#this is platonic but take it as you please im not a cop

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Living for the idea of Peter B. meeting Miguel and like

Peter learning about Miguel's Suit

You know how Peter is with his suit - VERY CASUAL

He likes to keep it comfortable. A loose pajama fit with a comfortable layer on top.

(Unlike Hobie who wears a FULL ENSEMBLE everyday for The Statement)

So Peter sees Miguel for the first time and he's like 'Heh, suits a bit tight ain't it?' just to poke fun at him. Y'know, lighten the mood.

Miguel says nothing of it, but then Peter looks closer for like 2 seconds and - what is that? Static??? ... Are those.. CRT lines??

And then Miguel pulls his mask back and suddenly Peter is like 'Wait.. WHAT IS THAT'

Miguel has to explain he's 'wearing' a digital suit - that it's not tight, it's just a protective projection of light-

And Peter just yells

"Wait.. you're telling me you're not wearing any clothes???

YOU'RE NAKED????'

And Miguel is like 'What? No I'm not.'

And Lyla is like 'Yeah he totally is.'

BECAUSE HE TOTALLY IS LOL

Peter is dressed for a sleepover and Miguel is barely dressed at all

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 62

shimmy shimmy anon - How about this, if Marc and y/n were to get into a fight, and Marc takes away her phone, y/n has an attitude, and Marc has had enough of it and snaps, idk mean like lashing out on her, I mean like raising his hands in the air and being all extra n shit, and when he raises his hands to go off and rant, y/n flights pretty bad, and before he goes off on a rant, he looks at her, and thinks about his mom, immediately stops, walks over to her, and asks if she's okay, y/n gets mad at him with tears running down her cheeks, ranting about how hard she's been trying to be a good daughter and saying Marc is not so different than her, and that he has no reason to be so upset, and storms off to her room, and about an hour later y/n is gone, they thought she ran off, but oh no..oh no they have NO IDEA what's about to happen. (Yiu don't have to write any of this btw)

-Love shimmer anon!🤗

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A/N : :/

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, mention of doctors, needles, mention of child abuse, mention of scars, mention of sex, bad words used at you (by you), allusions to SA (please do not read if it triggers you), cops, yelling, let me know if i missed anything.

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you heard muffled voices.

you didn't know whose, and you couldn't tell what they were saying.

your eyes were closed, and you didn't have the strength to open them.

"..because she knows my name- how did she know?" one of the voices says, and you somehow manages to peel your eyes open.

your hands were behind you, and it felt like they were bound together by webs.

you would know from experience.

the man from before who knocked your lights out looked down at you on the floor, seeing that you were awake.

he didn't have the mask on, and if you weren't loyal to casper you would definitely hit that.

what can you say? he's cute.

"oh my god what do we do? she's awake-"

"i can hear you" you interrupt his whispering.

now you notice the other person in the room, same suit and older face.

what the fuck was going on.

"okay- um hi? i'm- i'm peter. you already knew that" the younger one scolds himself, and you just blink.

"where am i?" you bluntly ask, seeing as the two weren't exactly a threat.

"uhhhh we can't tell you that..?" the younger of the two poses more of a question than a direct answer.

you simply blink up at them. "okay, so why am i here then?" you ask and the older one takes a breath.

"okay, not to freak you out- but we aren't.. from this universe" he starts and you make a face.

"this happened before, but we don't know why it happened again" he sighs.

you just close your eyes for a second and purse your lips."can i just go home?" you ask.

"i'm grounded and my dads are going to give me shit if i get back too late" you try to reason, and the older one nods, while the other shakes his head frantically.

"what? don't let her go! she could attack us!" he exclaims and you scoff.

"no. i won't" you send a fake smile to him while the older spider guy crouches down next to you to rip the webs from your wrists.

you bring them back in front of you, and stand up, the man next to you doing the same.

you just nod to yourself and look around, seeing a window so you head towards it.

"..wait-!"

you turn around, seeing the younger of the two coming towards you.

you stand your ground and just breathe in sharply.

"we are pretty far from where i-"

"from where you kidnapped me?" you ask with not a single emotion present on your face.

"yeah, sorry about that- anyways, do you need us to escort you back?" he asks and you scoff, hiding a smile.

"escort?"

"stop laughing"

"i'm not laughing"

"peter 2, tell her to stop laughing" he whines to the older man, who puts his hands up.

"and i thought my peter was annoying" you roll your eyes nodding your head to the window.

"just lead me there please" you decide, so the two go in front of you to exit first.

"hope you can keep up" the older of the two teases, climbing out the window and swinging away, leaving you and the other one to follow.

~~~

"this is it, right across the street there" old peter points to your apartment building from the roof you were all currently standing on.

it was maybe around the middle of the night now, and you were still suspended for the next three days.

"thank you. even though you kidnapped me" you chuckle, turning to the two.

"it's wierd knowing there's more peters in other universes"  you start. "it sucks that you have to go back"

"yeah, but how are you here with baby peter?" the younger asks.

"oh i'm not a peter. i'm a y/n" you clarify, and they both nod.

"good luck getting to new york then" you sigh.

"go home safe, okay?" the younger says. "we're always watching our fellow spider-peoples backs" he smiles, and naturally you do to.

"hey, can you remember something for me?" the older asks, and you nod.

"just.. with great power there must also come great responsibility" you blink a few times, remembering when you peter said the same thing.

"thank you" you smile at the two before they turn and swing off.

you sigh and look up at the bright moon. a waxing crescent as of tonight.

you then peer down at your apartment building and turn around in the opposite direction on the roof.

okay, this may seem like a terrible plan, but you are sure that it would teach your dads a lesson.

you were on your way to casper's house, and you were going to stay the night, walk him to school, and then return home in the morning.

easy as pie.

it took you almost no time to swing over to casper's, to land on his fire escape by his window.

the curtains were closed, which meant you didn't even know if he was in the room.

you weigh your options and decide to leave three light knocks on the window, and that's when you hear rushed footsteps before the curtains are pulled away.

and there was your boyfriend, rubbing sleep from his eyes and looking relieved to see that it was just you.

he opened the window quietly to let you climb in.

"what the hell are you doing here? are you okay?" he asks, leading you to sit down on his bed while he looked over your face for any injuries.

"casper, i'm not hurt" you gently push his hands away from you. "just grounded"

"then why did marc call me to ask if i've seen you? they are worried, you just went missing" he argues.

you sigh and look towards the still open window and close it with a shoot of your webs and a slight tug.

there was a breeze, which made you both shiver.

"but steven saw what happened, a peter from a different universe kidnapped me" you explain and casper scoffs.

"okay, well i'm calling marc-"

"no you're not, i'm going back in the morning"

"i promised i'd call if i heard from you-"

"i don't care they deserve it"

"nobody deserves that feeling, y/n"

you stop talking right then and there. casper was right.

"can i see your phone?"

"only if you promise to give ur back" casper hands you his phone after you nod in agreement to his terms.

you immediately dialed your dads number even though it was saved in the phone.

it only rings twice before he answered.

"hey- it's marc, we haven't found her yet but we are still looking-"

"well stop and go home because i'm fine" you cut in, making marc freeze from the other side of the phone.

"..kid?!" his voice cracks in the middle of the word. "oh my- are you okay?!" he asks in a shouting voice.

you feel a pit of guilt form in your stomach at the reaction of him just simply hearing your voice.

"yeah. i'm okay"

"what happened? steven refuses to talk to us"

now you felt really awful. steven clearly saw you get kidnapped and now he's refusing to talk to the people he shares a body with.

and it's all your fault.

"i.. there were two peters from different universes and one of them freaked out when i knew his name" you explain shortly in a solemn tone.

"y/n i'm coming to get you-"

"well good luck dragging me out of casper's house because i'm not leaving" you interrupted just to hear a scoff.

"you expect me to just let you stay? you're still grounded and he has school tomorrow" marc argues, but then jake decides to butt in.

"well i think one night wouldn't be too bad.."

marc sighs tiredly and stammers over his words before he gets it all out.

"fine. whatever. but we are having a long talk once we get you home" he says as if he was being forced to.

"yeah, we are" you agree, leaving marc to only say a few more words.

"i love you, y/n. all of us do. please stay safe or i swear i'm grounding you forever"

"promise. i love you guys too"

he hangs up after that, and you give your phone back to casper.

"so.. that was obviously an under reaction" casper purses his lips after speaking.

you sigh and look up at the ceiling. "yeah but i'm glad it was" you start. "he would have to drag me out of this house because i am not leaving"

"i have school tomorrow"

"i know. i'm sorry"

casper just moves closer to you so that you were sitting side by side, legs hanging off the bed.

"don't be sorry-"

"i don't just mean this" you look over to him, and see a look of pity in his eyes.

"y/n, we already talked about this" he begins and you just stare down at the floor. "you didn't do anything wrong. you never have"

"how do you know that?" you ask, stressful tears gathering in your eyes, though you try to blink them away.

"because i know you, and i know you've made mistakes but we've fixed them. together" he sends you a half smile when you look up.

you just sniff and lean your head on his shoulder, to which he puts and arm around you and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"you guys will be okay" he assures you, referring to your dads.

"yeah. thanks" you pick your head up and look him in the eyes, and let a smirk raise on your lips when you see his eyes dart down to them.

you take it upon your self to lean in quickly and bring a hand to the back of his head, so that he meets you half way.

he lets out a noise of surprise when your lips first meet his but relaxes into the kiss and lays a hand on your cheek, rubbing circles into it with his thumb.

your lips moved against each other for another couple seconds before you moved one of your hands to his chest, grasping at his shirt while the other pulled him impossibly closer to you.

he quietly groaned at the switch and moved both of his hands to your face, holding you close to him.

you poke your tongue out at his lips, to which he opens his mouth so you could lick up into it, causing a shiver to go down his spine.

not a moment later you detach yourself from casper's mouth and move onto his neck, leaving a trail of light kisses until you reach a spot your most fond of.

casper moves his hands to clutch onto the back of your shirt, like how yours were on the front of his.

"-y/n.." he whispers into your hair before taking in a shaky breath through his mouth.

you bite down on the sensitive part of his neck before sucking on it.

after that, it seemed like you blacked out.

the next thing you knew was casper was pulling you off of him and moving your hands away from the waist of his sweatpants.

"wait wha-" you take in a sharp breath before your blood runs cold.

casper looked a mess, and not in a good way at the moment.

he had a dark forming bruise on his neck, where there were two small spots with a bit of blood.

his hair was messed up and sticking in every direction, clothes disheveled and sweatpants down on his hips with the strings untied.

"i'm so sorry" you whisper, thinking the worst.

you couldn't remember what had happened that past couple minutes.

"hey, it's okay, please look at me" casper requests and you do so with tears in your eyes.

"come on, let's just get some sleep. you're tired and we can talk in the morning" he reasons and you just stare at the wall with tears in your eyes as casper brought you down towards his pillows.

he lays you down next to him, and makes sure to hold your hand as he uses the other to make sure you're fully covered with his blankets.

you didn't care if he was asleep or not, you moved to cling onto him and cry yourself to sleep in a matter of minutes.

casper though, couldn't.

he was awake thinking of what had just happened in the last five minutes.

you'd both been lost in each other, lips on lips, and hands on other areas when you had bit down just a bit too hard.

and when casper winced, you slurred out a quick apology and moved your lips to a different spot, unaware of casper's unease.

but it wasn't him that didn't want it, it was you.

he sensed something wasn't right, you always made sure he was okay and vise versa, but nothing else came out of your mouth.

when he tried to pull you away, you talked as if someone was controlling you.

"i need it"

"please, hit me"

"i want to feel it"

"i need to feel the pain"

is what you said to him, and that wasn't like you at all.

he pushed you farther away, trying to set your mind straight.

"are you okay?"

"stop, you don't want this"

"i'm not letting you make this mistake"

"i'm never going to hit you, and you don't need to feel pain"

"are you feeling alright?"

the truth of the matter is that he wanted it. he wanted it so badly, but was completely turned off by the fact that is wasn't consensual both ways.

you wouldn't give him a clear answer, just slurring your words together and almost forcing yourself onto him.

he swore to himself that he wouldn't never in his life no matter what disrespect a woman's wishes, and here he was fulfilling the promise.

casper knew you didn't want it. only wanted something to take your mind off of everything that's happened.

so he had to stop you from doing something you'd regret, and he's thankful you came back to your senses when you did. before it got too far.

he did eventually fall asleep, after lovingly staring at your sleeping form, head on his chest while he gently wiped away drying tears from your cheeks.

and unlucky for you, since you were dead asleep you didn't hear him tell you that he loves you.

~~~

you woke up somewhat peacefully.

casper was still asleep, with both arms wrapped around your waist with his face buried in your hair.

you gently moved his hands off of you and guided his head back to his pillow, and moved back a bit to just admire.

you hate admitting how much you actually loved him considering everything you'd both already been through.

you believed he should be with someone better.

someone who didn't nearly get him killed.

torn away from his family, while it would be all your fault.

but yet here he is, laying in front of you. perfectly healthy.

you brought a hand up hesitantly to his face, gently brushing your knuckles against his cheek.

he took in a quick breath and his eyebrows furrowed before his eyes fluttered open, landing on you almost right away.

he just tiredly grins at you, so you take continue, moving your hand to rake your nails through his hair.

"hey" he greets, with a slight rasp in his voice.

"hi" you whisper back, letting a smile take over your features.

"do you feel okay? sleep well?" casper asks you and you nod against the pillow you were laying against.

"i'm feeling a little better, thank you" you answer, letting casper pull away to sit up against the headboard.

you shifted to stare up at him while he picked up his phone from the nightstand to check the time.

"it's already 6" he starts and you shove your face in the pillow. "i have to get ready, and you have to go home. your dads are worried about you" he says, making you pick your head up to look at him.

"i know. i just.. i want to stay" you frown, and sit up as well to be eye level with casper.

"i want you to stay too but once you aren't grounded then i'll take you out, okay?" he brings a smile to your face at his plan.

"deal" you lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek before shoving the blankets off of you to stand up and search around for your shoes.

casper got up as well, shuffling through his drawers while you tied your shoes.

"hey, it looks pretty cold out" he opens the curtain to his window, seeing light snow falling.

you groan quietly and rub your temples. "just my luck" you mumble.

casper clears his throat, making you turn to him while standing back up from tying your shoes.

