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strawchocoberry · 29 days

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TRADE MY WHOLE LIFE JUST TO BE

୨୧ featuring: dr. ratio, blade, sunday, jing yuan, aventurine x fem reader

ଘ cw: smut, spanking, dacryphilia, oral sex, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, sword play (blade’s part | knife play, but with a sword), praise kink, degradation kink, fear play, nipple play, thigh riding, choking, fingering, rough sex

୨୧ synopsis: you become their slave for a day

ଘ wc: 4.8k

ʚ DR. RATIO ɞ

It’s not a state secret that Dr. Ratio despises idiots. He does make it abundantly clear any chance he gets. And yet you just had to keep pestering him, asking — begging to be exact — for his attention. Ratio was going to kick you out and go back to his book, when your suggestion piqued his interest.

“A game of chess. The loser will become the winner’s slave for a day. They’ll have to do anything the winner says, no complaints.”

“Anything, huh…?” Ratio smiles, closing his book and readjusting himself on his chair.

He contemplates only a moment on the matter, as you bring over the chessboard and start arranging the pieces. The magnanimous genius allows you to take the white pieces, giving you not only the first move advantage, but also a higher chance of winning against him. And yet, the outcome is all the same in the end; you lose miserably.

Ratio notices your change in demeanour. He can basically hear your thoughts; I need to get out of here. But a bet is a bet. Silently, he finds himself behind you and you startle when he grips your shoulder softly. “I hope you’re prepared, my dear.” His ominous tone and wicked smirk makes you gulp.

The next second, Ratio has you bent over the chessboard, cautious not to move a single piece. He gently caresses your body, his touch feathery, although you know it’s only the beginning; the worst is yet to come. He lifts the skirt of your dress up to your waist, goosebumps erupting on your exposed skin.

You yelp, instinctively biting your lip to muffle your shriek of surprise, as Ratio spanks you once with his book. “I gave you many chances to win,” he starts saying, landing another spank. “And yet you exploited none of them.” Spank. “How utterly disappointing, my dear.” Spank. “Let me explain how you could have won.” And as he goes on to list off all the moves and strategies you could have followed, he continues spanking you, until your arse has turned a beautiful shade of red, stinging from the pain. By the time he’s done, your lip is bleeding from how hard you bit it and your cheeks are smeared by your tears.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself,” he whispers in your ear, his fingers rubbing your damp panties. He tears them off your body, leaving you gasping, as he takes a few steps away, then stops and turns to look at you again. “Come here, my dear,” Ratio orders. And before you take even a step, he clarifies, “Crawling.”

You’re momentarily frozen, but drop to your knees when you meet his hard gaze. You crawl to him, just like he asked, keeping your eyes on his. When you’re right in front of him, Ratio undoes his trousers, sliding them down just enough to free his cock. “You’re a terrible chess player, but perhaps you’ll be better at this.” His hand caresses your jaw, his thumb pushing through your lips and opening your mouth to slap his cock on your tongue. “For your own good.”

Ratio pushes his cock through your lips, sliding into your warm mouth. When he doesn’t make another move, that’s your cue to start sucking him off. You twirl your tongue around his length, lolling it over that vein on purpose. Your one hand strokes the part of him you cannot fit into your mouth, while the other tends to his balls, softly caressing and squeezing them, earning a few grunts from him.

Usually, he isn’t one to let his emotions show on his face, but his poker face cracks for a moment, lust and greed flashing in and out of his eyes in an instant. Ratio gathers your hair in a messy ponytail and starts thrusting in your mouth, making you gag on his girth. But he couldn’t care less if you were uncomfortable or deprived of oxygen. He pistons his hips, saliva smearing the corner of your lips.

You’re out of breath with tears streaming down your cheeks and it makes him go feral. A moment later, he pulls out of your mouth and strokes his cock, hot cum spilling all over your face. Quite the masterpiece if he says so himself. You’re panting hard, trying to regain the breath he stole from you. And yet this messy appearance of yours makes Ratio hard again, despite just cumming.

“You might be an intellectual failure, but you’re quite the expert in other fields.” Your face is so adorably lewd that he can’t help but pull his phone out and take a photo of it. “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I shared this with everyone? I’m sure other stressed geniuses would seek out your services.”

“No—” you protest, when he grabs your elbow and pulls you back on your feet.

“Did I hear you complaining?” he asks, a cruel smirk on his lips. The way you keep your mouth shut and that look that indicates you’re cursing at yourself makes him chuckle. Swiftly, he slams you on the wall, his chest pressing your back further into it, your breasts flattening against the cold surface. “If you don’t want this photo to be distributed around the galaxy, then you better keep your mouth shut.”

You don’t immediately pick up on the meaning of his words, but when he thrusts balls-deep into your soaking pussy, you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your noises. Ratio pulls your arse further out, making your body curve and give him better access, as he pounds into you. Of course, he has no intention of releasing that photo for the world to see. His intentions are rather self-beneficial; first, he’ll get to see that pretty face and jerk his stress off and second, he can blackmail you to relieve his stress for him whenever he wants to.

He pities you for being an imbecile and believing he’d ever do something so low. But even a genius like him has to admit that your idiocy has its perks. Perhaps you’re the only idiot he can tolerate. As long as you allow him to use your body however he wants, torturing you with multiple denied orgasms, whilst filling you up with his own. Why would he want you as his slave for only a day when you can be his slave forever?

ʚ BLADE ɞ

The sounds of swords clashing fill the room, as you spar with Blade. It was supposed to be just a usual sparring session, but Silver Wolf decided to spice things up by making you and Blade agree to a bet; the loser would obey the winner’s every command for a day. Blade wasn’t really interested, but was somehow convinced — or coerced into it — after Silver Wolf’s constant complaints.

However, the little gamer left almost immediately after you agreed on the bet, since Kafka needed her for something. And now, you’re fighting against Blade, the two of you dancing as you evade and attack. You groan, as his sword barely grazes your skin when you dodge his attack in the last moment. Something has changed in his attitude, you can tell. A moment ago, Blade was barely paying much attention to your fight, yet now his eyes betray he’s dead on winning this bet.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but after a brief moment of thought, he did find this bet quite… enticing. Which was Silver Wolf’s plan from the start. You are allowed to feel tricked, because that’s exactly what happened. Blade has been in an awful mood these past few days and you are the only one who can cheer him up. Silver Wolf just provided some aid into that. Besides, you both know that either you win or lose, it won’t really matter, will it?

When Blade disarms you, sending your sword flying behind you, you know you’ve lost. And there’s no mistaking the burning fire in his red eyes. You must resemble prey cowering before its predator, because he chuckles as he approaches you, his heavy footsteps echoing in the silence that rules between you. He wraps his arms around you, slamming your body on his. Yes, he’s already feeling much better.

“B-Bladie, wait—”

“Hmm?” he hums, tearing apart your blouse, revealing your bra-clad breasts to him. He dives his face into your plum tits, kissing and nibbling on your soft skin. “Did you say anything, darling?” he coos.

Your head falls back and you’re suppressing a moan, as Blade rips your bra off your body, leaving your upper part completely naked under his eager gaze. You gasp as he takes one nipple into his mouth, flicking and pinching the other one with his thumb and forefinger, toying with it till it stands erect.

You don’t register when he’s discarded the rest of your clothes, his eyes feasting on your delicious form. Blade pushes you on the ground, having you lie on your back, while he’s standing over you, your eyes locked with one another’s. Your breath hitches and you break eye contact with him, your eyes immediately flying to his sword that caresses your body. You’re trembling, but you’re too afraid to move in fear of his sword cutting you.

“You’re so lovely when you’re scared, darling,” he coos, trailing random lines over your body with his sword, cautious not to cut you.

“Is this…” You swallow the lodge in your throat. “Is this what you wanted to do?”

“Part of it,” he replies.

Blade kneels down, spreading your legs with his thigh. A wickedly sick smirk curls up his lips when he sees your dripping folds. He glances at you, then back to your soaked pussy. He didn’t expect you to like this; perhaps neither did you. He leaves the sword aside for now, holding two fingers in front of your mouth. You don’t need to be told to open your mouth and suck on his digits, coating them in your saliva.

As he looms over your body, Blade thrusts his fingers into your eager pussy that clenches around them almost instantly. He can’t help but chuckle as he leans closer to bite down on your neck. Your body arches off the floor, moans leaving your lips as the sound of your squelching pussy echoes around. Your sharp intake of breath is audible when Blade chokes your neck just enough to make you lightheaded.

Aeons, you’re just… so breathtakingly beautiful. All sprawled out on the floor for him, whimpering his name and squirming under him. He couldn’t take his eyes off you even if he wanted to. Blade won’t admit it, but there are a lot of things he’d like to try. And now that you cannot deny him anything, being his little slave, he’s going to act upon every single fantasy he’s ever had.

You’re so close to that euphoric bliss, only to be denied altogether. You whine and are about to complain, when Blade throws you a hard stare that shuts your mouth, leaving only a small pout. He kisses your pouty lips, while simultaneously freeing his hardened throbbing cock from its confines. He strokes his length a few times, rubbing it on your folds, before pounding into you.

Blade pins your arms over your head, holding them there by your wrists with one hand. He grins, noticing the instant trembling of your body and the way your pussy clenches his cock tighter when he holds his sword to your throat. Your eyes are so big and full of fear and he can’t help but drink it all, thrusting relentlessly into you. And he doesn’t need long to have you cumming all over his cock.

“You love the fear, don’t you, darling?” Blade asks devilishly, biting down on your breast. “Now, you’ll be my good cock slave and let me fuck you till I’m satisfied, right?” He brings the sword closer to your neck, threatening to cut you, as he leans to whisper in your ear. “We both know I need it desperately.”

ʚ SUNDAY ɞ

Despite his benevolent façade, Sunday thrives on coercion. And you’re his favourite toy. He cannot help his urge to break you, make you cry and beg. It’s not unusual for him to use some of his manipulation tactics to lure you where he wants you. And bewitched by him, you’ve yet to realise it. But is that such big of a deal when you secretly enjoy everything he gives you?

You were set to fail from the start. And you would have never guessed that the ethereal man over you was the one responsible for it. Blame it on yourself for not knowing any better than accept a bet from Sunday. Failure was never an option for him. And victory proves to be sweeter than he had anticipated.

“S-Sunday…” you whimper, squirming as you lie down over his desk. “P-P-Please…”

Your entire body is shaking and fat tears stream from your eyes. Instead of indulging your plea, Sunday increases the volume of the vibrator to the max and you cry out. Your mind is long gone to the overstimulated pleasure of your multiple orgasms. You wouldn’t be able to remember what your bet was about even if you tried; only that you’ve signed a deal with the devil to serve him for a day.

Your scream as you orgasm for what seems like the millionth time echoes in the study, curling Sunday’s lips in a vicious smirk. He lowers the volume and leans over you, planting a soft kiss in faux affection on your sweaty forehead. His dark gaze drinks in your pathetic state; quivering body clad in the maid outfit he made you wear, pussy so soaked and sensitive he swears you’ll cum again the moment he slides his cock inside, eyes glossy with tears, pleading for reprieve. His desk has become a mess, but he couldn’t care more about it.

You don’t know this, but Sunday arranged this little — and seemingly innocent — bet to punish you. No, he wasn’t the least bit happy about you spending all that time with that new guy in the general staff. But simply punishing you for giving another man the time of the day instead of him would be too easy and somewhat… boring. What Sunday wanted to see was this; your fearful pleading expression, despite you knowing he wouldn’t show you any mercy. Aeons, his cock has been hard ever since he saw your cheerful expression become terrified when he won the bet.

A small sigh of relief leaves your lips when he removes the vibrator, leaving it aside. You momentarily close your eyes and relax on the hard surface of his desk, your chest rising and falling steadily. For a few seconds, you’ve lost all connection to the world, retrieving yourself in your mind. Sunday chuckles at your rather peaceful state that is then violently twisted into a whiny pout as he rubs his cock on your oversensitive folds, making you whimper.

Before you even have the time to complain, he thrusts inside and stills. He covers his amused smile with his hand, his eyes devouring every inch of your body as your orgasm coats his girth. “I can’t believe you came by only having my cock inside you,” he coos. You can’t believe it either, but you don’t have time to lament on it. Not when Sunday places your legs over his shoulders and thrusts inside you hard, reaching deep that soft spot that makes you cry out in pleasure — and perhaps pain from being overstimulated.

“My angel, the fun has only just begun,” he whispers in your ear, his hand pressing down on your stomach, as he ravages your pussy.

The desk rattles with each thrust of his and you’re holding onto the edge for dear life. You feel as if you can pass out any moment now. And as if reading your thoughts, Sunday whispers, “Even if you pass out…” Thrust. “I’ll fuck you back to consciousness.” Thrust. “There’s no escaping this, my little slave.”

And you’ll find out the hard way that Sunday meant every word of his promise — or threat; depends on how you interpret it. One moment he’s pounding into you and you close your eyes only for a few seconds, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. And the next moment, you open your eyes and meet his, his head buried between your legs, his tongue lapping at your delectable juices. Realisation that you passed out hits you as hard as your next orgasm.

Sunday rises to his feet and buries his cock inside you once more, smirking evilly at your cute whiny whimper. He devours your lips, his fingers getting tangled in your hair and his hips slamming against yours, his balls slapping your arse with each thrust. “I told you, there’s no escaping this, angel.”

ʚ JING YUAN ɞ

You’ve been working closely to the general for a long time now, yet sometimes you can’t help but feel as if Jing Yuan underestimates your capabilities. So when a minor problem arises at the Xianzhou Luofu and the general is called to resolve the situation, Jing Yuan decides to give you the chance you’re so desperately looking for. Besides, even if you fail, it won’t pose any risk for the Alliance.

“But if you do fail, then you shall accommodate my every need for a day,” Jing Yuan warns.

“And if I don’t fail?”

“Then I shall become your retainer for a day.”

To have one of the seven Arbiter-Generals do your every bidding for a day is something straight out of the craziest dream in the whole galaxy. And it shall remain but a hopeless dream, since in the end, Jing Yuan had to bail you out of your predicament.

