#hang on im normal it's just past my bedtime

[slashpaws]

I NEED TO LISTEN TO TRIGGERING MUSIC OR I MIGHT DIE

#hang on im normal it's just past my bedtime #talking.txt #adam's song HERE I COME

[seangelfish]

would it be possible to request buster bros and what they would be like with a younger sister reader !! im not sure if this breaks any of the rules with like multiple characters im sorry 😭

Yes!! I love Buster Bros sooo much so I’m really excited to receive this request! And don’t worry, you haven’t broken any of the rules. I do allow multiple characters in headcanon/platonic fics, hehe! I hope you enjoy reading!!

Buster Bros w/ a younger sister

Featured characters: Ichiro Yamada, Jiro Yamada and Saburo Yamada (separate)

Genres/types: Headcanons

Word count: 2,006

A/N: For this, I decided to write the younger sister reader as a year or two younger than Saburo (age 12/13). I prefer the older sister trope when it comes to the baby bros, but this is actually a really cute fic request and I had a blast writing it!

Saburo's section was the hardest to write for, I'm not sure how it's longer than Ichiro's and Jiro's lmao I wrote this really quickly because I love them so so much, and I was honestly waiting for someone to request these three haha

ICHIRO YAMADA

- He doesn’t like picking favourites out of all his siblings, but Jiro and Saburo knows for sure that you’re his favourite.

- Is very kind towards you — of course he is kind to his brothers too — but even if you make a big mistake, he’ll just laugh at you, ruffle your hair, and tell you not to do it again. However, just because he's like this to you, doesn't mean he won't be stern. You need to learn that things have its consequences!

- You’re his cute little sister! All he wants to do is spoil you. Whenever he’s out and about in the streets of Ikebukuro, and something cute catches his eye, he’ll buy it for you. You’re always appreciative of it. Unfortunately, he won’t buy you snacks even when you beg for it.

“Nope, no snacks for you, (Y/N). It’ll ruin your teeth.”

“But onii-chan!”

“No means no.”

- Is very overprotective since he’s well known for his past delinquency and now for his role as leader for the Buster Bros. He’ll usually say no when you want to hang out with your friends from school. You understand why he’s doing this, but it’s still going to be annoying.

“Why can’t I just live a normal life?!” you cry one day.

Ichiro tenses up at this. “H-Hey, I’m trying my best, (Y/N)… Why don’t we do this? You can hang out with your friends this weekend if you let one of us keep an eye out for you?”

You take a while to answer.

“Okay… as long as you don’t make yourself seen by my friends.”

“Haha, deal.”

- Despite that, you’re able to hang out with all your brothers together whether it’s just to eat outside for lunch! Ichiro let’s you ride on his shoulders or hold hands with you. Even when you’re just 6/7 years younger than him, he still thinks of you as a baby.

- If you want a bite of his lunch, he'll easily give you some.

- Reads you a story when it's time to go to bed because he's been doing it since you were a toddler. He treasures this time so much because he knows that once you grow up, you won't want him to read you a bedtime story anymore.

- Sometimes you'll ask him to tell you a story of what he does with your brothers as the Buster Bros. He won't give you too many details, so you never know the full story of his adventures. Won't tell you much about his delinquent days. In fact, he may never mention it at all.

- Gives you a little goodnight kiss once you fall asleep, but will also kiss your forehead when you're about to drift to sleep.

- Is the first person to introduce you to his favourite animes and manga. You'd watch it together sometimes although your tastes may differ. If you like shonen, well good for both of you. If you like shojou, Ichiro will still watch it with you, and may even develop his tastes for it.

- Whilst watching anime together, you would rest your head on his lap. He'll stroke your hair like a cat.

- When you catch him taking a nap, you'd get on top of him like a blanket to take a nap on him. You're only doing this for the giggles because once he wakes up due to the heavy weight on his back, he gets super confused.

- Probably the brother that you hug the most out of. He's big and gives you the best hugs. Would lift you up in the air when the occasion is right.

- Your big brother that you respect. The first person you would go to whenever you need help. You find him to be the most reliable (which isn't surprising).

JIRO YAMADA

- You title him the more fun brother. Despite getting into arguments with Saburo all the time, he’s very sweet towards you. Why wouldn’t he be though? Look at you! You’re his cute little sister!

- However, if you were to make a mistake, he will get a bit angry with you, but not to a point where he’ll make you cry. He's just stern with you. Would probably pinch your cheeks and pull on them, laughing at how funny your face would look.

- Probably the brother that makes fun of you (but only as a joke)!

- Wants to spoil you too. Is willing to buy you your favourite snacks! Whenever he goes to hang out with his friends and he's at a shop, he texts you what snacks you want.

"Just don't tell nii-chan, alright?" he whispers with his index finger to his lips.

"Mmm!!" you agree happily.

- Is probably the brother that keeps an eye on you when you hang out with your friends from school. Weirdly enough, he's quite good at making himself not be seen by your friends AND you. It really feels like you're not even being followed by him. He also has friends that are willing to watch out for you too.

- He isn't really reliable when you need help on your homework though. Everyone in the family knows that Jiro isn't really smart when it comes to academics. You don't really mind it though because you still respect him nonetheless. You know he's trying, and you could actually relate to him in a way. He appreciates how understanding you are.

- So he's the only brother you would trust with when your grades aren't as good as you hoped they'd be. Sometimes you're just too scared to confront Ichiro about it, so Jiro would be your first option when you need to tell him about your failures. He would cheer you up and tell you that you can do better next time, encouraging you to tell Ichiro when you're ready.

"Jiro nii-chan, I didn't do well on my science test..." you whimper. "Onii-chan is going to be mad at me..."

"It's okay, (Y/N). It was probably just a bad day. You'll do well next time, so don't be sad! Do you want me to be there for you when you tell nii-chan?"

"Yes, please..."

- Likes to give you piggybacks, and is also willing to hold your hand too — only if you want to though, he doesn't usually initiate it.

- Unlike Ichiro, if you want a bite of his lunch, he'll refuse (only jokingly though). He ends up giving you a bit if you really wanted it.

- Likes to make you laugh by either telling you stupid jokes, making fun of Saburo, or just tickling you.

- Sometimes you hang out with him to play soccer. He really enjoys the sport, and you were always curious as to why. You may grow to like it too or maybe it's because you're just spending time with your big brother.

- Along with Saburo, he is the brother who picks you up from school. Ichiro is sometimes busy to do so. If he comes along with Saburo, you would link arms with both of them, you being in the middle.

- When Ichiro can't read you a bedtime story, Jiro tells you stories of what he has done instead, or the stories he hears from his friends. They are always so interesting.

- Usually gives you side hugs more than actual hugs. Ruffles your hair a lot. Gives you forehead kisses, but is pretty rare.

- Your big brother that you respect. He may not be reliable when it comes to school work, but you trust him with everything else.

SABURO YAMADA

- Since you're only a year or two younger than him, your relationship with Saburo is kind of... 50/50? A best friend kind of relationship more than an older brother one.

- The brother you actually get into mild arguments with, but since it's you, he'll actually apologise first. He won't ever apologise to Jiro, but you're his only sister, so he'll suck it up and try to fix things with you.

- Therefore, if you were to make mistake, he WILL be mad at you.

- Makes fun of you more than Jiro does. Of course, he's just joking though. He's not as harsh to you as he is with Jiro. All three brothers love you too much.

- If you ever start crying because of him, he'll immediately backtrack. Will start comforting you, rocking you like a baby although this is something anyone would rarely see him do. If he doesn't do this (which is rare), you'll threaten him with the 'I'm telling onii-chan' phrase.

- Will eat the snacks with you that Jiro had bought.

"But Jiro nii-chan bought me those!"

"Yeah? Let's go tell him to buy some more then."

"Saburo nii-chan!!!"

- Won't spoil you, but will do whatever you ask of him if it's reasonable.

- You title him the smart, but kind-of-mean brother. Probably scolds you the most out of all your brothers.

"(Y/N), what did I tell you?! It's your turn to wash the dishes today!”

"I'm sorry, Saburo nii-chan! I forgot!"

- Will help you on your homework even if you don't ask him for it. He's very reliable, so if you did need help, you'll always ask him for it. Surprisingly, he's happy to help you, and you bond with him every time you study together.

- You admire how smart he is, and you're always complimenting him on his high grades (and his hacking skills). This makes him realise how much he wants to keep getting better for you, so you could look up to him more than Jiro. After all, Saburo's the smart one, and your role model should be smart too.

He giggles to himself as he is finally given his test papers back to him, knowing he has full marks yet again. "I've got to show this to Ichi-nii and (Y/N)! They'll be so proud."

- Saburo doesn't have that many friends, so he's always appreciative of you that you'll accompany him around town to do errands or something mundane like that.

"Saburo nii-chan, let's go to the arcade today!"

"Eh, alright. Is there something you want to win?"

"Yes, that plushie over there!"

"Alright, here goes...!"

He actually ends up getting the plushie you want to your surprise.

- Cares a lot about you. Is always happy to see you come out of school as he picks you up. Asks about your day, and is always listening to you on whatever you have to say.

- If you want a piece of his lunch, he’ll immediately say no though. He’ll just buy you your own lunch.

- Is probably the brother that doesn't hug you as much or show too much affection. However, if you're deeply upset about something, he'll hug you without hesitation. And if he's extremely worried about you, and hasn't seen you all day, he will run up to you for a tight hug, then flick your head hard.

- Yet he won't say no if you want a piggyback from him. So most of the affection comes from your side.

- When it's time to go to bed, he acts like the annoying brother. He opens the door to your room, stare at you for a bit before leaving the door open.

"Saburo nii-chan! Close the door!"

"Nah."

- He's just joking though, so he ends up coming back to close it. He'll say goodnight to you and you'll say it back.

- Even when the two of you are close in age, you still call him 'nii-chan'. He finds it cute, and he hopes you won't stop calling him your big brother.

- Your big brother that you admire and respect despite his annoyingness. You can trust him with a lot of things and you appreciate how he is always willing to help you out.

Ultimately, you love your three older brothers very much, and you can never live without them.

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[little-dreamz]

ok so due to recent events (my friend asking for these posts <3) i am gonna be making some mha regression headcanon posts! and we are gonna start out with...

Denki Kaminari!!!

⚡︎ Denki is an age regressor but he does sometimes babysit the other littles if he's up for it!

⚡︎ He regresses from ages 6-8 usually but occasionally it can be 5-9

⚡︎ He isn't ashamed of his regression at all so he talks about it openly. He also slips very easily so he often regresses openly, especially around friends

⚡︎ He is a very energetic boy! This is a mix of ADHD + his personality (and also i like to imagine having electricity course through you can make you pretty energetic), but he loves to run around with people and play things like tag, catch, duck duck goose, and anything that involves moving

⚡︎ Speaking of other people, he loves playdates with the other littles and has them quite often. He loves hanging out with everybody but one of his best little buddies is Uraraka (i will not stand for uraraka slander on this page XP)

⚡︎ Something else i hold near and dear to my heart is the relationship between little Todoroki and little Denki. Without spoiling too much of the Todoroki post im gonna make, Todo regresses very young, like 0-4, and due to this Kami is very curious and is constantly talking about Todo the same way a child talks about a baby

-> an example: *little Kami sees little Todoroki* "gasp! Look is a baby!!!! Hi baby!!!! Can I hug him? Hi baby!! Can I play with him please??"

⚡︎ Kami also likes playing a game where he trys to guess what Todoroki wants (todo goes non-verbal when regressed) and Todoroki likes to see Denki run around grab random things so its a win-win!

⚡︎ Denki being regressed openly so often actually causes a lot of the other littles to regress with him, causing a lot of "daycare situations" (i believe that age[d]re and pet[d]re is actually very common within the hero world due to lots of childhood trauma and/or trauma/stress from hero work so most heros are regressors and/or caregivers)

⚡︎ I imagine Denki rarely vent regresses and when he sees somebody else vent regressing or just being a sad little in general he immediately attempts to cheer them up and make them laugh

⚡︎ This is from somebody elses headcanon list (i dont rmb who im sorry!!) but Bakugou calling Denki pichu instead of pikachu when he's small plagues my mind /pos

⚡︎ Kaminari likes to go out during lightning storms (something he did as a child) and it's perfect because Shinsou (his caregiver) actually really enjoys rain and storms, although he does have to stop Denki from trying to use his quirk in these storms for obvious reasons. Also, Kaminari definitely wears the stereotypical yellow raincoat and matching rainboots.

⚡︎ Ok i hate to say it, but Denki is a leash kid. There's no other way to make sure he doesnt get distracted and run away because he's so curious and easily excitable. BUT he doesnt have the normal child harness thing, he has this one:

⚡︎ Shinsou, while obviously having no issues with the bakusquad hanging out with little Kaminari, is always hesitant to let them all babysit together because usually when he comes back Kami is wearing a change of clothes (that are too big for him), has a few new band-aids, is playing video games way past his bedtime, and is going through an extreme sugar rush

⚡︎ While they may not be the best babysitters together, the bakusquad is good at babysitting Denki one-on-one.

⚡︎ Mina likes to take Denki to different clothing shops and resturants (even if it does completely drain her wallet). She also likes to have fashion shows and makeovers with Denki while listening to all his very super extremely important problems (like how he was only allowed to have one donut instead of two, or how he spilled juice all over his favorite shirt, etc etc)

⚡︎ Bakugou, actually being very responsible, is usually the 'tough love' kinda guy. He makes Kaminari meals and makes sure he eats all of it (including the vegetables), but lets him watch movies while he eats and gives him desert afterwards. He makes Denki take showers/baths, but gives him bath toys and shower crayons and cute towels. He forces Denki into bed at bedtime, but leaves the night light on and sits with him (possibly reading stories) until Denki falls asleep.

⚡︎ Kirishima and Sero are both older brother types, but Kiri is the older brother who takes Kami out to the park and plays pretend with him and does the exaggerated responses and basically just babies Kami, where as Sero is the one who plays video games with Kami and shows him cool comic books and sometimes sneaks him sweets and is over all more lenient and chill

...and that's all i can think of right now! i hope this didn't end up too long (_ _;)

#Lucian's Headcanons #agere headcanons #mha agere #denki kaminari agere #denki kaminari #sfw agere #sfw agere blog #sfw littlespace

[artemisbarnowl]

When you're not staying up past your bedtime tell us your thoughts about checking up on people via social media!

Thank you for indulging me this long weekend why would you do this

Warning I'm gonna be pathetic because i am still grieving a nine year relationship and grieving, especially in this context, feels so UNDIGNIFIED. Also its my grieving thoughts about the socials thing not like well srticulated thoughts about the socials with some grieving mixed in. I just have a lot of feelings and i need to get them out.

1. Like, ultimately don't. Its not helpful at all i think. Unless if literally is just idle curiosity about what happened to someone in your class from ten years ago and you actually dont care what you find.

2. I am experiencing the urge to check up on my ex CONSTANTLY. (They do not really use social media this doesnt amount to much btw). I understand why people be lurking on someones insta or whatever to see what theyve been up to. Sometimes you hope theyre failing and miserable because they did you wrong and you want to feel validated. In my particular case i am worried, and i miss them. There are no posts for me to see or wonder about so this is useless but i think i also want to see that my ex is sad (because i was important to him for such a long time) but also, not like, too sad. And I'm fantasising about him sort of DOing something about it. I want to see what he's up to. Is is dancing? Is he injured? Is he Making? Is he finding small joys in life like hanging out with friends or seeing a cute creature on a walk? Seeing posts about these things would not help me! Because i would likely assume he was not sad, then i would feel angry and bitter and disappointed in myself for wasting my time. We dont share when we are sad (or why) on socials. I am NEVER going to see a post that effectively says "my smart and beautiful and extraordinary girlfriend of 9 years left me, and I am sad i couldn't be what she needed. I miss her a lot and wish i could have showed her this garden i saw today, she would have loved it. I will never forget her and dont know how to be okay with this". No one is going to see that. But ultimately i think we check up on people because what we want to see is some variation of that, so we can feel validated and know that they UNDERSTAND how were feeling.

Because this is tumblr I have made stupid posts a bit like this! I miss him all the time, i made a facebook post about a doco that I watched in the hopes that he would see it and watch it, because i think he'd like all the adorable english woodland creatures. This is also stupid! As are posts showing how well youre doing in hopes ypur ex seems them and feels stupid. Devoting this much energy to a game in your head where you will never get an outcome that satisfies you cannot help you move on or heal. But i do think its weird that we look for any possible thread that tied us to people we are without, even the terrible online ones that can never retie us! We talk to gravestones like the dead can hear us. I am currently checking my mailbox every day for a letter that might not ever arrive, and even if it does it sure and shit wont contain any information that helps me live my new single life where no one thinks I'm special, and there's no one I'm 100% comfortable to be all of myself around and who I dont get tired of being with.

I will never know if he saw the fb post, let alone watched and had opinions on the doco I talked about. Knowing wont help. He knew i have a tumblr but i dont think he'd go through it as its a huge pile of memes and stuff he wouldnt understand to look for 3 things that say im sad. And again, knowing I'm sad won't help.

Normally im very good at being like "well this is unproductive/not the best course of action" and then, you know, STOPPING but unfortunately I will continue to wonder how he is and what hes up to and cling to actually unreasonable, unfounded fantasies of what happens IF he sees.

Anyway this is a long vent that basically says i think i get why people do it now but ultimately it will never bring the carthsis we hope for (:

He knew i had a tumblr but I dont think he's checking up on me coz. Whats the point. Its a lot of stupid memes for 3 im sad posts. Which accomplish nothing as discussed.