"you can take this is you want.. i don't want you to get sick" he says, handing you a thick sweatshirt of his.

it was one he wore often too, making your heart feel particularly full at the moment.

you smile and slip it on, deciding to just lean forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

casper reciprocated the hug quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"thank you"

"it's no problem, it's just a sweater-"

"no. for everything" you pull back to press a quick kiss to his lips, then heading for the window, opening it and cringing at the gust of cold wind that came in.

you lifted yourself on the windowsill, only to be stopped before you jumped down onto the fire escape.

"y/n- wait" casper rushes over, taking your hand in his.

"i love you" he looks into your eyes, and you smile down at him from where you sat on the window.

"i love you too" you respond, then squeeze his hand before leaving, making sure you heard the windows lock click after casper closed it.

~~~

it was a very quick trip home.

sadly.

you couldn't even knock on the door, marc just opened it and yanked you inside by your forearm.

it startled you at first, never feeling marc grab you like that before intentionally.

"go sit down" he points to the kitchen table, where you see a small bowl of fruit and a glass of water.

you assumed that seat was for you.

you slid off your shoes and followed marc's instruction, and just sat staring down at your lap while he came over and sat across from you.

"i hope you had fun probably having sex with your boyfriend, because now you're grounded for longer" marc tensely says to you while you look up to glare at him.

"i was kidnapped last night and the first thing you're going to do is yell at me?" you mutter angrily.

marc scoffs. "i'm not yelling" he raises his voice a little, just proving your point.

"why didn't you come home?" he asks, still tense and seemingly mad at you.

"because i didn't want to be around you. i still don't" you look down and pick at your fingers.

"no, you look at me. we are having a conversation" you just look back up with a tired sigh and furrowed brows.

"and for the record, we looked for you. for hours. while steven was gone- and by the way he still is" he starts, shocking you at the last part. "he refuses to talk or even show himself i-" marc takes in a sharp breath.

"well i'm sorry i'm such an idiot. sorry that i wanted to be a slut and not come home" you feel your eyes full with tears. "tell steven that i'm sorry. for being a bitch-"

"enough of that! don't you dare call yourself those things!" jake yells from wherever he was listening, and marc shushes him.

"i can call myself what i want. besides, marc just assumes everything so-"

"i don't assume-"

"then why was your first thought about me and casper having sex?!" you exclaim. "because we didn't!"

marc runs a hand down his face and grits his teeth before speaking.

"we want to protect you-"

"enough with that bullshit! i'm sick of it! you know i don't need protecting!" you stand up from your seat.

"sit back down, right now" marc says lowly, and you just tilt your head at him from where you stood.

"why? are you scared?"

"wha- what are you talking about?" marc asks, genuinely confused.

"you know, i try to hard to be a good daughter" you let a single tear fall before wiping it away. "sometimes i feel like you only adopted me to make sure i didn't destroy the world" you laugh bitterly to yourself.

"it runs in the family, does it not?" you ask rhetorically.

marc stands up so that he can walk around the table to be right in front of you.

"don't talk like that. that man is not your father" marc defends.

"yeah? he's not?" you smile up at him while a couple more tears fall. "then what's this?" you lift up your sleeve, showing marc the scarred letters.

he looks at them for a moment before looking into your eyes, bringing a hand up slowly, his intention to wipe your tears before you pushed it away.

"don't touch me" you grit out, moving quickly away from him.

you shove your sleeve down and just stare into marc's eyes, while he contemplates trying to get you to sit back down.

"y/n-"

"no" you shake your head at him. "i can tell you're holding back so just do it" you wipe at your nose, and then sniff.

"..if you think i'm going to hit you then you're wrong-"

"why? i deserve it. i was kidnapped and i didn't even come home" you breath in sharply. "because i wanted to be a stupid whore-"

"STOP! DONT TALK ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT!" marc yells, making you freeze where you stood, eyes widening.

"WHY CANT YOU UNDERSTAND THAT YOU DONT DESERVE TO BE HURT?!" he begins, throwing his hands in the air, coming closer to you.

"YOU THINK YOURE INVINCIBLE- YOU WERE PRACTICALLY BEGGING ME TO HIT YOU!" he lets out a bitter laugh, quieting down a bit.

"you.. you don't get it honey. you are my life.. i can't-" marc gets cut off by a knock at the door.

you were still staring up at him with blurry eyes, while he looked towards the door with furrowed brows.

"are you expecting someone..?" marc asks in a whisper and you shake your head quickly, not wanting to upset marc.

he rushes to the door and opens it, leaving the chain attached so that whoever it was couldn't get in.

you sat down on the floor, behind the counter while you listened to the voices by the door.

"oh- is there a problem officer?" marc asks politely to the police who were at the door.

your eyes widened and you peek around the counter to see three policemen gathered on the other side of the door, marc tense as ever.

"we got a call, complaints of yelling. we also have a warrant to have a look around" the man says and marc clenches his jaw.

"yeah.. there was shouting. and why do you have a warrant to search my home?" marc asks skeptically.

the policeman speaks in a hushed voice, as if you still couldn't hear him anyways.

"we heard from a girls doctor, y/n spector, that there were numerous scars all over her and we also have permission to take her into custody if we have to" he says, making you turn back around so that you were hidden.

"if you think i'm hitting my daughter, you're wrong. there's nothing to hide here so have a good day-" marc tries to close the door, which results in the cops breaking the chain and shoving marc back.

"no- you can't take her!" marc shoves back just to be held still by two of the cops.

you stayed hidden behind the counter, but your breathing quickened when you hear footsteps getting closer.

marc was still fighting against the two cops, but only a few words make him freeze.

"sir, if you don't calm down then we could have you arrested"

marc didn't want to get arrested. it would ruin everyone's lives.

you'd be heartbroken and living with layla, who would be the same.

steven would lose his online class and jake would lose his small taxi business.

"she's over here!" the man yells, looking down at you as your shuffled backwards away from him.

he put a hand out and bent down to your level. "hey, you have to come with us, okay?"

"no- you can arrest my dad he didn't do anything wrong!" you shout at him, while he sighed and came closer to you, taking your arms in his hands and pulling you up so that you were standing.

"no- let- LET ME GO!" you scream at the man as he basically dragged you to the door.

"y/n! NO, LET HER GO!" marc fights against the other officers.

you kicked and punched against the man that held your arms and guided you through the door, and the last thing you saw of your home was marc, cheeks wet with tears, standing disheveled by the door.

you were glad he didn't escalate it, you would feel terrible if he got arrested.

but you?

oh. you.

as soon as the elevator doors closed the man held you still while one of the other officers took a needle out of a pouch on their belt.

"this is just to calm you" they said.

"it'll all be okay when you wake up" they said.

they stuck that needle in your arm and before you knew it you were out again.

heading to not even khonshu knows where.

actually that's a lie. khonshu followed you. he needed to know where these people were taking you.

like any good grandpa would.

nobody knew of the confusing nightmare ahead.

you had just gotten home, just gotten into a critical argument with marc, when the police had come to take you away from them.

with an actual reason too.

you had a feeling your doctor would snitch.

but nothing really mattered. not right now. you just had to focus on getting home.

with your dads.

where you belong, and always will.

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A/N : sorry this took forever, just super busy :)) hope you liked this cliffhanger, and stay tuned for baby scarab chapter 63 hopefully by february 1st. ily all

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[quodekash]

i went to bed instead of watching abaab and i woke up and im ✨sick✨

its not the plague but i have a sore throat and im really congested and i feel like a dump truck ran over me and poured all the bin juices in my brain, but its fine cos im here, im queer, and threezo are near

CONTENT WARNING: if youve seen this episode, youll be aware that there will be discussions of rape, sexual assault, and pedophilia. if any of these topics are triggering for you, please take the measures you require to stay safe, and please call emergency services if you require help, and talk to someone you trust. remember: you are not alone, and there will always be people who love and care for you, but you havent yet met some of them. stay safe everyone, i love you

i cannot for the life of me remember how the last episode ended so its lucky that they have little summaries at the starts of episodes cos otherwise id have no clue whats going on

OH YEAH THOOP WAS ARRESTED

hang on, dont they still need to go to work?

i cant remember what day it is and what they were doing before cher got that phone call but still

dang it ive already had a cup of tea today but i think i need another one

THREEZO HELLO (ft jack's luscious hair on the side there)

THREEZO ARE SO SWEET WHY ARE YOUR FACES LIKE THAT JACK AND TUB

okay, yeah, fair

HE IS HAPPY

HIS HAIR IS FLUFFY AND HE IS HAPPY

GREHJKDFGKJRB

aww

AWWWHHHH

awhh thoop is cryinggg

bro is in desperate need of a hug

IM GONNA CRYYYY

i love deep platonic bonds

especially when its found family

fnjgbhfbvhfb

**gasp** despicable!

HELLO THREEZOOOOO

hes so prettyyyy

and hes also so prettyyyyyy

GJKRTBNFDHKJRG I LOVE THEM

am i crying? yes.

im crying a lot

i love threezo so much

the grip these two have on my mental health and sanity--

have i rewatched this scene four times? yeah. do i now kinda just wanna curl into a ball and sob for a day or two? yeah. unfortunately i have to keep watching the episode

okay so its literally like six hours later now, ive tried having two naps, ive had three cups of tea today, as much medicine as i can have, and the sickness has done nothing but get worse which is just so fun but the only reason i wasnt watching abaab is bc i was trying to sleep and that's just not happening so im continuing the episode now

the commentary is gonna be very little tho btw bc im having trouble making coherent thoughts through all the conjestion clogging my brain

the way they smile at each other is so 🥺🥹

im TRYING--

sorry, last week i couldnt stop talking about the freaking pomegranate i was eating, today i cant stop talking about how sick i am, ill try and shut up about it and just watch the episode lol

SCREW THAT GUY

VAFFANCULO

I HATE HIM

I HATE HIM SO MUCH

idk much about the mother

BUT THE STEPFATHER CAN GO SHOVE A PIGNA UP HIS CULO

look, i hate cops and law enforcement

but i even more hate thoop's stepfather

and law enforcement, unfortunately, have a lot of power, but thats fortunate in this situation bc they can force him to shut up which is nice

oh, wouldya look at that. i was right.

im not happy about it. its freaking horrible. and its even worse that it happens every day in every single country and state and city and suburb and yet nothing is being done about it.

um. yeah. thats all i can think of to say.

SHE HAD TO PUT UP WITH IT FOR THREE YEARS???

holy hell thats freaking disgusting

i hate this so much. not that they included this in the show, im really glad they included it because it's freaking disgusting and not talked about enough, especially in mainstream media and stuff. i just freaking hate that rape exists and people have to put up with it every single freaking day of their freaking lives, and NOTHING is happening to fix this freaking disgusting issue

this episode is a lot heavier than i was expecting and idk if anything im saying makes any sense because im too sick for this and the things that happened are making me even more sick

HUZZAH, I WAS RIGHT

AND THIS TIME ITS A GOOD FEELING THAT IM RIGHT

HES NOT HOMOPHOBIC

HUZZAH, HUZZAH, PRAISE OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR JACK'S ALMIGHTY FLUFFY BEAUTIFUL HAIR

sobbing, i cant do this, theyre too sweet

AH SHOOT, I JUST REALISED IVE BARELY DRANK ANY WATER TODAY

as per usual, your hair is on fleek today, my friend

he's angry at laem, but his hair is perfection

the perfect way to get someone to shut up: shove food in their mouth as fast as possible (im using this at some point) (also how the hell is his hair so pretty i love his hair too much. i think i always spend more time talking about jack's hair than i do talking about the actual episode)

gun's mother has such a sweet sounding voice but her words sting like poison, jeez

OH HELL YES ITS THIS PART

IVE SEEN SCREENSHOTS

side note: look at three and zo's knees pressed together gjfngjbhfgbh

HEYYY GUYS

ITS SO FUNNY

WHAT ARE THEY DOING WATCHING SIMM

wait so. bad buddy exists as a series inside the msp universe. simm exists as a series inside the abaab universe. what's next??

the frame changed suddenly, kluen was looking down slightly earlier and now he's looking right in nuea's eyes (yes i had to include jack's hair in the screenshot, so what?)

side note: i love all of jack's ear piercings (and his hair) so much

(ive now used all my 30 photos for this post so you just have to deal with that. on the bright side, the final photo was of jack's beautiful face and beautiful earrings and beautiful HAIR)

i love this friend group so much, theyre all just sitting in a circle in their gaming chairs supporting cher as much as possible in their own little ways and its so sweet and so happy and gfbhbrhgb

ignore your bfs phone calls only to show up at his house with food

AWWW, THE WAY HE JUST PULLS HIM INTO A WORRIED HUG AS SOON AS HIS HANDS ARE EMPTY- I LOVE THEMMMM

"promise me no matter what happens, we will fight it together" RGHBKRDFHGKRBDFHB

AWWWW TEHY KISSSSS

"(talking to himself) if your mum knows about this, she will hit you to death, cher" "know about what?" "she gave me only one heart and i gave it all to you" "youre as cheesy as i am" IM DYING WHAT THE HELL THEYRE SO SWEET

BRO CHILL

CALM DOWN

I DONT NEED TO SEE THIS

I MEAN LIKE GOOD FOR THEM

BUT WHY DO WE NEED SUCH A LONG SHOT OF GUN'S BARE ABS

theyre so soft with each other what the hell

"i just want to hear it from your mouth-" AND CHER CUTS HIM OFF WITH THE SOFTEST KISS EVER??? (well, not ever. no one can ever kiss as softly or lovingly as freaking akk, but that's neither here nor there) THAT ONE TINY MOMENT IS GONNA PLAY IN MY HEAD FOR AGES NOW OMG

keep the pants on please guys

oh thank goodness they finished the episode before it got to that, i appreciate that

anyway THAT WAS SO SWEET GBFHGBFHBHG

im desperately hoping that next episode will be mostly fluffy happiness bc i cant take much more of this seriousness, especially not if my sickness persists (which i really hope it doesnt, id love to be functioning this week)

um yeah. that was that. i hope you enjoyed that? sorry for all my ramblings about being sick, i just really hate being sick.

once again, i hope youre all safe and healthy, if you're not, i hope you can find a safe space and people you trust, please contact someone who can help you if you need it. i love you all, have a great week :]

[dyketubbo]

take this w/ a grain of salt bc I'm a pretty romance neutral/positive aroace but man the qjaiden discourse is so ??? On like, both sides. because yes, you can ship qjaiden, she's aroace, some aroace people can and enjoy being in relationships, and yes, cc!jaiden is aroace and as far as we know she has no interest in romantic relationships at all. but the way people have been repeating, constantly, "aroace people CAN be in relationships!" It just feels so much like, "how dare you want the aroace character to be completely uninvolved with romance. that's a horrible stereotype" and it's like no??? some people are completely averse to having any romantic relationship at all. why is it bad people are headcanoning q!jaiden like that? Why are people saying "characters can be shipped outside of their cc sexualities" like? Yes??? and I know a lot of people have been assuming about her preferences which is the real problem. if jaiden wants to rp a romantic relationship then she can, because she knows what she's comfortable with. if she doesn't, that's great too. Acting like not wanting to ship her with anyone is somehow arophobic, or misogynist, or whatever is just?? and then the cop-out of "ok but qpr" in this fandom esp is like. with the exception of parrotduo, I think this fandom is really... weird about qprs? Like, ship what you want but some ppl treat qprs as "romantic relationship... LITE" like qpps can act romantic but some don't? and qprs aren't just a "not shipping" thing either. like "I'm not shipping them, it's a qpr" and like technically? but if someone just doesn't want anyone to have a romantic relationship or a QPR with someone then it's like "but soulmates/everyone feels love/everyone's family" like it's so determined to put a label on every relationship. like THIS is romantic, THIS is queerplatonic, THIS is familial, and just a weird obsession with relationship dynamics. obviously my examples aren't EVERYONE, I've seen people who are great with this and I can't see every opinion but I think people just need to be more normal about people who are apathetic/averse to relationships as a whole in media

