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mrs-weasley-reid · 25 days

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you're too sweet for me

(young) Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader

Summary: Opposites attract, but Aaron reasons that it doesn't mean the magnets should connect. Just because he's in love with you doesn't mean he has to admit it.

Warning: Angst.

A/N: inspired by the song Too Sweet by Hozier

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From the moment Aaron Hotchner met you, he knew you'd be the death of him.

Your bright aura. Your friendly personality. Your witty jokes. Your everything. You.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't drawn to you like everybody else. In fact, he was probably one of the willing victims of your sweetness.

The two of you joined the academy at the same time. Compared to Aaron, you were the one he would call a magnet. You had everyone attracted to you like a moth to a flame, and all you had to do was smile.

Finding out that you both got a position at the Behavioral Analysis Unit gave him such a euphoric daze. Aaron thought he was just happy that he got the job he wanted. But if he had to admit, seeing you was one of the reasons that it felt right.

"Good morning, Hotch!" You came in like the morning sun, filled with energy and blinding light. You slumped on your swivel chair with a chuckle, "Y'know, smiling a little bit won't kill you. How are we supposed to recruit more people to the team if you're frowning all the time?" You coaxed with a playful grin, easing onto your desk that sat across from him.

You were the first person to ever call him Hotch, getting the idea on accident over a cup of coffee. You were in the middle of bringing his mug in the name of being a kind teammate when you rattled on a simple, "Be careful, it's hotch!" followed by bursting out of laughter after the innocent mistake.

And since then, you couldn't call him anything else. Aaron wasn't thinking of correcting you anytime soon. After all, you two have been working together for the past five years, contributing to the continuous development of the BAU.

One other thing...

Aaron Hotchner has been in love with you for years, and kept it buried in the deepest corner of his heart.

Why?

He thought of many things.

First, your coffee order. He took his coffee straight black. The bitterness kept him awake enough to function. You, however, had some step-by-step concoction that kept you insanely energized for the day.

Second, your bedtime. He stays up as late as he could. The silence brought him peace as he listened to his pen scribble on his action report. You, however, slept as early as eight in the evening or as soon as you were allowed.

Aaron wouldn't hesitate to say more, but it'd take him an eternity.

He knew so much about you that someone might render him a creep had he mentioned it to anyone else but himself.

Because one thing Aaron Hotchner knew well was you.

And he knew you'd change in an instant if someone asked you to.

Aaron couldn't possibly have you do such a horrible thing.

The world needed your brightness. Aaron convinced himself that the world needed you more than he could ever do.

You were too good for him, too sweet.

So, why ruin the incredible person you are?

His love for you could be treated with constant denial, but whatever damage he could do to your bright spark would be a crime.

Loving you was a crime.

"I got it!" You erupted in the bullpen, jumping like a three-year-old child. Your vision caught Aaron, who had just walked in. You snatched him into a tight hug as you continued to bounce on your feet.

Aaron couldn't stop his lips from curving, melting into a puddle as he felt your arms wrap around him. His body stood frozen, but his heart was beating so loud he was afraid you could hear it.

Jason Gideon came out of his office to see the commotion, David Rossi right behind him. The two founding fathers of the unit curiously wondered what may have made them stop in the middle of a chess game.

"What's the jumping for?" David had his eyebrows knitted but was enjoying the way you celebrated with joy.

Another reason why Aaron couldn't possibly admit his feelings for you. You were contagious. Your glee always affected everyone, influencing an individual with the tiniest sound of your giggles.

You retracted away from Aaron, facing David. "I got the position in Interpol!" You exclaimed with pride, gasping for air after your prior actions.

Jason and David raised their eyebrows, accordingly giving you a congratulatory embrace. You felt their happiness for you in every bone they had almost crushed. Still, you paid no mind. The news made you feel elated, fueling you with a sense of fulfillment.

"It'd be different to not have you here, but I'm proud of you. Interpol would be glad to have you." Jason remarked with a satisfying nod. "You ready to move to Washington?"

"Even better," You bit your lower lip from excitement, "I'm going to France!" You clasped your mouth with both your hands, containing your squeals behind it.

Aaron heard his entire heart shatter into pieces as your triumph echoed on the walls of the bullpen. Everything became a blur and muffled.

Years of keeping his feelings a secret was no easy task, but at least he got to see your sweet smile each day. He couldn't imagine his life without listening to your random fits of laughter.

How was he going to survive a day without your daily reminder that he was human and not some poker-faced mannequin?

Who would complain about his bitter taste for coffee?

Where would he look when he needed a source of hope in the form of a warm smile?

What would he do without you in his life..?

But you just looked so proud, so excited, so... happy.

So, Aaron Hotchner put up a brave face and soft smile, "Congratulations."

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oftidheard · 5 months

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o my days im on my knees pls do a part two of ur recent coriolanus fic (the one he chose to take the punishment instead of her) 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

so happy to hear people enjoyed it enough to want more ♡ this is a part two to burn me twice and the blame walks for you

you thought it'd be nice to hold the ice i can't see coriolanus snow x reader ↳ 2.4k ↳ angst with a happy? ending ↳ feminine

that night — per coriolanus's instruction — you'd pulled yourself together enough to slip through crowds with an inconspicuous politeness, and made your way home.

he hadn't joined you like he usually did, and instead parted from you in that very hallway outside heavensbee hall. he didn't have to utter a word for you to recognise the calculated look in his eyes and clenched jaw; he had a plan.

so you'd said your goodbyes, and felt his gaze follow you until you were out of sight, but onwards still felt that protective aura he'd built up around you — as if on your cold walk home, he was still there to keep you safe.

from the second your hand had been dropped from coriolanus's, to the moment you'd crossed the threshold to your lavish bedroom, it had all been a mist. you'd received congratulations from some classmates, and bitter glares from others, but they'd all blurred together — just as your quick feet hitting the pavement had rushed so quickly, that when your body finally landed atop your neatly set bed, your head still span.

everything had felt light, like the only things stopping you from simply floating away were the roof above your head and your unbreakable anchor to your boyfriend — wherever he was, whatever he was doing now.

when you'd come down from the dissociated thump in your head clouding behind your eyes, you'd found yourself sat at your windowsill.

your gaze then met the ball of soft light rising in the sky, eyes following the moon as she grew brighter, as she welcomed her night-time kingdom — and you, her subject.

you don't remember if it comforted you — staring up at the fixture of the sky, the objectively serene picture something one might guess to be the calmest thing you could ever find — but you remember pretending coriolanus might be watching the moon too, likewise hoping you to be okay just as you did for him; so that was, perhaps, what kept you going.

but at the very least, you don't remember hanging on for dear life and grasping for empty gasps as you'd fallen asleep.

petty theft gets you hung in the districts — the fact played on repeat in your tired head; you didn't want to even think about what sort of noose would await you for disrespecting the capitol's prestigious games — so you tried to trick yourself into dreaming of a picnic with your boyfriend.

the moon — ever kind — had lulled you to slumber, and granted you a dreamless sleep, momentarily letting you forget the ruin your life would face come morning.

now you've awoken, you can feel where the opaque glue has been piped between your shattered pieces; all in a fragile attempt to keep you together. the shards of yesterday's breakage prick at your sore neck and constrict the beating of your heart, flashes of last night's emotions stabbing you relentlessly.

it feels surreal, knowing at the end of it all, you still have to return to the academy today for what would be — if it weren't for dean highbottom and what he shouldn't know — an entirely regular school day; a disconcerting departure from the chaos of recent that had dug itself a burrow in your life and started to feel like your new norm.

but it isn't, and you're a distinguished young woman who needs to gratefully embrace her education, and you cannot return as a role model for future mentors with tear-stained cheeks and yesterday's mussed uniform. so you shakily rise from your curled up position by the still opened window, and clean yourself up as best you can with trembling hands spurred on by unsteady breaths.

the wind whips at you the entire walk to the academy, and you hope it's strong enough to wash away any semblance of the broken girl you'd caught a glimpse of in the mirror just before departing — and you think, if that requires the ice-cold breeze knocking you over with such a force that each and every shard of you falls apart into disrepair; you'd let it happen.

but as your feet drag you to your destination you are not granted the reprieve of irreversibly breaking; you are simply torn, and it hurts so much worse.

your shoes scuff the path, and the rips deep inside you that make the walk laborious are invisible to the outside world. your lips upturn when you pass a neighbour, but your smile is dampened just enough that they would notice just how unconvincing it is if you weren't set in motion, and already gone down the street.

you are in disarray, you are fraying at the edges that have been caressed by fire. your fingertips are singed by the very items that saved you, and the smoke of the flames that bit you back draws your breaths heavy.

you try to breathe through it, and keep your head high enough that no one wonders why you look so miserable, but low enough that eyes lamenting your arrogance after just one win don't follow you.

embers climb up your legs and sting your skin. they leave a path of flickering — slowing fading out — scraps of coal behind you, digging your heavy footsteps deep into the path so everyone knows where you are to mock and gawk at.

the sharp heat grows, reaching higher and higher until your legs wobble from the stress and the heat wraps around you, all to desperately grasp at the tip of your fingers.

a prick, like a needle — on the tip of the same fingers that had passed lucy gray her means to win, and a painful spark grows not too dissimilar to the odd shock followed by heat you'd felt when those same fingertips had brushed against her own.

the spark doesn't light the rest of you on fire, but rather runs through vein and bone, travelling through your body so overwhelmed and ready to crumble you down.

it runs up your spine, it reminds you that your time perhaps even in the capitol itself is running out, and you hope that perhaps if the spark is finally set alight in the centre of your skull that it might shrivel nerve endings and pain receptors, until it won't hurt to soon hear your life is over.

you feel the reprieve running up your neck joined by a tear down your cheek, but just as the fire is about to swallow you whole — for better, you'd hoped, but more than certainly for worse no matter whether you realise that — its force is snuffed.

the tear — your first of the day, salty water only just thawed from the numbness that had frozen in your heart over the cold night — that had just escaped your eye, crystalises.

the sudden change surrounds you, you are doused with a bucket of freezing cold water and shoved into an existence where the warm colours of the word that had just been swallowed by licks of flames and swift heartbeats are stripped away.

now, that all is quelled, and you find yourself — at the foot of the steps to the academy — in a dim world you'd glimpsed in the company of the moon just last night. and yet, this one feels even heavier.

you glance around, and with every figure your eyes glaze over, there is an unfathomable solemness that not even the death of the ring twins had evoked over the entire student body.

you feel a terror — for your life, for coryo's life — but it feels out of place in this collective sadness, in this community where you are left out of the know; it makes you feel like everyone else also knows that you do not fit into whatever this is.

your feet fly up the pristine steps with urgency, as if at the top you might face a place to hide away, and not the inevitable doubled population of unusually unsmiling students.

you gasp when — while the sight of the large imposing doors of the academy come into view — you also catch sight of the one person you've wanted to see more than anything since the moment you were separated; coriolanus.

he stands facing you, presumably in conversation with io jasper — whose back is in turn turned to you — but when his gaze catches yours, he swiftly ends the interaction, and is quick to approach you.

his strides are steady and reach you in the matter of a couple of seconds — a contrast to your trembling steps, which may well serve as a rather accurate representation of your relationship — and his hands don't hesitate to find your shoulders with a secure grip.

your eyes dart side-to-side — as if looking for any onlookers which you are so certain must be watching your every breath — and after your search, you still can't bring them to settle assuredly on coriolanus's own as you anxiously whisper.

