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littlemissclandestine · 6 months

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Please please please, I wanna know how adler and makarov will comfort us, like hcs, I mean, please? I want sweet thing because am very sad

Howdy Anon! 🤠

Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry to hear you're not feeling great and hope you feel better soon. Wasn't sure whether you wanted platonic or romantic or whatnot so I just thought of a mix (kinda) i guess. Sending hugs and hope you enjoy! <33

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---------------Russell Adler Comfort Hcs-----------------

So as you know, Adler isn't the type of guy to get all emotional (Feelings? What are feelings?) but there's no doubt he'd try to be there for you as best he can

He sometimes does stay silent. Mostly because he's just trying to figure out what to say and how to say it but it doesn't take too long for him to come up with something

He's a great listener for sure. You can rant to him about anything and he'll make you feel heard. Hell, he could probably even relate to it.

Phone calls to check up on you are a given -> "Right. I'm coming over. Promise me you won't do anything stupid in the meantime? Be there within the hour, okay?"

You might find yourself crying on the couch and he'd sit beside you. He'd probably place a hand on your thigh and give it a light squeeze as he asks you what's wrong

If you refuse to answer, he'll play some slow songs and pull you up and off the couch and into his arms to slow dance because he knows it'll earn a smile from you. He'll brush a stray piece of hair out the way and look into your eyes, telling you he loves you.

If you're really having a meltdown and you're in a right state, he'll pull you into his body, resting his chin on top of your head as he whispers words of encouragement to you, not caring that his favourite shirt is drenched. -> "That's it, just let it out. You're gonna be okay. I'm here, alright? Shhh. I'm not going anywhere."

If you're in public having a panic attack, he'd notice the signs. The way your watery eyes dart all over the place being hypervigilant of your surroundings, the way you cling to him a little more than usual, how you aren't responding to him, how your breathing is quick and you feel all clammy. It's his job to know.

He'd take you to the side and shield you as he talks you down. Maybe even take your hand and lead you to the public toilets, making sure it's clear to freshen up and have some space and privacy. -> "You ever heard of box breathing, kid?"

He'll take you back to his car for a long drive and offer you tissues and strike up a conversation, your favourite songs playing in the background while you steady your breathing

He'd hold your hands in his to ground you if need be and rub your arms and thighs as you sob violently, staying quiet, looking away and closing his eyes briefly as he hears you. He can't bare to see you like that.

Russell would also cup your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs as he asks you to look at him and he calms you down with that low, husky voice of his. -> "You'll get through this, okay? Just like you always do. Only this time, you've got me. So let me take care of you."

He's one to always come up with solutions to your problems, no matter what it is

But he's also brutal. No sugarcoating.

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-------------Vladimir Makarov Comfort Hcs-------------

I feel like, whereas Adler has more of a way with words and is someone who also gives you comfort through touch, Makarov mostly uses a more materialistic approach but that's not to say he doesn't use touch.

He'd ask if you wanted to go out shopping (retail therapy) where he'd spoil you crazy, letting you buy whatever you want. A dress? Sure. A watch? Of course. A diamond necklace? You got it.

Mak would take you on a helicopter ride for sure during the day or even night, letting you take in the sights.

Makarov may offer to take you out for dinner to your favourite place, getting his goons to make the reservation (or threaten someone to give up their reservation and hold the poor receptionist at gunpoint so you can get a table right there and then).

But don't get me wrong...he'd defo watch your comfort movie with you again, no matter how many times you've watched it. You both just cuddling on the couch with a blanket as he plants kisses on your temple.

He'd crouch down in front of you, rubbing your knees as he asks you what's troubling you. -> "What's got you crying my beloved? What do you need from me?"

He's defo a hand holder so he'll rub your hands and draw circles on your palms and intertwine his fingers with yours. -> "It's okay, my love. Breathe. Just breathe."

This guy loves giving forehead kisses and you can't tell me otherwise. His kisses linger and he rests his forehead against yours for sure as he talks you down.

As you two sleep, he'd be the big spoon, wrapping his arms around your body, keeping you close while he whispers words of praise and how you don't have to worry as he'll always take care of you.

If it's someone who's causing you problems, Makarov goes pew pew and calls it a day.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *

Note: I was a bit biased when it came to Adler. Whoops. Hope that's okay for now. I might edit this post and add some more when I can. Defo doing a part 2 to Adler's comfort hcs. This was a nice little exercise though. Always a pleasure to write for COD men ;) - Star ☆

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 8 months

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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Three

Summary: You feel guilty about having a night out and hope to cover up your tracks as best you can Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22) Word Count: 2.1k~ Warnings: Yändere, smut, explicit language pretty much it lol a/n: I hope you guys like it! I'm literally horrible at writing smut but I wanted to show another side to how things can be with him sometimes (I'm saying him because I'm not gonna spoil it when you can just read it lol) regardless hope this doesn't disappoint 🫢 Requested by @kkusadmirer 💜

"Girl who was that?" Rae asks, when she walk over to my side of the bar after Jungkook left.

"His name is Jungkook and honestly I don't really know much about him. He caught me off guard and was asking me a bunch of questions that I didn't really think to ask him any" I say, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "You think he's cute don't you?" she asks taking note of my shyer demeanor while thinking about him.

"He is attractive and dreamy but I'm married" I say flashing the ring at her in a similar fashion as I had done with Jungkook. "Dreamy? Really?" she teases, snorting at my description. "I'm sorry okay he's the first nice guy I've actually talked to in a while since my husband and I got married" I say, resting my elbows on the bar and throwing my face in my hands.

"From what I heard, doesn't really sound like he's all that good of a husband" she says, not bothering to spare my feelings. "He's not that bad" I mumble, scarcely believing my words with every effort I put in to defend him.

"If you've gotta say it like that after only two people have said otherwise I don't really think you've got much going for you" she says setting a glass of water in front of me, already seeing signs of a need to stop drinking for the night.

"I mean, he's all I've ever known. He was my first serious boyfriend, my first everything if I'm being honest. We met in college and really hit it off and everything just felt right. After we graduated he asked me to marry him and it felt like a fairy tale ending you know?" I say, swirling around the ice in my cup in an effort to avoid her gaze.

"Sounds like it didn't turn out the way you thought it was going to though" she says, clearly feeling sorry for me.

"Things between us are fine" I say sitting back up and clearing my throat before taking a drink of water to hopefully help me swallow down this lump in my throat. Getting a reality check from two perfect strangers with them only knowing the tip of the iceberg of my marriage has been hard to accept to say the least.

"What's his name anyways? I might've seen him before if he likes to go out sometimes" she asks, coming back over with a pitcher to fill up my water, encouraging me to drink more.

"Taehyung, well Tae for short" I say, hoping and praying that the name won't ring a bell. "Got a picture of him?" she asks, leaning in closer when I pull out my phone. "Shit" she says under her breath as soon as she sees him.

"What?" I ask pulling it back as though her words had stung me. "He's come here a few times with some friends of his. They're one of the rowdier groups that comes by so we've had to kick them out on occasion" she says clearing her throat at the end, almost as if she's trying to hold something back.

"If you know anything else about him please tell me" I implore, refusing to be in the dark about this if she knows. "He's gone 'home' with a few girls here" she says putting home in quotes since he's obviously never brought them back to our place. "Do you know how many?" I ask, knowing that I really don't want to know the answer.

"I've lost track..." she answers, hating that she had to be the one to reveal this to me. "Did you know?" she asks with her brows pinched together. "That he's been sleeping around? Yeah, I know" I say taking a big gulp of my water as if it were the solution to this fucked up life I'm living.

"Why haven't you left?" she asks, genuinely concerned. "He's my husband" I say with glossy eyes but then clear my throat again to hopefully curb these emotions. "And? He's a dick" she says, continuing with her efforts to never pull punches. "You don't know him like I do" I say, standing up and grabbing my purse to go.

"Just, be careful okay?" she implores, placing her hand on top of mine before I get too far. "I will" I say and give her a sad smile before walking out and waiting for the cab I called a few moments ago.

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Walking into the house I'm relieved to see that Taehyung is no where to be found, the lights still having been turned off from when I had locked up.

Taking off my shoes, I quickly put them in the closet in an effort to quickly cover my tracks and I run into the bedroom soon after that. I take off my clothes and throw them into the washer to again avoid any suspicions because I don't want him even remotely knowing that I managed to leave the house on my own again.

Walking into the bathroom to take a shower as well I see that somehow some of the makeup I had applied rubbed off and I was unknowingly sporting one of the hickeys Taehyung had left. I look at it in the mirror a bit closer, starting to wonder how long it's been showing. 'Did Jungkook see it?' I question, really hoping the answer is no even though he knows I'm married, it's not something I want to show off.

It could've been worse though, he could've seen the other bruises I have that clearly show evidence of much more than just rough sex. 'How would he have reacted? Would he have said something?' I continue, asking myself question after question, soon starting to regret my decisions of going out tonight.

Did I have a good time? Sure. But it doesn't make up for the amount of fear and guilt I'm going to feel if Taehyung finds out. Will he do something? Will he get angry? Will he leave? Knowing him he would accuse me of cheating on him even though I'm the one who confirmed my suspicions.

He, like Rae is someone that doesn't pull punches literally and figuratively. It's something that I've leaned to live with, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

"Hey" I hear him say softly while opening the bathroom door, scaring me and not even realizing how lost in thought I had been. To the point of not even realizing that he had gotten home.