YES YES EXACTLY

anon please know every word you said here is literally what ive been saying this whole time and its fucking CRAZY how few people get it. its about how people need to fucking justify being aroace and especially being aromantic. so many people both in and out of our community expect us to defend ourselves, to defend the ways so many of us refuse to engage in what is expected of people. we must still want some sort of intimacy, and sometimes it still isnt enough. even when qjaiden already has someone she considers a partner in a nontraditional matter with roier still you get people who just wont settle with letting aroace people and characters just.. not engage with amatonormativity. even aroallo people are told theyre disgusting and weird BY OTHER ASPEC PEOPLE for experiencing sexual attraction without the romance and its awful!!

and like i said at some point it stops even really being about the characters because im fully aware that qsmp is a media thats very focused on defined relationships. its one big family and theres a whole web of people in romantic and sexual and queerplatonic and simply platonic relationships alike and i wont fault the ccs for having fun because uh. its their characters. theyre not at fault for people being weird about them

but never are people allowed to just Be. i get judged for wanting qprs to be tagged as shipping, to still not want to see characters making out or being intimate just because it isnt romantic. actively harassed for it, even! because people didnt want to acknowledge such, because people got so hung up on the fact that i mentioned cc boundaries and wanting people to recognize kristin that they tunneled in on all that and completely left any genuine discussion in the dust, even actively smearing my name for it to the point where i saw people who were agreeing with me thinking that they were dissenting and they were right while i was wrong as if we werent on the same side

at that point.. its not actually about the characters, really, is it? and its not actually about the characters or boundaries here either. because even when i tried to come up with defenses so i wouldnt be mocked and not taken seriously for simply saying "this still touches on repulsion. i wish people saw qprs as shipping especially when theyre actively depicting them as intimate. i wish people recognized that queerplatonic and platonic are two different things. (isnt it weird, how it had to be marriage, how two friends couldnt care about each other more than nearly anyone else and still simply be friends, nothing else? isnt it weird how it just replaces amatonormative romance with something else, because you arent allowed to be close unless youre something other than "just friends"?)"....

people still got upset. people still were awful about it. to me, to those who stood by me, to the subject as a whole. and i wouldnt be surprised if theres people out there who are like how i was, feeling like they have to justify being uncomfortable. feeling like they have to justify being unapologetically aromantic and romance repulsed and nonpartnering and whatever else. feeling like they have to justify wanting qjaiden's aroaceness to be recognized as a reason to just let her be, no romance required.

at some point the constant chant of "aroace people can still love! aro people can still get into relationships!" stops being validation and starts going from "can" into "do" into "must". and then we're back at the beginning, and all the naughty naughty aspecs who still deviate from the norm fall right back into the cracks. because never, never, are you allowed to just exist if it isnt in a way that all the people on all these sites that still prattle on about how "love is what makes us human!" can approve of

[seathered]

rules.  ༄

introduction.

hi! i'm aurora (twenty three, she/her pronouns) and this is a heavily headcannon based interpretation of cj hook from disney's descendants. i've been writing cj for more than three years now, and her portrayal and world has become highly collaborative with some of the others in the descendants rpc, which features a much more adult interpretation of the movies, books, and miniseries. the isle of the lost is a dangerous place of extreme poverty and risk, and cj and her family lived their for the majority of their lives. this will always be featured in her portrayal. if you are uncomfortable with that, this is not the blog for you. unless said otherwise, all graphics on this blog are created by me. cj appeared in canon very minimally and inconsistently, which is why so much of her portrayal is my personal headcannons and creation.

content warnings.

this blog will have adult themes. trauma, violence, substance abuse, and abuse are all heavily featured in cj's biography and what she has endured has greatly contributed to her present state. please take care of yourself! no smut will occur on the dash as i'm just not comfortable writing it publicly. i think plotting nsfw headcannons between two consenting adult muses can be a great way to discuss dynamics, but i have a lot of anxiety about writing out smut in detail so i really only ever do it privately. i tag my triggers as trigger /. always feel free to let me know if you need something tagged.

activity + interaction.

my activity with this blog regarding actual in character content tends to fluctuate, but i am almost always available via tumblr ims or discord, and in general just lurking on the dash. somedays i can pump out 10 things a day, somedays i have a queue, but i can also go weeks without anything but shitposting.these days, i'm definitely more plotting based as i just don't have as much time or energy to write anymore and it's much easier for me to write with a plot, dynamic, or idea in mind. this isn't necessarily an issue, and i absolutely have fun winging things, but i do want to preface it here considering how low my writing content has been lately.all in character memes that i answer are always available to turn into threads, and none of the memes i have on my blog have an expiration date. i am so excited to write with you, i want to write with you always even when i'm a little bit slow to responding ic / ooc.i don’t believe in reblog karma, if we are mutuals, feel free to reblog a meme or anything else that is not stated otherwise. personals please do not reblog my edits or my promos, but mutuals are always welcome to!

shipping.

i love shipping romantically, however, cj has proved to be a muse that i find difficulty shipping with due to how hard she fights affection in the long run, and her unhealthy and avoidant relationship tendencies. (of course, that doesn't mean i am not willing to try! we can wing things via memes or plot) platonic and familial connections are huge for her. she's also a known shit stirrer and takes most every conflict to violence, which means antagonistic dynamics are sure to be had.

dni.

i ask that homophobic, racist, xenophobic, transphobic, pro-incest, islamophobic and/or blue lives matter muns do not interact with me, you will be blocked. also, i will not interact with any cop muses as long as it is clear to me that you are looking at this profession through a critical gaze, i am comfortable with following, hp singles (i will be very selective with multis that feature these characters or muses that have a verse and most likely will avoid that verse or specific muse), historical/rpf muses, whitewashed characters, or any muse that follows the dni mun criteria.

[winderlylandchime]

1/2 WE ARE AT 3x14! He ran to the kitchen to get himself another soda while singing ‘im at the finish line!’ Over and over. ‘Ohhhh that’s a little depre- WHY ARE COPS HERE? WHY IS IT BLACK AND WHITE?! Look its my boys. *throws a fist in the air* yeah! Fuck cops! Brian is right, it will take more than some flyers! I mean he made everyone love him sooooo who should know better?’ ‘Emmett, come here and let me give you a hug. (em says his dad bought him boxing gloves) did you know that before mom found you at a bus stop, they made me play soccer. I still dont know why they changed their mind.’ (The coach literally begged my dad to not bring him back because he pulled his pants down in front of all the parents and 5 other kids followed it up. He was 6) ‘i agree with Brian, shopping therapy is good for the soul. Awwww look at Justin showing him his art work! This is what I was robbed off at the beginning of the season!’ Hunters mom just showed up ‘MOM?! I don’t trust this bitch. Yeah, no, something is weird’ ‘BRIAN! What tape? What did he bring this guy? Is it a sex tape? Someone answer me!! What the hell did Brian bring him? He looks pretty.’ Ted just showed up at Mels and Linds ‘OH NO. Leave Emmett alone. You’ve done enough! Don’t hurt him more! WHY DID MIKE TELL HIM? Emmett RUN! LEAVE HIM! GET HELP TED. This is sad, i hate this.‘ The bar scene where the ad is shown is now happening. *kinda jumps up and down while sitting* ‘ITS BRIAN! AND JUSTIN! Why are we watching tv Brian? *his jaw almost dropped* what the fuck? Was that the tape he gave to that dude? Did he convince them to play it? I knew he could do it.’ ‘Does Justin know that Brian gave those dudes that tape? (Brian and Em scene is up at the club where they see Ted) aww brian and Emy and Justin. Cuties. Awwww Brian and Emmett are gonna dance! I TOLD YOU THEY COULD BE GREAT FRIENDS! You ARE both tall! I, as a human being deserve to see more of them together. What do i have to do? YES BRIAN TELL HIM! See, my boy cares! Look at them dancing together. Adorable best friends’ ‘HUNTERS MOM DID WHAT?! FUCK HER! I KNEW SHE WAS WEIRD! I will fucking burn this place to the ground if they don’t protect him!’ The scene where Brian is selling stuff is up!! ‘What is going on? Why is the loft empty? HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS?! WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO? HE IS THE CONCERNED CITIZEN FOR THE TRUTH?! WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?! I thought he convinced those guys to do it? Holy shit Brian. Possession withdrawal, ha that was funny. He did it because of what Justin said?! Didnt Justin also do something because of what Brian said? *points to britin kissing* my boys! Or as the youth says it: GOALS OF SHIP or whatever’ teds party is now up :/ ‘oh ted. Ted ted ted. Please this is horrible. Youre gonna die if you dont stop. What are they watching? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS SHIT?! DID THEY RAPE HIM? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? TED PLEASE RUN AND GET HELP! LET THIS BE YOUR WAKE UP CALL PLEASEEEEE WHAT THE FUCK!’ ‘AW BRIAN IS GOING TO VOTE. At the beginning he hated voting and now he’s on his way to do it. I love it. Damn. I wish it was Justin and Brian that would go together to vote. HES SELLING THE PEANUT CAR! HA!’ ‘Oh ted thank fucking god! Finally you saw the light, im so sorry it had to get that far but YOU GO GIRL!..BLAKE?! OH MY GOD HE WENT BACK TO REHAB! he looks good! IM SO HAPPY HES ALIVE AND GETTING HELP! HES THE COUNSELOR?!?! BLAKE I AM SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU! MY BABY GOT BETTER!’ ‘MICHAEL IS TAKING HUNTER?! OH MY GOD HES FINALLY NOT BORING! Maybe it rubs off on Ben and he also stops being boring’

TOLD YOU THEY COULD BE GREAT FRIENDS! You ARE both tall! I, as a human being deserve to see more of them together. What do i have to do? YES BRIAN TELL HIM! See, my boy cares! Look at them dancing together. Adorable best friends Your brother loves the platonic KinneyCutt! YES! I’m grinning.

GOALS OF THE SHIP I’m dying!

I love how protective he is over Hunter. His mother is such an asshole.

And yeah the heartbreak over Ted’s rock bottom (omg when Brian hires him for Kinnetik your brother is going to break his face with his smile)

Finally Mikey does something good!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

HI! Im here again!!! Can you give me some babybones stuff, (cant really find that many that strictly stays platonic) maybe just them and guardian having some fun??

-from bluustars

Tiny Undertale Sans - Poor you. You decided to play hide-and-seek. It turns out that Sans is really good at this game. Really, really good. You are starting to panic, not finding him anywhere, and it stays that way until later in the night, when the cops call you because Sans entered a candy shop and steal 250 lollipops. He's hiding behind the cop, not wanting to cross your eyes. Oh boy, he is in so much trouble.

Tiny Undertale Papyrus - You teached him "pick a boo". Now your life is a pick a boo game when Papyrus suddenly runs out of a wall screaming "PICK A BOO" to scare the hell out of you. It's very effective. He's so sneaky you never see him coming and it's starting to worry you. He can't cross the walls... right?

Tiny Underswap Sans - You wants to cry. You just wanted to play "tag you're it" so Blue can be tired and take a nap in silence. But he's unstoppable. You can't catch him. He's narguing you and he loves to see you annoyed at him because you can't catch him so he continues. The game will never end. You are stuck here for all eternity. That's your life now.

Tiny Underswap Papyrus - You did "pick a boo" and he got so scared he slapped you at full force to make you get away from him. Then he cries. Yeah, small Honey has a very small soul and he can't take so much scare at once. He needs time to cool down while you're dying on the floor, betrayed.

Tiny Underfell Sans - You threw him a ball. Not it's his ball. He's guarding it, and whenever you gets close, he growls at you like a wild animal. You gulps and take one more steps. He jumps out of the couch, screaming he comes for your kneecaps. You think it's cute but then he bites you with the beartrap he calls his mouth and you are now regretting you entire life.

Tiny Underfell Papyrus - You are playing a laser game with some friends and Edge is doing a temper tantrum on the floor, screaming and kicking, because he's in the same team than you and you keep getting touched and now you two are going to lose and he can't accept defeat. You are forced to drag him out of the room while he's biting your arm, angry.

Tiny Horrortale Sans - You wants to play golf with him. Oak shoots the ball, and he somehow manages to put it in his head hole, and he is now broken, looking at the emptiness. You try to have a reaction from him but he's just not responding anymore. Please take the ball away and reboot your skeleton.

Tiny Horrortale Papyrus - He's confused. You're doing salt dough. It looks like cooking, it's working like cooking, you're baking it like cooking... But you can't eat it??? What the point? Why did he spend two hours of his life working on a Eiffel Tower masterpiece if he's not eating it after? He's angry at you.

Tiny Swapfell Sans - You're drinking tea with Nox and his plushie. Nox asks you to put the tea in the cups. You do it. He frowns then screams "THAT'S NOT HOW YOU'RE DOING IT! YOU RUINED THE TEA NOW EVERYONE IS MAD AT YOU!" Then he sulks. Nox is not joking with the art of making tea. You try to apologize with cookies, he throws the teapot at your face. Welp. Little shit.

Tiny Swapfell Papyrus - You're playing UNO and you wants to die. You don't know how he does it, but all he has are +4 cards. It's like the 20th now. You have the entire stack in your hand. Then he says blue and puts his blue +2 card in front of you, screaming his victory at your face. You're never playing with him ever again.

[firelxdykatara]

Katara hated Zuko. It was a plot point. Sokka never did--and their "friendship" in the show was close to becoming something more--so they were on equal footing and had hinted romance. Zutara is misogynistic--why are you forcing Katara into a relationship with someone she hates? Choose Toph or Suki if you really believe Zuko isn't gay.

there’s so much to unpack here, and i know i should really throw out the whole suitcase, but i just can’t help myself

and please, i beg of you, picture someone laughing so hard that tears are streaming down their face because that’s me right now, reading this ask. i about choked on my eggnog, so thanks for that!

point the first: sokka hated zuko every bit as much as katara did in the first two books. it was a plot point. sokka wanted to leave zuko to die because saving him wouldn’t have been worth the trouble--he was pragmatic and deeply distrustful of anyone who wasn’t in his immediate circle, and that went especially hard for anyone from the fire nation. including the birds!

