#okay..but for real i know i’m biased but he looks SO GOOD IN IT

[celtic-crossbow]

Blood Ties Chapter 7

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Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore, vomiting, minor injury, confirmation of minor canonical character death

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The silence inside the truck was so uncomfortable that it teetered on the border of unbearable. Daryl hadn’t spoken a single word, not even when the caravan stopped to discuss forthcoming plans and you were invited to join. He didn’t have to speak. The intense glare that could have burned a hole through Rick’s head said everything his mouth didn’t.

You noticed Jacqui’s absence at once. There was an ache in your chest at her loss. She had been kind to you the few times you had interacted. You didn’t need an explanation. She had perished at the CDC. Whether or not it had been at Jenner’s hand was irrelevant. It had been his intent to trap you all there. In the end, it would still be blood on the doctor’s hands. 

“So, we’re all in agreement? Fort Benning?” The former sheriff met the eyes of everyone as they nodded. “Alright, that’s settled. I think we need to discuss our means of travel. We’ll burn a helluva lot of fuel taking so many vehicles. Any suggestions?”

Looks were exchanged, but Dale spoke up first. “I know the RV is by far the worst on the fuel but it does provide space and a means of shelter beyond what the others do. I’m probably biased but there it is.”

“No, I think as long as we can keep the RV running, it should stay.” Lori agreed with a nod and a hand on the older man’s shoulder. 

“Alright, okay.” Rick continued. “That still leaves four others.”

“We can ditch the van. Ride in the RV.” T-Dog offered quickly. 

“I can lose the Jeep and ride with you, Lori, and Carl.” Shane leaned against the vehicle in question and awaited a response. Rick shook his head almost immediately. 

“We’ll take Carol and Sophia, keep the kids together. You can go in the RV.” 

The first emotion that passed over the other officer’s face was sour, you noticed, but swiftly turned into a compliant smile and nod. You narrowed your eyes but held your tongue. Not your circus, not your monkeys.

“M’a take the bike.” Daryl stated matter-of-factly, not even waiting for input before he dropped the tailgate of the truck. “Ya help me with this?” He waved a hand toward the truck bed with a glance at T-Dog.

“That’s good, Daryl. Real good. Lori, Carol, the kids, and I in the Cherokee. Daryl and Y/N on the bike. The rest in–”

“Jus’ me.” The redneck interjected, not looking away from the task of unloading the bike. You didn’t need confirmation to know what he meant. 

“What?” Rick asked anyway.

“She can ride in the RV.” Daryl huffed. Rick raised his eyebrows but ended with shrugging a shoulder and moving on. 

You, however, continued staring at the archer. It wasn’t public knowledge that the baby was Daryl’s. Amidst the panic and confusion at the CDC, no one took notice of the exchanges between the two of you. You assumed he’d like to keep it that way. Assumptions were all you had to go on at the moment because the bastard was refusing to speak to you! Still, if he continued with the very obvious disdain toward you, he was going to give himself away.

“Y/N?”

“Huh?” You turned to find all other eyes on you. 

“Rick was asking if you’re okay being in the RV.” Lori was tilting her head, watching you with a look you didn’t really like. “Oh. Yeah, I’m fine wherever you want me.”

“Probably be more comfortable there.” Carol smiled that gentle smile of hers. “At some point, we’re gonna have to address the elephant in the room.” Shane’s tone was condescending. You curled your lip when he shifted to cross his arms and spit off to the side. His eyes remained on you, flickering down to your stomach and back up. You were starting to get the feeling he didn’t like you much.

Lucky for him, the feeling was mutual. “We’ve got time.” Lori interjected before you could even open your mouth. “One thing at a time. We need to find somewhere safe to stay first. Get off the road.” “She’s right.” Rick started grabbing the fuel cans and hoses to siphon the gas from the vehicles that were being left behind. The rest of the group scattered to move things and automobiles around, leaving you and Shane in a staring match. You wanted to smirk when he looked away first, granting you one last glance before disappearing around the RV.

“Anything I can do to help?” You walked up to the door of the RV as Dale stepped down. He gave you a sweet smile and traipsed out of your way, motioning to the inside. 

“You don’t need to be pulling and tugging at things. You just go on inside.” 

You snorted. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid. I can help.”

The older man was obviously torn but with a glance toward Andrea, he finally relented. Another story there, you supposed. “Maybe move some of the lighter bags and supplies from the other cars. They may have beat you to it, but that’s really all I know of that would be okay for you.” 

“Okay, I’ll check with Lori.” You smiled at him before he went about with whatever he was doing in preparation to leave. You really did appreciate his concern but you were new to the group. You had to show them that you could be an asset. It wouldn’t do for you to end up on your own with a baby on the way. You made it to the back corner of the RV before you felt eyes searing into the back of your head. Maybe Shane had seen the exchange with Dale. Glancing over your shoulder, you locked eyes with Daryl. This time, it was you who looked away first.

You had chosen to all but hide in the back of the RV, on the bed with a book that Dale had let you borrow. You weren’t really reading as much as you were listening to the exchanges between Andrea and Shane. He was showing her about maintaining a gun. When she mentioned her father, you felt a twinge of pain in your chest. 

The nausea had returned with a vengeance. Sips of water, you could handle with enough time in between. The constant rolling of your gut had you turning away from anything substantial. You knew you should eat. You needed to eat. Maybe when the next stop was made, you could ask about some crackers or something. 

Lost in your head, it wasn’t until you heard Dale’s distressed exclamation that you actually looked up, leaning out to be able to see what was going on from your hovel in the back room. 

“Oh jeez. Aw no. See a way through?” 

You tossed the book to the foot of the bed and swung your legs over the edge to get to your feet. Glenn was suggesting to turn around for a bypass but Dale quickly shot down the idea. 

“We can’t spare the fuel.”

“Jesus.” You whispered when you got your first glimpse of the disastrous cluster of cars and debris. As the RV idled, there was a pop and a white cloud drifted up in front of the windshield. “Shit.” You followed the others out the door, taking in the scene when you heard Daryl’s bike. The hunter weaved through the maze of vehicles and stopped in front of the RV. 

The others discussed options, a conversation you purposefully avoided. They were including you but having a say in things was a totally different matter. You didn’t feel like you were there yet. 

“There’s a whole bunch’a stuff we can find.” Daryl was right. The owners of the abandoned cars didn’t need the things they’d left behind in their panic. Except… not all of them had left. You could clearly see a corpse in the passenger side of a sedan. Was it a walker? Couldn’t be. It would have responded to the noise. 

“This is a graveyard. I don’t know how I feel about this.”

“I’m with Lori. It feels like…grave robbing.” While Lori’s comment went ignored, yours earned a look from Shane that made your skin crawl. He eventually sneered before his expression smoothed out and he gave the order for everyone to go searching. 

You stood still, biting your lip in hesitation. The thought of someone taking your father’s belongings from the camp just because he was dead made you see red. How could you possibly go along with this?

Maybe you could stay behind in the RV. Andrea was there, so it shouldn’t be a problem if—

“Go on.” Daryl gave you a shove you would almost define as gentle. It was the first time he had spoken to you since the CDC. You wanted to retort with something snarky, but what would that do other than piss him off more than he already was. “Grab anythin’ you think could be useful.”

“Okay.” You kept your tone soft, picking up your pace to catch up to him when he brushed past. “Can we talk?” You really did want to smooth things over. You told yourself that the connection with Daryl was solely physical, but now you’d be raising a child together in an apocalypse. That would definitely be easier if you could communicate on some level at least. 

He never missed a step when he glanced at you while maneuvering between the automobiles. He’d peek in the windows of some but continued further out, probably to keep everyone else closer to your own cars. 

“Nah.” He finally glowered, walking backwards away from you a few steps before turning around and disappearing behind a cargo van. 

Sighing heavily, you took stock of your surroundings. There was no point in following after him. You didn’t have the energy anyway. The nausea was worsening and there was little to no water left in the RV. You allowed for a disgruntled breath, pressed a palm to your belly, and opened the driver door of the nearest car. The sooner everyone got what they needed, the better. 

The smell of the decaying corpse was horrific and forced you to pull things out with one hand while the other pressed over your mouth and nose. Luckily there wasn’t much more than a suitcase that held some men’s clothing. You weren’t sure what the men could use so you left what was there, with the exception of one shirt. Strategically ripping, you fashioned a cover to tie around your face. You’d work faster with both hands. 

After several minutes, you had found a damn treasure trove, including a beautiful knife in a holster that you had taken the liberty of securing around your thigh. It wasn’t a firearm but it was better than nothing. 

You were climbing backwards out of the backseat of a little hatchback when you took a break to steady yourself. You were drenched in sweat and felt a little dizzy. Maybe it was time to gather your findings and go back to the others for a break. You had gone pretty far ahead. 

The silence on the roadway was unnerving. You’d give almost anything for bumper to bumper traffic with an orchestra of angry shouts and sounding horns; for everything to go back like it was. You’d be in the woods at that time of day, tracking rabbits or squirrels. It didn’t take much to feed just you and your father. You didn’t have a smokehouse, so smaller game was ideal. You could still see his proud beam when you’d walk through the door. 

Those days were gone now. 

Back at your pile of finds, it occurred to you that you couldn’t carry it all back alone. Loath as you were to admit it, Daryl had been the closest. You pulled down your makeshift mask with a groan, but there was no other option unless you wanted to walk all the way back to the RV just to bring back help. They would likely demand you stayed put, but you didn’t want them to see you as incapable. Daryl was already annoyed with you, so requesting his assistance was your best bet. 

Your steps were dragging by the time you made it to the cargo van where he had so casually rebuffed your request. Barely around the rear bumper, your stomach decided to rebel. You lurched forward with a repulsive retching sound, stomach muscles cramping from the force of the heaves. Your stomach was empty. Rancid acid and bile burned your throat, the intensity of your gagging ensuring you could be heard all the way at the RV. 

Your stomach still contracted uncomfortably, excess saliva gathering in your mouth. You had just managed to wipe away any remnants on the sleeve of your flannel when a hand clamped down around your jaw. Fight or flight activated, you scrambled for the knife at your thigh, managing a single swipe before a hand caught your wrist. 

“Quiet, goddamnit!” Daryl hissed faintly against your ear. He was pulling you toward the back of the van and hastily shoving you inside before climbing in himself. You loured at him and sheathed your weapon while he scrupulously pulled the doors closed. 

“What—” His hand bore down over your mouth a second time, a finger raised to his lips. You only managed an indignant huff before something struck the side of the van with a thud. Vibrant orbs widened with realization that he had just saved your ass from what sounded like a sizable number of walkers. 

Daryl haltingly lowered his hand as if you’d yell at him despite the threat lurking just outside. The man was sweaty and panting, as if he’d been running. Giving him  once over you noticed the carmine liquid slowly saturating his shirt just above his hip. 

Your movements were slow and deliberate to ensure silence. He didn’t seem to notice you until you were almost next to him, resulting in him reeling back with a vexed expression. 

“You’re hurt.” You mouthed, reaching behind your head to untie the ripped section of fabric you had used as a mask. When you extended it toward the wound, he swatted at your hand. You couldn’t risk speaking so the two of you engaged in an intense staring contest. The hunter finally relented with a shake of his head, deeming alertness toward the flock of undead to be priority. You smirked and pressed the wadded strip against the injury. 

He let out a grunt but stayed still, eyes remaining on the doors. It didn’t take long for the bleeding to let up, giving you a chance to peel back one side of the slice in his shirt. The wound was superficial, wouldn’t need stitches, but it was abundantly clear that you had nicked him when he grabbed you. You felt your stomach drop. Or maybe that was just the nausea. 

“Think they moved on.” Daryl quietly informed you. Oblivious to your revelation, he opened one door, barely wide enough to see outside. “We can prolly head back to the— wha’?” He stopped short, your apologetic expression giving him pause. 

“I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t mean to—”

The hunter rolled his eyes. “S’fine. Won’ kill me.”

While he was quick to dismiss the event, you still felt terrible. It could have been so much worse. The whole thing made your desire to talk things out with him that much more crucial. “Daryl, can you just listen to me for a second?”

There was the briefest of moments when you thought he was going to acquiesce. There was something more than anger in the way he looked at you. Then he was shaking his head. “We gotta get back. Check in with ev’ryone.” You grabbed his arm with both hands when he shifted to climb out. “M’serious. I ain’t doin’ this.”

“I get that you’re angry…with me.” You swallowed hard against the strange taste in your mouth, ignoring the protests of your inexorable stomach. “You have every right to be.” Daryl growled and snatched his arm away. He climbed out and stood just outside the door, clearly not confident enough with the degree of safety to leave you behind. 

“Drop it, Y/N.” He warned. 

You had climbed out and blocked his path, hands hovering in front of his chest. “The least you can let me do is—” It happened just as suddenly as before. You had no time to react. You could only clutch your abdomen and pitch forward, vomiting up what little bile that had accumulated since the last episode. All over his left boot. “—apologize.” 

If it had been any other situation, the deadpan examination Daryl was currently giving his footwear would have been arguably hilarious. 

“I’m, uh, sorry about that too.”

His eyes moved up to glare at you from beneath his lashes. You didn’t think a mess on his boot would be enough to really set off a man who spent the majority of his time identifying— and very often stepping in —animal waste. This was just the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. He took a step toward you. Though you didn’t think he’d hurt you, even for reasons beyond the baby, you couldn’t say you knew him well enough to bank on that theory. Therefore, you took a step back. 

“Listen, woman, jus’ ‘cause ya got my kid inside ya don’t mean I hafta—” He cut off suddenly, angling his head in a way that was familiar to you. You did the same thing while hunting; listening for sounds to indicate an animal was nearby. 

“What is it?” 

He shushed you harshly. When you focused on the sounds around you rather than the whirlwind of thoughts in your own head, you could hear it too. 

Your blood ran cold with dread. 

“Sophia! Lori, there’s two walkers after my baby!”

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[kissitbttr]

a sweet moment of frat!miguel and muñeca that we rarely get to see

to miguel, relationships are complex.

he’s not built for one and never meant to. the idea of having to commit to one person when he still wants to have fun sounds like a real torture. the constant clinging and demands of going out on dates just enough to make him scowl. like what’s the point of it all? spending money on gifts or valentines dates just seem to be a waste of time.

until she entered the picture. gone were the days where his money were spent on booze and gears.

now, he’s having the ultimate pleasure of spoiling his girlfriend, walking her to classes, stay during cheerleading practice and begging her to stay over at the frat house. all that he did out of consciousness,

even curating the image of what their wedding would look like in the future.

yeah. that much.

the couple decides to have a small picnic at the campus park during their free period. whereas the rest of the students are busy with studying and walking from building to building, these two lovers find the spare time to be with each other.

“i love hibiscus flowers. they’re pretty” muñeca mentions, laying on her side with palm supporting the head. “sunflowers too—much better than a rose”

miguel fixes himself a smile upon his beautiful girlfriend, deciding to mirror her action by laying on his side as well. “how abouut cake flavor, cariño?”

she looks over at him and the sight is making her drool. the shirt that he’s sporting compliments his rippling muscles, not to mention the few unbuttons at the top showcasing a bit of his chest hair and gold chain around the neck.

“are you going somewhere with this?” she questions with a smile, seeing him shrug,

“just asking” he replies, eyes staring intently into hers. “i want to know what my girl likes—because if she mentions vanilla then i’m out”

muñeca giggles, head shaking at the ridiculous assumption. “i would never!” miguel grins even wider hearing the sound of that laugh. “i love red velvet—and anything fruit infused desserts”

he nods, making a mental note on that one. “what if I prefer chocolates?”

