#after being shoved and beated by the world he grew up in and the one he was raised in

[pucksandpower]

Ruin the Friendship

Max Verstappen x best friend!Reader

Summary: you and Max refuse to confess your feelings for each other in fear of ruining your friendship. Naturally, Max chooses to ruin every date with another man you go on instead

You can’t remember a time when Max Verstappen wasn’t your best friend.

The two of you grew up together, playing in the streets of Hasselt since before you could walk. Your parents joke that you learned to crawl just so you could keep up with him.

As you got older, your friendship only grew stronger. You were inseparable, there for each other through all the ups and downs of childhood and adolescence. When Max’s karting career took off, you were his biggest supporter, traveling all over Europe on weekends whenever you could to cheer him on at races.

After he moved to Monaco when he joined Red Bull, Max begged you to come with him. “I can’t do this without my best friend by my side,” he said. You didn’t hesitate — there was nowhere you would rather be than with Max.

Now you live together in his apartment in Monte Carlo. Mornings are spent on his balcony overlooking the glistening Mediterranean, drinking coffee and chatting about everything and nothing. Evenings are filled with video games, movies, and dreams of the future.

You know everything about each other, from favorite foods to secret fears. You trust Max more than anyone else in the world. He’s your person, the other half of your soul. Sometimes you think you love him as more than a friend, but you’d never risk what you have. If you lost Max, you’d lose yourself.

Today is like any other day. Max is sitting next to you on the couch, focused intently on crushing you in Mario Kart. You’re trying your best, but he’s just too good.

“Yes!” Max pumps his fist in the air as he wins yet again. “Too easy!”

You roll your eyes and shove him playfully. “Whatever, I let you win.”

He laughs. “Sure you did.” His smile makes your heart skip a beat.

You’re about to suggest another round when Max’s phone rings. He grabs it off the coffee table. “It’s Christian,” he says. “Probably wants to go over strategy for the race this weekend. I better take this.”

“No problem.” You stretch your arms over your head. “I’ll make us some lunch while you talk to him.”

Max answers the call as he makes his way out to the balcony. Through the glass door you see him pacing, one hand waving animatedly as he talks. You smile and head to the kitchen.

As you rummage through the fridge, you think about the race this weekend. You couldn’t be more proud of Max and everything he’s accomplished. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t worry every time he got into that car. Still, you know racing makes him happier than anything else in the world. And his happiness is what matters most to you.

You find the ingredients for Max’s favorite sandwich — nutella and banana. As you start spreading nutella on slices of bread, you hear Max call your name from the next room.

“Y/N! Come here, I need your opinion on something!”

You poke your head out of the kitchen. “Can it wait? I’m making lunch!”

“No, it’s urgent! Just come here!” He’s smiling like he has a secret.

You laugh, wiping your nutella-covered hands on a towel. “Alright, I’m coming!”

You make your way out to the balcony, wondering what Max wants your opinion on. With him, it could be anything.

“Ok, what’s up?” You ask.

Max grins and takes your hand, his eyes twinkling. “How would you feel about being my date to the FIA Gala this year?”

You stare at Max, stunned. “Your … your date? To the FIA Gala?”

He nods, still grinning. “Yeah! It’s next month in Baku. I could really use my best friend by my side for moral support on the big Red Carpet.”

Your mind is reeling. The FIA Gala is the biggest formal event of the Formula 1 season. All the top drivers and teams come dressed to the nines to celebrate the end of the championship. Rumors always swirl about who will bring the hottest date.

And Max wants you to be his.

“Are … are you sure?” You stammer. “Wouldn’t you rather bring a model or something?”

Max scoffs. “Please. You know I hate those stuffy events. But with you there cracking jokes and making fun of everybody with me, it might actually be fun for once!”

You can’t help but smile at the thought of being on Max’s arm. “Well, when you put it like that, how can I say no?”

“Yes!” Max pumps his fist. “This is going to be epic. I’ll have my team sort all the details. All you have to do is show up looking gorgeous.” He winks.

You blush slightly. “I think I can manage that.”

Over the next few weeks, Max’s stylist comes by the apartment for dress fittings. You settle on a couture emerald gown with a daring slit up the leg. The perfect blend of classy and sexy.

Max lets out a low whistle when you emerge from your suite the night of the gala. “You look incredible,” he says, staring at you in awe.

You smooth down the front of your dress self-consciously. “So do you.” Max cuts a sharp figure in his black tuxedo.

He offers you his arm. “Shall we?”

Your stomach flutters as you take it. You still can’t believe you’re Max’s date tonight. Part of you wishes it were real instead of just for show.

As predicted, jaws drop when you walk the red carpet on Max’s arm. Cameras flash furiously around you.

“They’re gonna think you’re my new girlfriend,” Max murmurs in your ear.

You laugh. “Let them think what they want.” But secretly, you wish the rumors were true.

The night flies by in a blur of champagne, dancing, and laughter. You and Max stay by each other’s side the whole time, laughing and judging everyone’s outfits. It’s the most fun you’ve had in ages.

On the ride back to the hotel, Max rests his head on your shoulder. “Thank you for coming with me tonight,” he says. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You kiss the top of his head. “That’s what best friends are for.”

But as you fall asleep that night, you can’t help but wonder if Max will ever see you as more than just his best friend.

***

Not long after coming back home, you’re getting ready for your first date since the FIA Gala. After seeing you all dressed up with Max, your friend Julian finally got the nerve to ask you out. You said yes, partly to stop constantly pining for Max.

You’re meeting Julian for dinner at a nice restaurant downtown. As you put the finishing touches on your makeup, Max lounges on your bed.

“I can’t believe you’re going on a date with Julian,” Max says, scowling. “That guy is so boring.”

You toss a pillow at him. “Stop it, he’s cute! I think it’ll be fun.”

Max catches the pillow and frowns. “What if I took you somewhere way better tonight instead?”

You pause your makeup application. “Wait, like a date?”

“What? No!” Max avoids your eyes. “Just as friends.”

You feel a twinge of disappointment. “Oh. Well, I already made plans with Julian.”

“Fine, go on your lame date,” Max grumbles. “But when Julian puts you to sleep talking about accounting, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You finish getting ready then head out to meet Julian. He greets you with a bouquet of flowers. “You look beautiful,” he says.

“Thanks!” You reply. The date starts off nicely. Julian is a perfect gentleman over dinner. But as the conversation wears on, you find yourself growing bored. Max was right, Julian is really dull.

Suddenly, you get a text from Max.

SOS come quick! Emergency at the apartment!

You frown, instantly worried. “Sorry Julian, I have to go. My roommate needs me.”

Julian looks disappointed but nods in understanding. “No problem. I’ll walk you out.”

You hurry home, anxious to make sure Max is okay. You burst through the apartment door. “Max! What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Max looks up casually from the couch. “Oh hey Y/N. What’s up?”

“What’s up? You texted me that there was an emergency!”

“Oh yeah, we ran out of gummy bears,” he says, waving an empty bag. “I was hungry.”

Your jaw drops. “Are you serious, Max? I was on my date!”

Max grins. “Oops, my bad! But I saved you from dying of boredom with that guy. How about we order a pizza instead?”

You want to be mad at him for ruining your date. But looking at his smiling face, you can’t help but laugh. “You’re impossible,” you say, plopping down next to him.

Max just winks and hands you a controller. “Now come on, let’s see if you can actually beat me in Mario Kart this time.”

And just like that, you forget all about Julian and your ruined date. Nothing is nearly as fun as spending time with your best friend.

***

A few days later, you’re getting ready for another date, this time with a guy named Levi who you met online. He’s gorgeous with tattoos and an edgy style, totally your type.

When you tell Max about the date over breakfast, he nearly chokes on his eggs. “You can’t be serious. That dude looks like a complete tool.”

You roll your eyes as you grab your purse. “Don’t pretend you know anything about him. I think he’s hot and he seems cool.”

Max crosses his arms. “Well I don’t like it. How do you know this guy isn’t a total creep?”

“I appreciate your concern,” you say, “But I’m a big girl. I can handle myself on a date.”

Max opens his mouth to retort but you hold up a hand. “Nope, I don’t want to hear it! I’m running late as it is.” You give Max a quick hug. “Don’t wait up!”

You meet Levi at a trendy speakeasy bar downtown. He looks even hotter than his Tinder pics, with arm tattoos peeking out from under his leather jacket.

“Hey gorgeous,” he says with a crooked smile. He leans in for a lingering kiss on your cheek.

You blush. “Hi yourself.” Maybe Max was wrong about this guy.

You have a great time with Levi. The drinks are strong and the conversation is easy. After a few hours, Levi asks if you want to get out of there.

“I’d love to see your apartment,” you say with a flirtatious glance.

Levi grins. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He pays the tab and you start walking to his place. As you turn a corner, you run straight into someone, nearly falling over.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorr-Max? What are you doing here?”

Max steadies you with his hands. “Y/N! Fancy running into you!”

You stare at Max in disbelief. “Did you follow me?”

Max avoids your gaze. “What? No, of course not. I was just in the neighborhood.”

You cross your arms. “I find that hard to believe.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Levi pipes up from behind you. “Uh, do you two know each other?”

“Unfortunately yes,” you reply tightly, not taking your eyes off Max.

Max finally meets your stare, his jaw clenched. “I was worried about you, okay? This guy looks like bad news.”

You scowl at him. “That’s not your call to make. I’m allowed to go on dates without you ruining them.”

Max’s shoulders slump. “I know, I’m sorry. I just care about you and want you to be safe.” He glances at Levi again uncertainly.

You soften a bit, seeing the genuine concern in Max’s eyes. You put a hand on his arm. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but I’ll be okay. See you at home later.”

You turn to Levi, who looks understandably confused. You loop your arm through his. “Shall we keep going?”

But as you walk away, the playful mood from earlier is gone. Levi tries to make conversation, but you’re preoccupied thinking about Max and the sad look on his face.

Levi invites you up to his apartment still, but your heart’s not in it anymore. You make an excuse and head home, feelings conflicted.

Max is on the couch when you storm in. “Hey! How was the date?”

You don’t answer, just grab a pillow and start smacking him with it.

“Ow!” Max holds up his hands, laughing. “What was that for?”

“You know exactly what it was for, you sneaky jerk! Sabotaging my date again.”

Max grins up at you impishly. “Maybe I just happened to be in the neighborhood.”

You keep hitting him with the pillow, but end up collapsing on the couch next to him, both of you breathless with laughter.

“You’re the worst,” you say between giggles.

Max drapes his arm around your shoulders. “Yeah but admit it, you love me anyway.”

You sigh and nestle against him. “Unfortunately yes, I do.”

And you know that no matter how many dates Max sabotages, he’ll always be your number one.

***

After the last two disastrous dates, you decide to take a break from dating for a while. But your coworker Jess convinces you to give it one more shot with a guy named Liam she met at her gym. Reluctantly, you agree to meet up with him.

The day of the date arrives and you get ready halfheartedly, already anticipating Max’s attempts to sabotage it. Speaking of Max, you realize you haven’t seen him all day, which is odd.

You find a note on the kitchen counter:

Had to fly to Milton Keynes last minute for work. Will be gone all weekend. Have fun on your date.

<3 Max

You’re surprised but also a bit disappointed. While his meddling is annoying, you’re so used to Max being a constant presence in your dating life. It will feel weird doing this without him.

You push that thought aside as you head out to meet Liam at a burger place. When you arrive, you’re pleasantly surprised. Liam is handsome, charming, and easy to talk to.

After lunch, you go on a walk through a nearby park. You’re having such a nice time, you don’t even think about Max. At the end of the date, Liam asks to see you again.

“I’d love to,” you say with a smile. Liam leans in for a sweet goodbye kiss.

As you turn to go, you hear a familiar voice yelling your name. “Y/N! There you are!”

You whirl around to see Max jogging towards you, slightly out of breath.

“Max? What are you doing here? I thought you had that work thing.”

Max shrugs nonchalantly. “Oh, it got canceled last minute.”

Liam looks between you two, confused. “Wait, is this the dude you live with?”

Before you can respond, Max strides up and vigorously shakes Liam’s hand. “Max Verstappen, nice to meet you! I’m Y/N’s … boyfriend.”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head. “My WHAT?”

“Yeah babe, your boyfriend,” Max says, draping an arm around you. “Sorry I couldn’t make our date today, got held up at work. But who’s this guy you’re with?”

Liam stares wide-eyed at Max’s arm around you. “Uh, I should get going. See you around, Y/N.” He scurries off.

You shove Max away from you, fuming. “What the hell was that? Why did you pretend to be my boyfriend?”

Max shoves his hands in his pockets sheepishly. “I just couldn’t stand the idea of you dating that dude.”

“So you LIED? You scared him off forever!” You poke Max’s chest angrily.

He grabs your hand. “I’m sorry! I don’t know why I did that. I was jealous and I wasn’t thinking straight.”

You search his face and see real remorse in his eyes. Your anger starts to fade.

“Jealous? Why would you be jealous, Max?” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

He takes a shaky breath. “Because the truth is, I’m in love with you. As more than a friend. I have been for a long time. Seeing you with those other guys made me realize I couldn’t stand not being with you myself.”

You stand frozen, stunned into silence. Max rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Please say something.”

You finally find your voice again. “Took you long enough, idiot.”

And you grab his shirt and kiss him deeply. Max grins against your lips, wrapping you in his arms.

“No more sabotaging my dates,” you murmur.

“Deal,” Max whispers. “As long as I can be your one and only from now on.”

You answer by kissing him again under the setting sun. At long last, you finally have your dream guy.

***

The next morning, you wake up in Max’s arms, still unable to believe the incredible turn your relationship has taken. Last night after the park, you came home and talked for hours, admitting your true feelings while cuddled up on the couch. You kissed and kissed until you both finally fell asleep tangled together.

Now in the light of day, your worries start to creep in. What if this ruins your friendship? What if you’re not meant to be more than best friends?

