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I loved your high school sweethearts imagine and I was hoping if you could do that with Nate jacobs? But like Nate and the reader have 3 kids ( 2 boys 1 girl the girl being the youngest) and the reader is pregnant again with another boy so like the little girl is Nate’s little princess? :)

Till death do us part- Nate Jacobs x female reader

Spending your high school years in an off and on again relationship wasn’t how you would imagine high school to be. 7years later your best friend Lexi invites you to her engagement party, now the real question is are you and Nate still together?

Warnings: the reader and Nate having a bad relationship in high school, brief smut MDI (I needed it to set the beginning of the story), alcohol, mentions of Cal, toxic masculinity (for context wise Maddy didn’t date Nate in this) super fluffy Nate towards the end

A/N: aww thanks I’m glad that you loved high school sweethearts. I loved writing this, and it maybe a little bit self indulgent by having Lexi and Maddy being the reader’s best friends as they are my favourite characters. This is my first Euphoria fic so I hope that you enjoy it and I’ve done it justice. Sorry if some parts sound over British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

You gasped for air rolling your eyes into the back of your head as Nate thrusted into you, moaning your name as he spilt his seed across your velvety walls.

You both panted as you recovered from your climax. Nate lifted his fingers brushing away the strands of hair that clutch to your forehead from the exhaustion you’ve just experienced. He pulled out of you, you both whimpered from the lack of contact.

“This shouldn’t happen again”

“Babe you say this every time”

You panted trying to regain your breath. Trying your hardest to regulate your breathing into a normal rhythm. Nate knew how to make you feel so good to the point that you were putty in his hands.

But you’ve been broken up for over 2 months you should allow yourself to move on but it’s hard when Nate narrows his eyes, locking you in his gaze swatting off all men that ever showed the slightest bit of interest in you.

You broke up for a reason as he was the biggest asshole you had ever met, he was controlling but yet you couldn’t let go. For Nate is a siren drawing you to your untimely death. With a face as pretty as his, he could make the grey thrashing waters appear blue and tranquil. One thing about Nate Jacobs was once you were under his spell it was impossible to escape.

“I mean it Nate, we’re supposed to be over. I can’t move on when you scare off every man who shows me the slightest bit of attention. I’m not yours anymore you have to let me go” you sighed, allowing your head to slump into the plush pillow of your bed. Pinching the bridge of your nose, praying that he actually got the message this time, not continuing this nauseating game of cat and mouse which had been happening for weeks with you always ending up underneath him.

“Babe..” his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped protectively over your body. Almost chaining you to the spot, limiting your movements, hoping to silence your following words.

“Nate I mean it. Please you’re going to have to let me go-“ your words were cut short by Nate throwing you out of his embrace, as if your body was a poison that burnt him to touch. He scurried around your room collecting his clothes from the heap on the floor , as when you were both deeply in the throes of lust to care where they ended up, you just needed the clothes off your body as soon as possible.

Nate made a point of crashing his foot upon the wooden floorboards with each step he took, over exaggerating how pissed off he truly was. Like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

His eyes couldn’t bare to look at yours, his jaw clenched so tightly together that a vein pulsed on the side of his forehead.

He said nothing as he exited your room, the only sound that broke the deafening silence was the loud slam of your door. You flinched upon hearing the loud slam and the rattle of the metal hinges, he slammed it with such ferocity you were amazed that your door was still in tack.

Safe to say that Nate got the message, he was finally going to leave you alone. You could finally move on, you wanted this right? So why does your heart feel like it’s crumbling into tiny pieces? Why are tears pouring down your face? And why do you feel empty, so incredibly empty and alone?

Y/N: I finally did it, he got the message. I can’t help but feel like I’ve made a mistake

Maddy: honey no, you haven’t made a mistake Nate Jacobs is a toxic asshole. He should of treated you right but he never did, it’s his loss to loose such an amazing person

Lexi: Y/N I agree with Maddie, don’t you ever let him make you feel like this was a mistake. You deserve way better and you can do way better

Y/N: why do I feel like this is a mistake though? I still love him and girls this hurts, this really fucking hurts

Lexi: oh Y/N :( I know it’s hard but you will get through this. I’ll be there in 5

Y/N: Lexi I can’t ask you to do that as you’re going on a date with Fez tonight

Lexi: too late I’m on my way, my girl needs me

Maddy: I’ll be there in 15, Ive snuck a bottle of my parents wine

Y/N: I love you guys so much <;3

The rest of the weekend was spent either pouring your heart out to your two friends, while Maddy continued to pour you drinks to help numb the pain. The pain didn’t lessen as each drink only made the hot tears come down like a torrential down pour. You couldn’t talk without your words becoming slurred by the overwhelming grief you felt for knowing that Nate is officially out of your life, but also from the copious amount of booze Maddy was supplying you with.

The two girls nodded sympathetically when they were needed to be, swigging back the bottle to try to conceal their true emotions about the situation. They were secretly overjoyed that you and that toxic asshole were no more.

They reassured you that it was the best thing to do, Lexi allowing you to curl up on your bed with your head in her lap. She stroked your hair, telling you that it was okay, not caring that your tears was dampening her jeans.

By the following Saturday the two were able to convince you to go to a party, claiming that this is the perfect way to finally get over him.

“Oh my fucking god! Y/N you look stunning!” Maddy gasped as you entered her bedroom, wearing her pastel blue dress , it just about covered your ass and boobs. But then again Maddy wouldn’t wear anything that left anything to the imagination, but if you have even an ounce of the confidence Maddy exudes you would too.

She wondered towards you and sprayed your whole body with a bottle of perfume , you had to take a step back as the floral smell was making you light headed. She moved your chin with her index finger admiring her handy work, she did the most intricate blue eyeliner with stick on pearls to truly accentuate your eyes.

“You look so hot” Maddy smirk lifting a shot glass full of clear liquid to your face. Weakly smiling as you shot back the glass that felt like it could have been filled with straight ethanol from your visceral reaction.

She whipped her phone out from her right pocket, holding you close to her as she angled her phone to capture you both in the most flattering angle. Maddie pouted her lips tilting her head to face yours, so unsure what to do in this situation that you followed precisely what Maddy did. She posted the photo on her story adding a caption saying “single and ready to mingle”

You reposted the photo on your story and not even a second after posting you swiped up out of curiosity to see who had viewed your story, straight away you saw

@nate.jacobs has viewed your story. Rolling your eyes, you threw your phone in your purse. Ready to forget about him for the night.

“You look amazing y/n” Lexi smiled bringing you into her embrace, her arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Thanks lex you too”

“Lex told me about you and Nate, I’m sorry about that. He’s an asshole and I have no problem punching him again if you need to” fez offered as he patted you on the shoulder. His jaw clenched as he said Nate’s name, swallowing down the anger he has for him.

“Thanks fez, as much as I’d love to see him with a bloodied nose again, I don’t think that will be necessary-“

As you finished your sentence it dwindled away into thin air as you locked eyes with Nate, who had his arm tightly wrapped around the shoulders of Cassie. When his eyes met yours, he placed a kiss to Cassie’s temple, as if to wound you for wounding him. He quickly looked away as they both walked towards the kitchen to search for something to drink.

You felt your body shaking in a mixture of anger and despair. Every mussel in your body strained as you were trying to contain yourself from punching Nate yourself.

Fuck you Nate Jacobs!

“Y/N are you okay-“

“Lex did you know?”

“No I didn’t Y/N I swear, I’m so sorry” Lexi desperately called after you but it was too late, as you slammed the front door behind you.

You leant against the side of the house, letting the tears you’ve been holding in slide down your face. You didn’t want to give Nate the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

It was a mistake you showing up tonight

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Y/N it’s me Lexi, I firstly want to apologise for losing contact with you after graduation. It was hard with you moving to college and I was dealing with Fez’s arrest and the death of ash. But I saw your mom when I was grocery shopping and she gave me your new number. Me and Fez got engaged, can you believe it? He proposed last week at this fancy restaurant. I wanted to invite you to our engagement party this Saturday. You can bring a plus one if you’re dating someone, I can’t wait to see you as I miss you.

“Who’s that babe?”

“Lexi just texted me, she’s inviting us to her and Fez’s engagement party this Saturday”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? She’s not exactly my biggest fan” Nate sighed, as he sunk down the couch beside you. Placing his hand on your thigh, rubbing soft circles on the fleshy part of your thigh. He chewed his lip as he was overthinking about every possible way this party could end in disaster.

You were the only one who could vouch that he wasn’t the same Nate Jacobs he was in high school. While they were all left with the bitter taste of his name in their mouths, despising the person he once was.

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“Y/N you coming to the graduation party?” Maddy asked, readjusting her cap that tilted to the side of her head, slightly messing up her perfectly styled curls.

“100%”

“Great come to mine for 8, Lexi and I are pregaming before our final ever high school party” Maddie squealed in excitement over the big day, you both are finally going to leave East Highland behind. She pressed her glossed lips on your cheek before running off to get some more pictures before the school kicked you out.

“Y/N can we talk?”

Your body stiffened momentarily, your nostrils flared as you forced yourself to breathe. Rolling your eyes as you prepared yourself to engage in conversation with the one person who you really didn’t want to speak to right now.

“I don’t have anything to say to you” you sighed, not even turning your back to look at him

“Y/N please?” Nate’s voice quivered as he was trying to compose his emotions. He was having an internal battle, he wanted to get on his knees begging for you to hear him out, but his dismissive tough outer exterior was telling him to run away to save his pride.

You turned around to face him, you could feel your eyes prick with tears as you look deep into his.

“What did you want to say?” You tried your damn hardest to sound cold with a dash of hostility, but looking in his eyes opened that part of your heart that you tried to kill. The part of your heart that still loves him. Looking into his deep hazel eyes it brought back all the emotions you tried to suppress.

Nate took a deep breath and swallowed down all the negative thoughts that tried to sway him from confessing how he truly feels. It’s hard when you’ve grew up with an emotionally absent, extremely toxic farther, that it’s hard to express your true emotions. His farther taught him how to only express anger, that men don’t allow themselves to cry, men speak with their fists or with their dicks. Cal was so heavily blinded by toxic masculinity that he couldn’t see the effect it has on his own son, or that he simply didn’t care. The most “love” he ever received from his dad was a pat on his back after he won a football game.

“I’m sorry” he pressed his lips into a thin line, closing his eyes to contain his tears. He felt his breathing hitch, being emotionally vulnerable felt uncomfortable that every part of him was screaming at him not to continue further. But he pushed all this down for you, he loves you and he can’t picture a life where you’re not in it.

“Nate I-“

“Please let me speak, I need to say this now otherwise it will eat me alive till the day I die” Nate choked back a sob as he forced these words out of his mouth.

You looked at him with confusion, you’ve never seen Nate in your whole relationship being so vulnerable as he is right now. You nodded your head, holding your breath awaiting what he had to say.

“I’m truly sorry Y/N. I truly fucked up, I have no excuse for the way I treated you. I can see you walking out of my life and I’m scared, I love you and I’m scared that you hate me. I won’t blame you if you do, I don’t deserve you, you were always too good for me. Ever since I called the cops on my dad, I realised that I’m turning into my worst fear, I’m turning into him. I hurt you so badly and I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. My dad was a worthless piece of shit, I believed that I had to grow in his shadow, I had to be the man he wanted me to be, so I hurt those I love because I’m so used to anger that I don’t know how to express how I feel about you. But I do love you, I love the sound of your laugh, I love waking up next to you, I love how you can make this shitty world okay” Nate’s body convulsed as each sob coursed through his body.

He couldn’t hold his tears back anymore as they slid down his face, he buried his face within his hands, hiding the tears from you. He felt a small sense of humiliation about you seeing him like this, he could hear his father’s voice ringing through his ears telling him how pathetic he was for shedding a single tear. But he didn’t care as right now he could possibly lose the love of his life forever and that scared him more than any tears would.

You looked at him with concern as your heart broke to see him so fragile, his body shaking as his hands muffled the series of ‘please don’t leave me, I love you” escaping from his lips. In your whole relationship you have never seen Nate cry, to the point that you believed that he was incapable of feeling such intense sorrow. In this moment in time you saw the fragile broken side of him that never sees the light of day.

