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Janis & Casey Pt.2

Janis: [show up girl, with the supplies you’ve bought and the dogs all dropped off, walking from the front door to the back with Twix immediately, go piss bestie]

Casey: [the kettle is blatantly on like he said it would be so go start making this gal a tea as if she’s the one who’s injured not you, we know tis a ploy to turn your back on her and be doing something so she can’t see how fucked up you are but still]

Janis: [we know you and are therefore focusing this much on Twix in a way we don’t really need to like it’ll be any less awkward giving this time and space but you’re trying, for as long as it takes to make this cuppa, fussing this excitable dog, only sneaking looks at your back every so often]

Casey: [I’d like it noted that he hasn’t made himself one because he doesn’t think he deserves any form of comfort at this time, fuck you Ian for making these boys believe your bullshit antics are their fault always, so putting hers on the kitchen table and sitting at it with a sigh like let’s get this over with, but he can’t sit still basically immediately because bad patient so his leg is bobbing or whatever]

Janis: [you flop Ian, come back and catch these hands but don’t, thank you, turning and coming back in once you hear the mug touch down on the table and Twix has done her business, regarding him but doing your best to keep your face as neutral as you can about it, simply shaking your head like that’s all you’ve got to say about this because all you wanna do is cuss Ian out and that’s never the move with this boy in this era so what else can you; dropping your bag of treats etc onto the table as you pick up your mug, pushing it towards him like go ahead and help yourself now before we’ve even started]

Casey: [the way he’d be STUDYING her face because any hint of pity or Ian hate or anything he doesn’t wanna see and he’d flip this table and be off, especially in this era, but she can do a good job of keeping all that off her face, especially in this era, so doing a lil nod like glad we understand each other and can go forward, rummaging through the bag of treats like an excited child for a sec because he is, throwing something at her he’s decided he wants her to have, but again let’s note he isn’t actually eating anything yet for the same reason he isn’t having a tea, like, she’d literally be able to see his posture and demeanour change from being buzzing to look to remembering that and being determined to not]

Janis: [use that poker face honey, you know the score, even if you’re hitting him with a ‘sugar coating is awfully close to bullshit’ because we knew you’d be underplaying it but it’s clearly worse than we’d presumed still, doing a half smile at his antics though, obviously stopping when he doesn’t have anything, doing your own sigh like okay then, let’s get this done, still, when you touch his face, you’re dealing with/checking all the more minor injuries first, cleaning etc when necessary]

Casey: [‘you who brought the sugar in here’ with an amused look at all the treats he’s strewn across this table, because if we don’t have bants we have nothing, and frankly I’m heartbroken knowing that he won’t even react to these minor injuries because these boys are so used to being hurt that only serious pain registers]

Janis: [raising your brows like well, two can play at that game, because bants is absolutely necessary when you’re biting your tongue so hard constantly about how much of a cunt Ian is, also internally debating the sneak attack so he has no time to tense up or if he needs time to prepare about this, both have their merits ‘you’ve not touched it’ as if that’s important right now because we have noticed and that isn’t going unsaid]

Casey: [as an upside, I feel like this is going to be one of the last times he’ll get hurt like this because he’d be so MORTIFIED rn that she’s here seeing him in this state and having to nurse him, as well as getting to a feasible age now he could actually stop Ian if he wanted etc etc, so that’s something, here and now though, taking one of these snacks and opening it as soon as she says that because forever has to do what he’s told when it’s her, so eating something, whatever it may be, like, there you go, I have now]

Janis: [your days of being a complete menace are numbered Ian, and you know it, thank GOD because the times we’ve done this for Jimmy and now this boy, we cannot stand it and none of y’all need this; the laugh that’s just a quick exhale of breath out your nose because looks like he’s being so petty lowkey in an amusing way, doing a slower exhale out your mouth after as you ready yourself to do this damn thing, once he’s finished his mouthful, none of us need to be choking when the sharp pain of this hits]

Casey: [sadly Jimothy won’t stop him so that’s gonna be a thing until Ian gets his new missus and leaves but still, I’ll take it, one less target and the fact you’ve stood up to your dad means you’re not hero worshipping him anymore, but ANYWAY, doing his own deep breath because he’s been here before and he knows how exactly how it’ll feel and that she’s about to do it, giving her a feelsy look that tells her to do it, it’s okay, giving her his permission to and letting her know that he has all the faith in the world in her to be able to go ahead with it, without having to say so]

Janis: [at least you’ve kinda moved out and can officially and properly when school is over so it lessens the frequency but ANYWAY x2, there’s no situation in which you’re not just going for this, the ripping the bandage off approach is the only one you truly know and he’s given his permission and to wait for anything more is just torture for him, you’ve gotta do this confidently and as firmly as you possibly can or it would not work so do it, picking up your mug and taking a big step back so he has the room to flip this table and do what he gotta do about that sudden surge of pain without worrying you’re in the way or this hot tea is, also attempting not to come at him with a stream of sorrys because someone blabbering when you’re hurting can be deeply annoying but we do have to say one in the most !! tone as we’re stepping back]

Casey: [mhmm, thank god for that too, all the fuck yous to Ian, kindly piss off forever sir, we hate you, LORD, imagine if it didn’t work when he’s already had his own failed attempts to do this, so happy it does, he’ll be sending his chair flying with how fast he gets himself away from her and half way across this kitchen, basically at the back door, because he doesn’t trust himself to be near her even though he hasn’t done or even said anything actually, what he is doing is opening said door and smoking out of it cos tis the era when he does all the time and you would need a cigarette after that, as well as the several moments to calm down it gives]

Janis: [it would be so sore after being unsuccessfully poked and prodded with, at least being back in the correct place does offer the sort of sense of relief you get from massages etc, like it hurts but it’s no longer out of joint which is it’s own pain so there’s something, finding the painkillers you also got him, which I’m thinking are the good stuff from Drew again and not just over the counter nonsense, out of this bag and putting them on the counter closest to him and filling a glass with water from the tap, putting that down too]

Casey: [come back after you’ve had your smoke and calmed down, having also fussed this pup who you love and is like wtf is going on, which would make you feel better too, literally laughing a little at Twix antics I’m sure, as if that didn’t just happen, but putting a cigarette down in place of the pills she’s given him like thank you for doing that and go take your turn cos you deffo need a minute too, in acknowledgement that it in fact did, as he takes said pills then tips the rest of the water away and dries the glass, putting it back in the cupboard cos he’s barely used it and it’s only him and Ian living here atm]

Janis: [when you live in the delusion that you’re not a smoker usually and you only do it because Jimothy does but you truly do need the moment it gives you so you’re taking it without the argument or the bants of bringing it up, go sit yourself on the edge of the trampoline and have this cigarette girl]

Casey: [meanwhile you go to the living room and chill in there because y’all said you were gonna watch a film after this, but really you’re just giving her time and space so she doesn’t feel like you’re watching and waiting, taking armfulls of the snacks through and doing the kind of tidy up he’d need to when it’s just him and his dad living here, mainly making sure he hasn’t missed any overflowing ashtrays or empties or whatever when he cleaned up after Ian last, trying to make it a cosy vibe, finding the blanket which hopefully isn’t in any way gross when he checks that, etc etc]

Janis: [God bless, you’re such a cute boy, at least you’re keeping on top of it so we don’t have to shame you by saying it is an absolute mess and a moment for concern, not that we’d be judgy but if the vibe is straight up concerning then we would be worried, of course; come back through, undoubtedly with Twix tailing you, stopping to take your shoes and jacket off if you’re wearing one because did not have time to get comfy but now you can to show you were genuine about sticking around, look at him again and give an approving nod this time with a smile because looking better ‘do you want anything else?’ as you loiter in the doorway, shifting from one foot to the other, thinking he could have an ice pack or a cup of tea or whatever now]

Casey: [when you were blatantly using your phone to look at yourself and only stop when you hear her come back into the kitchen and close the back door or whatever so you know exactly how your face looks cos gotta for the next time you have to see people including your mates and little brother who’ll all have questions, pretending you’re checking your texts or something as she comes through but obvs stopping that when he feels her looking at him, lifting his head to look at her too and smile back because he can’t help but not, likewise cannot help but gesture for her to come over and sit down either because that’s what he wants, and is the only thing lbr]

Janis: [of course you’re not hesitating because why would you, navigating Twix who is absolutely the get under foot sort because she’s an excitable lover gal, do not trip us babe, we can’t be getting injured now it would be too shaming lol, sit down on this sofa, more gently than you’d usually throw yourself down but we’re being as normal as we can be so not to give the eggshells energy, taking a snack to have yourself before you say anything so you aren’t just looking at him, knowing he’s worrying about seeing people but also knowing he’s done it and made the excuses before so it’s not something you need to coach him in ‘I’ve seen worse’ as a comforting, you’re not going to terrify Bobby, thing]

Casey: [whistling Twix and saying ‘oi, watch her ankle’ because of what she said about it not being the same, as bants but also he genuinely cares and doesn’t want her to trip and fall to her death, shaking whatever bag of treats is nearest when she ignores that whistle cos she’s still baby in this era and too excited, which would work better and allow this gal to get seated in peace, throwing one of said sweets or whatever it is at Janis as if he’s trying to do a catch it in your mouth style game but really he’s just illustrating the distance, which regardless of how close or far she’s actually sat from him he thinks is too far away because this is his hardcore crush era, his ‘me too’ is more serious and quiet when he answers though cos obvs thinking about Debbie and Jimothy, both of whom tend to get hurt worse than he does]

Janis: [putting your feet up in the seat space between y’all in answer to both these points, like gotta protect this ankle and also close the gap which is truly not that big if you can rest your feet against his side comfortably, nudging him with your foot as an I know at this accidental serious departure you did not intend to take y’all on, allowing the moment though because don’t need to fill the silence because you’re not awkward, just sad to know what he’s thinking about right now, after, patting the sofa yourself, finding that sweet missile to move it, like get comfy, boy]

Casey: [eventually pulling Twix up into his lap to snuggle cos unlike Jimothy this boy loves this dog openly and she will bring him out of his sad thoughts with her love, handing this gal the remote as the dog is settling because she can actually choose what they watch despite what was said earlier about him picking and it being face/off lol]

Janis: [smile at them before focusing on channel hopping because obviously the daytime and you can watch/take the piss out of some of the absolute wild trash they show on daytime TV first, even if you fully intend to find face/off on whatever streaming service you can]

Casey: [love that for y’all, there is nothing more fun, so truly fill your boots for a while, it’ll cheer you both up and she’ll notice him visibly relaxing and getting more comfy as time goes on too which we also love, he will CACKLE when she finds and puts on face/off btw]

Janis: [the more relaxed this boy gets, the more relaxed we can be as well, BEAMING at your reaction because could not be more thrilled to see it, even if we’re giving it ‘you’d fit right in with the Scientologists, like’ as if he’s so buzzing about his selection because he has massive gay crushes on Nick and John lmao, throwing a pillow at him like it’s to cuddle/smooch but you just want him to get as comfy as possible, obviously]

Casey: [throw said pillow at her to hit her like oi because as close as I’m letting y’all get to a full playfight on this day thank you, but then he’s looking up scientologists to make sure he knows which ones they are and telling her all the wild things he finds out, so another sesh of taking the piss out of something and being amused like y’all were with daytime tv]

Janis: [have a little deepdive into that and also Nick Cage because an insane man and lowkey a sex tourist is what I’ve heard in the now so he’ll only get wilder I am sure lmao, just chatting shit on everyone and everything, having a marvellous time ignoring your own lives rn]

Casey: [mhmm, Travolta has his own shit for y’all to get into as well, pop off lads, I don’t blame y’all, what’s important is you’re having a lovely time here and it’s very necessary rn]

Janis: [there is no quick fix to be had so what else can y’all do, honestly, you know you’ll have to leave when Ian gets back from work to avoid that awkwardness but that is clearly a while away here and now]

Casey: [or Jimothy if he finishes first which is honestly as awkward, live for your stolen moments lads]

Janis: [speaking of, when we invariably get a text from him, obviously because not said what’s happened yet because he’d only leave work and there is no more he can do than us so we’ve kept our mouth closed ‘are you gonna tell him?’]

Casey: [a shrug like idc but he obvs means no because we all know Jimmy would come home immediately to stay and that isn’t what this boy wants in this era or lowkey ever so]

Janis: [‘I can’t lie’ in a sorry for real but- tone because it’d feel very snakey to not tell him but we also know the outcome isn’t the one either of you has decided is for the best, chucking the remote down into your seat as you get up to go make you both another tea to ponder this]

Casey: [just gonna message her while she’s in the kitchen cos I can]

Casey: He don’t know you’ve been here, why’s he have to

Janis: ‘cos you’re his brother, not mine, he’s a right to know

Janis: I’d want to know

Casey: but you can leave yourself out of it, my brother, my broke nose

Janis: It’d just come back on me if I didn’t tell him, he’d wanna know why

Casey: there’s nothing to tell, we let him reckon I fixed it myself how I had a go at doing

Janis: Why don’t you want me to say?

Casey: you’re not thick, you know what he’ll do

Janis: Yeah

Janis: I’m still in two minds about all that anyway

Casey: you’ll be doing what you just have for him if he moves back, that’ll help make up your mind, won’t it

Janis: You act like none of us give a shit if it happens to you

Casey: there’s no need to, I ain’t crying about it

Janis: For fuck’s sake

Casey: he will, chuck what shits you give at him

Janis: fine

Casey: alright, sorted

Janis: Hardly

Casey: far as he goes

Janis: He can handle more than you give him credit for

Casey: you give him loads without me adding none, more than he’s ever been owed from what I can tell

Janis: You’re not giving him a chance to help you so

Casey: he had chances when I needed it, them days are gone

Janis: I’m not getting involved, like you asked

Casey: good, having a girlfriend don’t get him to man up, don’t ask us what would do

Janis: Why do you bother making the dig, like?

Casey: you could have a word about that as you’re so keen to chat to him

Janis: We don’t need to talk about what a wind-up you are, there’s better things to do with our time

Casey: you don’t wanna about what a pussy he is, you mean

Casey: can’t say I blame you

Janis: Come get your tea, I don’t wanna have this conversation right now

Janis: [hear her going out the backdoor here]

Casey: come bring it me when you’re done with your massive strop

Janis: piss off, there’s nothing wrong with your legs

Casey: you’re no doctor, might be

Janis: don’t need to be one to diagnose your main problem being you’re full of shit, mate

Casey: weren’t truth in it you wouldn’t be this mardy about it

Janis: You’ve got nothing nice to say about him

Janis: I don’t bring up your fucking dad for the same reason

Casey: Yeah you do

Janis: I haven’t the whole time I’ve been here, or you’d be throwing a strop

Casey: it’s ‘cause you wanted to be here, fucking crack on if you don’t fancy it now, like

Janis: Because it’s me that’s decided it’s time to go, yeah

Casey: he’s decided, but same difference, you and him being joined at the hip how you are

Janis: He ain’t here being any type of prick, you are

Casey: he’s not got it in him

Janis: okay, broken record

Casey: you don’t listen unless someone goes on at you

Janis: I know what he’s capable of, you’ve got no point

Casey: no point would be 👍 and a broken record too

Janis: Everything would be easier if you dropped it

Casey: so go, if it’s that much easier with him

Janis: that isn’t a choice, it’s not comparable

Casey: stop comparing us then

Janis: that’s you

Casey: you

Janis: you’re a child

Casey: you wish, what’d really be easier’s you getting away with treating me like one

Casey: shut up and bring my brew in, like

Janis: No, get that through your thick skull, Christ

Casey: or what, you’ll have a bigger strop

Janis: or nothing, I’m not, end of

Casey: [come to the back door and open it to glare at her by sticking your head out just cos lol]

Janis: [looking past him at the tea that’s just there like there you go hun, should’ve walked out the front door ‘cos you’re now gonna have to come back through or jump their fence lol]

Casey: [slam this door on her for the pure drama and bants of her having a strop and then pick your tea up, deliberately tip that down the sink like you did the water earlier whether she can see you do this or not because you do not want it any more]

Janis: [you’re probably trying to not look but also looking so you might see that absolute waste, so rude]

Casey: [love this 0-60 escalation, oh to be a teen, y’all were having a lovely time a second ago haha, go back in the living room and turn this film off wherever y’all got to with it, again the absolute drama mick]

Janis: [it’s too real, unfortunately, even if you’re sat here unsure why the vibe shifted quite so dramatically, it has now, have left your shoes and jacket indoors though, which is a bummer, at least I’m sure you found a lighter to steal so you can have another cigarette here]

Casey: [when you blatantly wanna take Twix out so you can fully leave but I’m sure the dog is with her in the garden and also even if you could separate them easily you can’t just leave this gal in your house/garden while you galavant, so he’s just on the sofa, on his phone, sulking, lol]

Janis: [will make you come in and get your things, probably with your own intention to walk this dog because said you would before but he can snatch her before you get the chance to honey]

Casey: [again, the sheer drama of this, no need to literally almost fight with her about it sir, especially when we all know you don’t actually wanna go out into the world yet and risk seeing any of your friends or whoever, calm down]

Janis: [casually fuming with you but we can’t insist you let us walk your dog so just having to storm out of this house awkwardly because you both have to come out the same door here, just telling him matter of factly how often to take those hardcore drugs so he doesn’t overdose by mistake ‘don’t let your dad find them’ like I did not get them so your father could get schwasted, full shade as you go to walk in whatever direction he isn’t]

Casey: [Twix absolutely not helping the situation by trying to go with Janis because obsessed with her so he literally has to yank this dog away ‘he’s not a junkie’ said as full shade to so many members of her family, as she walks away]

Janis: [the yeah right sound you do as you walk away because what’s an alcoholic sweetie]

Casey: [we know the kind of frustrated sound he’s doing because she’s got you there hun, it’s true tea and you can’t deny it at this point, thank god y’all are off in your separate directions]

Janis: [my boo says walk it off lads, walk it off]

Casey: [this boy breaking my heart by putting his hood up as if that will in any way hide the state of his face, but it’s all he can do, god bless]

Janis: [oh the fictional fight you will have to create to cover that and honestly, are we buying it, dubious but no one else wants to get involved, meanwhile we’re just going to have to go on a run until our next job because useless to anything else in this mood]

Casey: [thank god at least he is that sort of boy, it’s a lot harder to cover up if everyone knows you aren’t, or god forbid you’re a girl, but yeah, not ideal, shall we post this or are we gonna let y’all talk again?]

Janis: [let me look at what was last said to see if you can, and how long later; okay, so say this is like, the evening of this day]

Janis: They need to come back and get their [whatever thing(s) Jimmy and Bobby have not got with them but now want]

Janis: Convinced not tonight but that’s as long as I can give you

Casey: Alright, I’ll piss off out for a bit tomorrow

Janis: [whatever time it is likely to be with y’alls schedules]?

Casey: yeah

Janis: warn you if the plan changes

Casey: tah

Janis: you’re really still in a mood

Casey: still nothing nice to say, why would I have

Janis: suddenly you remember your manners, alright

Casey: I remember how you’ve known Jim 2 minutes and you reckon it’s alright to chat shit about my dad ‘cause I’ve said something you don’t like about that dickhead, as if it’s the same

Janis: You can say whatever you want to his face, I dunno why you expect me to put up with it?

Casey: I can say whatever I like whenever, he’s my brother

Casey: you know sod all about my dad

Janis: If we were actually mates, you’d try to keep it to a minimum

Janis: I’m not doing it for you if you can’t be bothered to

Casey: sort of mate’s that

Casey: your boyfriend’s a twat, you need telling

Janis: Right, so am I so we’re a perfect pair, like

Casey: you always fucking do that

Janis: what?

Casey: I’m not having it

Janis: Come on, relax, I didn’t tell him and I didn’t let them come over tonight

Casey: you’ve undone all that by telling us to relax

Casey: maybe I’m wrong and you are a twat an’ all

Janis: You seriously need to, you can’t be bursting a capillary in your state

Janis: and this is just stupid

Casey: piss off if you think I’m about to google what one of them is

Janis: 😏

Janis: just trust us, you’d be looking a state again

Casey: not asking you to look at us

Janis: rude, I did a grand job

Casey: you relax, you did the job

Janis: psh, you can give me the [however much the drugs cost] if that’s the case, ungrateful

Casey: can have it, don’t bother me

Janis: *you’d rather be awkward

Janis: don’t matter, I get a discount

Casey: I ain’t awkward, you wanna ask [the therapist lady] to have a go on her cards about working out what feelings are what

Janis: I might, sounds like the basis of her grooming

Casey: oi, don’t make us laugh, dickhead

Janis: 😂 is a nice emotion, Casey

Casey: and you heard, I’m in no mood for nice, like

Janis: What are you up to tonight?