You untangle yourself from Max’s embrace and go to make coffee. He finds you a few minutes later on the balcony overlooking the sea.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Max says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He kisses your shoulder.

You turn in his arms to face him. “Can we talk about this?”

He frowns slightly. “Talk about what?”

You gesture between the two of you. “This new aspect of our relationship. I’m just worried it will mess things up. Maybe we should take a step back and think things through?”

Max’s face falls. “You’re having second thoughts?”

“No, not second thoughts exactly. I care about you so much Max, as my best friend. I don’t want to ruin that.”

Max caresses your cheek. “You could never ruin our friendship. It means everything to me too. But we both deserve to be happy, and I know we can make each other happy in this new way as well. I’m willing to take that chance if you are.”

You search his earnest eyes. He’s right — your connection runs so much deeper than just friendship. And you trust Max. If anyone is worth taking this risk for, it’s him.

You take his hand and intertwine your fingers. “You’re right. I want to make this work.”

Relief washes over Max’s face. He leans in and kisses you softly. “I promise you won’t regret it. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever!”

You laugh. “Well in that case, take me on our first official date tonight!”

“It would be my pleasure.” Max strokes your hair. “Thank you for taking a chance on me. On us. I know we’re meant to be, schatje. I’ve loved you all my life.”

“I’ve loved you all my life too,” you whisper. And you know that no matter what happens, your bond with Max will never break.

The future has yet to be written, but you’re ready to face it hand-in-hand with the man who has always had your heart.

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[deadpool15]

Million Dollar Baby- Pt1

Aerin Creer shall be the OC for this fic. It will be in parts.

The outfit that she is wearing will always be in the pic above. the character is 23 years old, while Byeon is about 25.

All repressive characters will be the same as before.

So, you guys won her powers, which will be telekinesis

There will be russian in the story and maybe even korean, but I will limit it to little things.

I'm using a translator, so I'm sorry if it's incorrect

Age 9

"You all need to realize there are privileges in this world, and eating is one of them. So, hit harder, or you will starve." A man yells over all the chaos of the fighting children. I never learned their names except Alexi. My torment and pain were caused by him. Though, my entire existence was purely for kicks. Apparently, my overly obsessed mother believed she could create the perfect child for her husband or, more so, my father. He was a powerful man in a country where the only law to exist was his own. Some say he was the devil himself, but all my mother saw was the love of her life. Drugging herself with experiments and foreign concoctions to make the perfect soldier. She died during childbirth, or that's what I like to think. My mother died that night, and some women took care of me for 4 years. Eventually, she had a deal with some goons, taking money she couldn't afford. And in turn, they took her child.

A living nightmare, one way to describe my current situation. We are trained day in and out to be the obedient warriors that will be the next generation for Pavel. It's where I met Ryu Shi-oh or he met me. "Get up and fight. Or your a worthless fucking nobody and we aren't investing time in that bullshit." Alexi screamed at me, after being hit so many times I couldn't get back up. Everything hurt. They had gathered us all around to fight as a presentation to the leaders. Alexi told me if I embarrassed him, he would beat rhe shit out of me. What else was new, though? "Get up right fucking now!" I stared at the ground before something clicked inside of me. It's like I didn't give a single fuck about the outcome. "Shut the fuck up." I stared up at him as if looks could kill hoping he would explode right there before my eyes. All the children turned around, shocked, while stopping. Alexi laughs out loud before shoving me. "Get your fucking hands off me you little dick asshole!" I yelled at him. For the first time in my life I yelled. I was fighting back. Usually, I'm pretty sure he would love this, but since he had thr higher ups here, he was beyond pissed.

I could see Shi-oh in the corner of the room, motioning for me to stop. But this time, I wasn't backing down. Before I could think he punched me. Rocking my body all the way down to the floor. "The fuck did you say, say it again bitch. Go on, I dare you. I'll fucking chop you into pieces and feed you to rhe dogs!" The old me would've sat there in tears, fearing for my life. The silent room was shaken by my loud, obnoxious laugh. If there was one thing I had learned in my lifetime, men wouldn't like to be challenged. He stormed over to me and punched me yet again. Then, I started to kick me in the stop over and over again. Though, I kept laughing, refusing to give him the satisfaction. My ribs were sore, some probably broken before I grew tired of it. I started to cry while laughing, I'm pretty sure I looked like a manic to everyone in the room.

I started yelling stop, I just wanted in to be over. I was done with the pain and suffering. But he kept going, like always no one ever listened to me. Before he reaches to kick me again, a force pushes him back, clasing into the wall. A crack had been heard, and anyone could tell his skull had been split open. Though, he wasn't dead yet, no, not quite. I continue to laugh as everyone backs away from me, I see the higher ups standing from their chairs in amazement and slight fear. I push myself up off the grown and see Alexi. He looked like shit, maybe even worse than me. I turn to look at my broken finger and move to crack it back in place before it does it on its own. I hear whimpering, I turn to the crushed in wall. "Are you fucking crying, you have to be fucking with me right now." I laugh out loud holding my bruised ribs while staring at him. "H-help me." It looked like its body had been piered into the wall, I saw some of his insides. I went to turn until I realized he wasn't going to shut up. The constant whining from the man who loves man. How ironic.

I had no idea what was going on, yet for some reason, my body felt like it was on fire. Everything was so loud. My skin felt itchy, and my head was pounding. My senses felt hyper, and I was overwhelmed by everything around me. What the fuck was happening? "Be quiet....Be quiet." I just wanted it to stop. His cries felt like they were drilling into my skull. Yet he wouldn't stop. I didn't even realize I had thrown my hands up in rhe sir to cover my ears before I screamed out, "MAKE IT STOP!" The lights shattered to the floors, and some of the children dropped dead, with their eyes, nose, and ears leaking blood. Brain particles were scattered across the floor. Alexi was dropped from the wall, yet his head was still inside of the wall. Decapitated completely from his body with pieces of his spinal cord attached to it. I was so exhausted. I only remember myself falling to the ground while seeing Shi-oh running in my direction, screaming.

The Pavel leaders stood up immediately at the sight of everything around them. Some were in complete distress while seeing the future soldiers laying across the floor dead. Yet, the man in charge was only thinking one thing. Magnificent. He couldn't believe his eyes. That child had killed approximately 10 people in a room with so much as moving a muscle or a weapon near. He was used to good fighters, but this was a whole new level. She was the future, and seeing Shi-oh walk right up to her and help was just simply the best. The young boy whole showed promise faithfully in love with the girl who had mysterious abilities all in his hands. Seems everything would work out. "My precious дети." Oo, did he have plans for them. They would take everything, their futures were so bright. He would make sure they stayed on the path.

Present time

I stepped out of my car, grabbing my cat. All gifts from a certain someone whom I was visiting. Noticing a black jeep trying to be secretive, yet I paid no mind to it. Making my way inside of the building. Needing no introduction considering everyone knows who I am. Or just my status, one would say. "He is right in his office ma'am though he is busy with a worker." His secretary tells me while looking around nervously. "Never too busy for me, though, right?" He just nods and leads me to the door. We make it there with him trying to knock before I feel like this is all taking too long and pushing the door open. I hear him telling me to wait a moment, but it falls to deaf ears. I walked in, noticing now while he wanted me to wait. A girl around my height is sitting down, talking to Shi-oh. They haven't noticed me yet, so I sat there and waited in silence until she passed him her phone and he put his number in. Eventually, she leaves while she notices my presence and smiles at me while saying hi. I give her a fake smile and walk father in the room.

"The fuck was that, huh?" He turns around finally seeing me. Walking over and hugging while lifting me off the ground. Still holding me the air, which is easy due to our size difference. "My beautiful лепесток. What are you doing here?" I stared at him. He always had a habit of making it difficult to angry at him. "I was coming to see you." I motion for him to lower me down, and I sit my cat on the floor. Watching it walk around the office, I get startled again when he picks me up and sits down in his chair at his desk with me on his lap. "Before you get ready to hurt me, I was simply recruiting her to a higher position." I poke my finger deeply into his chest. "Why you wanna fuck her?" He slowly looks up, as if he is thinking about the question. While he is doing that, the objects start to lift around the room, and he takes notice. "No,I don't want to fuck her or anything like that. But she is strong, very strong. I've seen it first hand лепесток. She will be uselful." I simply smile at him before I peck his lips.

Moving closer on his lap, I start to slowly kiss his lips again. Getting lost in the plump lips I love so much. Before he reaches my face to take my shades off. He lowers his hands and grips my hips. "You are so fucking beautiful, baby. Why the fuck would I want her when I have all this." I start to grind on his lap, while the desk moves backward. Needing more room. "And don't you forget it. Gonna change the world, baby."

I'll post every Saturday for this story.

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[princesssarcastia]

things i’m still thinking about after my second showing of across the spider-verse

Ham and Noir never showed up at headquarters, but they showed up at the end when Gwen and Miles needed them.  I’m actually very curious about that—they both enjoyed working with Miles, Peter B., Gwen, and Peni in the first movie, so they don;t object to working with others on principle.   I wonder if their spidey senses pinged when Miguel or Jess showed up to recruit them, and they said no.  Or: they got all the way to headquarters, caught the vibe, and refused to sign up, not even to see their new friends.  Certainly, Noir is enough like Hobie to see the problematic elements of this place quickly and refuse to take part in it.  And Ham really loves Miles.  If he made it all the way to the part where they explain the anomaly, and how Miguel believes Miles fits in...I think he’d walk out.  My boy Ham would not have stood for that chase bullshit

(Or:  Miguel took one look at Ham and Ham’s world and said “Fuck that, no way.”)

(Or: Peter B. didn’t push for Miguel and Jess to recruit Ham and Noir.  Didn’t push for them to recruit any of the people he grew to love and love working with, during the collider incident, because he knows Miguel, and knows deep down that this environment is toxic, and not at all what he wants for them)

Which brings me to another thing I can’t stop thinking about: how Peter B. definitely knew Miguel before this whole inter-dimensional spider club got started.  They are definitely friends, or they were.  It gives Peter more leeway to fuck around with Miguel, and it gives Miguel more leeway to be an uptight fascist with Peter.

I also think that the reason Peter B. and so many other Spider-People buy into that bullshit narrative about canon events is because they, like so many traumatized people before them, want it all to have meant something.  They want there to be a reason, a divine purpose, a plan, so that their suffering isn’t pointless.  Peter B. has convinced himself that purpose makes the loss hurt less—and it’s not until Miles rightfully calls them all out on it that he starts to realize it actually makes it hurt more.

“All this loss makes us who we are!”  Bullshit, Peter B., you should know better.

We never meet another Miles, not once.  I know some people are speculating that 42!Miles was supposed to get bitten by that spider, but I don’t think that’s true.  

I think the Miles Morales in 1610 is something wholly new in the entire multiverse, and I think that should and does terrify the everloving pants off of everyone involved in the status quo.  In every peter who likes feeling special, who likes being The One And Only Spider-Man, In Every Universe.  In Miguel, who’s clinging desperately to the boxes he’s shoved the universe into so he doesn’t have to try and get better.

And Miles Morales is...oh, he’s mind-blowing.  I can’t stop thinking about the way he! plows! through! an! entire! multi-verse’s! worth! of! spider-people!  All of them!  It’s hard, but he fucking does it and he beats them and he’s RIGHT.   They should fucking crown him king.

Not only that—he beats them at the violence from the moral high ground!  He doesn’t give into despair, doesn’t take the easy route of “I couldn’t stop it, leads to, I shouldn’t stop it.”  He puts the onus on himself to do both.  To save the world and his father.

Miles Morales Is Better Than You

The way that Miles and Gwen seem to have some sort of trans-dimensional spider-sense hookup is so fucking cool.  Gwen stands in his room long enough to spider-sense out through the whole UNIVERSE and tell that he’s. not.  here.  they’re CONNECTED they have a CONNECTION.

Speaking of, Gwen Stacy is trans as fuck.  Claiming her now.

Hobie is a delight.  He sees, I think, what Peter B. sees (and what I think Ham and Noir see) which is that there’s something special about these kids.  (Obviously, that something special is that they’re the main characters.  But for the most part, Miles and Gwen are fighting head and shoulders above the rest of the crowd, and on their way to thinking head and shoulders above the crowd, too)

I wasn’t expecting the movie to focus on Gwen so much, but her story was heart-wrenching.  Her dad, picking her job over his daughter.  Getting a second chance, with some people she clearly desperately wants to be her new family, but that second chance is contingent on her ability to perform for the Mission—and comes at the expense of the only friend she’s made since Peter died.  And then...then she fucks up the mission.  And loses everything.  Big oof.  She gets punched in the face so many times, but every time she gets up angrier than before and starts hitting back.

#across the spider-verse #meta #miles morales #gwen stacy #peter b. parker #spider-ham #spider-man noir #spoilers

[lilcatdraws]

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Ledger!Joker x Reader

Warnings: Mention of child abuse and domestic violence

Summary: One night you get a little too curious and try to pry J’s past out of him. He gives you some information but there are some things he’s just not ready to share.

Author’s Note: I’ve been piecing this one together for a while now but I really got to work last night and this morning. So here’s y’all a little Sunday snack. Aaaaaah the angst in this oneshot. Don’t hate me too much 😅

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie @unholiiness

You and J were curled up together in your cozy bed one Saturday evening. J rested his head on your shoulder and hummed softly. It mimicked that of a cat purring. You basked in his warmth.

You were so lucky to be the one J chose to love. Most people wouldn’t get your relationship but you were fine with that. It was a bond that only you and J would understand.

You kept him grounded and from falling too deep into insanity. If something happened to you, he’d be lost forever. 

And yet, you only knew a fraction of the complex man known as the Joker. He was still very much shrouded in mystery. Who is he? What is his name? Where did he come from? What was he like before he became a criminal? 

You only knew what J told you and that wasn’t much. You knew when he was younger he grew up outside of Gotham (though you didn’t know where), his father may or may not have been abusive, he liked to skateboard, and was an outdoorsy kid. Between then and becoming the Joker, you knew nothing.

