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I Still Need You

Rise!Leo X Injured!Reader (Part 2)

Warnings ⚠️: strong language, mentions of trauma

Part 1 here

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Anger—no, malice suddenly consumed Leo as he stared daggers into the back of Donnie’s head. Who the fuck did he think he was? “They were mine before they were yours”. (Y/N) had always been his. And why did he feel the need to bring it up at this moment in time? What was his point in saying that?

Malice soon took control of his body as he flew past the glass doors, charging at his older twin.

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Before Donnie could turn around, Leo struck the back of his head, his goggles flying off. Glass cascaded as the lenses shattered against the concrete floor.

The purple clad turtle spun around, pushing Leo away before charging at him. In his mind, this fight was a long time awaiting. He had always somewhat hated his brother for taking away his friend the way he did. In the back of his mind, though, he knew this fight was stupid and wouldn’t get them anywhere. But he also knew that Leo wasn’t going to back down.

At this point, Leo didn’t care if the fight was stupid or not. There was one thing keeping him from his partner, and that was Donnie. And to claim ownership over them—whether it was a current feeling or not—pissed him off beyond belief.

The twins scuffled for a bit until Donnie eventually landed a blow, punching his brother across the face. Leo exclaimed as he forced the scientist onto his back, straddling him and raising his fist up. Donnie had never seen that look on his brother’s face: the look of genuine hate. He wanted to hurt him.

Leo huffed in an attempt to catch his breath as he stared down at his brother. The only way he could describe his face was pure contempt. Neither of the twins had acted like this before, especially over a person. This wasn’t normal.

The blue clad turtle’s expression softened, slowly lowering his fist. He opened his mouth to say something, but pounding footsteps quickly neared the two.

“Leo, what the hell are you doing?!” Their oldest brother shoved the younger twin to the side before lifting Donnie to his feet. He was worse off: blood trickled down from his nose and his face was swollen, sure to form into bruises in the morning. Leo only had a swollen cheek from the punch and a small cut on his forehead from Donnie’s claws.

Raph boomed over to Leo and grabbed the top of his shell just above his shoulder, hauling him to his feet. “Are you fucking brain dead? I’m seriously asking because you think we’re all against you when everybody here has been trying to help you and (Y/N)! You’ve been stressing me out, Donnie, and Mikey with your melodrama, and now you’re fighting your own family?! You’re way outta line, Leo!”

Avoiding his stern gaze, Leo groaned, but didn’t say anything back. What could he say? Like Raph had said, he lost control and taken out his frustrations on his family. He just made their future interactions extremely awkward and tense.

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Another week passed.

Leo stopped sleeping at the Med Bay entrance. He hadn’t talked to any of his brothers either.

He was ashamed of the way he acted; of the way he completely disrespected his entire family over a person he only met two years ago. Once again, Leo was blaming himself for everybody’s woes, but Raph had validated them:

“You’ve been stressing me out, Donnie, and Mikey with your melodrama, and now you’re fighting your own family?! You’re way outta line, Leo!”

The words weighed him down like drenched clothes. His heart crawl into his stomach. Deep down, the turtle had realized that his attitude was hurting the team. But he didn’t care at the time. (Y/N) was the only thing on his mind.

Suddenly, Leo’s self-deprecation was interrupted by the oldest of the four clearing his throat. The blue clad turtle glanced up at him for a split second, then returning his to the floor.

Raphael sighed at his little brother’s demeanor. He sat next to him on the edge of his bed, grumbling at the mass amount of empty soda cans and food wrappers scattered about the room. The two sat in silence for several minutes. Usually, Raph would know what to say when he and his brothers were feuding, but this was different.

None of his brothers had ever drawn blood. Maybe the occasional bruise or light scratch, but nothing more. Before the oldest had thrown Leo against the wall, his expression was something out of a horror movie. For a moment, he was scared. Scared of his own brother.

Back at the lab, Donnie retold the story of how it all began. The red clad turtle didn’t completely understand Donnie, Leo, and (Y/N)’s dynamic, but he understood where both twins were coming from. Sort of.

Strangely, though, the scientist didn’t seem angry at Leo. He was more angry with himself for engaging in something as childish as a physical fight with his brother. And the reasoning? Even more childish.

Finally, Raph gazed in Leo’s direction. “We’re not mad at you, little brother.”

Leo sucked his teeth, not responding.

