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˗ˏˋ ꒰ KENDALL KNIGHT ICONS ꒱ ✧༉‧₊˚

[jackiequick]

A Lost Boy With An Unfinished Story — Marvel OC

— Kendall G. Brown

Small warning: Mentions about abandonment & living alone, verbal abuse, street life, feeling alone and trying to pick themselves up

Full Name: Kendall Ryan G. Brown Rogers

Nicknames: Ken, Kenny, Kendork, Lost Boy, Hockey head, The Unfortunate, Orphan and etc.

Age: 8-20

Birthday: August 4th

Status: Single

Power: None. But he’s skilled in boxing and great with a weapon like his batons

His biological parents were kind people, a baker and a race car giver. His race car loving father died by a attention seeking accident during a race. His mother grew sick but stayed strong and loving towards him. Always telling him to be brave and kind towards others.

Later on at the age of 8 after his mother died in her sleep, he was tossed in the foster system without a single say. To him and everyone there in that area he was a simple orphan, a unfortunate soul.

Kendall felt abandoned and lost, having to fight and prove himself in that place just to be taken care of. Growing a bit cold and slowly became rougher around the edges. That hurts that most if he get a family until the parents had their own kid, so they sent him back.

And the other kids in the foster home weren’t the nicest either. Always bullying him and just treating him unfairly. However some had worst paths than he had and others were fresh out of the gate being tossed in there. Still it hurts!

———-

Kendall had his moments at Foster houses were he was treated nicely, the adults would treat him with kindness and respect. Being brought to schools, picking up on sports like playing baseball or soccer with the foster parents and get dinners. Sometimes he had to move from one state to another where he would live there for a few months to a year then sent back.

He remembers always trying to break up a fight to be heard at the age of 10. He doesn’t like bullies that much, so he always tried to break up a fight or two when possible. See if they can settle down.

—> Once he was staying a foster with two younger kids, they were watching cartoons when the father came home rather late. Everything seemed fine. Until he went to the bathroom, hearing muffled tears and shouting from the hallway. The two adults for arguing about a topic in the kitchen, clear stupidity from both parents, it was getting louder and more annoying by the minute.

Kendall remembers he ran in yelling, “Hey! She saved your hand from being cut with the knife, you should thank you..”

The foster father, Shawn, looked down at the kid, “Stay out of this, kid! It’s not your place to be here. The adults are talking.”

“But she was just doing the right thing and your y-yelling at her!”

“Go on! Get out of here!”

Marian, his wife, looked at the boy looking pissed off as well and said, “Kendall leave! He doesn’t care, rather have his finger cut off.”

“WOMEN I SWEAR TO GOD!”

“Well it’s true! You do this every single time, your pissed off about the simple thing.”

“I was fine! I knew what i was doing.”

“Yeah right! Kendall you shouldn’t have gotten into this mess..dumb kid.”

Kendall frowned, “I was just trying to stop the fight…”

The boy walked away, making sure to check on Wendy and Max beforehand, then went to take a shower. To say, he got a mouthful in the morning was a understatement, he was told to his face by Shawn that if he try that shit again he’s sleeping somewhere else. Even saying that the only reason this he was there was cause he was the only kid in the orphanage that looked good to take home, since he seemed nice. But Shawn said, “I guess i was wrong..”

He was dropped back into the system once again, in and out of households. Nothing actual stable for him. Other kids would keep up the bullying and Kendall kept up the act of staying strong. Wanting to live by his mother’s words, always be brave and try to have a kid heart.

It kept him going, keeping his head up. Hoping that he would end up somewhere better. He’s been hit, punched in the face, tossed to the side like crap, annoyed to the brim until he wanted to cry but didn’t. It was a sign of weakness from what he heard.

He has seen kids taken home and lived happily ever after. But not him. And of course you know, everyone wants a kid nice to take home until they reach the certain age of 14 or higher.

So in result Kendall grew up on the run during his teen years, bouncing in and out of foster homes and trying to live a normal lifetime if possible. He went to schools, joined sports center to play hockey and basketball, sneak into gyms for boxing to help with his growing anger and etc.

