#the smartest thing they can do is just lay it out down rn in front of those they trust

[flufflepuffle296]

Heathers au: Beautiful Songfic

This is more centred around Veronica/Marinette so not really any mentions of Heather/Heather/Heather. Sorry if someone’s done this before I apologise I just got into Heathers like two days ago. Also I changed some lyrics and took others out to make it more “realistic”. Sorry I suck at endings, it’s 5:30am rn and this is my first fic so be nice please! (I’m on mobile so I can’t add the keep reading tag so sorry if you don’t like this) xxx

I brushed down my dress: I couldn’t give them anything to criticise me over. Everything had to be perfect. I had to be perfect. Chloé sat next to me, my beautiful fiancée, slipping on her kitten heels. She may be 3 months pregnant but no Bourgeois woman would be seen wearing flats. I was in a red floor length a line dress — I grew out of my childish pink years ago, before it even went out of fashion! My hair was twisted into two plaits that were knotted together into a stylish bun at the back. Chloé meanwhile had stuck to her white and gold aesthetic, currently in a slim fitting white dress, showing off her small baby bump, decorated with gold jewellery. I rummaged through my drawers, trying to find a lipstick, when a thin book toppled out. I picked it up, and laughed fondly when I saw what it was.

My old Collège and Lycée diary.

I flipped through it, landing on the page that stuck most clearly in my mind. It was the day my class reminded me of my current reality at that time, shocking me out of a bubble that had surrounded me during the summer holidays that year.

September 1st, 1989.

Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but—here we are! First day of senior year!

And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself—what happened?

I bit my lip. What happened? I knew darn well what happened. Lila Rossi. She came in, flaunting her friendships and connections, a new disability every other week to cry about, another rumour about me coming out every 3 days.

Alya ended our friendship, Adrien continued to cry about Lila’s feelings. Lila just kept doing what she did best. The class gave up on changing my mind and instead decided that calling me names would be better. Because logic?!

“Freak!” “Slut!” “Burnout!” “Bug-eyes!” “Poser!” “Lard-ass!” Were the insults they liked to yell daily. Yeah, they weren’t the most creative...

We were so tiny, happy and shiny. Playing tag and getting chased. Singing and clapping, laughing and napping. Baking cookies, eating paste.

Nino and Kim used to come over to the bakery when we were kids, where we’d gorge ourselves on sweets, before celebrating our sugar rushes by chasing each other in the park and then crashing on my sofa, cuddled in blankets and laying on top of each other.

Then we got bigger, that was the trigger. Like the Huns invading Rome. Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school: This is the Thunderdome. Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon. College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June!

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful...Just not today.

I scoffed at my optimism back then. Them changing? They never did, I don’t know why I bothered trying at that point. I should’ve moved on but hey! We all make mistakes. It’s just that sometimes you make 11 friendships worth of mistakes.

“Freak!” “Slut!” “Cripple!” “Homo!” “Homo!” “Homo!”

I cringed as I read their old “insults”. They would write homophobic messages across my locker, getting Alix to spray paint a few slurs across my work after I came out as bisexual.

Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. Wake from this coma, take my diploma. Then I can blow this town. Dream of ivy-covered walls, no smoky French cafés. Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze!

I had purposefully sent out applications to universities far away from these people, from Paris. All three schools accepted me, something I can’t say about my classmates, most of whom were rejected for essays on false information (sourced by Lila) and a quick scan over the Ladyblog meant not a single newspaper would even consider my ex-best friend. Gabriel Agreste, as I later found out through my internship in America, had to bribe several schools with double tuition to get even one to accept Adrien, after he got exposed as sexual harasser and disgraced hero “Chat Noir”. I turned back to my diary, having to peel off rock hard gum from the page that someone had smeared in “revenge”.

Le Chiên Kim. Third year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick.

“What did you say to me, skank?” He would yell, his fist raised in the hallway.

“Aah, nothing!” I then cowered. I may be Ladybug, but he was 150lbs of pure rage. No one can compete with that!

But I know, I know... Life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, For a better way. We can be beautiful...

“Marinette! Wide load! Honnnnnk!”

He was the smartest guy on the football team. Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.

“Hey! Pick that up! Right now!”

“I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?” He used to snarl, his hands covered in sauce from knocking my tray.

I stood my ground, I had been practising for this moment. “Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on me. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant.”

Kim then smirked, crouching down to eye level and pressing a finger to my forehead. “You have a zit right there...” he pointed out, causing the cafeteria to laugh at my expense.

I used to ask myself “Why... Why do they hate me?”

And hear Adrien whisper “Why don't I fight back?”

Watch as Max Googled “Why do I act like such a creep?”

Listen in on Lila stamping her feet in the bathroom asking “Why won't he date me?” Clearly frustrated.

Kim panicking as he wondered “Why did I hit him?”

And Chloé sob down the phone “Why do I cry myself to sleep?”

I would stay up late, screaming, begging. At my lowest points I would cry out “Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! Somebody save me! Send me a sign, God! Give me some hope, here! Something to live for!”

I remember when I first met my real friends. The famed trio had gone into the bathroom and I followed after them, clearly my throat.

“Who are you?”

“Uh... Marinette Dupain Cheng. I crave a boon”

“What boon?” Chloé asked, filing her nails.

“Um. Let me sit at your table, at lunch. If our class think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone...”

Chloé threw her nail file out and began circling around me, running her hands through my hair, commenting that “For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure!” Before coming to a conclusion.

“And ya know, ya know, ya know? This could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss, and we're on our way. Get this girl some blush; and Kagami, I need your brush. Let's make her beautiful.” Sabrina and Kagami, chimed in, echoing her words.

“Let's make her beautiful...”

“Let’s make her beautiful...”

“Make her beautiful...Okay?” Chloé ordered, dragging me out with Kagami and Sabrina, driving me to her hotel. They sat me down, taking my hair out of its bunches and brushing it out. Kagami painted my nails a deep navy with surprising precision, manning my cuticles. Sabrina twirled my hair into a high bun, leaving a few pieces at the front to frame my face. Chloé came back from her wardrobe, throwing a blue blazer and grey skirt at me. I changed into my outfit for them, to which they clapped their hands in glee. They dragged me back to school, taking in everyone’s reactions to the new and improved me. This became my new daily outfit for the rest of the year — the class couldn’t find anything bad about it, and even if they did Chloé would threaten them with her father’s power.