Casey: Why

Janis: nosy

Casey: [tell her whatever you’re doing because we all know Ian likes a bribe and being overly nice in the aftermath so he’s either bought you something that you’re then busy with or he’s taking you somewhere you wanna go]

Janis: it’s no [what he got after his mum] but 👍

Casey: didn’t hurt as much as that

Janis: fucked up scale there

Casey: you made it

Janis: nah, not me

Casey: weren’t me on about what I was given when

Casey: can’t get enough of a comparison today, you

Janis: A patterns a pattern, I just pointed it out

Janis: it beats what he did last night so, fine, have it Ian

Casey: well done

Janis: It doesn’t make me feel anything close to good, don’t need to pretend

Casey: it ain’t to do with you, no need to keep on putting yourself in the middle

Casey: there’s your pattern

Janis: yeah, why would a mate care, mental, that

Casey: just leave it

Janis: Sure

Casey: fuck’s sake, girl

Janis: that’s definitely my line

Casey: calling me a lass won’t help you back on my good side none, but if you’re after us falling out harder, go on

Janis: you even have a good side, you moody little knobhead 🤔

Janis: dunno anymore

Casey: so you say, but there’s no ? ‘cause deep down you know I have

Janis: deep down is right, yeah

Casey: maybe if you was about more

Janis: we managed an afternoon, about

Janis: can’t push our luck

Casey: never even finished the film, unlucky, more like

Janis: now I’ll never know what happened 👺💔

Casey: want me to tell you

Casey: [and do but tell her wrong deliberately to be funny and also to lovingly take the piss about y’all’s collective strop by including that, god knows if you’re saying she’s Nick or John with it, I can’t remember the film well enough lol]

Janis: [me looking at the wiki and saying I ain’t tryna understand and read all that, sis]

Janis: you can have a 😂 for that, I don’t withhold like some people

Casey: tah very much, I can go back to feeling proper lucky again

Janis: as you should, boy

Casey: do you wanna come [wherever I’m saying Ian is paying for him to go tonight with whoever he wants, obvs without going himself cos he’s old and not that kinda dad, purely so I can say he’s literally asking Janis on a date here basically] and even us up

Janis: tonight?

Janis: Don’t you wanna take [whoever we know he’s close with of his friends, as close as lads are with their friends, which isn’t extremely but you know]

Casey: rather take you, be why I asked

Janis: Assuming he’s not invited too, don’t know what I’d really tell him, like

Casey: alright

Janis: never left him here alone, not for no time, sorry

Casey: I said alright

Janis: take [that friend] be more fun

Casey: in a bit then

Janis: what I get for having no other friends, like

Janis: see you later

Casey: [just go sir, we all know you’re way more gutted that she said no than you can ever let on or know what to do with/about even though the invite sounded more like bants than how serious it was]

Janis: [when you feel really bad/are also gutted but yeah, what are you saying, like brb bestie, I think not, also want to keep talking but know you need to shut up before you get really annoying here]

Casey: [oh this era, what an iconic time]

Janis: [come at him tomorrow, some self-control displayed but gotta let you know it wasn’t a no because we don’t want to hang out with you just a not right now]

Janis: Good night?

Casey: [there would definitely be socials I can’t do because idk where y’all are going and have I NO content of this boy, even if his friend posted them and he’s just tagged and re-posting them to his story etc, cos trying to have fun despite all of us knowing he would’ve had more with her]

Casey: Weren’t bad

Janis: Good stuff

Janis: better than mine, Bobby had his nightmares, like

Casey: 💔 gutted

Casey: but no surprise he can’t man up for his missus neither, all know who he likes taking after

Janis: She was 😴 never know, poor sod

Janis: [this friend] posts as much as my sister

Casey: I dunno about that

Casey: but he was doing my head in with it 🤏

Janis: you don’t like 📸

Janis: I get it

Casey: never said I don’t like 📸

Janis: oh, you’re up for being someone’s muse then? My mistake

Casey: depends whose, might be

Janis: 😏

Janis: not why I’m here, soz to say

Janis: was gonna go on a 🐶 supply run in town, you wanna come?

Casey: now

Janis: are you doing something already?

Casey: nah, just asking when you want meeting [somewhere he’s going to]

Janis: I can be there [a time, be nice and say you aren’t all the way in the cali gaff rn]

Casey: alright then, I’ll keep an eye out

Janis: can go somewhere more exciting as well as but gotta pick up their shit with something ain’t we

Casey: least you ain’t asking me to cover picking it up for you while you go something

Janis: I barely ever do that!

Janis: only if my ankle is hanging off

Casey: 😏 and I’ll not let it happen again so you’ve used that excuse right up

Janis: I’m not after making no excuses, tah very much

Casey: would wind us up more than posing if you did do

Janis: it looks like a laugh, still

Janis: and you don’t look scary

Casey: oi, yeah I do 💪

Janis: nope, sorry 🌞

Casey: stalking the wrong socials there, you

Janis: ugh, do not tell your mate I’m stalking him 🙄

Casey: he’d never shut up if I let him reckon you was

Janis: No coming back from that rumour, and gossips running dry at the minute, like

Casey: 🙄

Casey: ain’t even worth it to stop him and the rest going on about how I were 🤕

Janis: your rep’ll be 💪💪 s’something

Casey: news to nobody I’m hard, mate

Janis: today's 😂

Casey: you go on

Casey: still be why I was asked out last night

Janis: Oh yeah?

Casey: yeah

Janis: well, spill

Casey: what

Janis: is that all you’re gonna say about it?

Casey: I dunno what you want me to, just some lass there with her mates

Janis: where are you going to go?

Casey: didn’t do the asking, don’t ask me

Janis: such a boy, you

Casey: she lives [somewhere] I’ll knock for her, see where we end up

Janis: You don’t have to meet me if you’d rather do that now, by the way

Casey: you’re alright, I’ll go later

Janis: don’t wanna look too keen, good shout

Casey: and she’ll look better in the dark

Janis: wow, charmer

Casey: don’t 😂 then

Janis: I could but

Janis: don’t you like her?

Casey: only met her last night

Janis: feels safer you taking the piss than me starting, ‘til you’ve decided anyway

Casey: I barely know her, say what you like

Janis: I’ve got no info to go on, Mr 💪 and silent

Casey: none else to give you, you heard

Janis: I don’t need three guesses for the essentials anyway

Casey: take ‘em, why not

Janis: she’ll be blonde and look like a younger version of [whoever Ian last dated, whether we’re actually naming her or calling her a Sharon], done in 2

Casey: and maybe you’d be right, I asked her, but what I said were, she asked me

Janis: Surely you’ve not said yes to any more/any less

Casey: never saying yeah to a brunette or no ginger, you can have that one

Janis: you’re so funny, like you’ve walked out the 70s

Casey: piss off, nowt wrong with fancying blondes

Janis: didn’t say there was, just that it’s like a sketch of a misogynist, like

Casey: how is it

Janis: you know how, boy, no need to start fighting again

Casey: you started it

Janis: You needn’t be embarrassed, it’s sweet

Casey: you needn’t be patronising if you don’t wanna fight, love

Janis: 😁🤐

Casey: such a dickhead sometimes

Janis: you’ve upgraded us from twat, clear it’s all 💘 again

Casey: calm yourself down, like

Janis: 👨‍🦳

Casey: I get it, you never had much sleep, making you go off your head

Janis: most in ages, Jimmy, not so much, like

Casey: there’s why you’re on about 💘

Janis: you brought it up that time

Casey: nah, bollocks did I

Janis: you did too, what am I meant to say to that, to you

Casey: to what

Janis: my 💘 life

Casey: you brought him up, not us

Janis: can’t avoid it all the time but we don’t need to go there

Casey: 💪🤐

Janis: that bit of being mates can be one-sided, I’ll think of somewhere you can owe me…

Casey: or you can stop going on like you’re doing a bloody interview and I won’t owe you

Janis: HARDLY

Janis: drama queen 🙄

Casey: me, yeah right

Janis: not asking for a kidney, calm down

Janis: called taking a polite interest

Casey: shame, I’d give it over 1st

Janis: Oh my God, fine, piss off and I’ll see you when I get there, you rude bastard

Casey: well polite interest, that

Janis: be more interesting than the dickheads on this bus then

Casey: [make fun of some other peeps out last night that you saw and whatever cringe antics happened cos y’all love a bit of that, so give her all the goss and tea]

Janis: you’ve redeemed yourself, well done

Casey: always can with you

Janis: dangerously close to calling me easy/a pushover

Casey: it is easy, but not like that

Casey: you just are to talk to

Janis: and a good save

Janis: It’s mutual

Casey: no dickhead’s believing ⚽️ done my face though

Janis: we could edit together me kicking one at you without the potential risk of seeing if it’s possible

Casey: I’ve already said to [his friend] that [whatever lie he has told] it’ll have got ‘round

Janis: it is a better one, put my boots away

Casey: shit game with only us 2 anyway, I’d have you in about a minute

Janis: I’m the one on the team, you wish

Casey: I could be, but I’m not a knobhead

Casey: who’s the sponsor [something to do with the school being noncey af lol]

Janis: 🤣 don’t explain the rest of the team though, none of them are fuckable

Casey: there you go, I’d be on a ban ‘cause I don’t fancy none of that gay bollocks in the showers with the lads after

Janis: the lads are like that, so I hear

Casey: dunno how you ain’t red carded every game, I’d knock someone out whenever I was on the pitch

Janis: ‘cos I’m the best player, I always win

Casey: I’ve seen, you do half decent, for a lass

Janis: I’ll show you how to foul someone and get away with it, if you give us a proper compliment

Casey: I’ll give you a proper compliment for a proper foul, how’s that

Janis: deal

Casey: but you did look fit playing, which is a real compliment, state of the kit they’ve put your team in

Janis: think a school full of nonces would prioritize a fitter kit but apparently not 🤷‍♀️ tah though

Casey: pisstake, honestly

Janis: the rich school we play has everything in their colours, shin guards and everything

Casey: don’t worry, I’ll head there and nick it all, we can spray paint ‘em [whatever colour their school is] have you dressed top too

Janis: 🥇💡 gotta be done

Casey: I’m on it, need something to do when everyone’s in english

Janis: [tell him of good hiding places in the school like for practical reasons here too]

Casey: you’re a mate

Janis: yeah, don’t forget it

Casey: ‘course I’ll not

Janis: Bet they have loads to nick at that school, s’massive

Casey: come if you want

Janis: think I might

Casey: [genuinely suggesting whenever his next English lesson is because he do be serious] then

Janis: it’s a date

Janis: reckon we’ll get in?

Casey: piss easy

Janis: probably got a special scum detection system but still

Casey: you’re not thick and I don’t give a fuck, between us we’ll work something out

Janis: you aren’t either, you know

Casey: no need to say that, it’s alright

Janis: you aren’t, Lucas is a proper sadist, he just enjoys being a cunt in any way he can, it’s not true at all

Casey: I wouldn’t have a word out his mouth as true, but other people say it an’ all, like

Janis: wankers

Casey: they ain’t all wrong ‘cause you say so, girl

Casey: I said, it’s alright, don’t matter

Janis: They just are, fact

Janis: there’s loads of different types of smart

Casey: steady on before you sound like [the school therapist who’d say that in a patronising way unlike how genuinely this gal means it]

Janis: yeah, okay, that sounded shite reading it back

Janis: but you know what I mean, my brothers family are gypsies, loads of them can’t read or write barely but they can do loads of shit and are minted, like that

Casey: yeah, okay, does make me feel loads better

Janis: plus you can be charming when you wanna be, that sort of skill gets you far

Casey: I know, but shut up now or I’ll need to be embarrassed

Janis: 😶 but you shut up with that sort of talk, I hate it when you do that

Casey: me too

Janis: I know you’re just repeating it but

Janis: you’re better than that

Casey: I’ll sort my head before [whenever they are due to meet up shortly]

Janis: or I’ll sort it for ya

Casey: be good if you could do

Janis: were meant as a proper hard threat but in hindsight

Janis: wouldn’t that be nice, yeah

Casey: you can forget I said it though, I hold my breath for nowt now

Janis: too much faith in my ability there

Casey: I deserve the comparison to your shit nan with her mate Jesus, yeah

Janis: The fucked thing is you’d really love her, like

Janis: picked the wrong nan ‘cos you’re a little bit racist, tragic

Casey: I’ll live

Janis: really not gonna refute the claims, right in my face 😏

Casey: if you REALLY want me to lie right to it that tan suits you

Janis: God, you are the worst

Casey: you’d be fitter as a blonde, and if your best mate can’t tell you

Janis: You are delusional, bestie

Casey: am I, or are you a big head

Janis: you are, also your skin is basically the same colour as mine so I’d take a look at the family tree before you go all SS about it

Casey: and I’M delusional, she reckons

Janis: 23 and get back to me, hun

Janis: white people don’t look like you lot

Casey: have a word with yourself

Janis: oh, I’m so soz to be the bearer of the awful news there’s some diversity in your bloodline

Janis: you should say thanks, you’re not see-through and you’ve got a jawline and some lips

Casey: so you should be

Janis: 😘

Casey: but tah for letting us know what this lass needs to be saying later or I’ll be off

Janis: she obviously fancies you, bit old to be asking people out on dares

Casey: I dunno, if your sister and her mates ain’t doing it, what’s happening

Janis: ✨ desperation 💅

Casey: 😏

Janis: Gracie’s last fella could’ve easily just pulled himself out of the nearest bog, state of him

Casey: should find herself a mate like me

Janis: ha, don’t even think about it

Casey: not the one who’s desperate

Janis: And she knows what her life’s worth

Casey: nothing at the minute, every dickhead knows

Janis: grant you, but I could make it much, much worse

Casey: be near worth it to watch you

Janis: no it bloody wouldn’t, have nothing to watch with when I pop your eyeballs out

Casey: come on, you’re making it a serious challenge not to go for this, saying that

Janis: 😣 no

Casey: don’t give me that face

Janis: I’ll have to if you don’t stop messing, she’s a disaster zone

Casey: what you have to do’s chuck us some credit

Janis: promise right now then, never ever

Casey: I wouldn’t if she were the last lass alive

Janis: Thank you 😌

Janis: was getting dangerously close to spraying the people in front of me with sick there

Casey: I like winding you up, don’t mean I could ever like her

Janis: can take the joke 🤏 too far, we’ve all been there, got to have limits

Casey: 🤞 what you’re doing with my brother and you’ll soon put a stop to it

Janis: s’different, my boyfriend before we were mates, who’d I be winding up

Casey: was the same time

Janis: almost

Casey: but I should’ve got in there 1st, yeah

Janis: dunno how you’d have gone about that, I’m a massive bitch, remember

Casey: keep the what ifs to myself, not a complete bastard

Casey: you already know you lost out massive 💔🏆

Janis: gutting

Casey: bed’s made now

Janis: yep, have to live with my choices, won’t I

Casey: both of us will do

Janis: you’re better off, kid

Casey: still no more of a kid than the last time you tried it, love

Janis: yeah, yeah 😋

Casey: put your tongue away an’ all, proper mixed signal to give out

Janis: can’t do anything today, like

Janis: you think I’m 💘 obsessed

Casey: you’re on a bus, have a go at behaving yourself

Janis: n’awh, like the dad I never had

Casey: be a bus full of ‘em, you only need ask

Janis: not that sister

Casey: I can’t be a kid and a dad to you, make up your mind

Janis: who’s giving mixed signals now

Casey: you still

Janis: ➡️⬅️⬆️⬇️↗️↘️↙️↖️

Casey: right

Janis: that you picking your direction ➡️

Casey: where would it send you

Janis: trying to send me down [whatever street we’re passing, taking a photo as you do]

Casey: nah, come here

Janis: okay, I’ll stay on the bus

Casey: see, I can do clear signals

Janis: fair, crystal clear that time

Casey: I wanna see you, feels like it’s been ages

Janis: have you been taking the tablets? Will feel like ages if you’ve been torturing yourself

Casey: I’ve had some

Casey: [a number which is not anywhere near as many as he should’ve had but isn’t 0 at least]

Janis: Good

Janis: I was thinking you’d not have any

Casey: bit rude when you bothered bringing ‘em to me

Janis: you didn’t drink your tea so

Casey: that’s different

Janis: that was yesterday

Casey: I won’t be a bellend today

Janis: I reckon I can make that a deal as well

Casey: okay, sorted

Janis: 🤝💦

Casey: Any excuse to get your tongue back out

Janis: probably not even a top 10 feature

Casey: depends who you’re polling

Janis: come on, so many more will come to mind first

Casey: cocky

Janis: but right

Janis: unless I’m polling exclusively perverts, then it’ll probably crop up

Casey: could turn a totally boring bastard into a pervert, you

Casey: gonna fuck all tests up

Janis: then I better 😶

Casey: what I’ve been on about you having a go at this whole time

Janis: isn’t it a shame I couldn’t possibly tell you you were right, got no mouth now

Casey: I don’t need telling owt I know

Janis: 😏

Janis: can’t argue with that, sound too much like me

Casey: you’ve fingers, you fancy using them

Janis: I need all the practice I can get

Janis: 👋🖕🤘

Janis: how did I do?

Casey: ready to be our kid’s new teacher never mind mine 👏

Janis: I’d SO much prefer having him as a pupil, so thank you 🙇‍♀️

Janis: did it take yous long to learn it? proper, like, not just 👍👎🖕👌

Casey: I’ve said, no taste from the off

Casey: wrong dickhead to ask, feel like I’m still trying to learn it

Janis: I feel like such a cunt when I don’t know what he’s going on about

Janis: Jimmy’s always there so it’s not the end of the world but his face when he knows I’m clueless

Casey: same, least he don’t fancy having a chat to us much, I’ll be alright with 👍👎🖕👌

Janis: must be shit sometimes, for all of you

Janis: 👍👎🖕👌 better than nothing, yeah

Casey: no need for me to go about how it is, barely to do with me, like I just said

Janis: still your brother, no changing that

Casey: would if they could

Janis: yeah but who wouldn’t, no one gets on with their siblings really

Casey: your mum does, so much she’s living with hers

Janis: ah, no blood relationship though

Casey: dunno if that makes it weirder or nah

Janis: oh it’s weird, so are her kids, poor things stood no chance of not being

Casey: yeah, and you were on at me for ages to live with them

Janis: they’re 5 and 3, I don’t think they’ll wanna be your bezzies, dickhead

Casey: they might

Janis: big head 😏

Casey: you’d have to get over it, bit out of order to be jealous of little kids

Janis: However would I cope…

Casey: I’d reckon by finding some new mates yourself to do my head in with if I didn’t know you’d never cope with that

Janis: I just don’t see the point of having friends for the sake of, not when most people are shit

Janis: I’d rather be on my own

Casey: most can’t hack being on their own

Janis: I know, pathetic, like

Casey: call it what you want, I’d rather not be

Janis: oops, soz

Janis: you aren’t anyway so it doesn’t matter

Casey: I were when we 1st moved

Janis: not now, loads of mates

Casey: not hard, all you have to do is be bothered

Janis: not for you, maybe

Casey: you fancied it, you could too

Janis: There’s too much else I have to be getting on with

Janis: I can’t pretend to be bothered about people’s trivial shit like it matters

Casey: there you go then, fucked up step 1 of how I told you to go about it

Janis: 🤷‍♀️ I’ll live

Casey: we’re different, I get it

Janis: don’t matter

Casey: you reckon people are shit, it’s shit for me when there’s none of ‘em round

Janis: like you said, you’re more likely in the majority there

Casey: probably

Janis: but people always leave so I’m less likely to be disappointed

Janis: we both have to take the wins where we can

Casey: I’ll take mine from what I’m not missing out on before they go

Janis: 👍

Casey: best memories are off my mum, if I was crying about her not being here all the time I’d have no room in my head for none of ‘em

Janis: I’m glad for you, that you can be like that about it, honestly

Casey: only the one life, bollocks am I sulking and whinging through it

Janis: good for you

Casey: she’s not coming back to nick the credit for teaching us, I’ll have to take it

Janis: usually the way, that

Casey: something to think on as I’m waiting for you to be off your bloody bus

Janis: I’ve got to pick up some stuff first, I’ll meet you [wherever that isn’t far but is more like a cafe or whatever vibe like don’t just be waiting]

Casey: Alright, but hurry up

Janis: entertain yourself, I have to do what I have to do

Casey: 🙄 meant to be what we’re meeting up for

Janis: yeah well

Casey: yeah well, you heard, don’t take all day

Casey: already stood us up the other night

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gravesightings · 3 years

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May I request the slasher’s reaction to their s/o getting a bad haircut! (btw hope your day/night is going well).

of course! and things have been going well, thank you. 💖

slashers reactions to: their s/o getting a bad haircut

Asa Emory / The Collector

depending on whether or not you actually consulted him beforehand, this could go two ways.

if you didn't, he'd be upset. who gave you permission to have your hair cut? why didn't you ask him first? does he need to remind you of your place again?

Asa might leave you be for a couple of days depending on how drastic the change is. if it can be remedied easily, he'll have you beg for forgiveness but if not - don't be offended when he starts bringing you wigs. actually, he won't care either way. this is your fault.

if it's something you two have talked over then he's a lot more sympathetic about it. especially if you feel insecure over it. it's not so bad actually. if you're lucky you might catch him fiddling with your hair while you sleep.

overall he's indifferent to it. it's just hair? it's not the end of the world. just be thankful that he has no interest in experimenting with hair implants.

Billy Lenz

it might seem like he wouldn't notice but he's actually quite perceptive to these kinds of things. Billy is absolutely the type to notice any sort of physical change no matter how subtle it is.

unsurprisingly, this is because he spends almost all of his time watching you. of course he's bound to notice!

he'll definitely point it out but he'd either be neutral or mildly upset about it. if he dislikes it, you would know immediately because he would pull your hair and demand answers.

if it's not that big of a difference and he's craving a bit of your company Billy would want to brush your hair for you! isn't he sweet? unless of course it gets tangled, then you might actually end up looking worse. (unless you teach him how to do it properly.)

if he's feeling more gracious than usual he might even offer to remedy it! whether or not you decide to indulge him is entirely up to you. there's a slim chance he would actually be good at it but denying him isn't recommended either..