———

—-> He remembers when he just on the edge of 15, sneaking away from the housing unit he played in to go to the store. Hoping to grab some snacks, thankfully he had some money to get Pop Tarts, water bottles and a bag of chips.

While he was in the Pop Tarts aisle, he spotted a boy with raven hair, his eyes were brown as dark chocolate and wearing some baggy hoodie underneath a jean jacket. They locked eyes, as he stayed with a gentle smirk as he walked away.

Kendall rolled his eyes, grabbing the box of Pop Tarts realizing they raised the prices from the last store he’s been to. But he wanted the sweet treat, so he stuffed it into his jacket walking away until a security guard stopped him.

But before he can say anything, the kids from eariler showed up with a cart smiling, “Hey dude! I’ve been looking all over for you.” The raven hair kid gave him a signal to just go with it.

Kendall handed him with the box smiling, “Sorry i got lost looking at the cereals.”

The security guard questioned, “You two boys are on your own?”

The raven hair one spoke, “My dad’s waiting outside, told us to grab a few things while on a phone call.”

“Okay. Pay for those.”

The guard walked away. Kendall thanked him as the boy rolled his eyes chuckling, “The whole stuff thing never works.”

“I don’t tend to steal.” He replied whispering with a shrug.

The two talked a bit, keeping up the cover until they walked outside. Kendall brought most of the stuff he wanted, expected for the Pop Tarts, trading it for a bag of gummy worms instead. Less pricey in his opinion. The raven hair kid looked over his shoulder and told him to run across the street hiding from the cars.

Once they found themselves in a alley, they panted and huffed loudly knowing they were in the clear.

The blonde let out a light chuckled, “I’m Ken, by the way.”

“Ken? Like the toy?” He joked chuckling.

“Yeah, sure, let’s go with that.”

“I’m Maxwell or Diego depending on who you ask. Thanks for the help.”

“No problem.”

Both boys walked until they found a empty place underneath a bridge. Sitting down Kendall handed him the extra bag of chips he brought earlier and asked, “How long?”

“How long, what?” Diego asked opening the bag of Doritos.

“How long have you at this?”

“A year i guess? You?”

“Less than five.”

“Less than five?! And how did you-? You acted like a rookie back there?”

“Like I said I try not to steal and always have money in my pocket i got from foster parents.”

“Huh? Resourceful. I respect it. You’re not a half bad for a rookie.”

“Thanks? Just trying to make small talk, i get it.”

“Just take a stupid compliment!”

“Uh..um, not my style, sorry.”

“It’s cool.”

The two boys kept meeting up on and off again for a few short weeks, sneaking out to have a quick bite or something. It’s going good, it felt nice having a friend that wasn’t just a teammate during class.

Both kids even had a small hang out space they would go to. It was small old fashioned spring break house, that wasn’t being used since it was Summertime. Kendall felt that he could be a bit open with him, and just hang out with the kid. It was nice until one late night, they were caught red handed.

The two were hanging out together at the house when a car showed up, with the man breaking into the house holding a flashlight. He looked pissed, Kendall didn’t reconcile him at all as he went running around searching a place out.

He found a window that was open, ready to pull Diego out with him until he heard a voice. The man spoken with such a worried and painfully pissed off tone, it made Kendall shiver at the sight.

“Maxwell Diego? God! Son, come on let’s go!” Said the man, holding up the flashlight.

Diego looked between the man and the blonde who looked shocked, letting go of his arms.

“Diego who is he?” Kendall asked, pointing at the man already getting his jacket, knowing the answer to the question. He has a family.

The man spoke up, “I’m his father! Who the hell are you kid?”

“He’s my friend, dad!” Diego yelled out, facing both of them, “I’m sorry dude..”

“No! Don’t worry, we weren’t friends..you have a family? You lied to my face.” Kendall yelled back, feeling betrayed.

“I didn’t mean to! I wanted to stay with you and we are friends, Ken. I don’t want to go home—Dad can he come with us?”

His father looked at the blonde in annoyance and dishonesty, a hint of discomfort on his face. The man simply said, “No. I don’t want a street rat hanging out with my son. He’s probably a criminal.”

“He’s not dad!” Diego tried to protest, but his father wasn’t having it dragged both kids out of the house and calling the cops

Kendall left with betrayal in his heart, stuffed into a cop car and bought back into the system.