“I’m serious.” Raph said quickly as he laid a hand on his shoulder. “We never were. We just… didn’t understand. I didn’t understand. What you did wasn’t right but—”

“You don’t think I know that?” Leo scoffed.

The red clad turtle waited a few seconds before continuing. “—but… we know you’re worried about (Y/N). So… you can come see them now. We think they’re stable enough.”

Leo’s eyes lit up as he turned to make eye contact with Raph. “Wait—really?”

When the oldest nodded, the twin wasted no time scrambling to his feet and making his way towards the Med Bay.

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Inside the wing, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. directed Leo to the door of (Y/N)’s room. As he lifted his hand to the door handle, hushed voices from the interior.

“You don’t have to keep checking up on me, Don.” (Y/N) assured him. “I feel a lot better now.”

“I do. You just woke up. I have to look for abnormalities.”

“Yeah, but…” they sighed and dropped the subject. “I wanna see Leo.”

Donnie copied their sigh. “He should be here in a bit. I sent Raph to go talk to him.”

There’s a brief silence before (Y/N) said, “did something happen with you guys while I was asleep?”

Leo chose then to enter the room. He already didn’t want to tell them about the fight, much less Donnie’s perspective.

(Y/N)’s head swiveled towards the entrance of the room. The bandage across their nose and the ones wrapped around their head didn’t deter the smile forming on their face.

With a quickly glance at the two love birds, Donnie quickly exited the room.

Now alone, Leo walked over to (Y/N)‘s side and gently laid a hand on theirs. It took everything in him to not jump on top of them and hug them tightly, wailing about how much he missed them and thought they were going to die.

He instead lifted his partner’s hand to his lips, pressing a kiss against it. “I missed you, babe.”

“I missed you, too.” (Y/N) shifted in the gurney to sit up taller. They then laughed a bit. “You look awful.”

Leo chuckled, tears threatening to spill. “Not as awful as you. I’m not the one in the hospital bed.”

(Y/N) giggled before going into a coughing fit. “Ugh, and it sucks. It’s so boring. You should sneak me out.”

“And have Donnie and Raph on my ass again? No way.” Leo pressed their hand to his face, smirking down at his partner.

A slight frown adorned (Y/N)’s visage. “What happened with you guys? You’ve all been acting weird. And where’s Mikey?”

Again, Leo didn’t want to tell them what had happened. (Y/N) was probably one of the most selfless people he’d ever met, so he knew they would be upset if they knew that the brothers were fighting over them.

“We were just worried about you.” The turtle didn’t exactly answer their question. “And I’m not sure where he’s at, but he’ll visit you when he gets the chance.”

(Y/N) didn’t like that response, but they had other things to say.

“I’m sorry, Leo. For not listening to you.”

The blue turtle’s eyes widen. “What…?”

They avoided his gaze and exhaled, their eyes becoming glossy. “I should’ve stayed underground. I wouldn’t be like this if I just listened.”

Exactly, Leo thought, you wouldn’t. But that wouldn’t be productive nor helpful to them in this moment. “Hey, don’t think like that. You’re okay now, and that’s all that matters.”