“then we can have both” she answers casually, hand sneaking through its way towards the slope of his calloused one. “chocolates and raspberries are good combo, anyway—not white or milk chocolates though. dark is the way”

“that’s my girl” miguel praises, his thumb drawing circles around her skin. “i love this dress on you, by the way—wear it often”

“you say that pretty much about everything i wear miggy!” she smiles, kissing his jaw. “you’re biased”

“is it my fault that my girlfriend looks good in everything?” he asks as if he’s proving his innocence, tightening the hold of his hand around hers, “got the prettiest girl on campus by my side and there’s no way i’m missing the chance to let her know how hot she is”

her cheeks warm at the compliment, looking down momentarily to hide the large grin that’s threatening to break through, “you just want to fuck me” it’s a joke,

“is it working?” he jokes back with a raised eyebrow, earning himself a punch on the shoulder making him grunt and laugh, “caray, ma!—you sure got some strength in you”

“thanks to my handsome linebacker’s workout routine” she winks, curling a loose hair around his forehead,

“put me in a headlock next, i beg of you” he says, and she can’t tell if he’s really joking or serious but she wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter,

“ugh! you’re so unserious sometimes!”

they both share a laugh after. “okay back to question number—five!” he picks a chocolate covered strawberry with his free hand off the plate and pop it in his mouth. “dream destination?”

her lips curl into a thinking mode and so are her eyebrows, clutching their interlocked hand against her chest. “hmm—bali, malaysia, and rome”

miguel hums, nodding as he looks down. she tilts her head to the side with confusion written all over her face, watching him. “what is this, intervention?”

“what, no. can’t a guy ask his girl a few things to get to know her better?”

“miggy, we fuck at least three times a day, i think we already went past that kind of formalities” she rolls her eyes playfully, seeing how he shrugs innocently and grin. “so? what is this about? first it was about my favorite decorations, second it’s about my favorite dish and drinks of choice and then third, and fourth—“ she trails off, watching the shy smile on his face appears as he avoids her gaze,

“what?” she asks confused, yet his smile is contagious and that makes her smile too,

“just thinking about how everything would look like for our wedding someday”

“a wedding?”

“y-yeah” he scratches the back of his neck nervously, “i’m making notes, you know? i trust them all with you, muñeca—want you to handle everything”

her heart somehow blooms in her chest, gaze softening when he mentions about marriage. tying a knot. living happily ever after. with her.

she feels the little girl inside of her is squealing at the thought of a prince charming asking her for a hand. like ones she read on fairy tales and bedtime stories.

he wants to marry her

upon hearing no response, he feels the embarrassment creeping in as he gulps, his hand trembling slightly at the thought of being rejected. he would probably cry if she told him that she doesn’t see the future together.

“look you don’t—“

“baby” she coos, her hand moving to cup his face. “you want to marry me?”

he feels somehow at ease when he hears the tone of her voice, realizing that he may not look like an eager idiot whom he thought he’d be in front of her, “i do” his response is firm and set. “do you?”

the way he’s looking at her with hopeful eyes makes her wish that they’re both alone right now, just so she could straddle his lap and smother him with kisses. but seeing that they’re not and at a public space, especially on campus, she’s holding herself back.

instead of that, she cups his face before leaning in for a kiss. miguel sighs into her mouth, kissing her back with much more passion as he snakes a hand around her waist. the kiss is somehow becoming more intense and hungry. he then moves himself to move on top of her in swift motion, making her giggle at his enthusiasm.

what’s supposed to be a simple kiss, turns into a heavy makeout session. she squeezes both his shoulders as a gesture to take it easy, not wanting the head of security to catch them in the act. again.

miguel huffs when she pulls away, but the taste of her lips remains to be the reason why a lovesick smile attached on his features.

“of course i do” she replies, “just make sure that the ring is ready after we graduate, o’hara” and miguel will hold onto that. he will buy the most expensive and prettiest ring ever for her.

she swears that the love she has for him is bigger than anything. he had changed a lot for the better and she couldn’t be more proud. miguel had learned so many things during the times he had shared with her, and it would be so crazy to think that she didn’t bring any positive impact in his life.

her existence is the key of him growing. not just love but as a person as well. and he would argue to hell and back with anyone just to prove the point of his gratitude to her will always be bigger than this girl,

none of these two lovers knew what fate had in stored for them. to have a committed relationship with someone wasn’t in either’s bucket list, let alone getting married. but everything seems to have changed.

before this, they didn’t even know each other. there had been a time where miguel didn’t know muñeca exist and vice versa. and there’s some sort of twinge rattle in his chest, knowing that someone else could be loving her instead of him.

he doesn’t like that. at all.

the negative thought that plagued into his mind somehow gets pulled when he feels her soft padded thumb traces his lower lip. his pupils dilating when he looks at her, with the pretty smile that he never gets tired of. seeing that often makes his heart fail to find a steady rhythm.

gaze in her eyes speaks so kindly to him. a look in which helps to remind him that she belongs to him and so does he to her. and miguel finds himself exhale a breath of relief yet once again.

‘she is so unbelievably gorgeous and all mine’

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[blaithnne]

I think my one complaint about Anders is that I wish we’d seen him leave of his own accord at least once. Unfortunately I doubt that would be possible due to time constraints but, I think if we’d gotten to see how Hilda was affected by him actually leaving and not being fairynapped it would have better shown what kind of person he is, and been a really good representation of what a lot of real kids go through. That moment where Hilda finally realised her Father abandoned her is so heartbreaking, raw, and real, and the fact that it’s later revealed he didn’t kind of undermines that.

I’m not against Anders changing for the better - it’s a kids show, and it makes sense they’d want to give him a character arch instead of just introducing him to be a dick lol. It also makes sense for his character to have nearly losing his entire family forever be a wake up call for him. But I wish we’d gotten more time with him, and really seen the effects of him leaving for real. Without that, we can generally assume that it had the same effect as him being kidnapped did in canon, but it’s just not the same.

I’m of the opinion that introducing Hilda’s dad as a concept was a good decision, and I don’t think it undermines the shows found family. It gives Hilda a relatable and realistic aspect to her that I think is important for kids in similar situations to see. I am, however, very biased in that regard.

My biological father was an asshole who fucked off before I was born, but I’ve had no absence of family or fatherly role models - I’m very close with my adoptive dad and my grandad. But that didn’t mean I never had questions, or insecurities.

It’s easy to look at fictional tropes and say that found family is clearly superior and biology doesn’t mean shit, and that’s true! But when you’re living in that reality, when you’re young and coming to terms with it for the first time, it’s hard. Especially when you’re surrounded by people who all have blood relations with their families, and when the person you’re related to is regarded as a dick. it really makes you feel isolated and like there’s something wrong with you, like you’re an outsider — you’re different.

Real life people are messy and have insecurities that defy reason, you might logically know that biology doesn’t matter, but when you’re thirteen and insecure and full of inner turmoil, you can’t help but feel bad.

Personally, as I got older, I met people in similar situations and realised I wasn’t alone, that it was okay to have those feelings but it didn’t make them true. But at that age, having grown up in a rural community, I really was alone.

Hilda’s insecurities in season 3 are a great representation of that, she feels like she’s never had a proper family, this thing with Frida, David, Tontu, Alfur and Johanna and Astrid is all new to her. You can tell her Father’s absence has hurt her, how she’s felt different and alone and like something was missing. Hilda defines her worth through her relationships with others, how she can help them make them happy, it destroyed her when she felt like she failed Frida, imagine how she feels about her father.

What I think season 3 was missing was for Hilda to realise that she doesn’t need Anders, and that her happiness isn’t reliant on him being there, I wish she’d had a tad more agency in the relationship, yk? She wants him to be in her life, and he’s going to make an effort now to do that, but she has a support system in place and will be perfectly fine without him. I wish the show had properly acknowledged that just because this is how things ended up, it wasn’t the only option — with or without Anders, Hilda would still have been happy with her family in the end, the fact that he’s a part of it is a nice bonus, but not an essential one.

In general, I think Anders is the best they could do with the time they were given. Having him be a realistic shitty dad who loves his daughter but is just so bad at it is relatable and realistic, though I wish they’d better emphasised that just because he loves hers that doesn’t make his actions okay (perhaps by slightly altering Johanna’s moment with Hilda at the end of The Job), because it’s clear, I think, as a diehard fan, but might not be for more casual viewers.

Having him be redeemable and stick around to do better is a good conclusion for his arch, it’s a happy ending all around and makes sense for the story - it could’ve been weird if they just had him show up and then immediately leave with zero resolution to his character, unless they made him an all out irredeemable abuser, which I think would’ve been worse than what we got. Portraying abusers as unforgivable and cartoonish villains only makes it harder for real life victims to recognise their situations, so if it couldn’t be portrayed properly (which thanks to time constraints and the overall narrative I don’t believe it could be) I’m glad they went with something else.

What we’ve got is, and I know I’ve said this many times lol, a realistic depiction of a crappy, absentee father, that young viewers can recognise and relate to. On that end, the biggest issues are Hilda’s lack of agency within their storyline, since she has no control in the resolution of their relationship, young people looking to this show for ways to cope with their own situations might be discouraged by the end resolution of “he decided to stick around”, since that resolution rests on his decision, not Hilda’s, if that makes sense.

TLDR; Overall, I think Anders’ was a good character and the best that could’ve been done with what the team was given, but,

A) I wish we’d gotten to see him leave of his own accord at least once, so that Hilda’s final realisation that he left her on purpose has more impact and doesn’t loose its meaning in retrospect, and,

B) That Hilda had more agency in the final resolution of their dynamic, that their happily ever after wasn’t entirely reliant on Anders swearing he won’t leave. An alternative solution, maybe presented earlier on in the season when he first left, that provided her with a coping mechanism/outlet in case he does, so that her happiness and mental health isn’t in his hands, would’ve been pretty neat.

#this wasn’t planned or proofread it’s just me rambling so #if it doesn’t make sense or contradicts itself or repeats itself. sorry lol #anyways yeah this whole storyline feels pretty personal to me and hits close to home #so I have Thoughts abo it it #hilda #hilda the series #netflix hilda #hilda netflix #Hilda (Hilda) #Hilda anders #Anders hilda #johanna hilda #Hilda johanna #also wish we’d seen more of how Anders affected johanna but #again time constraints #Hilda season 3 #Hilda season 3 spoilers #Hilda spoilers #hilda analysis #analysis #long post #idk exactly how I’d re write Anders myself #buttt yeah idk LMAO

[glassartpeasants]

Run Rabbit Run .07

Yandere!Eustass Kid x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, reader having vivid nightmares, reader having a crisis, Kid being the insane fuck he is, Tashigi and G-5 being real ones, little happy moments???

A/N: I will defend all of G-5 will my DYING breath. Only Marines that I don't hate

tags: @rebeccawinters @iggy5055 @dairygrrl @childconnoisseur @menifire1092 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @nerdgeekandeverysweet-blog @sydneyyyya

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10

~~~

You pace back and forth in the infirmary. The sound of your shoes hitting the floor was nothing compared to your speeding heartbeat. Nothing like this happened at all when you were with Kid. So why now that you’ve escaped, has it shown up? Why did this have to happen?

Biting your knuckles, you try to ignore the agonizing feeling in your gut. The universe obviously wasn’t done screwing with you if what you feared was true. Not to mention how it’d affect everything good going on in your life.

“Take a deep breath and sit down, okay? Stressing isn’t gonna help.”

“How can I not stress?! What if it’s exactly what we think it is? What if I really am…”

“Pregnant?” Tashigi’s voice cuts into your skin as soon as the word leaves her throat. It felt like a fresh stab to your heart. Hearing the word out loud only made the fear all the more real and strong.

“I can’t even hear the word without being nauseous.” Taking a seat next to Tashigi on the infirmary bed, you put your head in your hands.

“What am I supposed to do? I still have four months to get to Sabaody. Not to mention, I wouldn’t be able to fulfill my promise to you and Vice Admiral Smoker! A pirate on a Marine ship was pushing it, but a pregnant pirate on a Marine ship? He’ll probably dump me somewhere since I won’t be able to fight alongside you guys like I promised…” Tears start threatening to spill from your eyes as all the worst-case scenarios start playing through your head. 

“Vice Admiral Smoker would never! Sure, he’s a little rough around the edge, but he’d never kick you off for something that you can’t control.” Soft tears slip from your cheeks as you listen to her words.

“Do you think the Straw Hats will take me back? I know you're a Marine, so your answer might be biased, but…”

“If they don’t, you can come back to G-5 and join the Marines!” You giggle slightly.

“If push comes to shove and they don’t take me back, you're gonna be stuck with me.” Tashigi smiles at you brightly, which makes you smile in return.

Yet there was still one cripiling fear that resurfaced and continues to resurface no matter how hard you try to forget it.

You remembered what Kid said when you told him that the Straw Hats would save you. The rage in his eyes, when those words slipped from your lips, made you fear for any future you might have that didn’t involve Kid. If he made a statement about the Straw Hats without a second thought, would he do the same to G-5? He’s violent in general, but you can’t imagine how violent everything would get if he got his hands on the people who helped you hide from him.

“What should I do though? What if I really am pregnant?” Tashigi was quiet as she thought about how to answer.

“Would it look like him? Have his facial features or hair? Could it look like me?”

“I don’t know. Only time will tell if or when the baby arrives.” You lay your head on her shoulder as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“We’re stopping at an island tomorrow to gather supplies. We could go to the hospital there to see what the fully certified doctors have to say.”

“What about the bounty on me from Kid?”

“We can disguise you? I’m sure we can try to hide as many identifiers as possible.”

“I guess. Let’s hope that it works.”

~~~

Sitting still, you let Tashigi mess with your appearance. The two of you have been in her cabin for what felt like forever just to disguise you. She had you put on one of her long-sleeved shirts under your Marine uniform to hide the scars along your arms.  

“What if we put a small part of your hair in front of your eye/scar to hide it? It’ll look a little weird, but it’d be less eye-catching than a bandage.”

“Alright, sounds good.” The two of you stand up and begin to make your way to the ship’s deck.

It was a beautiful day outside when you left her cabin. The sun shined down and watched you walk beside Tashigi as you passed the rest of G-5, who were getting ready to grab supplies. Your legs feel weak as you struggle to walk down the ramp. The sound of bustling passerby’s and the talking of the crew from behind you only makes your nervousness worse. The overwhelming feeling of anxiety swallowed you whole as you finally stepped foot off the dock and onto the green grass. Hearing your shoes glide against the grass for the first time since Sabaody made a small upturn of your lip. A tiny ray of happiness in the dark of your anxiety and fear. 

“Look mom! It’s the Marines!” Looking to your right, you see a small boy and his mother. He tugged on his mom's arm to try and bring her closer to you and Tashigi. The boy held such a cute smile as he ran up to you.

“I wanna become a Marine! I can fight and kick pirate's butt!” His eyes held such a bright light that it was impossible not to be as smiley as him. Crouching down slightly, you watch as the little boy rolls on his heels.

“Is that so? Are you sure you got what it takes, little man? Are you brave enough to also fight the weather?”

“I’m brave! I’m not afraid of anything! The weather is nothing!” The little boy’s excitement made your heart skip a few beats. For a living being so small, he has so much happiness and life inside him.

“Tell ya what, come back in a few years, and we’ll be happy to have you join.”

“Why not now?” A cute pout played against the boy's face.

“To get stronger, of course! Plus, wouldn’t you miss your mommy if we let you come with us?” the boy turns around to see his mom smiling at him. He ran to her and wrapped himself around her. He said something, but it was muffled by his mother's clothes.

“Thank you for giving him a second of your time. I bet you guys are busy, so we should be off. Do you wanna say goodbye to the Marines, baby?” Lifting his face from his mother's clothes, he waves to you and Tashigi with the cutest smile.

“Byyee...” You both walk in different directions after waving back, the sound of the giddy child ringing in your ears.

“Said like a true Marine.”

“Best pirate Marine the world has ever seen.” You whisper rhyme, and it only makes Tashigi laugh.

“I think you’ll be okay (Y/N).” She whispered back, making you turn to look at her.

“Huh?”

“I think you’ll be okay. You seem good with children. Your caring personality really shows.”

“OH! Well, that's only one child! Plus, I might not actually be pregnant! The universe might have just wanted to scare me…” Laughing awkwardly, you think about what the doctor and their tests would say.

While making your way to the hospital, it seemed like you passed by every child on the island. Kids from 13 all the way to infants. All of them with happy parents giving them the love they deserve. The joyful giggles made a small smile crack along your lips. 

