#and having a dad with anger issues teaches you to have worse anger issues so that hes fucking sick of dealing with you

[235uranium]

I haaaaate when ppl treat ford being upset over his identity being taken and his house getting turned into essentially a mockery of his research was completely unreasonable

like, was stan doing his best with a terrible situation? absolutely! would ford kicking him out be an actually fair option? fuck no!

but he's been in this dimension for probably 12 hours. god knows the last time he's slept. he'd been nearly dead prior to going thru the portal and now has to deal with the fact that he's lost everything. he doesn't even have his own identity anymore.

I honestly don't even think half the shit ford says to stan is truly about stanley or ford's opinion of him, so much as it is about his own issues and how weighed down with guilt he is.

I think its worth noting that ford only ever says mean things about stan when he's pissed off- when he's not angry, he's much more willing to actually discuss things and try to find common ground (such as when he invites stan to play d,d&d).

it honestly comes off more as him not knowing how to communicate anger outside of hurting people than it does genuine malice towards stan. and also I don't think ford ever really internalized that stan was homeless in the duration of the show

#☢️.txt #ford pines #gravity falls #like again its an asshole move but the sentiment (im upset that you brought me back to the apocalypse i caused and i cant even have my name #isnt like. abnormal?? #ford is really really bad at just fucking telling stan how hes feeling and instead chooses to be vague and then explode #and again its not stans fault! he didnt have a whole lot of choices! and what ford said WAS hurtful #also yeah i genuinely do not think ford has processed like anything stan has said about his past #like hes told about it while having a psychotic breakdown and again after nearly getting killed #and then getting dragged back into his own dimension and realizing that bill is almost certainly going to win #hes not processing 'i was homeless' all hes thinking is how he personally has doomed everyone in this room #he has the realization at 4 am months later and feels Fucking Terrible #90% sure the reason i read his actions this way is my autism tends to make me do this #and having a dad with anger issues teaches you to have worse anger issues so that hes fucking sick of dealing with you

[greatooglymooglyyy]

The Last Ride Chapter One (AU Cowboy!C.Sturniolo)

summary: when spoiled and sheltered city girl Y/N finds herself in running in the wrong crowd, her dad gives her an ultimatum. it's either spend the summer of her gap year on her uncle's ranch or face being cut off and finding a job. just when she thinks it can't get any worse, she meets Chris, the brooding farmhand who thinks he knows her type. but as the summer goes on, they both realize there may be more to the other than meets the eye.

requested and advised by @rootbeerworshiper

contains: cussing, family issues, arguing, bickering, emotional manipulation, 2.3k words

a/n: so fucking nervous and excited for this series guys. love ya so much. this is crazyyyy

series masterlist (reading the prologue is v rec'd)

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“Irresponsible-”

“Dad-”

“Wreckless-”

“Dad. I’m-”

“Inconsiderate!”

I sigh and close my eyes, letting my body slouch down in his office chair. I thought the fact that he sent me upstairs last night without a word meant he was going to be calm and collected this morning, but nope. I’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes while he’s been ranting and raving at me, not even giving me the chance to defend myself.

“Dad,” I say when he pauses again and stares at me. “I get it okay. I fu-” I clear my throat, wincing at the look he gives me. “I messed up. I’m sorry.”

He walks around his desk, takes his seat in front of me, and studies me for a second. When he speaks again, his voice is free of anger and instead just full of sadness. “I don’t think you are. Do you understand that you and your friends set production back three weeks on the warehouse? Construction was supposed to start Monday but now I have to tell the crew it’s been delayed. Do you care at all about that?”

I scrunch my nose up in annoyance and confusion. “Okay? It’s just a few weeks, Dad. I’m sure they’ll be fine. Look, can I go now? I broke my nail last night and I really need to-” He slams a hand down on the desk, startling me into silence.

“Y/N! Be quiet!” He pinches the bridge of his nose, attempting to regain composure. “Three weeks can be everything to someone who needs a job. But it’s my fault you don’t understand that. I’ve spent your life trying to make sure you had everything you ever wanted but I should have been teaching you what it means to work for it.” He takes a deep breath and then stands, crossing his arms and nodding as if deciding on something. “But that’s about to change.”

I stare back at him, my mouth slightly ajar still from the shock of his tone. He’s never been this angry with me before and I don’t know how to handle it.

“What do you mean?” I ask cautiously.

“I’m going to pay my crew for the time that they’re missing. And you,” he gestures at me theatrically “are going to pay me back every cent. I’m sending you to your Uncle Buck’s ranch to work off your debt.”

I stare at him blankly and tilt my head, thinking I must have heard him wrong. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Dad!” I laugh with incredulity. “You want to send me to work in Nowhere, Louisiana? That is so not fair.”

He rolls his eyes at me. “That town is where I was raised. It has a way of teaching you lessons that you clearly need right now.”

I square my shoulders at him, a defiant twinkle in my eye before I give him a strong “No.”

“Wasn’t a question, darling.”

“No!” I say, standing now. “You can’t make me.”

He narrows his eyes at me and then takes a step back. “You’re right about that. You are eighteen now so I can’t make you. But that means I can cut you off completely. No car. No money. Nada. And that’s exactly what I'll do if you don’t go.”

My eyes widen and I blink profusely at him gauging his seriousness but he’s as earnest as I’ve ever seen him. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes but instead of standing here crying, I just storm out of his office and run up the stairs.

“Good idea.” He calls behind me. “You should pack. Your flight leaves in 22 hours.”

*************

My dad puts the car in park and looks over at me but I refuse to meet his eye.

"I cannot believe you are doing this to me.”

He sighs, placing a hand on my shoulder. “This isn’t something I’m doing to you, honey. This is something I’m doing for you. I love you but I don’t know if I like this person you’re becoming and I don’t think you do either.” My eyes start burning at this and I snatch away from him, hopping out of the car to grab my luggage. Dad meets me at the trunk, silently pulling out my suitcase and placing it on the ground.

I finally lock eyes with him and give him a hard look. “I am never going to forgive you for this.”

He winces slightly but sets his jaw stubbornly. “That’s a chance I’ll just have to take. I’ll see you at the end of the summer.”

I don’t respond, just grabbing my luggage and heading into the airport.

When I get through security, I have a seat in my section and pull out my phone to check the time on my boarding pass. I get a new message and sigh, finally filtering through the bullshit my friends have sent me.

Jace 🥵

hey baby are you okay? my bad about the party. you know i get on that shit. but never again, ok?

u up? i’m so fucking horny

Lydia 👯‍♀️

OMFG GIRL! Thank you so much for not telling your dad I was there. My mom would have literally canceled my Dubai trip. I love you FOREVER. Call me so I can tell you what Dylan said last night!

Brielle 💋

Hey. I’m so fucking sorry for leaving you. It was so shitty of us. Please let me know you’re ok?

I scoff at my phone and block them all one by one before turning my phone off. Maybe a couple of months away won’t be such a bad thing after all.

*************

On second thought? No. It absolutely is. I look around in horror at what must be the smallest airport in the United States. There’s not even a baggage claim. I literally have just to wait while some guy brings out the luggage one by one.

When I’m finally outside, I look around for the car my Uncle was supposed to be sending but all I see is pickup trucks and dirt. I pull out my phone to call Dad when someone speaks up.

“Y/N?”

I look up to see a boy around my age looking a bit impatient. He has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, crystal blue like the early morning sky. He’s wearing a simple flannel shirt, some well-worn Wranglers, and a trucker hat. When I bring my eyes back up to his face, he gives me a look that says I’ve been quiet for too long and I snap out of it.

“Yes! Thank god. I thought they forgot about me.”

“Nah. Your uncle sent me. I’m Chris.” He says around the toothpick hanging out his mouth. Chris reaches for my suitcase and I let him take it, following him to the car. He moves quickly and I rush to keep up. Kind of rude for a driver.

“Don’t you guys usually have a sign or something?” I look him up and down before adding, “And dress a little less… dingy?”

He stops looking over his shoulder at me and I stop in my tracks before I can slam into him.

“Excuse me?” He says, clearly offended.

“I just mean, in LA at least, chauffeurs are usually-”

“Chauffeur?” He cuts me off with an abrupt laugh. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

I look around the parking lot for emphasis. “Well, what else am I supposed to think? You’re picking me up from the airport!”

“Damn girl, you really are out of touch. I’m doing your uncle a favor. You’ve never picked a friend up from the airport before?” He tosses my suitcase in the bed of his Ford F150 and heads around the truck as I feel myself reddening. I open the passenger door and pause, noticing how grimy the interior is and not wanting to get my skirt dirty.

Chris watches me with unconcealed amusement. “You can walk if you’d like. It’s only a cool 25 miles. I’m sure it’ll be a breeze in those shoes.”

I roll my eyes and hop in, mentally adding ruining a Coach skirt to my dad’s list of sins. Chris cracks up the car and to my surprise, instead of country music, a rap song starts up. I look over at him impressed. “You know LUCKI?”

He rolls his eyes and takes off his hat, scratching his head. “We have the same internet you do.”

“Not with that shirt you don’t,” I mutter under my breath, turning to look out the window. There’s nothing to see but fields, dead grass, and the occasional horse grazing so I turn back to Chris.

“Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot.” I start, but he interrupts me.

“Nah. You’re exactly what I expected.”

I narrow my eyes at him, sitting back in the seat. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He counts them off, tapping the steering wheel as he does. “Entitled. Bratty. Unprepared.” He says the last one with a pointed look at my outfit.

I laugh without humor and clap. “Wow. All of that in ten minutes, huh? Okay, let me try." I tap my finger on my chin pretending to think. "You’re a backwater hillbilly whose idea of a vacation is driving out to Texas. You had big dreams of leaving this piece of shit town, but whoops! You’re still here.” I glance in the backseat, spotting a booster seat, and go for the kill shot. “What was it, hm? Babymama drama?”

Chris scowls at me, his eyes full of distaste. “You shouldn’t speak on shit you have no idea about. That seat’s for my sister. But thank you for proving my point. Why don’t we add judgy to that list?”

I snap my mouth shut and avert my eyes mutter a quiet, "Whatever." before reaching for my purse to popping in my AirPods. From my peripheral, I see Chris smirk and turn up the radio. When I’m sure he’s not looking, I chance a glance at him. He’s rapping the words of the song softly, bopping his head to the beat. I trail my eyes over his jaw, noticing the stubble lining it. Chris flicks his gaze over at me and I immediately look away, chastising myself.

He might be cute… Who am I kidding? He’s gorgeous. But he’s not worth a minute of the trouble. I sigh deeply and let my head fall against the headrest, closing my eyes and letting the music take over.

*************

I sigh in relief when we come to a stop in front of my Uncle’s house. It’s been years since we’ve been back here, I was only eight the last time, but hardly anything has changed.

The land still seems huge to me, stretching out several hundred acres; which is beyond impossible in LA. The house is beautiful, even though it’s clearly old, a rustic-style home with red shutters and a wraparound porch. My dad told me once that my grandpa built it all by himself as a wedding gift to my granny. My heart tugs a bit at the reminder of them and I push it away and hop out of the truck.

Chris is already pulling my luggage out of the bed when I come around and I go to take it, muttering a quiet thank you, before I hear my name being called.

“As I live and breathe, if it isn’t my bunny!” My Aunt Birdie calls from the screen door before stepping out onto the porch. I grin at the old nickname and drop the suitcase, running up the few stairs to hug her. She nuzzles me into her arms and I can’t believe how much I’ve missed these hugs without knowing it.

“My my. Aren’t you as pretty as a magnolia in May?” She coos when she pulls back, pressing a palm to my cheek. I beam at her and she calls over her shoulder for my uncle.

She lets me go, moving past me to speak to Chris.

“And thank you, darlin', for getting her for us. You know how that truck of ours likes to kick up a fuss somethin’ fierce.” She says, placing a hand on his shoulder as he walks past her carrying the luggage.

“You know it’s no trouble.” He says politely and I scoff, causing both of them to look at me. I cover it up with a cough and shrug, finally stepping into the house. Uncle Buck comes around the corner, grinning from ear to ear.

“Y/N!” He’s freshly up from a nap, sleepiness evident in his face, but comes over to wrap me in a hug. “How was the trip? Hope you and Chris hit it off.” He says, throwing a smile his way.

“Oh, yes sir. She’s…” Chris hesitates. “somethin’. That’s for sure.”

I glare at him and he shrugs, turning back to my aunt and uncle. Uncle Buck takes a seat in his rocking chair and gestures for me to sit on the couch.

“Okay, honey. I’m gonna give it to you straight. I know you don’t want to be here.” He raises a hand when I try to interject. “Now, let me finish. I know you don’t want to be here but you are. Now what we do here is honest work. This is work you can take pride in. And that’s what I expect from you. Good honest work. Are we clear?” He says, his voice as stern as he can manage but I see the cracks in his facade. I nod anyway, not wanting to give him any trouble.

“Good!” He says, his good-natured smile returning. “Cus’ Chris, here’s a tough cookie. He’ll keep you on your toes.”

My eyes widen at this and I look between my aunt and uncle’s faces in horror. “What?”

“Oh, he didn’t tell you?” My uncle asks. “Chris here is our lead farmhand. You’ll be reporting to him this summer.”

There’s just no way this is happening. I drag my eyes to Chris reluctantly and find him giving me the most shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen.

He tips the brim of his hat sarcastically and chuckles.

“Welcome to the crew, city girl.”

Oh. I’m so fucked.

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@teapartyprincess4two @whicked-hazlatwhore @sukiipjs @accio326 @sturniolosmind

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[imintoomanyfandomscuzihaveadhd]

Random ass spider headcanons that are in my maladaptive daydream

Warning: Not proof read, Cussing, probably OOC, acro ace kiri, mentions of AOT,

First and foremost FUCK HIS FOSTER FAMILY UNCLE NORM RAISED SPIDER 😤

His pain tolerance is through the roof. Like he fell out of a tree and was confused on why Lo’ak was freaking out, he looked down and was like “oh my leg’s broke”

He also like never gets sick but when he does it’s bad

Poor baby got abandonment and anger issues 😭

Probably projecting but he’s got ADHD. It was worse when he was little but he still has his hyper manic episodes

This boy radiates so much heat it’s not even funny

HE CAN SING 😩 AND PLAY THE GUITAR 😫

However he can’t dance worth shit💀 all he can do is a awkward shuffle

Projecting (again) but he tries to take care of his hair but gives up really easily. Like he will have a solid hair routine for like a week and just forgets about it instantly

subconsciously brings samples back to the lab.