(Y/N) grinned at their boyfriend before he pressed a kiss against their lips.

~~~

After leaving (Y/N) to rest, Leo sets out to find Donnie. He hated the tension between him and his twin and had to put an end to it. Donnie had kept his promise. (Y/N) isn’t dead. In fact, they’re alive and well. And it’s all thanks to him. He soon finds him in his lab working on another invention.

“Donnie.” Leo called out to him.

With a long sigh, Donnie turned his head to face his brother. His expression was the same as usual with a hint of annoyance. The older twin didn’t say anything.

Leo slowly made his way to his brother’s side. “Dee… I’m sorry. For everything. I wasn’t thinking clearly and I took out my anger on you. That was just… it was fucked up.”

The purple turtle unhurriedly glanced at his younger brother. “Yeah, it was.”

The few seconds felt like hours to Leo, so he somewhat repeated himself. “Donnie, you’re my family. My brother. My twin. I should’ve trusted you. I mean, look at them now. They’re fine and that’s because of you.”

“Yes,” the scientist eventually turned his body towards his twin, “it is. But I get it. I was worried about them, too. And I shouldn’t have said that about them to you: the whole ‘mine vs yours’ situation. I just…” he sighed shakily, “I just miss them.”

Leo nodded with a hum. “Yeah. I know how you feel now, but I never wanted to keep them away from you—or anybody for that matter. I was… I was being selfish. And I’m sorry, Dee. I’m really sorry.”

As if on cue, tears began to fall from Donnie’s eyes. That was all he needed: an apology. His tears triggered Leo’s and he pulled his older brother into a firm hug.

The twins then silently pledged to each other that they would never let anyone or anything come between them ever again.

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flabbergabst · 6 years

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Chosen: Chapter 1 (a cc fic)

Sara and Leonard settles in for the day and meets friends and families, all of which look disapprovingly at Leonard. Sara struggles to deal.

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Sara and Leonard had just entered their hotel room, luggage still in hand after refusing to let the bellboy carry it. “You just had to use Leo Wynters as your fake name, didn’t you?”

Before dropping a half of their team off in Central City, Sara made the team promise to keep a hold of their comms and keep her number on their phones.

“I’d like to have updates on your lives but please, no 2am phone calls telling us you miss us or something,” Sara reminded the team and nodding at Leonard. “I’m looking at you, Ray.”

They all chuckled, Ray included. “I won’t!”

“And,” Sara added before the noise gets out of hand, “enjoy your well-deserved break. God knows we all earned this.”

Gideon chimed in to interrupt the meeting . “Captain, we have arrived in Central City, 2019.”

Nate, Firestorm, and Mick and Amaya stepped out of the ship with their temporary goodbyes. Mick, raising both eyebrows teasingly at Snart, making a whip sound effect as he walked away from the couple, much to Sara’s amusement.

Next were those stepping down in Star City. Ray and Zari and Sara and Leonard who nodded at each other (Sara reminding Zari to call) and went on their way, hearing the engines of the concealed Waverider being flown by Gideon.

“I’m gonna miss that sound,” Sara muttered, taking Leonard’s hand. “But we deserve this break!”

“Oh that we do,” Leonard replied. “And it’ll start by checking in on the hotel I booked for the weekend.”

Sara looked up at him and smirked. “So glad I’m with an extreme planner. I won’t have to worry about our stay.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that, this early in our Star City escapade.”

---

Sara took off her boots and let her luggage fall on the floor. Leonard placed his own things down and started walking around the room they got.

“You know you don’t have to case the room, right?” he heard Sara say from a few steps away. “This isn’t a mission anymore,” Sara added, a small smile seen at the corner of her lips.

Leonard chuckled and walked close to her, enveloping her small frame in his arms. “Habit. Besides, I don’t know how long we’ll stay here. Or where we’ll stay, really.”

Tugging him closer so she could feel his heartbeats, Sara spoke. “Central or here in Star? Or elsewhere?”

“Nice for you to ask, but we both know it’s your choice,” Leonard answered with a smirk, earning a soft punch from when Sara pulled away. “But I don’t mind staying in Star should you choose to. Lisa’s not always in Central anyway.”

“Star City it is.”

Leonard smirked. “What a surprise.”

“Ass,” Sara replied and walked away to unpack their things. Leonard followed her and helped.

“Your family and friends are here. Made sense to stay in this city,” he said, taking the clothes out of their luggage and in the closet.

Unbeknownst to him, Sara was looking at him as he moves. His steady pace and the careful way he picks up his shirts. They could stay wherever, to be honest, and they’d be okay. Sara just wants this.

Later that day, while flipping through the channels of the television, Sara blurted out, “I’m thinking of popping in the Arrow Cave later. Want to come with?”

“Finally introducing me to your friends?” he asked, nonchalantly.

“You’ve put this meeting off for a long time,” Sara replied. “Since we’re staying in the city, might as well meet them now, right?”