"Hi" I say timidly, not knowing what his next move might be.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he questions in a mischievous tone, already taking his shirt off. I open the glass door as a way to invite him in and I hold out my hand waiting for him, knowing I really have no choice in the matter.

"Hi beautiful" he says after getting in, placing his hands on my hips and leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips. I sigh into the kiss, thankful he's back home again and showing his softer side to me again, clearly trying to make up for how we had left things the last time we saw each other.

"I missed you" he says in a husky voice leaning down further to place a few open mouthed kisses on my neck marking me again, no doubt to make up for the ones that had started to fade. "Missed you" I say through a breathy tone then my breath hitches moments later when he bites down on my shoulder.

"You smell so sweet baby" he says running his nose along the length of my neck before making his way back up to kissing me. "It's my" *kiss* "new" *kiss* "body wash" I say, trying my best to answer but he purposefully works against me, loving the struggle I put up.

"I like it. Buy it again for me when you run out okay? I want my pretty wife smelling like this all the time" he says before flipping me around and pressing my chest agains the wall.

"You gonna be good and let me take you in here?" he asks grinding his dick against my ass making my breath pick up, not expecting this drastic change in behavior. I nod my head with my cheek against the tiles. He presses his chest flush up against my back, pushing me up against the wall even harder, making my chest feel sore as my nipples rub up against the cool surface, making me whine from the sensation.

"Aw look at you, so needy and ready to be full" he say, leaning back a bit and running his finger along my slit, feeling how I'm already clenching around nothing and dripping with arousal as the water falls on my back in a steady stream. "Fuck you look so hot right now" he says looking at my face and dragging his eyes down my figure before spreading my legs a bit and making moves to put it in.

"Wait" I whimper. "Don't worry, you can take it" he says, placing a kiss on my shoulder before sliding the tip in and making me take in a sharp breath at the intrusion, him continuing to push himself further and further inside until he's bottomed out.

He enjoys the feeling of my walls spasming around him as I feel the burn from trying to get used to him again. It isn't like this often, he usually loves to take his time prepping and teasing me until I'm begging for more but he had an almost urgency to be inside me this time.

"Fuck" he says as he starts to move in and out of me, watching the way my ass moves with every thrust and is addicted to the moans that come from me naturally, being caught off guard by all of this and not expecting this to happen tonight.

"Feels s-so good" I say, clawing at the walls for something to hold onto, knowing there's nothing there for me. He takes notice and he places his hands on top of mine, thrusting in and out with only his own hips supporting mine as he growls in my ear.

"Been dying to fuck this pretty little cunt all day. Then I come home and you're in the shower making it so easy for me to just slip it in, practically begging for my cock" he says as he slows down his thrust but puts more force behind each one.

"Isn't that right? You just want to be good for me and take it, let me have my way with you" he says pulling out and flipping me around, enjoying the dick drunk look on my face. He lifts one of my legs up and wraps it around his waist, pounding into me harder making me grab onto his neck and pull him in for a kiss, silencing my moans, making him swallow them as he coaxes more and more out of me.

"S-shit" he stutters and tells me to jump, wrapping my other leg around his waist as well so he can thrust into me harder. I clench around him when he wraps his mouth around one of my sensitive buds, hard and begging for stimulating.

"Fuck, more" I whine, desperately needing release. "You wanna cum?" he taunts, letting go of my throbbing bud with a pop. "Tae please" I moan digging my nails into his shoulders. He groans at the feeling and grips onto my waist digging his fingers into them, no doubt leaving bruises.

Giving me a few more thrusts he has my eyes rolling back and my toes curling as my orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks with him still fucking into me, helping me ride it out before he cums a couple minutes later.

Slipping out and sliding me down the wall and back on my feet he leans up against me while our breathing mixes with the sound of the water still falling all around us. He places a few soft kisses on my shoulder before pushing off the wall and placing both of his hands on my cheek, kissing me softly, helping me slowly come back down and leaving my my mind foggy and drunk on him.

"I love you" he says when he breaks apart from my lips. "I love you too" I smile, humming in contentment and feeling so good, loving that despite everything he loves me no matter what.

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penelopepine · 3 months

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Forever in Your Gaze Pt. 3

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Fem Reader

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Night at the museum AU. Gaz and Reader are both paintings directly across from one another, and have been in love for many years now. The only thing is that they are unable to actually leave the confines of their canvas, and have never felt others touch.

Word Count: 1236

Content: Established relationship, fluff, light angst

Kyle is so relieved when he sees you again, and he can tell even through the shock you’re elated to see him as well. He whispers your name and puts a hand up next to yours. When you mirror his action the magical barrier still separates the two of you.

"You're here," You take a stuttering breath, "How are you here?"

"I promised that I'd find you, it's just like I said this situation is not going to keep me from you."

Your eyes are still red along with tear stained cheeks, but you give him the biggest grin, "What did I do to deserve you?"

"I think the correct question is what did I do to deserve you?"

The only thing Kyle can think about right now is you, and how much he loves you. Which is why when he hears a cough from behind him he's generally caught off guard. He had completely forgotten that the others were even with him.

Price comes up to them and pats him on the back and smiles at you, "Well it seems things are going well here then. The lads and I will leave you two here for the rest of the night while we go look into everything a bit more. I'll come and get you later Gaz." With that the three of them leave the area with parting words of hope and comfort.

Silence after that lasts only for a moment before you ask, "What's happening Kyle? I thought I was going to still be near you tonight."

It took him a bit to reply, pondering to himself about how to explain that in a week you two may never see each other again if they don't come up with a solution. "Shepherd plans to have you shipped to another museum."

Immediately he can see when his words hit you. Your shoulders slump and give a defeated sigh, "So this is it then?"

"No! No, you're not going anywhere! We're going to figure something out."

"But what if we don't?"

"We will." He gives you a sad but reassuring smile as he puts his hand to your face. When he does the barrier's sheen shines at his touch. Kyle's face then quickly turns to determination. "Let's get you out of here."

"What?"

“Well I’m out aren’t I? That means that you can get out too.” Kyle exclaims as he stands to adjust your frame before kneeling down a bit away from you, “All you have to do is push the barrier!”

You look at him with an apprehensive look as you put both hands on the barrier. “I think more paintings would be out by now if that is all it took.” That being said, you still begin to push against the magic. Kyle watches as the sheen ripples with the contact from your palms. This goes on for several minutes with words of encouragement being thrown your way.

Alas though you can't seem to escape, no matter how hard you try. Clearly dejected you give one last push before stepping away from it.

“We’ll keep trying until it works,” He says softly to you, “I’m not giving up just yet.”

"You're right," You take a deep breath, "You're right, we can try again tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." Kyle is now back sitting right in front you. He knows that it's not the same as actually holding you, but he takes your frame and sets you down in his lap. You both continue talking as you normally would with each other. Just trying to enjoy being so close to one another despite both knowing that all this could be coming to an end very soon.

It's hours later when Price does eventually come back in to collect him, "Gaz, it's time to go lad. We need to get you back on the wall."

Kyle very reluctantly lets you go, and puts you back whispering sweet reassurances to you. The only thing that he doesn't do is put the sheet back. He refuses to be the one to put you in the dark, and makes Price promise that he wouldn't do so either until the sun was up.

“I’ll see you soon love,” Kyle smiles at you, “It’ll be just a few minutes of us being apart.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.” You say back putting on a brave face. This is after all the first time you’ve actually said goodbye to one another. With that Price has to practically drag him out of the room otherwise he wouldn’t have wanted to leave your side.

As they walk back to his frame Kyle can’t help but ask, "Price, do you know where she is supposed to be moved too? Is it at least close by?"

"There wasn't an address listed, the only information mentioned was that the deal was made between Shepherd and Phillip Graves. The whole thing doesn't feel right; I'm planning on bringing all of this up with Laswell when she gets in."

"You think Shepherd is up to something?"

Price gives him a very serious look before saying, "I don't know for sure, but after going through all the files I could find in his office a lot of things aren't adding up. All things considered this deal with Graves shouldn't even be happening with how incorrectly those documents were done."

Those words brought so much relief to him. If things were really as sketchy as Price described then he knew Laswell would do everything in her power to put a stop to everything happening; with any luck she'll be able to get rid of Shepherd as well.

The rest of the walk was fairly silent. Kyle watched as others around him slowly moved to their own areas preparing for the morning light to freeze them in place for another day.

It was very quiet now as the two of them entered the familiar halls once more; all the other paintings eyeing him as he walked past. He's become some kind of social pariah amongst them it seems, but that is not something he is going to worry himself about right now.

Once Kyle is back to his own frame he takes a few moments to really just look at where he's been his whole life before finally bringing his hands up to the painting. As if the frame was welcoming him home Kyle slides back in very seamlessly. Unlike when he first broke free there is no pain upon re-entering the canvas.

He quickly gets himself back in his proper place once he's fully inside, "Price, can you promise me one thing?"

"What is it? I'll see what I can do, lad."

"Please don't make me wake up not knowing where she is. I know where she is right now, and I don't know if I'll be able to handle having to find her again."

"She won't be getting moved again Gaz. I won't let you go through this all again."

He nods and gives a relieved huff, "Thank you."