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Over the years, Kendall felt himself growing a bit colder and finding it hard to imagine a good life for himself with a family. Actual friends, because after Diego he kept trying to friends but they never stayed. Drifting away like a leaf in the fall.

At 16, he found himself in a home. A decently nice family that took him with their 3 kids, with him being one of the oldest of the bunch. It was a good situation to say the least, having extra time for school and practice during sports he liked.

He met a girl or two. A good one thing, she became his girlfriend for a while, Lily Diaz.

But Lily’s parents disapprove of the boy after finding out about him, calling him a street rat and orphan. A Lost Boy With An Unfinished Story.

In their eyes, their daughter was dating a unwanted criminal, going as far as to tell it to Kendall’s foster parents when they met.

Lily’s father outright said, “No disrespect but, you brought a criminal into your home. Endangered your children, my daughter shouldn’t be such a boy like him.”

“Our children?” Said his foster mother, Rachel with a questioning tone looking at her child for a moment.

“Yeah. He’s a unwanted child, who know what he has done beforehand! Probably stole from stores, gets into fights behind your back and sells your children stuff online.”

“Sir! I invited you into our home with a kindness and respect. And you have the audacity to speak that way about our children?”

“He’s not your child! He was someone else’s before he was brought into your home. I’m sorry but your son won’t be dating my daughter anymore.”

And they were gone. Not without Lily giving Kendall a small kiss on the cheek, apologizing to the foster parents for her father’s behavior.

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It wasn’t supposed to be like that. He was hoping that night would go well but it didn’t. Kendall blamed himself, he always did no matter what happened. Rachel and her husband, David, tried to reassure him that he’s a good kid.

But Kendall couldn’t ever let that guilt trip go, knowing he would be let go at some point.

Lily’s father wasn’t ALL wrong, he did get into fights school every once in a while behind his parents backs. It was mainly fights in the hallways, in parks and the occasional defending a young kid in class from being picked on.

Sometimes dressing up in all black like a noir character in a film.

Challenging up the bullies in the park and returning what doesn’t belong to them or taking it for himself, ending up with a bruise or black eye forming sooner than later.

His foster father jokingly coined, “You sound like a mini young Avenger, kid. Always trying to do the right thing.”

He half smiled sheepishly, he knew of The Avengers from hearing about everything they did during 2012. He heard teens his age, talking about Hulk, Iron Man, Captain America and the rest of them. Some even mentioning SHIELD agents being always on the lookout for people of different kinds of paths.

Kendall didn’t think he deserves to be careful with his actions, the guilt eating him slowly and the boring things he was left to do. He knew the time would come for him to be thrown back into a household or whatever, so he decided to leave. He wasn’t ready for that heartache again, not just yet.

—-

At almost 17, he was still forced to stayed within the first system. He didn’t care about it this time, just staying there just for he didn’t have to get in trouble with the police.

Be kind. Be brave. Those words stayed consistently on his mind, keeping up the act of a kid, honest kid with a shining grin and good moral. Because he believes he is one, but that guilt and temper always making him feel wrong about it.

He would help out the others kids and teens at the house at some point. Being honest with them, reading stories, renting out films for them if possible and stay up late to make sure they slept fine. Some called him Chat Noir, Captain, Peter Pan since he was the a big kid at times and so much more nicknames.

He watched a lot of those kids be giving a lovely home and smiled at them, hoping it goes well. But other times there were kids who didn’t end up that way. Like this one teenager Katherine who he found crying one night in bed stressed and tired, as he hugged her.

She was telling him how she believed that she will never be loved, be able to make mistakes like other girls her age and basically have her own life. Kendall has known Katherine since she was 16 and she’s will be 18 in two years. Just a little older than him. He tried cheering her up.

“It's not exactly what you might think it is..” She replied, chuckling softly once her tears stopped.

He sighed, “It never is. People are going to tell you who you are your whole life. You just gotta punch back and say, "No, this is who I am." You want people to look at you differently? Make them. You want to change things you are going to have to go out there and change them yourself because there are no Fairy Godmothers in this world…”

“Ouch..Ken, those are kinda harsh words..”