Leonard stood up, heading to the bathroom, probably to take a shower. “I guess.”

Sara knows things won’t go smooth. She just trusts her family and friends to respect the decisions she’s made and the person she’s decided to be with. And she trusts Leonard not to go back to being the cold anti-hero that he was.

The bathroom door opened and what came out was Leonard already dressed, his nave blue jacket was on and the smell of his cologne drew her in.

“Let’s go?”

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“And she’s back, ladies and gentlemen,” Sara confidently said as the elevator doors opened. Leonard was trying his best to hide the chuckle after what Sara said.

“Sara!” Felicity peered from the computer screens. “You’re back!”

“I am!” Sara brisk-walked in, leaving her boyfriend to follow. “We’ll be staying here for a long time. Where’s everybody?”

Felicity swirled on her chair to face her friend who’s rushing to hug her. “Oliver’s at the office with Quentin. Laurel ‘s being her lawyer self. Dig is on vacation with his family, and—oh my god, that’s Captain Cold.”

Leonard was leaning on one of the panels of the Arrow Cave, looking like he’s been there since forever. “Miss Smoak, we meet again.”

Sara groaned internally and sighed deeply. “Felicity, this is—“

“Leonard Snart. Captain Cold. Believe me, Sara, I know,” the blonde genius managed to say. “He derailed a train full of people! They could’ve died!”

Felicity looked at Sara. She saw the former assassin’s face—firm and without any emotion.

“I know,” Sara said. “I know everything. He’s my boyfriend after all.”

Before Felicity can react to Sara’s announcement, the elevator door pinged and out comes Oliver and in under ten seconds, he recognized the fact that Sara is back, and also brought a known villain into their secret lair.

“What the hell is Snart doing here?” Oliver said, quickly walking towards the weapons rack to get anything.

“Nice to see you too, Queen,” Snart drawled and pushed himself away from where he’s leaning. “Canary here dragged me in so blame her.”

Oliver eyed Sara, who gave a look that told him to let go of the bow he was holding.

“How about you disrupt another city, Snart?” Oliver retorted at Leonard’s smirk and his calm demeanor. “Would it really kill you to leave my city and stay the hell out of here?”

Leonard just shrugged and before he could say anything snarky, he felt Sara hold his hand and tug him towards the elevator.

“How about we start with staying the hell out of this goddamned lair?” Sara snapped, flipping off one of her oldest friends while holding Leonard’s hand tight enough to make him scared that she might break them.

“Breathe,” Leonard said on their way to the rental car they drove to the Arrow Cave.

Sara still hasn’t said a word, instead pulled out her phone and contacted her sister. Laurel answered in three rings. “Sara! You’re back! Okay are you in the city or somewhere else in the world? Come on sis, I miss you!”

Leonard lets go of Sara’s hand and started driving. He tried his best not to listen to the sisters’ conversation, trying to focus on the road and willing away what he heard only a few minutes ago.

“Is Dad coming to this dinner?” Leonard heard Sara ask, her eyes closed. “Alright, alright. Yes I’m showing up. Yeah, I miss you too. Bye. Oh, hold on. I’m bringing a plus one—okayseeyoulaterbye.”

Sara almost threw her phone on the car floor, taking deep breaths while Leonard drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

“So we’re having dinner with my dad and my sister,” Sara said with fake enthusiasm.

Leonard actually laughed. “Yeah, I got that from all your groaning while talking to Laurel. I could stay in the hotel while you catch up with them.”

“I was thinking of keeping the family-and-friends-spite-my-boyfriend happenings in one day,” she replied, looking at her left to the man who never fails to make her heart skip a beat. “Just to get this over with.”

The man just groaned. “Or, hear me out, just don’t tell them about us. Hide me. Postpone the dinner forever.”

He’s making some light out of this, she knows it. But she really wants this meeting to work out. She really, really does. So she blurted out without thinking: “When we talked about having a future together, what I had in mind were, I don’t know, rings and houses and little baby shoes—not hiding you in my closet for the rest of our lives.”

Rings. Houses. Little baby shoes.

Leonard felt a rush of heat to his chest. They’ve talked about these things before as they were playing cards, downing bottles of beer.

“Come on, Sara, you know I’ll never give you a stolen ring.”

“No! Four bedrooms just in case Mick lives with us!”

“Wait until you’ve heard him snore, then tell me you’ll save a room for him.”

“Bartholomew is a nice boy’s name, right?”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

This was the first time it was opened in a conversation, although jokingly. Maybe it was a joke. Was it? The words buzzed in his head.

“Earth to Leonard?” Sara said, placing a hand on his thigh, making the man snap out of his thoughts. “We’re almost here.”

Six hours till dinner. Six hours till judgment time. He doesn’t even want to think what will happen the moment Sara’s family sees him. All he knows is he’s doing this for her.

---

Sara was fixing the lapels of the coat Len was wearing, mind out of her body, when Len decided to put his arms around her waist and pull her close.

