I would not trust your brothers if I were you, and if they try to make you feel bad about being suspicious about anything that leaves their mouths, I want you to do your best to ignore their nasty words because they and they alone brought it on themselves.
If your brothers didn't want you not trusting them, they shouldn't have hidden your game and lied to your face for three years. Let them whine and bitch all they want, because it's their own damn fault. They made their beds, now they have to sleep in them. Make them work to gain back your trust and don't make it easy for them.
If your brothers want you to trust them again, they need to work for it because they do not deserve immediate forgiveness, they do not deserve immediate restored trust. They need to work for your trust and it's entirely up to you whether you want to give it back to them or not.
Don't let your brothers guilt trip or gaslight you into forgiving them, stick to it and make sure they learn they can't just do whatever they want and expect it to be water under the bridge the following day.
Thanks. Im probably not going to forgive them for a while. They don't even seem to think what they've done was wrong and that it hurt me. Kept saying "what could I have done?" And "how would me saying where it was make things better" and WORST of all "You would've just made things worse."
It sucks. And I did trust my brothers. A lot. Way more than my parents. But idk now. I dont think I trust any of them. And if they want my trust they're gonna have to understand why I'm so upset . I don't think they care though, it's just a "silly game" to them, but it meant a lot to me .
I'm keeping those games in my room now.
Thanks. I'll try to ignore what they say, it's just going to be hard! I still don't really understand why they did this to me, and messed with me for THREE. YEARS. its judt. Such a long time to keep lying to someone. Over something that, in their words was a "silly game and petty reasons". Like. Damn
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The more I learn about John Constantine? The more I am certain you COULD just... dump Danny on him.
Like... literally.
Full on, sack of unconscious potatoes, "here ya go, deal with it, here's an unconscious royal teenager!", Dumped in his arms/lap at some shitty hole in the wall bar, by Suspicious Supernatural Forces, DUMPED on him. Like? Yep. It's a Tuesday. Guess he's NOT getting to finish this beer.
And you know what?
Knowing the crowd Danny runs with? They'd at least... SORTA try and explain what's happening? Instead of play the fun ol "HOT POTATO! Think fast, Constantine! Figure it out!" And run shpeal that he normally deals with. Thoughtful, really.
Don't get him wrong. It's still BULLSHIT. But at least he has a vague idea of WHY he's holding an unconscious, heavily bleeding, half-divine-but-not-really half human, teenager.
Fuckers left a few sticky notes.
THANKS.
He just LOVES patching up actively radioactive wounds while trying to translate... what is this? Mesopotamian? Who writes out their emojis in Mesopotamian?! "Smiling face emotional picture" my ASS. Still...
Kid in way over their head, hunted by damn never everyone for trying to do the right thing, AND grappling with their recent lose of a decent chunk of their own humanity? Oh and now he's KING of a whole spankin new Realm!
Fuck "Realms". Nothing ever good comes out of "Realms".
And APPARENTLY? His VIP returning customers spot under the Bus has been reserved! Because he's the kid's "Gaurdian". Why? So the nice Goverment stooges in suits will come knocking on HIS door first, of course.
......he'd be more pissed about that one if he wasn't REAL interested in what those bastards had to say for themselves. Meddling with forces they shouldn't be touching. Provoking God only knows what. He fucking KNEW those storms weren't natural.
Just? John getting handed a Suspect Youth. Press X for doubt and Sus. Okay... then give him back. No! Fuck you, says local Laughing Magician, I don't trust you EITHER.
Danny wakes up to the... VERY? Ngl? Intense(tm) stare down of... holy shit, are you an Actual Angel? (Yes. He is. Better hope you're not secretly evil or he's gonna bring The Smiting) Then the world's ACTUAL greatest Detective, who is a chimpanzee, offers him expertly made tea and the cheap take-out John brought with him.
He is in Space.
It's still not the weirdest morning he's ever had. But it's getting there.
@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @hypewinter @nerdpoe @lolottes @babbling-babull
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Dating Mike and Vanessa comes by the house but Mike never told her about reader and never told reader about Vanessa. Jealous reader and mine has to reassure her that there’s nothing between him and Vanessa.
AHHH YES!
JEALOUSY.
i’m gonna end up reusing gifs cuz im struggling sm to find high quality mike gifs
MIKE SCHMIDT X READER
— NATURALLY MIKE DIDN’T WANT YOU ANYWHERE NEAR THE PIZZERIA WHEN HE WENT TO SAVE ABBY. HE HADN’T EVEN TOLD YOU ABOUT ALL THAT WAS HAPPENING UNTIL HE GOT BACK WITH ABBY.