“I know. And it’s different between us, because your girl and I’m a boy. But i feel like it’s true..but you will always be loved, Kat.”

“By who..?”

“Me. Your my friend and i love you for too much to see you cry.”

She hugged him tightly mumbling a few words as he hugged her back, staying in that bedroom all night with her. Making a promise to himself to keep in contact with her even if they’re miles away, a weekly text messages or even a month email.

——

Eventually she moved on, leaving for some kind of community college life. It made him smile, seeing her happy from all the pictures and messages she sent him. Meanwhile he was 17 years old, finally decided he was going towards a job and lifestyle outside of the four walls of that building. Taking a small job working after hours at the school and picking up teammates equipment at the skating rink. He found it good.

One afternoon he heading to a black and white dressed party at school, he wearing all black suit with a matching mask as he found a few Juniors running around the corner chasing, a kid down the block as he stumbled back onto the street, being trampled.

“HEY!” He yelled groaning loudly and then muttered, “It not my business…it’s not my business..”

Kendall kept on with his night at the party, enjoying himself the best he could, until the same Juniors from outside rushing yards from the gymnasium to the back of the school, near a few buildings. Seeing a Sophomore racing outwards just as fast, looking like he also in the wrong holding a backpack.

He let it out, knowing it wasn’t his business and deciding to not leave the date who he dancing with, knowing it will end up being right either way. He hoped.

However, inside that Sophomore’s back was stole SHIELD scrap metal he was repurposing it into items such as phone cases or wrist watches and selling them behind school grounds. Before they knew the dance was shut down, as students ran. School staff, officers and plenty of others to hold everyone off to be questioned.

He groaned, not wanting to be apart of this even though he saw what might’ve happened. But he really didn’t want to be interrogated or anything for that matter, so he kept quiet hoping he would go unnoticed. 

But little did he know that same night, after returning back to the car he borrowed to possibly head ‘home’, he would be found by caught holding up water bottle in hand dropping it at the sight of car lights hovering behind him…

“Officer, i was just heading out…” He mumbled to himself, fumbling for his car keys he from the removed the door.

“You know when we meant to question the students, we meant everyone, kid..” Said the voice of a man, that made his body shiver.

It didn’t sound like a cop. Kendall looked over his shoulder to see the chest plate.

It was SHIELD…

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Clothes reference >>

[miafic]

now im thinking about how if we use keith’s idea, they’d have access to privacy and hot water, and zakk could give sweaty, sore, exhausted lucas a hot bath. which is everything i’ve ever wanted. 

and, and, and!

if zakk worked in the stable like keith mentioned, that means zakk is caring for lucas’ horse because what tough, sword-slinging guy in medieval times DOESNT have a horse?? and then the horse is their excuse to talk to each other and spend little snatches of time together. like one of them will make up a horse question for the other one.

and maybe lucas gets back from training or a meeting and sees zakk talking all sweet to his horse and petting his nose and stuff and lucas is like ohhhhh he’s cute AND nice. and when people say to lucas, “you talk to him a lot,” lucas can be like, “i’m telling him how to take care of my horse,” or “i asked him why horses do xyz,” or “we were talking about how to change horse shoes,” but actually lucas is just staring at him like 😳 while zakk is all 😇 and then they go their separate ways and theyre both like 🥰

this is fantastic keith thank you

@kendorks

[seraphean]

🍓 bc ur art is delicious and i think u r funny

awwww keith 🥺🥺 we r friends !!!!

[francleo]

hey bb the reason your acct was flagged is bc u have a link in your bio. i can show you how to convert it to text instead of a straight up link. lots of love 💗

alright, it's not that big of a deal, im just gonna take it out bc it's not important and i can just type it out instead lol

love u too!

[kyleknight]

happy birthday!!

:o !! how did u know

[between-two-fandoms]

Cause This Is Our Someday

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Fandom: Big Time Rush

Rated: T

Word Count: 1,622

Pairing: Kendall KnightxLogan Mitchell

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Kendall enlists Katie and James's help getting him ready for a date with Logan. Self discoveries, pining and meddling little sisters prove to complicate things for Kendall, though this is what should have been a simple first date with his boyfriend.