Bo Sinclair

there's no sugar-coating it. Bo will laugh at you. he might even point it out to his brothers if you look especially funny.

did you go to a blind hairdresser? head got stuck in a lawnmower? got attacked by a bunch of bloodthirsty birds? you're never going to hear the end of it. he's never going to let this go even after your hair grows out.

would constantly tease you about it but it's mostly out of love. he might even come up with cute nicknames for you depending on how badly you messed up your haircut.

if someone else tries to make fun of you though that's an entirely different story. only he can call you ugly duckling! if someone else does it then he's ready to crack someone's skull open.

denies he was doing anything to defend you. Bo would just claim that they were being too loud for his liking. it had nothing to do with you. nope. not at all. "it's 'cause your hair's so damn ugly that they died on the spot."

Brahms Heelshire

what have you done?! this is MUTINY! he's been BETRAYED! dramatically reaches out to feel your hair with his trembling fingers.

this is all so wrong... so very wrong. at first he would only be able to stare at you in utter disbelief. as if you've spat at his face and insulted his entire bloodline.

Brahms takes it as a personal attack against him. sure, he can be a handful at times but he'd never thought you'd be this cruel! it might take some thorough explaining that no, actually you hadn't intended to end up like this.

regardless he would be very upset. he's rather fond of your hair and if it was longer before and much shorter now, he might not be able to recover from it until it grows back. Brahms is a bit shallow, you see.

when your hair does eventually grow out expect him to treat you like a ticking time bomb. he can't possibly trust you with keeping it pristine now! it's decided. Brahms would just have to cut your hair for you. unlike Billy though, he has slightly more experience since he cuts his own hair so you might not have to worry too much.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba absolutely adores you either way! literally nothing can convince him otherwise. he might even get upset if you tell him it's ugly. no no no, you can't possibly be ugly! you're his s/o! you look wonderful no matter what!

as for the rest of the family... the twins love it too! they might even call you a trendsetter. they might come off as patronizing if you haven't been around that long to know them but they're actually genuinely into it. it's fun and quirky and nobody else has it! what do you mean you look bad?

Drayton is a lot less enthusiastic about it. he'll throw in an insult here and there but nothing too harsh unless it's getting in the way of your chores. if it bothers you so much he might actually shave all of your hair off. (don't worry! Bubba will protect you!)

if you're adamant about remedying your look then Bubba would offer to help. unfortunately he has little to no experience with cutting hair. he was the one offering his help but.. are you sure you want him to do this? he's more worried about accidentally snipping your ear off than he is ruining your look.

Bubba wouldn't really understand if you happen to be worked up about it. he truly, wholeheartedly thinks that you look gorgeous no matter what you do with your appearance. it's still you under there after all!

Jason Voorhees

he'd be surprised at first but will try to play it cool if you become self-conscious. points at something just above your head. he wasn't staring at your hair, he was looking at...uh. that bird up that tree! it flew away when you looked... too bad..

like Bubba, Jason loves you no matter how you look. big boy does not care at all. things will stay pretty much the same. he’s not the type to make a big deal about it just because you look a little different.

he would make sure to shower you with compliments if he catches you fussing over your appearance though. bring in the gifts! he picked up this cool hat for you, do you want it? how about these hair clips? he wants to help as much as he can.

Jason would not want to fix it for you but it’s not like he can deny you when you’re asking for his help. what if he messes it up? what if you get mad at him? what if he accidentally hurts you? it’s too risky. he doesn’t even know how to! hopefully his many concerns would be enough to convince you to just let it be.

if not, well.. his hands would be trembling the entire time. this poor man would be scared to death to snip even a single strand of your hair. why would you put him through this? not only would it take him hours before doing anything noticeable, he would be in a constant state of dread the entire time.

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

WHEEZE. babe, what happened? who did you offend? he’s very desperately trying not to laugh at you but he’s failing. what a gentleman. Jesse would inspect the damage - totally not struggling to hide his laughter - before claiming that he hadn’t noticed anything until you pointed it out.

he’ll tease you about it, asking if you’ve been out making enemies behind his back. he won’t be as much of an asshole as Bo per se but he’s not about to pass up the opportunity to get a reaction from you.

Jesse is more of a romantic about it, holding you close and placing a palm on your chest. what matters to him is this, he signs. ...your tits. oh and your heart too, but that’s just a bonus. he’s kidding! stop hitting him! (claims to have planned this just to make you smile all along. sneaky bastard.)

if it’s something that bothers you, he’ll have a hairdresser come over for a home service. why are you surprised? were you expecting him to bring you to the salon? the barbers? why would he do something like that? he’s offended!

now you’ve done it - you’ve bruised his ego. the man’s just showing off at this point. within the short period of time the hairdresser took to fix your little problem, Jesse somehow managed to get more people involved. they’re wheeling all sorts of expensive-looking equipment in. one claims they’re a nail technician and the other a masseuse. oh you had plans today? too bad, you're getting pampered and that’s final.

Michael Myers

if it’s really bad then he might let out a small chuckle but that’s pretty much it. the most he’ll do is run his fingers through your hair. Michael doesn’t really care all that much for appearance either.

but he’s not as eager to console you like the rest of the slashers are. if it’s a bad haircut then it’s bad - he’s not the type to beat around the bush. “do you think I look stupid?” he’ll nod. if you react negatively to that he’ll just shrug. you asked! what do you want him to do, lie?

Michael would help you out if you asked but it’s ill-advised. he’s decent with a pair of scissors but he’s going to keep cutting shorter and shorter until you either stop him or you run out of hair. (there’s no guarantee he’ll stop even if you asked nicely.) clearly this is your fault. why would you trust him with a pair of scissors?

this should be obvious but do not let him anywhere near your hair with anything sharp. he might take matters in his own hands if he sees how fixated you are with your haircut. if it’s that bad, he’ll snip away while you sleep. Michael would be careful not to wake you.

overall you’re almost guaranteed to have an awful time if Michael decides he wants to do something about it. he’s not going to make fun of you but you’re going to wish he did instead of butchering your precious mane.

Thomas Hewitt

oh, honey... what happened? he’ll set you on his lap to give you a good look-over. Tommy is not all too concerned about how you look but how you feel about it so he’ll help in any way he can. if you’re upset about it he’ll press a quick kiss on the crown of your head to reassure you.

nothing a little trim can’t fix! as good as he is with his hands, he has almost no experience with hair so he would have to ask Luda Mae for help. he’ll be there too don’t you worry your pretty little head!

Luda Mae would coo at you affectionately, earning a disapproving “tsk, tsk.“ at the poor soul who had done this to you. they would be the talk of the town. if you somehow did this to yourself, then she’ll scold you out of love. why didn’t you ask her instead? after the whole ordeal is sorted out though she’ll beam with pride when you comment on how good it turned out.

Hoyt is most likely going to chide on how badly you messed it up if you were the one responsible but if it was someone else, you best believe he’d be out of the door in search for the s.o.b. what kind of hairdresser would do such a half-assed job?

if you’re not quite close to the family yet, Tommy would do it but he’s unfortunately not as good as Luda Mae. he won’t be as bad as Michael though so you can still save whatever dignity you have left.

Vincent Sinclair

unsurprisingly, he’s the mature one out of the bunch and like Tommy, he’s more concerned about how you feel instead of how you look. he would immediately try to fix it - you won’t even have to ask. Vincent won’t even give you time to actually feel bad about it, that’s how much he cares about you.

he usually doesn’t alter his victims’ appearances so he doesn’t have much experience but he’s not about to tell you that! his caring side would definitely override his lack of confidence. congrats! Vincent does a pretty good job. he would even give you a trim if you asked.

if you somehow ran into his brothers first then there’s no escaping it. Bo’s going to laugh at you. Lester wouldn’t really insult you but he’ll poke fun at you, saying that it would be much easier to find you now, much to Bo’s amusement. luckily for you, they’d made enough ruckus to draw out Vincent.

Vincent wouldn’t necessarily defend you from his brothers, just silently tug you somewhere else - prompting Bo to call him out for being a killjoy. unfortunately since he’s used to his brothers picking at him he’ll expect you to do the same. afterwards he won’t take long to fix your haircut.

this isn’t going to stop Bo from calling you names though. Lester wouldn’t do it but he’s not exactly opposed to what he assumes is just friendly banter. they’re unlikely to cross the line since they know how much you mean to Vincent so unless you’re especially sensitive, then it’s nothing too serious.

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raineydays411 · 4 years

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Oh,what am I supposed to do without you.

Loki x daughter!reader pt 2

Summary: You never knew your mother, but from the journal your Uncle Thor gave you, you knew she was a special women. You also knew that you were the splitting image of her.

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Loki’s POV

Silence. That's all he heard now. No more sweet laughter. No more soft humming as she walked through the garden. No more mumbled words of love and whispers of sweet nothings. No all her heard was silence. Silence in the chambers that once belonged to the both of them. Silence as he walked the halls of a busy palace. Full of people but he was always alone. Silence..in the nursery that has been empty for nearly sixteen years. The bright beautiful colors, dull and covered in a layer if dust. But what else is new, everything has been dull since his beloved has died.

After he had his daughter sent away, Thor had been on more off world missions. He would leave for long periods of time and only come back to visit. Frigga would look at Loki with disappointed and pitiful eyes, that he would pointedly ignore. And while Loki managed to pull himself together and leave his room, he still had this dark depressing cloud over him. He was barely holding it together.

He was just...dark. His mischievous ways became cruel. Harmless pranks he used to play turned into mean tricks. His dry wit became cruel taunts. And when he wasn’t tormented people he was distant. There have been several times maids have found him staring out windows or at walls just lost in thought. Thinking of the life he could have had. A happy life with his wife and a child.

If only...

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Y/n POV

Millions of light years away in Midgard, or earth, there was you. Y/n Odinson. After being sent away by Loki, Thor had taken you to live with Heimdall wanting to keep you close and true to your asgardian roots. But with Heimdall being the literal guardian of worlds and you growing to be a rather curious child, it wasn’t really a good match. So Thor took you to the only other place he could think of.

The Avengers HQ.

At first the team wasn’t too fond of the idea. Having a kid running around a superhero base isn’t really ideal. But after a while you won them over. Everyone absolutely adored you. Tony bought you any and everything you ever wanted, Bruce was your go to for advice, Steve doted on you and played with you whenever you wanted, Natasha was your self proclaimed aunt, and Clint was your fun uncle. Hell even Bucky found himself wrapped around your little finger. Yes, you had a wonderful life indeed.

But even though you could have anything you ever wanted, you still felt like you were missing something. Your parents.

You knew you were an asgardian. Your uncle Thor made sure you stayed true to your roots and you remembered the little time you spent on the planet. But you had no idea who your parents were. Every time you asked, Thor would always manage to change the subject. Other than the Avengers, who were more like aunts and uncles, you didn’t really have parents.

Now you knew you didn’t need them. You had a whole family of people who loved you like their own. But you couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing.

It wasn’t until a few days after your sixteenth birthday that you learned the truth.

See you always knew you were asgardian, but never knew who your parents truly were. You couldn’t remember your life in Asgard, much less your parents. Thor refused to tell you who your parents were. The most you got out of him was that you looked almost exactly like your mother and that she was the sweetest person he knew.

So when your fingers started turning a light blue and ice started shooting out of them, it was a little surprising to say the least. It happened on your birthday. Tony decided that it would be a wonderful idea to throw you a surprise party. And usually, you wouldn’t mind it as you’re actually pretty good at socializing. But ever since you woke up, you haven’t been feeling too well. Your head has been hurting, you felt light headed, and you just felt cold. Your hands and toes felt as if you were standing in the snow for hours.

As you were walking into the common room, the Avengers and some of your friends popped out, scaring the absolute crap out of you. Resulting in you pulling an Elsa and then passing out. And while everyone fussed over you, trying to figure out what the hell happened, Thor was planning on taking you to Asgard.

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After persuading the team ( specifically Bucky and Tony), you found yourself behind Thor as he was greeted by a man who looks a lot like Idris Elba.

“Heimdall!!” Thor boomed embracing the man “It’s wonderful to see you again my friend.”

“Thor, its been too long!” Heimdall says with a smile,” Does the all father know about our dear visitor?” He says, golden eyes looking into yours. Your face grows hot under his gaze as you smile at him shyly. His face softens at the sight of you.

“Y/n, welcome home” He says with a nod of his head. Your eyes widen as you distinctly remember not telling him your name. Thor and Heimdall chuckle at the look of surprise on your face

“Moonlight, Heimdall was the first person to take care of you before the Avengers” Thor said chuckling.

“Oh, then its lovely to see you again” You say, not really knowing what to say.

Heimdall smiles and whispers to Thor, “ Does your brother know about this?”

Thor winces, “No...”

Heimdall stares at him for a bit before rolling his eyes. “My dear” He says to you,”You’re uncle is a buffoon.” You giggle at his words. Not understanding the severity of your presence.

“Come Y/n, lets get you settled in.” Thor says and you say goodbye to Heimdall, walking across the rainbow bridge in awe.

As you walk through the streets of Asgard, you noticed people staring at you. They whispered to each other as you passed by. You thought it was because Thor was home, but you had a weird feeling.

“Hey, uncle Thor?” you whisper

“Yes darling?”

“Why are they staring at me?”

“Oh...uh. ....cause you’re dressed in midgardian garments. when we get to the castle we’ll get you something to wear” Thor says nervously. You squint at his excuse. “Okayy” you say weirded out by his behavior.

Finally reaching the palace, you look around in awe. It looked like something out of a fantasy book. Thor lead you through the halls when a beautiful woman sped towards the two of you.

“Thor!” she said wrapping him in a hug.”welcome home my son”

“Mother” Thor says hugging her back,”I have missed you”

“Oh this is Frigga” you think to yourself. You feel a slight pang of jealousy, seeing Thor be embraced by his mother. But you push that thought aside when they break apart and Thor beckons you over.

“Mother...this is Y/n.” He says slowly. Frigga freezes at your name.

“Y/n?” She whispers, looking at you with wide eyes. She steps closer you you and puts her hands on your face and stares into your eyes.

“Oh, I’d know those eyes anywhere.” She says. “ Oh darling”

She pulls you into a loving embrace, startling you. “I haven’t seen you since you were but a babe.” she holds you at arms length. “Oh you...you look just like..” She stops herself, shaking her head and wipes away tears. “Look at me, crying all over you”

You smile,”It’s okay, its lovely to meet you.”

Frigga laughs,” Yes, I am so happy you are here. Come, let me show you where you can rest.” As she leads you out of the room, she turns to Thor and says, “Thor, don’t forget to mention our guest to your brother.” And with that she wraps her arm around your shoulders and leads you to a guest room, asking about your life and interest.

You answer, blissfully unware or the dread running through Thor's body at the thought of confronting his brother.

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Loki's POV

Thor slowly walked to the chambers, regretting every choice he has made till now. He knew there were two way Loki would handle the news. He’d either go ballistic or completely disappear for however long Y/n was there.

For his sake and hers, he'd prefer that latter option.

Finally reaching his room, Thor stood in front of the door. He was trying to figure out how to tell Loki his long lost daughter that he disowned was in the palace. Oh and she doesn’t know who her parents are. And that him and his team of superheroes have been raising her.....and that she has ice powers.

Loki, sat in his room reading noticed shadows under his door. Rolling his eyes, he thought it was the maids again. They always hesitated to knock on his door.

“What do you want?” Loki says in a monotone voice, opening the door only to his his brother standing their with a sheepish look on his face.”Thor.. you’re home.”

“Brother! How lovely to see you” Thor said loudly. “ I just came to ...uh..came to..”

Loki looked at him in irritation and confusion. “Came to what?”

“Came to invite you to dinner!” Thor said grinning nervously

“What? no flowers?” Loki deadpanned

“Oh hush brother” Thor said. “I have been away for so long, and I would be overjoyed if you came to my welcome home dinner.”

“If I agree, will you leave me be?” Loki said. finally irritated with his brothers presence.

“Yes!” Thor said. “ Wonderful...”

Loki looked at him weirdly again and nodded, but before he closed the door Thor started talking.

“Brother, tell me, how have you been?” He asked

“Wonderful, now do you mi-“ “Be honest.”

Loki glares at his brothers words and stays silent for a while. Then he sighs and steps aside, letting Thor in his room.

“I don’t know.” He finally says, looking down at the floor.

“You..don’t know?” Thor repeats, not understanding the response.

“Yes. At first I was devastated, I was angry. But now...now I feel empty. Like there’s something in my life that I’m missing.” Loki sighs again, looking out the window. “Every time I look, there she is. Sometimes she’s reading in the garden. Sometimes she’s helping the maids. And sometimes...” Loki stops himself, tears forming in his eyes.

“Sometimes..?” Thor prompts gently as he slowly walks to the bookshelf, leaning against it.

“Sometimes I see her staring at me. Disappointed.” Loki finally says, his back turned to Thor as he lets his tears fall freely.

“Loki..I am certain she understand.” Thor says, “ would she be upset? Probably.” Loki tenses at his, his brothers words sting at his heart. “But, she knew you. I think she’d prefer her child to be well loved.”

Loki nodded, still not facing Thor. And because of that, he didn’t notice Thor swipe a particular journal and replace it with another book.

“Well” Thor said suddenly,” I should be off, I promised mother I’d help show our guest around.”

“Our guest?” Loki said making a face at the thought of socializing.

“ Oh yes.” Thor said walking out of the room, “ a princess of some sort, I believe”

Loki rolls his eyes, he knew if royalty was visiting, he’d be forced to dress up and make stale conversation.

Meanwhile, Thor walked down the halls, with a beautiful leather journal, that belonged to a certain girls mother. And a plan in mind.

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bungeenomin · 4 years

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NCT REACTION- YOU ON YOUR PERIOD

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requests and asks: open

Taeil: Taeil would be the type to make sure you’re okay, then give you space. He knows him fussing about you won’t magically make you feel better, so he’s there when you need him, not when you don’t. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me baby”

Johnny: Would ALWAYS make sure you’ve got ice cream in the freezer, pain killers in the cupboard and make sure your pad/tampon supply is sufficient DAYS before your period. When he knows it’s starting he does everything he can to make sure you’re comfortable. “You stay in bed baby, i’ll go make breakfast”

Taeyong: Taeyong would go immediately if not sooner into panic mode. He would make sure you were feeling okay while checking you had everything you needed and wanted. “Baby are you okay? Are those silly cramps hurting you?” Big sad until he knows you’re okay.

Yuta: Yuta would definitely pretend he doesn’t care at all, while on the inside, he worries about you being in pain. “Babe i’m not going to go and buy you pads that’s embarrassing” he would sigh, as he throws on his jacket and picks up his wallet, ready to go do exactly that.

Kun: He knows you don’t want a big deal to be made about it so he would just silently help you through it. Cuddling you with nothing but a simple “i love you” leaving his lips as you deal with your cramps.

Doyoung: Would just get on with things as normal, but will be a lot more touchy with you while you’re on your period, a hand always in yours, on the small of your back, running through your hair. “You’re okay babe”

Ten: Confident Ten has left the chat. He would instantly be a lot quieter than usual. Less of sassy Ten and more of soft Ten. Cuddles you quietly, the absence of his loud self is enough to show how much he cares. “I’ve got you”

Jaehyun: Honestly, he would really keep his chill about the whole situation. He knows it’s only normal and that you’re okay. “Okay five more minutes of mopping around and cuddles and then we’re going for a walk, it’ll make you feel better”

Winwin: To Winwin, it’s just another day. Winwin tends to leave you do your thing if you’ve got cramps, checking on you frequently to make sure you’re okay and running to you at any sign of you not being okay. “Babe, you’re okay right? I’m just- just here if you need me”

Jungwoo: Jungwoo would just not be here for it. Although trying to help you, he would in no way hold back his thoughts on the process. “You know what? I think if i was born a girl i’d just ask for a refund honestly, there is no way i would be dealing with that shit, no ma’am”

Lucas: The main thought bouncing around Lucas’ head is when you’re gonna want to go do things with him. “Baby i want to go for ice cream, you like ice cream, so why are we not going for ice cream?” Would honestly kinda just stare if you had bad cramps because man does not remember signing up for that.

Mark: Mark would try his gosh darn hardest, he really would. Mark would be freaking out on the inside, but go out of his make sure that you are okay, and feel comfortable. “Yo does it like, hurt?”

Xiaojun: Honestly, it’s not a big deal to Xiaojun. He’s knows it’s not a fun time for you, and him being difficult won’t help anyone. All the cuddles, all the hugs, all the kisses. “So baby, what movie are we watching?”

Hendery: Now Hendery has never seen a ghost, but the reaction on his face if he did would be damn similar to what it is right now. He would just give you some time to yourself. “I’m just gonna- yeah okay. If you like actually need me i mean i’ll come back but- yeah”

Renjun: Much like Yuta, Renjun would care without caring. He’s not the type to know when your period is coming, but when he figures out you’re on it, he acts like nothing is happening and insists “you’re fine” all while rubbing your back and texting Jaemin to ask if there’s painkillers in the dorm.

Jeno: This sweetest boy would do anything and everything to make sure you’re feeling good and in a happy mood. He would make sure that you don’t have to lift a finger for those few days, and that nothing could bring your mood down. “I’ll do that baby, don’t worry. Want to go for a coffee in a little bit?”