“Mmm very nice,” the general says, grinning pleased. “Now, a small turn.”

You slowly twirl around yourself, the frill long dress eloquently following your every move. This is already the third dress Jing Yuan has made you put on for him. Smiling sweetly, he hands you the next outfit, this time a fitting blouse and a short mini skirt. He enjoys his afternoon by sipping on some delicious tea and watching you put on a catwalk show for him. He might have made you do it, given he won your bet, but he likes to think you’re doing it on your own volition.

Dolling you up in clothes that leave him mesmerised by your beauty has always been one of the general’s favourite past time activities. He just loves spoiling his princess and dressing her up for his eyes to feast on. To his dismay, Jing Yuan needs to enlist some sneaky tactics to have you indulge him, since more often than not you find some kind of excuse to evade him. And that’s because you know him too well and how he’s going to end your little catwalk show.

You’re not even a bit surprised at the last outfit he’s prepared for you. Can you call it an outfit though when it’s just a sexy lingerie set? When you walk out, the general’s eyes widen the tiniest bit, a sign that he’s surprised. But of course he is, when you’re standing in front of him with your blushed cheeks wearing the white lacy bra and thong he had picked for you. His eyes travel down to your thighs that are clad in matching white above-the-knee socks.

Jing Yuan motions for you to approach him and you take timid steps towards him. Despite having done this countless times, he always makes your heart flutter and your breath become uneven. When you’re close enough to him, he grabs your waist and pulls you on his lap, your legs on each side of his thighs straddling him. He leaves soft feathery kisses over your neck, down your collarbone and all over your exposed breasts, smirking at your low moans that echo in his chamber.

“Ride my thigh, love,” Jing Yuan orders in a low and deep tone against your neck.

And you’re a goner, your body moving on its own as you adjust your position over his thigh and start to dry hump yourself on him. His arms snake around you, keeping you close to him, as he captures your lips, muffling your moans. His tongue penetrates your mouth, subjugating yours, while his one hand rests on your hips, grinding you harder on his thigh.

One hand is on the headboard behind his head, giving you some kind of sense of balance, while the other grips his white hair, pulling his locks as you moan against his lips. Jing Yuan feels your wet core soaking his trousers as he buries his face in your breasts, kissing and biting them. He chuckles as your body jolts when he spanks your arse, caressing the stinging spot afterwards.

“Jing Yuan…” you moan, looking at him with pleading eyes and flushed cheeks.

He hungrily feasts on your lips like a famished beast as he makes haste with undoing his trousers and pulling them down. His cock is hard and already leaking some precum. Jing Yuan pulls your thong aside and aligns you with his throbbing length, groaning as you go down, your tight pussy engulfing him. And he stays perfectly still, tilting his head to the side with a small smirk curved on his lips.

You receive his message loud and clear and start bouncing on his cock, your previous frown dissipating as your lips part to moan. Jing Yuan pulls the straps of your bra down, spilling your breasts from their confines and taking one in his mouth. His tongue twirls around your nipple, causing the bud to tighten, then gives the same treatment to the other one.

Jing Yuan allows you to ride him at your own tempo and only interferes like a bloody minx when you’re on the verge of an orgasm. He grips your waist in his strong arms and slows down your movements almost to a halt, laughing at your protests and the curses you throw at him. Your frustrated face with those pouty lips and hazed, glossy eyes is a sight to behold. The general doesn’t mind edging himself, as long as he gets to see this utterly bewitching expression on you.

And when he’s had enough of that expression for now, he orders in a stern voice, “Grab the headboard.”

Yet he barely gives you any time to receive, process and execute his order before he’s thrusting up inside you fast and hard, hitting the spot that has you throw your head back and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. Your grip on the headboard is so strong, your knuckles have turned white. But you don’t care as you shamelessly cream all over the general’s cock that rearranges your guts. Your body convulses in his embrace and you’re crying out his name when your impending orgasm floods you.

ʚ AVENTURINE ɞ

Your mistake was letting him get you to agree to his bet. Gambling is his domain. It’s where Aventurine thrives. It’s something everybody knows. Yet for some reason you forgot all about it in those few seconds when you agreed and shook his hand. You only seemed to have snapped out of your halo when you noticed his wicked smirk.

Your doom was to be expected. Yet Aventurine has to admit that you put up a good game. You were just unlucky to go up against him. But well, in the end, he’s the winner. And that’s all that matters, isn’t it?

Aventurine leans back on his seat, as his eyes roam all over you, taking in every little detail about you. His scrutinising gaze makes your cheeks blush and you nervously bite down on your lip. Your nervousness makes him all the more excited to claim his prize, namely you.

“Strip,” he orders, a hint of mischievousness tinting his voice. “Everything but your undergarments.”

And when you freeze before him, looking at him like an idiot, his smile disappears and his gaze darkens. It’s the gaze of a predator about to lunge at its prey. Your body moves on autopilot, discarding your clothes and leaving only your undergarments on as he had requested. His eyes devour you, even though he has yet to touch you. You steal glances of him, noticing lust and desire flash in his eyes behind the frames of his glasses.

Taking his glasses off and leaving them on the poker table, Aventurine motions you to approach him and sits you on his lap. He places a stray strand of hair behind your ear before gently caressing your cheek with his knuckles, his cold rings sending shivers down your spine. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, your body moulding into his. Goosebumps erupt everywhere he touches you and he feels your heart beat like crazy as he kisses your neck. His hand covers your bra-clad breast, squeezing and eliciting a moan from you.

He captures your lower lip between his teeth, biting down just enough to make you tense and your legs clench around him. As if to ease the pain he inflicted, he caresses your lip with his thumb. “I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock,” he muses, his eyes stuck on your lips. Then, he glances up into your eyes. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

You needn’t be told twice before you slowly stand up, kissing his lips, then his chest through the opening of his shirt, before finally dropping to your knees between his spread legs. Aventurine adjusts himself and relaxes, his eyes following eagerly your every move. You unbutton his trousers and pull it down, revealing his semi-hardened cock. You pepper soft kisses along his length, smearing the tip with precum.

When you take him in your mouth, Aventurine releases a guttural groan. Tentatively, you suck on his girth, while keeping your eyes on him at all times. He finds you utterly perfect like this. Your warm mouth makes him harder the longer he’s buried inside. Your lips leave him and are replaced by your hand, as you tend to his balls, sucking each one in your mouth, blowing his mind and making him throw his head back.

You know he’s close when you feel him tensing under your touch. Your tongue swirls around him, working him to his release. But Aventurine doesn’t let you finish what you started. Standing up, he lifts you up and kisses your lips, tasting himself on you. His hand slides down between your legs and rubs your folds, a smirk curving on his lips at how wet you are. “Such a dirty whore,” he sneers, his lips brushing yours.

The next moment, he bents you over the poker table and positions himself between your spread legs. You gasp when he tears your panties, the torn pieces of fabric falling on the floor. The table rattles when he thrusts inside you, bottoming out. His thrusts are hard and hit deep from the start. Aventurine grabs your hair and peels your upper body off the table, having you support yourself on your hands, as your body curves against his. Your tits bounce and spill out of your bra, as you moan and whimper.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart,” Aventurine breathes. His hand leaves your hair which falls freely all over your back and wraps around your throat, pulling you back to him. “So tight for me,” he muses, biting down on your shoulder.

Your jaw drops to the floor with an inaudible scream as he cums inside you, filling you up with his seed. But he doesn’t stop. He continues pounding into you, a white ring forming around his cock as he fucks his seed back into your eager pussy that clenches around him. Aventurine bents you back down, face down on the poker table and holds your arms behind your back with one hand, while the other grips tightly your hip, slamming your body hard on his.

You cry out his name for everyone to hear as your orgasm comes crashing down on you, which pleases him greatly. Aventurine leans over you without interrupting his rhythm, his hot breath fanning over your ear. “That’s right,” he whispers. “You belong to me, sweetheart. Now and forever.” Because if you thought he’d let you go just like that, you had another thing coming for you.

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steddielations · 6 months

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Flight of Icarus lore dump:

Part 2 | Character List

- Eddie is a barback at the Hideout (rundown bar) where his band plays sometimes. He doesn’t sell drugs until the end. At 18, he moves in permanently with Wayne and starts dealing to help with the bills.

- Lots of people in town call Eddie “Junior” for his likeness to his dad and he hates this. He calls himself Junior condescendingly when he’s doing something that lives up to his dad’s criminal reputation.

- Steddie writers, when Wayne is conveniently absent from the trailer, he’s not always at work. He goes to a bar called the Attic on Fridays with guys that Eddie considers nice and upstanding.

- Eddie lives alone in his dad's house, but throughout his life, he’d stay with Wayne when Al disappeared. The first time, Eddie was 8, he fell asleep by the window waiting while he was left for days with little food until Wayne got him. At the start of the book, Eddie’s 18 and has been there alone for months. Wayne checks on him and brings him food. But Eddie is stubbornly independent, since 3rd grade he thought he could take care of himself.

- Eddie likes metal, but also rock, Chicago blues, country and bluegrass bc of his mom. His dad taught him guitar, but he learned to love music through his mom (Elizabeth Munson neé Franklin), who passed when he was 6. He still listens to her records, mostly Muddy Waters. He has memories standing on her feet dancing to that record. It brings him to tears once.

- Eddie’s dad Al is charismatic, Eddie calls it Munson Magic but doesn’t think he has it. “I inherited his hair, his van, and his guitar picks. But nobody’s loving Eddie Munson on sight.” Still, Eddie’s worst fear is being like his dad. Al only shows up to manipulate Eddie into helping him with schemes. Two of which get Eddie held at gunpoint twice and hit in the head with a shotgun. Al screws ppl over and gets their house burned down, with Eddie’s mom’s records.

#please steddie writers let wayne go to the club #definitely gonna do a part 2 there’s so much #eddie munson #flight of icarus #wayne munson #stranger things #al munson #flight of icarus spoilers #mp

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m1ssunderstanding · 2 months

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 1.4

Oh, John. It's hard because I'm like “fame was not good for that man” but I'm also like “he would've gone crazy with self-loathing if he didn't have the fame.”

John and Paul start to answer a question at the same time. John: no, go on, you can say it. They're seriously so married.

John's schoolboy flirting is cute, but what's more noteworthy to me is a) how happy Paul is to be shoved and b) how he instantly leans back into John. It's like they're bungeed together or something.

John gets me. Look how much he loves Paul bringing out the forced confidence shield to protect him. He's so in love. So turned on.

Here's my question about the death threats. Did the other Beatles actually receive them and tell Brian about them and keep them from John? Because that would be incredibly sweet and noble of them, but also, in that case, surely John received death threats too. Meaning he just didn't care about his own life and assumed the others were being left out of it because they hadn't actually said they were bigger than Jesus. Or did they have people filtering all their mail by that point? And Brian had been keeping the death threats from all of them? Because that could be interpreted as both protective and selfish of him. Does anyone know?

Again. I just love how Paul goes to bat for John over and over during this tour. Batting his eyes and playing with his hair and shouting down any and all criticism of John speaking his mind.

This moment is so telling to me. An interviewer who was up front at several concerts points out the looks and smiles between John and Paul which you can only see from the front and asks, “is it really that much fun every time?” The easy answer is, “Yeah. We like what we do. It's fun!” But Paul gets cagey. “Oh well the thing is you know with things like that it's probably…” and he makes up a bullshit story about messing up on a song they haven't performed in a year. Why do that if you don't have something to hide? (Even if you're subconsciously hiding) That right there is a tip-off for me that they're not normal about each other.

Interviewer: are you guys breaking up? John, immediately and emphatically: No. Paul: "Depends what you mean by breaking up, you know . . . Because we can't go on forever like this, so we've got to think now and prepare for, you know, if it did happen. The time has come for us to break up, but we've realized the possibility . . . Of breaking up as a natural progression." Literally shut the fuck up right now, you're going to give John an aneurysm.

I understand. I know. I don't relate to Paul much but I do relate to his hyperactivity and his avoidant attachment. I make sure constantly that I'll be okay when all my relationships end. But you don't talk about that in front of the other person. Especially someone like John whose worst fear is being left. Come on. Think.

See, now look what you did, Paul. Here's John's answer the next time they're asked about breaking up.

And yeah, the klan being the ones to “stand up against the Beatles blasphemy” really proves my point from the last post I think. It's just masked racism.

It actually seems like Paul's more vocally political at this point in time than John is. I wonder what happened to change that? Was it just the influence of their respective wives? Was it just easier for them to play up the roles they'd been assigned for the most part?

Okay on this round of “are you breaking up” they look at each other first before they answer and then Paul goes “all together probably.” I wonder if they talked about their previous answers together and admitted – however cautiously or however veiled – that hearing the other say they might leave hadn't been fun. Who knows, honestly.

Paul and John often talk about making a radio show together apparently. Gosh if only they could've done that now. I'd make them my token white boy podcast. It'd be great. They'd be so lame and so adorable and they'd talk about recipes and politics and they'd gossip and rank other people's music. But anyway, what really gets me is the often bit. So they really did plan their post-beatle future together. Enough that it was a frequent topic of discussion between them. They planned to be together forever.

Ugh it always guts me that Paul brought a girlfriend to Paris with him to meet up with John.

Okay my tin hat is glued to my head for this but. But. Hear me out alright? So John starts filming on 09/19/66. He's there for 6 &½ weeks. Putting the end at the beginning of November, right when Paul goes in disguise and alone to Paris. Do we have tabs on John for those dates? John just talked about going around Paris in disguise. What if they met up by themselves and in secret? What then?

No fucking wonder John was exhausted with him. Damn. He takes a month and a half to write strawberry fields, shows it to Paul, then...

Interviewer: the songwriting team will keep going whatever happens will it? John: yeah, we'll probably carry on writing music Forever. It's just so ‘Obviously. Might as well ask me if the sun's going to come up tomorrow.’

His friend – try dangerous drugs with and take home to daddy type “friend” – just died brutally and suddenly two days ago, and this is what he looks like and talks like and he's going in to work like it's nothing. I just. Compare that to John talking about Brian's death? Obviously two very different relationships but still… Paul's upbringing really fucked him up so hard. He thinks he's not allowed to be human. What can I say? It's a drag.

