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SEVEN [THE INBETWEEN] - P4L

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[3k] Two weeks since John B and Sarah have been gone and the pogues decide it's time for a proper memorial to say goodbye, but an impulsive gesture leaves two of the four remaining pogues heads spinning.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, unestablished relationship/unrequited love (Pope x Kiara), mentions of child abuse/neglect, general angst

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A/N‧₊˚ This is where things get a little tricky. Also, tumblr decided to kick me out of my mf account so thats why this is like 2 days late instead of one, I DID NOT LIE TO YALL😭 and sorry if this chapter moves a little fast

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“RISE AND SHINE, BLONDIE.” You whispered in the sleeping boy’s ear. JJ immediately slapped a harsh palm over his ear, effectively slapping himself and waking himself up, groaning in pain as you stood by giggling. 

“Fuck you.” He mumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he sat up, Marley emerging next to him from under the covers. You tilted your head at the dog, scoffing.

“You do know that is my dog, right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at a sleepy-eyed JJ who simply looked at the animal over his shoulder before turning back to you and shrugging with a sly smile on his face.

“Not anymore. Her real owner gives her bacon and she loves it.” He retorted, throwing an arm over Marley and pulling her into his side as he rubbed the top of her head. “Ain’t that right, girl?”

You rolled your eyes, your bare feet patting against the hardwood floors of The Chateau as you left the room, calling over your shoulder. “Then her real owner can clean up the aftermath when she vomits it out because she refuses to chew.” You reprimanded playfully, sliding your slippers onto your feet that were sat by the front door. “I’m gonna clean up a bit. Pope and Kie should be here soon. And I bought more cereal, it’s above the fridge.” You called out before going out onto the porch, letting the door shut behind you, the screen rattling. 

Today marked two weeks since John B and Sarah disappeared.

Pope and Kiara had finally made time in their schedules to do a proper send off. Not that you blamed them — Kiara’s parents wanted her as far away from the pogues as possible, with you being a semi-exception. They’d swamped her with work after school at The Wreck, working from the time school ended until the street lights came on. The weekends were no different, with the addition of taking the car away, only allowing her to drive it on the weekdays to and from school.

Heyward had Pope doing grocery run after grocery run, as well catching some of the seafood supply himself. Pope didn’t mind though, he was working on repairing his relationship with his parents after everything that happened. Things seemed to be looking up, Heyward didn’t scowl when you all came around anymore and his mother started to greet you all again. They were easing up on the restrictions, too — allowing Pope to drive the car again and be out past ten.

You and JJ had been managing — he was taking small, odd jobs here and there. Mowing lawns, fixing cars just to keep the lights on and the water running. You did what you could — sneaking into your house, only once or twice, to take some necessities and things to sell. You’d managed to pawn off a good chunk of your mother’s jewelry and some things you didn’t need anymore. It was enough to keep you both fed and clean.

Life was starting to seem okay again. It didn’t seem like there was such a large storm cloud over you and your friends anymore. Now, you just all felt an emptiness when you were together, which was probably why you weren’t together as much anymore.

School was…well, school. You and JJ hadn’t been since it happened. No adults to force you to go, right? Pope and Kie had been a few times, but their parents allowed them some time to themselves occasionally. 

Despite everything, today was the first day you all would be hanging out as a full group again. The Chateau always looked a mess but admittedly, you and JJ hadn’t been helping the place to look any better. The porch was littered with beer bottles, soda cans, snack wrappers. Things that had been piling up from your late night talks. 

Grabbing a plastic bag, you started gathering all of the trash and throwing it inside, the space already looking better.

“SO, HOW ARE WE DOING THIS EXACTLY?” Kiara asked, hands in her pockets as she stood in front of the big tree, next to Pope. The sun was starting to set, casting a low, orange hue over the backyard.

She and Pope had arrived not too long ago, the gathering not being as lively as it used to be. Less smiles, less laughs. There was small talk and a few jokes here and there but it just seemed so forced, as if no one wanted to say “let’s just get this over with”.

The group had been divided, although none of you would admit it aloud. It seemed as if Pope and Kiara did their thing, while you and JJ did yours. 

“We could just carve it. Might take a while, though…” Pope pitched, rubbing his hands over the top of his head and shifting his weight. 

“I mean, we got all day.” JJ shrugged simply, adjusting the baseball cap on his head. “I say we carve this baby up.” He shrugged, hiking up the toolbox in his hand, the metal objects inside rattling, and walking to the forefront of the group. You walked up beside him, looking up with your hands in your back pockets. “Care to do the honors?” He smiled down at you, flicking out a pocket knife in your direction.

Taking the object from his hand, you faced the large, loud live oak tree and began carving the initials of your fallen friend into the wood.

THREE HOURS AND TWO BEERS LATER AND THE TREE WAS CARVED AND BRANDED. A tan-colored, heart-shaped splotch in the center.

2003   2020

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

P4L

After you’d finished carving, JJ had done the honors of engraving the words with a heated piece of metal, burning the words forever into the oak. The four of you raised a beer to John B, hoping that he could feel you wherever he was.

You’d branched off afterwards, something that never happened before but you’d grown accustomed to the odd dynamic between the group now. You all tried your hardest to ignore it or remedy it but it was useless. 

Pope was sitting on a log, staring at the fire JJ had started. JJ was swinging in the hammock as you made your way over to Kiara, who was sitting on the steps of The Chateau.

“Hey. You alright?” You asked, sitting down next to the girl as she took a sip of her beer, humming in response.

“As alright as I can be, I guess.” She replied almost despondently. You were all grieving in your own ways but something about Kiara’s grief didn’t seem like grief. It was like she was dealing with some other conflicting emotions on top of it all. “You and JJ have been keeping this place up, huh? I can actually see wood on the floor.” She joked lightly.

You chuckled in response. “Yeah... yeah, we’re trying. The place is one kick away from collapsing but it’s a home, nonetheless.”

“Have you been home? Since…” You nodded your head at the girl’s question, staring down at your sneakers.

“...Once or twice just to steal some shit to pawn off. I don’t really care for anything in that house anymore. Or anyone…” Kiara simply drew her lips into a thin line, nodding silently with no clue as to how to continue the conversation. So, you took the initiative for her. “How’ve you been? With your parents? Pope?”

She just grimaced and shrugged, playing with the rim of the open beer bottle. “They’re... going, I suppose. My parents don’t even know I’m here right now. If they did…” She trailed off, scoffing. “And Pope, I don’t know. He’s sweet, he’s just not…” She trailed off once again, but this time it was like she knew what she wanted to say but it was almost as if she couldn’t. Wouldn’t. She seemed weary, hesitant — eyes fleeting between your own and the blades of grass beneath her feet. “Whatever. Forget it. Me and Pope are figuring it out, I guess. I’m trying to give it a chance.”

“That’s good.” You smiled smally, nodding absentmindedly. “If it helps, he really does like you. So, even if you two don’t work out, just let him down easy. He’s our friend and a really good guy.” She simply nodded, taking another swig of her beverage and looking out into the distance. Suddenly, she was standing from the steps, hands on her knees.

“I’m gonna go get another beer...” She sighed before walking back inside.

Maybe you were reading too much into it but Kiara’s grief was seeming more like a cold shoulder...

“YOU WARM ENOUGH, POPE?” You inquired, sitting next to the boy on the log, him shooting you a small smile before returning his gaze to the flames in front of him. The fire casting an amber glow over his skin, making his eyes seem browner, almost softer. 

“Yeah, a little too hot.” He chuckled lightly, leaning back further onto the wooden seat, placing his hands behind him for support. “...I meant to ask, is JJ okay? Like, actually?” He asked with a bit of hesitance, eyeing the blonde swaying calmly on the hammock. You followed his sights, spotting JJ swaying lowly before turning back to Pope.

“He’s…doing better than I expected. But that goes for all of us, I suppose.” You offered honestly. “Why’d you ask?” You questioned, to which Pope shrugged one shoulder before replying.

“I know John B was a really big part of his life. If I was as close as those two, I don’t know how I’d feel. I know we haven’t been around much, Kie and I, but he just seems…too calm.” You didn’t know how to tell Pope that JJ was far from fine. That you’d hear him crying at night, muffled as he tried to wake you not knowing that you couldn’t sleep knowing he was outside the door crying and you couldn’t do anything to comfort him.

You’d tried asking him about it yourself. He simply acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about and you weren't one to push him. Not now, at least.

“He’s handling it all in his own way.” You reassured with mild uncertainty. “But I’ll keep an eye on him. How are you, though?”

The boy drew his lips into a thin line, tilting his head to the side in thought before shrugging and looking out at the fire in front of him. “I…don’t know.” He struggled out, almost as if he wasn’t completely sure of the words but also unsure if he was truly unsure. His brown eyes met yours, slightly glassed over with frustrated tears. “I really just don’t know.”

You gave him a pitiful smile before scooting closer and throwing your arm over his shoulders. The two of you sat in warm, content silence. In all your time of knowing Pope, he was never either fully closed off or openly emotional. He was the definition of a ticking time bomb — bottling everything up until he reached a certain breaking point. But this time, you’d figured he’d had all the meltdowns he could. 

AS YOU APPROACHED THE HAMMOCK, another figure became clear next to JJ’s — Marley curled up in a sleeping ball of fur next to the blonde. You chuckled under your breath at the sight, nudging the swing with your knee to prompt JJ to open his eyes. The boy peeked one eye open before the other, eyes fleeting the yard at Pope and Kiara’s frames talking at the bonfire before returning to yours. 

You took a seat on the grass in front of the hammock, looking up at JJ as he made the small effort to turn on his side to look down at you without disturbing the peaceful animal beside him. 

“Done being the group therapist?” He yawned, pushing the blonde locs of hair out of his face. You simply shrugged, rubbing a hand across your forehead. 

“Yeah, my office is closed.” You sighed, leaning back on your palms — small pebbles and mulch chips digging into them but you were too tired to care. “But you know I’m always willing to listen for you.” You said playfully, shooting the blonde a wink. He giggled in response, leaning forward in the hammock with one hand clutching it for support.