You understood that it was to keep himself a secret and, though he wouldn’t admit it, it pained him to get into his past. He wouldn’t even tell you what happened in Arkham. You hoped one day he’d tell you everything.

Why not get information out of him now? You had to start somewhere. Tonight was a good time because J was in a good mood. So you gathered your courage and spoke.

“J, what’s Arkham like?” You asked meekly.

Joker seemed surprised at your question. He was quiet for a while. Your heart sank. You hoped you hadn’t upset him. It was a sensitive topic after all.

“Uh, why do you ask?” He finally spoke.

“I-I’ve heard how horrible it is and I worry about you.” You replied.

“Well, it’s not that bad. When you’re locked up in a cell by yourself, it gives you time to think. People say that isolation makes you go crazy but that’s not true. Well, not for me at least. First of all, I’m already ‘crazy’. That’s why I’m there to begin with. Second, I like being left alone. If they forced me to socialize in the common area or go to group therapy, then I’d really lose it.” 

“What did you do all day? That seems like it would get pretty boring.”

“Yeah, it did. When I wasn’t drugged all to hell, I mostly just doodled in the journal they let me have. They didn’t give me anything sharp to use of course. They gave me crayons. I guess they thought I couldn’t do any damage with it. Jokes on them, I could do a number of things with those. But I, uh, controlled myself because I didn’t want them taken. I also daydreamed a lot. When you’re that bored, you can’t help but try to escape reality for a while.” 

“Did they mistreat you?”

J chuckled darkly.

Your eyes widened.

“Yes and no. My doctor seems to care about my well being. He makes sure that the nurses tend to my wounds when I’m brought in. He even had those asshole guards fired when they beat me to a bloody pulp. But then again, I was beaten, drugged constantly, they force fed me when I didn’t eat, stuck needles in me, and shoved pills down my throat. You know, the usual stuff.”

Your face softened. “I’m sorry J.”

“Pfft. What’re you sorry about? You didn’t do anything.”

“I know. But I still feel bad. Nobody should ever be treated that way.”

J sighed softly. “If only the rest of the world thought like you, y/n.”

You smiled as he hummed into your chest. It was quiet again until you remembered what you hoped to accomplish.

“What was your father like?” You asked randomly.

J stared up at you for a moment.

“Why are you asking me all these questions, bunny?” 

You played with his hair and tried to figure out how to best answer him.

“I don’t mean to upset you, J. It’s just that I know so little about you. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I’m just curious.”

“Yeah, well, curiosity killed the cat.” Joker muttered. 

His tone had gotten meaner. You hated when he did that. But you expected it, given that you were getting into his dark past. He was going into defensive mode. 

Joker sighed.

“Fine. My father was horrible, y/n, He was a raging drunk. He beat me and my mother senselessly. One thing I remember very vividly was him breaking a glass bottle over my head. I should’ve gone to the hospital but he wouldn’t let Mom take me. I probably have a scar on my scalp.”

J paused to gather himself and his thoughts. Then he told another story.

“Another time when I was around 16 or 17, he was relentlessly beating Mom. I can’t even remember what triggered him. I could hear Mom screaming from my room. So I went out there and pried him off of her. He then turned his rage towards me but at least Mom was safe for a bit. When he finally quit kicking the shit out of me, he went to the liquor store to get more booze like nothing happened. Bastard…”

You didn’t know what to say. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“My mom was the sweetest woman ever. She didn’t deserve any of that. I tried to stop what I could. But I was so young and I could only do so much.” Joker said with a sad sigh.

“That was really brave of you. I’m sure she appreciated it.”

J just nodded. He seemed lost in thought. You had the biggest question spinning in your head but you knew to ask carefully. This might just set him off.

“J, what happened to you? Why’d you become the Joker? What changed you?”

The expression on Joker’s face made your heart break. He jerked away from you, darted into the bathroom, slammed the door, and locked it. You wanted to cry. You felt so stupid.

Way to go, y/n. You scolded yourself as tears welled in your eyes.

“J, I’m really sorry! I overstepped. I shouldn’t have gotten so personal. I know how much it hurts you but I did it anyway. That was so selfish of me. I shouldn’t pressure you to open up. Please just come out. I’m so sorry.” You pleaded with him.

At first there was no response. Then after what felt like hours, you finally heard Joker groan and stand up. He unlocked the door and opened it. He glared at you. 

“There’s a reason why I don’t talk about it, y/n. I hate thinking about it. But it’s all I think about. It haunts me day and night. It’s in my nightmares. I don’t want to think about it any more than I have to. It would also reveal my identity and I can’t do that. I’ll tell you everything someday. Just not right now. I’m not ready.” 

“Okay. I won’t ask about it again. But I’m always here if you want to vent.”

“I know bunny and I appreciate it.” J said and pulled you into a hug. He kissed the top of your head.

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled into his chest over and over.

“S’okay, bunny. I’ve moved on. I know you didn’t mean any harm.” J reassured you.

He crawled back into bed and you followed him. You nestled close to him, burying your head in his chest.

J didn’t answer all your questions but you learned some more about him. He put up with so much yet was so full of courage. Even if he was a murderous psychopath, you had never met anyone braver than him.

#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #heath ledger #the dark knight #cross posted on ao3 #lilcat writes

[daedalusdavinci]

22, twobat. heard u were talkin SHIT

22. While someone demeans your lover, standing up for them. Either in word, or by physically placing yourself right in front of them as a protective barrier. im thinking about emotional dysregulation and a strong sense of justice and how bruce is the reason alfred lost all his hair. in the words of karkat vants: anger can be a love language. alksdjnfsldjknfs i am NOT editing this

You get in fights for him. You've been getting in fights since no one gave your parents a chance to, something in you quick to snap and your fists faster than anyone could stop. You don't know how many strings Alfred had to pull to keep you from being suspended in middle school, but you know it was a lot, because he used to pick you up with a sigh written in the lines of his face, white gloves hiding the tension in his hands on the steering wheel. Sometimes he tried to argue with you about it. You never folded, because you were certain you were right.

Your school records are a mud-stained mess of arguing with teachers, getting in between a bigot and a victim, and the crack of your fist against someone else's jaw. You grew up stocky and angry, and you never had a problem taking things outside so someone else didn't have to. You think a part of you still feels like if you take on every fight yourself, no one else will ever have to get hurt. Regardless, it means that the college you get into isn't near as prestigious as everyone expects of you, and you know Alfred had to grease a lot of palms to do it. You think he's hoping maybe you'll keep your head down for a few years, and the intellectual challenge will be enough to keep your fists steady.

But then you meet Harvey, and he's simultaneously everything Alfred wants for you and everything Alfred doesn't.

He's optimistic in a way you aren't, level-headed and determined, but filled with the same drive for justice you are. Unlike you, he got in with scholarships and smarts, and he tells you stories about the kind of lawyer he's going to be one day, and the way Gotham will change. He flips some kind of switch in your brain, and your plan for the future starts to take a slightly different shift, accommodating for a world where you're not the only one who cares. He motivates you. He challenges you. He makes you better, and you think Alfred would like the person you become when you're around him.

At the same time, Harvey's a brown kid struggling with some kind of disability you'd never heard of before you met him, and the privileged fucks around you can smell it. So you get in fights. You're so quick to snap to his defense, putting yourself between them and him because you've never done anything else in your life, and Harvey tells you he's sick of patching you up, because you're bleeding again and he thinks it's his fault and he's trying to make you laugh.

It works. It always works when it's Harvey.

In later years, they'll call him Apollo. He's the handsome white knight who brings light back to Gotham, and he'll find it embarrassing and flattering all at once. You'll tell him you think it's apt, and he'll shove you, laughing like you told him a joke. But in college, he's the sun you orbit your world around, warming you when nothing else will.

The dean calls Alfred after you land a kid in the hospital. He doesn't need hospital treatment, but his friends don't know medicine like you do, and they panicked. He'll be fine. Alfred still calls you, cold, clipped anger in his voice, and you feel like you're eight again, angry and muddy and past the point of reason, the crushing feeling of a meltdown spiraling past what you can handle. Alfred tries hard to be a parent, and he tries to be a butler, and you're his kid and his spoiled charge, and this isn't the first time the two of you haven't nailed the impression of a functional family unit. You fight.

Med students aren't supposed to hurt people. Med students aren't supposed to snap and beat the shit out of other students. Med students aren't supposed to have meltdowns, no matter how crazy the workload is, no matter how much injustice happens in the medical field alone, no matter how much injustice your best friend faces at the hands of people you're supposed to view as mentors. Med students aren't supposed to recognize themselves in the textbooks. The dean is threatening you, and you're supposed to shape up.

In a few days, you still haven't gotten over it. Alfred isn't talking to you, you're not talking to Alfred, and a call from Leslie only makes things worse. You don't go out of your way to pick fights, but you don't need to, because people seem a little afraid to say anything after you sent that kid to the hospital. Harvey tells you it'll blow over with a grim confidence that you take seriously. It sounds too much like he's speaking from experience.

Then, someone makes a comment about your parents. It's not a particularly interesting comment- you've heard much, much worse over the years, and they've lost a lot of their effect. It stings- it's cruel- but you brush it off. You're in enough trouble already, and you've never cared about standing up for yourself the way you do about standing up for others.

Harvey's fist snaps out before you know what's happening.

The kid is flat on his ass, gaping up at you both, and Harvey is brimming with rage. "Shut the fuck up," he says, thick and growling. "You'd be fucking lucky if your parents loved you half as much. They probably only sent you here to get rid of you."

"Harv!" You grab his arm, tugging his attention back to you. You're torn between shock and worry, but worried for him, and what this will mean for him once the stupid kid reports him to the dean. You think for a terrifying moment that he could get expelled, and selfishly, you don't know what you'd do here without him.

You can tell he's furious, but he lets you drag him away, ushering the both of you away from the scene before things can escalate further. You stand in an abandoned stairwell and Harvey's fingers clench and unclench in your sweater as you hold his arms, giving him time to breathe.

"You didn't have to do that," you tell him quietly.

"Shut the fuck up, Bruce," he scoffs. His gaze flickers up to your face, thumb grazing the bottom of a bruise that's purpled in the past few days. You didn't get out of that fight scot-free, but no one ever cares about that. Except Harvey, who always cares. "You don't get to talk to me about when I should or shouldn't stick up for someone."

You don't have anything to say to that. The words all dry up in your throat as you stare at him, caught on the heat of his touch, the soft brown of his lips, and the determination in his face, like he'd do it all over again. You've never met anyone who understood you the way Harvey does, who matched your drive for justice and inspired you so completely. You look at him the way an astronomer looks at the stars, struck by their beauty and complexity- understanding, and yet endlessly wanting to know more, to know everything, to hold something you don't think you ever can. "Okay."

Something pricks embarrassed in his face, eyes shifting away suddenly. You think his cheeks are a little darker, but it's hard to tell.

You'll think about that moment for years. For years, when you hold his face and try to figure out how to tell him all the ways you love him, and when you watch him become the hero you always knew he could be, and when you watch him fall, holding his hand in the hospital and meeting his eyes across a rooftop, you'll think about what it was like to be so young, trying to put words to the way you wanted to press your lips to his. You tell him, once, that you think you're always going to see that little college kid in him, and he laughs at you. His laugh has turned raspy after years of smoking, and the shake of his shoulders makes the chains rattle, but it's the same laugh. "Maybe it's better that way," he says, grinning. "We were two of a kind, back then."

"Three," you correct.

His grin turns a little more sincere, a little more embarrassed. He says his words like a tease, but it's only to lighten the truth. "We thought the sun shined out of your ass."

"That's just the light reflecting off of it," you say, and he laughs again. You still love his laugh.

These days, you fight each other. You don't think it'll ever stop you from loving them both every bit as much as you did then.

#i might be unhinged for this i might be unhinged for this BUT LISTEN #asdljnsdf i dont have anything id say this will find its audience but i may have doomed it by committing the cardinal sin #of second person pov in a fandom that isnt hs #i just couldnt get my head around writing it any other way #asks #tumblr drabbles #ashysiashy #bruharvey #twobats #bruce wayne #harvey dent #when is it two face when is it harvey youll never know oooooh #two face #ok im just gonna hit post and stop stressing over this LSKJDNFSKLDJFNSDF

[oneprompt]

HELLO AGAIN I HAVE CAME FOR ANOTHER REQUEST! >:D

Ok so I was thinking on how the Straw hats would react if their newest crew member was dealing with an a parent that was verbally or physically abusive and something accidentally triggered them or Y/N finally tells them about their past since everyone else shared theirs. I don’t really see much of fanfics of the strawhats comforting Y/N due to a traumatic event like this but I dunno I just thought it might be comforting for those who’re dealing with an abusive parent like myself

authors note : im so sorry you have to deal with such treatment .. just know that lots of people love you , and you don't need the approval of bad people , regardless of who they are to you. please stay strong my darling <3

ps , these are very self indulgent , as i grew up in a similar fashion .. soo , the reader is a bit bias to my reactions ;; my apologies.

CW : MENTIONS OF ABUSE. do not read if this is triggering

Luffy x Gn! Reader : Opening up about Abuser

- The moment you first tell Luffy, he blows up. He wants nothing more then to beat them senseless, to ask why they would treat their child in such a way. Luffy knows first hand how lovely you are, how earnest your heart is. Why in the world would anyone do such a bad thing to you? You're his crewmate, his nakama. Regardless of the tie to you have with your parents, the share of blood will never cure his hatred.

- Once Luffy takes time to actually process everything, noticing the itching fear molding your features, he holds his tongue. Luffy rarely filters his speech, making it very apparent that he was getting serious. He never felt the need to act maturely, unless it truly was a huge deal. And your safety was his number one priority. He may not be the best with words, or at comforting people but he does his best. Truly. 

- With a frown, Luffy shoves his straw hat onto your head, staring directly into your puffy eyes, your cheeks stained with your tears. With an abrupt swing of arms, Luffy captures your trembling form in an embrace. It’s still tight like always, but more tender then enthusiastic. For once, Luffy is dead silent. You can’t help yourself, feeling more sobs break free from the prison of your throat, cries filling the space around you both. 