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Kendall loved his family, they were easily the most important thing in his life outside of hockey…. Hockey and maybe now the band. Especially Katie, his adorable albeit sometimes scary little sister. She gave up so much just so he and his boys could become a band. Sometimes… sometimes he’d forget, though she was only twelve she still had friends back in Minnesota. She had her people, however little they were.

Katie was one of the strongest twelve year olds he knew, she was his rock. She was his sounding board on a lot of things like, for example, getting ready for a date with Logan. “Too much?” Kendall asked, a hint of flush on his face as he walked out of the bathroom in a loud Hawaian polo shirt. Katie stared at him blankly from her spot perched on the top of the kitchen table.

“Way too much big brother,” Katie said between stifled laughs. A flash went off and before Kendall could make a grab for it she already had her phone tucked back into her bag. “You need to be… not so ugly,” she admitted. Kendall let out a noise of protest.

“I am not ugly,” he squeaked. Katie rolled her eyes and hopped off the table. She walked over to him and made him spin around so she could see all angles. “I’m the front man for a boy band that hit the top charts on our first tour.” Kendall said, only to get a snort in response. Katie grab his arm to get him to stop spinning.

She stared up at him and he couldn’t exactly place the expression. Katie learned how to master expressions as a young child - she was still young - but the control she had and how grown up she already was sometimes made Kendall’s heart hurt. “Your fans didn’t know you when you decided wearing a purple sequined dress shirt to homecoming was a good idea. If it wasn’t for Kelly and your stylist I’d bet Big Time Rush’s signature outfit would’ve been those stinky old jersey’s,” Katie scrunched up her nose and Kendall put his hands on his hips.

“Are you going to help me or just sit there and insult me Miss. Fashion Police?” Kendall asked, staring at her. Kate giggled and then put two fingers into her mouth and whistled. Confusion crossed his face then realization sparked in Kendall’s eyes when James rounded the corner holding jeans and a muscle t-shirt with some band logo. “Oh no, nuh uh definitely not,” Kendall vetoed, backing up from the offensive outfit.

James just stared at Kendall pointedly. “Dude, you’re easily the guy with the most muscle. Logan likes staring at them,” he added, a smirk on his face. Kendall glared at James and Katie in betrayal.

“How do you know he likes staring at my arms?” Kendall asked, crossing them against his chest defensively. Katie cackled, the laughter loud and whole. He was glad the two of them were having fun laughing at his expense. All he wanted was fashion advice, next time maybe he’d go to the Jennifers instead.

Katie shook her head, rolling her eyes. “You’re in the front so you can’t tell, but why do you think Logan’s been tripping over his feet during practice recently?” She asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes Kendall couldn’t quite bring himself to trust. Katie liked getting her sticky fingers involved into his love life, she had a history of sabotaging his dates if she didn’t like the girl. Granted, in the long run she’d always be right but that's besides the point.

“Kendoll, come on!” James insisted, his eyes sparkling as he took a step closer. Kendall dropped one of his arms, keeping the other securely wrapped around his chest. “You’d look so smoking in this fit, these are from that awesome jean store in the mall - Denim On Denim?” He asked. James smirked a little bit, the corner of his lips curling up into a smile. “Plus like… if Logan doesn’t like the shirt on you I’m sure he’d like the shirt even more when it’s off you.” Kendall’s face flushed bright red and he snapped his hand out and snatched the shirt from James.

“Okay okay enough. You guys are the absolute worse,” Kendall complained, though there was no earnesty to it. James and Katie snickered behind him as he ducked back into the bathroom to change the date outfit. “Logan and I are going to keep things PG13 tonight,” he said through the bathroom door emphasizing the term. He was acesexual, not that the other two knew that yet but… god Logan was so understanding when he came out. Kendall tried to explain how he felt about the whole Sex thing, that he could take it or leave it, that it wasn’t the most important thing in the world to him and Logan just held him through it, hugging him.

Once he won the short lived battle with the muscle shirt and pulled it over his head Kendall took a few seconds to appreciate the look in the mirror himself - he hated to admit it but they were right. He did look ridiculously good in a muscle shirt. Kendall brushed his fingers through his air in a halfhearted attempt to get it to stay down. He wasn’t worried too much about his hair, it would give Logan an excuse to play with it.

