#big idiots

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Poor Wicca is so DONE

Everytime she meets another member of the group she just gets more frustrated

[abraxos-is-toothless]

I have a fic request, pretty please! Andreil (ofc!) Anyway Neil not answering his phone (cuz it died, again, oops) and Andrew losing his shit and hunting him down!

Okay it’s 2am and this is finally, finally being posted. It should have gone up like a week ago but Tumblr wouldn’t let me answer asks at the time. I’ve changed this around so many times and I don’t know if this is what you were hoping for but I tried my best! I tweaked it a little too, so sorry.

Full Masterlist.

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This is Josten, I don’t want to talk to you so don’t leave a message.

This is Josten, I don’t want to talk to you so don’t leave a message.

Andrew had now called Neil’s phone about twenty fucking times and he still hadn’t answered; he always answered when Andrew called him. Everyone was in the lounge at the court since it had been at least four hours since anyone had heard from him. Nicky was almost in tears, Dan and Matt looked like they were two seconds away from calling in a search party and of course Aaron the asshole looked like he didn’t care that Neil was missing. Abby was tucked underneath Coach’s arm, her face etched with worry and taking comfort from the man. It was about fucking time they got their shit together. The man in question cleared his throat just when Andrew was about to leave and search the campus himself. “Minyard sit the fuck down, we will find him we just have to piece some things together first.”

All he did was sneer at the command but stayed nonetheless. He was itching to pull out his knives and bury them in something but Renee gave him a look as if she knew exactly what he was thinking and she shook her head at him. Nicky really was crying now and Andrew had to force himself not to roll his eyes. Yes they all cared about Neil, they were all his family, but with the reactions they were giving it was like they expected the worst. Andrew could not think like that, wouldn’t think like that because even though he hated when the idiot said it, he had to believe that Neil was fine.

“Who was the last person to see him?” Allison spoke up from the other side of the room, and so now it looked like she was getting worried. When they’d first gathered here it had only been an hour and she figured he’d turn up in the next few minutes. Oh how wrong she was. Matt forced out an answer, his leg bouncing non-stop, just like it had been after the riot two years ago and Neil had been taken to Baltimore.

“Uh I did. We walked to our first class together after morning practice.” Well that didn’t really help because the junkie had his Spanish class right after that one and then he usually went on his run after that. No one would have seen him at Fox Tower after that, because no one else was free. Actually that was wrong because-

“He was talking in Japanese. He was talking in fucking Japanese.” Because the coward that was Kevin Day had one of his classes cancelled and he’d told everyone he’d go back to the dorms and figure out a new drill they could do, not that anyone really cared. Before he could do a repeat performance of choking Kevin out, Renee was on him in a flash, restraining him from any movement. When Kevin turned to look at Andrew, he’d gone as white as a sheet, as if he realised what he’d just said and visibly swallowed. Andrew was going to kill him, and then bury his body where nobody would find it. Just as soon as the good Christian girl let go of him.

“What the fuck do you mean he was talking in Japanese, Day?” Andrew’s voice was low and smooth, promising a whole lot of pain if Kevin didn’t respond in the way he was expected to. The spineless coward looked around the room at the foxes, eyes lingering on his father, before turning back to Andrew and wringing his hands in front of him.

“When I got back to the dorms, Neil was already there. I was going to ask him if he wanted to help me come up with new drills and plays when I heard it. He didn’t sound like he normally did, it was like he was someone else and was talking in whispered Japanese like he was worried about someone hearing him.”

The fucking stupid asshole.

He was dealing with Moriyama bullshit and hadn’t even bothered to tell Andrew. They had agreed on no more lies, to trust one another. Looks like Andrew had made a mistake on that front but really, it was bound to happen. That was a lie, Neil was most likely in meltdown mode and had forgotten he had people who could help him now. Nicky was hysterical now and started yelling at Kevin, tears falling down his cheeks. “Well you speak Japanese too dickwad, what the fuck was he actually saying or are you going to wait another four hours to tell us that?”

“I don’t know what he was talking about! There were a few quick ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers and an ‘of course’ but he wasn’t actually giving information. He probably didn’t want to get into trouble.”