#its been...just under 3 months since the break up? #and I am still so so caught up in the fact thst the last weekend we spent together before he flew home was nice #he felt the pressure was off so he could just do what he wanted #which was talk more and answer questions and be more affectionate #which is all i ever wanted in the first place!! #and after all that time together he was still more scared of moving in any direction and it being wrong #than he trusted that i would treat him with kindness and respect and understanding no matter what he did #i dont think it'll ever not hurt that when booking plane tickets (a few months before) he couldnt decide between #spending an extra day with me and a ten dollar cheaper fare #not because he didnt like me but because he was frozen by the possibility of there being a wrong choice #and like there is if the reasoning isnt 'i have to be back for a significant event' and is IS 'i dont actually want to spend time with you' #then hiding that through indecision does no one any favours #unfortunately my biggest regret now is that i was uglu crying at the airport when we kissed goodbye for the last time #its very vain but i worry he will remember me like that #i could barely stand i was so upset!!! and i am concerned about my looks and keeping a man :'( #highly pathetic you were warned #anyway i miss him and i am afraid he is alone and sad and i cannot help

[pesterloglog]

Davebot, Aradia Megido

Page 510-512

DAVEBOT: that was fun but what do we do here

ARADIA: she will be fine

ARADIA: i dont think we need to do anything

DAVEBOT: should we put a blanket over her or something im just spitballing here megido trust the process

ARADIA: i think she looks nice like this :)

DAVEBOT: ok dr ghosts very helpful

ARADIA: you know if youre really concerned you could just pop forward a few weeks and take a little look

DAVEBOT: you know damn well im not gonna do that

DAVEBOT: aside from the fact we established i dont need to

DAVEBOT: on account of knowing everything im gonna do already

ARADIA: wow so fascinating

DAVEBOT: i know shell be fine and youll use this as an opportunity to try and get me to talk about fate and feelings

DAVEBOT: to be fair this was typical teen jade behavior

DAVEBOT: honestly shoulda done a little more research into that host body

ARADIA: that is a completely normal human sentence that a really well adjusted person would say

DAVEBOT: out of your god damnt mind if you think ill allow myself to be lectured about normal sentences by the queen of bones herself

ARADIA: :)

ARADIA: 8)

DAVEBOT: imagine having control of the cosmos and still getting knocked the fuck out by a cup of celestial seasonings sleepytime herbal tea

DAVEBOT: hee hee hoo hoo i can be in all places at once and have some sort of fucked up fanfic powers but also im trying to get my nap on

ARADIA: uh oh its bedtime

DAVEBOT: she has the ultimate freedom of being the storytime pharaoh but she forgot its lights out at eight past one

ARADIA: wow cherub curfew really doesnt play around

ARADIA: you described what she has as ULTIMATE FREEDOM

ARADIA: do you feel trapped?

ARADIA: i thought i was hanging out with the ULTIMATE DAVE

DAVEBOT: here it goes

DAVEBOT: i didnt scream it at you but yeah

DAVEBOT: shes a muse right isnt that the strongest class or

DAVEBOT: you know what its actually been

DAVEBOT: PROCESSING..

DAVEBOT: PROCESSING..

ARADIA: processing

DAVEBOT: a really long time since i necessarily felt surprised by skaias alpha timeline

DAVEBOT: once the commander in chief tells you to become a robot and you start experiencing every point in your timeline simultaneously

DAVEBOT: it all kinda blurs together

DAVEBOT: even if i got in the robot

DAVEBOT: even if i got all these crazy petaflops of processing pimpness now

ARADIA: dave you are not a flop!

DAVEBOT: shut up

DAVEBOT: even if i train every day

DAVEBOT: even if i watch every grubtube combat tutorial simultaneously

DAVEBOT: which i have

DAVEBOT: shit is just so fucking predictable now

ARADIA: yeah sucks that theres literally nothing at all to be done about that

DAVEBOT: feels like there is and i know you know that there is and i know you know i know that there is

DAVEBOT: but you have to tell me anyway

DAVEBOT: even though i cant stand the thought of you going on even more life altering and perilous journeys of self discovery without me

DAVEBOT: its t-

#homestuck #homestuck^2 #davebot #aradia medigo #homestuck^2 act 1 #page 510 #page 511 #page 512

[megalony]

You’re in trouble

This is a dad! Murderer! Ben Hardy imagine, I hope you will all like it, feedback is always appreciated.

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Murderer! Ben masterlist

Summary: While (Y/n) goes to work Ben looks after their four kids, but when one of them messes about, he gets punished.

Enjoy.

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"Ben, let him go." (Y/n) couldn't count the number of times she had said that over the years or how many different ways she had said it or the range of emotions she had felt whilst saying it. This time was almost the same as any other and there was only tiredness in her voice rather than fear or anger or terror.

When her eyes locked with her brash husband, his eyes were just as tired and fed up as her own but the way his lips were moulded into a thin line and the way his jaw locked showed he was not very happy.

"You tease him again I'll smack you."

(Y/n) couldn't help but roll her eyes at how easily that threat rolled off his tongue despite how mild it was in comparison to some of the other, rather vulgar things that could pass through his lips. She watched the way Ben dug his fingers just a little tighter into their eldest son's neck before releasing him and giving him a shove forward. It always amazed (Y/n) why Ben was so taken on having kids when his methods with them were far from normal and very unlike his own upbringing.

Ben enforced the same rules at home as he did when he was at work, if the kids stepped out of the lines Ben drew he would scare them back into place. Sometimes he was lenient and understanding, other times he made sure his threats were enough to stop them from messing about and he followed through with any threat he made. He was hands on in all departments and it surprised (Y/n) how attached the kids were to him despite his rather harsh exterior.

"He doesn't mean it." (Y/n) sighed when Owen hurried over to her and wrapped his arms around her even though both parents knew he wasn't afraid, he was just feeling sorry for himself.

"I do. If he starts saying shit to Briar again it'll be my hand round his head." Ben's tone was just the tiniest bit calmer but his eyes locked with his son when Owen dared to look over at him, his arms still wrapped tightly around (Y/n). Whenever Owen did something wrong or messed around he would go to (Y/n) and try to stay clear of Ben. He wasn't a bad kid and he didn't usually do much wrong, he had been enforced his whole life by Ben to follow the rules. But sometimes he did mess around ot tease his brothers and Ben didn't like it.

(Y/n) ran her fingers through Owen's hair for a few moments before he headed out of the kitchen, making sure to hurry past Ben and advert his eyes down to the floor.

"Why do we have four kids if you still act like the controlling boss with them?" (Y/n) looked down at the seven month old in her arms who was in a very peaceful state, almost asleep as she drooled on (Y/n)'s shirt. Kids were something (Y/n) always knew she wanted and she could tell Ben liked it when she was pregnant but he amazed her with how he was around the kids. He was always on edge and in charge and barely showed much of a soft side with them despite how much he loved them.

"I am the boss. Come on, you know they're all better behaved than half the kids at that new school. They listen to me and if they fear me they won't piss about. Doesn't mean I don't love them just cause I don't mind putting them in line."

Ben's hands instantly reached out for the little girl in (Y/n)'s arms and she made no quarrel when he gently eased their youngest daughter into his arms and laid her in the crook of his elbow.

He did have a point, there were some parents who thought that being assertive or abrasive like Ben wouldn't help curb children's behaviour but would scare and mentally scar them. (Y/n) had to admit that Ben's methods worked, he swore in front of the kids a lot, he wasn't afraid to tell them off or give them the odd slap or shove if necessary. He put the fear of God into them when they did something really bad but if they were good or sweet he acknowledged it and he did show them love.

They all were much better behaved than some of the kids Ben and (Y/n) had seen when they enrolled the kids into their new school here since they had just moved out here.

"I have to get ready for work, will you be okay with them?"

(Y/n) folded her arms over her chest as she leaned her back against the kitchen counter behind her. There was always something that caught her eye when Ben held any of the kids. It was how he walked around with them resting in the crook of his elbow when they were babies that made her knees go weak. He looked so casual and determined like he didn't even notice the baby resting in his arm and with Lottie resting happily in his arm like she was, she was almost engulfed by his frame.

Ben didn't give (Y/n) the chance to remind him about Lottie's bottle, he was already moving over until he was stood beside (Y/n) to grab the bottle behind her.

Ben was good with the kids, he was more than good and more than capable with them and (Y/n) knew this, but it never stopped her from asking just to make sure he was alright with them. Sometimes Ben could lose his temper and not realise if he scared the kids just a bit too much or he could be oblivious to them trying to get his attention or get him to say something nice about a game they were playing or a picture they had done for him. He sometimes missed the little things like that and it made (Y/n) worry.

"Go to work, we'll be fine."

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A rather bored expression came over Ben's face as a feeling of restlessness slowly swarmed through his veins. Whenever he was at work his mind was always occupied, he always had something to do. He was running around the club fixing things, he was out late doing things he knew he shouldn't be doing, he had paperwork to do in the club and he went to the gym every day. Sometimes he was desperate to be at home with his family but there were times at home where he didn't know what to do with himself.

Ben liked having something to do, sitting around watching tv was not occupying his overactive mind. But he couldn't really move or do very much right now with Briar laying on his chest pinning him down.

The blond was stretched out on the sofa with his feet on the foot rest, his left elbow resting on the arm of the sofa and his hand stuck up in the air, twirling an unlit cigarette between his fingers like he was doing a magic trick. His other hand was resting on Briar's back like he was making sure to keep his boy in place. Briar was laying face down on Ben's chest and stomach, one of his hands lightly gripping the long silver chain hanging around Ben's neck as he was peacefully sleeping since it was near his bedtime.

Ben didn't have it in him to get up, he was rather comfy like this and he didn't want to bother disturbing Briar trying to get him upstairs to bed. With both Owen and Lilah upstairs, Ben had decided to keep Briar and Lottie downstairs with him to make sure both younger kids could get some sleep. Lottie was laid in the play crib beneath the bay window a few feet from Ben happily sleeping and he could hear Owen's tv playing upstairs. He guessed Lilah was also watching tv in her room where he left her.

Ben took to rubbing his hand up and down Briar's back, soothing his youngest son and making sure he wasn't about to wake up. For the last two hours Briar had been watching tv down here with Ben, then he took to laying on Ben's bare stomach and tracing the different tattoos Ben had and asking what they all meant. Ben loved all his kids but as much as Owen wanted to be like him, Lilah was a daddy's girl and Lottie was a few months old, Briar seemed to be the most attached to Ben. The four year old didn't talk very much, he seemed to seclude himself away from others a lot but whenever Ben was home, Briar could be found by his side.

Turning his head to the left, Ben tiredly looked over at the tv that was playing some random horror movie he wasn't interested in anymore. The volume was turned down low as not to disturb the two kids in the room with him and so there was some kind of background noise to distract Ben. He set the unused cigarette down on the side table, not bothered about twirling it between his fingers anymore.

His eyes momentarily looked up at the ceiling when he could hear footsteps rushing about over the creaking floorboards but he paid no mind to it, knowing either Lilah or Owen would just be messing around up there.

It took five minutes of flicking through the channels before Ben found something he could abide by watching for another half an hour until he knew it would be time to put Briar in bed and get the other two to settle down ready to go to sleep. Ben never minded the nightly routines, Owen was the one who made a fuss of not wanting to go to sleep, Briar was very easy to settle and Lilah went straight to sleep if one of her parents were with her for a bit. Even Lottie settled very easily if Ben walked up and down the room with her for a few minutes. None of the kids were particularly hard to handle.

Just as Ben found himself becoming engrossed in the movie that was already halfway finished, he snapped his head back to look up at the ceiling when Lilah's very high-pitched scream resonated through the floor.

Lilah never screamed like that.

Trying not to move too quickly and disturb Briar, Ben sat up with one hand over Briar's legs and the other resting to the back of his head before he stood up and turned around. He gently removed Briar's hand from his chain before he laid him out on the sofa on his back, watching the younger boy stretch his arms out before curling his legs up to his stomach as Ben pulled a blanket over him.

He didn't bother looking over at Lottie who wasn't even whimpering at the sudden disturbance, he simply hurried out of the room, being mindful to close the living room door behind him to try and keep the two sleeping children asleep and undisturbed.

Ben's feet pounded against the stairs creating an ungodly echo that usually frightened the kids whenever they were messing around or doing something they shouldn't be. It was a warning to stop whatever they were doing, if indeed they were doing something wrong at all. Ben got halfway up the stairs before Lilah's scream rattled through his ears, followed by her very loud wails and almost incoherent, bubbling pleas for Ben.

Confusion flowed through Ben when he got to the top of the stairs and he could now hear some kind of low banging sound.

What the Hell were they both doing?

Ben headed down the hall, following the sound of Lilah's screams that became more clear the closer he got but Ben was still confused when he could hear her voice coming from Owen's room. The bedroom door was slightly open so Ben pushed it open all the way and stormed inside, stopping in the middle of the room to try and work out the situation.

"What have you done now?"

The moment he entered the room Owen spun round on his heels to face him so quickly he almost toppled over and all the colour drained from his face which was now panic-stricken.

Ben didn't get the chance to ask his eldest what he was doing before he heard Lilah sobbing. It took Ben two seconds to look around before he narrowed his eyes on the cupboard next to the window that Owen was stood in front of. The cupboard was built into the wall and it wasn't very big, Ben could barely fit inside it both height and width wise but it was a good place to put all of Owen's toys and games and it had a door built in too.

"Did you lock your sister in there?!" Ben's voice was an octave deeper than normal and his eyes were blazing with a fire that rendered Owen speechless, barely holding the ability to nod his head in response.

Owen stumbled back a few paces when Ben roughly pushed him away from the door before he turned to face the door that was smaller than his own frame.  When Ben looked down, he realised Owen had put the small block of wood under the door that they used to prop open the doors when the house was sweltering in the summer heat. Ben kicked the wood away with his foot before he swung the door open, his heart almost stopping in his chest when he realised Owen had shut Lilah in there with the light off since the switch was on the wall on the outside of the cupboard.

Lilah momentarily stopped screaming when the orange light basked over her skin and sent her eyes reeling but when she saw Ben's frame towering over her, another sob left her lips. She was sat on the floor curled up as close as she could to the door she had been hitting to try and get out and now Ben could see why. Lilah was never comfortable in the dark, she had to sleep with a night light but clowns scared her almost more than the fear of the unknown darkness. And there was Owen's old clown toy sitting on the second shelf in the cupboard that she must have noticed.

Ben turned ninety degrees to be facing Owen who gasped in shock when Ben's hand swatted out and caught the top of his ear and the side of his head in a short but very sharp slap.

"Daddy..." All she had to do was hold her arms out in front of her and it was enough to make Ben crouch down in front of her and scoop her up from the floor. Her arms wound around his neck until she was almost suffocating him and her legs were very tight around Ben's upper waist but he didn't care in the slightest.

"Alright baby, I've got you." Ben smoothed his fingers through Lilah's hair, trying to calm her down but she was trembling like a leaf against him and her chest was quaking from how badly she was breathing and sobbing.

He tried quietly shushing her, bouncing her up and down in his arms like she was a baby as he pressed kisses to the side of her head to try and soothe her as best he could. When he felt her ever so slightly calming down against him, Ben turned to look at Owen who was already in tears without Ben needing to say anything at all. The nine year old almost squeaked when Ben grabbed him by the chin, tilting his head up so he could look at his boy properly.

"You're in trouble now, boy."

Ben roughly let go of Owen's chin before he walked out of the room, he had to calm Lilah down before he even thought about punishing Owen for this. It was one thing to lock her in the dark like that, but doing that when he knew there was a clown toy in there was even worse for her and it certainly wasn't fair.

"Poor baby, come on calm down. Your mum will be home in about ten minutes, you can stay in here with us for a bit." Ben sat down on his and (Y/n)'s bed and carefully settled Lilah down on his lap, keeping his arms tightly wrapped around her as he jittered his knee up and down.

Reaching over the bed, he pulled back the covers before moving Lilah, encouraging her to burrow under the sheets before he turned on the tv and handed her the remote. It was near enough time for her to get into her pyjamas and settle down for bed, Ben could keep her in here and lay with her until she fell asleep and put her in her own room later.

"I'm gonna go sort Owen out, you stay here and I'll come right back." Ben kissed her temple longingly before he got up from the bed and headed out the room, making sure to keep the light turned on so she could calm down.

Much to Ben's surprise and slight amusement, Owen was stood exactly where Ben had left him like his feet were glued to the floor out of panic. He almost cowered away when Ben slowly approached him and when Ben reached out and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck he darted his eyes to look at the floor. Owen always wanted to be like Ben but when it came to getting in trouble he was never as tough as he wanted to be. Ben would put him in his place and scare him with just a few words and an angry tone and it was annoying as it was upsetting.

"Did you think that was funny?" Owen repeatedly shook his head no but it wasn't a satisfying answer for Ben. "What the fuck did you do that for then? You locked her in there with that clown then decided to turn the light off on her and she was screaming! Not only did you petrify her, you could of woken Briar and Lottie. Why did you do it?!" Ben lightly shook Owen until he seemed to shrink in on himself and give Ben an answer he deemed was acceptable.

"It was just a j-joke."

"Oh, a joke. I'll shove you in there with the lights off and we'll see if I start laughing then, shall we?" Ben leaned his head down to be level with his eldest child who was almost shaking. His head was violently turning side to side in a plea not to be shoved into the cupboard. Owen was okay with the dark but he was claustrophobic and could only stand being in the cupboard for a few seconds to get some toys or games out.

"Dad... I'm sorry-"

"Sorry doesn't work with me, do I look like your mother? Telling your sister your sorry doesn't really help when you've already frightened her half to death."

It didn't matter which child told Ben they were sorry for something or how many times they told him, if the ordeal hadn't been accidental and they meant to do it, Ben wouldn't take sorry as an answer. It meant very little to him, it was like him beating someone to a pulp and then thinking against it and saying sorry. He was trying to get the kids to own up to anything they did and make up for it, sorry wasn't something Ben was teaching them.

"Daddy please-" Owen cut himself off, curling his arms to his chest and closing his eyes as tight as possible when Ben's hand tightened around the back of his neck before he pushed him to walk. Ben pushed the eldest into the cupboard before shutting the door, leaving the light on because he knew the dark wouldn't affect Owen like it did Lilah. Seeing the small space would probably be worse for the eldest child.

Ben folded his arms over his chest, leaning his right side against the wall next to the cupboard as he silently counted in his head. He wouldn't leave Owen in there for longer than a minute, this was only to teach him a lesson and prevent him from even thinking about doing this to Lilah again.

"Hey baby... what are you doing?" (Y/n) smiled tiredly as she leaned her head around the door into Owen's room. There was clear confusion in her smile as she wondered where Owen was and why Ben was stood like he was near the window when the curtains were closed.