I was happy with my squad. Kagami taught us Japanese and Chloé taught us American English that she’d picked up from her mother. I taught them self defence, under the guise of learning it from my mum, unknowingly training them for the day I would rip Chat Noir’s miraculous from him, before slamming it into Kagami’s palm. I needed help that day, so thrust them bee and the fox miraculous at Chloé and Sabrina respectively. They became permanent heroes, Kagami under the name “Noirette”, Chloé under the new guise of “Buttercup” and Sabrina “Renard Rouge”. Akuma attacks have never lasted more than 15 minutes since we got rid of that alley cat, and we’ve been closing in on Hawkmoth recently.

I shook my head, snapping the crude book shut, throwing the diary in the bin. Today was going to be the day I made peace with all that happened, our 10 year school reunion. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna make up with anyone, just that I will finally leave everything behind. I found my lipstick and smeared on the crimson lip, smacking my lips together. I grabbed my clutch and helped Chloé stand up, though she wobbled a little in her heels. I slid her miraculous into her updo, blowing a kiss at her as to not ruin her makeup.

We met up with Kagami and Sabrina in the hallway, Kagami in a wine red suit with gold jewellery, and Sabrina was in emerald green to compliment her red hair. We stepped into the limo awaiting us outside and set off, arriving at the school 10 minutes later. We walked up the steps, hitching up our dresses and arrived in the courtyard. It had been lit up with fairy lights, with stands of food and drinks scattered around the court. Our old classmates were huddled in small groups, whilst Mlle. Mendeleiev’s was in a large group, enjoying each other’s company after 10 years apart.

No one noticed us, until Rose pointed at me and whispered “Who’s that with Chloé?” The group turned to stare at us, trying to place my face. Adrien looked up from talking to Lila, who seemed to be flaunting a rather tacky Gabriel engagement ring, and whispered,

“Marinette?!”

The class began gossiping amongst themselves, “Marinette? Marinette? Marinette?!”

I ignored them, their childish ways were behind me, and walked up to Aurore and Mireille, fawning over their relationship. They turned Kagami, asking her about her life and squealing over her Olympic medal for fencing. I grinned as I watched my old class, happy that they had moved on from each other — well apart from Alya and Adrien, who were still hooked on Lila. I was finally, content! I thought back on my diary, one particular paragraph standing out to me at this time.

And you know, you know, you know, life can be beautiful. You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way! Ask me how it feels, lookin' like hell on wheels...My God, it's beautiful! I feel so beautiful... And when you're beautiful...It's a beautiful frickin' day!

Chloé boasted my achievements, my business, my awards, and the entire of Mendeleiev’s class started chanting “Marinette! Marinette! Marinette!”, much to my embarrassment. I boasted her’s in return, Sabrina revealed how far she’d come as a lawyer, Kagami swung her prized sword from side to side as she listened to us all catching up, laughing at the memories.

It really was a beautiful day.

[mackdaddynate]

hurt less: cale makar

Note: this is completely self-indulgent, as well as the first thing I’ve finished in over a year so enjoy! And remember to check in on your homies, things are hard rn <3

Warnings: a lot of anxiety

Cale’s key unlocking the front door woke you from your nap. It was dark now, and the crisp autumn air of Denver rushed through the open window behind you.

“Hey babe,” he said, setting his keys on the counter and walking over to the couch to kiss your forehead.

“Hey,” you managed to say. The words came out much softer than you expected.

“Sorry to wake you. Room for one more?” he asked, gesturing to the couch.

You nodded, rubbing your eyes. You sat up only to lay right back down, resting your head in his lap. He absentmindedly began playing with your curls, gently twisting them around his fingers.

“Cale, what time is it?”

“7:30ish, I think.” He double-checked his phone and nodded to confirm. “Feeling okay?”

He would’ve had to have been wildly unobservant to not notice your tossing and turning before falling asleep or the way you found yourself gasping for air in the middle of the night. You were anxious about pretty much everything recently, and it became nearly unbearable at night, when all you wanted to do was sleep and forget. When it happened last night, he just pulled you closer to him, rubbing your back until everything slowed down again. There’s no way he didn’t feel your heart hammering in your chest, but you’d planned to blame it on a nightmare.

You didn’t want to be struggling, but you really didn’t want to interfere with Cale’s shortened off-season. He was supposed to be relaxing, not keeping track of the bags under your eyes that somehow kept getting even puffier.

“Yeah, just tired. Classes have been a lot of work,” you said.

He sighed, so heavily that you could feel his sharp exhale from your spot in his lap.

“You know you can tell me the truth.”

You cursed yourself for forgetting that Cale has always been able to read your emotions like a book. And you usually thought it was sweet that the two of you knew each other so well, but this time you felt more like a burden.

You turned to look at him, and his brows were furrowed. As soon as he looked back at you, your eyes welled with tears. His features immediately softened. He put your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean- “

“No, you’re right, I should explain myself. I know you’re just worried.”

He nodded as you wiped the first batch of tears away, knowing that there were more where that came from. He was still holding onto your hand, now rubbing little circles with his thumb.

“Sorry, I- I kind of just feel like I’m running on empty but as soon as I try to give myself a break, I’m too stressed to enjoy it. And classes are hard, but I’m more scared that I have no idea what I’m doing with my life. And it’s like I’ve got nothing to look forward to right now and I just wake up so exhausted and it feels like I’m living the same day over and over again.”

You’d been focusing your eyes on the ceiling, tears falling harder now. He brushed them away with his thumb.

“Come here.”

He pulled you into his lap and held you. You wrapped your arms around him, tucking your head into his chest and holding on for dear life. You knew he was going to have your tears all over his sweatshirt, but the only thing you could focus on at the moment was trying to breathe.

“I’m really sorry,” you struggle to say between sobs.

“Just breathe with me for a bit, okay?” He guided you through some inhales and exhales until your breathing was a bit more stable. “Now look at me,” he said, gently tipping your chin up.

“For what it’s worth, you’re the smartest person I know and I’m really proud of you. And I know I won’t fix everything, but I guess I just have to spoil you a little more than usual right now. I want to take care of you, you know? Otherwise I’d kind of be a shitty boyfriend,” he said, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen onto your face behind your ear.

You giggled, “Yeah well, you’re not shitty if I don’t ask for help.” It really was a relief to tell someone, especially your favorite person.

“Tell me sooner next time, yeah? Did you eat today?”

“Mmmm… barely.” You got nauseous when you were anxious, which sucked, but it was cute that he remembered.

“How about a sandwich? And maybe some tea?”

You nodded, “Thanks baby.”

“You gotta let me out first though.” He tapped your shoulder to get you off of him, but not without kissing your forehead first. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Even right now?”

“Even right now,” he said, grinning.