Oh Andrew was going to enjoy being responsible for the death of the great Kevin Day. Just as he was about to fight Renee to get to him, the sound of the door opening pushed through his senses and he swivelled to see Neil walk into the room. Nicky gave a cry of relief, getting onto his feet and joining Matt as they ran over to fuss over the redhead. Neil tried meeting Andrew’s gaze and smile, but all he could do was glare at the sight of those piercing blues. Andrew was quite angry with him, and he’d soon find that out. Wymack was also quite angry by the looks of it, arms now crossed over his chest and a face like thunder. “Where in the actual fuck have you been, Josten? And don’t give me any of your usual bullshit because it’s not going to be good enough.”

Andrew watched Neil gently extricate himself from his cuddly giants and sighed as he looked around the room at everyone. It was Wymack who’d asked for answers yes, but Neil didn’t look at anyone other than Andrew, as if it was just the two of them.

“Ichirou called. He wanted an update on his assets and to make sure we weren’t doing anything stupid. He also wanted to reiterate what would happen if we didn’t manage to attract pro teams that weren’t to his liking. I told him that he wouldn’t be let down.”

Aaron piped up for the first time since they’d all walked into the court hours ago. “It’s been literal hours Josten, a text to say ‘I’m still alive, unfortunately’ would have been great. I’ve wasted my whole day.”

“I know how long it’s been, jackass.” Neil snapped, glaring daggers into Aaron’s skull. Andrew was still vibrating with anger and couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Everyone get the fuck out.” When they all just stared at him, not moving, he emphasised his point by unsheathing a knife and giving a firm, “Now.”

Nicky and Kevin moved like lightning and were the first to leave. Allison smirked for some stupid reason, winking at Neil as she strode out of the room. Matt and Dan looked weary but still left, Aaron on their heels. Renee gave them both gentle smiles and nodded her head. Wymack gave Neil a stern look like he wanted to say more but thought better of hit, rubbing his forehead and mumbling about being ‘too old for this shit’. Abby gave Neil a few motherly touches, which the redhead flinched away from for the first time in a long time, and then she too was gone.

Now that they were alone Neil tried explaining with an, “Andrew I...” but he trailed off, seemingly lost for words. He didn’t have a chance to think of anything else before Andrew flung himself at his stupid junkie, fists gripping at Neil’s- no Andrew’s –t-shirt and burying his head into his chest. He smelt of apples and sweetness and god, Andrew felt like he could finally fucking breathe.

“You didn’t answer your fucking phone. Why didn’t you answer the phone?” Neil’s arms moved, one wrapping around Andrew’s waist the other holding the back of his neck, keeping him against his chest.

“Ichirou had a few extra words before the call ended. He said he was ‘sorry for my loss’. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about at first but then I remembered. It’s the anniversary of mom’s death. I turned my phone off after and just ran. I came back when I turned my phone back on and saw the missed calls.”

As much as he hated Mary Hatford, he knew why Neil still mourned her sometimes. He was slowly beginning to understand that what his mother had done to him was wrong, that she had abused him for years, but she was all he had known and was the only safe thing for him. He hated it but kept quiet, not wanting to get into an argument on the matter right now. “Just let me know you’re alright next time. Kevin heard your call, heard the Japanese. I thought, I thought...”

Neil suddenly cupped his face in his scarred hands, tilting his head back so they were looking at each other, before leaning in to press their foreheads together. “I’m right here ‘Drew and I’m not going to disappear again. I’m right here.”

The kiss that followed was soft, gentle and slow, so unlike them but it was what they needed just then. They need to be able to feel everything and to be able to feel each other. Andrew didn’t want to let go, he wanted to stay and kiss Neil until his lips went numb but exhaustion was a bitch. He pulled back, looking at Neil’s lips which were swollen from their kisses and he had a pretty red flush that had blossomed on his cheeks.

“Come on, let’s go. I’m hungry and you owe me ice cream after what you just pulled.” Neil just laughed and nodded, taking one of Andrew’s hands in his own and linking their fingers together, walking them both towards the door.

“Whatever you want ‘Drew, whatever you want and I’ll give it to you.”

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[eeeeenutbread]

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[abraxos-is-toothless]

Undercover- Throne of Glass AU (7)

Okayyy so, it might just be a bit of a filler update, but I am introducing a little ship here, because I can. Surprise!

Undercover Masterlist.

Full Masterlist.

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“So, am I finally going to get some insight on this whole name thing, or are you going to keep me guessing?”