“You promised no pushing.” He mumbled sleepily.

“I’m not pushing.” You assured, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I’m just... politely suggesting that you open up to your best friend, is all.” You shrugged nonchalantly, pretending to pick at your nails. 

“Right...how about we do a little switch-a-roo then, hm?” He threw out, shifting around once more in the hammock, eyes piercing yours. “How have you been? With everything. Bree, your mom…” He trailed off, eyes never leaving yours even though you avoided eye contact the moment he started listing issues. “I mean, The Chateau is nothing compared to your beachfront palace in Kooklandia. You gotta miss it sometimes. You’re telling me you never think about goin' home?”

You snarled, shrugging off his statement. “This is my home.” You declared, drifting your eyes upwards to connect with his, the amber glow of the bonfire making his eyes appear more green-toned than blue. “I never wanted to move to Figure Eight in the first place. I didn’t care about the ocean view or the fact that our living room and kitchen didn’t have to be one room anymore.” You explained, drawing shapes into the dirt. “I feel safe here.” You muttered. “I feel safer with you guys...”

He simply hummed and nodded in agreement. “I get that.” He sighed. “I feel the same about my house. I don’t really care that all my shit is there and that I have to sneak back and forth to get what I need. My dad… he makes me hate that house. And I hate myself for being able to hate the house because of him but not being able to hate him.”

“He’s your dad, though. It’s understandable. You feel like you should love him no matter what.”

“...Do you hate your mom?” You paused your drawing in the dirt to peer up at JJ through your lashes, his eyes wide and wondering. The question caused you to feel a way you’d never felt before. It was such a loaded question and even with everything that happened, you figured the answer should be easy but...it wasn’t. Saying that you hated your mother felt like venom on your tongue. Even if you knew you had every right to say that you did.

“No.” You sighed, tucking your hair behind your ears. “But, it’s like, I don’t love her either. I just…don’t recognize her anymore. In my eyes, she’s not my mother. But in my heart, she is and always will be. And I hate that.”

The two of you fell into silence after that, the only sound being cicadas and crickets. You directed your gaze up to the sky, counting the stars and silently acknowledging constellations while JJ kicked one leg out to swing the hammock gently as he stared up as well.

You figured the conversation ended there. It was getting late and you’d scored a babysitting gig for tomorrow that was paying good money. So, you figured heading to bed now was ideal because being late wasn't. You sighed, hands slapping your knees as you stood up with a groan, stretching as JJ’s eyes drifted to your frame.

“Well, I think my social battery has officially died.” You yawned, stepping closer to the blonde to ruffle his fluffy head of hair. “Night, blond-” You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence before JJ’s hand was wrapping itself around your wrist, pulling you down until your faces were just centimeters apart, him taking the opportunity to connect your lips with his, placing his free hand on the nape of your neck.

Your eyes went impossibly wide as the blonde pressed his lips to yours firmly, his eyes closed blissfully. A normal, friendly reaction would be to push him away, to say that you shouldn’t be doing this. But the way he was kissing you..

It was like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

From the way his fingers dug into your skin to the amount of force he was using to hold you in place.

Something in you suddenly relaxed, allowing you to close your own eyes and move your lips to kiss him back. Your lips moved in perfect sync with his for the moment. But you figured it would be nothing but. This was JJ, your best friend. He knew you like the back of his-

Oh. Oh, God. You were kissing your best friend. You were kissing JJ. 

You pulled back so fast you nearly stumbled over your own feet, head whipping around in panic to find Kie and Pope still engulfed in their own conversation before turning back to the starstruck blonde in front you. His hair was messy and his lips were swollen with a deep shade of red blooming within the lower one. His own blue eyes were wide but you didn’t know for what reason. 

You just looked at each other with an unknown expression. Terror? Confusion?

Neither of you said anything, just stared at each other, panting in panic. Your heart was beating wildly out of your chest prompting you to adjust the neckline of your top away from your throat, the material suddenly feeling constricting.

You didn’t know what else to do so you did the only thing you could do.

Swallowing harshly and touching your aching, wet lips, you swiftly walked off in the direction of The Chateau. The last thing you heard was JJ call out your name one, heart aching time before the door of The Chateau closed behind you.

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[princessbrunette]

since you wanted dealer JJ!!

what about dealer JJ who always lowers the price of the weed or pre rolled joints, sometimes not even letting you pay and you're all confused and wide eyed because "I can't just get this for free jayj,that would be mean of me". But he lets her pay in another way....

yk,a way that gets her on with her legs over his shoulder. Even better if they're in the car!! 😼😼

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“if you don’t mind me asking, do you sleep with all of your clients that don’t have the cash?” you blink, sat on the pull out bed inside jj’s odd little shack that he dealt from. the bed was more comfortable than it looked, his room moderately messy as you observe it— sticking out like a sore thumb in your little mini skirt and shoulder bag tucked beneath your arm.

“all my other customers are dudes so no— thank you.” he rifles around in his drawers, searching for the particular pink grinder he’d purchased to impress you, releasing a quiet ‘aha’ when he finds it, bringing it to his little work station. “look, i don’t mind if you shoot me down n’call me a perv or whatever. it kinda just slipped out, not gonna lie — cos you’re like the finest girl that’s ever wanted to buy from me and i figured we could cut ourselves a little deal you know? make eachother feel good.” he rambles as he quickly packs the blunt, expert fingers stuffing the herb into the rolling paper and folding everything over with ease, clearly doing this multiple times a day. the way he moved with such ease stirred something within you and you run your tongue lightly along your bottom lip as you watch.

you figured he’d be kind of slutty, just from his general demeanour and from the fact he’s a cute guy selling weed— surely a hit for drunk girls at house parties. also the fact that he’d opened the door to you wearing brown dickie overalls with no shirt on beneath them and a backwards cap— the whole outfit just screaming that he knew what he was doing from the start.

“i don’t know, i feel dirty.” you smile. not uncomfortable or awkward, just pensive. he licks the rolling paper, sealing everything by rolling it between his fingers before turning around to face you, presenting the joint.

“then you can totally forget i said anything, fine by me. just uh— take this one, on the house. yeah?”

“i’ll get you the money.” you refuse with a bashful smile, rolling your eyes as you stand, taking the joint from his coarse fingers and letting him walk you towards his rickety front door.

“aaaand i’ll tell you that you can keep it.” he retorts, making you turn around and face him on his porch with a hand on your hip.

“you’re a dealer. this is your job.”

he shrugs, pressing his lips together in a determined smile and you soften, swaying on the spot for a moment as you stare at him. god, he was really cute.

“did you really mean what you said about letting me have anything for free if i let you ‘take a peek’”you quote his boyish words. it didn’t creep you out, the two of you having gained a real trust and friendship over the course of your visits, and plus he’d been around when you were growing up. he gets visibly embarrassed, sliding his cap off his head with a tight, dimpled smile and looking away from your big doe eyes that seemed to be glued to him.

“honestly, it was just a dumb ass joke i let slip and i thought you’d just tell me to shut up or something but instead you started considering it so i figured i’d just… see where it goes cos… you’re— well, it’s not like i’d turn you down i mean damn… a-anyway the point is— just ignore me. i’m a guy and i say stupid shit all the time. i’m sorry.” he’s off like a motor, barely stopping to draw in breath or lick his rubied lips, for someone who was apparently a stoner he really did speak fast.

you blink, taking in all of his words for a moment — letting your brain catch up. the sun was going down beside you, casting a beautiful warmth to your face that made this conversation all the more harder for him. he cringes during the silence, squinting into the sunset because he’d rather look at that than face your judgement.

“what if i wanna?” its barely a whisper, but it sucks his gaze right back in.

“you— like you wanna—”

“i’ll still get you the money… but… it’s not like i haven’t thought about it before.”

he’s dumbfounded, but once he’s gotten over the initial shock, it’s not long before the suns gone down and you’re back in his bedroom, pull out bed creaking and mattress springs popping whilst he rocks into you— already surprisingly and skilfully having made you cum around his fingers first.

“theeere you go. there you go now, you— you feelin’ good? wanna make you feel so fucking good.” he pants, rolling his hips as you mewl, a fistful of his blonde knotted locks.

“mm— mhm, never wanna see anyone else jj, feels so good.”

“you better not, oh this pussies mine now.”

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[stardustprompts]

how to sell a haunted house - grady hendrix sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; death , alcohol , language , mental health

‘you need to sit down.’

‘what did you do?’

‘jesus, i’m sorry I’m not doing it the right way. i’m sure you’d be perfect at this.’

‘I find knowing these details makes it easier.’

‘you should have a drink, too.’

‘i’m not going to die. not for a long time.’

‘just because we shared a bathroom for fifteen years doesn’t mean you know a thing about me.’

‘my yoga instructor knows more about me than you do.’

‘I knew you’d do this. I knew you’d show up and start telling everyone what to do.’

‘look, I know you need to be in charge, but I’ve taken care of this.’

‘stop telling me how to deal with things. things are dealt with. I dealt with them.’

‘you can’t argue with someone when they’re upset.’

‘I don’t know what got into me, but I overreacted and I’m not proud of if it, and it wasn’t fair to you.’

‘you always needed everyone looking at you.’

‘I didn’t do it for attention. I did it because I was upset.’

‘I don’t like coming in here anyways. it’s got bad vibes.’

‘you can’t put a price tag on love.’

‘being here is really bad for my mental health.’

‘I know you don’t like me because i’m not successful enough for you.’

‘i’m actually happy with my life.’

‘if we aren’t related, if we met today, we wouldn’t chose to be friends.’

‘I don’t think we should be in here at all. I think my plan was better.’

‘don’t you feel the vibes?’

‘this is happening too fast. we need to slow down.’

‘your house is haunted.’

‘every single time I give you the benefit of the doubt, or I try to help, it comes back and bites me in the ass. every! single! time!’