- Luffy makes sure to praise you lots, after you opened up about such a private matter to him. He knows how awful you must’ve felt, all those years. Insult after injury.. That’s all your life was before this crew, wasn’t it? In case you’re ever doubting your self worth, or the things you have to offer others, Luffy is quick to clear those doubts from your admirable mind! He isn’t super wordy, so you can’t expect such an open display of affection but it’s love alright. Just- in Luffy’s weak vocabulary. It means so much to you, knowing you’re so cherished by another being. Especially the one who unknowingly saved you from that living hell, 

- Luffy is quite impulsive, not processing his actions or words before acting upon them. But he’ll notice if anything he does upsets you. Whether it’s a jumble of words or a loud noise, he can recognize that terrified gleam in your eyes. As soon as Luffy does notice, he’s right at your side, ready to give you a big, stretchy hug. He doesn’t mean to be so ignorant to you and your feelings, and he’s trying to get better with that... Truly. 

- Even though Luffy is a blabbermouth, he knows when and what to keep under wraps. He won’t even mention anything about what you told him to any of the other Straw Hats. Trauma is a thing you tell people in your own time, not something you have others talk over. Luffy knows that much. 

Zoro x Gn! Reader : Opening up About Abuser

- Much like Luffy, Zoro’s first thoughts are wrathful. He wants nothing more then to punish them for hurting you, testing his highest strength sword moves on them. Yet, he doesn’t verbalize them. He has half a mind to know not to say anything. He knows showing off such a rage filled face might mirror your parents, making you feel untrustworthy of Zoro, perhaps full of regret that you told him such a thing. 

- Zoro sighs, shaking his head as he pulls you close to him, allowing you to bury your face into his chest. He just holds you, cuddling you within the warmth of his bed. Slowly but surely, Zoro rocks you to sleep. He could tell how much energy that took from you, how much courage was needed. Zoro could tell how badly you needed to rest. And he wanted nothing more then to be there for you while you did, making sure he was there to ease your mind if you woke up, panicked by a night terror. 

- After you told him about your trauma, and how it haunts your mind to the point you often cannot sleep, Zoro began to sleep with you every night. He’d be there to calm you down, helping you either go to sleep or return. He knows how important sleep is, and he’s gonna make sure you keep yourself healthy. 

- Very cautious around you, when it comes to things that could trigger you. Whether it be loud noises, aggravated screaming, he tones it down, And Zoro is sure to keep the other boys in check, not wanting any of those numbskulls to upset you so drastically. He just... refuses to let those memories plague your mind, at least to such a panicky degree. 

- Zoro is 10x more protective of you now. Not that he finds you weak, no. You’re quite the opposite, being capable of enduring all that cruelty for years... you were the strongest person Zoro knew. He just doesn’t ever want you put in such a position again, for obvious reasons. You don’t deserve to be hurt, and you never did. Zoro would rather die then let you suffer again. He’s more then willing to put his life on the line for your sake. 

- Zoro loves drinking, but he avoids bringing it out when its just you two. He knows that alcohol isn’t all fun and games, especially for somebody with a traumatized psyche. He doesn’t want you developing an unhealthy coping mechanism with it. So, Zoro is sure to hide his sake beneath his bed everytime you come to sleep in his room. Even if you lack interest in drinking, it’s just an extra step of precaution. 

Nami x Gn! Reader : Opening up About Abuser

- Nami feels on the verge of tears when you finally tell her the meat and bones of your past. She wants to act mature and give you words of wisdom but she merely can’t, letting out silent cries as she glanced at you. You were so sweet and loving... what could you have ever done to earn such terrible parents? You two cry in silence together, trading glimpses of the other. 

- Once Nami finally gets ahold of herself, she leans forward, enveloping your flushed cheeks in her tear soaked palms. She murmurs to you in between hiccups, going on and on about how none of your trauma was your fault, about how proud she was of you for still being here. Nami knows how hopeless it is to be enduring that type of torture, especially for such an extended amount of time. Knowing you’re the radiant being you are now, even after all of that... she’s so happy! 

- Nami is much more patient with you, in comparison to the more high strung Straw Hats. She’s a good comforter, offering any support she can to her nakama. Once Nami notices that hollow look reflect from your gaze, she’ll urge you to her side to cuddle her. With your head in Nami’s lap, her hand combing through your hair, she’s sure to remind you of how loved you are. 

- If Nami ever catches you degrading yourself for the scars you got from your abuse, Nami will show you her own. Even if her tattoo hides the side of brutal stab wounds from when she was with Arlong, she knows they’re apparent enough to ease your mind, to make you feel less alone. Embrace them, as they’re a sign of strength. That’s what Nami says. 

- Nami knows how important alone time is when dealing with trauma. She makes sure to give you your personal space. If you’re cooling off from a breakdown, she’ll let you haul yourself up in her room for a few hours. And thankfully not even Luffy will come to bother you, as he’s too afraid of Nami’s punches. 

- She loves kids, and she always tells you how great of a parent you would be. Just because you were raised in chaos, doesn’t mean you’ll be like your parents. Nami knows you, she knows your nature. And she knows you’d be the upmost best parent, keeping your babies safe. Your trauma doesn’t define you or how you’ll treat people. 

Usopp x Gn! Reader : Opening up About Abuser

- Usopp may not be a fighter, but he is a mediator. With a hold of your hand, Usopp asks you about everything. No overly pushy questions or ones that’ll upset you, he just wants to know if he needs to adjust certain behavior around you or set new boundaries. You and your comfort are his number one priority. He love that smile of yours and he wants to keep seeing it, just like  he has been for the few months or so. He never wants the bright and amazing Y/n to lose their flare, all for the sake of your disgusting parents. 

- He means well, even if his words of comfort can fall flat. Usopp shows off physical affection during this, but not as much as the  romance dawn trio. He’ll occasionally stroke your head or caress your hands, just little things to put your quivering body at ease. Although, if you flinch at the move of his hand, he’ll stop immediately. As i said, your comfort is Usopp’s number one priority, and nothing will ever alter that. 

- Knowing you trust an infamous liar like Usopp makes him soso happy. He isn’t used to being a persons comfort or someone they rely on for support. it means a lot to be trusted, especially by somebody he loves so much. 

- From then, Usopp holds your hand a lot now. It’s a helpful aid to you, being able to cling to your best friend, somebody you trusted so much. You had nothing to be afraid of. Being able to just make contact with another person without the fear of stinging or aching afterwards may seem like a birth right but to you, it felt like a treasure itself. Usopp was your sanctuary, whether he knew so or not. 

- Usopp makes you all sorts of helpful things! His first gift to you was a pair of noise counseling earmuffs, made to avoid audio caused meltdowns. You had a ton of issues with dealing with loud noises, a thing you had admitted to Usopp. The first gift wasn’t the last, as he continued to make you gifts to help you with your PTSD. Whether it was practical things or just comforting things like stuffed toys, he wanted to do the best he could to make you feel better. 

- Usopp shares a dream journal with you! Not that it directly helps you, but monitoring and focusing on things can help freeze out the problem in a healthy manner. You both document your dreams, the patterns, the similarities, all of that jazz. Its a cute thing for friends to do together, and you really do appreciate the lengths Usopp goes to in order to comfort and distract you from your pain. 

Sanji x Gn! Reader : Opening up About Abuser

- Sanji is so understanding, due to sharing a similar upbringing. He puts an arm around you, letting you lean into his side. Like Luffy, Sanji knows when to drop his comedic behavior. He doesn’t chant any overly formally honorifics at you as you snuggle into him, nor does he let any blood leak from his nose. Sanji just lets you melt into him, humming to you softy, doing his best to calm you down.

- He’ll tuck you into your bed, once you’ve relaxed. Sanji offers you the kindest smile, finally saying a singular string of words. “I’m proud of you, Y/n-san.” Not a lick of his words are ingenuine, Sanji is deeply proud of you. He knows the despair you fall into, being treated so brutally by the ones who are meant to love and cherish you. He’s proud you’re here, that you never gave up on yourself. 

- Sanji will serve you your personal comfort food and beverages, whenever he notes that you look upset. He’ll hand them to you, a heartfelt letter resting on the tray. Its never anything perverted, just a lengthy letter of praise and sincerity. All those letters mean the entire world to you..

- He’s more careful when cooking now, making sure to not accidentally break a porcelain dish, knowing how much that sound may upset you. Sanji becomes much more aware, more cautious. Especially when you’re directly in the kitchen with him, he’d hate to remind you of your wretched parents. 

- Sanji will take you out for fun little things, whenever you’re all docked at an island. He’ll take you shopping with him, pampering you with whatever you desire. Clothing, lotion for sunbathing, cute little knick knacks, he’ll buy you whatever you want. Retail therapy..!! 

- Sanji tucks you in every night, when you two are done spending. He loves asking you how you enjoyed it, because of the smile you give him. Its large, oozing with pure joy. He’d- he will do anything to protect your smile. 

Nico Robin x Gn! Reader : Opening up About Abuser

- Robin can’t help but frown. She heaves a sigh, reaching to pet your hair. She isn’t the most open person, she never has been. So, Robin hasn’t ever had anyone come to her about something like this. She isn’t good at comforting, honestly. But, she’ll do the best she can. “You can cry, Y/n. I know how much you want to.” Robin now has your head held to her shoulder, letting your tears nurse themselves into her blouses fabric. “Thank you for trusting me...” She murmurs, full on hugging you at this point. 

- Robin hasn’t had somebody trust her with such information. It- it felt nice to be trusted, to be viewed as an earnest friend. She can’t help but smile ever so slightly, cradling you in her arms. You really did trust and love her, didn’t you? 

- She’s very motherly to you from there on out, almost the way she is with Chopper. Robin will let you hold her hand, lay on her lap or chest, anything. Her maternal instincts want nothing more then to make you feel loved, something your true mother could never do. Robin never had a mother, but she does her best to do what a true mother does for her babies. 

- At night time, Robin will come into your room to read a book to you. She knows you struggle with insomnia because of your trauma. So, Robin does her best to fix up your sleeping patterns. She’ll read you her favorite books, making her voice as soft as she can. Once she notices you asleep, she’ll give you a light kiss on your forehead before taking her leave. 

- Robin can read you easily, knowing exactly what body language you use when experiencing specific emotions. If she notices you’re upset, Robin will offer you to build a puzzle with her, or listen to her read her newest book. With those distractions, she’ll give you all sorts of love. Verbal, physical, every form. She wants to preserve your pure heart and your joy, helping build that further every time she shows you her love.  

- Robin is the most protective of you out of the Straw Hats. If you two are in a battle with anyone, and multiple of them rush to target you, she’’ll make sure to break them. She’s as fierce as a mother bear, not letting any disgusting people near her child. She’ll make sure to give them a painful punishment for messing with you... 

Franky x Gn! Reader : Opening up About Abuser

- Franky tears up under his sunglasses, each drop escaping and dribbling down his face. He rests his large hand on your head, caressing you with an unfamiliar softness. Franky may not have grown up with his parents but he knows that such treatment against their young is not okay. His heart aches for you, for the childhood you lost.

- He’s furious at this newfound info but he cant express that, as Franky’s rage succumbs to his wavering heart. Franky is full of anger and sadness, pity for you. You poor thing... You manage to smile every day and be so sweet to everybody around you, how do you do it? How are you not...mad? You’re one tough cookie, even if you’re just a kid compared to him.

- Like Robin, Franky’s dad switch is activated. He’s used to protecting and taking care of people, and that’ll extended to you. He won’t smother you but he’s so lovey to you! Franky wants to protect your happiness, letting you flourish. Regardless of what happened in your past, that doesn’t define you. You didn’t deserve it, it didn’t ‘ruin’ you. You’re suuuuper! You grew into such an amazing person, Franky knows that. He won’t ever let you utter a single negative thing about yourself.

- Franky always surprises you with gifts! More so, personally made ones. He’ll make you a cute little music box, something that can act as a sleep aid for you. Something so dainty is out of his normal craft but for you, he’ll push himself to do anything! You’re his ki- friend! You’re his pal.

- He always welcomes you to come goof off with him, Usopp and Chopper! If that is your forte, they’re all sure to keep you laughing, launching endless jokes and absurdities your way. Franky knows that laughter is one of the best medicines! And he’s much better at that sort of comfort then the sophisticated kind... Whether it’s as simple as him doing silly poses, telling you greatly dramatized stories, he’ll do whatever shameless thing it takes to hear that angelic noise. He tries his best to keep you happy.

- Franky often writes letters to Iceburg, even if his handwriting is illegible. He’ll go on and on about his journeys, his new weapons, anything and everything under the sun. But nowadays, he’ll sneak in a mention of you. Going on and on about how much you remind him of his carefree youth, the way you make him feel at home in the same manner Tom and Iceburg did. You may think Franky is helping you with your mental health the most out of you two, but thats not to say you haven’t been helping the cyborg. You really do remind him of simpler times. Those beaming summer days in Waters 7, frolicking with Iceburg in the junkyard... In a way, you make him feel even more connected to those memories, holding an unexplainable nostalgic glow.

Brook x Gn! Reader : Opening up About Abuser

- Brook places a boney hand over yours, looking down at you. He’s never seen you this way. You look like you’re in so much pain, it hurts his heart. He repeats words of affirmation to you, his voice delicate and quiet. Brook repeats over and over how glad he is to have met you, how lucky the Straw Hats are to have you in their crew. Your parents seemed to have distorted your self image for years on end, almost brainwashing you into thinking you were this horrid person. Brook may not be able to erase such work over night, but he’ll do whatever it takes.

- He lightly squeezes your hand, staring directly at you. “We’re your family now, okay?” With that being uttered, you fall apart right then and there. You can no longer hold back your loud sobs, desperation filling your tone. You hold onto the skeleton tightly, gurgling out thank you’s after thank you’s.

