BRAWLIN'

reblog and bold your muses preference.

summer / winter / spring / fall

rain / snow / sun

lace / silk / cotton / velvet / denim

water / soda / liquor / beer / wine / coffee

breakfast / lunch / dinner

meat / sweets / fruits and vegetables

pop / rock / country / rap / other

staying up late / going to bed early

early rising / sleeping in

tv / movies / books / theater

extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism

love / money / power

having company / being alone / a healthy balance

dogs / cats

black / white / gold

for tattoos / against tattoos

white chocolate / dark chocolate / milk chocolate / none

city / nature / suburbs

religious / non religious

outer space / ocean

lots of friends / handful of friends / loner

meat eater / vegetarian / vegan

text message / phone calls / facetime

conservative / liberal / somewhere in the middle

belief in supernatural / no belief in supernatural

bright colors / pastel colors / neutral colors

christmas / halloween / thanksgiving / new years / none

FRIDAY

The long and short of it was, Raph was gonna kill somebody. 

This murderous intent wasn’t unusual for him by any means. Fuck, it was rarer for him to go through a day and not want to fucking murder somebody. The only thing that really made this occasion any fucking different was that it wasn’t because of anything anyone did. No one pissed him off really. No one put him in a bad mood. Fuck, he didn’t even get any telemarketers calling. 

But his head was fucking killing him. Absolutely fucking murdering him, and fuck did that make the concept of killing anything feel a bit more appealing. 

vanellope knew that she should have called, but if she did then raph would’ve picked up how hoarse she was, and how weak she sounded, and that her cadence wasn’t the same and van wasn’t ready to have that conversation … yet. the care ride over to raph’s now, that, that was definitely helping cut back the amount of time she needed to actually have this conversation. she would go about as slow as a grandmother which was rare for van since she usually liked to test the speed limits - they were suggestions in her book - but vanellope wasn’t feeling like herself, so things were different tonight, and she knew she wasn’t in the right space to drive. so she got a cab, payed the fare, and walked up raph’s driveway. 

she didn’t even yell through the door at raph’s adamant swearing and angry questions like she usually would. a million little quips didn’t even rush to her head; something was wrong, and van knew it, and soon raph was going to know it, too. when the door that she had just drummed her knuckles upon swung open, the brunette didn’t even look up. her eyes were at his feet and she needed a second to take a deep breath in. 

whatever he had said before the light turned on, vanellope wasn’t certain. her ears weren’t working right, neither was her brain or her eyes or limbs or truly anything because she hadn’t slept in a couple of days. so when her eyes flicked up to raph’s after hearing that last question, she just shook her head, chewing on her bottom lip. it was as if on instinct that van stepped further into his house, slipping past him, knowing that he wasn’t just gonna turn her away and she just had to get it out there. and she did, quietly, with her arms crossed over her chest protecting herself and “something’s wrong with me, raph …”

raph’s brows pull tighter together as van shakes her head, his gaze flicking from her bitten lip to the look in her eyes a few times as she makes her way passed him. almost anyone else would be chewed out for the casual entrance, but not vanellope. never vanellope, not seriously at least. but raph can’t even find it in him to make a teasing comment as he closes the door behind her, turning to look at her in confusion and growing worry at her stance. and then she fucking says that, and his confusion only grows. 

“...what’s that supposed to mean? there’s nothing wrong with you. who fucking said that?” raph replies immediately in confusion and initial defensiveness for a moment, because where the fuck is this coming from? he knows it wouldn’t be the first time people were dicks to vanellope for no good reason, and it wouldn’t be the first time he hit someone for it either. but before he can work himself up into getting well and truly pissed he looks vanellope over and tries to make sense of what she’s saying in another way, “...or are you fuckin’ sick or something?” raph has to ask as he raises a hand up to her forehead, and then her cheek to try to feel for a fever. the idea that van would come to him if she was sick is one that he likes, at least then she wouldn’t fucking catch pneumonia and die, but... something about the way she said it makes him feel like that’s not quite the case. he frowns a second as he notes that van feels just as cool as she usually does, his eyes flicking over her as he says, “... doesn’t feel like you have a fever or anything... does feel like you need a blanket or something though, but that’s not a fuckin’ surprise...”

Repeating himself or being continuously reassuring had never been something Phoenix took much part in. Aside from telling people who checked on him regularly that he was okay -whether it be entirely true or not- saying the same thing again wasn’t something he saw much point in. So he didn’t comment further, didn’t defend himself on the fact that he was being honest. If it hadn’t come off convincing enough, it wasn’t something he could change -he had said what he’d said, and he’d meant it. The comment about his subject matter for his paper had Phoenix lifting one shoulder in a loose shrug, mouth twisting to the side briefly. “I only chose it because it was familiar.” He admitted, gaze on his paper again. It only stayed there for another few moments before Raphael’s questions had him setting his pen back down and replacing his writing motion with the carefully calculated tapping of his thumb against his notebook page. Two, three, two, four; he counted in his head even though his gaze was back on the other male across from him. “I’m double majoring, I like the subject.” He replied, pursing his lips before continuing. “College is about exploring, anyway, I’m told.”