A mere few minutes after that Price watches as Kyle and everyone around him goes back to being regular paintings. With that he walks out of the hall, and continues with his usual routine. After making sure everything was in place walks back to the lobby's reception desk and waits for Laswell to walk through the door. They're getting to the bottom of this.

Note: AHHHH CHAPTER 3 IS DONE! I hope everyone is enjoying this story!

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#x reader #task force 141 #call of duty #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #fem reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #female reader

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ghostedgrim · 6 months

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How Ramattra will react to a very flirty fellow omnic that fights for his cause

♡At first, Ramattra thinks nothing of this omnic's flirting. Perhaps it was simply old programming that stuck with him. Either way, this omnic was a useful assassin, something hard to find these days, so Ramattra kept a closer eye on him than he did any other the other omnics. Half the time he doesn't even understand the meaning of the omnic's flirting.

♡"Hey, hot stuff."

"My temperature is at 67 degrees Fahrenheit, I am hardly hot."

"Well, according to my sensors, you're hot enough to make me melt."

"Clearly, your sensors are malfunctioning," Ramattra sets his tools down on his desk beside some amalgamation of metal and a blueprint, "Go sit on that table in the corner. I'll have to examine you to ensure you aren't damaged."

"That's unnecessary, though, I must say, you're care for me is adorable~." Ramattra makes quick work of the examination. You were correct, absolutely nothing wrong.

He dismisses you, "If you care about how much I value your life and use to me, I'd advise you stop flirting before I turn you into a mindless drone," he returns to his desk.

♡You took his advice, the flirting came to a quick end. You also found yourself going on longer missions that only seemed to get farther and farther from Ramattra.

♡A few weeks to a few months pass. Ramattra hates it. He hates your stupid compliments, you're useless flirting. So why the Hell does he find himself missing your presence, and your voice. He refused to let himself befall to the weakness of emotions. So his solution was to keep you far away from him, so he could forget you and suppress these emotions.

♡Screams fill the town square beneath you as your lower your gun. People run away from the dead body below, a few try to look up at where you're hidden at the top of the building, but they can't see you. The mission appeared easy. A simple in and out in time for lunch. Well, that was until your only escape got blown to rubble. To your luck, you escape your attackers, only to find yourself wounded and trapped beneath rubble.

♡Stupid. Stupid was how Ramattra felt and scared. He'd been so blindsided in trying to get you out of his head that he didn't calculate the dangers of putting you in that mission. His soldiers are rading the city as a distraction while he digs through the rubble, praying that he finds you, praying that you're still alive. He almost frantic knowing Overwatch will get here soon, and when they do, he won't be able to search for you. Seeing you so broken, your lights flickering, and barely alive beneath all that rubble was almost enough to make Ramattra cry. He vowed he would never allow you to be so far from him ever again.

♡Ramattra dedicated the next month to rebuilding your body, fixing your every injury, and catering to your needs. It took time for you to adjust to your new body, and even longer to accept it as your new body. Ramattra practically hovers around you as of you could fall apart any second.

♡ "Are you a star?"

"What?"

"Are you a star...because I could stare at you all night..."

"Ramattra, what are... I don't understand sir"

"You haven't flirted or even attempted banter once. Sure, you stopped after I asked you, but even then, sometimes it slipped out, but now... you're silent, you hardly talked"

"I thought you liked that, me being nothing more than a soldier for your cause, that-"

"I miss your stupid flirting, your stupid banter and playfulness. I like your voice, your presence. I'm sorry for being an idiot before," he takes your hands in his, bringing his face to yours, "please. I need you by my side. Can you forgive me, will you stay by my side?"

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

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my-castles-crumbling · 1 month

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Hey. I will vent a little, I apologize.

Am I a girl just because my girlfriend says so? She said she was pan but she clearly has a preference for girls and femmes. And I feel bad because when we first dated I used she/her and never corrected her, then after a while I used any pronouns and become more androgynous, and she was okay with that and said whatever I am she will be near but right now I started used he/him for myself a few times but she uses she/her for me all the goddamn time. And she says I used to use any pronouns and why I am bothered etc. then she said sorry, we were good for a while but she bought me dresses and skirts for my birthday and for gods sake I didn't even wear a skirt when I was fem what is she expecting??? She knows I hate them and she is doing this on purpose I believe. She keeps referring to me as a girl and she then says sorry and says she used it as a default pronoun or as a gender neutral way, it's irritating.

I try to not be irrated or annoyed because it's only a word and it's not important, hell my mother language doesn't even have gendered pronouns but she is British and we are there so we speak English and I feel so bad like why

Besides she is trans, and if I used he/him for her she would literally cry, but still does this-

I mean, she generally dislikes men and masculinity I think because of her experience but like she is not a kid. If she wants she can break up, I literally said this to her in an argument but she cried. She cries easily, and I do too I am not shaming her for this but when she cries we stop the argument bc it's not healthy but then she refuses to go back to the topic because 'we already spoke about it but no we didn't finish? We didn't find a solution??? It's so annoying and I like her so I feel bad-

Am I exaggerating or something? It's just words I know but we argued and I am not good with arguments I got angry easily so I don't know.

Oooooooo noooooooo

Your girlfriend does NOT dictate your gender, and her policing of your pronouns is SUPER icky. Like. Nope. No.

It sounds like she's just decided you're a girl and that's not okay! You need to sit her down and talk about this, even if she cries. Her crying does not mean the conversation is over, and she's probably using that to avoid the reality- you are not a girl. In my opinion, either she needs to respect that, or you need to find someone who does! That is the part that's not healthy. It will be a tough conversation, but it's a conversation that needs to be had. Be king but firm, insist on talking, and set some boundaries. You deserve to be with someone who, AT MINIMUM, respect your identity, you know?

Keep me updated, okay? Naming you watermelon anon

#ask #asks #ask cas #watermelon anon

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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Am I the asshole for siding with my Dad and actively shit talking/giving points about things his wife is wrong for?

Using 🎸🎶 as my emojis so I don't get lost.

For context, I (17F) and my sisters (14F and 12F) have lived with divorced parents for the past almost 13 years, nearly our entire lives. Our Dad (38M) and our Mom (38F) got divorced long ago, and since both have been remarried and divorced. My dad is currently married to his third wife (37F) and things have gone to shit. They grew up together and reconnected through Facebook a while back and began to talk. Since early July, they reconnected around late June, we have; drove 40 hours to Ohio to see and meet Wife and her 3 daughters (15, 7 and 5 F), moved them down over 80 hours of back and forth with both pets and kids, lived in a small trailer house until we closed our half million dollar one, and now we live in an old 1940s house where Wife never has to work unless she wants to. My Dad provides for her and her three kids easily on his own due to owning a fraction of the company he works for, but money has been a little tight due to a lack of houses to work on and her excessive spending.

This morning was when it bubbled over. She woke him up 30 mins before he needed to have his trailer, and hour away to pick it up, and be in another city still 30 mins from there, to pick up a free dresser we do not have room for. While getting ready he was informed her two youngest did the dishes to ask for something, a habit they all have. And to be clear, they ONLY do chores to go places and do things, so the house is often trashed. My Dad boiled over after both things adding onto all the stress of caring for 8 people and only seeing his 3 kids 4 days a month, and it started a scream fight that she encouraged. She loves to rile him up and then play victim, and this time was no different. Despite being angry, he asks if she still wants to go get the dresser, and she says she won't ride with him even to talk it out or get the fifth dresser for their room. So me and my middle sister (14F, we'll call her D.) Go with. We get the trailer, get into town, and he calls to confirm the address. Rather than tell him, she plays hard to get to piss him off, and we leave instead, not getting the dresser and taking the trailer back. The entire way Dad, D and I air our grievances about the behavior of Wife and her kids, discussing habits we don't like and clarifying we aren't doing it to be mean. It turns out, she was also bitching about the laundry and how she does everything when I've only ever seen her do theirs and no other chores. My Dad offers to solve it by having his own basket for his own laundry and even cooking his own meals if that's what's bothering her. Instead, she takes off her wedding ring rather than accepting the solutions. We talks, discussing how yes, they've been through a lot, but so have we, and that doesn't excuse her behavior.

We get home and the fighting starts again rather quickly, we don't catch much before it dies out but he tries to reason with her. I paint and everyone is calm for a bit. Well, I'm sitting on my bed and the fighting starts again. D and I share a room right over the garage, where the fight was, and D drops to the floor to listen. Our Dad uses many of the points we brought up in the car, and it hits hard and rings true really. At some point Wife complains that we never talk to her, and Dad points out that she picks fights when we're here and we know what divorce sounds like and refuse to get attached. She calls him our for being married and divorced twice, and Dad gets petty and tells her he didn't have kids outside marriage. And finally she complains that we don't do anything, and my Dad points out that we're self sufficient and do everything when we're here. The fight continues, he keeps making points we all discussed on the way to and from the trailer and failed dresser retrieval, and he keeps bringing up the ring since he doesn't want to divorce again.

Anyways, its causing a rift and I haven't told anyone but my Mom that I helped supply points, but I just feel bad because I feel like I somehow made the fighting worse by mentioning all the shit she does and talks about him and us.

TLDR; Dad and new wife were fighting all day and my sister and I gave points and talked shit about what's been bothering us in the car and our Dad brought up those points in the fight.