point the first part two: sokka’s easy acceptance of zuko into the gaang had less to do with any budding friendship or caring for him (since there was none to speak of until the boiling rock episodes), and more to do with a lack of any personal grudge. aka: there was no tension there. nothing to really dig into--no true development of feelings. because aang needed a firebending teacher, zuko was around and willing to take on that role, and also he was a prime roasting target, so sokka was happy enough to let bygones be after he helped them take down combustion man.

which, of course, isn’t to say shipping them isn’t valid. there are plenty of ships that have little to no canon basis but a lot of fandom support, and that’s usually fine....until the fans start getting uppity about it and insisting that there Is Canon Basis Really, and then insisting that the ‘rival’ ship is misogynistic when their alleged ‘canon basis’ requires stripping everything meaningful from the girl’s relationship to the boy and giving it to her brother instead. which is exactly what you’re doing here, but i digress.

point the second: how on earth was sokka and zuko’s ‘friendship’ in the show (and why the scare quotes? were they not actually friends? are you really sitting in my inbox right now devaluing their platonic relationship because you don’t think it exists outside of your belief that they really wanted to fuck the whole time, despite sokka being in a happy relationship with someone else?) ‘close to becoming something more’? when did they ever have a single, solitary conversation that hinted at any ‘deeper’ feelings? sokka spent most of their buddy cop adventure to boiling rock mooning over his girlfriend (heh, get it? mooning? because he- oh, you get the point), to the point where he had literal hearteyes the instant he saw her--and zuko’s purpose there wasn’t to deepen his relationship with sokka so much as it was to reunite sokka and katara with their father, and to see an example of what a healthy paternal relationship actually looks like.

(one of my favorite shots in the show is zuko’s soft smile when sokka and katara are hugging hakoda)

so already your claim that they ‘had hinted romance’ falls incredibly flat, because there was absolutely nothing in the show that was ‘hinting’ they had romantic feelings for one another--in universe or out of it. sokka was happily in love with suki, and even the one scene that i can imagine might make shippers scream--when zuko popped into sokka’s tent late at night--sokka was about to have sex with his girlfriend, and when he asked zuko ‘what’s on your mind’, the first words out of his mouth were your sister.

(and then, as soon as zuko left, sokka was calling for suki again. the next morning, he was making a flower necklace--or a lei. because he got lei’d. it’s amazing the things you pick up when you rewatch the show as an adult lmfao.)

point the third (and this one is really where your argument blows up in your face): your insistence that zutara requires ‘forcing katara into a relationship with someone she hates’ reveals your own ignorance, because it’s demonstrably not true--unless you’re trying to argue that katara hated zuko all the way through to the end of the show, which??? i suppose makes it make more sense that you think zuko and sokka had a hinted romance in the text, because viewing comprehension clearly isn’t your strongsuit.

why are yall so quick to dismiss katara’s own feelings in the name of calling a fictional, noncanon ship ‘misogynistic’? because katara said, in the text, ‘but I am ready to forgive you’--and then she hugged zuko, called him into a group hug with the gaang later, joked (and even flirted) with him on ember island, helped talk him through his anxiety about facing his uncle, and happily agreed to go with him to face his sister, where she saved his life after watching him take a literal bolt of lightning to save hers.

if any of that had happened with sokka, yall would be calling it demonstrable evidence that zuko and sokka are in love. and yet when we use that canonical buildup and the deep bond of friendship and trust zuko and katara have by the end of the series to imagine them getting into a romantic relationship because of feelings developed during these events......you call us misogynistic? really? because we’re ‘forcing’ her into a relationship with someone she ‘hates’....except she didn’t hate him by the end of the series, they were very close friends and had gotten over and had closure from their personal baggage, and that’s the kind of stuff that provides excellent fuel for envisioning a romantic relationship developing!

so what was your argument again?

ETA: i was so busy deconstructing the bulk of your argument that i forgot to address that laughable last line--toph or suki? who had much, MUCH less relationship development with zuko than katara did?? ‘if you really believe zuko isn’t gay’???? im sorry that you can’t recognize a whole bisexual when you see one, but as a bi myself, i know that zuko’s dual-wielding ass couldn’t ‘pick a side’ if his life depended on it. and he had more romantic coding with both jet and katara than he ever had with sokka--that’s just a fact. sorry if the truth hurts, anon!

[ticklish-n-stuff]

No snooping around

Fandom: Persona 3

Makoto (protag) x Junpei

Lee: Makoto

Ler: Junpei

This can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

This fic is inspired by one of the social events from the persona 3 dancing game, but this takes place in the real world

Warnings: Tickling, curse words, prolly bad grammar, this is my first tickle fic so go easy on me :)

Summary: Makoto goes to visit Junpei in his room, Junpei goes out to do a quick errand and specifically tells Makoto to NOT snoop around his room while he’s gone, but Makoto’s curiosity gets the best of him

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 It was a slow day in the dorms, team SEES didn’t have any tasks at hand so they could take the day off and enjoy themselves. Junpei had invited Makoto and Ken over to his room to hang out. This was Makoto’s first time in his room so he wasn’t sure what to expect. When he arrived, the room looked…interesting, it was a complete mess. There was all kinds of crap littered all over the floor (the only thing that looked somewhat organized was his manga shelf), it looked as if a burglar had ransacked the place.  

“Mitsuru-senpai said the same thing, please dont call the cops!” said Junpei with a pleading look. “I’ll get to cleaning this place eventually…just not now”. That’s such a Junpei response. Shortly after Ken arrives, they all chatted for a bit and Junpei decided to give some of his favorite manga to Ken because, according to Junpei, it would help him ‘grow into a man’. Being the nice senpai he was, Junpei carried all of the manga over to Ken’s room. Before he leaves he looks over at Makoto: “You can chill in here while I come back, but no snooping around, got it?”. Makoto gave him a soft nod, but he may or may not have had his fingers crossed behind his back. Once Junpei and Ken left the room, Makoto started looking around the room. There was clothes littered on the floor, a poster of a woman in a bikiny, videogames littered everywhere, and books everywhere. Makoto’s attention went over to a stack of books that were carefully balanced on top of one another at the foot of the bed. It looked as if they’d fall at any moment, but for some reason Makoto felt the urge to pull the bottom book. After a bit of hesitation, Makoto approached the stack of books, he took a deap breath and swiftly pulled the bottom book. To his surprise the books didn’t come crashing down as he expected. He gave a sigh of relief but it must have been a really loud sigh because shortly after all the book fell down creating a ruckuss. As the books fell down, Junpei had just gotten back. “Hey! Makoto, what gives?!”. Makoto got startled and was a bit embarrassed at the mess he had caused. “I-Its not what it looks like”.

“Is that so? Cause it looks like your rummaging through my private stuff after I told you not to!”. Junpei wasn’t actually upset, he just liked messing around with his bestie.

Junpei slowly approached Makoto: “Looks like Im gonna have to teach you a lesson for messing with my stuff”.  Junpei gives a sinister grin and cracks his knuckles as Makoto backs away from him, not knowing what that threat could mean. He accidentally falls into Junpei’s bed as Junpei towers over him menacingly. “Junpei, what are you- Ah!”, before Makoto could speak out, Junpei gave his side a light squeeze causing Makoto to squeak. Makoto blushed, embarrassed at the sound he just made, while Junpei looked at him in an endearing way: “Aww, Makoto, I didn’t know you were ticklish~” he cooed at him, making Makoto go even redder. Makoto let out a whine and covered his red face with his hands, it had been so long since he had been tickled he didn’t even remember how ticklish he was, and now Junpei of all people found out. “That wasn’t the smartest move, dear leader~” Junpei teased as he softly dug his fingers into Makoto’s sides. “Gyaaa! Hahahahahahaha! J-Junpehehei dohohont!”.

“Wow, I don’t think Ive heard you laugh before! You should do it more often, it totally suits you!” Junpei gave him a beaming smile, while Makoto tried protecting his sides. “Your gonna have to try harder than that!” Junpei moved his hands over to his tummy and softly scratched at it, as if Makoto were a dog. Makoto freaking lost it when his tummy got targeted. “JUNPEI! NAHAHAT THEHERE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Makoto couldn’t recall the last time he laughed so hard, or laughed at all. Even though he felt like he was gonna die at any moment, he kinda liked the touch. “Aww, does someome have a ticklish tummy?~ Tickle, tickle, tickle!”.

“SHUHUT UHUHUP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Makoto let out a flustered squeal, the tickling was really bad but the teasing made it ten times worse! “Well that wasn’t very nice of you, looks like I’ll have to take it up a notch~ Are you ticklish heeeere~?” Junpei poked Makoto’s bellybutton through his shirt making the boy squeal at the touch. “EEP!”. They both looked at each other for a moment, and shorty after Junpei fell into his own fit of giggles: “Oh my gohohod that was soo adorable! Do it again!~”. Makoto took this oportunity to catch his breath, but he was so flustered by what had just happened he ended up covering his face again: “Don’t laugh at me!”. Makoto whines through his hands, which only makes Junpei giggle even harder at his friend’s cuteness. “But your being so cute right now! I’ve never seen you like this so I have to take advantage of this opportunity”. While Makoto covers his face, Junpei sneaks a hand under his shirt and softly wiggles his index finger against his bare bellybutton. “FUHUHUCK! JUNPEHEHEHEI! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”. Anyone passing by would’ve thought that someone was being murdered by how loud Makoto screamed at the ticklish feeling. He arched his back out of instinct which gave Junpei better access to tickling the little spot. “Looks like I found a sweet spot!” Junpei cheered as he kept attacking Makoto’s ticklish bellybutton. Makoto was squirming as if his life depended on it (which it kinda did), but the tickling had tired him out a lot so he wasn’t able to do much except lie there and take it like a champ! After a few more unbearable bellybutton tickles, Junpei finally relented, giving Makoto his well deserved break. “Hey man, are you okay? I’m sorry if I took it too far…” Junpei got worried, scared he might’ve made his friend uncomfortable, but Makoto gave him a reassuring soft smile: “Its okay, I didn’t mind”.

“…Hey Makoto, do you like being tickled?”. Makoto almost chocked on his own spit at the sudden question, he blushed and wasn’t sure how to answer. “W-what makes you think that?”.

“Well for starters, you never told me to stop and you barely fought back”. Dang, he was caught red handed. Deep down he knew he liked it, but he didn’t want his friends, especially Junpei, to think he was weird for liking it. “I-I umm…” he stumbled on his words but Junpei seemed to understand. “I think it’s pretty cute that you like being tickled, you dont gotta get all embarrassed about it!”. Junpei gave him a reassuring smile, which eased up Makoto’s nervousness. He helped him up and they both sat next to each other on the bed. “If you ever wanna be tickled again, you can always ask me!”Junpei smiled at Makoto, making him smile a little. “Thanks…Junpei”. After a few moments of silence, Makoto speaks up: “…Junpei?”.

“What’s up?”.

 “Could you…keep this a secret? I’m not ready for the others to find out yet…”.

“Of course dude, your secret’s safe with me”.

“Thanks”.

They both gave soft smiles to each other, the rest of the day they spent playing videogames and enjoying being in each other’s pressence. Before Makoto left for the night, Junpei whispered into his ear: “Next time you come over, Im gonna find your other tickle spots”. This made Makoto blush, eagerly awaiting his next visit to Junpei’s room.

[comradekatara]

Hi! I’m kinda new to atla, and came across some of your anti-zutara posts and Im trying to understand sth, if Zuko & Katara’s friendship itself is not problematic or misogynistic then why would a future romance be? I dont interpret their scenes as romantic exactly but I enjoy their pairing bc they do have a solid bond built on respect, understanding and work well as a team, and there’s potential for this to grow in to a romance with an interesting dynamic, esp after a few years of friendship 1/2

Your main anti-argument is the colonizer argument, but you also actively ship Zukka so I’m not sure how that works? Anyway don’t you find that that argument itself takes away from the point of Zuko’s entire arc, and assumes he wouldn’t dismantle the Fire Nations corrupt system? And there’s no reason to assume he would force Katara in to a role she might not be comfortable with or that Katara won’t have full say in how their relationship progresses or takes place. (oh and I’m not white lol) (2/2)

well, there’s a lot to unpack here.

first of all, platonic chemistry doesn’t automatically translate to romantic chemistry! from the little we’ve seen of their actual friendship, I think zuko and katara have something akin to the dynamic zuko could’ve had with azula had they not been forced at each other’s throats. the significance of katara being there for zuko during the final agni kai while azula is completely alone is thus heightened by this interpretation. if you think they have romantic chemistry, who am I to dissuade you? I personally think their similar intensity and flaws would make for a volatile relationship, but would lead to a friendship built on love and understanding, so that’s the interpretation of their dynamic i prefer. also zuko reads as a staunch kinsey 6 to me, but again, that’s a matter of opinion.

that said, i think that if you interpret any of zuko’s actions in trying to win katara’s respect as being because he has feelings for her, well, that framing is kinda creepy. especially the scene where he saves her from falling rubble and refuses to let go of her body. if you think zuko was intentionally trying to cop a feel here, then why exactly would you want him to be with katara, since he clearly doesn’t respect her. and then don’t even get me started on the people who think that time he tied her to a tree was sexy.... like, framing their relationship as romantic just doesn’t sit well with me for that reason. but anyway.

i think people have either gotten genuinely confused or deliberately obfuscated the distinction between criticizing a ship and criticizing a fanbase. my problem with zvtara in a vacuum is just that i think they’re not compatible romantically (despite having a lot of platonic chemistry and being one of the most compelling dynamics in the show!). I feel the same way about sokka and toph, and it’s just a matter of my preference for sibling dynamics over romance when it comes to these pairings! (i also think the age gap between sokka and toph is creepy even as adults because when you meet someone when they’re twelve there’s always gonna be a power imbalance there and there’s no way sokka isn’t aware of that. but i digress.)

to be clear, the reason i have been so vocal about my dislike for the ship is because it exists solely within the fan imagination, and that imagination is viscerally racist. I have said before i do not think shipping zvtara is inherently racist. I know there are black & brown women who ship it, and i’m not gonna act like their lived experiences matter less than a personal preference, but i think when white people advocate for this relationship, it’s really, really easy to fall into racist tropes. you said you’re new to the atla fandom, which means you haven’t been inundated with racist misogynistic bullshit that treats katara like a fetishized object for years the way i have. I don’t hate zvtara in a vacuum, but stuff like “fire lady katara” and pocahontas aus and whitewashed fanart – that shit takes a toll man. I’ve never seen any of that kind of racist bullshit when it comes to kataang fans, and like…. there is a reason for that!