Aelin stopped her assault on the punching bag, looking to the sound of that sinful voice to find Rowan in the doorway to the gym, leaning against the frame with his arms folded across his chest. He was dressed in nothing but low hanging sweats, feet bare and hair still messy from sleep. She must have woken him up with all of her noise, considering his room was pretty much directly above. Aelin had woken several hours earlier, sweaty with her clothes sticking to her body. The nightmare was a bad one and she’d needed to do something to take her mind off of it. So here she was, breathing heavily and mouth salivating at the sight before her. Choosing to ignore his question, she returned it with one of her own, slowly unwrapping the tape from her hands as she sat on the nearest bench.

“It’s five in the morning. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Fuck. She’d been down here for two hours. That explained why she ached everywhere. He walked across the room towards her, stopping just short of the bench, waiting for her to nod before he too sat down. Rowan’s hand reached out and took her own, making her hold her breath as he took over on the tape. He was soft and gentle, moving carefully, soothing her knuckles with his thumbs. When he was finished, he kept hold of her hands, thumbs still moving and she finally managed to drag her eyes to his face. He was frowning down at her hands, more specifically, the long slice in her left hand that was still healing. Finding her voice she spoke softly;

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

That frown of his turned into a smile, just a little quirk of his lips and he leaned back to meet her eyes. “That’s alright. I heard one of the twins get up just a little earlier. I found Con in the living room with Ren quietly talking before coming here. They make quite good friends.” He was right of course. Aelin had noticed the two of them together in their free time, but she could also see the subtle looks Ren would give the other man when Connall would turn away for a moment. “Now, stop avoiding. You said you’d tell me about the name.” She rolled her eyes as she sighed. It was hard sometimes to talk about it, and he was still fairly new so she didn’t really want to tell him. Yet, for them to work together, they needed to build trust in one another and so she had to tell him.

“Aelin is my real name. ‘Celaena’ is just my cover, but they all still call me ‘Ace’. But to be exact, my full name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.” She watched the way he began to nod before stopping short, eyes going wide as he pieced it together.

“Wait, you mean as in Rhoe Galathynius?”

She chuckled, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Yes, the one and only. My father. Aedion is my cousin. I’m honestly surprised none of you put that together, we look the same.”

“To some maybe, but personally, I don’t think that anyone could compare to you.” Aelin almost choked a little, eyes widening, and mouth open but no words left her. Rowan never looked away, just continued to stare at her with those beautifully bright green eyes. Taking a few deep breaths she tried to joke;

“You’re just saying that to cover up. You just don’t want me to tell Lys she might have to start competing for Aedion’s affections.” It worked because he laughed but that didn’t help her situation. His laugh was deep, rumbling and Aelin suddenly wanted to feel the vibrations it would have emitted over certain places on her body. She squeezed her thighs together and rubbed them, noting the way his eyes darkened when he caught the movement. Gods above, she needed some self control over her traitorous thoughts. Clearing her throat, she decided to put them back on track before she snapped. “I was around nine or ten when it happened. People who hated my family had broken into the house.” Her voice turned hard, reliving some of her worst memories. “My parents had a plan of course, if something like that were to happen. Elide’s mother had woken me in the middle of the night, getting me out of the house as fast as she could as my mother had asked. I was put into a car with some of his men to get me away.” She hadn’t realised her hands were shaking until Rowan started rubbing his thumb across her knuckles again. Aelin felt him move close, basically pressed up against her side and the heat radiating off of him was comforting, along with that lovely scent of pine trees.

“You don’t have to keep going, it’s alright.” She shook her head. It was only fair she gave him something in return for that night in the garden, besides, she’d already started now.

“The car was run off of the road somewhere, into some abandoned building site. I was told to stay in the car and when I was left alone all I could hear were gunshots. I hid on the floor between the seats but after that everything was blank, until I woke up in a random house. There was a young man with red hair, Arobynn, telling me that I was ‘safe’ now.” Aelin leaned into Rowan, feeling him lift his arm and wrapping it around her shoulders. “I wasn’t safe there at all.” Once upon she had thought it was safe, whenever she was with Sam, until all of that went to shit too.

“You’re safe now, you’re safe from him.” Oh, how desperately did she wish that was true.

“But I’m not Rowan, I’m not. You personally have seen what he’s been trying to do. He was going to kill Chaol and Yrene, kill the goddamn baby. Everyone knows I do not tolerate the harming of children. I’ll go back, if it means keeping everyone safe, I’ll go back to him.” She’d go back and be another one of his things again, his so-called Queen. The man next to her looked angry now, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. Rowan took controlled breaths before he spoke, voice hard and determined.