He returned to the couch with your sandwich, tea, and a big glass of water before you knew it. He wrapped his arm around you and inched closer to your side of the couch.

“Cale, I’m super sorry about earlier. Thanks for putting up with me.”

“Hey, don’t apologize. I sort of can’t stay away from you, and you do have a few redeeming qualities.”

“Shut up,” you say, laughing between mouthfuls. After a few more minutes you finish off your food. “Can we watch a movie from bed?”

“Lead the way.”

You head into the other room and immediately flop down on your bed, with Cale immediately doing the same. You curled up next to him, your feet tangled with his and your head on his chest. You got around 20 minutes into the movie before your eyes were drooping. You knew Cale was teasing you, but you didn’t really have the words to stand up for yourself.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said softly, words heavy with sleep. He laughed at you once again, before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“God, you’re adorable.”

[artificialqueens]

I Can Feel it Through the Screen, Chapter 1 (Branjie) - Kiyo

A/N: first time writing Branjie so, seeking criticism xD. This is a Lesbian AU. And hopefully I'll have chapter 2 done quick if you like it.

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tick...tock...tick...tock

The clock hung on the wall kept ticking, each of them sounding longer than the other whilst Brooke Lynn mindlessly walked around her living room whilst the tv played some late night show presented by another old white dude. Sighing deeply, she finally sat on her couch.

Brooke could already feel herself slowly falling asleep when she sunk into the cushions. The seconds passed by, the TV finally turning off on it's own due to the lack of interaction, finally her apartment was completely silent, nothing but her own breathing could be heard yet she found it hard to relax and fall asleep.

Not that she tried to relax or was able to, Brooke was hyper fixated on everything in the darkly lit room, she couldn't stop herself. The only source of light being the moon shinning through her open window, the curtains floating slightly by the cold breeze entering, sending slight chills down the blonde's spine...

Brooke finally layed down, her head resting on her firm couch pillow, already hurting her neck. Once again, Brooke managed to find something wrong and it stressed her out. "Ugh.." She groaned, sitting up again, her eyes barely able to stay open as she reached for her phone that was promptly set upside down on the glass table placed infront of the couch.

She switched her phone on, slightly blinded by the light coming from it, rubbing her eye's with her free hand before proceeding to unlock it, typing the very original password '100386'.

And too Brooke's expectations, she'd received no texts, which was the only releaving thing she'd seen tonight. Not having to deal with anybody, as of right now was truly a blessing, that was until she opened instagram, seeing '16 DMs' at the top right corner of her screen, sighing, not knowing why she hadn't expected this, clicking on the little paper plane icon, seeing that 6 of those messages where from Yvie. '45 minutes ago', moment's like these, Brooke Lynn realized that muting instagram notifications wasn't exactly the smartest choice.

'Well, great.' Brooke Lynn thought to herself, sighing before beginning to read them.

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Yvie Oddly: Brooke, do you still have those rings you showed me?

Yvie Oddly: Damn, you must be sleeping.

Yvie Oddly: nevermind about the rings, I found soething

Yvie Oddly: ****something

Yvie Oddly: I suck at typing

Yvie Oddly: Tell Vanessa I'm too busy to come over tomorrow, thanks, sry to bother u lmao

-

Right, Vanessa had planned this little party with a few of her friends, calling it 'Vanjie night', Brooke wasn't invited to it because it was suppose to be just Vanjie and her friends, and apparently the reason Brooke couldn't come was that they didn't want Branjie to be acting all cuddly and lovey dovey if they we're to come over. Brooke found it stupid, really, but she didn't protest, it wasn't that deep anyway, not that she wanted to go to thay stupid hang out party anyway.

-

Brooke Lynn Hytes: Sure, I'll tell her.

-

Brooke replied before throwing her phone at the other side of the couch before realizing she probably needed to text Vanessa now. Great- with a loud huff accompanying the action, Brooke reached for her phone again. Unlocking it and going back on Instagram. Seeing Vanessa was online, thank god, she wouldn't need to wait forever for her to respond.

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Brooke Lynn Hytes: Hey, Yvie said she'd be too busy to go to your little party.

VANESSA VANJIE MATEO: Oh, aight, she could've just texted me instead of bothering you, sorry boo <3, anyways, how u doing? I didn't get my usual hearts accompanying yo texts, u actin weird blondie

Brooke Lynn Hytes: Sorry, just a little tired, I forgot to put them. 💞💘💖💗

VANESSA VANJIE MATEO: I feel your negativity through my screen, whats up? I know this is not some tired story bullshit

Brooke Lynn Hytes: im just stressed, dont worry about it.

VANESSA VANJIE MATEO: wait... since when do u put ponctuations on ur texts- call me rn

Brooke Lynn Hytes: babe, im tired.

VANESSA VANJIE MATEO: And im worried, call me.

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Brooke ran her fingers through her hair, sighing, already feeling her stress getting worse as now she needed to call Vanessa, she was well aware that her girlfriend was only worried about her but it still freaked her out, why did she have to be stupid? She could've just put the damn hearts and said nothing more but knowing Vanessa, she would've still known Brooke was out of it, she always knew.

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Incoming video chat from VANESSA VANJIE MATEO

Brooke answered, looking at the screen with a tired expression, seeing Vanessa laying in bed, most likely the lamp on her bed side table providing the little amount of light shinning on her tanned features. "Hey." Brooke Lynn smiled weakly, standing up to walk next to her window, getting some of the moonshine onto her, trying to be bare visibly.

"Hey, twinkle toes." Vanjie giggled, squinting her eyes to try and see Brooke a little better. "I can barely see you, turn on a light or something."

"The light hurts my eyes, I've been trying to sleep for the past hour." Brooke replied in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Could've said that without the attitude but aight." Vanessa replied jokingly, hearing Brooke sigh. "Oh, you're stressed, stressed." She remarked, pursing her lips together and trying to think quickly of something to say but Brooke Lynn unexpectedly spoke up.

"I don't know, everything is stressing me out right now, even the dumbest things like my pillow's firmness." Brooke explained, earning another look of concern from her partner. "I just wanna sleep but I can't, like, the couch is uncomfortable but I don't want to sleep in my bed for some reason." Brooke didn't know why she felt like this sometimes. There we're moment where there we're strange things she suddenly couldn't do for a certain amount of time or else she'd get stressed.

"You're having one of those stress episodes again? You really need to go to a therapist boo, seriously, thats not normal." Vanessa pointed out but that didn't seem to help Brooke right now. "What if I came by and picked you up so you can sleep over at mines tonight? Would you like that?" She asked and Brooke stayed silent.