(Y/n) could see the symbol Ben had tattooed on the base of his neck which always sent shivers down his spine whenever she traced her finger lightly over the design she was fascinated with. She could see the other symbol on the right side of his back that went down from his shoulder blade down to his hip which always reminded (Y/n) of a snake. And when he turned around she was faced with the names of their children on his arms, upper chest and lower stomach along with her name on the inside of his right wrist.

Ben knew the tattoos his whole family were mostly fascinated with were the ones on his knuckles. He didn't quite know why, but those ones were always the ones that got stared at, kissed and traced the most.

When he turned to face her, Ben watched the smile slip from (Y/n)'s lips and her arms unfold from her chest the moment Owen's quiet pleas hit her ears and she realised why her husband was standing next to the cupboard.

"Ben what the fuck?!" (Y/n) hurried into the room but Ben stood in front of the door when she went to open it. "You know he's claustrophobic, why the Hell have you shut him in there?!" (Y/n) slapped her hand against Ben's chest out of frustration but the most she did was catch one of her rings on the chain hanging around his neck.

"To teach the little sod a lesson. He shut Lilah in there in the dark with that shitting clown toy, she was screaming for me because he wouldn't let her out. She's now crying in our room."

A sigh passed through Ben's lips when (Y/n) bit down on her lip before nudging him to move out of the way, he had to let Owen out now. The moment (Y/n) opened the door Owen bolted over to her, caging his arms around her waist as he tried to stop the small cries leaving his lips. His fearful eyes dared to glance over at Ben but he looked unmoved and uninterested, leaning his upper back against the all as his arms were still crossed over his chest.

The moment Owen dared to pull away from (Y/n), he nearly cowered back when Ben rested a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"Go get ready for bed." It sounded more of a command than anything else but Owen gladly obliged, bolting out of the room to go to the bathroom.

"Ben, did you really have to do that to him?" (Y/n) sighed through her words as she pointed to the cupboard. It was like an unspoken rule in the house that if any punishments were dolled out to the kids, that was Ben's area. He put the kids straight and gave them punishments and then they almost always ran to (Y/n) for comfort and to see if she would change Ben's mind which never happened. Ben could be hard on the kids at times but his way worked.

"He did it to Lilah, he gets it right back."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at that remark before Ben leaned forward and slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. Just as Ben's hands squeezed (Y/n)'s hips and he kissed her, a small, tender voice interrupted them.

"Daddy."

(Y/n) tried not to smile when Ben groaned against her lips, taking her lower lip between his teeth for a few seconds before he pulled away and turned his head to look at the door. Briar was stood there looking drowsy to the point of falling asleep standing up, he was clinging to the door frame with his eyes half closed from tiredness. The four year old had the bottoms of his onesie rolled up one one leg to his knee from wriggling around and his straight blond hair was sticking up from static.

"Come here little man, time for bed." Ben reluctantly pulled away from (Y/n) to go over to Briar. The moment he effortlessly picked him up and cuddled him to his chest Briar was almost asleep.

Ben couldn't wait to go to bed.

#ben hardy #ben x reader #ben hardy imagine #dad! ben #imagine #BoRhap #murderer! ben

[talkfastromance4]

an exciting challenge-- c.h

So this new challenge is going around Tik Tok, I won’t explain cause the blurb will below ;) but yeah I got this idea. And the concept is cute as fuck and the reactions on tik tok are so amazing.

 If this goes over well I can do ones for the other boys too! so please, let me know if you liked it and/or if I should do the others!! 

Enjoy and stream CALM! (listening as I type honestly)

donate to my ko-fi here :)

Masterlist

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It’s so easy to pass the time on Tik Tok and to stay up way past normal bedtime hours by watching all the videos. Dancing ones, hilarious rants, and new challenges are always some of your favorites. There’s a new challenge going around on the app that you want to try with Calum. 

Being in quarantine and self isolation from the outside world can get boring pretty quickly so while he was getting ready to do another Instagram live with Luke, you thought this was the perfect time to test out this new challenge.

You’d just finished taking a shower and rubbed lotion on your arms and shoulders while the towel was wrapped securely around your body. You could squeal with glee with what you were about to do, but you have to keep him on his toes, right?

After styling your hair how you like it, you grab your phone to capture his reaction and exit the bathroom. As you make your way to his music room you hear the all too familiar pop and hiss as he opens a white claw. You can’t help but shake your head and then butterflies erupt in your stomach when you overhear him. 

“Yeah brotha, I can’t believe Wildflower is in the top fifty, that’s crazy,” you hear him say as you stand behind the corner of the door. 

You bite your lip then untuck the towel from your body letting it fall to the floor, the small breeze from the towel chilled you a little but then you picked up your head in confidence and turned the corner to enter into the room.

You kept your phone aimed on Calum and your eyes were on him as you walked closer. Calum glanced up at you, then looked up even faster a second time. An instant smile lit up his face and crinkled his eyes and he let out a nervous chuckle. He tips his hat up a little so he can get a better look while also trying to stay engaged with Luke. 

“Uh, yeah, yeah you’re right,” he tries to cover up his obvious giddiness. 

You’re giggling quietly behind your hand as you walk even closer. 

“What’s goin on with you, man?” Luke asks and Calum shakes his head. 

“Uh, fuck I gotta go quick. Duke just puked on the floor.”

“Oh shit, see you.”

Calum didn’t even say bye he just exited the live and tossed his phone to the desk pushing away in his chair. 

“I’m not complaining but what are you doing cupcake?” he laughs, eyes roaming over your naked body carefully.

“It’s a new challenge on Tik Tok and I wanted to try it on you,” you laugh. 

“Get over here.”

He springs for you and you giggle trying to stop the recording as he lifts you into his arms and tosses you on the couch. With one knee in between your legs, Calum keeps his gaze on you as he tugs his own shirt off before caging you in his arms and kisses you eagerly.

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A few days later you’re facetiming your best friend catching up since you can’t go out for your regular lunch dates on the couch. Duke is snuggled up onto your lap and you hear Calum’s feet thundering up the stairs from the basement. Not thinking too much of it, you continue talking to her and then he comes into view of you. 

You’re giggling like crazy because now he’s naked, tattoos and muscles on full display. 

“What is it?” your friend asks.

“Cal just walked in here and he’s naked,” you laugh as he does some fake stretches. 

“Hey! I didn’t tell when you did it!” 

“Can I call you back?” you laugh at your friend and she quickly hangs up. Duke hops off your lap slowly to go lay in his bed and you hold your arms out to Calum. “Get over here, hot stuff.”

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#calum hood blurb #calum hood blurbs #calum hood fluff #calum fluff #calum 5sos #5sos blurbs #5sos writing #calum writing #blurbs

[oikawasass]

I saw your prompt thing and could you do a short fic for number 74 with denki?

anything for uuuu

also, I wrote this with a reader who isn’t really shy about physical contact with Denki so I hope that’s okay!

can I touch your boobs?

‣ pairing : kaminari x reader.

‣ drabble.

‣ synopsis : denki just really wants to touch his girlfriends boobs.

‣ wordcount : 781

‣ warnings : denki being a little perv, swearing.

Y/n and her boyfriend were currently sat at opposite sides of the bed in Denki’s dorm room. Y/n up by the headboard, horizontally laying with her top half hanging off the side of the bed, and Denki down at the foot of it comfortably sat crisscross while he watched her scroll through her phone.

The two hadn’t been together for long, only a mere few weeks. While they were well past the super shy stage of their relationship, things were still progressing slowly. 

But while Denki watched his girlfriend in that particular position, there was simply one thing his eyes could really focus on.

And that was, of course, her boobs.

His eyes had been fixated on them for at least ten minutes now, he swears he felt himself start drooling at one point, damn pervert.

It was like two perfectly sized pillows sat on top of your chest right now, calling for his name. It’s like they were literally made to be squished and held in his palms right now, so much so that without even thinking he suddenly blurted out-

“Can I touch your boobs?”

She turned her eyes away from her phone, switching her attention to the ceiling. Y/n opened her mouth to say something, staying quiet for a minute or so before finally responding.

“The least you could do is say please.” Y/n said, an unbothered expression on her features as she chuckled softly. It seems that after that response, Kaminari finally realized what he said. 

His entire face suddenly went beet red. 

“w-wait you really mean I can touch them?? honestly I didn’t even mean to say that it just kinda came out but hey if ur alright with it then-!”

Y/n slapped her hand over her boyfriend’s mouth to shut up his ramble before it could really begin. “It’s just my boobs you, don’t have to make a big deal out of it y’know.” 

She resumed her position on her phone, going back to hang off the edge of the bed.

Kaminari basically had her blessing now so obviously, his hands went straight for his girlfriend’s chest, placing one hand on each of her boobs, His face still the brightest shade of red y/n thinks she had ever seen it.

y/n had a slight blush on her face as well, but she wasn’t all that bothered by it really. She wasn’t super shy or anything when it came to physical contact so this wasn’t really that big a deal to her. 

But Denki? Mf was on cloud nine right now.

He was making the same stupid face he does right after he uses his quirk. He was really squishing each of the “perfect pillows” as he worded it on your chest?? He wishes he could show this scene to himself a month ago when he had begun crushing on you so he could give himself a high-five and say “hell yeah Denki you fuckin did it!!” 

Y/n doesn’t think he realized how much time had gone by, because suddenly, she was snapping her fingers in front of the boys face, struggling to get his attention so they could go down to the common room for dinner. Normally they would just insist on skipping, but Aizawa had something important to speak to 1-A about, so everyone needed to be present. And they were already nearly 10 minutes late.

“Just like two more min-”

And that! Was when Denki’s dorm room door blew off the hinges with a large explosion, landing on the other side of the room.

“DUNCE FACE WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING YOU SO LO-”

Y/n and Kaminari both froze, staring at each other with wide eyes.

uh oh 

Bakugo stood in the middle of the room, staring at the sight in front of him.

There was Y/n,

and there was Denki.

with his hands practically glued to her chest.

For once, Bakugo quite literally did not give a shit. All he knew was he was starving and they were the reason he wasn’t eating right now. He had an 8:30 bedtime to catch goddammit.

“YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!! STOP BEING DISGUSTING AND HURRY THE HELL UP IM SICK OF WAITING FOR YOUR SLOW ASSES DOWNSTAIRS!!”

The blonde yelled in his signature Bakugo tone, turning around and storming out the door the same way he had stormed in. The couple scurried to their feet and composed themselves, giving each other the same “we never speak of this” look.

Meanwhile,

All that could be heard from the common room while they made their way down, was Bakugo yelling at Aizawa for “making him go upstairs to get that stupid idiot when it wasn’t even his problem.”

#kaminari denki #denki x reader #kaminari x reader #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha fanfiction #bnha denki #mha denki #bakugou katsuki #shoto aizawa

[kirythestitchwitch]

okay so like, bear with me im having some Thoughts. [child abuse cw] [physical abuse cw] [suicide mention cw] strap in.

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I remember this one night in the late 90s when I was on the landline in the computer room talking to a friend from church. I was probably like 11-12 bc i was friends with this person after Titanic came out but before my parents stuffed me in private school. Anyways we having perfectly normal pre-teen conversations like "Jack Dawson is soooo hot," and "I love Dimitri's hair!" and like, somehow we got onto how annoying our parents were. normal kid shit right like idk they didn't let me read past my bedtime idk, and i didn't even have the vocabulary to say "fuck" at the time! and I kinda spun the chair I was in to face the doorway (open, rookie mistake) and fuckin there was my mother, looking pissed as hell. she made me hang up immediately and then proceeded to scream at and then ground me for being an ungrateful little shit or something. idk, I was eleven~, all I remember is that I was scared.

a few years down the line (middle school maybe) my dad was "helping" me with my math homework and like, belittling me when I did not understand it. and he got frustrated and started to walk out of the room. and i said "fuck you," under my breath. god, he came back in the room with thunder on his brow and pointed his finger in my face and whispered "Don't you ever say that to me again." I was certain he was about to hit me. he didn't, but I was terrified of it.

now, one of my coworkers (26) likes to complain about a teenager (17) that lives with her. she's her boyfriend's kid sister and her mom is dead and coworker's boyfriend didn't want to take her but she talked him into it. anyways she acts up and has threatened to commit suicide at least once while coworker has worked here. (her mother, our boss, made her come into work that day anyway but that is another fucking story) so but, coworker admitted tonight that she went "into a rage" when the teenager called her a c*nt during an argument and basically backhanded her over the couch.

so like, possibly calling cps aside, I was just kinda ruminating on the weirdly specific anger that adults get when confronted with a child that is not "appropriately grateful" and dares to insult them. I keep trying to put myself in their shoes, and like, I can see that the main reaction could be them feeling hurt. like if my child called me horrible names, that ofc would hurt. BUT. I completely disconnect at the idea of screaming at them, or fucking hitting them. I might cry, after all, it hurts when someone you love is lashing out at you. but like, can you imagine if more parents were just like, "I'm sorry you feel that way. It really hurts when you say something like that, could you talk to me about why you think I deserve to be treated like that? Because I dont."

and like yeah! that's not a magic cure all, kids aren't always gonna immediately calm down and be like, "you did this specific thing and I didn't like that," like you're gonna have to prompt them through that shit, maybe take a breather, and talk about a resolution BUT. BUT. god, if my parents had just done that instead of the way they chose to handle my ~rebellion~ like we might have actually gotten somewhere. coworker's teenager has had a shitty life and lives with someone she Knows wants to get rid of her but legally can't until she's 19. ofc she's not doing her chores and cleaning her room, and seeking validation from dudes on the internet. get her a goddamn therapist and stop having her committed! she is only fucking seventeen.

tl;dr anyways kids don't actually "owe" parents anything. try not to take their growing pains personally. be supportive. don't hit your kids, that fucking includes spanking, don't hit your kids.

#god i hope that read more worked #look i know im fucked up from my childhood im in therapy im working on it #there is a reason 99% of my rebellion was reading books all the time and not doing my homework #aside from being in a terrible house; having untreated adhd; and escapist tendencies i was actually a p chill kid #i would absolutely have a kid like me and feel grateful for it #liking this post is fine #child abuse cw #physical abuse cw #suicide mention cw #like coworker was like 'we've looked into having her committed until she's 19' and i fuckin??? must have blacked out #i don't remember any more of the conversation #long post

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

임창균, Im Changkyun

anonymous asked:

Hi Mars! Could I request an imagine (is angst & fluff possible?) with Changkyun (MONSTA X) where his girlfriend and him get into a heated fight and he backs her up into the wall, staring deeply into her eyes, making butterflies erupt in her stomach? If not, that's okay. Thanks, much love. (Congrats on 200 followers!) ❤

Group: Monsta X (몬스타엑스)

Member: I.M.

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Dick jokes, lazy make-outs on the couch, making fun of and defending one another in equal measure, linking pinkies while on your around-dusk walks and falling asleep on each other’s shoulders, no matter the place.

That’s what yours and Changkyun’s relationship was made of. 

At least... It had been. All until that stupid game of Truth or Dare. 

“Okay, okay, okay!” Jooheon had said, clapping his hands to gain everyone’s attention. He looked straight at you, his eyes boring into yours, a playful shimmer to them. “Truth or dare?” he asked, mischief swimming in his eyes. 

You rolled your eyes, chuckling. “Truth,” you said. “I’m not letting you get me killed tonight; I have work tomorrow.” 

“Little did you know—truth was my plan the whole time!” he laughed. “I’m gonna get all that juicy stuff.” He pointed to Changkyun. “Get ready to be shocked by your girlfriend’s dirty little secrets,” he warned. 

Changkyun snorted. “As if,” he said, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer with an easy smile. “Unlike some people, we’ve got no secrets.” 

You nodded in agreement. “I know his phone password,” you said, shrugging. 

“I know hers,” he said. “Laptop, too.” You gave him a look. You hadn’t told him that. He caught your gaze and furrowed brows. “Looked over your shoulder while you were typing it in,” he explained simply.

You rolled your eyes, elbowing him playfully in the side. “That’s so... You,” you said. “Why am I not even surprised?”

“‘Cause he’s a demon,” Hyungwon chimed in, sprawled out on the couch while scrolling through his phone. 

You laughed. “That’s an insult to all demonds, dude.”

Changkyun pouted. “Rude,” he huffed. You gave his shoulder a small kiss, successfully appeasing him. Changkyun could get really whiny and childish sometimes, but he was easy to get back into a good mood. A light peck, an unfunny joke—then he was right back to his old self.

Jooheon groaned. “Can I ask now, or what?” You gave him a nod. He rubbed his hands together, rather reminiscent of a cheesy villain from the 80s about to reveal his master-plan. “Okay!” He cracked his knuckles, bringing up the drama of it all. “Virgin or not?” he asked confidently. 

Changkyun let out an amused puff of air. “Well, that’s easy,” he said. “Of course she’s not—”

“I am,” you said simply. You felt the room go quiet, Changkyun’s form stiffening beside you. Your brows furrowed. You’d never seen why it was such a big deal to be a virgin. In your opinion, it was a sign of self-control. You gave him a look. “What’s up?” 

His mouth opened and closed for a moment, no sounds passing his lips. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Nothing,” he said. “Really, it’s nothing!” he assured you, rubbing your arm warmly. “I just didn’t expect it, I guess.” He chuckled. “You’re just a real natural at... intimate stuff.” 

You should’ve noticed in that moment. The hesitation in his tone, the slight shift in his eyes. The way his hands avoided touching the bare skin of your hip when your shirt rode up a little. 

It had only gotten worse from there. Suddenly, it was all cute nicknames, soft touches and tip-of-the-nose kisses. Sure, that was lovely and all, but it wasn’t Changkyun. And it certainly wasn’t you. 

It seemed like you had been demoted from girlfriend to beloved niece whom he every once in a while gave a kiss on the lips to. Creepy analogy, but it was the only thing you could think of to describe your frustration.

From that point on, any dirty jokes shared between the guys involved your ears getting plugged. Any racy scene in a movie, your eyes were covered.

Your normal lazy make-outs were slimmed down to almost none, any clothes that showed what he deemed ‘a little too much skin’ was sent back to the closet, and he never stayed over at your place past midnight because, God forbid he be in girl’s house past her bedtime. 

It pissed you off to no end. 

You weren’t a child just because of something as silly as that. You didn’t need to be shielded from the world and taught the difference between right and wrong. You were your own person, and you would live how you wanted to.

With whom you wanted to.