AKA the happiest 6 months of John and Paul's lives.

I find it fascinating that Paul alone is asked to compose and record what would eventually become the carnival of light and that he just went ahead and included everyone in that. Really makes me wonder if he got a vibe off John that him doing the family way alone was hurtful or if they maybe even talked about it? Or maybe he just didn't like doing the family way without John.

Actually quite a lovely, forward-thinking, humble speech. Imagine being John, though. Watching that from home like “why the fuck is he philosophizing to the world without me?” Because you know John shares all those sentiments and might even have got there first. It would be infuriating.

“A lucky man who made the grade” is an interesting way to describe Tara and I can't help but wonder if it has anything to do with Tara being cool enough for Paul to associate with him. And Paul is many things but stupid is not one of them. He's going to at the very least wonder if this verse is about John laughing at his friend's death. Right? Like I know Paul's the repression CEO but seriously I don't think even he is that good.

Maybe that Leopold and Leob quote isn't just about tearing people down verbally. Maybe Wooler genuinely got a vibe of a sense of superiority and therefore lack of empathy with Lennon/McCartney.

I mean he really does sound like he's describing sex though, doesn't he? Emotional, loving, romantic sex. Followed immediately by Paul's “I'd love to turn you on” lyrics and the “down with pants” and “sword swallower” pins. Alrighty then.

What I would call my Beatles bio after watching this. "They Touched Dicks: The Only Logical Conclusion."

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #understanding lennon mccartney #ulm

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Hi honey, I want to place an order for Twilight please. I want something for "being Rosalie and Emmett's daughter" the girl would be Jasper and Alice's goddaughter, hence, "granddaughter" of Esme and Carlisle. If it wasn't too much to ask, write how you think her relationship with each person in your family would be, Clan Denali would also enter this medium, since they are such good friends with Carlisle (I love them). Anyway, that's it honey, if it's too much for you, let me know, I never meant to be rude 😔💗

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter and the youngest in the Cullen family:

Your relationships with them:

Emmett and Rosalie:

They are your parents, they adopted you a little bit over a century before the big move to Forks.

Unlike the people around you, you have a strong relationship with your parents. Rosalie is a loving mother and Emmett is very much an over protective father.

The over protectiveness can get annoying but you know he means well. At first he was afraid to touch you, with his super human strangth he was always afraid to be around you. That didn't stop you from when you were a baby beacuse you'd just follow him everywhere. If he was working on his jeep you were crawling under there with him holding a flashlight. If he was play video games you'll craw on the couch and read a Dr. Suse book next to him.

Rosalie always makes sure your loved a cared for. She makes sure you eat proper meals, buys you anything you want, and most importantly she's always there to listen. It's hard to keep things from her and you know you can tell her anything.

Their worst fear is you becoming a vampire... But they also don't want to lose you once you get into your old age. It's a subject that wasn't discussed and you just didn't bring it up. That's the only thing you guys fight about... That and boys.

You've never seen your father so angry when he found out Pual Imprinted on you. Rose was just disponted on who it was but she was glad you found someone you loved. I think part of her was afraid you'll end up in this same relationship she was when she dated Ryoce King.

But then they saw that dispite his temper he treated you like a queen and that's what matter.

Alice and Jasper:

These two are your godparents. I think part of Rose wanted it to be carlisle and Esma but over the years she relized Alice was the best choice.

You love Alice and all but sometimes you argue. Mostly over clothes. There's been many first days of school that you hid in carlisle's office because you didn't want to wear a dress. After school you guys do make up.

She always makes sure you know your beautiful. If your insecur about something she'll try and help you see the beauty in it. If you hate your hair she'll come up with different styles intill you find one you like.

Jasper is the one you'll set with if you want peace. If there's a big family gathering and you don't want to talk you'll be with Jasper.

To him your the only thing pure in his life and he'll tare down the world for you.

You love hearing stories from jasper's past.

Jasper tought you how to swing a bat and to play baseball.

Carlisle and Esme:

You have a strong bond with these two.

Your close to carlisle and he always inspires you to be kind to others and he's the reason you want to go to medical school.

If you have a problem that you feel you can't tell your parents you go to him.

You guys bond over books and like with Jasper, you love hearing his stories.

Carlisle is just as protective if not more than Emmett. Carlisle is very calm and collected, but if anything is causing you harm his eyes will be blazing with anger.

Esme was the first one to except your relationship with Paul... Carlisle on the other hand didn't like it.

“I don't like him”

“that's a first” Esme said rolling her eyes.

Emes loves like you like you were own daughter. She's always puts you first and would give you the world if she could.

Dispite there young aprences you call them Pops and grams. When you were a little you couldn't say carlisle properly so you just called him car then pops.

You guys love going to the movies together and they'll watch whatever you want and always show interest in what you like.

Edward and bella:

You don't get along with Bella. Pirod. She doesn't treat you like your part of the family, which it doesn't matter because you were there first.

Edward is more like a brother. Your both closer in age and he treats you like a little sister more then a niece.

He loves you but sometimes he doesn't see that Bella treats you like crap. Infact none of them do expect your mother and Carlisle.

You never told them beacuse you didn't want to ruin anything for Edward but then one day rose and carlisle cought her in the act. You made them promise not to say anything.

You and Edward are close like I said before. You don't see him as the monster he thinks he is and you always try and make his life more brighter.

You never fail to make him laugh.

He tought you how to play piano and you guys bond over music.

Bella causes problems so the day she slapped Paul and he phased she tried to pin it on you right when the family started to except him. You and Paul explained everything and Edward took your side, which you were thankful for.

The denalis:

You and Eleazar have the type of relationship that you guys make each other laugh at the wrong time. Camron and Rosalie can't take you guys anywhere.

Camron loves you to bits and taught to how to speak Spanish. She teaches to about her culture and it warms her heart that you care so much.

Tanya and Kate are like big sister to you. You have inside jokes the others don't understand and your always laughing.

Irina and your get along but you aren't close. She stoped talking to you after Paul and the pack killed Laurant. You could understand why she would be angry but it hurt knowing she hates you because you love a wolf.

Garrett and you have a love hate relationship. You guys teas and taunt each other. At first it was out of spite beacuse your personalites just didn't clash but then he grew a soft spot for you and you became buddies.

#twilight imagines #twilight headcanon #Rosalie x daughter!reader #Cullen family x reader #denial #Alice cullen #Jasper Hale #Carlisle cullen #Esme cullen #Edward cullen #Bella swan #Rosalie Hale #Emmett cullen #Paul lahote

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wondermilka · 9 months

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Wrong Pursuit

Pairing : Scaramouche x fem! reader

Sypnosis : You are the mother of his child.

TW : angst, mentions of pregnancy, one night stand

‼️ THIS IS RE WRITTEN ‼️

It was a party that brought you and Scaramouche together.

The night was filled with laughter, flirtation, and flowing champagne, blurring the lines between fantasy and reality.

Amidst the soft glow of the ballroom, you indulged in a passionate moment that left you feeling both intoxicated with desire and burdened with regret.

Weeks passed, and the consequences of that fateful night became evident. You discovered you were pregnant with Scaramouche's child.

Fear and uncertainty overwhelmed you as you grasped the seriousness of the situation. You understood that Scaramouche didn't have genuine feelings for you; he was merely a charming and elusive presence in your life.

Terrified of facing rejection, you decided to keep the pregnancy hidden, not wanting to burden Scaramouche with a responsibility he never asked for.

You sought comfort in your own world, preparing for the baby's arrival while keeping the truth concealed from everyone, including Scaramouche.

As the months went by, the weight of the secret became almost unbearable for you to carry.

You yearned for Scaramouche's love, but deep down, you knew it was an impossible wish.

You had willingly fallen for a man who thrived in shadows, a man who never had any intention of staying.

The baby finally arrived, a beautiful and innocent reminder of that night of passion.

Your heart swelled with love for the tiny life you held in your arms, but it also ached with the knowledge that the baby's father would never be a part of your lives.

One day, fate played its cruel hand, bringing Scaramouche back into your life unexpectedly.

He had come to the same city on a mission, and by sheer chance, he crossed paths with you. You couldn't hide the truth any longer, not when the evidence was right in front of him.

Scaramouche's eyes widened as he looked at the baby in your arms, connecting the dots in his mind.

He felt a mix of shock and confusion, realizing the gravity of the situation he had unknowingly become a part of. But Scaramouche was not the type to be tied down by responsibilities or emotions.

"I can't be a father," Scaramouche said coldly, avoiding your pleading gaze. "I never signed up for this. It was a one-night stand, nothing more."

Your heart shattered into a million pieces, your worst fears confirmed. The man you had fallen for was not the knight in shining armor you had envisioned, but a callous figure who only cared for his own desires.

"I never asked you to be," You replied, your voice breaking. "But this baby deserves to know their father."

Scaramouche shook his head dismissively. "My life is not meant for family and commitment. I live a dangerous life, and I won't let a child be a burden to it."

With that, Scaramouche turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, holding your child, feeling utterly abandoned and heartbroken.

#angst #genshin #genshin angst #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #scaramouche #wanderer #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader angst #wanderer x reader angst #scaramouche angst #wanderer angst #genshin scaramouche #genshin Scaramouche x reader

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hazelsmirrorball · 7 months

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Spiderman’s Biggest Fan | Jaime Reyes part 5

summary: Jaime Reyes is the biggest spiderman fan. His girlfriend on the other hand is Spiderman's biggest hater.

pairings: Jaime Reyes x Spiderman! FemReader

a/n: Last part! Hope you guys enjoyed this little series. Thank you for all the support

warning: English isn’t my main language. Angsty and kinda sad. Graphic Fights. Scenes taken out of No Way Home. Not edited

[MASTERLIST]

part one. part two part three. part four.

Two months.

Two months after the unknown disappearance of Spiderman. The news outlets covered the lovable Spiderman and the mystery of his disappearance. Death? Retirement? Kidnaped? Everyone had their conclusions of what had happened to Spiderman in the last two months. He was nowhere to be seen, not a trace or spiderweb left behind. People were worried that Spiderman was dead, that he was killed and since no one knew his identity that they would never know what really happened to him. The Justice League had yet to say anything about the spider, making them not lose faith completely. People were desperate to see him, he represented hope for Palmera and without him Palmera was crumbling down. They needed their hope, they needed a hero, they needed Spiderman.

Jaime Reyes needed Spiderman, he was going through the worst two months of his life. With his dad and Marisol gone, the house still in repair and him managing to balance his superhero life with his regular life was hard. He was kept on his toes barely being able to survive his day to day thanking God that his family was still around. He was still attempting to cope with the fact that Y/n was not in his life anymore, he hadn’t heard a single thing from her which made him worry. He never felt as bad as he did right now. There was also one thing that could help him, but that was also a lost cause.

Spiderman managed to disappear and Jaime waited patiently for his arrival knowing deep down that he couldn’t be dead, he knew he just wanted to make a big comeback after everything that was going on with Green Goblin. He knew that Spiderman wanted the villains to fear him to keep Palmera safe. But after waiting Jaime decided to take matters into his own hands. He was aware that he would never be able to fill his shoes but Palmera needed a hero and for now that hero was going to be Blue Beetle.

The citizens of Palmera city weren’t far from the reality, Spiderman was dead, at least to Y/n. She couldn’t live the double life anymore, she needed to do one more thing before Spiderman was left in the past. It was her last wish because with great power comes great responsibility. All she needed was two months, two months to get her things straight. Two months or hard work and investigation. It had been two months since the downfall of Y/n L/n life. No more work, no more grad school,no more relationships, no more regular adult life.

It shouldn’t surprise her, Y/n was never intended to have a regular and normal life and she was aware of that. Y/n was getting what she deserved, being alone. She had lost herself and the last bits of things that brought her happiness. But she was also human, she could feel herself as the days passed slip into a deeper depression.

But Y/n had one thing in mind, killing the Green Goblin. Y/n was going to make him suffer, he was going to die in her arms and she was going to enjoy every single minute of it. If that was going to be the last thing she did on this earth, she was going to love getting vengeance on every single person that he had killed. That was her responsibility.

Whatever Green Goblin had against her was between Spiderman and Green Goblin, there was no need to bring Aunt Marisol in the mix. But if Green Goblin wanted to play dirty, Y/n was ready to win the war. No one was going to ruin that for her, she was going to end Green Goblin and with Green Goblin dying will finally be the end of her time as Spiderman.

So Y/n went to work, day and night, without a day to rest. She may be MIA but she has been working every single day. She worked on her suit, making it as indestructible as possible. If she wanted to play Goblins games she needed to have the upperhand. She needed to do her research.

Y/n had left whatever she had with the Justice League, she couldn’t do the things she wanted under her wing. But before she left, she made it her mission to find the details on Green Goblin, which she succeeded with ease. That was the beginning of her two month plan.

Doctor Norman Virgil Osborn.

Norman Osborn was the founder and CEO of Oscorp down in Palmera which specialized in military research. He had also worked with fellow scientists, Otto Octavius, Doc Ock. He had created a powerful yet unsuitable performance enhancer, that was intended to enhance strengths to individuals but as he tried it on himself his superhuman levels increased giving him Artificially enhanced physiology, superhuman durability, reflexes, regenerative healing factor, speed, stamina. Agility and strength. But everything has its consequences making him develop a dissociative identity disorder, that’s when the chaotically sadistic psychopath Green Goblin was born. His skill sets include a genius level of intelligence making him a master engineer, businessman and scientist. Physically, he is an expert combatant ,marksman, pilot and knife. His main weapons include Razor bats and those damn Pumpkin bombs.

The damn pumpkin bombs that had killed innocent people daily, the bomb that had killed Marisol in the process. She wanted to make him suffer, like all the people that suffered under his hands. So she went to work analyzing the composure of the pumpkin bombs thanking herself for having a degree in science. It hadn't taken her that long to make a better spider bomb of her own. But she couldn’t end him that quickly, he had to suffer so with the help of the bomb she would be able to beat him to death. That was the plan.