"I have mushy pillows, they're so soft, I know you love em." She giggled, getting a little reaction from Brooke, that sweet smile Vanessa loved to see. "Sure, pick me up." Brooke chuckled, walking over to the light switch, turning on the light so Vanessa could finally see her clearly.

"You look so pretty~" Vanessa smiled, sitting up in her bed. "I just wanna kiss you." She said. "You can kiss me later." Brooke replied, getting a knowing glance from her girlfriend, making Brooke laugh. "You need to make thay face again just so I can screenshot it and make it your profile picture in my phone." Brooke cackled, making Vanjie break out into laughter as well.

"When you're here, you can take a picture, it'll be prettier than a screenshot. Anyhow, I'm gonna put some pants on and come pick you up." Vanjie said. "Alright, baby, see you later." Brooke Lynn blew a kiss and winked before hanging up.

-

She felt excited to get away from her apartment, or maybe just excited to see her girlfriend, a mix of both...but that didn't really matter. She was excited.

Brooke power walked to her bathroom, looking at herself through the mirror, she actually looked decently good, maybe a little tired but that was normal after taking five 5 minute long naps.

And quicker than she expected, she heard a ring st her door bell, smiling to herself, Brooke made her way to the front door, unlocking it and opening the door to see Vanessa with a big smile in her face. "Hey bitch~"

"Hi baby." Brooke giggled, hugging the shorter girl tightly, pressing her face against her chest. "I know im short but that's no excuse to shove my face in your tits- not that I mind but still." Vanessa snickered. Looking up at Brooke Lynn who kissed her forehead. "Sorry, I was just happy to see you." Brooke smiled.

"I can tell." Vanessa laughed. "Oh, shut it." Brooke rolled her eyes before letting go of Vanessa, breaking the embrace. "Sure." Vanessa giggled, holding Brooke's hand. "How about i take you home now, malady." Vanessa winked. "You're painfully cringy." Brooke replied monotonely. "And you're a pain in the ass, let's go."

"I might be but you still love me." Brooke smiled smugly. "Of course, I love you, dumbass." Vanessa said. "Kiss me and then we can go." Brooke chuckled, receiving a quick peck on the lips from Vanjie. "Hey~ I said kiss, no lt peck." Brooke Lynn whined. "Fine."

Vanessa sighed, cupping Brooke Lynn's face and kissing her softly, feeling Brooke's hands go to her waist, pulling her closer but  Vanjie broke the kiss. "Not that kissing on your door step bothers me but I'd rather do that in a comfy bed." Vanessa giggled. "Right." Brooke chuckled. "Let's go."

[ciel2411]

Chapter #1

*In hushed voices *

"Team Gama, have you completed the task?"

*through the intercom*

  " Yessir, we have removed all the enemy's weapons. "

" Good. Now stay at the back and terminate any enemy fleeing from the front. We'll now attack."

"Actually I would like to send the rest of team gama to help at the front. The two of us can surely handle here."

"Fine then. I know I don't need to worry bout you two." the squad leader replies without hesitation.

" Roger that!"

The squad leader puts down their walkie talkie.

"Team Beta, ready??"

"Yessir!!"

"Okay 1, 2.....and 3!!!"

BOOOMM!!!

The sound of a grenade is followed by the sound of people screaming and panicking. It signified that now the enemies were alert.

"THROW THE SMOKE GRENADES!!!"

A wave of grenades land on the enemy's territory. The grenades start emitting smokes blocking the enemy's view of the troops invading.

The squad leader signals the troops to move forward with their hands.

Everyone quickly marches towards the fog determined to kill and not to get killed. Soon the sound of guns being fired fills the silence of the night. The air is now tainted with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

A panicking man comes running out of a door only to be greeted with smoke and zero visibility. He sees a flash of purple sweep through the smoke and the next thing he knows, he couldn't breathe. He slowly moves his hands down towards his abdomen which feels abnormally warm. When he lifts his hand again, he sees his hands are tainted with blood and soon his head touches the ground.

The girl with purple locks takes out her walkie talkie as she walks past the corpse.

"Block one cleared. The enemies are escaping from the back. Team Gama take action."

"Roger that."

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(ಠ⌣ಠ) character introduction(ಠ⌣ಠ)

UENA

Code: B125

Team: Beta

Position: Squad leader

Speciality: coming up with great strategies for missions.

Being the squad leader, yes she is responsible. Loves the colour purple a little too much. Is like the mom and cares deeply for everyone. Sensitive to tickles. Is serious and strict but the others bring the wild factor out of her.

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Just as she turns around a man lunges at her with a knife. He was too near for her to dodge him so she tries to block the attack with her hands, but just as she raises her hands, the person's right cheek is met with a strong fist which sends him right across the ground.

Her saviour then shoots three holes in the person's chest making sure he's dead.

" I think the squad leader needs to be more aware of her surroundings." The red-haired boy winks at Uena.

"That's why you always have my back." She winks back at him.

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(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ Character introduction (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

WILD

Code: B197

Team: Beta

Speciality: close combat

If you could describe him in one word then it would be 'FLIRT', that's all. Is a crackhead most of the time but can be serious sometimes. Popular among girls. Cracks jokes at serious times and has great physical strength.

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"Shall we go and help them at the back?" Wild asks her.

"Nah. They will kill us instead if we interrupt their so-called 'game'" Uena quotes the word game with her fingers.

Wild chuckles " Yes, last time they nearly did."

*At the back with team gama*

"Block one cleared. The enemies are escaping from the back. Team Gama take action."

"Roger that." The black-haired girl with a pixie cut puts down her walkie talkie. "Ok bitch this time I'm gonna win for sure. Mark my words."

"We'll see." The blonde girl raises an eyebrow and starts moving ahead as she lifts her rifle near her chest.

A man comes running from behind a building but soon sees the two and tries running back. The blonde places her finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.

"BANGGGG!!!"

The man's body falls lifelessly on the ground. A pool of red slowly surrounding him. The girl with blonde hair realises that she hasn't pushed on the trigger yet.

"Too late sweetie. Gotta speed up or you gonna get killed at this rate." The girl with a pixie haircut blows the smoke away from her gun as she speaks.

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Character introduction ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

XAN

Code: G313

Team: Gama

Speciality: quick reflex

Curses so much that one time she cursed a senior on the face (the consequences weren't that good you could say). The oldest among the group but doesn't act like one. Was the one to secretly teach the youngest members of the squad to swear. Has dark humour. In love with Xela.

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"You know what? Fuck this! Imma do it my way." The blonde drops her guns and pulls out two long swords from her back.