“Hey,” the crook said in a low tone, “don’t worry, they’re gonna love me.”

Sara started laughing softly, leaning her forehead on his chest. “I’m sure they will.”

“And just in case something happens to me, I wrote you on my will. The Cold Gun goes to you,” Leonard added.

“I better get your damn gun.”

It took them an hour more to get to the door of Laurel’s apartment. When the door opened, Laurel’s eyes went from her baby sister to the man whose hand is obviously on the blonde’s back.

“Is he your plus one?” was the first thing Laurel said, not taking her eyes off of the man, whose eyes aren’t backing out from the stare-off.

Sara, feeling the tension, stepped forward and hugged her big sister. “I missed you, Laurel. You have no idea how long we’ve been away.”

The younger Lance entered her sister’s home. Seeing as how Laurel left the door open for him to enter, Len took it as an invitation to come in.

“Obviously,” Laurel replied to her sister’s last statement. “Long enough for you to find a plus one.”

Sara dropped to the couch and tapped the space beside her for Leonard to sit. “Sis, this is Leonard. From how you were checking him for weapons, I’m guessing you know him as Captain Cold. And no, he’s not carrying any. Only I am.”

She turned to the man who was looking at her intently. “Len, I’ve told you all about my sister Laurel.”

He stood up and held his hand out. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Laurel just looked at the man’s outstretched hand and before she could react, a deep voice called from the kitchen.

“Laurel, is that Sara? Has she arrived?”

Before anyone could even answer, Quentin was stepping out of the kitchen wearing an apron.

“Dad!” Sara immediately stood up and greeted her father with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I missed you a lot!”

“Oh I miss you too, baby,” the father replied, hugging back.

When the two pulled away, Sara immediately brought her father’s attention to the man she brought with her before her father could make his comments.

“Dad, this is Leonard. He’s my…” she said, looking at Len, “…we’re together. Been together for two years.”

Quentin looked at Leonard with so much contempt and disapproval that it makes Sara want to sit her father and sister down to tell them how Leonard isn’t the same man he was from their early perceptions of him from his criminal records.

Her problem is that she can’t fight them on this. They weren’t saying anything. They weren’t as vocal with their displeasure as Felicity and Oliver were. But it’s how Laurel look at Len and how their father is most likely cocking a gun under the table that kills her. Sara can feel her eyes sting. Her family’s talking to her, asking her about her travels, completely disregarding Leonard. Not even offering him food. Not offering him a drink.

They were through with dinner when Quentin finally looked straight at the other man across him. “So, Snart. You need my daughter to help you with a heist, is that why you’re stringing along?”

“Dad, please,” Sara said through gritted teeth.

“I’m not with Sara because I need something from her,” Leonard firmly replied. “I may be everything you’ve read about me and maybe more, but not to her, no.”

Quentin scoffed, facing Laurel. “Can you believe this man?”

“Dad, please stop,” Sara said once again.

“What would it take for you to leave my daughter alone?” Quentin asked, the gun they all know he’s holding now placed on the table. “Need to clear your rap sheet? Clear your records?”

Sara saw Leonard’s fist clench from below the table. She can already feel the tears close from falling. She knows Leonard’s going to say something, and she knows it’ll just make things worse.

“Dad!” Sara yelled, silencing the table. “Can’t a person just be with me because they want to actually be with me? Is the idea of someone sticking with an assassin so absurd to you that you think Leonard needs a reason to be with me?”

“That’s not…”

“Of all the people who I hope will be happy that I’m happy, I really thought it would be my family,” Sara said.

She looked at Leonard whose beautiful blue eyes speak volumes, eyes telling her that he’s okay. Eyes telling her that the hotel room they’ve only been in for only a couple of hours could serve comfort for her tonight.

“I’m sorry,” Sara whispered to Leonard, who shook his head, refusing to accept the apology she shouldn’t be giving. “Let’s go?”

Leonard nodded and stood up from where he was sitting. “Thanks for the dinner. The meal was lovely.”

He laid a hand on Sara’s shoulder, prompting her to stand up, too. Without saying another word. They exited the dining room, Len kissing Sara’s temple. Quentin and Laurel saw the sweet kiss, noting the small vulnerability the man showed and immediately tucking it away.

---

Leonard handed the tub of ice cream he just opened and a spoon to the woman sitting on the hotel bed, back against the headboard.

“Here you go,” he said as he climbed beside her, “since we missed dessert in your sister’s place.”

“Thank you,” she quietly replied, hand outstretched but eyes not leaving the television screen that’s showing an old action film.

Leonard raised the blanket to their chests as he slipped down to be the same level as Sara. Sara moved forward as to not have ice cream on her shirt or her blanket. Len took this as an opportunity to rub his left hand on her back, staring at her rather than the movie they were watching.