“No. We won’t let him have you. I won’t let him have you.” If only it were that easy.

“You won’t have a choice,” she breathed, “he’ll kill you all of-”

Aelin was cut off when Rowan pressed his hand over her mouth. Apart from the few calluses, his skin was soft and she wanted to feel more. “No, I don’t want to hear it. Everything will be fine.”

“Okay, okay.” She relented, figuring it would no doubt be brought up again. “You want to help me make pancakes? Yrene has been wanting them a lot lately.” Rowan let out a sigh of relief, seeing that she wasn’t going to argue and nodded, soft smile returning.

“Yeah, sure. Although, you better watch your back, the twins might get upset at you for taking over their mother hen duties.”

“I’ve got you to protect me though.” Aelin said with a wink as they stood, moving towards the door. She could have sworn he was sad when he muttered from behind her, and she wished it didn’t affect her so much.

“Of course you do.”

It was foolish of her, but there was no stopping the growing feelings inside of her chest. She just hoped that in the end, it didn’t wreck them both.

oOoOo

Connall did not trust this tingling feeling he had whenever Ren would smile. He’d never felt like this, ever, and it scared the absolute shit out of him. They’d bonded the first night he and the other got here, over their love of books. It was the job, to get in, to get close and so, when asked about his interests he’d said he loved to read. Ren had perked up when he’d said so and had asked more about genres and authors. Oddly they both were lovers of Jane Austen novels. Connall had always kept to himself, considering in his line of work, they’d always looked down on him whenever he mentioned liking guys as well as girls. So he never went for what he wanted. But then Rowan agreed to this fucking mission and Ren had the audacity to smile at him. The two of them just clicked, in ways that were different from what he felt with anyone else. They understood one another and he hadn’t had that with another person, only Fenrys, but they’re brothers, twins.

Rowan and their new ‘boss’ had come back up a little over thirty minutes ago, disappearing into the kitchen as they argued about the best pancake toppings of all things. Aelin glanced in the living room as they passed, seeing he and Ren sat closer than necessary- Connall was nearly in Ren’s lap, they were that close -watching one of the Pride and Prejudice adaptations together and had quirked a brow. Connall had put a little more distance between the two of them after that, ignoring the quick flash of hurt and confusion on Ren’s awfully beautiful face. And really, beautiful might have been an understatement. He had no words when he looked at the other man. There was always an urge to run his hand through those long, dark locks that reached his shoulder. His eyes were a deep brown, warm and sometimes Connall couldn’t make himself look away. The scar on Ren’s face only added to the beauty of him and he wanted to gently trace with his fingers, and then follow the same trail with a soft press of lips.

“Con, are you okay? You’ve gone quite red.” Shit, shit, shit.

Clearing his throat and cursing his mind for giving him scenarios he would never get to explore, he forced out a quick, “I’m fine.” Even so, Ren slowly lifted a hand, pressing the back of it to Connall’s cheek, and he held his breath.

“You don’t feel too hot. Are you sure that it’s nothing?”

“Yes, all good.” The hand on his cheek lingered, twisting to cup his face gently, thumb swiping back and forth just under his eye before brushing a piece of Connall’s dark hair away from his face. His hair was the main, distinguishable thing between him and Fenrys. For one stupid moment, he though Ren might lean in and he let out an unsteady breath, which seemed to bring Ren back to himself and pulled away. Connall missed the touch instantly, wanting to bring the other man back in, closer than before and find out if his lips were as soft as they looked.

Feeling like the biggest idiot ever, he looked away before standing abruptly. Ren tilted his head back, watching him and Connall could see regret in his eyes, but only for a second and then it was gone. It was dumb to think he could actually have what he wanted, and even he was dumber for letting his feelings loose when in the end, Ren would be gone. “I’m going to wake up Fenrys, because if I don’t, he’ll stay in bed until noon.” He was out of the room and moving up the stairs as soon as he’d finished talking, ignoring the quiet murmur of his name.  Once inside his shared room, he shut the door with a resounding click, leaning heavily against it and closing his eyes. There was some shuffling of bed sheets and quiet steps before he felt Fenrys beside him, a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” Fenrys spoke softly, still a little groggy from sleep.

“This mission is not what we anticipated, Fen.”

“I know. I mean, those men they killed for attacking the Westfalls, I didn’t even care. I was glad. And strangely, I want to be friends with them all, I want to keep them safe.” Gods, what the hell was happening to them? Why couldn’t it just have been a simple, easy job?