- You and Brook grew much closer afterwards, having you spend a hefty amount of your time with him. Your presence meant so much to Brook, the same way his meant to you. Brook had grown accustomed to being in his lonesomeness, not having a single soul to be with. But now, things were much different. You were his most beloved friend, a person who shared a mutual love for him.

- Brook often composed songs for you, ones that would make you smile or even weep with joy. He put his heart and soul into your songs, putting care into every note. He knew they served as both a comfort to you, and he knew the stroke of the piano keys could calm you down after a night terror. Each song was strategically crafted, containing notes that could lull you to sleep, your favourite instruments bellowing in the back.

- Brook is always there to help comfort you whenever you have a meltdown. He’ll usher you comforting words or warm touches. After you’ve calmed down, he’ll return with your favorite flavor of tea, maybe with some macarons on the side... Whatever snacks you may fancy.

- Brook often ends your days together by tucking you into bed, pulling the warm and cozy sheets over your form. You may be an adult, but to Brook, he believes anyone can be tucked in, regardless of age. It’s a kind and endearing thing, something you deserve. Once he’s gotten you comfortable, he’ll give you time to decompress and sleep. You deserve to relax once in awhile, turning off all your negative thoughts. 

Jinbei x Gn! Reader : Opening up About Abuser

- The moment your words force themselves out of your mouth, Jinbei already has you in his lap, arms wrapped around you. It’s a comforting embrace, holding a sense of security. He’s quiet, leaving you to only listen to his lingering breaths, Jinbei doesn’t push for details, letting you ride out your emotions with him. Even as your tears sink into his yukata, beginning to soak the fabric, he never pushes you away. 

- Jinbei is the most composed out of the crew, not displaying too much heavy emotion. A small frown just rests on his face as he rubs circles on your convulsing back. He avoids showing how upset he truly is, not wanting you to feel any need to comfort for him. You’re the one that deserves all the comfort right now. You’re who needs attention. 

- Jinbei lets you come into his sleeping quarters whenever you need. Whether you’re upset, happy, mellow, you’re always allowed in. He’ll let you sleep in his bed if you need. He knows how touch starved you are and how much you crave validation, and he’s more then happy to deliver. Jinbei will cuddle you, showing you his care for you in the simplest of ways. He may not directly express his love, but he makes sure that you know how much he cares about you. 

- If you come to his room upset, Jinbei won’t force you to talk about whatever upset you but the offer always stands. He knows he isn’t the greatest at this, especially out of the Straw Hats but as i said, Jinbei does whatever he can. If it regards your parents, you’re immediately met with a hug. He wants to fill that void for you to the best of his abilities. 

- You give Jinbei a sense of meaning for the first time in awhile, making him feel valued for more then his strength. You and the Straw Hats both made him feel that way. You all helped him feel loved, but you did the most. The way you trusted him so deeply, enough to confide in him for the most heart wrenching things... Jinbei was grateful for that, to have your trust. And you had his, 100%. Jinbei would trust you with his life. 

- You remind him of Koala, in a sense. Is it just his fatherly front that connects you two? Is it the fact you manage to brim with optimism, even after everything that’s been done to you? He’s not very sure. But all Jinbei knows for sure is how much Fisher Tiger would love you, if only he were still alive. He often dreams of that, of how you, him and Fisher Tiger could be a happy family. Maybe in another life. 

#one piece #one piece imagines #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #angst #fluff #one piece angst #luffy #roronoa zoro #nami #sanji #usopp #franky #nico robin #brook #jinbei #jinbe #jimbei #luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffy x y/n #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #nami x reader #nami x you #nami x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji x you

[the-artist-of-chaos]

Giving these grumpus losers 1 angst hc each because I CAN YOU B- (TW for death, bullying, addiction, abu$e, manipulation, anddd abandonment, also, bugsnax spoilers) also, some of these go along with other hcs that I gave them, you can find those Hcs in some of my earlier posts-

Filbo - Bullied in his elementary and middle school years for being different, it was usually just insults and pushing/shoving, but it would go as far as a full on beat up. Most of it stopped tho when he met Lizbert, who swore that she would protect him from those douchebags

Beffica - one of the reasons she hardly had friends before the exhibition was because she would get used for her popularity by others. This also fed into her trust issues with other people.

Gramble - Got abandoned by both parents when he was around 5, so he had to take care of himself for a long time. Had a grandma that he used to stay with after he got abandoned, but she died when he was 7.

Wiggle - (Okay, so if this was canon, it would not fully justify her manipulation towards gramble, but it would at least give a reason as to why—) before the exhibition + before she got into her songwriting career, had an ex that would use manipulation and forceful control as a form of “love”, and as a way to get what they wanted. With no one to show her what love truly was, and how to properly ask for something, she carried those habits with her.

Wambus AND Triffany - Both had shitty exes, but wambus was able to escape his relationship quicker than Triffany could, since she didn’t realize it was wrong until wambus showed her the truth.

Cromdo - His mom influenced his drinking problem, since she was a victim of addiction herself. Tried helping her after he grew up and realized addiction was bad, but she died before he could assist her

Snorpy and Floofty - Parents divorced, with mom taking Snorpy, and dad taking Floofty. Mom was a crazy conspiracy theorist, and would project all of her fears of the outside world onto Snorpy. And with dad, he loved his inventions more than Floofty, so Floofty would do some of the most batshit crazy stuff to get the attention they needed, hence why they have no self safety for themselves.

Chandlo - Has pushed himself past his limits on multiple occasions to impress others, with some cases resulting in loss of consciousness or a horrible injury, is surprised he hasn’t full on died yet

Shelda - Used to have beautiful long fur + hair, and was able to walk perfectly fine, but due to a wildfire in her late 40s, most of that fur got burnt off, and she got permanent injuries to her legs, resulting in the use of a cane.

Lizbert and Eggabell - Were so scared for each other when they realized that they were probably gonna die on the island together, and when they survived, both of them comforted each other and cried in each others arms for hours. Managed to get back home after 3 weeks, but both live with the trauma of snaktooth island. All of them do tbh, but those 2 got the most, especially Lizbert.

#bugsnax #filbo fiddlepie #beffica winklesnoot #gramble gigglefunny #wiggle wigglebottom #wambus troubleham #triffany lottablog #cromdo face #snorpy fizzlebean #floofty fizzlebean #chandlo funkbun #shelda woolbag #eggabell batternugget #lizbert megafig #angst headcanons #bugsnax headcanon #I HOPE YOU ALL SUFFER BECAUSE IM SUFFERING TOO

[otto-troy]

Headcanons

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- Troy rarely gets anything new, everything he owns is a hand down from Jake or his father.

- He used to sneak into Jeremiah's study and steal some of his books after he got pulled out of school, he actually enjoys reading and science but since everything Jeremiah owned was about ranch related things, he only learned so little.

- Small, dark spaces with no way out like elevators make him uncomfortable, he freaks out if he spends an hour in one, he's a stubborn claustrophobic.

- He once shoved a pencil in a child's hand because the child was bullying him for having to wear a dirty shirt after his mother forgot to do laundry and that's why he was pulled out of school.

- Troy used to be a good kid until he was twelve, then he realized that no matter what he does, his father would think of him as a monstrous mistake so he stopped and started acting up instead.

- Jake was Troy's favorite person in the whole world before he left to college, he once called him dad by mistake in front of Jeremiah who ended up beating the shit out of him for it.

- Troy only had one birthday party growing up and Mike is the one who threw it, He once visited Mike's house and the other told him it was his birthday party which seemed odd for Troy so the other made a deal with Jake to learn Troy's birthdate and he threw him a birthday party that had him, Jake, Charlie and Gretchen.

- Troy vowed to never drink after his mother's health began to decline because he didn't want to be anyone's burden the way she does, especially since he doubted anyone would care enough to look after him.

- He never fell in love growing up, he never dated anyone and he grew up thinking he wasn't good looking because everyone was too terrified to show him any kindness due to Jeremiah's bad PR of him but he once had a crush on a girl, the moment her parents saw her talking to him they told him to stay away, he was thirteen.

- When Troy sees a crying child, he winces cause it brings him back to how his mother used to lock him in the basement until he stops crying, in his head, this is how all parents treat their kids and it’s one of the most frightening experiences especially when they forget about him for days in there.

- He is a workaholic, Jeremiah made him believe if he wasn’t working, being useful then he’s nothing that’s why he’s always up to something, fixing fences, training, inventory, literally anything, he doesn’t want to be nothing and he hates sleeping because it’s not productive so it makes him feel like nothing.

- Troy doesn’t like physical touch but he’ll never admit it because whenever he hints it, people alienate him and make him feel weird about it, he rarely had any positive physical touches growing up, so the whole gesture makes him tense but he learned to hide it just enough not to be called out on his discomfort.

- He used to have a stuffed teddy bear, small sized, Jake gave it to him when he was younger and he told him it’d protect him from evilness, he hid it all his years on the Ranch and would hold it whenever things got too rough, it was his only form of comfort.

- Troy is very extremely organized, he can’t stand things that aren’t put or placed perfectly because it reminds him of how messy his parents are, his bed must be neat, his dish and utensils has to be placed in certain order for him to be able to eat and his drawers are spotless, everything is arranged, a bit too well arranged.

- He is social, he likes meeting new people, he’s always curious about learning about people who aren’t on the ranch, however, he comes off as awkward because of his years of isolation and he doesn’t necessarily know how to properly socialize, also, the negativity he receives from his environment sometimes gets to him and eventually he stops trying to meet new people.

#fear the walking dead #ftwd #ftwd rp #troy otto #fear the walking dead rp #fear twd #ftwd roleplay #ftwdrp #roleplay #jeremiah otto #jake otto #headcanon

[bi-bard]

Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd - Jason Todd Imagine [Titans (HBO)]

Title: Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

Word Count: 1,409 words

Warning(s): violence

Author's Note: Reputation is Jason's album. I don't make the rules.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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...Ready For It?

I, I, I see how this is gon' go Touch me and you'll never be alone I-Island breeze and lights down low No one has to know

I was always the one that was meant to stop Robin.

It was the only job that anyone cared enough to assign to me.

At first, I hated it.

I got tired of fighting the same guy every single day.

But after a while, I began to like our short meetings. Even if I was just fighting him, he wasn't terrible company.

He was cocky, yeah, but he was doing his best. He was trying to impress Batman. I could see that much.

He wanted to be a hero.

And he would be.

Once he could beat me in a fight. But that day has yet to come.

I grabbed his arms, shoving him into a wall of the abandoned building we had found ourselves in that night.

"Aw, what's wrong, Robin," I asked in a teasing tone. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I was thinking," he replied.

"Oh, that's dangerous."

"You could leave these assholes," he nodded vaguely in the direction of my bosses. "I could talk to Batman. Get you a job that's actually fun."

"You're cute, Bird Boy-"

"It's Robin-"

"Bird Boy," I repeated. "Batman would never trust me. Beat the shit out of you a few too many times for that."

"I could convince him."

"Not my style, anyway," I shrugged. "Sorry, Bird Boy. I'm not meant for the games you two play."

"You sure about that?"

I paused for a moment.

No. I wasn't. Of course, I wasn't. This man offered me a pathway out of the world I had been stuck in. The world that I was convinced I would only escape by dying first. But I couldn't just abandon that because he may be able to talk to a man who's been hiding behind a mask for close to as long as I've been alive.

"Maybe," I said.

"What the fuck does that-"

I cut him off by leaning forward and pressing my lips to him. It was only a matter of moments before I leaned back again.

I stepped back, smirking at the shocked look on his face.

"Ask me again the next time we meet," I called as I continued walking back.

"Why?"

I shrugged. "Might say yes."

Jason- whose name I wouldn't know for a while after that interaction- was going to be the only person that could talk me into something like that. I knew that. I was well aware of that.

All I was doing that night was planting that same idea in Jason's head.

Ours

Seems like there's always someone who disapproves They'll judge it like they know about me and you And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do The jury's out, but my choice is you

I'm not sure how I let Jason talk me into going to San Francisco. I grew up in Gotham. I knew that city like the back of my hand. I have no idea why I thought being dragged to a random city would be a good thing.

I had to sneak over there in the first place. Batman would probably think that I was trying to hunt his little Robin if I made my departure from the city obvious.

Getting into the tower itself was easy. Jason let me in.

I stood behind him as he explained to the team who I was, what I was capable of. He mentioned something about Dick having a thing for strays, so it wouldn't be that difficult to convince them into letting me stay.

"Does Bruce know about them," Dick asked after Jason's speech.

I tensed a bit as Jason answered. "No."

"Why not?"

"He would think I was trying to kill you," I answered before Jason could. "I worked with some... shady people in Gotham. Batman knows me. Knows my work. If he knew that I followed you guys, then he'd go after me."

After that, it was a process.

Well, that's what Jason called it.

He wanted to believe that I would grow on the team with time. But I was less optimistic. Dick may have taken me in, but even he didn't seem to trust me on my own.

I was constantly watched. Kept an eye on.

Precaution.

"How long," I asked Jason one night.

I had been training. I knew the cameras were on. Someone was watching. Always were.

Jason had walked in behind me right before I asked.

"What do you mean?" he replied. I turned to face him.

"How long until I stop getting monitored?" I nodded to the camera in the room. "Questioned? Glared at? Judged?"

"I'm not judging you-"

"They are," I snapped. "All of them. I am a risk to them. If they could, they would throw me out."

"I wouldn't let them."

"Love to see you win a fight with space witch and manimal in there."

Jason sighed and stepped forward, going to grab my hands.

"I want to feel like I'm more than a risk to them," I muttered. "I don't wanna be looked at like some ticking time bomb anymore."

"I don't see you that way," he shrugged at me.

"Yeah, I figured out that much," I looked down at our hands. Jason ran his thumbs over my knuckles.

"Hey," he mumbled. I looked at him again. "Screw them, alright? I don't care what they think about you. And you shouldn't either. You're a badass and they'll see that. Anything beyond that... screw them."

I chuckled. "You make that sound so easy."