But there was one problem, Green Goblin was nowhere to be found. Criminals had managed to settle down which irked Y/n a little bit. Now that Blue Beetle had decided to show up to “save the day” after being MIA for God knows how long. He had things easy which pissed her off. The help of Kord Industries and the love of the public was on the blue beetle side. So if she wanted to get to Green Goblin she had to get through Blue Beetle.

Green Goblin likes new blood, he always searched for that. Blue Beetle was new blood and a new challenge for him. So Y/n waited patiently for him to lurk out of the shadows to mess with Blue Beetle. Once he was out, he was all for Y/n. No one was getting in her way, not even Blue Beetle.

Y/n had managed to hack years ago the intercoms from the Palmera City Police department just to have an upper hand on the crimes surrounding the city. But now she waited patiently for Blue Beetle and Green Goblin to make an appearance, so that her plan could finally conclude itself.

But there was something that was getting in between both Spiderman and Blue Beetle's plans, both of them having the same thing in common, Milagro Reyes.

Milagro was a smart girl. She was aware of both Blue Beetles and Spider Man's secret identity, one of them being his lovely brother and the other being his now ex girlfriend. It didn’t surprise Milagro that Spiderman was missing since Y/n was also off the grid. Both of them were suffering in different ways and she knew that they needed each other now more than ever. So Milagro did what she does best, meddling in their relationship, taking matters in her own hands.

So that’s how she found herself standing on top of the tallest building in Palmera City waiting for Green Goblin to show up at any moment. In retrospect, she knew this was the stupidest idea she had ever come up with, but she also knew that this was easier than calling Y/n and Jaime and attempting to get them in the same room. They weren’t on speaking terms so right now putting herself in the battle field was the best option. Milagro was also aware that Green Goblin could kill her with ease, he wasn’t like the other villains she had faced with Jaime. He was more than dangerous and the fact that she had gotten there without anything to protect herself made her chances to stay alive quite slim.But Milagro had faith that putting herself in the front lines would make both Spiderman and Blue Beetle appear, or at least she hoped.

The cold breeze hit Milagros' body, making her hug herself to warm herself up. She had been standing there for about half an hour and quite frankly her plan was failing miserably. Nor Blue Beetle, Spiderman or Green Goblin had shown up which made her lose a little faith in her plan. Why would he even show up in the first place?

“What the hell do you think you're doing, Milagro?” Y/n whispered yelled at her as she looked at the shaking girl, pulling her mask off. Y/n eyes glared at Milagro as she headed towards her inspecting her body searching for any bruises of some sort. After noticing that nothing was wrong with her, Y/n hit the back of her head softly making Milagro gasp dramatically as she rubbed her head.

“What the hell was that for? Are you trying to kill me” Milagro replied dramatically as she glared back at the girl in front of her. Y/n looked completely different in her eyes, the girl that was once filled with joy and hope reeked of darkness and vengeful aura. Milagro could see it in her eyes, the darkness surrounding them, something unfamiliar to Milagro. That wasn’t the Y/n she had known all her life, this was a version of her she had yet to see. She looked unhealthy, barely able to stay awake or stand straight.

“Am I trying to kill you? I should be the one asking you that. You are literally putting yourself in danger right now and for what, to have a conversation with me? You have my number Milagro, you could’ve called me like a normal person instead of heading towards the tallest damn building in Palmera on the coldest day of the year, might I add.” She replied annoyed noticing how Milagros eyes flashed pity towards her but that quickly changed when those words slipped out of Y/n’s mouth.

“ Called you? How can I call you if you don’t answer your damn phone. It wouldn’t surprise me if you blocked our entire family, Y/n. You moved to a God’s Knows where, to do God knows what. Have you ever considered in the slightest that our constant calls are to see if you are okay? Alive? We haven’t heard a thing from you since the funeral. I know you are hurting but pushing us away… Pushing Jaime away is the best answer, really? I know you don’t want him to know that you're Spiderman, but all of this is not necessary. You are a part of our family and we can’t lose you because you don’t want to keep hiding things from us. So if I need to put myself on the verge of death just to get my family back together, I will.” Milagro yelled at her, as Y/n shook her head not wanting to talk about anything that was coming out of the girl's mouth. Y/n quickly slipped her mask back on avoiding Milagro's eyes, not wanting her to read her facial expressions anymore.

“Go home Milagro. Your mom has to be worried sick. Today is not the greatest day to play Mother Teresa. Green Goblin is on the loose doing god knows what and you being here puts you at risk. So the same way you got he…” Before Y/n could continue her scolding she felt goosebumps on the back of her neck. She quickly pushed Milagro down covering her body with her frame taking the hit as Blue Beetle was thrown against the wall next to them. Y/n let out a groan activating her voice enhancement as she looked inside the screen of her mask to check what was going on. From the looks of if Green Goblin had finally taken a liking towards Blue Beetle.

“Oh, what a treat. My new little toy and my old little friend, together. What a great comeback for my career. I thought I killed you once and for all, two months ago, guess we are destined to be together forever or at least until one of us tragically dies.” Green Goblin laughed maniacally as he stared at Y/n as she helped Milagro up. For afar she could also hear Blue Beetle getting up and heading towards them.

“Milagro, what the hell are you doing here? Are you crazy!” Blue Beetle exclaimed as she looked at her, not even noticing that his long-time idol was standing next to him. Milagros sent him a nervous side smile as she looked between Spiderman and Blue Beetle.

“Wait…You fucking know Blue Beetle? What the hell, why didn’t you tell me.” Y/n exclaimed as she looked at Milagro searching for answers. Jaime turned to Spider Man, his heart stopping for a moment. Spider-Man knew of his existence. If it weren’t for the fact that they were currently fighting Green Goblin he would’ve squealed and asked for a picture or an autograph or something. But all he could think about was how Milagro knew Spiderman.

“ I don’t think right now is the best moment to discuss this if I’m being honest. Maybe you can pass by my house and we can talk peacefully without a psychopath trying to kill us, maybe with a side of coffee or tea, whichever you prefer, Spiderman” Milagro replied sarcastically, snapping Jaime out of his trance.

Jaime, you need to concentrate if you want to keep Milagro safe.

“I know ! But he is right here, you don’t know how long I have been waiting for this. Spiderman, sir. I Know this isn’t the right time or place but I wanted to tell you that I’m a really big fan. I’ve been following you since your first appearance and it’s an honor to fight by your side. It's like a huge privilege just to be near you right now. I can’t believe you are even real. I don’t know if you feel a little awkward about me taking your place these past few months but I meant it with all the respect.” Jaime replied quickly as Milagro rolled her eyes because of his rambling.

“First, we are not fighting together therefore you are not fighting by my side and second of all, you could never take spi…” Before Y/n could continue her words she felt her body being pushed against the wall looking up to see the damn man she had grown an obsession with the past two months.

“Well, as of right now it looks like you need my help, therefore we are fighting together.” Blue Beetle squealed as he watched Spiderman fight back Goblin.

“Right now you just need to get her back down safely! Can you possibly do that without bothering me.” Y/n replied as she slammed Norman down against the floor pinning him down. Jaime stared at him, noticing that the techniques he was using to fight back weren’t his usual ones, they were more deathly with more intention.

“Well, Blue Beetle. You heard Spiderman take me down safe and sound” Milagro replied loudly gaining not only Jaime attention but Green Goblins two.

“Oh but what the fun in that! It wouldn’t be a party if I didn’t injure a quote on an innocent citizen” As he threw one of his iconic pumpkin bombs towards Blue Beetles and Milagro’s direction Y/n quickly let go of him running towards them to protect their bodies. As she held onto Milagro’s body waiting for her to get a hit she turned softly, noticing a force field protecting the trio.

“You see, we are a good team” Blue Beetle said and Y/n would bet that under his suit he was smiling at her. Could he possibly get more annoying? Milagro and Y/n got up, as she inspected her once again to check for any bruises but before she could even move her from the edge of the building, Norman spoke once again.

“Can Spider-Man come out to play?! I’m kinda getting tired of these boring little games you call a fight.” Green Goblin replied on his glider, hovering over them. He wasted no time to throw a bomb towards the top of the roof. In a quick instant chaos unleashed a crumbling avalanche of twisted metal pushed Milagro backwards tumbling off the side of the tallest building in Palmera City.

Blue Beetle and Spiderman don’t waste any time ruining towards her, yelling her name together. Y/n quickly dives after her, her hand almost graces Milagros as she reaches out but before she can get a hold of it, Green Goblin whams her with his glider carrying Spiderman towards the other direction. Milagro’s eyes go wide in horror as she plummets, Jaime quickly reacts flying towards her catching her with ease as she gasps for air.

As Y/n attempts to gain her balance back she slams him down against the pavement once again. She quickly reached in her suit for the spider bomb she had created, placing it near his chest piece. She struggled to hold him down as she looked to the side to see if Milagro was already out of their view.

“Could you stop being a pain in my ass, Norman?” Y/n spitted out, as Goblin smiled at her proudly.

“I can see you did your research, I needed to trademark those bombs, could’ve ran a fortune with them. Just look what they did to that beauty you call an aunt” Goblin started but his words got cut off by Y/n slamming her fist against his mouth. One punch, became two and then five, which ended with Green Goblin sending her a bloody smile.

“Keep her name out of your mouth you fucking asshole.” Y/n replied in between deep breaths. She looked down at her hands as a smile plastered behind her mask. This was what she wanted, what she had planned over the course of the two months. Distracted by the blood covering her suit, Green Goblin jolts upright pushing her body off him. Y/n quickly gains her balance keeping a safe distance away from him narrowing her eyes, seeing red. Green Goblin rises, rips off his goggles.

“This isn’t the Spiderman people love, L/n. This is the spiderman I made.” Green Goblin taunted her as he took off the spider bomb on his chest waving it towards her.

“You didn’t make shit” She replied to gritted teeth as she felt the screen in front of her turn red. Not hearing the warnings Karen was shooting her way. All she wanted to do was make him suffer, even if she took herself out in the process.

“Oh, really? Do you think your little mentor, Batman, would be proud of you hacking the system to get information on me? Or that you recreated my torture tools to get back at me? That’s not something a hero does, Spiderman. That’s Villain shit.” He said as he threw the bomb to the other side of the building staring down at her in fake pity.

“Shut up” She replied as her breath got uneven, Green Goblin laughed knowing that his plan was working.

“Can’t handle the heat? Poor, Y/n. Too weak to send me home to die” Green Goblin replied, pouting at her.

“No. I just want to kill you myself. Make you suffer like the piece of shit you are”

“Attagirl, making things exciting for me.” Enraged, Y/n rushes towards Green Goblin not even letting another word slip out of his mouth. She clashes their bodies together as she pummels him with an unknown murderous intensity. She had gotten powerful, maybe it was the fact she finally was able to avenge her aunt or being able to let out all the feelings she had been bottling up. But as of right now, it felt good. It felt good to make him suffer. Goblin surprisingly breaks free releasing his arm blades swinging them at Y/n as they battle it out. But Y/n had the upper hand, brutally beating Goblin back, not giving him the chance to touch her.

Spiderman batters Goblin until he’s down on his knees, begging for mercy. All she ever wanted was this, to make him suffer as much as she had. He deserved this, a barrage of punches. Norman collapses to the ground as Milagro and Jaime watch from afar, knowing that things were going too far.

Y/n laughs maniacally as she lays on top of Goblin, who takes punch after punch after punch blood splattering all over. She reaches for the bomb pressing it neatly on his chest smiling proudly at him.

“Guess you made a perfect villain out of me. I want you to see my face, make you see what you made me become. ” She says, taking her mask off, grabbing his glider , crashing at the base of the shield. Spiderman catches his breath as she drifts towards him, murder clearly evident in her eyes. She lifted the glider over his head, about to bring the gleaming blades down on Goblin when Blue Beetle jumped between them, stopping Y/n.

Y/n screams as she notices the pleading look coming from Milagro’s face. Y/n takes a deep breath slowly relaxing looking at the scene before her. A wordless understanding between the two. As she slowly sets the glider down Goblin throws something towards Blue Beetle making him fall towards the floor scrunching down in pain. Milagro quickly ran towards him to help.

Green Goblin staggers upright, eager for more taunting Y/n. He wanted to see her true potential, her potential to make Palmera City a living hell.

“You know. She was there because of you. You can’t keep blaming me for your mistakes. I may have struck the blow. But you... You are the one that killed her.” Green Goblin cackles with glee as Y/n falls towards her knees hugging her body. He smiled to himself knowing that his work there was all done. Green Goblin gives his back towards them getting on his glider leaving the scene.

It was her fault. It has always been her fault, not being truthful puts her at risk. But it was easier to blame someone else on her mistakes. As Y/n cried, she felt a hand resting on her back. She slowly turned her head towards the person, noticing the familiar teary eyes staring at her. Her eyes wandered over his face inspecting his features as her face fell.

“Jaime, You are Blue Beetle?”

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Life Eternal | Tamlin

SUMMARY: The last thing you expected was to be mated to the High Lord of Spring. But after the events of losing your husband in the war you didn’t think you could have another chance of happiness.

PAIRINGS: Tamlin x Reader

CONTENT WARNING: Angst, Fluff, SFW.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this sort of follows Life Eternal by Ghost. Tamlin also gets a happy ending in this. Idk I just felt that this idea best fit Tamlin and that's why I wrote it. I hope you like it!

WORD COUNT: 2.8K

The last thing you ever expected was to lose your husband in the War against Hybern. Everything after that fateful day had changed. You had become a widow and a single mother, a six month old babe to raise on your own. You were lucky enough to have friends in the Night Court. You had met Azriel through your husband.

For a short time, long before Amarantha came into the story you and your husband had been a part of the Spring Court considering your family had been a part of Spring. Your husband was an Illyrian warrior, he had met you by pure luck and the two of you fell in love. He stayed with you in the Spring Court for years until Rhysand had sent Azriel to bring him home.

You had discovered that Rhysand was not only his High Lord but his older brother by three years. He was the second oldest above their little sister whom you later learned had been killed by your High Lord’s father and brothers. After learning the truth you no longer wished to stay in the Spring Court and joined your husband. Soon you were introduced to the Inner Circle and Velaris as well.