‘our house is not haunted.’

‘i’m telling you there’s weird vibe. I can feel it in my gut.’

‘methinks thou doth protesteth too much.’

‘ghosts don’t exist.’

‘there are true things and there are false things, and there are no in-betweens.’

‘there are facts, like houses and car accidents and cremation, and there’s bullshit like ghosts and vibes and exorcisms. and if you start getting the true things mixed up with the false things, you’re fucked!’

‘reality is not a consensus!’

‘when you don’t like the way a conversation is going you deflect with personal attacks.’

‘you’re like some kind of emotionally abusive octopus entangling everyone in your word tentacles.’

‘even I know that you don’t go back in a haunted house after dark.’

‘the only things here are memories, and those can’t hurt us.’

‘you’re very threatened by new ideas.’

‘I offered to stay tonight because I thought it would be good for you. i’m hoping it gives you some closure.’

‘why are you so mad at me? is it because you feel guilty?’

‘i’m sorry you remember it that way because that must feel terrible, but that’s not what happened.’

‘stop telling me what I remember!’

‘no one ever says no to you, (name) because we’re all scared you’re going to lose your temper.’

‘oh, fuck you. nice try, (name), but fuck you.’

‘no matter what you did, I still don’t want anything bad to happen to you.’

‘everything has to be a big production and you’re the star.’

‘everything has to be a big production and you’re the star. all because you can’t face the fact that your life is sad and empty.’

‘it’s a little late for you to start being my brother now.’

‘you blew my mind. it felt like we were the only two people left in the world.’

‘no matter what, I don’t want to ditch you here with a bunch of ghosts.’

‘right now what you need, for once in your life, is to listen to me.’

‘the way you’re laughing is actually really, really scary.’

‘none of this is real.’

‘stop being scary.’

‘I don’t think I’m well. I think something is really wrong inside me.’

‘don’t you fucking laugh at me. for the first time ever, my life finally makes sense.’

‘I don’t think I know what’s real anymore.’

‘my explanation is logically consistent. yours is all magical energy.’

‘it was absolutely terrifying.’

‘how much trouble are you in?’

‘look at me. you’re not crazy. this really happened.’

‘don’t make this funny.’

everything you’ve seen tonight, i’ve seen it too.’

‘i’m sorry I wasn’t stronger.’

‘it was easier to pretend nothing happened.’

‘my entire life I’ve always known something was wrong with me. i’ve spend my entire life scared that if didn’t do everything exactly right, reality would unravel around me and I’d lose myself again.’

‘I forgive you.’

‘I hope you feel better. i’m fine.’

‘I didn’t think you had it in you.’

‘get out of here.’

‘all the things I did, I want to forget.’

‘i’m not doing it! i’m not doing it again!’

‘you need to get out of here right now.’

‘it won’t hurt me, but it’ll hurt you. you have to go right now!’

‘don’t let him do this again. don’t let him take over.’

‘I need a beer.’

‘an apology would go a long way.’

‘can you keep it down? I had to lie about what happened to a lot of people.’

‘are you seriously upset with me because I saved your life?’

‘you need to accept reality.’

‘you’ve become such a grouch.’

‘I wish you’d let someone take care of you.’

‘do you agree that there are forces greater than this world and we are helpless in the face of them?’

‘we don’t have time to fuck around.’

‘i’d like to say this the weirdest shit that’s ever happened to me but I have a bad feeling it’s about to get a lot worse.’

‘I told you this was a bad idea.’

‘I think we’re fucked.’

‘this is wrong. what you’re doing is wrong.’

‘let’s talk about something that’s actually interesting.’

‘it just hurts a little. and by ‘a little’ I mean ‘a lot’ and also ‘all the time.’’

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[cheesus-doodles]

Rindo Out of Juvie HCs

Yandere BFF Rindo

Masterlist

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Recommended Readings: Yan BFF Rindo HCs ; In Juvie HCs

A/N: I did say September but in my defense its only one day off and it wouldn't be if Sep had 31 days... Also I have a Ko-Fi store now to sell off my excess merch! :) as usual, its super late now, will edit any errors and more info on shop tmr!

the day Rindo walked free from juvie was easily the best day of his life by a long mile

this baby boy have been counting down every day till his release day

having you check in with him just once or twice a week (with Ran's help, much to Rindo's distaste) pales in comparison with him being able to check in on you any time he wants to, which is generally multiple times a day

have kept notes on everything that you tell him (and that he drills you on), frantically scribbles down whatever he can remember after every meeting you have with him either on notebooks that you bring him

even made Ran do the same as well after every meeting you held with the older Haitani, much to the amusement of his older brother

visitation time was hardly long enough to drill you about everything and anything

reviews the information again and again to make sure he doesn't miss anything

and if he did, he could question you at the next visitation session

being separate from you after becoming your bestfriend and having to trust you to take care of yourself (the horror!!) was the worst part of juvie if you asked him

or second worse rather

the absolute worse being having to sit by and watch everyone else from the newly-formed Tenjiku (all threats) leave before him - the dread settling in his stomach every time they disappear behind the external walls of juvie before Rindo can go out and protect you from them that is

even if the Tenjiku executives didn't know about you now, they sure would sooner or later

they were all the worst kind of delinquents (him not included though cough)

and you were the stupidest, most naive, and blurrest person alive in his eyes

you would probably trust a stranger holding a knife to your neck if he said to, not to say Izana who had already helped you previously

plus the fact that Kakucho had been regaling you with the tales and adventures of him and Izana, which is as good as brainwashing with you

didn't help that Izana's release date was a week or so before Rindo's, which the boy absolutely knew Izana would use the opportunity to meet you alone against his pleas

okay maybe not pleas - Rindo didn't 'plea' with anyone, not even for you (maybe with you though) - but definitely not threats, not with the ease that Izana could beat his and Ran's ass

but the Tenjiku leader had been oddly fascinated with you ever since Rindo had very hesitantly begged for help to take care of you while he was in juvie

and he didn't trust that white-haired boy as far as he could throw him

they were going to eat you alive without your bestfriend there to watch over you, Rindo just knew it

the closer the Haitaini brothers' release date came, the more angsty and irritable Rindo became - you were so close yet so far away

Ran even let Rindo go first in the outward processing queue so that he could get out just that bit earlier and stop with that amusing anxiety tap dance routine

he knew his younger brother well

Rindo nearly ran you down with how fast he was racing out to meet you outside the day he was released

of course you would be outside waiting for him, but this boy wouldn't tell you how relieved he was to see you still alive

did boink you on the head when you were a bit too happy to see Ran as well

you even remembered to bring him a clean set of clothes and his favorite snacks like he had requested

that's good news, means you're still listening to him

hopefully that also meant that you had been listening to him telling you not to talk to anyone more than necessary, and that applied especially to Kakucho and Izana

drags you straight back to his house, because as far as this boy was concerned, you ain't ever leaving his sight again

yes, maybe bathroom matters, but he was going to sit outside and call to you every few minutes just to make sure you were okay

sit tight, because Rindo is going over every last bit of detail in his notebook with you, like those parts involving you interacting with any outside of him and Ran

but especially about any time you spent with Izana

or at least he tries to, sternly telling you to concentrate on answering the questions he's asking, but you don't seem as serious about the topic as he is, more ecstatic about having your bestfriend back

asked him about what juvie was like on the inside, what kind of food he ate, whether there were stores inside that he could buy things at, whether he made any new friends

the last part had Rindo stare bewildered at you for a bit - did you think juvie was some sort of childcare center?

his interrogation session somehow turned into a homework session where he helped you through the last few topics you had been struggling with

only realized later when you had fallen asleep at the table, but all Rindo could do know was sigh and carry you up to bed and tuck you in

didn't want you to catch a cold or wake up with a dead arm

at least he managed to go through all your papers, books and files and look for any signs of written correspondence that you failed to get round to telling him about

because this boy knew you well - if you didn't tell him about you being penpals with someone while he was in juvie, its about a thousand times more likely that you simply forgot about it or got distracted by another talking point rather than you trying to hide information from him

decided to call it a day as well - Rindo was exhausted from the rollercoaster of emotions he had on top of dealing with being released from juvie in just one day

would never admit to it, but decides to snuggle in with you for the night since he hadn't the time to prepare another bed for you and you were currently snoozing away

wakes up before you but gets caught by Ran anyway, fiercely denies anything and everything before Ran could even ask

the older Haitani knew better though

this baby boy even followed you all the way to class the next day, though he did get particularly irate when people stared openly at you (more like the reappearance of him)

regular beatings will resume until behavior improves

Rindo also arranges to meet with and thank Kakucho, who had been watching out of you all this time, for his help

arranges it at night well after you had fallen asleep and he had triple checked that his bedroom door was locked (Ran was asleep, and Rindo didn't want to risk you wandering off and getting into who knows what kind of trouble)

Rindo did ask you several times about Izana and what he wanted with you, but as usual, you didn't have the answers he were looking for

apparently Izana only wanted to hear about you and Rindo, and asked you to tell him about the relationship the two of you had

and that sounded alright to Rindo at the beginning, but the more he prodded your accounts of your meetings and the details that slowly leaked out, the more his unease grew

he was sure there was more to this then surface level curiosity, given Izana went to all the trouble to arrange for a bodyguard for you

but from your side, you could only tell him what you knew, and not any deeper analysis

takes the opportunity to have a chat with the Kakucho to try and find out if he tried to talk you into doing things Rindo didn't approve of, and if he knew what Izana wanted with you

your bestfriend quickly realized that he had no beef with Kakucho though - he was a very respectful boy who kept you at an arm's length even while he followed you pretty much everywhere