“Want the last bite?” Sara looked back at him, raising a spoon to his mouth. He took the spoonful of ice cream and waited for Sara to place the empty tub on the bedside table before tugging her down and close to his body.

“I’m guessing this is more comfortable,” Len said once Sara settled, curled beside him with her head on his shoulder.

She nodded, grabbing his arm that’s on his waist and pulled him closer. “Warmer, too.”

The credits of the movie was rolling and Sara apparently decided that Len’s jaw is more interesting. “Hey,” she said, fingertips dancing on his jaw. “I’m sorry about earlier. From the Arrow Cave to the dinner.”

“It’s not like it’s a surprise to me,” Leonard answered, stroking the woman’s wavy blonde hair. “Your Arrow friends fight criminals on a daily basis and so do your dad and sister. They see a criminal and their instincts just kicked in.”

Sara burrowed her head deeper on the crook of his neck. Len placed a kiss on top of her head as a response. “I’m alright so don’t worry about it, okay?”

When Sara didn’t respond, Leonard continued. “You can tell your Queen friend that I’ve cased his little lair and found nothing I could steal so I wouldn’t be dropping by so soon.”

Still, nothing from her.

“And you did help me once in liberating a diamond-studded necklace so I guess your father was right,” he added, listening for any reaction.

Sara wanted to just pretend that she’s asleep. She wanted to will the memory of the day away and pretend that like any other thing in the world, that it doesn’t bother her. But it does. It took so much time for both of them to realize that they deserve to be happy and that they both deserve the love from each other. And it hurts that people she love are invalidating that.

“Sara?”

“Hm?” she finally responded.

“I’m okay.”

Sara closed her eyes. She knows if she looks at him, she’ll cry and he’ll start to worry and things will plummet from there.

“Okay,” Sara resigned.

“So, apartments?” Sara broke whatever emotional build-up there was. They haven’t even been in the city for 24 hours.

Leonard already had his eyes closed, breathing started to even out. “I have a safehouse here in Star.”

Sara raised her head and the loss of weight on Leonard’s shoulders made the crook open his eyes. “You’re not making me live in a secret and probably dirty safehouse, are you?”

Len knows she’s kidding. She’d never complain wherever they’ll stay. Still, they’re starting anew.

“Have you met me?” he asked, an eyebrow up. “I started looking earlier. I’ll run them by you tomorrow, Captain.”

Sara chuckled at his last remark. She felt his hand sneak under her shirt from the back, rubbing her back just like what he always does, soothing her to sleep.

Maybe she’ll get a few hours of just the two of them. Sounds nice.

Irregular updates.

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blessedsinnersrp-blog · 7 years

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Follow your fellow sheep down to the slaughter, Lennon.

You’ve been accepted as Colette Young with the FC Emmy Rossum. Saying wow five hundred times would not adequately describe how we felt about your audition. The depth you put into Colette was incomparable. she already had so many issues, and you were cruel enough to add to the pot. You are just such an incredibly talented writer, and we can’t wait to watch this town devour your characters.

Please send in your account within the next twenty-four hours.

desired character → colette wanda young

face claims ⟨⟨ please list 2-3 options ⟩⟩ → emmy rossum, phoebe tonkin

why do you want this character → Colette is a fascinating character to me; her skeleton suggests that there is a lot more than what meets the eye which I positively love. It’s not that she’s stronger than she seems, it’s that she is likely weaker. The first bullet point suggests someone who is fearless and blunt, but the fact that she allows these men to walk all over her suggest something else. She reminds me a lot of the women I grew up around- truly southern women. Not the bless your heart church goers, but the redneck wives that are tough as nails but ‘know their place.’ I have a love/hate relationship with that trope and I wanted to try to make it my own.

character quote ⟨⟨ this can be dialogue that your character has said, a song lyric, etc. just something that catches the vibe of your person ⟩⟩ → i have survived so many fires, i can no longer tell if i am alive or still burning

possible future plot ideas ⟨⟨ this could be pertaining to a certain direction you wish to take your character as well as connections and potential plots with other characters ⟩⟩ →

I’m still trying to feather out exactly where I think Colette would go but I do have a few basic connections with most of the groups already existing in bumfuck.

i. The MCs; Obviously, she works for them, she fears them in her own way, and she fucking despises them. I would love to see how her interactions differ between the older more racist members and the newer ones. She would be weary of all of them and I can’t see her being fond of Hunter at all- ‘yes ma’am. no, i don’t mean hunter- i mean ma’am. because like it or not having that name don’t make you better than me, ya’ fuckin’ bitch.’ Colette hates it when people talk down to her and I could see Hunter doing that a lot- doing woman’s work at all that. It would really rub her the wrong way because of everyone involved with the MCs, she would expect Hunter to get it. And the fact that she would treat her the same way as the testosterone fueled dumbasses, boils her blood. If anything, she might try to fuck Leo to secure her position in the bar, and to make sure one of his trigger happy minions won’t shoot her if she ever snaps at them.