So Tumblr, am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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ncrosha · 2 months

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@warlockisaslur

despite being the smartest person the room at any given time, david alleyne is by far and above the least subtle person josh foley has ever met.

they'd only been reunited for - what, two weeks? and already he sees the gears turning. he doesn't need to know the ins and outs of young avengers interpersonal drama to know that he wants his alone time, and that this right here is both an effort to get that, and an earnest attempt at forcing a friendship between his two biggest problems in the hopes that'd become a solution.

great job, man. wonderful.

pairing up might be the wrong word. this feels like a playdate, like the drop-off at another house and run kind. the kind that had happened a lot when he was a kid and was categorically too much compared to his significantly older brothers. these days the too much he was came in the depressing variety, not the desperate for attention and willing to do anything for it kind. no, this was the opposite. the we did not talk for six years because i threw my sim card and tracking chips into the fucking ocean after some shit i refuse to tell you about and then six months after my funeral, which apparently you attended with your new team, not jealous or anything, glad you found the time, you found me at a bodega buying chips and forcefully injected yourself back into my life, not that i'm complaining, and now you feel compelled to "fix me" when i cannot be fixed variety.

that being said - well, there's the guilt. unspoken secret ontop of unspoken secret, the greatest of which being that he was no longer an x-man and now if someone could compel him to wear a uniform, it'd bear the insignia of the good ole brotherhood of evil mutants. that had yet to come up organically in any conversation and while it was probably the lightest of weights he was carrying, there never seemed to be a good time to drop it.

and speaking of dropping it. josh's blank eyes cast a glance at the dark haired boy seated across from him. a far younger and less tactful version of himself would have asked, point blank, why it was that wiccan of wiccan and hulkling now seemed to be just wiccan... but that seemed self-evident. people break up. superheroes most of all, and most messily.

especially when you had powers of a magnitude you could scarcely fathom... that left you feeling lost and lonely when you contemplated the gulf between your abilities and those of the people around you. and how easily harm can come without meaning it.

( okay. fine. maybe they did have something in common, something that can't be quantified and probably needs some kind of group therapy that the x-men sure as hell can't provide. touché, david. touché. )

he sits up straight, deciding that if they are going to sit here in this apartment while his former-slash-maybe best friend and his boyfriend have a sorely overdue date night, they can do better than just stewing in the awkward silence. once this would've been easy as breathing, but that was two deaths and three dozen murders ago.

the best he can fire off is...

"david tells me you're a comic guy," josh says, half a smile plastered across his face. "what's your favorite? uh, non-superhero if that' y'know, loaded. i was big into wolverine before i met the guy, now i'm really into, like, giant mech manga."

#v. we are the choices we make. brotherhood.#warlockisaslur #awkward hand wibbles???? i read your breakup verse & thought that'd be fascinating to explore #ig this is a universe where mags is working with xavier and moira to make krakoa #bypassing that filler event with the xmen trapped in limbo and emma was like hey my guy you're my black bishop now #idk david is like tommy and josh cannot be friends bc the world would end but josh and billy being friends might balance them out\#or could also end the world #lmk if this doesn't work!

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dollsonmain · 2 days

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Saw Harley and Ivy Barbies and thought "They're not too bad, but Ivy's outfit is terrible" and that's my full thoughts on it while my doll friends sit down and have a deep discussion about how and why they're terrible.

Green Barbies are getting easier to find with Elphaba, Vina, and Ivy. I want more other colors. The fairies had pink, purple, and blue. I wouldn't mind more purple and blue and a light green and ye... yellow might be pushing it unless she's Spongebob yellow and the pink fairy basically looked normal, and orange is just the 80's Barbies again, but you get me.

They have fairytopia and mermaids, why not fantasy skin tones?

Talked to a friend and he mentioned that he isn't sure if he's masking so hard that his mask is himself, now, or if he was faking being ND as a child and I was like love, that's a thing so many of my ND friends have gone through.

I'm going through the same thing right now with this job.

All these years have been like "I can't do this much physical activity because it will hurt me more than the activity is worth" and here I am walking 3+ miles every day, standing on my feet for hours, bending, lifting heavy stuff, and I'm fine. I've just been lazy and refusing to do hard work this whole time.

I say, while having obvious, glaring moments of brain fog (I'll break down Monday's chaos under a cut) and confusion while on the register, forgetting what I'm doing while I'm doing it, being so tired and sore that hobbling home takes more-than-twice as long as walking to work, falling asleep while eating, having to push myself very hard to get chores done when I'm home especially the ones that require going up and down the stairs, and being in so much pain at home that I'm barely mobile...

So Monday, a guy comes in and buys gas at the register. There's a slight price break if you pay inside, for some reason, and I'd rather it was card at the pump only but that's neither here nor there. Sometimes the card readers on the pumps hiccup and people come inside instead of fighting with them, too.

He tells me his pump number, I take the payment, he goes back out.

He comes in a little later and says there's no money on his pump. I knew the payment took and was like "Ok, I'll put $30 on the pump you're on as cash and you're good to go."

Which doesn't make sense. In hindsight, that made no sense what-so-ever. I don't know why I thought that was a solution to the problem. It made sense at the time but as soon as he walked out the door I was like "Wait... What did I just do??"

Some back and forth and we discover that he told me the wrong pump and the lady at the pump number he gave me had put in her card like normal and pumped gas not noticing the money already on there, but that was HIS money.

I couldn't figure out how to refund the man's payment to her pump and take payment from her so we could reset everything, and that didn't fix the $30 cash charge that wasn't in the register because I didn't take cash from him, I just told the register that I did.

So I had to grab Alt-Manager, tell her what happened, and after SHE tried to refund the wrong-pump card payment so we could charge both customers correctly and couldn't she asked the woman if she had any cash. The woman had a $50, so the manager broke her $50, gave the man what he was owed for the woman's gas (the woman was like "that's for me!" but no, it was for the man) and the remainder to the woman.

We charged the man again for HIS gas, which he had already taken from the pump so we had to charge him for random groceries, and they both walked out.

Then I was like "Wait, I think this means the woman didn't pay for any gas."

Which Alt-Manager was like "Oh no..... I think you're right...."

She had to go call Manager who somehow understood what had happened and broke it down for both of us, while both of us were like "what...." but.

The man will have 2 charges on his CC: Her gas and his gas. The gas station gets both. The woman paid the man in cash for her gas. Manager "refunded" the $30 in cash I'd told the register it had to zero that out.

In the end it was all square, but it was so confusing at the time.

It would have been better to refund the man the cost of the woman's gas in groceries in cash and then recharge him for his correct pump and then charge the woman in groceries for how much she was owed, but I didn't know that was an option. To refund as groceries when the issue was gas. Though doing that may have messed up the drawer count, too, because that cash was never put in the drawer in the first place, so doing it the way she did was the best way to keep the drawer count right.

Anyway, Manager is very good at understanding and managing the money side of things and being firm with vendors, customers, and employees, but bad at time management and has unrealistic expectations regarding how long it takes to complete tasks, especially when also expected to run back to the register every few moments, whereas Alt-Manager is good at the money side but a little easy to influence/push around, and very good at time management making sure that everyone is in and out at the correct time and will jump out to take the register about 5 minutes before it's time to go so employees can count their drawer and do their dishes, etc.

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masteri110 · 5 months

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Confession: I'm a gay trans man and my bf is perfect in almost every way, he loves and supports me, he makes me laugh, he comforts me when I'm sad, he's just amazing to be around. But he is also the most vanilla man I've ever met in my life. I don't think he has one kink if I'm being honest. Even the stuff I find pretty tame, like giving him head while he's playing a game, is completely off the table for him. He gets embarrassed when I ask him to call me a good boy, he overtly refuses to do any sort of degradation or anything (once asked him to call me a faggot while I was sucking him off and he was so turned off by it he got soft), the most I ever get is a light spank while we're in doggy. Our sex life is fine, if a little boring. He USED TO BE ok with me begging him to breed me but apparently it started making him nervous because he thought I actually wanted a kid and he's not ready yet. I've only ever told him about my tamest kinks, he doesn't know I'm into cnc or somno or puppy play or anything like that, because I'm afraid it would scare him off and I genuinely love him. But every fucking day I have to sneak off to our room and make myself cum to the thought of him interrupting me cleaning to fuck me or waking up with his dick already inside me. I watch him play games wishing I could be keeping his cock warm for him, I choke myself and pretend its him, I'm DESPERATE to be used like a fleshlight for him but he is just. Not. Into it. We've been together for three years and it's really just getting worse and worse as time goes on. I wanna grab him by the shoulders and shake him and tell him "I'M YOURS!!! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME TREAT ME LIKE A TOY I'M BEGGING YOU!!" But I know it wouldn't do anything.

That sounds like a rough spot to be in. On the one hand he's the love of your life and makes you happy but on the other he isn't satisfying you sexually and that can mean a lot to a person, sex is a big part of some people's lives and if it is something you need but aren't getting then that is a problem that needs fixing. I am personally a big old advocate for simply talking through whatever problems you're having in any relationship, so my first suggestion would be to sit him down and tell him all about what you want and how you feel when you aren't getting it. I would also see if he'll tell you why he is uncomfortable with it all, it could be some sort of trauma issue where it reminds him of a had past experience or it could just be something he is just not wired to do. Everyone is different and some people just don't get any enjoyment out of these kinks. (which is wild to me because they're so fun lol) if that doesn't work out and you still need to be satisfied sexually I would honestly ask about maybe opening up the relationship for sexual purposes, I don't know if that would be something you'd enjoy but my opinion on it is you only get one life (as far as we know) why would you want to live it settling for something you don't want? Live it up! These social expectations about relationships don't really mean anything, they are just constructs we made ourselves so we don't really need to follow them, unless of course it's something that harms someone without consent then that needs followed. But the point is everyone deserves to be happy, and if this is a problem that is making you unhappy then you should try and find a solution to it rather than bottle it up, you'll feel a lot better in the end despite whatever happens!