James cat called him when Kendall finally left the bathroom in the chosen outfit for date night. “You’re looking fly as hell Knight,” James said, a hint of jealousy in his voice. “Logan’s gonna love it,” for some reason Kendall detected some sort of… wistfulness… in James’ voice when he spoke. Almost something with a bittersweet taste to it. Before Kendall could ask what was wrong James whisked him into the family room for pre-date pictures. Carlos was waiting for them with a camera on a tripod all set up and Kendall’s ears flushed pink.

“Awe, he’s embarrassed,” Katie teased lightheartedly. Kendall stuck his tongue out at her, she stuck her tongue out back. “Kendork, you’re going to kill it,” she promised. Anxiety bubbled up underneath Kendall’s skin as his brain worked through all the way things could go wrong during his date with Logan. “James he’s doing the Thing again,” Katie complained, walking over to dig into the pantry for a bag of popcorn.

“Yeah I can see that,” James said unhelpfully. Kendall had begun pacing, nervously walking back and forth as he ran a hole into the carpet in the living room. “Hey Kendall, buddy you need to look at me,” James reached out hesitantly, but Kendall didn’t flinch away from his hand. James put his hand on Kendall’s shoulder and squeezed it. Kendall stopped pacing, his eyes were still a little unfocused but his breathing got slower. “Logan is so gone for you there’s literally zero competition,” James continued, keeping his hand on Kendall’s shoulder, a grounding force. “It’s painfully obvious you guys feel for each other,” he said… there was that hint of bittersweet again. Kendall let out a quiet whine and reached out for James, pulling him in for a hug.

“Simp,” Katie coughed into her popcorn. James glared at her to get her to shut up then turned his attention back to Kendall. Kendall was already feeling a lot better than he did before. He always felt safe around James. They always knew what they felt to each other, they always… they could always go to each other for help… for anything.

“Kendall?” Some asked quietly from behind them. It took Kendall a few seconds to place the voice then the name slid into place and he took a deep breath. Logan, his mind supplied. He hugged James for a few more seconds, holding him close to his heart, then Kendall pulled away. For a brief millisecond an expression of hurt flickered across James’s face but then his smile was back. It was so quick Kendall swore he imagined it happening. “Wow, you look… you look really good,” Logan said, his voice soft and warm. Kendall smiled bashfully at Logan, stepping into his outstretched arms. Kendall accepted the hug, letting Logan pull him in as he pressed his face into Logan’s shoulder.

“See?” Katie asked teasingly, chucking a handful of popcorn at Kendall. “I told you he’d like it! But oh no you didn’t believe me,” she singsonged, skipping around the room. Logan chuckled at the interaction and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Kendall’s head. Kendall pulled out of Logan’s chest looking a bit more flushed than normal, a boyish smile on his face. He reached down to interlock their fingers together. They let Carlos snap a few pictures of them before Logan insisted they’d miss it, whatever it was Logan was taking Kendall too. James had disappeared somewhere in the madness - Kendall made a mental note to check on him later. Surely it was nothing one of his infamous pep talks couldn’t fix.

“Ready?” Kendall asked, a nervous tremor to his voice. Logan smiled at Kendall and squeezed his hand.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Logan promised. He tugged Kendall a bit closer to steal a chaste kiss on the lips. “You really do look amazing Kendall,” he whispered, nuzzling into the nape of Kendall’s neck. Katie let out a noise of disgust then left the room, complaining about PDA in common areas or something. “Come on, I promise you’re going to love this,” Logan said, his eyes lighting up as he spoke. Kendall nodded and kissed Logan’s shoulder as he let Logan tug him out of the apartment and to wherever life was taking them next.

[raging-violets]

Person A placing their hand on Person B’s forehead to check if they have a fever + your choice!!!

Have to do Kiley for this one! Sorry no gif attachment this time! Tagging those that like BTR/Kiley: @perhapspearl @ceruleanmusings @witchofinterest @mystic-scripture @foxesandmagic @perfectlystiles @mystic-scripture @deputyvilmoskovacs @ochub @anotherunreadblog @ocappreciationtag

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Riley briefly wondered what would happen if she murdered Kendall. The Rushers would probably come for her faster than they had with 1Ds fans during their ‘British Invasion’. But there was nothing she hated worse than the way he was looking at her as she lay curled up on the couch, bundled up in so many blankets she could barely move apart from the shivers that wracked her body.