"what's going on?"

all you receive is a stony expression, but which precedes one hand dropping to hold your wrist and the other rising to hold the back of your neck; both of which gently tug you closer to him.

"everyone's staring," you sputter in a marginally quieter whisper than before, "i don't—"

he shushes you, a finger on the back of your neck begins to trace calming circles, and his hand on your wrist tightens slightly.

"breathe," he instructs, so you try.

the breath is unreliable and you don't feel any more better than before the air had rushed into your lips, but coriolanus demonstrates himself taking several deep breaths to encourage yourself to continue trying.

slowly, the colours a well-adjusted and perfectly calm girl might observe at her place of education squeeze in on the edges of your vision, and with coriolanus pulling you even closer to him — his every breath now blowing across your cheek — you start to feel calmer.

he raises an eyebrow to ask if you're better, and you — however hesitantly — nod.

with another unconvinced but digressing once-over, one hand leaves your neck and the other slips up to now link your arm with his.

your legs don't feel like they might suddenly fall out from beneath you anymore, and you find yourself falling into step with coriolanus's own headed towards the doors without much struggle.

he easily glides you through the crowds, and you begin to feel uneasy once more at the harrowingly uncharacteristic silence that envelops the foyer.

you lean towards coryo with a stuttered whisper, "what about—" dean highbottom, "won't he—"

you're tugged closer again, with another "breathe" whispered into your ear, just as you join a specific group of your classmates; who all appear to be in different levels of melancholy.

festus creed turns around and makes room — standing to your left — for yourself and coriolanus to join the group, and while he doesn't look particularly distraught, he appears the most emotionally affected of the group.

lysistrata vickers stands directly in front of you with a respectfully plain expression, though she offers you a kind, but oddly still sad smile in greeting. though it serves only to scare you into overthinking — does she know? do they all know?

coriolanus's has unlinked your arms, and now holds your hand. breath.

to lysistrata's right, stands persephone price, with the most seemingly unaffected disposition of the group.

feeling like a fish out of water slowly asphyxiating, you glance to your boyfriend, and note his stony expression has grown to make room for a hint of something similar to the others' sombre looks.

hopelessly, your eyes flicker back to lysistrata — the person who you'd say is next on your list of people you trust here, even if there's still a large blank gap between her name and coriolanus's — and she only gives you a pitiful look that says 'i understand'.

but she can't, and you don't either, and you find yourself in the unlikely situation of being grateful for persephone talking to you unprompted.

"didn't you hear?" she gives a small raise of her eyebrows.

your frown, and your evident confusion is enough of an answer itself.

just as persephone's lips pop open again, coriolanus's hand anticipatorily squeezes yours.

"dean highbottom died."

you're tossed like a ragdoll in an echoing bubble of numbness.

persephone predictably prattles on, "it's no surprise he drank himself to death," but her words continue to grow less and less coherent to you, before she utters, "i mean, that flask he..." and your brain completely silences her to join as just another buzz in the fuzziness that constricts you.

your eyes must glaze, your mouth must be agape, you must have gone slick with sweat and started all but shivering — because the one new feeling you register, is a hand that can't be coryo's holding yours tenderly.

you want to hold it back — if your own weren't so weak that you're sure you can't even pick up a pencil — if only to reach for that anchor.

but as your fingers graze pathetically, coryo's hand that still keeps hold of your other, compresses. the force is overwhelming, and he must be squeezing your hand to limpness; but above the instinctual alarm going off in your head at circulation loss, you know why he's doing this.

he's grounding you, forcing you to concentrate on something physical, something strong.

though he's always gotten mixed results when he attempts this — some days it succesfully draws you back in, some tries it causes you to panic, and sometimes even faint with a light head and racing heart — but you try to slow your breathing, and convince yourself that it's helping.

a thumb rubbing across your pulse-point on your wrist joins coriolanus's death grip, and it's almost like a pinch that wakes you from a nightmare.

as your blurry eyes focus back in on a reality that is not in fact a dark bubble of nothingness, you realise your other hand is held by lysistrata.

once she notices your slow descent from fright, she gives you a sympathetic smile, and lets go.

finally, you look to persephone with a breathless reply to the news.

"that's horrible."

she glances around the room, then shrugs — shoulders weightless with the freedom of not knowing how it felt for dean highbottom to have held your fate atop his, the lightness of having the only thing that haunts her past being a failure, instead of a secret that could kill.

which now, you dare to dream, might not even be a threat to you anymore.

she dismisses, "i suppose so, but he wasn't exactly a model citizen," and casually changes the subject to the upcoming academic year.

coriolanus's thumb still runs over your wrist, and you can't tell if with the dean's threats all but inconsequential now, you may finally take a breath of fresh air — or if this signifies the last time you ever will.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #tbosas x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x y/n #thg x reader #❤︎ — the mockingjay sings

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pawberri · 29 days

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It's so annoying how much people older than me mythologize the past, but I do miss my childhood. In fact, I can't believe how little kids these days know about it! Haha, I'll just ironically joke about how much better it was when I was a kid. I'm self aware about it, so it isn't the same as those old people. Plus, the time I grew up in isn't even mythologized, so it'd be stupid to take me seriously! Hmm, but, come to think of it, it kind of was better, right? Like, kids now are so weird and fucked up and self centered... in my childhood it was totally different. We weren't always in some moral panic about something stupid. Haha reject modernity embrace tradition, right! No one could take that seriously about my childhood, even if it really was better then. I really wish we could go back before these kids were ruining everything, making everyone so sensitive and changing all the stuff I liked. I know that makes me sound like those old people before me, but they were different than me. Why? I mean, isn't it obvious? They care about stupid stuff, but the time I was growing up in was really better! There's so many bad things happening now, and I didn't experience any of that stuff myself back then. If we just went back, it'd be so much better. Who cares about social progress. Social progress just makes everyone more sensitive. We already had the perfect amount of social progress before, when everyone had a healthy amount of fear of things. No way, that's not mythologizing the past, I'm not some straight white boomer. Reject modernity, embrace tradition!! Haha!!

#^ weird furries about 2009 sparkledog myspace scene emo culture #theyre like haha you dont even have to take anything i say seriously because it would be absurd to say this past was some special time!#but we should go back to it tho! things would be better! unlike now with these sensitive kids!

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t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d · 8 months

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!!!!! hi !!! :) can u maybe write rise leo & donnie hcs (separate pls) with a reader who's super affectionate and just loves tf out of them.!!! like!!! reader is head over heels!!!

also i hate that u were self conscious while writing totally platonic ;( it was so great, i rly like the way u wrote it!!!🥹 made me feel all warm n' fuzzy n' shit

Touchy-Feely

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ (seperate) don + leo hcs w a supez affectionate reader!!! (physical touch, gift-giving, words of affirmation)

req ;; yes/no

g/n reader!! they/them prns

warnings ;; swearing, kinda ooc??

leo ;;

- so leo is naturally ALL over people he loves (think climbing all over raph, draping himself over mikey + donnie, etc)

- it'd be really accurate to say he's the same way with you!

- whenever you're in the lair, or just around the turtles/leo, you are going to be snatched up and there is nothing you can do about it!

- standing up? okay, leo's just gonna wrap his arms round your waist and lean his head on your shoulder.

- sitting down? either you're sitting in his lap or he's sitting in yours— or, he sits on the floor beside you so that he can lean his head on your thighs (i love doing that)

- laying in bed? CUDDLE TIME!

- that's all just to say that leo himself is very physically affectionate ;; if he got the chance he'd hold onto you and never let go

- with leo's self-esteem problems, i think it really helps to have a partner who's super affectionate!

- leo's the kinda guy to have doubts/ be like 'why are you even with me? i'm so lame and my brothers/literally anyone is so much better than me'

- so to have someone who time and time again shows how much they love him and proves that they only have eyes for him?

- it actually really helps! of course, those thoughts do come back sometimes, but it's nothing that a few kisses and a cuddle session can't fix!

- not to mention how you're always, always willing to tell him own much you love him!! because you do, you love him very much and will do anything to get those bad thoughts out of his head

- if he ever feels bad about himself or something he did, he always comes to you to get some comfort bc you comfort him in the best way

- like i wrote in Totally Platonic, leo's prone to subconsciously wagging his tail, making chittering/churring sounds at you, even fluttering his fingers around your cheeks bc red-eared slider DNA go brrr

- something that i think leo would be self-conscious of is money and ish, bc its not like he can really get much?? with the whole turtle situation

- but you, of course, being the angel you are, constantly reassures him that you don't need materialistic things for him to prove his love! you just want him, not anything else

- he sobs on the spot

- leo's the type of guy to fall HARD, so to know you're the same way? to know that you're as crazy about him as he is about you?

- he swoons, and wonders what he might've done to deserve such a wonderful partner.