"Because it is."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I slowly kissed him back, moving my hands to touch the sides of his face. His arms wrapped around me.

I pulled away first, grinning at him.

"See? Easy," he said, smirking a bit.

I smacked his upper arm. "Ass."

He didn't reply, he just smiled and leaned in to kiss me again.

Maybe he had a point.

Don't Blame Me

My name is whatever you decide And I'm just gonna call you mine I'm insane, but I'm your baby (your baby) Echoes (echoes) of your name inside my mind Halo, hiding my obsession I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy

My heart had never dropped as far as it did when Red Hood's mask broke and revealed Jason's face.

"Holy crap," I whispered as I stood up fully.

Jason pushed himself off the ground, eyes fixed on me. "What's wrong, (Y/n)? You look like you've seen a ghost."

His voice was still half-modulated.

I was about to yell out for someone. Anyone. Dick or Dawn or Conner or something. Jason stopped me, yanking me forward and covering my mouth with his free hand.

"Shh," he whispered. "Come with me."

My eyes widened a bit.

"These people treated you like shit," he explained. "Always keeping an eye on you. Worried that you'd turn on them. Go back to your old ways. Remember all of that? Come with me. You'll be free."

"They've changed-"

"Have they," he asked. "Didn't Dick lock you in the manor because he the manor because he thought you'd go after the Joker on your own?"

My jaw clenched. That was true, but it was for good reason. He knew that I would've killed the Joker and anyone in my way after what had happened to Jason.

"Doesn't sound very trusting to me," Jason continued. "Doesn't look like he did the same to anyone else... even Batman. Look at how that ended."

I closed my eyes. I felt Jason's hand fall away from my mouth.

There was another voice, "(Y/n)!"

Dick.

My eyes opened again, now completely torn. I liked helping, but... I loved Jason. He was the reason I joined the Titans. He was the reason I stayed. What was the point if I didn't have him anymore?

Dick must've caught sight of Jason over my shoulder. "Jason?"

"Bit busy," Jason replied to Dick. "And I have a new name now... Red Hood."

"(Y/n), come on," Dick said.

I took a deep breath before reaching over and grabbing one of Jason's guns. I pointed my arm back, firing a shot right by Dick's head.

Jason chuckled. "Good choice. Come on."

I smiled at him.

I missed him.

I would do anything for him.

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[emilykaldwen]

⭐star⭐ but a lil more specific-

Director's cut for a seed you planted in your first chapter and how it paid off/ grew in one of your more recent ones!

Director's Commentary Meme!

KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH Thank you!

There are quite a few seeds planted in the first chapter that are slowly building up in the long game but we'll go with one that's not spoiler-y which is Aegon's character arc. Behind the cut to save your dash!

She felt Aegon’s eyes continue to pin on her. She looked back at him. Aegon searched her face for an answer to a question that she did not know. The only thing Abrogail could do was give him the gentle, reassuring smile she’d given him countless times before. It was what she did in this world: comfort her loved ones in any way possible, even as she needed to bury her own feelings on the matter. Feelings that, in this particular case, she couldn’t even begin untangling in the moment. “Well, that makes us luckier than most, doesn’t it?” Abby cleared her throat and turned the smile onto the others in the room. She reached up to grasp the Queen’s hand and gave her a reassuring squeeze before she burst into a million pieces. Whether it was her, or the Queen, that might burst, she could not say. “We are fortunate to know one another so well and to be of an age. I thank you Lord Hightower, your Grace.” She looked at Larys, who remained silent in his observations, as always – an owl in a tree, eyes taking in everything. “Thank you, brother, for looking out for me.” She felt Aegon’s eyes continue to pin on her. She looked back at him. The wild and anxious expression was still on his face, and instinct compelled her, as it often did, to reach out her hand to take his - but he surprised her by beating her to it. His skin felt like fire engulfing her frigid hand and his fingers tangled with hers with easy familiarity. Before she could register what was happening, Aegon’s chair was already scraping across the floor and he pulled her from her chair with the momentum of jumping from his own. There was no pause in his movement as he dragged her to the door. “How very fortunate we are.” A laugh bubbled from Aegon’s chest. It was a joyless sound when he laughed in the presence of his mother and grandsire. It was edged with the familiar mania; Aegon laughed when he was afraid, when he was anxious, when he was trying not to scream as his world was coming apart, or the laughter and joy on the back of Sunfyre. He tilted his head to stare up at the ceiling before throwing a look over his shoulder at the three across the room. “How very lucky we are.” Aegon’s hand was clammy around hers, his grip bordering on painful. He yanked the door open with a protesting whine of the latch. Abby heard the Queen calling after him, but Aegon’s strides were purposeful as they ate up the ground to get away. Only the grip of their hands kept her from being left behind in the claustrophobic room where their future was being decided for them.

So this is the seed of Aegon's entire character development in this story, and that is finding bravery for others when he cannot stand up for himself. Aegon doesn't know how to stand up for himself, especially in the face of his mother and grandfather. But for Abby? He can be brave for her. And we see this circle back in when it comes up in chapter 10:

“You will not touch him,” she gritted out and against all reason, Aegon saw his grandfather reach for her. Through the haze of his pulsing headache and the pain through his arm, he shot his hand out to grab his grandfather’s wrist before he could touch his mother. The man glared through his surprise at Aegon’s intervention and he shoved The Tower back, stepping between him and his mother with no care for himself. “She is your queen,” Aegon spat, all remnants of his manic laughter gone, and despite his lack of clothing, he squared his shoulders, princely disdain dripping from his voice. “You’ll fucking address her with the respect owed to her and that she deserves. To lay hands on your monarch is treason. You’d not commit treason, would you, Lord Hand.” The room was silent. Aegon could not breathe and he did not hear his mother breathe either. He could feel her trembling behind him as Otto loomed over them. He looked at his grandfather with disdain and disgust, doing his best to mimic the same expression the old man constantly leveled on him.

His mother is his abuser, but he also is her only protector. Aegon knows, even if he doesn't think about it, that her safety, her future, everything, lays at his feet. It is his responsibility. Part of making him king is to protect Alicent. And this bravery that Aegon can find in the face of standing up for the ones he cares for is the touchstone of my character portrayal of him. He is the Wettest Cat Boy, he is a mess but he loves deeply, he feels deeply (Aegon was known to forgive, his brother and Rhaenyra were not), and he does not do well when treated harshly. You could call him weak in this, the same way other can call Abby weak for her softness, but it isn't weak. Aegon will put up with a lot due to his shitty self-esteem and part of the growth we see on display in these recent chapters is because now he's developing security. So these positive aspects in his character can start coming further to the forefront.

#fic: the maiden and the drowning boy #aegon x abby #abrogon #aegon ii targaryen #hotd tag #look I love this mess of a man #and I'm here to give him better soil so he can grow #instead of being choked and eaten alive by this fucking family #it's what they deserve okay!

[old-men-mmm]

I love Jiang Wanyin so much and I honestly don't get why people hate him so much.

Yes, he's done some really fucked up things (torture and murder) but it's understandable if you take a quick look at his character & backstory, namely his home/early life. (Excusable is... dependant on the person looking at him, but understandable) (Also long-ass post with lotsa backstory analysis so brace yourself)

He grew up just fine-ish in the time before Wei Wuxian showed up (assumedly- we don't get a lot of insight into this time). He has dogs and his parents and Jiang Yanli. However, in comes Wei Wuxian and suddenly his father doesn't love him as much. Actually, it doesn't seem as if he loves him at all. He seems to love this new kid, his dead friend's son more. He loses his dogs because of him and is made to share, even though he's never met this kid before and never had to share before. He wigs out and feels guilty later because, if this kid is going to be his new brother, he should treat him better.

Years pass and Wei Wuxian becomes his brother, never more than a servant on paper but so much more to Jiang Wanyin. His father doesn't seem to have started to love him more or even love him at all and his mother has grown resentful of both his father and him, often using Wei Wuxian to belittle him and beat him down. He's jealous of Wei Wuxian, of his achievements and skill and how everyone seems to love him, even his beloved jiejie, but he doesn't let that get in the way of his love for him. They are going to be the Twin Prides of Yunmeng and Jiang Wanyin is going to lead the Yunmeng Jiang Sect to glory, Wei Wuxian by his side.

Then everything happens. His family is slaughtered, the bodies of his sect and his mother and father strewn across Lotus Pier as the Wen sect stains its presence into Lotus Pier alongside the blood of her former occupants. He is ripped from his teenager years and shoved into a world of bloody and fierce hatred and forced to be a man. This is where he initially starts to deteriorate, though the sudden drop happens a while later.

He then loses his core protecting his brother. He is tortured and loses the one thing he had that he could prove to his parents he was worth it. He loses what he would need to lead his sect, his years of cultivation suddenly useless and wasted. He has no reason to live anymore. And then his brother, one of the only lifelines he has left, says that he can get him his core back. That he can go to the immortal Baoshen Sanren and she can give him his core back. He accepts and does so- but Wei Wuxian gives him his own core. Without asking if he would accept it, without wondering how much it would/could hurt him to eventually find out where his core came from, he gives his own core.

Jiang Wanyin rebuilds his clan singlehandedly and fights in the Sunshot Campaign still a teenager. He takes his anger, his grief out on every Wen soldier he sees, every person he slaughters, because it's the only way he knows how to. His mother, who he is extremely similar to, probably did something similar. She found an obstacle and whipped it to shreds, taking out whatever rage she had on her at the moment on whatever it was. He does the same.

The Sunshot Campaign ends and everything is... muddled. His sister marries the prick she was engaged to, and he seems to have gotten better somehow so he isn't too upset about it. But his brother, Wei Wuxian who has been acting strange since he reappeared after being missing, defects from the Jiang Sect for a group of Wens. They weren't responsible for his Sect's death and two of them did save his life, but they're Wens and that's a good enough excuse for the rest of the cultivation world to hate them. And so Wei Wuxian leaves him, leaves the promise of the Twin Prides of Yunmeng and leaves Jiang Wanyin more alone than he already was. He can't complain about it and he can't change this because when Wei Wuxian sets his mind to something, he won't deviate from it. And so he is isolated and cut off.

Then the slaughter at Qiongqi Path happens. And then the Massacre at the Nightless City. His sister, his beloved, sweet jiejie and her so-so husband are killed, leaving his little nephew an orphan, only at one month old. Both times because of Wei Wuxain. Jiang Yanli's last words are to Wei Wuxian. Because of Wei Wuxain. Wei Wuxian is responsible for the deaths of everyone he's known and loved, somehow. The thing with the cave and the Tortise of Slaughter gave the Wens the excuse to provoke the Jiang Sect enough into (somewhat) starting a conflict, "rationalizing" their over-the-top response (mass murder). Wei Wuxian lost control at Qiongqi Path and at the Nightless City. He's angry and grieving and confused because he hates Wei Wuxian so much but he's his brother and he loves him but he's also ruined his damn life. The fact that Wei Wuxian's losing-control was artificially induced is not known yet, so it is all Wei Wuxain's fault in his eyes. This is where he seriously starts to deteriorate and lean on his unhealthy coping mechanisms more; when he loses most of what little family he has left.

He reacts in the only way he knows how to: fight and whip whatever is causing his pain into pieces. Except, when he does, he doesn't feel better. So he takes it out on anyone and everyone who reminds him of his brother, his worst enemy. He tortures and murders every demonic cultivator he comes across because he's still so angry at Wei Wuxian and doesn't have any other way of venting that anger. He has no healthy way of expressing his emotions because one of his parents didn't give a damn about him enough to teach him and the other was too busy pointing out everything wrong with him to give a shit about his emotional state.

He raises Jin Ling but gives a bit too much of a fuck about him and, most likely inadvertently, takes his anger out on him as well. He mirrors his mother in his standards, prioritizing Jin Ling's achievements and tries to add a multitude of achievements to his name (maybe projecting onto him and trying to make him everything he wasn't when he was that age?). But he loves him and would give his life for him (take his actions in the Guanyin temple when JGY did the whole hostage thing). Jin Ling is the last real family he has, and even though he's so fucking emotionally constipated that he can't express it correctly, he loves him.

The overarching point is that he's a hurt(TRAUMATISED), sad, angry man in a world that seems to be out to get him. He reacts the only way he knows how to, which only makes his problem worse as it isolates him further and furthers the problem. He is not in a place where he can be vulnerable to anyone and he cannot allow himself to falter and appear weak, so he's self-destructive in his rage and digs his own pit deeper. He can't accept outside help either, because it makes him look weak and it would have made him look weak in his parent's eyes. He's still trying to impress them even though they're long gone and dead. He's still holding himself to their standards and punishing himself for it more than a decade after their deaths.

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Shin Megami Tensei is 31 years old today.

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Yeah, Shin Megami Tensei for the Super Famicom is now 31 years old. It is surprising for me how a game that came out full 6 years before i even give my first breath on this Earth, would be so important for me and my life. But here we are.

Even after playing the entirety of the mainline franchise, and a lot of spin offs, this game still holds its position very well in my heart because it is such a unique game. First, i always loved mythology and religion, so much so that i pursued it as a career. It started when i was little, with the influence of my father who was a scholar (albeit amateur) of those fields. Religion always played a major role in my life, both for the good and the bad, and although i don't actually align with any religion at the moment, i was studying the bible in a religious school since a very early age.

So, when i found out about Shin Megami Tensei, it clicked really, really well with me. I know that it is just a game, and even if it tries a lot to be faithful, as a researcher and scholar of Mythology and Religion we got to say it not always gets it right. But it tries! And when it tries, it can achieve very good results, and that's why i love it so much.

And that was when i was a teen/young adult. Now i grew up a lot, and even started my career in those fields, and still regard this game very high.

The characters are great for me, because i love how this game can be incredibly inclusive. Your main character is not a destined hero, or magical being. It is just an average guy, going to the groceries when the world start to end. He lives with his mom, have its problematic friends, and lives an average life. He always acts like any other person would act, and even his looks are just average.