This poor boy is touch starved please give him a hug

Most of the young Na’vi kids love him despite their parents distaste

Secretly watches his parents video diaries but pretends like he never wants to see them especially his dads

Him and norm watch old anime and superhero movies that was saved on drives

His hair grows hella fast

He’s a very fast learner

He knows Spanish definitely can and will cuss anybody who doesn’t understand it out

Lyle: “SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT HE’S SAYING I DONT SPEAK TACO BELL”

Lopez:😭🤣

Has crazy ass sleepwalking spells. Like everyone in the lab literally couldn’t find him. Norm decided he would go avatar to look for spider outside and spider was dead ass asleep in the pod💀

He also sleeps like a rock like the whole lab could get blown away and he would still be sleeping

Morning boi. Like why is he up at 5:30am eating breakfast watching old Pokémon reruns on a Wednesday 🤨

His room is a disaster

Steals avatar/recom clothes

Norm: “Spider, give me back my shirt it’s like 6x your size”

Spider, who looks like a toddler cuz the shirt is so big: “So? You just jealous I look hotter than you in it🙄”

I feel like there’s random period where spider will just wonder off into the forest when he’s not feeling mentally well. And it’s ok because he got the ewya armor

Like he’s found his own secret caves and groves to go to when he’s upset or just wants to be alone

Him and loak once stole the Navi equivalent to alcohol, got drunk and Jake beat their ass

Helps teach Navi kids English

Him, loak, kiri, havin waifu talk after spider showed them the wonderful world of anime

Lo’ak: “historia is top tier”

Spider: “man fuck historia have you seen ANNIE AND MIKASA 😩”What can I say man loves him a strong woman

Kiri: “acro ace vibing with hange”

Boy’s oblivious as hell

omeone will flirt with him and 3 day later while he’s chilling in the lab he’ll go: “HOLY SHIT……THEY WERE FLIRTING WITH ME-”

The waifu one was based off these videos here

@hyperfixatedfandomer @naavispider @today-or-tumble

#avatar #fandom #avatarfanfic #spider socorro #avatarwayofthewater #avatar way of water #avatar 2 #headcanon #avatar loak #kiri avatar #norm spellman #miles soccoro #miles spider socorro #spider soccoro x reader #miles socorro x reader

[gayleafpool]

Talk about Varian

IM ALWAYS READY TO TALK ABOUT THAT LOSER!! get ready

-> one thing i’ve been thinking SO hard about lately is the potential of a lady caine and varian friendship. imagine it. she lost her dad and varian thought he lost his which drove them to seek revenge against and grow to hate the royal family. they both get thrown in prison. and basically forgotten about. A FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN THEM WOULD BE SO FUNNY he would probably think she was soooo cool. wait imagine if they had cells near each other in prison. imagine if she saw the things he went through w andrew in prison and thought hm wow that was insane and fucked up. what if they meet again later on like post s3 and become sorta pals and feel like they can vent their lingering resentment toward royalty w each other and just like. idk talk about all the shit they went through. WHAT THEN HUH

-> related i get so emo about varian repressing his trauma and like, outwardly it seems like he got over everything that happened to him with the blizzard/amber/prison/etc etc but really it was more relief that rapunzel forgave him and was able to free quirin so it felt like everything should be FINE and it would easy to just leave everything in the past so he tries and he thinks he’s getter better and doing well but he’s really getting so much worse and refuses to address or process any of the shit he went through until it all majorly comes crashing down a while later. there are these little signs in the way he behaves like he acts weirdly reckless sometimes and will put himself in bad situations, just starts to exhibit signs of what happened to him. iykyk u know we know. and it’s so hard for him to rationalize this and accept this bc his feelings are so complicated bc he would tell himself that he deserved to be treated that way or even liked it because he was so lonely and desperate for positive attention so there’s this shame and guilt aspect that makes it 10x harder to talk about and AUGHHHHHHH. i could write an essay. this is so important to me. everyone be nice to me about this

-> okay lighter topic. something i always forget about varian is that he’s a good artist like canonically i think that’s so fun. THEREFORE: varian and rapunzel drawing/painting together. ENOUGH SAID!!!!! i love them

wait now i’m thinking more varian and rapunzel thoughts. rapunzel teaching him how to dance. rapunzel being one of the few people who’s happy to sit and listen to him ramble about chemistry n shit cuz she loves learning new things so she’s genuinely interested. they are so <3 IVE ALSO SAID BEFORE that i think varian looooves learning new languages and he’s really good at it and i think rapunzel would be too!! they just end up having lots of common interests

also i refuse to believe varian ever gets taller than her i just cant see it

-> mmfmfmfmfmf varian and ulla thoughts. the fact that they look so similar makes me crazy. i also like to imagine that his hyperactive inquisitive balls to the walls insane personality comes mostly from her too. cute but batshit 🫶🫶 also the anger issues. u know that image that’s like i inherited my mother’s anger yeah thats varian. also the idea that quirin is so protective of varian bc he feels like he couldn’t protect ulla esp when you factor in that varian is basically just a copy of her. WAUGH!!!!! i’m emo.

something something donella seeing hugo start to catch feelings for varian and being like oh so this little shit is EXACTLY like his mother. bc it reminds her of how she loved ulla but could never have her. and it makes her hate varian sooo bad. girl rein in the projection

this has been explosion hour with gayleafpool come again soon

#asks #KISSES U #ummm #mentions of abuse #abuse #<- to be safe #varian

[dious-chaos]

I've been deeply delving into Supernatural at the moment and I just put something together that I felt should be out in the interwebs.

Dean Winchester and his layers

Obviously we have the stuff everyone already knows right? He likes pie, he has anger issues, he feels overprotective of Sam. But Dean is actually incredibly intelligent yet downplays it for Sam (nothing against Sam cuz I love that man too) and everyone else, some examples of that: He made his own emf reader out of a cassette player and electromagnet from a microwave, he hacked/disarmed a museums security alarm, referenced Vonnegut; Homer; Lord of the Flies and Tolkien, watched and loved Star Trek, he plays dress up/cosplays/larps, etc. Dean was also the one who cared about holidays, trying so hard to give them to little Sammy, and being hurt when adult Sam wanted none of it. Dean had to take on the role of mom and dad for Sam his entire life, even going hungry so his little boy didn’t. He's an amazing cook, has crazy good mechanical skills, loves anything to do with music- karaoke, guitars on his wall, cassette to Cas- and Dean even had a career picked out which had nothing to do with hunting… he wanted to be a firefighter. Dean even took a teaching role as PE teacher in one episode when he could've picked anything else, that just builds a better image of the caring man Dean raised himself to be. Not to mention the fact that when Sam was in the cage with Lucifer Dean GOT OUT!! He wanted that apple pie life, the life he pushed Sam into his whole life because he knew only one of them would get that chance… and of course he'd want it to be his brother/son.

He grew up to hide his wants and dreams in order to please the man who only wanted a soldier, Dean even went so far as seeing his own life as less than Sam and pushing to die instead of the brother he took care of alone. Dean gained food insecurity, he never knew when he would get to eat and we see this throughout the show as he shoves any free food into his mouth like he'll never eat again. He also showed signs of CPTSD, a mental health condition that can develop if you experience chronic (long-term) trauma.

It involves stress responses, such as: Anxiety (maybe like how got scared and he immediately apologized after not shooting John, and then knew it wasn’t his father because the demon wasn’t upset), Having flashbacks or nightmares (post hell is the first thing that comes to mind), Avoiding situations (trying to keep the peace between Sam and John), places and other things related to the traumatic event (avoiding Lawrence KS for decades), Heightened emotional responses, such as impulsivity or aggressiveness (he gets really upset in difficult conversations first and then the other emotions come later), Persistent difficulties in sustaining relationships (come on, Dean is a ladies man).

Examples of chronic trauma include: Long-term child physical or sexual abuse (tell me that John didn’t physically abuse or "discipline" his boys), Long-term domestic violence (again.. Physical abuse by John), Being a victim of human or sex trafficking (not canon… but it could have happened in all the years his father neglected them and sucked off to fight the monsters while his own kids struggled to get by), War (hunter and monsters are at war), Frequent community violence (hunters and monsters alike can be POS). While CPTSD is often associated with chronic trauma in childhood, adults who experience chronic trauma can also develop the condition (which means it only gets worse for Dean as he gets older and doesn't get help for it).

So yeah. Dean deserved better than a piece of rebar at the ass end of Supernatural, that’s all..

#dean winchester #dean winchester deserved better #john winchester sucked #good brother dean winchester #dean winchester is a better dad to sam

[juriyuna]

There's something very heartwarming to me about how Juri said in her ch.8 Kagome interview that she's never been able to think about a future for herself because of her sickness, and then ch.10 gives us a Kimochi mindscape scene where we see her 14 years down the road, all grown up and living a normal, peaceful life. (well, as peaceful as it can be, given the circumstances)

For the longest time, Juri had no idea how she'd ever get a handle on her sickness, or if she even could. She says she and her dad tried everything they could think of to help her manage it, but nothing worked. It's been a problem since she was a kid, and only got worse when she became a teenager. She's almost gotten expelled from school on multiple occasions, between acting out, getting into fights, failing classes/tests, and forgetting assignments. The stress of having a mental illness she couldn't control created its own terrible ouroboros of anger and self-loathing. She was so sure that the only future she had ahead of her was death, since she thought all she'd ever be capable of is causing problems for everyone she cares about.

But then we see her as an adult, in a stable relationship with Yuna, raising their daughter (Ao) together. She's got friends, a good job as a mechanic, and a comfortable home life with a family who loves her. (Ao- who says in several of her homescreen quotes that she prefers to play games alone- even asks Yuna and Juri "Mom, Mama, can we play together once?" which is super sweet.) Juri's just thriving. ;_;

Her issues haven't completely gone away, of course, but she's gotten a lot better at dealing with them over the years. Her stress doesn't build up as easily, and fighting the Kimochi appears to be enough to help her blow off steam. She's considerably more laid-back, not as quick to pick fights as she was when she was younger. Her job is very hands-on (as well as sort of messy lol), which is perfect for someone like her.

We also get to see her go from "friendless; always sits alone for lunch at school, declining her classmates' offers for company (Juri's MSS)" → "has gotten closer with the other Promised Blood girls; sees the world a little differently now that she's realized just how fun it is to spend time with friends (ch.8/Kagome interview)" → "teaching her daughter about the importance of making friends (ch.10/ep.4)". Growth!!

It might sound kinda cheesy, but man... This sort of thing is the core of PMMM to me. Like, maybe life is kicking the shit out of you. Maybe everything feels bleak. But you don't have to go it alone; there are people who love you. Things really do get better, even if you can't imagine it right now. You just gotta hang onto hope.

#magia record #ooba juri #this whole chapter was good in general #''you're not alone; there's still hope for your future'' was the theme of both this chapter and sudachi's battle museum #and god i am a sucker for it #makes my heart all mushy every time ;; #long post #(kinda?)

[noobtiedoo]

No but listen: There’s so much talk about how Steve would be a good dad. And how Eddie would be the fun dad. But Billy?  Billy would be amazing as a parent. Hear me out:

-Everyone knows Billy has anger issues and is this tough untouchable douche which only turns around after Starcourt. So imagine everyone’s surprise when Billy just melts when he holds that little bundle of joy in his arms. And he’s all soft with it. -He’s extremely careful and awkward at first because What if i drop my child, holy fuck she/he’s so tiny. -Everyone gets anxiety when the baby pulls on Billy’s hair but he just allows it to happen. -He’s anxious all the time because he swore on his life that he will never be like his old man and he’s constantly worried that he might be just like Neil. And he does everything he can to be nothing like Neil. -He refuses to get rid of the Camaro but with the baby on board he drives at a snail’s pace which makes even the elderly people honk behind him. -He’s extremely protective. -He awkwardly asks Joyce for help on parenting because he knows fuck all on how to care for an infant and no offence to Hopper but he’s just more comfortable asking Joyce. Though he and Susan get along better she’s not the kind he’d ask advice from. Has to be Joyce.  -He forgoes fixing the mess his hair is because he’s exhausted getting up 3 times a night to hush his crying kid. He’s got bags under his eyes by this point. -Going from a hot life guard to an exhausted young dad just makes him somehow 10 times more attractive. -He gets tears in his eyes when the baby says ‘dada’ for the first time. -More tears for the first few steps -He hoards the kid’s little gifts (drawings, rocks, sticks) like a dragon because -what do you mean throw it away? my kid gave me this- 

-He wants to teach his kid how to surf. (+Bonus points for vacation with the Harringtons because Steve was talking about his kids and learning how to surf. ++ bonus points if he teaches his own kid AND Steve’s kid(s) how to surf.)

-If the kid grows and it’s a girl, every time there’s a school dance or party he intimidates the fuck out of her dates and scares them into bringing her home on time. No funny business allowed. 

-Imagine his embarrassment if he has to buy sanitary products for his daughter.

-Trying to give his kid ‘the talk’ and Max tells them Billy was WAY worse at their age and giving him shit for it.

- If it’s a boy then Billy lets him pick his own sport. And if he doesn’t like it he can switch because he’s not Neil and he isn’t going to force his kid to play a sport that he doesn’t like.

-He is supportive of his kid’s hobbies because he never got to have that when he was young. 

-He teases Max with being ‘Auntie Maxine’

And i’m sure there’s plenty more reasons.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #william hargrove #max hargrove #eddie munson #dads

[hornyf0ckers]

Obey me as Dads

//Disclaimer//

THIS IS MY PERSONAL OPINION OF THE CHARACTERS THAT I SEE FIT. I'VE SEEN MANY VERSIONS OF THIS WHICH I THINK AREN'T REALISTIC SO I MADE MY OWN VERSION.

LUCIFER

The unaffectionate, cold strict Dad

Overprotective of you, no one gets to mess with you and he will go great lengths to ensure that

He wouldn't be able to spend time with you due to paperwork, so you two don't get to bond that often

He has strict rules so stuff like eating candy before dinner or being awake after bed time is a no go.

He's really stressed and a busy man but he still tries to be a good dad towards you

You're the only one who he's soft to

Would spoil you with gifts to make up for the time he couldn't spend with you

Would do things as rocking you to sleep when he's on a call or let's you play wirh toys on his lap while he finishes paperwork

If you have a tantrum he would not have it. He wont hesitate to give you a time out but will afterwards talk it out with you and find a solution that fits both of you

If you ignore his flaws he's actually a good dad

7/10

MAMMON

the "imma go ahead and buy some milk" kind of dad (atleast at first)

would hate to pay child support so he accepts his fate

at first he didn't like you nor did he know how to take care of you.