- (literally save the world twice but who's counting?)

donnie ;;

- everybody, EVERYBODY KNOWS that donnie ain't a very touch-oriented guy, so at the start of the relationship, he'd deffo be overwhelmed by all the love and might ask you to tone it down (not in a mean way)

- once he gets comfortable tho he's all up for affection and cuddles :))

- you do ruin his bad-boy image tho. how is this man supposed to be dark and mysterious when your sweet self is out here making him absolutely melt???

- donnie typically shows his love through gifts and words!!!

- alike leo, he could spend HOURS singing your praise and just saying everything he loves about you (he's actually made a list organized by his most favourite qualities alphabetically.)

- i personally think that for donnie, being a middle child, he didn't get too much attention and we know for a FACT that he yearns for praise and love

- so you KNOW he's going feral if you so much as say 'wow, that's cool!' to one of his inventions

- donnie, while a little overwhelmed by all the love you show him, is really happy to have it

- don can get really stressed when doing his experiments/making his inventions, so it helps to have you around!!

- comes to you for cuddles and to rant when stuff doesn't go his way or an experiment fails

- DEFFO appreciates how affectionate and lovey-dovey you are.

- (also like leo) he can get down in the dumps and insecure bc he believes that his tech is the only 'useful' thing about himself

- so to hear you constantly being like "ahhh my bf!!! my wonderful talented smart funny bf!!!! my love my light of my life!!! i love you i love you i love you :DD" to him really brought up his spirits

- how could they not?? you're just too cute and so sweet!!

- it also helps if he feels kinda insecure in public!! people trying to flirt w you? you don't even notice because you're too busy looking at donnie.

- donnie totes makes you gifts and stuff (little robot to help you out w chores, maybe one to remind you every day how much he loves you :])

- unlike leonardo however, don prefers to keep pda to a minimum;; he likes having certain things to himself and in private

- that doesn't mean that he don't love it tho!!! he just prefers that some stuff stays behind walls

A/N ;; SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! but thank you so much for the request :DD im so eepy jssbbfjs,,,, anyway MEOWSSSS can't wait to work on more fics :]] they might come (even) slower tho bc im starting classes again (AGHHHHHHH)

LUV FROM ;; CUPEZ

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sillypiratelife · 3 months

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Kuina is probably my favorite female character of One Piece, but that's because she represents just perfectly the experience of being a little girl that's into martial arts— and some other stuff.

Kuina would never be enough because she could not be man enough to inherit the dojo, according to her dad, but she was also not lady-like enough to be considered a "woman". To the eyes of other people (and what they make her believe), Kuina's dream marked her as an eternal outcast, someone who would never reach one shore or the other.

To Kuina, her body was a cage. Even if she had everything within her, her body would make her naturally weaker. Similar to being condemned to fight with a bad sword, a blade that would break. Being a child was safe. Little boys and little girls are equals. Growing up meant losing time, losing ground. Every year must have to be a burden to her, with the constant reminder that her time as the best was running out.

The fear and hatred of puberty, the horror of the way your body changes without your permission, the experience of girls who feel uncomfortable in her bodies because they don't want breasts, they don't want to be weaker once a month because their bodies are bleeding and their hormones are ruining everything— I've seen it all.

Worst even, the way people would stare at those bodies and lust for them. The trauma of being desirable. Now they think that they're entitled to your body, that they can disrespect you. You're a toy, an object, you're a woman so you're weak and fragile, you're a woman so give up, you're not in control of the situation anymore.

When Koushiro said that a woman could never be the best swordman in the world, there are soooo many things in between the lines. Why not?

As if it wasn't enough, the boys accused Kuina of being that much better than them because her dad was the leader of the dojo, so he must be teaching her in secret. Her merits were never hers, just the results of another man. "Ah, that girl can't be that good, she must be getting help, receiving special treatment, getting extra training, etc". It's infuriating and Kuina shows it. They disrespect her like it's nothing, like it's natural. Her own dad allows it and participates in that.

Before Zoro, Kuina had no one to tell her that her skills were only hers. Her body, her heritage, not of that mattered. She was the rightful winner of their matches, at least so far.

When Zoro cries out of frustration and Kuina asks him if he even knows why she should be the one crying for it? Life changing moment. Zoro got the praise and loyalty of the dojo boys, the admiration of the older people training there, he was even the special boy of her dad— Koushiro let Zoro clown around with multiple swords and watch Kuina beat his ass, but it'd never matter.

Zoro wouldn't be betrayed by his own body, his own family, his own dojo and his own hometown. He was an outsider accepted by the community, their pride even. He came out of nowhere and they gave him everything she wanted and both of them deserved. It's just that it wasn't a fair fight: Zoro was a boy and Kuina was a girl. She'd always have to fight harder even if she was better.

For me, I really think that only Zoro could carry Wado Ichimonji with him. He was the only one who respected Kuina as a person and a rival, not seeing what others saw in her. Zoro honored all their fights, never tried to discredit her, because even when Koushiro tried to give Zoro an excuse "you forgot that she's a little older than you", Zoro brushed it away. No, he could beat grown-ups. That was not it.

Kuina was better than him. Period.

The fact that she died in such an accident and the way Koushiro said "humans are fragile things"... It is just so amazing. What Kuina feared the most: all her potential, wasted. When she was finally ready to go after what she wanted, she fell down the stairs and died. Simple. The promise Zoro and Kuina made was wasted too. Now Zoro had all the time in the world and Kuina had no time at all. She was always against fate and Zoro rode with it.

I still think about how Zoro plans to make it all worth something: if she can rightfully fight for the title, then he won't let anyone have it but him. If Kuina was able to beat 2001 times the boy who would become the best swordman in the world, then no one could insult him ever again. And if he won that title with her sword, then he'd elevate both their names. If he could fulfill his promise to her, then that night would hold its meaning.

I love Kuina soooo freaking much and I love how much Zoro values her, even to this day.

#shan blogs about one piece!#roronoa zoro #shimotsuki kuina

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nomoreusername · 1 month

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Next Time Then

Paring:Newt x female reader

Summary:After standing up up for Newt, he visits you in the slammer.

If you ask me it wasn't even my fault. Unfortunately, nobody bothered to ask. I don't know what they wanted me to do. The dude was being a slinthead so I beat a little sense into him. It serves him right. Maybe now he'll have some common decency in his life. No one else saw it that way so I'm spending the night in the slammer with no dinner.

"Six thousand and seventy eight, six thousand and seventy nine."

"You alright there love? You sound like you're losin' it already?"Newt asked.

"When'd you get here?"I asked, sitting up.

"Just a minute ago. I wanted to see how long ya'd really go on for,"He shrugged.

"I was trying to count how many stars I could see. I got bored,"I explained.

"You could have just slept,"He suggested.

"No. I didn't want to do that either,"I replied.

"What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't Mr.second-in-command be sleeping with the others?"I teased.

"I hate when ya' call me that,"He complained.

"No you don't. Now what are you doing here? Hate to inform you of this, but this place isn't much."

He looked down at me through the make shift bars.

"I figured you'd get hungry eventually,"He said, tossing me a piece of bread. I successfully caught it like the athlete I am.

"This is why I love you."

"Because I brought ya' bread?"He asked, amused.

"No. Because you were kind enough to bring it. Also you're doing exactly what you're not supposed to be doing right now. You're just full of surprises,"I admitted, looking up at the sky. They were sparkling more than I'd seen than I'd seen them before. It could also be the fact that everything seems better and brighter when he's around.

"So are you apparently. Why'd you beat up poor Jack? The poor blokes nose was broken,"He asked.

"He was being a shuckface,"I responded nonchalantly.

"That's not a very good answer. Lots of people are shuckfaces, but ya' normally don't punch them,"He pointed out.

"He was talking bad about you,"I admitted sheepishly. That was the one thought could set me off. He was to good to be talked about negativity.

"Y/N, I don't want you to be in the slammer. I'd rather have you out here with me,"He said softly.

"I'll work on it,"I said to get a reaction.

"Y/N,"He sighed but I could still hear a grin behind it. "Next time just think about me tellin' you off for not being out here with me. I'm sure that'll stick in your mind."

"What if it's really rude?"I asked, waiting for his next words.

"Y/N,"He started.

"Just kidding. You know you're the only one I'll occasionally listen to."

"You're lucky I love you,"He sighed, sounding so done with my attitude but flustered at the same time. It was adorable that after all this time he still turned red around me.

"I know I am Newt. I'm the luckiest girl in the Glade."

"You're the only girl in the Glade,"He reminded me.

"You have to ruin everything don't you? The one time I'm nice and this is the thanks I get,"I huffed pretending to be offended.

"You're nice to me all the time,"He replied.

"Shh. I have a reputation to keep."

"Y/N-"

"Shh, can you hear it? Y/N, the girl who'll break your nose. Has a nice ring to it don't you think?"I asked innocently.

"You know what I think?"He asked.

"What exactly do you think Newton?"

"I think you need to go to bed before you get any more ideas in that head of yours."

"What if I have a completely different idea?"I asked.

"Then, I don't think it'd be a very smart one."

"What if the idea involves you?"I asked, grinning.

"Then, I'd be scared for my life,"He joked.

"What if it involves you, me, and you breaking me out of here?"I suggested. Even from down here I knew he was rolling his eyes.

"Goodnight Y/N,"He told me, getting up to go.

"Okay, next time then,"I yelled.

"There better not be a bloody next time!"

There was in fact a next time.

#newt x y/n #newt x reader #the maze runner #one shot #tmr #fluff #pure fluff

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seosracha · 6 days

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Hi again! Now that ik you do song based fics, i must share my idea with you cause i love your writing!. I was wondering if you'd do a fic for ZB1 Hanbin or Zhang Hao (whichever you think fits this best!) based on the song "like you want me to" by Lyn Lapid where reader believes they deserve someone better than them! <3

୨୧⸻ like you want me to - SUNG HANBIN

genre: angst NOTHING MORE😂🔥🙏 , oneshot

pairing: sung hanbin x gn!reader

wc: 0.6k

authors note: hi nonnie I just want to tell you IM OBSSESED with this song now and also sorry for being lazy and not doing this req 😆😆 anyways requests are open if anyones interested!!!

You’ve been dating Sung Hanbin for around 8 months now.

He was everything you ever wanted in a man; kind, caring and wasn't afraid to show his love for you. He was also gorgeous, a smile always decorated his face so perfectly, never allowing you to stay mad at him for long periods of time. He touched your mind and heart so beautifully and delicately.