Yes he broke your heart but you still loved him, humanity in itself is never black and white, we’re all intricate human beings with flaws and scars and Nate was no exception to this. He was flawed and broken but he also made you feel like you were the most beautiful person whenever his eyes fell upon you, how he could make all of your problems slip away into thin air whenever you were wrapped in his warm embrace.

Fuck you still loved him!, you were willing to give him a second chance. Sure there’s a lot to work upon to have even an ounce of what you once had, but if Nate was serious about what he had just said he’d gladly put in the work.

“Baby” you called out to him, just as you expected he remained where he was, still trembling with his face buried within his hands.

You stepped towards him and gently peeled back his hands to reveal his tear stained face. He looked at you with his eyes filled heavy with a deep sadness. You wiped away a hot tear that fell down his cheek with your thumb, placing a kiss where the tear used to be.

“Okay, you fucked up badly. You hurt me, but I can’t help but love you. Even when my heart was breaking I still loved you. When I once drunkenly told you that I couldn’t imagine a future without you in it, I still mean every word. But baby if we’re going to work I need you to prove to me that you’d never hurt me this badly again because my heart can’t take another heart break. I want to give us another chance, but please promise me baby that you will do anything to make us work again?”

“I will I promise, I love you Y/N. Thank you, I don’t deserve you” he weakly chuckled as new tears flooded down his cheek. He gently kissed your forehead, as he pulled you into his arms, inhaling your perfume that he had missed for it was the only thing in his life that brought him any form of comfort.

“Don’t make me regret this baby” you whispered

“I would rather die than to ever make that happen” he whispered back to you, placing another tender kiss against your forehead. Smiling for the first time in days that the love of his life was finally back in his arms.

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Lexi sighed as she got Fez to rearrange the silver banner which read ‘happy engagement’ for what felt like the hundredth time.

“A little to your left Fez, it’s still off centre” she groaned, massaging the stress out of her temples.

“Look angel , no one is going to care if the banner isn’t exactly central” Fez groaned, his back is aching from arching it to place the banner exactly where his fiancé wanted it.

“Why don’t you get yourself a glass of rosé and try to relax?” He soothed, massaging her shoulders that became raised from her over thinking. He kissed the side of her cheek as he felt her shoulders release.

“I know, it’s just that I want tonight to be perfect, everyone will be here. Plus Y/N will be here who I haven’t seen in forever, sorry babe it’s just that it’s been a lot of stress for me” she pouted, chewing on the inside of her cheek from overthinking the entire party.

“I know angel, but trust me tonight is going to be great. And fuck it if it’s not for I’m finally engaged to the hottest woman I have ever met who made me the luckiest man in the entire world” Fez smiled as he turned Lexi to look at him, he lifted her head to look at him as he brought her Into a passionate kiss.

“I love you” Lexi breathed after she had to pull away from the lack of oxygen to her lungs

“I love you too”

The two lovers were interrupted by a loud knock at the door, the person behind the door was growing impatient by the second as the door was rattling against its hinges.

Lexi rolled her eyes, growing more frustrated by the person’s persistence. When she opened the door she was met by her sister wearing a skin tight baby pink dress, barely covering her ass.

“Wow Cas you look good?” Lexi stuttered upon seeing her older sister so dolled up, Lexi snickered as she joked, “dressing for anyone special?”

“Nate could be here” Cassie smirked as she soothed down the limiting fabric of her dress

“Excuse me?”

“Last thing I heard was that Y/N dated Nate in college, if by some miracle that they’re still together, I’ll show him what he’s been missing” Cassie stated, as she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulders making a beeline for the kitchen for something to drink.

Fez noticed how Cassie flounced in here without acknowledging the two hosts or why the party was arranged in the first place. He rolled his eyes as he brought his beer to his lips.

“Remind me why you invited her?”

“She’s my sister, plus she’s delusional that Nate will be here” Lexi groaned also rolling her eyes, they say that you can’t choose your family but it’s moments like this that Lexi wish that she could

Plus her sister was full of shit, there was no way that you would ever give Nate Jacobs a second chance right?

As more guest arrived they all congratulated the happy couple and wished them both a lifetime of happiness.

Rue stood in the corner listening to Kat as she told her about her newest work in progress. Rue is gladly 7 years sober from all substances, she’s done so well that she now helps out at the local clinics that once saved her life. Rue rarely dated after her relationship with Jules, needing to find her feet and especially within her sobriety. She had finally healed the relationship with her mom and younger sister.

Kat on the other hand became a successful author, writing about steamy erotic stories which soon made her the best selling author of that genre. Fans go wild over her books, claiming her to be the queen of smut. Kat finally found the confidence she thought that she lost in herself and for once was truly happy in her skin.

Ethan spent a large majority of the party catching up with Lexi as he just came back from tour. Unsurprisingly Ethan found his love of acting through being in Lexi’s iconic play. He studied at Juilliard where he became an up and coming Broadway talent, he recently came off tour with Dear Evan Hansen and was happy to be home for a few days. Though he has been avoiding Kat all throughout the party like the plague, some wounds will never heal.

Jules arrived to the party with Kat who were still good friends and kept in touch regularly. Jules became a therapist helping queer and trans kids, she became an activist for trans rights and in result gained a huge Instagram following. Jules used what she went through in the past to help those she can, believing that no one should experience the trauma she had faced alone.

Cassie stood leaning against the wall watching the door like a hawk, every few minutes readjusting her hair or applying another layer of

Gloss, determined that Nate was going to walk through that door. Lexi and Cassie’s relationship was rocky, but for the sake of the family Lexi invited her here tonight.

Lexi felt her heart drop as she checked the time on her phone, you were officially an hour late. The guilt started to eat her alive as she twirled the pretty diamond ring that laid upon her finger. She drummed her fingers against her thigh trying to relieve her anxiety that was raging through her body. Her brain went into overdrive, imagining all the ways that you probably hate her for loosing touch. She kept on staring at the wooden frame praying for it to knock at any second.

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“Okay you can choose one toy each” Nate stated at Harrison, Noah and Lilly who were sat crossed legged on the floor of their playroom with multiple toys strewn around the room.

“But daddy Rosie needs Daisy” Lilly pouted as she held up two princess dolls from the same set, she gave Nate her best puppy dog eyes and quivered her bottom lip.

It took Nate less than five seconds to cave into Lilly’s cute pouting face which made his heart melt. Nate swears that she gets it from her mother. Lilly truly was Nate’s little princess and dangerously he was wrapped around her little finger.

“Fine” Nate sighed “only two”

The three kids let out a laughter of glee as they reached for another toy.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked resting your head in the crook of Nate’s neck, wrapping your arms around him pulling him closer to you. It must be your hormones or Nate’s irresistible nature that made this pregnancy resulting in yourself to be attached to his hip, you became more clingier but Nate found that adorable. Especially when you pouted at him if he hasn’t given you enough affection, Nate wouldn’t change it for the world for he had the life he dreamt about, a beautiful wife and 3 happy healthy children with one more on the way

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Lexi felt her heart flew out of her chest when she heard a knock at the door. She squealed loudly as she passed her glass to Fez, who was looking at his fiancé with a bewildered expression from her sudden outburst. Her body shaking with delight as she practically launched herself at the door.

Maddy saw Lexi’s commotion and quickly followed suit with her face beaming over the thought of seeing you again.

“I missed you-“

The two women’s eyes grew wide as they looked at your stomach that was carrying your fourth child. Lexi cupped her hands over her mouth and squealed again in delight.

“Congratulations Y/N who’s the lucky guy?”

“My husband-“

“Oh my god! You’re married?” Maddy smiled as she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug, but not tight enough as she was weary of your bump. Maddy was overjoyed that you are finally in a healthy relationship ever since the shit show her and Lexi had to endure in high school, the two were so used to seeing you in tears with a broken heart. It warms her heart that you look happier and you were practically glowing, pregnancy really did suit you.

Lexi shared the same feeling of elation for you but she was momentarily sad when she found out that you were married, not that she wasn’t happy for you but she wished that she could of been their to celebrate your big day with you. Well at least you can now attend hers.

3 kids came running up behind you, your twins Harrison are Noah were 7 while Lilly was 5. Lexi and Maddy waved at the three kids, gushing about how cute they were and how much they all looked like their mom. Both women were crouched down listening intently as each kid introduced their toys to them, laughing as Lexi and Maddy shook their hands and welcomed the extra guests to the party.

When Maddy looked up to you, her smiled faltered as she choked on the air overcome with shock from who just appeared and placed a kiss on your cheek. Lexi looked at Maddie eyes wide with confusion till she turn to look in the same direction, Lexi rapidly started blinking not fully processing what she’s just witnessed.

You and Nate Jacobs were still together! Not only that but you were married to him with kids.

None of the pieces were adding up in their heads, they were completely baffled by the entire encounter. Last time they saw you, you were crying over him hating him for breaking your heart. So what the hell has changed for you to look totally infatuated by him?

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After you graduated from university Nate proposed with a beautiful delicate diamond ring. Saying that you were the love of his life and the only one for him.

You both had a small private wedding reserved for only close family and friends, for you wanted your big day to be spent with those who you loved. You did wish that Lexi and Maddy could be there but you all loss contact so it was impossible to contact them.

You both moved far away from LA as possible, both wanting a fresh start and especially when Cal was allegeable for parole. Nate wanted to be far away from him as possible, especially a few months after the wedding you fell pregnant with twins. Nate wanted to live somewhere safe with his family and to be the farther he never got to your twins (and Lilly who came two years later and baby Jamie who is now on the way).

He became a football coach at the local high school and you worked in the art department. It was sweet that you both worked in the same place which meant that you could have cute lunch dates together away from your kids as much as you loved them.

Nate was a great farther he was nothing like his dad, he was kind and patient. Completely different to his former high school self, where he didn’t know how to communicate his emotions. They built up inside of him till it came out into this fiery rage that could make anyone’s blood run cold, so unused to feel love so when he felt it he felt like he needed to push them away as he believed he was unworthy of feeling such a thing.

Seeing the way he was acting was hurting you, the love of his life. Watching you nearly walk out of his life was the worst pain he had ever felt, it felt suffocating, like every part of him was breaking. That he knew he had to change, and he wanted to change if it meant that he could keep you in his life.

Yes it was hard for him to begin with but he slowly let down his guard, the one his farther installed in him to make him ‘more of a man’ even though it made him seem cold. He started to let you in, he started to communicate about his feelings rather than to wait till they reached boiling point.

Nate was a doting husband, he brought you flowers every Friday and hires a sitter just so you two can have your regular date nights. He loved you with all his heart and never missed an opportunity to show that to you. You were both finally happy. —————————————————————————-

“I can’t believe he’s changed?” Lexi exclaimed lifting her glass to her lips, still in complete shock over what she’s just heard.

“I love you Y/N but he was a dick in high school I’m having a hard time believing that he’s such a loving husband” Maddy added watching in amazement as Nate sat with his children on the floor. Laughing with them and joining in their make believe game, watching as Lilly giggled with glee as her dad gently kissed her on the cheek.

“I know if I wasn’t married to him I’d have a hard time believing that too. But I truly couldn’t ask for a better husband, the smallest things make me nauseous nowadays. So Nate now carries water, mints and ginger tea incase I need it”

“Stop it that is too cute” Maddie gasped.

Both her and Lexi shared a look, maybe they were both wrong about Nate Jacobs? Seeing you so content ,watching how good he is with the kids and how he looks at you like you are the most beautiful girl in the world (which caused Cassie to roll her eyes and huff in annoyance seeing how in love with you he was). Nate Jacobs was your perfect match.

“So Y/N I wanted to ask if you would be my maid of honour at my wedding”

“Oh my god Lexi, yes I will” you smiled as you quickly pulled her into a warm embrace.

“I need my best friend there on my big day and it wouldn’t be the same without you”

They say that the best love is fast and intense, maybe that was true to your high school self. But the true, real kind of love was consistent and giving, forever holding onto that initial spark. Now you know exactly what that love felt like as you found that in Nate.