"Now that's better." She smirks as she runs towards more people charging at her.

Her sword goes right thru the neck of the first man she clashes with. She then jumps and locks her legs around the head of another person making them stumble and fall to the ground. Another man tries attacking her at the same time but before he knew it her sword pierces right through his abdomen and the person behind him.

"THAT'S 4/1 !!! YOU SURE YOU GONNA WIN ??" She shouts to Xan at the back.

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Hope

Code: G410

Team: Gama

Speciality: Sword or Knife handling.

The type of person who looks like they couldn't kill a fly but when in reality it's just the opposite. A kind and friendly soul but will lose all her kindness when she gets her hands on her swords.

In other words, don't judge a book by its cover:)

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The both of them continue their 'game' as they slaughter every single person in their sight. They kept track of their kills so whoever would have more kills at the end would win.

Xan kicks the person in front of her so he falls on his knees. She places the tip of the gun on his forehead as he opens his mouth to speak.

"Fuck you bitc- BAAMMM!!!" The bullet pierced thru his skull.

"You speak too slow." She says as she slightly pushes his head with the tip of her boot and his limp body now falls to the ground.

She turns around but a bullet goes right across her vision and pierces the left eye of the man just beside her who was ready to hit her with a scythe.

The man dropped cold on the ground.

She looks in the direction from where the bullet came. It was from a building a few meters away.

She talks into her intercom with a nervous smile, "Didn't that nearly kill me, babe?"

"BITCH IF I HADN'T DONE THAT YOU WOULD BE DEAD BY NOW!!!! AND WOWWW I DON'T EVEN GET A THANKYOU !! "

"I'm sorr-"

"YOU KNOW WHAT ?? GO KEEP FLEXING YOUR MOVES. I WON'T SAVE YOUR ASS ANYMORE  SINCE IM NOT EVEN GETTING A THANKYOU!!!"

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XELA

Code: B110

Team: Beta

Position: Sniper

Speciality: Accurate Shooting

You know how this is gonna start with the word 'SHORT'(cuz fact is fact don't react). Has been dating Xan for three years now. Is literally the sweetheart of the gang. Loves pandas. Usually get teased on by Ciel (the one who's writing this rn ;))for her short height.

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"Woww the audacity of that brat to say that after I just save her life." She complains to no one in particular.

She tucks her blue hair behind her ear and continues to shoot people from her hideout.

She suddenly hears the sound of someone's boots coming towards her. She quickly pulls out a handgun and points it towards the person.

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down there. It's just me shorty."

Xela relaxes as she realizes it's just her dumbass squadmate.

"Weren't you supposed to be with the others?"She asks him.

"Those two dumbfucks wanted to play their stupid games again and sent the rest of the team to the front. I knew pretty well that the front didn't need that much help so I decided to protect you instead since you'd be alone."He replied as he casually sat down and drank the energy drink that Xela had kept for herself.

"I'm sorry you don't need to worry about me. No enemy can ever find my hideouts." Xela gives a cocky smile.

"OH really??" He raises an eyebrow. "Then what about them?" He points behind him.

Xela's vision follows the direction of his fingers only to see a pile of dead bodies laying coldly on the floor.

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JUSTICE

Code: G687

Team: Gama

Speciality: Martial arts

Has anger issues and usually a hothead but cares deeply for his squadmates. Wouldn't say he is the smartest out of everyone but has good instincts. Loves challenging people for random things out of nowhere.

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" Team Gama reporting. The enemy's base has been cleared. But it seems that a bunch of  them have escaped through the tunnels and are escaping in jeeps." Xela reports.

" I guess the  alpha team members can handle that, so you guys hurry up and come back to the front."

The Uena tells everyone to assemble back.

*some miles away*

"Are you sure no one followed us?" The man asks breathlessly.

" Yes, no one could ever find that tunnel." The other one replied.

"We need to soon report it to our headquart-"

The man stops mid-sentence as they hear a loud noise coming from above them. No doubt it was a helicopter.

The man beside him takes his head out of the window to look at the helicopter but as soon as that, his body is torn in half by a shower of bullets. The other people inside the jeep are horrified by the sight in front of them.

"HURRY UP AND DRIVE FASTERR!!!!" one of them shouts. They all start panicking as showers of bullet start following their jeeps right behind them.

*above them inside the helicopter *

"Ahh ! 3 jeeps down!" The brunette girl shouts.

She clicks the trigger but the bullets don't fire. She realizes the machine gun was out of bullets.

"Ahh not now."She clicks her tongue and pulls out something long and large from the trunk beside her. It was a shoulder missile launcher which she modified herself to fire 2 missiles instead of one. "Comeonn baby it's time to show what you can do." She pats the long tube and places it on her shoulders.

1....2...3....

BOOMMM!!!

"Now that's more like it." She looks at the ruins of the 6 jeeps she just blasted but doesn't smile.

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CIEL

(it's me bitches)

code: A114

team: Alpha

Speciality: Weapon handling and altering

The youngest and the sunshine of the squad.Has a hobby of customizing weapons to her will. Is the one who is friends with literally everyone (even people from other squads). Feels guilty after killing people during missions(even tho they are the enemy).

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"Is that all ?"She asks the person flying the helicopter.

"Nope, 4 more jeeps have escaped way up in the front." The silver-haired boy responds.

"Ohh ok."

"There they are." The boy pushes a certain button which Ciel notices.

"Wait no they aren't ready yet!!" She looks at the boy in disbelief. A sense of panic rising in her.

"Yes, they are. Ik the major didn't approve of this invention of yours cuz he is a dumbass but I have seen how hard you worked for it and let me tell you they're awesome!! Plus this the perfect time to test them."The girl's blue eyes glisten as she hears the boy's words.

As he pushed the button, two projections emerge out from either side of the helicopter, each projection loaded with a bunch of missiles. He targets the four jeeps running on the ground. A sign 'Target Engaged' displays on the screen and the boy pushes the button on the lever next to him.

4 missiles flare through the air and hit the 4 jeeps on the ground each. It produces a huge explosion. "DAMNNNN THAT WAS FUCKING COOOL CIELL!!!" The boy shouts.

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CHANCE

Code: A130

Team: Alpha

Speciality: can drive or fly literally anything, be it warcraft, battleship, tank etc.

Doesn't talk much and comes off as cold to people who don't know him but his squadmates know how much he cares about them. Ironically he is very good with words and is good at comforting and reassuring his loved ones. Very lazy. Good at reading people.

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"Team alpha reporting. Mission complete. I repeat, mission complete."