Haechan: Honestly, he would just go out in sympathy with you. You want to stay in bed? So does Hyuck. You want to eat junk food? Hyuck will join you. “No baby we need to stay in bed and cuddle, lets just watch a movie”

Jaemin: As if he didn’t constantly care for you already, this man would go into protection overload when it was that time of the month, always making sure you’re okay. “Do you need anything baby? Do you have cramps? Do you want cuddles?” You name it, Jaemin will do it for you.

Yangyang: This little shit would be literally zero help if you’re in pain or feeling moody because this boy will speak his truth, no matter what the situation. “If you leak on me i swear i don’t care what hurts, i will kick you out of this bed and onto the floor, okay?”

Shotaro: This angel despite being panicked will keep a big smile on his face. He’ll do anything he can think of to make you feel better, even if he is flustered and has no idea what he’s doing. “Do you want cuddles? Will that make you feel better? Or kisses? I can do kisses too!”

Sungchan: Definitely one to silently help. Would focus on the little things. Making sure you’re drinking water, eating, getting enough sleep and getting out of the house. “I know it sucks, let’s go do something, yeah?”

Chenle: This little shit, pt 2, would just tease you. Obviously, if you were suffering a lot, he would care but if you’re feeling okay he will without a doubt, make fun of you. “Babe, you can’t turn into satan’s spawn once a month and blame it on mother nature, i’m sure she would never pull a stunt like that”

Jisung: This poor boy would just try to avoid the situation as much as he could. If Jisung saw you doubled over with cramps his reaction wouldn’t be “Babe, are you okay?” it would more be on the lines of “BABY WHAT IS HAPPENING?!? DO I NEED LIKE A DOCTOR OR SOMETHING?!?IS THIS NORMAL?!?”

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hanazou · 4 years

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Hi! Could I ask for Dazai, Ranpo, Kunikida/Atsushi with an s/o who frequently picks their skin/scabs/scalp. My psychologist, mom, and I are pretty confident that I have ASD, and it's a relatively common stim. This can also happen with ADHD, OCD, and anxiety disorders -- I'm not sure if this suggestion is too centered around a reader’s identity! (Also, it's not intentional self-harm; it relieves stress and boredom, but just happens to cause damage :/ If you're uncomfortable, I understand) Thx! <3

dazai, ranpo, and atsushi and a lover who constantly picks skin/scalp/scab.

📜 Books : Dazai | Ranpo | Atsushi

📜 Word count : 2.3k

📜 Shelf : Paperback

📜 Category : Headcanons

📜 Genre : Fluff, with a tiny hint of angst with Dazai and Atsushi

📜 Caution : Vague mentions of disorders and insecurities

📜 Note : Don't worry, @my-introvert-hideout! I'm not uncomfortable nor is this too specific. In fact, I had so much fun writing this! I chose Atsushi (because I kin him I resonate with him better), I hope this does your suggestion justice. I apologize if any of these is inaccurate.

Enjoy your books! 💛

Dazai Osamu

He's an ex Port Mafia executive and currently employed as a detective. Never doubt that he'll catch on your habit the first time you display it around him. But only when things are official between you two will he take an action about it.

With his background and quick wits, Dazai knows a lot about the quirks people can have, where they came from, and why they do it. By judging from your expression and slights of movements, he knows that it's caused by your certain conditions and nothing like deliberately inflicting pain on yourself. After all, he's well accustomed to self harm itself too, and he doesn't see it in you, not that way.

Dazai's understanding on your habit will be more personal rather than analytical--because of his self destructive tendencies. He can relate to you in this aspect, but whether this is a bad or good news is completely up to your personal interpretation.

Only after things become official between you both that he steps his feet into ‘that’ zone, deciding now he has the right to interfere. He's the type of guy that perceives intervening with issues like this requires a special established relation with you beforehand, if not, who is he to say anything?

Dazai doesn't mind that you never took the initiative to tell him first, what matters that is he knows and he has for long. He'll take his chance of intervention when you start picking yourself again, but only when it's just the two of you around. If you're with the other ADA members or within a crowd, he'll just figure out something to distract you and do it subtly.

The private moment will come sooner than you think. With a swift move that escaped your eyes, he has taken your hand hostage. "Nuh-uh," He cooed. "You're prone to injure your pretty skin."

His direct words will push you off guard. You'll notice that he knows about your quirk, maybe get a little shy from not realizing that he knows if you're the shy type of person.

Dazai is a clingy guy and even more so as a boyfriend, your habit will only give him a legitimate reason to hold your hand wherever you two go. Your hands will sweat from constantly holding his. He will definitely use it as an advantage to tease you too.

"I have to go to the bathroom, can I trust your hand or do I have to keep holding it?"

You will literally throw his hand away. "What th—Go by yourself."

Dazai has loads of tricks up his sleeve, and combined with his knowledge, he knows more than one or two or three methods to help you. Whether they are effective or not depends entirely on you and your condition. Sometimes his tricks are so subtle that you didn't even realize until you think back about it.

Assuming you're thinking of seeking help from experts, Dazai will be totally with the idea. "I can feel your earnest effort for this, I'm glad for you."

He'll take you to your appointments and wait for you, and sometimes walk you back home, which is also another trick to ditch work and piss Kunikida off. Two birds with one stone, right? :)

Expect him to shower you with loving words after every session. Maybe it will even make you feel corny. But truth be told, he'll deeply ponder about your condition, you, and himself. He's well aware of his nihilism and ponders whether the words he said are genuine or just part of the new personality he adopted when he left Port Mafia that sometimes run on autopilot.

(aka he suspects he's not being totally earnest with his sweetness)

If it's the latter, the corny lovey dovey words will double as an effort to help you and himself. Don't blame Dazai too much, he has trouble differentiating between what’s good and bad (as what was said by my man Oda), but at least he's trying hard for your sake.

When you show some progress, he will be so expressive in praising you. His self doubt or whatever it is, that can wait. His darling comes first.

Dazai will give a hug or two and other romantic stuffs like that even if you're in public. He's a tease and you know you love it. If you especially get embarrassed about it, he'll try to fluster you even more. Is it to distract you or himself? Nobody knows.

Edogawa Ranpo

This Yokohama's best detective is well versed in a lot of things, psychological conditions included. If you have any condition at all, it doesn't take him long at all to understand it. Nothing escapes his pretty green eyes.

Ranpo's approach will be the opposite of Dazai. His will be more analytical rather than emotional or personal.

In the scenario where you don't feel too confident about your condition, you might be constantly worrying Ranpo will make a blunt comment about it. But trust me, you don't have to worry anything about it with this guy. He’s straightforward, but he’s not rude.

Even if Ranpo hasn't had any personal experiences of feeling/witnessing this sort of thing firsthand, you can count on him to be knowledgeable about it, although his words won't be exactly delicate. He knows that some people have problems if it's addressed boldly and he knows where the line for him lays.

Ranpo is the type of guy to think that if you never told him about it, then that's your decision and it's nothing to make a fuss about/make complaints for, but he's not going to pretend he doesn't notice. He doesn’t hold back his tongue.

He will treat this situation slightly akin to a case for him to solve. Why? Because first of all, he’s your boyfriend. Who else is better fitted to take care of you and analyze the root cause? Second, because of that personal attachment with you, he will feel the obligation to step in.

When nobody is in the agency office since they don't slack off like him, he'll stretch back against his chair, hands behind his back, and call out your name who stayed behind to assist and babysit him.

"Won't you hurt yourself if you keep doing that?" He asks, his sharp eyes closed. Blunt questions are his signature. You will instantly freeze, only realizing that you were going off with your habit.

You won't feel the need to explain it, because you know that he knows, and he knows that you know he knows (do I make sense? this sounds like that one Dazai and Fyodor meme)

"If you want, I know some ways to help and I'm acquainted with some experts." He says easily, stuffing his mouth with chips. After he swallows, only then his green eyes opens. "You're hurting yourself, you know that?"

I'm not going to sugar-coat his personality. If you want heartfelt, supportive, and warm words, talk to Kenji or Yosano because you won't hear it from Ranpo. But the brighter side is that Ranpo is a very good listener and offers practical suggestions that you know are fool-proof. With each word you vent to him, the more methods spring up in his head to help. Lucky of you to have him!

If you agree to seek professional help or his own, he's a different kind of romantic than Dazai who knows how to swoon you off your feet. Ranpo’s praise won’t be like Dazai’s (since receiving conventional praises is his thing), but he'll say something rather indirect like "Good for you. Nobody knows what's best for you other than yourself, not even me."

After your sessions are over for the day, Ranpo will gift you his favourite snacks. Chips, cookies, ice creams, jellies, sodas. Do you know how lucky you are if Ranpo gives you his favourite snacks? Mostly it's because he's not confident in sweet talks so he's hoping that you'll get the gist of what he's trying to do.

Heck, he'll even wait for you (partially because he doesn't know how to go home by himself, but that's not the point) quietly without whining that it's taking too long. To occupy himself, sometimes he'll bring some papers of the cases Fukuzawa gave him and solve interesting cases. But when you emerge from the door, everything is forgotten and his attention is fully back to you.

"Oh, you're finally finished!" He springs back up to his feet, arms expanded.

I encourage you to tell him about your sessions. He'll compliment you in his own ways believe me.

"My super deduction concludes that you did well." He says as you pop out the popsicle he gave, a cheeky grin on his face. Oh, you one lucky fella.

On the way back to the agency, presumably on a train, if you're getting better, Ranpo will definitely smile cheekily to himself, prideful of you and him.

"I'm always right, after all." He says. "What do you think, aren't I such a great boyfriend and detective? You're lucky to have this combination all for yourself!"

Damn right you are.

Nakajima Atsushi

This will be slightly lengthy.

In terms of discovering this quirk of yours, Atsushi's approach will be different than Dazai and Ranpo's. If anyone is insecure about this one aspect in your relationship, it will be Atsushi.

Let's be frank, Atsushi's abused background didn't let him know much about the world, disorders/special needs included. We're talking about the boy whose first idea of survival was to jump on strangers. He was thrown into the real world without any experience and minimum social skills, it's almost impossible he immediately clicks on the reason behind your habit.

Despite so, Atsushi will notice it, weretiger senses used or not. Growing up abused, he was forced to notice the microexpression changes on people’s face and their quirks/habits as a defense mechanism in case he earns someone's ire (remember about the infiltration mission with Akutagawa on Rats of the House of the Dead when he said he can hear when someone’s mind snaps). Even though he believes you will never pose a harm to him ever, he couldn't help but to overthink every single little thing you do. He just can’t help it.

Constantly picking your scalp/scab/skin makes him free fall to the assumption that you're anxious around him since he knows that people sometimes fidget when they feel unsafe. At first, he thought that you're nervous around him. Is it because he's a weretiger? Because you don't trust him? Because you think of him as a hindrance?

This sweet boy thinks a lot about you. You basically live in his head rent free, and ever since he noticed your habit, you will quickly climb up the ranks of things-Atsushi-overthinks.

He will address you about his insecure thoughts after they're brewed aka rotted his brain long enough

When you're picking your skin, Atsushi will call your name softly as he fidgets. "Are you, maybe, uncomfortable around me?"

The confusion you will feel. "What?"

The conversation will spin around how and why that thought even popped out, and because of mutual confusion, it will take a while until you're like "OH. That's why."

You will have to explain it but he's not that dense as to he'll keep asking "Huh?" As I mentioned, anxiety is his old friend. He understands very well the constant need of having to pick to ground yourself and alleviate the intruding thoughts.

He will apologise for assuming things himself, maybe overreact a little, blaming himself for thinking things are about him when it’s actually about you, and he will be very tender about it. After all that, he will do everything in his power to help with your condition.

Atsushi will keep your hands busy by holding it before you start picking yourself, gently, but firmly. He will use his heightened senses to pick on the signs before you pick your skin/scalp/scab and try to distract you by doing anything.

Remember that one scene of his entrance test where he panics, not knowing what to say to Tanizaki? yeah he will be like that.

"AAH! Look! A cat!"

Then Atsushi will get more creative. He will not hesitate to spend the money from his cute wallet to buy lotion/moisturiser for your skin that smells so good (thank you for your help to guide him pick it, Kyouka), hoping it will help you. Maybe he'll get you gloves to match his own (matching couple things are never outdated). You won't pick on your fingers that way.

If you ever want to talk about your condition, please, share it with him. I insist. He insists. It's a win-win solution for both of you. His faith that you truly treasure and believe in him will harden (helps with his self esteem), and you get to throw off the load burdening you down.

He also feels it's his responsibility, part of that is because of his Headmaster's words, but mostly because he treasures you that much. If he caught you picking again, he'll become super worried and so guilt ridden.

If you decide to seek professional help, he will be 100% supportive. I won't sugar-coat again—Atsushi will detect his disappointment at himself for not being enough to help you on his own, but at the same time he's also realistic. He knows that he doesn't have what it takes by himself.

His Headmaster's words will echo again, again, and again. "You failed to help your own lover? Have this orphanage taught you nothing—have I not taught you anything? Will you ever amount to any good?"

He will fight it back harder than usual because now, it's about you. He can't afford to fail you, especially you. If you do talk about your condition to him, it will calm him down by a lot.

In short, your condition impacts Atsushi more that you ever thought. Please support each other.

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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Complicated - Chapter Two

Chapter One: Here

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

Warnings: self-degradation/self-doubt

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: Gonna rework this and ditch the first person POV, jsyk.

A/n pt. 2: This story does contain spoilers for the show/manga. The dates/ages of characters are going to be shifted around a bit.

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It's been two days. Is he gonna call? Text? Completely forget I exist?

I sigh, trying to expel the anxiety balled up in the pit of my stomach.

Why would he call? We talked for, what, five minutes? He seemed older too. You were in your damn school uniform, idiot. He's obviously got more important shit to do than chat up a schoolgirl who can't mind her own fucking business.

"Ugh," I groan to no one but myself in my apartment. "I'm really just the biggest fucking jackass, aren't I?"

Flopping down on my bed, I let out another weighty sigh and bury my face in the plethora of pillows piled beneath me.

Relax. Maybe he'll text. Maybe he won't. And if he doesn't he's just sparing you the embarrassment that you would inevitably bring upon yourself.

A yawn escapes my lips as I feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was hardly 5 PM.

Fucked up sleep schedule, here I come.

The familiar comfort of my bed allows me to quiet my thoughts enough to fall into a shallow sleep, until I'm startled awake by a vibrating sensation coming from underneath my chin.

I blink against the harsh light emitting from my phone, squinting to see who was disturbing me.

What the--oh shit!

It was an unknown number. Recognizing that it could be him, I sit up faster than I have ever managed to after a nap and fumble the phone into my palm, eagerly sliding my thumb across the screen to accept the call.

"Hello?"

My breath hitches and I bite my lip in anticipation as I wait, eager to hear his deep, silky voice on the other end.

But the pause on the other side of the line seems just a little too long. Something is off.

Is this him? Is it..just some creep? A prank? What the hell?

"We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty."

My eyes slam shut, a shake reverberating through my spine as a cocktail of anger and embarrassment wash over me.

That's it. Hope is off limits from now on.

"Fucking great."

I tap the end button, half ready to throw my phone out the window.

Instead, I decide to check and see if I missed anything else while I was out.

Hope is off limits.

I shake my head, trying to erase the little embers of hope that persist, praying that maybe he did reach out.

To my surprise, there's a text from an unrecognized number.

Unknown: You free tonight, doll?

Holy shit.

Looking above the message, I see: Today 6:58 PM. I wince as I dare to look at the clock, which mercifully reads 7:26 PM.

Tapping the text box, I don't give myself the chance to overthink this opportunity.

Me: For you? Sure thing.

Tossing my phone onto the bed, I nod my head, processing the sudden burst of confidence I seem to have found.

I'm not like this. What is it about this guy? He's just that--a guy. One that I don't know. And now I'm just gonna meet up with him?

He's literally a stranger. Who the hell do I think I am?? Is my vagina just running things now? Gonna run out and meet up with some strange dude, because he's pretty and charming?

You know who else was pretty and charming?? Ted Bundy.

That's right, you said it. This is dumb, logically. This is everything everyone’s ever warned you about.

My phone buzzes and my heart rate spikes in response, tearing me from my spiraling doubts.

Unknown: Our spot. 30 minutes. See you there.

A noise that I've certainly never made before eeks past my lips as I process his instructions.

Fuck it. The possibility of this guy being a serial killer has been assessed. I'm going, risks be damned.

You're an idiot. You're an idiot. You're an idiot.

I sigh for the umpteenth time today, waging war in my own mind.

I don't know what it is about him, but I have to see him again. Nothing bad is going to happen. It'll be fine.

That's what I tell myself as I exhale, until I catch my reflection.

My hair is disheveled, my mascara askew. I didn't even bother to take off my uniform before I passed out.

As if I weren't flustered enough, now I gotta make myself looking somewhere near presentable and get down there in time.

Here goes nothing.

Fifteen minutes fly by and I think I've managed it as I step back to look myself over in the mirror once more.

The shortest pair of high-waisted shorts I own, paired with a low-cut black crop top and my favorite slip-ons. My make-up doesn't look perfect and there's not much of it, but it's touched up, and my hair is at least brushed.

Okay, no turning back now.

Grabbing my keys, I tuck my phone in my back pocket and make my way to the meeting place.

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Our spot. The man is smooth and I think that he knows it.

I re-read the last message he sent for probably the thirteenth time in the past five minutes.

The clock in the corner of the screen reads 8:02.

Maybe he won’t show. Maybe this is a joke. He and his buddies with come around a corner and laugh as they speed off.

Damn, can I chill? No. He’s going to be here. And I’m going to act like a human fucking being. A normal girl. Someone he could like; I’m capable of that.

Aren’t I?

Scanning my surroundings yet again, I take in the scenery. I never really get out at night, but the city looks so pretty this way. There’s not too much traffic, especially considering that it’s a Friday night, but there are some people milling about up and down the sidewalk. Some look like they’re on their way home. Some look like they’re on their way out for a night on the town.

“Hey there.”

My eyes are quick to follow the sound of his voice. I look up and he’s strolling up to the bench where I’m seated, the same one where I bandaged his arm the other day.

His hands are shoved in his front pockets, thumbs pushed through the belt loops of the tight, black jeans he’s sporting. His white t-shirt dangles off of his frame in a way that suits him, offering a glimpse of his muscular chest. A black coat completes his ensemble and he certainly looks the part of the typical bad boy.

But, damn, does it look so good on him.

“Hey, there. How’s the arm?”

I scoot over a bit, allowing for ample space between us if he were to take a seat. To my surprise, he sits towards the middle of the bench, so that his thigh brushes against mine as he settles.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, glancing down and covering the noise I want to make with a quiet clearing of my throat.

“It’s good. You do make a pretty decent nurse, sweetheart.”

He grins and pulls his coat sleeve back, revealing the still bandaged wound.

“Wait, have you changed that?”

You’re such a mom. You better hope he’s into MILFs, because otherwise this ain’t gonna get you where you wanna go, girl.

His brow furrows in an expression that tells me all I need to know before he even speaks.

“What do you mean? Changed what?”

A quiet sigh leaves my lungs as I hold out my hand.

“May I?”

His puzzled expression doesn’t falter, but he shrugs and offers his forearm up for inspection.

Carefully, I pull back the tape holding the bandages together and slowly begin to unwrap them.

That is, until the smell hits me. I barely catch of glimpse of the reddened skin before my nostrils detect the scent of burned flesh and excess viscera.

“Oh, dear. Have you even unwrapped this thing?”

Trying not to agitate anything further, I delicately wrap the bandages back around his arm, taping them down once again.

“No, should I have?”

I look up and my gaze meets his, a sense of true ignorance evident in his expression; I try not to laugh. I really try, but a soft giggle escapes nonetheless.

“Yes! I mean, if it doesn’t hurt, I’m sure it’s not that bad right now, but you should be cleaning and redressing a wound like that once every 12 hours at the very least. It’s been what, like, at least 50 at this point?”

His good arm reaches for the back of his neck, scratching at it as he dons an apologetic half smile.

“Sorry, I’m not exactly nurturing by nature, doll. I don’t know the first fucking thing about this kind shit.”

I cock a sympathetic smile as I look at him, sitting there looking almost helpless. I guess he is, in a sense. It’s actually kinda cute how he doesn’t seem to have an inkling of how to properly care for himself.

Because that’s absolutely what you want in a potential relationship. Someone to fix, how fun! Why not open up a shop for broken boys? Girl, when will you learnnn??

“Well, I don’t have anything on me right now, but if you don’t mind coming back to my place, I could clean it up there? And I’ll teach you how to keep up with it this time.”

I guess not today, motherfucker.

“Coming to my rescue again. You must be in a hero course, huh, doll?”

His smile is so naturally disarming as he stands and offers his hand out before me.

“I don’t mind, if you’re sure you don’t. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable and I don’t wanna be a burden. I didn’t ask you out tonight for you to have to play doctor on me again.”

He seems so sweet, so genuine. Maybe he is broken, but everyone deserves kindness. He looks like he hasn’t seen much of that. And as cliché as it is, maybe I can help him. Maybe he can help me.

I slip my hand in his, smiling as flirtatiously as I can manage as he pulls me to my feet.

“I don’t mind. I was kind of hoping I might get to play doctor on you again anyway. Maybe you could even return the favor.”