ii. Church Goers; Depending on how long the members have been there, they might remember Colette and her siblings coming to church every Sunday. Or when they suddenly stopped because their momma was serving life in prison for shooting their daddy in the head. It wouldn’t be that shocking if one of them reached out to her family following the tragedy of their father’s death. Colette fucking hates the church and everything that has to do with religion but she likely sees a lot of them around town. She has probably butted heads more than once with Jeremiah and Juliet, which isn’t doing her any favors. As her skeleton stated, she’s likely served multiple church goers and she loves having something over the self proclaimed saints.

iii. The Law; She, like any self respecting redneck, does not much care for the police. She doesn’t trust them and even though it has been over ten years since she shot her father, she is still worried that someone is going to reopen the case of her father’s murder and find her guilty. No one, save for one of her younger sisters, knows that she was the one that killed her father. I would love to see that fear explored on a deeper level.

iv. Meth Ring; Her family- her father, her mother, her brothers and sisters- have all dabbled in the drugs and meth has always had a place in her family’s home. Her siblings have probably dealt for the ring before. I could see her father have worked for or with the ring before, but if that doesn’t comply with what you guys had in mind I totally understand. Either way, I think that she, or at least her family, would be well known to the ring. Remi is, of course, another connection that I think would be amazing because I can’t see how this relationship wouldn’t be toxic as hell. As much as Colette knows that she’s addicted- like really fucking addicted to the point that she’s turning into her dearest mother- she can’t stop. That’s the great thing about addiction, ya see. And she probably has a love/hate relationship with Remi, loves that he keeps giving her what she wants but hates him because she sees him as something of an enabler.

v. Other- Character Specific; Colette could have a very interesting relationship with Rhys, simply because he likely frequents the bar she works at and he’s associated with the criminal justice system so she already has a chip on her shoulder against him.

Other - General;

- Colette is very protective over her siblings, particularly her younger sisters. She’s acted as the ‘father with a shotgun’ for much of their lives so she probably could have threatened someone who was attempting to fuck one of her siblings.

- Colette is a sucker for a pretty face - well, not really, but she does get around a lot. I could see her having one or more fuck buddies.

- I can’t imagine Colette has a lot, or really any, friends, but I imagine that she has one or two from high school or childhood that remained in her life. After all, with how fuckin’ small bumfuck is, it would be impossible not to.

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tw: rape, sexual abuse, domestic abuse, abortion, murder

John Young, a cousin fuckin’ good ole boy, had nine children with Claudette Pickens; most of his kin were following in his footsteps of making a career out of being incarcerated. His fourth child and first daughter, Colette Wanda, was the apple of his eye. Of course, that meant instead of slapping her around like he did his boys, he saved her until she was old enough to take him to bed. The first eight years of her life were relatively happy; her house stunk of meth and cigarettes and desperation, but she thanked the Lord above that her daddy loved her enough not to put out his cigarettes on her arms. Her brothers got the brunt of her father’s anger, though on occasion he would strike Claudette with a beer bottle. But his daughters, his precious little girls, would remain untouched until a certain age.

She tries not to think about her childhood after her eighth birthday, the year John said she became a woman. The touch of older men is still enough to make her stomach turn and her hands twitch towards her knife. The years after that didn’t matter much to her. They were spent hiding bruises on herself and on her siblings, learning how to hold her liquor and when to switch daddy from bourbon to apple juice, how to throw a punch and how to take one. It cultivated a pistol in her mouth, one that caused her father to promote her from a bedwarmer, to a punching bag and a bedwarmer. Her momma was so proud.

Colette tries not to think about the years between eight and fourteen. She was fourteen when her father got her pregnant. She was fourteen when she had her first and last abortion. She was fourteen when she started sleeping with a knife under her pillow. She was fourteen when her father tried to sneak into her room and she stabbed him in the eye. He lived; Colette was in the hospital for two weeks- fell down the stairs, her mother said. When she came back, her father stopped coming into her room.