Uena informs everyone that the two did their job and now the mission was completed. Everyone sighs a breath of relief knowing that now they could return home and have a good rest.

After all, being a soldier is exhausting...

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[liesyousoldme]

can u do one where richies a punk kid skater boy and eddie is kinda snob and one day they end up at the same party (as teens obviously) and richie tries to get eddie to try weed and eddie at first is hesitant bc his mom would kill him and eventually eddie gives in and they do cute romantic stuff while high and they sneak off and smooch and cute fluffy stuff like that

yes lets do it. ok so warning for drug use obviously but other than that it’s sfw

ok so it’s really hard for me to picture richie as a punk?? like imagine that fuckin nerd with a foot-tall mohawk and chains on his leather pants and it’s honestly laughable. the guy was 1000000% grunge. he traded his hawaiian shirts for flannels and wears band shirts and ripped skinny jeans and converse and has perpetual bedhead

(beverly is grunge too in high school but honestly is that even relevant to this idk)

so eddie could definitely go the preppy route. polos and khakis and combed hair. he’s a little stuffy lbr

somehow though. somehow since basically the beginning of high school they’ve both had crushes on each other

they’ve been friends throughout high school bc of stan

stan and eddie are friends bc they were both the only freshmen on student council 

eddie doesn’t understand how stan is friends with richie bc richie’s so cool? even though he’s in their advanced classes he just seems so.. effortlessly cool in a way eddie just does not understand

but stan and richie have been besties for forever, in the way eddie and bill have been besties for forever

ANYWAY soearly on in freshman year, eddie and stan decide to study together after school, and eddie’s at stan’s house chilling when.. richie fuckin tozier just walks right in the front door?? doesn’t even knock he just goddamn walks in like he owns the place

and eddie’s like wide eyed expecting stan’s mom to start smacking this dirty looking kid with a fuckin broom but instead she’s like “oh richie dear!!! how are you!!!”

and richie’s like “hey mrs uris, i’m doing great, my mom says hi”

and eddie’s like …..literally what in the fuck is happening rn

but richie hangs out and he’s cool and funny (and loud and maybe talks too much for “studying” but eddie finds himself not minding?)

he calls eddie ‘eds’ and eddie pretends to hate it but that’s only bc it gives him butterflies

so they don’t sit together at lunch or in their shared classes but richie always makes sure to say hi to eddie or ruffle his hair or call him eds and leave eddie blushing

(because honestly richie has a crush on eddie too)

but neither of them do anything about it. for literal years.

it’s junior year and eddie is sitting with bill at lunch talking about what they’re going to do this weekend

when suddenly richie tozier appears out of no where and plops in the seat next to eddie

“hey eds, you busy tonight?”

“um.. no??”

richie throws an arm over his shoulder “well now you are. you too, big bill. bev marsh’s aunt is going out of town, so we’re having a small get together, cool people only”

“don’t know why you’d invite us then,” bill says pleasantly, but the smile on his face says that he’s excited

“what!!! eds here is the coolest chap i know!!!!”

“don’t call me eds” (but he’s 100% blushing)

“so i’ll see u there right?”

eddie tries not to smile but he’s very bad at not smiling in front of richie, even though he looks like he hasn’t showered in 4 days (he asked richie about this once. richie actually showers daily, but he uses Too Much Product on purpose to make it look like he just rolled out of bed hungover. it’s his Aesthetic, he claimed. eddie stopped asking questions after that) and eddie knows if his mother knew he was friends with someone like richie tozier she would have a literal heart attack, eddie just likes him

so he agrees.

he shows up that night and he’s nervous af

“bill. we’re gonna get there and he’s not even going to talk to me the whole night. this is stupid. we should just go home”

“shut up eddie”

they walk in and surprisingly there’s not a lot of people there??

they’re all in beverly marsh’s living room, drinking out of red solo cups like high school cliches, and there’s only about ten people, including bev, richie, and stan

so they come in and richie jumps up, all excited

“eds!!! you came!!!!!!”

and beverly snorts into her cup but richie ignores her and takes bill and eddie to the kitchen to get drinks

richie goes straight to the punch that eddie knows is spiked and shakes his head right away

“no sorry, i don’t drink”

“i do” bill says, letting richie fill a cup for him. he heads back to the living room, sending eddie a wink over his shoulder

eddie stands awkwardly, watches as richie grabs another cup

“i’m serious, richie, i don’t drink”

“you really need to try loosening up eds” richie tells him, but grabs him a soda from the fridge anyway

they go back to the living room and richie pats the spot on the couch next to him, so eddie sits and sips his soda

everyone’s talking and laughing eddie feels a little out of place but richie keeps making sure to include him in the conversation which is… nice.

in fact, richie is all around nice, and he’s got his arm over eddie’s shoulders, and eddie’s trying really hard to convince himself this isn’t a date (he’d hate to get his hopes up only to see richie making out with beverly marsh at the end of the night)

after a bit they decide to put a movie on, and everyone starts to get settled in, but richie grabs eddie’s hand and pulls him up off the couch

“where are we going”

“i have to show you something”

eddie’s slightly concerned but idk ur crush doesn’t grab your hand and invite you somewhere alone every day so

richie takes him down the hallway, past the bathroom and into beverly’s room

he’s a little offput by how… comfortable??? richie seems in bev’s bedroom

“are you and bev…dating?”

richie looks up at him from where he’d been digging through a backpack in the corner of the room

eventually he laughs

“me and bev?? fuck no. she’s my best friend”

“i thought stan was your best friend”

“i thought only being allowed to have one best friend was an elementary school thing, looks like we’re both wrong”

eddie rolls his eyes but then they widen when he sees what richie pulled out of the bag

“oh my god richie is that marijuana??????”

richie wiggles his eyebrows and sits on the floor

“sit down eds, your legs are gonna get tired”

eddie sits but he’s staring freaking out

he knows how bad weed is

his mom told him it’s a gateway drug

who  knows, by this time next week richie could be addicted to heroin or crack

so he tells him that

richie laughs at him as he rolls the joint

“you really need to loosen up, eds. and stop listening to ur fuckin mom, isn’t she the one that gave you a fuckin fake inhaler?”

eddie pauses. “…..that’s besides the point”

richie’s still laughing as he takes the first hit

“cmon eds, just take one hit. one won’t kill you, i promise”

richie’s got some fucking great puppy dog eyes and eddie is doing everything he can to avoid looking at them

“eds seriously. you’re wound so fuckin tight, i promise you’ll feel so good afterward. you’re so tiny you’ll need two fuckin hits to be high af”

“two?? yOU SAID ONe”

richie ignores eddie’s screeching and takes a second hit

“i mean u don’t have to. i’m happy just hanging out with you, but i thought it’d be nice for you to not be so anxious for a bit” richie finally says, shrugging. eddie sighs. he knows, logically, that his mother is crazy, that she exaggerates and that weed probably isn’t that bad for you (clearly, richie smokes it every weekend and is still one of the smartest kids in school) but he’s still scared

“are you sure nothing bad will happen?”