I brush my fingers against his as our hands disconnect, taking a page from his own book and watching his expression as my skin glides against his.

Or maybe we could just do this. This works too. No muss, no fuss. But oh my goodness what if what I just did was weird and he’s not even interested??

His eyebrows rise for just a moment as he chuckles and glances down, still grinning as he puts his hands in his coat pockets.

“Well, sweetheart, I don’t know much about medicine, but I do know how to give a pretty thorough physical exam.”

Something twitched deep inside my belly as my breath caught in my throat and I damn near tripped over my own two feet as we started walking.

Thankfully, his reflexes were quicker than my inate ability to fuck things up and his good arm reached out to steady my frame as he stepped in front of me.

The delicious scent of his cologne mingling with remnant cigarette smoke nearly made me dizzy as my hands connected with his chest, now completely unable to ignore the muscles just beneath his thin shirt.

“You all right there, doll?”

Long, slender fingers find their way under my chin. His thumb just barely brushing the edge of my bottom lip as he strokes it over my chin.

His eyes are practically piercing mine as he carefully lifts my face to his. Who knew being in such close proximity to someone so beautiful could be this paralyzing.

Holy fuck. Forget fixing me. He can break me and I’ll probably thank him for it.

The strong hand on the small of my back threatens to rob me of my breath all over again and I have to fight to keep any semblance of composure in his arms.

“Yeah.” I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear and will myself to break eye contact. “You always have girls falling for you this quickly?”

I pity laugh at my own joke, wishing my quirk was something that would allow me to disappear.

But then he’s chuckling too. It’s melodious at first, but then it morphs into a deep reverberation that sends all the right chills down my spine as I level my eyes with his again.

He looks like an enigma personified. His eyes look so gentle and warm, but his smile reads so sad. The words that leave his lips sound like both a warning and an invitation to my flushe red ears.

“Trust me, princess. You don’t wanna fall for me. I’m no good for you.”

Oh, but it’s too late for that.

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suzukiblu · 3 years

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I wish you would write a fic where there's age regression, and possibly more Kon/Conner. How do you age-regress a quick-aged genetic experiment? Or, conversely, Conner takes care of an age-regressed teammate (and has no idea what he's doing)!

I LOVE age regression but I like neeeeever write it, it's such a weird oversight on my part. I actually even HAVE an unfinished YJ fic about the whole team getting de-aged that's just, like, chilling in my docs. I never figured out where it was going aside from "making things weird for Superman", though, although I really liked it at the time.

So hey, you know what, have a read more:

There's some kind of fuss going on around Young Justice, although Clark isn't sure what. He overhears Hal and Dinah bickering about something to do with Artemis and Speedy—Red Arrow, although “Speedy” is so much clearer a memory—but they don't go into detail. Something about mad science and a mission gone wrong and . . . Lunchables?

Clark very rarely mishears things, but that he is CERTAIN he did.

It isn't his business, though, so he doesn't ask for clarification. If the League needs his help, they'll ask him; otherwise it has nothing to do with him.

Unfortunately, then Bruce actually asks for his help.

There's no excuse good enough to get by Batman, and so Clark finds himself materializing inside Mount Justice with the halfhearted hope that they just need something improbably heavy moved—ANYTHING that will just take a moment, in and out. Oddly, there's no one waiting to meet him, although he can hear arguing and laughter and running water and a dozen other sounds of life from different corners of the mountain.

Closer, and more concerning, he can hear tears.

Clark ignores the other voices and Bruce's distant, Kevlar-muffled heartbeat to follow the tiny, hitched breaths down the hall. He doesn't have to go far.

There's a little boy curled up in a shadowed alcove not even big enough to be a broom closet, five years old if he's a day and wearing a black T-shirt and cargo pants and oddly heavy-looking boots. He looks wounded and small and brokenhearted from the lie of his shoulders alone.

Clark stares in bemusement for a moment—a child THIS young in Mount Justice?—but another muffled sob takes immediate precedence and he drops into a crouch just outside the boy's personal space.

“Are you alright?” he asks gently, and the boy jumps in surprise and jerks his head up. He has the most ENORMOUS blue eyes Clark thinks he's ever seen, and also the most horrified.

“I wasn't crying!” the boy blurts, still crying, and scrubs the tears away frantically.

“It's fine if you were,” Clark tells him, gentling his voice even more, and the boy looks at him like the world just ended. Blue eyes, black hair, broken heart; he remembers Dick four years ago, remembers what happened to make Dick ROBIN. Wonders what Bruce is doing, exactly, and if THIS is the emergency he is supposed to help with.

“YOU wouldn't,” the boy says, hiccuping around another sob, and Clark just smiles reassuringly at him.

“Everyone does,” he says, and fresh tears well in the boy's eyes and he turns his face into the corner, huddled up so small it actually HURTS to see. Clark is used to misery, he has seen more of it than he can stand to remember, but that doesn't make it any easier to watch.

He could ask what happened, what is so upsetting, but doesn't want the boy to have to think about what's making him cry like that, so devastated and LONELY in a place full of people, and so instead reaches out and rests a hand on his shoulder, carefully. The boy freezes, sobs and breath and HEART all stopping, and Clark lightens the contact, but doesn't quite withdraw.

“Are you hurt?” he asks with all the gentleness he would usually reserve for restraining the full scope of Superman's strength down into catching a falling body, embracing a victim, kissing a loved one. The boy SHUDDERS and starts back up again, tears falling faster and his attempts to respond all breaking up too much to finish. Finally he just shakes his head, HARD, and buries his face back in his arms.

He is so small.

“Is there something I can do for you?” Clark asks, and the boy just cries HARDER, somehow, and now he's concerned because how can every attempt to do something for the boy make him that much more UPSET? All the power in the world means nothing when he can't help a person who's in pieces.

There's a shriek somewhere in the base, loud and childish and startlingly giddy in comparison to this moment, and Clark startles slightly and looks towards it, automatically dropping the hand on the boy's shoulder to touch his earpiece, meaning to call Bruce and ask what, exactly, is going on here—but then the boy whimpers.

But no. “Whimper” is not enough of a word, “whimper” cannot possibly contain the pain and DESPAIR in that sound, the way it TEARS out of the boy and through Clark worse than any other kind of hit, worse than perhaps ANYTHING.

“It's alright,” he says, fast, forgetting about the communicator altogether and reaching out again. “Shhh, it's alright, it's alright, son—”

The boy SOBS.

Clark has never in his life heard a worse sound than that sob.

Something like panic flits through him, he doesn't even know where from, and he barely keeps himself from grabbing the boy and yanking him to his chest—it would be too hard, too sudden, too frightening for an already distraught child. The moment it takes him to force down the driving NEED to is literally painful, and when it passes it still doesn't really pass.

Clark takes off his cape, carefully, and wraps the boy up in it—hides him in it, he admits to himself, but it's not hard to admit when the boy himself seems to welcome the idea of vanishing inside its folds. He picks him up in one arm, cradles him in the crook of it, and the boy curls up as tight as if he really COULD disappear. The sobbing dies down into almost-silence, barely more than hitched breath again, and Clark holds him close and heads towards the sound of people. He can't help the child if he doesn't know what's wrong, and clearly the boy's in no condition to explain what's happened to him for himself.

He thinks of plenty of awful possibilities on the way, but doesn't get halfway there before a sudden blur of black and red and yellow tears down the hall and skids to a stop in front of him, solidifying into two more small boys, although not as small as the one in his arms.

Infinitely more recognizable, though.

Clark blinks, and looks down at a brightly grinning nine-year old Robin riding piggyback on a beaming Kid Flash . . . that IS Kid Flash, isn't it, he thinks, except he can't be a day past nine himself, and Kid Flash DEFINITELY never wore that suit or ran like that when he was nine.

NEITHER of them should be nine.

“What . . .” he starts, slowly, and the boy in his arms peers out from underneath his cape and sniffles, once.

“Found him!” Kid Flash yells back down the hall, and Robin throws both hands up in the air with a crow of triumph, falling off Kid Flash's back into an effortless back walkover in the process.

“We win!” he says gleefully. “Go Team Batflash, suck it, Team Aquamartian and Double-Arrow!”

“'BATflash'? Why isn't it FlashBAT?” Kid Flash demands indignantly, and Robin just laughs condescendingly and reaches up to give his head a little pat.

“Oh please, it is SO Batflash,” he says. Clark stares down at both of them with a certain sinking feeling, and the boy in his arms scrubs at his tear-streaked face again, and the cape slips lower and for the first time he sees the front of the boy's shirt.

Sees the symbol on the front of the boy's shirt.

He hears a Kevlar-muffled heartbeat and then Bruce is there, staring evenly at him. For a moment Clark is . . . shaken, that is the only word for it, and then Bruce's arms are up and then he's completely bemused, because it LOOKS like Bruce wants him to give him . . .

“Superboy,” Bruce says, and the boy fumbles out of his cape and his arms and into BRUCE'S and latches on, latches on so hard Bruce's body armor audibly CREAKS. Clark feels a sudden irrational rush of frustration—Superboy did anything BUT hold onto him—and then everything actually sinks in.

“What happened?” he manages, or mostly manages, still holding his empty cape and feeling . . . feeling very strange for it. Kid Flash starts babbling at super-speed, Robin too busy scowling sulkily up at Superboy to properly contribute, and it's not very different from overhearing Hal and Dinah—mad science and a mission gone wrong and Black Canary totally bought them all Lunchables she is the AWESOMEST EVER—except this time Clark is actually listening.

This time it has something to DO with him.

“I see,” Clark says when Kid Flash finally runs out of air and falls over gasping, taking Robin down with him. Robin yelps, and Kid Flash laughs breathlessly, and they scuffle for no apparent reason. Superboy is still hiding against Bruce, holding on with that Kevlar-creaking grip.

Then it occurs to Clark that he's been too busy staring at Superboy to pay attention to Bruce, and his eyes flick to the other man's.

It . . . takes a lot of distraction to not notice Bruce has been glaring at you.

To not notice BATMAN has been glaring at you.

“You're late,” Bruce says, sharply.

“You only called ten minutes ago,” Clark reminds him, and Bruce's lips thin and even without the X-ray vision Clark can read the look the other is sending him: you could've been here in two. It's not that he . . . he didn't mean to AVOID . . .

He didn't want to come, Clark admits to himself, and his eyes trail back down to Superboy like all the weight of creation is calling them down. If he has ever, ever held that weight, this is that moment. But why should it be, he wonders, why NOW—

What a stupid question, he thinks, watching the closest thing he will ever have to blood hide from him in such obvious shame and fear.

“Superboy,” he says, slowly, and Superboy flinches. Kevlar creaks, and Bruce's lips go even thinner; Clark doesn't have to be Superman to know that HURT. But Bruce doesn't say a word or change his grip at all, and . . . and Clark remembers being a child, remembers running into Pa's arms crying and covered in mud and Pa hadn't cared about getting his good suit dirty; remembers Ma wrapping her arms around him when he slipped in shivering from sleet and rain, not minding the icy meltwater soaking into her dress. Remembers growing older, watching other families, and thinking that parents who did things like that were the best anyone could hope for.

Remembers finding out he would never BE a parent, because he wasn't human. Because Kryptonians and humans couldn't crossbreed. Because he was the last and would ALWAYS be, because he was going to die someday and so would EVERYTHING of his people, everything his birth parents had wanted to SAVE—

Clark is aware, very suddenly, that he is responsible for Superboy's existence. He is the one who decided to put on the cape. He is the one who decided to BE the cape.

He made Superman, and no one would ever have made Superboy if he hadn't.

He made a choice.

He made a choice, and that means . . .

Bruce inhales, a little stiffly with the way Superboy is crushing his body armor, and turns on his heel and walks away. Robin and Kid Flash tear after him, Robin grabbing the edge of his cape like a little . . . like a child, of course, Clark thinks, and follows as well.

Superboy is still hiding from him.

“Batman,” he starts, but doesn't know where to go from there. Bruce ignores him, and Clark struggles for words, for SOMETHING that will . . . for something. Robin disappears under Bruce's cape, Kid Flash bolts restlessly from place to place in the hall, almost fast enough to blur to even Clark's vision, and Superboy never releases his grip on Bruce's armor or lifts his head.

They come to the end of the hall, and it opens into a common room; Dinah looks up, her face flushed and upset and a boy who can't be more than one or two sniffling in her arms, chubby little hands covering his masked face. Red Arrow, Clark recognizes immediately, because Dinah could not possibly look like that for anyone else, and that armored and forbidding costume looks so ODD on a child so small—as odd as Superboy's steel-toed boots. Artemis is scowling angrily, arms crossed in a defensive posture, and she is all skinny limbs and knobby knees, twelve years old if she's a day. Kid Flash and Robin immediately fix her with matching scowls.

“What'd you do to Speedy?” they demand in near-perfect indignant unison, and Artemis GLOWERS.

“Nothing!” she snaps. “He just wants Green Arrow and Green Arrow's still in Star City, it's not MY fault he's too stupid to understand, y'know!”

“I bet you were a jerk to him again!” Kid Flash accuses, pointing at her.

“I was NOT!” Artemis fumes.

“Then how come he always ends up cryin' whenever we leave him with you?” Robin asks grumpily, foot tap-tap-tapping erratically against the floor and fingers fisting tighter in Bruce's cape. He keeps sneaking glances that are closer to glares up at Superboy, and Clark, irrationally, wants to scold him for it—as if that were even his place, in regards to either boy.

“'Cause he's STUPID, I told you!” Artemis snaps back, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder, and Dinah grits her teeth.

“That's ENOUGH,” she says sharply, cradling Red Arrow tighter to herself, and he sniffles again and grabs at her hair with his sticky little tear and snot-stained gloves, burying his equally sticky little face in it. Dinah's expression turns pained, but she doesn't shoo him away. “I'm going to kill Ollie,” she says, in a surprisingly sweet tone, and pats Red Arrow's back soothingly.

“Wan' OWWY!” Red Arrow wails, and the children all cringe at the volume, clapping their hands over their ears. Clark barely represses the urge to do the same.

“There, there, darling, Ollie's coming,” Dinah croons, swaying gently and stroking a hand through Red Arrow's hair. “And he'll probably bring a camera and NEVER let you live this down, oh no he won't. And blubber all over you, that too, yes!”

Clark considers asking what Red Arrow was even DOING with Young Justice and also if anyone in the room even slightly cares about Green Arrow's secret identity, but decides there's not much point. He's more curious about the fact that the kids have somehow all turned out vastly different ages despite apparently having been hit with the same still-unidentified ray—with the exception of Robin and Kid Flash, that is, but even that's strange considering they were different ages to start with, and the gaps between one and eighteen and twelve and fifteen are MILES more than that. As for Superboy . . .

Clark's not even sure Superboy ever actually WAS five years old, and if he was it probably didn't last this long.

“Is Red Tornado still with Aqualad and Miss Martian?” Bruce asks, and Dinah nods, looking weary but almost amused despite that.

“Aqualad INSISTED on checking the pool and showers for Superboy,” she says. “He seemed pretty convinced no one could possibly want to hide anywhere dry if they were feeling sad.”

“Well, we HAVE found him holed up in the showers before,” Artemis says, tugging absently at the bottom of her ponytail. “They kinda remind him of his pod, y'know? But they're, y'know, probably too big now.” Bruce grunts assent, and Clark remembers how tight the alcove he found Superboy tucked into was, and feels . . . strange about it.

He should have the whole SKY, something whispers in the back of his head. He should have wide open fields and miles and miles where the only buildings are barns and silos and little houses and there aren't even trees or planes overhead, where everything is flat and bright and clear and ENDLESS.

“Contact Miss Martian and inform her we've found Superboy,” Bruce tells the—currently—older children, and they all nod and squeeze their eyes shut tight with extremely concentrated expressions. Clark wonders when Bruce is going to put Superboy down. That can't be COMFORTABLE, being held onto that tightly for so long; the merciless grip of Superboy's small arms probably feels like being slowly crushed.

Clark isn't sure how strong the boy actually is, of course, because Superboy wasn't holding onto him at all when he carried him, much less holding on that hard. Much stronger than he was at that age, he knows, just like Kid Flash is much faster than he should be and Robin and Artemis both a little too graceful.

He should say something, he thinks in the silence, but then Red Arrow starts sniffling again and Dinah starts singing him a lilty little Irish lullaby and Robin and Kid Flash immediately swarm her while Artemis pretends not to be perking up curiously, and Superboy lifts his face just a little, just for a moment.

Then he sees Clark, and hides it again.

That's . . .

“We're here, we're here!” a loud, childish voice shouts, and Miss Martian darts into the room on chubby little-girl legs, huffing and puffing excitedly and with her cape all tangled up around her shoulders. She looks five or six, and Aqualad who's right on her heels with a worried expression and attempting to untangle her might be seven. Red Tornado follows them in, apparently unconcerned about the clothing issue, and Miss Martian hops up into the air and starts tugging at Superboy's shirt. “Superboy, don't be—don't be scared, you're not lost anymore! We found you!”

“WE found him!” Robin protests indignantly, scowling up at her.

“Superman found him,” Batman corrects, visibly unimpressed, and it's the most acknowledgment Clark's had from anyone in the conversation since they left the hall. He tries to take it as reason to speak, but the right words won't come—they never do, when it's about Superboy.

“Superman doesn't count,” Kid Flash says, glowering with startling vehemence, more startling for the way Robin and Artemis match it. Even Miss Martian frowns, although on her it looks closer to a pout, and Aqualad just sighs and reaches up to tug lightly at the bottom of Superboy's shirt, so small and so serious.

“Superboy, do you want to come play with us?” he asks, the picture of a too-responsible and too-concerned little boy. “It is your turn to pick the game.”

“I don't know any games,” Superboy mumbles, still hiding against Bruce. “Just the ones you guys taught me today.”

“Which was your favorite? We can play that one again,” Aqualad suggests, and Superboy finally peers down at him. He still looks uncomfortable and unhappy, but not so upset anymore—thirty seconds, and Aqualad has calmed and comforted Superboy in a way Clark hadn't even come CLOSE to when he'd tried.

Annnnnd that's as far as I ever got, alas. But I did really enjoy writing it, so I'm all for an excuse to share it, haha.

#percygranger #rintalk

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schrijverr · 3 years

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Tender

Trevor has bruised ribs. He doesn’t think it a big deal, but Sypha and Alucard are more concerned about him being injured and show him that he is cared for and that hurting is a big deal.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: injury, insecurity

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It was dark outside and a fire was crackling. They had been on the road for some time now, trying to help where possible with the night hordes, now left wandering with no one to steer them. It was nice and comfortable to be out there for a while even if Trevor was bruised.

“Ugh, I don’t think I’m ever getting up again, my everything is blue,” he groaned as he dropped gently to the ground after returning from gathering some firewood.

“Stop being such a baby, Trevor,” Sypha told him, throwing a log on the fire.

“I can be as much of a baby as I want to with the entire forest ground trying to dig into all these bruises,” he pouted, not really meaning it.

“For a big bad hunter you do whine a lot,” Alucard picked Sypha side, because of course he did. Not that Trevor minded, it was hard to hold a grudge against the dhampir after taking down Dracula together and Trevor had found to his horror that he quite liked Alucard.

That horror had faded quickly and he had rolled his eyes at his ancestors, before happily befriending the other more along with Sypha. So he took their friendly ribbing with grace. Well… his form of grace that was. “You’re all so mean to me, I don’t deserve this.”

“Ahw, did we hurt your wittle feelings,” Sypha exaggerated a pout and put on a mocking baby voice.

“Is your ego now bruised as well?” Alucard added and both laughed as his misery.

It wasn’t that bad, just some bruised ribs, maybe cracked, but nothing more. A common injury on his part that he could function with normally at this point. Still, in the wake of their teasing he played it up, cradling his midriff as he pouted at them, which only made them laugh.

Sypha pushed his side gently with her foot, making him catch his breath slightly as she hit his tender ribs. “We haven’t even traveled that much today.”

He glared at her halfheartedly then snootily sniffed: “You obviously can just shoot beams at monsters instead of getting thrown around all day. That horde was large. And I got thrown into a tree, for your information.”

What he hadn’t expected was for them to look guilty.

“Hey now, what’s wrong?” he asked in confusion when both stayed quiet and the teasing atmosphere that had been there dissipated. “Aren’t you two going to make fun if my brittle little bones or something?”

“You broke something?” Alucard exclaimed wide eyes of horror.

“No, just bruised, maybe cracked them at worst, but I don’t think so,” he shrugged, wincing slightly at the action and completely unsure what to do with the reaction he was getting. “It’s nothing really, happens all the time.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” Sypha practically demanded as she sat up, fingers hovering over his chest as if asking for permission to examine him.

“Guys?” He was now officially confused. “Guys, come on, you’re scaring me here. What happened? There is literally nothing wrong with me, no need to fuss. I’m fine. If it’s about the teasing that was fine too, I swear. I wouldn’t have gone along with it, if I was in any real pain, I promise. Just stop with those faces.”

Both immediately tried to school their concerned faces into something else as if to please him, but it wasn’t working and their concern was still prominent. Sypha broke first, recognizing in his face that he could still see the concern as she pleaded: “Can I at least check your ribs?”

“If that will help relax you again, sure,” he said, struggling into an upright position from where he had been slumped against his pack. In the corner of his eye, he saw them both wince with sympathy and he wondered why they cared now for something relatively routine.