-seriously he's as immature as a 10 year old boy

would ask his brothers for advice and help

tried to sell you once but got scolded at lucifer

but after a while he eventually grows fond of you and takes you everywhere.

he's proud of you and spoils the shit outta ya.

brags to everyone how you are his child and how cool of a dad he is

would forget to feed you at times so others have to step in

but if it comes to having fun he's the best dad to have.

he will give you the greatest time and would definitely take you to his photo shoots

probably took you once and shot a photo with you which gained him a lot of money so it became a regular thing

probably tries to sell photos of you too

would teach you to play cards and everything you need to know about gambling (lucifer scolded him afterwards, especially if he tried taking you gambling with him)

7/10

LEVIATHAN

do you know those gamer dads? yeah he's one of them

would have you sit in his lap while he plays games or even teach you some if you're old enough

you would be constantly with him playing games

he's not good at taking care of your health tho(he doesn't even take care of himself)

you would he anti social as he's not going outside with you to interact with others as often as he should

since he plays all day and night only eating junk food you would probably do the same

he would have the others taking you outside if he doesn't fel like sociolazing

the others forcefully had to drag you out with him to take care yourselves (asmo would probably help you with that)

he's really insecure and you would have to comfort him with that

his insecurities may rub off on you

would question if he's even a good father and worthy of being your dad

but if there's a new anime convention he would take you there and buy you everything you want

Cosplaying together is a regular thing between you two

you two probably hate mammon

would be the typ of dad to also have fun with you, like a best friend

8/10

SATAN

The type of dad that would try to teach you everything in this world

You would probably end up being the smartest kid in all the three realms

You are anger issues 2.0

even tho he has anger issues, he never directed them towards you. you gave him a purpose and

even with his anger out bursts you still love him.

would read books to you all the time

you end up joining the anti lucifer league

pranking lucifer with satan & belphie becomes a regular thing

he's actually quite chill bit if someone dares to hurt you he will do 100% worse to them

actually knows how to take care of you due to all the books he has read

probably be suffocating you with knowledge tho

would want you to be smart and well mannered which may pressure you

if you both get into a fight it will not end well

probably ends up traumatising you with his anger

would totally make up for it tho

visits cat cafes with you

you both are cat lovers

8/10

ASMODEUS

oh boy

you were probably the result of a random hookup but he still loves you

in his eyes you are his child and because of that you are the best and as such you deserve the best

would dress you up and make you the most beautiful child out of the three realms -takes you to modelling shoots

playing in the mutt or making a mess while playing is a no go though

would not let you get dirty or ruin your skin so you wouldn't get creative freedom every child needs

your sleep schedule and diet is perfectly planned

his narcissism would rub off on you

tho he would try to keep you pure, as it makes you cuter (no cuss words or sexual things near you)

you would need to be well mannered

narcissistic parents most likely will have an impact to the child so you may need professional help in the future (would never do anything bad to you on purpose

would take you shopping and do skin routines with you tho

would not allow anyone to spread rumors about your or hurt you

7/10(if you ignore the narcissism problem)

BEELZEBUB

the supportive kind dad

also the kind of dad that you would watch a football match with

would definitely be happy that you came into his life -would gladly play with you and spend time with you in general

tho he would over feed you which will lead to general health issues

you are the only one who he'll share his food with

can't get angry at you when you eat his custard but will give you a talk on why you shouldn't do that anymore

probably the sweetest dad of the brothers

would lift you up and throw you in the air to catch you

he sometimes may be to rough with you and hurt you accidentally

would apologise and bring you your favourite food -you and belphegor cuddle alot

you three are almost all the time together

he would definitely try to teach you sport doesn't know how fragile you are tho and sometimes overdo it

You two make food together and eat all the time

8/10

BELPHEGOR

oh boy 2.0

to lazy and sleepy to take care of you properly -

would sleep with you all the time and get annoyed if you wake him up at 3 am(may not even wake up)

instead of feeding or bathing you, he sleeps

your sleep cycle and feeding schedule is fucked up( will cause health problems later on) -tho beel helps him taking care of you so it's not that bad tho

you may bond more with beel than with belphie because of that

but cuddling with him(and sometimes beel) is like heaven

when he's actually awake he's funny to be around

you probably joined the anti lucifer league and do pranks on lucifer

satan may take care of you too when beel and belphie are busy

he may be to lazy to do many activities with you but when he does it's actually quite fun

tho waking him up when you need something is a problem

you can't really rely on him due to his sin so u turn to the others

that kinda makes him sad tho so he tries to stay awake (sometimes succeeds and sometimes not)

you probably hate lucifer and you're sarcastic

6/10

DIAVOLO

the overly cheerfull irresponsible dad

he would definitely take you to town to have fun with him

you two will be like best friends

it's very fun to be around him but he's not good at taking care of you

will not give you any rules so eating candy all day and being awake past your bed time is allowed

will also not punish you (if it's something drastic he will ask lucifer or barbatos for help)

because of that barbatos does most of the parenting

your probably see diavolo as an older brother or best friend and barbatos as a father instead

diavolo may unintentionally manipulate you into obeying him( like he does to everyone)

will have a lot of work to do so he can't always spend time with you

because barbatos is also very busy you often spend your time in purgatory hall or with the brothers (not that you mind ofcourse)

lucifer will be your dad 2.0(or a mother in that matter-)

you took after your dad so you're a cheerful child

but since you are also quite the trouble maker you get on lucifers nerves

you also named the little d's, which diavolo seemed to find funny (little d 2's name is jonny-)

7/10

BARBATOS

the calm and kind father

would teach you manners and how to cook

will teach you everything you need to know about chores and stuff

he's always calm and never raises his voice at you

but doesn't have much time for you due to his duties -either you spend the time at purgatory hall or with the brothers or help him out (is not found of you helping him tho-)

the brothers (cough cough mammon-) would probably treat you like a servant so you spend more time at purgatory hall

you probably end up being diavolo's servant too

if you're serving diavolo you will not get as many hours of work as the others since you are a child (a child of barbatos on top of that)

diavolo totally favours you (of all the other servants)

tho you don't get to play as much as an average child which may make you sad

forced to grow up way to early->you may end up try to take care of everybody else, are a people-pleaser, have self-esteem issues, constantly trying to do more than you are physically capable of, having standards to high standards for yourself

much like your father you end up being calm, kind and responsible

You bake sweets with luke and are probably best friends

7.5/10

SOLOMON

the teasing cool father

he loves to trade you so be ready to deal with that

will teach you magic, spells and to read books -probably uses your for his experiments

he loves to cook for you(please don't eat it) -because of his good cooking skills simeon insisted on cooking for you

to everyone's surprise you actually like his cooking (must be in the genes)

you probably are a bad cook too

you and solomon both tease luke together -the brothers find you shady as hell

you may or may not even be more of a demon that them themselves (solomon too)

if you're lucky you may manage to make a pact with barbatos and asmodeus

you will probably make a lot of pacts with demons in the future

solomon had to stop you once from selling your soul for a 9 chicken macnugget (vegan nuggies if you're vegan)

surprisingly he would know how to take care of you

would put you in dangerous situations tho( experiments and such)

7/10

SIMEON

the loving and sweet father

100% experienced in taking care of children (cough cough luke-)

would teach you how to cook and bake with you (+luke)

you and luke are like siblings

literally the best dad of them all

sometimes be may tease you like he does with luke

he will always treat you like a child which sometimes will get very annoying

wouldn't leave you with the brothers tho (maybe except with lucifer)

no cussing in the house

will protect you from all the evil in this world

won't leave you with solomon either (to afraid he will cook for you)

you sometimes hang around raphael and lucifer when he's busy

you are probably a sweet and well behaved child

lucifer finds you pleasant to be around

you love to bake and you are probably good at it too

he will teach you to write poems

leviathan would adore you(spoilers? idk)

10/10

LUKE (as an older sibling)

scenario: simeon became your legal guardian (you are younger than luke)

luke would 100% adore you

he's happy to not be the youngest and shortest anymore

would be a protective big brother -doesn't let anyone tease you (would even stand up to lucifer if he must)

you two bake all the time

you two love pushies and beg simeon to buy you ones

tea parties and sleepovers will be a regular thing

lucifer and the others see you as chihuahua 2.0

mammon sees you as fiddo 2.0

luke would probably tell you bad things about demons so you may hate demons just like him

you two are always seen together

one of you gets teased the other one stand up for the other

you two once stood up to lucifers once by you standing on lukes shoulders (simeon holding you ofcourse)

you like barbatos and you three bake occasionally

much like luke you see yourself as a grown-up and hate when others treat you as a child

10/10

#obey me #lucifer #Mammon #Leviathan #Satan #Asmodeus #Beelzebub #Belphegor #Diavolo #Barbatos #Solomon #Luke #Simeon #ObeyMe x reader #obey me scenarios #obey me theory #obey me quotes

[hypnomicimagines]

Mistakes [Yamada Ichiro] [College AU]

(TW for abuse both emotional and physical)

Ichiro’s miserable week started with a text from a number he thought he blocked.

He realized it was actually a message from some random social media website he barely posted on, opening it and realizing quickly he shouldn’t have as it told the sender that he had seen it. Seeing the name still made his blood run cold and there wasn’t a chance in hell he was replying, quickly blocking the person and laying his head back on his pillow so he could fall back asleep. He’s plagued by nightmares that night, looking worse for wear the next morning as he dragged himself out to class.

“…The hell’s wrong with you?” Kuko slapped his back, “Who the hell was messaging you at 3 in the morning?”

There’s some relief that Ichiro feels sharing who messaged him that night, glad his strong feelings are shared amongst his friend as Kuko made a disgusted face. He grilled Ichiro about whether he replied and when he shook his head, he seemed satisfied.

“Good. Fuck her.”

“Yeah…” Ichiro still didn’t like acting vicious but the feelings that woman had instilled in him… After all these years he still had trust issues, still worried about burdening his friends with his emotions, couldn’t even make a move on a person he liked because he was so worried about rejection. It’s not that he believed everything he was told but at the same time it was hard to get the words of someone you had once loved out of your head, even if they had proven themselves to be toxic waste.

In class all he can think about is his past, something he hadn’t thought about in a good long while. He was a delinquent once, he had his own code he followed but he had still done less than savory things for… what? Because his dad was horrible? Because he felt like it? Because he hoped there was some lesson the streets would teach him so he could truly feel strong, like the big brother he wanted to be? He had met Kuko and Samatoki because of his mingling and that was why he didn’t think it was entirely a waste, but he had also met her.

His very first love, or maybe the more accurate term would be puppy love.

Ichiro was head over heels the minute he saw her and despite Samatoki telling him to be careful about getting too attached too quickly, Ichiro’s heart knew what it wanted. He had hearts in his eyes as he followed her around like a lovesick puppy and she let him, petting his head and telling him how adorable he looked. She said she liked his eyes and he’d never felt prouder, said his lips were beautiful and he had never felt more attractive.

That was what she did, he realized years later, built him up just so she could knock him down and observe the damage like some sort of science experiment.

It took a long time for Ichiro to push her away, to see what a negative influence she was on him. Jiro had tried to tell him she was horrible but he thought it was jealousy, he was spending less time with his siblings and even less time at home because of having a girlfriend after all. He tried to hang out with Jiro a little more but she didn’t like that. Saburo had tried to tell him she was talking to other men in gross ways, ways he didn’t think a woman who was dating his brother should talk, but Ichiro had scolded him about being nosy and ignored his complaints. She hadn’t liked his brothers either and while that didn’t sit well with him, he didn’t want to break up with her when he cared so much about her. Perhaps she and his brothers would eventually learn to get along for the sake of his happiness.

But she was never concerned about his happiness, not once in her wretched life.

Ichiro had been filled with dread at the thought of having to confront her, at having to see her sad face in person as he told her he didn’t want to be with her anymore. He expected a little more emotion on her end but not the white-hot fury that he got, her anger boiling over as she spat out every issue in the relationship. He was so numb to her insults at that point because they were all things he heard before, little whispered comments, back-handed compliments that had stuck in his brain and been overthought until he was exhausted. His eyes were downcast as she chose to berate him but when her words weren’t getting through to him she grew frustrated, seeing that her goal to hurt him wasn’t working as intended.

She placed both hands against his chest and pushed him, only managing to make him take a step back because of how startled he was. He opened his mouth to ask what she was doing but he’s met with another shove, harder this time, with intent to hurt him. He’s being backed into a corner but he would never raise a hand to a woman, he had been taught that it was wrong and it was one of life’s lessons that he would carry with him to the grave. He stood there like a statue, convincing himself she just had to get it out of her system, that this would be the last thing he would ever have to deal with when it came to her and then he’d have peace in his life. He flinched as her hand raised and she slapped him as hard as she could, one last insult flying out of her mouth before she finally left the house.

Ichiro thought he was still numb but the crumbling pieces of the wall surrounding his heart were falling, his strength only a façade. He had built up his defenses in hopes of cushioning the blow but it seemed her bullets were hollow-point, tearing straight through his flesh and making his heart bleed. He’s barely able to hold back his tears and he feels sick to his stomach, touching his sore chest briefly before he made a beeline to his room. Jiro and Saburo peeked their heads out of their own respective rooms, their worried glances only making Ichiro feel sicker, he couldn’t let them see their big brother in such a weak state. Men weren’t supposed to cry and they weren’t supposed to hit women, they were supposed to just take it and deal with it.

But he couldn’t.

Ichiro had shooed away his younger siblings by telling them he simply felt ill and all he wanted to do was lay in a heap on his bed, hiding his tear-stained face in his pillow as he ignored the texts from all his friends. His exes number appeared a few times in his texts, offering up weak apologies and explanations, begging to talk to him again to fix things, before finally telling him he was a bastard and he would never mean half as much to anyone else. He was a burden that his friends didn’t want to bear, an embarrassment to the Yamada name, and he was lucky if he ever became anything in life since his dad was a crook and his mom was in the ground.

He wished it didn’t hurt but it did, it hurt so badly Ichiro wanted to scream until his throat was raw. He couldn’t though, he didn’t want to alarm Jiro or Saburo who were likely trying to sleep at this hour, but he had to do something about all this pent-up emotion. Why couldn’t he get angry and just say what he wanted? He could call her a bitch and tell her how miserable she had made his life, how low to the ground she had made him feel when he had only tried his best… But the thought of hurting her like that brought him no joy. No happiness. He couldn’t imagine ever wanting to purposely make someone feel that way.

So why did she want to do that to him? What had he done that was so bad he sparked those feelings in her?

Ichiro flinched at seeing hands waving in front of him, a fearful expression momentarily on his face before he looked up to meet your curious gaze. You seemed worried at his reaction and quickly retracted your hands, mumbling an apology.

“Are you okay? You seemed out of it in class.”

“…I didn’t sleep great last night. I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” Ichiro rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, feeling guilty that he had made you worry about him like that.

“It’s okay to tell me things too, you know. I bet I have a gentler view than any of your friends do.” You playfully nudged his arm and he thought about how that didn’t instantly make him panic, not the way it used to when she did it before giving him a seething glare as he said something ‘embarrassing’. “In fact, I even have a nice suggestion.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” Ichiro mustered a smile for you, his heart already feeling just a bit lighter now that he was out of his thoughts.