That's how he always was. At least at the beginning. He'd be so proud to show you off to his friends, not afraid of being bullied by them for it. He'd take you out practically everyday, glad to even have the oppurtunity to be near you.

And even as embarassing as it was to admit, Hanbin was your every first. You had never been the one to initate romantic interctions with people, and he was the one who truly showed you what it means to love someone deeply.

So it was hard to accept the fact that he no longer was the Hanbin you fell in love with.

You wished you could go back to the moment he changed. You kept blaming yourself for it, wondering where you went wrong, why was it never enough. If only you knew the exact thing, the exact day when the switch flipped inside of him, maybe you could find a way to fix it all.

You gave him the world, and would give him more if you ever could. Some part of you didn't want to accept the fact that you did deserve better, because the short moments when you’d see the old Hanbin peek through his new persona, kept you in place.

Maybe he had noticed, trying desperately to keep you around, but it was all so fake. It was all so incredibly fake, cause it'd never last.

And you never wanted to ruin the one afternoon you’d occasionally have together, bringing up issues in the midst of a moment you so rarely were a witness of. He’d show up at your house, and even though you knew you shouldn’t come out, thinking that maybe he’d finally understand, still, somehow your heart found a way to open that door.

You knew you were hurting yourself by doing this. You knew that the longer you continued lying to yourself, the harder it would get to let him go. You needed much more than he could possibly offer you, and yet still you found yourself opening that door, replying to that message, and answering that call.

Your friend had told you she had seen him with someone else last Wednesday.

You should’ve realized you needed someone better a long time ago.

How come it took so much fights, lies and harsh words for you to finally realize your worth.

And even though Hanbin was practically perfect, you knew deep deep down that even with a spark, it doesn’t mean it’s gonna light.

You loved learning knew things, absorbing new knowledge, and the one thing you learned so quickly was how to love him.

So you hated the fact that'd you'd never learn how to stop.

You may have loved Hanbin, but he’d never want you like you wanted him to.

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Just and idea maybe you can elaborate on, imagine you and Joe broke up over idk what but he’s coming over to your apartment for his stuff and you do revenge makeup/outfit.One thing leads to another you end up in bed together and while he’s thinking things have gone back to normal and he’s taken back at the end you get yourself together hand him his box and say bye leaving him a little shocked

I'm not good at angst but I will give it a go, maybe it's time to break some hearts if it's good enough!!

Tysm for your request 💛 Under 18's DNI.

Word Count: 3k

Tagging the people that replied to my post: @itsfreakingbats @lma1986 @shawnamae87 @whoscamila @josephfakingquinn @joequinnisgod

It's true, everything had gone to shit since the day you and Joe ended things. It was all over a drunken kiss he'd had which spread like wildfire across the internet which you caught wind of pretty quickly. He admitted his wrongs when you'd asked and you told him you couldn't trust him, more or less down to the fact that he didn't tell you as soon as it'd happened. To which this broke your heart to have to see it the way you did, ending everything was hard because as much as it didn't seem that way; he was the greatest and best relationship you'd ever had.

It'd been a couple of weeks since Joe moved out of the flat you shared together, you'd felt sick to your stomach when you received contact from him for the first time since you broke up when he asked when he could come and collect the rest of his stuff. You'd arranged for him to come over this afternoon with every intention of not being there when he did so it hurt less and then just to lock the door behind him and repost the key through the letterbox. Yet something inside of you screamed for you to be there, to see his face when you opened the door, to muster the fakest smile to show him that you were ok. You were not.

You decided after pondering on whether to stay looking like you'd been dragged through a hedge backwards or whether you should make yourself look good, a show him what he's missing type of look. Going with the second option was a moment of spite on your part, but it'd feel good to see his jaw drop when you were up on your high horse. Sliding into your favourite jeans, a meshy long sleeved top which was highly revealing to the black bra underneath, you curled your hair and put on minimal to enough make up, spritzing yourself with your favourite perfume to finish the completed look, there was a knock at the door shortly after.

The entirety of your organs felt like they were going to regurgitate out of your mouth when you heard the sound coming from the front door. Your eyes immediately watering, your heart racing and a vile sense of nausea punching it's way through your stomach. You thought for a second if it was a good idea to just pretend you weren't in and have him come back another day, but then who'd see how good you'd made yourself look for nothing; putting on a brave face you sauntered to the door, unlocked it and swung it open.

"Hi oh-" Joe paused, scanning you up and down, a bag firmly clutched in his hands which he'd brought to collect his stuff.

"Hello." You bluntly replied, watching his eyes practically undress you.

"You look-" He sighed.

"I look?" You tilted your head to the side, folding your arms to bring attention to your revealing chest.

"Beautiful." Joe's eyes immediately fell to the ground and in that very second you just wanted to wrap your arms around him and cry. But you weren't letting go of what he'd done to ruin what you had and you had to remember that he was unfortunately still the one in the wrong and it was time to move on.

"Your stuffs on the sofa in a box, I got it all ready for you." You'd not given him entirely everything that belonged to him in the flat, you'd hid one of his sweaters in the back of your wardrobe for safe keeping; you know for if you ever missed him then at least you had somewhat of a piece of him to cuddle late at night. Eventually you hoped that feeling would be gone and you could just burn it, but it was still early days and seeing him right now was a contributing factor that you were not ready to get over this man.

"Oh, thank you." You gestured for him to come through and he walked by you, looking around the flat, chasing all the memories that flooded the walls of times you'd shared together.

"Looks good in here, you cleaned it up nicely." Joe's eyes were firmly back on you, the sparkle in them gleamed from the water cursing his eye lids.

"Yeah I-"

"I miss you." Joe interrupted abruptly, he just had to throw that one statement in there to get you sweating and oh boy did it.

"You made the choice to do what you did." You were seething, why in the world would he mutter those 3 delicate words at you that now have you wanting the ground to swallow you up.

"And I regret it everyday. Can't you just give me one more chance Y/N? I can't be without you. I'm not doing good, I'm not happy. I'm in a dark place without you by my side and I need you." Sniffles sounded from Joe's nose as tears finally made their way down his cheeks.

You stepped up to take a look at him, scanning him just as he had you, he did in fact look like shit, he'd grown his beard out, not taken care of his messy curls, looking like he'd just gotten out of bed. It was 3pm and this wasn't like Joe to look so out of it. Maybe he really did regret it, but was it a mistake? Or was it purely a purposeful need to kiss somebody else because he wanted to. You'll never know the truth because you weren't there when it happened, but you know it did so that was enough for you.

"Prove it." Joe's eyes grew, the chocolatey gaze which normally looked so warm and welcoming was darker than usual, two black hole's of doubt and misery stood before you.

Joe cupped your cheek with his hand, bringing his lips down to kiss you delicately, slowly and quickly, enough to pull back just so that he could test the waters to see if that's what you meant. You were heading into dangerous territory kissing him back, especially when he pulled away and you reached up immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to gain a deeper contact.

Joe's arms wrapped around the small of your back, pressing you against him, not letting go of what once was his, claiming what he could to try and make it all better. Your mind was running in circles, ten to the dozen trying to fathom why you were stood in the middle of your living room making out with your ex boyfriend, but your words had misconstrued the situation and had developed into something that should probably not have happened. But your evil and wicked broken heart was now searching for something further, something to break him, something to give him a taste of his own medicine. Would that make you the worse person? maybe, but you didn't particularly care.

You were brought back down to reality when his tongue made it's way into your mouth, gasping for air you quickly embraced the feeling of his muscle writhing around yours. The familiar feeling of his erection pressing up against your thigh was a welcomed one and the pit of your stomach was no longer feeling sick, but ridiculously turned on, bolts of electricity were being sent to your core and you were relishing the pleasantness of it; purely because you'd not felt this good about yourself or anything else in weeks. You pulled away, a breathless mess, panting inches away from his lips as Joe took a large unsatisfactory gulp of nerves.

"Is- is that what you meant?" Joe whispered.

You nodded slowly, not even registering that your head was moving without your body telling you too. Taking a hold of his hand and leading him to the sofa, pushing him down so he fell flat onto it, you climbed onto him, straddling his thighs, rubbing your hands up and down his chest and taking a heavy sigh before leaning over to his ear and replying "fuck me like it's the last time."

You didn't even get to the last word before Joe flipped you to lay down on the sofa, picking you up and putting you down like you were a rag doll, launching you right where he wanted you, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder abandoned and unwanted. Your body writhed as you felt his hands feel every ounce of naked skin touch you so beautifully, so careful to observe every part of you that was within his sights.

Joe moved himself into position between your spread legs, licking a stripe up your pretty panties before his eyes shot up to witness the whimper falling out of your mouth. "Yeah baby, is this what you want?" Baby. That word made you instantly feel sick again, but you quickly wavered it off with a nod and a small mhm to answer his question.

Pulling your underwear to the side, Joe dug in, not wasting a second in tasting your cunt, sucking rapidly against your swelling clit, spitting onto your hole so that he could gain better access to shove two fingers inside of you, flickering his tongue against the part of you aching most, kissing his soft lips against it, his free hand gripped to your thigh making small indents into your skin, keeping you in place, holding you like his life depended on it.

"Yes oh my god Joe- just like that." You arched your back, everything about what you were doing was so wrong but felt so right and he loathed the fact you were into it, pushing his face in deeper when your hands came down to tighten against his hair, rocking your hips over and over to create a rhythm that was pushing you further and further to the brink of release. His finger's felt so good inside of you, hitting all the right spots and pushing against your walls so skilfully, curling up just to where you liked it, hitting your sweet spot. Joe knew you inside and out, he knew what you craved and he knew what you weren't so fussed on and that was the irritating notion that you held deep inside of you, the fact he still had this hold on you.

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, you saw stars, you had flashbacks of all the times you and Joe and shared intimate moments like this, tears sprouted out of your eyes, every emotion that was both beautiful and sinister was revealed. Your body jolted through the release, giving you a sense of fulfilment but also a disgusting realisation that this would never happen again.

Joe got up, wiping his mouth, his eyes magnetised to yours, watching the way you looked both happy and sad.