You didn’t enter into this relationship to be controlled. You dated him because you could trust each other, tell each other anything and everything, and because you made each other feel alive.

At least, that’s the way it was for you. It was hard to tell how he felt anymore. Despite all of his sweetness, compared to how you were before, it felt like distance. 

A distance of miles and miles, despite how dramatic that sounded. 

There you were, sitting on your couch with Changkyun by your side, you legs tangled together and him petting your hair gently. He’d tucked your head into his neck, kissing the crown of your head softly every few minutes. 

He kept whispering tender things that you couldn’t quite understand. It was like he was protecting you from the world. 

Except you didn’t want to be protected. Not like this. 

There were things that you craved to do, and you’d shared all those things with your boyfriend. You thought, at the very least, he would remember that.

This wasn’t the way that Changkyun usually protected you. The way you kept each other safe was by facing the world with reckless abandon, holding each other’s hands tightly the whole time, as if saying: “Screw regret. We’re gonna try it all, even if it’s scary. We’ll do it together”. 

That’s just the way you both were. The opposite of glass. Fighting against the things that you shouldn’t do with full trust in each other.

Changkyun glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, ticking away the minutes. “I should probably get going,” he muttered. 

You furrowed your brows, looking over your shoulder. “It’s not even ten,” you said. “Why do you have to go?” 

He shrugged, already standing up after giving your temple a peck. “’Cause sleep is important,” he said, grabbing his hoodie from off the back of the couch. He mussed up your hair. “We both need it.”

He reached out to smooth your hair back down, but you smacked his hand away before he could. “Save it,” you sighed, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. 

He frowned. “Okay,” he said slowly, deep voice resonating in his chest. He draped his hoodie over the back of a chair. “You’re obviously upset.” 

You almost snorted. “No shit,” you said, not meeting his gaze. 

“Do you mind talking to me about it?” He paused for a moment, waiting for you to answer. “Please?” 

Finally, you looked at him, eyes narrowed, staring up at him through your lashes. He always knew he was in trouble when you did that. “Fine,” you said curtly. “Let’s talk. Let’s talk about how you’ve been treating me like a doll, shall we?”

You knew that your tone was a little sharp, but your temper was getting the better of you. It felt as if he were becoming a condescending parent, and considering he was the person you could usually be most free around, it was suffocating.

His brows furrowed. “A doll?” he echoed. He held back a sigh. “Why do you think that, love?” 

You rolled your eyes. “See? That! You never used to call me that, except on really special occasions!” You could feel yourself slipping, getting more and more frustrated. 

“I’m just trying to make you feel appreciated,” he said in a very easy way, shrugging. If you didn’t know him any better, you’d almost believe that’s how he really felt. 

Your fists clenched, but you didn’t move from your spot on the couch. “But I felt appreciated and loved when we’d call each other ‘jerk’ and ‘butt-munch’,” you said. You knew that your voice had grown quiet.

“Sure, it wasn’t very romantic in the standard sense of the word,” you continued, “but it was very... us. Y’know? It was our thing. It was fun.”

He chuckled. “Okay,” he said gently, coming up and patting your head. “I get it. I get where you’re coming from. I’ll be more careful.” 

For whatever reason, that set something off in you. You ducked your head away, standing up quickly. “Don’t do that!” you shouted. “Please!” He stared at you; his pretty, dark eyes wide and surprised. “Get angry! Shout at me and storm out of the room, then order takeout and apologize later! Do that!”

His jaw threatened to drop. You’d gotten into spats plenty of times, but as you’d said, he was usually the one losing his head. You were the grounded one. Even when you raised your voice, you said sorry right after. But now? He saw no apology in your eyes. 

Because you weren’t sorry. You weren’t sorry for what you were saying.

To some, it may seem dramatic or a little bit dumb, but it felt like he wasn’t really Changkyun anymore.

Not your Changkyun, at least.

“Ever since we played that stupid game,” you said, “you’ve been treating me like a child! It’s so annoying!” You continued ranting, seeing his neutral face slowly contort further and further into a frown. 

You didn’t normally explode like this and argue for no reason, so he knew it was bad. 

“It’s like you decided since I’ve never has sex before,” you shouted, “I must be less knowledgeable and intelligent than other people!” Your voice dropped a few octaves. “Do you know how that makes me feel?” you asked, voice scratchy from shouting so much. “It makes me feel like I’m not respected by the guy I respect the most out of everyone on this planet. And that’s sad.” 

Changkyun sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, he stepped forward. It shocked you, but it didn’t scare you. He’d never frightened you before. He continued walking forward, forcing you to step back. 

You could see the frustration in his dark eyes. Your back hit the wall, but you noted the way that one of his hands darted up to shield the back of your head. His hands traveled down to your wrists, pinning them at the sides of your head. 

“The reason I’ve been treating you like this,” he said, voice cutting straight through the air, making you hear him loud and clear, “is because I was worried. And honored. I don’t want you to regret me,” he said. His jaw was clenched while he spoke, but you could tell he was being genuine. “I didn’t want to move to fast or be too rough with you. I just wanted things to be natural.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Well, that’s dumb,” you said. “Things were natural before you screwed them up. How could I possibly regret you, moron?”

His hands tightened around your wrists. “I’m sorry?” He leaned closer, making butterflies erupt in your stomach. “You wanna say that one more time?” 

You didn’t avoid his eyes, but you did bite your lip nervously, making his gaze flicker over your face. “Maybe I do,” you said bravely. “It’s the only way to get it through your thick skull. I just liked the way we were before... Y’know?” 

He paused for a moment, searching your eyes. It was like he was looking for any source of hesitance or uncertainty swimming in your pretty orbs. 

When he found none, he wasted no time in pressing his lips to your firmly, almost feverishly wanting. It took your breath away, as always. It made your eyes flutter shut within seconds, your breathing become erratic and your mind go blank. 

You just loved him so freakin’ much. 

After a moment, he pulled away. “Love you,” he whispered breathlessly. 

You nodded, eyes still closed. “You too,” you said. You opened your eyes to look at him. “You won’t treat me like that again, right?” 

He chuckled. “After the way you kissed me a second ago?” he teased. “No way! I’m starting to think you’re not so innocent after all.” 

You snorted and smacked his shoulder. “Shut up!” you laughed. He smiled, giving you a quick peck on the nose before pulling away. “Where are you going?” you asked.

He fished his phone out of his pocket. “Apology,” he said simply. 

You smiled to yourself. You knew that meant take out from about six different places, just so he could get all of your favorites, ‘cause that’s just how he was. 

That was your Changkyun, and you were happy to have him.

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Helloooooooooooo, Anon! I am legitimately disappointed in how long this took me when it’s not even that long, but y’know, I guess life gets busy. Work has been... work. :’) It’s lucky I love it. 

I’m sorry it took so long to get this to you! Thank you for you patience, and I hope it was what you wanted. ^-^ I hope reading this made you feel happy. 

It doesn’t even have to be REALLY happy, just a little happy! I hope so, anyway. If nothing else, I know that gif at the end made you smile, ‘cause how could it not?? Have a good day/evening/night, all right? Take care of yourself!

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[slafkovskys]

ok but you’re hanging out with the guys but there’s no seats left so johnny lets you sit in his spot and he sits on the ground in front of you. You miss the nudges and looks the guys give each other when he does so, and the snickers when you start to play with his curls. But when you lean down to rest your head on his and go “j, im cold” you do hear the “get a room” and “date” that leaves the guys’ mouths and you let out a sigh saying “hes gotta ask for that to happen” and he’d def do that

when you walk in, you sigh seeing that there are no empty seats left for you. your eyes lock with johnny’s and he looks around to before standing up. he points to the blue beanbag chair with a shy grin. you walk past him and peck his cheek, mumbling out a “thank you.”

you drop down into the chair, patting your legs for johnny to rest in between them. he rests his head on your abdomen and you pat his chest with your hand before pulling out your phone.

you don’t hear the giggles and whispers from his friends as you two act like it was completely normal for two friends to be in this position. his arm hooked around your knee as he holds onto his controller, shouting at cam to start the game.

the ac cuts on and you shiver, causing johnny to crane his head back to look at you. you shrug, leaning down to mumble into his ear, “just a little chilly in here, j.”

“oh just do us all a favor and get a room!” one of johnny’s friends, blake, shouts. they room bursts into laughter as johnny blushes and you roll your eyes.

“he’s gotta ask me out for that to happen,” you sigh, relaxing into the beanbag and concentrating on your phone. the room gets quiet and you look up with a raised eyebrow, “what? you think he’s not obvious.”

johnny whines and you look down at the tall boy who mumbles, “i didn’t know you felt the same way.”

“you think i’d do the things i do for you if i didn’t like you, johnny?” you ask, playing with his hoodie strings. “i stay out past my bedtime to watch you play your games. do you know how special you have to be for me to sacrifice my sleep schedule?”

cam chimes in, “pretty special, dude.”

“shut up cam.”

“sorry.”

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[heyyyharry]

Olivia

(from the Flatmate!Harry Series)

...in which Y/N’s dealing with her family issues, and Harry’s past comes knocking on his door.

I know you guys have been waiting so long for this so I can only hope this doesn’t disappoint you. 

Harry cannot explain his unusual hatred of surprises. He hates surprise parties, he hates unexpected phone calls, he hates London’s unpredictable weather, he hates movies plot twists, he hates changing plans at the last minute, and most of all, he hates uninvited visitors. But somehow ever since moving in with Y/N, he’s been facing all of the above on a daily basis. And today is one of those days when a surprise just casually shows up at his front door.

Y/N has a presentation for her business club this morning, so when Harry wakes up she is already gone. As Harry’s making himself a sandwich for breakfast, the first and probably only guest of the day rings on his doorbell. He knows it’s not Y/N because whenever she forgets the keys she would just stand outside and shout out his name, the same thing happens when Niall comes to visit and the door’s locked. 

Harry rolls his eyes and leaves the sandwich on the kitchen counter to go see who it is, hoping that this person won’t ruin his entire day.

“It is you!”

Before Harry can react, the blonde haired stranger pulls him into a hug and tells him how thrilled she is to finally see him again. Shocked and confused, he grabs her by the arms and slightly pushes her away.

“Wait, do I know you?!”

“Haz, you don’t remember me?!”

There is only one person in this entire world who calls him by that nickname, and now that he has a better look at her face, he just doesn’t believe in his own eyes that she’s actually here in person.

“Ollie!” Harry almost tackles his childhood best friend to the ground with that hug, causing Olivia to squeal but starts laughing anyway.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” Harry doesn’t even realize how big his smile is, he’s just overjoyed that she came back to him after all those many years.

“I just arrived here two days ago. Last week I visited your mum and she gave me your address!”

Olivia finally breaks the hug. With both hands on his shoulders, she takes a step back to admire how much he’s grown.

“And look how tall you are! When I left we were the same height! Now you’re a head taller than me! What is this?! And your voice! Oh my God!”

“It’s called puberty!” Harry rolls his eyes. “And thank you, you look great, too!”

Olivia puts her hands on her hips and squints her eyes at him in doubt. “Really? Because I think my boobs are still a bit small.”

To his surprise, she actually places both hands on her breasts and squeezes them right in front of him. Harry immediately clears his throat and turns away. If this had happened before he began dating Y/N, he would’ve found it completely normal for the nature of their friendship. But he’s in a relationship now, it’s uncomfortable to see another girl do something like that.

“Boobs scare you now?” Olivia covers her mouth and gasps. “Haz, are you gay?!”

“No!”

“It’s fine if you are though.”

“What? No, love!” He shakes his head and chuckles at her funny reaction. “I’ve got a girlfriend now so…yeah…”

“It’d be more believable if you said you were gay.”

“Nope. My girlfriend lives here with me.” 

Olivia looks at her friend with bug eyes and slack-jawed, arms crossed in front of her chest. Of course she’s aware that it’s been years since they last saw each other, and he’s definitely not the same sixteen year old boy she knew anymore, but she didn’t expect Harry to turn into someone who would move in with his first serious girlfriend!

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs.

“I think I’ve got the wrong address. Sorry!” Olivia jokes and turns to walk away but Harry grabs her by the wrist and smoothly spins her around to face him again.

“You haven’t changed much, Ollie,” he says, winning a smile from her.

“Is it a good or a bad thing?”

“Good. But you should’ve just called me before coming here.”

“What’s the fun in that?” Ollie reaches up to stroke Harry’s curls, looking happier than ever. “Besides, I knew how much you hated surprises!”

...

“And that’s the end of my presentation. Thank you for listening!”

With a smile on her face, Y/N walks back to her seat in the applause of her peers. As the next person comes to the front to deliver his presentation, which Y/N doubts will be nearly as good as hers, she receives a call from an unknown ID. 

At first she doesn’t want to pick it up, thinking it’s either a telesales employee or an estate agent, as always, but her phone has been vibrating for a while now it makes her think this one call could be important. So she excuses herself and leaves the room to answer it.

“Y/N, it’s me, Maisie!”

For a second, all Y/N can see is herself falling head first into a dark black pit. She wants to think it’s just a prank and that someone’s pretending to be Maisie, her sister. However, she cannot lie to herself and say she doesn’t recognize the voice on the other line. How can she not? She grew up hearing that voice every single day. 

“Y/N, are you there?”

She should just hang up. She should just pretend she’s never picked up that phone call, but deep down inside she knows that’s not what she wants. In this very moment, Y/N can finally relate to her boyfriend's unusual hatred of surprises.

So that is how Y/N ends up meeting her sister in the park near her campus. When she sees Maisie, she still thinks this is a bad idea, because when somebody leaves you and later comes back, they’re never the same person. Her sister could be a dangerous criminal and she still wouldn’t know because it’s been years since she last heard from Maisie. 

Before the incident, the two of them used to be so close. They shared a bedroom and Maisie read Y/N at least one bedtime story every single night. Maisie got her first boyfriend and the girls grew apart, and the night Maisie left in her boyfriend’s car she didn’t even say goodbye to her little sister. 

“How did you find me?” Y/N asks, arms crossed defensively in front of her chest and she’s not even looking at her sister as they’re having this conversation on the park bench.

“I ran into Violet...”

“Violet? Did you blackmail my best friend to get my number?”

“No! I just told her about my situation and she was so understanding.”

It does sound like Violet, Y/N’s no stranger to her high school best friend’s good nature. No one’s more easy to be manipulated than Violet.

“And what situation is that?” Y/N lets out a sarcastic chuckle. She still cannot believe Maisie’s never contacted her once ever since she left but suddenly when she needs something from her she just casually shows up like nothing had never happened. 

It doesn’t sound like Y/N to blame every unfortunate event in her life on her older sister whom she hasn’t seen in years, but she’s more than sure that had it not been for Maisie’s incident, her parents wouldn’t be pressuring her to become her perfect oldest brother, Darren, knowing she cannot. All because of how much she reminds them of the daughter they’ve lost.

“I didn’t know anyone else to turn to,” Maisie says while her fingers start fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, same thing Y/N would do whenever she’s nervous. “I couldn’t come back home to see mum and dad. If I knew where Darren was, I still couldn’t come to him, he’s always hated me. You’re my only family, Y/N.”

“You should’ve thought about that when you left me.” Y/N’s voice breaks at the last three words. 

“If it’d been you, I doubt you would’ve stayed with our problematic parents Y/N.” Maisie’s response leaves Y/N at a loss for words. “All mum and dad wanted was a perfect child. They didn’t care how horrible it was for me to find out I was pregnant with my first boyfriend! I know my pregnancy wasn’t planned, but I didn’t want my child to grow up thinking she’s unwanted.”

“She...?” 

“Yes.” Maisie smiles at how the look in her sister eyes softens. “Her name’s Eleanor, she’s five now. You’re an aunt.”

Wow, Y/N thinks to herself. When she woke up this morning, she never would’ve thought she would receive an unexpected phone call from her sister, and she would end up having a five-year-old niece that she’d never known of. Though the title makes her feel a bit old, she cannot hide the fact that she’s over the moon.

“Where’s she now?” she asks Maisie, whose smile disappears once receives that question. 

“At home, my neighbor’s babysitting her while I’m at work.”

“Where’s her dad?”

"Last week he left us.” Y/N feels her heart ache when she finally gets the answer. “He met a rich woman, who was willing to give him everything she had only if he’d give up his poor family, and that’s what he did...”

“I’m sorry...” Y/N reaches out to hold her sister’s hand and brings it to her lap. 

Maisie presses her lips into a smile. “I know we haven’t talked in years, and it’s not right to come here and ask for your help but I don’t know what to do. He left me with nothing, so I took El here to start over, but my waitress salary can only afford her clothes and food. I can’t pay the rent and if I don’t have the money this weekend, the landlord will kick us out.”

Y/N has no idea what’s gotten into her, but she doesn’t regret saying what she says next, “what can I do to help?”

...

Harry feels something’s off when his girlfriend returns to their shared flat. She seems worried and irritated and the first thing she does when she enters the living room isn’t to kiss him on the cheek, but to go straight into the kitchen for a glass of water. He asks her what’s wrong but she says she just had a bad day, that’s all. 

“Hey, guess who came to see me today?” Harry asks when Y/N’s texting on her phone and doesn’t even bother to look at him. “Olivia. I’ve told you about her once.”

“Sure, that’s great, baby.”

That answer, to Harry, is no different from a slap across the face.

“You’re not listening.” It’s not even a question, it’s a statement.

Y/N looks up, and the questioning look she’s giving Harry immediately confirms that he was right.

“I said-”

“Wait! I have to make this call! We’ll talk later okay?” Y/N quickly tells Harry and walks right past him to her room.

When her door’s closed, Harry still has no idea what just happened. He wants to follow her and interfere with that phone call then demand her to talk to him, but he thinks that’s probably too much, and maybe he’s overreacting. So he sits on the couch and wait for her to come back. Little does he know, he’ll have to wait until morning.

...

Y/N’s behaviors in the next few days are just incomprehensible to Harry. They live in the same flat but they don’t speak more than two sentences to each other a day and she’s always coming home late then making excuses like she’s too tired to talk or she just wants to be alone. At first Harry thought he was being delusional, but gradually, he feels like she’s drifting further away from him. 

“What’s on your mind?” 

Olivia’s voice breaks Harry’s train of thought and he blinks a couple of times to adjust to reality, which makes her giggle. They just went to the bookstore together, which was originally a date with Y/N but she blew him off at the last minute.