“Wanna hold hands?” His eyes widened at the bold question, looking down at your ridiculously soft looking hand before he looked back into your eyes. You really wanted to even after he threw up on your shoes? And after all those awkward blunders and typos that totally changed the meanings of his texts, you still wanted to give him that chance? “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

And he believed it really was okay, that you wouldn’t bring this up to hurt him later, to say it was a true show of how much he didn’t care about you. You wouldn’t hold this against him, you wouldn’t decide not to be friends with him anymore over some silly simple thing that he might have a million and one reasons to say ‘no thank you’ to. His heart ached but he was starting to think straight again, his fuzzy thoughts clearing up as you looked at him with a warm, loving smile.

When he looked at you he didn’t see her, when he was with you he could really forget all about her. The only reason he had been comparing you was because of her messages today but… He had done so much growing, made so much progress, he deserved this treat. Deserved to let her fester in her hatred while he experienced a real mature love.

“I’d like to hold hands with you. A lot.”

You offered your hand and he took it gratefully, fingers laced with yours.

A genuine smile finding its way to his face for the first time that day.

#Yamada Ichiro #Ichiro Yamada #Hypnosis Mic #Hypnosis Microphone #Hypnosis Mic Imagines #Hypnosis Microphone Imagines #Hypnosis Mic x Reader #Hypnosis Microphone x Reader #Yamada Ichiro x Reader #Scenario #College AU #AU #TW Abuse

[simplyotometrash]

Some Obey Me Headcanons!

Part One!!

Lucifer

Lucifer has always been the dad sibling. After each of his brothers were “born” while they were angels, he was the one to raise and teach them everything.

It’s common knowledge that Mammon is his favorite. Even if he hates to admit it. He’s hardest on Mammon because it’s the only thing he knows how to do anymore.

Despite the fact that they don’t seem to get along because of Mammon’s antics, Lucifer only ever confides some of his most pent up feelings to the second born. 

The only other person he confides in this deeply is MC.

Before the fall, Belphie was his second favorite brother. Even after things have settled after Belphie was free again, he can never look at the youngest the same.

All he wants is for his brothers to be happy and live on. Even if it means working himself into the ground for their sakes.

He doesn’t ask for help. Help has to be forced upon him.

With how much he works, even at home, it’s not uncommon to find him napping with a pen in hand at his desk and his head on his paperwork.

He wishes he had done better raising Satan. He blames himself for their strained relationship, but he feels as if it is too late to truly fix it.

Sometimes he also wishes he had raised Satan as his son and not his brother, considering Satan was born from his wrath.

Children, for some reason or another, flock to him.

His control issues and needing to know everything that happens under his roof stems from the trauma of the war, the fall, and what happened with Lilith. 

It’s his deepest fear that he will lose his brothers and be completely and utterly alone.

A bisexual mess of a demon. No one can convince me he doesn’t have at least a small crush on Diavolo. 

Mammon

Oh the second born brother. He just wants to see everybody happy. But he always messes up and ends up making people angry instead.

He has severe impulse control issues, hence why he’s broke all the time. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to save his Grimm, I headcanon that his sin of Greed compels him to spend. It controls him and so he struggles to keep money. 

But by gods does he have great luck with gambling. Get him going and he will win big every single time.

But keep that money where he can’t just grab it or else he will be compelled by his sin to buy things.

He doesn’t even want most of the things he buys. His sin took root in that empty space left from the fall and being cast out by the one he called his father. 

His sin pushes him to try and fill that void with objects and money when really he just wants someone’s love.

After centuries of being called scum and a degenerate because of something he has little control over, he gave up trying and gave into just being his sin.

He cries easy but only to MC or Lucifer. He won’t show his tears to any of his other brothers. Maybe Beel sometimes. But only sometimes.

He knows Lucifer’s most precious and deepest secrets. He’s his brother’s confidant. But he doesn’t even breathe a word of these secrets to anyone else.

He tries so hard to get attention, so he does stupid shit. After falling to Devildom, his family was changed forever. So any attention is good attention even when it’s him being punished. 

MC is the one who showed him positive love and attention again. It is one of many reasons he sticks to their side like fucking super glue to skin.

He’s actually a total mom-friend, though you wouldn’t guess it. You’d think he is the type to get drunk and pass out at a party? His alcohol tolerance is actually much higher than he lets on. He cleans up and takes care of people after they’ve all passed out.

Leviathan

He wasn’t nearly as anxious and against socializing before falling to Devildom. He retreated into himself out of fear of the unknown world they had all fallen into after the war.

He has an anxious attachment style. He knows it isn’t healthy. It’s rooted in the trauma that losing Lilith created.

The longer he stayed closed in on himself, the worse his anxiety got. To the point he became a recluse. 

He fears getting close to someone. He feels insecure in relationships, not just in himself. He doesn’t feel like he’s good enough.

He’s had relationships in Devildom before, but the first one ended poorly and it only made things worse for how he saw himself. The demon only dated him because of who he was, and preferred his status as the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. Not as who he really is. 

The few relationships that came after all ended before they really could begin because his anxiety monster was screaming that he wasn’t really good enough. That they only ever pursued him for who he was in status and power.

MC’s persistence to become his friend is what made him begin to do some self-reflection.

They tried so hard to become friends with him, they put so much effort into him, and they encourage him to just be himself. If they do all of that, maybe he really is enough as he is.

He does try to step outside of his comfort zone more because MC opened his eyes to the truth of himself. 

But baby steps are needed.

He taught himself how to code just so he could make games. He got bored after making one and preferred playing to creating.

He doesn’t actually hate Mammon. Their little rivalry traces back to when they were angels and still growing up, competing for Lucifer’s attention. He actually loves his brother very much, despite how irritate he gets.

His envy is its own thing. It took root within his insecurities and has a voice all its own. It used to be so loud that he couldn’t think. But the growth he’s had since MC came into his life helped quiet that voice down a lot.

He’s closest with Satan and Asmo, feeling like he doesn’t fit with his older two or youngest two brothers anymore. 

Satan

He knew from day one that he wasn’t like the rest of his brothers. He was always different. Born a demon, never once an angel. He knew that they weren’t truly his brothers.

All he ever wanted was for Lucifer to be his father. Not his brother. 

Lucifer once was his hero, the person he admired and respected with all his might.

As he got older, his wrath only grew with him. And his anger at Lucifer grew as well.

He wanted to find himself as separate from Lucifer. He knew where he’d come from. But everyone treated him as if he were just some offshoot of Lucifer. He wanted to be his own person. For everyone to see that. It fueled his anger and built the wall that came between them.

He’s an excellent shoulder for comfort. He often comforts Levi when he breaks down or provides reassurance to Asmo.

These three are the middle children, they stick together.

He was alive when the Library of Alexandria was burned. Even though he wasn’t supposed to go to the human realm, he saved some texts from the library and keeps them safe.

The real reason he wears his jackets the way he does is just like when you’re in bed. If it’s full on with both sleeves, he’s too hot. If he doesn’t have it on at all he’s too cold. So one arm in a sleeve and one arm not in a sleeve.

Asmo has tried and failed to give this boy fashion help. He refuses to take it. He thinks he looked like an intellectual (for the love of god please lose the black undershirt at least, Satan).

He carries cat treats and cat food in his bag at all times in case he comes across a kitty in need.

He has sneaked many cats into the House of Lamentation. Lucifer knew the entire time but let Satan have a few days before he “found out” about the cats.

His wrath has burned strong for so long, even when he was passive, that he didn’t know what it was like to feel calm. But MC’s very presence sends a wave of peace right to his very core. 

Asmo

If you’re insecure and you know it clap your hands. 

Levi might seem like the king of insecurity, but Asmo takes the cake.

He masks his insecurities with what people think is narcissism and over confidence. He puts on a show so nobody knows how he really sees himself.

Lust was always shoved down his throat as sexual only. So he went with it. He was supposed to be the Avatar of Lust. To be what was expected of him and to make sure he was liked, he did what he thought everyone wanted.

And it turned him into someone he never wanted to be. He didn’t know how to find himself again.

He isn’t nearly as sexual and lewd as everyone thinks. He’s touchy and clingy, yes, but touch is his love language.

When he’s hurt or doesn’t feel well, if he’s had a bad day, if he’s sad- all he wants is to be held by the person he loves and who loves him. He wants to hold hands or link arms. He wants to wrap his arms around them all the time. 

But because everyone in Devildom only saw him as a sex symbol, he had to bury his truest desires. He had a persona to keep up. 

While he does love to take care of himself, he used to break mirrors because he was so sick of who he had become. It took a lot of time for him to get through it. 

His MC is the only one who wasn’t tainted by his power. A power that seemed to just be active all the time whether he wanted it or not.

Everyone was all over him but it wasn’t as if he could control it. His sin was always active, it attracted people.

But MC wasn’t interested or affected. 

And that was what was most attractive to him. 

They saw him for who he was and encouraged him to just be the true Asmo. Not the Asmo everyone wanted to see.

He is excellent at sewing. He loves making his own accessories and clothing from his own designs. 

He’s ambidextrous. You think that the king of fashion only uses one hand? Darling, if he only used one hand then his homework would never get done. He write with one hands and be painting his toes with the other. 

One of the few people that can get Levi out of his room to hang out. They’ve always been close. Sometimes he does that just so the others can get Levi’s laundry and dirty dishes.

He’s the most emotionally open and stable of the brothers. He’s made peace with his inner monsters and can coexist with them. He’s also surprisingly good at advice. 

Can and will break into Lucifer’s study to make the eldest relax because he’s working too har.

He has bobby pins on him at all times. Not just for fashion but for lockpicking! He can be clever and beautiful!

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo

[marvelsbetch]

Peter Parker’s parent teacher conference

Warnings: IronStrange, Supremefamily, bullied Peter, dick head teachers, anxious Peter and homophobia.

-Peter POV-

"Hey Bambi, why didn't you tell us about your parent-teacher conference tomorrow night?" Pops asked sitting next to me on the living room couch.

"I didn't think you would've wanted to go? Dads not the one for school or teachers and you're -well- you." I explained tentatively.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Just so you know, we'll be there for around 5 so just after your decathlon meeting. It'll just be me and your dad so no need to be embarrassed." Pops told me.

"Thanks. This'll be the first parent-teacher conference I would've ever been to." I told him.

"Same kid. It's a first time experience for us all." Pops smiled at me.

"Not many times that happens." I commented resting my head on his shoulder.

"No it's not Bambi, no it's not." He smiled putting his head on mine.

-Next day at 5 o'clock-

"Hey Penis, what're you still doing here? This is a thing for kids with parents." Flash taunted walked passed me in the gymnasium as I waited for my dads.

"Shut up Flash, you know nothing about my family." I told him.

"You better watch your tone Parker or you'll have another black eye." Flash threatened getting really close to me.

"If you would be so kind as to step away from my kid, it would he greatly appreciated." Pops' voice spoke from next to me. They must've just arrived.

"Oh my God! It's Stephen Strange! And Tony Stark!" Flash all but yelled making the whole room fall silent.

"It's Stephen Stark actually. I didn't spend thousands on a wedding for people to not recognise my changed last name." Pops corrected.

"I'm so sorry. I'm such a fan of both of your works." Flash blabbered composing himself.

"Eugene! We've been looking everywhere for you!" A man, who I presume is Flash's father, scolded walking up to us with a woman trailing behind.

"Sorry father but look who I found. The Starks." Flash excitedly announced.

At this point I slowly slipped away from him and walked up to my Dad who gladly greeted me with a hug. I could feel the warmth of the arc reactor on my chest and it gave a strange comfort. After a few moments we let go but I didn't move very far, being so close to Flash made me really anxious.

"Underoos you okay?" Dad asked me worriedly trying to look into my eyes.

"Yeah I'm fine, just tired. I was up late finishing a piece of homework last night." I lied hoping Pops wouldn't say anything as I fell asleep on him last night.

"Wow Mister Stark. I must say I'm a big fan of your work. If you haven't noticed I try to style myself off of you." Flash's father said showing off his black tailored suit and aviator sunglasses and reached out for a handshake.

"I'm flattered but I don't do handshakes. I'm not the biggest fan of touching." Dad told him trying to give a convincing smile.

"Then why've you got an arm around Pen-Peter?" Flash asked making both my Dads give him the 'Bitch WTF' look. I hate that look. Dad was about to say something but I decided to cut in.

"So, why don't we do what you came here to do and speak to my teachers? Sounds great, let's go." I spoke grabbing Pops' hand and dragging him and Dad to one of my teachers.

"Who was he?" Dad asked in a demanding tone.

"Nobody important. Look Mr. Harrington's free. Let's go and talk to him." I rushed and pulled my dads towards Mr. Harrington's table.

"Ah, Peter and Mr. and Mr. Stark. Lovely to meet you, I love all you've done for the world." Mr Harrington spoke as we took our seats.

"Thank you Mr. Harrington." Pops said.

"No problem. So, I teach Peter Physics and I've got no problems. The only thing I would say is that he is often on his phone during lesson and doesn't listen that much. However with that being said, he's never got below an A+ on his tests. You should be proud of him." Mr. Harrington smiled.

"We are. Is that all?" Dad said ruffling my hair slightly.

"That's all thanks." Mr. Harrington announced and shook Pops' hand before we walked away.

"That was a really good report but who're you texting during class? It better not be one of the others or your dad." Pops asked and gave Dad a pointed look.

"No it's this guy I met online. His names Harley Keener and he seems really nice." I explained as I lead them to my history teacher.

"Harley Keener?" Dad asked shocked.

"Yeah. Why? Do you know him?" I questioned.

"Sorta. I'll explain when we get home." Dad dismisses before turning around to face my history teacher Mrs. Keens.

"Wow, this is a shock. It's not everyday the Starks turn up to a parent-teacher conference. How are you both?" She rushed out slightly flustered.

"We're doing fine thank you. How is Peter in this subject?" Pops asked, straight to the point as always.

"Peter is amazing, always hands his homework in on time, always listens in lesson and has never received less than an A on a test. You should be proud of him." She informed smiling at me.

"Wow, our little goody-two-shoes." Dad teased ruffling my hair slightly.

"One thing that you may or may not be aware of is a boy called Eugene Thomson. He seems to be bullying Peter for whatever reason, I've caught him a few times throwing paper balls at Peter or sliding him malicious notes. I'm not sure if it's friendly or not but I felt you should know. Thank you." Mrs. Keens informed, may the ground swallow me up now.

"We will also discuss this later on." Pops told me sternly, oh no.

We left Mrs. Keens with a slight wave and headed back to the main area to find another teacher. My eyes landed on my English teacher who didn't seem very happy, this is not going to end well.

"Oh look, it's your English teacher." Dad commented and pointed to Mr. Malory. Fuuuuuuuuck.

"How do you know my English teacher?" I asked worriedly.

"Research department, making sure my son has the best education he can. Let's go to him now while he's free." Dad brushed off and started to walk towards him. God save me.