Colette was fifteen when she went to her first funeral. She was fifteen when her father was killed by a bullet that was lodged in his head. She was fifteen when her mother went to prison for life for his murder- one look at Claudette’s rotting teeth and arms covered in track marks and the jury couldn’t deliberate fast enough. She was fifteen when she had to keep the secret that still haunts her. She isn’t sorry that she took the shotgun off the wall and shot her father dead. She was sorry he was standing over her little sister when he fell over with a bullet blasted through his brain.

Two of her older brothers were over eighteen, but both of them were serving time when the rest of the children were left without any sort of parent to speak of. Colette and her siblings were ready to fight tooth and nail to force that state’s hand and let them all stay together. Fortunately for the Young siblings - or unfortunately depending on one’s view - child protective services in bumfuck were lack luster to say the least. No one wanted to waste the time or resources on children who would likely end up in prison and someone else’s problem sooner or later. Colette and her twin brother, Carl, were the ones to carry the family and take care of the younger siblings. Carl immediately dropped out of high school, but Colette attempted to stay for another year. Eventually she had to drop out to work full time. As far as her employers at Legs knew, Colette was well over eighteen, though most people knew that the eldest Young daughter was barely sixteen.

When she was offered a job at Snake ‘n’ Jake’s, she was more than willing to leave her job at Legs. The MC set her goddamn teeth on edge but working with limp dicked bible thumpers who got off on calling her a whore when they only lasted twelve seconds was making her go out of her goddamn mind. Colette never had the longest fuse when it came to… well, anything- she much preferred to come out fists swinging instead of taking shit endlessly. She figured that working with drunken patrons would be a slight step up from working at Legs. It takes every ounce of her self control not to crack a bottle of beer over the patrons’ heads but she’s managed so far. She hates how much the bar, or rather who owns it, feels so familiar to her. The guns, the drugs, the white supremacy- reminded her of daddy dearest and her brothers. As much as she hates her job, it’s not as though she can quit, or get fired- there’s not much employment options for a high school drop out without a GED or much anger management to speak of.

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i. She grew up with a father that was very handsy, to put it politely. People, especially men that are much larger than her, touching her sets her teeth on edge. Most of the time, she would unload her glock into their skull, but at work, she is unable to do so. That doesn’t stop the thought from entering her mind everytime an MC gets a bit to close. Her patience has never been that impressive, and it’s wearing thinner and thinner as time goes on.

ii. Colette wouldn’t say she has a vendetta against the church, but she sure as fuck doesn’t believe in their God. As a child, she and her mother would attend every Sunday service and she would pray every week to God above to save her from the awful monster that was inside her daddy. And she never felt any relief. As an adult, she is incredibly bitter about the church and any who place their faith in the old building- or the crook who preaches there. Colette is thankful that most of those high and mighty bible thumpers stay the fuck out of her bar. On the rare occasion that one of them stumble into a seat before her, she maintains composure enough to allow them to come to confession over cheap whiskey.

iii. Despite working for the MC, Colette is positively disgusted with the views the club has about… literally everything. Everything they spew is literal bullshit. She’s lived in bumfuck just as long as the rest of them, and she knows exactly how hateful this town is. She doesn’t agree with any of it, and she’s fairly certain that at least one of the member have caught her snickering at their dated ideals. She’s been able to brush it off, batting her eye lashes and flattering them with compliments until they dropped it. Colette knows she needs to get her mouth under control, for her own safety and stability. She might think all of them are fucking idiots that she doesn’t agree with but she happens to agree with living and having a stable income, thank you very much.

iv. She wouldn’t say that she is an avid defender of the second amendment but she is damn sure that she’s not going to get hurt because some cousin fuckin’ good ole boys come in and decide to test her. Because of this, Colette is always armed. Always. She always has her knife attached to her thigh and she keeps a gun underneath the bar at work. Every room in her house has at least one firearm, though all of them are hidden from the house’s other occupants.

v. Colette and those of her siblings that aren’t incarcerated live in their childhood home. Plenty of her siblings and cousins pass through the house when they’re out on bail, and are welcome to stay as long as they follow Colette’s rules namely - ‘you touch one of my kids and they will never find your body’ - but she is the oldest permanent occupant. As such, she currently resides in the old master bedroom, formerly owned by her parents. There are still bullet holes in the walls and there’s a stink of meth that a decade couldn’t waft out but she prefers it to the time that she had to share her bedroom with three or more people.

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