The cross belts, once undone, were easily slipped over his head with minimum arm movement and pain and Trevor was glad his shirt buttoned at the front so that he could just slip it off, baring his chest to them.

When they saw they gasped. He looked down, but saw nothing too bad or out of the ordinary. His chest was obviously bruised, the outline of his ribs clear from where they had pushed against his muscle from the inside when he had hit the tree. It was swollen slightly, but it didn’t look too bad.

“Wow, it’s probably not even cracked. Nice,” he smiled, hoping it would lighten up his companions, but no such luck. They stayed passive, Alucard more so than Sypha, who looked upset. Still, she raised her hand to do what she had asked: examine the injury.

At the first press of her fingers he hissed. He couldn't help it and it was completely involuntarily, but she pulled her hand back as if burned nonetheless. He attempted a smile and said: “You won’t get to feel if it’s broken if you’re scared to touch. I can take it, Sypha, it’s fine. It’s probably not broken anyway, you won’t do more damage, promise.”

“How do you that?” she snapped, clearly upset.

Trevor didn’t know what to do with that. He had never seen her this upset over him and he tried to cheer her up, even if he didn’t know how. “I’ve cracked my ribs enough time to know what that looks and feels like. This is nothing. It just happens, no need to worry.”

“This happens often?” she yelled at him. Okay, so the comfort had not worked and he didn’t know what else could be wrong beside her thinking this was a bad injury instead of a regular one, so he looked helplessly at Alucard, hoping he would step in and save him.

Alucard was no help. “While I wasn’t a doctor, my mother was, and that looks pretty severely bruised. It will take four to six weeks to heal,” he said with a frown. “You said you bruise and crack your ribs regularly? Can you breathe okay?”

“What?” Trevor said, completely baffled. “I can breathe fine. A rasp or a stab here and there, but everyone has their aches and pains.”

“And pneumonia?” Alucard continued his interrogation as he crawled closer, now also examining Trevor’s ribs. “Are you easilysusceptible to pneumonia?”

“I would have died, if I got pneumonia regularly,” Trevor rolled his eyes. The dhampir must know hardly anyone survived that, especially since Dracula’s hordes has swept over the lands. The sigh of relief Alucard gave at his answer confirmed that the other was aware of that fact and had asked it out of fear that he did, which only served to confuse Trevor more.

“Then how have you treated this in the past? When was the last time this happened?” Alucard questioned him, hands ghosting over his ribs as Sypha watched along over his shoulder with great interest.

“I walked and lived on like a normal person,” he said, suddenly feeling very exposed under their heavy gazes and concern. “It’s literally just a bruise, we all have bruises constantly. I don’t- Can you fucking stop that?” he finally snapped.

Both froze with again that guilty, concerned look on their faces that Trevor was beginning to seriously hate.

“How many times do I have to tell you it’s fine? You’re both acting like I’m going to kneel over when it’s literally nothing. I’m injured all the time, this is just a little inconvenience to me and you two didn’t care before, so I don’t understand why you’re suddenly acting like it’s the end of the world that I got a little bruise now,” he ranted.

The gigantic bruise that covered a large chunk of his chest could hardly be called little, but those were not the details the others were concerned with in their reaction.

“You’re injured all the time?” Alucard frowned as Sypha exclaimed: “Of course we care!”

“Uh, yeah, I’m only a measly human, no regeneration for me and I don’t exactly get to stay out of the way of the big hitters. My whip may give me some distance, but it’s not really a shield,” he answered Alucard, because facing Sypha’s comment made him uncomfortable.

“Why didn’t you say so?” Sypha asked, genuinely hurt. “We wouldn’t have teased you, if we had known that you were in pain. And wounds need treatment, what if you got an infection? We could have helped, Trevor.”

“I- I-” What was Trevor supposed to say to that? That he was used to the hurting so much that it hadn’t registered as something notable? That he was used to pushing through alone? That he had thought they’d known, just hadn’t cared enough?

Something must have shown on his face, because Sypha’s fiery look softened as she gently took his hand. “Trevor, we want to know when you’re in pain. You’re our friend, we don’t wish to see you hurt.”

“Oh,” was his only stupid reaction to it.

“Indeed, oh,” Alucard said, before asking, “Can I look over your ribs? I trust you when you say you haven’t broken anything, but just to be sure.”

“Ye- yeah, sure,” he replied, still thrown off slightly.

Alucard pressed where the bruising was worst, making him hiss, but the vampire didn’t stop. He just worked on steadily until he nodded to himself, before leaning down and instructing Trevor to breath deeply, which he did even if it hurt slightly.

When he leaned back, Sypha urged him immediately to give the verdict with a curious and anxious: “And?”

“He is fine,” Alucard told Sypha what Trevor had already deducted, “He should heal perfectly if we keep him still for as much as possible and put ice on his ribs two to three times a day. There is no rattling in his chest and the only out of place rib seems to be old and already healed.”

“I can make ice,” Sypha said happily at the same time Trevor frowned: “Keep still?”

“Yes, Trevor, keep still so that it can heal,” Alucard said. “It’s a miracle your ribs are mostly in the right place still. And we don’t want you to hurt yourself while walking.”

Trevor was quiet for a moment, he really appreciated their concern and the fact that they did care and hadn’t just ignored him being in pain, but he was also a realist and hardened by the road, both with them and all the years by himself. So, he tried to gently break it to them: “Alucard, I appreciate that you care and all that, but we’re in the middle of nowhere and the best we have is a shaking cart while we’re getting attacked regularly. I don’t think resting is really an option.”

“Then we’ll camp here for a few nights,” Sypha demanded sternly. “We can set up here as well as any other place so that you can rest. It might not be the full recovery time, but a bit. Until you feel better. Wallachia can wait until you’re in fighting shape.”

He would deny it to his grave, but he chocked up a bit at that. And while he thought their concern was a bit over the top, it felt nice to be cared for again, that someone was willing to put aside more important things for him.

So, despite his mind telling him it was unnecessary, he gave in: “Sure, yeah, okay.”

The smile he got in return was worth the guilt he would later feel over leaving people to their fate with the night creatures still roaming around and he let them help him back into his shirt as Sypha summoned ice.

The night was still dark and the fire now burning low. The temporary camp would have to wait for the morning and the road for later. It was nice and comfortable anyway, to be out there, even while Trevor was bruised, because he also had Sypha and Alucard and that made it better.

#RR writing #netflix castlevania #castlevania #trevor belmont #sypha belnades #alucard tepes #alucard #insecure trevor belmont #hurt trevor belmont #platonic trephacard

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kdramafeminist · 4 years

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Performative Badassery & Women in Kdramas

When I said I wrote an essay, I meant essay. This is a long one! Grab a snack and venture below the read more. I’ll see you at the end!

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You know the feeling. The drama begins. Our female main lead walks onto screen. She’s a successful businesswoman, a hotshot detective, clever lawyer, smartass retail worker, etc, etc. She stares down a random man to prove she’s the powerful one here. Or kicks some ass. Or rattles off a bunch of demands to her workers. Or talks fast to show off her intelligence.

Then she meets the male lead. There’re fireworks. Slowly we find our female lead has a softer side. Good to know. 3-dimensional and complex characters are important. It’s nice to see women on-screen who are both capable and emotional. Kick ass and feminine.

But slowly... something starts to go wrong. She seems to be crying more than showing literally any other kind of emotion. And is it just me or is she getting saved and manhandled and flustered quite a lot for a woman who we were told was so well put together? Sure, the circumstances are extreme. But they’re extreme for the male lead too and he seems to be managing just fine for some reason. Also, if both of them are ordinary people with no on-screen fighting experience, how come he’s so great at throwing fists out of nowhere and she’s busy keeping hidden or needing rescuing? Exactly how many times can one person just faint like that without anyone checking to see if she has a medical condition?

By the drama’s end our lead has gone through trials and tribulations. She’s fallen in love too, I’m happy for her. But... now that the story’s ending and she’s getting in one last chance to show us she’s a “badass”, why am I left feeling hollow? She’s showing us how tough she is but... we ALL spent this whole drama watching her have absolutely no agency or such a little amount that she might as well have been trying to put out a fire with a water-pistol. It’s almost like her previous badassery (in whatever form it may have been - I don’t mean badass only in terms of being able to throw a good punch) was just a façade. A way to hook in female viewers like me who want to see something more than a wilting wallflower or one-trick Cinderella. But the tiniest knock and the cardboard house collapses.

And no matter how many times we get throwaway lines about her being “the smartest/toughest/scariest/most capable one here” it doesn’t ring true compared to the actual character we’re watching.

Rom-coms, melos and sagueks especially (but many more genres besides), have a real problem when it comes to performative badassery in their female characters. The writers give us a female lead they claim is hyper competent, but the reality is totally different. Any plot that features romance, almost always features this. Honestly the way the start of the relationship in dramas actively MURDERS the female character’s agency could be its own essay so I won’t go deep, just know the two are 100% linked.

The “Faux Action Girl” Problem

A Faux Action Girl happens when a writer wants the popularity that comes with having a cool action girl character, or they want the praise that comes with writing a lead that breaks gender norms, or they want to be lauded for writing a FL whose more capable & progressive than the female kdrama lead we’d imagine, but they don’t end up actually giving us her. Instead we get the fake or faux version. The reasons are usually a combination of:

Relying on outdated tropes. Wrist grabs, damsels in distress, a girl fainting so she misses some vital plot related moment to increase runtime etc...

Sexist worldviews. As a by-product of being Korean which is still a heavily sexist country because of the holdover of Confucianism mixed in with the Christianity westerners brought over that leads many writers to (often without even realising) inserting moments that inadvertently reduce their female leads because they think that’s what correct or natural for the female character based on their opinion of women in general. Even if it doesn’t actually fit the type of character they’ve set out to create.

Executive meddling. Producers who think their demographic wouldn’t be able to handle a real badass but also know their female viewers want more complexity and agency in their FLs these days and so give us the paper-version instead of the 3D model.

This character’s more “badass” traits are nearly always just an Informed Ability (the writers tell us via other characters what she can do but never actually show us on-screen these same things) or we only ever see her utilise them once/twice at the beginning and maybe if we’re lucky once at the end, but never again.

It really hurts.

The “Badass Decay/Chickification” Problem

Sometimes she really is a legitimate action girl though. She’ll be a cop whose good at her job or an ordinary citizen whose well-versed in taekwondo. She has actual moments on-screen to prove herself.

Well. She has moments in episodes 1 and 2. Then she almost always goes through Badass Decay/Chickification. Which means that writers (& producers) believe that if we don’t see her having a softer side, she’ll become unrealistic or unlikeable.

They fix her. So she becomes more vulnerable. As the only girl on the team (usually), she becomes the one who ends up injured more often or needs rescuing most. Her life begins to revolve entirely around her romance and nothing else. (Meanwhile the male leads gets to have the romance and keep his side-quest - have you noticed that? If the FL is really lucky she gets to keep one side-quest too, maybe a dream job or solving some family mystery. Never more though.. only men get to be complicated here). Once she was competent... now it feels like she legitimately had a personality transplant.

Is this even the same person we began with?

The “Worf Effect” Problem

Worf Effect is when the danger/power level of a villain is shown to the audience by making him successfully attack/hurt/ruin the plans of someone that the audience knows is skilled. This isn’t a bad thing alone and writers use it all the time. We need to acknowledge the villain as a proper threat and this is a useful way to do it!

But in kdramas it’s something used almost always against the lead female character. The one we’ve seen is intelligent, or strong-willed or quick-witted.

And because it’s always her, this character begins to look weak. If this writing trope is abused, her reputation as the "biggest, toughest" etc. begins to look like it never existed and we’re back to her having an informed ability.

That this is something that happens to the female characters not only more often but almost exclusively is a sign of sexism. Plain and simple.

Competent, Real Badass Female Characters Aren’t Scary

If you’re going to sell me a capable woman, give me her.

Not someone who has one very unique, specialised skill but otherwise can do nothing else except for that one time when her one skill is useful.

Or has built up her own empire, implying a certain level of smarts, business ability or networking skills, but then once she’s removed from it she becomes so utterly useless it begs the question how she built that empire in the first place.

Or has a rep as the detective whose taken down the toughest guys off-screen, but whatever skills she used to do that seem to disappear the moment anything really challenging happens on-screen.

I’m not saying she needs to win all the time. Of course she doesn’t, how boring is that? All I’m asking is that when she loses, it’s in keeping with the character I’m supposedly watching. A woman that can kick ass can still be outwitted. A clever woman can be physically beaten. A street-smart girl can be foiled by rules and regulations. A leader-type can be beat by someone whose more unconventional.

It’s not difficult to write someone like this. I know the writers can do it because every male lead is written this way. I’ve never once, whilst watching a badass male lead lose, get beaten and cry, thought “oh no, his badassery was fake all along!”

Because when he loses it makes sense. It’s in character. There’s a solid plot reason behind why it happens.

Meanwhile my ladies who are meant to be able to kick ass and take names somehow just got kidnapped out of nowhere?

Make it make sense!

Consistent Characterisation is Good Writing

I get wanting moments where one is injured and the other fusses over them. I love those moments! All I ask is more imagination taken to get us to that point. Make it in-character. If my taekwondo black belt is kidnapped, I want to see her really fight. I want the kidnapping to be shown as genuinely tough on the people trying to nab her. Imagine how much more satisfying it would be to see her fight off all these bad guys, yet still end up losing? How much more heart-breaking?

We’d be so much more invested in the mind games or politics the villain is playing if the female lead we’ve been told is good at that stuff is playing the game just as hard. When she loses it’ll hurt more.

Writers need to stop being afraid that her remaining capable in some way diminishes the masculinity, attractiveness, prowess or “hero” status of the male lead. Trust me. It doesn’t. Ever.

It’s not a case of either/or. We don’t think less of the male lead because his partner is as capable as him in whatever way that may be. Instead, we think more of them both. Once a romance begins, the heightened worry both characters have for each other should only make both of them stronger in whatever area they’re skill lies in. Not just make the man a sudden defence wall and the woman a worrying mess.

I’m sure everyone who reads this can immediately think of at least one drama with a FL who is a Performative Badass. I know I had about ten in mind as I wrote this.

There are exceptions. Cases where the badass gets to stay a badass. Usually these cases happen in genres without romance because like I said above, those problems are linked. But I can think of a few romcoms/sageuks/melos where it happens too.

But those are the minority.

Women in kdramas. Give them agency. Make their characterisation genuine, not just a bit-part for the sake of a cool trailer. Not just one moment someone can edit into a “badass multifemale” video edit - only for us to watch the drama from the clip and discover we’ve been sold a lie.

How satisfied would we be?

Writers! Give us a story we enjoyed because of the excellent characterisation. A new female character we can add to our lists of faves. Women who proved themselves as consistently badass as their first scenes claimed. Women in kdramas who, no matter what problem they faced, don’t become echoes or paper-thin versions of who we were promised.

Actual, complex, layered, enjoyable, KICK-ASS AND BADASS female leads.

Wouldn’t that be a miracle.

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PS. This is an open notice that it’s OKAY to reblog with added commentary/thoughts/rambles of your own. I would *love* to see it if you have anything to add.

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(Disclaimer: This essay was written with a specific female character type in mind. I am not saying every FL needs to be a badass or hyper competent. Soft, shy, physically weak female characters exist and can be just as realistic and complex. There’s a few I can think of who I adore. Instead my essay is very specifically about characters who are *meant* to be badass from the start but then... don’t end up being. So, yeah, before anyone claims I’m some angry feminist who needs every FL to be some tough martial artist or something. Absolutely not! Diversity is amazing and interesting. All I ask is that when I am told I’ll be getting a badass in a drama I get her. Not have my heart broken by the fake wilting flower I find in her place. Ok. End disclaimer. ^^)

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Also I’m tagging a bunch of you because you reblogged my post saying you wanted this so here! TY for making it to the end ^^

@kdramaxoxo @islandsofchaos @storytellergirl @vernalagnia-blog @lostindramas @salaamdreamer @planb-is-in-effect

#kdrama #kdrama discourse #kdrama feminist #women in kdrama #badass women #strong female lead #though to be clear I am an angry feminist lmfao #how does a woman living in this world not be tbh

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mae-gi-writes · 4 years

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Sooner | Sunwoo (The Boyz)

Requested by anon! You break up with your boyfriend at the annual dinner staff celebration. But thankfully, Sunwoo swoops in to save the day.

Genre: fluff, a little angst if you squint. CEO! Sunwoo au, Noona au.

A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long with requests but I literally have NO time to write *cries*. But I’ll try my best to go through them asap. Thank you for your patience and for understanding, and thank you most of all, for reading my works <3 <3

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"Now is your time," Jacob urges, "do something."

He doesn't have to call Sunwoo for attention, for the said man's eyes are already riveted towards the couple in question swaying on the dance floor. Or had been swaying anyway. Because right now, they're squarely facing each other and even with the loud music booming through the speakers, small snippets of angry conversation seems to reach the pair.

"I can't do that," Sunwoo mumbles while ducking his head away, "you know I can't do that. People will talk--"

"People will always talk Sunwoo," Jacob cuts him off with a stern look, "you're not doing that as Mr. Kim, CEO of Kim Finances. You're doing it as Kim Sunwoo, just a guy smitten with his junior associate."

The younger man decides to keep quiet, though Jacob can practically see the cogs turning in his head.

"I can't keep doing this Jaehwan," your voice suddenly pierces through the music, "how am I supposed to trust the fact that you're hanging out with your ex--you go out to drink with her! I--"

"She knows my friends Y/N, she's already in the group. I don't know why you're making such a fuss about this!"

Beside him, Jacob scoffs, "what a dick."

"Because you did it once!" You yell out, fists clenched and chest heaving, "you did it once Jaehwan. How--How am I supposed to trust you--"

Jaehwan murmurs something before his hands reach out as a gesture to calm you. But it's too late. You push at his chest while crying out, "Oh stop acting like you're the good guy. You know damn well what you did!"

People around you have stopped with curious gazes, something that's bound to result in office gossip the next day and though Sunwoo isn't one to act like a hero, he decides that he'd better swoop in before things get out of hand.

As the CEO, it's his duty. He tells himself. Yeah, that's right.

So that is how he finds himself striding up to the pair of you to position himself in a way that he can shield you from Jaehwan.

"Hey guys," his eyes flit back and forth between the pair, "we should probably take this outside--"

"You're one to talk Y/N," Jaehwan scoffs, "you accuse me of talking to my exes when you gallivant in the office, getting all friendly with the superiors--"

"They're just friends! And--"

"Think I didn't know you little game?! What about you flirting with him, all the time?!" Jaehwan jabs a thumb in Sunwoo's direction, causing him to blink in surprise before rage clouds over.

"Excuse me?" He finds his voice, fist suddenly clenching at his side while narrowing his eyes at the said man.

The latter scoffs, hands plopping atop his hips as he shakes his head, "wow, look at that. Y/N, what'd you do for him to take your side? Bet you had a nice suck--"

That does it. Sunwoo's fist flies forward, hits Jaehwan straight in the jaw.

The whole room gasps. Silence ensues.

It takes a few seconds for Jaehwan to straighten back up, his nostrils flared and his mouth twisted in a scowl that he throws at Sunwoo, "you little fucker--"

Everything happened so fast. One moment Jaehwan is lurching at the CEO's body and Sunwoo throws himself before Y/N, and the next, two colleagues are dragging Jaehwan away, all the while screaming obscenities for everyone to hear and see.

Noticing the way your face is crumpled as though you're about to cry, the CEO makes a grab for your shoulders, spins you around, and walks you out of the room, out of the gaping eyes drilling holes into the back of your heads.

It is only when the burst of fresh air hits your face that you inhale shakily, hands finding purchase onto the terrace railing.

"You okay?" Sunwoo murmurs softly.

While his fingers itch to touch you, hold you close, he decides that it's not wise. Not now.

"Noona?" He prompts.

"Huh?" Your eyes flutter up to his, causing his heart to squeeze at the sight of the tears brimming at the corners, "sorry, I--" taking a shaky inhale, you stumble through your words, "I'm sorry he lashed out at you--"

"Noona," Sunwoo rests his hand atop your arm, "it's fine. Breathe."

A long silence ensues where you try to even out your breathing. He watches though his chest hurts at the sight of your struggle, helpless in such a situation.

When you manage to recollect yourself long enough, you manage a wobbly smile. Sunwoo's heart clenches at the pain lingering in your brown orbs.

Fucking bastard, he swears if he ever sees his face he'll break his two legs.

"He's not wrong you know," you say, keeping your gaze averted, away from him, as if embarrassed by the mere notion of it.

Moving closerr to you, his hand settles on the small of your back, "what do you mean?"

"He--He knows we're close, too close for his liking. it didn't help that I told him how popular you were with the girls."

He scoffs, "not a reason."

"I might have also told him..." you spare him a glance and bite down on your bottom lip, "...that I liked you before. That's what started this whole thing. He thinks I cheated on him, with you. So he thinks it's okay to see his ex, except that--" swallowing hard, you continue in a whisper, "except that I never cheated. I'd never do that Sunwoo and--"

Tears are free falling down your cheeks now and without hesitation Sunwoo's arms lace themselves around your middle just in time for you to lean into his cheat to sob. He holds you, holds you as your ahoulders shake and your body quivers and all the sadness comes pouring out of you like a free-flowing river finally able to run its course.

He holds you, while trying not to let his brain jump to the conclusion that there might be a bigger strand of hope for him to catch your heart and make it his.