My English teacher hates me for no reason, always turns a blind eye to Flash, always nitpicks my assignments and finds any reason to not give me a good grade. He's also quite homophobic and has expressed on many occasions his hatred for my Dads and anything to do with them. He even leads a group called the 'Freedom from Starks'. This is so not ending well.

"Peter, didn't expect to see you here." Mr. Malory commented not looking up from his clip board.

"Well, this is a parent-teacher conference and I, as his parent, would like to speak to my sons teacher about his school work. If you'd be so kind." Dad said, his words oozing sarcasm and sass. He really did his research.

Mr. Malory picked his head up and stared Dad dead in the face. The distaste clearly shown on both faces as the three of us took our seats, Pops took Dad's hand, probably as a way to calm him down. This is worse than I thought.

"Well, if I'm being honest, Peter is the worse student I've ever taught. He's disruptive in lessons, throws paper at a wonderful student called Flash Thompson, slides Flash malicious notes and seems to find any excuse to blame Flash. His work is simply upgradable and I couldn't thing on a bigger lost cause than your son. Any questions?" Mr. Malory spoke and Dads face got redder and redder with anger.

"Really, then why did the last teacher we speak to say it was the other way around, that 'Flash' was the one throwing paper and passing notes?" Dad questioned leaning forward in his seat.

"Look, I don't know what happens in other lessons and quite frankly, I don't care. All I know is Peter is a major distraction and it's bordering bulling with Flash." Mr. Malory told us.

"What about his work is so upgradable? Is it his handwriting or the content of what he's writing?" Pops asked placing his other hand on top of Dads. This is getting serious.

"The content. The ludicrous stories of the Norse Gods and his 'adventures' with them are beyond reason. His stories are beyond the realm of possibility and are just ludicrous." Mr. Malory told them.

"His stories about the Norse Gods, does this involve Thor putting his hammer in inconvient places or Loki and black widow being kind and caring to others?" Das asked.

"Yes." Was Mr. Malory's short response.

"Well, it is within the realm of possibility as it happens. Every single day at the compound or sanctum." Pops spit out trying to keep calm.

"Oh well, maybe he should learn to be more creative with his stories." Mr. Malory spoke silently challenging Pops.

"Thanks sir." I hastily said before dragging both my dads out of their seats and walking off.

"No Pete, I would like to hear more about how much of a bad student you are." Dad argued challenging Mr Mallory.

"And I will be glad to provide. Mr Park-"

"Stark." Dad deadpans.

"Mr Stark is highly disruptive not only to Mr Thomson but is also always on his phone, sleeping in class or just straight up not listening. Honestly, his behaviour is a reflection as to why you people shouldn't be allowed to have kids, you simply don't know how to raise them." Mr Mallory continued to explain. Dad went red.

"What do you mean by you people?" Pops asked scarily calm as be placed a hand on Dad's knee to soothe him slightly.

"Gays. You shouldn't be allowed children because there's not a mother to properly raise them, I never had these issues when Peter lived with May. I honestly think it would be in his best interest to place him back in her care."

Oh my god. He knows May is dead. He knows that I can't be 'placed back in her care' and It was the same when I did live with her, nothing changed.

We were all stunned into silence, including some of the surrounding parents and teachers who were stunned. Well, we were silent until Dad blew up at him.

"How dare you," he began, "I take as good care of my son as any other parent here does, I give him as much as I can and do everything I can to be a good parent to him. If he's sleeping in your classes or being distracted then maybe you should make your lessons more interesting and not be blind sighted by your homophobic, bigoted and downright dickish beliefs. Your head may be crammed so far up your ass you can smell your lungs but maybe once join us in the real world and see that just because people are different doesn't mean they're not as capable. I will be putting in a formal complaint and if I were you, I'd start looking for new places of employment seeing as I am one of the biggest donators to this school. Come on Pete, we're going home."

Dad then grabbed Pops' hand and my arm before storming out of the building towards the car. You could see the steam coming out of his ears as Pops tried in a desperate attempt to calm him down.

I think I can safely say that this night was a disaster.

#ironstrange #tony stark #doctor strange #mcu #marvel #iron man #DOMESTIC AVENGERS #parent teacher conferences #SUPPORTIVE AVENGERS #supportive tony stark #soft Tony stark #sofy doctor strange #stephen strange

[bbrandy2002]

Fool’s Rush In -- Chapter 16

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x MC

Warning: Some language, mild sexual talk

Since it’s been awhile since I last posted an update, in the previous chapter Madeleine had confronted Riley with a video after she left the ball. 

Thank you @burnsoslow for the preread and beta.

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Riley sat on a leather bench at the foot of the bed with a television remote held loosely between her hands, folded in her lap. 

Somehow her worn-out body managed to walk from the corridor after the encounter with Madeleine, up the many stairs of the quarters she shared with Liam and to their bedroom. The shock of the situation combined with exhaustion and throbbing pain in her lower back was secondary to the fear she felt at possibly giving up the man she loved. 

With trembling hands, she had slipped the DVD into the player and watched her nightmare play out on the screen -- It was all true. Madeleine acquired an illicit video of Riley and her ex-husband that the Queen had no clue was recorded of her or existed.

Her thumb grazed over the pause button several times, but she knew pressing it wouldn’t stop the hurt and embarrassment she felt at that moment at watching her former husband violating her trust and privacy. It wouldn’t stop Madeleine from releasing the video of it to the press and public. And it wouldn't stop the love she felt for Liam -- no one was powerful enough to take that feeling away from her.

But it was those words Madeleine threatened her with that got equal consideration with that video in Riley’s mind. She tried to envision how the scenario would carry out if the video was released and for those who would be affected by it: her father, her friends, her former students. 

Liam.

“It’s a shame that he’ll lose his reign, all because of you.”

“Would you really do that to Liam?”

“Do you genuinely believe you’re worth all the trouble it will cause him?”

Riley hit the pause button, her hands flying up to cover her tear-laden face as she bent over in sobs, shaking her head. She was wrestling with that inner voice, replaying Madeleine’s words like a broken record while struggling to remember everything Liam told her about trusting him and his love for her.

No matter how hard she tried to let his tender voice speak to that sacred place in her heart, Madeleine’s threats and taunts were getting the best of her. If there was even a slight possibility that the Countess was right, and Liam would get dragged through the mud in all of this, then there was no question what needed to be done. 

Those scattered bricks that formed the walls she came to Cordonia with, the ones Liam had broken down, were quickly stacking up again, one on top of the other. If something didn’t happen soon, Riley would be surrounded and suffocated inside that impenetrable cocoon that initially caused herself to doubt her worthiness to him in the first place.

All of those insecurities and fears crept up faster than a flooded riverbank, and she felt powerless to stop it from rising. Even if she could, she’d never allow Liam to suffer the consequences of something she had the power to prevent. To hell with whatever happened to her, but not him. He saved her weeks ago, and as her teary gaze slid from her hands to the wardrobe closet across the room, this would be her way of saving him.

Riley picked up the remote from her lap and tossed it aside. Determined to get out of the palace and Cordonia before anyone could see her, she swallowed her anger and grief and swiped a knuckle under each eye to dry the tears shed. 

She rose to her feet faster than she should have, feeling an intense shock of pain that began in her hip and shot down to her feet. There were no doubts that the fall from struggling with Madeleine injured her far worse than she wanted to admit to herself. With a shrieking whimper, she ground her teeth together and doubled over, feeling like she might faint. 

Riley grasped her back and gave herself a second to breathe through the pain before straightening up and staggering to her wardrobe to pack whatever she could as quickly as possible.

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Liam stepped off the dance floor with Olivia's arm curled through his and escorted her back to their table. The conclusion of the ball was nearly upon him, and most guests had already stopped on their way out to say their farewells and offer congratulatory well-wishes. When they'd ask about the Queen's whereabouts, he'd tell them she had something come up that needed her attention. No one dared press him on the issue.

Checking the time on his watch, Liam looked up as Maxwell ran over with his phone in hand and dropped into a seat. He looked curiously at the out of breath Beaumont and asked, "What's going on, Maxwell?"

"Sorry," he replied before plucking a flute of champagne from a passing server's tray and gulping it down quickly. Wiping the droplets that dribbled from his mouth to his chin off with the back of his hand, he panted. "I ran here as fast as I could. I just got a text message from Drake. He's heading back soon."

"Did he say what the results of the paternity test were?" Olivia asked.

Maxwell nodded. "Yeah. They're Bastien's for sure. Las Vegas officials are allowing Drake to leave, but they've detained Bas until he pays up the $200,000 he owes to Boom Boom. Drake's return flight is scheduled to leave tomorrow morning, Cordonia time."

Liam pulled out his wallet and tossed $100 at a smug Leo, who promptly counted them out and stuffed the bills into his pocket. "I told you those little dudes weren't mine, bro. Really, your doubt in me hurts." 

"I'll admit you were right, Leo. But you do have a track record when it comes to being involved in weird stuff like this."

"Yeah, I've gotten myself into some pretty hairy shit a time or two," he laughed as the memories came to him. "Ahh, good times, good times. But, y'know, it wasn't always just fun and games with me, Liam. During those few occasions when I'd show up to train on being the top dog of this place, Father taught me several valuable lessons. Wanna know what they were?"

"Not really," Liam answered dryly, then tossed back the rest of his scotch to prepare himself. "But I assume you're going to tell me anyway."

"Damn right I am! This is good shit to know, straight from the Big Kahuna himself." He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "You must never tell anyone what I'm about to share with you all. This is top secret, classified Cordonian shit we're talking about; lives are on the line here. Father would be pissed if --"

"Just spit it out already!" Olivia snapped.

"Alright, first, never jizz in a jacuzzi unless you want to be covered in a thin spiderweb-like amalgamation of your own gravy. Daddio said he learned the hard way on that one ..."

"Oh, God. Leo!" Sickened, Liam dropped his head.

" ... Next, when you kiss a woman's hand, do it on the thumb side. Most people scratch their asses with their fingers, but rarely their thumbs. I might be an exception to the rule on that one." Leo chuckled to himself. "And lastly ... Rys spermies are MEAN sons-of-bitches, and we should dip my balls in a mug of hot water every day to kill them before having sex." 

"What the hell?" Olivia grimaced as she lowered her coffee mug away from her lips and pushed it away. 

"My dad told me the same thing," Maxwell boasted. "Except he called them Beaumont spermies. I guess he heard the same story from someone different than your dad."

Liam lowered the hands that were covering his face and breathed out heavily, "Leo, did our father ever teach you about anything other than using protection and sex during these meetings? Anything about negotiations, taxes, treaties ..."

Leo considered him for a moment. "Nope. He said you'd do all that stuff."

Liam grumbled. "Of course he did."

Olivia looked between Leo and Maxwell and scowled. "Well, it's too bad neither of your fathers took their own advice." She grabbed her clutch from the table. "At least I'll rest easier knowing the two of you aren't reproducing. Now, if you'll excuse me."

"I'll walk out with you, Liv." Liam rose and left the ballroom, having had more than enough of his fill of Leo for the night. There was also an incredibly sexy woman upstairs he'd been dreaming of pleasing all day, and he was overly eager to make good on his promise to join her shortly. 

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Liam made his way through the residential wing and down the long hallway to his quarters. While undoing his tie, he stopped midway when he noticed a vase that usually sat on a decorative table along the wall, tipped over on its side with bundles of long-stemmed roses littered on the ground around it. 

As he stooped down to pick them up, he found it oddly peculiar -- they didn't just fall over like this on their own. If a member of the staff had knocked them over, they would have picked them up; he felt certain Riley would have, as well.  

After rearranging the flowers in the vase and situating them back on the table, Liam removed his key card from his pocket and swiped it through the key fob next to the door.

"Riley! I'm home," he called out in a sensual tone, knowing she was most likely upstairs -- hopefully naked and ready to get her ass spanked -- and wouldn't have heard him.  

Taking a moment to check his reflection in the entryway mirror, Liam smoothed back his hair and tested his breath against his palm, satisfied he was good. After a quick stop in the kitchen to grab a can of whipped cream and chocolate sauce, Liam ascended the stairs, two at a time, to his bedroom. 

"Daddy's ready for his dessert ..." his exuberant voice trailed off as the sultry smirk he donned quickly faded away when he walked into an empty room. "Riley?"

Glancing around the bedroom, the en suite door was still open, and the light was off, so he knew she wasn't in there. The bed was still in pristine form and didn't look touched. He wasn't at all worried; Riley likely went for a snack, even though that thought seemed rather odd considering how adamant she was about returning to their quarters earlier.

Liam placed the toppings on a side table and slipped out his phone. He plopped down on the bench at the foot of their bed, thinking maybe he'd missed a message or call from her. 

There was nothing.

He scratched his head; it wasn't like Riley not to mention to him if she'd gone somewhere, not that she had to. But in this case, she knew he'd be up soon. Thinking about the overturned vase Liam walked upon, something started to not sit well with him. 

With the cell still in his hand, he pulled her contact information up. Just as he was about to hit the dial button, he heard "Liam" in a low, raspy voice.

Relief washed over him as he stood and put his phone away. "Love, you worried me. Everything okay?" Her face was ashen, and her eyes red and swollen. Liam's insides immediately clinched.

Riley didn't answer as Liam crossed the room, frantically approaching her, worry engraved on his features. “Riley, love, what’s wrong? What happened?” His eyes were desperately searching for any clue as to what was clearly something wrong with his wife.

She held out her hand, preventing him from coming too close. “Please ... don’t.”

Bewildered, he asked, “What are you doing, sweetheart?”

Riley turned her head away somberly; she couldn't bear to look at him. She had planned to get out of the palace before he returned from the ball; there was no way she would be able to face him. Liam would want an explanation that she couldn't give him. But when she got to the car, Riley noticed there was something important she forgot to give back to him, and there was no way she would take it. Maybe somewhere inside, even if she couldn't admit it, she needed to see him and do this right. “I ... have to go.” Her words were barely audible.

Liam's brows bumped together. “Go? You’re going somewhere this late? But you were tired before --”

“No,” Her head shook faster than she realized before she spat the rest out. “I’m leaving Cordonia. I’m returning to Las Vegas, and I’m not coming back.”

“Riley? What the hell is going on? You were fine and having a good time 30 minutes ago, and now, all of a sudden, you want to go back to Nevada. What am I missing here? Does this have something to do with what happened at dinner? Because I told you --”

“You’re not missing anything. I came here to prevent you from marrying Madeleine, and I did that. That was the agreement, and now ... I’m going home.”

Liam started to laugh and wagged his finger at her. “Leo put you up to pranking me? He's mad about me sending that damn monkey away and is trying to get me back, right? Because if he did, that's just … just heartless. And I don’t find it funny.”

“No, Liam.." She shook her head again. "Leo didn’t put me up to this, and it's not a prank.” Riley carefully pulled off the wedding bands she came back to give him and held them out to him.

He looked at them and gritted his teeth. “Put them back on,” he commanded.