“Come on, your ice cream’s melting, Haz.”

“I can’t understand your craze for ice cream.” He laughs when notices Olivia’s finished half of her cone as they’re walking down the street back to her hotel. 

“I don’t need a reason to like something.”

That’s obviously a lie, but Harry doesn’t need to know. Even if he already did, Olivia wouldn’t tell him either. She’d like to think about it as her own little secret.

Olivia became Harry’s friend when they were in middle school, but their history went all the way back to first grade. She was really sad that day, sitting on her doorsteps alone while her parents were arguing in the kitchen, and he was riding his bike around the neighborhood when he found her. It was none of Harry’s business, he didn’t even know who she was, he just knew his mum had taught him to never walk away from a sad girl. 

“This is for you,” he said, handing her the chocolate ice-cream he bought with his own pocket money.

Olivia looked at him, eyes wide, then shyly mumbled a soft “Thank you.”

They hadn’t spoken another word to each other until middle school when they got paired as partners for a class project and later on became close friends. Olivia still doesn’t know if Harry remembers how they first met, but every time they meet, Olivia would ask Harry to buy her a chocolate ice cream and Harry would always do it without question. The truth is, she doesn’t even like ice cream that much, only for him that she does.

“Are you still in university?”

“Of course, Harold! You know how important education is to me!” Olivia playfully slaps Harry’s chest. “Just kidding, but yeah I’m still in uni. I just decided to take a gap year and travel the world. Before I came here, I was in Bali. Holy shit, it was the best time I’ve ever had!”

“Fuck, that sounds awesome.”

“It really is! My next destination is Korea! You can come with me! I mean...if you want.”

They’ve talked about traveling far away together before. When they were younger, all they ever dreamed of was to get to eighteen so they could go anywhere. She used to be his partner in crime, “used to”, sad, but also true. A lot have changed since the day she left, and despite how she feels about him remains unchanged after all those years, she’s no longer his first and foremost. 

“I don’t want to leave Y/N behind, and I’m not so sure she would like to come with me.” 

“Right. Harold’s got a girlfriend now,” Olivia teases as she pokes his dimple with her forefinger, wishing she could be as cool about this as how she appears to be.

The rest of the way back to Olivia’s hotel is silence. Something has dawned on the pair of friends since the moment Y/N was brought up, something they have always known but for the sakes of their friendship, pretended like they didn’t.

When they arrive, Harry thanks Olivia for joining him today, after that they share a hug, which is too formal for their liking.

“Haz,” calls Olivia when her friend turns to leave. “Do you...uh...do you want to come to my place tonight?”

“What for, love?”

“Uh, i don’t know. I can cook for you if you’d like. I’ve been eating alone these days, it’s pretty sad.”

“Okay. Can Y/N come?”

“S-Sure!” Olivia nods. “Of course!”

“Great! Thanks, Ollie! We’ll see you tonight!” With that, he walks away, however, with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Harry heads back to his shared flat, thinking about Y/N constantly. Even though he’s still a bit mad at her for ignoring him, he still wants to believe his girlfriend has a good reason for it. He knows she loves him so she wouldn’t hide things from him. Harry really wants to believe so. 

But how can he convince himself she has nothing to hide when he comes home, once again, to a dark empty flat, with just a single note on the fridge: Working late to prepare for a business club’s event. Don’t wait up for me! Love you. :)

Harry rereads the first sentence over and over again in his head, not wanting to believe that is Y/N’s actual handwriting. Because it’s a lie. There’s no event preparation because there’s no event to begin with. 

Harry ran into the president of her business club this morning, and that girl told him Y/N hasn’t shown up at club meetings for days, let alone be this devoted to stay late preparing for an event which she will definitely miss. Now Harry just doesn’t know if he’s more hurt or more disappointed. And what confuses him more is the fact that he still believes that she has a decent reason for lying to him.

Letting out a sigh, Harry pulls out his phone and types down a quick text to Olivia, not sure if it’s the right thing to do, but it’s better to get drunk with someone else than just yourself when you’re desperate.

Hey, I guess it’s just me and you tonight. H. 

...

“More?”

Harry shakes his head slightly to refuse another bottle of beer Olivia offers. He’s a bit tipsy right now, and sure he will probably book an Uber to get home, but he knows Y/N hates it when he’s one over the eight.

“Are you seriously still thinking about your girlfriend?” Olivia laughs, which lets Harry know she’s now on the same level of tipsiness as he is. 

Just less than an hour ago, Harry was eating with her on the sofa but somehow they ended up lying side by side on the floor between empty glass bottles. 

“Are you happy with her, Haz?”

“Of course I am,” Harry responses without a second though. Even when he’s drunk, Y/N’s still the only thing he thinks about. For someone who’s never been in love before, he thinks he’s never been more sure of his feelings.

The pair drowns in silence for a brief moment as Olivia finishes the beer in her hand, only to change the subject soon afterwards.

“Do you remember our first time? That was some fun shit.”

This would be a weird subject to discuss with one of your old flings when you’re already in a relationship. However, Harry’s not in his right mind to decide what he should and shouldn’t say.

“Yeah, that was wild. I was terrible though.”

“What? You were great.” Olivia flips herself over on her stomach and scoots closer to rest her chin on his shoulder. “Couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”

“Ollie...”

“Haz, I miss us...” Olivia lazily drags herself on top of Harry, sighing contently. Harry laughs but immediately sits up, forcing his disappointed friend to do the same.

“We’re here now.”

“You know what I mean,” she whispers, fingers reaching out to fist Harry’s shirt. Harry may not be sober, but he knows her intention. Instantly, he grabs both of her hands to stop her before she goes too far. He knows she’s now too hammered to control her own actions, so he doesn’t blame her for doing this.

“Ollie, I’m sorry...I can’t,” he says with sincere in his eyes, which she’s too wasted to see. 

“Of course you can. Remember what you said? About how good I tasted? About how good I felt...”

“Ollie, no. I’ve got a girlfriend.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Harry’s whole body stiffens all at once. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Harry, if you meant that much to her, she wouldn’t lie. And if she meant that much to you, you wouldn’t turn to me for comfort.”

Olivia struggles to keep her eyes open, but for these drunken words of hers, Harry has to eat his heart out. 

He wastes no time to gather his stuff and leaves his friend’s hotel room, despite the heartbroken look she gives him when he heads to the door. He’ll talk to her tomorrow when she’s sober. Harry’s not sure if they can still be friends after tonight, maybe not, but that he can deal with later, if he loses Y/N tonight, he doesn’t know if he’s able to cope. As a result, he risks his own life driving back to their shared flat, hoping his girlfriend will be there when he arrives.

“Y/N, I’m-” Harry’s sentence is cut short when he opens the door and sees Y/N standing in the middle of their flat with tears in her eyes, his phone in her hand. It’s completely slipped from his mind that he left his phone at home when he walked out.

“Baby, why’re you crying?”

“Don’t tell me you were just with her...” she says bitterly while holding up Harry’s phone. “Olivia, huh? Did you enjoy fucking her?”

“I-What? No! Nothing happened. Did you really go through my texts?”

“No, her messages popped up on the screen, asshole! You fucking went to see another girl at a hotel!”

“Because this girl is my friend and that’s where she’s staying?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’d been seeing her again?”

“I did, but you weren’t listening!” Harry wants to shout but he remembers why he came back. Still, she’s clearly in no position to tell him he’s the one at fault. “Why are you here accusing me of lying when you haven’t been honest yourself? Don’t fucking tell me you were busy with your stupid club because I know it’s bullshit.”

“You want to know the truth?” Y/N tosses the phone onto the sofa as breathes out a laugh, which is anything but humor. “When you were out having fun with your Olivia, I was busy taking care of my sister’s baby so she could finish her late night shift. Yes I haven’t come to one club meeting lately, because I’ve been spending most of my time trying to convince my oldest brother to financially support my sister.”

Harry’s tongue-tied for almost three seconds, utterly shocked at the news. “Your sister?”

“Yes...” Y/N squeezes her eyes shut and exhales deeply. “She came back a few days ago.” 

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I promised her not to tell anyone, even you, but I guess I cannot hide any longer...” Y/N shakes her head as the lump in her throat becomes too hard to handle. 

This is the second time Harry sees her cry. The first time being on his birthday when she threw him a surprise party and invited all of his friends over, only to hear him accidentally talk shit about her to another girl. This time, she’s also crying because of him, and a different girl. This gets Harry thinking twice about the kind of person he really is.

“I didn’t know, Y/N...You shut me out.”

“That was my fault. I apologize...But...but you could’ve just interrupt me any time and told me how you felt, Harry. You didn’t even try to communicate.”

“You weren’t even listening when I told you about Olivia!”

“So you went to see your ex to get back at me, is that it?”

“She’s not my ex.”

“She took your first kiss, and virginity! You knew how your relationship with her made me feel, but you went to see her anyway! If you wanted to hurt me, congratulations! It worked!”

Harry’s head hangs low. He hates to admit it because he doesn’t want to accept he’s a terrible person for wanting to make Y/N jealous at first. However, he genuinely didn’t know about Olivia’s intentions or even consider cheating on Y/N. The last thing he wanted was to put her in any kind of pain, yet somehow ended up doing it still.

“Hurting me just because I hurt you is not how a relationship works, Harry.”

Harry feels his heart stop completely when he hears her saying those words.

“A-Are you breaking up with me?”

“I don’t know...”

He doesn’t know what it’s like for her, but for him, that answer is no different from a ‘yes’.

“Can we...” Y/N swallows while her eyes are glued to her feet, unable to hold his eye contact, not even for just a second. “Can we talk in the morning when we’re both thinking straight?”

“Of course, baby...Take all the time you need, just..” Harry knows he sounds desperate, but he doesn’t care.

“Just please don’t leave me.”

Y/N doesn’t reply. Just like that, she turns her heels and walks back to her room. Harry’s once again left alone in the living room, feeling empty, not knowing what to expect when he wakes up, or if she’s still here then. 

He has always hated surprises, and maybe, this, will be the worst.

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[bella-ca]

An Unexpected Love- A Mobster TRR AU Crossover

Summary: Bella, the daughter of murdered King of New York Adrian Raines, wants revenge. The Rhys family killed her parents to take the throne. Now she will stop at nothing until she gets her revenge.

A/N: I was away for awhile taking care of a few personal issues thank you for your patience

This is my first time writing. This is a love story eventually but it does get dark. I was inspired by @katurrade by her Mobster Liam AU and decided to try my hand at writing. This is unbeta. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to choices by Pixelberry. I’m just borrowing them. Same with the pics they are not mine.

Warnings: violence, cursing, murder, revenge, assassination. By reading you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years of age.

Word count: 1245

Masterlist

Chapter 12

Bella got ready the next day. She kept herself

occupied most of the day but now it was late

afternoon. Liam has been texting her and calling her.

He left her several messages. She had not listened to

them yet. She did not want to hear his voice. She

loved him that part she knew. How can you love and

hate someone so much? Her emotions were all over

the place. She knew if she heard his voice it would

cause her heart to rip open again.

She opened her nightstand drawer and looked at a

picture of her and her parents. A tear slipped down

her cheek as she looked at them, anger boiling in her

veins. She needed to remember the reason she was

doing all of this. She couldn’t let Liam get in the way.

She needed to force down all her feelings. If she

didn’t it would not only be dangerous for her, her

parents would not be avenged. She closed her eyes

picturing her parents and how happy they were. How

much they loved each other. How their lives were cut

short. All for a crown, for power. She took a deep

breath and texted Liam.

Bella: Hey handsome, I’m sorry I didn’t get back to

you. I just got back in town.

She waits for his reply and her phone starts ringing.

Dammit, why couldn’t he just texted me back. She

keeps her parents photo in her left hand. She takes a

deep breath looking down at her parents photo

before answering the phone in her right hand.

“Hello?”

“Hey beautiful, I was so worried about you. Are you

okay?”

Her heart jumps hearing his voice. He sounds

like he really missed her. She could hear the worry

and relief in his voice.

“Im fine Liam. How are you?”

“Better now that I’m talking to you. I missed you so

much Love.”

Bella shuts her eyes taking a deep breath trying to

sound normal. Stay strong Bella.. She tells herself.

“I missed you too.”

“Are you at home? I want to see you.”

A tear falls down her face, the photo in her hand shaking.

“Liam, I had a really long flight, I’m just really tired. Can I call you tomorrow?”

there’s a pause before Liam asks, “Bella…..are you okay? You sound different.”

...Shit… she thinks.

“Im okay. Just tired. I really missed you too. I want to see you but I’m exhausted.”

“Let me come over, I can draw you a bath and give you a massage. I...I need to see you...please.”

Bella closes her eyes trying to keep together. Fuck why did he have to be so perfect. Don’t fall for it Bella. She glances at the picture again for strength.

“Baby, I missed you too, but really I just want to shower and go to sleep.” We can meet tomorrow, okay?

Another pause. She can hear his sigh thru the phone.

“Okay Love, I will call you tomorrow. I love you Bella... so much.”

She digs her nails into her palm drawing blood.

“I love you too Liam. I will talk to you tomorrow.”

“FUCK!!!” she screams, not bothering to wipe the

tears that fall as she grabs a shot glass and bottle.

*******************************

Liam hangs up the phone. An ache in his heart. He

really wanted to see Bella. She sounded different…..

maybe she was having second thoughts? Maybe

there's someone else? The thought of Bella with

someone else brought out a rage in him he never felt

before. She was his and his alone.

He thinks back to when he saw her for the first time

after thinking that she was dead. The joy and

happiness he felt. He knew it was fate and that they

were meant to be together forever. They way they

made love….he assumed that she felt the same way.

Could she be in a relationship? She didn’t even bother to text him once during the past couple of

days. He just realized he knew nothing about her life

over the past 5 years. Maybe she is already with

someone. Someone as beautiful as her couldn’t be

single. He was just so happy she was alive that he

didn’t even stop to consider that she might have

moved on. She said herself that she didn’t remember

him. Here he was pouring his heart out to her, how

she was his love, and she could be taken. No! It

doesn't matter if she’s with someone. I lost her once.

I wont lose her again. Bella is his life his world. He

would be with her not matter what it cost. He gets up

from his desk pacing. He needed to find out about

her, but how? He promised her he would keep her

secret. There was only one person he could trust. He

picks up his phone and makes a call.

“Hey Li, whats up?”

Drake, there’s something I need you to do. It has to stay between us…..”

**************************

Constantine is in his office reviewing the footage of

the hotel Bastien sent over. He sees the same

women that was with Tariq walk out of the hotel

alone. He can see her get into a dark colored SUV but

cant make out much more. The camera is too far

away. There is no footage of anyone else with her.

The Phoenix had to be waiting in the room already,

but how? The room was Tariq’s not hers. He tells

himself. He was trying to get info on the Phoenix but

was not able to come up with much. Most of it was

hearsay from others. Those who did see the Phoenix

face to face met their untimely deaths. He was a

shadow, a ghost. Constantine grabs the phone to

make a call.

**************************

After a few shots, Bella stands up and starts to pace

thinking how she will even be able to be “normal”

when she sees Liam tomorrow. She knows she won’t

be able to put off seeing him for another day. She

decides to train again for a few hours before bedtime

to clear her mind. Exhausted, she has a few more

drinks and falls asleep quickly.

Bella finds herself walking down the hall. She is excited and nervous to tell her parents about Liam. She decides to tell them now before the show. She gets to her parents bedroom and hears their voices, the door was open just a crack. She peeks inside and sees her father talking to her mother. “We must be careful” her father says. If it is true and he is a traitor, he will come after all of us. I have no doubt.” Her mother gets up from the bed hugging her father. “Adrian”, she tells him. “We must keep Bella safe.” I can't bear to lose her, or you.” she says sobbing. I won’t let anything happen to you or Bella.” Her father tells her mother holding her close. “Let us just enjoy tonight together as a family. “Tomorrow Constantine will be dealt with.” Surprised by what she has heard, she runs to her room. Constantine...wants us dead? She would have to wait to tell them about Liam. Their lives were in danger.

Bella startles awake drenched in sweat.

“Constantine…….. he knew. He knew my father found

out he was a traitor. That’s why he took him out first.”

she whispers.

Chapter 13

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[3wisellamas]

Graffiti Wiener

(Oops, my recent fanfic kick spilled over from AT to OK KO.  tl;dr:   Darrell starts vandalizing the plaza every night and the bodega kids find it entertaining as heck.  It’s very long, set aside some time for it.  Also, disclaimer, don’t do crimes kiddos, yadda yadda yadda.)

--

It was early shift at Gar’s Bodega.  Rad opened the store that day, looked at the relatively stocked state of the shelves from the day prior, and floated to the break room for a post-wake nap.  Enid arrived second, and seeing nobody to keep her accountable she swiped an issue of Alt EDM Monthly from the magazine rack to peruse as she lounged on her counter.  As usual, KO excitedly burst through the door last, waving at his mom as she parked the car to start her own day.  But, this early on this quiet a day, his enthusiasm only took him so far into his cleaning duties.

It was too early to be at work, the three silently agreed.  Then, as if a direct challenge to their morning ennui, their boss Mr Gar angrily smashed through his office door.

“KO!  Enid!”  He turned towards the break room door in the back.  “Radicles!  Front and center!”

The three slowly marched forward, Rad in particular taking a few extra seconds to come into the store proper, yawning.  It was too early to be taking orders, the three silently agreed.

Their lack of enthusiasm only raised Mr Gar’s volume.  “You three shape up and come with me.  I got work for you.”  He stomped towards the back of the store, out the loading dock, with his employees in tow.  The four exited the building there, passed the trucks and the junkyard, and turned into the alley, where the sight that awaited them definitely made the early morning shift less dull.

Taking up almost an entire wall of the plaza alleyway was a large graffiti mural, unusually detailed and elaborate for the spray paint it was created with.  The cans of paint in question had been carelessly discarded all over the alley afterward, simply left behind in what seemed like a hurry.

“Disgusting, isn’t it,”  Gar sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose behind his glasses.  “Someone vandalized the plaza last night, and today I’ve got two jobs for you!”

KO wasn’t listening.  He immediately rushed over towards the wall to get a better look.  “It’s so pretty!!”

“Yeah, this is pretty sick,” Enid agreed.  “They did this in only one night?”