You had found a home in the Night Court and even before your husband had died you had proved yourself worthy of a title inside the Night Court. That war changed everything. You had agreed to stay back with your son, while everyone went to fight. Your husband had promised he’d be back, that he would continue to teach your babe to slowly take control of his wings even though he wasn’t old enough yet.

It was clear to you that he wanted to be the best father to his son, that he wanted to make sure he knew his son knew that his wings were present in his back. When you and your husband had first learned that your child would have wings you were terrified. You had heard stories of females dying in childbirth because their child had wings and they hadn’t had the proper hips to birth a winged babe.

While the stories were rare they existed. You were lucky enough to have some trace of Illyrian in you. Madja had been the one to confirm that you would be able to carry the winged babe to term and not have any issues. But it still scared you. And when he was finally born, the fear of seeing him fly us held a strong grip on you. You were lucky that he would have his father and uncles to teach him to fly.

But it changed, everything always changes. You were in the House of Wind playing with your son when they finally returned. A smile was on your lips ready to greet everyone including your husband. However it faded the second everyone looked at you with guilty eyes. Mor was the first to step forward, taking your son from your hands and walking out of the room with him. She didn’t want to be there, she couldn’t see the look on your face when they told you.

“Where’s Orin?” You questioned, your voice cracked. Everyone exchanged a look with each other. Then Rhysand stepped towards you. Tears filled in your eyes as you stared at your brother in law.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Rhys said, his voice breaking. He had lost his brother and telling you was the worst thing he ever had to do.

“Where’s Orin?” You repeated your question, ready to winnow away. You knew what was coming and you weren’t prepared for it. You looked at Feyre.

“Watch over him for a few days, please?” You asked via mind. She only gave a soft nod as Rhys took another step towards you.

“Hybern, he killed him. I couldn’t… I couldn’t do anything to save him. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Rhys tried to pull you in for a hug but you disappeared. You had winnowed away before he had a chance. You collapsed into the fields you’d known for a long time before you left. The weather was just as you remembered. A scream left your lips, you held your hands to your chest as tears rolled down your face.

The High Lord of Spring felt a presence in his court. It had been so long since he’d felt some sort of life. But the scream he heard was gutted and broken. In his beast form he listened closely for the cries that followed after. He wasn’t sure who was hurt but he needed to make sure whoever it was was okay. His court might have fallen because of his ex lover but with the war over he needed to rebuild.

He shifted back into his fae form staring at you from a distance, afraid to take a step forward. He watched you lift your gaze, eyes finding his though you couldn’t be sure who or what you’d seen. As the male stood there in the trees he felt the golden string come to life, tying his soul to yours. He collapsed to his knees, a soft gasp leaving his lips. He wasn’t sure if you had felt it and he couldn’t bring himself to ask you when he had no idea who you were.

A gasp had escaped your lips too. The last thing you had expected when you knew you had seen the High Lord was that he was your mate. You knew he wasn’t who he had seemed to be when Feyre had started to love him. Everything you knew about him had come from everyone else including your husband. Guilt washed over your face as you came to realize the true effects of the mating bond.

How could you be destined to someone so cruel? How could the Mother decide that the High Lord was your mate and not your husband, not the male you’d loved so much. Instead you were tied down to this male before you. He stepped closer to you, and as much as you’d wanted to run away you were too exhausted from the pain, from all the news you’d just gotten. When he kneeled down in front of you his green eyes were soft.

It was odd to see Tamlin act this way. You’d heard the stories from Rhys and Feyre about the way he’d acted. And as he lifted his hand to cup your cheek, there was something that had shifted in him. Finally words spilled from his mouth as he stared at your face, so many emotions resting on it.

“I don’t expect you to accept the mating bond. I can feel your pain, your hurt. And I’m almost certain you know about the terrible things I’ve done. I will never forgive myself for the pain I have caused others. But please, let me have a chance to show you a better version of myself.” He was so sincere as he talked to you. You didn’t understand why you were getting this version of him. Why he hadn’t done better with Feyre.

“You hurt my sister in-law.” You mumbled softly. Tamlin was shocked by the words, but he had been expecting something worse. Instead you hadn’t pulled yourself away from his hand that still rested on your cheek. His warmth was a welcome surprise.

“I did, and I will never be able to take back the wrong I did to Feyre, but I can learn from my mistakes and hopefully be better than I once was. Maybe you can help me.” There was hope in his green eyes as you stared at your mate.

“I have a son.” You whispered softly. “He’s Orin’s son. Rhys is his Uncle, as are Cassian and Azriel. None of them would be pleased to discover the mating bond between us. I can not accept it, but I’m not rejecting the bond. I believe that everyone deserves a second chance, everyone also deserves to be happy.” You paused, placing your hand on top of Tamlin’s and sending him a soft smile. “If Rhys can have his happy ending with Feyre, then you deserve your happy ending. I am willing to put forth the effort, but I need time to mourn my husband.”

Your words ran through his head. He was shocked that you’d admitted to not wanting to accept the bond but not rejecting it either. It meant that there was a chance he could change, and he’d do it for you, he’d do it for your son too. And if you needed time to mourn the loss of your husband then he’d give it to you.

“Take all the time you need. I’ll be waiting when you’re ready, Y/N.”

After that day Tamlin had a better look on life. You’d stayed at his mansion helping to clean up whatever you could. It helped keep your mind off the loss of your husband and allowed you to mourn the way you needed to. Eventually you had asked Feyre if someone could bring your son to you in the Spring Court. You had mentioned how you weren’t quite ready to leave, but you didn’t want to be away from your son.

Tamlin stood near you, while the two of you waited for Rhys and Feyre to show up. You’d be telling them about the mating bond though you had yet to decide if you were ready to accept it. There was a change in the Spring Court, with it being rebuilt others were returning to help and move back to their home court. Tamlin was thankful for the help you’d done in the weeks that you’d been here. You looked back at the male as Rhys and Feyre appeared. Seconds later Azriel and Cassian dropped down from the sky.

“What’s he doing here, Y/N?” Rhys had asked the second he spotted the High Lord.

You only rolled your eyes at your brother in-law walking over to Feyre and taking your son from her. Tamlin watched as your whole expression changed when you saw your son. He couldn’t stop the smile that had fell to his lips as he watched you talk to your son. You looked up from your son and placed your eyes on Tamlin. For the first time in weeks he had a look of love on his face.

The four seemed to notice as well. You stepped away from them, knowing very well they were watching the exchange between you and Tamlin. However the scent of the mating bond between you and Tamlin was there. Rhys could smell it, they all could. You stopped in front of Tamlin, still holding your eyes to him.

“Tam, this is my son, Atlas.” You said softly holding the babe towards the male.

Tamlin was hesitant to be near the babe. But you handed him off to Tamlin so easily. This was the moment you’d make your decision. Atlas cooed as he stared up at Tamlin. You felt your heart swell with pride and love, Tamlin could feel it down the bond which had caused him to lift his gaze from Atlas and look at you. Finally you turned back to your family.

“I know I disappeared and I’m sorry. But I needed to mourn Orin, I needed to move on without you all pestering me. I know I’ll always be welcome in the Night Court but I can’t go back there. As I’m sure you're aware, Tamlin is my mate.” You paused taking a deep breath. You felt Tamlin move closer to you, his warmth hitting your back. “I know that Orin would want me to move on, he’d want me to be happy. And since I’ve come back here, I have been. Tamlin still has a lot to make up for, and I expect him to earn his forgiveness eventually. I know it’ll take you and Rhys a while to fully accept the idea of Tamlin being my mate, but I’m not rejecting the bond.”

Feyre and Rhys exchanged a glance with each other. Feyre was the first to step forward. “Will you be happy here?” She asked, the concern on her face. You knew why it was there, and you understood it. But so far Tamlin had been true to his word, he’d treated you differently, and while it was still a shock you took it with open arms.

“I will. Tamlin and I still have a lot of rebuilding to do. He still has a lot of trust to earn, but I think this is what I was always meant to do. I think I was always meant to be here, that’s why the Mother made Tamlin my mate.” Rhys opened his mouth. “If he so much as steps out of line you will be the first to know. But I don’t think that’ll happen.”

You had high hopes in your mate, you believed that he could be a better version of himself. Already he had made you feel so loved, he helped you mourn the loss of a male that meant nothing to him. He’d helped you in so many ways you were honestly surprised. But he was taking the steps to be better. And it made you happy.

“Do we still get to see Atlas?” Rhys asked, his violet eyes on his nephew who was still in Tamlin’s arms.

“Of course, I don’t think Tamlin would ban you from his court. Just please send word if you're stopping by.” You looked back at Tamlin who gave a stern nod, though his jaw was clenched.

“Would you mind if I spoke to Tamlin alone, dear Y/N?” Rhys asked violet eyes on you. You turned back to your brother in law and gave him a nod. You walked over to Feyre and Tamlin walked with Atlas and Rhys by his side.

“Is this ok?” You asked, staring at your High Lady. Though she wouldn’t be your High Lady for much longer.

“I don’t regret the things I’ve done to Tamlin, they’ve made up for the harm he caused me. I do worry a little that you might regret your actions but I trust that you know what you’re doing. After all he is your mate. I just wished we’d all known all along that he was supposed to be with you.”

“I don’t.” This caught Feyre by surprise. “I loved Orin with my entire being. And as much as I wished he was my mate I’m glad he wasn’t. I was so hurt that he’d gone off to war, leaving me to take care of our son. Then you all returned and said that he’d died. I was so broken, we’d gotten into an argument before he left and I had said some hateful things to him, of which I regret and will always carry with me.”

“He wasn’t mad at you for feeling the way that you did.”

“I know, but I was.” You paused, turned to look back at your mate. Then your eyes landed on your son who seemed to have a small smile on his lips as he stared up at the male. “I know Tamlin has done terrible things. And I will never look past what he did to you. But I believe he deserves a second chance. And regardless of him being my mate, I’m going to give him a second chance to make himself better to learn from the mistakes he’s made. And he’s starting to see the wrong he did. He’s rebuilding his Court, he’s already stated that I will be his High Lady. And I know that’s something you wanted here, and I’m so sorry you didn’t get it.”

“Don’t be. I wasn’t destined to be the High Lady of Spring. You are. You might possibly be the best thing to happen to Tamlin after me. We showed each other the toxicity in the love we had and with our next partner we broke that. I believe with all my being that everything that happened was always supposed to happen. This was for the best.”

You smiled at Feyre, walked over to her and wrapped her in a warm hug. She hugged you back tightly. Rhys and Tamlin now had their eyes on their mates but neither of seemed to care.

“Thank you.” You whispered. The two of you pulled back from the hug, then you and Feyre walked over to Rhys and Tamlin. The smile on your face grew as you stared at your mate and child. An arm gently rested around Tamlin’s waist, you moved closer to him as Rhys and Feyre said their goodbyes. “Let’s go home.” You whispered softly. Tamlin gave a nod of his hair and placed a kiss on your forehead. The two of you turned around and walked back towards the manor.

#tamlin x reader #tamlin #a court of thorns and roses #tamlin x you #tamlin acotar #reader insert #x reader #feyre archeron #rhysand

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hello love i hope you have an amazing weekend Can i ask about hc with insecure papas who thinks reader is with them just, because they're heads of the church and suddenly they're retired and have to tell about it reader?

Aw thank you, I hope you do too!

I was very excited to do this prompt <3

sfw, hurt/comfort, angst, tw self deprecation, low self-esteem, fluff

Primo

Considers himself good at handling stress but all he does is avoid the problem, distracting himself from what he’s feeling. So instead of going to you directly, he picks up gardening.

Has no clue what he’s doing, this is his first introduction into the hobby. He finds a little patch and asks if he can have it and when the Ministry doesn’t protest, he just starts digging up grass.

The problem becomes unavoidable when you seek him out after his continued absence. He’s always gone from the bed when you wake and doesn’t return until very late. Part of you was prepared to find the worst; that he’d been seeing someone else or something but when you find him, he’s up to knees in dirt tearing up the Ministry’s lawn.

The encounter ends with you holding his hand as he confesses the news and his fears of you leaving. You can tell he’s anxious from the stiffness of his posture and the tension in his expression. Leaning so that your forehead rests against his, you tell him he has no need to be afraid of you leaving because you don’t plan to anytime soon. His place as Papa isn’t why you’re with him, and you’ll do your best to show him that in the future to come.

You also joke that you’d better get your own pair of gardening gloves if this is gonna be a permanent new hobby.

Secondo

He believes in tearing off the bandaid quickly, and he doesn't allow himself the time to truly process things or grieve for himself. He just goes on as if everything's okay still and when he tells you the news, he might as well be telling you the weather forecast with how nonchalant he is when he brings it up.

You can see through him though, like stained glass. Can see just how tightly he's wound up, how stiff his muscles are as he braces himself for you to leave. He's playing it casual, like he doesn't care. Like he’s telling himself that when you leave, he'll just keep this facade and eventually he'll be okay again (though he can't even begin to think about a life without you, can't bear to think of you leav-- he stops himself from finishing that thought for fear it may shatter him).

And because you know him and because you can see past that stoney mask of his, the first thing you do is take his calloused hands in yours and press a gentle kiss to it— a reassuring gesture you often do when he’s feeling uneasy or nervous about something and it speaks for itself. You can practically see the tension seeping out of Secondo with how much he deflates and practically collapses against you. You don’t mind however and welcome him with open arms, embracing him as he falls back against you.

You tell him that he’s silly for thinking you’d ever leave just because he’s not Papa anymore. You list all the reasons off the top of your head on why you love him, Secondo, and not Papa Emeritus II.

He hates it when he cries, despises it with a passion because he was raised with toxic masculinity, but he allows himself to let it out in the safety of your arms with his head buried into the crook of your neck. He asks you to continue talking, asks you to tell him about your day, so you do. You tell him what you did that morning, what you ate, who you saw and what they said.

His kisses are the softest after, thankful and relieved and so in love with you. His energy has all been spent through the emotional whirlwind that is his coping methods and so you take him to bed early, tucking yourself into his arms and wrapping around him like a koala. He whispers that he loves you about a billion times, just in case you forget.