“I can’t do that, Liam. They belonged to your mother, and I’m not taking something so sentimental with me back to Vegas.”

“You’re damn right you're not taking them back to Vegas with you because you’re not going!”

“I am.”

“No, you’re not!”

Riley choked out into a wispy sob, “I’m so sorry, Liam. I'm so sorry!”

He said nothing as he stared at her in disbelief and saw that she was serious. “Why?” He asked as his throat clenched and the first tear slipped down his cheek.

Her body felt leaden, never having seen him this shattered. “Liam, I just want to go home, okay? I mean ... this has been an amazing experience, and I’ll never forget it, but I miss my home, and my job, and my friends ..."

“Fuck your home! I’ll buy you one here that looks just like it. Visit your friends all you want ... hell, bring them here if you want to; I don’t care. That's NOT what's going on! There’s something you’re not telling me. And I want to know, NOW!”

Riley startled at his yell, wanting to hold him and make it better. “Liam, I don’t want to be in Cordonia anymore, or be the Queen, or live in this palace. I want to go home.”

He motioned around the room.“THIS is your home, Riley ... Cordonia.  I’m your home! This palace is your home." Liam scrubbed a frustrated hand furiously over his face. "Again, you were fine 30 minutes ago. What changed between you leaving the ball and coming up here? You're not telling the truth for some reason, but I can’t figure out why. Did I do something to upset you? Did someone else do something to upset you?"

"No!" she responded expeditiously.

"I love you, Riley. You know that, right?" She nodded; the glisten in his blue eyes and the desperation in his trembling voice was destroying her willpower. "Do you …  still love me?"

Riley slammed her eyes shut. She loved him with every fiber of her being, and to tell him so in this very moment would only serve to prolong this hellacious situation. The only way to protect him from losing everything -- in her mind -- was to let him go. He would fight her on this, and it broke her heart to see the pain and confusion in his eyes, but it had to be done.

“Do. You. Love. Me?” he enunciated his question once more. The struggle and agony on her face were evident to him.

Riley turned away from Liam and faced the door. Did she have it in her to answer that question with a lie?

"... the council will have no choice but to question Liam's decision-making abilities after not only squandering his pick of a queen on some American nobody but now one whose ass will be featured on the desktops of teenage boys across the world. It's a shame he'll lose his reign, all because of you. Would you really do that to Liam? Are you worth the trouble?"

The sadness crushed her. There was no other way to protect him. Riley swiped at her face and answered firmly.

“No.”

With that, the Queen walked out, leaving the King in an empty room with his shock, his confusion, and an unimaginable pain he'd never get over.

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[axwalker]

If The World Was Ending: Even if he was wicked

Synopsis: When Bianca leaves her son without looking back, Drake has to live on the streets until he finds a home with Angelica Ortiz--Lexie’s grandmother and a foster mom. With the Ortiz, Drake finds a family and falls madly in love, until a tragic night changes everything, threatening the life Drake fought so hard to get.

To catch up (HERE)

Pairing: Drake Walker x Lexie O’Brien (MC) The Royal Romance.

A/N: This will be a very angsty, full of drama, small town romance.

Words: 4,120

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry, except for Lexie’s grandmother and mother.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Child neglect, abandonment, sexual assault, prison and a very entitled, “evil” Liam

Due to the several trigger warnings and some of the subjects I’ll be dealing with, I will only tag people who actively asked for it. If you want to be tagged in the following chapters --or untagged, please leave a comment. 

Drake

2008

When I was 12 years old, my mother took off with my little sister leaving me in Cordonia with my father's best friend. I reminded her too much of my father, too much of a life she would do anything to forget. That "anything" included abandoning her oldest son. I'd like to say I was surprised, but the truth is I wasn't. Bianca Walker had never been a motherly woman. The only reason she had taken Savannah with her was that my Aunt Leona adored her. I was sure my mother would dump my little sister on her and never look back. I hoped that was the case, Leona despised me, but she was great to Savannah. 

A short time after that, Bastien passed away and my mother was nowhere to be found. That's when I started to go from one home to another. The first year and a half were the hardest ones. I lived with four different families, each one worse than the last. First, the Lockes, where the family barely talked to me. Then, the Ruiz that made me take cold showers and sleep on the floor. The Godwins where the “mother” used the check the state gave her to buy alcohol instead of groceries. And finally the worse, the Fields. They seemed nice enough when I met them. Not kind but polite. The first few weeks everything seemed normal. Then one day, I got in trouble at school, and Mr. Fields --the pastor of his community, beat me up to “teach me some manners.” His punishments became a usual thing after that. 

Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I escaped. Better to be on my own than believe some family was going to love or adopt me. Obviously, there was something very wrong with me. My own mother had left me, and I had never found my place anywhere else. 

I lived on the streets for 6 months. I did all kinds of jobs. Not a lot of them were legal but there were few opportunities for a 14-year-old runaway kid. The most money I got was when I stole car parts that I got to resell to a gang called the Mercy Park Crew. The boss, Mr. Kaneko was fair and paid well enough. I could’ve kept living by myself if something hadn’t got terribly wrong at my last job. One of the boys from a rival gang decided to teach me a lesson and I ended up in the hospital with a concussion. A nurse called social services so here I am in a car with another social worker on the way for another foster home. It doesn’t matter, I know it won’t last anyway. 

When you’ve been in the system as long as I had, you learned to look for certain warning signs when placed in a new home. Drugs, ulterior motives, threatening fathers, drinking mothers. After an hour, we drove through a town looking like something straight out of a movie. Valtoria. I’d heard of it before. The family my dad had been protecting when he died lived there. The house we pulled up to, was a large two-story construction with dark brown siding and an immaculate green lawn. 

Joelle, my new caseworker had popped up out of nowhere in the hospital and told me I was coming with her. Just like that. From the way Joelle talked about the new place, I figured it was some sort of transitional home for rejects like me. Too old to get adopted and too troubled for anyone to voluntarily take on. I didn’t ask her anything else because I knew I didn’t have a fucking choice. Besides, I knew words don’t mean anything. I was a kid in the system. I went where they took me. Sometimes, I hated it. Sometimes, I really hated it. This time was different. In more ways than one. Usually, I was dropped off by my caseworker, and the people receiving me were about as excited as they were about junk mail. No one has ever come out to greet me before. As long as the woman at the door wasn’t sizing me up for a skin suit, it didn’t matter.

The social worker got out of the car as I grabbed the trash bag that I used to carry my shit around. She rang the bell, and a small, older woman opened the door. Joelle had told me in the car that the woman fostered several boys and I knew what that meant. She wanted the money the government gave her for keeping us. Well, I wasn’t going to make it easy for her. If she wanted to cash a check at the end of the month it was going to cost her. I’d make sure of it. 

I had seen it all, but I still was caught by surprise when the tiny woman opened her arms at me and gave me a one-sided hug. A fucking hug. 

“I’m very happy to meet you, mijo,” she said in a strong accent. “My name is Angelica Ortiz but everyone here calls me Abuela. Grandma in Spanish.” 

The woman was deluded if she thought I’d call her grandma. She was obviously trying to impress the social worker with her fake kindness, hugs, and stupid names. I wasn’t going to be fooled that easily. 

I didn’t even answer her as we stepped into the house. Another woman, a younger version of the one staring at me was waiting for us in the living room. 

“Hi, you must be Drake. I’m Elena. Welcome.” She gave me a smile. Fake, I was sure but at least she hadn't tried to hug me. The older woman was talking to Joelle about me. Probably about my problems with authority, anger issues, and lack of communication skills. I knew my file by heart. 

I barely nodded at Elena, and the three women exchanged a look. “Let me take you to your room, Drake. You’ll be sharing it with Maxwell. He’s doing his homework with my daughter in our house across the street. You’ll get to meet all the boys and my daughter Lexie tonight.” 

She walked me to a room on the second floor of the house. It seemed clean and comfortable. Another ploy for the social worker. Two bunker beds with blue blankets and a wooden desk full of books were the biggest pieces of furniture. The left side of the room was covered in posters of who I figured were famous boy bands. There were a few of David Beckham, the only guy I recognized. Other than that there were clothes everywhere. That Maxwell dude was a fucking slob. Great. 

“I told Max to take down some posters so you can decorate half of the room to your liking; This is your room as much as it is his. He's usually much more organized than this." I notice she speaks with a sort of fondness. "It was picture day for the school yearbook and he took hours getting ready. ” 

I shrugged. I wasn’t planning to stay long anyway. I couldn’t care less if that Max kid left his posters on the walls or not. 

She glanced at my garbage bag. “Are those your clothes, mijo?” 

I scowled at her. I knew what mijo meant and I was nobody’s son. “My name is Drake.” 

She smiled. “Of course, Drake. So, are they?”

I didn’t bother with an answer. A nod was enough. 

“I cleared you this part of the closet, so you can keep them there. When you’re ready come downstairs; my mom and I will show you the rest of the house. The boys are out but we’ll all diner together tonight. Do you like Mexican food?”

I shrugged.

The woman smiled. “Shrugging is not an answer, mij- Drake. Either you like it, you don’t, or you haven’t tasted it in which case I can tell you, you’re missing out. Especially when mami cooks.” She winked at me as if we were friends or something. The woman was insane. “So, what is it, Drake?”

I’d never had it before, but she wasn’t going to tell me how to answer a damn question. “I hate it.” 

She frowned --clearly disappointed, and I almost felt bad for her. Almost. “I’m very sorry to hear that. We already made Enchiladas for tonight and we don’t waste food. You can tell us your favorite dish though so we can make it for you.”

I shrugged again. Generally, that's when the person talking to me loses her patience but Elena Ortiz only smiled at me again. “Think about it. Every Sunday night, we pick someone’s favorite and cook it. It’s really fun. Next Sunday will be your first here, so you get to pick. Mami is a great cook and she can make anything from a mean chocolate cake to the best cheese pizza. See you downstairs, honey.” 

Great. I’ve only been in this house for a few minutes, and I already hated it. The only thing worse than a home where you were beaten up as a welcome was a home where people pretended to care. My third foster home had been like that. Ms. Godwin had been all kind and nice at first. I almost felt like she cared about us. A week later, she had gotten drunk. For two days, neither I or the two girls she fostered had anything to eat because she hadn’t bought any groceries. I had to steal a twenty euro bill from her purse to buy food. She got angry and called the social worker who had come for me and taken me to the Fields. The worst home I ever lived in. 

I wasn’t going to go downstairs but I decided that if I wanted a chance to escape it was better if I knew the house. Before I could explore a little, I heard my name from what I assumed was the kitchen. 

Elena was crouching in front of the oven. “Drake has such sad eyes, mami. He’s only 14.” 

The woman that had asked me to call her abuela, answered as she chopped an onion. “This boy has been living in the streets for more than a year. Do you realize it? Pobre angelito. So young and he has already seen more horrors than most people see in a lifetime.” 

“Joelle told me that he had escaped from his last foster home.”

The older woman scoffed. “Home? If that’s how you call people that foster kids only for the money, they get in exchange. I don’t want to imagine why he fled those places." She turned to her daughter who had finished whatever she was doing in the oven and was drinking a bottle of water. "Stop watching me work, Elena and help me with diner, por Dios.”

Why was she pretending she didn’t care about the money? It was obvious. No one did anything for free. There was always a catch. 

“Dónde está mi venadito?”

“Lexie and Max are at our house doing homework, mami. Be careful, though, if Lexie hears you calling her “your little deer” she’ll kill you. The boys called her Bambi for months after they heard you the last time.”

“Nonsense. She’s my venadito and that’s that. You two will come to eat here tonight. I want Drake to meet everyone.”

Elena rolled her eyes but patted her mom on the back. “Yes mami. Lexie is dying to meet him, she and Max made a chocolate cake for him. I’ll call her in a minute. Where are the boys by the way?” 

“Bertie is trying to teach Leo how to drive. Poor boy, I hope he makes it alive.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure Leo will be careful. Bertrand will be fine.”

“Oh, it’s not Bertie I’m worried about, it’s Leo. Bartie has no patience with him.” 

I left the kitchen before they said anything else. I was sure I was going to hate this stupid place. I was angry. More than angry. Furious. After a year of successfully running away, I was back in the damn system. Back in yet another home where people seemed to care about me in front of the social worker just to ignore me –or worse, once she left. I had to admit that my new foster “moms” played their part better than most. The old one had hugged me and the other one had given me a smile that seemed real. But I knew better. No one really cared for me. No one gave a shit where I slept, what I ate, or if I was ill or scared. Not that I was ever scared. I had seen everything. 

The front door was locked so I went to the backyard. I saw a small wooden house on top of one of the trees. I decided it was a good place to hide and be myself. 

I sat there for a few moments when I heard someone climbing the tree. 

“Hi!”

I looked up and saw a girl a couple of years younger than me. She had the biggest pair of brown eyes I’ve ever seen and was smiling at me as if I was her best friend. 

“I’m Lexie! I live across the street. I’m Angelica’s granddaughter. You’re Drake, right?” I didn’t think it was possible to smile more but the girl proved me wrong when her grin widened. I simply nodded. 

“Welcome! I know that it must be hard for you to feel at home because you like just arrived but you’ll love it here. I promise. Valtoria is great. We have lakes and the mountains and when it’s warm enough we can go camping all night. You’ll love the house too. I mean between you and me the boys are kind of a pain in the ass but they’re pretty great when they want to. Or when they're not teasing me. Especially Leo and Maxie. Bertrand is a know-it-all. He thinks because he’s sixteen he knows everything." She rolled her eyes clearly offended by the idea that someone could know more than her. "Abuela, that how we all call her because she’s Mexican and would murder us if we call her grandma, is amazing. I mean don’t get me wrong, she's super strict, and as my mom says the woman is never wrong but she’s the best person I know.” 

I blinked. I didn’t know a person could talk that much without taking a single breath. 

“Do you camp?” She asked as she folded her legs in front of her.

I did before. Before my dad died and my whole life blew up in a million pieces. Not that I would explain any of that to the chatty girl, so I just nodded again. 

“Great! It’s getting warmer and Leo wants to go to a new camping site next weekend. Don’t tell him I said this but he’s like the worst camper ever. I have to double-check everything he does but I don’t tell him anymore because my mom said it wasn’t nice.” 

I wondered how could someone carry a whole conversation by herself. I hadn’t pronounced a single word since the girl had shown up. 

“I want to be your friend but I can see we’re about to have our first fight.” She told me in a teasing tone. “You’re wearing a Liverpool t-shirt. We worship Barcelona in this house. Well, Abuela, Leo and I do. The others couldn’t care less about soccer.” 

I looked at the shirt she was wearing. It read "If they don't have soccer in heaven, I'm not going." 

She noticed I was looking at her shirt and beamed. "Abue said my shirt was disrespectful to God but mom thought that was dumb and bought it for me anyway." 