Yet, it soon disappeared as you unconsciously put your hand to your stomach. All those children with happy lives with healthy caring parents. If you really were pregnant, the child’s life would be nothing like the ones living on this island. It’d be constantly on the run along side you. That can’t be healthy for a baby right?

“Looks like we’re here.” The big sign saying ‘HOSPITAL’ made you swallow the lump in your throat as you walked through the front doors right beside Tashigi.

It seemed like everyone and their grandma was here today. Almost the entire waiting room was full. You get in line behind a man and wait for your turn as Tashigi goes and sits down. Once it got to your turn though, you feel your hands start to sweat.

“Hi, welcome to Halyard Island Hospital. What can I do for you today, Marine?”

“Oh, um, think I might be pregnant, but I want a doctor to check it out before I jump to any conclusions.” The receptionist started typing before she asked for your birthday and name. You start to internally freak out before remembering that you don’t have any records on yourself. Why not just give her a fake name and date of birth?

“(....) (......) is my name and my birth date is (.........).”

“Alright, you're good to go. Have a seat, and the doctor will be with you as soon as possible.” Giving a small nod, you go sit next to Tashigi, who has started to read a magazine.

“What are you reading?”

“Judging the ugly fashion choices.” You let out a snort, hearing her words.

“Didn’t know I was in the presence of a fashion designer. Mind if I judge with you to learn your skills?” 

“I’m feeling generous, so I guess I can take in an apprentice.” The two of you laugh as you look down at the magazine. It was refreshing to have a small burst of silliness instead of fear and panic.

It felt like twenty minutes before your ‘name’ was called. Your heart beats against your ribs as you and Tashigi follow the doctor. The world seemed to spin as you walked along the halls. The familiar nausea you’ve been having coming back.

‘My luck is nonexistent.’ Holding the wall, you try to walk normally. Thankfully, Tashigi notices and helps you walk to the room. Once entering the room, you sit on the paper-covered bed as Tashigi sits on the chair next to it.

“So it says you think you're pregnant but want a doctor to confirm it?”

“Yes.” Sitting down at the computer, the doctor starts to give you a check-up.

“When’s the last time you had intercourse?” You can feel your face burn, and Tashigi lets out a snort. 

“Two or three months ago? I believe?”

“Did you have your cycle during that?”

“Mine can be irregular, so I thought nothing of it at first, but it’s been a week since it should have started, and nothing has happened.”

“Okay. Any symptoms? Nausea, fatigue, frequent trips to the bathroom, weird food cravings, body ache, anything like that?” Listing them out, the doctor said them in the most calming way. She’s probably dealt with people like you, coming and going all the time.

“All of the above, except for the food cravings.”

“Yet.”

“Yet.” You snap your head to Tashigi, who’s smiling at you while holding back a giggle as she tries to make you laugh. Even the doctor let out a quiet laugh.

“Well, we have tests that we can use cause while it sounds like you could be pregnant, it’s better to be sure.”

“What kind of tests?”

“Blood and urine. The urine one is usually more correct and takes less time.”

“Alright. That one, then.”

~~~

The doctor had left to bring the sample to the lab, leaving you and Tashigi alone again. You lay against the bed and stare at the ceiling.

“What should I do if it’s positive? The sea is no place for a child to grow. Especially the New World.”

“You have months to think about it if you are. Don’t overwhelm yourself, and think about it all right now.” Tashigi was probably right, but it still scratched away at your mind.

“Do you want to be pregnant?”

“No. If it was another man’s baby, then maybe. But we both know whose child it’d be if I am.” Tashigi stays silent and lets you talk.

“A child deserves a happy home. With loving parents. Not someone like me. I already have so much shit to deal with from what happened, and adding a child to the mix wouldn’t be fair to them. Having a mother who has problems all the way to the ozone layer.” Just as Tashigi goes to speak, a knocking interrupts her.

“The test results came back.” The doctor's voice had you holding your breath as your heart jumped in suspense.

“And?” Sitting on the edge of your seat, you both look at the doctor.

“It’s positive! Congratulations! Your gonna be a mother!” You knew the doctor didn’t know your story, so you're not mad at her happy news delivery. Instead of what felt like a punch to the chest, was an overload of feelings. To many to name, so all you can do is let the tears start pouring harshly.

Your sobs didn’t shock the doctor, so you thought she must have concluded that you were crying tears of joy. Which they definitely weren’t. Each tear felt like battery acid sliding down your skin. This was supposed to be a happy moment. This was supposed to be a moment shared with your fiance. You were supposed to be crying tears of joy next to them, happy that you can finally have a family with the person you love.

But once again, this was just another moment in your life ruined by the man who took everything from you. Even when you were away from him, he always somehow had a way to remind you that you're never free of him. No matter where you go, he’ll always be next to you. In your mind or in person was for the universe to decide. And now, it decided that it wasn’t done with you just yet.

~~~

Walking out of the hospital, you're silent as you walk next to Tashigi. The doctor had given you a bag of things to help you on your ‘journey.’ Little things like booklets on what to expect, recommended medical items safe for mother and child, things to watch out for, and more. Didn’t help she gave you a bag with a pacifier on it. 

“You okay? You’ve been quiet since we left.”

“Just wondering what the fuck I’m gonna do. Not to mention when Vice Admiral Smoker finds out-”

“There's no need to worry. Everything will be okay.” Before you can respond, countless footsteps come running toward you. Looking up, you see some of G-5 rushing their way to the both of you. It caused a gust of wind to come rushing through and slightly move the hair covering your facial scar. Leaving it visible to the world.

“Shit.” You quickly try to cover it up and act normal, hoping no one saw you in your split second of weakness.

“Marines! What’s going on?”

“Pirates were seen sailing up to the docks! The others and Vice Admiral Smoker are there as we speak!”

“Alright, let’s go take them down! Contact the others and tell them we’ll be there as fast as we can!”

“Right away-” The Marines stop their words as their eyes train in on the bag in your hand. You can see the gears turning in their heads before it finally clicks. They all gasp and point to the bag like children.

“Stop pointing! We’ll talk about that when we leave the island! Contact Smoker!”

“Uh, right! Yes, Captain!” Everyone, including you, started running towards the docks to back up the Vice Admiral.

~~~

You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been staring at yourself in the mirror, but it was enough time for you to grip the edge of the bathroom sink and try to calm your breathing. 

It was difficult to look at yourself in the mirror. The person staring back at you wasn’t someone you recognized. The scar that covered your face laughed at you endlessly, as well as the ones on your arm that were currently visible while in your uniform.

You try to imagine yourself before the raid. Before the Straw Hats, before the scars, and before Kid. Would past you even know who you are? Would your fiance still love you if they saw you like this and were still alive? Still love you and all the mental, physical, and emotional damage you’ve received? And even after knowingly carrying another person's child despite it being out of your control?

Would anyone love you?

Who would want a broken doll when they can just buy a new one? Without all the cracks and damage it’s received along its journey? Not to mention, who’d want a doll with an ‘owner’ willing to kill anyone who touches what’s his?

People would be afraid to even get close to you, let alone love you. What sane person would dare love something that could get them killed? Why love something that can’t go one day without crying or trembling when a certain thing is said or done? Why love someone who carries the child of the devil himself?

The sound of tears hitting the sink brought you back to the present. Your breathing was ragged as you tried to calm yourself down so no one would hear your sobs. Biting your lip, you look at your teary face in the mirror. Your hands shake as your knuckles turn white from how hard you were gripping the sink. But even through your blurry vision, your eye caught sight of the bag on the counter that the doctor had given you earlier that day.

“This shouldn’t be how you come into the world. You should be able to grow up carefree with a stable parent. Not me, who can’t even go one night without waking up in a cold sweat from nightmares. A child shouldn’t have to move from place to place just to make sure his crazy father won’t kidnap him and his mom. I’m so sorry that I’m going to be the one you call mother. Please forgive me…” Quiet hiccups and sobs bounce off the walls and can be heard from outside the bathroom door. Even trying your best to be silent, your woeful cries caught the attention of your comrades.

“Man, this is kinda painful to hear. She’s being really hard on herself.”

“Never thought I’d feel bad for a pirate yet here i am.”

“What will those Straw Hats think?” Hushed whispers were exchanged among the Marines before all went silent as soon as a shadow of a man loomed over them.

KNOCK KNOCK

Wiping your tears and shoving down yoru emotions, you grab your bag before opening the door.

“Sorry for being so long I-”

“Is it true, rookie?” Vice Admiral Smoker’s voice made your stomach drop. Did Tashigi tell him? Or at least tried to?

“Vice Admiral Smoker! I didn’t know you’d-”

“Is it true?” You looked up at him, and all you could do was nod as you tried to hold back the rest of the emotions you shoved away moments ago. But it didn’t matter. He could see your trembling lips and glassy eyes.

“So Tashigi was right.”

“I’m so sorry, Vice Admiral! I promise I’ll still do everything you want! Please don’t kick me off the ship! I’ll still fight in battles, anything you want I’ll still do!” Your begging only caused pity to fill Smokers body. Watching you beg for a simply a place of refuge confirmed that you were indeed pregnant. Normally, he’d never let a pregnant woman on his ship. A pregnant pirate nonetheless, but were you even a pirate? That ‘bounty’ ad wasn’t a government issued one, the whole world thinks almost everyone died on your island, including you. They basically have no record of your existence except the ad that Kid had put up for you. And based on what he’s observed, you seemed perfectly contempt when you lived as a civilian before everything went down. You simply feel like you owe your life to the Straw Hats. It’d probably be the same way if it was the Marines that saved you the first time. But they wouldn’t have let you get kidnapped again, but there was nothing that could change the past.

“I’m not gonna kick you off. You're not going out fighting pirates, but everything else will stay the same. Not going easy on you just cause you're pregnant.” He could see the relief fill your eyes at his words.

“Thank you so much! Thank you, thank you!”

“Now quit your crying and go to the dining hall. Foods done.” Sniffling a bit, you smile as you make your way to the dining hall. While it didn’t soothe all your worries, knowing you’d be safe here and Smoker would let you stay helped soothe those knawing thoughts.

~~~

The day was going great so far, no bad weater in sight, clear skies and the breakfast for the day was your favorite! You did have to tell everyone the news about your pregnancy and while it was hard, they all seemed very supportive. No one treated you differently after hearing the news which you greatly appreciated. The last thing you wanted to be reminded of was being pregnant. It’s easier for everyone in the world if it only stayed between you and G-5.

“Uh (Y/N)? Have you seen today's paper?” Another Marine came up to you with the paper in hand.

“No? Is something wrong? Did Kid up the bounty again?” 

“Not exactly…” Handing you the paper, you open it with a questioning look. But as soon as your eyes scan the front page, they blow wide open.

“What?!”

~~~~

“Kid! Open the door!” The first mate of the Kid pirates banged on the metal door of his Captain's workshop. When the paper bird had delivered the daily paper, he expected the paper to be as bland as it has been the past few months. Same old, same old. That was until he looked at the front page of the paper. Instead of the bounty ad, there was a picture. A fresh picture of you.

‘Eustass Kid’s Darling, (L/N) (Y/N), Spotted on Halyard Island?’

He didn’t even read the article that accompanied it before making a dash to his friends workshop. This was finally a clue as to where you might be. Finally something to get Kid to shut the fuck up and prevent him from destroying more things in fits of rage.

“Fucking christ Killer! What do you want?!” As soon as the red-headed man opened the door, the newspaper was shoved into his chest.

“Look at the front page.” Scoffing, Kid uncrumples the paper, giving his friend a quick glare. But Killer could see the insane glee in his eyes when he read the front page.

‘The woman the entire New World has been looking for has finally been spotted! She was last seen leaving a hospital on Halyard Island disgused as a Marine! Unknown whether its a real Marine uniform or not. A gust of wind blew her hair away which hid her facial scar, making it visible for the world to see and identify her! Let’s not forget what she seems to have clutched tightly in her hand! Could this mean the cruelest pirate of the worst generation might be a father? Only time can tell.’

“Of course, it’s the fucking Marines who hid her! Always getting in my damn business. Killer! Set course to Halyard Island!”

“Already told Wire on my way here.”

“Good. Board and search any Marine ships we see on the way there. If the Marines are hiding her, then we can’t take chances and let them slip past us.”

“You do know what this means, right?”

“Yeah, I get what’s mine back.” Killer hit the back of Kid’s head.

“Ow! What the fuck?!”

“It means pull your head out of your ass! If it’s true, if (Y/N) is pregnant, that means you're going to be a dad. Any enemies other than the Marines will want to kidnap and hurt (Y/N) and your possible unborn child. We already knew the risks of putting out the ad. It's to let our enemies know that you have a weakness. But now she could be in even more danger when pregnant. We need to get her before she gives birth understand?” Rubbing the back of his head, Kid realized Killer was right. Your safety was in danger even more now that his enemies knew that you might be pregnant. Not to mention, what are the Marines gonna do with you and his child?

The thought of him being a father finally hit him a full force when he invisioned the moment he got his hands on you again. He’d get to see your belly grow with something the both of you created. The child would be the thing that keeps you with him forever.

~~~

“Do these journalists not have any souls?! Who would want to snitch on an escapee?! Truly heartless.” Tashigi rubbed your back as you cried into your hands. How could your luck grow so sour?

“I knew I shouldn’t have taken that dumb bag! Now the whole New World knows about this stupid fucking child!” Tashigi lets out a sigh. 

“I’m sorry. It’s no one’s fault this happened except the person who took the picture. Not yours or the unborn baby.” Wrapping your arms around your tummy, you sniffle. 

“I’m sorry. I just…This should be an experience I share with someone I love. I should be talking about baby things with joy and eating gross, a combination of random food, not fearing for my and the baby’s safety twenty-four-seven. I should be able to sleep without having nightmares about their father's eyes.” Tashigi stays quiet as she continues to try and soothe your troubled mind.

“What if they look alike? What if the baby’s a spitting image of him?” 

“You’ll be able to turn them into something Kid isn’t. Make them kind and loving. Have them be the person Kid can never be. It’ll be like starting a new. They aren’t just Kid’s child. They’ll also be yours.” Rubbing your eyes, you nod in agreement, trying to convince yourself that what she spoke was true.