She liked me, his brain roars like a blaring siren.

Maybe she still does.

When your sobs finally calm down into soft sniffles, he manages to pull you back enough before cupping your chin and tilting it up so that you have no choice but look at him.

The emotion he finds swimming across your face causes another stab to resonate through his ribcage. He hates seeing you so frail, so weak.

"Even if we are close," he murmurs, "that doesn't justify him cheating. Nothing ever does."

"But it's my fault," you blubber against his chest, "I should've just kept my distance--"

"You'd ignore me for him?"

You hesitate slightly, "that's not what I--"

"No. Noona, you can't just end friendships with people just because he said so. If he loves you as he claims he does, he wouldn't be so jealous and insecure," He interrupts in barely-restrained anger, "being in love doesn't mean throwing away everything else. It doesn't work that way and he's a dick for even implying that on you."

He can keep going, but spotting your bottom lip wobbling is enough to allow the words to die at the back of his throat. Instead he just holds you a little closer, an embrace that you gladly accept, tucks your head under his jaw before rocking you back and forth like you're a child that needs comforting.

He isn't really aware of the hours that slip by, only realizes that it's late when he notices the lights aren't on anymore inside the room, that there aren't any voices in the vicinity to suggest that there's still a presence of a party. Glad that there aren't any curious eyes, he doesn't waste time guiding you to his car so that he can drive you home, scooping you into his arms -- you'd fallen asleep on the way and he knows his way to your flat -- and clumsily letting himself in your safe haven.

Gently laying you down onto a nearby sofa, your sleeping form snuggles closer to the pillows on instinct as a soft sigh leaves your lips. Sunwoo gathers a blanket from the side before he tucks you in, careful not to jostle you awake. But there's nothing to worry about. You are happily swept up in a reverie of dreams.

"Cute," Sunwoo can't help but mutter under his breath while crouching down to gaze fondly at your smoothed out features, a drastically different picture from the crying mess you'd been a few hours before.

He reaches out, hand brushing away a few stray strands of hair from your face, "why didn't you tell me sooner?"

A soft sigh escapes him, "I liked you too, noona. I've always liked you, idiot."

And then, not being able to restrain himself, the young man leans over to drop a chaste kiss atop your forehead.

"Sleep tight, princess," he murmurs.

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Knock knock knock.

Sunwoo looks up from the pile of papers scattered across his desk, face worn out with tiredness and practically running on caffeine. Speaking off, he should probably get another cup.

"Yes?" He calls, though he inwardly cringes at the way his alto croaks without energy.

But the moment the door swings open to reveal your face, the young CEO relaxes. He leans back in his seat before closing his eyes, "it's only you."

"Were you expecting someone else?" You ask while closing his door. You approach his desk gingerly, with a fearful gait in your step that though you hope he doesn't notice, he does so anyway.

He shakes his head in response, before he motions her to take a seat. You don't though, rocking back and forth on your heels with your hands knotting themselves, a sign of nervousness.

"Noona?" He peers at you when you don't say anything, concern flaahing through his features, "what's wrong?"

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you squirm slightly before you manage to gather up all your courage to blurt out:

"I heard you, that night."

Silence. Sunwoo stares at you, confusion blossoming into realization when his brain puts two and two together.

He jolts up from his chair, "you heard--you mean, what--what did you hear?"

"Well," you shuffle from one foot to another while averting your gaze, "uhm--I heard you speak, that time when you carried me to my flat--"

"And you kept that to yourself all this time?!"

"What was I supposed to do?! I was confused!"

In truth, only two weeks had passed since the famous incident. Though, you were glad that Sunwoo had been too busy to actually realize you had been silently avoiding him. It had given you time to gather your thoughts and actually think over what you really wanted to say.

After all, Sunwoo is the CEO of Kim Finances. You are just a mere nobody. He doesn't really need you.

"You--You--" he struggles to gather his thoughts as he gazes at you, a mere puppy being kicked by its owner with his cheeks filling with the softest peony.

You approach his desk, noting the way his eyes widen at your blunt confidence while you round the table to stand before him.

"I like you," you look up at him boldly even when your cheeks are flaming with colour and your palms are coated with a sheen of swear, heart beating as if you’ve just run a mile without any breaks, "I've always liked you. Except, people talk and you’re like three years younger than me, which doesn’t help things and the fact that I just recently broke up with Jaehwan because of you just seems wrong--”

One second you’re trying to justify yourself, and the next Sunwoo is cupping your cheeks and pulling you in as his mouth finds yours in a hard, passionate kiss.

A small sigh escapes your throat, which he takes as a green light. His hands grip your waist before he pins your soft curves to his hard frame, the action leaving you breathless and your head dizzy as he slowly moves his lips over yours.

He kisses, nibbles, sucks softly while your hands pave a way up his chest to grip tight on his work shirt and when your butt hits the edge of his table, the young CEO doesn’t hesitate to grab your thighs before propelling you up on his desk. Covering your protests with his lips, body slipping right in-between your thighs while his tongue delves in to caress yours, a low growl echoes from deep within his chest when you kiss back with just as much ardour.

You’ve never really thought of kissing Sunwoo up until recently. But all these fantasies had always felt wrong somehow, maybe because you know he’s younger which automatically made him younger brother material. Or so you thought. And it’s not like his attitude had helped in the past. While he was the CEO of a big multinational company, Sunwoo was still a big kid at heart who just loved pestering you and bullying you with his affection.

But this, him kissing you and ravaging your lips as if that’s the last time you shall ever see each other again, that is definitely not the Sunwoo you’ve grown to know.

This is a different Sunwoo. This Sunwoo feels like a man. His grip is firm, his mouth hot and hard and just the pure bliss of a drug you can’t get enough of.

You’re not really sure when your arms manage to lace their way around his neck, but it’s only when you part for air that you realize how close you are, how his chest is practically pressed against yours it can be considered scandalous. He takes this chance to pepper soft kisses over your jaw and when you turn your head to allow him to explore, doesn’t hesitate to slowly nuzzle his way along your neck, nibbling here and there and causing your body to squirm, a soft whimper falling from your lips which he only answers with a deep, satisfied rumble from his chest.

Head tilting back up so that his nose brushes yours, he murmurs, “I don’t care what people think,” his alto is rough, so deep that it hits you with a wave of desire. You can’t help but notice his fingers which have somehow found a way to ghost up your thighs as he speaks.

Swallowing hard, you try to find your voice to answer him, “I--I don’t want this relationship to hurt your reputation--”

Another round of butterflies flutter up your chest when he drops a peck on your lips to shush you, “you think too much,” he mumbles against your mouth, pressing another chaste kiss, “about things that don’t matter.”

“Sunwoo, I--”

“Noona,” he gives you a hard look, dark eyes filled with an intensity, a depth that makes you wonder briefly whether he’s hiding a galaxy of feelings by the amount of tenderness echoing through his pools of dark obsidian.

“You can’t keep living for others,” he tucks some of your hair behind your ear, “and I’m not asking for much. All I ask is for you to give me a chance.”

He has a point. You’re always so self-conscious of what others might think that sometimes, you feel like it’s the reason why you’re so unhappy.

So as your eyes find his to answer his question, you dip your head down into a nod.

“okay,” you murmur. The man lets out a relieved sigh, before bringing you into another hug, one that fills your heart with a flurry of feelings you can’t quite place. Though you know they’re definitely tending towards the good side.

“You won’t regret it,” he whispers into your shoulder, pecking the side of your ear.

You shiver, arms wrapping a little tighter, “I know I won’t.”

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I NEVER MISS: PART 1/???

Part 1 of ???

Grand Admiral Thrawn × Fem!Reader

A/N: soo,,,, Hey! Before you start reading, how are you? So, this is the start of my first ff/headcanons, if you have requestes, feel free to ask! Also English is not my first language so, probably there are going to be some mistake! I'm sorry. Let's start, shall we?

Summary: You are a Squadron Leader of a TIE figheter squadron, and you serve on the Chimaera. One day, someone lands his eyes on you.

The rivalry between pilots and simple stormtroopers, was known to everyone.

It was a normal day of work in the hangar, the pilots thought to check the fuel, the condition of the ties and review some notions from the tactical point of view.

The stormtroopers, well, they go around talking to each other and doing absolutely nothing waiting for some order or who knows what.

That day they decided to annoy us.

None of us had the flight uniform, with helmets and tubes attached, we only had the simple black suit. We Leaders were sitting, discussing new formations and tactics to adopt against the rebels.

I was explaining an attack idea that I had achieved by observing how the rebels moved and attacked, when laughter diverted everyone's attention from my explanation.

Some Stormtroopers captains.

I raised an eyebrow, not giving too much weight to the thing and returned to my explanation, to no avail.

"Do you seriously listen to a woman?"

The other Squadron Leaders turned in their direction, without answering.

"Are there any problems?"I took a few steps forward leaving the corner we had seized to do the briefing and approaching the two, always staying at a distance.

"I just wonder how a woman can be Squadron Leader" they were in two, but only one of them was talking.

"No one asked for your opinion."I answered by joining my hands behind my back, trying to remain as calm as possible. "Now, I suggest you return to your duties so we can return to ours."

"Do you think you can give us orders?"They both stepped forward, threatening. In response the other pilots got up, trying to get between me and the two soldiers dressed in white.

I reached out to show the others not to be agitated.

"It was a friendly suggestion"

I stepped forward.

They looked at the pilots around me, some of them whispered incomprehensible things.

"Do you have bodyguards?"They made other steps forward, the last one, it was a kind of shot.

Almost instinctively, not expecting the gesture, I backed off.

"Fear?"They giggled, I clenched their fists and opened them again trying to stay calm.

"Get back to your work."

"Maybe we should show her her place, don't you think?"The two soldiers turned to look at each other.

The other one nodded, and answered him.

"On her knees"

"Y / N!"some of my colleagues yell my name trying to stop me, too late, I had thrown myself at one of the two, throwing him on the ground and taking his helmet off.

I punch him in the face.

Of course, he reciprocated every single blow. We started rolling, kicking and punching each other, all over the hangar.

He hit at random, hit as he could, my shots were targeted in areas where the white armor did not cover him and in critical areas.

He would kick, occasionally throwing me well-settled knees that took my breath away for a few seconds or, occasionally he would throw me blows to the tendons, definitely not pleasant, but above all dangerous.

He punched me in the nose, which made me begin to tear, while in my mouth I began to feel the taste of the blood that had begun to flow from my nose.

After a short while, they managed to divide it, some pilots held me, trying to pull me back, since I resisted, while some soldiers helped their colleague.

One thing is certain, I did not notice the presence of the Grand Admiral until we stood in front, accompanied by Commander Vanto and some other important charge of the crew.

Thrawn looked at me first and then at the soldier, his gaze was slightly scary, as if he did not normally do it.

"I require some explanation"

"She attacked me for no reason"

I squinted, if I hadn't had my colleagues blocking me, I probably would have already punched him again.

Some pilots who had obviously witnessed the scene, protested, also springing the opposite reactions of the soldiers, and began to shout at each other.

"Silence" Thrawn's tone of voice was always calm, he had not screamed, but despite this he had silenced everyone, it was definitely a threatening tone, which made me feel a shiver behind my back, making me stiff immediately.

He looked at the boy to my right, who was hlding me by the arm, beckoning him to speak.

He correctly explained the whole situation.

"I still remain of the opinion that this is not the position of a woman" the soldier was dabbing his nose, at a good distance from both me and Thrawn who turned to look at him, making the soldier pale.

In the meantime I was ready to snap forward to give him another punch on the teeth.

"No Y / N" they pulled me back, and this time, Thrawn who was literally in the middle of the two of us put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back, thus helping others to keep me stuck.

He let go almost immediately the grip on my shoulder, I could feel the heat of his hand disappearing.

He turned his back on us, joining his hands behind his back, looking at the soldiers.

"If I were you ,I would return, without making too much fuss, to your duties. I don't know how long they will still be able to hold her," he paused, stepping forward.

Within five seconds, they were all gone. The others let me go, I passed a hand under my nose, which was still bleeding even if not excessively.

Thrawn reached out with a handkerchief to me.

"you're welcome"

I took the handkerchief and put it under my nose, beginning to dab the slow spill.

I took it off, looking at the blood stain that stained the white fabric.

"You could have it. That doesn't interest me"

He squared me from head to toe, analyzing my every single movement.

I had been on that ship for three months, and this was only the third time I had seen the Grand Admiral.

"Thanks"

I noticed his gaze lingering on my right leg, in fact, it hurt me and I could not rest it well on the ground.

As soon as he thanked him, he looked up at my face.

"There is no need to thank me."She tilted her head slightly, nodding towards her leg "if I were in you I would get that leg checked as soon as possible."

He stepped back "now if you'll excuse me" the pilots responded by making the military salute, I nodded slightly, Thrawn turned around and began to head towards the bridge along with his subordinates.

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wannabe-fic-writer · 4 years

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Escape

Summary: The Red Room haunts you, from the moment you stepped foot inside to long after you’ve left. Truth is, you don’t think there is any escaping it.

Warnings: 18+ Violence, Depression, Mentions of Death, Smut

Chapter 3

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It’s safe to say that you’ve seen a decent amount of the world, having been to places like: France, Spain, the UK, the US, Russia, and South Africa multiple times and you’d thought you’d seen the most beautiful things the earth had to offer.

Which is why you’re so surprised when you see Wakanda for the first time. The country is absolutely breathtaking, while Natasha takes top spot for the most gorgeous sight you’ve ever seen, the place definitely takes a top spot.

But none of it lasts very long. It seems as though things happened in the blink of an eye.

One second you’re walking through the state of the art tech facility built by Shuri and the next you’re being pinned down by rabid aliens with razor sharp teeth.

There you were thinking the toughest fight you’d ever been in involved a guy with silver claws in his knuckles. This proved to be tougher.

Quite honestly, you can’t tell if your side is actually winning or not. For every alien you all take down there are about twenty more where that came from.

“You know when I agreed to help, it wasn’t cause I wanted to get my ass kicked.” You half joke into the comms.

Surprisingly it’s the King that replies,“ trust me, we aren’t planning on losing.”

“Tell that to-”

Bruce’s frustrated and frightened shout interrupts you,“ there’s too many of them!”

You look over to see his giant metal suited form on the ground with about a dozen aliens tearing into him.

Just as you’re about to go help, a beam of rainbows appears in the sky. It touches the ground and an ax flies out, lightening trailing behind it. The ax sails over the battlefield and takes out every alien it hits.

Not only have you stopped in your tracks, but so has everyone around you. All of your eyes on the man that just appeared in the middle of the field. Beside him stands a tree and a raccoon.

He catches the ax in one hand and surveys his surroundings.

Bruce chuckles and exclaims,“ you guys are so screwed now!”

“I’m confused is this guy on our side? Is he not also an alien?” You question.

The man’s words clear it up for you,“ BRING ME THANOS!!”

“Alright, got it.” You nod and throw yourself back into the fight.

You hate to admit it but each hit makes you more and more tired. It’s like your bones shake each time you punch or kick these things.

The people around you chatter, almost lightly, as they fight. Barnes tells the raccoon that he isn’t selling his arm as they shoot at aliens. And Steve chats with the God of Thunder and the tree, who says he’s Groot.

But the talking stops as the ground rumbles beneath your feet.

You take down the nearest alien before looking around.

The source of the tremors is unclear, confusing everyone around you. Briefly.

When giant saws burst from under ground your eyes widen.

“Fall back! Fall back now!” The King shouts retreating.

Everyone follows his orders, running and dodging out of the way of the saws.

Rhodes calls out directions to Sam as everyone seemingly snaps out of it. The fighting continues.

But you’re just a little too slow.

Right before you can start fighting again you’re tackled on to the ground by two aliens.

“Oh shit.” You grunt, holding one of their mouths open. The other snaps at you, teeth scratching your arm as you jerk away.

You punch the first one multiple times and stab a knife into it’s neck. Which leaves you too occupied to fight off the second one properly. It bites you again on the same arm.

“For fuck sake!” You groan through gritted teeth.

The second one starts to writhe as electricity ripples over it’s body. You kick it away before the pulses reach your body.

Looking up, your eyes connect with familiar, warm, green ones.

“Did I just save you?” She asks jokingly.

You take her hand and let her help you up,“ your one to my, what, six?”

Despite the seriousness of the battle around you, Natasha still smiles. As little as it is, she smiles.

That’s where the small moment ends.

“Guys, we got a Vision situation here.” Sam calls out.

“Somebody get to Vision.” Steve replies.

Both you and Natasha look around the field and the woman’s eyes widen. She takes off, running past you and to a trench in the ground. You go to get to Vision.

You make it into the woods just in time to see the big alien guy hit Vision. The android flies right past you, landing on the ground aggressively.

As the two progress on Vision you stand in the way, Bruce dropping in beside you. You both share a quick look before facing the aliens again.

“Oh no, oh no you don't. This isn't going to be like New York, pal. This suit's already kicked the crap out of the Hulk-” Bruce’s words are interrupted as the big one charges him. They struggle for a moment before Bruce flies off with him.

You turn to the lone alien and smirk,“ wanna cut your loses and get outta here now? I bet you’re gonna look mighty weak to Thanos when he hears I kicked your ass.”

The alien grunts,“ humans always make the mistake of overestimating yourselves.”

Instead of replying, you wait for the alien to attack first.

He comes at you with his scepter, swinging it at you, almost gracefully. You make sure to stay in front of Vision, even as you dodge the aliens attacks.

“Hey, I need back up, someone needs to get Vision ba-”

Your eyes widen and you look down at the scepter that’s pierced your skin.

In the midst of you talking and trying to count the aliens attack, he managed to stab you. The blade of his scepter wedged itself into your side.

“Every bit of weak I assumed you were.” He growls, snatching the blade from you.

You grit your teeth, hand pressing into your wound. As much as it hurts, the last thing you want is to lose to Thanos. While you are far from a hero, you want to save the universe since you’re one of the idiots who lives in it.

Finding more strength than you thought you had, you surge forward and slam into the alien. His scepter falls from his hand and you both tumble on the ground.

He gets up much faster than you and tries to come at you again, only to have his scepter stab through him.

Vision raises the alien in the air, holding him there, and then flinging him aside.

“Vision,” you force yourself to stand,“ you gotta get back to Shuri.”

Steve and Wanda both make their way into the woods and over to you and Vision. The brunette goes over to the android while the super solider meets you.

“That looks pretty bad.”

You chuckle breathlessly,“ it looks worse than it feels.” Which is half true.

It hurts but you’ve had worse.

Taking a deep breath, you stand up straight, hand resting on Steve’s shoulder for slight support.

“You think Thanos wants to take a break, maybe lay off for a couple days.”

Steve breathes a chuckle, looking up at Natasha as she comes over.

Her eyes snap to your injury and she’s by your side in an instant.

“Don’t fuss Romanova, I’m fine.” You give the most reassuring smile you can.

“Well this doesn’t look fine.” She remarks.

As much as you want to reply, you don’t. Because you feel the atmosphere shift. Tension swirls around you. The air is so thick if you breathe too hard you swear you might choke.

“Everyone, on my position. We have incoming.” Steve speaks into the comms.

All eyes follow his direction of sight. The King and his general join you, Bruce rejoins you as well, as does Sam.

Blue mist appears, opening to reveal the void of space. A very tall, muscular, purple guy steps out.

Your eyes snap to the golden gauntlet on his hand. All stones but one. Your gaze flickers to Vision, who hangs on to Wanda.

“Cap,” Bruce nods,“ that’s him.”

The eerie feeling in the air set the perfect tone.

Thanos took you all down without batting an eye. Phasing Bruce into a wall, trapping Natasha under debris, flinging you and Okoye away like you’re nothing.

Smacking into a tree literally takes your breath away. You feel yourself losing blood by the minute. Each breath you take is labored but you’ve never given up in your life, despite having every reason to.

It was pretty much ingrained in you to keep going unless absolutely impossible to.

Every bit of you protests as you stand up. Just in time to see Thanos dig his fingers into Vision and yank the stone from his head.

“No, no no no.”

Two steps toward Thanos and you see him get hit with a bolt of lightening. It stops and Thanos shoots a blast at Thor, who just throws his ax through it.

The ax lodges itself into Thanos’ shoulder.

Thanos raises his gauntlet covered hand, and snaps his fingers.

You feel your heart drop before it kicks into overdrive.

In an instant the titan disappears, leaving Thor’s bloody ax, and a very confused group of people.

“Nat.” You look around for the red head,“ Talia!” You call out.

Finally you see her, dazedly walking around.

Knowing that the snap couldn’t possibly be a good thing, you rush over to her. You cup her face and search her eyes for any signs of pain or whatever the hell you’re looking for.

“Where’d he go?” Steve also comes stumbling into the open,“ Thor, where’d he go?”

“Steve?”

You all look over to Barnes who literally turns to dust before your eyes.

You subconsciously tighten the hold you have on Natasha, praying that she doesn’t disappear.

Through the comms you hear the team calling for each other. You hear the general call for the king. The lack of a reply is all the answer you need.

Barnes. Sam. King T’Challa. Groot. Wanda.

With the remainder of you standing around Vision’s lifeless body, you have to ask.

“What the hell just happened?”

Steve exhaustively falls on the ground, right into Wanda’s ashes beside Vision.

“Oh god.” He breathes.

Natasha’s hand grips yours as reality just barely starts to set in for you.

You lost. Big time.