"Do you like soccer?" I finally asked. 

“Like it? I love it! Did abuela saw your shirt? She hates European teams. She thinks Tigres is the best.”

“Tirgues?”

She laughed, and the sound of it did something weird to my stomach. “Tigres. It’s a Mexican team. She goes crazy when they play.”

“What team you like?”

“Barcelona, obviously.”

“Liverpool made it to the finals of the last Champion’s league.” I pointed out. 

She shrugged. “They lost so it doesn’t count. Do you play?”

“Sometimes.” I tried not to show how much I loved it. It was something else my dad and I shared that had stopped when he died. 

“I play too. How old are you?”

“Fourteen.”

“I'm twelve. Well, almost thirteen, my birthday is in May.”

I frowned. “It’s November.” 

“I know. I’m almost there.” She beamed. "I'm almost closer to thirteen than twelve anyway." 

“Do you always talk this much?”

She laughed and my belly did that weird thing again. “My mom says I was a parrot in another life. I talk more when I’m nervous.”

“You're nervous?” I liked that I could make her nervous but I didn't know why. 

She blushed and I liked it too. “A little. What happened to your eye?” 

“I got into a fight.”

“Wow. You can’t do that here. Leo is always getting into fights and abuela has to ground him.”

She sure mentioned that Leo guy a lot. “Is Leo your boyfriend?”

“Gross!! Leo’s is like my brother. He, Bertie, and Max live with abuela. We’re a family. You’re family too.”

Fuck that. No matter if the girl was sort of cute. I didn’t have a family. “No, I’m not. I’m not staying.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I don’t belong here.”

“Yes, you do; I swear. Plus, I need someone to coach me, so I can get into the school team next year. Leo promised he would, but he never has time.” 

“I suck.”

She shook her head and smiled at me again. “Somehow I don’t think you do.” Then she gave me a conspiratorial look as she pulled out something from her jacket pocket. "You can't tell my mom about this but I took this from her room." It was a white iPod. After scrolling a little through the screen she settled on The Beach Boys. She couldn't possibly know it but they were my dad's favorites. She passed me an earbud and we didn’t talk after that. We just sat together for a while hearing music until we heard our names being called. 

“That’s abuela. We should go. She hates to wait. Plus, I'm starving and we're having enchiladas. You'll love them.” 

Lexie ran to her house to --as she put it-- 'hide the evidence.' I went back to her grandma's house and stepped into the kitchen. 

“Drake, pass me the salt, mijo. It’s next to you on the counter,” Angelica said as she kept on turning the sauce she was making. “You like enchiladas?” 

What was with all these women asking me what I liked to eat? I leaned against the black counter while she opened the lid of another steaming pot on the stove, and stirred its contents with a long wooden spoon. I shrugged. I didn’t know if I liked it. But it smelled better than anything I ever tasted, so it couldn’t be all that bad. My mouth started watering, and my stomach growled. Come to think of it, it had been a while since I’d last eaten.

“You know, I know you feel weird now. And you don’t like to talk a lot. Soon, you’ll learn that this is a safe place. We aren’t gonna judge a single word that comes out of your mouth or any of them that don’t.” 

I suddenly felt like I owed her a verbal response in exchange for her kindness. Fake or not. Besides, I just knew the chatty girl I’ve just met wouldn’t be happy if I was rude to her grandmother. “Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled at my verbal response. “But just so you know. We do have a few rules in this house.” 

Here it comes. The catch. Angelica put the lid back on the pot and leaned over the counter on her elbows. “You just need to go to school, find a hobby or sport you like, don't swear, respect the curfew and keep your room clean. Every child in this house has chores but it’s too soon to figure out yours. For now, you only have to get to know us.” Her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me. At that moment the timer of the oven rang and Angelica took a huge dish out of it. She covered it with more steamy, tomato sauce, sour cream, and grated cheese and put it back in the oven. At least, I might get some good food while I figured what I was going to do next. Because no matter how nice and kind everybody acted, I was not going back to school. I used to be good at it without much effort; I had friends and a soccer team. But I had missed a lot in the last two years. I felt dumb and stupid. 

Suddenly, the front door slammed open. “Cuidado muchachos! Be careful with that door against the wall, or you’re going be spackling and repainting this entire house,” Angelica yelled out. Three teenage boys filed into the house, followed by just as many apologies. 

“Sorry.” “Oops.” “It was Max’s fault.” “

“These are Maxwell, Leo and Bertie,” Angelica introduced. “Boys, this is Drake.” 

“Hi, man!” The blond one said with a shit-eating grin. “Abuela, Lena, you guys didn’t tell me you were buying a Liverpool fan.” 

“Adoption is not a purchase of people, Leo” the oldest one --Bertrand, corrected. 

“Yeah, cause if it was, then you got Leo from the clearance rack,” the youngest one joked, checking his reflection in the hallway mirror, smoothing back an out-of-place dark hair. “I hope you kept your receipt.” 

“Fuck, off,” the blond one replied with a middle finger. 

“Watch it, Leo,” Angelica warned. “Boys.” 

Max kissed her on the cheek. “Sorry, abue.” She forgave him with a smile, then swatted at his hand with her spoon when he dipped his finger into the pot. 

“I’m glad you’re here, bro” Leo said. I stood, and he gave me a fist bump without touching my hand. 

“Me too! And we’re going to be roomies,” the kid named Max said. He grabbed a stack of plates from the counter. I followed him over to the long dining room table and helped set the table for seven people.

2020

I lost count of how many days I’ve been in the hole. It wasn’t my first time in here and it sure as hell it wouldn’t be the last. It was always the same routine. Days and nights blended into one making it impossible to know what day it was or how much time I had been in here. 

I have been in jail for six excrutiating years. I had known from the day I heard the sentencing that the only way I was going to survive was if I didn’t think about her. It was the hardest thing I had to do but after a while, my routine was running smoothly and when my head hit the pillow at night, I was too fucking exhausted. She haunted my dreams and my nightmares, but I didn’t think of her beyond that. Except for the hole. Locked up there, cold, hungry, and utterly alone her face, my memories of her were the only thing that helped me go on. 

I replayed in my head our first encounter, our first kiss, our first time. I obsessed about her full lips, her expressive brown eyes, her gorgeous smile. I could spend hours picturing every single corner of her soft delicate curves. Sometimes, I wondered if --maybe, I didn’t start fights in the hope of being sent to the hole where I could spend my time fantasizing about her. It was pure torture, but I couldn’t help myself. The memories I had of her, of us and our short time together were the only light in my otherwise bleak life. 

She still wrote me every week but I hadn’t open any single one of her letters. I didn’t want to know if she was moving on with her life or worst if she was waiting for me. Because that was what Lexie didn’t understand. Even if nothing happened and I was released in one year, I would never be that boy again. The Drake Walker she had known and loved was dead and she wasn’t going to like the man that had been left in his place. I was damn sure about that. 

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[kisstheashes]

It's kind of strange, being an exmo that grew up with a divided family.

My dad was never a member. All my oldest siblings had left the church. It was me, my mom, and my brother closest in age to me. So I was exposed to a lot of things that many Mormon kids never were: my siblings and parents drank alcohol in front of me, and smoked, and cursed, and had explosive fights, and my nieces and nephews all had broken families because all my siblings got addicted to something at some time or another. I witnessed divorces and custody battles and my siblings physically hurting each other or someone else, or going to jail.

Then I'd go to church on Sunday, or Wednesday activity, and I'd be told about how families are forever, and the only way to stay with your family in heaven was to be sealed with them in the temple.

My dad was never a member. He never would be. My older 5 siblings came from another man, who my mom divorced long before I was born. My mom couldn't make it into the temple because she couldn't give up smoking, and the occasional drink (she's a convert herself).

So I'd hear these teachings, and I knew from a very young age that I'd never be with my family in heaven. So I started thinking about a heaven for pets instead, because pets must make it into heaven, right? And surely they'd remember me long after they died! So they'd be my family in heaven, because you don't get sealed to your pets, and it would be cruel to keep them from someone they miss, because they're just animals.

My family was always brought up as an example of what not to do. The leaders would never bring up my family unless it was in a negative light, and promised me that even if I don't get my birth family, I'd have the family I'd be raising!

I didn't want kids. I was terrified of being pregnant, and still am. But that didn't matter, because it was my only shot at not being alone in heaven.

I understood what talking to the bishop and repentance were, but I never acted on it, because I never saw any of my family act on it. (And if I spoke to him I'd have to unravel how fucked up my family is, and he'd have to fake sympathy.)

Most people in my ward would listen to my mom talk about our family struggles (she's still very well liked despite being a "problematic Mormon") but they would all be shocked, or fake their sympathy. No one could relate, except the very few other kids who also had broken families. I think there were 3 of us, and we became a solid group for a bit, because no one else understood us but us.

But I was still brainwashed. I was still manipulated, and gaslighted, and fucked up. I still have to unlearn all the behavior control and emotional abuse the church put me through- almost to a worse extent than people with perfect families. Because I thought I wasn't brainwashed, for a long, long time. I thought I was fine. I thought the church didn't get to me, because I watched my siblings smoke and drink and even steal shit and harm people and have screaming matches and break things. And it left me with the impression that all the shit the church did didn't have an affect. But oh god it did.

I don't struggle with drinking coffee, or doing nothing, or cursing, or trying alcohol, or any of those things. But I struggle with the idea of sex still, and I struggle to control my emotions, and open myself up to people, and I still have anger issues from all the suppression I always did (and still do) to survive in the fake happy atmosphere of the church building. I still feel isolated a lot because of how I grew up, and I still have a hard time articulating why I'm so fucked up, so no one believes me.

Being a Mormon with a broken family fucking sucked. Being an exmo with a broken family still fucking sucks.

#exmo #exmormon #personal #ok to rb but be kind

[cosplayproblemsposts]

Polka-dot Man x M! reader final part.

Warning: Angst and bad ending.

Summary: The thinker mange to get to your head and you find yourself facing a friend who isn’t himself. Abner is alone butchering whats a good or bad decision.

You stood outside of the very housing where they held Harley who helped and breed a brand new mind-set within you. “Okay, I’ll stick with weirdo here and you laddies do your magic” Rick frowns at you. “What someone gotta keep an eye on the weirdo” Rick rolls his eyes but smiles for he knows. “Whatever, operation Harley begins” you watch them spread out.

you entry the bus and sat down, you stare at the weird looking man with a frown. “Has your mother ever taught you staring is considered rude” you went from frowning to glaring daggers. “You know me and I want answers” Gaius sighs “straight to the point I guess”. Milton watches intensely and slurps on a blueberry Slushie his eyes darting back and forth. “Milton don’t slurp so loudly please” he nods “Sorry”.

“I believe you have traveled and jumped throughout time to search for Coals” you held eye contact with him. “You have quite the history” Gaius admires your work from a far. “You fought in world war 2 and jumped forward from there” you only listen in including Milton. “You fought in Vietnam with hope Coals would be there but sadly he was never there” you cringe for that was a awkward and odd time for you. “You assassinated,executed men and women in power to end up emptied handed” you glared at him.

“You tried but failed, you climbed but fell and all you gotten was blood coated hands” you looked away. “You had so much time but you could only find little traces of him” you couldn’t help but feel upset and at fault. “Poland had to be one of the most beautiful countries until Benjamin and his troops showed up”.

“He defended and fought to protect Poland while you were in the process of being debated weather you should be swallowed or not”. Gaius smiles at your words “Your quite old yourself” you frown “just remember who died and lived while you were running around trying to find someone who never bother to find you’. You glare at him “Watch who your talking to for in another timeline I’ll would of find myself talking to a female and not an old weird like yourself”. 

Gaius frowns “Oh, you can see three possible outcomes. I keep forgetting”.You doubt he forgot and know you had to be held a countable for your next words and actions. “You are a man who associated with Americans who chewed off more then they bargained for”. “So you knew what project starfish was the entire time” without warning you slammed your fist directly in his face. 

“Tell anyone about this Milton, I’ll go back in time and make sure you were never born or worse. I’ll be your dad and you wouldn’t even know it” Milton nods. “Tell us what” You look and notice a happy Harley and points to Dr Gaius “you knocked him out”. Rick smacked you upside the head “Now you have down it, what the hell were you thinking”. “It was mouthy off and I wanted to teach him a lesson” Robert frowns at you. “And your the least likely one here who has anger issues” Cleo pipes up. 

“So what did you got out of him” Abner asks while you tried to calm yourself down. “That his a bloody stalker” he hums and places a hand on your shoulder but you smack his hand away from you. You sat down beside Harley who frowns “You should let him help you” you glare at her. “Shut up Blondie for your just a lady who has poor taste in men”. She frowns and for the first time ever you actually manged to hurt her.

Gaius stands with toilet paper stuffed in one nostril and he doesn’t find himself spilling anything about what you know. “Alright ,who ate all the fucking empanadas?” Rick exclaims “Mine were very good, I had chicken”. You sat eating yours with a still bitter cloud over your head but you did calm down with the help of food.

“Alright here’s the deal. we fail the mission, you die” Rick pipes “We find out any information you gives us is false, you die” Robert joins. “If we find out you have personalized licence plates, you die” you frown at Harley while Rick butts in. “What, no” Harley just continues “If you mismatch black, you die” everyone listens while Rick butts in “No”. “If you cough without covering your mouth” Rick frowns “Harley. Those three aren’t things. Although, probably don’t have to say this, that isn’t an open invitation for you to cough without covering your mouth”.

You nod “This is suicide” Rick chips in “Well, that’s kinda our thing” Abner steps forward “Yeah”. All you want isn’t the greatest nor the best but you had to find out how to get rid of Gaius for he isn’t gonna keep his mug shut forever. You arrived but it started raining like crazy “Harley I just want..” Harley cuts you off. “There’s no need to apologize for I know you can have a rough patch once and a while but for sure you should be apologizing to Abner and not me”.

You nod and made your way into the building with words flooding into your head. ‘What your suppose to say’ or ‘Hey Abner I know this is the second apologies today so what do you say forgive and forget’. 

Abner is depressed and has PTSD while you suffer from OCD other then that you want to help him. You want to keep him safe away from harm for he deserves all the love and attention he needs and wants. This may seem desperate but what happens if he never says bye gone is bye gone.  

You screwed everything for sure “Y/N C’mon” Rick calls out to you. You followed behind him. “I sure didn’t see this coming” you saw starfish attached to peoples faces and experiments. You look and stared with no intentions of looking away.  

“Good god” you hear Rick speak “if god existed, wouldn’t this be proof he wasn’t good at all”. “Don’t you dear use the lords name in vain” you defended while he hums. A paw of a much larger starfish meets a round window far from you to which your happy about for now. 

You turn Cleo “We need to help them” while Gaius rolls his eyes at her “Oh, please, unclutch your fucking pearls, Flag we serve the same master. And he knew about it”. Gaius points directly at you “What?” you frown “You knew and you didn’t tell us” Cleo chirps. “It’s always the unexpected ones” Rick fires “No you don’t understand, let me explain”.