"You always tasted so beautiful too." Joe cooed lowly.

You bit your lip, washing away as quick as you could the deflated feeling as a way of getting Joe to continue his actions. Joe stood up before you, unbuttoning his trousers, taking down his boxers with them and letting them fall to the ground. Removing his creased up t-shirt and bringing himself back to his previous position, he cages himself above you, leaning on one elbow, you look down to watch his hand jerk his cock a couple of times, bringing your sights back up to see his features that are burning with desire.

"Fuck me Joe, hard." You almost say it like it's an order and Joe immediately complies. He pushes every inch inside of you, not even waiting to adjust before he thrusts at an erratic pace. His hips slam down on to you, his balls slap against your ass. Moans are flying in every single direction from the both of you. Your slick and his saliva from previously eating you out like a ravenous animal helped quicken the pace, he was railing you like he didn't care, like he hated you, giving you everything he could. He knew he wasn't going to last long from the way he was going, but he'd savour every second.

"You take me so well love, you always have. Oh my-" Joe screeched an exhale, lifting himself and pulling your legs to his shoulders, his hands gripping against your legs as he took a few more intense thrusts against you. Your hand fell to your clit, rubbing it in fast circular motions, wanting nothing more than to feel that release just one last time. Joe's eyes watched your movements and his head instantly fell back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his mouth dropping open so wide it could of caught flies.

"Shit, yes. You're so tight." Joe managed, bringing himself back down and kissing your neck, his tongue tingled from your perfume, the scent firmly moulded into his muscle and seeping into his taste buds. "Fuck I'm gonna-" You came in unison, milking him for all he was worth whilst your slick dripped out onto the sofa, he fell on top of you, his lungs burning for oxygen.

"Joe, you're crushing me." You uttered out loud, you were enjoying the weight of him on you, not wanting it to end but seemingly the deed was done and what was left?

"S-sorry." Joe pulled out and immediately took himself the few steps to the bathroom to clean up before coming out and getting dressed. You were already sat back up right on the sofa, fully clothed when he got back to you.

Joe eyed the box of his stuff that he'd not previously spotted, the reality of what he'd actually came for dawned upon him. He sat by your side, staring at you intently whilst you kept your eyes to your twiddling thumbs.

"That was amazing." Joe said.

"Yeah it was." You replied, you couldn't deny the fact. It shouldn't of happened, but your mother taught you that everything happens for a reason and this was revenge wasn't it? This was to get back at him, to crush him just as he had you.

"Surely this meant something, surely this isn't-"

"That was the last time." You continued to stare to the floor, but your peripheral vision could witness everything that Joe's emotions showed. His eyes grew cold, his body stiffened, his hand in mid air which had just gone to place itself on top of yours stood still.

"It can't be, our connection it's too strong, you know it is. Please I'm begging you, take me back, I can't live without you baby." Joe came back to life, previously feeling paralyzed to your words, his hand rested on top of yours and you immediately shook him off.

"It's over Joe, get your stuff and go." What a coward, what an idiot you were. Fucking your ex and then letting him off like that. Your intentions were thorough and you'd stuck to your guns which you were proud of, but you could almost pin point the moment you heard Joe's heart smash into smithereens.

"I can't-"

"I said, go." You looked up as Joe stood up to grab the box, not taking a second look back at you as he left his key on the coffee table as you asked, swiftly exiting and leaving you alone.

Why was your heart so full of regret? Why didn't you tell him not to go and to prove himself further? You knew yourself there was no getting over him anytime soon and doing what you'd done had just made it worse. You grabbed your phone, looking at the name in his contacts through fogged up lenses, you couldn't see shit for the tears which eluded your vision. You fell to the floor, shaking and cold, a mess. Right back where you started. You clicked the call button all of 15 minutes after, to which you were brought to an even more shocking detail when the phone didn't even ring, it instead beeped and cut the call off. Joe had blocked your number, he had done you a favour, stopping himself from being tempted to contact you. You'd truly lost him just as he'd lost you. But why did it hurt so bad?

Because you loved him, you always would.

#joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn angst #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n

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pinkiepie20000 · 3 months

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Tje amount of men I see on this app making Arlecchino into their submissive waifu or whatever is genuinely baffling like PLEASE look at this woman and tell me she's not a lesbian. I'm SICK and TIRED 💔‼️‼️

Arlecchino kisses women end of discussion 🫶

you are literally so right 😔😔 nit only does she kiss women, she kisses ME. that woman looks like she makes the look of disappointment that your mom gives you in the store after yoh start actin up. like how can anyone look at her and go "heh.. yeah.. that's my little soft uwu waifu rught there 🤓!" like does she not kill people... is she not called insane by other harbingers.... like wdym "she definitely gives the best head!" if she were to give you head it'd be the decapitated head of your grandpa?? like im SICK and TIRED. of seeinv people mischaracterize EVERY SINGLE ONE of the female characters in ANY anime, game, or literally anything?? like raiden, even if she does pull a swordnout from her tits, i still think its pretty weird people call her booba sword like SHUT UPPPP your parents DONT love you AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!! like her lore is something i love considering how it is and the fact people ignore the fact the raiden ei hadn't seen the world jn over 500 years, so obviously everything is going to be different, so of course she'd be oblivious to the current world, they make her seem like some clueless waifu or some shit, and i hate the word waifu because of these people, like why not just say wife? do you have to say waifu? do you have to be weird? theres so many characters they always water down and i dont get why?

like eula, she's a genuine knight, she technically kills people, and she has a deep history with her familys past, so i just wished people would focus on what the characters good traits are, like not their boobs, ass, thighs, or basically all of that, j wish they could focus on how her childhood was and how it lead her to be the way she is now? people hate her because of her family

and shenhe too, she's actually really good lore wise. i think the fact the only thing holding her back from slaughtering someone are those red ropes is really cool, and the fact her dad treated her like that and how he thought she was curse or something, but NOOOOOO. FAN SERVICE. it ruins everything.

i could go on abt this and i WILL.

not only them, lisa too, the fact her vision is fake and she doesn't even get to live her full life is cool? like wtf?

CLORINIDE OR WTV. isnt she like a cop or smt idk but either way its crazy how she actually does a lot of near death shit and people still think she's not who she is

nit only is that an issue with women, its an issue with men too.

most of the time its ALWAYS. sterotypes, like big men, they get turned into these big, possessive, sex hungry dudes when in reality its fucking NEUVILLETTE. like no he wouldn't make you ride it till gr back breaks hed braid yr hair or some shit then go talk with melusines or wtv? same with wriothesley, hes a cool guy, he owns a prison and hes nice to the prisoners

i sound like a fucking nerd rn wtf

#genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #gender denier #im a faggot #diluc pegger #i need to stop #whoops #😢

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art-but-only-sometimes · 5 months

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How your character might react to the sdve bachelors and bachelorettes after they wake up after having a nightmare(s)

just to make sure this is clear this headcanon list is about the farmer (you/ your character) being awoken after the bachelors/ bachelorettes have a nightmare/ nightmares

Spoliers: Victor, Spohia, Olivia Warnings: mentions of death and war-related nightmares/trauma (possibly)

Batchelor's:

Lance: With working with the Stardew Valley Guild and the First Slash as well it probably does have its unfortunate share of dangerous and scary things. Some of them even make their way into his memories and dreams. There have been a few nights out of the year when he stayed and your house or he stayed at yours. (or maybe you started at the first slash guild hall like you do for his 10 heart event.) When you feel Lance stir in his sleep or completely sit up straight in bed. You can't help but worry and be a bit surprised when it happens. If you don't wake up Lance tries to go back to sleep without you knowing. He doesn't want you to ever see him as weak. Or ruin that image of someone who is very confident that he's worked hard to build. However, if you do catch him waking from a nightmare, he'd be a bit surprised and sorry he woke you up. He might want to talk about it or he might not, depending on the subject of the nightmare. But I don't think he'd be opposed to you hugging him and telling him it'd be alright. Staying up with him and talking about it or something else entirely. Eventually when he feels like going back to bed and trying to get some sleep before you both have to wake up early like you both always do.

Victor: Like his mother Victor had escaped a war back in The Grotto Empire. So that would come with an unfortunate amount of nightmares. That and not being able to find a job or thinking about what could have possibly happened to his cat can sneak up on Victor from time to time. He doesn't seem like the kind to jerk up out of bed Myabe a gasp or sitting up halfway. If you were awakened by Victor's sudden stirring in his sleep he'd be a bit surprised and also apologize for waking you up. He'd try to hide it at first but confess a bit that he's had a nightmare. Trying to blow it off at first that it wasn't that bad and it wasn't something that you need to worry about. But if you press a little bit he might cave and tell you, not everything but enough that he'd be comfortable with. He'd talk about it in a quiet tone as you listened. Not looking directly at you, you might have a hand on his shoulder or on his hand. Moving your thumb ever so slightly back and forth, trying to calm him.

Rasmodius: Being the protector of the valley comes with its own stresses and sometimes they get to him in his dreams. While Rasmodius is a very confident and assured wizard in his nightmares he dreams about what would happen if the magic shields protect the valley fail. If the amount of monsters in the mines grows in uncontrollable sizes, despite knowing that scenario is unlikely (but still terrifying), or if you of all people go into the mines and don't come back out. Those things haunt him despite himself trying to assure himself with facts and logic that it won't. One night though he may stir from his sleep from a particularly bad nightmare. He isn't used to someone being there at night, certainly not sleeping next to him. In the past, he might have used work to distract him from the nightmares he'd had. But now with you, he has someone new. But if may take some convincing to get Magnus to stay in bed with you. He may not want to talk about it or he hasn't had anyone to talk to about nightmares or things that bother/scare him in a very long time. But if he does you two talk about it for a while in a hushed tone. Maybe holding hands if Magnus wants to and slowly drift back to sleep.

Batchelorette's: Sophia: I think that Sophia has nightmares it would be about the day she lost her parents or possibly about losing you. The day she lost both her parents was the worst day of her life and as much as she's tried to move on with her life, with therapy, medication, regular doctor's visits, etc. it's still something she does have nightmares about from time to time. If you're awoken by her suddenly moving. I feel like if she tried to hide it she wouldn't do a very good job. Trying to say it through tears but eventually gave in and gave you a big hug. She'd try and explain what her nightmare was through tears but not get it out as clearly as she'd want it. You'd hold onto her and say that everything is ok. That you're here and you're not going anywhere and that everything will be alright. Maybe rubbing her back or brushing your fingers through her hair.