Nevertheless, he leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a smug smile on his face. His eyebrows ticked upwards as he asked, “Are you done?”

“Done with what?” She practically barked in response, sinking further into the couch.

“Done feeling sorry for yourself.” Kendall laughed, walking toward her. He dropped onto the couch next to her, laughing when she hugged the blankets tighter, hoping not to lose her cocoon. She watched him warily. “Why is it every time you get sick, you act like the world is ending?”

“Why is it every time you get sick, you act as if you’re bloody dying?” Riley shot back, poking him on the arm, hoping it would get him to lean away from her. But she was so weak, so tired, that she could barely even move him.  

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t act like I’m dying.”

“You make your mom bundle you up in so many blankets that you can’t move. You let her baby you.”

“And what do you think I’m doing with you?”

“I’m not a baby, Hockey-Head!”

An eyebrow tipped up once more. “You sure about that?”

“Shut up.” But there was no energy behind her worse. Every movement, even breathing, made a wave of warm air wash over her before being followed by a freezing wave. She could handle being sick. Having a fever on top of it was miserable.

"So are you done with the pity party? He tugged on her blankets, laughing when she scowled and pulled them back, sinking further inside. The petulant pout on her face, with only her face sticking out of the blankets, would’ve been cute if he wasn’t sure she would actually kill him when all was asid and done.

Riley’s lips pursed mockingly. Then, with a flop, she dropped down onto the couch with a resounding and equally petulant, “Nope!”

Again, Kendall laughed. He reached over and placed a hand on her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin before trailing his hand down to cup her cheek. Riley turned her cheek into his palm, nuzzling it softly. She wanted him away from her as much as she wanted him close to her, but if he said anything else stupid, she was going to punch him for sure. It was better in the silence.

Suddenly, his hand was gone from its perch, making disappointment come over Riley. His hand was cold, it made her feel better. Why did he take his hand away? Suddenly, she felt him leaning over her, pressing his weight down into her back.

“You’re so mature, Kendork,” she murmured, her face pushing further into her blankets.

“I try,” Kendall replied, unperturbed by her teasing—knowing she was feeling a little better if she was able to call him by one of his many nicknames. He leaned against her, pressing his mouth close to her ear. “You feeling better now?”

“No…” Riley started to kick her legs. “I’ve got a jerk on my back!” She twisted her head to face him and glared. Kendall placed his hands onto the cushions around her, holding himself up, and grinned down at her.

Riley suddenly sighed, feeling nothing short of admiration for her boyfriend. She equally loved and hated how much he was able to have so much of an effect on her. How he managed to look at her with nothing but pure love adoration that it could become overwhelming and scary. But the best feeling all at the same time.

Then she noticed his gaze dip lower, looking at her lips, and in a swift motion, she rolled onto her back and pressed her hands against his chest, keeping him away. All at at once, Kendall’s smile disappeared into a mirror of the petulant pout Riley had been wearing before.

"You'll get sick, boofhead,” she warned him.

He tried once more. Riley, again, blocked him, using their momentum to roll them over. A little too far. They fell to the floor, making Kendall laugh-groan when his side hit the ground, and his girlfriend fell on top of him.

Riley reached over and cupped her hands around his face, smoothing her thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. She smiled softly, leaning forward to rest her forehead against his. He smiled, closing his eyes for a moment, then opened them once more, blinking up at her.

“Wow,” he murmured, feeling her burning skin against his. “You really are sick.”

“No shit.” She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

[agustsdee]

Wait what were your old urls?

kendork-schmidt >> michaelcliffhord >> robertalfredblake :)

[heffrondriving]

❝ Hey y’all — first of all, the show was amazing, but back in my room and I’m eating rice now without a fork, so . . . ❞

[orderuponthe99prettygrimmdiaries]

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Dork 💕 

[miafic]

keith for the playlist thing 😖

keys - with confidence

elevate - the one from spiderverse. im not writing all that lol

i’m not okay (i promise) - my chemical romance

tiger striped sky - roo panes

hesitate - jonas brothers

send me your name for a playlist made of my mia songs!