“You're right. Thank you, Tashigi.”

~~~

Hours later and your still thinkning about Tashigi’s words. How the small thing growing inside you wasn’t just Kid’s, it was yours too. You had the power to make sure that the insanity ends with Kid. 

But even with her words, your heart and soul still burned in rage and sadness. Knowing that the child you thought you’d be raising happily with your fiance was in fact the offspring of satan himself. A product of lies and bloodied hands.

An eerie sense of lonliness surrounds you making yoru skin prickle and the tips of your fingers tingling. You run your hands along your upper arms to try and warm yourself, maybe to even stimulate a hug. Just something that could make you feel less alone.

Even though you have the G-5, you still felt like you were fighting alone. Why couldn’t you have just gone home and have your mom and dad still be alive? Waiting for you on the porch, your fiance running out from the house to pick you up and twirl you around. Kissing you repeatedly and crying out how much they loved and missed you.

Yet, even with all the crying, pleading, and denial, you know that you’ll never feel your fiance’s touch again. Never hearing your parents telling you how much they love you. You couldn’t even remember what they looked like or sounded like anymore. Cause all you see and hear is him.

Even in your day dreams he was there. Invading every part of your mind. You could be imaging how you used to dance with your fiance, only for kid to take his place. He’d grab you and hold you close while laughing. Forcing you to dance his macrabe seranade.

You could feel tears slide down your skin as you now realize its no longer your fiance’s touch that your body craves, it’s his. Those times where he’d envelop you in his coat while he held you. Times where his kisses were nothing but burns along your body.

Clenching your fists tight, you feel the feelings you tried so hard to destroy resurface. How can five months of amensia battle against two years of pure hatred? What did Kid magically do that made you fall in love with him? Why was there still that sliver in your heart that made you miss him? After all he’s done to you, why does your body still miss his touch? Why did your heartbeat quicken every time you remember how he gently ran his fingers through your hair when he was drunk and starting to pass out?

Curling up in a fetal position, you just silently cry yourself to sleep as you wished for the positive feelings for Kid would decay and disappear.

A low hum woke you open from your sleep as your eyes flutter open. The blur quickly leaving and you see a familiar room. A smile slips across your lips while you move your hand behind you. The feeling of silky hair touching your fingertips made you sigh as you softly started to run your fingers through it.

You just then notice the arms around you tighten and a kiss being placed on the crook of your neck.

“Morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” Groaning into your skin, you feel his words vibrate against your neck.

“Slept fine.” More kisses were pressed along your skin, which made your cheeks burn up.

“Dream about anything?”

“No.”

“Well, I dreamt about you.” Turning to look over your shoulder, you see amber eyes staring back at you. Red hair slightly brushing against your jaw.

“Better have been good.” You maneuver your body to the point you're facing him. Placing your hands on his face, you chuckle.

“I dreamt about kissing this pretty face of yours.” A red hue covered the man’s cheeks as he looked at you wide-eyed.

“Aw, Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid is blushing! You're so cute when you blush.”

“I’m not cute shut up.”

“No.” You started placing kisses on each freckle that adorned his face. The heat of his cheeks were hitting your lips as he lays there frozen. With each kiss, you couldn’t help but giggle. You wished you were wearing lipstick just so you could see his face covered in pretty (color) lipstick. When you pulled away, almost his entire face was as red as his hair.

“Sappy little shit.” Pushing your face to his chest, Kid lays his own on top of yours. Being surrounded by his presence only, you felt safe in his arms. You can feel him hug you a little tighter.

“I’m not going anywhere. No need to smush me.” Laughing, you kiss his chest, only for Kid’s arms to tighten around you even more. It started to hurt as you couldn’t move. His strong arms pressing harshly against your ribs. 

“Um Kid? Your squeezing kinda hard and it hurts. Do you think you can lighten up a bit?” Instead of loosening his grip, Kid only tightens his arms around you more. It felt like a python was constricting you. The pressure felt like it was gonna break your bones.

“Kid! You're really hurting me! Please stop!” Pushing and squirming, you desperately try to escape Kid’s killing grip.

“How dare you think you can fucking leave me? Do you think I won’t follow you! Find you? You can never fucking leave me!” With your heart dropping to your stomach, you try to pinpoint his behavior. What the hell is he talking about?

“What are you talking about?! I’m right here! I haven’t left!” Just then, a SNAP could be heard, and a brutal pain was felt in your chest. He must have broken a rib cause the pain was unbelievable.

“I’ll kill everyone who takes you away from me. Those worthless Straw Hats and those puny G-5 Marines. No one takes what’s fucking mine.” More pressure is applied to your body, and it feels as if more bones are quietly cracking. It was starting to feel like your ribs were stabbing your lungs, making it hard to breathe.

“What are you talking about?! Who are you talking about?!” Fear coursed through your veins as you looked up at Kid. Your eyes widened, seeing the pure madness that swirled inside his eyes. With as much strength as you can, you try to use your devil fruit powers to electrify him just in hopes of getting him off. There was a quiet crackling before a loud ZAP was heard, and you see Kid jump back and fall to the floor off the bed.

Without a seconds waste, you jump out of bed and run out of the bedroom. Yet the second you open and close the door, your blood freezes at the sight your met with. Fire, smoke and black silouttes staring right at you.

“(Y/N)!” You didn’t have time to question. You had to run now. With fear coursing through your veins and electric static slithering along your body, you ran past the silhouettes and into the fire and smoke.

The heat and smoke made it difficult to breathe but the broken rib hurt more yet here you were running as fast as you can. It caught you off guard when you started hearing voices coming from the silouttes. No, not voices, screams. High pitched screams started playing from each direction. Women’s, children’s, and men’s screams were all around you. Not even covering your ears stopped the loud horrific screaming. It sounded like they were in horrific pain and agony. Begging to be free from this etneral hell their suffering.

“Running can only get you so far (Y/N)!” Still covering your ears, you try to zone out his words. The broken rib causes excruciating pain as you run away faster. Who was this man chasing you? Where was your Kid? This couldn’t be him!

A baby crying has you uncovering your ears and your eyes widening. In these flickering flames and deblilitating smoke a baby was crying! You move to the sound of the crying baby, hoping it wasn’t hurt. Running through the flames, you look desperatly, trying to find it before the flames got to it. The flames were already licking at your uncovered skin so you couldn’t imagine what it’s doing to a baby’s sensitive skin.

Finally you see a bassonett right in the middle of a ring of fire. Small hands reaching out trying to grab anything. Running to the bassonett, you bend down and quickly to see the baby in it. But the moment you see the baby’s face, your blood goes cold.

There was no face.

Watching in shock and horror as the baby continued to cry out. It had no mouth how was it crying? Reaching out with a shaky hand you gently touch the baby’s chunky finger. It wrapped it’s little hand around your finger and you could hear it’s cry’s start to stop.

The heavy sound of Kid’s footsteps  quickly reminded you of your situation. Without another thought, you grab the bundled up baby and begin to run. The cries soon resumed as you run through the fire and smoke. The screams of the silouttes got louder with every step you took. You tried to cover the baby’s ears to protect it from the screaming. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, no need to cry, little one. We’ll be okay, alright? You’ll be okay.” Five fingers touched your scalp before the burning pain of your hair being pulled surged through your body. You were pulled back before falling on your butt. Opening your eyes, you try to see if the baby is okay, only to see it’s gone. Not in your arms, around you, and now its cries were gone. Like it never existed.

“Caught you, princess. Now let’s go.” Now it was your turn to scream as you tried to untangle his fingers from your hair.

“No! Let me go! Why are you acting like this?!” You feel Kid lift you to your feet, making you look up at him with watery eyes and a trembling bottom lip. He gives you a grin before responding.

“Oh, princess.” Moving his mouth to your ear, he whispers,

“I’ve always been like this.”

Your eyes blow open as you wake up in a cold sweat. Quickly sitting up, you move your head back and forth, preparing to see smoke and flames. Yet, to your delight, you were just met with the rest of the G-5 Marines, sleeping in their bunks peacefully. Placing your hand over your heart, you can feel your heart beat faster than ever.

With shaky breaths, you lay back down and stare at the ceiling. You’ve never had that nightmare before. Could it have to do with that you now know your pregnant you’ll start having more of those kinds of nightmares? Nightmares including a baby? Would the baby even have a face in the next dream? You didn’t know and didn’t want to know.

~~~

“I’ve never felt so much mischief fill my bones than right now.”

“It is pretty cool and funny.”

“Pretty funny and cool? It’s fucking awesome! I’ve got actual finger guns! Except they shoot electric shocks instead of bullets.” While training with Vice Admiral Smoker, you pretended to shoot a Marine who was passing by with your fingers, only for a shot of electricity to actually come shooting out of your fingers.

Smoker, you, and the Marine all stood there for a second to try and comprehend what happened before you started hyping yourself up for finding a new move you have. It has you counting how many moves you had and what names you should call them.

“Okay, so I have a move to cover my entire body with electricity. I’ve been able to make a ball of electricity when I focus hard enough and throw it. I got finger guns…and that’s it.” You thought you had more, but you just proved that you still have lots more to learn about your devil fruit capabilities. 

“Try making one of those electricity balls you were talking about.” Smoker's voice breaks through your inner thoughts.

“Of course! I’ve only done it once, so forgive me if it’s bad.” Taking a deep breath, you try to focus all your energy into your hands. If you did it once, you can do it again. Breathing in heavily, you feel the familiar tingling in your fingers.

Sizzling and snapping ring across the deck as you watch your hands do the same thing they did that night Heat told you, you had devil fruit powers. You can see your hands start to shake when the ball finally starts to materialize. Even with the ball being small as it is, it was difficult to make it stable. How did you do it so well the first time is unknown.

Just then, the ball exploded and the electricity shot out in all different directions. Thankfully no one got hurt but you immediately felt bad for putting other people in danger.

“Oh my god, is everyone okay!? I’m so sorry!” Smoker only crossed his arms.

“It’s fine. You might be able to make that a move, but it’s also dangerous to do around people. So practice that alone and do it when you're surrounded by enemies.” Nodding, you look down at your hands and see red burning lines along your skin. It must have been one of the downsides of your devil fruit. But the sound of a squawking paper bird has you looking up. The second you looked up, today’s paper came falling down before hitting you straight in the face.

“Ow! Damn bird!” Rubbing your nose, you grab the newspaper off the ground. Giving the bird the finger, you open the paper, and horror washes over you the moment you read the title.

‘Halyward Island Ransacked and Burned to Ashes by Kid Pirates!’

“What?! No way…” The picture that accompanied it was ruined buildings and smoke still fizzling from the ashes. Its monotone colors make the horror from the singular picture more gut-wrenching.

‘After recent news about Eustass Kid’s darling being spotted on Halyard Island, it seems the man himself decided to make an appearance to take back what’s his. But unfortunately, it seems his darling has already left the island! Some surviving islanders are mad that she came to the island while some don’t blame her. It’s a 50/50 split among the survivors. Will this be a one time thing or will any island be in danger if she’s spotted there?’

Lowering the newspaper, you look down at the ground with tears running down your eyes. You were completely silent as the tears slipped across your skin. Your hands shook as your horrified look tipped off Smoker and the Marine. It didn’t hit you that Smoker had taken the paper from your hands before you heard him cuss.

“What the fuck is this shit?! Ain’t no way they're blaming you for a pirate's insanity!” You see Smoker ripping apart the newspaper before throwing it overboard. He walked over to you with a stern look on his face.

“Listen here (Y/N), what happened on Halyard Island is not your fault. Journalists are all freaks who feed off the misery and suffering of others. Now tell me it isn’t your fault.” Letting out a few sniffles and shaky breaths, you repeat it back to him while wiping your tears.

“...it’s not my fault…”

“I didn’t hear you!”

“It’s not my fault.”

“Again!”

“It’s not my fault!”

“And don’t you forget it! We’re done for today.” Just like that, Smoker turns around and walks away. Leaving you and the Marine there.

“He’s right. It’s not your fault.”

“I should know that, but the guilt is killing me. It felt like I was looking at a picture of my home.”

“Maybe take a nap? Sleeping always makes me feel better, even if it’s just for a second.”

“I guess…” You rub your upper arm to soothe yourself as you make your way to the bunks. While being alone sounds nice to hide and cry, it also sounds horrible. It’d leave you with your toxic thoughts as the words on the paper replay in your mind every single second. You fear how true it was as you remember the little boy who came up to you. Was he okay? He was so sweet. You hoped he knew it wasn’t your fault.

When you made it to your bunk, you collapse on the bed and hold your stomach. A heartbreaking feeling overcomes you as the thought of the little boy getting hurt. He was a simple child, he shouldn’t have to deal with such destruction. Looking down at your tummy, you let out a shaky breath.

“Why can’t I accept it’s not my fault? I even tried disguising myself. If it wasn’t for the small gust of wind, then that island might still be okay.”

“I keep thinking about you and this whole pregnancy thing. I won’t lie to you. I’ve been thinking about once you're in the world, I was gonna put you up for adoption. It’d be better for both of us. I haven’t even met you, but I know you deserve a normal, loving home. A place where you can grow up without worries. A place you can grow up without me.” Your body begins to shake as more tears soon blur your vision. Biting your trembling lip, you try to collect yourself.

“I can’t take care of you. Not when I feel like I’m about to break down any second. I hate your father and want him to keel over and die. My hatred is something I don’t want you to grow up surrounded by. I want you to love the world. You could even try to change it for the better.” The silence after your words makes you let out a pitiful giggle.

“You're not even the size of an oreo, and yet I’m talking to you like you can hear me. God, I probably look so crazy talking to myself. Maybe I am crazy, maybe this is all a dream, and I’ll wake up at home. That’d be insane, huh? Everything I’ve ever known in the past two to three years just gone. And that's another reason why I cannot be your mother. I want that. I want this hell to be a dream. I want to go back to my home. Wake up and realize that this never happened.”

“I cannot be the mother of a child I dream doesn’t exist. I do hope you understand in the far future, why I’m making this decision. Please don’t hate me for it. I just want you to have a childhood so loving that your smile lights up a room. That even the worst of the worst can’t ignore or harm you in any way once they see your smile.”