for what it’s worth, if anyone thinks i’ve not been critical of people who ship zvkka falling into similar racist territory, then they must be deliberately turning a blind eye because i complain about zvkka as it exists in the fan imagination constantly. there are certainly racist zvkka fans, but something you need to keep in mind is how few there were until recently. before a couple months ago, when netflix decided to ruin my fucking life, only a handful of people watched atla through anything resembling a queer lens. when the show first aired, the idea that zuko could be interpreted as gay would’ve been absurd to 98% of the fanbase. so i wasn’t inundated with racism from zvkka fans because there were no zvkka fans. now, people on this cursed website watch everything through a gay lens, and it’s a nightmare. because they don’t even care about the characters, they just want an excuse to ship two teenage boys, and it’s deeply obnoxious and kind of concerning. anyway, i could talk all day about zvkka tropes i’ve seen that infuriate me, but that’s not this post.

like i’ve said in the past: I don’t think zvtara is ...inherently racist. what i do think is racist is the way it’s interpreted a majority of the time. if not for the stream of evil bullshit i’ve been inadvertently exposed to regarding this pairing over the years, i would simply say, “eh it’s not for me,” and move the fuck on! but unfortunately, i cannot do that, because i feel a responsibility to condemn racism when i see it??? I know you’re not trying to be deliberately obtuse, but please keep context in mind when it comes to questions like this, instead of getting defensive. I couldn’t care less about anyone’s personal tastes, as long as they’re not promoting things i’m morally opposed to, such as racism or misogyny. it’s possible to enjoy a thing and simultaneously be critical of it & the discussion surrounding it. that’s kind of the whole point of this blog.

[lustinglilac]

Disrespect

A/N: Garcia siblings are back baby! And this time, they get into some unwanted trouble at a local bar... (Platonic!Reader x Benny)

Warnings: strong language, sexual harassment, blood. *gif not mine*

Their late night bar “dates”, as she had named them, were always a good time. Pope and his sister stood on one side of the high-top table while Francisco and Benny stood across from them. Will hadn’t been able to attend tonight, though, having had some things to sort out.

She looked particularly hot tonight, blue jeans hugging her thighs and ass in all the right places paired with a dark crop top that stopped right at her bellybutton.

“Let’s fuckin’ go, baby!” Benny hollered as he downed his second shot, slamming the glass down onto the wooden table with a reverberating clink.

“Benny, we literally just got here.” She rolled her eyes at him.

“So what! You know you used to be way more fun, Garcia.” He scoffed, winking at the annoyed expression on her face.

“Oh, really? Okay. Me and Frank verse you and Pope. Let’s go.” She nodded her head in the direction of an unoccuppied pool table in the corner of the dimly lit bar.

Benny smirked at her, eyes flitting between Pope and Fish, “Why do I get Pope? You take ‘im, he’s your brother.”

“I‘m with him every single day of my life, give me a break, Benny.” She spoke a little too loudly and Pope had heard her amidst his conversation with Frank, making him frown, “Kidding, Tiago!” She cut him off with a tight smile as they made their way over.

“Alright, fair enough. What’re we playin’ for?” Benny drawled, passing down the pool sticks to his friends.

“Losers have to—“ Frank paused, thinking of a good way to end the sentence. “Losers have to go skinny dipping in the lake behind the high school!” He points his finger wildly in Pope and Benny’s direction.

“Frank?! And what if we lose? I’m not doing that!” She put her hands up, not wanting any part of that deal.

“I mean it would suck but I’m not arguin’—“ Benny smirked, weighing his options in his head.

Pope disagreed with a violent shake of his head, “We’re not doin’ that.”

Frank grimaced, slowly realizing that it probably wouldn’t be the best idea, “Yeah, never mind. We’ll just let the winners decide at the end.” He winked, nudging her softly making her laugh.

“Ladies first.” Benny bumped her shoulder playfully on his way past her, pretending like he didn’t see her standing there. She narrowed her eyes at him, pressing her lips into a thin line.

She leaned her body over the table, calculating her shot carefully before scattering the colored balls across the velvet. Only two had pocketed as she tried again, not being able to make anymore.

Frank shouted a compliment, high-fiving her as she walked back to him. She simply watched as the younger Miller took three easy shots, failing to make a fourth one.

“Your turn, Frankie.” She encouraged him to move towards the table as he set up his shot. Frank looked like a pro at it, showcasing his skills as he too managed to pocket three balls.

“Okay, Fish!” Her eyes widened, she raised her eyebrows at him, smirking at his talent.

“Y’all suck!” Benny taunted loudly, slapping Pope on the ass as he leaned over the table to get his shot in, “Get ‘em Pope.”

She gasped at his action, biting the inside of her cheek to hold back a laugh as not to distract her brother.

“Benny! What the fuck? Don’t smack my ass!” Pope grimaced at his partner, turning back around to focus on winning. He, like his sister, managed to sink two in and retreated back to the corner where his teammate stood.

“Let’s go, we’re halfway through. You got this, baby.” Frank egged her on, pinching her shoulders before she stepped up to the table once more.

Unbeknown to them, they’d had a few spectators watching as they played the game. They were particularly focused on the pretty girl with the gorgeous body who was currently setting up her shot, bent over the table.

“Hey gorgeous! Why don’t you come over here and bend that ass over my lap—“

Pool game completely discarded the moment the words left the punk’s mouth. Their pool sticks dropped to the ground harshly, wood on wood colliding.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Benny’s eyes narrowed into slits, turning his whole body to face the bar where the disgusting man and his disgusting friends were seated.

“Don’t— do not.” She pleaded with her brother and Benny and Frank. She tried to hold Pope back by his shirt to no avail. But they were fuming, no, worse, they were livid.

“Move.” Pope’s voice deadly as he spoke to his sister. Frank gently pulled her to the side out of Santiago’s way, she anxiously watched her brother approach the man who was bold enough to make a comment so lewd about his little sister.

“What? I can’t have some fun? She’s a pretty thing.” The drunk man slurred in his face, cackling obnoxiously loud as two of his friends riled him up.

That was all it took for Santiago to reel his arm back, landing a bone-cracking punch to the bastard’s face, knocking him full force off of the bar stool.

Benny stalked behind him, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides dying to get a shot in, “Watch out, Pope—“ He seethed eagerly, staring down at his bloody face.

His two friends did nothing to back him, shutting up immediately at the sight of the two revenge seeking men who had come to the “pretty thing’s” defense.

“Don’t you ever disrespect a woman like that. I’ll fuckin’ kill you— you hear me?! Motherfucker!” Benny had gotten the man pinned beneath him with his hands wrapped tightly around his throat, throwing in three punches for good measure and continuing to yell at the pervert.

“Frank— Frank you have to stop them.” She spoke hurriedly, begging him to go over there and stop the commotion. Fuck, she just wanted to go home.

Frank was torn between wanting to get in on the action or take her advice and stop his own friends from getting detained if the fight lasted any longer.

“Shit.” Frank muttered under his breath, running over to the scene, “Benny, enough man.” Frank grunted, pulling a very begrudging Miller off of the barely conscious body.

“Piece of shit.” Benny grunted with a final kick to his leg.

Pope had noticed the worker behind the bar had a phone to her ear, most likely on the line with the police.

“Let’s get outta here.” Pope spoke, wiping his knuckles on the back of his pants wincing quietly before taking his sister’s hand and leading the four of them out of the bar.

No one dared to stop them as they walked out, not one employee, they’d all heard what was said and they knew the vile man had it coming.

Once they were outside, she shut her eyes for a brief moment. Finally able to breath properly, she inhaled deeply, her lungs filling desperately.

“Bastard.” Benny grunted under his breath, face red with anger as he paced back and forth, trying to calm his rapid heart rate.

“We should go before the cops get ‘ere—“ Frank replied hastily, the faint sound of sirens approaching catching their attention momentarily.

Pope wiped at his mouth, “Hijo de puta. Fucking sick bastards.” He breathed out through his nose, leading them to where they were parked. He fished his keys out of his pocket slowly as not to disturb the swelling knuckle of his right hand.

She was quiet, getting into her brother’s vehicle silently, occupying the seat behind Pope as Benny settled in next to her behind Frank, their knees knocking together as he found a comfortable position, leaning his head against the window.

Benny was less heated now, his pulse returning to a normal rhythm, “Shit— we didn’t even get to finish the game.” He jolted upright, looking to the girl sitting beside him.

“It was a tie.” She remembered correctly, both teams had each sunk the same amount of balls.

“We were definitely winning though—“ Frank nodded his head, attempting to convince his friends that they would’ve been the winners had they finished playing.

“Not a chance.” Benny smirked at the younger girl who couldn’t help but scoff at him.

Coming to a harsh stop at a red light, Santiago hissed, “Fuck— my hand’s killing me. Benny, you alright?” He asked him, catching his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Yeah— for now. I’m not feelin’ it yet.” He looked down at his own knuckles, the dark red blood drying on them.

“Well, we’re definitely not coming back to this bar anytime soon.” She hummed, looking out the window as they began to drive again, “Or ever, honestly.”

Benny’s arm absentmindedly wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him as she relaxed into his side.

“You’re getting real close back there, Miller. I don’t like it.” Pope eyed them warily.

“He literally just fought someone for me. It’s a gesture of kindness, Tiago.” She glared at him, one eyebrow arched in his direction.

“So did I!” He scoffed, raising his arms.

“Someone’s jealous.” Benny’s statement provoked him even more, making Frank laugh from the passenger seat and earning him a pointed stare from Pope.

Pope laughed humorlessly at him, “Just— keep a distance, please.” He grimaced.

“Whatever floats your boat, handsome.” Benny winked at him in the reflection.

She rolled her eyes, biting back a grin, pushing off of Benny and sitting back in her spot.

“I love fuckin’ with you, Pope.” Benny snickered, reaching over to grab at his shoulder pinching it between his fingers.

“Yeah, yeah.” The older Garcia grunted, rolling his eyes.

Tags: @chibsytelford

[malfoysmaybank]

So What?- JJ Maybank

Part Two

part one here

summary: JJ finds himself breaking his most mandatory barrier; falling in love with a kook. but hey, he’s never been one to follow the rules.

warnings: SPOILERS!!!, angst, fluff, underage drug and alcohol consumption, cursing, past heartbreak, possible typos (i have a broken arm, i proofread once it’s posted so i’ll find edit it and fix any) SLOWBURN

wc: 1,546

a/n: thanks for the massive support on the first part! i didn’t expect that but i got crazy good feedback! im so glad you guys are enjoying this and just lmk if you wanna be tagged! also i’m sorry if these lines aren’t correct i didn’t go back to watch it and write it the same as the show, just kept the main gist of the lines. Also, about halfway through there’s some perspective changes from you to JJ. Enjoy!

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“Whatcha say? Just a day chillin on a boat with me and my friends?” JJ said, hoping you’d agree. Ever since last night, he couldn’t get you out of his head and he didn’t know why. “Uh... sure! Sounds like fun!” you said. “Keep her safe, don’t do anything stupid.” Your mom whispered to the blonde with a laugh. “Will do!” he said with a thumbs up. “Thanks Mrs. Y/L/N, you’re the best!” JJ yelled behind him as you were getting in the van. The two boys you recognized as John B and Pope liked you almost immediately, a smile coming over your face. But you turned to the girl you knew as Kiara would be a tougher nut to crack. (a/n: get your head out of the gutter John B)

“So, the famous Y/N Y/L/N. Kiara spoke up. I don’t like many kooks and I know you’re close with Sarah..” Kie started, making you panic a bit. Her and Sarah had a fallout and some drama and you befriended Sarah a couple months later. “...but JJ could not stop talking about you last night and I trust him. Plus it’s another girl to balance us out. Welcome to the Pogues!” She engulfed you in a big hug, relief washing over you. You looked over at JJ who was beet red, embarrassed about the little detail Kiara said about you never leaving his mind. You giggled a bit and John B turned up the radio.

Screaming to Tounge Tied by Grouplove, you savored this moment that felt like it was straight out of a movie. “Take me to your best friends house, I loved you then, I loved you now ooooooh yeaaaah!” You and Kie were laughing and singing at the top of your lungs like you had been friends all your life, when in reality, it had been less than 5 minutes. Finally, you got to the dock and got on the HMS Pogue.

“Y/N, watch this!” JJ grabbed a beer out of the cooler Kiara brought and got to the front of the boat. “Oh no, not again.” Kiara said with a groan. “Hey Pope, can you go a little faster please?” he asked, opening the beer. “Here we go, I’m movin.” He said and made the boat go faster. JJ put the bottle up in front of his face and beer splashed all over Kiara and I. “Oh my god, you’re getting beer in our hair!” Kiara said. Pope put a hand up. “Alright, Alright!” he said. John B and Pope argued with JJ a little before the boat suddenly hit something and jerked forwards. JJ flew off in a front flip. You, John B, and Kiara all flew forward and hit the deck. You hit your head on the side of the boat. A chorus of “What the hell, Pope?”s and groans came from the deck.

“You okay, JJ?” John B asked. “I think my heels touched the back of my head.” JJ said with a hoarse voice. “Kie, You Okay?” John B continued. “I’m alright.” she said. “Y/N?” “I think. Just hit my head a little, I’ll be good.” JJ swam over and hoisted himself on the boat. “Pope, what did you do?” he asked while helping you up and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you. It was a small gesture, yet meaningful and loving. You passed it off as platonic, you didn’t have to fall for him even harder and get your heart broken again. “Sandbar, the channel changed.” Pope replied. “Yeah, no shit.” JJ said. “You ok, Y/N? How hard did you hit your head?” He asked you, concern lacing his voice. “I’m ok, JJ.” You placed a kiss on his temple and pink dusted his cheeks and nose.

“Probably gonna mess this whole place up.” Pope continued. “Hey, I saved the beer, though!” JJ said, making you giggle a little. “Congrats, JJ.” John B said sarcastically. “Guys... I think there’s a boat down there.” Pope said. JJ let go of you and you both walked to the front of the boat where Pope was standing. “Holy Shit, he’s right!” Kie said. “Let’s go.” All of you jumped in and went to see the ship. Sure enough, there it was.

You all exclaimed in surprise when you came up for air. “That’s a Grady White, a new one of those is 500 Gs, easy. That’s a primo rig.” JJ said as he pulled you up on the boat. “Guys, I saw something in the boat when I was down there. Kie, come with me?” You and Kie jumped down for a second time and looked in the wreck. Finally, you found what you were looking for; the motel key.

“Be so careful John B! Just gimme that John D already- like when are you gonna jump in on that?” You, John B, and JJ were walking towards the motel room and you couldn’t help but overhear their converstation. “I don’t know, besides you’re the one who’s always hitting on her!” John B replied. “Of course I hit on her dude! She’s a rich, hot, hippie chick who’s slumming with us.” You couldn’t help but feel kind of hurt by that comment but you tried to ignore it. “I know that door is locked because I’ve tried it.” JJ continued.

Once you got to the room, JJ knocked on the door. “Housekeeping!” he said in a high pitched voice and you couldn’t help but quietly giggle at his antics. He looked over and smirked at you. God, that smirk killed you. Wait, no. No, you didn’t have a crush on him. You couldn’t fall in love. Not after freshman year. “We’re clear.” JJ snapped you out of your thoughts and you swung open the door.

John B was trying to get a safe open, JJ was in the bathroom, and you were looking under the bed. JJ was talking about stealing shit but you were tuning him out, still trying to get his words about Kiara and that damn smirk out of your head. Suddenly, John B opened the safe where there was a bunch of money, a gun, and some other stuff. JJ’s eyes went to the gun immediately. He was messing around with the gun and a wad of cash when there was a pang at the window and pounding on the door.

★ JJ’s Perspective ★