Kakucho refused to divulge anything that happened between you and Izana, only confirming that the meeting did happen

which Rindo could respect, given Izana was Kakucho's (and his) boss and good friend but still

and then the more worrying signs started to appear

you started to sneak away during the time when you should have been class, when you knew Rindo wasn't looking out for you

or at least you thought that Rindo wasn't watching, but he was - be it directly or indirectly with Ran's and a few more coerced classmates help

secretly followed you one of those days, only to find out that you weren't going far - you were just headed up to the roof of the school building to take a call

but when confronted about your little excursions, you tried to lie to him

keyword being tried, since you failed spectacularly at too - instead of telling the lie (that was most likely fed you) about who you were calling, you told Rindo it was a salesperson calling, immediately followed by telling him that Izana was asking you to skip out to meet him before you slapped your mouth

he could have facepalmed

and you were also still too naive, spilling everything Izana had asked you to do when Rindo asked, despite you saying that you were supposed to keep it a secret

the younger Haitani felt faint when you said Izana had held your hand before, but at least the tiniest bit of relief came when you told him that he didn't do any more than that

your phone was confiscated by Rindo on the spot for an indefinite period of time - you could still use it for very limited amounts of time every day, but only when closely supervised by him and never alone

and you were moved into his bedroom for the forseeable future until he could determine just how bad the situation was

you thought you were having a long sleepover, and Rindo didn't correct you

you weren't allowed to leave his room without him there, let alone the house

not even to school - there was no way Rindo would risk that now

made sure to punish you for trying to lie to him though - no late night snacks for a week

and he wasn't going to walk you to the bathroom at night no matter how scared you were

okay he will if you're scared

wanted to do something worse such as whipping your hands, but the thought of you crying was too much for him to bear

instead, Rindo took his anger out on your poor classmates and random rival delinquents he found around Roppongi again

breaking bones especially viciously and pummeling anyone that pissed him off even slightly

and of course brought you along to watch - Rindo wasn't going to leave you alone at home by yourself and hearing you cheer for him like you always did before juvie helped him feel better

he didn't know too much at the moment - how much for Izana's bidding have you been doing behind his back?

were you listening to Izana over him, your bestfriend?

reluctantly asked Ran for advice, but for the first time, even his older brother had nothing for him

just reminded Rindo to keep out of the way of Izana, and that even the two of them couldn't beat the Tenjiku boss

and that was before you very proudly told him that you had "cheated" on your test because Izana had asked you to

though your cheating was more rolling a dice then actual cheating

but what if he started asking you to do more serious things? and why were you even listening to what Izana asked you to do?

you should only be listening to him - Rindo, your first and bestfriend

Izana wasn't your friend, no one else was, and he reminded you of that frequently, though his words seem to flow over you like water, as it always did

Izana' influence was starting to seep into every aspect of your life, infecting you like a virus, and Rindo was a very unhappy boy

he just wanted to go back to like how life was before juvie, was that impossible?

‎‎

Rindo could feel the beginnings of a headache starting to throb in the front of his mind. Letting out a groan, your bestfriend proceeded to repeatedly banged his head into the table of your favorite cafe as you watch on owlishly, carefully sipping away at your hot tea. It baffled him that you could just sit there and pretend everything was all right when nothing was - everything in his world and yours was clearly wrong. How did you not see this?

But then again, Rindo comforted himself as he finally pulled himself upright once more, you were you. Hand grasping at his own iced drink and taking a long gulp, the blond-and-blue haired boy begin to speak again. It had been a week since he was freed from that awful juvenile detention center where he was locked away from you, yet he still couldn't quite understand. "Start from the top again. How long have you been writing to Izana?"

Ran had already long wandered off somewhere after a filling lunch, uninterested in hearing Rindo grill you about the same question for the umpteenth time.

"Since he sent that letter to Kakucho," you blurted out, nearly spilling the tea on yourself.

"Put that down before you hurt yourself again," Rindo chided. "How many times did you write to him?"

You carefully set your cup back down on the table. "Once a week, that's what Kakucho told me to do! He never wrote back though."

That meant that he was most likely using your letters as a report or test of some kind, the younger Haitani concluded as he jotted the new information down mentally, recalling the sudden increase in letters that Izana received after sending out that initial letter to Kakucho. Were your letters included in those as well? But then again, letters were so much more benign compared to the problem he had on hand. "Alright. How many times has Izana called to talk to you?"

He watched as you counted out the times on your fingers, before holding it up to show him. "About five times!"

"And how many times have you met him?"

Your gaze dropped almost immediately, your hand coming up to scratch sheepishly at the nape of your neck. "Ahh..."

"And you can't lie to me," the blond-and-blue haired boy interrupted before you could begin. This had to be one of those topics that Izana told you to keep from him, but Rindo needed to know. "You can lie to everyone else except me, you understand?"

You nodded furiously. "I met him about three times," you replied sincerely, as you leaned forward to whisper, though it seemed that lowering your voice did little to keep your words from being overheard.

"Is there a problem with that?" Murmured that absolutely abhorrent voice that Rindo had grown to despise yet couldn't help respect from behind him, the boy whirling around only for his eyes to confirm his worst nightmare.

"Izzy!" You perked up, waving at him. Izzy?! Your bestfriend felt like hurling - it was quite the task just to keep his face stern and stop himself from collapsing straight into despair right there and then. How much had he missed? How did Izana know they were here?

But the Tenjiku boss barely acknowledged Rindo's presence, instead moving to take the chair to the right of you, pressing a familiar red jacket into your arms. "A gift for you."

And the boy instantly recognized that. "Absolutely not!" You were not going to own a Tenjiku gang jacket, and you were definitely not going to wear one. No way in hell.

"And what are you going to do about it?"

Rindo rustled as Izana threw one arm carelessly around you, smugly quirking one eyebrow back at him, armed with the full knowledge the younger Haitani brother could do little against him. But you shook off Izana's arm, turning to lightly slap his shoulder instead. "Izzy! Don't bully Rindo!"

But before said Haitani even had time to pale (did you even know what you had done??), your attention was drawn away by the entrance of yet another Tenjiku executive, this one a lot more familiar to your irate yet anxious bestfriend. "Kakucho! Come come, sit here!" You patted the chair next to you, which the black-haired boy obliged.

"Izana, Rindo," Kakucho greeted, as he slipped into the creaky wooden chair, careful to avoid clipping your arm.

"Are you still not feeling well?" You questioned, raising one hand to press against the other's completely reddened face, to which Kakucho quickly dodged from, throwing both hands up in surrender. Was he...blushing?

"Oh no you don't. Don't you even dare to think about it," Rindo hissed, making to stand. So this shit he thought was on your side, watching out for you in his stead, was a two-faced traitor. His day was getting bad to worse, and there was no sign of relief at the end of the tunnel.

Kakucho only looked bewildered at the reaction, seemingly understanding what he was saying but not why, instead turning to throw Izana a look that Rindo knew well. Weren't you Izana's girl?

"It seems me and Rindo have quite a bit to catch up on," Izana announced, reaching into his pocket to pull out a few notes to pass you. "Why not you and Kakucho go get some ice cream? It'll make him feel better."

Leaping to your feet excitedly at the thought of the sweet treat, you paused, turning your doe eyes on Izana. "Don't hurt Rindo," you reminded the white-haired boy, as if you held any power over him, before you yanked Kakucho to his feet. "Come on, let's go!"

"A companion for Kakucho for one. And an experiment." Izana admitted, those unblinking eyes of his trailing you as you all but dragged Kakucho out the door of the cafe by his hand, eagerly chattering about god-knows-what to a burning Kakucho, that red jacket tucked neatly under one arm. Rindo kept silent, willing the tanned boy to continue.

And mercifully, he did, leaning back in his chair as he started to speak again, turning that wretched gaze on him. From Rindo's initial request, Izana had deduced that you were an innocent thing: a bunny in a wolf's world. A new plaything for him that he wanted to experiment on - would you listen to the instructions from a complete stranger? How far would you go for him? Could he make you do things against your will?

But you were such a cute thing, so pliable to his words and so obedient, yet so resistant when it came to Rindo. You would never do anything to hurt Rindo. "But my cute little Kakucho fell first it seemed," Izana finally looked away. "I suppose I could share."

Rindo took the breath he didn't know he had been holding, slumping back into his seat as the pressure left his shoulders. "And is that the truth?"

Izana shrugged, picking up your once-hot cup of tea and downing the remaining tea before standing. "I'll be round tonight. Make sure your door's unlocked." To pick you up. It wasn't a request.

Rindo sank his face into his hands as soon as the other departed. What the fuck did you get yourself into? What the fuck was he going to do now?

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #rindo haitani #haitani brothers #rindo haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #tokyorev hcs #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #kakuchou #kakucho x reader #izana x reader #izana kurokawa #kurokawa izana #yandere bff rindou #cheesus answers

[lovingmusicalmen]

May I request a blurb for the prompt “Do you want me to carry you?” with Davey Jacobs x Reader? Or Jack Kelly x Reader, whichever you prefer.

I hope you enjoy!! This is my first time writing for Davey so let me know what you think!

Still accepting blurb requests!

Fluff 17 - "Do you want me to carry you?"

Les was fast asleep, head resting on Y/N's knees as she idly combed through the kid's hair, talking to the other Newsies.

Davey, Jack and Les had finished up selling early that day and so had headed back to the lodging house to kill time, and go over future plans for the union. One by one, as more Newsies had returned from their days exploits, the conversation had gone from work-orientated to just chatting among each other.

Davey seemed more at ease than Y/N had seen him... well, ever, if she was going to be honest. Since she had met him, Davey had been stressed out and nervous about the future of his family, the strike, the union and now his newly acquainted brothers. So it was nice to see him relaxing with the other sellers. Cracking jokes with Crutchie and teasing Race over his latest gambling loss.

Les, however, had not quite kept up. He had come over to Y/N almost the moment she had returned to the lodging house and sat down to join her friends and demanded her attention. The kid was inexplicably fond of her - Y/N suspected it had something to do with her teaching him to tie his laces, and agreeing not to tell the other boys he hadn't known how to do it up until then in case they teased him.

Davey had confided in her that Les' admiration more than likely actually stemmed from the strike itself. She had stuck by his side through the whole ordeal, taking a couple of blows on his behalf when the bulls had arrived and she had been desperate to get him as far away from the fighting as possible.