Terzo

He figures after he was dragged off stage, he would be retiring. Has a full blown panic attack, and you hold him tightly in his bedroom. Little whines and stuttered breathes as he tries to stop hyperventilating. It takes a little time but you eventually help him settle by putting his hand against your chest and telling him to follow your breathing.

You tell him so many things— that it’s okay and it will be okay. That you’re not going anywhere and that regardless of what happens, he won’t be alone.

You gently brush his tears away and help him clean off his papa makeup, kissing each patch of bare skin you reveal. You run a bath for the two of you with his favorite essential oils and let him curl up in your lap, clinging to you like a stubborn panda. You even tease him about being like one, and his cheeks heat up pink, flustered.

When you finally get to bed, you let him be the little spoon, enveloping him in your arms and holding him tight with the promise that you won’t let go.

Copia

To him, there is no question to whether you would stay or not. He just knows you won’t because he can’t possibly think of a single reason why you would stay if he were no longer Papa. To him, he had been worth nothing until he was Papa. Just the weird quirky cardinal that everyone tolerates because at least he gets his work done on time. He doesn’t know you’ve had a crush on him for years before he ever even stepped foot into the spotlight to lead the Ministry.

He lets himself have one more day. Just one more day where you’re all his and he’s all yours and everything is okay with the world. One more day he gets to hold you in his arms and make you laugh and kiss your lips that he swears taste of honey. To have your hand in his, fingers intertwined as if they were meant to fit together perfectly like soulmates. To hear you say “I love you” and mean it with everything in your heart.

He cries that night as the two of you lay down to sleep, but won’t tell you what’s wrong. Instead, he begs you to hold him the entire night, to stay with him until he wakes. And you do. You kiss his forehead softly and promise you’ll be there in the morning. You wrap him in safety and love until he finally drifts off into a fitful sleep.

In the morning, it’s the first thing he tells you and he fully expects you to get dressed and collect your things to leave. What he doesn’t expect is for you to drag him back to bed.

You snuggle him within an inch of his life and tell him you’re not leaving, not when he’s the perfect cuddle buddy. You’ll reassure him as many times as he needs to hear it and he cries again, soft relieved tears that you kiss away.

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This chapter (and thus this chapter review) contains discussion of abuse, suicidal ideation and CSA, so if you're not in the headspace for that, skip this one and I'll see you next time.

we are so oshi no back

After last chapter left me fighting for my life to come up with literally anything to say about it, this was one of those chapters where I ended up having more and more to say about it the more I turned it over in my head. It still feels a bit disjointed and has that same issue of ripping through the events of the movie way too fucking fast that the arc as a whole has been having lately but this chapter was such a breath of fresh air I can't bring myself to care.

The chapter itself is more or less split in two, with one half dedicated to 15 Year Lie's in-universe events and the other focusing a bit on Aqua and Kana for, tbh, the first time in way too long. Admittedly, my enthusiasm for 15YL has waned given the reveal of just how much of it is completely made up but like. I'm still gonna over analyze this stuff. Sunk cost fallacy, don't fail me now!!!!

I joke, but the 15YL section of this chapter was legitimately bone chilling. That barrage of cuts following Uehara's attack on Airi…. fuuuuuuuck, man.

Airi herself is pure fucking poison this chapter too and I mean it in the best way. I continue to be incredibly impressed with how OnK understands the motivations of a person like Airi what her abuse of Hikaru is really about. When discussing this in 141, Miyako points out just how often victims of abuse can themselves go on to perpetuate their own pain out of a need to try and regain their dignity, but I think what Airi seeks in her abuse of Hikaru is control. We see how often she wields her power over him while pretending that he has as much agency as she does in their """relationship""" and it's repeated here, too; she throws the results of her own sexual abuse of him in his face as a way of permanently chaining the two of them together, all while tearing down his worth as a person as if to 'prove' he deserves to be trapped in her grasp. I've said before that Akasaka is unsettlingly good at writing toxic mothers but I think Airi has made it pretty clear that Akasaka understands and is thus excellent at writing abuse and abusers in general, and for someone like me who counts that as one of their favourite Themes (tm) in fiction, I feel quite well fed.

The abuse Airi hurls at him is also interesting from a perspective of paralleling Hikaru even further with Ai. We saw snippets of this in 140, of Hikaru characterizing himself as someone desperately trying to construct a version of himself that can be loved by others the same way Ai creates 'Ai of B-Komachi', a version of herself who can give and receive love in the way she thinks her authentic self is unable to. Airi puts this into more explicit words; Hikaru must construct this fake version of himself because there is no 'real' him and thus, he is inherently unlovable. Jesus Christ.

Knowing those words were swimming around in his head, it makes the HKAI scene that follows even more of a gutpunch than it already is. It's the most wonderful kind of miscommunication tragedy - with their respective traumas, there is basically no other way a talk like that could have gone and yet it's agonizing to see it play out. Ai's innocent cruelty in the face of Hikaru's pain and her suffocating smile… the worst part is, while I completely understand why this was so shattering for Hikaru, it's impossible to miss that this was, in a way, an expression of love from Ai; it was honesty, an admission of vulnerability. She herself even says she doesn't want to lie to him. But to Hikaru, what else could that have sounded like but a confirmation of his most godawful fear?

that said. the timeline here is very confusing. this seems to imply hkai were still dating all the way up to the murder-suicide, which seemed to be just before the dome concert but did the breakup really seem that recent during their phone call?? this whole timeline is penised beyond repair.

The art in this chapter in general is incredibly good but something in particular I want to highlight is how much and how often Aqua-as-Hikaru looks like Ai in these panels. I can't put my finger on what it is, but that similarity always makes me feel so warm and sad whenever I see it. For as much as he struggles with his relationship to her, Aqua really is his mother's son through and through.

and. man. what even is there to say about that scene in the rain and everything that follows. I was't sure if the murder/suicide was going to be featured in the movie but even the brief snippet of it that we got and that barrage of scene titles and Kamiki's silent scream… whoof. shit like this makes me really hope we get to see mengo illustrate a horror manga someday because i think she would absolutely kill it.

We cut back to reality to see Aqua reading the script and in perhaps the most interesting swerve in this chapter, we see that he has once again reverted to his double black hoshigans. And uh, am I going to sound like a terrible person if I say I'm really glad for this? LOL.

Obviously I would rather Aqua not be experiencing Suicidal Ideation (Bass Boosted) 24/7, but it's kind of a relief to see that one single conversation wasn't enough to totally shake Aqua out of that headspace. I've talked a lot about how frustrating I find it that 'Ruby finds out Aqua is Gorou' is treated as the finale to her black hoshigan arc and every ongoing thread, internal and external, attached to it was dropped like a rock with no further interrogation. It robbed Ruby of the opportunity for some really important growth and, imo, was just shitty for Kana and Memcho who were treated extremely poorly by her and got no apology for it. I was really worried this would be the case for Aqua as well and that his own dip into that rancid headspace would end on a wet fart which would really sting given just how little insight we've gotten into him this arc. But this chapter makes it clear that while some cracks have started to form in his armor, he's not in the clear just yet.

i mean, even if he was permanently back to one white star, aqua is such a little freak regardless………………………….

What this means in the long term is a little hard to pin down, both because we've had so little insight into Aqua's headspace this arc and because the exact nature of black hoshigan as a symbol has always been a little Calvinballed, but in this context and for Aqua specifically, I think we can read this as his conviction in the messy endgame of his revenge play being shaken up. I, personally, have been reading the black hoshigan as of late as an expression of the sort of futureless despair that can become suicidal ideation, at least for Aqua; since immediately after Ai's death, we have gotten incredibly strong hints that Aqua is suicidal, his guilt-fueled desire to die and his desperate want to experience a happy future at war within him. He more or less explicitly says as such in 106, expressing that this break in their relationship is necessary for Ruby to be able to live on 'after he's gone' - which strongly implies that Aqua's revenge play is intended to end with his death.

Knowing that Ruby is Sarina wasn't quite enough to shake his conviction, but their talk in 143 was. I do think Ruby just giving him some straightforward affirmation was a good starting point but I also can't help but wonder, with the context that his white stars were not indicative of a permanent change, if hearing just how deeply Ruby still relies on 'Gorou's' presence in her life struck a nerve for him. Paraphrasing her from 143, she straight up says Gorou is the one who gives her life meaning. And if that's how it is, what exactly will happen if he's gone again..?

Obviously this is all still speculation because even when I am begging on hand and knee Akasaka is refusing to give us Aqua introspection but at this point I have to make a guess at SOMETHING if i am going to say anything remotely coherent about aqua in this arc, so

ANYWAY!! AQUA AND KANA HAVING A NORMAL ASS CONVERSATION FOR THE FIRST TIME IN GOD KNOWS HOW LONG!!! Ngl, it did give me a bit of a chuckle to see Kana voice the question of whether Aqua was getting too immersed in his role, given that people were accusing her of that back during the first round of the RBKN conflict.

I was also really surprised to see Aqua just outright say that yeah, he is at least flirting with suicidal ideation. Like - that's the first time he's said that out loud, to anybody??? In 143 he voices the less damning but still not great sentiment that he feels guilty for being alive but this is to my knowledge the first time Aqua has expressed his suicidal ideation out loud, let alone to anyone else. And… fuck, man! That's an absolutely terrifying thing to hear a friend say. No wonder Kana reacts like she does.

Because of my powers of Claire-voyance (read: basic pattern recognition and being in fandoms for 15+ years), I'm pretty sure people are going to be Very Mean to Kana about the way she chooses to respond to Aqua here but honestly? Not only did this tough love response feel very IC for her, but the clumsiness of it felt very honest to me. I think a lot of people in fandom lately just want characters to talk like fucking therapists all the time and have the Correct And Unproblematic Response to… well, situations like this. But Kana is an 18 year old girl who has her own share of issues and her friend she knows is dealing with his own huge amount of baggage just casually dropped an "i wanna kms" on her. All things considered, I think she handles it surprisingly well.

Because like… look at what Kana really says to Aqua here. She gives him some of their usual banter to diffuse the tension but then makes herself very clear: she does not want Aqua to hurt himself and makes him promise that he won't. It's clumsy and rough in the way Kana often is, but I think the important part - her sincere care for Aqua as her friend - really does shine through.

also cute that other people caught: Kana squishing Aqua's face seems to be an intentional callback to one of their on-stage interactions in Tokyo Blade, right down to Aqua making a identical scrunchyface to Kana. Extremely cute. I love it when Aqua is cute <3

Kana also being a person able to shake Aqua out of his black hoshigans also leans into something I've been hoping is going to pay off for a while now; the idea that Aqua's salvation is not going to come from any one, singular character but from the many different people who Aqua has built relationships with coming together when he needs them to support him. One of the things OnK has continually highlighted is the way isolation and lacking support systems warp and damage people's mental health and I think it would play excellently into that theme to have Aqua's support net, so to speak, to be wide enough to catch him no matter where he falls.

the product placement was very stupid but i did laugh pretty hard at it and then immediately go buy myself some potato chips so i guess it worked. genius mangaka aka akasaka.

All jokes aside, the note their talk ended off on was so lovely too. Aqua being honest enough to admit that being with Kana is fun and Kana getting all dokidoki and then quietly admitting she feels the same when she's alone… cute! But more than that, it highlights something about the AQKN dynamic I think is really important, regardless of whether their relationship is romantic, platonic, in laws, mlm/wlw hostility or whatever else; Kana is his friend and he can just be a normal boy and have normal fun with her without any ulterior motives. It's something Aqua doesn't really have in any of his other relationships so getting a reminder of that and what it means to Aqua was really good.

honestly i think i am just so starved of nice things happening to my son that seeing him opening up to one of his friends and admitting he has fun (HIS LAUGH!!!!!!) was like a shot of heavenly ambrosia for me. please can hoshino aqua have just one nice day.

OR UH… BASED ON THAT LAST PAGE…. PROBABLY NOT ANYTIME SOON….!!!

this is what i mean about this chapter giving me 5000000 things to talk about. kamiki is TALKING TO RUBY IN THE FLESH FOR THE FIRST TIME and i almost completely forgor.

why is he dressed like a dad about to take her out on a fishing trip, though

Ruby looks unusually solemn while she's praying, which is interesting. She's been pretty bright and high energy since 141ish so I'm curious what has her looking so comparatively dour. She's praying at a shrine, too, which means there's probably something on her mind. Nik (@akane-kurokawa) theorized that she's anxious about the upcoming scenes in the movie (LIKE, YOU KNOW, HER MOM'S DEATH) and until we get further insight on that, that's what I'm gonna assume too.

putting aside how Shrimptresting it is that Kamiki turned up out of nowhere like that, I can't help but note a certain horrible parallel between Uehara meeting young Hikaru in the rain with a black umbrella and Kamiki doing the same for his daughter…

cannot wait for that entire talk to get offscreened. lol.

break next week……………………………

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #onk spoilers #chapter reviews #csa mention

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I loved your new post about yandere mha boys with pregnant reader I was wondering if you could do one where the baby isn’t there’s and they don’t realise until it’s born ? Pleaseee

YANDERE MHA 'YOU ARE NOT THE FATHER!'

ft. Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Aizawa

TW: OBSESSION, YANDERE THEMES, ACCUSATIONS OF CHEATING, KIDNAPPING, METIONED MURDER, MENTIONED BABY-GO-BYE-BYE BUT LIKE SUBTLY i hope

Thanks for the ask!

READ PART 1 HERE

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Oh dear...that's certainly a problem. The birth of your first child was something he was looking forward to with a lot of hope. Hope that seeing him caring for the child would spark a love for him finally. Unfortunately, it's obvious the child wasn't his, and they didn't look like you either.

You had cheated on him. Well, not actually. In truth, by the time Izuku kidnapped you, you were already pregnant with your current partner, who Izuku got rid of, but none of you were aware of it at the time. But acknowledging that was acknowledging that Izuku's image of a perfect family had shattered and it was all his fault.