Olivia: Olivia, along with her son Victor, came from the wartorn Grotto Empire. That alone has its own set of fears and nightmares. If she had any nightmares ever it'd most likely be something like that. She'd also lost her husband due to that war. Olivia is a pretty quiet sleeper I imagine so her making movement in the night doesn't happen that often. She'd try to hide it if she woke you up by accident. It may take a conversation for her to admit she's had a nightmare as well as whether or not she's shaken by it. She knows she's far from any conflict but still, assuring her that she is safe and nothing's going to hurt her definitely is reassuring enough to calm her nerves. Maybe even enough for you two to go back to bed and fall asleep.

Claire: Clare has the kind of nightmares of her being at Joja ( or if you finished the community center then being back at Joja). Endlessly scanning, endlessly working. Never getting a break, never relaxing. Morris hovering over her constantly telling her what to do and how it isn't good enough. She doesn't outright scream when she wakes up from a nightmare but I feel like she does gasp. Sometimes she tries to go back to sleep but other nights she sometimes wakes you. She might talk about her dream and you'd stay awake and listen. Thinking about how you used to work for Joja and how much you didn't like it. How familiar it seems to you. But you both eventually do fall back to sleep, close together or in each other's arms.

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unadulterated-syd · 2 years

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Warnings: Mention of death, nothing heavy. Prison-Carl and reader. Un-edited

Synopsis; Just some fluff. I wish Carl was my best friend irl, so I write instead.

A/n: Sorry for so much Carl writing he's just comfort rn so. :) <3

What was the point? It breaks out. Things change. Your mom was gone, your father barely alive by now, a war created for no reason. A fight you wished would've ended before it began. But it didn't.

Life wasn't that easy, especially not now. All you needed to do was stay close to those who meant anything to you.

But you hadn't realized how broken this could leave you. When you'd watched him take your fathers life before you, all you could do was sob. It was loss, after loss. You couldn't bare another one.

But as the prison was ruined you were separated with Rick, and Carl. You being the one to find Judiths empty babyseat. Their reactions only made it all more surreal. This was the end, wasn't it.

Rick was badly injured, which led you all in a hurry to scramble for a secure place. Carl was angry, that much was rather obvious. Rick was defeated, you knew he blamed himself.

Sometimes it felt like he gave up on himself, that's why Carl resented him so much. Rick gave up, and Carl was left to build himself back up without his dad. You got both sides, really.

You settled in, you and Carl clearing the place after convincing Rick to rest. You'd been fortunate to find a small first aid kit, which you'd given to him.

And, after barricading everything the three of you decided resting was best, Rick sleeping on the couch after lots of convincing, whilst you and Carl sat on the floor in front of it.

You could feel his eyes on you, you didn't want to talk about your dad, and he didn't want to talk about Judith. But, you both knew it was healthy to. And you'd rather it'd be between the two of you, than someone else.

You and Carl had gotten along well, really well in fact. The two of you were close friends by now, you both being close to the same age, and having similar experiences by now.

You'd been lucky to be sheltered, but you'd been the only one to tell your sisters and dad that the walkers needed put down. You knew that biters were no longer the people they once were, you couldn't be in denial if it was something that could kill you.

But, you'd both lost your moms, though you'd argue Carl's experience must've been horrifically different. Your dads both put everyone before them, it was something you both struggled with. You were similar. He got you, and you got him.

You sighed, looking at Rick, who was fast asleep now. You then, turned to face Carl, meeting his eyes. "Are you okay?" You felt your face falter as you asked the question.

"No. But you aren't either." He said shrugging, looking you up and down, before looking at his hands, folded in between his bent knees. "Do you think everyone's okay?"

You looked at his hands, "No. But I hope they are. My dad would've told me to pray now." You laughed weakly, Carl smiling at that. "I guess you aren't going to then?"

"God, no." You smiled, it fading as you thought about Maggie and Beth. You hoped they were okay, them and Judith, and Glenn and Daryl, and everyone. Your family.

"Yeah, I never really believed in that stuff." He shrugged. "Me neither, definitely not now." You continued, looking away from his hands. "Even if god was real, he'd owe us an apology now." He nodded, "Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He looked at you again, continuing on your previous conversation. "About my dad? No. Maybe. I don't know." You sighed, looking at him to see a smile on his face. "What?"

"You're weird, that's all. " He said, shrugging, before slumping down more, pushing Rick's hat further down over his face. "We should probably sleep. We can be boring tomorrow." He joked.

"Yeah, alright." You sat up a bit, leaning your back against the couch as you found a comfortable spot to sleep. Finally, your stirring slowed down and you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up to sunlight hitting your face, the most blissful way you'd awoken since the beginning of all this. You looked to your side, seeing Carl and Rick still fast asleep.

You quietly got up, careful not to disturb them as you did so. You made your way through the backdoor, moving the furniture from it before doing so. You shut the door carefully, walking to the steps as you sat down on them. You enjoyed mornings, you couldn't believe you used to sleep through them so often.

Time only began to matter when you couldn't tell it, it only mattered when life was barely livable. You recalled a lot of things you'd always taken for granted, including your dad. He had been such a great soul, if only evil had refrained from taking him.

His kindness would be the death of him, really. And that's what made you regret the people you walked the planet with. There was only so much good left, and you were just glad to be with some of that good.

You heard rustling in the house, you quickly moved your hand to your thigh, pulling your knife from its holder before standing up. You opened the door, quickly worried for Rick and Carl. But, as soon as you opened the door you found yourself staring down the barrel of a gun.

"Y/n?" Carl sighed, putting his gun down. "Carl, what the hell?" You whisper shouted at him as you put your knife away, giving him time to slip out the backdoor and shut it back. "I woke up and you were gone, I was just trying to find you."

He slid his gun back in its holster, before looking back at you, "What are you doing out here anyway?" He pushed his hat down slightly, so he could see through the sunlight. "It was just nice out, sorry I scared you."

"I was going to go search for food and stuff, you wanna come?" He looked at you, as he began walking down the porch steps. "Yeah, is your dad up?" "No."

You followed him around, both of you going through little obstacles here and there, but overall living to tell the tale. Your day ended on a roof, with a huge can of pudding.

"Beth would've killed us if she saw us up here." Carl grinned, looking at you as he ate a spoonful of pudding. "Oh my god we'd never hear the end of it." You agreed, chuckling at him.

"I know.. this all sucks and everything, but, I mean. I'm glad we met, Carl. You make it more.. worth it I guess?" You looked out over the other houses, hoping it didn't become awkward. "Me too. I mean, but you." He smiled, "Don't get too sappy, we have like.. a lot more pudding."

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harcove · 2 years

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Okay, hear me out.

After you and Billy has an argument over god knows, your crying on the couch whilst Billy had gone out to get some air. It’s his cooling down mechanism but you are too so he feels like even more shit for leaving you behind upset so every time he will without a doubt come home with flowers. Sometimes it might be one or the next it will be a bouquet but he always walks through the door maybe an hour later with a saddened look to see you so crushed.

He’ll put the flowers on a table or on the floor and sit at your feet, no words shared as his thumbs swipe away the tears, gentle eyes that was only given to you staring into your soul as he takes your hands next to kiss with such delicacy. He’s got a heavy touch so it feels like he’s grabbing you almost but it all gets made up for with his soft plump lips that he cares for with chapstick you give him every few months when he’s run out.

If you guys haven’t had dinner yet after your both calm, he’ll cook before going to bed with you in his arms. Though if you hadn’t forgiven him, he’s still at his knees for you, showering you and pampering you the rest of the night but if even that wasn’t enough; he’ll sleep on the couch till morning and make you breakfast in bed. He loves you a lot and shouting at you hurts even more than when his dad used to. He doesn’t want his girl feeling scared of him so if he has to carry you like one of them royals on a bed, he will do it.

Hope your feeling well, Lovely. <3

a/n: Okay so sorry this took so long; I write so slow and I've been writing multiple things but this was so cute I LOVE the idea of it sm. I wanted to do like every single thing in there, but I couldn't cause it'd be wayyyy too long and idk how many people wanna read that, and also just, I'd be making contradictions in the story asdfghjkl. I hope you're feeling well too bby! <3

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Text-heavy; not a lot of dialogue, mentions of arguments/yelling, trauma-related emotions, maybe OOC Billy? abuse mention

Pink Roses - B.H.

The moment Billy walked out the door, he regretted it.

He regretted fighting with you, he regretted the yelling and the words the both of you would hurl at one another in your anger. He regretted that he'd hurt you, knowingly too.

He regretted being like his father.

You always insisted he wasn't his father. He was Billy Hargrove, not Neil Hargrove. But sometimes, when things got hard, or when he was alone with too many thoughts, he'd find himself feeling like the man who made his life miserable before he'd met you.

Billy never hit you. He could never even imagine doing that. The closest he'd come to ever hurting you was grabbing your wrist, and he was stronger than he realized- it's what he got for weight lifting. And his bodies instinctual response to fight and defend. He needed to really pay attention to how heavy his hand was, even in moments of love. It was never intentional.

But he tortured himself. He told himself that maybe that was who he really was and he was just trying to hide it; that really, he was an abuser like his father, and that he would only ruin you. Like how his father ruined his mother, ruined him, ruined everything he ever touched.

As guilty as he felt leaving you in the house, the small home you two had gotten in Hawkins (as much as he wanted to go to California or something, the two of you were still young and Max was still here, still a teen), most definitely crying, alone, he wouldn't go back just yet. He knew better than that at this point.

Years together, being away from his father, you, surviving Starcourt, it all helped. It gave him the chance to work on himself without the heavy hand of a parent that despised him. Almost dying, not being able to control himself and his actions quite literally, everything, it made him think.

But he still struggled. An entire life thus far of abuse and abandonment wasn't something that could easily be undone. In fact, it was likely that even with time and change, there would still be parts of him that would peak through. Parts of him that would never trust properly, or would retain fear and anger in horrible ways.