A/N: I hope that you enjoyed this fic. I’d had to make Ethan an actor especially after his incredible performance as Nate in the play. He also gives me dear Evan Hansen vibes I don’t know why. My requests are still open and I’m currently working through all of them

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kelin-is-writing · 1 year

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imagine babysitting with boyfriend!dabi

you were supposed to spend the day together but shit got in the way and now you were stuck at your relatives’ place and had to look after their kids for the afternoon. dabi was ready to disappear the second you mentioned it but you practically dragged him there by his collar and now he’s sitting on the couch pouting.

he would never admit it but he was worried that the kids might get scared by his appearance. well turns out they absolutely adore him.

it’s definitely annoying him at first that they won’t leave him alone for even a second and keep demanding that he plays with them. you glare at him after a while and he reluctantly gives in.

it starts with them playing with little race car models and they soon switch to drawing messily in one of their coloring books. dabi turns out to be quite the talented artist which you haven’t known until then.

however he draws the line when the kids want to play dress up. he vehemently refuses… for five minutes at least. when you return from the kitchen with snacks for everyone you have to try your absolute hardest not to burst out laughing when you see the sparkly tiara on his head. (you manage to take a picture without him noticing)

he doesn’t admit it but he’s actually having fun and watching you interact with the kids is putting thoughts into his head that he’s never had before. maybe starting a family of your own isn’t as bad of an idea as he used to think.

now all he can think about for the rest of the day is you underneath him with your legs pressed to your chest and the sound of your heavenly moans when he draws orgasm after orgasm from you until he finally cums inside of you. he rly hopes you won’t mind not using a condom this time...

- 🥛

YOU DID NOT JUST DO THIS TO ME—

the way i actually can picture him letting the kids grab onto his arms and then lift them up to spin the two of them around, once he’s done dabi would be dizzy as hell but then there are the kids who starts screaming “again!” “again!” which has him huff tiredly but still comply to what they want because they were having fun and that surprisingly made our arsonist hold back a smile, all this under your amused but still tender grin.

i can also see dabi play with them the ‘see you, can’t see you’ game, after you teach him, and he adores the laughs and giggles those little dwarfs let out when he exclaims “ah! here you are!”, in the most (semi) monotone voice someone could’ve ever hear, but the kids still loved it so much and that just leave him with a tingling sensation inside his chest from how moved he was, but still managed to keep it low or you wouldn’t let him live it down just like with the tiara moment.

once the kids were gone, you two finally alone, dabi is sitting on the couch with dazed eyes looking in front of him and lips slightly parted; when you sit next to him you’re about to ask him what was that face for, after snorting amused, when in a millisecond the villain has you laying beneath him as he hovers over your figure. you look surprised at him, being meet by a stare of pure desire and love that made your heart skip a beat from the intensity “w-what?”, you blurt out confused while glancing back at your boyfriend unsure on what’s gotten into him, then your eyes fell down and widened at the sight of the bulge inside his pants that was now pressing against your lower abdomen “you–?! wha–?!”

“i...”, dabi interrupted you “want to have kids with you princess.”, he confessed in a low husky gentle tone looking away from you with the back of his hand raising in front of his face and you blinked fervently, no because... was this cruel villain blushing right now?!

god he is so damn gorgeous like that, you can’t wrap your head around the fact that you have the most precious boyfriend out there, he’s truly such a gem honestly.

smiling tenderly at his confession you cup his cheeks, making him flinch slightly because of the sudden move, and pull him towards you meeting him halfway to kiss the raven-haired boy on his lips deeply, with an astonishing amount of love that left dabi speechless but yearning for more which is why a second later he was already ravishing yours back with as much passion as you.

when the two of you parted, panting, your hazy eyes locked and you swallowed down before slowly sliding your legs up his sides then closing them around dabi’s waist in a tight grip that pressed his boner against your clothed heat, a groan and moan leaving both your mouths at the friction. licking your lips under his burning gaze you start talking “what are you waiting for then?”, dabi looks with eyes that you can see ask for permission and “fill me up dabi.”, with that accompanied by a roll of your hips against his, he completely lost it.

after this, skins slapping together, pants, groans and moans are the only things that can be heard inside your living room as your man is cumming for the sixth time inside of you, balls deep into your pussy with the tip of his dick pressing hard against the swollen entrance of your womb as he’s spilling his load in complete ecstacy once again while you squirt all over his shaft and onto his pelvis with a pitiful cry, too overstimulated to even form a single syllable.

dabi has his eyes still rolled back into his skill in pure bliss when he hear you slurr about how much seed there’s inside your cunt, his cerulean irises going back to their place immediately before he raises from his hovering position on you with flushed cheeks as he smirks, totally high on you “of course there’s lots...”, and grabbing onto your waist he starts to rut his hips slowly, fucking all his seed into you with eyes clouded by desire “i gotta make sure my princess is filled up to the brim with our babies, right?”, he ends his sentence with a sharp thrust that made you let out a sob while holding onto his forearms for dear life, moaning continuously as dabi kept pounding into you “you can take more of it, i know it baby, i believe in my pretty girl nhgh–”, dabi kept blurting while throwing his head back with a throaty dragged groan at feeling your walls clench around him, hips picking up pace in no time.

letting out a breathy moan he looks down at you with sweat rolling down his temples long his pretty panting face, then he grabs your forearm to rub kind circles on it “i’m gonna make sure it’ll stick this time, so– ugh— bear with me for a little more ‘kay baby?”, you nod absentmindedly, too fucked out to register well what he’s saying to you, making him let out an amused snort at seeing your expression completely melted from the continuous pleasure and overstimulation “good girl, lemme reward you thenhgh—”, and with that another load of his seed was flowing inside of you and deep into your womb.

the pure bliss dabi feels everytime he cums deep in you, the imagery of his white ropes sticking inside your uterus, makes him rock hard all over again. mind completely lost into the ferverish sensation he’s been feeling for hours now thanks to his precious girl.

#kelin responds #answered #🥛#bnha smut #mha smut #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #bnha x reader smut #mha x reader smut #dabi x reader smut #touya todoroki x reader smut #MILK— JESUS ON CHRIST MILK— YOU KNOW I'M WEAK FOR BREEDING KINK WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?????#dabi hit by a baby fever after realising that he wouldn't mind becoming a parent if you're the mother of his kids it's just so—#this is genuinely EVERYTHING like– he can't imagine anyone else being the mother of his childs ONLY YOU i'm so...#i need dabi to knock me up so bad guys... in these days this is my only mood fr #ALSO— do not misunderstand my post from yesterday guys i LOVE i ADORE kids seriously. they make my day better with just a smile actually 🤧#my cousins are the ones i'm mad at everytime. cause they don't know how to parenting AT ALL #they look more after their phones than their kids 💀

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strawbs-screaming · 8 months

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☆ how the boxers react to being flirted with ☆

Sorry for dissapearing (again), i was busy damaging my hearing, enjoy my woobification teehee

Glass Joe

- Really depends on how you flirt with him, if its poetic or really straightforward hes gonna turn into a tomato

- hes not giggling, its just your imagination nuh uh

- he def rolls in bed like a rotisserie chicken while thinking about ur pick up line

- hes gonna try to flirt back until its just a competition of who blushes the hardest

Von Kaiser

- actual jaw drop from him, the more poetic the better

- in shock, his brain literally turns off

- has to check his pulse because GODDAMN his heart is beating harder than usual (You may have a heart palpitation, kaiser)

- you live rent free in his head now congratulations

Disco Kid

- right back at you, if youre a bit too straightforward he may need to tell you to slow down

- youre getting a response IMMEDIATLY. And i mean it, fresh out of the oven, thrown at you with some sprinkles on top

- giggling while he calls you cute names like sweetie, honey, baby etc etc

King Hippo

- nice try, HES AROACE!! (GET HEADCANONED IDIOT!!)

- he laughs it off while making it clear hes not into you or anyone

- flattered though, appreciates the fact that you were willing to go out of your way to approach him

- if he was not aroace or only ace, he'd just smile, the more poetic you go with him the better you have chance of making him go red

Piston Hondo

- hes suddenly cosplaying a cherry

- loves poetic rizz, will definitely go back at you until both of your flirting attempts sound like two lovers mailing each other in opposite sides of the world while one is at war

- if youre straightforward he just gets flabbergasted, like what do you mean there isnt a build up for it with 20 poems inbetween??

- cant focus rest of the day, hes internally screaming off a mountain

- the sight of you just makes his ability to focus evaporate

- draws and/or writes about you rest of the day

Great Tiger

- if you use something clever you can get a small blush out of him

- if you're the type to go for poetic lines youre gonna need to call 911 because his soul literally vanishes from existence, tiger dont go into the light stay with us PLEASE

- has to have his clones give him flirting advice because his flirting skills are not there (like 80% of my hearing)

- his flirting attempts are just "damn, are you a construction worker?, because you are a building." no matter how much he tries

Bear Hugger

- he makes his reactions clear, literally emotes while you flirt with him

- if youre poetic or straightforward he literally just says "woah"

- he just turns into that one cartoon wolf im not kidding, literal "ohh mama hubba hubba" from this man

- his flirting style is very straightforward, not "hey babygirl" type but "youre so pretty i would leave all my belongings and change my identity if it ment i could hold your hand" type, do you understand??

Don Flamenco

- replies 1.2 seconds after you, he needs to have the last word here (or last rizz in this case)

- literal mirror, the more more straightforward & atrocious your lines are the more straightforward his are going to be until it devolves into both of you sounding down bad, when they go low, he goes lowER

- poetic lines makes him have a heart attack

- its actually possible to fluster him

- unironically says babygirl to anyone hes flirting with when approaching, it doesnt matter how tall, strong or flirty you are, your gender doesnt matter, he can and will call you babygirl, its a gender neutral term for him, corners you while doing it

Aran Ryan

- evil cackling, if you put a organ over his laugh you suddenly get a scooby doo villain, he sounds less like hes flustered and more like hes about to detonate a nuclear bomb

- unhinged lines, ends up getting restraining orders thrown at him

- brings things he finds cool to flirt, ranging from flowers to rocks (he was a evil crow in a past life trust me his left eyebrow told me)

- cartwheels away

Soda Popinski

- maniacal giggling, even if its not THAT good & ridiculously straightforward

- his pick up lines unintentionally sound like god tier shitposts & end up working somehow

- corners you (in the romantic way) if you're really direct

- has the silliest giggle when flustered, literal "hehe" coming from this man that could snap you in half if he wanted to

Bald Bull

- you think the others are bad at handling flirting?? Then you havent seen bald bull because OH MY GOD HES ABOUT TO LITERALLY FLY OFF THE EARTH

- hes actually fairly difficult to fluster but once you find his weak spot hes gone from there

- cannot flirt back, blurts something dumb out like "sorry im all red pretty people make me nauseous"

- he literally goes (> - <) when blushing & covers his face with his hands

- the more direct you are the closer he gets to passing out

- stutters a lot (omg y/n is that you)

- Bull, this is bottom behavior

- people use the most unhinged pick up lines on him, someone once told him "let me milk you."

- his hands automatically go 👉👈 if hes too flustered

Super Macho Man

- Stop boosting his ego please, he may be flustered but youre kinda enabling him

- dumbest pick up lines

- also another unironic "hey babygirl" user

- if he doesnt know what to do he just throws money & valuables, 5000 dollars be upon ye

Mr Sandman

- oh my god he has the sweetest smile ever (if you dont go too straightforward), he doesnt blush a whole lot but he just chuckles a bit

- if youre direct, his jaw also drops like huh??

- his weak spots are poems & small gifts

- a little bit dense but once he gets it he smiles like crazy

- giggling kicking his feet whenever he remembers that

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #don flamenco #punch out headcanons #bald bull #piston hondo #glass joe #aran ryan #great tiger #von kaiser #bear hugger

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inovantyyy · 1 year

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beyblade metal fight headcanons i came up with 3 AM

Ryuga is a boomer. I have no logical reasoning for this, he just is. Kenta made fun of him a sum total of one time and he somehow has lived to tell the tale.

Outside of Beyblade, Gingka and Kyoya actually consider each other best friends. They overexaggerate their rivalry because they're both nerds but off the stadium they go to McDonalds and make fun of each other. How else do you explain that secret fist bump when Kyoya went to go fight Ryuga, like,,,,you're telling me they AREN'T friends???