Raph has to arch a brow at that comment, pausing for a second before he’s asking, “... familiar as in you’ve done a project on it before? Or familiar as in you lived it?” Raph pauses a second before he licks his lips, shifting in his seat as he bluntly says, “You can tell me to fuck off, if you want. I know it’s none of my fucking business.” And yet he was asking anyways. That seemed to be becoming a fucking pattern with him and Phoenix real quick. Raph asking questions that he had no business asking. Like why Phoenix always tended to show up bruised. Like who fucking did it. Like why he couldn’t know who fucking did it so he could find them and show them how it feels. Well. Maybe not the last one in so many fucking words, but that wasn’t the point. Raph had spent his entire fucking life happily showing no interest in anything having to do with anybody, and yet when it came to Phoenix and his shit, he suddenly couldn’t keep his mouth shut. It was annoying. He was annoying himself. But he’s luckily distracted from that irritation as Phoenix continues, furrowed brows raising as he says, “no shit?” Raph glances over Phoenix for a  moment before he’s snorting softly, lips almost curving into a smile as he gestures to Phoenix with a, “when people say that they’re usually talking about experimenting with drugs and sex, not double majoring in two subjects like it’s chill.” His almost smile edges closer to smile territory as he shrugs with his, “Don’t know why I’m surprised though, should’ve expected as much from you and that brain of yours.”

Leave it to Raphael to make some comment that bordered on inappropriate, even when he was in mild crisis mode not too long before. Shego couldn’t help the huff of a laugh that left her, the sound paired with a slow shake of her head. “I own a leather jumpsuit, it’s not my fault I don’t trust you not to fucking destroy it if I ever purposefully wore it and you had to take it off.” She pointed out, the same vague sense of amusement in her tone. “I’m not exactly planning on using this for anything just yet, considering I don’t really know what the hell it is, but who knows. Royal estates may have to keep an eye out for some fucking green light in their future.” She shrugged loosely.

The explanation given to him had felt like something he would relate to, but Shego wouldn’t have been surprised if it did little in way of meriting understanding. What was there really to understand about the abrupt glowing of her hands? She nodded her head all the same at his clarification, her lips pursing in thought. “When I shut it off, though, I kinda– I dunno. I’ve been fucking around with it for a lot of the afternoon, so it’s been on more than it hasn’t, but it’s kinda like, everything else catches back up? I kinda feel a little like– stunted afterward. Like it took more than I thought it would, I get.. off. I’ve only let it happen briefly so far because I don’t like that part so much.” She shrugged again, expression dismissive. “It’s also possible I’m overdoing it, because when don’t I fucking do that, but whatever. Aside from the point.”

She couldn’t exactly help the way that a light laugh left her at Raphael’s comment to follow. A brow kinked upward in question at him as her unlit hands hung at her sides once again. “I’m not gonna harm your pretty face, Raph. It’s like one of four things I actually like about you.” She rolled her eyes, though a small smirk remained faintly present on her lips. “I honestly don’t even know what it does to anyone else. Like, I don’t feel anything, but I imagine even just looking at it that it’s probably nothing, you know, soothing or anything.”

“What the fuck? Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this? You’ve been holding out on me, huh?” Raph can’t help but ask at that reveal, brows furrowing even as his lips pull into a sly grin. He arches his brows to bluntly add, “yeah, you’re right. I would fucking destroy it, but,” he shrugs then, eyes twinkling with some amount of amusement as he adds, “...it’d be worth it though.” Raph has to snort at the comment about Royal Estates, lips pulling into a grin as he says, “that? I gotta see. Don’t fucking go fuck them up without me alright? And who says you gotta know what it is to fucking do shit with it. Did Spiderman even figure out he was bitten by a spider before he started swinging off of shit and... shooting out webs? Prolly not.” 

Raph’s brows pull together in concern at that description, his previous ‘if it isn’t hurting her than fuck it’ position on the whole thing quickly being tested. He flicks his gaze between Shego’s glowing hand and her face, frown pulling onto his features before he says, “so the come down is hard.” Raph summarizes for a moment before he’s shifting in his seat to lean closer to her with a, “well, shit, Shego, you can’t keep it on forever. I mean, you probably could but fuck, people would ask questions.” He looks at her hand for another second, worry maybe looking a bit more like annoyance but, “... take it easy, alright? You’re gonna have to turn it off at some point, and when you do, I don’t fucking want you to...be fucked up or whatever. Just... be careful.”

Raph rolls his eyes at Shego’s comment, lips twitching into a smile before he puts his hand jokingly over his heart with his, “fuck, Shego, you think I’m pretty? I’m blushing. Come on, what are the other three, talk dirty to me.” Raph pauses at that, his brows arching for a second before he’s considering something. After about three seconds of consideration, he shrugs, blunt as he says, “Y’wanna try it on me then?”