Now, the thing is that this game did not aged well, but its absolutely playable and very fun to play. The old SMT titles have this ''survival horror'' energy, where you have to take care of resources while advancing in the game. ''Should you use your complete party in this dungeon, since its dangerous, but risk to deplete your MAG stock?'' Stuff like that got me.

And this brings me to how much i hate Atlus as a capitalist company. They made this effort to show us they care about the anniversary of the franchise that kick-started their business, but did not do anything about it. Just shoved merch to the US audience, that is not available anywhere else. Us, from outside, just did not got anything from this ''anniversary''. And i thought the Persona 25th was bad enough lol. But i guess merch hoarders are happy?

And that was a big fucking lie

I honestly don't want anything out of the ordinary. If they could at least port the SNES titles to the Switch Online at the west, because its already available in Japan, i beleive we would be very grateful already. Playing and presenting this games for a new generation is a pain. And i believe Shin Megami Tensei deserves it as a series, not only for its uniqueness but also for everything this IP did to Atlus.

But hey, i guess we are getting something, right? We have a whole new Persona 5 spin off coming next week! I am so hyped to see the same characters, exactly as they were 7 years ago, in another story about teen rebellion or whatever.

Im sorry, SMT. We failed with you. But your legacy will never be gone. I beleive SMT message keeps relevant to this day, and even more so as the time passes by. The world is a very different place then it was in 199X, but still a very divided and extremist place. SMT was the only game of its time to tackle this issues.

Happy anniversary to Shin Megami Tense, as a great game as one of my favorite games of all time. I wish more people could play it at least once!

And yeah, to celebrate i think i will be beating SMT 2 tonight, after lectures!

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[flinttcanwriteipromise]

Chapter One: Three Sets of Eyes

Masterlist // Next Chapter

Summary: A week after the strike, Jack makes his way to the distribution center. Making eye contact with the Delanceys, the three seem to spiral unconscious as memories they don’t even know they had pierce through their skull and into their brains.

Trigger Warnings: Abuse (One scene an alcohol bottle is thrown at Jack and Oscar)

A/N: I had an idea. I executed such idea, and shout out to @frombottlealleytotheharbor for being my beta reader.

Jack had no need for gripes, with the strike settled, a beautiful girlfriend, a smartass best-friend, and a brother who was all safe and sound, what the hell would he ever need them for? He ran along the sidewalk, cackling as he followed Race, Romeo, and Finch towards the distribution center with Crutchie clinging to him, having been perched on his back. As the five met up with the rest of the group, the volume grew louder, the sounds of greetings and conservation being thrown and caught across the group. Jack let Crutchie down from his back, patting his shoulder and nudging Smalls as the young Bronx leader passed by. The newsies soon formed a line, Jack leading the forefront with an ear splitting grin. Patting the collection box with a palm, he glanced at his boys before looking over the two brothers behind the counter only to see his face staring back.

“Oscar!” Jack yelped, ducking to cover his brother from their father.. wait.. their father? That wasn’t his- Jack frantically looked around the room, from the scratches on the floor to the cracks on the walls.. all so familiar but he had never been here before.. A loud crashing sound of a bottle cut through his thoughts as he instinctively twisted his body to cover what looked like a young Oscar Delancey, shards of glass spraying his back.

Jack didn’t have time to react further, suddenly plunging into darkness and reawakening in another room, this time he felt a firm hand on his shoulder, two cold brown eyes stared at him as Jack felt a calloused thumb brush the blood away from his cheek. “Snyder won’t lay another fucking hand on you, y’here? Not another goddamn hand.” The young boy- no- Morris scowled, glaring at the cell door, Jack barely recognized him with how beat up he looked. His eyes flitted around the room as a chill ran up his spine, Snyder? Was this the refuge?

His fear quickly went numb as he sat before Snyder and Wiesel, his gaze turning to an older, more mature Morris. “We take care of the guy who takes care of us.” His voice was firm as the two stood up, Jack’s hand involuntarily moving towards Wiesel’s.. his Uncle Wiesel. “Welcome to the family business, boys.”

Memories swirled around him, flashes of a life he never knew forcing their way into his head like a hammer driven nail until the world came to a stop.

“Jack! Hey, Jack?!” Race slapped him awake, the Manhattanite leader flinching into a sitting position. Jack glanced around wildly, his friends staring at him with fearful eyes as he came to his senses.

“I’m okay! I’m okay! Getoffofme!” Jack swatted him away, stumbling to stand as Race supported him. “Ya had a nasty fall, pal! So did the Delanceys by the looks of it, what’d you do?”

“Nothing- I.. Nothing, I think.” Jack mumbled, looking over the counter. Oscar was helping Morris up, the two glancing at Jack with genuine fear. Jack quickly grabbed his papers and shoved them in his bag, walking away with a storm of emotions bubbling up inside of him. As the memories replayed in his head, Jack couldn’t help but feel angry, frustrated, and guilty. Oscar should’ve deserved getting hit, he’s beaten the shit out of every newsie he laid his eyes on.. but.. but his- their- that man shouldn’t have thrown a beer bottle.. not at his brother.. brother? The longer he thought about it, the more frustrated he got. Suddenly, he had multiple gripes.. and he just passed his selling spot. Goddamn it.

Masterlist // Next Chapter

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[imperical-shop]

Star Fishing Potion

The first DREAMLAND design is here! 🤩 As promised, each DREAMLAND will have its own story, and it will be added in my Storybook here. For this one in particular I’ve chosen one of my guilty pleasures - Dramione 😏 Enjoy the little drabble and go check out the design in my shop if you like the story - a bit of visual representation never hurt anyone 🤗✨

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Draco sprung up in his bed, chest heaving and vision blurry. He ran a hand through his hair only to find it damp and stuck to his skin. Shaking his head to clear out the haziness in his mind and get the stubborn blond hairs at the back of his neck loose, the young wizard took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, listening only to the rhythm of his heart beating in his chest, calming down with each breath. Letting a deep sigh echo in the empty room, he flung his legs off the bed, into his slippers, and began his (by now) nightly routine.

Yet another night of the same nightmare. It had been half a year since his return to Hogwarts - courtesy of the Ministry. They had deemed their actions benevolent and saw themselves as saviors to a boy who’d lost everything in one night - a father to Azkaban and a mother to exhile. But it was more of a punishment for Draco if you’d ask him. Far worse than having to sit by himself in that dark mansion filled with dreadful memories.

The wizard flicked his wand and the room lost its crispy bite, turning warmer with each step he made. This is what he did almost every night - get up at around 3 am and walk in circles in his room until his legs grew tired and his mind reeled so much, so fast, it had brought itself to a stalemate. Only then could he fall back to a dreamless sleep. Sometimes, he’d wake up on the floor, other times near the window. But lately, the latter option had always prevailed. Why?

Draco neared the window of his solitary confinement, gazing outside at the darkness. The lake rippled in tiny circles, growing by the second, while the breeze shifted the branches of the trees in different directions. A crescent moon hung in the sky, its shine dulled by the clouds skidding over it. His eyes darted over the ground, looking for something in particular. And there it was - the reason he’d found himself at the exact same spot night after night.

Granger had been the only one to return to Hogwarts from the snotty trio. Draco couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t been surprised, but then again, Weasel and Potter were never much of anything to begin with. A taste of some glory and that ginger-head flew up to the sky. Potter had probably been trying to deflate his big head and got caught in the aftermath. Well, whatever the reason, Draco didn’t care. It did, however, interest him why the swotty know-it-all had been distant to all of her friends - not unfriendly, that would be too much for her, but not even close to what she used to be.

During his small break from life (as Draco liked to call the 3 months after the war in which the school was being renovated and his family’s trials were plastered on every newspaper in the wizarding world), Draco had dedicated his enormous amount of free time to exercising and reading. Many people had come out of the war with some kind of a life lesson - good and bad. Draco’s? He’d learned that nothing is as it seems to be. His whole life he’d been led to believe in the superiority of pure bloods, and look where that led them? Although hard to root out years of amassed beliefs built on hate and delusion that belong to someone else, Draco had come to the only logical conclusion - he would have to relearn everything on his own and form opinions based on logic.

So probably that line of thinking had him shove the brunette out of the way two days ago when the new DDA professor carelessly opened up the Boggart closet. Come to think of it, he had no intention of doing such a stupid action - she had let her walls down, becoming vulnerable to an attack. But the dark clouds coming out of the wooden wardrobe and the high-pitched shriek he knew all too well made Draco jump off his seat and push Granger out of the way. He’d left the room right after, not giving anyone a second glance. What he’d never tell anyone was that his actions hadn’t to do anything with Granger - he just couldn’t hear that same voice again, couldn’t bear to see that crooked grin, and the thirst for death in those eyes; at night was enough.

Theo and Blaze had some snide remarks after the class, but he’d ignored them. Unlike a year back, Draco didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of him anymore. His main goal was to finish the final year he’d been forced into and move to France with his mother. Maybe that would give him a new start.

Granger turned around and started walking back, draping an oversized scarf around herself. That monstrosity she called hair immediately bundled up around her shoulders, making her look like a walking pinecone. She stopped after several steps and moved her head up. It took him by surprise, making him falter in his step back. The young witch was staring at him. Or his window at least. Draco didn’t know if she was looking at him or just the glass in general, but both options were ludicrous at best. What reason could she have to do that?

He took a deep breath and schooled his features (on the off chance she could see him). Leaning on the windowpane, the wizard crossed his hands over his chest and stared back. It felt kind of weird, just standing there, watching her out of all the people. They weren’t quite close but he could still see the tiny puffs of air sneaking out from between her scarf and the little crinkles of her nose. She had yet to find a way to tame the nest on her head, but in a weird way, it gave him peace - that was probably the only thing that was left unscathed by the war.

The moon got out from the cloudy curtain for a brief second, enough to shine some light over her. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the time had come and Draco had finally lost his mind but he could swear he could see tiny glinting sparks, reflections of the moon, start at her eyes and slide behind the scarf. He raised one of his immaculate eyebrows and if he had any prior doubt if she could see him, her fleeing from the place gave him the answer.

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“Malfoy.”

He heard his name being called in an even, emotionless voice. For a second, the wizard thought he had imagined it - surely she out of all people wouldn’t come up to him. Besides, his nightmare had become more vivid the last couple of nights, so maybe he’d finally lost his sanity due to sleep deprivation.

She cleared her throat and repeated it again, urging Draco to move away from the book in his hands and look at her. The library had been mostly empty, safe for some second-year Hufflepuffs crouched over a book on one table in the far back. Draco had picked the most secluded space in the room, wanting nothing more than just a few hours of peace and alone time. This was the only place Blaze or Theo wouldn’t even think to look for him.

“Granger.” He returned the same amount of indifference, his eyelids barely open and giving off a very bored look. Which he kind of was - what did it take for people to stop bothering him and leave him alone to read his book? Was that too much to ask?

After a moment of what was probably a staring contest, Draco gave up and returned his gaze back to the book in his hand. He could hear her kneading the red oversized woolen jumper on her, muffled only by her short breaths. There was no reason to look at her to know that that humongous brain of hers was overworking at that moment.

“What is it?” Draco asked without moving away from the book. Instead, he turned the page with his index finger, carrying on with his reading until she found the right words.

It was a very strange moment. The last time they had talked face to face… Well, who could even remember when that had been?! And he couldn’t blame her. His newfound hobby had opened up Draco’s view, but he’d be damned if he had to say anything remotely akin to ‘sorry’ to a Mu-

He closed his eyes and exhaled. Apparently, he had still a long way to go. Draco hadn’t used that word but on some occasions, when situations got out of the ordinary roll of events, his mind would roam freely and take a peak into his old days, the language he’d used. He knew years of instilling only one thought, one way of living in his brain would take time to clear out, but there were moments such as these when he’d wonder if it would ever work.

“Here,” she said and placed a bottle of turquoise liquid on the table. He inspected the vial and the potion in it, watching what seemed to be small stars floating in it. There was a little man sitting on a moon hanging at the neck of the round potion bottle, his line cast in the potion. The fisherman glanced up and gave him a curt nod before returning to his previous action.

Draco unglued his eyes from the potion and looked at the witch before him. He didn’t dignify her with any response, just quirked an eyebrow and kept staring. She wasn’t fumbling with her jumper anymore but rather stood straight before him, the amber eyes piercing right through his grey ones. If someone could see them right now, he’d only imagine the gossip it would flair up.

After another minute of silence, the wizard lowered his head and went back to reading again. A loud thud on the table made him straighten up and move back in his chair. Granger’s hand was spread on the table, over his book, scrunching up the page. His eyebrows shot up in surprise - the Granger he knew would never desecrate a book like that - but quickly controlled his actions and reverted to his previous blank stare.

“I didn’t spend hours for you to ignore it,” she stated with anger in her voice.

Draco had the urge to raise his eyebrow again, but he quickly decided against it seeing that he might earn himself another Granger™️ knocker. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, and asked, “It wasn’t enough to see my family fall apart, but now you want to fully get rid of me? Low even for you, Granger.”

“It’s a potion I came up with.”

“And?”

“And you should take it.”

“Because?”

“I said so.”

“Sure,” he huffed with sarcasm laced around the letters of the word, closed his book, and pushed the chair back to stand up. “I’m not your guinea pig. Go play with Longbottom or some other of you nosy Gryffindors with a death wish.”

Draco picked up the book and turned away from the table, ready to end this whole conversation. But Grander, with a rush that frankly surprised him, came up in front of him, shoving the potion in his chest.

“It’s what McGonagall ordered,” she said briskly, letting go of the potion so that Draco would have no other way but to grab it.

“And I’d listen to that old hag because?”

“It’s part of your probation and the only way to finish this year.” Her eyes were burning with a fire he had never noticed before. Unlike years ago, Draco didn’t feel any animosity toward her anymore. But he couldn’t blame her for why she would. “You can’t finish a year without proper sleep,” she said while turning around. Before walking away between the rows of shelves, she added, “Take it if you want to sleep. If not… see if I care.”