“And while that smile is not something I can give you, know that I don’t hate you. I just know this is best for you. And what’s best for you…isn’t me.”

~~~

Another art piece lets gooo

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[starhvney]

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet laurance x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after your reserved dinner date fails last minute, you and your husband decide your anniversary is better spend together in the privacy of your home.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, established relationship, laurance and reader are married

𝐂𝐖: you both get slightly tipsy off of wine, suggestive ending

𝐀/𝐍: laurance please become real please i’m

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

laurance sighs, shutting the door of your shared home with a bit more force than normal. you two had returned sooner than expected, and not by choice. with your anniversary coming up, laurance had told you to relax and leave the planning to him. when this evening came, he had the both of you dress nicely and escorted you to the car, before driving the two of you to a fancy restaurant.

he had approached the host stand with an excited look in his eyes, asking her about the reservation he made. the excitement was not shared, as the hostess gave him a stressed look. 

“i’m so sorry sir, whoever made the bookings last week overlapped the days and now we’re completely packed. you probably won’t be able to get a table tonight,” she explained, her styled hair frazzled after probably getting yelled at all night by unhappy customers. “we can reschedule you if you want to come another day, and you’ll get a discount. i’m so sorry.”

laurance only shook his head, jaw clenched in irritation. “no, it’s alright, we’ll come back another time. i hope the rest of the night goes well for you.”

he proceeded to apologize to you on the way home, with a pout permanently etched on his features for the whole ride.

“hon, it’s okay! it’s not your fault.” you insist again.

“i know, but i just… wanted tonight to be special for you.” he groans, approaching you and hugging you to him with an exasperated sigh.

“it’s special just being with a man who cares about me so much.”

he rolls his eyes, still unsatisfied. you huff out a laugh at his sassy response, leaning up on your tiptoes to give him a short but sweet kiss. you feel his shoulders slightly untense as he leans down, chasing after your lips and frowning when you lean back.

“why don’t we make something nice here? i doubt that restaurant could beat your cooking anyways.” you suggest with a small grin. 

the hopeful look on your face was contagious as always to him, causing him to subconsciously smile back. 

“i’m pretty good, but i think you may be biased.” he chuckles, cheekily leaning down to kiss you again before turning you around by the hips to guide you towards the kitchen.

“alright then, what’s on the menu mrs.zvahl?” he questions, his voice lifting smugly at the title.

“i don’t know mr.zvahl, you’re the chef here.”

“i’m asking you what you want, silly.” he snorts, lightly veering you to the side as he inspects the fridge for ingredients.

“why don’t we honor your italian genes and have some pasta.” you poke his side and lean next to him.

he side eyes you with an unimpressed look, though the mirth shining in his eyes couldn’t be masked by his sarcasm. “if you want pasta, you can just say it.”

he turns his attention back to the fridge, humming as his fingers idly tap on its door. his eyebrows raise before he turns back to you.

“chicken alfredo?”

you nod with an excited smile, ducking under his arm to grab the rosé wine. laurance gathers the ingredients while you fill two glasses, before hoisting yourself up to sit on the counter.

watching laurance cook always mesmerized you. he did it with such ease, never hesitating to recall measurements or nervously checking if he was doing something right. he just knew. he was so confident about it, and it was so… attractive.

you glance up at his face only to realize he’s looking right back at you, his eyebrow raised as his lips turn down in a held-back grin. he totally caught you, but he doesn’t mention it as he turns his attention back to the boiling pasta and the chicken he’s pan-frying. 

“can you hand me the italian seasoning?”

you nod, grabbing the mason jar with a sliver of masking tape on it labeled ‘italian’ and handing it to him. it was his own personal mix of different herbs and spices, and somehow it was better than any store-bought one you’d tried. 

after helping him season the chicken, you slide off the counter and take a few generous sips out of your glass, humming and mindlessly trailing your hand along his back before you pace around the kitchen. along the wall is a small collage you had made a couple months ago, with pictures starting from when the two of you met in high school to your honeymoon trip.

you smile fondly at the flash photo of your younger teen faces. laurance has his arm tightly wrapped around your neck as he pulls you into a hug, his cheek pressed against yours as he cheeses into the camera. you shyly smile next to him, hands placed against his shoulder as you hug him back. you giggle to yourself at the memory, remembering how your heart had thudded in your chest as he pulled you in for the picture.

you don’t realize how long you’ve spent gazing at the timeline of pictures before you turn back, realizing laurance had already drained the noodles and mixed together the ingredients for the sauce. 

“so, chicken alfredo for dinner, and what’s for dessert?”

“you’ll find out,” he replies, the seductive rasp in his tone much too suggestive for the statement to be about an innocent surprise.

you nearly swish some of your wine out of your glass as you take another sip, cursing how your husband manages to fluster you even after all the years of dating and marrying him. you brush it off with a nonchalant hum, cuddling up next to his side again. 

you go to take one of the delicious-looking noodles, earning you a sudden smack to your behind before your hand even reaches the inside of the pot. 

“don’t,” he scolds in a teasing tone, “it’s not done yet. you’ll spoil the effect of the final product.”

“you’ll spoil the effect of the final product,” you mock him in a nerdy tone, finger raised in the air.

he leans down, lightly biting your cheek as he holds you in place. you squeal in response, smacking his chest before he draws back, leaving a bit of saliva on your cheek. you groan dramatically, wiping it off with your sleeve and pouting up at the man. he only challenges you with a “can i help you?” look, before leaning down to give you a sweeter kiss on the cheek and getting back to the final touches on the meal.

“go sit. i’ll bring your plate for you.”

you huff, before grabbing his glass for him and setting it at the table. from the dining seat, you watch as his arm and back muscles move and pull against his dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and tie loose. his dirty blonde hair hung over his eyes as he focused on plating your dinner, before he shook it out of his face and balanced both of your plates in his hands as he brought it over.

he sits across from you, face morphing from his serious and focused expression to a proud grin.

“see, why would i need a five-star restaurant when i have my own personal chef,” you muse, tapping his leg with your foot under the table.

he rolls his eyes, before trapping your legs between his.

“so that’s why you married me. i get it now.”

“oh whatever,” you wrinkle your nose at him. “so dramatic.”

you have to hold yourself back from scarfing down the whole meal at once as you practically salivate before and after every bite. you spend your meal in random chatter, feeling yourself grow warmer and cozier as your wine glass slowly loses its fill. 

when you’ve had your fill you get up, slinking around the table and making yourself comfortable in your husbands lap. he gladly scoots back, adjusting his hips and resting his hands on your hips.

“thank you for dinner,” you smile, before leaning in to give him a deep kiss.

he groans, panting up into your mouth as you feel something hard begin to press against your thigh. as soon as you pull away his arms hoist you up into a bridal carry as he stands up, the chair scraping against the wood flooring and utensils lightly clanging together from his sudden movement. you quickly steady yourself as you cling onto his shoulders, giggling as he quickly makes his way towards your bedroom.

“thank you in advance for dessert.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

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[muhwaa]

TACO TOWN — Business man

SYNOPSIS ꒱ Jake just wanted to buy some shrimp tacos for him and his friends. But instead, he left with one empty taco shell and a flustered face— and all because of a Taco Town worker named Y/N.

“…You’re here for an interview?” Jaemin asked, with an eyebrow raised at the boy who stood in front of him.

Jake, known by Jaemin as ‘Taco Shell Guy’, grinned. “Yes! Is the manager here?”

“I’m the manager.”

“Oh… Can I have an interview then?”

It was clear to Jaemin that he had never interviewed for any previous jobs. In a way he found it funny, but he didn’t want to hire Taco Shell Guy. It was just a feeling that Jaemin got from being around him.

Still, Jaemin couldn’t let his personal bias get in the way of hiring new employees, so he proceeded to lead Jake into the employees room and sat him down at the table.

Jaemin pulled out a notebook. “Okay, let’s start. What’s your full legal name?”

“Sim Jaeyun, but you can call me Jake.”

“I’ll stick with Jaeyun...” Jaemin sighed. He did not want to hire this guy. “Do you have a resume I can look at?”

Jake pursed his lips. “Did I need one?”

He was already annoyed with Jake, for a reason he didn’t want to confirm, but he had to stay professional so Jaemin just shook his head. “No, it’s fine. Can you tell me of any past work experience you’ve had?”

“Hm, well I used to babysit mom’s friend’s children!”

“So would you say you’re good with children?”

Jake chuckled, and then paused while nervously biting his lip. “No.”

“What about any hobbies you like to do?”

“Does soccer count even if I’ve been benched for most of the season?”

Jaemin nodded. “That still counts.” It was less impressive, but it was still a hobby. “How would you describe yourself in 3 words?”

At this, Jake perked up and snapped his fingers. “Jaeyun, certified, rizzmaster.”

“Okay… Why do you want to work at Taco Town?”

Jake opened his mouth to give the real reason, because he wanted to work with the cute girl who gave him an empty taco shell, but he figured that wasn’t the best decision. “Because I love tacos and also I love towns! So tacos inside of towns are my favorite kind, and towns with tacos are also my favorite. Therefore I want to work here.”

Jake pulled that out of his ass.

It seemed that he was a lost cause, or at least it was very unlikely Jaemin would hire Jake. It wasn’t as if Taco Town needed new workers anyways, and having someone as inexperienced and unlikeable (at least in Jaemin’s point of view) as Jake wouldn’t be of much help.

But Jaemin still had one question to ask, and he figured he might as well ask it before not hiring Jake.

“Okay, last question. Can you speak Spanish? It’s not a requirement for working here, but we do like to know if any possible incoming workers can communicate effectively with Spanish speaking customers as this is a taco restaurant.”

“¡Sí, en realidad puedo hablar español con fluidez! Estudié en Ecuador durante aproximadamente 2 años, y en ese tiempo pude perfeccionar mi español y realmente conectarme con la cultura.”

Jaemin blinked at him. He didn’t expect Jake to respond in fluent Spanish, and he certainly didn’t understand a single word he said.

Despite his past biases towards Jake, he was exactly what Taco Town was missing. He just needed a little bit of… shaping. But Jaemin would keep a close eye on him for a while.

“Congrats Jaeyun, you’re hired!” Jaemin gave him a thumbs up.

“Really?!” Jake gasped. “Now I can see Y/- I can be around tacos and towns all the time!”

Jaemin really had to keep a close eye on Jake, especially around a certain someone.

Jake was just lucky he could speak Spanish.

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[mc-lukanette]

Fit Like a Lover

Marinette emerged from behind the partition and twirled for effect, eagerly showing off her costume. "So? Do you like it?"

Luka was aware that he was a biased party, and he was fairly sure that Marinette knew that too. He could hear the trust in her voice, however; the knowledge that he'd be honest and still give her constructive criticism if it happened to come to him.

Thus, he went to walk a full circle around her, examining every inch of her outfit. If there was even a single rip, he was going to catch it.

"It looks incredible, Marinette. I can tell you made it yourself and put your whole heart into it," he said, noting the high quality and perfect fit. However, he frowned, squinting in deep thought. "But... what are you exactly?"

"Oh!" Marinette perked up, Luka thankful that the question hadn't offended her. "That's the best part!" She outstretched her arms, legs spread in dramatic fashion. "I'm not anything that existed before today! I thought for a while that I could do a witch but better, but then I thought—why limit myself to something like that, you know?"

He nodded, eyes fond as he admired her enthusiasm. Seeing her in her element without the usual stress that loomed over her was incredible for him, and he could only imagine how it must have felt for her.

"So—!" Marinette continued proudly, hands on her hips. "—I created my own fairytale, and I'm the creature from it! I... oh, wait."

She fumbled around, searching the various pockets and packs she had on her. With a soft, "ahah!" she pulled out a tiny booklet, opening it to show him.

It was an assortment of sketches, though they became more detailed - more certain of themselves - as the pages went on, finally extending to the written portion complete with pictures.

"It's about a creature who watches over a nearby village, and she gives them treats or tricks depending on whether they've been good or bad; sort of like a Halloween Santa Claus? I made some sweets to test out in school the other day too since it was the closest I could get to fitting with the theme. Some are tricks, some are treats." She grinned mischievously. "I may or may not have also tricked Adrien into giving one to Chloe so she'd eat it. It was a treat, but when she heard it was from me, she spent the whole day wondering if I poisoned her, so you could say it's a trick in its own way."

Gosh, he loved her so much.

He chuckled. "You're a genius, Marinette."

She wiggled her hips shyly at the praise, but he could tell that she was secretly glowing with pride. It was just like her to go all out with a costume, right down to making her own tricks and treats.

"What about you, Luka?" she asked as she put the tiny notebook away. She bounced excitedly in anticipation of his answer.

There was something else in her tone that told him that there was more than just idle curiosity, but he answered anyway, "My mom always uses Halloween to go all out. She doesn't need an excuse, of course, but she loves trying to outrank everyone else. Jule and I always help out."

"Oh wow!" Marinette giggled, clearly having some sort of mental image in her head. Luka imagined that even her imagination couldn't compete with the real deal. "That's okay then!"

"...Hm?" Luka blinked, confused at the statement. What was okay? Had he missed something? Perhaps Marinette was talking to herself? Or—"Wait, were you going to ask me to help you with anything?"

"Ah—" She made a face like she hadn't intended for him to figure that much out. "N-no, no! It's really alright! I can cut it out of the story, or maybe have a doll instead—"

"Marinette," he said steadily, still puzzled, "what do you mean?"

She blushed, hands fidgeting with each other at waist level. "Well... in the story, the creature is really lonely, so she makes herself a partner. I thought that it might be neat to have me be the creature and then get—" She hesitated. "—um, someone to play the other role."

"And..." Luka processed that, touched by the gesture. "You want me to do that?"

"I wanted to ask you first, so—" She put her hands on her face in embarrassment, peeking out at him from between her fingers.

Luka knew full well that it was more than that. If it was just that she'd asked him first and planned to get someone else, she would've made no other suggestion of cutting the partner out of the story entirely or getting a doll instead.

She'd been thinking of him specifically. There was no other explanation.

"I'd love to," he said immediately. It was impulsive, but he didn't take it back either.

In a delayed reaction, Marinette lowered her hands to look at him in surprise. "W-what? But—your mom—"

"Rose can help. They don't need me here, not really. I'd be happy to be your..." He swallowed. "myth partner, Marinette."

In truth, he didn't actually know if they needed him or not, but he'd eagerly risk a walk on the plank for this.

Marinette bit her bottom lip in response, more questions clearly lingering in her mind even as she shifted on her feet in excitement. Eventually though, the excitement won over and she squealed, jumping forward to hold his hands.

"Great! Thank you so much!"

"No, thank you," he replied.

Both of them broke into happy giggles at the idea of dressing up together. They could hardly wait.

——

It fit him. Well, Luka naturally expected the costume to fit him, because Marinette could get anxious at times but she was nothing if not a stickler for details. It wouldn't have made sense for her to ask him - and only him, he reminded himself with a faint blush - unless she knew that the costume would be comfortable for his build, especially since it was now the day of the party.

But it went further than that. It didn't just fit him, it fit him perfectly. He bent his legs and arms to test the material, but it really felt as though it was truly made with every line or curve of his body in mind. In retrospect, he should've been suspicious when Marinette took his full measurements back when she was making their Kitty Section costumes (none of which required full measurements), but still.

There was something incredibly intimate about knowing that Marinette knew his body shape and size down to centimeters, not helped by the fact that the costume had him decked out in his own colors.

"Luka!" Marinette called from the other side of the divider in her room. "How is it? I tried to make it with the softest, most comfortable fabric I could!"

Realizing that he'd been standing there stupidly just admiring her work, Luka's sense kicked back and he stepped out, arms spread to really show off his outfit. "It's perfect. I couldn't have asked for anything better."

Her face lit up upon taking him in, a squeal escaping her that she muffled with both hands. She was practically jumping in place and Luka had no place he'd rather be than right there with her.

If his mom or Juleka felt betrayed, they would have to deal with it.

"You look amazing!" Marinette exclaimed, Luka chuckling a bit at how it sounded like her complimenting her own work which—good, she deserved it. She even came closer to him, walking circles around him and occasionally touching him to test how the fabric hugged him. Clearly, she had no idea what effect she had on him, either ignoring or not hearing the surprised noise he made when she casually grabbed his side as a test.

"...Oh!" she gasped, realizing something. "There's still one piece missing! Hold on!"

Luka watched curiously - part of him thankful for the moment to breathe - as she hurried across the room, searching for something. She ended up finding it underneath her chaise lounge, protected in a small box, and Luka's lips parted in surprise when she brought it over to him.

A lyre, or at least a fake one. He took it in his hands, turning it every which way to get as close of a look as possible. The "musical partner" she'd spoken of in her story had not just any instrument, but a stringed instrument. He may not have ever played a lyre specifically, but everyone knew that stringed instruments were his forte.

Marinette placed her hands on the lyre as well, a few of her fingers overlapping his. Ducking her head shyly, she peeked up at him and explained, "T-the partner she makes in the story; he plays her music while she designs. They inspire each other."