“promise,” richie says, then his eyes light up and he holds up his pinky. “PINKY promise”

eddie reluctantly interlocks his pinky with richie, then takes the joint

“alright. what do i do.”

ten minutes and a hit (and a half (his first try didn’t go so well)) later, eddie is feelin it. he’s loose, so loose in fact that he tells richie “hey rich..richie.. rich. i am loosey goosey.”

he takes another hit. “richie? there’s cotton balls inside my head.”

richie can’t stop giggling. he is admittedly feelin it too.

eventually, they’re both laughing, and eddie topples over onto richie, and somehow they start play wrestling. it’s very mild, as neither of them have the arm strength to actually move the other. it mostly just leads to them curled up together, legs and arms tangled

their giggles fade off, and eddie opens his eyes (when did he close them??) and richie’s face is right there, inches from his. he’s suddenly aware of richie’s breath on his lips and he gasps. 

he’s not sure which one of them actually moved but suddenly their lips are pressed together

it’s lazy and slow and tender and when they pull back, richie whispers “whoa”

“yeah” eddie whispers back

they lay down on the floor of bev’s bedroom, still pretty tangled up together, and richie laces their fingers together

it’s quiet for a minute, and then eddie starts giggling at nothing, and then richie starts laughing because eddie is laughing, and then richie leans over and kisses eddie again, harder this time, more passionate

“i’ve wanted to kiss you for three years, fuck”

eddie whimpers, grabbing at richie’s back and tangling a hand in his stupid hair that he works way too hard on

“me too”

eddie’s a little too high to keep moving his lips against richie’s, feeling pretty tired and chilled out, so richie moves down and mouths at his neck, shuddering at the feeling of eddie’s hands slipping under his shirt

he finally stops, but doesn’t go far. richie lets his head fall in the crook of eddie’s neck, his leg thrown over eddie’s waist. their hands find each other again, fingers interlocking

“isn’t bev gonna want her bedroom eventually” eddie asks after a few minutes

richie giggles

“she knows we’re in here”

“what”

“i kind of….. planned this???”

“what”

“i mean.. i invited u here and i wanted to try and see if you’d get high with me.. the making out was an unplanned surprise but i don’t think bev would be all that shocked”

“bev knows we’re making out?”

eddie’s brain is just.. not working very well and he doesn’t understand

“no she’s in the living room”

“i know”

“i dont know what you’re asking me eddie”

“me either”

and then they’re giggling again 

beverly finds them a few hours later after everyone’s left, cuddled up and fast asleep on her bedroom floor. she puts a blanket over them and turns off the light and decides to sleep on the couch

[nyangibun]

Prompts ? Modern AUs are my obsession rn .... maybe big brother rob trying to set up ha best friend and little sister. ??

Yesssss okay! 

Gonna do it from Robb’s POV so I hope it’s still fun to read. 

Gross But Cute: A Story of How Robb is the Best Big Brother Ever

In all honesty, this is the last thing Robb wants to be doing. He has exams coming up, a rugby tournament he needs to organise and a girlfriend he’d rather be snogging senseless. But his best friend is an idiot and so is his sister, so by virtue of the fact that he is clearly the smartest one out of their friendship group, Robb is resigned to playing matchmaker.

It’s a last resort.

If he could safely say the two idiots would be happy single, he’d probably leave it because the thought of his best friend anywhere near his baby sister is nauseating. It almost makes Robb want to punch Jon out of principle, and he might if Jon doesn’t get his head out of his arse soon, but he suspects if he lays a finger on the sullen man, Sansa would likely punch him in return. They’re fiercely protective of each other that way. It’s gross.

Robb remembers the first time he suspected there was more than just friendship between the two. Jon had gotten tackled so hard during an away game that he fractured a couple of ribs. He’d had to go to a hospital in Newcastle before being cleared to make the journey back to Edinburgh. When he got home, Sansa was already there waiting.

“You stupid, infuriating buffoon! Do you not know how to charge your phone?”

“Sans, can we do this later? I just want to lie down.”

“No! You can’t just… I can’t just get a text from Michael telling me you’re in the hospital and then nothing for the next six hours. That’s not fair!”

“I know… I’m sorry. I should’ve charged my phone. I should’ve called you.”

“Yes, you bloody should have!”

“Hey, hey, I’m okay now. Sansa, look at me, I’m fine. I’m here.”

“I’m not crying because I’m worried. I’m crying because I’m mad at you!”

“Really?”

“Fine, a bit of both… Just promise me you’ll always call, okay?”

“I promise.”

“Okay… Let’s get you to bed.”

Robb had had every intention of yelling at Jon because of course his idiot of a best friend would get seriously injured the one game he couldn’t attend, but after witnessing that exchange between Jon and Sansa, Rob decided he’d rather not be anywhere near the two for the next day or two.

As he wrapped his head around the idea of Jon and Sansa, he’d almost convinced himself that the feelings were completely one-sided and Robb was all ready to yell at Jon for leading his baby sister on, but then Sansa got a boyfriend and that changed everything. If Jon was broody before, he was even more of a fucking miserable sod for the next month. Robb wanted to kill him for being so annoying but he couldn’t really blame Jon. He hated Harry too, especially after they found out that Harry cheated on Sansa – which was why Robb did nothing when Jon punched Harry on a night out.

“You ever come near her again, I will break every bone in your pathetic body.”

“Fuck you! This is between me and Sansa.”

“There is no you and Sansa. You’re done. You’re fucking done, you got that?”

“… whatever.”

“No, you know what? It’s not whatever. You had her and you threw it away. How could you even do that? She’s… She’s Sansa. She’s fucking Sansa!”

At that point, Robb actually had to drag Jon away before the bouncers could come and kick them out. Frankly, he would have happily let Jon beat the living shit out of Harry but if he let the situation escalate any further and Sansa found out, she’d kill them both, and Robb’s not too ashamed to admit that he’s terrified of both of his little sisters. They’re terrifying women. They must have learned it from their mum. Catelyn Stark has made grown politicians cry, or so their dad likes to brag every now and then. Robb suspects it was probably one politician.