“I think I like him.” It wasn’t what he meant to say, but it was what came out.

“Who is him?” Opening his eyes, he looked at his brother. There was no shock on his face, no sign that he was mad. He just raised a brow, a small knowing smile on his lips.

“Ren. But it looks like you already knew that.”

“I know you, better than I know myself, you big idiot.” Jerk.

“Rowan will kill us, if he knows we’re slipping. But I can’t help it, they’re just...he’s just...” Fenrys’ hand moved to hold the back of his neck, pulling him in so their foreheads touched. They were the same, yet they were opposite, staring at one another.

“I am your brother, and I’ll always choose you, no matter what you do. We’ll be okay, in the end.”

Every part inside of him wanted so badly to believe him, to trust in his words. Yet Connall knew, he knew this was going to change them forever. There was only one question though.

Were they strong enough to deal with the fallout?

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[abraxos-is-toothless]

Batboys shenanigans

You want shenanigans, I give you shenanigans:) Side Note it became AU I’m sorry.

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“No, we’re not doing it.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“I’ll tell Feyre about that time I caught you in her underwear.”

Rhys hesitated and then, “Fine, okay.”

Cassian let out a loud ‘whoo!’ and ran off to to grab the stupid shopping trolley. Azriel just stared at him with a disapproving look. They were all at Azriel’s cabin that his mother owned for summer break and the girls were all inside for ‘girl time’, shoving them outside. They’d been out here for a a week now and the other night, the boys had gotten drunk before they all went shopping for food, somehow bringing the damn trolley home.

It was a private Cabin with a long drive leading up to it, and further down the hill on the other side, at the bottom of a ridiculously steep path, was a smaller little summer house and a hottub. Cassian had the stupid idea of sitting in the trolley and asking if he and Az would push him down. It was going to end badly, he knew, but Feyre could not know about the underwear incident.

“He’s going to crash, go flying out of the fucking thing, and the girls are going to kill us. The last time he did dumb shit like this, Elain cut me off for a week because I didn’t stop him. Rhys, a whole week.” Azriel complained, moving to Rhys’ left side as they watched Cassian bring the trolley towards them, face full of glee.

“Cut you off from what?”

“Sex. No sex Rhys. I had to sit there one day as she walked around in some very revealing night gowns, teasing me as she-”

“Okay! I get it. I do not want that image, thank you very much.” Azriel was the only one that didn’t live at the college dorms, being able to afford his own apartment. Rhys did not want to know what they got up to, for the fear of seeing it when ever he went over there.

Cass was finally back in front of them, climbing in his new death contraption, before eagerly looking towards them both. “C’mon lets go!” Rhys walked behin him slowly, grasping it with his hands, swallowing hard as he turned his head back to Azriel. The other man was shaking his head almost begging him not to do it. Gods help him.

“Ready Cass?”

“Yes!”

“Three, two!” He didn’t give Cassian the chance to prepare for it, just pushed before he could expect it.

“Fuck, shit!” Cassian shouted the whole way down, acting as if he was on a damn rollercoaster. Azriel was muttering under his breath, complaing about blue balls and skimpy blue night gowns. There must have been a rock on the path, as they both watched, holding theirs breaths as their friend screamed and was flung from the trolley, disappearing between some trees. The trolley crashed into the small fence at the bottom quite loudly. The shouts of “what in the flying fuck?” that were getting closer alerted him that the girls had heard.

Not good.

“So help me god, Azriel, if that’s Cassian screaming then you are so dead.” Azriel let out a little whimper, burying his face in his hands and Rhys winced, meeting the gaze of his own girlfriend. Hell, she was pissed. Nesta was worse, already storming down the path, straight for Cassian who’d come out of the treeline grinning and was covered in cuts.

Elain had just clapped Az over the back of the head, about to drag him back inside when his brother stopped and looked between Feyre and Rhys a few times before he smirked.

Oh no, no, no, no.

“Feyre, dearest, how would you like to hear about Rhys in your underwear?” Feyre cackled beside him, and he wanted so desperately for the ground to swallow him whole.

That was the last time he listend to Cassian.

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Heheh, silly boys;)

[mctoews]

I go pack my lunch and cleaning out the litter box to this shit

guess I need another scooper

[fluffycloudhead]

So, appearantly it's now misgendering when you use "they/them" for someone whose pronouns you don't know, when they don't use "they/them"...

Some people really need to touch grass, I beg you...