#free use cnc #breeding k1nk #fr33use #free use kink #rough cnc #petpl4y #praise k!nk #cnc somno #aftercare #self love #love

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sexyleon · 2 years

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PLS TELL ME HEADCANONS

I HAVE SO MANY THERE ARE SO MANY!!!!! I'm going to use this ask to talk about what I think happened in the immediate aftermath of Resi 4 tho!!

Okay, first, I don't think Ashley's rescue was covert at all! Leon doesn't just get to jetski to a designated landing spot and fly off into the sunset without the Spanish government getting involved and causing an international incident BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE TOO EASY. It's a very public affair, and while Leon is protected and never really reaches the limelight, Ashley has to publicly defend herself and her father in a media shit show (my zine piece in @relentlesszine is about Ashley coping with this!)

Anyways, after the initial confusion/chaos of American/Spanish officials struggling to find a solution on what to do, Leon and Ashley are rushed to a Spanish hospital once it has been confirmed they were infected by an unknown parasite. They're both in shock, but Leon takes it upon himself to endure the brunt of it: the interrogations, the questionnaires, the stressful explain what happened parts. He's still in fight-or-flight mode, and his only goal is to protect Ashley in any way he can. Eventually, they're to be separated and put into isolation chambers where they will have no contact with the outside world until they've been completely assessed by a team of doctors. Leon doesn't take this well. It's too familiar, it reminds him of when they took Sherry, and he'll be damned if he lets the same thing happen to Ashley. He adamantly refuses until they allow him into the same ward as Ashley (he's not violent about it because he's very aware of the situation they're both in, but he's not exactly nice about it either-- he's not going to let Ashley from his sight until she's in her father's arms). They wind up in separate rooms next to each other.

The ward is the hardest part for Leon. The doctors won't just let Leon stay by Ashley's side since he needs to be evaluated too. They make him lie down, force needles into his arms, take care of him-- which he thinks is a waste of time. They need to focus on Ashley.

He can't sleep. He wants to go home. He wants to take Ashley home. He wants to be anywhere but in this hellhole of a hospital. Every time he closes his eyes it's a different flashback. The villagers, innocent people turned monsters-- people he had to kill, people he lost count of killing. Luis and Mike, watching good people, his friends, die. Ada...God, he doesn't understand why he keeps going back to her. He doesn't understand why he trusted her. Dying is better than dealing with this. He wishes he could ask for morphine, but it'll just be another chance for someone or something to hurt Ashley.

This is how Ashley finds him, sneaking away from her room one night after being repetitively told they can't visit each other. He sits up from his cot when he realises she's there, all the worry in his face turning to relief. He wants nothing more than her safety and happiness.

“Ashley?”

“Sorry Leon, I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

He gestures for her to come closer, offering space at the end of his cot for her to sit. They stay like that for a little while, the silence washing over them with the unspoken knowledge of what they'd been through. Leon does not mind the companionship, but can't help to feel guilty about everything that had happened. If he was better, maybe they'd already be home.

“I.... I want to thank you.”

Leon knows he should acknowledge it, he knows he should respond with grace, but the sinking feeling in his heart deepens. He doesn't deserve her thanks. He could've, he should've done better.

He settles on a “don’t mention it” with a wave of his hand, no big deal. He hopes it is enough, he doesn't want to think anymore. He can't look her in the eyes.

“Leon, I—"

“I said don’t.”

It comes out firmer than he means it, and when he looks up at Ashley to apologise it's too late. She’s already crying, ugly sobs filling the room as she gets up to leave.

“I’m sorry I’m such a burden! You should have left me to DIE!" are the only words he gets before she leaves.

Leon feels awful, and he's so so angry. It's not her fault for being kidnapped. It's her fault for being used to control her father. It's not her fault only one man with no info and little help was sent to save her. It's not her fault a sick man destroyed the lives of hundreds of people. None of it was her fault, but he knows nothing he can say right now will change her mind. So he lets her be and lies back down with his nightmares.

Later, after the doctors have done their rounds, he sneaks out to find her. She’s curled up on her cot, the vision of a young girl who has gone through hell. He knows the feeling, he remembers it well.

“Go away.”

“Ashley, I just want to talk,” his voice is soft, resigned.

She hesitates before stretching out a little and sitting up, patting the cot next to her with a tiny "okay."

Leon sits down, the silence once again enveloping them as he works up the courage to speak. The words feel thick in his throat. He never expected to be here again, having this conversation again. It's all a little too much, but he knows it's his responsibility.

“Well?!” Ashley snaps at him. He flinches and looks down at his lap. She's angry too, he figures. Angry, sad, and scared.

“I guess I deserved that,” he frowns, nodding to himself. She's about to say something else when he cuts her off, “Look. I’m sorry for how I spoke to you earlier." Good. An apology is a good start. "We went through a lot. It's a lot," he pauses, the full weight of what has happened on his shoulders, "But we’re here now...Together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way."

It's then that he looks up at her, all the earnestness in his eyes. “You’re not a burden. Without you, we wouldn’t have made it-- I wouldn't have made it." He reaches for her hand, pulling her up so that she can look into his eyes. "None of this is your fault. Krauser and Salazar and Saddler did this, not you," he pauses for a moment, all the emotion welling up in him..

"I am happy you're alive.”

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LSDJLKSDJFLKSDJLFJS anyways this ended up turning a little fic-ish?????? SORRY lksfjlsjfdslf this is how i think it happened tho and it lives in my mind rent free lsdfjlskdfjlsdfj

Leon loves Ashley the way he loves Sherry and they are trauma bonded for LYFE. He's been through what she's going through and he wants nothing more than to take all the pain away and give her a normal life, the only things he wishes for himself

@thebisexualmandalorian

#resident evil #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #ashley graham #resi #i just really love them okay #plz no sexyleon

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afterlifetango · 2 years

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How do you feel about your friend blaschoice getting called out for incel behavior?

I have it in my rules already regarding my position on drama, and i would appreciate if folks took that seriously. If folks have an issue or a concern, then contact me privately so that we can discuss it in a calm and constructive manner - the fact that this is being sent through anon and in this manner to boot is only making me disappointed in you all.

As for the actual question - he roleplays, and i roleplay. we have characters that are related in canon. That's it. He doesn't contact me for anything more - we are acquainted yes, but that's what the majority of folks in this rpc are. Acquainted. We've seen each other around, we've said 'neat, pre-established relationship possiblity!', and we've interacted a little and tested the waters. The callout you're talking about apparently just dropped like what... yesterday apparently? I think? i'm barely here enough as it is - i haven't even gotten the chance to read it. i have better things to do with my life than dig through all of my followers for dirt that can be used to cause them harm.

There might be a problem with his behavior, there might not. i haven't had a chance to read the callout, and i haven't seen enough of him to truly say one way or the other on previous experience. If he has repeatedly shown bad behavior, that is of course a problem, and one that needs a proper sit-down and discussion with him in question to ensure that it doesn't happen again. But the fact that you're already in my inbox like this proves to me that you aren't here to solve the issue at hand - just to spread more fuel on the fire and cause havoc, rather than a solution. You can't fight a problem by causing another problem - that just creates TWO problems that need to be dealt with. yes, that makes you as much of a problem as the person you're calling out.

Has anyone sat him down and like... talked to him about these behaviors and how they're harmful, before taking out the torches and heading down for the witch hunt? 'cause i'm not even sure that's had a chance to happen. That should be the FIRST thing that happens, in situations like this. Observe the behavior, figure out if it's true maliciousness or if it's caused by a point of ignorance, and see a firm bonk on the head and proper punishment if it's the former, and a gentle correction and guiding hand if it's the later. A harsh hand should only be reserved if other tactics fail or when true harm is meant - when used against someone who was just being stupid - and we are all just plain stupid at times, believe me. we all have a brain fart where it just doesn't register unless pointed out, or some upbringing or another that we have yet to shake off. But when used against someone who doesn't even realize that they've actually done something wrong, or have yet to put two and two together and understand the reason why? That harshness only makes the issue worse.

incel behavior is bad yes - i've been victim to it before, i'm leery of it, i will seek to correct if if it happens in my line of sight. but it is not an issue that i believe requires scorched earth tactics first and foremost. it is an issue that has a chance of being fixed with proper patience and care - so long as folks have it in their hearts to give that a chance. So that chance should be given, if it means that someone will be able to better themselves and shake off the shackles of their previous self.

if they refuse to hear you out and take your kindness and attempts to help for granted, then so be it. then you apply a firm hand. but it should never be the first attempt. and it should never be brought to the public sphere like this, where things will just spiral into a witch hunt.

talk things out. be earnest with each other. if someone is showing bad behavior, then speak to them as a friend who is concerned, not like someone coming at them with a knife. no-one will ever learn what they've done wrong, if all we've done is to seek them harm rather than help.

like i said, i barely even know the guy, beyond showing interest in some of my characters who see less activity. which of course i was greatful for, and wouldn't think anything else of it. i have not had a chance to read the callout. this is entirely in reaction to having drama in my inbox.

this sort of hostility and unwillingness to see eye to eye or think levelheadedly is why the pokemon rpc is exploding, and i have no intention of adding to the fire. but if i need to scold you all for acting irresponsibly in my front lawn, i will.