Now it’s up to Robb to sort these two out. If he doesn’t then they’re probably just going to continue to skirt around their feelings for one another and Robb hates that more than the thought of his best friend and sister getting together. At the end of the day, he does just want them to be happy and it’s clear that happiness for them is each other. It really is the grossest thing.

It’s easy to get Sansa to cook him dinner. She lives in a small flat in the city with her best friend, and thankfully Jeyne is more than happy to make herself scarce, which she says is ‘for the betterment of British society so that these two beautiful creatures can procreate and create more beautiful creatures.’ Robb may have gagged at that. If he can help it, none of his sisters will be procreating any time soon. And if they have to, it’ll be an immaculate conception. His nephew or niece will be the next saviour of the free world.

Once that is set, Robb makes his way to her flat to ‘oversee’ the cooking. Really though, while she’s busy in the kitchen, he goes about leaving candles all over the flat. Once he’s sure there’s enough, he texts Jon and sets his second step into motion.

Robb: Mate, we have a problem.

Jon: What’d you do now?

Robb: Why do you assume I did anything!

Jon: Because it’s you.

Robb rolls his eyes. Honestly, why is he bothering helping such ungrateful people?

Robb: Fuck off. This is serious. Jeyne told me that she heard Harry might be trying to win Sansa back.

There’s a long minute silence before his phone begins beeping with consecutive texts.

Jon: What does that even mean?

Jon: Does Sansa know? What is he going to do?

Jon: I’ll bloody kill that prick!

Robb smiles with the kind of mischievous glee he thinks he picked up from Arya. He almost wants to cackle but Sansa is in the next room and she’ll definitely be suspicious if he cackles.

Robb: Don’t know, mate. But I’m stuck at work. Can you just go to Sansa’s and make sure she’s okay for me? I don’t want the bastard showing up when she’s alone.

Jon: She’s alone? Where’s Jeyne?

Robb: She’s out of town for the weekend.

Jon: Okay, yeah. I’ll be right there.

Robb does let out a soft cackle this time as he gets up from the sofa where he’s been lounging. He pockets his phone and pokes his head into the kitchen. Sansa is draining spaghetti through a colander with her back towards him.

“Hey Sans, do you want some wine? I’ll pop out to the Bargain Booze for a nice bottle of red, yeah?”

“Sure, if you want,” Sansa answers absently. “I can’t drink much tonight. I have an early shift at the hospital tomorrow.”

“Cool. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Okay.”

Robb slips out from the flat and rounds the corner to hide. It takes Jon nearly twenty minutes to finally get there and when he throws open the flat door in a rush, Robb has a shit-eating grin on his face.

Much to his delight, if he presses his ear to the front door, Robb can easily hear the future couple talking inside.

“Sansa? Are you here?”

“Jon! What are you doing here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that Harry’s been trying to get back together with you?”

“What?”

“I could threaten him again. Evidently, the last time didn’t really get it through his thick skull.”

“Wait, what? Jon, what are you talking about?” A pause. “What do you mean, again?”

“Oh. Did… Did Robb not tell you about… Never mind, it’s nothing.”

“Jon Snow, what did you do?”

A longer pause and then a frustrated groan. “Look, Sans, he cheated on you! I couldn’t just let him get away with that, so I did what I had to.”

“Oh my god. You’re just as bad as Robb!”

Robb frowns, filing that away for later date when he can demand what the hell Sansa actually means by that, because frankly, he’s a great big brother. If he isn’t, would he be here right now trying to set them up? Of course not. He’s the best.

“I don’t need either of you to protect me. I’m not fifteen anymore. I can look out for myself.”

“I’m not saying you can’t but I’m always going to want to protect you. I can’t help it, okay? You’re you and… you deserve the best. You deserve better than someone like Harry.”

“I know that but if you keep scaring off every guy I try to date then who’ll that leave me with, Jon?”

Robb positively bounces on the balls of his feet, willing his best friend to step up. This is his chance. If he doesn’t bloody take it, Robb is definitely going to kill him.

“I… I don’t know. Is it wrong of me to think no one’s good enough for you?”

“No, but…”

There’s a long pause this time. At first, Robb thinks they’re speaking too softly for him to hear but he knows his best friend and he knows his sister. They’re at a crossroads and neither are brave enough to step forward.

“I hated seeing you with him, you know? Every time he touched you, I just wanted to hurt him, do anything to keep him away from you.”

“Jon.”

“Shit, I… I don’t know how to say this. I’ve never been good with this stuff. And I know, fuck I know that I don’t deserve you either, and I am honestly happy to just be in your life as your friend. It’s more than enough for me but… but it’ll kill me if I don’t say it.”

“Say what?”

“… that I love you. That I’ve been in love with you for as long as I’ve known you. I guess at first it was just a stupid crush. I mean you hated me for the longest time and for some reason I thought that was cute.” There’s a bark of laughter; even from outside a door, Robb can tell it’s self-deprecating. “But then we became friends and you started really talking to me and I got to watch you grow up and it’s like… there’s no one that even compares to you. No one as smart or as kind or as blindingly loyal. You’re it, Sansa.”

“God, we’re stupid.”

“Pardon?”

“You and me. We’re so stupid.” His sister laughs. “Because I’ve been in love with you for just as long and I thought you only saw me as a little sister. I didn’t… If I had known –”

 Sansa’s words are cut short, and for a small moment, Robb has to wonder why, but then there’s a loud thud against the door and suddenly, he’s far too aware of what’s happening on the other side. This is why he didn’t want to get involved. This is why the thought of his best friend and his little sister made – and still makes – him so nauseated.

When he hears a soft moan from the other side of the door, Robb immediately hightails it out of there, desperate to drown out that sound with as much alcohol as possible, because that’s his baby sister. That’s the little girl in pigtails he used to carry around on his back. And now she’s making out with his best friend, whom he’s once seen throw up on himself at sixteen.

As he races down the street and far, far way from the couple, Robb has to admit that he’s thrilled for those two. In a weird sort of way, he’s glad that at least they’re kissing each other and not anyone else because Robb knows that there isn’t a bloody thing Jon wouldn’t do for Sansa. He’d protect her with his dying breath if he had to and that to a big brother is like rain in a drought.

And Sansa is good for Jon too. She makes him smile more than anyone else, Robb included, and Jon needs that. His life hadn’t been easy growing up. A single mother and an absent father meant Jon had to grow up faster than most and his outlook on life has always been shadowed by that past, but when he’s with Sansa, it’s like none of that matters anymore. It’s good. Gross, but good, and Robb is happy for them.

He’s even happier that he can lord this over their heads for the rest of their lives. That’s definitely the best part.