While I was messing around with the pistol I found, there was a tiny sound from the window and a harsh knock on the window quickly following. Cops. My first instinct was to lock the gun, put it and a wad of cash in my back pockets, and grab Y/N’s waist and pull her back against my chest. I could feel a blush creeping up her neck. I looked towards the window and had an idea. I let go of Y/N for a moment and starting to open the window, struggling at first but getting it open. I helped her on the ledge first, then John B, then myself, and closed the window.

As I got closer to Y/N, she almost slipped but I put my arm around her back, carefully holding her against the building. I felt her breath quicken. “You’re okay, I got you. It’s gonna be okay.” I gently whispered to her in an attempt to calm her down. Her breathing slowed back down and I calmed down.

Suddenly, the gun fell out of my back pocket and made a loud clang against the building. I held her closer with one arm and quietly kissed the top of her head. “Shhhh, it’s okay, just stay still baby.” I didn’t expect to call her that, but it felt natural. She nuzzled into my chest and I put my chin on the top of her head. By then the cops had finally closed the blinds, and I helped her jump down.

★ Your Perspective ★

You were still a little shaken up from the cops incident when they had gotten back on the HMS Pogue and took off, so JJ put an arm over you and let you rest your head on his shoulder. “Did you find anything?” Pope asked. JJ took his arm off my shoulders and I shivered at the loss of contact. He reached into his back pockets and pulled out a stack of cash and the gun. “Did we find anything? No, I don’t think so. Oh yeah, we did!” he said, laughing lightly and holding them up.

While Pope started freaking out about a scholarship and JJ was trying to comfort him, your mind went back to the cops incident. When he called you “baby”. You passed it off as platonic, you were falling in love and you had to keep your feelings hidden and ignored so nobody would question you.

“I copped a picture, check it. Dead bodayy.” a rando girl showed you all a picture of Scooter Grubbs’ body from her cell phone. “Insane.” Kie said. “What kind of boat did he have?” JJ asked curiously. “Somehow the dirtbag snagged a brand new Grady White. Everyone’s out looking for it.” You looked at JJ with wide eyes. God, you were in for a looooooong summer.

a/n: school is over for me tomorrow so no more distractions!!! Idk how many chapters this is gonna have but it’s gonna be pretty long. again, thanks for the amazing support on the last one and i hope you enjoy this one! if you wanna be tagged lmk! if you’re too embarrassed to ask in the comments (i get it bb) then you can message me privately and i will make sure to tag you, this is a shame-free zone!

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[tiffgeorgina]

what did you think of the new episode???

OH LORD i had a lotttt of thoughts on this episode, understandably. CONTENT WARNING FOR DISCUSSIONS OF SUICIDE AT THE VERY BOTTOM OF THIS POST (it’s a long paragraph). also obviously spoiler warning for 2x08.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255

please reach out to somebody if you’re feeling distressed after this episode, or if you or a loved one is considering self harm or suicide. im always here if you need somebody to vent or talk to. i love you all and i would be devastated if anything happened to any of you. 

anyways, episode discussion below:

-first of all, the corgina scene at the very beginning was PRICELESS. tiff and corkie had it DOWN until tiff lost her cool. i was DYING. casey wilson invented the word “fuck.”

-marcus/dawn and connie/mo double date. this whole scene had me CACKLING. marcus being such a comrade was not at all what i expected. the three-on-one connie smackdown i could not BREATHE. also includes classic moments such as “we’re doing black shit right now keith” and regina stealing every scene she’s in. also WOMEN xosha roquemore (connie) in dark lipstick is the best part of s2 prove me wrong

-also kind of out of order but dawn calling mo her best friend did not sit right... like in my soul. it’s like inherently wrong. so STRANGE to hear her say that.

-but connie sucks at being subtle lmfao dawn was not having any of that 

-“i can’t vote. im a felon” just out of nowhere GOD. and the fact that that’s the first time dawn’s learning that mo went to prison is fucked up. i’ve never seen a woman want a man to shut up so badly, and i’ve never been so glad that said man did not shut up lmfao

-tiff and blair’s apartment looks so good yes god!! also this season keeps referencing blair’s parents and it’s kind of putting me on edge. especially since next episode is “blair [being] forced to revisit his past.” on another note, andrew’s voice in this scene is SO FUNNY. you can tell he’s a voice actor i think

-also like we knew blair was into older men but now we like know lmfao. the richard gere jokes had LAYERS these writers outsold

-ok blair&tiff’s relationship... yikes. i cannot tell what the writers want their relationship to be. are they unhealthy and toxic and bad to each other? or are they platonic soulmates and life partners? make up your MIND, showtime.

-DON’T INFANTILIZE THE CUP BYE KJDFHGDFKJ

-first blarris scene was TENSE. acting good

-the confirmation that roger has kids... i mean i suspected it from the moment tuc’s character was announced in september but it makes the ending so much more painful. i KNOW that’s the only reason why they pushed the fact that the harrises are parents in this episode, bc it was never confirmed earlier.

-i hate how funny michael hitchcock is. im trying to hate newell but im laughing. why are his lines so funny who wrote this. 

-the sound design in this episode was a lot to take in. the music was intense asf and it stays intense throughout the whole ep

-keith cracking onto blair and trying to reconcile with him bc he’s feeling empathetic but blair shutting him down... can’t say keith doesn’t deserve it but i would’ve loved to have seen keith and blair just talk about being closeted and having affairs and shit.

-THE TRUMP CHILDREN LMFAOOOO they all look so smug the casting was great this ep

-mo shit talking connie TO HER FACE bc he knows connie can’t give up the act... fucking priceless i love to see it acab

-dawnroe physical contact hhhhh can you tell im rewatching this ep as i type this

-the wording on the “you’re with the FBI?” line is so perfect. bc it makes it totally sound like dawn’s onto mo and connie when really she’s just like “you’re siding with the FBI bitch?” highkey genius line

-posted this too early by accident oops. im still editing im not done yet lmfao

-MARCUS MO AND DAWN SAID ACAB FUCK YES

-ROGER GRABBING BLAIR’S HAND I AM ASCENDING. i knew about the hand holding scene there but i didn’t think roger would initiate it <3

-roger nearly kissing blair :’/

-LORD the trump children are little shits god

-daddy says it makes me look hot. you mean cute? ...no.

-oh GOD not this blarris scene. i like to believe that a gay person generally wouldn’t threaten to out another gay person on principle, but blair has shown how shitty of a person he's become all season. i hate it and it’s still ooc but i’ve seen worse on this show tbh.

-roger’s got a point, if he supports his campaign fund manager right off the bat, he’ll look like a total fraud and his career will be over. the fact that blair barely gives a shit really speaks to what his character has become. “fuck them” what a classic line

-ANDREW’S ACTING!!! his voice when he says “you use me” ugh i felt that in my chest. plus roger looking away after he says that... i mean god this cast is so talented

-blair snapping god. he’s got a point, he and roger have been dysfunctional asf all season. doesn’t justify threatening to out somebody AT ALL but finally hearing some emotion out of blair, a little bit of anger and frustration, it’s refreshing.

-does “who are you, blair?” count as a parallel to “who are you, pfaff?” from 1x01?

-blair outing roger to newell... yikes. again ooc and bad. blair’s a shitty guy but we’ve seen him have empathy before, even in s2. why would they make him do this i don’t get it.

-keith finding out about lenny is good. maybe something will finally come of this arc?

-parallel to 2x02 with blair mentioning his mom’s phrase, cool. probably gearing us up for more references to his parents next ep, culminating in a flashback to his childhood in 2x10.

-this scene where the trump kids are destroying everything is classic. you can genuinely tell that everybody there was having so much fun shooting that. idk, it’s nice.

-trump reveal HA what a great end to that scene

-keith coming by and fucking everything up... i mean i guess everybody KNOWS now. dawn/marcus is over (good) and dawn is probably right pissed at mo rn. but hey, fuck em all resurgence!!! ive been waiting for it and now it’s here!

-im scared, what’s connie gonna do? fuck cops

-“that’s a long way to go just to get a dig in” “it was a stretch but-” see what happens when you’re a narc? you lose your wit :/ sad! nice exit line from connie tho

-CW SUICIDE MENTION. ok time to talk about what definitely needs to be talked about. god this has had my chest hurting all day yesterday. i knew blarris would be outed eventually bc sho likes to milk every plot point for every bit of drama they can get out of it, but i did not expect roger to take his life. and blair finding him is just devastating. i said this on twt, but the fact that somebody could be so overwhelmed with internalized homophobia that being outed could cause them to commit suicide is so incredibly and deeply sad to me. i’ve been crying for a while over that fact. 

im just. im really sad. i’ve connected so much with these characters over the past two-ish years and this is such a devastating turn of events. i have no words. it isn’t bad writing or ooc by any means, it’s just so extremely and incredibly sad. there are probably thousands of people who have been in roger’s exact position before, and the realism really hits me hard. i can’t put into words how overwhelming sad this makes me. 

also pretty upset that this came as a COMPLETE shock to me and all my friends. we all watched on the sho streaming service, which did not have the “viewer discretion advised” card before the ep. the premier did, but the episode on the app did not. i really REALLY wish they had added that before i had seen the episode so i could prepare myself, even if just slightly. also wish they had added a suicide hotline number at the end. 

seeing blair grieve his loss is going to hurt but it’s probably going to give us closure too. i think about this show all the time, and now thinking about it makes me so overwhelmingly sad. i sound dramatic but this show has been with me for so long. not being able to see much of blair’s reaction beside the initial shock has been haunting me. im so scared for what the future episodes are going to bring.

thank you for reading, i love you all <3

[oh-theatre]

Objection!: Chapter 26

Chapter title: When Youre Home

A/n: Sorry it took awhile and im sorry its shorter!! Ive been really busy but I still wanted to get a chapter out! And ofc cant tell you what happens just yet also gotta let ya suffer. Sorry its bad but enjoy!! PLEASE LEAVE ME COMMENTS YALL! PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS AND IF ITS CONFUSING OR YOU HAVE QUESTIONS IM HERE TO ANSWER THEM OK?

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words: 2356

summary: The world freezes as the gang follows the events of the previous night

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene,  murder, gun mention, guns, swearing, abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol, shooting, crying

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“Dada!” No, Logan couldn't. His throat closes tightly hearing the sound of frantic children racing toward him. Wiping away his nervous tears he stands, the twins waste no time as Logan kneels to nuzzle themselves into him. Emile and Remy, somber faces, approach from behind. “Where's Papa?” Valerie shakes, her fears from the night only arising.

“Um...Patton is…” Logan cant speak, the words catch in his throat, stuck at some border keeping them down. “He’s…” He doesn't wish to beg for assistance, but his eyes beg  to anyone. Everyone avoids him, except…

“Why don't we go get some food?” Emile offers, the twins attention, tired and worn out, and focuses on the doctor. “We can get something for your dad” Emile and Remy work in sync, taking the pair from Logan. Nothing changes but the smallest glint shows his thankfulness. They set off and just as soon as they appeared, they fade into the rush of the midnight hour at the hospital. Cold and dark, Logan wants them back, the aching his body feels as he no longer can feel their presence.

He could see the crowd move, he could hear their mumblings and the world continue on. But he felt numb, like static surrounding him, nothing was there. Silence in this noisy void. Even when Virgil places his hand on the lawyers shoulder it takes a moment to register, then his face only sends him back.

“Hey we he- Patton” It takes almost no time to identify the ooze of blood and the frozen terror in the center of the courtroom. Virgil steps back, a moment of hesitation, Roman rushing by him sparks him back alive. He had never seen a puzzle so broken, so many pieces lost. Logan couldn't speak, but he held so tightly. But to what? Virgil hated it but it didnt look like Patton.

“Hel..help” Logan manages, something in him however was gone. Virgil couldn't look anymore, the pale face, he longed to see the bright smile, promising love as it flashed to all it passed. The sparkle of his eyes, a smart shine closed as they looked empty. Nothing was there, no one was there….

“Uhm Roman Reial, I need an ambulance… the courthouse on Preise Boulevard” He rushes, his breaths short and scared. “A-a gunshot wound...please just hurry” He pleads, Logan continues staring towards the door. The icy blue that sparked with wisdom and his unsuspected and treasured love had melted. They were empty, devoid of purpose to shine.

“We...we’re engaged” He mumbles, Virgil looks to Pattons hands instantly. The scuffed skin didn't distract from the stunning glimmer of the ring around his finger.

“C-come on” Virgil tries “We have to get him out of here...or apply pressure...or stop the bleeding or-”

“Virge breathe” Roman takes his hand, squeezing it gently. Their eyes meet and the dangerous storm dies down in Virgil, finding a light rain should suffice. “He’ll be ok”

“Don't make promises you can't keep” Virgil whispers, listening to a silent Logan crying ever so gently over a fallen love. Roman cups his cheek, the movement feeling natural.

“I'm not” He takes Virgil to the side, calming him as medics and cops file in. The pair are guilty as they ignore Logan's desperate cries, shunning away while Patton, if you can call his lifeless body that was hauled away. Logan sinks again, unable to move, no one makes a sound, the room falls quiet once more. “Logan…” Roman begins, his caution at a high point. The lawyer shakes his head, searching for the words, any words. A simple croak.

“Hes-”

“Dead” Logan mutters “He's dead” He slumps into his chair, Roman and Virgil share uneasy glances.

“What happened?!” The three look up, their eyes landing in unison. A fiery path alight as Barbara marched towards them, Marcy following her footsteps trying to put out the dark. Logan stands, not expecting the rough descent to the physical world. “What did you do?” She spits, desperate as everything falls apart.

“Barb!” Marcy calls, gently removing her from a distant Logan. “Bubbles take a breath, it's not Logan's fault” Marcy assures, stroking ever so delicately to her wife. Barbara tries to conjure an argument but shatters, falling into Marcys arms as she cries.

Shouldn't Logan be doing the same?

Why couldn't he feel the pain?

Had he succumbed...to the dark?

Not too long ago his confusion was riddled with unbearable pain, the sadness too much to feel as it coursed through his veins, practically pumping his breath. He needed Patton, that took something out of him. The name, even the mere thought was too much, a break in his step. Turning rapidly away from this scene, too much of a mirror of his inner turmoil, he walks to the door, and kept going. Ignore, he told himself, ignore the shouts and the concern.

“Patton Hart” He demands, the woman perks up, a note of sympathy accompanies her sweet smile. She dials the phone, hushed whispers before she returns to Logan, the man no doubt seemed insane.

“I'm sorry sir, mister Hart is still in surgery” She informs. “We will send someone out with updates, but please return to the waiting room” She requests, her politeness and formality wasn't something Logan could argue. And it made sense, what was he thinking. Resigned with shame he returns to the group, the moment his sweaty back hits the chair he gives in. The tears just come, you'd think dehydration might be a risk as he sobs with no filter. No one dared move, not even a breath escaped but Barbara's face morphs, she takes his side, clutching hard. If he needed pressure, he was getting it.

Everyone loved him, but these two...it was different. The pain, the absolute grief they felt, couldn't be matched, only sprouted from their passionate love. Even if there's differences between each other, it was intense...and it hurt. And they shared that, how awful…