“We don’t UNDERSTAND!” you shuttered away from him with the drive in-hand until Chris pulled a gun out. “Holding a gun out on me is pretty fucking personal”. “Yes I knew but I never intended for any of this to happen” Chris laughs “You must be here for the same thing”. Rick glares at you “What I’m not, I’m here for a different reason” Cleo steps away from you. “Bullshit, everything your saying right now is bullshit” Rick voice had nothing but venom and that didn’t settle well with you.

Rubble and all you can see is rubble “CLEO, RICK WHERE ARE YOU” you called but nobody replied. You moved throughout the falling and collapsed debris only to come across Gaius pale lifeless hand sticking out from a pile of rubble. “At least I don’t have to worry about him anymore” you move silently without the drive. You heard a commotion “ Peacemaker, what a joke” you watch onward behind them hidden from plain sight. 

“Y/N don’t let anyone else down and sure don’t let them die” a blind and useless promise Benjamin made. A blood pack for life but now you had to face something greater something that’s going to get you killed. Cleo ran off with the drive while you dashed off to the already dead Rick. “I can fix this, I know I can” you held onto Rick’s lifeless body. 

Time turned back, the sound of ticking swam within the surface and the sound of a struggle came to life. You ran towards it and saw Rick holding a pipe against Chris neck. “Rick” you called and threw him off of Chris “So you were working alongside him”. You shock your head before a shard ripples through your side. 

Cleo ran off while a panicked and desperate Chris slams a frustrated Rick to the ground and follows Cleo. “Rick, I didn’t mean for this to happen” Rick scurried to you. “No don’t speak, you’ll live” a orb of blood meets your lips. “No, this was supposed to be you”, a sound of moving footsteps makes it’s way to you. Did Gaius live, is he making his way to the both of you “Who the hell are you” Rick calls.

A  figure emerges but you recognized him from anywhere “Benjamin”. A blonde 26 year old Benjamin coals makes his way to the both of you. But something didn’t seem right “Benji..” Rick is thrown away from you. 

Rick hurries to his feet and tackles a mindless Benjamin who had a gun and knives attach to his waist. Another struggle broke out while you laid there with little vision on whats happen a few feet away from you. You tired teleportation but you were losing blood fast to which lead to you become a useless body.

“Benjamin I’m Rick Flags a friends of Y/N” the blonde didn’t listen instead he body slams Rick against a table. Rick falls unconscious, Benjamin doesn’t have a starfish attach to his face and he sure ain’t in control but why. He makes his way to you with a gun in hand and intention to end you. “Benjamin please you have to remember me, we are childhood friends” he doesn’t respond.

You were too weak, tired and you couldn’t find a way out from this “Benji...I’ll miss those green eyes”. A sound of a gunshot bounces off walls that some how left standing

Rick comes too and see Benjamin gone but you laid there dead with a bullet hole through your forehead. Rick is left stunned and picks up your body for he believes you didn’t deserve to be buried underneath rubble. “So Y/N knew the entire time” Cleo nods while everyone hears movement and dragging of feet. 

“Rick, your alive” Harley cheers but falls silent when she saw you dead in his arms. Everyone fell silent “Y/N knew but he didn’t intend on any of this to happen” Rick held you. Harley tears up while little Sebastian hugs into Cleo neck. Robert sighs and looks away, Nanaue didn’t see you as Num Num’s but as a fallen friend. Abner heart shatters, he truly believed you’ll live and travel through out time with him. 

“It was suppose to be me”  Rick mummer out while Harley mange to release your body from his grasp. Abner make his way to your lifeless body “But he can time travel”. “true but it doesn’t mean anything” Robert pipes up while choking back the urge to destroy something or someone. Cleo hugs a corrupted Abner who truly cared for you “We have to move on” Robert is the first to walk away.

Abner stares down at you “He said I’m a brave Gryffindor but I don’t feel like one”. 

You left the one your yellow, you leaved the world that been cruel but oddly realistic. Harley had been left betrayed, Cleo wanted an older brother who had the heart to take on the world. Nanaue wanted a friend who’ll defend him and never hold him back from being him. Rick doesn’t have a friend who listened in the most darkest of times. Sebastian lost his only friend who didn’t mind having a rat sleeping in their jacket pocket. Robert lost someone who had a nurturing but a great leadership life to them. Abner had to lose a yellow and someone who gave him hope and courage and now he doesn’t know whats a good or bad choice.

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Nessian Headcanon #12: Family Edition

Since I keep seeing baby headcanons I wanted to make a list of my own :D which I’ve briefly touched on in other posts but...

Cassian and Nesta have a boatload of children (5 at the end of it all I think). The others start joking that they’re building their own army. But what really happens is that they end up taking in many children over the years because they travel often with the work they do and they see so many conditions and there’s wars and all sorts of circumstances. It’s inevitable that kids don’t have homes but they have a giant house and unending resources and the House is like a big nanny itself so they think it’s fate. 

Nesta is actually the one who brings most of the children home. The first one is a 9 year old girl, who is the angriest kid alive. Has something to do with the plot of a story I’m writing, but Nesta is basically entrusted with this kid. She’s the grand niece of someone she ends up knowing and she’s pretty magically powerful so her family would have ate her alive, so she’s asked to keep her safe and whatnot. Her name is Magda but she goes by Maggie. She does not like Cassian whatsoever in the beginning, and she is horribly rude to Nesta. But Nesta does not care at all, she’s like okay get it out, say worse. Like she’s so chill, because she knows how it feels to be that angry. Maggie and Nesta end up being really close to the point where Maggie does not like being away from Nesta and gets very protective of her even to other members of the IC. She’ll fight first and ask questions later. Cassian and her form a bond actually not by fighting at all, but because Maggie does so many experiments that end up going awry. She’s a fae and has got magic up the wazoo and she’s a book nerd, and she’s kind of a trouble maker, and Cassian thrives. He loves her because she’s like a smaller more diabolical version of Nesta. The House is amused by their antics usually. 

Nesta ends up getting pregnant for their second child and this kid is the only one they actually have on their own. Her name is Lyra, and Maggie thinks that it’s hilarious that Cassian lives in a house with all girls. Maggie is about 12 when they have her, and Maggie at first does not take kindly to Lyra, because she starts feeling like they have their own family and she’s just the kid who eventually is going to have to go back to her other family (because that’s a plot too that I won’t go into to) but they try so much to include her, because Maggie is their child. No question. Nesta ends up telling Cassian that she’s pregnant by giving him an enchanted painting, which is the work of all three Archeron sisters. Elain for seeing what the child would look like, Feyre for painting, and Nesta for enchanting it so that if they have more children the picture will get bigger and there will be room for Feyre to paint the others. So one big family portrait. In that picture, Maggie is tucked in between the two with the baby/toddler. Dark hair, big blue eyes... maybe hazel. Maybe one of each (I’m really not sure). The best parts of both Nesta and Cassian though. She’s so gorgeous. Prettiest little girl. But yeah going back to Maggie, they ask her during this picture time (probably solstice present time) if Maggie wants to be an Archeron. (Another headcanon for another time, but Cassian marries Nesta too and becomes an Acheron). So, does she want to do this? Absolutely, and at this point she already start calling them mom and dad and just referring to them as such, so that’s their kiddos. 

Third and fourth are siblings. They’re from the continent. Maggie is 14, Lyra is close to 2. The siblings are brought by Nesta who is doing some thing that I cannot say because I have not made it up yet, but she finds them at the scene of a Massacre in hiding. The oldest is close to 6, the other is probably 1-ish. The oldest will not let them take the baby from her. The baby is a boy. They don’t speak the common tongue, which is any issue, but they hire a tutor to both talk to the little girl and then also to teach them ALL (everyone in their household) the language that the two siblings speak as well as teach them how to speak the common Prythrian language. So everyone ends up learning. The little girl is taken under the wing of Maggie, who is the perfect older sister/camp counselor as she likes to refer to herself after there’s more kids. They don’t know her name for the LONGEST time, because she won’t speak at all, but she ends up loving Cassian because he makes her laugh and he brings her a thousand stuffed bears because at one point she won’t stop crying and he brings them home and makes funny voices with them, and carries her on his shoulders, and she has the sweetest giggle. But eventually they end up naming her Ursella which she ends up going by Ella when she gets older, because her nickname with Cassian is little bear. They do ask her later when she talks if she remembers her old name and her birthday since they don’t know, but she doesn’t say that she does, which may be a lie, but Ella happily goes by Ella, and they give her a choice to choose one random day in the year to be her birthday, but she chooses to celebrate her birthday on the day they brought her in. She calls it her re-birthday.

The baby boy they name Nico. It’s actually a common Illyrian name and Cassian knows that the little boy is technically not Illyrian but it is his first son, and he really wants to give him that piece of him. Cassian does ask him when he’s about 10 if he’d prefer a name that’s based on his own culture, because they make sure that’s very integrated in their home life, because of course Cassian loves his culture and Nesta has that anthropological eye, so she knows and learns so much and they just love their children so much that they want all of them, every piece that they come with. But Nico likes his name, and he’s his dads through and through. But he LOVES Nesta. He’s a momma’s boy for sure, which I guess just makes him similar to Cassian. He does not like learning though, so Nesta usually has to teach him herself instead of having tutors, and she spends extra time with him going through his lessons. Lyra and him grow up together closer to age, so they pick on each other A LOT, but ultimately they grow up to have that relationship like I can pick on you but no one else can. They’re super close. If you want one, you find the other. They both will be together somewhere making a mess of things. Ella is the one who usually is like would you please be loud somewhere else. She ends up getting into music--playing instruments and so she generally prefers quietness to study and practice. Violin is her forte. 

The next boy comes about 4 yrs later. Maggie is 18, Lyra is 6, Nico is 5/6 ish. Ella is 10. The boy is about 12. He’s Illyrian and Cassian finds him this time and takes him to Nesta first, but Nesta is like why are you asking lol this is our new son. He’s a “bastard” unfortunately. I hate that word. But he has learned to fight, Cassian found him in the fighting pits in an Illyrian camp a couple hours away from Windhaven, and the situation was so much like his except this kid was never given a home like he was. So, he spent a good couple of weeks trying to get on his good side enough for him to trust him and to want to go someplace safer and warm. He hates Cassian a lot at first... while at the same time being like you’re the hero I’ve heard about. So admiration but also a touch of resentment and anger at the world. Cassian doesn’t know what to do with that, because still to the day he does not handle emotion like Nesta does. He understands it but he doesn’t know what to say, what to do, his go to is always training, but training is not what this child needs. So again, this is Nesta’s forte. Interestingly enough, she’s very gentle with kids. She’s empathetic, soft, but not condescending. She gives everyone the same respect so it helps a lot when he sees that and he’s never had a mom before who tucks him in or makes sure he’s feeling well. His name is Julian. I forgot that part and it turns out he’s HATES fighting. But he really likes plants. So he ends up spending a lot of time with Elain when she visits. He’s fascinated by them and ends up having his own garden. But because Nesta is magical in this headcanon (because she’s more witchy in my fics) he learns A LOT about poisons. Not because Nesta teaches him, but because he finds her books and reads them and starts growing them. This becomes a problem, because when Julian doesn’t like his tutors or teachers, he starts trying to poison them. Like not killing them, but he knows which will give stomach aches, which will give rashes. Nesta is both proud and reprimanding. 

I do feel like they might have more, but I don’t know for now I feel this is good for their set family. Five in total for their first gaggle of children lol. But all of them are asked if they want to be an Archeron. All of them say yes. All of them have each other’s back even if they have screaming matches on the daily. The house is mostly chaotic at all times but the House loves having people in it and laughing and being filled to the brim with stuffed animals and train sets and plants and music and family members coming in and out since Nyx visits often because he’s an only child for a very long time with Feyre taking more of a position in court rulings and Rhysand just being generally busy because you know High Lord/High Lady stuff. I don’t see Feyre being a stay at home mom but I also don’t see Rhys being a stay at home dad, but they’re also rulers so I peg them for both being working parents, which they feel guilty about A LOT at first, and it’s something that they struggle with in the confines of their own identities and their relationship, because they love Nyx and they know they’re parents but that’s not all they are, and without having the gender role of one parent staying home it’s very difficult for them to both rule, but Rhys does not want to stop being a high lord and Feyre is bored too often and she wants to rule and she knows she can, and she has that title for a reason and wants to utilize it. So it’s a hard time, with lots of arguments, but Nyx ends up mostly going with Cassian for a good amount of the day when he’s older and they have more kids in the house, and Nyx doesn’t really know that Feyre and Rhys had this problem, because he’d just prefer to be around the other kids and it ends up working really well. 

Cassian ends up being more of the stay at home parent. I don’t know why but I feel he just gives me that vibe where forget the courtier business, if there’s no war and if the armies are generally taken care of which he does, he wants to stay home and raise his kids, which is very surprising since he’s the one who doesn’t ever take vacations. He wants to be there for every moment no matter how awkward or loud. That’s his family and he’s waited so long for them, and it’s not even about him not having that family early on, it’s because he genuinely would rather be with his kids. He’s the one who as soon as they got the siblings was like I’m going to have to take a step back, because he saw his kids every day but he just didn’t want to be away for long periods of time, and at that point he’d already taken several steps back on working, so it became more of a done deal then. He still is the general, but he gives more responsibility to Devlon and to other people he’s trained over the years to step up. So generally, Cassian will work a couple of days a week for a couple of hours or just go quickly in the evenings, go over reports if the kids are in class with their teachers, and more during certain times of the year, but he’s generally more of a family man. 

Nesta in my fic/headcanon ends up being a queen as well as a leader of the witches and the founder/leader of the Valkyrie and she owns a shipping company and she’s the cauldron’s guardian which don’t ask me to explain, it’s in this fic I’ve barely written. But she’s a “I can bake the cake and eat it too” type of person to me, and because of her magic it is easy for her to do it all because it’s like a full time job. She goes home after a certain hour and she’s back with her kiddos, and most of her jobs have other people who have a handle on things as well. So she’s not an island, but she loves having the purpose and the drive, because as much as she did like being in the library and being in Velaris and having that day to day slice of life, she likes and yearns for adventure. She’s a go-getter and is not necessarily ambitious for power, but she’s got the whole world to discover and she can have anything she’s willing to work for. She wants to be and see it all. Cassian is endlessly proud of her and is like that’s my mate, my wife. My mate. My wife. And they both end up getting what they want without having to sacrifice their own ideals. Their marriage is a collaboration and it ends up working phenomenally for the two of them and their children. 

But ultimately it’s really the House that makes it possible. Because who cooks food and cleans and supplies every need and wish and whatnot? The House. Who baby proofs? The House. The House is like I’ve always wanted a big family and boy does it get a big family. 

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