[seraphean]

how r u ford!!

honeslty.. not great at all

[kyleknight]

owo

project: fencing club joesten au for: @kendorks (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FRIEND) content: eventual joe jonas/awsten knight, supernatural elements, high school an: look at this Im posting stuff here again :0 fair warning this story is in no way gonna be like. organized. just writing what Im feelin

Joe hasn’t forgotten about the Fencing Club Incident. It’s kind of impossible to forget, seeing as how that’s the entire source of all of his stress at the moment. Well, that and the incessant waves of pain and deadness in his right arm. But anyway, it’s a major source of concern. He’s been back to school since the incident of course. He kept quiet, tried to keep an eye on Nick, and carefully weaseled his way out of any conversation longer than a “hey you’re the new kid right” “yeah”.

The new house has been his safe place. It’s a haven. It’s smells weird, the air conditioning still isn’t working, and there has been almost no effort to unpack all the boxes, but Joe loves it because there’s no fucking wolves lurking around the corner. They might be lurking around outside (they’re definitely lurking, if Awsten’s threat was to be believed), but the house itself is just them.

So he nearly jumps out of his skin when, as Nick is loading the washing machine up, he pulls out the folded up flyer for the fencing club.

“You still need this?” Nick says. 

Joe jumps up and grabs at it— with the wrong hand, so he ends up dropping it with his pathetically weak grip. “No, I don’t,” he says. “Here, lemme throw that away.”

Nick picks up the flyer and hands it back. “You sure? I thought you were excited about trying. You know, for physical therapy.”

Joe crumples up the paper. “I’m just going to do those stretches the doctor recommended. I don’t need to do a sport.”

Nick has a considering look on his face, so Joe turns away to find the nearest trash can. The only one they’ve set up so far is in the kitchen, unfortunately. “You know,” Nick says, his voice going quiet. “I don’t think Kevin would blame you if, you know, you just wanted to stop. I’ll stop too. I’ve been thinking about it. I don’t want any of us to get hurt like—”

Joe feels nauseous. “I’m not going to stop,” he says. “No. I’m… I don’t want to stop. We do good things. Even the… the piece of shit that fucked my hand up. If we didn’t do that, it would have hurt even more people. No, we just need— I just need to get better. I’ll teach myself how to shoot with my other hand.”

He’s been saying that for five months now and it still feels like he’s just making excuses. Sure, he can sort of aim with his left hand, but his right is useless for reloading and holding things and doing literally anything. Sometimes he has to drop whatever he’s holding in his left just to squeeze at the right when the pain flares up. 

It’s beyond frustrating. 

Joe drops the paper in the trash and thinks about Awsten Knight’s threatening smirk. This is a wolf town, he’d said. 

He thinks about the collection of monster hunting weapons in his room, the ones he cleans and maintains religiously because he can’t do anything else.

Joe picks the crumpled piece of paper back up and smooths it out. Practice is for one hour after school every day, it says. Newcomers are always welcome. Yeah fucking right. 

In the laundry room, the washing machine starts, so Joe drops the paper again and walks away. He returns to his room, shuts the door, and looks at the carefully organized display of weapons. There’s also a battered but well loved carrying case to the side, and Joe unzips it to take out his sabre. It’s sharpened. He fought a sewer wyrm with this, two months before everything went to hell. It feels weird holding the sabre with his left hand, but he knows, with time, he can build up the comfort and strength.

He narrows his eyes and packs the sabre away. Fuck Awsten Knight. He’s going to join that shitty fencing club of his anyway. The dumb wolf can be a dick all he wants, but Joe isn’t going to let anything stop him from doing what he wants to do. 

Joe gets up, heads back to the “living room” (which is mostly just a Goodwill couch and about fifty packed or partially opened cardboard boxes), and starts tearing into the one labeled ‘Joe’s fencing junk’, complete with a crude drawing of a cartoon eggplant holding a cutlass.

[btrandkittens]

Kendall Schmidt

"You ever just wana do things like this?" And no I wasn't driving. #kendallschmidt#HeffronDrive