(Davey had also admitted, rather shyly, with flushed pink cheeks that he, too, had been touched by the attention shown to his younger brother. Grateful to her that she had been looking out for him. Y/N had wondered then if she was naive for wanting to read into his words, to try and convince herself that he returned her affections)

Les had grown sleepy quickly, though. And had passed out across Y/N's lap with the quiet murmurings of the Newsies to keep him company. Davey had met her eyes a couple of times across the room, since seeing his younger brother fast asleep on her lap. And there was an undeniable apology in his expression, which Y/N was quick to dismiss each time with a grin and shake of her head.

She didn't mind it at all.

(And no, that had nothing to do with the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach when she saw Davey looking over towards her and Les with such gentle affection)

The evening had, in short, been close to perfect.

Davey stood from where he had been resting on Crutchie's bed, leaning against the wall as he chatted idly with Race and Albert, and he stretched out his arms. Y/N could have sworn that she heard his back give a crack at the movement.

"I should probably get home - our folks will be worrying about us," Davey offered by way of explanation. There were nods and farewells called to him from around the room and Davey picked his way across the floor to reach Y/N and Les.

He offered her the shy smile she was used to seeing him wear and he reached up to ruffle his hair a little under his cap.

"Figure I should collect your limpet," he said, a teasing edge to his voice. "Sorry about him."

"Don't apologise - he's a sweet kid," Y/N paused before adding: "and you're a real good brother to him, Dave."

A pink hue sprinkled across the apples of Davey's cheeks, but Y/N forced herself to look away from it, gently shaking the kid on her lap.

Les groaned and swatted at her hand.

"Leave me alone," he grumbled. Y/N shared an amused glance with Davey, who crouched down.

"Come on - we've gotta get home, Les."

"I'm comfortable," he complained again, opening his eyes just enough to shoot his brother a glare. Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

Davey caught the action though, rolling his eyes at her in exasperation.

"I can't imagine it's all that comfortable for Y/N, though. Come on, get up."

Les opened his eyes again, this time directed up at Y/N in the same puppy-dog expression she knew Jack had been training him in to sell his papers.

"Y/N" he whined. Y/N chuckled and pinched his arm lightly.

"What do you want me to do, kid? Do you want me to carry you home?" She joked. Les looked contemplative though, and then nodded.

"That would work," he agreed.

Y/N burst out laughing, and Davey sighed again, letting his head fall down onto the mattress beside his brother.

"I told mum and dad you were a heathen," he complained. "I said they should've just stuck with me and Sarah."

"This is why I like Y/N," Les huffed, aiming a kick at Davey. "She's nice to me."

"Alright, kid - come on, your parents will be worried," Y/N cut in, laughing quietly. She pushed him off of her lap and stood up. "How does a piggy back ride sound?"

Ten minutes later, the three of them were walking the route back to Davey's family home. Les had fallen back asleep, resting on Y/N's lap, and Davey hadn't stopped spewing apologies for his brother's actions.

"Dave - I mean it, you don't need to apologise," she said with a gentle laugh. "Manhatten's nice to walk through at this time of night, anyway." She shot a teasing look at him from the corner of her eye. "Besides, the company's not all too bad, either."

Davey went bright pink, mouth gaping open slightly as he processed her... rather forward words.

"I mean - I'd never complain at the chance to spend more time with you," he managed to get out, smiling awkwardly at her.

"Such a charmer, Jacobs."

"You started it!"

The two of them lapsed into quiet laughter for a moment. Just as the two of them turned the corner down into Davey's street, he spoke again.

"Well... would I be able to take you out some time? To make up for this?" He gestured at the sleeping kid. "Without my brother, and the other's, I mean. Since we... like spending time together, and all," he added awkwardly.

"You asking me on a date, Jacobs?"

"That.... depends on your answer?" Davey tried weakly and Y/N laughed.

"And if my answer's a yes?" She asked as they came to a stop outside of the Jacobs' front door. Davey stepped forwards to scoop Les into his arms instead.

"Then yeah - definitely a date," Davey confirmed, far more confidently.

Y/N offered a crooked grin and stepped up to press a kiss to his cheek, marvelling in the stunned expression the action left behind.

"Then I'll see you tomorrow, Dave."

(Can confirm, Les was 100% not asleep, just sick of Davey's pining and decided to take matters into his own hands)

#davey jacobs x reader #davey jacobs #Davey jacobs imagine #Davey jacobs fanfiction #newsies #newsies fanfiction #newsies fic #newsies x reader

[anothermeforcompany]

Riwal x Yan!Leon S Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Warning: TW! suicide-gore, typical resident evil stuff, MINORS DNI, yandere Leon

Leon looks at the injured teen in front of him, with bare feet and bandaged hands, but clear eyes full of wariness and fear. "You aren't infected ?"Leon asks, his gun lowered but not put away.

Riwal shakes his head, his black hair matted down by the rain. "I'm not 'infected', whatever that means, but if you have a chance, quickly get away from here"his right hand pointed out in the direction of the broken bridge, and Leon noticed a broken nail on one of his fingers. "Go through the bridge, as fast as you can"

That statement reassures Leon that Riwal isn't with those crazy villagers nor he mean anything bad, as he points out towards the known exit. "I can't, I'm here to find a girl, her name is Ashley" he takes out the picture to show to the teen that's as tall as Leon, maybe a few centis taller.

Riwal feels conflicted because he knows this girl and where she is, but if he answers honestly, he will send this man who has survived Raccoon City through another hell. "This is not a good place, you should leave," he said, taking a step back as he didn't want to lie outright to him, not him, not this man.

Leon realizes from the way this boy looks away that he knows something. "You know her, where is she ?"Leon caught his wrist before Riwal could get away. Despite being taller, he is skinny and injured, looking like a homeless person. When compared to Leon, Riwal is nothing.

Riwal looks into his eyes and lets out a stammered breath. "The castle..." he answers lowly. "They keep her there but more than that..."Riwal can't hold his gaze and look away, "There are mercenaries, peoples with guns, you have to be careful, if you need anything, go to the Merchant, he will sell you any medicine you need"

Leon looks at the trembling boy and notices how cold his skin feels. "What's your name? Why are you here ?" he asks pulling Riwal into one of the houses.

Riwal rubbed his palms together once Leon let him go. It's been quite cold lately and he has spent a long time outside to hide from those mercenaries. "I'm here looking for my uncle who went missing, this place is his last known location"he takes off his bag, a bit braver since it's Leon, he knows the man won't hurt him as long as he cooperates. "I'm Riwal, 16th years old"

Leon looks at him, "Do you know what happens around here ?" he ask

Riwal's breath hitches. He knows, but he doesn't want Leon to know that Riwal knows because he has experienced the same in Raccoon City, but worse than that, he is a born B.O.W., the thing that can ruin people, just like those undead turned his mom sick and makes his dad kills himself, leaving Riwal all alone. However, as his uncle said, Riwal is a good boy who just needs to shut up if he has to lie. "I-I..."Riwal feels really nervous, he doesn't want to lie to him, instead, he wants to help him, but Leon will hate him if he ever finds out.

Leon looks at the nervous young man. "Take your time"he patted his shoulder in comfort.

Riwal bites his lips to stifle his whines, flinching away from the touch but catching himself. "S-sorry..it's been some time since I met anyone who doesn't want to kill me at first sight"he tries to smile but it ends up with a grimace.

This reminds Leon of Raccoon City, the difference is that Riwal is a civilian and younger, and he clearly can't survive any longer here. He feels protective of this young man and wants to keep him safe, these feelings will grow into a need, but it's a story for later time. "It's alright, Riwal, I understand"Leon didn't touch him again, but he also didn't step away.

"Thank y-you and sorry..."Riwal feels more at ease.

Leon thought about it for some time and let out a sigh, "You know, I have a gun and you know this place better than I do, what do you say we work together ?" he offers

#leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #re4 remake #re4 leon #yandere leon kennedy

[jmrothwell]

"hold my hand" "absolutely not" "they'll think somethings wrong if you don't" *grabs hand and kisses cheek* / sweet tarts

“Do you need a job?” 

Reggie startled ever so slightly, trying his best to hide it by sitting up from the lounging position he was in while reading his book. Once up he found an aggravated Carrie standing in the doorway of the studio. 

“Are you talking to me?” He asked, looking around knowing full well he was the only one here. Everyone else had gotten pulled into various family holiday events. Even Luke and his mom had managed to reach a sort of compromise for the season. 

“Is there anyone else here?” She said again before releasing a long exhale disguised as a groan, “Anyway, did you need a job or not?”

“A job” He couldn’t help repeating the question, one of his eyebrows rising against his better judgment. 

“Ok, so it’s barely a job.” She said weight shifting as she adjusted her feet with her eye roll. Her gaze shifted away from him, examining the room around them, eyes lingering on the many photos Flynn and Julie had plastered across the wall. “I really just need someone to come with me when I go to my mom’s for Christmas.”

“I’m sorry what?” He really didn’t mean to blurt out the question as fast as he did. Still blinking away the shock of the words he was hearing. Couldn’t recall her ever mentioning her mom before, or anyone for that matter. Though if he had to judge based on the way Carrie’s face scrunched up and how she shifted her feet again she wasn’t very comfortable with the topic. 

“My mom’s been trying to reconnect and make up for lost time.” She said, voice bordering on her peppy show tone. 

“I don’t know.”

“It would be just for a week and she lives incredibly close to some decent skiing. So you could think of it more like a little winter vacation if you’d like.” Carrie said, her voice never straying far from that peppy ‘sales pitch’ tone which did not ease any unease he had at the idea. 

“What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch.” She quickly said, disbelief written all over her face in the short seconds before managing to school her expression again. “Look, me and my family are even paying for everything. All you have to do is show up.”

He chewed over the idea, also chewing the inside of his bottom lip not really buying this perfect vacation she was trying to sell him on. There definitely had to be something she wasn’t telling him. Why him? Why not any of her other friends? 