Gar snapped his fingers to regain their attention.  “I have two jobs for the three of you.  First, you’re cleaning up this mess.”  He kicked a stray can out from under his feet, and pointed to a large bucket of white paint, a tray, and two paint rollers he’d set up underneath the mural.  “I want every trace of what happened here last night gone, understand?”

“Yes sir, Mr Gar!”  The three saluted enthusiastically.

“Good.”  He paused.  “KO, I only had two paint rollers and they’re pretty short, so you clean up the trash.”  

“I’m on it!”  KO gave a big smile, bouncing on his heels at the thought of having his own special mission.

“Now, the second thing…”  Mr Gar leaned forward over his employees, to gain a more intimidating presence.  “I want you three to come back here tonight, and keep watch over the plaza.  If the creep who did this comes back, you’re to stop them at all costs.  Understood?”

Enid and Rad looked at each other nervously, before giving their boss a shaky thumbs-up.  

“If this wall isn’t sparkling white when I come in tomorrow morning, I am going to be very.  Very.  Disappointed in you.”  He leaned back into his normal posture, and even a little further to crack his back.  “Welp, time’s a-wastin’, Bodegamen.  Get to work!”

All three shouted “Yes sir!” after him as he departed back towards the loading dock, leaving them to their tasks.  

KO excitedly hopped around gathering spray cans, while Rad and Enid set up the paint tray.  Enid in particular looked up at the mural again, studying the various scenes it depicted:  A giant orange dragon along the top, who seemed to be desperately chomping and grabbing at a bunch of glittering technoes in mid-flight.  In the center, a nondescript man in a cowboy hat riding a yellow horse, shooting what looked like a revolver at the dragon, and missing all six shots.  Off to one side, a cute cartoony mouse glowing a gross nuclear green, and with what looked like toxic waste dripping from its mouth.  On the other side, the artist’s tag, reading “DB” in simple, red block letters.

She sadly contemplated what she would soon have to do to the piece.

“So...who do you think could’ve made this anyway?”  KO asked as he ducked between his friends to grab a paint can.

Rad didn’t even hesitate.  “It’s Darrell.  No question.”

“Are you sure?”  Enid gestured towards the parking lot with her thumb.  “I know he’s a graffiti wiener, but usually all he does is tag our sign every now and then.  I didn’t think he was able to do stuff like...this.”

“You know any other graffiti wieners with the initials ‘DB’?” he asked, pointing towards the tag.  He coated his paint roller in the tray, and raised it to the mural.  “Welp, guess we better get paintin’.”

“Hold up a second, Rad!”  Enid put down her roller and took several steps back, motioning for him to move aside.  She produced her phone from her pocket and took several pictures of the wall, occasionally stepping to the right or the left to get a better angle.  “It’s kind of a waste to just cover it up like this, you know?”

“Dude, Enid, it was painted by a Boxbot.”

“Oh well?  I still think it looks cool.”  She took one final picture, and then swiped back through them.  “I’ve been reading a bunch of articles in Alt EDM Monthly about this DJ that also posts a ton of graffiti tutorials on Social Media, so I guess I’ve been on a real street art kick.  And this…”  She cropped a picture of the mouse portion.  “...is my new lock screen.”

“Heh, okay then,” Rad scoffed.

She put her phone away and grabbed the roller again.  “Alright, now let’s get to work.”  

I didn’t take long before the whole wall was covered in two coats of plain white, letting through no traces of the graffiti underneath.  The alleyway was spotless, with KO even finishing with the paint cans early and then using the time to collect the rest of the place’s usual debris.  It was at least an eventful start to a dull early morning shift, the three silently agreed.

--

The late shift, though, was another story.  Mr Gar had let his employees leave early to make up for coming back so late, and they were refreshed and ready for a Boxbot fight.

They took up a lookout position in a part of the fenced junkyard overlooking the alley, hiding behind a large pile of trash and robot parts.  Enid checked the time, quietly signalling to the other two to keep their eyes open, but three hours later even she was ready to call it a night.  Not even a tiny dinosaur had passed through the alley at all.

KO looked up at his friends and yawned.  “I think we should just go home.  I told Mommy we’d be out past my bedtime, but not this late…”

“You wanna take a nap, go ahead kiddo.  I’m about there too.”  Rad shifted to a slightly more comfortable position, not an easy feat in a pile of scrap metal.

“Guys, don’t stick me with lookout.”  Enid continued scrolling through her Social Media feed to keep awake, not even paying attention to her duties at all.

They heard a metallic thump, and Enid looked up from her phone. “Rad, was that you?”  She shook him awake when she got no response.

“It sounded like it was coming from the parking lot!”  KO whispered.  The three peeked out from behind their pile to see a hooded figure sneaking into view around the front of the plaza.  The intruder kept nervously looking around to make sure the alley was clear, before jogging back to the site of their previous mural.  The bodega employees couldn’t be sure in the dark, but it looked like the figure sighed as they laid a bright green backpack on the pavement and pulled back their hood.

The exposed brain case and large, single eye in the center of their forehead as they whipped their head around to do one last sweep of the area were unmistakable.

“Yep, that’s a Darrell.”  Rad pulled the other two back behind the pile.  “Ready to smash ‘im?”

“...You know what?  Hang on a sec.”  Enid grabbed Rad’s shoulder and held him in place.  “We’ve still got that white paint, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then…”  Enid let him go to peek at Darrell, squinting to see better in the dark.  “I say we just let him go.  I kinda wanna see what he does.”

KO peeked around the other side of the trash pile.  “But Enid,”  he whispered, “What about Mr Gar?  Darrell’s gonna mess up the wall again.”

“We’ll just repaint it once he’s done.”

“Oh…”  

Darrell dug in his backpack for a few moments, before finally pulling out the aerosol can he was looking for.  He popped the top off, just letting it clatter along the pavement, and shook the can vigorously before laying down the first marks of a new piece.

“Orange!”  KO excitedly whispered to the others.  “He’s using orange first!”

“Yeah.  Looks like he’s got a flame theme with this one,” Enid and KO both quietly got comfortable to watch the show.

Rad rolled his eyes.  “I guess I just don’t get it.”  He didn’t exactly stop watching Darrell work, though, from over KO’s shoulder.

The robot finished the base coat on the flames, and set the can down at his feet.  He dug in his bag again and pulled out a can of yellow, and then a can of red, using them to add variation to the flat orange.  With the flame background detailed, he placed the red can with the others and stepped back to take in his work.  Satisfied, he dug for yet another can, and started painting black vertical bars across the entire canvas.

“Aw, what’s he doing?”  KO pouted.  “He’s ruining it!”

Enid clapped her hand over her little friend’s mouth as his whispering got just a little too loud for comfort.  “Let’s just see where he’s going with this.”

As he started focusing on a portion of the canvas, though, Darrell suddenly started to act uneasy.  He whipped his head around again, scanning the alley for anyone watching his efforts.  The bodega trio ducked back behind their garbage pile just quick enough to avoid being spotted.  He stared towards the junkyard for more than a few seconds, before finally turning back towards the wall and continuing with the black paint.

“Phew…”  Enid held KO on her lap as Rad leaned back into the trash.  He didn’t do so as silently as he’d hoped, though, and a small piece of scrap metal above his head loosened and dropped, loudly skittering across the ground as all three looked on in horror.

In the alley, Darrell jumped at the noise, throwing his paint at a nearby trash can.  Like a startled rabbit, he bolted towards the parking lot, not even bothering to check what had made the sound.  As he turned the corner out of sight, the trio heard his rocket boots activate and fade into the distance in the direction of Boxmore.

Enid released a breath she’d been holding for what seemed like the entire night, relieved she could finally do so without watching her volume.  She and KO left their post to examine the fresh mural their archenemy had left behind, while Rad leaned against a clean wall nearby.

Between the black bars, Darrell had been painting a pair of hands gripping two of them when he was interrupted, one of which appeared to be melting and dripping down into the flames below.

“Huh.  He’s a tortured artist.  I like it.”  Enid pulled out her phone again to snap pictures, using the flash to illuminate the area.

Rad, however, started investigating a much more intriguing target.  “Hey, guys, look what he left for us!”  He picked up the paint-filled backpack and draped it over his shoulder.  He had forgotten to actually close it, though, and as he whipped it around about a dozen paint cans labelled in various colors fell out and scattered down the alley, which KO helpfully ran after.

“You guys, quit bein’ so loud!”  Enid couldn't help but laugh at her coworkers’ antics, though.  

“You’re one to talk, E.”  Rad set the bag down between his feet and opened it wide.  “Toss me one, KO!”

He did so, though his aim was a bit off.  Rad quickly grabbed the tossed can in midair using his telekinesis, guiding it home.  “Good shot, buddy!  Keep ‘em coming!”

While the boys repacked the backpack, Enid got to work preparing the rollers and paint tray.  It took just about as long as it had done earlier to apply the two coats and hide all evidence that anyone had vandalized the plaza once again.

“Just one thing left to do I guess.”  Enid motioned toward the backpack draped over Rad’s shoulder.  “Let’s toss that thing back across the street.”

Rad resisted.  “Actually, I got a better idea.  I’ll hang onto it for now.”  He put on the backpack a bit more properly, with both straps around his shoulders.

“What, you repainting your van with that stuff?”

“Naw, you’ll see.”  He smirked.  “Besides, maybe if Darrell doesn’t have this he won’t be able to come back tomorrow night.”

“I don’t think that’ll stop him.”  Enid sighed.  “We might want to keep an eye out for him tomorrow too.  Meet me here at midnight?”

KO and Rad agreed.  The latter checked his phone, and groaned.

“Speakin’ of my van, yeesh.  It is way too late.  I’ll drive us home.”

KO looked up at the moon, barely visible over the alley wall above them.  “Yeah…I definitely missed my bedtime.”

--

Darrell did return the next night, as the trio expected.  This time he carried a light blue backpack, with an ‘S’ and a few of what were either flowers or tiny sawblades embroidered along the top.  He was much more careful to make sure he was unwatched, however, to the point of even walking up to the junkyard fence to check behind the piles of trash.  

Luckily, the bodega employees had taken up a new lookout spot on the roof, just above the wall Darrell had taken to painting.  They peered down at him periodically as he worked, using the sound of his spray can to judge when it was safe to do so.

From that angle, it was difficult to miss the large crack in Darrell’s brain case.

“Hey, we blew him up today, right?”  Enid whispered.  KO nodded; this was definitely a different body than the one they’d chucked into the junkyard piece by piece earlier in the day.  

The robot started spraying again, so Enid leaned over the ledge, checking his progress.  So far, he had finished what looked like a portrait of himself, simplified of course, and with a sad expression on his face.  Darrell stepped back, though with his eye luckily focused forward, and she noticed he was mimicking the expression on his real face.  Then he looked down at his feet, searching for one of the colors he’d used previously, as Enid ducked back to safety.

“He’s getting a little more literal today,” she commentated to a curious KO.  He took the next turn to lean forward, with Rad tightly holding onto his hand just in case.

As KO was pulled back, he quietly reported the next developments.  “He started drawing...something around his head.”  He looked down.  “I couldn’t tell what it was yet.”

Enid scrolled through her phone.  “Rad, you’re up.”

The alien peeked down for a second, then quickly leaned back.  “He’s got teal.  I think he’s drawing my fist,” he whispered, making one to illustrate his statement.

“That’s...weird.  Is he drawing us fighting him?”

“I dunno, KO.”  Rad took another peek.  Looks like he’s got yours and I think Enid’s fists too.  And a bunch of others…

“Let me see.”  Enid set down her phone and took her turn once Darrell was distracted again below.  There were indeed a number of arms ending in fists aimed at the painted Darrell’s head -- she recognized Rad’s immediately, and KO’s with his armband, and one plain human one that had to be hers, but there were also a bright orange one, one with a red glove, a catlike yellow claw, a couple of purple ones, and a green one.  And a large open space at the very top, which she could barely examine before she needed to duck away as Darrell glanced up towards it.

The three stayed far from the edge for a while, just listening as he sprayed that final arm, which seemed to take longer than all the others.  Eventually, the sounds of the robot shaking cans and spraying paint gave way to some sniffling.  Then, the sound that they had been waiting for, as Darrell rustled through his backpack again, and all three leaned over the ledge to see the final result.

In that top spot was a bright yellow chicken claw, not just aiming at the painted Darrell but actually smashing right through his brain case, with bits of the green glass and even little fleshy chunks painted around the wound.  The robot’s eye had also been painted over with a large black X.  They momentarily glanced down at Darrell, who had stopped searching his bag and was wiping away a few tears.

The three ducked back, still silent.  Enid looked at the boys, with an expression of horror.

“Okay, he’s a really tortured artist.”

Rad nodded.  “This got dark.”

They were interrupted by Darrell shaking another can, this time much more vigorously.  Rad held out KO to watch as he began haphazardly painting what eventually turned into a crude depiction of Lord Boxman’s face, finishing with his bright red eye.  Darrell stood there holding the can of red for a moment, sadly looking at the second piece...and then angrily crossed it out.  And then again, and again -- he wildly swung the can around while spraying, as if to assault the image with the paint.  Eventually he threw the can itself at the image, and, still frustrated, even started kicking at the wall with his boot until he had finally vented all of his rage.  

He stepped back again, picked up the can of red, and quickly finished the piece by placing his tag in the corner, in red block letters:  “DB”.  He then unceremoniously kicked aside the cans he’d used, put on the backpack, and ran out of the alley, leaving the area empty for the bodega employees to descend.

Enid once again snapped plenty of pictures of the wall as KO and Rad picked up the scattered spray cans, though this time without a backpack to catch them in.  As the teens worked at covering the graffiti, Rad spoke up.

“Do you think this actually happened to him today?”

“Well…”  Enid compared the damage she had seen from above versus the damage in the painting.  “Maybe a super angsty emo-teen version of what happened to him today.  Guess things aren’t going so great at Boxmore right now.”  She looked down, and stopped.  “Wait, shoot…”

There were bright red footprints going down the alleyway a short distance, from the mural site to the sidewalk in front of the fitness dojo before they finally faded, likely from Darrell’s boots as he ran.  She remembered KO’s report of the robot kicking at the red paint and facepalmed.  

“Oh geez.  So much for cleaning up all the evidence he was here…”  She ran her finger over one of the tracks.  “It’s already dry.”

“Hang on, I think I know how to fix this!”  KO searched through the paint cans he’d collected and found the black one.  He slowly shook it as he’d seen Darrell do, then, holding it with both hands, pressed down on the top to spray a large black blob of paint onto the asphalt, covering the footprint fully.

Enid giggled, and patted him on the back.  “Vandalism is wrong, Brush Head.  But, good idea.”  She found him a lighter gray can for the sidewalk, and let KO cover the rest of Darrell’s tracks while she helped Rad finish on the wall.

--

Darrell’s subject matter wasn’t nearly as dark the next night, or the night after that.  They noticed from the roof that the crack in his head had been repaired, and he smiled and even hummed off-key as he worked, covering the wall in some more abstract, experimental images, like a door being shut in someone’s face with a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hanging on it, and a princess tiara being chewed on by a swarm of rats, and a few frogs jumping around in a puddle of oil. 

He seemed to be using the latter two to practice his shading, and even worked it into his “DB” tag, trying a gradient effect on the letters the fourth night, then a failed chrome effect the fifth night that he angrily painted over in plain red, and finally another attempt at the chrome on the sixth night that was a clear success. 

Of course, every night after he finished painting the wall, the trio painted over it once again, though not before Enid could take a photo.  She flipped through them at work on the seventh day since Mr Gar had tasked them with keeping the wall vandalism-free, until Red Action stopped her on one.

“Dude, this one’s sick!”  

“I know, right?  He’s actually getting really good.”  

“Man, it’ll really stink when you guys finally make him stop in the alley.”

Enid shook her head, trying to empty out the cobwebs and process what she had just heard.  “When...we make him stop?”

“Dude, you’ve been stayin’ up a whole week watching ‘im, right?  That can’t be good for ya.”  Red pointed out the dark bags under Enid’s eyes, and the fact that she’d dozed off at least twice since Red entered the bodega.

Enid recounted the number of graffiti murals she’d photographed.  There were seven, it had been an entire week.

No wonder she was so tired.

Enid yawned after being reminded of the fact, watching it spread throughout the store as KO and Rad both copied her.  

“We seriously have been up every night for an entire week, huh.”  She pressed at her forehead.  “Yeah, we gotta stop this.”

“I mean, it’s still cool and all, but whatever.”  Red scoffed.  “Probably for the best you just sleep and let ‘im go.  You gotta take care of yourself more.”

“What’s Mr Gar gonna think if we don’t cover it up every night, though?”  Enid shuddered.  

“Well, that’s why you gotta chase him away!”  Red unconsciously formed her hand into an arm cannon.  “Just blast ‘im a couple times, like you do when they bust over here during the day!”

Rad interrupted from aisle 2, “I can blast him tonight no problem!  Right in his robo-butt!”

Enid just shook her head, smiling.  “Rad, please think before you open your mouth for once…”  She finished ringing up Red Action’s order, waving her off as she left.  With the store now empty, Enid’s coworkers gathered around the counter.

“So, we’re really gonna stop Darrell tonight?”  KO yawned again.  

“Yeah, bud.  There’s no way we can keep this up.”

The other two were quiet, leaning against the counter to stay up.  Enid was so tired she didn’t even care they were touching her sacred space.

Suddenly Rad seemed to realize something.  “Hey, Enid, can I...try something tonight, when we see him in the alley?”

“Sure dude, what did you have in mind?”

“Remember when I took his backpack with all that paint, and I said I had a plan I was working on?”  

KO lit up.  “Oh yeah!  You were gonna repaint your van with that stuff!”  He laughed as Rad playfully punched him in the shoulder.

“No, squirt.  I was gonna do somethin’ cool for us, but it might work better to try it on him tonight.  You know, instead of just smashing his face.”  He looked uncharacteristically serious.  “The thing is, though...I gotta go get some stuff ready after we stop him.  So, can you and KO hold him there for a couple of minutes?”

Enid and KO looked at each other, and nodded.  

“Well, it sounds like we’ve got a plan,” Enid announced.  The three put out their fists, bumping them across the counter.  “See you guys tonight.”