So he knew, right now, he needed air. Even with regret, his blood was still pumping fast. He still felt the remnants of anger and adrenaline from the yelling match the two of you had just had. So staying away for now was better than walking back in. Even if he wanted to.

You always told him that was progress: the acknowledgement and realisation that his emotions were dangerous, and the willingness to separate himself for his own good and others.

He always just said it would be better if it never happened at all.

The cool air was a balm to his burning blood. The way it whipped around his Camaro as he drove aimlessly made him feel better. It quieted his thoughts and allowed him to breathe. The radio played a song, one he didn't really have any particular feelings for, but it was better than empty silence.

When the driving fast (something he knew you'd get angry at him for) and the loud music from his radio (if you were there right now, you'd be singing with it just as loud) ran it's course and he no longer felt as angry, or angry at all, he pulled his car into a strip of small stores.

He didn't even bother to turn his car off, leaving it on but locked as he entered one of the small stores. They sold various things inside, but the item he came for was the flowers; they always had so many different ones and you always mentioned how beautiful they were.

It felt juvenile as he picked out flowers. He knew nothing of the 'language of flowers' but he remembered Max mentioning that pink roses are a symbol of apology; asking for forgiveness and to show gratitude, appreciation.

And Max only knew that because Lucas had gotten them for her, on more than one occasion. Billy always knew when Max and Lucas had a fight, or broke up (again, god, he keeps asking her why she keeps going back if they've broken up at least six times already, she says he 'wouldn't get it,') he would see pink roses in the house when he still lived there.

He had gotten sick of the colour pink.

But now it wasn't so annoying to look at, not when he looked at the pink roses and thought to himself- thought about you and whatever it was you argued about. He couldn't even really pinpoint the exact reason for whatever triggered the argument, which made it all the more silly. He looked at the roses in his passenger seat where you always sat, driving back home to you.

He couldn't be sick of the colour pink. Not when it's meaning in those flowers was something he felt. He loved you, and he was thankful for you. Always sorry after a fight. It would always be you, no one else was meant for him like you were- no amount of arguments or sullied words could change the fact that it would always be you.

He understood Max more than she knew. More than he realised too.

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Inside the small house, you lay curled up on the couch. It smells like him. Everything in the damn house smells like him; his cologne, cigarettes (he tried to smoke outside most of the time but it wasn't always) and it only made your eyes water once again.

You regret it the moment he walks out the door, slamming it shut behind him. You regret the volume of your voice and the words you spoke. You regret letting him walk out.

But you also respected that he did so. It could've easily went differently. His measuring of his own emotions, allowing him to remove himself from the situation; that was something more new.

You couldn't look at him and not say he made progress everyday.

Whatever the argument had been lost on you the moment you fall onto the couch in tears. Hagard breathes from anger and adrenaline. Angry tears become sad ones, lonely ones. And you just wish he was there. Even if you're mad.

Only Billy Hargrove knows how to make you this upset, and only Billy Hargrove knows how to make you feel better.

It's the double edged sword of being so close to someone; so close to him. You know each others flaws, you know their weak spots and the words to use to dig in deep- but you also know the words to make them feel better, the touch to comfort them and calm them down.

It's so contradictory. Your body and mind are angry with him, but at the same time, they want him there, to make you feel better.

It takes time for him to come back. However long had passed, you aren't sure, because the time blurs together as you lay on the couch, tears still spilling down your cheeks. You hate them because you can't control them and they just seem insistent on sticking around.

But you know it's late because the light isn't coming from the windows, and when he opens the front door, maybe a bit gingerly, you hear crickets, and no cars.

You hear his heavy steps; booted feet hitting the faded hardwood floor. Parts of you flood with relief now that he's back. The house feels fuller once more, but all the same, there is a pain and anger in you. The metaphorical temperature is still cool in the house as the memories of an argument too intense for its own good linger.

You're not facing him, rather, facing the inside back cushions of the couch, one of your arms under your head like a makeshift pillow while the other rests curled up into your chest. You smell is cologne when he walks closer; stronger than it was on the furniture. Invading your senses.

The crinkling from the flowers Billy brought back with him interrupt dead silence; he places them on the floor beside the couch before he lowers himself onto the floor as well, back to you, just as you had yours to his, resting an arm on his propped up knee.

It stays quiet. There's nothing neither your nor him can find it in you to say. Words that should be said, words that want to be said, stay locked behind your tongues. Stuck in your throats.

If he was still angry, Billy might've walked in, and scoffed at the sight of you crying on the couch. He might've rolled his eyes and ignored you. But he wasn't angry anymore. And it was something that he had worked on.

He was only sad when he saw your body on the couch. He only felt heartbroken, and wanted to take back everything that happened. It was an emotion he was used to. Regret. But it was one he spent his entire life burying.

There hadn't been time to feel regret. Not when every action he made had been a response to the abuse he had experienced. Not when, in his life, he had only known the feeling of trying to survive in a world that seemed to be against him from the start. There was no place for regret then.

But now he was safer than he had been before. And he could feel regret for his actions; truly, deeply, feel them.

And hurting you, in any way, shape, or form, was something he regretted.

It was quiet. No noise save for the breathing from both of you. But eventually, the quiet breaks when he moves his body from where he sits at your feet, basically crawling his way to where your head sits. The sound of his leather jacket he had yet to take off evaded your senses as he brought himself closer.

You wanted to look at him. So you swallowed any embarrassment you felt for crying, or any lingering negative emotions and pettiness, and slowly maneuvered to turn over onto your other side.

His beautiful blue eyes met yours, and they looked sad. Your eyes could only fill with tears you had believed had dried up by now, but rather, they were waiting for something to trigger them again.

His larger hand, rings and all, reached up and he used his thumb to wipe the tears that built up from your eyes, barely giving them the chance to fall. He was heavy handed, as gentle as he tried to be, so the way he did it almost made you crack a sad smile. It was like he was getting ready to fight the tears away if he had to, like they were a physical opponent. It's as if he's grabbing your face more than wiping your tears away.

But you don't care, because it's him. It's absolutely, perfectly, Billy Hargrove. Heavy handed by nature, it is filled with emotion and care. He doesn't hurt you. And it feels like protection whenever he does touch you this way. You could fade away into his hands, you loved them so much. It made more tears fill your eyes. This man, you couldn't lose this man. And every time you argued you worried, maybe he won't come back.

He always did however.

His eyes look so gentle. Something that only you have ever gotten to experience. For Billy Hargrove was tough, he was angry in most things and empty eyes were an easy way to keep people at a distance. But you saw every emotion that no one else did.

Engulfing your hand with his own after he takes it, it feels tingly. Warm. He's always been like a personal heater (something you loved in the cold but hated in the summer because he would wrap himself around you and not let go till you cried uncle) and it feels good in those moments to have his hand holding yours. It feels like he's holding your hand more than you're holding his, grabbing it. It's his heavy touch.

His plump lips touch the skin on your knuckles softly. They're soft, and warm, and you can tell he's still using the chapstick you get him every few months. Because as much as you loved feeling his lips on your own, he was definitely just stealing the chapstick off your lips at that point and it was only fair if you could do the same.

"...'m sorry."

It's so quiet and muffled when he says it that you almost miss it. But you're so close and it's so quiet around you that you do hear it. Words are hard for him, words of remorse and apologies, it's always been hard. But he's saying it, he's trying.

The pink roses on the floor beside him finally catch your eye and you feel your chest fill with an overwhelming love and warmth.

"I'm sorry too," you respond, voice wobbly as you pull yourself closer to him while also pulling his head closer to you where you can rest your forehead against his own.

One of his hands comes up to cup the back of your neck, holding it with some pressure as his fingers touch your hair and he digs his fingers into it if he can.

"I'll do better."

You shake your head abruptly, almost horrified that he thinks he's not doing better or not doing good enough at this pace right now.

"No, you are doing better," you say firmly, looking into his eyes sternly, still glossy with tears, "I'll do better too."

"Guess we both have to do better," he says with a hint of humour. His smile, it's so beautiful. It is one of your most favourite sights in the entire world.

"I love you Billy."

He's silent at first, as he slightly pulls back from you. It doesn't matter how many times you say it to him, it's still sometimes surreal. Since he was a child and his mother left, no one told him they loved him. But you came into his life, and told him more than he thought he deserved.

"Is this a shit time to say I got flowers?" He's good at changing the subject. He's said he loves you before, but sometimes its overwhelming. Giving love to someone and it being given back tenfold, "Cause they were expensive and need water, or whatever."

You laugh. A small, but genuine laugh. You love this man, and you know you always will.

"They're beautiful; the Lucas and Max special? I'll put them in a vase if you go get dinner started- unless you ate when you left?" You say as you begin sitting up, Billy moving back and getting up himself, dropping a heavy kiss to your lips as he does so.

"Screw off," he responds with no malice, rolling his eyes playfully, "Max only gets one of these shits at a time from her boyfriend, I got you the whole bouquet. And no, I didn't."

"A real man," you jokingly say, plucking the bouquet that he had picked up when he stood up himself from his hands, you stand there for a moment looking at them. They smell amazing, and it's mixed with his scent. Smells like his car, like his cologne. They're beautiful. You almost get lost in them, "...thank you."

He's already going to your small open kitchen when you speak again, grabbing the singular glass that is tall enough for the flowers and putting it on the small table for you while he's also grabbing a pan.

"Don't tell Max, for Christ's sake," he bemoans, "I won't hear the end of that shit."

"Good thing I invited her for dinner tomorrow."

"What? Babe, come on..."

You don't offer him a response as you smile to yourself; he's sulking only a bit and mumbling to himself as he grabs things to start cooking. Things go quiet once more as you unwrap the flowers and cut off their thorns.

"...love you too."

Yeah. He was the only man you'd ever love.

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pendragon-writes · 1 year

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𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈

Batman x Teen!Son!Reader

Requested: Yes

Note: I decided to go with just the two of them doing 'normal' family stuff (Let's be honest tho anyone related or is a part of his family doesn't have normal lol) This turned into more of the whole family than just Batman but I hope you like it anon.

"Hey Bruce do you have the list?" you asked him as you pushed the cart. Today was Alfred's day off and as a result, someone had to go shopping with him since the others would've caused chaos Bruce entrusted you to help him out. "Yep," he responded, pulling his cap more down.