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He woke up again drenched in sweat. The nightmares were getting worse, more real as the time passed. He hated it. Hated himself for not having a way out of it, for not being able to do anything even outside of the dream to stop that cursed moment constantly playing back and forth in his mind.

Draco ran a hand over his face and went for the same cycle he always did. He stopped by the window for a brief moment, gazing outside as the rain slid down his window glass. He didn’t know why he was surprised to see that no one was there. Even more why he found it to be more alone than the cold walls in the Manor. Tapping his wand to his temple, he relieved some of the pain. The circles under his eyes were growing each day - a constant reminder of his cowardice and a prelude to what the night held for him.

He made his way to the bed and sat on it, both hands clutching each side of the duvet. His head slumped low and he breathed out a rather long sigh. It was almost the end of the year and he had still to get a decent night’s sleep. The lack of rest had started to affect his grades and at the rate he was going, he might actually fail and be forced to redo the whole year. And Draco knew he wouldn’t be able to handle another year cooped up in these walls, mocking him, telling him just how weak he was.

Something glowed in the bottom drawes of his nightstand. Having completely forgotten what he had placed there, Draco opened the drawer to find the little potion Granger had forced him to take it. He had entirely erased that moment in the library a few weeks ago, throwing the vial away as soon as he’d left the library. So it was that much stranger how he found it in his drawer.

Draco was positive that the old bat couldn’t care less about him, so her being the one ordering this potion for him was a crafty little plan that had the Granger stamp on it for sure. But, why she’d go to all the lengths to make this for him, well… That’s where he drew a blank. The only logical explanation would be - poison.

But would that be so bad then? He was suffering excruciating pain already - some days passed by without him even remembering one thing about it. So drinking that turquoise liquid, poison or not… It couldn’t be worse than the state he was already in.

Draco grabbed the bottle, inspecting the little message scribbled on it in a neat cursive:

Star Fishing

Gaze up at the sky,

If the fisher blessed the moon,

Your wish will come true.

What kind of bollocks was that? Had Granger finally lost her marbles, too? By the looks of things, it would seem so.

Draco reread the thing over and over until he gave up and dangled the potion before his eyes, watching it slush inside. The little fisherman in it got slightly angry, clutching tightly for the moon, before going back to his previous position. The wizard was stumped. He knew Granger was too smart for her own good, but what kind of thing had she done now.

Again, couldn’t be worse than what he was dealing with now.

So, the blond shrugged and unscrewed the cork, smelling the potion first. It didn’t have any particular smell, only a slight waft of shredded paper and a pinch of lavender. He wouldn’t say he wasn’t intrigued but again, giving compliments would only be done over his dead body.

The second the bottle got opened, the little guy in it pulled out his hook and one of the stars floated out from it and hovered before his eyes. He opened his mouth to voice out a snarky remark about all of the theatrics but the yellow dot flew to him, sticking to the back of his throat until he gulped some of the potion to go with it. Draco coughed harshly, closing the bottle and throwing it into the drawer, blinking rapidly to chase away the tears at the corners of his eyes. Yes, Granger was definitely trying to kill him.

He made a move to stand up but quickly fumbled back, falling on his bed. Small white and yellow specks danced before his eyes, their shimmer growing and tuning down as if they were breathing. Oh, he really needed to get some sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned and shuffled until his head hit the pillow. The stars still played before his eyes, chasing one after the other on the dark green canopy of his four-poster.

It kind of resembles the sky outside, he thought.

If he ever woke up the next day, he’d have Granger murdered! Well, maybe not murdered but he would definitely think twice before jumping in front of a Boggart for her again.

Draco yawned again.

“Jumping in front of a Boggart for Granger,” he laughed. “Mother would get a kick out of it.”

He turned around, bringing the verdant blanket over himself, feeling the warmth spread out. Yes, he just wanted to sleep. Just a little bit before it all turned to hell.

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Draco didn’t dream of his cowardice the many times he’d failed to lend a hand. Bellatrix’s grin and cackle didn’t haunt his dreams that night nor did the smell of blood smeared all over that cursed room in the Manor. Her screams while his aunt cackled with what could only be described as a deranged, maniacal laugh didn’t echo around the closed space, bouncing off the walls and mocking his weakness. No, Draco finally got a good night’s rest. One interestingly filled with the smell of lavender and books, and amber eyes glinting behind chocolate strands sticking out in all directions.

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NO BECAUSE THIS MUST BE FATE!!! I SAW THAT VERY TIKTOK AND IT WAS A KINDA INSPIRATION FOR ME^^ Also thank you for the compliment, you too! You’re so overly detailed and you go these long essay rants, and I just get so excited because I know it’s gonna be good 🦋🦋🦋. But he’s very traditional and country. I can imagine him having strict parents. His dad was a big ole gun nut from a long line of deer/bear hunters  who were veterans (became one himself) and his mom a overly religious church woman, with a long line of family that either married men who positions in church or men who held positions themselves. She was Around marriageable age and her family was just waiting for a man to pick her up and marry her, and that’s what his dad just did. Saw her, followed her home, and in front of her demanded parents to hand her over to him. Eventually, they did since nobody step up to claim her and all men who were originally interested was never heard of again (he shot them all). Two Weeks Later she was legally and officially his. Nobody was concerned with the quick arrangement due to the recently spiked in missing young adult men, they never did find the cause 🤔. She was raised to be move in elegance and grace, she’s regard herself as prim and proper young woman. But for Clement (Clem to his wife) a man who grew up on the rougher and more dirtier side of town. A man who use to wrestle his brothers in the mud, in midnight sneak onto the fields of farms and flip over cows, race his father’s beat up truck on dirt roads, come home in the pinch of night covered in dry dirt head from toe, lost his virginity in a barn on some haystacks, never taught proper manners, his Sunday best (if he actually went to church) was a regular white shirt with dirt covered jeans and his failed attempt to slick back his hair, went skinny dipping, went to house parties held in the woods, use to work in a pork processing factory, was never given a curfew, education and learning wasn’t his strong suite, jump off cliffs into big lakes; she was stuck up, up tight and prissy young lady. Usually for a guy like, he wouldn’t even be able to look at a gal like her, hell if he hadn’t seen her when he did, but a couple moments down. He would had to shot her then fiancé in their wedding just to claim her for himself, for a crazy obsess and possessive man like himself that very thinking is his root to all his insomnia and paranoia. She on the other hand grew up in different circumstances than him. She was the middle daughter of two sisters, parent by a housewife and the pastor. The societal standards and norms were forced upon her from a very young age. She was homeschooled, never had a curfew because she wasn’t allowed out, was only allowed friends of her parents choosing (they were only chose by the highest status and closest relationship to the church), if being a housewife wasn’t her parents first choice she would have been attended a community college for medicine or a trade school.Very isolated and restricted home life.She would not have liked him for first time meeting.He was everything her mother told her not to want and look for in a man.He was a dirty, vulgar, gambling, drinking, poor, perverted man. But as he shoved down everything about him down her throat,she eventually come to love him.So obviously they wouldn’t get along at first. He wanted to break her, to be like “haha a prissy girl like you have to be stuck under man a like me 😜”,she even tho obviously wanted to be anywhere else besides near him, she still performed her housewife duties diligently which he liked.When she has a her very big O caused by him,her whole world tips over. She would feel like a common dirty whore. And to crush her, he would degrade her as he’s doing it. whispering raspy degradation as she comes down from her high. It was hard to hate him when he use to her eat her out like his life depended on it. Would embarrass her by refusing her a shower first after a long day of working at home, by his word “would stripe away the flavor”.There’s more, but hoped you liked :DDD

Awwww thank you!!!! Sometimes I rush through cause I don't have a lotta time to be online so I feel bad leaving you hanging or giving you less than what you gave me. Also, you have the best ideas and thoughts that sometimes I sit there and have no idea what to write because what you did was perfect and just so good!! I get so excited when I see you too and I reread them like 5 times.

How can you do this to me autumn!!!! Now I'm horny for another feral country boy. I blame you wholeheartedly. Man, I thought Joseph was the love of my life but now you bring Clement into this??? Have you no mercy?? I legit nearly fainted reading about this man.

Hehe, I have a bit of a thing for men in uniform, can you imagine Leroy in uniform??? I think he would still have his fatigues somewhere stashed away and probably would bring them out to role-play with Bunny (Once again I am projecting).

But Clement and his wife!!!!! AHHHHH

I can see her family waiting for the best suitor to come around if anything they were hoping for the sheriff's boy. But would have prefered it if another preacher come to town.

I think it would be cool if it was the first he's been to town since he got out of the military. Maybe he wasn't from that town originally and just picked it cause they needed a hunter or something like that. And he's driving through town when he sees the prettiest girl he's ever seen. He practically slams on the brakes and puts the car in reverse to follow her from a distance. He then banged on the door and asked to speak to her father. From there he states his claim. Although it didn't help that he didn't know her name and took like 5 minutes for her father to figure out which daughter he was talking about. And yes!!!! Her parents wanted to say no but no one else came forward and they couldn't let her become an old maid so they have to say yes I loved that he was just scarring/picking off all the other men who were trying to get her hand. and yeah the town is so concerned with the missing men that no one cares the preacher's daughter is marrying a veteran who lives in the middle of the woods that no one knew two weeks ago.

She is kinda mad but she was raised to be a good wife so there's not much she can do. She was expecting to be a sheriff's or a preacher's wife so she was taught to act elegantly and with grace. However, she is watching with thinly veiled disgust at her new husband's wild ways. She doesn't swear, take the lord's name in vain, lie or boast, she is a good preacher's daughter and she will make an even better wife.

"A man who use to wrestle his brothers in the mud, in midnight sneak onto the fields of farms and flip over cows, race his father’s beat up truck on dirt roads, come home in the pinch of night covered in dry dirt head to toe, lost his virginity in a barn on some haystacks, never taught proper manners, his Sunday best (if he actually went to church) was a regular white shirt with dirt covered jeans and his failed attempt to slick back his hair, went skinny dipping, went to house parties held in the woods, use to work in a pork processing factory, was never given a curfew, education and learning wasn’t his strong suite, jump off cliffs into big lakes" ------ This is an amazing description! I love that I instantly know who he is and I love it!

He would think she was such a frigid bitch, he loves her don't get me wrong, he's obsessed with her, but almost to the point where he hates that he does. She represents everything he never got, all the meals his mama had to skip, all the clothes his papa couldn't afford to repair, and all the years being squished under the fancy people's boots. She might not be rich but her family never had to starve and a part of him resents that he loves a woman like her. So different to him. People would turn their noses at him if he had ever dreamed of marrying a woman like her, let alone touching her. I love the idea that if he had missed that initial first look, he would have had to forcibly take her, shoot her soon-to-be husband and just run away with her. If you like country/folk music you should listen to charlie boy by benjamin Dakota rogers, as soon as I read that, the song came to me, it is literally that storyline, also john came home, and I was planning on writing a fic around it.

The sad thing about this reader is she is used to being oppressed so what is marriage if it not for the same thing. It would be a bit sad, and since I love happy endings, I think it would be so cute if clem could see she dreamed of being a nurse when she was a kid so he enrols her in an all-women's nursing school. She would be so happy! Every day clem takes her to school on his way to work and picks her up on the way back. He would let her study anatomy on him, and he was more than happy to help with reproduction study ;) But I see this only happening after maybe a year or so when they both have opened up their hearts to each other.

The start though is her being disgusted with him and trying to hide that, but he makes it hard to hide it when he sculls a beer and then another one during the wedding dinner. He pinches her bottom and slaps it in front of his friends. He whispers in her ear that she is going to have open her legs for a poor, filthy labourer like him and that it is her job as a wife to pleasure him no matter how he wants it. You are so right! I think he would be mean, calling her filthy things in bed to get a rise out of her (but I think she would like it, unlike Alwyn's reader, this one never wanted a sheltered life, she wanted to rebel from her parents, rebel from being a perfect woman, so him calling her these things allows her to rebel in a way, to destroy the perfect life her parents had planned).

Please tell me more !!! I loved it!!!!

Lots of love mae xx

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@svnsworn​ appeared in the inbox for keeses

       The cycling advertisements lit up like towers into the dark sky above Night City.  On a clear enough night like tonight,  you could see them even from out here in Red Peaks.  If she ignored the corporate advertisement being shoved down her throat like anatomy she definitely did not ask for,  it was almost ... almost pretty.  Not that Red Peaks had much to offer anyway.  She was friends with Joss Kutcher and her family who lived out here,  and who had let her park her car in front of their house tonight while she and Felix were returning from a job way out in the eastern Badlands.  Sure,  she could’ve finished the drive,  but the promise of a warm meal in a cozy home and a quiet night’s sleep was too much to pass up.

After dinner with Joss and playing with the kids for a bit,  Byleth had taken Felix by the hand and brought him back outside.  She climbed up on to the roof of her car,  her heels resting on the windshield,  and invited him to do the same.  The world she knew and...  well,  knew,  was absolutely nothing like the one he’d come from  --  a fact she was learning more and more thoroughly every single day that she spent time with him.  Felix was a fish out of water,  to put it gently.  But he’d grown on her the more time they spent together. 

And he looked damn good in a leather jacket.  What could she say?  She had eyes.  And those eyes worked.

“Dorian seemed to like you,”  she teased, elbowing him slightly.  “Maybe ‘cos he beat you at that VR game.”     Okay,  maybe that one wasn’t entirely fair,  but it was kind of funny.

The banter eventually quieted as the night grew later.  Feeling tired,  she nudged Felix until he climbed down from her roof, but instead of heading straight for the empty trailer to the side that Joss had offered them for the night,  she hopped off from her car and stood in front of him instead. 

“Felix...   can I kiss you?”  The nod was small - surprised - but there all the same.  Byleth reached up and,  with her hands gripping on to both of of his lapels,  she pulled him down towards her,  her eyes sliding shut as their lips connected.  Her body pressed against his and she realized two things very quickly:  He was unlike anyone she’d ever met or ever would meet,  and she’d definitely fallen for him.

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