At first you didn’t believe him, but he seemed completely sincere. Who were you to doubt him?
“Vanessa’s out of hospital now, I’ve invited her over for dinner.” Mike says casually one night, crawling into bed beside you. He draped his arm lazily over your waist, ready to get some rest as his eyes close.
You opened your eyes and your brows immediately furrowed.
Who the fuck was Vanessa?
“You haven’t mentioned her before.” You mumble, your voice barely audible. Mike opened his eyes and looked over your shoulder slightly to see your face.
“Hm?” He asked, not having had heard you correctly.
“You haven’t mentioned Vanessa before.” You say clearly. There’s a moment of silence.
“Haven’t I?” His voice was tired.
No, you haven’t Mike.
“She saved Abby back at the pizzeria, she’s been in hospital for a while since it and I thought it’d be nice to invite her over.” Mike says and you grow silent.
“I just thought you’d be okay with it.” He replies simply. Despite your apparent confusion you look up. You were okay with it.
“I’m okay with it.” You reply and Mike smiles, kissing your forehead and holding you closer. However you did stay up a while that night, thinking upon what he’d said.
The next evening you finally meet Vanessa. She’s so beautiful that it’s threatening. Mike greets her warmly and you begin to realise you’re taking note of every gesture and word he says yet you don’t stop yourself. It’s bad; you’re aware.
You, Abby, Mike and Vanessa begin to eat dinner, discussing typical topics about how life was treating them.
At some point, you slowly began to hold Mike’s hand, your thumb tracing over t o back of his hand. Mike looks over to you, giving you a confused glance as his eyes flicker between your hands intertwined and you. You’d never done that before at dinner. This was new.
Vanessa was friendly, she was nice. Yet you were still defensive. You’d tried to follow the same attitude but whenever you laughed or smiled it all seemed…fake, not genuine.
She caught on, and there would usually be an awkward silence to follow any conversation you had with her.
When the evening was over you’d began to get ready for bed. You were in the bathroom, washing your face when you looked up in the mirror and saw Mike walking to the bathroom.
He got in and shut the door, leaning against it so Abby couldn’t listen in. Mike didn’t look particularly happy. “What was that?” He asked his eyes searching yours. You looked to him and laughed a little.
“What was what?” You asked, your voice holding confusion but you knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Why were you being like that at dinner?” Mike questioned. He had no clue what could’ve brought on your behaviour yet.
“Nothing was wrong with me at dinner.” You assured him. He scoffed a little, looking away for a moment.
“Vanessa saved mine and Abby’s life. The least you can do is be friendly.” Mike told you.
“I was being friendly, I was talking and I was—“ he cut you off.
“Don’t bullshit me I saw that, you never grab my hand like that at dinner, ever.” Mike told you, his voice holding a hint of anger at your obliviousness.
You noticed his change in tone and your face dropped a little, your facade falling. Mike’s eyes softened at your face and he sighed.
“Look c’mere. I’m sorry. ” He told you, pulling you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around him and closed your eyes, feeling his hand caressing the back of your head comfortingly.
It took him a moment to put the pieces together. The fake laughing, smiling, holding his hand, how you looked at Vanessa.
Mike kissed the top of your head before moving away slightly so he could see your face. “Were you jealous?” Mike says with a smile, his voice holding a teasing tone.
“I— no I wasn’t. I wasn’t.” You were quick to deny; you completely were.
“Oh okay, okay.” He said, his voice suggesting he didn’t believe you at all.
You run a hand over your face. “I wasn’t that’s..stupid I’m not like that.” You told him quickly but he could see right through you no, his hand moving to caress your cheeks.
“You were, I saw you. You were.” He told you, laughing slightly. You weren’t though and remained doubtful.
He was quick to notice this and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Hey, she’s a friend. That’s it. I promise.” Mike assures you, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks.
“Yeah?” You said quietly, looking up. “Yeah I promise.” Mike replies, pressing an affectionate kiss to your lips. You relaxed immediately from your tense state and kissed back before Mike pulled away, a smile on his face. “I love you.”
“I’ve never seen you like that before it was weird.” He says with a laugh and you roll your eyes.
“I was hardly jealous alright.” You mumbled, making Mike move so you could leave the bathroom. He stepped aside, a laugh still leaving his lips as you opened the door and walked out.
“Alright, tell yourself that.” You hear him say as you walked down the hallway.
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