We're all adults here, or at least the majority of us are. We should act like it.

#anonymous #drama tw//#long post

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mackenzielovee · 3 years

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burnout: part eight - rafe cameron

a/n: i am so so so so so sorry this is so late but regardless i am so happy i finished it and i hope you guys enjoy it :) thank you for being so patient! let me know what you think!!

warnings: swearing, mention of shooting/killing, mentions of sobriety, child abuse, blood

wc: 4.7k

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Josh sleeps in Jenna's room for three nights. Each morning, he rises before her and leaves, and they don't talk about it during the day. It's like they both just know why he's doing it; he feels the need to protect her the same way she's protected him all these years.

He grills her, however, demanding to know the truth about Rafe, about Topper, about whether or not that was the first time he'd ever hit Jenna. She tells him everything and doesn't hold back, recognizing for the first time that Josh isn't such a little kid anymore. He can handle this, he's willing it handle it. That small fact means more to her than just about anything in the world.

When she gets up on Wednesday morning, she's surprised to find Josh in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He looks up from a bowl he's mixing eggs in, and smiles politely.

"I made coffee," he says, pointing to the full pot on the countertop.

"Thanks," she replies, stepping over to the cabinet and pulling out two mugs.

The pair had been doing just about everything together since that night, Josh not willing to separate from his sister even for a moment. Jenna suspects it's guilt causing his clinginess, but she doesn't mind his company and refuses to force him to talk about it. He will when he's ready.

She pours a mug for him and then for herself, carrying it over to their kitchen island and setting the mug in front of him. He says a quick thanks as he pours the eggs into the pan, then picks up his coffee.

"So," he starts, keeping his eyes trained on the pan, "It's Wednesday."

Jenna keeps her eyes in her coffee cup, staring down at the dark liquid and losing all desire to drink it. The thought of dealing with any of it today is enough to make her stomach turn.

She hadn't spoken to Rafe since he left her home the night he punched her father, but he'd been thinking of her. Numerous unanswered texts sit in her phone, ones that she had laid in bed for the past few days and stared at. His 'thinking of you' and 'I love you''s are not responded to, mostly because she still has not gotten any closer to a solution.

She has spent the last few days wondering how they're supposed to work when her father would rather strangle Rafe himself than see her date him for another second. Her mind then wanders to the guilt she would feel if anything ever happened to him, and then jumps to what her father might do to her. She shakes those thoughts out of her head, not wanting to relive the hit the way she had been.

"Yeah," she finally says, "I know."

Josh just nods, pushing the almost-cooked eggs around in the skillet. The room goes silent for another few minutes before he speaks up.

"Well, I'm going down to play basketball with Alex for the day. Dad's fishing and Mom's going to the Club. If he shows up, you're good. I think you need to really sit down and talk things out."

Jenna just nods, taking another sip of her coffee. It's not too hot, but it still burns going down her throat. It settles in her stomach like a brick, and suddenly, the eggs Josh is scooping onto a plate for her don't look appetizing.

"I think I'm gonna eat upstairs," Jenna says quietly, taking the plate from the counter.

"Are you sure? I was going to watch New Girl with you. I want to find out what happens with Schmidt and CeCe."

Josh gives her a small smile, one that tells her he's humoring her. She returns it, then shakes her head.

"I just wanna be alone for a little. Thanks for breakfast," she says, already inching toward the door.

"Okay," he says, and before she can fully retreat, he says, "Jen? You forgot a fork."

"Oh, right," she laughs it off, letting him tuck the utensil between her fingers underneath the plate.

She gives him another smile, then hurries up the stairs. When she's safely in her bedroom, she takes the plate and the mug to her bathroom, dumping the eggs in her trash can and the coffee down the sink.

Rafe sits in the kitchen of his large, lonely house and stares at the bottle of bourbon resting on the island across from him. It's mocking him in the only way bourbon can mock a man - asking him to drink it while knowing he's trying so hard to stay sober.

He wants it more than anything. Almost anything. There's only one thing, one person, keeping him from jumping on that bottle and drinking the entire thing. The little voice in his head says the bottle will fix it, that somehow all of the mistakes and damage will go away if he just cracks that seal open.

Then, he thinks about her. What she would say. For Rafe Cameron, today feels like getting his day in front of the judge. He'll be able to say his piece and pray that her verdict comes back in his favor. Secretly, he makes plans with that bottle just in case things don't go his way.

Ward steps into the kitchen with a duffle bag over his shoulder, glancing quickly at his son before fumbling with the files in his hand.

"Ready?" Ward asks Rafe, his jaw hardened and eyes avoiding his son.

"Ready," Rafe confirms, rising from his seat.

With one last look to the bottle, he passes it and follows his dad out of the house. Even in his wildest dreams, he would never be able to know how different he will be the next time he walks inside.

Jenna rushes down the stairs at the sound of pounding on her front door, adrenaline pumping as she debates opening it. Being home alone, she's not sure who the hell is banging on the door. Ultimately, she does, when she glances through the peephole and sees Rafe.

"What are you - oh, my G-" she stops when she sees his condition.

"Jen, you gotta help me," Rafe pleads, bloody hand clenching at his side. He wipes it on his shirt, which doesn't help, as it is covered in blood as well.

"What happened?" she breathes, staring at him, "What did you do, Rafe?"

"Let me in," he demands.

"Rafe-"

"I can't fucking stand out here covered in blood, let me in the house!" he raises his voice, stepping toward her.

Jenna winces and moves to the side, watching Rafe dive into the house and urge her to shut the door the second he's in.

"Are you alone?" he questions, eyes darting all around the foyer.

"Yes."

"Thank God," he mutters.

"Rafe," she says, keeping her voice as calm as she can even though she's trying not to freak out, "What did you do? Whose blood is that?"

"You- you don't understand," he starts, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, "You can't tell anyone, Jenna."

She parts her lips and stares at him, not totally sure she can make that promise judging by his condition. Her eyes rake over his figure, seeing the swipes of blood on his shorts from where he'd been wiping his hands, the spots on his shirt, and the way he can't stay still for longer than five seconds.

"Promise me," he continues.

"Rafe-"

"Fucking promise me you aren't gonna tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."

An entire minute of silence falls between them before Jenna speaks again, "I promise."

Rafe swallows, sniffles, then closes his eyes and shakes his head. She takes a hesitant step forward, growing close enough that her perfume fills his nose. She'd been home alone, and yet, she put perfume on. He looks back up at her, at her soft eyes and nonjudgmental expression, and knows she was waiting on him.

To fix it.

And he showed up like this.

He buries his head in his hands, not wanting to look at her. She steps even closer, then reaches up and brushes her fingertips along his arm as if to comfort him. He freezes, her warm skin touching his blood spattered arm.

"Jenna," he warns her, his voice muffled by his hands.

"Talk to me," she demands, "You don't get to show up here like this and not talk to me."

"Okay, okay," he says, looking up at her, "I- I was at the tarmac. With my dad. He was getting on the plane, you know, to go to Nassau. And, well, Sheriff Peterkin showed up with a warrant for his arrest and I just- it's my dad, you know? I wasn't going to let her take him away, I-"

He stops and stumbles back, losing control of his body as he starts to sob. Jenna reaches out and steadies him, which leads him to wrap his body completely around her. She holds him up, gripping him while he shakes around her.

His sobs fill the foyer, piercing Jenna in the heart. She just stands there, trying to work the picture out in her mind, but she's missing something. Her hand finds its way to his hair, stroking her fingers through it to calm him down.

"Rafe," she whispers, "What did you do?"

"Dad was screaming at me," he says after a minute, quiet and shy, "Like, screaming. He told me - no, I got his gun. I shot her. I shot her, for him."

Jenna's heart squeezes in her chest; her lungs fight to get a deep breath in as his words spin around the room. Rafe shot someone. His dad told Rafe to shoot someone, only to save himself. He broke is son in the worst way, in a way he hadn't tried yet. Nothing is ever enough for Ward Cameron.

"Y-" You stop yourself, clamping down on your bottom lip to decide if questioning him is the right move right now. He's shaking violently in her arms, so much so that her own body starts to tremble.

The reality of the situation is difficult to process, and when she asks herself what this could mean for him, she pushes that away. She knows she should focus on the things she can control, the things that will help Rafe. She pulls back from him and cups his face in her hands, using her thumbs to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"It's going to be okay," she says, hoping that if she speaks with authority, the world will listen.

He gasps for air but nods his head, looking up to the ceiling to try and persuade his tears to stop falling. Jenna dives into his chest without bothering to ask, just needing to feel his skin, his body heat, listen to his heart beat in his chest. She's bottling up the hard questions, her concerns, her fears. All she wants is him to wrap his arms around her and never let go.

He does just that, clinging to her despite the blood that rests between them.

"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" she says, keeping her voice light.

As if he just came home from a little scuffle at the Club, not shooting someone on the tarmac. Jenna knows better than to ask what's happening there; she knows Ward will be front and center, taking care of the whole thing. This time, she's not as disgusted by that as she used to be.