On the other hand, it would be nice to have something to keep him out of his parents house that wouldn’t also have all his friends playing their usual ‘let’s help Reggie without him knowing it’ tactics. It might take them all a while to believe Carrie had randomly offered him what basically amounted to an all expenses paid ski trip out of nowhere. But weirder things had happened. 

“All right, when’s this trip?” He asked, trying not to be floored by Carrie’s unexpectedly bright, if short lived, smile. 

“We leave tomorrow.” She said digging her phone out of her purse and settling on the couch so close to him she��d barely need to move to be in his lap. “Quick, give me your number so I can send you the details.”

“Oh yeah, sure.” He said fumbling for his phone, caught a little off guard by both her sudden proximity and the amount of shit he suddenly had to do before tomorrow. 

He barely registered everything she said about texting her his address to coordinate with her driver. Far too focused on mentally making his packing list, hoping he had enough clean clothes. Didn’t even question her when she suddenly pulled him in for a series of selfies, the first half dozen inadequate because he didn’t look happy enough. He doubted he ever looked happy enough, certain she just gave up, and resorted to using whatever filter for whatever app she was sure to be posting it to.

The next day didn’t fare much better for his nerves. Pleasantly surprised when she did in fact show up at his place several hours before the sun would even dare to be up so they could get to the airport on time. Too tired to enjoy the fact he got to sit in the slightly roomier business class, falling asleep before the even finished taking off. It was a rare direct flight too, so he wouldn’t get another chance until the flight home. 

Just as they passed security and into the throng of all the friends and family waiting, Carrie’s hand gripped his bicep tight pulling his attention to her as they walked. 

“Ok so, before we get too far there is something you need to know.” She said in a sort of half whisper, trying to not be overheard but still trying to be heard over the noise all around them. “I may have lied about there not being a catch.”

His heart clenched, he knew it was too good to be true, but more than that he felt more than a little betrayed. Did she seriously wait til he couldn’t escape to tell him what basically amounted to his side of the deal? He didn’t get the chance to call her out though, as soon a woman Reggie could describe as overly sparkly was rushing toward them with a big smile. 

“Carrie?” The woman said, throwing her arms around Carrie who had never looked so tense before.

“Aunt Debbie.” Carrie said through a forced grin, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“What nonsense.” Aunt Debbie said as she playfully slapped Carrie’s shoulder. “Of course we were going to pick you up, Richard’s keeping the car warm. Your mom would have come but she’s a little preoccupied.”

Aunt Debbie tried to do a little hand wave through the air, her vibrant nails looking more like talons than Reggie expected them to, clearly trying to dismiss or wave something away. The movement only seemed to make Carrie tense up more than she already was. Reggie didn’t get long to focus on that though as Aunt Debbie’s attention fell on him.

“Oh sorry, you must be..?”

“Oh, right, sorry. Aunt Debbie, this is Reggie.” Carrie said as Reggie extended his hand out to shake Debbie’s, all of the syllables he was going to use to greet her with however froze up in his throat as Carrie continued on. “My boyfriend I was telling you all about.”

“Ooooh well aren’t you handsome.” Debbie said, patting his, the sensation all he needed to know he wasn’t dreaming. “Well, we better hurry up before Rich gets too bored and does something foolish. Did you check anything?”

Debbie walked off after Carrie’s reassurances they only had carry-on’s. Reggie did not follow, forcing Carrie to double back for him, if she felt any guilt over the situation she had it hidden well under all the resigned exhaustion she wore.

“Your boyfriend?” 

“It’s only for the week.” 

“Carrie we’ve barely ever spoken to each other.” He said in lieu of saying how they could barely be called friends. 

“Please,” she said, surprising them both, though she recovered faster than he did. “Like I said it’s only for the week. We don’t even have to get all lovey-dovey with the pet names or overt PDA.”

“But why do they need to think I”m your boyfriend?”

Carrie quickly looked over her shoulder to where Aunt Debbie was impatiently looking like she was waiting patiently.  “I promise I’ll tell you later.”

He sighed, slowly resigning himself to the idea. His only other real options being telling everyone the truth and spending the next week uncomfortably awkward around strangers or trying to find some way to pay for a flight back home and leaving Carrie alone, by herself. “You owe me.”

She nodded as she painted on that winning showmanship smile of hers, “Of course, now hold my hand.”

“Absolutely not.” The words were out of his mouth faster than he intended, still too caught up in his own blindsided irritation. Her smile barely faltered, the slightest furrow of her brow.

“They’ll think somethings wrong if you don’t.”

He glanced toward Debbie who had definitely stopped trying to not look confused. He didn’t exactly trust his mouth at the moment, so he merely held out his hand towards Carrie. She grasped it in hers and pulled him down so she could quickly press a quick kiss to his cheek and whispering a quick “thank you” into his ear. 

He swallowed hard, an attempt to both unclog his throat of all the wrong words and to clear his head of the memory of her lips ghosting across the shell of his ear. This was going to be a more complicated week than if he had just stayed home.

#jatp sweet tarts #reggie x carrie #I was like these will probably all be short fills...nearly 1500 words later #took a few story beats from Summer Wars but turned it into some sort of holiday rom com

[lexinympho]

[slightly suggestive (?), gn!reader, minor talks of sex and NNN, little to no proofreading, accidentally dialogue heavy]

"Imagine if the internet collectively agreed to call this month Dick Down December."

You alertly whip your head up from your meal to address the vulgar man before you, "Kenji, shut the fuck up, we're in public."

"I think anyone who comes to a 24 hour McDonald's at 2 am should expect to hear a thing or two, so no deal," he sniggered before taking a huge bite of the burger his stomach woke him up for.

You mentally apologize to the man sitting 2 booths away from you two and say, "Can't believe I agreed to date you, I swear-"

"Mm," he sipped his coke to clear his airway and wink at you, "you made the right choice babe, don't worry."

With a roll of your eyes, your sleep deprived brain goes with the flow and you bring up his earlier statement, "So, what? You're gonna start calling it Dick Down December now?"

His brown eyes light up, "It's clever! Kamasaki-"

"Right, him and Moniwa called you up last night."

"Yeah, we got a little drunk and started talking about stuff. Anyway," another sip of coke, "Kamasaki was talking about this and that, then he brought up No Nut November and asked us if we took part in it."

The fries you intended to chomp on only made it halfway to your mouth at the mention of that challenge and you ask in suspicion, "What did you say?"

"What do you think I said?"

"I dunno, that we had hot, sloppy sex in practically every room of the house every week of the month?" The odd hour has you feeling so out of it that you don't even feel embarrassed over what you said until 5 seconds afterwards.

"That's no different from the norm, but if you wanted me to say that, then-" he doesn't finish his sentence in favor of taking another bite.

"Hell no!" You laugh and lightly kick at his shin under the table with just enough force to catch his attention but not inflict pain. He gives a muffled laugh of his own with full cheeks and nudges you back before leaning into the leather of the seat and holds a finger up.

You shovel more fries in your mouth and swallow just as quickly as you wait for him to speak in a half discernable tone, "Damn, you really wanted those fries."

"You dragged me out of bed because you said you were hun-" you can't even finish what you're saying as a jaw popping yawn interrupts you.

"You didn't have to come though," he says with a witty raise of his brows.

You don't poke or prod the inkling of guilt shining through, at ease with the present mood, and respond, "Well I did, because you mentioned getting a burger and then I thought about fries, in turn making me crave them."

"So it's my fault that you got out of bed and rode with me to McDonald's for french fries."

"Yep. And you woke me up in the first place, so it's only right that you paid for all of this," you gesture to the assemblage of fast food on the table.

Kenji sits up to lean forward and fixate you with faux disappointment, "I always knew you're just dating me for my money."

You scoff, "Yeah, that energy company money gives me a life of luxury."

He scoffs in return and leans back once more to throw his arms over the back of the booth seat. He lets a few moments of silence pass so you can finish your fries (God knows you'd be upset if he kept you from eating them while they're hot), but speaks up once sleepiness tries to kick in, "So about Dick Down December-"

"Oh my God."

"No listen," he lowers his chin to look at you as though he's selling a product to you, "a whole month of abstinence followed by 31 days of hot, sloppy sex is the ultimate pay off."

You look down at the table in mortification, "Please don't call it that."

"We have hot, sloppy sex, deal with it," he casually remarks.

"What point are you trying to make here?"

His disposition suddenly becomes serious when he asks, "Wanna do it?"

You blink slowly, delirium seeping into your brain and making you wonder if you're hallucinating this conversation. "...Doesn't 31 days seem like a lot?"

"I'd fuck you for 100 days straight if I wanted to."

"Kenji!" You subconsciously duck your head from your accidental exclamation.

He cups a hand around one of his ears and gives you a lascivious look, "I'm not hearing a no~"

"You are not getting horny at 3 am right now, it is too early for this," you say in disbelief.

"I'm horny for you 24/7 and you like it, don't act like this is weird."

A strange sense of flattery works its magic and has you fighting to keep a humorous grin off your face so as to properly convey your discontent. You stand with the trash you've once you feel that you're losing however, "You're only being so stubborn about this because you're sleepy."

"No," he yawns out and blinks as he watches you traverse to the nearby trash cans and return just as quickly, "I really wanna do it."

You affectionately run your fingers through his hair and offer, "How about you ask me when it's not almost January? Like, next October?"

The slouch he'd been developing the longer he sat suddenly disappeared at your answer, "I'll take that as a yes."

"You'll get an actual yes once you drive us back home and let me sleep."

He stands to perform a back popping stretch and pulls his jacket back on, "Ugh, why can't you drive?"

"Because I'm 100% falling asleep on the way back after being woken up," you say as he holds the door open for you with a look of feigned betrayal.

"You followed me!"