~~~

“I hear kids” Patton chuckles into the pillow, Logans arms remain around the smaller of the pair. It was true, the feet moved rapidly through the house, the wooden floors revealing their location with coy creaks. Logan groans, nuzzling into Patton not wishing to lose this warmth. “C’mon” Patton giggles, a gentle kiss on Logan's cheek before he sits up. His hair falling perfectly into a fluffed cloud. The pair reach for their glasses, preparing for the wave that approaches them.

“Papa! Dada!” The door bursts and the twins spare no one, jumping into the bed as they pounce on the fathers. Both lawyers fall back, laughing through muffled embraces. The twins had grown immensely, and yet they insisted on Sunday morning hugs.

“Where do you attain all this energy?” Logan wonders, adjusting Remus in front of him, the boy bounces excited. “It's eight in the morning” Logan yawns, Valerie follows suit sitting next to her brother.

“Lo they've only been alive for ten years, they have all the energy in the world” Patton teases, resting his head on Logan's accepting shoulder. “Why don't we give your father some space, come on Ill make you breakfast” Patton takes his time, slipping on his slippers as he leads the eager twins to the kitchen. The skip behind him, humming sweetly as they clutch to his hands.

“Cartoons?” Remus proposes, Patton nods and allows them to set up in front of the couch. The shows blare loud but nothing Patton didn't enjoy or was used to, he begins his work diligently in the kitchen. Never could he gain tired of the sweet bouts of laughter from the children.

“Good morning pop!” Patton turns, a giant grin spreads. Terrence stands idle, his cup tight in his small hands, his smile reflects brightly.

“Well good morning sweetness” Patton greets, kneeling slightly to face the young boy. “What can I do for you?” He offers, Terrence holds out his cup, shaking it gladly. “Juice or water?”

“Juice please! Jamahl sleeping still” He replies, Patton obliges, securing the drink into his hands once more. “Thank you kindly!” He beams, Patton hides a sweet chuckle, his vocabulary increasing everyday. “Hello papa” He waves to a slumbering Logan, hugging his legs before racing off to join his siblings, Logan ruffles his hair watching him go. Patton giggles turning back to his work, the stove ready for the delectable delight.

“Mmm” Logan hums, his arms wrapping gently around Patton's waist. His head falls perfectly on the mans shoulder, burrowing with ease. Patton giggles, the tickles certainly help to awake the man. Logan grows impatient spinning Patton towards him, leaning into a gentle kiss, a nice satisfaction as he pulls away.

“What was that for?” Patton laughs, Logan shrugs returning to his position. He enjoys watching his husband work, the careful manner as he prepares food, the unconscious humming that carries a tune. He places yet another kiss on Patton's cheek, wanting to remain as such forever. They both take a moment to turn to the children, each excited as the animation dances across the stage. Patton takes Logans hands in his own, interlacing their fingers as they watch.

“I want another” Logan yawns, Patton continues his cooking. He shakes his head stirring the coffee pouring two even cups.

“Another kiss?” He jokes, obliging by his own manner. Logan pouts and pulls Patton back to him. “Yes dearest?” He wonders

“Another kid” Logan presses, Pattons amused smile remains but falters a tad. “I mean look at them, they're perfect” Logan smiles, his glasses drooping. Patton adjusts them for him but bites his tongue. “Come on...I was looking and talking to Lia and-” Patton interjects quickly

“Lo I don't want another kid” He admits, his brows furrowed with concern. Logan takes a step back, their hands remain connected.

“I….what?” Logan mutters “I mean...you love kids. And you're wonderful with them. I don't understand…” Patton strokes his cheek, calming the anxiety he can see forming.

“I do love kids. I love Virgils son, I adore Thomas and the twins and Terrence are my life” Patton promises, yet something is off. “I just...I don't want another kid” He restates. “Divine, we are both full time lawyers and I'm on the city counsel. We already have trouble balancing our schedules with them. Adopting a child, no matter the age would be difficult. And it wouldn't be fair on them” Patton explains.

“What about Terrence? And Jamahl?” Logan marvels, scouring his brain. “That was even more dire, you were just out of the hospital a-and you were just starting. I was just beginning to learn what it meant to be a father-”

“And you are amazing at it” Patton smiles, Logan can't find the same urge.

“Terrence was a baby, I mean we could take in a grown child...like Jamahl. Statistics show that they are less likely to be taken in and it would save us the trouble of a newborn and it would be easier to help them adjust and understand” Logan rushes, desperate. “We can do it” He assures, Pattons usual determination, his need to please Logan just couldn't conjure itself.

“I-im sorry Lo, I don't want another kid” Patton laments, finally it seems their hands find their way apart.

“Ok maybe not now, I mean maybe in the future we could-” Logan tries. Pattons hands clutch to the table, the spatula could sink into the counter.

“No Logan you're not hearing me” He whispers, wishing to keep this to themselves. “I don't want another kid, We’ve got two ten year olds. Both who have been through more than any ten year old should. Both also very familiar to a broken home, and wishing for nothing more than to keep what stability they have. We've got a little five year old who despite being just a baby was thrown through system and system and didn't know a stable and safe home until he took his first steps on that carpet over there and his over-protective brother finally trusted us” Patton takes a frustrated breath “We have full careers and If I know you, which I pride myself on, you want it go further and advance” He watches the once expression he hated so much, Logans eyes fall hopeless. He takes his cheeks, aweing so gently. “Logan, my starlight, I love you so much. I love you, and the kids and my job and my friends. I like our life. But I don't want another kid, Jamahls about to go off to college, the twins are going to be in highschool in no time and Terrence is beginning school” Patton serves the now saddened breakfast, moving to the table as he sets it. Molly whines at his feet for food, he wishes to coo but his heart feels heavy.

“Patton I-” Logan begins

“I have to go wake up Jamahl, he has SAT prep and Thomas is coming over soon to play with Terrence” Patton gives another look before disappearing behind the wall. Both take shuddered breaths fearing their own ability to stop tears. The house felt tense, hard to move through, hard to breath. Hard to stay still, why was it shaking?

“Logan” The softest voice cuts through, the lawyer sputters awake, his eyes flutter open. Virgil kneels in front of him, his hands gentle as he places a hold on the man. “He's out of surgery” Virgil informs, Logan nods before fully comprehending Virgil's words. He jumps up, rushing to the doctor who was seemingly reporting to Barbara.

“...he hasn't awoken yet but his vitals are stable for now” The man finishes, thats all Logan needed. “As you are immediate family you can see him, the rest of you will have to wait” Logans heart drops, falling below his knees. Barbara rings her hands but takes Logan.

“This is his husband” The doctor checks his chart, skeptical as to who is listed. “Its recent so he hasn't had time to update it” Barbara adds, Logan would be eternally grateful to her later. Especially as they walk through the forbidden doors and straight down to the room…

His room.  

[flamegatorwrites]

Feel (BruAbba oneshot)

Warnings: PART 5 SPOILERS, angst, death

A/N: ok hi so i wrote all of this in like 2 hours so im sorry if its trash. ive been hardcore vibing with bruabba lately, and ive needed to vent, so this was sort of a 2 in 1 combo haha. also uhh part 5 spoilers so if you havent gotten past like episode 28 then leave unless you want it spoiled for you.

Dealing with loss was always something Bruno was good at. He had to be; not only for himself, but now that he was promoted to capo, he had to stay strong for Passione- well, what remained of it.

Narancia had finally tired himself out. He was inside of the turtle now, leaving only Bruno and Giorno outside on the boat. They were on their way to the Colosseum, where the man in the computer told them to go. He still didn't fully trust whoever it was, but it was a hell of a lot better than sitting back and doing nothing. Worst case scenario, it turns out to be a stand user.

He didn't want to admit to the others that he didn't trust the man. He didn't even want to be around the others. Usually, dealing with the loss of a loved one, he'd been alone. He'd been able to pick himself back up and grieve fairly easily. Now that he was the sole guardian of literal children, it wasn't exactly the same. Not only did it hurt to watch them grieve over someone closer to them than their own families, it hurt to lose the man he considered the love of his life.

Bruno always considered him an attractive man. Leone Abbacchio, one of the most esteemed police in Italy. He and Bruno never interacted during Abbacchio's days as a cop, but Bruno always found himself admiring him- from his work ethic, to his sense of justice, and even his looks. But as everyone knows, as beautiful as Italy is, everyone in charge was cruel and corrupt- and willing to kill. Soon, Leone became what he hated the most. After his partner died, he retired. His life went down the drain, he became an alcoholic, and he gave up on everything- including that sense of justice that Bruno loved so much.

Eventually, Bruno decided to shoot his shot. He only had one man on his team, and that wasn't enough to achieve his main goal. Besides, he'd always wanted to talk to him anyways, so why not start then?

He was a little hard to convince at first. He wouldn't even open the door. Bruno would've thought he was dead if he hadn't seen the curtains beside the door move.

Every day for almost two months, Bruno would come by to check on him. Sometimes he would bring fresh food, other times he would simply listen to Leone, allowing him to vent to someone who wouldn't judge him. Eventually, he decided to join Passione, and he moved in with Bruno.

It was only meant to be platonic. Sure, Bruno did find him attractive, and he may have developed a crush. But it would pass, he kept telling himself. Abbacchio relied on him, he trusted him. What would he think if Bruno turned around and shoved all of his feelings down his throat? Bruno didn't even know if he felt that way about other men, let alone himself.

One night, though, that changed. He'd been living with them for around 4 months by then, and it was around two in the morning. Bruno was awakened by Fugo and Narancia shaking him firmly. 

"What's wrong?" Bruno yawned. It wasn't until he heard the screaming that he got up and ran out of the room, the younger boys trailing behind.

"Narancia, search the area! It's late, so nobody-"

"Bucciarati, I already have!" 

"Well do it again, damn it!" He growled, bursting into Abbacchio's room. He was screaming as if he'd been stabbed, flailing wildly about his bed. 

"Go!" he yelled at the boys. Narancia summoned Aerosmith, running back down the hallway, and Fugo glared at him.