Kenta has subconsciously been influenced by Ryuga's snark. He's mostly the same with his energetic, supportive self but piss him off and you will have a very Ryuga-esque remark about how you're an ugly basement dweller. Gingka is confused, Benkei and Madoka are scared but Kyoya thinks it's absolutely hilarious.

Madoka might not be a blader but she took martial arts as a kid so she could literally just beat the shit out of someone messing with her. Like some Beyblade gang could try and mug her and they'd go "lET iT RIp" and then she just steps on their beys and kicks their asses, unfazed. She could have KILLED Rago but she didn't want to steal Gingka's thunder.

The Legendary Bladers have a group chat after the whole nemesis fiasco to keep in touch (Ryuga lives AU). Dynamis is a boomer, Aguma and Ryuga leave everyone on read (except in Ryuga's case, he's also a boomer and doesn't know how to text so he just doesn't), Kenta's too busy to text bc he's teaching Ryuga how to use a phone, Kyoya's being extra as always and trying to start a fight, Gingka sends outdated 2017 memes, King sends cultured memes, Chris is regretting sharing his number to these dorks, everyone is trying their hardest not to cuss because Tithi is right there and Yuki is just staring at his phone like, "this is fine 😀"

During their travels Kenta couldn't help but ramble about a variety of different things about himself and his life and while he thought he was talking to a wall with how Ryuga was seemingly ignoring him, the dragon emperor listened to every word but would rather choke than admit that to ANYONE. Kenta included.

The Dark Nebula stole Ryuga from his real family before indoctrinating him to be the strongest Blader. Ryuto and Ryuga are unaware of each other's existence.

After the whole Fausttm incident, because Toby kept his white hair Masamune and Zeo made a lot of grandpa jokes at his expense (not to hurt him ofc but to just make Toby feel normal about it and that no one's too uncomfortable to joke about it). Toby takes it in stride and even plays along. ("Oh my god Toby, hurry up old hag!" "How DARE you treat your senior citizens this way? You youngens have it too easy nowadays!")

Kyoya needed glasses this whole time but because his ass is all like "Ugh I dont NEED glasses. My vision is perfect you DICKS." he never got them. Madoka and Gingka noticed one day and took him to an optometrist and beat some sense into him. "how the fuck are you gonna Beyblade if you can't even SEE where Leone is you dumb bitch" so he relents. He tries to ask for contacts but by an unfortunate stroke of bad luck, he's apparently very VERY sensitive to them so glasses are the only option. To look cool he does that thing where he holds them in his mouth but no one buys it and calls him out for being a huge dork.

Kyoya doesn't LIKE kids but unfortunately he is a child magnet. def supported by his "i'm destined to be followed by brats forever" comment. but he does end up warming up to Tithi even after the whole "Yo-Yo" thing. He made a crayon drawing of Kyoya and he pretended to hate it, but actually has it framed.

Reiji quits Beyblade for a bit, realising that he just can't find enjoyment in it without associating victory to his worth, but does end up coming back after Kenta convinces him that it can be fun and there is a lot more to it than just winning.

Nile and Masamune are best friends even more so than Nile and Kyoya idc i said so. I personally believe this because sometimes similar personalities don't necessarily make you closer to another person. Don't get me wrong Kyoya and Nile are still very VERY good friends but if Nile had to choose someone to go like idk ice skating with it'd be Masamune. Nile is calm, cool, collected while Masamune is an extra bitch. They both bring something out of each other that no one else can.

The fortune teller jokes Kyoya makes towards Dynamis never stops and one day this man has enough and is like "You know fucking what let me read your palm" and Kyoya's like "lmfao bet" and Dynamis inspects it thoroughly, he furrows his eyebrows and then looks up with Kyoya with intense seriousness and says, "Your destiny is sealed, my friend. You're going to die a very painful (and embarrassing) death soon." Kyoya, poor guy, stares at him with shock and is all like "STFU URE MESSING WITH ME" Dynamis just shrugs and walks off saying, "Let's just say, look both ways before crossing the road in future." and Kyoya, with the logic that Dynamis has predicted the future before, believes it whole heartedly and is freaking the fuck out. Kyoya now is adamant on always looking both ways before crossing the street now. every time Benkei is like "Bro there aren't any cars we can just go" Kyoya looks at Benkei like he just insulted his grandma and goes "NO. ROAD SAFETY LAWS ARE THERE FOR A REASON. I NOW KNOW THIS."

Mei Mei and Chao Xin are literally dumb and dumber best relationship in this show hands down. Like they're both so STUPID i love them so so so much.

Benkei and Gingka are Swifties. I have no explanation for this. I just know they are.

Aguma is actually a really goofy guy if you're really close to him. Bao just always knew Aguma was just a dork which is why he's never afraid of him.

Gingka gave Kyoya a lion plush as a gag birthday gift but jokes on him bc Kyoya actually loved it LMFAO. Now they have this unspoken tradition of giving each other gag birthday gifts bc these dumbasses just really like messing with each other.

Shoutout to the ten people still in this fandom and enjoy this meal <3

#beyblade metal fight #beyblade headcanons #headcanon #beyblade #dead fandom #beyblade metal saga #beyblade metal fusion #beyblade metal masters #beyblade metal fury #beyblade gingka #gingka hagane #kyoya tategami #kenta yumiya #benkei hanawa #mfb headcannons #mfb #metal fight beyblade

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plumbley-bee · 2 months

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Watched the first episode and these are the things I liked

.zuko being a blatent avatar fan boy and furiously drawing a picture of aang the moment they meet to put on his little find the avatar wall.

.sokka actually having a good reason as to why he doesn't like it when Katara waterbends because it's dangerous and their mother literally died to protect that secret rather than him just thinking its weird.

.the memory of his former teacher being the thing that calms aang down from his freak out after finding out his whole tribe is dead rather than katara and sokka.

Really really tried going in with an open mind, I wanted to like this show so bad you guys. But these are the only changes so far that I think we're done well. Maybe the next few episodes will be better, but Aang narrating everything he's feeling very quickly after we meet him and also to nobody but appa? Katara and aang not even introducing themselves before she comforts him? Sokka gets mad at aang for "lying" about being the avatar but like in this adaptation they talk like what, once? Before that gets revealed? How could he lie he was unconscious half the time you've been around him! In the original katara literally asks him if he knows anything about the avatar on their way back to the tribe and he actually lies to her, but the live action doesnt even have them interact until after he learns his people are dead. He isn't given time to lie to them! He barely knows them!! Everything being told to us and aang by grangran, fully pulling us out of any immersion you could even try to have because it came out of NOWHERE and fit so horribly like we barely meet grangran before this happens and suddenly she's breaking this really important impactful news? I literally bust out laughing bc it felt so unserious.

I felt us seeing the massacre of the Airbenders was unnecessary, I felt learning about it by watching Aang learn about it was much more heartbreaking and left a bigger emotional impact. But that would've been fine had they given the moment he discovers the remains of the air temple any emotional weight, but after it was all already explained to us with a monolog from a minor character, a lot of that has also unfortunately been taken away from that scene.

oh and aang getting his air glider from zukos ship was fine but that thing literally is supposed to mean so much to him?? Like that's one of the few things he has from his people left and it's not even his now ig???

(Also the sokka immediately going to sacrifice aang felt so out of pocket like you're gonna tell me that the 16 year old boy who has been looking after the kids in his tribe most of his life is going to throw a 12 year old to the wolves because he lied to you even though he really didn't because he was never given time to even lie to you in the first place!!)

I'm also sad aang didn't get to play with the kids, or go penguin sledding with katara, they were silly filler stuff but they were important in their own way too.

"Aang brought us something we hadn't had in a long time, fun."

This has always been the heart of the show for me. learning to live rather than just survive, still enjoying things, and finding hope during even the hardest wars. Aang as the avatar brings the potential for the world to finally know peace again, aang as the last Airbender bring the hope that Airbenders aren't all extinct, but aang as the boy in the iceberg? He brings joy and fun and laughter where he goes. He remembers what good came from the world before all the bad. he runs from his responsibilities and problems because he's a young boy and he's scared and that fear and that "cowardice" brings him so much shame that he just tries to fix other people's problems instead to make up for it and THATS THE AANG THAT IS SUCH A GOOD MAIN CHARACTER!

Idk, I'll try to keep watching, but they've already removed so much heart from just the first episode.

#avatar the last airbender

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tloubraininfection · 1 year

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“Grey skies for months, would you still be here?”

I keep going back to Joel`s speech about failure from episode 6, becasue it gets me every time. I remember watching it the first time and wanting to reach through the screen to shake him and to tell him how wrong he really is. Cause I know a thing or two about failed parents, so I can tell you with a degree of certainty that Joel never was one. He was never perfect and he`s made a ton of mistakes, but he was not a failure either.

The only problem is he set an impossible standard for himself after Sarah`s death. His idea of good parenting is keeping a kid alive and safe from any danger, always and no matter what. It means being a superhero biting the bullet, predicting bad things and stopping them from happening, making right decisions every time, not having to sleep or eat, not getting hurt, tired or old. Everything else, like bringing comfort to your child, being emotionally available to them, showing them the world, teaching them, loving them, caring for them – none of it matters now. None of it would`ve saved Sarah`s life so what’s the point, right?

Only those are the most important qualities. And Joel offers them to Ellie from the very beginning. It’s like he can’t help it, even when he’s trying to keep his distance it`s amazing how attuned he is to her how much attention he pays to her. He notices when she's cold, hungry or tired, he can sense when she's scared or uneasy. He tries his hardest to shield her from actual danger, but also from discomfort or unpleasantness. He teaches her things, necessary skills to help her survive sure, but also just answers her questions about the world best he can.

And Ellie mirrors it right back at him. I think that’s exactly the thing that draws her to him, makes her efforts to befriend him so relentless. With million questions, shortening the distance between them and making it her life purpose to make him laugh, to unfrown that brow even if just for a second. She relishes the care and attention he gives her and she wants to give it back. It`s not the violence she`s activated by, it’s the kindness. She notices he's not hearing that well on his right side and she tries to accommodate that, she sees him passed out and she lets him sleep, even against his explicit wishes, because he needs rest. She wants to be useful, she wants to share some of the burden, she wants to be part of the team.

But Joel is reluctant, because he wants her to be a kid in the way she will never be allowed to be. Not in this world. And he knows that, yet he desperately wants to carry every burden by himself. To let her help would be to fail, to admit he is not invincible, to admit that he`s just one man. And as such he can only fail, sooner or later. The thing is parent-child relationship is all about failure. No matter how great of a parent, protector or carer you are, you won’t be able to watch you kid 24/7, the world is still going to turn as usual and things are going to happen. And some of those things are going to be really bad. What really matters is what happens next, that is what really defines a parent.

You don’t fail your kids when bad things happen to them, but you do fail them when you leave them to deal with the aftermath alone. That’s really all there is and still it makes all the difference. Someone to help you make sense of the world again, someone always showing you true north, reminding you who you are, someone telling you the same story over and over again and on bad days someone drawing the blinds on and just staying in with you. You can hear the snow settling on the roof, but inside it`s warm and you are both there and before you know it the sun is coming up again. It’s a new day.

Trauma jest not an event, but what happens to you because of that event. And how you`ll react to it, how it will affect you depends on many things and one of them is your environment. Do you have someone to catch you, to help you, to hold you? It’s nowhere near as simple as the creators of TLOU make it, “Joel saves Ellie emotionally”, cause that’s not possible, there is no saving or fixing. But patience, care and consistency of love make all the difference. Ellie saved herself, she survived David`s attack and she would`ve even without Joel. But having him there after the fact to catch her, to reassure her to be there for her is invaluable. And he will continue to be there as she moves past this, as she saves herself, lifts herself up. And she will.

But until she gets there Joel will be finding true north for her, singing her songs, asking her million questions and coming up with bad jokes and silly stories, hoping beyond all hope they will make her smile even if just for a second. He`ll make sure its extra safe so she can sleep and rest, but if that’s still not enough they`ll just stay up all night talking about sheep ranches on the moon. He will see her the way she is and always has been until she can see herself again too. It`s not medicine, but once again – it makes all the difference.

And if he`s a failed parent I wish every parent could fail their kid his exact way.