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

#this is crackish but fr i wanna see someone use dick down december #«lexi's writing» #haikyuu x reader #futakuchi x reader #futakuchi kenji x reader #futakuchi drabbles #haikyuu drabbles #hq x y/n #haikyū x you

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Steve always wanted to be a singer- it was his dream since he was a child, but his parents were always against it. In middle school, Steve and Jonathan would meet up in the would and walk back to Steve's house to listen to the playlists Jonathan made. They always talked about what it would be like to actually sing for people.

One day, Steve and Jonathan were listening to music and they heard the doorbell ring. It was Eddie "the freak" Munson from Hawkins High. He was there to sell chocolate bars.

The three of them just stared at each other before Eddie bit into a bar and asked what they were up to. Jonathan and Steve had heard rumors of Eddie starting a band, even though the older boy was only in freshman year.

"We're listening to music," Steve said.

"The Cure, The Smiths, David Bowie, The Clash..." Jonathan added. "Are you actually in a band?"

Eddie grinned at them. "Are you guys fans of my music?" They shook their heads. "Oh. Well, you will be. I need to play for you one day. I swear."

Steve's eyes widened. "You'll play for us?"

Eddie nodded. "Yeah, of course. I hope you like metal."

Steve furrowed his brows. "Metal? Like the demon stuff?"

Jonathan nudged him. "Metal is not demon stuff! I mean, it could be, but so can any other type of music."

Eddie laughed. "I know a few Satanic metal bands, but I'm more of the fun type of metal- like Motley Crue, and Dio, and Ozzy Osbourne. You know, fun," he finished with a shrug.

The next day, he came over to Steve's house with his guitar. "I'm gonna play a song that I'm still writing." And he started to strum, and the two younger boys fell in love with his music. When he was does, he brushed away their praise, "It doesn't even sound good yet. I still need a drummer, a pianist, and another guitarist."

"But that was amazing!" Jonathan said with wide eyes. "You should record yourself and sell it."

Steve nodded. "Yeah! And you need to play for us more often!"

And ever since then, Eddie has been coming over to play for his two biggest fans. Once Eddie gathered his band together, the other two already joined high school.

Steve was with the popular people, but he would meet Eddie in the empty music room to listen to him play. And then Jonathan offered to be the band's photographer, to which Eddie was happy. Steve was jealous- he wanted Eddie. He didn't know why he wanted Eddie, but it wasn't fair that Jonathan got to spend more time with him then he did.

So then Steve started picking on Jonathan and calling him names. They'd get into fights, and Eddie tried to stop them, but he never knew the cause of them.

One day, Steve and Eddie were alone in the music room and that's when a thought entered Steve's mind. A bad thought. He couldn't push the thought away.

"Eddie," Steve started slowly.

Eddie hummed in acknowledgement.

"Is it normal to want to kiss your friends? Especially the ones who probably don't like you back?" he asked with a red face.

Eddie looked at him. "Steve, you're not friends with any girls..."

"I know," Steve whispered.

"Who...who is it?" Eddie asked casually, though his heart beat fast.

Steve leaned in close to Eddie. "It's you."

Eddie swallowed. "Steve, what about Jonathan?"

Steve froze. "What about him?"

Eddie sighed. "He likes you, Steve. A lot. And he's never going to stop liking you, no matter how much you bully him. You were his first friend, you mean to much to him."

Steve felt like shit. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Talk things over with Jonathan and then come back to me."

So, Steve confronted Jonathan at his doorsteps a few days later. "Jonathan!" Steve yelled as he ran up the Byers' walkway. "I need to talk to you."

Jonathan turned to him. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you want to listen to music?"

So they lay together, just like they used to, on Steve's giant bed. They were listening to The Clash. The music eased the tension.

Steve and Jonathan lay, facing each other, and Steve reached out for Jonathan's hand, just like he used to do as a kid all the time. Jonathan let him take it.

"What do you want, Stevie?" The nickname came out before he could stop himself.

"Stevie? I like it when you call me that," Steve said softly. He looked at Jonathan. He always thought the other boy was pretty, really really pretty. Not handsome, not feminine, but pretty. Pretty is an understatement- he is gorgeous, Steve thinks as he caresses Jonathan's hand.

"I'm sorry, Jonathan. Please listen to me. I talked to Eddie earlier and he told me that you like me. And the thing is, I like him. But I think I also like you. And I always have liked you, ever since we first met that day in the woods. You always made me smile and made me the happiest person alive. But then Eddie started doing that too. And then he gave you that job and I was so jealous-"

"Steve," Jonathan says calmly. "Have you ever heard of polyamory?" And Jonathan explained it to him. Things made so much more sense for Steve.

"That's me!" Steve said. "We need to talk to Eddie."

And they did. They did talk to Eddie, and that's how Steve ended up dating his two amazing boyfriends during highschool and after highschool and they lived happily ever after :)

#i imagine while steve was popular in highschool he was an enemy of jason and he stood up for eddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #jonathan byers #eddie the freak munson #music #steddie #stonathan #stednathan #stedathan #polyamarous #fic idea

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

lmao I used to have a binge eating disorder and ate like 7k calories a day. Crazily enough when I started eating a normal amount of food for my gender/height/activity level I lost weight and my sleep apnea went away, I can now walk up the stairs in my house without excruciating pain, and I have 500x the energy that I used to and my brain fog is 99% gone. But I'm sure being 190lbs overweight and eating until I felt like I was going to vomit was totally healthy and my pain was just a manifestation of my internalized fatphobia or w/e lmao

People must have somehow magically evolved to be morbidly obese in only a few decades, it can't possibly have anything to do with insane portion sizes, mass production and availability of unhealthy food, a food pyramid sponsored by companies wanting to sell you their trash and food now being full of sugar, corn syrup, artificial colors and other garbage. We're also so magical that being fat is totally fine for us unlike the thousands of other animal species in existance.

Keto and intermittent fasting literally saved my life. I was able to go down from 10 DIFFERENT MEDICATIONS to only needing 4 of them. I've literally talked to hundreds of people with the exact same story.

“I traded my BAD eating disorder for a GOOD eating disorder” is not the flex you think it is anon.

By your own admission your issue was having an eating disorder, not being fat, if you think every fat person also has an eating disorder you are projecting your own trauma and insecurities onto other people because you apparently think your experiences are universal. Most fat people do not eat until they puke actually.

The reason obesity is dangerous for a lot of animals is because, get this, animal physiology and adaptations vary greatly between species. Do you think you have the same needs as a flea? Bears, seals, whales, hippos, boars, and several other species have to carry a lot of fat to survive. Humans are bipedal and have fat stores that build up away from organs and joints. This keeps a lot of the strain off the back and prevents many of the issues you will see in quadrupeds and birds from emerging.

Ease and rate of storing fat in humans is largely due to genetics. People who were born by a starving mother naturally hold fat more easily because this is an adaptation to prevent starvation in famines. Increased fat stores is also hereditary so people who had ancestors that were starving will carry weight more often than those whose ancestors had an easy access of food for several generations. Because this was something humans adapted to over the course of millennia as nomadic groups who had to deal with inconsistent food availability due to different climates, flooding cycles, droughts, etc, humans did in fact evolve to have a fluid metabolism and hold stores of fat just fine. If you think fat people are a new invention, I have insane news for you about noble and royal families in Europe for hundreds of years. Being fat was a status symbol to show off how much money you had and that you had no need to toil in fields. This is documented very well.

Keto and [starving yourself] is not healthy. If your entire argument is that being some arbitrary level of “overweight” is unhealthy, you should consider not promoting a diet that causes you to have calcium absorption complications, chronic arterial diseases, kidney stones, and other serious issues long term. Anorexia is not a health trick either, once again, that is an eating disorder.

#ed mention #ed recovery

[gypsy-blood-343]

Hazbin Hotel - Vix x Vox

Part 1: Welcome to Hell

Blurb: When Vixen's friendship is derailed by Valentino, Vox picks up the pieces of her lonely heart and convinces her to sell her soul to him. Is she going to regret it?

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A blue chain suddenly appeared around my neck, yanking me forward, I fell to the floor with a thud, on my hands and knees in front of the man who owned my soul. I looked up to see Vox smirking down at me. How did I get here?

Approximately 70 years ago…

“Anthony, you really did it this time. They’re not sure you’re going to pull through, but you have to. You’re the only friend I have, the only person in my life I actually care about. What am I going to do with out you?”

I brushed a rogue strand of hair from his face. He had his problems, some serious ones, like the drug addition that landed him comatose in this hospital bed, but he was a good guy, a good friend. “I have to go now, my family wants to see me, probably to tell me yet again how disappointed they are with me. I’ll see you later… love you.”

I left the hospital and drove to my families manor. God I hate this place. Slamming my car door closed, I walk into the manor and down the hall into the main lounge. My mother was perched on the arm chair and my father was standing by the fireplace looking over some paperwork. My obnoxious, perfect brother was lounging on the chaise sofa, reading some piece of classic literature.

“Lexi, darling, thank you for coming today. We wanted to discuss some things with you.” My mother announced the second she saw me enter the room.

“Another speech about how I’m letting this family down?”

“No dear.” My father replied. “You have so much potential, but we’ve accepted the fact that you have chosen to waste that and not help you family. Of course your brother will have to pick up the slack, but he is more than capable. We just wanted to tell you that as of this moment you are free to do as you wish. But don’t expect anything from us, you will no longer have access to the family finances. You don’t want to be part of this family, consider yourself free from us.”

“Really? Just like that, you’re done trying to change me? Trying to use me?”

“Just like that.” My brother chimed. “You’re done. Bye sis.”

I scoffed. I couldn’t believe it. This is what I wanted but of course, just like everything my family had to ruin it. “Alright. Goodbye.”

They all went back to what they were doing, the conversation was over and they never gave a damn about me in the first place. Luckily I already had my own apartment, so I at least wasn’t going to be out on the street now that I was cut off. I got into my car, buckled up and let out a sigh. “I’m free.”