Bruno kneeled down beside the bed. He looked for any blood on the sheets, any sign that someone had broken in, but he found nothing. He wasn't hurt- he was having a night terror. 

"Leone," he said, lightly shaking the older man's arm. "Leone, wake up."

He sat up immediately, his silver hair clinging to his neck and forehead. He coughed, loudly, clutching his sweaty t-shirt. 

"Fugo," Bruno called, "I need a glass of water!"

He didn't bother to listen for his footsteps down the stairs. Instead, he only focused on Abbacchio. He was silent, except for his heavy breathing. Bruno sat on the bed beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Abbacchio trembled under his touch. The expression on his face could only be described as pure emptiness. The tears in his eyes began to fall down his cheeks, trailing some of the leftover eyeliner from the night before with it. 

Bruno wiped them away with his thumb, then pushed his stray hairs behind his ear. Fugo appeared beside them with the glass of water, holding it out for Abbacchio to take.

"Grazi," Bruno whispered, as Abbacchio grasped the cup. "I'm sorry for being so rude earlier, I hope you and Narancia can forgive me."

"It's alright, sir," Fugo sighed. "Should I tell Narancia to go back to bed?"

"That would be great," Bruno smiled. "You go ahead and get some rest too. We'll have an easy day tomorrow, so you can sleep in as long as you'd like."

"Thank you, Bucciarati."

Fugo trudged out of the room and called for Narancia. Bruno turned back to Abbacchio, who'd drank most of the water. He sat the glass down on the bedside table. He wasn't as sweaty anymore, and his breathing had returned back to normal, but he was still shaking.

"I thought something happened to you," Bruno sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know what the hell I'd do if you got hurt-"

"Bruno," Abbacchio whispered, his voice hoarse and shaky. "I'm so sorry. I'm okay."

"No you're not, Leone."

"It's been so long…" his voice broke. He began to sob, his quiet tone slowly getting louder. "It's been months since he died and I still have nightmares about it! Every fucking night all I can see is his face. It's all I can fucking think about!"

"Leone, it's alright-"

"No, it's not fucking alright, Bruno!"

He buried his face in Bruno's chest. Bruno embraced him, taken aback by the sudden contact. Abbacchio was not a hugger. Hell, he hardly even spoke unless it was with Bruno. 

Fugo and Narancia peeked into the doorway. Bruno waved them off, hoping they would just go back to bed. They gave in and left, still eyeing the two older men suspiciously. 

"Bruno," Abbacchio whispered, "Please don't leave me."

"I won't."

"I just… I just need you with me. You're the only person that understands."

"Leone," he sighed. "It's okay to hurt. It's okay to feel. I'll always be here for you."

Abbacchio sat up and his eyes met Bruno's. Bruno stared in awe. He never noticed how beautiful his irises were. They were golden and rimmed with a light purple, almost like a ray of sunlight shining through the darkest storm clouds you'd ever seen. It was beautiful- he was beautiful. 

It's okay to feel.

His own words repeated in his head. Bruno leaned back on the bed, Abbacchio joining him. After some adjusting and moving around, they found themselves in a comfortable position. Abbacchio laid his head on Bruno's chest, his long hair flowing around them like a waterfall. Bruno ran his fingers through the silver locks, and Leone almost immediately relaxed. 

Bruno stayed up to make sure Abbacchio fell asleep. Eventually, his breathing evened out and he began to lightly snore.

And it stayed like that. That's how they slept almost every night until today.

"Bucciarati."

He was pulled out of his trance by Giorno. The blond was now sitting beside him, a hand on his shoulder. Mista was on the other end of the boat beside the motor, feeding the pistols some chips. He was silent, which was new to everyone. Mista always had a smartass comment waiting to come out, but he wasn't even looking up at the other two.

"I think you should go into the turtle. Mista and I can keep watch."

"Why do you say that?" Bruno asked. "I'm fine."

"Sir, please," Giorno sighed. "I know how it feels to lose someone close to you. You need to rest, you've been working hard enough as it is."

"I'm fine," Bruno snapped. "I'm not going to take orders from someone lower in the gang than me- especially someone who only joined this gang three days ago."

"I-I'm sorry, sir, I j-"

"Don't 'I'm sorry' me! You don't even know how I feel right now. You'll never understand this!"

"Sir-"

"I lost someone who I'd planned my entire future with! I lost the love of my life, and you don't even understand how I feel! You don't understand how any of us feel. If it weren't for you, I'd still have him here! He hated you! I should've listened to him!"

Giorno sat in silence, staring down at his shoes. Bruno knew he'd regret saying all of that- his and Abbacchio's relationship had been kept private from the other members, and for a good reason, too.

"I'm going into the turtle," he mumbled. He decided to get in before either of them could say anything about his rant. He knew he had to get it together before the others woke up. He couldn't act like this in front of them- he was their capo, they looked up to him, they respected him. He couldn't feel this way around them.

Then, he heard those words running through his head that he'd told Abbacchio all those years ago-

It's okay to feel.

[turtle-steverogers]

Not Guilty- 2

murder mystery’s back! im having too much fun with this story guys

Link to chap 1 in case you need it

warnings: albert being a human disaster, abuse of the word ‘milk’

ship: ralbert, platonic spalbert

word count: 1680

editing: lmaoooo no

Chap 2

When Albert gets to the precinct the next morning, he’s wary to find a wrapped parcel on his desk that looks suspiciously like a sandwich.  He pokes at it, frowning when he sees a singular smiley face drawn on the underside in black sharpie.

 “Hey, uh, Spot?” He calls, looking up when he hears his partner’s chair roll out from his desk and subsequently poke his head around the low wooden wall that separates their cubicles.

“Yes, honeycakes?” Spot’s expression is the face of innocence and Albert’s stomach churns.

“Did you-” He stumbles, gesturing to the presumed sandwich, “Is this for me?”

“It’s on your desk, isn’t it?” Spot smiles, rolling back into his cubicle.

Albert sighs, taking off his messenger bag and jacket and sitting heavily in his desk chair.  He cautiously unwraps the white paper to find a loaded meatball sub sitting in the middle of a napkin.  There’s a sticky note placed delicately on the fluffy white bread and Albert plucks it up, squinting at the words:

Sorry you didn’t finish your sandwich xoxo Spottie

He laughs probably too loud and sticks the sticky note on his desktop, right next to the note from Jack that reads: ‘I’m sorry for stealing your pants, I had brains on mine’ after Jack had taken his extra pair of slacks from his locker when his got spoiled at a crime scene.

He takes a bite of the sandwich, pleased to find that he can still stomach his favorite Gianno’s special after yesterday’s events.  As he chews, careful not to get any tomato sauce on his shirt, he plucks a sticky note from his own pad and scrawls out: Thanks, Pop Spotcket.  Love u, dear xoxo and tosses it over to Spot.

A moment later, Spot snorts indignantly, “‘Pop Spotcket’? Really? Does anyone actually use those anymore?  The only person I know who has one is my niece and she’s eleven.”

Albert rolls his chair so he’s in Spot’s cubicle, sandwich still in hand, “I have one, asshole.  They’re useful.  Anyway, thanks for the sandwich.  How’s it looking at Gianno’s?”

Spot sighs wearily, placing a stack of papers down and turning from his computer to look at Albert, “Eh.  They’re closed today.  I stopped by this morning to pick up some evidence left at the crime scene and one of the waiters asked if I wanted anything and I remembered that you didn’t get to finish your lunch yesterday so…”

“Thanks, man,” Albert says, mouth full.  Spot wrinkles his nose and tells him not to speak with food in his mouth.  Albert rolls his eyes, “Anyway, evidence?  What’s new?”

“Nothing really,” Spot says, “Just Wiesel’s receipt from his last meal.  Wasn’t really much on it, but it gave us a sure timestamp that lines up with our original record, so at least that’s set.”

“Good,” Albert shoves the last bit of sandwich into his mouth, licking his fingers.

“Yeah.  Saw our boy there, though.”

Albert raises his eyebrows, “Higgins?”

“Mhm.”

“How’s he?”

Spot shrugs, “Didn’t talk to him.  Kid looked like shit.  Well, more shitty than yesterday if that’s somehow possible.  Kept sending cute little glares my way, fucking ray of sunshine, that one.”

“Christ,” Albert grimaces, “I’m convinced he’s a player in this debacle somehow.  I mean, he seemed genuinely surprised when he found out the vic was Wiesel, but too many strings lead to connections on his end.”

“Yeah,” Spot agrees, “I dunno, I say we dig a little into Wiesel’s other relations as well.  I feel like there’s a gap here somewhere.”

“Toxicology came back,” Albert says after a pause.

Spot looks at him, eyebrows raised, “And?”

“Sarin poison in the blood.  Stab wounds were post-mortem.  Someone wanted this shit to look messier than it is.”

“Interesting.  I wonder who’d go through the trouble of poisoning, then following up with a physical attack.  ‘Specially in a public place.  S’kinda risky.”

“That’s what I was thinking, but whoever it was, clearly knew what they were doing.”

“Clearly…”

XXX

Albert never understood why there was such a wide variety of milks in the world.  And why, in this moment, he can’t find any simple fucking 2%.  

He scans over the selection again, bypassing the almond and oat milks and skimming over the fritzy lactose free shit.  There’s strawberry milk and chocolate milk on display and even horrifyingly enough, mint milk, but no fucking 2%.  It’s not even like this fucking bodega is big enough to warrant having so many milks. 

He just wants some damn normal person milk!

“Excuse me, detective.” 

Albert doesn’t startle.  He doesn’t.  He’s a trained law enforcement officer and detective.  People like him don’t fucking startle.  But, he is on high, professional alert when he turns around to see Antonio Fucking Higgins standing behind him, eyebrows raised in what’s probably amusement and hands shoved in his pockets.

Albert makes a strangled noise, eyes working on their own accord as they trail down Higgins’ body.  He’s sweaty, looking like he just came from some sort of workout, and a pair of tight adidas running pants hug his legs in all the right places.  He’s in a tank top today, somehow doing his arms more justice than the grey shirt he’d been wearing yesterday.  A hat sits backwards on his head, doing little to tame the curls that are trying to sneak out of the stupid hole where the strap meets the fabric.  He looks hot and it’s unfair and Albert’s never been ashamed of his sexuality, but right now he’s wishing that he could reign in his gay ass a little bit because aside from the fact that Higgins is a bit of a prick, he’s also a suspect and that’s, like, number one in the Book of Nope for cops of any kind.

Higgins is still looking at him, but now there’s a small crease of concern between his eyebrows, “You alright, man?” He asks, “You look kinda like you’re having a heart attack.  Do you have any chest pain?  Your left arm feel numb at all?”

Albert shakes himself, morphing his expression into something he hopes looks less like Gay Panic, “Yeah, sorry, I-” He splutters a bit, then shuts his mouth with a click.  

Higgins scoffs, “I just need milk, man, you mind?”

Albert starts, hastily stepping out from where he was definitely blocking the milk selection and watching as Race grabs a carton of-- fucking 2%.  How did he find it so fast?  How did Albert not see it?  He’s supposed to be the one trained to look for details others don’t see!

Trying not to flush, Albert reaches out and grabs a carton as well and Higgins looks at him again, laughing, “You were standing here for a long time, dude, I thought you were gonna murder the milk for a second.”

“Couldn’t find the 2%.” Albert mumbles, blushing harder when Higgins laughs louder.

“Real good reconnaissance there, detective.”

When Higgins is laughing, his face changes into something a whole lot more pleasant.  Not that it was ever unpleasant (the dude’s got a jawline of a god), but some of the hardness in his eyes and shadows on his face go away and for just a second, he looks like the 25 year old he’s supposed to be.  It’s nice, Albert thinks, ignoring the way alarm bells are going off in his head.

“Shut up, Higgins, I’m tired.  Some of us have to read about murders all day, so excuse me if my milk finding skills aren’t the most refined.”

Higgins’ face softens and the smile in his eyes turns into something else that Albert doesn’t want to dissect, “Race.”

“What?”

“Higgins is my dad, not me.  And I don’t like the name Antonio very much, so if we’re gonna be talking more, be it over murder or milk, call me Race.”

“Race?”

Higgins--Race--winks, “That’s a story for level five amici.”

“Oh, okay.”

They pause for a moment and even though Albert’s not drunk, his inhibitions seem to flutter away from him against his will as he blurts out, “Drinks sometime? Would- uh- would you wanna get drinks sometime?”

And fuck-fuck- SHIT- what are you doing Dasilva? What the fuck?

Race considers him for a moment, “Not that I wouldn’t hit that,” he nods to Albert’s body and Albert flushes.  Damnit with the flushing!  He’s 26, not some flouncy high schooler, “But I don’t think that’s a good idea, detective.”

Albert nods, “No, yeah, honestly I don’t know why I asked- uh-”

“Relax, don’t have an aneurysm, it’s okay.  I just don’t think it’s a good idea right now.”

“No no, you’re right.  Absolutely.”

There’s another pause, then Race smiles apologetically, “I gotta go get the rest of my groceries.  Take care.”

Albert cringes internally at how fucking painfully awkward this exchange has been, “You too,” he says, watching Race retreat to the wine aisle.  He takes another moment to gather himself, then goes to the checkout line.

XXX

Albert turns up the volume on his TV, pleased with the quiet solitude of his apartment for the night.  He doesn’t love living alone, but it’s been a long couple days and he’s been looking forward to a night to himself since he’d woken up that morning.  Just him, some thai, and the Animal Planet playing reruns of ‘It’s Me or the Dog’ all night.  Fucking self care.

He’s just yelling at some dog owner on the TV for feeding his pug 24 eggs a day and watching as Victoria Stilwell chews out the greasy fucker when his phone rings on the coffee table in front of him. 

Groaning, Albert mutes the show and chugs down a few sips of beer, before picking up the phone and answering with an annoyed, “Someone better be dying.”

There’s silence on the other end and Albert pulls the phone away from his ear to check the caller ID.  It’s Spot.  Shit, someone might actually be dying.”

“Spot?  Everything okay?”

Spot sounds sheepish when he says, “Well no one’s dying, technically…”

“But…”

“There was another murder.”

“Shit.”

-

Race went straight home after the bodega, right? RIGHT!??!? stay tuned ;)

thanks saph for ‘pop spotcket’

thanks for reading, chiefs

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