Luka let out the breath he'd been holding ever since he'd seen the lyre in the first place. He could tell a rhythm when he heard one; he knew when all the notes came together to form a distinct melody, and this was one of those cases.

She asked him and only him to be her partner in this. She kept his measurements and thus the costume - that's also in his colors - fit him perfectly. The partner in the myth had a string instrument, and he plays music whilst she designs just like they did while working on Kitty Section costumes.

She designed the myth after both of them. Marinette could've chosen anyone to be a partner to the lonely creature and she made it him.

"Did—" He stopped to breathe again, his heart feeling so full that he suspected it was clogging something. "Did you really think I wouldn't say 'yes' to dressing up with you?"

"H-huh?" A beautiful blush spread across her face.

"There's no way I wouldn't," he insisted, moving the instrument away, Marinette's hands letting go of it while he grabbed one of said hands in reassurance. If she was a little overwhelmed, he was okay with that; she deserved to know that he was certain about this.

Marinette, meanwhile, was floundering for a response. "W-well, I know I made the costume before you even agreed, and I really did want you to wear it. The partner is really important for the story too, but..." She faltered, her fingers shifting nervously in his hand. "No, I really wasn't sure you'd want to?"

He matched her frown with his own. "Why not? It's such an original idea, Marinette, and I definitely don't miss being part of the Liberty for this."

She stared at the floor, her free hand closed tight and held to her chest. She chewed at her bottom lip whilst trying to form words, then explained carefully, "B-because it's a romance, so I thought it'd make you uncomfortable to dress up as much partner. If anyone asks, and I have to explain the myth, then they might think things, and..."

Luka shook his head. "I would never be uncomfortable around you; definitely not over that."

"Because you don't care what people think...?"

That was true, he supposed, but not the real reason. He just wasn't sure how much of that reason he could say. Keeping that in mind, he opted for, "Because the idea of people thinking I'm together with you doesn't bother me."

"...O-oh," she utters, the blush spreading further across her face. She seemed deep in thought and yet still so close to him.

Though, now that he'd answered her concerns, he had his own question. "What about you, Marinette?"

"Me?"

He nodded. "You were worried about me being uncomfortable, but why not you?"

Her lips pressed together, the soft pink that's always been so alluring for him disappearing briefly as she hesitated. "Well, I...I was thinking the same thing?"

"Really?" It's a stupid question, because it was virtually the only answer: she wasn't worried about the discomfort because she wasn't uncomfortable. Still, knowing that they were on a similar wavelength made him happy.

She nodded. "I'm so comfortable around you Luka. I thought... that it'd be okay if it was you. If people t-thought anything about us, then—" She shifted on her feet, looking at anything but him. "—I'd be honored, actually?"

Luka stared silently at her, heart pounding. Almost unconsciously, he went from holding her hand to intertwining their fingers, a gesture that Marinette easily reciprocated. He reciprocated easily, "I'd be honored too."

"You..." She finally looked up at him, blinking rapidly in shock. "What?"

"For anyone to think that we're together. I like the sound of that." He smiled warmly, even as she continued staring like she couldn't believe him. "I mean it, Marinette. You're unbelievably talented and pretty."

"U-unbeli—guh—" She recoiled from him and shook her head insistently. "Unbelievably talented?! Look who's talking!" She gestured (flailed her arms, really) at him. "You're talented too, and really handsome!"

Luka laughed in delight, blushing himself. "Thank you." She'd started pacing about with her warm cheeks covered by her hands, so he waited for her to slow down to add fondly, "I'm just glad you picked me, even if it's only playing a part for a day."

Immediately, she froze, hands lowering as she looked at him. It took a moment for Luka to realize that it could've been the wrong thing to say after he'd come on so strongly already.

"Ah... Marinette—"

"You don't have to," she said softly.

He paused, mostly out of confusion, and wondered where she got the idea that he wouldn't want this. Hands raised in defense, he replied, "No, I want to! That's not what I—"

"You can play longer," she whispered, staring at the floor like it was incredibly interesting all of a sudden. "Like a week, or a month..." She flicked her gaze up at him, his gaping mouth apparently not deterring her from continuing, "m-maybe forever, if you really want? It doesn't have to be play either..."

Thus, the melody reached its intended target. She had feelings for him—no, it was mutual. All the time they'd spent staring at each other, spending time together, and now dressing up as a pair had reached its logical conclusion.

Luka grinned like the love-struck fool that he was. He couldn't care less how silly he must've looked, standing there and practically shaking. The only reason he didn't jump at Marinette and hug her immediately was because he feared ruining their costumes somehow.

So instead, he approached, careful of her make-up as he took her face in his hands. His entire face was giving him away, and he could tell from the way Marinette's eyes sparkled.

"Yes," he said. "Forever sounds great."

"F-forever..." She was practically vibrating, even grabbing his wrists excitedly. "Y-yeah! I'll love you forever!"

Heat quickly washed over her face when she realized what she said, but she didn't take it back. Luka found it incredibly adorable that they'd already confessed and yet she was getting embarrassed blurting out "I love you"s at him.

Without another word, as if she thought she might say something else blunt and very much welcome by him, she silently reached further up, grabbing his hands from her face so she could slip her fingers in between his own. Luka observed the way she eyed him, looking from the floor, to his eyes, and then down from there where her gaze proceeded to linger.

It took him a moment to realize what she was staring at, helped by the way she stepped closer to lessen the gap between them. She swallowed, staring in a mixture of hesitance and longing, all while Luka tried to keep his heart under control. She wanted to kiss him.

However, just as she leaned up, the alarm went off on Marinette's phone, both checking to see that it was a warning telling them to head off to the party. Luka had genuinely forgotten all about it and, judging from Marinette's expression, she had as well. She seemed almost frustrated, though he couldn't tell if it was only the alarm or if she blamed her shyness for being unable to kiss him in time.

"I don't think there was a kiss at the end of your fairytale," he said lightly. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't have made the two characters kiss if the people they were based on weren't dating yet. He was giving her an out as well, not wanting her to feel pressured. There was time for all that later, surely.

That's when Marinette turned to him, brows furrowed like she was upset with him. Before Luka could ask what was wrong, Marinette's hand hit the alarm to shut it off. In an equally swift motion, she moved towards him again, arms wrapped around his neck as she got up on her tiptoes.

He went to call her name, but her nose brushed his and he was suddenly out of breath. Her gaze was firm even while her voice shook in that beautiful contrast of shy yet bold that he loved so much.

"I'll put it in as a footnote," she whispered.

Nothing more was said as she kissed him, and he'd already forgotten about attending the party at all by the time he kissed back.

#queuekanette #lukaneventte: No Context November #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette #event: Halloween

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Hi there! I saw you were taking requests so, if it’s okay with you, may ask for 23 and 99 with Taehyun please? I love your writing so much! It feels so real while reading, you’re so talented ToT Btw, do you have any bias/biases in the group? If so, who is/are? I don’t try to be rude by asking this but I’m sorry if I’m being too nosy T-T

Take care and don’t forget to drink water sweetie! 🌸

≡☆ 23.“it’s hard to get used to…” “what is?” “being someone that someone cares for…” + 99. “i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you” + taehyun

genre/cw: angst if u squint, really really suggestive, but so soft + comforting :(( bc im so soft for this man

wc: 1.0k

a/n: hello hello! ahhh omg thank you soso much!! you're too sweet, that's a such a big compliment :((( and yes i do have a bias!! im a taehyun girl from infinity to infinity haha but lately all of them have been getting to me,, esp gyu and kai :') it wasn't a rude question at all lovely, if you have anymore i'd love to answer!! here is your req, i hope you like it <33 forgive me bc i might be projecting a little in this one

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“y/n?”

you blinked, finally snapping back to reality at the sound of taehyun’s voice.

you were lost in thought as you sat on your couch, overthinking—as usual—so much so that you didn’t even hear him enter your apartment.

“hey,” he says, immediately picking up on your mood. he crouched down in front of you and holds your hands in his. “what’s on your mind?”

you blink a few times as your mind went blank.

truthfully, you did have a lot on your mind. but you struggled at voicing your feelings and concerns and it made you feel guilty because taehyun was someone who was so articulate and had a way with his words. your boyfriend was always reassuring you and knew exactly what to say. and while it should’ve made things easier, lately it mostly made you feel like you were a burden to him.

“you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, love.” he says and gives your hands a comforting squeeze. “it’s okay.”

"it's not that i don't want to tae! i... i just don't know how to." you mumble, avoiding his eyes.

he smiles sadly and moves to sit beside you, all while keeping a firm hold on your hands. "it's okay, whenever you're ready to tell me you can. don't force yourself. i'm always going to be here, ready to listen to you no matter what, okay?"

you finally meet his eyes as tears started to gathered in your own. your heart swelled at the way he was looking at you, with so much love and admiration that it made you want to scream. what did i do to deserve him? you thought.

one of his hands moves to caress your cheek gently. "y/n? you still with me?" he jokes.

“no- it’s just- wow," you shake your head in an effort to collect your thoughts. "this is.. it's hard to get used to…”

he frowns as his thumb swipes across your cheek comfortingly. “what is?”

“being someone that someone cares for.”

taehyun stops for a moment, a bit stunned at your sudden confession. he releases his hold on your hand and shifts into a cross-legged position so that he can face you properly.

"baby," he starts as his hand reaches to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. "you better get used to it because me, caring? it's gonna be a long time thing."

you pout, feeling your throat tighten with emotion. "taehyun..."

"i'm serious y/n. i will always care for you." he affirms and something shifts inside of you. you held so much love for the man that sat before you, but you knew that no amount of words could describe what you were feeling right now.

"i know I'm not good with my words but i care for you too. so much." you ball your hands into fists to hide the small tremors that shook them, and look straight into his eyes. "i love you taehyun. and i-i want to show you that. to show you how i feel but... i don't know what to do."

a small smile appears on his lips as his fingers move to grasp your chin lightly.

"then let me teach you." he says softly, before he pulls you to him to brush his lips against yours delicately.

warmth spreads throughout your body at the way his lips move against your own. your hands move to rest on his chest briefly before your arms wrap around his neck as the kiss grows more heated.

he pulls away to look into your eyes for a moment, both of your breathing heavy as you try to catch your breaths. he presses a hand to your cheek before his fingers trace down the side of your neck, stopping at shoulder. he pushes your shoulder down gently, which makes you fall back onto the couch slowly as your heartbeat sped up in anticipation.

taehyun hovered over you before he used one hand to grasp your left one as he placed it on his lower belly underneath his shirt. your eyes widen as all the heat rushes to your cheeks at the feeling his toned stomach underneath your fingertips.

"put one hand here," he whispers, as he guides your hand up his torso. he releases his hold to grasp your other hand, which he places at the back of his neck. "and the other here,"

he stops to look at you and he grins slightly, enough to show his dimple and your heart leaps in your chest. he leans closer to you until your noses are brushing.

"this is the part where you kiss me." he says against your lips.

you giggle before you pull him towards you, capturing his lips with your own in a familiar kiss. you hesitantly swipe your tongue along his bottom lip and he opens his mouth eagerly as you let your tongue explore his mouth.

your hand on his chest moves to wrap around his waist and you pull him against you when he starts to suck on your tongue. he groans into your mouth when his waist comes into contact with yours, and it only makes your hold on him tighten as you felt the heat rush to your lower half.

you both pull away for air as taehyun trails a few sloppy kiss down your neck.

"taehyun," you start, your breathing still uneven. your hands slide down his sides to grasp the waistband of his jeans. "i want these off,"

he lifts his head to look at you and his gaze darkens. "you're getting the hang of this now,"

you bite your lip in anticipation. "i'm kinda a fast learner."

he presses his lips to yours quickly before he gets off of you. his fingers reach for the zipper of his jeans but he stops and holds his hand out to you instead.

"let's take this to bedroom, yeah?"

your whole body ignites at his words, and he doesn't have to tell you twice as you practically leap off of the couch to wrap your arms around his neck.

"let's," you mumble against his lips and he attaches your lips to his hungrily and doesn't let go as he leads you to your room.

#≡☆ sia's requests #kang taehyun imagines #taehyun x reader #taehyun imagines #taehyun suggestive #taehyun smut #kang taehyun smut #txt suggestive #txt x reader #txt imagines #writing this made me so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 #these prompts were too good!! #thank u sm anon 🌸 #i hope this is what u wanted <3 #cafetxt #unedited!!

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What designers do you want to see jeonghan wear/etc?

when u start reading this u will understand the despair i felt when tumblr deleted my reply (just as i was finishing the margiela part) But we live… so okay i must warn you this is long and i made collages bc there was way too many pictures i wanted to show… One thing about me i don’t like to half ass things so i really hope you enjoy reading all this 🫶🏻 (this is one of my favorite questions i got asked EVER)

I wanted to start off with Jolo (Jeonghan solo) first just because i have that on my pinterest saved and Ready. You know i envision kind of fallen angel (1004) for one concept and venusian otherworldly beautiful man that it makes you uneasy for the other concept? Okay so first one some of the inspiration (versace ss02, mugler 84, givenchy (by mcqueen) haute couture 1997, mcqueen fw 06, blumarine ss24)

Second one i just think simone rocha all over… it would fit his whimsical looking ass…And this JPG look with the pearls AND the givenchy all white beauty just yes… Oh i adore.

Now let’s get into the Real Question. Need to make it clear that the fashion houses i mention are the ones i love (for myself aka it’s my taste aka the fits you see I ALSO WANT) so yes it’s biased a bit but i do always keep a tab on jeonghan so this is not something i just came up with… TRUST!

first of all i need to start with YSL (i just saw his ig story. Please) bc i BELIEVE that they will make him their muse. i just feel it in my intuitive soul and mind…. Anyway i already posted some looks i want to see him but it doesn’t hurt to get reminded. Sidenote i REALLY need to see him become part of snowflake community (i’m the president ofc) i just need to see him in a pretty šubara it is my right as his slavic woman…

peter do. I need him to hit up jeonghan… it’s possible like jeno walked for him can he please hop over to hybe i have a perfect person in mind…..

alexander mcqueen… that’s kinda a no brainer you know how much i love structured, sleek design of course i would love jeonghan in them too… Imagine his tiny waist in these just magnificent if you ask me…. And the little bunny bag. don’t even get me started on that i have ZERO words

now i know he is a very cozy man and likes his outfits to be baggy so much that you don’t even see his body. May i present him with some yohji yamamoto in my opinion he would rock everything AND would feel cozy and comfy like he does in his giant hoodies. Going with the cozy (bc i am afraid i will go over the picture limit) i have to (lump them together) and mention margiela - i am actually surprised i haven’t seen any svt man in tabis but there is still time 🫣 With that ofc comes early 00s hermes which is my favorite… (i didn’t post my f/w fits here bc i had other blog but i will this year and u will see what i’m talking about)

mugler… Let me not repeat myself the pictures can talk for themselves and in this case (bc again i got over the 10 pic limit) i gotta group him them with gucci (by tom ford it’s given) so we are talking maybe fw 96 with velvet suits or 1995 … Actually 1995 fits so well bc he is 95 baby okay okay SEE connections…. I need to be his stylist he would look so cunt.

i think schiaparelli would be good on him (manifesting. again if i could just have a word with his stylist.)

Had to delete anne demeulemeester paragraph i am sorry but this next collage was more important so it was a fight and anne lost. ANYWAY I would LOVE to see him in custom dilara findikoglu like imagine it says jeonghan dangling… similar to this i would love for him to have a todd oldham shirt with his name like nadja does here (a big cozy shirt bc he’s so difficult abt it…) This egonlab outfit i adore i had it saved i think it would suit him perfectly. and this haider ackermann leather wrap coat. and this vivianne westwood winter hat. and this 2123 shirts. And i think i should stop now before someone euthanizes me!

This got SO long i could talk about this for ages and i am sorry if this was all over the place i would make a powerpoint presentation if i had time. but i need to stop myself from exhibiting signs of mental illness on my dear blog. But i hope this was fun to read… I hope 🫶🏻

#I think i am insane #ask #grace 💎 #mb

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i’ve been having some fascinating talks about implicit bias and fandom lately (and implicit bias in fandom) and i only see this stuff really discussed in certain circles where the facts don’t need to be laid out, so i wanted to sort of break it down for anybody who hasn't already seen somebody do this.

okay, so: to start. 

to be flippant, implicit bias is when you Do A Bigotry and you don’t even know it.

i’m gonna focus in on race here because i’ve got the perfect example, but for reference implicit bias covers a wide array of biases and assumptions made about any given group of people, usually thanks to cultural cues or training, etc.

back when falcon and the winter soldier first aired, something fucking fascinating happened.

because one of the things i will say the show did pretty well, especially early in the season, was portray a constant stream of microaggressions and instances of implicit bias aimed sam’s way. it was one of the reasons i broke a years long marvel break and actually bothered to check it out.