I started up the car and decided to head to the hospital. I just wanted to be with Anthony, I should be there as much as possible, just incase this was it. I drove down the long driveway from the house that lead straight out onto the little road that wound its way back to the main road to get me to the hospital. It had a few twists and turns but nothing you really needed to slow down for, not until the final bend before it joined the main road. I always sped down this road, i was so use to driving it, I always went to fast and it was never a problem, until today.

As I approached the bad bend I started easing on the breaks, with no result. I pressed harder, nothing. Shit!

There was no way I was going to make this bend at this speed. I was just going to have to minimise how badly I was going to crash. I tried taking the corner, I knew I was going to go over the edge and crash into the woods, I was just hoping I could avoid crashing into a tree for as long as possible. I missed seeing the fallen tree, the car went up on it and nicked another tree, throwing me to side, the car started to tip. Over it went and I began rolling into the woods. Despite the chaos I managed to engage a shield charm before slamming to a halt, as the middle of the car smacked into a large, sturdy tree.

“Urgh..” I slowly moved my arms, which way was up. I unbuckled the seat belt and tried to open the door, it wouldn’t budge. I banged against it again. No luck. Wriggling around I tried the passenger door, it creaked open and I crawled out of the car. Damn. I was lucky to survive that uninjured. I straightened myself up.

Blam! Darkness. Dull light.

“Welcome to hell.”

“Excuse me?” I turned around looking for who had spoken and spotted a weird looking… creature… sitting behind a desk in a dimly lit, shitty little room.

“Welcome to hell. You’re dead.” “I’m – “

“Dead. And now you’re in hell. Welcome. Now get out of here.” “But –“

“This is hell, there is no welcome package, no further explanantions. Good fucking luck. You’ll need it.” He said, pointing to a door behind me.

I considered protesting but knew there was no point. I left the room, and entered a long hallway with a large door at the end, other confused creatures were leaving other rooms and entering the hallway, looking around and slowly walking towards the large door at the end. They must have been other people who had just arrived in hell. Lost and confused like me. But why did they look so strange?

Leaving the building, I stepped out onto a busy street in what looked like a large city. This is not what I pictured hell to be. I looked around and spotted my reflection in a window… I got it now, everyone’s soul looked weird in hell.

A white and pink fox like creature was staring back at me. I brought my hands to my face, feeling my fur, my muzzle and my large ears. I was now my family name… there is no escape.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/gypsy-blood-343/750465050757726208/hazbin-hotel-vixens-story-part-2-inseparable?source=share

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fanfic #vox #vox x oc #story #hope you like it #sorry for any typos

[arizona2004]

Courts of Love and Hate. CH6

Nyx X Juniper

WC:1635

Juniper It’s been another boring day, and while trying to convince our parents of an arranged marriage, Nyx and I’ve barely been able to write to one another; I haven’t gotten a letter from him in what feels like ages.

Climbing the stairs as fast as fast as my legs allow, I move for my room, intent on sending a note to Nyx to meet me tonight, even if it's only for a few hours. When I open the door, though, he’s already sprawled out on my bed.

The ache in my chest instantly eases at the sight of him. “Nyx,” his name is a sigh on my lips. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you. And I could tell you missed me too.” He tugs on the invisible bond between us, making me nearly fall in my haste to get to him.

“Nyx,” I say again, unable to say anything else. I crawl over him and sprawl across his body, rubbing my nose into his neck to smell him.

“The meeting went well,” he says, wrapping his arms around my back, “your father is prepared to agree, and my parents are just on the cusp of it.”

Confused, I think back to Nyx’s recent letters, but no mention of a meeting comes to mind.“What meeting?” I ask, moving to have a better view of his face.

He appears to hesitate for a second, then a flash of anger crosses his expression, and his arms tighten around me. “He didn’t even tell you?”

“Nyx,” I rub a hand up and down his arms, trying to soothe him. “Calm down.”

His eyes flash to mine, the blue brighter than usual as his skin heats beneath my hand. He tenses against me but, after a moment, relaxes back on the bed and pulls me close, the heat receding. “There was a meeting between courts to discuss an arranged marriage treaty. Your father agreed if my parents agree to have a daughter who’ll marry one of his sons.”

“Oh.”

“Are you upset?”

“I don’t know. I feel bad for dragging my brothers into this.”

“But just think about the peace between our courts.”

I nod, laying my head back against his chest. “You’re right; it will all work out in the end. I’m just glad we’ll be able to get married soon and be together.”

“If they agree,” he says, leaving everything uncertain between us. –

Nyx spends the rest of the day and night with me. We lay in bed the entire time and talk about everything to come. For a few hours we even talk about what we want our life to look like in Velaris.

“It’s the most beautiful city in all of Prythian, I swear. You’ll love it.”

“I’m sure I will, Nyx.”

“We can get a house in the city and decorate together. And get a dog. Or a cat.”

“You wnat pets?

“Absolutley.”

“How many?”

“I don’t know. As many as we have room for. I love animals.”

“Alright, as many as possible then.”

“There are shelters we can rescue from.”

- Nyx leaves early in the morning the next day and I already miss him and spend most of the day in my room, imagining Velaris and the life I may soon have with Nyx in his beautiful city. I don’t actually leave my room until after dinner.

Oak came to hang out with me for a few hours but no one else has stopped by all day so I’m curious to see what they’re up to.

When I open the dining room doors I’m greeted by Oak again as he shovels chocolate pudding into his mouth. “Hey,” he mumbles around his full mouth.

“Where are Father and Kai?”

He swallows his full mouth and speaks after a long moment. “They went to the study. Something important they needed to talk in private about,” he answers, shrugging and turning back to his dessert.

Leaving then I make my way to the study but stop just short of opening the doors. The arguing inside is clear enough from here.

“You can’t just sell her!” Kai’s voice is practically a roar, but a quieter one interrupts the arguing.

“You shouldn’t be standing out here, your Highness,” it’s one of the guards at the door. “Your father wouldn’t want you eavesdropping. But more importantly, your brother wouldn’t either.”

More importantly? I wonder, and can see on the males face that he seems to realize his mistake. Why does this guard think Kai not wanting me eavesdropping is more important?

The guard looks away from me, staring down the hall instead.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Aleksander,” he says, still not looking at me.

There’s something in his eyes that I can’t decipher and I know he’s trying to hide it from me so I decide to turn around, knowing it wouldn’t be a good idea to interrupt their arguing, and go to bed.

The next morning I get up early, intent on talking to Kai and convincing him I understand the circumstances of this arranged marriage, and that I’m okay with making this ‘sacrifice.’ I get dressed before my ladies maid even shows up to wake me and leave my room silently, wanting to catch him before breakfast.

“Good morning, Aleksander,” I say, noticing the guard in the hall near Kai’s room as the same one from last night.

“It’s a little early, no, my lady?”

“I want to see my brother before breakfast. I’m sure he’s already awake.”

The guard says nothing as I knock on Kai’s door and open it, letting myself in, but listening for an objection.

“Alek?” My brother's throaty morning voice asks from somewhere in the still dark bedroom as I open the door more.

“Nope. Juniper.”

He doesn’t say anything but I make out his silhouette rushing from the bed to pick something up from the floor, and as I turn on the lights I notice it’s a shirt that he’s quickly pulling on.

“Juni, what are you doing here?” He turns toward the bathroom, still not looking at me, and grabs something from the cabinet. That’s when I notice the bruises; they’re faint, but he’s rubbing a salve on them to heal them faster.

“What happened?”

“It’s nothing, just an accident during training yesterday,” he says, but he still hasn’t looked me in the eye. “What did you need, Juni?” he asks, spinning around to face me.

“I wanted to talk to you about your argument with father yesterday.” He immediately tenses. “I heard enough of it and I don’t want you defending me. I’m willing to marry the Night Prince if it means uniting our courts,” I say, trying to watch my words so I don’t let on that I know more than I should.

“Juniper, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do! I’m not some helpless child, Kai. I can take care of myself so just trust me on this.”

Kai doesn’t speak for a long moment. “Juniper-”

“No. There's nothing for you to do about it, so don’t argue with father on my account.” I turn to leave, having said my piece, and walk for the door. “I’ll see you at breakfast.”

Nyx It’s a long day of mindless hobbies, since mom and dad still won’t let me work, and wondering if the small note I left on their desk was enough to evade punishment. Hanging with a friend on a boat in international waters, be back soon, it had said.

“Nyx,” my mother’s voice rouses me from my thoughts. “Your father, Azriel, and I talked a great deal and have decided to agree to Tamlins terms.”

“With him raising an army, tension’s are growing,” dad adds.

“And though we’re sure we could beat the Spring Court in any war,” mom starts.

“We don’t want to risk any lives for something that we have a chance to prevent right now. It would be selfish of us to ignore this opportunity.”

I nod, not knowing what to say while I internally rejoice at the news.

“I did background on the sons,” Azriel informs. I hadn’t even noticed him come in, though it’s impossible if he doesn’t want you to.

“Right,” I say, taking another bite of food. “What’d you find out?”

“Nothing. They’re both squeaky clean. The younger one, Oak, is innocent enough. He spends most of his time reading or roaming the woods. The older one, Kai, is everything you’d expect from a young man who’s going to be highlord someday.”

“Meaning?”

“He’s a lot like you. Hard working, intelligent, quiet with no obvious friends, and protective of his loved ones.”

“Did you just call me a loser?”

My uncle smirks but it vanishes when my mother asks a question. “You don’t think he’s too much like his father?”

“I don’t think he has a reason to respect or like his father much, and no, I don’t think he’ll be like Tamlin at his worst.”

“That’s rather specific,” Mom says what we’re all thinking.

“There’s no need to share the details,” Az evades.

“Azriel,” Dad pipes up, his tone questioning with a hint of authority.

“Trust me.” Az looks Dad dead in the eyes when he says it, and something in his expression must convince my father because he nods and turns back to me.

“There’s going to be another meeting in the Spring Court a few days from now. Just to discuss details; the deal won’t really be made until the wedding.”

I nod, understanding, and wish the day would arrive sooner.

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