She leads Rafe into the kitchen and pats the counter, silently asking him to hop up. The silence looms between them, something that never bothered her before but seems to now. She gives him a soft smile to calm him down, then steps to the cabinet to remove a washcloth. She wets it, then steps between his legs and takes his chin in her hand.

Rafe lets her angle his face every which way, manipulating and moving him however she needs to to clean him up. When she finishes with his face, she moves down to his arms, pressing down as hard as she needs to in his soft skin to erase the mistake.

"What hospital are they taking her to?" Jenna asks quietly, more to fill the silence than anything.

Rafe, who's been staring off into space, shifts his gaze to hers. He hesitates for a moment when he realizes his miscommunication; one that could be as fatal to their relationship as he had been to the Sheriff. He swallows, feeling as if he's choking on the lie.

"I don't know," he says quietly.

She just nods, "Scrub your hands."

She. turns from him and lets him hop off the counter, then goes to the laundry room to throw the towel in the washer. She stares at it once it's inside her white washer, the red of the blood stains contrasting so heavily against it that she has to close her eyes. With a deep breath, she figures she should throw Rafe's clothes in there as well.

When she walks back into the kitchen, Rafe is shirtless and standing over the sink. She frowns and walks over to him, finding him rubbing dish soap into the stains of his t-shirt and crying. Jenna just stares at him, at the broken expression on his face, and realizes there's much more to this story than he's told her. Instead of speaking, instead of trying to get it out of him, she realizes that she might not want to know the rest. She steps away from him and to the fridge, searching for something to make even though she feels as if she'll throw up any second now.

Jenna's standing over a pot of rice when she realizes she will never be able to stomach this food again for the rest of her life. She swallows and shuts her eyes, urging her nausea away. Rafe, who is still scrubbing and had been since she started making food, starts to shake again. She frowns and steps over, willing her tears not to come out.

"It's not coming out."

Jenna sets one hand on Rafe's back, the other on top of his hands, stopping them from intensely scrubbing the fabric of his shirt under the hot water. The blood stains don't look any more faded than they had ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes ago. They stay prevalent, visible for everyone to see what Rafe has done.

"Rafe," she says gently, stroking her hand up and down the bare skin of his back.

"Jenna, it's not fucking coming out."

She hears him sniffle and realizes that he's crying. She shifts herself and stands behind him, then forces him to drop the shirt in the sink and wrap his arms around her.

"It's okay," she coaxes him, her warm breath heating his chest as she hugs him, "It's okay. I'm right here."

"Holy shit, it's so fucked up," he sobs, tears soaking the top of her head.

"Rafe, just relax," she continues.

"I can't relax, Jen," he says, voice fragile, hands shaking around her, "They're going to find out what I did."

"Who is?"

"Fuck, I never should've involved you," he drops his arms from around her, "You could get in trouble-"

"I don't care," she says, reaching out for him once again.

"Well, you should."

"Well, I don't," she snaps back, "I'm not going anywhere."

"You're unbelievable," he whispers, but Jenna knows she's said the right words when he gives her a forced smile.

"I know."

His arms find their way around her body the way they had a million times, but this one feels different. This embrace feels more as if they're clinging to something; Jenna to the hope that this will all be okay, and Rafe to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he won't have to tell her the complete truth.

Sheriff Peterkin is dead. He is a murderer. Jenna deserves better.

Those three sentences burn through his brain like a wildfire, and yet, he can't bring himself to say any of them out loud.

"Give me your clothes," she demands, "I'll start the washer."

He doesn't protest, even though he's sure the Tucker's shitty, ten year old washer won't be able to erase this. He rings out his shirt and hands it over, then removes his shorts, leaving him with only his boxers and his mistake.

He watches as she escapes to the laundry room, and the fear of her disappearing from sight even for a moment makes his heart squeeze in his chest. He follows her, leaning up against the doorway and watching her drench his clothes with stain remover.

"I had to," he announces, watching her spin around.

She frowns at the short declaration, but nods her head all the same. He can feel his mouth drying out and the panic setting in again, needing her to believe him. So she doesn't hate him when she finds out.

"I had to, fuck, I had to do it," Rafe explains. His hands run through his hair for the millionth time.

"It's going to be okay," Jenna repeats once again, wishing that at some point, she'd believe herself.

"Fuck," he swears again.

She can see the panic, the guilt, every emotion rushing across his face as he realizes what he's done and how he can never fix it. Never make it right.

"Rafe, calm down," she ushers, her arms reaching out to stroke up and down his chest.

"I had to, right?" he looks down at her, tears brimming in his eyes.

"Rafe," she murmurs, refusing to answer that question.

"He's my dad, Jen. I had to. Protect the family name, right?"

She swallows and shakes her head, grabbing onto the sides of his face and moving him down to look at her. He inhales slowly and then exhales, his blue eyes steeped in regret and fear.

"Stop," she says quietly, "You have to relax, Rafe. Sit down. I'll go get-"

"Don't leave," he grabs ahold of Jenna's wrists, keeping her close.

"I'm not going anywhere," she tells him, smiling softly, "I'm just gonna get you a blanket and a pair of Josh's sweatpants."

Rafe shakes his head, eyes wide. The idea of separating from her for only a minute seems impossible.

"Baby, please. Don't leave me."

His voice is vulnerable, weak, unguarded. She just swallows and nods, letting him lead her over to her living room couch. He lays down and pulls her on top of him, squeezing tight as a refusal to let go.

Jenna doesn't speak, words failing her as she cuddles her head into the crook of his neck. He always loves when she does that. When he speak again, she's surprised by what's on his mind.

"I know we're not on good terms," he whispers, voice cracking under his emotions, "I know. I'm not ignoring that. I just needed you, I always fucking need you. Please don't leave me."

She kisses the nape of his neck and whispers back, "Never. I love you."

He's quiet for a moment, but she can feel the thrum of his heartbeat in his chest, "I just-"

"Rafe," she stops him, "Please. Just relax."

He nods his head slightly and then squeezes her tight, taking a deep breath to help himself calm down. Doing exactly what she tells him to do, he pushes every thought from his head and closes his eyes, doing his best not to replay the last few hours in his head. He flinches each time the gun goes off in his head, which only prompts him to squeeze Jenna tighter.

Eventually, his breathing goes even against her chest, soft snores heard above her. Her eyes are wide open, focusing on a small hole in the living room wall that used to hold up a picture of her and Josh. It had fallen one night when her parents had been fighting. She had been eight at the time. Now, she wonders if her father had pushed her mother against the wall, causing the frame to fall and shatter. Nobody had ever bothered to hang it back up.

After a while, she hears a knock on the front door. Her entire body freezes against him, and she considers waking Rafe up. When she hears it again, knowing the police would never knock like that and her family members have keys, she squirms from her place on the couch and hesitantly walks to it.

The knock comes again. She swallows and looks out the peep hole, then exhales when she sees who it is. Ward Cameron stands on her porch, debating knocking again. She pulls open the door ever so slightly, glancing at him. When his eyes meet hers, he sighs a breath of relief.

"Is my son here?" he asks.

Jenna nods, figuring there's no point in lying.

Ward runs a stressed hand through his beard, then takes a step forward, "Let me in."

Jenna doesn't move to open the door any further, in fact, she even pulls it closer to closed. Ward frowns, but she shakes her head.

"What are you going to do to him?"

She feels like it's a fair question, given who Ward is and what he's done to Rafe in the past. She hasn't been able to gauge how Ward feels about Rafe's actions, and the last thing she wants to do is let him in the house just to harm him.

"Jenna," Ward says, his voice lacking patience, "Did he tell you what he did?"

She nods again.

"Good. I need to discuss what's going to happen with him. So, for fuck's sake, open the door."

Jenna swallows and does so, letting Ward step into the foyer. She shuts the door and then turns to him, waiting on her to lead him to Rafe.

"How is the Sheriff?" she asks him quietly.

Ward scoffs, "She's dead, Jenna. I thought you said he told you."

She freezes; replaying evert conversation with Rafe since he arrived to try and figure out if she'd misunderstood or if he'd intentionally not told her. She swallows and crosses her arms, watching Ward smirk, even despite the circumstances.

"I see," he nods, "He can shoot the Sheriff, but he can't look his precious little girlfriend in the eye and-"

"Dad?"

Jenna spins around and finds a shirtless Rafe standing by the stairs, one hand scratching the top of his head and a glare present on his face as he looks between the two.

"Son," Ward stands a little taller, "This is where you ran off to, huh?"

Rafe clenches his jaw, opting not to respond to that. The position he's in requires that he not push his father, for he may be Rafe's only way out of this mess.

"Did you..." Rafe trails off, waving his hand in the air as if somehow to finish his sentence.

Jenna stands between them, glance moving between each man as they speak. They stand in her home, yet, she feels as if she's the intruder.

"Did I what?" Ward questions with the raise of a brow, "Take care of it?"

He waits for Rafe to nod before he speaks again. Rafe is pale, anxious, and refuses to look over at Jenna.

"I did all I can do right now," Ward nods, "All we can do is wait, now. You need to come home with me."

Jenna instinctually takes a step toward Rafe; the thought of him coming in here and telling her these things and then leaving seems to break something deep inside of her.

"I think-" Rafe starts, finally gaining the courage to look over to her, "I think I need to stay here. We have some things to work out."