in the first episode, there's a scene where sam and his sister sarah visit a bank and attempt to get a loan. the white teller recognizes sam but assumes it must be because he used to play college ball at lsu, when sam says he’s the falcon and turns on the shine to try and get this done the guy just goes ahead and takes a selfie without asking, there's some pretty realistically uncomfortable ‘ah yes, my brother, i too am down!’ bullshit, he talks over sam a bunch and won't let him talk about his plan for the business that would be a reason to give them a loan, then he acts like it’s sam’s fault being an avenger didn’t come with a paycheck and talks down to him about it in a million ways, acts like sam is a charity case and not a fuckin hero, and then is like well it’s just you see. you did not exist for five years, and you did not earn money during that time, and even though you qualify for a loan by the ‘old terms’ there are just so many more people now, sooooooo they just don't seem like good candidates for the loan. not gonna happen.

sarah says she knows it’s about their race; the teller is REAL FUCKIN OFFENDED. he says ‘whoa, easy there, i’m on your side’ in a tone of voice i don’t think i need to describe much, because when a white guy tells a black woman anything that starts with ‘whoa, easy there’ (especially because she was like, okay well that’s racist though) it’s kinda obvious how he said it.

and then, because why not: he asks sam for another selfie, this time with sam posed differently because apparently that first one he took without asking permission was not good enough.

so: i went well jesus. that’s pretty blatant. woof, with the flood of racism. that was like a neon sign.

and then i went online. and to be clear: some people talked about the racism! but it was not a majority of fans.

there was one major category of response i found... somewhat frustrating, but very understandable nonetheless: a flood of canon-based ‘um, ACTUALLY’s about how tony (or pepper) would never forget to support the avengers, or how could tony what a dick, etc etc etc.

almost none of that seemed to mention the racism busting through every seam.

and, look: i’m a pedantic little fucker. back when i consumed comics i was an x-men kid, so this was not my canon rodeo enough to even start being pedantic, but i really do understand that urge.

however, that response missed the entire point of the scene— that sam and sarah live through the endless indignities of racism, that the teller rejected their offer despite the fact that their family had been using that bank for ‘generations’ and the teller knew it, and though he did not know it consciously, he did it because they were black.

which leads me to the second school of thought, and the one that is still pissing me off to this day, a little bit.

fans arguing: okay, but that wasn’t racist! he just denied the loan because there is so much going on. why would you say he was racist? he didn’t say anything racist.

this was so mainstream an opinion the creator of the show had to clarify on twitter: no, folks. that guy Did A Racism.

and i still see people arguing the point sometimes and saying he’s wrong! still! even though he created the show and wrote that fictional man into being!

to this day, there are an odd amount of people who want to argue it’s not racism unless it’s on purpose, and it’s also not really racism until somebody uses a racial slur.

which is... you know, just sort of empirically wrong, but also stealthily loops back around to reinforcing white supremacy.

because, okay, if racism only exists in the most horrible margins and we accept that definition, who does it benefit? who wins and who is actually in control, when we decide that until the hate is so blatant those who set cultural standards go: yep, they did a racism. i see it now, it doesn’t count?

the exact wording on who wins i will leave tactfully in subtext, but i will say this: implicit bias is one zillion percent racism, and part of the reason that kind of subtle racism is so hard to even start to talk about is because people can lean into ‘well maybe they didn’t MEAN that’ or ‘i just think you're reading into it’ or ‘it’s not THAT bad’ or ‘it was just a mistake!’ etc etc etc into forever. 

basically: white supremacy’s second best tool right after violence is silence. that’s why ‘silence is violence’ is such a handy phrase. it’s snappy and it’s true. 

#honestly it's been great to break this shit down in messages #fandom spaces are lovely and also have their problems #getting to talk it out has been Part of This Too

[likesomekindofcheese]

Hey! Just recently finished The Great and frankly I’m also upset about Grigor’s relationship between Georgina and Marial, of which I haven’t liked her character since the beginning of the show and can’t seem to fathom why he loves her. Anyways, I can’t seem to find the post where you explain why you don’t like it, and if you haven’t written/posted it, I’d love to see why!

*cracks knuckles*

Hi there! I don't think I made a whole official post about why I don't like it outside of jokes. So let me explain why here. To get one thing over with, it was a personal thing. Gwilym Lee was my celebrity number one husband-boyfriend crush for ages. I began watching The Great for him. And of course I wrote lots of Grigor x reader fics to channel my imagination and lust. So when he became a cheater in season 2, out of nowhere, without any warning...it was a shock. I tried to think through it, justify it, but it never did. It felt like even in my fantasies, I wasn't safe. I wasn't good enough. The minute I slipped up in a romantic relationship, I would be cheated on as punishment. I had panic attacks and couldn't sleep and cried for days. I couldn't even look at the show or images or of Grigor for without crying. It was as if...I was the one cheated on. I literally had to get therapy because it bothered me so much.

Okay, now that this is done, here is my personal take of why Grigor/Marial is bad as a pairing. Also, this is just me being biased and my personal take, so if you ship the pairing...eh, good for you, all the more power to ya. This post isn't for you.

Let's move onto the foundation. I've discussed it a lot with the Queen and legend @ladystrallan but here it is for all y'all. The Big reasons why. Starting with the most important one.

Reason #1) Marial does not actually give a shit about Grigor's well-being and happiness.

Often in fanfics, when Grigor cheats on George, it's because he is sad about George and the OC or Reader or whoever is worried about him. They want him to be happy, wanted, loved, and valued, and chosen. Marial does none of those things. It's never about "how can I help this poor little meow meow feel better?" It's about "what can he do for me" like she's the damn rat from Charlotte's Web.

Reason #2) Marial does not respect Grigor

If Marial did respect Grigor, she would listen to what he says. She would not blab to Catherine about Peter having sex with and accidentally killing her mother. In season 3, when Peter dies- Grigor is sobbing and in a grieving state for his best friend. Marial on the other hand is celebrating his death like the munchkins celebrating a house dropping on the wicked witch in The Wizard of Oz. Let's put it this way- if someone who you loved, someone you were very close to dropped dead out of nowhere, would you want to date someone who celebrated the death as good thing? No. If she did respect him, she would support him in his grief. She would keep her trap shut. Even if she personally didn't like Peter...she would still be there for Grigor's struggle of losing his friend. At the end of the day...Marial will betray her bestie to become a lady again. She is only on her own side and no one else's. She gets some Pet The Dog moments with the serfs...but not with anyone else she has interpersonal connections with at court.

Reason #3) The Affair is selfish.

Marial does none of these things. She starts the affair not because she is worried about his well-being, or happiness, or respect or selflessly genuinely loves him...she starts it because 1) he was a former fling, 2) she is rich again and she can, and 3) to spite Georgiana. Grigor kind of wants to feel happy and alive again- but it's bc George is away from him!

I understand that fiction is not reality. We can use fiction to discuss taboo things. Or even admit that we fantasize about things we know are ethically wrong. It says nothing about us. Just because we fantasize it or like it in fiction doesn't mean we like it in real life. But...

Reason #4) The Writers paint Georgiana's affair as bad and Grigor's affair as good.

We have all of season one to see how much it hurts Grigor to see his wife be Peter's mistress. And I'm not going to pretend it is entirely good. But Georgiana does get a few lines in season 1 after the poisoning that she kind of...HAS to be Peter's mistress. That their high social standing and wealth comes from their close friendship with Peter that in no ways should be tampered with. And this includes the complete lack of boundaries with Georgiana, because he is the absolute ruler emperor. Like that line in Six The Musical- If Peter says it's you, it's you. As far as I know, Peter and Georgiana is consensual other than the implied power balance and she's lucky she likes Peter and he's a good lover. In fact, back in the day, men WOULD offer their wives as missteress to the king because you could get a huge castle and lots of lands and money from it! That's what Mary Boleyn's husband thought when Henry VIII made her his mistress. You don't technically have a choice- might as well make the most out of it.

Yet the writer(s) paint Georgiana as bad and frame Marial as good, as something that Grigor needs to heal (it ain't), that she is his true love (blech) all without taking a big look in the mirror. They don't know how to handle a complex woman as Georgiana but they think framing Marial as a girlboss makes it better (yuck).

On a related note...imagine if we switched the genders? If Grigor was Georgette and Marial was Mark, we have Georgette being lonely and swept up in her exes charms. Giving everything to Mark, even when he crosses her personal boundaries. Despite this, she keeps running back to him, swearing she'll marry him even though he hates her recently dead bestie and doesn't comfort or support her mourning.

If that was the case, there would be riots! People would be all "omg you deserve better! My poor baby! Dump his ass, queen!" But...no. Since we have Miss GirlBoss (tm) Marial, this toxicity is apparently okay.

Reason #5) Grigor's love and loyalty to his wife was part of what made his character so endearing in the first place.

It's like if Peter said "fudge" instead of "fuck," but we all fell in love with Count Dymov because he loved his wife so much. That is why there are so many Grigor fics out there. Becuase the depth of love he has not only for Peter...but for Georgiana. It's not the issue that his honor as a man is insulted to have his wife sleep around...it's because he is genuinely heartbroken and sad about it. That he loves her that much. And that he loves Peter that much too. He's crying when he tries to put a pillow over Peter's face to suffocate him. In fact, Georgiana does care about his well being despite the whole mistress stuff. When he gets scruff out of rebellion, she knocks him out and tenderly gives him a shave. They tease and flirt with each other. She sits on his lap. Who wouldn't want a relationship where you are that wanted, adored, and unconditionally loved? In fact, their only conflict was Peter. If it wasn't for Peter, they would have an idyllic, wonderful marriage. Look up The Great on TV Tropes- they are listed as "Happily Married."

So him having an affair on Georgiana, to where he is given an option to KILL GEORGIANA and abandon her for Marial felt egregiously out of character.

This is not why i signed up. I wanted him and Georgiana to heal and grow and triumph in their love, especially as the series went on and Peter focused more on his romantic relationship with Catherine to where that WAS the show.

So yeah...those are my two cents.

#the great #the great hulu #tw: cheating #grigor dymov #georgiana dymov #the great tv show #gwilym lee #phoebe fox #charity wakefield #anti marial/girogr #or #anti marial/grigor

[yellowhollyhock]

Hey since you’re the Donnie expert would you say this is ooc for him? https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2181404/1/In-Between

Ooh I’ve actually seen this fic before and I enjoyed it. Donnie is written well, especially for it being a time of stress, he’s withdrawn, passionate about his beliefs, annoyed with verbal conflict. Looks like Donatello to me

Now, personally, I find Raph to be a little out of character. I think I get why, though, he had a role to play in the story and I don’t think it would have stung the same coming from someone else?

This got long so I’m putting in a cut

So Raph. Maybe I’m wrong, I mean he’s stressed out too having just lost their home, but I don’t think he would just straight up call Donnie a coward unless he was specifically provoked (and maybe not even then, he seems to have a soft spot for Don). Also if he did, I think Leo would say something. But maybe that’s just because I always see those two as perfect, lol. Idk I feel like this fic was really giving Donnie the front seat, and maybe the others got a little flattened to fit into the background, if that makes sense? Which, you know the show(s) do that too sometimes, when one character has their turn to shine the others act for Plot even if their personalities have to bend a little. Not so much in 2003 though (I am biased)

I also personally think Donnie was a lot more affected by Kirby’s disappearance, even though he knew he was safe. I think he still would’ve worried about the life Kirby left behind and probably felt responsible. I mean, this is the turtle who saw Angel get hurt in the Darkness Within episode, and while I personally (as you might know if you’ve seen my posts about Donnie) headcanon them being close later, he didn’t know her well at that point. He gets attached to people quickly and feels immediately responsible for them. We see that with the whole Underground City arc that came just before this as well.

I personally see Raph and Don as being very close, that’s a pretty big thing in the fandom actually. But I can respect that the family dynamics look different depending who’s watching, and that not all family dynamics can be shown in one fic (I have one myself that centers around Raph and Leo fighting even though I always keep saying I wanna see more of their friendship and less needless conflict). I guess I just can’t see the Raph and Donnie I have in my head failing so spectacularly to listen to each other. Then again, they are teenagers, but then again again they’re very mature for their age, especially when it comes to each other. But then again again again, they’re in a very stressful situation and most adults wouldn’t be at their best.

I feel like I have not given anything close to a clear answer. Here is a sentence: good fic, good Donnie characterization, did Raph a little dirty imo.

I looked at some of the other fics by this writer and there’s some really good stuff. I think I just see Raph as more mature than this writer generally seems to. Idk there are probably other Raph lovers reading my fics wondering what I did with his temper. In canon he always seems reasonable to me, even though I know he is supposed to come across as a hothead. In my head he’s only mad when people deserve it, it’s not that he get mad real easily just that when he does he has a hard time self-regulating. So it is a little off putting for me to read about him coming after Don for what seemed like no reason. But you know, sometimes with siblings it is like that. Reasonable people have off days and there’s no place like home to be at your worst (idk about you guys but my friends wouldn’t believe the things my siblings had to put up with).

Okay overall straight answer lemme try: this is a good well written fic. Donnie is in character. The rest of the brothers, especially Raph, seem a little ooc to me. To be fair I’m a little bit obsessed with Raph and Donnie’s dynamic, so I have strong opinions, but at the end of the day they’re just that: opinions.

#tmnt 2003 #dongel #barely but I’m tagging it #it’s not like I’m gonna clog up the dongel tag 😂 #you asked about Donnie and a talked about Raph #lemme try a short answer one more time: yes Donnie is in character #I would write him and Raph being closer but that’s just me being how I is #I’m not good at straight

[rekikiri]

Hey, I've been thinking about reading all for the game but I really don't know if it would be my kind of books. Would you like to try to convince me? What is it about? (themes, vibes, similar books...) (the synopsis doesn't really tell me anything)

Hi okay! I’m going to preface this entire thing with read the content warnings before you decide if you want to continue. Here is a list of all the content warnings and here is a spoiler free list.

If you have read the warnings and still would like to proceed, here are some of my favorite things and reasons id give for why you should read it.

I’m listing a few none content reasons that I think they are good. These are perks not directly relating to the books and the reading of them.

Some non-book content reasons to read

I think this would be a good plus for you: I would personally lump Neil Josten in with the Percy Jackson type of main character. Both are unreliable narrators who are sarcastic, unaware of their own abilities, and also self aware of their own idiocy (affectionate). Plus, oblivious as hell.

First major point is that getting the books is cheap, even if you want the audiobook. They are very cheap on kindle. Like I’m talking about The Foxhole Court is free, then The Raven King and The King’s Men are $0.99 USD each. (And, if you like audiobooks, you can add the audiobooks onto that for $7.49 USD each). So they’d total out to about $1.98 USD for all three books on Kindle, and if you did audiobooks too it’d be around $25 USD for all three. (You could also get the audiobooks later, the discount for it on audible works even after initial purchase).

Second, the fan content is exceptional. This is actually the thing that made me finally just go ahead and read them. The fan art? The fan fiction? Fuck its fantastic. I may be biased as a huge fan of the series but I truly think the overall quality of the fan content in the aftg fandom is better than a lot of other fandoms. It’s so damn good. And if you decide to read and want to find fanfiction after, I have plentyyyy of recs I could give you.

^ along with that, I have found so much awesome merch. My aftg merch collection brings me great joy every time I look at it.

Also! A lot of extra content from the author, if you decide you want more info on them.

A couple books/series (according to google and the opinions of others)

I see a ton of people who read AFTG also read the raven cycle series by Maggie stiefvater, which is on my TBR.

Captive Print by CS Pacat. I haven’t read this, but I have seen it on multiple lists

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ACTUAL CONTENT

I’m going to get into this, and if you have questions before you read or while you read (should you choose to do so), my DMs are open. I have read this series sooo many times, I can probably answer a lot of them.

Here is an explanation I would give, I will try to be spoiler free but I apologize if I give a bit too much away. I will also try to keep it short, but if you want more in depth or are okay with spoilers, again, let me know and id be happy to go more in depth. This isn’t a very polished explanation, I wrote this after taking my meds. Please excuse errors.

Anyways. Neil Josten is an Exy player (Exy is described as, “a bastard sport, an evolved sort of lacrosse on a soccer-sized court with the violence of ice hockey.”) The plot of the story is that he is on the run from his father, and he ends up in Arizona in a high school his senior year. He plays Exy to have something to do, and he ends up catching the eye of Kevin Day (who he met before leaving). One thing leads to another and they end up on the same team. The old team that Kevin Day was on was run by the Moriyamas, who are part of the yakuza, and they are obsessed with getting Kevin back. So a huge aspect of the plot is everyone trying to protect him from them, and Neil is trying to not have his real identity discovered. In his situation, if anyone finds out who he is, he is a dead man because his serial killer father will kill him so he is trying his best to stay alive while finding a place among the Foxes (the team he joins) for as long as he has.