#listen #joel has many flaws #and he`s a complicated character #but he`s a good goddamn dad #tlou spoilers #the last of us spoilers #tlou hbo spoilers #the last of us hbo spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams

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toxic-potions-productions · 8 months

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About time I finished her. Here's Nanoka Matsumoto!

I procrastinated on this so much, it's not even funny. She was the HARDEST character so far, but at least I got it

Also, I went out to the Henry Ford museum in Dearborn with my parents earlier today, & it was incredible! Let me know if you want a photo dump later, cuz I'm down

Alright, meet Nanoka! She's one of the greatest kunoichi in Japan & is even a little famous because of it. Before she became one, she was, trigger warning, SA'd by a drunk man & she suddenly jumped him & killed him. Only with a single kunai. She's fully recovered from that by now & has used that power to put her where she is now

She's lived in the entertainment district her entire life. Because of this, she knows the area like the back of her hand. To the point where she knew something was wrong when Gyutaro & Daki came into the picture. BTW, about the Moonlit reunions arc with Koku & Zakiko, I'm changing it to take place during that arc instead of the swordsmith village arc. My bad! ^^"

She wasn't too keen on being arranged to three husbands all at once, so she hated all of them at first. Eventually, she just let her guard down around them & now she'll do anything for them

She & her hubbys actually help out Tengen, Yuzuki, & the kids when things get bad with upper six, so they hold off Gyutaro for a bit

Because of her beauty, she always gets hit on & asked to "have fun" with people. But, she's a loyal girl to her boys & she can & will stick a kunai down your gullet, so keep your hands to yourself

No doodle, but here's a close up of her hubbys!

Daichi was actually the biggest help with Gyu & Daki because he laid low under the radar, jumping from house to house to see what was happening

& I'm far too lazy to explain the boys right now, so I'll either edit this or direct you to @batmansbae1600 because I told her about them when she wanted to know about them. So, if you wanna know, either wait until I decide to edit this or just ask J

What I will tell you about them is that they look like they mean business, & they do, but they're always just a bunch of flustered kitties with Lady Nanoka (Yes, I'm gonna draw that at some point >:3)

Thank you for voting for her in that one poll so I can get her out of the way, she was so hard to do qwp

Okimi is next! Stay tuned!

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Nanoka, Daichi, Keiko, & Senko Matsumoto by: Me

Demon slayer by: Koyoharu Gotouge & Ufotable

Do not steal, trace or copy.

#Strawberry's art #Demon slayer #kny oc art #kny oc #kimitsu no yaiba

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I don't know if you remember her backstory I typed up a while back, but yeah... Tallulah has never in her life been safe or happy, and Chayanne has only just discovered these things, and he wants to give her the universe. That's his brain-friend and little sister! She's been hunted most of her life and he'll stab you if you hurt her! But also he's sharing his dads because sometimes the monsters are too tall. Best Big Brother.

And yeah! Egg classes! They do also have stuff like reading, writing, and maths, but their education is extremely casual and all over. Especially as it doubles up as daycare. Main eggs range from about 11 (Chayanne) to 2 (Trump) in terms of development, and then there's A1/Allie who is in her late teens to look at but only about 3 months old, and because of speed growth both mental and physical development are a mess. So, education is very, very all over. Just whatever the adults fancy teaching. It's the likes of Pac and Mike and Cellbit who insist someone has to teach them maths and reading and writing hardest (AKA the ones who didn't get education themselves...), though everyone shares the burden of unfun subjects.

And writing this I realise this Cellbit probably had an extremely bad reading ability most of his life. He remembers a bit of the skill from before the amnesia, like he does many skills (unlike say Quackity's amnesia where he lost reading and maths and stuff too), but... He still had to piece it all back together. And even then his skill was only that of a 10 year old. It's good now! And he teaches the kids to read and does silly voices when he does storytime for them (Pac e Mike do maths, but also baking powder volcano type science). But... it's a skill he had to fight for. Mostly alone. The prison did force him into some education programs, but it was mostly just them ticking legal requirement boxes not actually helping him with it. Felps almost certainly also helped, but yeeeeeah. I bet for his birthday Pac and Mike are trying to find and steal him a set of literary classics and the sort of stuff you study at school as he never had the chance to do any of those. Those two at least remember the schooling they did, and made it to 13/15 which is more than Cellbit's 10, even if not enough!!!

Sorry got distracted by thoughts of like... the blorbos.

Loving the thoughts about the blorbos!! Give me all of the distracted thoughts about the blorbos!!!!!

First of all yes bestest big brother Chayanne! Beloveds <3

The classes thing is so fucking cute holy shit. And makes sense who's advocating for the Essentials the most, given their circumstances (everyone just wants better for the kids than they got themselves I'm ;-;). The ideas about Cellbit, Pac, and Mike's educations pre-everything is just so goddamned *bangs fist on table /pos* (Rrrrr that's what I love about your worldbuilding and character-crafting so much it's those little details!! They mean so much. Love love love this series so much you've no idea.)

I imagine those classes with the kids are also a nice kind of break from the craziness of ykno: alien invasions, dangerous missions, constant threat of death or annihilation or Worse hanging over their heads. Stressed out of your mind about your impending doom? Go wrangle the kids into a lesson about photosynthesis. Do finger painting with them with whatever paints you've got. Demonstrate how to use a socket wrench. Help them bake something nice to eat. Show them how to write their names. Read a book with them and help them sound out the big words. Teach them phrases in your mother tongue, and then teach them about the country you came from, and then teach them about the continents, and then teach them about the planet. Sketch the solar system with a sharpie on the back of an old mission report and draw a little arrow to the circle labeled "Earth" and tell them we are here and this is our home. Answer their million-billion questions and remember what exactly it is you're fighting for.

#asks for curly #little kids are a handful sometimes but man they are oh so grounding. they rly put things into perspective.#obviously these kids have seen a lot but they /are/ still kids #and with their upbringings they're bound to be curious about the world outside of whatever horrors theyve been subjected to #idk got this idea and ran with it. obviously fjdskh.#factorial's xcom au

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Irondad/Parent!Tony Stark Masterlist 3

part one, part two

5 Times Everyone Thought Spider-Man was Iron Man's Favorite Superhero (ao3) - madasthesea G, 3k

Summary: And one time he actually admitted it.

AKA: Tony and Peter's relationship is so adorable, it keeps making the news.

5 times it wasn't a hug and the 1 time it was (ao3) - parkrstark T, 31k

Summary: 5 times it wasn't a hug and the one time it was.

Or...

The one where Tony has a habit of not-really-but-kinda-sorta hugging Peter and finally gets it right when it matters the most.

5 times Peter is stuck with Tony (ao3) - iron_spider T, 29k

Summary: (...and one time he’s stuck alone.)

“I wonder if Pepper’s reported me missing yet,” Tony says, with an exaggerated sigh. “I wonder if this is some kind of scheme to kidnap me or something.”

“I think the ride’s just broken,” Peter says.

“Today of all goddamn days,” Tony says, exasperation clear in his voice and in his eyes. “Ruining our trip—”

“It’s not ruined,” Peter says. “Look, we’re hanging out."

“Real quality time,” Tony huffs. “Us, a few other trapped members of the general public, and a handful of animatronic pirates. Drunk pirates. Repeating themselves.”

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud (ao3) - grilledcheesing T, 16k

Summary: ... and one time he did not.

Post Spider-Man: Homecoming — Tony is just trying his damn hardest to keep this reckless kid from Queens safe, but it's hard when Peter is, occasionally, ridiculous as all hell.

A Heart Grows (With More People To Love) (ao3) - josywbu G, 5k

Summary: When there's a newborn Stark on the horizon Peter starts to question his place in the family he has come to view as his own.

Good thing Tony has an abundance of parenting books at his disposal and knows exactly (kind of) what to do.

Alone (ao3) - Lost_And_Longing T, 38k (WIP)

Summary: Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym. - Stephen King

After four months with no contact between him and Mr. Stark, Peter finally comes to a conclusion he should have come to much, much earlier. Basically, Peter has depression. And no, not the romanticized version.

And if you need a friend, then please just say the word (ao3) - frostysunflowers T, 2k

Summary: ''Three cracked ribs, a broken wrist and a heavy blow to the head, along with multiple cuts and bruises.

Not so bad as Spider-Man injuries go.

So why is he driving like an absolute maniac towards the tower (a hastily repurchased tower to stand in place of the decimated compound) with a roiling churn of something bitter and painful in his stomach.

Because before, Peter would always call him. Always.

This time though…The kid called Happy instead.''

Baby's Firsts (ao3) - mainstreamelectricalparade T, 34k

Summary: A series of Peter's "firsts" through Tony's eyes.

Becoming Belonging (ao3) - sahiya G, 18k

Summary: Peter barely remembered the week after he came back, five years and two minutes after dying on Titan. But he did remember this: looking at Morgan Stark and feeling––to his immediate shame––wildly, insanely jealous that Morgan had had those five years with Tony and Peter hadn’t.

Bend The Definition Of Fate (ao3) - Ashleyparker2815 N/R, 122k

Summary: Peter Parker is de-aged and goes to Tony Stark for help. Tony doesn’t know what to do at first but he eventually learns, with a few bumps along the way.

come morning light (you and I'll be safe and sound) (ao3) - blondsak G, 11k

Summary: Tony draws in a sharp breath at the man's words as Peter tenses at his side, Tony bringing his cuffed hands up to card one through the kid’s hair soothingly. But inside, he’s absolutely panicking.

Because Tony recognizes that kind of tone-- he’s used it a time or two himself. He knows this isn’t just business, or even merely personal.

This is revenge.

Delicate (ao3) - Bean_reads_fanfic T, 16k

Summary: It starts here: Peter, in his Spider-Man suit minus the mask, caught deer-in-the-headlights-style in front of a person he’s never met before in the kitchen of his and May’s apartment.

“You’re, uh, what’s-his-name –” The guy coughs a bit, swallowing. He points at Peter, his voice getting higher as he goes: “P – uh – Peter, right? You’re – you’re Spider-man?!” ... One unfortunate encounter starts a chain of frustrating events; in the process of which, Peter's insecurities are examined. Including but not limited to: his worries that Tony cares about Spider-Man more than Peter Parker.

Five Things Tony Didn't Know (ao3) - TinyAndAngry G, 14k

Summary: And the one thing he did

Five Times Peter was Tony’s Son and One Time Tony was his Dad (ao3) - zojnks T, 13k

Summary: Peter doesn’t understand how much Tony really cares for him, and keeps accidentally calling him “Dad” and not noticing. Tony notices every time, though, and it means so much more to him than he thought it would.

for the love of freefall (ao3) - sagemb T, 7k

Summary: In the months after Homecoming night, Peter learns the value of being his own age.

It Takes a Village (or a team of superheroes) (ao3) - aven_garde steve/tony T, 33k

Summary: Three months after the Chitauri attack, Tony received a phone call that changed his life. (Or, the one in which a group of remarkable people come together and balance battling villains and raising a child).

I wouldn't drink that if I were you, kid (ao3) - Lequia G, 6k

Summary: In which Peter Parker feels abandoned, Tony Stark manages to screw things up even more, and DUM-E may or may not have found another fire extinguisher.

Waiting (ao3) - grilledcheesing T, 7k

Summary: *** INFINITY WAR SPOILERS! ***

Everyone comes back.

Everyone, that is, except Peter.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #peter parker #tony stark #irondad #irondad masterlist

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Who was your first ever OC? Do you still “use” them? How have they evolved over time?

What story are you the proudest of? Why?

What are your favourite relationships between your OCs? (romantic or platonic!)

Hiii thanks for asking! This got super long so I‘m diving each one with a ——— so it’s easier to read!

Officially, my first oc was/is Tomato the tomato girl, whom I made as a 12y old for a jump n run game called "Tomato and the quest for Spaghetti“ in one of those "make your own game“ online thingies that give you a bunch of small game templates to edit. The plot was (iirc) either that the holy Spagetti was stolen or lost, or that there was no ketchup left for said spaghetti and she went out to find it. …don’t think too much about the implications of the latter one.

I still "use“ her the way I "use“ most ocs I’ve got; that is, making them in character creators and occasionally drawing them if I‘m bored, as cameos, or memes. So not actively.