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miraculouscontent · 4 years

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Ask Explosion #6

Asks answering previous posts:

Oh, okay! I’m glad, thank you!

(the post this anon is referring to)

Ohhhh.

And fjbgjnfkjgfg thanks >////<

I don’t think there’s much wrong with liking the design itself; I prefer Riposte personally, but that’s just me.

The best way I could put the “insensitive” part (I’m sort of dumb when it comes to this stuff and I talked about it before when I was working on that 3D model of Marinette) is that it’s so heavy on Japanese. I mean, they already have Kagami constantly wear what looks like a school uniform and Tomoe is just like--super heavy Japanese. It’s like the show doesn’t know how to balance “can’t tell at all” (with Marinette) and then “okay this is WAY strong” (with Kagami+Tomoe+Kung Food).

That makes sense! I guess the only problem then would be that the kwami can’t really act as mentors of any kind because “you’re saying this just because that’s all you can say” (like Sass, hypothetically, always willing to give someone a second chance, no matter what; I know that’s not what his power specifically entails but it’s just an example).

I would however definitely lean towards kwami being very strict in one alignment, so Tikki would always be on the path of pure good and thus never want to take/steal/whatever, whereas Plagg is always on the path of “bad,” but there are times where Marinette will have to ignore Tikki while Adrien will have to listen to Plagg.

And yeah, the guardians existing and the kwami not having so much control... not a huge fan.

Someone asked about Chat Noir’s flirting and he claimed that it was “on purpose” (you know, while throwing episodes like “Felix” at us but okay) and then he followed up with this:

There was also this other comment he made a while back when someone tried to make a suggestion to him:

Except he’s missing the point completely. When he talks about constructive criticism, he acts like it doesn’t matter, especially not anymore now that they’re working on Seasons 4 and 5:

(I mean, personally, I don’t think I need “engineering knowledge” to know when a rollercoaster I’d ridden nearly tossed the cart off the tracks and had questionable design decisions, but you do you, Astruc.)

Yes, constructive criticism is mainly for seeing a product improve, but that doesn’t mean ignoring it because, “well you haven’t seen the full product.”

“Animaestro” even has a bit of commentary on it:

Ladybug: What's with that trailer too? I am not scared of cats, at all.

Animaestro: You haven't even seen the movie and you're already slamming it?

Chat Noir: He does have a point, you know.

Ladybug: I wasn't slamming it. It's called constructive criticism!

(firstly, of course Chat Noir bows to Astruc on that one because he’s Astruc’s sunshine boy, ugh)

Ignoring the fact that a movie/printed book is usually a “full product,” criticism is also to say “you did this thing wrong, don’t do this in the future.” It doesn’t have to be referring strictly to the show. It’s just, “you did this thing wrong and here’s why, try to catch yourself if you accidentally do it again in the future, whether in what you’re working on now or otherwise.”

(He’s also talked about “unsolicited critique” before and I don’t know what that means? Like, dude, this isn’t someone’s fanfiction where I’d actually agree that you can’t go after them for their work. This is professional work.)

Anyway, remember “Chameleon”? When everyone saw the trailer and absolutely flipped out over it, then there were people who were like, “Wait for the full episode!!”?

Guess what? The full episode came out and people were either just as mad or even madder than before.

Astruc wants to have his cake and eat it to. He wants to say that his episodes are “stand-alone,” and that the order isn’t that important, but when people start pointing out issues, it becomes, “No! You have to wait for the rest of the episodes to come out!” and when people do that, it’s gonna be like, “Well, we already did the whole show so it’s not like I can change anything. *shrug*”

Also, just blaming it on “the industry” when everything else has been exhausted:

(He’s literally brought up before that the New York special was meant to have subplots about other characters, so it’s not like he can never say anything when something didn’t fit the “original vision”; I’m not asking him to get on his knees and say he’s sorry - plus, I do recognize that a lot of influence comes from the industry and people like Jeremy - but I expect a little more than the “whoops” he gave when people pointed out that “Weredad” contradicted his statement on Miraculous Ladybug.)

I think the reason people see it the way they do is because of Fu’s line in “Robostus” seems to imply the exact opposite thing happening.

Master Fu: Universe must always stay in balance. For every action, there is a reaction. For every wish, a price to pay in return. Had your robotic friend asked to become a real boy, someone would have lost his humanity in return.

New Asks:

Marigami is acceptable. I’m not crazy about it but it’s likable enough.

Lukadrien though... no, absolutely not. On a conceptual level, because it’s such a slap in the face for Marinette, and on a fanon level, because most of the jokes around it is Luka going to Marinette like he’s about to ask her out and then just asks for Adrien’s details. It’s just... ugh. I hate it (throwing Marinette into the ship still doesn’t help for me though because I’m not into the love square).

Bi erasure is my least favorite thing.

And yeah, it’s like--they set the love square ship(s?) out onto the water, then the Lukanette ship later with the plan to either sink it or just kinda... return it to the harbor if they don’t make a huge fuss about it?

Meanwhile, the love square ship has been in piece this whole time, and instead of letting it sink, they put it on a raft to keep it floating.

Depends.

In LadyBugOut? It’s already written and I haven’t posted it.

For canon? Like, Marinette being super disappointed at her view of Adrien being shattered or? :P

That’s accurate. I dislike about a fourth-ish of Season 1,then about half-ish of Season 2, then like... almost all of Season 3.

So we’ll just have to see what happens in Season 4.

I like Adrimi, but I’m not crazy about it and I don’t really write for it unless Lukanette is already the main ship (making Adrimi just a background ship). Adrien tends to dismiss Kagami a lot (like in “Frozer” and then “Miracle Queen” with him not committing) and I don’t want to see Kagami hurting like that (I agree with the anon completely that Adrien is more at fault than she is). They’re both emotionally-stunted so I usually have them wait it out or something to have them get together.

My ideal endgame is Lukanette while Adrimi is more like “let’s wait, let’s work on ourselves (especially Adrien; Kagami at least has on firm crush and wants to commit to it), and we’ll see where we go down the line.”

I don’t know if they really have the guts to arrest Gabriel. I also think that Lila might pick up the butterfly at the end of Season 5 or something after she’s been “dealt with.”

Chloe also is the mayor’s daughter so even if the law was that strict on teens, nothing would happen to her unless Andre got replaced.

Big yikes.

Maybe that the thing forcing Marinette away from Adrien and causing things to go wrong is the part of the curse trying to prevent the ladybug and cat miraculous from coming together?

So, close enough to be attracted and want to work together, but forcing the ladybug away from the cat to prevent the miraculouses from being used to make a wish?

I CHOKED ON MY DRINK.

ugh

ugggggggh

I’m 100% sure that Marinette wouldn’t be as uncomfortable around Adrien if Alya hadn’t constantly intervened. She’s the enabler of both Marinette’s anxiety and her crush on Adrien.

I went back and looked at the scene and it does kinda look like it, yes, because it basically goes from the intersection Marinette is in to another intersection that looks very, extremely similar and I don’t see Marinette in that intersection.

It was just a really, really bad transition. I remember being thrown off for a second too so I don’t blame you, anon.

I think Bob Roth’s intent was to scare Marinette away from showing that proof? He probably knows very well that Marinette has all the evidence she needs to make a case and already had a story planned for the press about how “the young talents they found didn’t measure up and the people deserved better.”

He just needed enough pressure on them for them to believe that he had enough authority to silence them.

And then Silencer tried to silence him instead. :3

I don’t think Marinette’s relationship with her parents would change too much. Like, they already let her just go out whenever she wants which obviously Plagg approves off, although Marinette might become more numb to the idea of being grounded because Plagg just teaches her, “hey lol Ladybug isn’t grounded tho,” so Marinette sneaks out all the time.

Yeah, Tikki would probably justify Gabriel’s behavior, and she wouldn’t really be able to get on his case for flirting as Mister Bug because she’s not aware of it.

lol it helps no one to have Tikki I guess.

Adrien overall and then honorable mention to Alya for Winny’s comment about her being Marinette’s conscience (which is probably why they almost never nail Alya for stuff she does).

KHNJFDNGFD THE LUKANETTE QUEEN MONIKER RETURNS >///<

And ugh, the absolute level of bias in that. Even if the video was made in, like, Season 2 (don’t know, didn’t see it), Season 2 still gives examples of why Adrienette isn’t making Marinette happy at all (and has some of the love square failings too).

The name and the fact that they gave it that name tells me everything I need to know.

Goodness gracious.

Yeah, people can talk about character’s flaws. I mean, we talk a lot here about Marinette’s struggles in getting over Adrien (partly brought on by a lot of outside factors but still).

Also, sure, Luka is a “pushover” because he’s one of the few characters who understands Marinette’s tunnel vision and isn’t bothered by it, okay. :P (Interesting that the topic of Chat’s entitlement towards Ladybug but Luka respecting her choices and just enjoying being around her makes him her punching bag).

Every time I hear, “Adrien needs more spotlight!!!” I lose a part of my soul. How people can’t see that Marinette is the show’s true punching bag is beyond me.

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Pressure

Under good intentioned pestering, Lisa allows herself to be fussed over but she doesn’t hesitate to return the favor.

Lisa smiled softly as Paimon’s insistence for a celebratory dinner at Good Hunter’s echoed through the main hall, much to the chagrin of the on-duty knights. Hushed pleas for silence succeeded by Paimon’s snippy rebuttal were assuaged by a gentler, kinder voice belonging to the heroine of the hour.

There was a brief lull in silence as the pair’s resulting squabble grew fainter and hazy, leaving naught in its wake but the ticking pendulum clock and gentle humming from the pendant light’s bulbs.

Lisa lifted her arms, folding them loosely over her chest. Her awareness of the dull, annoying tingle in her fingertips persisted despite her best efforts to smother the prickling needlepoints beneath her gloves. The crystal’s crimson moire had been attractive in the beginning, but such knowledge wasn’t worth the incessant pain. Still, she did have her reservations of leaving such an artifact in the traveler’s hands, whether it proved dangerous to them or not.

Not out of a sense of distrust, Lisa reminded herself. The regret on Lumine’s face, stricken with guilt as she hurriedly pulled the crystal back to her, couldn’t escape Lisa’s notice. Such palpable remorse couldn’t be fabricated easily, and Lisa knew surely they could entrust this little cutie. All she could do was offer a bit of humor to alleviate the mood and wipe the concern from their faces but her unease held long after Lumine and Paimon departed.

While Lisa could admit it was amazing how someone so young could achieve feats grander than those twice her year, it was also quite disheartening. Stories of daring youths willfully throwing themselves to peril rarely ended happily. Through their efforts, selfless and kind, many were saved and those who regaled their deeds inspired others to follow suit. However, the romanticization of sacrifice hid its true weight, leaving those who carried the burden to suffer alone.

Or become deified as a caricature of who they truly were.

She could only hope that Lumine would be able to brave the incoming storm, literally and figuratively.

Lisa sighed and brushed her black-clad fingertips over the gold embroidery of her sleeves, picking lightly at invisible dust. The lapse in silence lingered long enough for the pendulum clock to toll. Her gaze lingered on the Acting Grandmaster perched near the window behind the polished desk, shoulders sloped toward the ground and hands loosely clasped at the wrist behind her back. Hardly the upright and focused posture one would expect from a soldier but with silvery-blue dustlight streaming through the windows, illuminating the golden accents in her hair — Jean seemed more mythological than personable.

Lisa could almost imagine this would be what the Dandelion Sea was, if they weren’t surrounded by carpets upon polished wooden floors and walls filled to their brims with texts. Separated by a plush red carpet emblazoned with the Knights of Favonius’ symbol - golden swords crossed at their blade silhouetted by wings and a shield.

Freedom at its finest. Yet, with the grilles’ silhouette criss-crossing over Jean’s face, Lisa wondered if this was freedom or a prison. She winced and shook her head, dispelling the thoughts as she caressed the railing’s smooth nobs, climbing up the steps. The book she’d abandoned for their earlier conversation left cold and wanting on the shelf near a ornate picture frame. Lisa scooped the book in her arms and held it to her chest, eyeing the photograph longingly.

A golden-haired girl winked back at her, her lips split in a grin and cheeks reddened likely from laughing if the smiling red-headed young man beside her was any indication. Their eyes twinkled with mirth as they shared a conspiratorial look just outside of one of the windmills. From the blue blur in the background, Lisa deduced Kaeya must have tripped before the photograph could be taken. Why else would Diluc allow himself to be immortalized with such obvious glee?

Simpler times, Lisa thought demurely, sparing a glance at the woman the girl had grown up to be. Strong and revered but suffering in silence. At the mercy of her thoughts as she was to the world around her, as well as the people she served. Concern coupled with pity but Lisa knew Jean needed neither. Not now when the weight of Mondstadt hung in the balance and the worse was yet to come. The people’s faith placed in a traveler from where, no one knew, and the Dandelion Knight attempting to stay strong despite the hollowing winds.

Lisa sighed. It’d be best not to let her melancholy get ahead of her. After all, such thoughts were increasingly troublesome. “Well, I believe that’s enough excitement for one librarian’s night,” she announced, descending the steps, careful not to step on the carpet’s gold trimming. “I think I’ll be taken my leave now.”

She scarcely turned to walk along the small strip between the raised floor and the carpet when Jean called out to her, “Ah, wait a moment, Lisa!”

It hadn’t occurred to Lisa how thick the air became between them with Jean’s thoughts until she spoke. Or perhaps, she hadn’t noticed how deep she was in her own. Achingly slow, she turned to face the source of the voice and internally sighed with relief as the dour expression was replaced with another. Whether this was better or not, Lisa wasn’t sure, but Jean was remarkably earnest and transparent with her concern. Guileless blue-grey eyes roved over Lisa but lingered somewhere below her chin. If not for the book she’d been cradling to her chest, Lisa might have teased about wandering eyes and temptation.

Still, she couldn’t help herself. “For you, Acting Grandmaster, I could spare a moment or two.”

Jean’s eyes widened, pink dusting her cheeks and Lisa could have sworn that the air around them had grown warmer. “Your hand…” Jean cleared her throat, simultaneously succeeding and failing to change the topic.

Lisa feigned a shocked gasp and shielded her parted lips with still-tingling fingers. She noticed how Jean’s gaze wandered to her hand and hid a smile behind her palm. “Oh, Jean as sweet as that is,” her eyelashes fluttered and she reveled in the slight confusion twisting Jean’s lips into a pinched frown. “I believe you should have a good night’s rest before you propose marriage. Who knows if you’ll regret it in the morning.”

Now, Lisa was sure the air was definitely warming between them and Jean’s pink-tinged cheeks darkening to a charming shade of scarlet was the cause. “Wait, wh— no! I was..” Jean scoffed, pitched as her rebuttals fell silent. A breath dragged in before she uttered in a firm, rushed enunciation. “When you touched the crystal, you said that it hurt.”

Lisa tucked a knuckle beneath her chin and hummed, letting her gaze fall to the potted plants by the door or the pins and notes attached to the map. “I see, you’re worried about me.”

“O-Of course I am,” Jean sputtered, her voice low and wistful as she muttered, “Why do you sound so surprised?”

Lisa could practically feel the hurt rolling off her words and batted them aside, ignoring the guilt squeezing her chest. “Not surprised at all,” she said gently, glancing around the room. “Just.. analyzing.”

Papers flecked with ink were messily across the conference table, a stack held down beneath an adorably decorate teapot and cup. Books stacked horizontally on shelves and on the floors near their lower cupboards annoyed and confused Lisa at the same time. When was the last time Jean cleaned in here?

With how often she was working and on the move, Lisa doubted there was time for neatening her things. Yet, considering how thorough Jean was with even her work station’s neatness - perhaps it was cause for concern.

Lisa could feel Jean’s gaze, cutting as the wind, attempting to slip through cracks and chinks in her armor to no avail. Eventually, Lisa relented with a sigh. “I can’t quite describe the pain, but I doubt there was a wound inflicted. Nothing to inspect, really…” She trailed off. Jean’s eyes dimmed at the dismissal and her hand, perched upon the edge of her desk, tightened ever so slightly around its trim.

After a moment, Lisa relented once more. “Though,” she began, blatanty ignoring the twitch and hopeful look Jean gave her as she strode over to one of the sofas. “I suppose it doesn’t hurt to be thorough.”

She sat down, fully aware of the steady gaze as she fiddled with her dress then situated herself against the pillows. A brow arched at the deep blue blanket tossed over the couch’s left arm. The pillows seemed squashed and a connection slowly made itself known as Jean sat down on the other end.

Barbatos guide me, has she been sleeping in her office?

Crossed between upset and exasperated, Lisa remained silent as Jean beckoned for her hand. Only stopping a second from impatiently laying it in her own when she remembered the wound was skin-deep not on the layers of her gloves. Taking a moment to inch her fingers free, she thought on Jean picking at the couch’s upholstery and fidgeting as she waited. It was increasingly difficult to be crossed with her when she was so earnestly worried.

Finally, the glove slipped free from Lisa’s hand and she bestowed it to Jean, palm ward up. The knight descended upon inspecting her with the graveness of a life-threatening wound. Agitation’s final simmering quelled as Jean’s gloves brushed from palm to fingertip, only inciting the faintest of prickling when she applied pressure. Lisa must have given away a pained response because cooling relief seeped beneath her skin and chased away the fiery prickling. Her heart fluttered as Jean delicately traced the creases on her palms. Tingling remained where her fingers laid, a hollow sensation remaining long after they fell away.

“You seem fine,” Jean sighed, seeming pleased with herself, a smile resting on her lips reminding Lisa sorely of the girl.

Lisa curled her fingers around Jean’s gloved ones, a giggle bubbling up. “Why, thank you,” she preened. “That’s quite the compliment coming from you.”

“Lisa…” Jean’s brow twitched and the pink flush returned, prominent as they were bathed in the pale moonlight.

“Although I must say,” Lisa continued as if she heard nothing, her still-gloved hand stretched out, fingers grazing the underside of Jean’s jaw. “You are seeming a little pale. Are you sleeping well?”

Muscle flexed in Jean’s jaw as her eyelids fell, golden eyelashes barely obscuring stormy depths. Lisa ignored the shiver rolling down her spine and thumbed at the clenched muscle, rubbing slow circles.

“Well enough,” Jean said. She turned her head, inadvertently bringing her cheek to rest at the crook of Lisa’s forefinger.

Lisa tapped her cheek lightly, wondering if Jean’s skin would be as soft and soothing as her winds. Faint circles wearily tightening their grasp beneath Jean’s eyes dispelling the thought. “By your standards or that of the average young woman?” Lisa inquired, nonchalant and taunting.

Jean scoffed, her grasp on Lisa’s hand tightened then loosened as if she’d been electrocuted and with how charged the air was, she might as well have been.

“Weren’t you the one who said I wasn’t average?” Jean asked, pulling her hand away and Lisa sorely missed the light touch. Her knuckles knocking against the book in her lap with a light thud.

“Yes,” Lisa began, savoring a fleeting touch along Jean’s jaw as the woman pulled back from her grasp. Fond exasperation disquieting her calm as she watched Jean rise and amble over to her desk. “Nevertheless, I don’t recall saying you were invincible either.”

Her fingers curled around her book’s spine while Jean hovered dangerously close to the armchair. “Dandelions are quite delicate, you know.”

Jean paused with one hand set on the chair’s pointed rail, a rigidity to her shoulders despite the weariness in her sigh, “I’m not a dandelion, Lisa.”

Lisa smiled sadly. She disagreed in every way. Jean was beautiful, she inspired hope and care, she was delicate although her being wouldn’t give away such a thought — and if one strong breeze came her way, she may be gone. Lisa prayed to the Anemo Gods, to Barbatos, that she would never have to see that day.

“No, you are not,” Lisa said as she stood. “Dandelion Knight.”

Jean’s shoulders tensed and Lisa knew once the words came free, there was no taking them back. Perhaps the gales were still covering Jean’s eyes and she couldn’t see the folly in her own good intention but Lisa could.

“I know the situation with Stormterror is weighing heavily on your mind…” Lisa said to her as she slipped on her glove. “But perhaps you would be better suited to tackle it and the Fatui’s ambassadors, if you had a break.”

Jean’s hold on the chair tightened and Lisa could hear the wood creaking but she stood and approached carefully. The faint trembling in Jean’s shoulders matching her own heart’s ache.

“You would also set a better example for our newly appointed Honorary Knight,” Lisa pointed out. “A girl barely grown, armed with a sword and wits, sails through blue skies on wings of freedom laden with the hopes of many…”

It was like a fairy tale. One that would end with the hopes and joys of many answered, and the hero standing on top. But between the lines, the secrets were told and Lisa was always thorough in her research.

“I wonder who that reminds me of…”

“Your point’s been made,” Jean said tersely, her trembling stilled as Lisa curled her fingers around her shoulder in a light hold. She knew if Jean wanted, she could shrug her off and dismiss her but the knight did neither. Her blue-grey eyes, dull and longing, as Lisa gleaned them over Jean’s shoulder.

All she could do was offer a smile and ease her hand down the length of billowing white sleeves, her fingers curled along ones clad in black gloves.“Then for tonight..” Lisa breathed in the words, whispering them softly to Jean’s waiting ears. “You are dismissed, Acting Grandmaster.” Bitterness tinged Lisa’s smile and she nodded, holding Jean’s hand loosely. “So shall we be off, Jean?”

She received her answer in a gentle squeeze around her fingers.

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