Ward lets out an incredulous laugh and shakes his head, as if that thought is unbelievable to him. Rafe takes a step toward Jenna now, reaching up and tangling her fingers in his.

"You two can play couple's therapy when we get back to the house," Ward snorts, then looks to Jenna, "You'll need to pack a bag. A few days worth of clothes should do it. Don't be long."

Jenna freezes, glancing up at Rafe as if to figure out what Ward's talking about.

"I'm sorry, what?" she asks, her voice fragile and weak against theirs.

Ward rolls his eyes, "You're involved now, honey. The three of us are the only people who know the truth, and I'm not taking any chances with you. Rafe, go help your girlfriend pack a bag."

Your heart sinks to your stomach, and without truly thinking about it, you yank your fingers from Rafe's. Your head shakes quickly at Ward, who isn't even looking at you properly.

"No," you say, "I'm not leaving my brother."

"For the love of God," Ward mutters under his breath, "Rafe."

Rafe, eyes wide and fragile, looks between Jenna and his father. Ward looks annoyed, yet powerful. Jenna just looks scared.

"Isn't there any way she can stay here with her family?" Rafe asks quietly.

"You're willing to risk life in prison so your girlfriend doesn't have to leave her house?" Ward raises an accusing eyebrow, "Certainly not a risk I would take."

Rafe swallows and looks down at Jenna again, a different exchange behind his glance. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as she realizes what he wants to ask her to do but isn't completely willing to do it. She knows Rafe is scared, he's not sure what to do, and his dad is the only person who can help him. The only person who can defend him, protect him from everything.

Her eyes soften as she nods, the motion small and almost invisible to him at first. Josh had shown her the past few days that he is an adult, no longer in need of her care or protection. She makes a mental note to call him the second she can.

Jenna holds her hand out to Rafe, a sign of agreement and peace between them. He takes it and lets her lead him upstairs, where she silently packs a bag while he sits on the edge of her bed. Not a word is exchanged between the two as she moves around from her bathroom, to her dresser, to her closet, and then finally zips up her duffle. Rafe stands and takes it off the bed, holding out his other hand for her.

When they both come back downstairs, Ward's holding a plastic bag that he didn't have before. He's on his phone typing away with hit other hand.

"Dad?" Rafe questions, "What's that?"

"You really thought washing your clothes here was a good idea?" Ward asks him without looking up from his phone.

Rafe frowns but doesn't verbally respond, just squeezes Jenna's hand in his. Ward finishes typing and sends off whatever text or email that was so important, then looks up at the two.

"Oh, don't frown, Jenna," he says, a playful, devilish smirk on his face, "We actually have very fine accommodations at Tannyhill. I'm sure it will be up to your standards."

Jenna glares at him but opts not to speak because she doesn't want to put Rafe at risk.

Ward pulls open the front door and turns back to them, apparently not finished with his hatefulness.

"Although," he continues, "Your standards must not be that high, considering you're dating my son."

Jenna's jaw clenches, "Mr. Cameron-"

"Let's just go," Rafe speaks up quickly, "They could be home soon. Come on."

He squeezes Jenna's hand again, but this time it is more of a warning than a comfort. She swallows the words she wants to say to Ward, then leads Rafe out the door. Ward follows behind them, his Mercedes parked directly behind Rafe's truck.

"Jenna," Ward calls out, his voice seemingly still playful, "If you'd like to-"

"She rides with me," Rafe barks at him, turning around to glare at his father.

Jenna's shoulders sink only lower, wishing that somehow, she would disappear. Although she loves Rafe and feels as though she would do anything for him, she's well aware that this is a lot to ask of her. She's walking down her driveway but can't seem to feel her legs. Or her arms. Just her hand, of which is wrapped up in Rafe's.

The only thing that settles the fire lighting in her stomach is knowing he would do all of this for her, too. So, when Rafe opens the passenger door for her and looks at her expectantly, blue eyes filled with vulnerability and fear, she climbs in. Because he would do it for her.

That's what she tells herself the whole way to Tannyhill, her thoughts cutting through the silence that falls between them. He would do it for her.

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9 - Realm Mission

Part 10

The Charming Sister masterlist

David refuses to talk to me and won't return my calls and I know why, because he doesn't approve of Rumple and me. I can't help how I feel about him. But I don't know a way to show him that it might be like he and Snow are. Speaking of Snow, her and Emma fell into a hat and got transported to the Enchanted forest after saving Regina from being killed by that ghost. Oh and we can't forget that no one can leave Storybrooke. The dwarfs drew a red line and if anyone leaves the town they returned to their curse life and lose their Enchanted forest self possibly forever.

The shop door opened with the bell ringing softly as I sat on the floor with piles of books stacked up around me. Searching for a way to figure out how magic works in this town because it's nothing like how it was back in our land. Not that I was an expert on it but someone is and he walks in the door closing it. "Care to share why you're building a book fort around yourself Y/n?" He isn't leaning on his cane now that he has his magic back in his grasp. "I'm trying and failing to find a solution to bringing them back." He offered me his freehand that I take letting him pull me to my feet. "Well maybe it would help you knew the right books. May I?" He twiddle his fingers on his freehand meaning use magic and I give a nod yes.

Before my eyes the books that were there are turned into different ones so I bend down on a knee scanning the covers. Dusting off one of the covers I asked Rumple. "Where did you bring the magic from exactly?" He rests his back up against the glass countertop. "The well in the woods. Why?" Grabbing my jacket I bookmark a page in the book that dealt with water. Opening the door I instructed him to get to work. "Stay here and read the rest of the books. I'm going to run my theory by Henry. Oh and we'll need that dagger of yours too." Rumple shakes his head in slight amusement as the door closes. "Always keeps me on my toes."

Knocking on Snow's apartment door David answered the door starting to close it but I stop it with my foot calling out. "I'm here to see Henry, please." He opened the door for Henry to get to his feet hugging me and I hug him back. "Hey kid. I want your theory on something." Showing him the book I opened it to the page I marked pointing to it. "I only read a little of it and I'm not sure it will work. Rumple told me that he poured the potion into the wishing well in the woods. This book talks about magic running through water." Henry reads over the pages then glancing to the burnt hat that took his family.

"What does Gold say about it?" He asked as I pull out one of the table chairs sitting down. "He's working on it. But I'm here to get your opinion." Intertwining my hands together I sigh watching him flipping through pages. "Henry I uh - feel like I should apologize. For my cursed self eating the apple, for not-" My phone vibrates so I answered hearing Rumple's voice. "You're brother wants you and Henry to come here. He's got a risky plan to message your family." Grabbing my coat we ran to the pawnshop seeing the spinning wheel out in the back room. David stares at me as I dropped my coat needing to know the plan. "I'm going to go under a sleeping Curse." The book in my hands patted onto the floor hearing him saying it. He's literally going under a curse I went under by accident, has he lost his mind.

"Rumple, my brother hasn't been there. Why not put me under." For probably the first and only both boys said in unison. "Hell no!" Holding up my hands in surrender Rumple walks to the spinning wheel as I stepped to my brother. "David, please let me do this. Henry and I have already been under before. And - look if it's about Rumple having to kiss me is that such a small annoyance-" He cuts me off crossing his arms over his chest. "It's not about that - well not entirely. I don't want to put you or him I'm danger. I have faith Snow will wake me when I see her." Dropping my hands to my sides I throw my head back I groaned eyeing the spinning wheel when my boyfriend started explaining. "You're about to join a quite distinguished club, Mr. Nolan. Before such innovations as the apple, back when the sleeping Curse first came to be, a more direct method was required. Through blood. By pricking one's finger on the needle of a spinning wheel, one falls under the spell."

My brother pricks his finger and falls back onto the bed. Seconds later he remained that way meaning something went wrong. Henry hopes he will wake up as Rumple shook his head no making me cover my mouth in horror. He and Regina talked in the front of the shop for far too long that I cared for. Grabbing my phone I texted the dwarfs telling them to come see him. Henry and I race through the woods with me carrying my sword probably gonna have to fight. "Y/n, it's going to be Cora and trust me she'll kill you." Rumple warned about to raise his hand towards me watching me raise my sword. Regina holds Henry back and I ran forward but Rumple waved his hand wrapping a vein around my ankle. Slicing it with my sword Henry ran forward and she grabbed him again to where he tells her to have faith. Regina ended up saving the both of them.

Bursting into his shop Snow pressed her lips to my brother's and just as it happened before he gasped waking from the curse. They kissed for a few more minutes before I moved the curtain seeing Rumple he doesn't look me in the eye until I'm standing in front of him. "I believe I owe you an apology lass." Scoffing at his words I slam my sword on the glass countertop not caring that it cracked a little. "You owe me more than that. I deserve a freaking explanation. I asked for your help not for you nearly kill my niece and sister in law!" He taps the end of his cane thinking of his next words. "I should've listened to you. If I had then you wouldn't be upset-" Stomping my foot on the wooden floor u growled. "Upset isn't even close, Rumple. I'm fucking furious with you!" He started to speak when everyone came from the backroom passing us. My brother halted in his tracks glancing back at me. "Y/n, we're going to Granny's. You coming?" Not looking at Rumple I loop my arm through my brother's smiling and he mirrors it whispering. "We need to talk you and I. Try and get back to what - how close we were." Laying my head on his shoulder he closed the door having us stroll down to Granny's finally having our family back together.

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