Since she’s basically been "dormant“ since I was 15, only her looks changed, mostly!

Originally her hair was literally just a tomato, and the outfit was a sleeveless square dress in red with a green scarf (and isn’t that a familiar color palette?),

then it became a winter dress with sleeves,

then went back to the first one but the scarf was gone and tried to actually draw her a bit rounder,

gained a friend and the hair‘s become regular hair,

ran both looks parallel as seasonal outfits,

and then I was 15. Have been sitting on a potential "future“ look for an older version of her, as she was originally set at ~12y old like me at the time.

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Story as in character or proper story? For characters, Red‘s still the only one who both makes sense and doesn’t only feel like self-indulgence, so her :]

Actual story is…I’ve got a bunch of small "testing out how writing works“ WIP’s in the drafts (and I think 1 of them might even have been posted?) on my oc blog, but the only stories that actually ever saw the light of day were a bunch of crack fics about emojis me and my bff wrote in 6th grade. One person sent one part, and then the other one continued writing a bit from there. The greatest of them was the dramatic life and romance of the star and comet emoji.

Like. The Finale is one big fightscene on top of a volcano and also makes up half the story. The main villains are Manfred von Karma Ace Attorney and Günther Fire Emblem Fates. There’s a Yuri-on-Ice segment between the shit emoji and literal broccoli, which turns into the best romance in this entire thing and is to this day unironically the most invested I have ever been in a ship. A group of 7 only had 6 people in it and we didn’t notice until the very end. It was very bad, and very glorious.

I kid you not, if you want to have the best fun you could ever have with writing, grab yourself a friend or anyone online, and start writing an absolute crack fic with no holding back, it’ll be fun af

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Aside from the absolutely best romance ever created that’s alluded to up there, for my own guys- whatever the heck is (supposed to be) going on between Violet and Mage. It’s basically "I vibe with who you are but hate what you stand for“.

Or alternatively, the arranged marriage trope but the marriage is friendship and the arrangement is Red, and also it’s enemies to rivals

Because, in principle, Violet and Mage hate each other. Violets entire life has been dictated by duties and trying her damn hardest to get good enough with light magic to meet the expectations of her family because of her high magic potential, only to fall through, and basically spent her whole life stuck in a single room with barely any contact to others let alone anything genuine. Meanwhile there’s Mage who wields his dark magic with an ease like it’s a kids toy and no problem using it for petty things, no regard for the damage it could potentially cause, can do whatever the heck he wants and go everywhere, and worst, having all the freedom in the world yet CHOOSING to lie to everyone and himself, while she has been forced to follow a script that ends with her doom.

On the other hand, Mage looks at Violet and sees another pompous royal judging him based on status differences, whose family is leeching off his hard-earned bearings just because some legend says they’ve got special god sealing juice in their line, AND she has the absolute audacity to deliberately let the people who know her think she’s still missing or even dead, when his best friend went missing 5 years ago and he never found out what happened, how dare she make others go through that pain.

They also both know the other is lying to themself basically 24/7 and reaaaallly don’t like having that mirror in front of their faces.

On the other hand, they keep having things in common, and the fact annoys them both whenever it’s pointed out. They’re both unashamedly manipulative. Mage got no problem lying and backstabbing for his own gains, while Violet has no issue using manipulation and such if that’s the "most efficient way" to solve any given problem (even if it includes pretending you’re MIA). They also very much like to tag-team to mess with others in that regard. They both hate having to play an act personality-wise, but also understand that’s often the only way to gain the best outcome of any situation.

And they‘re both absolutely nerds. Loving history, knowledge, learning things and excitedly tell others fun facts, a fascination for magic (something Violet only begrudgingly admits) and are absolutely thrilled that there’s finally another person who not only wants to listen but also KNOWS what they’re talking about and can add to it with their own info, AND they both enjoy talking to the other in general.

Basically, they would NEVER even walk near each other a 1km radius if they both hadn’t been friends with Red, but if she was ever out of the equation afterwards, there‘s a good chance they’d actually hang out with each other at least for a while (It’d inevitably fall apart. But there’s also a chance they’d hang out again perhaps, probably by accidentally being forced to work together again)

Also somewhere along the line their designs started reflecting that whole "completely opposite sides but also the same things in common“ thing a bit and I still think that’s the smartest thing I’ve ever done lmao

#another anon ask #original character do not steal [tm]#…it kind turned into a character analysis type thingy #character st/udy? is that what this is called?#hmm

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Oh shit I finally updated that The Batman fic I started like. Months ago??? Sorry about the delay, Moon Knight happened and well. Y’know. Full chapter is below but I’ll be including an AO3 link as well! (As a quick CW, this chapter does include a hostage situation involving a gunman. No one gets hurt, but with America being...’Murica lately, I figured better safe than sorry.)

a symbol of hope - chapter two

November 22

"What about this one?"

Clark leaned over to check the photo. “Oh, that one, definitely,” Clark said. The picture was from a press conference the day before Clark’s interview with Bruce Wayne. Bella Real stood at the podium, out of focus as she talked about Renewal. Bruce Wayne stood to her left, elevated slightly from the steps and the height difference, fully in focus. Looking at the reporters, but with a more somber expression. Almost mournful. I see your suffering, that look said. I want to help. It definitely fit the man Clark had spoken to the day before. “It’s perfect.”

Jimmy Olsen beamed. “I thought so! Still bummed I couldn’t go with you...”

“Interview was contingent on it just being me,” Clark said apologetically. “I don’t think I would’ve been able to get anything out of him if I had company. And I don’t think he would’ve been comfortable enough for a good photo.”

“Yeah, fair.” Jimmy flipped through a few more pictures before putting the camera away. “So, we’re hitting the food bank today?”

“Yeah, then trying again for the mayor. I’ll live if I can’t get a quote from her, but it’d be nice.” She’d definitely given enough press conferences to draw from. And he had managed to get an interview with Bruce Wayne. That was the impressive part. “Shoot, incoming!”

They barely got away from the road before a truck rolled by, sending up a splash of water where they’d just been standing. It had started raining again the night before, and the streets flooded by morning. It wasn’t as bad as it had been, ankle-deep at worst, but it gave Clark flashbacks to trying to shovel the driveway while it was still snowing. By the time you reached the end, there was already a good half inch covering up all your hard work.

“How is it that we only drove like, two hours to get here, and I feel like we’re on a different planet?” Jimmy asked. “Where’s all this rain coming from?”

“No idea,” Clark said, “but I get what you mean. We’re almost there, though.” He forged on ahead, checking the GPS on his phone to make sure they were actually going in the right direction. “And it shouldn’t rain again today. Hopefully.”

Jimmy looked doubtful. Clark didn’t blame him. Rain seemed to come and go in this place, regardless of what the weather man said.

The food bank wasn’t too busy when they arrived, though Clark had a feeling that would change soon. They checked in with the manager, just to be sure they were still okay to be there, before they started making their way around the room. Not everyone was willing to speak to them, but some were. It took a lot of courage, Clark knew…or a lot of desperation.

“The kids are managing okay,” said one woman, Eva Patterson. Her husband had been injured in the flooding. They didn’t know when he’d be back to work. “We were lucky. Our apartment is on the fourth floor and there wasn’t too much structural damage. We have friends staying with us until they find someplace else.”

“How many have left the city entirely?”

Mrs. Patterson laughed. “None. Where would we go? We can barely afford to live here. And even if we could...” She glanced between Clark and Jimmy nervously, as if expecting them to judge her. “Gotham is our home. Call us stubborn, but we don’t want to abandon it that easily.”

That was a common sentiment. And maybe they were stubborn, but Clark understood. He’d probably do the same if it were him and Smallville. “Well, thank you for talking to us, ma’am. Do you mind if we get a picture?”

That was usually the hardest sell, but fortunately, Mrs. Patterson didn’t seem to mind. The first shots were, to Clark’s eyes, really good. She looked tired, but strong. Bolstered by finally getting the help she needed. Then her face changed, the smile going confused.

Then horrified.

“Oh, fuck...”

Clark looked over his shoulder.

There was a man in the doorway. Damp. Face smeared with the dirt and grease of the city streets.

He was holding a gun.

There weren’t any guards in the room. Why would there be? Who would steal from a smaller place like this in the middle of the day? The police and national guard were busy elsewhere. That left a room with, by his count, maybe ten people, most of whom froze at the sight of a weapon. These were church volunteers, mothers trying to bring home food before their kids got back from school, a few homeless people too exhausted from last night’s rain to do anything but stare. Jimmy Olsen, who was a new hire photographer from a city with a shockingly low crime rate.

And him, Clark Kent.

Clark had seen guns before. Pa had walked him through the basics of gun safety, because there was a shotgun in the house in case a coyote got too bold, and just because Clark was indestructible didn’t mean he shouldn’t learn. He’d never actually used one—never had to, never wanted to. But he was probably more familiar with them than anyone else in the room. The sight still chilled him. Something about the modern sleekness of it felt more dangerous than even the shotgun had. The man holding it just stared at them all, as if he hadn’t expected to actually find himself there. “...take it easy...” Clark said. He tried to angle his body so Mrs. Patterson was behind him. Will it ricochet if it hits me? She won’t get hurt, but will someone else? “It’s okay. The food is free. You don’t have to...”

And now the gun was pointed directly at his head. Would that be easier or harder to play off as he missed? Headshots were hard, especially when your hands were shaking as badly as the gunman’s, but...

I can’t believe I’m thinking like this. There’s a gun pointed at my head. Someone could get hurt.

“Where is he?” asked the gunman, his voice hoarse.

“I don’t...”

The first shot hit one of the lights right behind Clark. He’d instinctively dodged, but he had a feeling it hadn’t been meant to hurt him. “Him! He’s still watching, right?! He has to be!” Someone stood up, only to find the gun pointed at them instead. “Don’t!”

Ten people. Technically they outnumbered this guy. But they were all tired, scared, just regular people. Rough as Gotham was, Clark doubted anyone was really ready for something like this. He knew he could’ve taken out the gunman without getting hurt, but could he do it without hurting the man?

Maybe I can talk him down. Maybe...

But not with everyone else here.

“It’s okay,” Clark said. “He’s just scared. There’s no need to escalate.”

“Nobody moves.”

“Okay.”

“Nobody goes anywhere until...” The gunman blinked heavily. He looked exhausted. “I want to talk to him.”

“Him who?”

“I need to talk to the Batman.”

Jimmy made a startled, strangled laughing noise. Fortunately, the noise didn’t set off the gunman further. “I don’t think he’s...” The gun moved back to Clark as he spoke. “...here. But if you just let me call...”

“No! No cops, no...they’ll just send me back. I can’t go back there. Put the fucking phone down!”

Clark heard the clatter of a phone hitting a tabletop as he scrambled to get between the gunman and whoever had tried to make the phone call. “Okay, okay, no cops.” Though he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be that easy for very long. “Okay. You want to talk to the Batman. So do I. I’m...” He slowly, carefully reached into his breast pocket for his press pass. “...I’m a reporter. I’m with the Daily Planet. Maybe we can help each other out.”

The man hesitated. He didn’t seem...opposed to the offer. Good. Take the opportunity. “How about this? Everyone else goes, and I’ll stay and help you figure this out. Okay?”

“Clark!” hissed Jimmy.

Sorry, buddy. Only one of us is bulletproof, and I’d rather be shot with only one witness around. “No tricks, I promise.”

The man hesitated again. Looked around his shoulder, then around the room. He gestured with the gun. “Kitchen. Kitchen, now.”

“Okay, okay.” Clark started backing up. “Jimmy, get everyone out of here.”

“Clark, I’m not...”

“I’ll be fine. Just get everyone out, okay? Try to...find me the Batman, I guess.” He felt ridiculous saying it out loud, but what else could he say? “Go. Please.”

He half-expected Jimmy to insist on staying. But Mrs. Patterson was clinging to his arm, and Jimmy Olsen wasn’t an idiot. He knew his best bet to help Clark would be out of the building. That didn’t stop him from looking guilty as he started guiding the people closest to him towards the door. “Go..go on..”

The gunman steered Clark into the kitchen, away from any windows. Everyone else fled. Jimmy was the last out the door.

“I’ll be fine,” Clark repeated after him.