--

For their final night of watching Darrell, the trio again hid in the junkyard, trusting that their target had relaxed enough to not look behind the trash piles again.  To their relief, he didn’t, and as he arrived Darrell simply set down his backpack and began rifling through it for the right color as usual.

“So, when he tries to run…”  Enid pointed towards the alley exit, on the parking lot side.  “Rad, you’ll catch him, then pass him off to us.  We’ll keep him here until you’re ready to go.”

Rad gave a thumbs-up, and readied himself alongside KO.  As Darrell finally selected his can and started shaking it, he loudly shouted, “Hey!”

Darrell turned around, his eye widening in shock at the sight of the alien jumping out from behind a trash pile and floating over the fence, the other two shrouded in a pink glow as he brought them along too.  He shrieked and bolted towards the parking lot, just as Enid had predicted, tossing the easily-dodged paint can in Rad’s direction.  Rad’s finger glowed as he quickly grabbed the robot’s legs with his telekinetic powers, then the rest of him, and yanked him back into the alley, where Enid and KO grabbed his arms and held him in place on the ground.

“You good?”

“Yeah, go for it!”  Enid adjusted her grip as Darrell struggled, and Rad sprinted away towards the loading dock.

“Stop it, Darrell!”  KO used a free hand to pat him on the head, to the robot’s confusion.  “We aren’t gonna fight you this time, okay?  Rad’s got a plan!”

“Oh, so what, you’re gonna turn me in or something?”  Darrell made another attempt to get free, but no success.

“No, you jerk.  We wanna talk.”  Enid paused, then experimentally loosened her grip to show she meant it.  “You cool with that, dude?”  

Darrell squinted.  “...Really?  Why?”

“Hang on, lemme show you something.”  She dug her phone out of her pocket.  “We’ve been staking you out here every night this week, to see what you paint.  And, I guess to cover it up too before Mr Gar sees.  But, we think it’s really cool, okay!”  She turned on the lock screen, showing the nuclear rat she still had on it.  “See?  I took pictures of all of them before we cleaned them up.”

Darrell looked up at the phone and, appropriately, made a tiny, scared squeak.  

“You’re...You’re gonna tell my dad I’ve been coming here, aren’t you?”  He stopped struggling, instead sitting up a bit and curling defensively into his cloak.  “That’s your plan, isn’t it?  Get me in trouble again, for sneaking out after curfew every night, with proof?”

“No, dude!”  She released her grip entirely, now that the robot was pacified.  “We’re saying we like your art!  Right KO?”

“Yeah!”   The boy giggled.  “I really liked the cowboy fighting that dragon, and that one with a lot of fire, and the snakes!  They were all really beautiful!”

Darrell paused, unsure how to even react.  “...R...Really?  You...thought they were...cool?”  He blushed, turning away from his archenemies.  “You guys thought...I was cool?”

“Eh, you’re still kind of a nerd.  But yeah, your art really is cool, Darrell.”  Enid unlocked her phone and flipped through the photos again as he watched.  “You’re getting really good.  Where did you even learn to tag like that?”

“Well, there’s this DJ on Social Media who posts a lot of tutorials.  I was just following those…”

“Nice.”  Enid flashed him a thumbs-up, but then landed on the painting of Darrell having his brain case punched in.  The robot shifted uncomfortably at seeing it again, averting his eye.  

“Is...there some bad blood going on between you and your dad right now, Darrell?”

He sunk into his cloak a little more, shrinking into the space between his captors.  “I don’t have blood,” the robot said matter-of-factly.  “But...I guess I was having a bad day.  You really saw that, huh?”

“Yep.  All of it.”  Enid shrugged.  “Sorry.”  She noticed Rad poking his head around the corner, beckoning them towards the back of the plaza.  “Hey, come on.  Rad’s got something for ya.”

“We don't know what it is,” KO added as he led the others, “but we know it’s not Lord Boxman!”

Darrell gave a small smile, and willingly followed the kid around the corner, gasping when he saw…

“My backpack!”  He dropped onto the ground and hugged it.  “I was looking everywhere for this thing!”

“That’s not the surprise, dude.  Look up.”  Rad stood proudly in front of three large shipping pallets, the kind the bodega received every day, all painted with the same white paint they had been using on the wall.  He had them leaned against the loading dock’s door, a ready canvas begging to be painted.

“Wait, these are...for me?”  Darrell stood, taking several seconds to process the situation.

“Look, buddy, graffiti-ing the plaza is...kind of illegal, but you weren’t really hurting anyone with it.  And this way you’re not actually painting anything on the plaza, and if Mr Gar doesn’t like it he can just toss ‘em and I’ll get you some new ones.”  Rad pointed to the pile of used pallets by the door.  “Seriously, we have so many…”

Darrell snapped out of his processing.  “So, I can come here at night...and tag these?  And you guys’ll let me?”  The bodega employees nodded.

He hugged his backpack tighter, not even bothering to hide the excitement on his face.  But then he thought for a moment, and set the bag down, pulling out a few random cans of paint.  

“Hey, um...If you guys want…”  He held one up towards KO.  “You wanna tag with me?  Just, like this once…”

KO happily took the paint.  “We’d love to, Darrell!”  He glanced at Enid and Rad, who just smiled and obliged, taking cans for themselves.  

The four each picked a portion of the canvas and got to work, not stopping until they started butting in on their neighbors’ art, and with the entirety of the three pallets covered they stepped back to admire the finished piece.  They could only laugh together at how much the art clashed, from Radicles’ rough depictions of muscled teal cats, to Darrell’s abstract gears and wires, to Enid’s ninja clan logos and a “DJ Fireball” tag, to KO’s very rough but lovingly-rendered painting of him and his friend Baby Teeth riding a unicorn to a hot dog stand (as he described it to his confused audience).  

Enid pulled out her phone to photograph the mural as this time Darrell scooped up the used cans into his reclaimed backpack, but as she was trying to get a clear shot Rad edged into the frame, standing in front of his section while contorting his face into the silliest possible expression.  KO almost immediately followed suit, ignoring Enid’s attempts to get the two to move.  Then Darrell backed into the frame as well, throwing an amazingly corny finger gun pose in front of his section, and Enid couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Rad?”

“On it.”  He used his power to hold the phone up and tap the selfie button as Enid took her place and ridiculous pose as well, and once everything was in place he snapped the picture.

“That was perfect!”  Darrell cried out, cracking up once again as he saw the final result.  He put on the backpack, then nervously tapped his fingers in front of him as he tried to think of what one was supposed to say to their mortal enemies after genuinely having fun together for over an hour.

“Th-Thanks for...all this.  Really.  I’ll...I’ll see you tomorrow when I attack the plaza, I guess.  Bye!”  He smiled and waved as he ran around to the parking lot again, using his rocket boots to cross the street.

The others stayed for a bit, still admiring the graffiti, but then KO broke out into laughter once again.

“What’s so funny, kid?”  Rad giggled a little along with him.

“You guys...we just hung out and painted a picture and took a funny selfie with a Boxbot.  Friend-style!”

The other two sat up in shock.  

“We...we really did, huh Brush Head?”  Enid joined in, laughing alongside KO and Rad.

“Oh man, I kinda wish we could tell Lord Boxman without Darrell getting in trouble.  I just wanna see the look on his face!”

“Don’t worry Rad, I bet he’d just be like…”  Enid made a face somewhere between ‘seething rage’ and ‘just ate the sourest candy in the world’, to the others’ amusement.  

The two picked themselves up and piled into Rad’s van, ready to finally call it a night for good.

--

“KO, Rad, and Enid!!”  The three immediately snapped to attention in front of Mr Gar, but then looked on in pure terror as their enraged boss held up a blue embroidered backpack full of spray paint.

“Anyone care to tell me what this was doing in the alleyway this morning?”

“Oh.”

“Uh…”  Enid and Rad searched for a way to explain the night’s activities, but then KO spoke up.

“The graffiti wiener came back last night, sir.  But we scared him before he could paint in the alley!”  Technically, it wasn’t a lie.

Gar harrumphed before handing the bag to the child.  “Well, good job I guess.  Now go do something with this where I can’t see it.”  He stomped back into his office, grumbling something about having to throw away a bunch of shipping pallets as well.

The employees breathed a sigh of relief, returning to their daily bodega tasks.  As KO began to carry the heavy backpack into the break room, though, the Boxmore alarm blared.

“Cob, now?  Really?”  Enid pinched her septum and hopped over the counter.  She led the charge to meet the two large boxes crashing into the parking lot, which seemed to be...yelling at each other?

Darrell and Shannon both broke out, focusing more on each other than the plaza.

“Look, I know you took it, so just tell me where it is!”

“I told you like three times Mushroom-Head, I don’t know where you left it!”

“You’re seriously still saying I lost my-!”  She looked at KO, still holding the backpack, and pounced, ripping it out of the child’s hands.  “My backpack!  What the heck are you losers doing with it?!”

KO glanced over her shoulder at Darrell, now very anxious that he’d been caught in his lies, and winked.  Darrell tried to wink back in return, but it ended up as more of a regular blink.

“We stole it!  And filled it with trash!”  KO claimed, as Shannon opened it to reveal the spray cans.  She tossed the bag aside in her confusion, and whipped out a sawblade right into his face.

“How dare you, you little…”

Rad yawned as he lifted her away with his telekinesis, throwing her right into the path of one of Enid’s fireballs, which in turn redirected the robot less-than-gracefully into the pavement.  With a final power punch from KO, Shannon was down for the count.

The three turned then to Darrell, who drew out his arm cannon but otherwise paused before his attack.  

“Hey, guys, um...I’ve gotta fight you right now, but...is it cool if we hang out again tonight?”  He shrugged.  “It was really fun.”

“Honestly that sounds awesome, bro, but…”  Rad motioned for Enid to continue as he dropkicked Shannon’s backpack over to Boxmore, for her to pick up once she rebooted.

Enid rubbed her eyes, still with dark circles under them.  “We have a lot of sleep to catch up on, dude.  Maybe next week?”  

Darrell gave her a thumbs-up in response, then powered up his cannon and charged into battle.

#ok ko #ok ko let's be heroes #ok ko darrell #ok ko enid #ok ko rad #ok ko ko #this might be one of the longest fanfics i've ever written holy shit #but i wanted to try these guys' character voices out so it was worth the day and a half #also seriously when's my jet set radio parody with darrell #emwrites

[nadiineross]

Chlodine with kids!!!!!! Maybe Nadine’s little siblings I can imagine her having a huge family. Or Chloe having a secret son or daughter from her more wild days and Nadine not finding out for like years and being like !!!

imma do nadines family bc my thoughts on chlodine + kids are Complicated and also someone else wrote a fic abt chloe w/ a secret kid im waiting on an update !!! lots of e•mo•tions

this got rly long

Chloe Frazer is, without a doubt, an only child. Nadine had never assumed anything else and would’ve been very surprised if she learned otherwise, but as it stands, this is not the case. 

Nadine, on the other hand, has four siblings. She’s the oldest, having the responsibility of inheriting Shoreline and bearing the brunt of her father’s expectations. He wasn’t a bad father, all things considered. Sure, he had his faults like everyone does, but he never neglected her nor did he seek to pressure Nadine into a future with Shoreline. That was all on her and, upon realizing this, he had only tried to push her into it further, to support her. 

In the end, it didn’t really pan out, huh? 

No one in her family blamed her for the loss of Shoreline. In fact, they had all tried to pitch in when Nadine had truly hit rock bottom and did their best to make her feel better. The incessant phone calls and hugging, she accepted. Their money? She did not.

Now, two years after the fact, she finds that she’s much happier, lighter, in her new career path and her family seems to agree.

“Nadine!” her brother, Junior, hollers the moment she steps through the door. “You look great!”

He’s the second child, only two years younger than her at 30, and the one she is the closest to because of it.

She barely manages a greeting before she’s engulfed in a tight bear hug. Quickly, another weight is wrapped around her back and one of her legs is ensnared by a pair of smaller arms. Like moths to a light, her family.

The compulsory family reunion in their old family home in South Africa is something Nadine secretly looks forward to, though she would never say that aloud, lest she wants to be razzed to death by her siblings.

After Junior comes Mia, who turned 29 only last week (Nadine had flowers delivered and mailed her a beautiful bracelet she’d found snooping through old Greek ruins), and finally Grace, 24.

As it turns out, it’s Grace that barreled into her first. Behind her, her mother fusses with her hair and around her leg is Junior’s 6-year-old son, Blessing.

“Ma,” Nadine croaks out around a mouthful of Grace’s hair. “Leave me alone, I’m going to the barber next week.”

Her mother does not leave her alone. “You don’t call for three weeks and this is the first thing you say to me?”

Grace lets go, snickering at Nadine’s apprehension. Nadine glares.

After Junior and Mia get their turns hugging her, she ducks away from her mother’s grabbing, muttering a quick “love you!”, and scoops Blessing up into her arms. He instantly shrieks with glee, trying to claw up her arms and settle on her shoulders.

Junior’s wife, Vivienne, a plump Filipina with enough wit to beat Grace in an argument, presses a brief kiss to Nadine’s cheek as she passes by.

“Don’t mess with Auntie’s hair, boy,” she says, sternly. “Grandma will make you do the dishes.”

Blessing giggles, clearly unaware of what’s going on. Nadine rolls her eyes. “All right, all right. Where’s Rose?”

“She’s at a friend’s birthday party. It’s a sleepover. Apparently turning 10 is a really, really big deal.”

“2 months until you have to throw that party for her,” Nadine says with a laugh.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”

It’s then that Mia cuts in, only pausing to poke Blessing on the nose, and stands directly in front of Nadine just to annoy her. “Viv, I need pregnancy advice. Is it normal having to pee this much? I hate it. This is why I didn’t drink enough water when I was in high school.”

Well, that’s her cue. She elbows Mia sharply in the back before hurrying into the kitchen where her mother and Junior are to avoid retaliation.

They’re preparing to set the table, so she makes to hand Blessing off to Junior except he does an impressive job of wrapping himself around her back like a sloth on a branch. Junior bellows out a laugh.

“He likes you more than me.”

Nadine pulls a face. “Ma likes you more than me, so it evens out.”

Nadine’s mother thwacks her over the head. “I don’t play favourites.” Grace whisks by, picking up the plates as she does. Her mother follows after her with the rest of the plates. “Never mind, Grace is my favourite.”

Junior makes an indignant sound from the back of his throat.

“Can—Can you take a picture?” Nadine asks, gently removing Blessing’s entire hand from her face. “I’d like to show my— Chloe.”

“Sure,” Junior says, raising an eyebrow. “Your Chloe?”

“Shut up,” she huffs.

Blessing chooses this exact moment to sling himself over her shoulder, making her yelp and grab onto his arms to steady him. He laughs, waving his fists in the air like he has won something.

Chloe will love that picture.

“Eish, what are you feeding him?”

Junior tucks his phone away and grins a boyish grin. “Love.” Nadine wrinkles her nose. “Viv learned how to make some kind of pasta and he’s obsessed with it. We have leftovers still in our fridge.”

He stops disjointedly, in a way that makes it clear he expects a reaction from Nadine.

She frowns. “Okay?”

“Where’s Chloe?”

“Australia, with her mum. She flies in on Sunday.”

Junior hums and pushes a salt shaker with a single finger, looking too nonchalant to actually be nonchalant. “You and Chloe are welcome to come over for pasta, if you want and if you’re still around next weekend.”

Nadine, jaded from years of being the oldest sibling, is instantly wary, narrowing her eyes at him. “What’s the catch?”

“There is no catch.”

“Liar.”

Junior huffs, plucking Blessing out of her arms and setting him onto the island. “Seriously. No catch.”

“Okay,” she says slowly, cautiously, “We’ll come over for dinner next Friday?”

“Great! Show up at 6:00.” He claps his hands together. “Reheat the pasta and have a glass of wine, on me. Rose needs help with math homework and Blessing likes to watch Kim Possible, we have DVDs. Bedtimes at 8:30; Blessing usually passes out earlier. We’ll be back midnight at the latest.”

“You said there was no catch!”

“Does spending time with your beloved niece and nephew really count as a ‘catch’?” he asks, snooty, with air quotes to top it all off.

Nadine sighs. “Yes, but we’ll be there.”

She loves family reunions, really. Especially the fact that it’s only compulsory once a year, barring Hanukkah.

Chloe has met her siblings and her mother before. Not during the family reunion due to unfortunate timing, but on separate occasions over the year and a half they’ve been working together. She has never met Rose or Blessing.

Junior and Viv like her enough to have a group chat with her (one that Nadine has tried to join, but had been ruthlessly denied entry by her partner after a sharp cackle), so she’s not surprised that the first thing Chloe says to her after catapulting herself into Nadine’s arms at the airport is: “Heard I’m a babysitter. Try not to crush on me, china.”

Nadine had laughed into her neck at that, made a quip about how she smelled like an aeroplane.

Now, they’re on Junior’s porch, seeing the happy couple off on their date night.

“What are your intentions with Viv?” Chloe jokes, nudging Junior with a conspiratorial wink. Viv snorts.

“Curfew’s eleven,” Nadine calls after them.

“They grow up so fast.”

“Ja.” Nadine smiles then, leaning against the door so Chloe can pass through first. “Ready?”

“To eat good food, drink, and watch 2 kids for a couple of hours? Not that hard, is it?”

Nadine bends to take off her shoes, about to reply with something smart, but Blessing comes pounding down the hallway, blowing right past Chloe and taking an impressive leap onto Nadine’s back. He snakes his arms around her neck and wiggles his legs until she stands.

Nadine gives Chloe a look.

“All right, maybe I misjudged.” Chloe leans closer in, curious, face startlingly close to Nadine’s. “Hey, I’m Chloe. You’re Blessing, right?”

Blessing squints, puckers his lips, then gives one decisive nod, chin digging into Nadine’s shoulder. “This is Auntie.”

Chloe’s face dissolves into an endeared beam. “I know her!”

Nadine tries very hard not to flush out of pure adoration. She’s not sure if it works because Chloe doesn’t mention it.

“Where’s your sister, B?”

“Here,” Rose says, skidding down the hallway in her socks. “Who’re you?”

Chloe holds out a hand which Rose takes and shakes enthusiastically. “Chloe. I work with your Auntie.”