So he blames you. Throws all sorts of accusations about you cheating and sneaking out to see other men, and then dumping your bastard baby on him. He refuses to have anything to do with the child and only used them to keep you in line, threatening to get rid of them if you misbehaved. Izuku felt broken. He felt as if everything had taken a sudden wrong turn in his life. He felt like he just lost control of the life he had planned. Everything was going to be perfect, your lives were going to be perfect. Then you had to go and spoil it all.

The only thing you can do at this point is try to make him happy. Maybe if you have a couple of kids that are actually his, he will be willing to forgive you and accept that child as a member of his family.

BAKUGO KATSUKI

Katsuki is angry. But not at you, he's just pissed that he didn't see something like this coming. When that filthy bastard that used to call himself your boyfriend put his hands all over you, how could Katsuki forget? If he had known sooner, he could have done something to stop it before it got too far.

But he's too late now. Worst part is, he has to watch you pay more attention to a brat that isn't even his. Katsuki grudgingly helps with the baby, still a bit resentful that he wasn't the one to knock you up first. The kid starts to grow on him soon. The little brat sort of reminds him of you and he can even pretend it's his for a moment.

It's not too bad, Katsuki decided one night as the baby lay fast asleep on his chest and you curled up next to him on the couch, dozing off as well. Maybe he was cut out for this family shit after all.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Oh boy...

He's relieved that he technically had no part to play in it but he's also very pissed. Who would dare to touch his darling? He hates the thought of anyone being able to impregnate you other than him.

Shoto is literally acting hot and cold, sometimes being helpful and supportive, other times dismissive and harsh. He's not quite sure what to do with another man's baby. All his fears about bringing in a child that has his family traits have disappeared but there's still an actual, living baby to consider.

He tries to get out of his head a bit when he sees you are actually struggling to take care of the baby and of yourself too. All things considered, he still loves you. For now, Shoto will just concentrate on keeping the baby alive and keeping you happy.

AIZAWA SHOTA

He's surprisingly chill about the whole affair. As an underground hero, Shota's seen a lot of people in a lot of different situations. Things like this just happen. While he's definitely surprised, he adapts pretty quickly. He's a pretty good dad, very reliable when you're not feeling a 100%. It really improves your opinion of him and makes you more comfortable around him.

Don't let your guard down though. Shota isn't going to settle for just one kid. Once you're healed, get ready to get pregnant again :)

I HAVE A MASTERPOST WITH LINKS TO MY YANDERE MHA HEADCANONS AND FANFICS HERE

A/N: Please leave a like, comment and reblog if you enjoyed this! Also tagging people can be a bit confusing because I always forget who wants to be tagged so if you do want to be tagged, please specify whether you want to be tagged for a particular series or for all my work.

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 1 year

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Mc burns down the House of Lamentation

Lucifer:

he knew it, he fucking knew it!

leaving you without magic was already bad enough, but a feral gremlin that doesn´t fear anything? and they have the capability to use fire magic? this was a recipe for disaster from the beginning

hanging for eternity for you if your lucky

and if not… well either way you better hope he won´t catch you because this would probably be the worst punishment he ever dealt

I actually would recommend running before anyone get´s home and just run as far as possible

never stop and never look back because Lucifer will be hunting you for the rest of your life

Mammon:

his thoughts exactly was “oh fuck oh shit oh fuck!”

yeah there is no way Lucifer won´t kill you for this

“good luck to ya Mc! it was nice knowing ya!”

yeah he won´t help you, best he could offer you is to plan your escape route

and maybe stall Lucifer for a little bit… for the right price of course (he´ll just run with the money, he already knows Lucifer will finish everything that´s in his way)

he will happily relay your last words towards his brothers

he will miss you and good luck with your remaining life

Leviathan:

“lol good luck”

yeah he won´t help you actually your even lucky he talked with you and didn´t ignore you so Lucifer doesn´t know he talked with you

he just told you to never come back and hide somewhere Lucifer won´t ever suspect you to be

is it helpful? maybe, but there is no way Lucifer won´t track you down

Lucifer has like a sixth sense to find trouble makers

but he also had the guts to ask you to bring him any merch you find while your on the run

he got hit for this

Satan:

pray nothing happened to his things

if nothing happened he might be willing to hide you in his room

because it will piss Lucifer of and he knows no one would be able to survive without you

and he can spend time with you without anyone barging in

and it´s actually very easy to hide in his room considering it´s you know entirely covered in books

he will also smuggle you out of the house from time to time because he knows how boring it can get

Asmodeus:

pray nothing happened to his things part 2

actually scratch that just for worrying him that his room might have gotten destroyed makes him want to kill you

he will definitely tell Lucifer where you are hiding

his skin got irritatet from his worrying, which means you have to pay

you should hope when you get punished that you won´t get left alone

who knows what Asmo is planning

he does not play around when it concerns his appearance

actually wonder who would be worse?

Beelzebub:

he was probably the most worried about you and he would even be willing to save you from Lucifer

I mean he won´t hurt Lucifer because he is his brother and everything

but he will take part of the blame

biggest sweetheart right there

he will get so many cuddles if you survive this

and snacks

but that still entails the big fat if you survive

if not it was nice knowing everyone

and you will hunt Lucifer for the rest of his existence

Belphegor:

is he in the burning house? no?

than he doesn´t care what happens

he won´t even help you

if you´re to loud he will even tell Lucifer where you are

no remorse for what fate Lucifer has in store for you and what horrors will await you

he will betray you for 10 more minutes of sleep

and will sleep like he didn´t just indirectly killed you

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Scarlet Part 2

For @aguilaguerrera10, here’s the second part. Again, so sorry for the wait. I’ve been trying to make a habit of finishing my stuff. So, to everyone, I am in the process of making your posts. I am very grateful for your patience and I am trying my best to get to all of you.

TW: ANGST, FIGHTING BETWEEN FATHER AND SON, and uh.. yeah. If there is anything else I missed or that troubles you, let me know, and I’ll put it in.

(Edit done in Picsart by me)

Neither you nor Jason ever mentioned your grandfather.

It didn’t matter. Jason raised you, cared for you. He was family and you were, too; finding out about your real family didn’t change that. Jason is your real family - who cares who your mother is or who your grandfather is? Jason has been there for you your entire life - you could care less about your 'other' family.

As you continue on with your life, each day your vigilante work got tougher; forgetting the incident between Jason and your grandfather. You were always near your dad, who explicitly told you to never stray from his eyesight unless given permission to - you listened, of course. Gotham is full of surprises, and Jason is a seasoned veteran at this sort of thing. While you may know how to dropkick a guy from above or put a man in a chokehold, Jason knows when a guy is gonna pull the trigger, or who's hiding behind the corner. Once, you got into a run-in with a group of thugs. You and Jason took them down, one by one. You let your guard down for a second, and you were tackled to the ground, repeatedly getting your face punched out. You would’ve been dead..-

If it wasn’t for Jason’s hard fist knocking their jaw out.

The memories were hazy…

You were going in and out of consciousness, but.. you could’ve swore you saw Jason’s knuckles covered in blood. When you managed to pick yourself up and run to safety, you also swore you heard a gunshot.

You shrugged it off as a result of nearly getting your head smashed in, but the more you thought about it, deep down, you start to wonder more and more about what your dad actually did to those men…

“Scarlet.”

You snapped out of your thoughts. “You understand?” Jason stands before you, arms crossed over his chest. You blink under your mask then nod. “Yes. I understand. No confrontation whatsoever.” Your Dad caught wind of an ‘organization’ doing some shady business around Crime Alley. A few searches and criminal records lead him down to a run-down building, deep in the east-end surrounded by the apartments of the ghetto, which is where you two currently stand on the rooftop of. He didn't intend to bring you along, but after going through some more information, he realized he was going to need a helping hand, so here you are.

Jason looks down, observing the guards through the clear windows. “If anything goes wrong, let me know, and I’ll come get you. Remember: never stray from my radar.” You nod. “Got it.” All you were assigned to do is take pictures and gather info - that's it. No confrontation, no take-downs, just sneaking around and playing spy; it will be your first time going solo. Jason stares at you then takes a deep breath - he would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about you. So many what-ifs and a thousand scenarios of the absolute worst things to happen play around in his mind. He knows you’re a good kid, you’ve rarely ever gone against him, and the only time you did was when you wanted to become a vigilante. Besides that, you never caused trouble for him, but still, he couldn’t help but worry - hell - fear.

You noticed Jason's silence and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, what are you scared about? All I gotta do is take a few pictures," you assured, "No biggie!” Although your face was behind a mask, he can feel your bright smile.

It's not that he doesn't trust you.

He trusts you.. wholeheartedly.

It’s those sick fucks that he doesn’t trust.

He holds your gaze then places a hand on your head. "I can always trust you, kid." He says. You smile then run to the air vent with Jason following right behind.

Using the X-ray vision in his mask, he gauges the area: there aren’t as many guards compared to yesterday. You won’t be engaging the enemy and you'll be in the vents, so it didn't matter as much. 'But you never know.' He noted. Jason would be careless to not think there could be more hidden around somewhere in the warehouse. "Well, kid." He turns to you. "Whenever you're ready." Nodding, you use a laser pen you made out of a laser pointer for cats - with the help of your dad, of course. The beam cuts through the vents, carving a circle into the metal, and all it took was one, gentle, push to create a perfect opening. You took one last look at your Dad, then climbed in. Jason can feel his nerves bubbling in his gut, but he pushed them down. 'You'll be fine.' He reassured himself. 'You're a good kid.'

You peer through the holes of the vents: there's a group of men surrounding a map on a table. Using the mini camera in your mask, you snap a few pics then move on to the next room. Jason sat on the rooftop watching the red dot on the map move across the vents in his helmet. Despite overviewing the entire area, he couldn’t shake off the suspicion about the unusual small number of guards hanging around the building. It gave him that much more anxiety with you.

"She shouldn't be doing this."

Jason grits his teeth.

He didn't need to ask to know who it was…

In the pitch black night of Gotham, a tall figure, camouflaged like a menacing shadow, stands behind Jason.

How long has it been..?

Weeks? Months? Years?

God knows how long since he last spoke to the man he was disgusted to call his mentor, his father.

"What do you want?"

"You know why."

Truth be told, Jason does..

Very well…

Along with finding out who your grandfather and mother is, Ra's also told him of who your father is, and your brother. Jason stands up. "Yeah, I do. What of it?"

Bruce's face was as cold and as expressionless as always. He saunters closer to Jason. "She can't live like this." Jason glares through his mask. "Who are you to decide that?" "I mean it, Jason. It's dangerous." Jason scoffs. "Funny coming from you and your four other little birds."

"Make that five."

The familiar cape dawned with the bright red, yellow, and green colors flies down beside him. An unfamiliar figure stands before him, another kid, another Robin. Jason narrows his eyes. "That's right. Almost forgot about you."

Damian Al-ghul Wayne. Grandson to Ra's Al Ghul, son to Talia and Bruce Wayne.

Your older twin brother.

Robin scoffs. "You've heard of me? Good."

Egotistic.

Wonderful…

"My sister will be coming back with us. That's a guarantee."

Jason clicks his teeth. It's his first time seeing the little devil in person and it's already bad enough learning that your mother tried to leave you for dead, it's a whole other thing to find out she abandoned you in favor of this entitled brat. 'Must be genetic.' Jason thought. "Yeah. That's not happening." Robin narrows his eyes. "Yeah. You heard me - she's staying with me and just like how I told your bastard of a grandfather: if any of you even lay a hand on my kid - I'll put a bullet in your skulls," Jason pulls out one of his pistols, "That's a guarantee."

Robin grits his teeth. Before he could even think about lashing out, Batman stands in front of him. "Think about this, Jason-" "I have. A long time ago. No one is taking my kid away from me, especially you."

A rustling echoes from the vent. All men turn to you as you climb out.

"I got all the pictures, Red. Is there..-" Your sentence trails off. Your dad, Batman and Robin standing before you.

Anyone who was born or has lived in Gotham long enough are familiar with the iconic dynamic duo, but to see them in person is an entirely different experience. Usually, you would be excited - if it wasn't for the feeling that something was wrong.

"...what's going on?"

Batman took a few steps towards you only for Jason to jump infront. There's a feral look in his eyes, his shoulders raised up and his muscles tense.

“Jason, please-"

“No! We’re done talking.”

Turning around, Jason starts walking. “Come on, kid. We’re leaving.” Glancing at the duo, you stare at them for a good minute before reluctantly following Jason. “Wait-” Batman grabs your hand.

Before you realize it, Batman goes flying backwards.

You blink.

You find your dad right next to you, his leg outstretched, breathing heavily.

It took a few moments for the gears to turn in your head. Then you realized…

Your dad kicked Batman.

The Dark Knight groans and sits up holding his stomach. You stand in complete shock, unsure of what to make of what just happened. Seeing this, Robin grits his teeth and runs at him, jumping up to send a roundhouse kick towards Red Hood’s head. “Robin! No!” Batman yells. Jason effortlessly catches him, flinging him across the roof to the next building. He tumbles a few times before falling to the ground, groaning.

Your mouth hangs open, stilled by both fear, confusion, and complete shock. Jason scoffs and grabs your wrist. “Let’s go."

“Jason, please. Can we at least talk?” Batman reaches out to grab you again. In a blink of an eye, Jason pulls out his gun.

There’s a suffocating moment of silence.

Neither party made a single move.

Despite your utter horror, the conflicted thoughts, and denials running through your head, there’s no doubt anymore that what happened with those goons is true - your dad had shot and killed them.

“Talk? Talk?! I said, we were done talking. I guess I didn’t make myself clear enough.” His finger begins to press down on the trigger. Your eyes blow wide, you shout. “Dad! Don’t-”

A gunshot never rang out. Batman kicked the gun out of his hand. He simultaneously grabs your arm and pulls you behind him. Robin, with a throbbing headache, stands up. “Robin! Take Scarlet away from here!” Red Hood growls and tries to bring his other gun out but Batman punches that one out too. Robin nods and grabs your arm. “Hey - wait!”

With both of his weapons out of reach, Jason takes to using his fist and goes straight for his nose. Batman catches it and punishes him by striking him twice in the abdomen before kicking him and sending him across the rooftop.

"Come on, let's get you out of here!" Robin is tugging at your arm, but you kept yourself planted. "No! I'm not leaving without my dad!"