Physically, anyway.

It wasn’t even 10 a.m. It wasn’t even 10 a.m., and he had a hostage situation. Single gunman holed up with a reporter from Metropolis in a food bank, asking for the Batman, at fucking 10 a.m. Didn’t help that the reporter’s buddy, a photographer named James Olsen, refused to leave the scene. “Sir, we’re doing everything we can to help your friend,” Jim said, for what felt like the millionth time. “You’ve done everything you can.”

“I’m not leaving him,” Olsen said. He was still trembling, clutching that camera like it was a lifeline, but the stubborn set of his jaw said he wouldn’t be talked out of this. “I go when he’s safe.”

Fucking hell. “Can you at least wait over there? Please?” He turned back to one of the other officer. “What’s the word from SWAT?”

“Nothing yet.”

“Shit.” SWAT was under equipped after the flooding got into their armory. Police were short staffed in general. Guard couldn’t spare anyone. His best bet probably was the Batman, but he didn’t come out during the day so much anymore now that the situation was stable. The hostage still had his phone on him. They didn’t have a hostage negotiator on call, but...it might be worth risking. “Let’s just try to keep this from blowing up until they get here.”

He’d gotten the reporter’s number from Olsen. Dialing it felt almost as risky as trying to storm the building, and Jim couldn’t help bracing himself for the sound of a gunshot. It rang. And rang. And...

“Clark Kent speaking,” said the voice on the other end. “You’re on speaker.”

So the gunman would hear. Better than nothing, he guessed. “Mr. Kent, this is Jim Gordon of the Gotham PD. Are you hurt?”

“No, no, I’m not hurt. Ben and I are just talking.”

Ben. The name didn’t immediately ring a bell. “I can’t see you from out here. Where are you?”

“Further back. He...”

“You send any officers in here, I’ll shoot him,” snapped a second voice. Male, trembling, slightly distant. That had to be the gunman. “Understand?!”

“We’re not sending anyone in. I just want to talk. What do you want the Batman for?”

The line was silent. Jim had to turn the volume up, but he thought he could hear...footsteps, pacing, mumbling. Hand over the mic. Someone else speaking in a hushed tone. The hand pulled away. “Ben wants a third party. He’s been having some trouble and he doesn’t trust the police to manage it.”

Of course not. Trust in the police was low as it was for law-abiding folks. “I’ll do what I can, but...until then, can we at least see you? Get a visual confirmation you’re unharmed?”

Again, a hand covered the mic. More muffled conversation. When Jim’s phone buzzed, it was with a request for a video call. He accepted.

Jim had a feeling he’d walked past five guys who looked exactly like Clark Kent on his way to work today. The vivid blue of his eyes was his most noteworthy feature. That, and the fact that he was remarkably calm. There was no sign of the gunman. “He didn’t want to be on-camera,” Clark Kent said. He glanced up briefly, then back at the screen. “Is Jimmy okay?”

“Worried about you. Won’t leave the scene, actually.”

Kent smiled briefly, almost fondly. “At least tell me he’s getting pictures.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m a journalist, sir. Might as well get something out of this other than a fun dinner story.” The amusement faded quickly from Kent’s face as the offscreen gunman hissed something. “He..really wants to talk to the Batman, sir. Not sure if there’s anything you can do about that, but...”

“Just get him down here!” snapped the voice before the screen abruptly shook. Jim heard Clark Kent try to protest, but the line went dead. No gun shots, no cries of pain, but...

Damn it.

“Don’t tell me that signal is the only way you can talk to him,” Martinez said skeptically.

Jim sighed heavily. He had asked the man about a phone number. Batman had just stared at him for a moment before turning back to the case files. He did that a lot. “New plan,” Jim said. He looked to his left, where a few TV news reporters had started setting up. It went against everything he’d usually do in a hostage situation, but if it was the only way... “Here’s hoping he’s not that nocturnal.”

Seriously, man. We’ve got to get you a phone.

“Master Wayne?”

Bruce flinched away from the hand on his shoulder. He wasn’t sure what he’d been dreaming about, but it bled over into his half-awake state, flooding his body with the sense that he was in danger. He wasn’t. It was just Alfred. “What?” Bruce asked, his mind scrambling to catch up. “What is it?”

“I’m sorry to wake you sir, but you might want to see this.” He passed a phone off to Bruce. There was a livestream. News conference with a local channel. Jim Gordon speaking to a reporter. Talking about...

“...has made it clear that he wishes to communicate with the Batman. I’m not sure why he decided to come here for that, but...”

Hostage Situation in Downtown Gotham.

Bruce was suddenly very awake.

“Where?”

“Food bank. I’ve already got the address and...” Alfred stepped aside as Bruce scrambled out of bed. “Pot of coffee.”

Bruce wanted to turn it down, but...no, adrenaline would only go so far. He could multitask. “If anyone asks, I was up late doing...whatever it is people like me do at night. Won’t be able to return any calls.”

“Of course, sir.”

The coffee was still a bit too hot as he choked it down, but he powered through. The slight burn helped him wake up more. Suit on. Grab the bike. Check the address. He knew the location. It was one place he’d guarded during a food transport. Probably why the gunman had thought to look for him there. But in the middle of the day? He must have been desperate.

Desperate enough to take a hostage.

I hope I’m not too late.

Ma’s gonna kill me.

Of course, Ma would know that he wasn’t in any physical danger. But you tell any mother their son had decided to put himself in a life or death situation and she wasn’t going to take the news well. He’d be grounded for at least fifty years if she had any say.

At least the others are safe.

“So,” Clark said calmly. The recorder in his pocket was already running. The audio quality probably wouldn’t be the best, but it was better than nothing. “Why do you want to talk to him so badly?”

The gunman—Ben, no last name given—kept pacing back and forth in front of the back doorway. Clark probably could have bull rushed him by now, but something about the desperation in his eyes made Clark stay. There’s something more to this. I have to know. “I know you said you can’t trust the police. Is it because of what happened with Carmine Falconi?”

“No. No, not that. They don’t...they don’t care. They just send you back to that place, every single time. I try to tell them, but they don’t listen. It’s just the hole or the cell...”

“The cell where?”

Ken’s eyes narrowed. Stay calm. Redirect. “Look, I’m not from here, remember? I’m from Metropolis. I’m not in anyone’s pocket here in Gotham. Besides, if something is going on, I can make sure a lot of people know about it. We’ve got one of the biggest readerships on the Eastern seaboard. I’m pretty good, too. Managed to get an interview with Bruce Wayne yesterday.”

Ben still regarded him suspiciously. Clark couldn’t blame him, he really couldn’t, but it was a very scary few seconds. “Arkham,” Ben said finally.

Oh, boy. “The, uh...”

“Not that one. They’ve got other ones. Smaller ones. Places they stick you when they want you to just shut up. They move you around and no one notices and nobody cares...” Ben stopped pacing. The fear in his eyes was back, and worse. “He’ll care. He has to care. Someone’s gotta...”

He trailed off again, his eyes going distant. He had a persistent tic in his right eye. Honestly, Clark was wondering if the tremor in his hands was nerves or something neurological. Ben seemed acquainted with the mental health system in Gotham...not that Clark could armchair diagnose, not his place, but something was wrong. I’ll have to be careful. For his well-being if nothing else.

“Why don’t you want to go back to Arkham? Are you afraid they won’t believe you there?”

“They’re the ones that did it. They stuck it inside me.”

Oh, dear. Clark didn’t want to agitate the guy, but he didn’t want to accidentally play into any delusions either. That definitely wouldn’t help. “Stuck what inside where?” Clark asked carefully.

Ben didn’t answer. He started pacing again. Clark knew he should have been afraid, but he mostly felt...pity. The man was terrified. Desperate enough to point a gun at a room full of strangers and turn to a vigilante for help.

What happened to you, Ben?

“He’ll listen,” Ben whispered. “He’ll listen. He’s got to...” He stopped and looked at Clark. “You think I’m crazy.”

“No,” Clark said immediately. “I think...clearly something’s upset you. I think you want help. I know...” He breathed in and out slowly. “Whatever you’re experiencing...the fear is real. And I can’t imagine what that feels like. I’m sorry, Ben.”

“...fear.” Ben swallowed nervously. “That’s what...he always talked about. The doctor. Always going on about that.”

Interesting. “The doctor...your doctor at Arkham?”

“No. Yes. It’s...he wasn’t supposed to be. But he always just...butted in. Asking questions, giving me treatments I didn’t...I didn’t want them. Not just the meds, either. The surgery.”

“Surgery?”

“In my head.”

“Like...electroshock?”

“No. No, they carved out part of me and they stuck it in...they...” He abruptly pulled off his hat, turning his head just enough that Clark could see the side. “You see?”

Clark did see. The scar on his head was a tidy u-shape, almost on the direct back of the head. Clark wasn’t a neurosurgeon; that scar could’ve been from anything. But it did look too tidy to have been from an accident. “That looks...pretty fresh,” he said. “How long ago was this?”

“Before the flooding. A few weeks...months? I don’t know, time is all...” Ben turned to face him again. “I don’t know.”

He looked so distressed. Despite himself, Clark took a deep breath, blinked a few times, and focused on the man’s skull. He was just grateful the act didn’t change his eyes in any way. Far as Ben knew, Clark was just trying to steady himself after a very stressful day. He had no idea that Clark could see through his skull now. Into the eyes, the brain, and...

Wait.

Clark struggled to keep a straight face, to not to react to the solid lump of something nestled in the man’s skull. The shape was vague, partially obscured by the brain, but it wasn’t organic, that was for sure.

What is that?!

“This...doctor,” Clark said. He was impressed by how calm his own voice was. “What’s his name?”

Ben winced and looked around as if he expected the man to appear out of thin air. Even when he finally spoke, the name came out in a whisper, full of dread.

“Crane.”

The sound of the motorbike was probably the best thing he’d heard all day. Especially when it was accompanied by startled gasps and murmurs.

It’s him.

The Batman cut an entirely different figure in the daylight. You’d think he’d look ridiculous—and, honestly, he still kind of did. The effect was best in the shadows, at night. But he walked with such confidence that you couldn’t help feeling a bit intimidated. Everyone got out of the way pretty quickly as he walked towards Jim. “I’m getting you a phone,” Jim said.

“I can get my own phone,” Batman replied. His eyes slid to the food pantry. “Just one hostage?”

“And one gunman. We think they’re still in the kitchen. Hostage is Clark Kent, Metropolis boy here to do some reporting. We only got a first name for the gunman. Ben. Witnesses say he’s...forties, white, about 5’8”, gray eyes...”

“Broken nose,” said a quietly awed voice. Jimmy Olsen had snuck back over. “Uhm...his clothes were army surplus, I think. Kind of dirty. He had a hat on.”

Batman gave Olsen a once-over. “You were inside?”

“Yeah. With Clark. I wanted to get a picture, but I was worried if I tried...”

“You did the right thing.” Batman turned his gaze back to the building. “How long until SWAT gets here?”

“Couldn’t tell you. Once we hear from them, ten minutes? But that’s once we hear from them.” And who knew how long that would be when they had to scramble to recover equipment from other places and other people. “You want me to call, let them know you’re here?”

“...yeah. Might not take it well if I just walked in.”

That was for damn sure. Jim pulled out his phone and redialed Clark Kent’s number. He was briefly worried the man wouldn’t pick up, but after a few rings...

“What?!” snapped the voice on the other end.

Ben, not Kent. Damn it, could be a problem. “This is Jim Gordon again. Is Clark...?”

“’m fine,” called a voice, muffled, off-mic. “I’m not hurt.”

Thank God for that, at least. “I got what you asked for. The Batman’s right here. Do you want me to put him on?”

There was a pause. It sounded like the phone exchanged hands before another video call request came in. Taking a video call and having to check that the damn Batman was in view wasn’t how he expected today to go, but it wasn’t the weirdest thing he’d done this month. Not even the weirdest thing he’d done in the past two years. Clark Kent was visible on the other end, but again, not the gunman. Kent’s eyes went wide. “Oh, geez,” he said. “You actually...uh. Hi.” Kent glanced off-camera. “Yeah, that’s...definitely him. I think.”