As much as you enjoyed non-vigilante tasks you hated the fact that you had to hide your faces just so that paparazzi wouldn't charge at you in any public spaces or the fact even though you were a teen people felt the right to try and harass you even more than they did with your older siblings.

“Great, what do we have first on the list?” Once he told you the list the both of you continued shopping for stuff, and while everything was going smoothly something just had to ruin it.

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“Oh my god is that who I think it is?” A civilian said pointing with her daughter at the both of you, this caused you to freeze up for a second before continuing what you were doing. Bruce noticed this but didn’t comment anything since he didn’t want to bring any more attention to the both of you. Before the lady could try to walk up to the both of you Bruce quickly moved you both in another direction resulting in her losing you both.

Once you finished both the shopping and putting the groceries in the car you sat in the shotgun, just as you were about to put some music on your headphones he stopped you. "How about you play some of those songs you like on here?" He asked. "Um, sure. Do you have anything in mind?" "Not at all, just whatever you want" he replied. You hummed in response and started playing I'll never smile again, this seemed to be of his liking because he nodded in approval and continued driving.

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"Hey, Bruce?" "Yeah?" "Can we go to batburger?" "Sure, make sure to call the others and see what they want and let Alfred know as well". You grinned at this and texted the group chat.

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[This Chaotic Family]

Me: Hey what do you guys want? Me and B-man are at BatBurger

Get me the Cheesy Bat Combo with a coke! :D :Blue-Bird

In that case, I'll just get my regular :Bucket Head

1 Sweet tea and a Bat Pounder thanks (N/n)! :Computer Legend

I don't mind whatever you get for me will do just fine Master (Y/N)

:Alfred The Wise

Whatever is good as long as it's vegan. :Lil Robin

A coffee and Big bat with fries :Wanna-be Detective

Me: Tim unless you've forgotten you've been banned from coffee for this week...

Fine no coffee just get me a sprite then :Wanna-be Detective

Me: Got it

Dr. Pepper and Bat Burger plz :Cass

Get me a Bat-LT with curly fries :D Oh and Duke wants the same!

:Purple Lady

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As you both finished ordering and dropping off the food you both got ready to go on patrol together, as you put on your mask you turned to Bruce who finished putting on his cowl. He nodded towards the Bat-mobile and you entered the passenger seat.

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You jumped from building to building using your grappling hook to get to the farther ones, Bruce was nearby but was doing his own patrol just like you. You finally landed next to him and waited for Oracle or someone to let one of you know of anything going down. While you'd normally get a bunch of people and places you needed to help it seemed tonight was less busy, and that was true for most of the patrol before you heard Batman himself talking to someone. You turned to him, leaned on the wall, and waited. After a little while, he responded. "On my way. Let's go"

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"You needed me, Gordon?" Batman asked. Gordon hadn't seen you yet and you wanted to see just how long it'd take. "Ah yes, thank you, Batman. We have a case that neither my detectives nor me myself can solve." He showed him a file that read as classified. "Arnold Wesker? what does he want?" You asked from behind. "AH! Oh, it's you, hey kid" Gordon responded. "And yeah it's him, says he wanted to speak to Batman himself, no idea why but he won't tell us". You sighed at this, as nice of a guy as he was his puppet was extremely annoying to deal with, even if they've been separated again they somehow always manage to get back together.

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While Batman was talking with Wesker you waited outside of the room and started tossing a coin left to right, the loud clinking noise caught some of the guards' attention. At first, they didn't say anything but after a while, one of them asked to try it and you tossed them it. Most of the guards failed but it seemed to brighten up their day slightly getting to try something new out. When the Bat himself returned he saw one of the guards attempt to pass the coin to the other side and fail miserably. When the guard noticed they slowly went to pick it up and apologized quietly.

Once that whole ordeal was done and the patrol was over you both got back to the manor and started getting ready for movie night. A common tradition in the manor and a welcomed one after Alfred suggested it as a way for all of you to spend quality time.

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"So what are we watching?" Damian asked as he petted Alfred, the cat. "I don't know isn't it Dicks turn to pick?" You responded, sitting next to Cass and passing her the popcorn, to which she smiled in gratitude. "Today, my children we are watching Master Chief!" Dick answered in a mock British accent. "Dude your accent sucks!" Jason laughed. Laughter and giggles filled the room with even Bruce himself laughing a bit at the accent.

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After a few episodes all of them were fast asleep, some on top of the others and others laying on their back, you laying your head on Bruce's shoulder. Alfred walked into the sight and smiled. He saw all of you as one of his own and seeing all of you relaxed and getting some rest brought him some joy. He covered each of you in blankets and took a picture of you all together.

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helly-watermelonsmellinfellon · 11 days

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So, I was on Twitter, and I saw one of the Genshin accounts talking about something that confused them. And it involved the topic that I'm actually very interested in.

We're both incredibly enamored with the fact that half of the overworld scenery in the game is a result of some god somewhere performing some kind of epic feat.

The Harr Islands(GAA) being Barbatos terraforming Mondstadt to clear the snow and ice.

Guyun Stone Forest being Morax pinning gods down with his spears so they can't threaten Liyue anymore.

Yashiori Island and Orobaxi's corpse being bisected clean through being Beelzebul's way of handling a 'threat' to Inazumans.

The Rainforest being Greater Lord Rukkhadevata trying to bring life back to the land Celestia ruined with a Divine Nail.

Dragonspine's perpetual Winter, Tsurumi's perpetual Fog(prior to the Traveler's interference), and Sumeru's desert being Celestia nuking civilizations supposedly to clear Abyssal corruption.

The Harvisptokhm in the Sumeru Desert being the efforts of 3 goddesses to hold off the infestation of Abyssal creatures during The Cataclysm.

The Eternal Oasis being King Deshret's attempt at preserving a resting place for the Goddess of Flowers.

Watatsumi Island existing at all being Orobaxi removing the odd growths he'd sprouted in the Dark Sea and using them to make an island for the people of Enkanomiya to live on up on the surface.

Enkanomiya's present circumstances being because of a massive war between 2 alien beings that both thought they should rule a planet neither owned.

The Chasm being the way it is because a golden chariot fell from the heavens and fucked everything up, followed afterward by a Divine Nail at some point.

And so this Twitter account was asking the question of why, if all these gods are capable of such massive feats of power, aren't the playable versions just as badass?

And it suddenly hit me.

Almost all of the gods were killed in the Archon War(as I think it was Celestia's way of culling the herd of potential threats). There are very few beings left behind who could pose enough of a threat for a god with such power to have to use it. Zhongli and Ei are literally pulling their punches every day because why would you summon the power to cut an island in half, or summon spears the size of mountains for a Treasure Hoarder whose chosen weapon is a shovel? And hell, even with humans using Delusions like the Fatui, they are literally no match. At all. It'd be overkill and a waste of energy.

Me also realizing that this is probably why playable gods/godly beings are so different from their lore versions. The Archons/Dragon Sovereigns should technically the best for their elements if you have them all C6'd, so them being strongest makes sense based on what each can do. But they're a far cry from what they 'used to be' compared to their lore selves in the story.

It almost feels like the day I learned that Mora being used to Ascend Weapons has actual lore implications because the power in it, from being created by the Geo Gnosis specifically, gave it special properties that let it change/enhance Weapons.

#genshin impact

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gotasenseivebeenbetrayed · 10 days

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The more I've had to sit with the album and think the more I've come to a few thoughts:

I definitely believe *most* of the songs are about multiple muses. Especially since she specifically mentioned that (was it the prologue? the acquired muses like bruises). I think it's also meant that way to throw off who the songs are about. Specifically, off the top of my head, I'm saying this for But Daddy I Love Him and I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can). On the surface they seem like they're about Matty and I do believe that might've been the initial muse but, once you really look back on her relationships it makes more sense it's about multiple. Fans have tried ruining many of her relationships, Harry was the first and Matty was the second main one. Then you have THAT side of the fanbase who hate every man she's ever been with because they aren't Karlie, Diana, or any woman for that matter. When Midnights came out, the Joe hate started a bit more and I think she's also referencing that because they were still together and she was still in denial.

As for ICFH. She does have a habit of dating men who are a bit problematic for various reasons. Jake and John were too old for her, but John was just a questionable man even if they had been closer in age. Then Harry, who was a "playboy". I honestly don't know much about who Calvin is/was so I'm not sure if he would fit in there too - obviously towards the end she realized he was an ass since he didn't want to give her credit for TIWYCF but, idk if he had some sort of reputation before that. She could also be referencing Joe because after so many years the fact he wouldn't settle down probably made her think "No, guys it's fine I'll fix him and he'll come around". And the obviously Matty.

For other songs, I think two things:

She purposefully referenced drugs and a few other things to make people think Matty as a bait and switch to protect Harry/Haylor.

Or since she does admit she was a bit manic and not thinking right, I think it's possible she did it on purpose to hurt Harry. There is/was always some sort of bad blood between Harry & Matty. Although I think it was more on Matty's side but, it's highly possible Harry was also a bit weary of Matty/Taylor and something happened between them and she spiraled, Matty love bombed her and I do believe they had probably hooked up at some point way back when and she was vulnerable and in a bad place after Joe and whatever happened with Harry and so she got with Matty as both an "eff you" to Harry and because she thought maybe Matty was better than everyone thought. Then after everything went to shit, maybe she tried reaching back oit to Harry or maybe nothing had happened between them and she genuinely thought giving Matty a shot was worth it and didn't think it'd hurt Harry and once they got together and after everything she tried reaching out to Harry, realized he was hurt over the Matty situation, they fought or she was still in a bad place to where she said "eff you" and wrote songs with the intention of "putting him in his place" because she knew fans would associate everything to Matty and it'd hurt Harry.

I definitely believe there's a lot of bait and switching. But I also believe she truly did think Matty was better than everyone thought so I believe some of the songs/lyrics are honest in her thinking that. I just don't know which ones. I alao believe a huge bait and switch is just the referencing drugs as a whole because people would automatically think Matty even though he's been very vocal about being clean and as someone who is a fan of The 1975 - it was very obvious to see the change in Matty - from when he was constantly on drugs to now being clean.

#haylor

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