When she turns, Nadine furrows her eyebrows, hands tightening imperceptibly under Blessing’s legs. She tilts her head when Nadine brushes by, suddenly feeling bereft.

Before Nadine can disappear into a room, Chloe stops her with a hand on her stomach.

“Don’t tell, but I think she has a crush on me,” Chloe stage whispers to Rose. “I told her not to.”

Rose’s eyes grow wider. “Do you like her back?”

Chloe stands then, smiling at Nadine brilliantly. “I do.”

This time, Nadine’s certain she’s blushing and judging by how Chloe’s started to leer at her, she must look redder than usual.

Before Rose can ask any more questions, Nadine hikes Blessing higher up and moves towards the end of the hallway.

“C’mon, Rose. Let’s watch some TV while Chloe heats dinner up,” she says, jerking her head towards the kitchen door for Chloe. “Your dad said you need help with math?”

Rose lets out a very loud and long groan at that.

After Nadine is directed to the collection of Kim Possible DVDs and sets it up, she sends Rose off to grab her homework. Then, she pries Blessing away from his Barbies and props him against one hip.

Chloe’s humming a tune and opening random drawers when Nadine finds her in the kitchen. She’s got an apron hanging from her neck, even though she’s literally just popping something into the microwave and opening a bottle.

Blessing reaches for the counter, so she sets him down. “Chloe, I’m hungry!”

Chloe spins and catches Nadine’s eye briefly. “Yes, yes,” she says, “give me a minute, love. Impatience runs in the family, I guess.”

Nadine chuckles, crossing the distance and tugging the loose ends of the apron. “You’re one to talk.”

“Oh, hush.” She leans back a little, into Nadine’s warmth.

She turns after a beat, corners of her mouth tipped up, and catches Nadine’s mouth in a kiss. It’s nice, for about two seconds, then Blessing starts drawing out an “eww” and smacking his palms on the table.

Chloe pulls away, eyes still half-lidded. “I was gonna say they were adorable, but…”

Nadine huffs a laugh and narrows her eyes at Blessing. “What are you complaining about?”

“Rose does that when mama kisses daddy,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Hm,” she says, “keep doing that, champ.”

Chloe barks out a laugh, lightly slapping Nadine’s arm. Nadine grabs her wrists, kissing her chastely before pulling away completely.

“The forks are behind you.”

“Thanks,” Chloe says, not moving and hauling her back in. Nadine looks unimpressed.

Blessing groans again.

“What does the apron say, soldier?” KISS THE COOK. That’s probably Junior’s. She grimaces at it with great disdain. “So?”

In response, Nadine untangles herself from Chloe and places Blessing into his usual spot at her hip.

“Ah, figures.”

Rose is waiting in the living room when they all return, pasta in hand; one bowl each for the kids and a big plate for Chloe and Nadine to share. Fewer dishes to do this way. Plus, Nadine only has one hand to spare, the other keeping Blessing from wriggling onto the floor.

After setting the bowls down, Chloe presses play on the first episode and puts the volume lower so Rose can concentrate.

Poised over the couch, Nadine cranes her neck to watch Blessing tuck his face into her back, holding on stubbornly.

”Off! Off, off, off.” After a moment, he grabs tighter onto her shoulders. “No?”

Blessing shakes his head. “No.”

“You asked for it.” She grabs onto his legs for safety and starts to hop in place—once, twice, three times. Blessing squeals in her ear. On the fourth time, she drops into a squat, so that his legs are on the couch and scrapes him off her back. “Time for dinner, B.”

He pouts, eyes wide. “Aw, boo.” It takes her a hot second to resist that. Atrocious.

She pushes the lime green bowl and matching plastic fork into his hands. “If you want to grow taller than your sister, you gotta eat up.”

When she looks over to Chloe, she’s on the floor next to Rose with her homework out on the coffee table some ways away from the couch. She’s watching Nadine, jaw cupped in her palm, with a soft look.

Nadine, self-conscious, looks away and scoots closer to Rose’s other side. “What?”

“Nothing,” Chloe says after a beat, bending closer to look at Rose’s paper. Almost immediately after, she touches Rose’s hand before she can write something down and quietly points out her mistake.

They get through two episodes in relative peace before Blessing decides that he’s done with his dinner and bonks the bottom of the bowl lightly on Nadine’s head. Chloe stifles a laugh at Nadine’s exaggerated outrage.

She takes the bowl from Blessing, towering over him as he giggles madly into a pillow.

“This is my shield,” he declares.

Nadine crosses her arms. “That’s not fair. I don’t have a sword.”

“Victory!”

Chloe doesn’t try hiding her delight this time.

It’s only another Kim Possible episode later that Blessing calms down enough to sit still on the couch. Nadine scrapes his leftovers onto their shared plate.

Rose has picked her entire bowl clean and has been sipping at a glass of milk Chloe had gotten for her when Nadine had been busy entertaining Blessing. When Nadine offers her a second serving, she just shakes her head, brows furrowed at the question on her paper.

Finally, she turns her attention to Chloe who is, funnily enough, engrossed with the Kim Possible episode playing.

She jerks her head up when Nadine places her hand on her back, startled.

“Go eat on the couch, I’ll watch Rose.” She promptly shoves the plate into Chloe’s hands and plops down onto the ground, leaving no room for argument.

“Last one,” Rose says, tapping her pencil on the table.

Nadine leans over her arm to look at the paper. “Do you need any help?”

“Nope,” she replies, popping the p. She scribbles something down, then crosses it out. “Auntie?”

“Ja?”

“I think Chloe likes you,” she whispers, glancing back at Chloe who’s using Blessing’s head as an armrest while he squirms under her, mouth open in his best attempt at a roar.

Nadine tries not to smile, turning back to Rose. She fails. “You mean like-like?”

Rose puts her pencil down and scowls at her. “I’m not 8. I can say love.”

“You’re 9.”

Rose scoffs, pointedly going back to her homework.

Nadine feels nervous all of a sudden, and bizarrely, embarrassed. She’s 32, Chloe 35, and they have yet to say the L-word. Not that she can presume to know how Chloe feels, but she knows how she feels.

They’ve been officially together just over a year now. The months before it, they had spent sleeping with each other sporadically when they met up for a job. Back then, Nadine knew how she felt too. Her feelings hadn’t been quite as deep as they were now — maybe fondness. She felt that whatever they had, if they both allowed it, would last and for a very long time.

A year, they’ve lasted so far. She knows all the little things now. Chloe’s morning routine, her weird figures of speech, which side she sleeps on. She knows the important things and the unimportant things that Nadine cherishes equally to the former.

They have lasted and strengthened, taking Nadine’s feelings lightyears past simple fondness. She wonders sometimes, considering the trajectory, if she can find the words to describe it if her feelings stretched past love. For now, that word will do.

She loves Chloe, this she has known for months. Chloe certainly likes her in a way that extends past the shallow.

She drags a hand down her forehead. It’s one thing to think it, another to confront it head-on, but Nadine Ross has never been a coward. Cautious, yes, but not cowardly.

She puts her chin on the table, watching the top of Rose’s pencil wave in the air as she writes.

“I like Chloe too,” Nadine says, voice low because if Chloe overheard, she would never hear the end of it.

Rose finishes what she’s written with a flourish, then copies Nadine, putting her chin on the table. “Only like?”

“More than,” Nadine replies, pausing to gather her courage. Then, scandalously: “Love.”

“Ooh, Auntie,” Rose teases, mocking, in a whiny tone that you’d expect from a pre-teen boy sneering “cooties!”

“I thought you were mature,” says Nadine, reaching out to poke Rose’s cheek.

Rose turns her nose up. “I’m only 9.”

Nadine laughs. Rose is so obviously Junior and Viv’s child, she can’t help the sudden urge to hug her.

She gets away with swinging Rose into the air and carrying her over her shoulder, running twice around the room as she laughs and lets Nadine do this without complaint. Afterwards, they collapse onto the couch where Chloe’s got Blessing in her lap, the both of them watching the screen intently.

Rose gets comfortable, settled between Chloe and Nadine, while Nadine tries to sneak pictures of them all together.

She gets away with two before Chloe cuts away from Ron Stoppable in his tree house and looks directly at the camera. She gives Nadine a winning grin, tightening her arms around Blessing’s middle.

By 8:30, Blessing’s dozing off on Chloe’s sternum, snoring lightly. Similarly, Rose is nodding off against Nadine’s arm.

Sharing a look, they both get up, carrying a Ross in their arms. Nadine shushes Rose when she jolts awake, instinctively rocking on the balls of her feet in an attempt to get Rose to fall back asleep.

They go up the stairs to another hallway, Nadine leading Chloe to a door that has the letter R painted on it in baby blue. She sets Rose down in her bed, pulling the blanket over her shoulders and turning the A/C off in case it gets colder at night.

“The night light,” Chloe whispers. Nadine flips it on before ushering Chloe out, towards the door with B painted in mauve.

Chloe does the motions: tucking Blessing in, checking the A/C, and finding the night light.

Nadine leans against the doorframe, waiting for her to finish with the curtains. It’s weird, seeing Chloe like this. Not in a bad way, no. Nadine finds that she can watch Chloe do this for hours, fascinated.

There’s a warmth blossoming in her chest, the kind she feels when she’s come home for the first time in a while for Hanukkah and her family is gathered around the room, closer together because it’s cold outside.

Nadine is not entirely sure what she’s supposed to do with this.

In the end, Chloe finishes up and interrupts her introspection, shooing her away so she can close the door. As is natural by now, Chloe grabs her hand and gives it a pull towards the stairs. Nadine grips back before she can drop her hand away.

They don’t speak until they’re back in the living room, Kim Possible still playing on low volume. They won’t leave until Junior and Viv get back, in case the kids wake up again.

Out of nowhere, Chloe makes a thoughtful noise after easing onto the couch with a sigh.

Nadine examines her face, eyebrows hiking up when Chloe’s eyes flick to meet hers and discovers that they are arrestingly determined.

She uses her free hand to pull Nadine in for a languid kiss. It’s fairly innocent for them, so Nadine’s unsurprised when Chloe settles back into the couch after they part, focused on the TV.

“Liefie,” she says, waiting for Chloe to look over. “I think I like the babysitter.”

Chloe chuckles, pressing into Nadine’s side. “That’s convenient. I think I like the babysitter, too.”

It’s quiet then. Nadine’s content like this.

They get through three and a half episodes of Kim Possible before Chloe makes a really undignified noise at something that happens on screen and Nadine has to hide a laugh behind a cough. Chloe catches it and scowls at her.

“Hey now, Ross, that wasn’t—”

“Calm down, I won’t tell anyone that you’re a die hard Kim Possible fan.”

Chloe harrumphs, sprawling onto Nadine more so that she’s half on top of her.

Nadine winds her arm around Chloe’s waist and turns so her nose brushes Chloe’s cheek.

“Liefie,” she says again.

“Mhm,” Chloe replies distractedly.

“I love you.”

Chloe stiffens, and in quick succession, relaxes, tenses, and relaxes again.

She turns her head, swaying back so she can see Nadine’s face properly. Then, she smiles, eyes wrinkled at the corners and all, and says, “I love you too.”

Nadine can’t help but kiss her. This one is longer, more earnest.

And Chloe pulls away, sucking in a breath. “We should pick this up when we go back to the apartment.”

“Self-control? For once?” Nadine says against her jaw.

“I want to watch my favourite show: Kim Possible,” Chloe replies, voice light with mirth. “You’re just here for the commercial breaks.”

“It’s a DVD.”

Chloe blindly pats her face, mhms absentmindedly, and accepts a kiss to her cheek.

Nadine loves her for it.

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How old will you be in 3 birthdays? Do you think you’ll be married by then?

Thursday night October 15, 2020 @8:23pm

How many hours has it been since you woke up? about 14. 

Who was the last female you hung out with? my coworker nici. my room didnt have that many kids and didnt need two teachers so i was able to work with her today which was nice for a change

How many keys are on your key chain? What do they go to? house key, apartment building key, apartment door, mailbox, car keys so 5

What were you doing the last time 7pm rolled around? cooking dinner which was fried noodles with poached eggs

Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? nope. my idiot self thought i had to one time. haha

Does your ex still think about you? i dont think so

What is something that always makes you feel pretty? when my hair is done, make up is done well, and a good outfit

What’s your favorite instrument? i guess i dont have one haha

Do you want to get married? very much. one day!

Is Catcher in the Rye in your library by any chance? no, it is not

Does the thought of moving out from home scare you? it depends on how far from here. i dont mind if it’s not more than 6 hours away 

Do you find smoking unattractive? not for me, no thanks

How old will you be in 3 birthdays? Do you think you’ll be married by then? i’ll be 27. according to my younger self’s plans, i thought i’d be married by 26 and kids at 28. at this point, i just hope i’d be engaged by 27. just waiting for the boyfriend to finish school and for the both of us to save up. haha

When is the next time you’re going on vacation? not for a loooong time cause of this crazy pandemic 

If you were offered to smoke some weed right now, would you accept? nah, i’ll pass

If you have siblings, which one of you is going to be married first? hopefully my older brother 

Do you smoke weed? i do not

Honestly, who is the last person to tell you that they love you? my boyfriend well technically my work kids. haha. i think Colton told me today. haha

How old will you be on your next birthday? What are you doing for it? 25. no big plans. maybe a spa day with the girls

Have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight? hahaha yes and it usually escalates to other fun things. hahahah

Are you currently renting out your own apartment? no but i am renting an apartment

Do you currently have a job? yes. daycare teacheer

Are you pregnant? nooooo

Have you taken anyone’s virginity? not yet

Have you had sex in the past three weeks? ^^

What would you consider to be the worst television channel out there? eh, there’s a few bad tv shows but i dont know. 

Are you currently sitting on your bed or some other place and where? im on the couch in the living room

Did anything tend to make you extremely happy today and, if so, what was it? just having a decent human conversation with my coworker nici. haha because sometimes my other coworkers dont talk to me or else they rant or complain

Have you ever had anyone drop off animals at your house and what kind? a friend dropped of a big fat brown bunny at my house one time. and we’ve dog sat for a family friend a few times 

Are you planning on going to the movies with anyone at all this weekend? no, covid

What month is it and would you consider this to be your favorite month? october and no. 2 more months til my favorite month

Have you ever made your boy/girlfriend choose between you and someone else? not like anything serious

Do you remember when some of the Walmarts had a McDonald’s in them? what?

When was the last time you took a shower and was that too long ago? like 2 nights ago? i have to take one tonight

When was the last time you were somewhere that offered free Wi-Fi? walmart? i think

Do you ever have to write down a phone number to remember it? no, i just put it in my phone. 

What color are your curtains and are you satisfied with this color? i have white blinds. the apartment came with them like that. i dont mind it

When was the last time you were stung by a bee and what kind was it? i think i was like 13? just a regular bee. i remember it fly between my foot and my sandal while i was walking and i stepped my foot down and it stung me!

Do you know anyone personally who had their house burn down before? my boyfriend’s brother and their family’s house caught on fire from an electrical fire

Do you think the media can further manipulate our teenagers anymore? oh goodness yes. especially in todays time where its normal for every singe teenager to have a phone

Have you ever had someone sympathetically lie to make you feel better? i’m sure

When was the last time you had a piece of cake and what was the occasion? i buy mini cheesecake bites for a small after dinner dessert

Has anyone ever complimented you on your singing and did you believe them? yes and no. haha while the rest of my family was blessed with musical talents, i was not

What’s your favorite kind of potato chip and are they cheap to buy? i like sunchips, funyuns, and any sour cream and onion flavored chips

Are you afraid to save your surveys because you think people will read them? nah, but this is the only place i post them  How satisfied with life are you at this exact moment in time and why is this? i’m trying to understand my life circumstance right now and trying to be content with where i’m at. i’d say i’m like a 7 on a 1-10 scale

Are you thinking about anything that’s upsetting right now? not really, just wondering why my boyfriend hasnt called me yet when its 9pm right now and my bedtime is in an hour cause of work

Who was the last male you hung out with? my boyfriend via facetime but otherwise my brothers at the pumpkin farm

Are you self conscious? sometimes

What are you not looking forward to? getting my period. i think it’s coming up soon

What did you realize yesterday? uhmm, not sure

Who was the last person to drive you somewhere? my sister when she and my mom came to visit me this past weekend

Do you want someone you can’t have? a career, a lot of money, hahaha

When was the last time you cried? a few days ago watching “while you were sleeping” with my boyfriend as we finished the last episode.

When was the last time you totally broke down? last 2 weeks ago when my boyfriend and i got into a small dispute 

If you could have one thing right now what would it be? a job as a wedding planner or even the assistant

Has a friendship ended recently that you wish had not? not recent, but a few people i’ve grown apart or lost connection with 

Recently kissed anyone with the name starting with a L? my boyfriend’s name starts with an L and the last time i kissed him was like three weeks ago when we were saying goodbye when i was in town for his grandpa’s funeral

What will you be doing in the next 2 hours? going to bed

This time last year were you happier then or now? now. haha. this time last year, i was stressing over what to do with my living situation and work situation 

Are you angry with someone right now? nope

Do you get stressed easily? sometimes

Do you have any problems? not any big ones

Do you have any plans for the weekend? nothing big. just get some work done and then a virtual meeting with my siblings

Be honest; name of the last person to text you? my coworker/coteacher Abby

Have you told anybody you loved them today? yes. i text my boyfriend a good morning text almost every day. i think i also told my work kid Colton i loved him too. haha he’s so sweet

Is your current hair color mostly your natural hair color? no, i colored it 2 months ago

Do you want to see somebody right now? yes

Have you been under the influence in the past 24 hours? no

Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed? my couch

What color hair did you have when you entered high school the first time? my natural hair

Did the last person you kiss have piercings? nope

Is there a certain eye color you are drawn to on the opposite sex? not really

Will you be seeing your ex any time soon? nope

Have you talked about marriage with another person? my boyfriend, my sister and when i went to my boyfriend’s grandpa’s funeral, i saw a lot of his family so they asked

Do you remember who you liked this time 3 years ago? yeah and its still the same

Do you know anyone who has been to rehab? nope

Do you think you’ll make a good parent? i sure hope so. i think i’d do a decent job with discipling and teaching when theyre young but teenage years kinda scare me. 

Do you think you’ll make a good husband/wife? i think so. im sure the first few years will be tough but i’ll get the hang of it! haha

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