A second face peered into the camera. Grey eyes, like Olsen had said. Skin battered and wrinkled. Bridge of the nose a bit misshapen. Ben leaned back out of camera just as quickly. “I want to talk to you,” he said.

“I heard,” Batman said calmly. “You send the reporter out and...”

“No, no, he stays until we’re done. I don’t trust the rest of them. You can come in. Just you.”

“I’ll be fine,” Kent added quickly. “Don’t worry about me, just...let’s hear him out, okay?”

Again, he was remarkably calm for someone who probably still had a gun pointed at him. How long had he been doing this? Jim glanced the Batman’s way. Their eyes met briefly. The Batman asking permission without saying anything.

“...just get the hostage out alive, okay?” Jim said quietly.

“I will.” Then, louder, “I’m coming in the front door.”

“Okay. Okay.”

The line went dead. Jim sighed. “I’m trusting your judgment on this, but once SWAT gets here...”

“Right.” The Batman nodded. “I’ll be quick.”

Well. That didn’t bode well for Ben. Jim almost felt sorry for the poor bastard.

Then again, he did ask for this.

Why would anyone do that?

The space was silent. Food left discarded on tables. The lingering scent of stress sweat. One light out. One casing on the floor. No one had been hurt yet.

Batman intended to keep it that way.

The kitchen door opened a crack as he approached it. Clark Kent stood on the other side. Eyes wide. Awed. “Hi, uh. Sir.” He opened the door wide enough to let Batman in. Wide enough to reveal the gun pointed at the back of his head. “Sorry to wake you, but Ben could use a hand.”

“...so I’ve heard.”

Ben, no last name. His eyes were bloodshot. The fact that he held eye contact with Batman, and the fact that his expression was one of relief, wary as it was, spoke volumes. The element didn’t look at him like that. Desperate, frightened people who needed help—or, at least, who thought they did—looked at him like that. That was good; it increased the chances they could get out of this without injuries. “Inside,” said Ben with a quiet, shaking voice. “Please, they might see.”

A nebulous they. Not the first time he’d heard something like that. Real or imagined, didn’t matter in that moment. It was real to Ben, influencing his decisions. So, Batman stepped inside. “Lower the gun,” he said calmly. “I’m here now. You can let the reporter go.”

Ben hesitated. A moment of clarity—too afraid to let the reporter go, but nervous about saying why. Probably thought he was pushing his luck as it was. Fortunately... “I think he’s a bit worried about the police,” Kent said. His voice was still level, still shockingly calm. “Tell you what, you put the gun down...I’ll stay of my own free will, okay? Do you mind if I take notes?”

Dedicated. Foolhardy. But his presence seemed to calm Ben, so Batman didn’t try to argue. “Okay,” Ben said. “Okay.”

He was shaking. Not just from fear. Coming down off a high, perhaps. “I need help,” Ben whispered. “They’re going to come for me. I can’t go back there.”

“Where?”

“Arkham. Satellite inpatient. The one...” Ben’s eye twitched. The twitch seemed to worsen as he struggled to remember. Neurological, maybe. “Near the bank. Down the street from the train station.”

He knew the one. It had been one of the worse hit buildings. Batman had been sure that many surviving patients had fled, become a part of the homeless population. This confirmed it. “Why can’t you go back?”

“The doctors hurt me. They hurt other people. They...” Ben turned his head. “He saw it. He knows.”

He was Clark Kent. “The scar,” Kent explained softly. “He said it was in the past months.”

It was an obvious mark on the man’s head. From a surgery, if Batman had to guess. He’d seen similar marks on cancer patients. Craniotomy, to remove a tumor. Possible that he’d had brain surgery, the stress of the situation contributed to a delusion...perhaps the tumor grew back...

“They put something in my head. Not just me, others. They’re out there, and they’ve been hunting us down. Trying to get us back. I can’t, I won’t...Crane will kill me this time, I know he will...”

“Crane. One of the doctors?”

“Yeah.” Ben stopped pacing. “Please. Help me get it out. I’ll tell you everything that I know, just get it out of me. Please.”

Feeding into the delusions of an unwell person could make things considerably worse. He knew this better than most. But taking him to the hospital could confirm the true nature of his injury–a tumor, brain damage incurred during the flooding, whatever it was. At the very least, it had a psychiatric ward not run by Arkham, a place where he might be able to find healing without the shadow (real or imagined) of the institution.

“I can speak to Detective Gordon,” Batman said carefully. “They may want armed guard around you, but we should be able to take you to Gotham General.” Perhaps not in an ambulance–they didn’t want to take more from the already strained emergency services–but he could think of something. “I can’t guarantee what treatment they’ll recommend, but I promise I will not let them send you back.”

Ben mulled over the words. The tremors in his hands made gauging his mood difficult, but after a long pause…

“Okay. Okay.” Without being prompted, he held out the gun, grip-first. “Okay. Thank you.”

Everything went smoothly from there.

They were, somehow, able to get a private ambulance out. Batman had no idea what strings Gordon had pulled for that, but he was truly grateful. It pulled up near the front door, blocking them from the prying eyes of journalists. Ben started trembling violently; Batman rested a hand on his shoulder, quietly trying to reassure the man. Still here. I keep my promises.

“I’ll be right behind you,” he said quietly. “I need to speak to Gordon first.”

Ben, despite his tremors, went without complaint, leaving Batman outside with a beleaguered James Gordon and a still-hovering Clark Kent. “Can’t wait to see what the HIPPA release forms are going to look like,” Gordon noted dryly. “Mr. Kent, we have a medical team ready for you as well if...”

“Oh, no, I’m fine,” Kent said immediately. “Not in shock, I think.” He turned his attention to Batman as he reached into his breast pocket. “He didn’t really tell me anything different than what he told you, but if you want the recordings, transcripts...” He held out a business card. “If you think any of it will be useful, I can give you what you need.”

Interesting. Most would have dismissed Ben’s behavior as the actions of a delusional man—shown him some compassion, perhaps, but not taken it seriously. Kent, though...

“You think there’s something more to this?” Gordon asked as he intercepted the business card.

“I mean...” Kent adjusted his glasses. He seemed embarrassed. “I know, it probably sounds ridiculous, but...call it reporter’s intuition? I just don’t think he got spooked like that over nothing.”

He’s either naïve or he’s onto something. Difficult to say which. “We’ll reach out if we need any further statement,” Gordon said. “Are you sure you’re all right? You don’t need anything?”

“...is it too much to ask for an interview with the Batman?”

Batman was sure for a moment the man was serious. Kent eventually cracked a smile, sheepish, perhaps sensing the comment hadn’t landed. “Yeah, I know. Shot in the dark. I’ll get out of your hair. Thank you.”

He slipped off to join his friend, Olsen. The start of their conversation was just audible as they moved further back into the crowd. “Clark, you scared the shit out of me-”

“He’s gutsy, I’ll give him that,” Gordon noted. “Well, time to see if they have space for us at Gotham General. I just hope the roads are clear.”

They were clearer than they had been–clear enough that getting to the hospital was easy. It was a flurry of activity from there–doctors taking Ben off, trying to figure out how exactly they were supposed to handle the presence of a costumed vigilante, Ben loudly insisting he wasn’t going anywhere unless the Batman was there. It took a lot of conversation to convince him to let Gordon go instead. James Gordon, at least, existed as a legal entity. The Batman…not so much.

Hopefully this won’t be a recurring issue.

Batman waited nearby, as close as the orderlies would let him. He could feel a lot of eyes on him. It was difficult to gauge the reactions; there were a lot of unreadable stares, people looking away the second they felt he was staring back, inaudible whispers. Almost more alarming were the people who actually did speak to him.

Thank you for what you did.

My sister was in that apartment building on Fifth…she might have drowned if you hadn’t…

A lot of people are still alive because of you. I hope you know that.

He did know, academically. But there was something strange about hearing it. It made figuring out how to respond difficult (not that he’d ever been that good at speaking to people to begin with). Fortunately, most who spoke to him said their piece and left. The ones who did linger for longer than a few seconds didn’t seem to expect a response, and were content with a slight smile and a nod. It was the best he could manage.

He hoped that they knew what it really meant.

You’re welcome. It’s the least I can do. You don’t have to thank me.

He was not so caught up in the strange experience of being seen that he missed the slight commotion happening down the hallway. There was a cluster of hospital staff around one person–Gordon, he realized. They were all pushing to see something in his hands.

It wasn’t a tumor. It couldn’t have been. Not with the way they were reacting.

Not with the look on Gordon’s face as he approached. “Outside,” was all he said. Plausible deniability. Can’t show you these files in front of people.

Batman followed him outside. The second they were away from prying eyes, Gordon opened the folder. “Don’t suppose you have any idea what the hell this could be?” he asked, his tone weary.

The pictures were all of a man’s skull–and whatever it was that was nestled against his brain. It had too many right angles to be natural, and the bright glow of something metal under the x-rays.

He wasn’t delusional.

“The doctors don’t know?” he asked.

“They don’t have any idea. It’s like nothing they’ve ever seen before.” Gordon put the files away. “They’ve got Ben on some medication. Once he’s stabilized, I’m going to try interviewing him. But something tells me this is…going to need your unique expertise.”

He probably wasn’t wrong.

“It seems like your reporter friend had quite the interesting day,” Alfred noted.

“Not my friend,” Bruce replied wearily. He glanced at the screen. Clark Kent was on-camera, being filmed from a distance while speaking to someone else. He looked shaken, but eager. Of course he is, Alfred thought. He has just been saved by the Batman. “He asked for an interview when he was out.”

Alfred had to bite back a laugh. He may not have known the man for long, but that made sense with what he’d seen. “Dedicated to his work.”

“Yeah.” Bruce sat down heavily in a chair. “Do you know anything about brain implants?”

Brain implants. Alfred really thought he’d started getting used to the strange questions that came with this job. Now he’d lived through a terrorist who dealed in riddles and was staring down brain implants. “Nothing off the top of my head, no. Why?”

“The gunman was convinced that someone had put a device in his head.” Bruce cycled through the footage on his contact camera before stopping on one frame. “He wasn’t wrong.”

Alfred wasn’t sure what to make of the image. The camera’s quality combined with the lack of detail in an x-ray meant the device’s exact nature was lost, but it certainly wasn’t supposed to be there. “The doctors don’t know?”

Bruce shook his head. “They handed everything they had over to Gordon. The gunman said it was done to him against his will at one of Arkham’s inpatient facilities. Whatever this is, it’s not a standard treatment. And he was afraid. Afraid beyond…” Bruce stopped mid-sentence to yawn. “...whatever else is haunting him.”

Alfred hummed quietly and surveyed the work space. It was uncharacteristically messy. Granted, Bruce’s work system probably looked chaotic to an outsider, but Alfred knew the difference. At that moment, Bruce had too much open on the computer, a half-finished journal entry, and had moved several items without putting them back. He was unfocused. “Perhaps you should get some rest,” Alfred said. “I can look into the brain implants, but you need to sleep.”

Bruce looked towards Alfred, his jaw set in a stubborn line even as his body struggled to keep from slouching. Alfred sat down in a nearby chair with as much finality as he could. I might not be able to force you, Master Bruce, but I am not leaving you alone until you rest.

“...fine,” Bruce sighed. He didn’t seem to be in pain when he stood. That was a nice change of pace. “Whatever you can find.”

“Would you like me to start looking into the facilities as well?”

“If you have the time. He was staying at the one by the bank. Thank you, Alfred.”

“Of course, sir.”

Alfred waited until Bruce had left before getting started. He was tempted to check the security feeds and make sure Bruce had truly gone to bed, but…no. he’s not a child. He doesn’t need you hovering.

Alfred looked at the still paused video feed again. He’d seen all manner of repairs to the human body during his time with the late Master Wayne, and had mates from the service with prosthetics, screws, metal plates in all parts of their bodies. If one person could appreciate the marvels of modern medical technology, it was him.

This was nothing like that. He might not know what it was, but seeing a foreign body secured to the organ that controlled the body, the self, with no indication of what it did made his skin crawl. This wasn’t right. And if Arkham was involved, heaven only knew what sort of secrets this could unearth.

Alfred just hoped none of those secrets hit too close to home.

#the batman #the batman 2022 #fic: a symbol of hope

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