Batman walks over. Jason lifts himself up, giving Batman the deadliest glares you’ve ever seen from him. Bruce says nothing and raises his fist at him, ready to land another punch.

"Stop!"

You ran between the two.

Batman halts. You stand there with your arms wide using your entire body to shield your father. "Don't hurt him!"

Batman lowers his fist and stands straight. "You don't understand. What you're doing.. it's not right." You glared at him. "So what?" Batman's gaze hardens. "You can get hurt or worse. Not to mention, where you live is just as unsafe." He kneels down to your eye-level. "If you live with me, with us, we can give you a better home, get you into a better school." He places a hand on your shoulder. Jason tenses up. "Become a family." You held your gaze with him. You didn't move from your spot nor let your arms down despite them beginning to ache. "I already have a family. It's him!" Batman goes silent. Robin grits his teeth. "Don't you get it? You'll die living like this!" "So what!" You snapped. "I rather die right beside my dad than leave him behind!" You hear a groan behind you and turn around. Your dad was struggling to get up, grunting as he held his stomach. You rush to his side, catching him when he falls. Batman steps to you, calling your name as he reaches a hand to you. "No!" You yell, clutching your dad harder, glaring harder at the Dark Knight. "You aren't taking me from him! I'm staying right here and if you try, you'll have to kill me to do it!" Batman stops. You were glued to Jason's side, standing next to him so defensively, ready to put up a fight. Robin was growing impatient and stomped his way to you. "You will come with us, whether you like it or no-" "Stop." Batman halts his son. Before Robin could argue, he turns away from you two, walking to the edge of the roof. "We're leaving." "But-" Batman narrows his eyes. Robin glances at Jason, then you. He holds his gaze with you, clutching his fists, before forcing himself to follow his father. The duo hop off from the roof, disappearing into the night. As if on cue, thunder rumbles across the sky, a heavy downpour following after.

You turn to your dad. He tries to get up again, this time, you help him by wrapping his arm around your shoulder and standing up. "Are you okay?" Jason groans. "I'll be fine. Are you alright?" You chuckle. "I'm alright. But we should get home." You say, then carefully guided him to the rooftop edge.

[DISCLAIMER: This work and any other works I do is purely fiction and fantasy. I do NOT condone any behaviors like this or other yandere behaviors in real life. If you experience something like this, I strongly advise you get help. Again, this work is purely fantasy and should not be done or supported in real life.]

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[I also wished I could center text! >:(]

#platonic yandere #yandere batfam #batfam #batman #yandere jason todd #yandere batman #platonic yandere jason todd #yandere damian wayne #platonic yandere batman #yandere bat!dad #platonic yandere dc #yandere dc #platonic yandere damian wayne #jason todd #bruce wayne #damian wayne

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Okay I don’t know if this has been asked before so I’m sorry if it has BUT. What would the crew + Griffin and Dorian look like slash act like under the effects of the Hyde potion……. I’m Curious

Hasn't been asked before, and that's a really good question tbh. They way I have the hyde potion work is that it brings out not necessarily a "worst self" but rather a twisted version of who the drinker wants to be or who they think they are deep down. Griffin's invisibility would become less literal and more in line with shapeshifting. he can take any appearance or form except his original one and if he fucks up in an old skin he'll just put on a new face. This will cause him to spiral and possibly even forget who Griffin was, he just endlessly becomes new people and finds that he is now everyone and no one. His sense of identity would shatter.

Dorian would become almost doll like, beautiful and horrifying, his skin is too flawless, his eyes are to radiant. It falls into a creepy uncanny valley effect as his face looks almost mask like yet anyone who is in close proximity becomes dazzled by him. Under the influence of the potion he mutilates the faces anyone he sees who might be a threat to his beauty. If he was cruel before he is horrific now. Watson would become a fanatic obsessed with justice, almost a crusader of sorts as he loses the part of him that is humble or empathetic under the influence of the potion. He'd be younger and stronger but all of his softness would be gone. I imagine he'd look larger and more square as this is already a major part of his personality, it's just been amplified and all the temperance removed. Quincey would be similar to Edward, small, hairy and dwarfish but he's not inherently cruel, he'd be more playful and impish. Quincey is at an age where he's expected to act like and adult so in daily life he tends to act mature and take the high road. With his new persona he'd sneak into movies, go to bars and forget about his responsibilities or the impending weight of picking a career and settling into adult life.

Larry would also find himself more energetic and talkative, he'd be confident, almost to the point of arrogance and give in to kleptomaniac urges. If he sees what he wants he'll steal it. I see his "hyde" form being lanky and crooked with elongated limbs. Selma would become a monster. She'd become the things she's hunted all her life and all of the rage and despair she's forced herself to shelve would twist her into a hateful thing that didn't even look human anymore because she feels deep down that her humanity was stripped from her a long time ago. She'd be massive and terrible to look at. Theo would become smaller. She'd become a fragile and lost little creature that can't stop crying because deep down she's fearful that there's nothing left of her anymore except dregs that can't be loved by anyone. She'd be repulsive to look at but she'd beg and cling to anyone who got near her not to leave her.

Erik would become ordinary. He would not be a genius, not gifted with music, not possessing of a horrifying temper or visage just an average man who could go out to the park and sit and watch birds and maybe have a conversation with some strangers. He wouldn't even notice that he doesn't remember how to play a violin. It would scare him how happy it makes him to be "just Erik," with nothing else to him. Adam would become physically attractive but obsessive and shallow. He'd look like the version of himself Victor had wanted to create and he'd even call his inverse "Victor" because there's still something in him that needs some part of Victor to still be alive. Even if it's only because Adam refuses to bury him and let him rest. He'd indulge himself in all the things he could never have as Adam but rather than making him happy he'd still find he resents "Victor" for having what "Adam" cannot. When he's "Victor" he feels disdain for "Adam" and when he's Adam he is jealous of "Victor"

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 1 year

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Post-Hunt Comfort

Summary - Part 5 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic)

Warnings - mentions of periods, nausea, smut (nothing too graphic, just mentioned), mild swearing

Word Count: 1883

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. This one gets a little emotional, I literally cried while writing it. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy!

You wake up feeling groggy, yet better. You take in your surroundings slowly, noting the cold empty bed, your laptop beside you playing soothing music, and the lack of other movement or sounds. As you sit up you notice the weapons bag is also gone, having left just your silver knife that Dean had gifted you with both of your initials engraved on the blade, and your gun on the nightstand for emergencies. Your stomach sinks realising they must’ve gone hunting the nest on their own while you were sleeping. You knew Dean would be itching to get it over and done with so you could go back to the bunker and rest off your “worst-ever period” in comfort. But still, you wish he would’ve waited or at least let you know. That’s when your eyes land on a folded note on your nightstand beside your gun.

Good evening my love,

I hope you slept well and are feeling better. I left a bowl of soup in the fridge for you, just heat it up and eat what you can. Also, help yourself to the chocolate that’s in there too, and make sure to stay hydrated. Maybe even take a nice warm bath. Then cuddle with your new bunny. I made sure it’s nice and soft and cuddly, just how you like.

Sam and I will be back as soon as we can. I love you.

Dean xx

Dean had never been the type to leave you letters, he was more the quick, shorthand text type. But you loved the letter and you planned to treasure it. You shut your laptop and then got up to follow his careful instructions.

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You start to stress when the sun goes down and you’re still alone. You’d taken the time to do everything outlined in Dean’s note, including having a nice long soak in the tub with the lavender bath bomb that you found sitting on the bathroom sink. Another thoughtful gift left by your fiancé no doubt. And you’d quite enjoyed yourself, you felt so relaxed and much better all around. But when you notice how dark it is outside all that relaxation drains away, replaced by the stress of wondering where the boys are and if they are even alive.

You clutch your new stuffed bunny to your chest as you sit on your bed waiting. You pick up your phone multiple times willing for them to call or text saying they are on their way. When you’re not checking your phone, you’re staring at the door, listening for the purr of that much comforting engine.

An hour passes and still nothing. You start to feel sick again; your stomach’s in knots. Tears creep down your cheeks.

I can’t do this alone. I can’t do this alone.

Out of desperation and utter fear that the love of your life and his brother may actually be dead, you decide to pray to the one good angel you know.

Castiel, if you can hear me please bring my boys home safe. Please, I just need to know they’re safe. Please protect them. I can’t lose them. Please, Cass, bring my boys back to me.

You lose track of time as you continue to pray and cry for your boys. You don’t know what time it is when Dean, Sam and Cass walk in. Dean’s arms are around you within seconds, his lips leaving kisses all over your face and neck as he promises he’s safe and apologises for scaring you.

“There were more than we anticipated, but it’s okay. We’re both okay. I’m okay. I’m right here, sweetheart. I promise we’re gonna go home first thing in the morning. Back to the comfort and safety of the bunker, okay? Thanks for calling Cass, by the way. He’s no substitute for your badass but he did save our asses, so thank you. You’re always saving me.”

You hug him even tighter, sobbing into his chest as he holds you just as tight. Dean takes a deep breath as he leans down to kiss along the exposed skin of your neck.

“You smell amazing, sweetheart. Did you enjoy that bath bomb? I’ll have to buy another one so I can enjoy it with you next time.”

A small smile graces your face at his words; he always knows exactly how to make you feel better. You move your head slightly, and Dean takes full advantage of the extra available skin.

“I can’t wait to get you back to the bunker. It’s been way too long, baby girl,” he groans lowly into your neck.

Suddenly, you feel super aware of your surroundings and how on show you are, with Sam and Cass sitting at the table across the room talking. You can feel Dean’s growing excitement against your thigh through his jeans. “Dean, baby.”

Dean pulls away reluctantly and looks up at you, he groans. “I know, I know. I’m gonna go have a cold shower, then we can cuddle and get some sleep.”

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You wake up to the feeling of Dean’s lips on your neck and his hands tickling the bare skin of your stomach where your tank top had ridden up overnight.

“Hmmm, I could get used to waking up like this.”

“Good morning, beautiful, sleep well? How’re you feeling? You feel a little bloated still, how’re your cramps?”

“I feel better, for now at least.”

“I’m glad to hear that. What do you want for breakfast, let me take you out … uh, if you’re up for it. We haven’t even properly celebrated our engagement yet.”

“Dean…”

Dean helps you turn around in your arms before sitting up. He takes your left hand in his running his fingers over the ring. “You did mean it when you said yes, right?”

“What?”

“I mean, you’ve been a little distant ever since. You’re not talking to me like you usually do. Are we okay? Did I move too fast? If you’re not ready…”

“Dean, baby, of course, I meant it,” you say as you take a quick glance around the room, finding the other bed, table and couch empty. You figure Sam must be out on his morning run so you climb onto Dean’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck as he just watches you. You bring your lips to him, pecking him lightly before deepening the kiss, Dean instantly kisses back. One hand holding the back of your head, pulling you closer while the other grips your waist, urging you to grind against his slight morning wood. Your lips are swollen and his hands are at the hem of your shirt pulling it up when you hear the doorknob turn. You pull away quickly and race into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You hear Dean groan in frustration before you turn the water on.

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It’s 6 pm when you pull into another dingy motel room in Dallas, Texas. Thankfully, you weren’t here for a hunt, you just couldn’t stand another 8 hours in the car yet, you needed a break. You were feeling uncharacteristically car sick, which luckily Dean was still attributing to your so-called terrible period.

Once you’re all settled in the room Sam offers to go for a supply and dinner run, and you opt to go with him much to your fiancé’s dismay. You knew that despite your best efforts this morning he was still feeling a little dejected. Every time your eyes met in the rearview mirror during the day all you could see was concern. Those looks used to be filled with love and cheekiness. You were starting to worry that you would lose him. But you just didn’t have the strength or energy to do anything about it. Between the waves of nausea, heartburn and your all-over-the-place emotions, you didn’t have the capacity for anything that Dean wanted or needed from you, not to mention the lack of privacy.

As you walk through the gas mart with Sam you can’t help but stop in front of the pregnancy tests, debating whether to take one. You know once you do there will be no hiding it from Dean, while you’re not certain you can keep playing it off as a period with no bloody pads or tampons to dispose of. But you know if you bring the test back he will surely see it. You’re just not sure you’re ready for that conversation yet.

Just as you almost convince yourself to grab one, Sam comes up behind you. “You talk to Dean yet?”

You shake your head and cross your arms over your chest, walking out of the aisle.

“What are you so afraid of? That he’ll leave? Have you seen how he is with you? There’s zero chance he does that! He’s loyal to a fault and he loves you. Yeah, he might be a little shocked or concerned. But he’ll also be so excited to take that jump with you. I know my brother, Y/N.��

You know in your heart Sam is right, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You walk outside empty-handed and lean on Baby’s hood while you wait for Sam to pay. Suddenly a wave of nausea hits you and you keel over emptying your lunch and stomach bile on the road. As you stand up, you look around taking in all the concerned and disgusted faces watching you from around the parking lot. You feel so sore and embarrassed and you can’t stop the tears from falling. Within minutes Sam’s arms are around you as he helps you into the car before moving around to the driver’s seat.

You bring your knees up to your chest on the seat and bury your head into them during the silent drive back to the motel. When you get back you rush in, walking straight past Dean and into the bathroom locking the door. You brush your teeth and then strip before sitting on the floor in the shower and bawling your eyes out for what feels like hours.

You’re not sure what Sam told Dean to stop him from barging in and holding you, but part of you is grateful. Part of you knows you’re deliberately pushing him away out of guilt. But part of you wants nothing more than to confide in him and have him hold you tight while you cry and hold your hair back while you’re sick.

After a while, you pick yourself up, wash your face and drag yourself out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. When you come out, Dean’s sitting on one bed reading something on your laptop and Sam’s on the other mirroring his actions. You cautiously make your way over to the bed where Dean’s sitting slipping under the covers, not even bothering to remove the damp towel or get dressed. You sense Dean stiffen beside you, no doubt heavily debating the right move; whether to join you under the covers and hold you or give you space. In the end, giving you space wins out and you bury your head in the blanket as you silently cry yourself to sleep, still feeling sick to your stomach.

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