There is a canon queer romance, and there are numerous canon queer characters. There are numerous gay characters, as well as a demisexual character. Though to make it clear, the romance is slow burn. Like since we are from Neil’s pov, it might seem kind of sudden but it is mostly because he is oblivious and doesn’t notice a lot of his surroundings.

But! I love this series so much. I love it, but if you start reading and end up not liking it/find it too much, that is totally fine. The series isn’t for everyone, and the triggers along could be enough to not want to read. Plus! If you have anything you specifically want to skip content wise, message me. I can tell you where to skip + a summary of what you skipped. I did this for a friend of mine on a specific chapter that was just too much for them.

#I hope this helps!!! #sorry its so long and I’m sorry if it doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense #if you have anything else to ask pls do so! #aftg #fresasconsal asks #hope this helps!!! and please let me know if you choose to read #the brain rot is real for this series bro #andreil

[haltandcatchfiretothemax]

FEMSLASH FEBRUARY #7: In which Cameron and Donna plot revenge, once again

[CN: references to sexual assault and harassment in film; death of a minor character and sexual harasser]

[CN: references to use of CBD and THC] . . It was a Friday night, and Cameron and Donna had put on their pajamas, laid out a spread of snacks and beverages, and retreated to their media room for a screening of Promising Young Woman. They were sitting on the couch together, under a large, shared blanket.

Cameron popped a CBD gummy into her mouth and said, “I understand that this movie was triggering for some people, and that a lot of people just didn’t like the end, but, I don’t know. I get it. I feel it. I’d love to ruin a terrible, violent man’s wedding.”

“Same,” Donna said. She took a drag from her vape pen. “We also might be kind of biased though. We’ve ruined a couple men’s careers.” Then, she started to laugh hysterically. “Oh my G0d, Jacob Wheeler had to resign because you ruined that presentation!”

Cameron started to laugh with her. “I forgot about that!”

After a few minutes of watching the movie, Donna said, “Seriously, though. There are guys from when I was in school and from when I first started working who I would find and quietly destroy now if I could.”

Eyes wide, Cameron said, “Hunt Whitmarsh!”

“No,” Donna shook her head, “he didn’t sexually harass me or hurt me, he just, you know, tricked me.” She thought about it, and said, “Okay, maybe Hunt. But there are other guys higher on my list, who definitely deserve to be publicly outed and shamed for their misconduct.”

Cameron narrowed her eyes. “Two words. Harpor Capital.”

Donna sat up and whacked Cameron’s arm with her hand. “YES. Exactly!”

“I should’ve let you tell them off,” Cameron said. “I nearly slapped that guy for what he said about your lipstick.” She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, angry all over again despite how many years had passed.

“No, you were right to drag me away,” Donna conceded. “It wouldn’t have made a difference.”

“I don’t know,” Cameron said. “Embarrassing them in front of a restaurant full of venture capitalists and other tech people having meetings might have made them think twice.”

“Maybe,” Donna shrugged.

Then, Cameron said, “We should have jumped them.”

Donna cackled, “Jumped them? Yeah, I’m sure I would have been an unstoppable powerhouse in my pencil skirt and kitten heels.”

Stubbornly, Cameron insisted, “We could have taken them. One of them was shorter than you and the other one, the bigger creep, was in his forties, drunk, and nowhere close to being in fighting shape. One good ostrich kick and I could have sent him into the next week.”

The image of Cameron as an ostrich, which Donna secretly thought of as Cameron’s totem or power animal, flapping her wings and screeching and kicking, and a man flying through the fabric of time and space into the future, made Donna dissolve into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

“You’re all loopy now, but I saw the way you went after Hunt at COMDEX,” Cameron said. “You probably could’ve done some real damage. Some kind of facial scar, or something.”

Donna kept laughing, and sank into her seat and further under their blanket. Then, she abruptly stopped, paused the movie, and grabbed Cameron’s arm. “We should look them up now. We should find Mac and Tim from Harpor Capital! And then we can figure out how to put them out of business!”

Cameron’s eye’s widened. “Oh my G0d, Donna. You are so right! We should find them right now!” She reached for Donna’s tablet, which was sitting on the coffee table, and put it in her lap. Donna handed her vape pen to Cameron, opened her browser, and searched for ‘Harpor Capital’ ‘San Francisco.’

There were no results for a Harpor Capital in San Francisco, though there were many results for various Harper Capitals in other cities. “You think maybe they’ve already closed down?” Donna asked.

“It could just be that search doesn’t even work anymore,” Cameron groaned.

Undeterred, Donna searched for ‘mac harpor’ ‘harpor capital.’ An obituary popped up.

Cameron took the tablet from a stunned Donna and said, “Holy shit.” She clicked on the link, and skimmed the obituary. “This says he died in a skiing accident.”

“It does not say that,” Donna scoffed. She snatched the tablet back, and then saw it there for herself: Mac Harpor had skied into a tree, passed out, and died of exposure. Donna stared at the article for a minutes before letting out a snort.

Cameron started to bark with laughter, and Donna joined her. After a minute, Donna insisted, “We shouldn’t laugh!” through tears.

“I’m not laughing because he’s dead even though that’s great, I’m laughing because you started to laugh!”

“Here, let’s look up the shorter creep,” Donna said, taking the tablet back again. She typed ‘Tim Henkel’ ‘Harpor’ into the search bar, hit enter, and watched the results come up. She started to laugh again as soon as she saw them.

“What?!” Cameron grabbed the tablet and looked at it, and started to laugh again, this time doubling over before she could even comment. “Conspiracy to commit wire fraud!” she finally managed to sputter. “He’s doing twenty years in the fed! I love this song!”

When they finally stopped laughing, Cameron frowned. “I guess we can’t ruin them, they beat us to it. Unless we wanna have Tim shanked, which, I’m not really willing to go there.”

“Yeah. Definitely not worth it,” Donna shook her head.

Cameron turned to look at Donna, and smiled. “You wanna watch Gone Girl next, maybe?”

“Yes! I love that idea!” Donna exclaimed. She put the tablet back on the table, reached over and hugged Cameron, and kissed her cheek before grabbing the remote, and hitting play.

#we all needed and deserved closure #which we rarely get in real life and that's why the end of promising young woman is like that #femslash february #femslash feb 2024 #fan fic #cameron howe #donna clark #donna emerson #(the now defunct) harpor capital can go chug a douche!

[becauseimanicequeen]

RANDOM THOUGHTS: Two Worlds ep. 1

This is technically my second watch. However, since I wanted to make posts about my random thoughts on each episode of this series, I decided to start over. So, here are my random thoughts on this first episode:

The logo for the series is really pretty with the red and blue creating that infinity symbol.

I always appreciate some fantasy/supernatural aspects. It was actually one of the reasons I wanted to watch this series, along with Max and Nat being in it.

Khram will always have a special place in my heart for the sole reason that he’s an artist. Yes, I’m biased like that.

Khram being more interested in painting than that girl talking is so me.

That girl getting pissy for Khram being more interested in painting shows they’re not a good match. I don’t care that they haven’t seen each other for two weeks. Painting is clearly his thing. She could take a seat next to him and watch him paint. How fascinating wouldn’t that be?

I love that Khram’s dad is an artist as well.

Naked Phupha. 5 minutes into the series, and we’ve already gotten some bare ass.

Khram referring to past Phupha: “That little brat?” I wonder how small Phupha was when they met as kids. Either way, he’s really grown up, hasn’t he?

I love feisty Khram. Nat always has a knack for playing feisty.

I also love the pretty nature shots.

The first time I watched this episode, I thought that the man sleeping against the tree was Phupha. But it turned out to be Thai.

A person who appreciates art will always have a special place in my heart.

Phupha looks so gorgeous in blue, btw.

That hug from Khram, after Phupha practically said he was lonely, was so sweet.

Phupha literally said: “Draw me like one of your French girls.” At least that’s what I heard.

Shirtless Phupha.

Practically naked Phupha.

The way they’re looking at each other…

Fucking mosquitos. Ruining that moment is illegal.

However, we did get Khram rubbing repellant on Phupha’s body. So, I might forgive the mosquitos.

Okay, to be a bit more serious… Why is Phupha bringing up the legend about the “portal” in this scene? Is it because he knows it’s true? Is it because he knows what’s going to happen? Or is it just a foreshadowing of Khram entering the other world because of Phupha?

That kiss!

I love the chemistry between Khram and Phupha. Their openness and vulnerability with each other… Beautiful.

(Btw, I don’t care about shipping culture, so I don’t mind actors changing “partners”. And in this particular case, I’m really enjoying Gun and Nat together.)

The way Khram is lying there on his bed, thinking back to the kiss, while smiling is so cute.

Phupha: “I’m most myself when I’m with you.” He’s falling hard, isn’t he? And, even better, it’s reciprocated.

These boys are making me emotional (I’m partially blaming my current migraine for this).

Phupha giving Khram that necklace is pretty much the same as giving him an engagement ring (at least in my mind).

How can these two be so hot, funny, and cute at the same time? I’m getting whiplash here.

Props to the girl who broke her engagement (or soon-to-be engagement) with Khram after learning he’s in love with Phupha. However, considering this is a BL, I have a bad feeling it won’t be that simple. I’ve seen too many BLs where female characters have been reduced to evil and desperate wreckers to believe this is the end of her and Khram. I hope I’m wrong about this.

I’m sorry, but Max is hot as a baddie.

Hey, Jao, don’t you point that fucking gun at Khram!

Honestly, I don’t think Phupha’s dad would raise him and take care of him all these years only to kill him as soon as the truth of Phupha’s real dad came out. And if he was behind Phupha’s death, there has to be some other reason for it, right?

This was a good start to the series. I’m already enjoying the chemistry between Khram and Phupha, Max being a baddie, and the beautiful nature shots.

#two worlds #two worlds the series #thai ql #thai bl #thai series #my shit #iq random thoughts

[katsukidynam1ght]

(long post)

alright at this point i’m just begging for a fight i really am. please for the love of fuck i need dopamine

but anyways. here’s a hot take for you that i guarantee at least 90% of the fandom (and the internet as a whole) will disagree with me on:

forgiving your abusers is a good thing to do.

here let me say it again in case you missed it:

forgiving your abusers is a good thing to do.

i can hear you now

oh, but kats, surely you don’t know what abuse is! but kats, forgiving people is hard! but kats, abusers don’t deserve forgiveness! but kats but kats but kats but kats—

shhhh. shh. shut up. shut. no.

i’m not saying welcome them into your life again with open arms and heart on your sleeve. that’d be stupid. i’m not saying you’ve gotta love them. i’m not even saying you’ve gotta like them! i’m not saying to beg them for a knife in your back and people please your way to hell.

i’m saying Forgive Them.

i’m saying look at what they did and recognize no, that wasn’t okay. but i don’t need to let it change who i am. i’m more than what i went through and i can move on from this and not let anger consume me anymore.

so let’s look at an example of this in mha, right?

deku forgiving bakugou.

bullying sucks. it can make your life hell. it can make you hurt real bad. it can be traumatizing. it can make you want to, oh, i dunno, take a swan dive, you feel me? it’s not a pleasant experience and it’s pretty damn awful. you’re being bullied, and you think the world is ending, and you’re wondering why everyone seems to hate you, and you don’t know what to do anymore.

and then you grow up. you get a little older, and suddenly you don’t feel so small anymore, and you look at what happened to you and who did that to you and it doesn’t hurt so bad. know why? because you realize they were kids too. those bullies? they were kids too. they were human too.

and it doesn’t hurt so bad.

that doesn’t make it okay, right? no, of course not, they were wrong. but you look at them and you realize hey, it’s okay, you didn’t mean to be that way. it hurt a lot, but i’m okay, and you were hurting, too.

maybe i’m a little biased because i’ve been there and the cycle of abuse fascinates me. maybe i’m a little biased because i love looking at other people’s perspectives and seeing all the angles. but it goes like this, see — there are cases where a person’s just like that, and there’s nothing you can do. and that sucks. but there are cases where something affected a person that way, they’re a product of their environment, and that’s not their fault.

(but kats, they could’ve responded differently! you’re right, they could’ve. that’s what makes it not okay — but they didn’t, and i’m not going to hold that against them. they deserved better, too.)

so okay. i’m really hesitant to call bakugou abusive, because when it comes down to it, he’s not. he’s really, really not. but just because i know some people think he is, i’ll bite for just this post and throw him under that label. (and this is where i start to lose my coherency because i really am just rambling right now.)

so bakugou put deku through it. for a solid ten years, he was pretty shitty to him. i could go into the reasons why because they’re glaringly obvious to me, but this post isn’t about that. (ask me though. ask me why.) the point is that bakugou was a fucking dick.

(and here’s my reminder that no, i don’t believe quirkless discrimination is widespread in the mha universe, so please for the love of fuck don’t argue that point because you will never convince me otherwise. the story is from deku’s pov and he has a biased outlook and if you can’t see outside of it that’s on you. i’m giving you plenty of other bones to chew on, if you bite this one i’ll kick you.)

so life kinda sucks, right? you’ve got this dream and everyone’s telling you you don’t have a shot. this one kid is punching you around because of it. and you’re like damn, that sucks! but you keep going because that’s who you are. and because the person being so shitty to you is someone you admire, someone you look up to, someone you love, someone you have lived your whole life beside.

(it becomes really obvious to me here that a lot of you a) didn’t grow up in a small town b) didn’t grow up with siblings c) didn’t have a childhood friend you fell out with hard and then reconnected later d) weren’t bullied e) don’t understand deku’s character or bakugou’s at all or f) simply can’t and don’t want to think critically about the things you hate (boringgg))

i keep getting sidetracked. so anyway, you’ve got this person in your life. and you’re a little scared of them. but that’s okay, because a lot of things are a little scary, and you can’t be a hero if you’re scared all the time.

you also can’t be a hero — a good hero — if you’re not going to save indiscriminately. and this is where i Hate a lot of the fandom, because you have a Fundamental Misunderstanding of that concept. let’s dive into this, right? not the main point of the post but it is damn close enough and i could rant about this forever.

save indiscriminately. you know what that means? that means you save the little kid who didn’t see the car coming. that means you save the old man who couldn’t move fast enough. that means you save the addict who got into that mess themself. that means you save the bad guy who got in over his head.

that means your worst enemy is tied up on the train tracks, the train’s coming, and you untie them and help them up.

that means your abuser is in a burning building and you run in to save them.

i know what i said — you don’t have to sacrifice yourself for your abuser, right. and i meant that. but this is real life, and i meant that statement for real life. what i’m talking about right now isn’t real life, this is deku this is heroes this is mha this is quirks. keep up or drop out.

saving everyone means you don’t care who you’re saving. you’re going to save them no matter what. and this is a concept that is really fucking hard to apply in real life, so we’re not going to address it there because even i, almighty kats (/j), am not that righteous yet. (someday though! i’ll get to that point someday. maybe not in this life, but in the next for sure.)

so back to deku. hey bud. you can’t be a good hero if you’re not going to save everyone, and i mean everyone. and y’know what’s fantastic about deku? about izuku midoriya? about this little runt of a kid who did his damndest to become what he wanted to be and Succeeded?

he embodies that. his idol is all might, the very essence of “save everyone”. and at his core, that’s who deku is — someone who wants to save everyone. no, that’s not physically possible, but he has that mindset, he has that mentality. there is not a person alive that he would hesitate in saving. and that is what makes deku better than every single person in this fandom who crawls up his ass to diss bakugou.

because y’know what? he doesn’t care. he doesn’t. what bakugou did to him was inconsequential compared to what he’s faced since then, what he knew he’d have to face if he wanted to be a hero. i don’t know how to make everyone understand deku because it should be blatantly obvious, and it baffles me that there are people who don’t see it.

similarly, how do you ignore bakugou’s development? “kats, he hasn’t had any” cry me a river for how stupid you are, babydoll. love you dearly but where is that brain of yours? i know you’ve got one somewhere.

but okay okay, back to the point. forgive the people who hurt you. right.

you don’t do it for them. deku didn’t look at bakugou and go (haha bakugou and go) “i’m going to forgive you because it’ll make you better.”

that’s not forgiveness. that’s delusion.

deku looked at bakugou and said “you hurt me, and that’s not okay, but i know you’re not okay. there’s a reason you’re like this, and i’ll stay by your side until you feel like you can be good again. i know you were before.”

deku looked at bakugou and said “you hurt me, and that’s not okay, but i’m doing alright. better now, actually, and i can see you’re trying. that’s enough for me.”

and you know what? even if bakugou didn’t get any better, deku would still forgive him. because he looked at bakugou, trapped in a sludge villain that almost killed him (and would have if not for all might) and said “you need saving, let me save you.” because that’s who deku is. because forgiveness isn’t a price you pay to make someone atone.

forgiveness heals you. forgiving someone who hurt you lets you let it go. it stops it from eating you from the inside out. you look at someone who abused you and you go “yeah, that wasn’t okay, and i’m not okay, but you did what you did and i can’t change that. still, i forgive you because i want to be okay, and i want you to be okay someday, too.”

because when it comes down to it, we’re all human. everyone fucks up. it is what it is. we move on, and we try to be a little better every day. but it’s still good to forgive people, because you never know when someone will have to forgive you.

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