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reputationgf · 1 year

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summer went away, still the yearning stays.

kaz brekker x grisha.

genre - slight angst, fluff.

summary - Three years ago you were taken away from Kaz to Ravka to train as a Grisha, now you found your way back to him and he was your again, Kaz Rietveld was yours again.

word count - 2.3k

a/n : hi wow writing after a long time !! also the summary of this sucks lowkey but we roll <33 please reblog/comment it makes my day <33

leave reqs here !! (no promises tho)

The little palace never felt like home. Something about being considered superior and the ongoing talks about how being a grisha was a gift by the saints, one meant to be cherished made you irritated. Being a grisha was what took your real life away, took you away from a person you cared for the most, Kaz brekker.

Kaz brekker was known by many names be it the bastard of the barrel or dirtyhands but you never knew him as those, to you he simply was Kaz Rietveld, to you he would always be the boy who was caring and smart and broken. Life hadn't been kind to him and it probably still wasn't.

When you both were fourteen and were roaming around the streets of Ketterdam without a care in the world on your part, some grisha came and took both of you to be tested, Kaz wasn't one but you turned out to be, and then without a choice you were taken away from him to the little palace. You wished you had put up more of a fight, maybe even tried using whatever powers you had to free yourself, maybe then you'd still be in Ketterdam with the one you wanted.

But deep down you knew however hard you would've tried you wouldn't have been to run away. You missed everything about your old life even if it wasn't the most safe and comfortable, even if you weren't guaranteed a meal everyday, even if it meant living on the edge everyday cause it meant you could be with him.

You were now seventeen and you felt like you knew nothing except the fact that you missed him. And now you were amidst a war for a country you weren't sure you cared for but you still helped of course, you battled for Genya to receive her justice, you battled for the people who lost their lives due to General Kirigan being an abomination to the society and using people as pawns in his own twisted game.

"Zoya let me come with you to Shu Han." You spoke with eagerness in your voice.

Ever since knowing about the plan to hire the crows to retrieve the Neshyenyer from Shu Han you've been on your toes. This could be the one chance to see him before you possibly died. You weren't going to give up on that.

"Tolya is coming with me I've already told you this once before." Zoya said, Her voice was dripping with sternness, she didn't want any further arguments, "besides why do you even want to come with me?"

You glared at the woman in front of you, it felt as if the fire that normally blazed through your fingers was now in your eyes, "you know why." You said, your voice cold, your jaw clenched.

Zoya studied you, she saw the way your hands were in a tight fist and how your lips were in a thin line. She noticed the slight hitch in your breath and the way your eyebrows were scrunched, then she met your eyes. Your eyes were filled with a fire she had only seen once before when you had found out General Kirigan's reality.

"Fine. You can come with me," She said tilting her head slightly, "don't make me regret this." A smirk rested on Zoya's face.

"I won't. Thank you." You said and gave her a nod, going away to get ready for your travels to Ketterdam and then Shu Han.

Ketterdam. You had so many feelings about Ketterdam that it overwhelmed you. Was Ketterdam your home? Maybe it was cause he was there. Or was it your enemy, the place which broke and bruised you, which made you feel as if someone took a dagger and slowly ran it through your body, just enough to sting forever. Was it a place that placed an irreplaceable hurt in you or was it a place you longed to be in cause he was there. Sometimes you found yourself missing Ketterdam, or maybe you just missed Kaz. After all, it's always the people who make a place feel like home, a safe haven.

The whole ride to Ketterdam to you was completely utterly anxious. Your fingernails dug deep into your fist, your bottom lip so chewed out that you could now taste blood in your mouth. You had to remind yourself to breathe and your heart to beat. One of your hands reached the necklace that laid against your chest, your fingers softly gripping its pendant— a heart, engraved with flowers around the corners and a capital R in the middle. You had remembered the day Kaz had given it to you, it was your fourteenth birthday. He had nicked it from a pawn shop and hoped you'd like it. You remembered it as clear as day how he gave it to you, it was a memory that brought you peace, taught your heart how to beat again. You closed your eyes, releasing the tight grip of your fist and freeing your lips from your teeth. Taking a deep breath you lost yourself in the memory.

"hey," Kaz called out to you, your name leaving his lips, "come in"

You followed Kaz into his room and sat on the chair of his study, he opened his cupboard and removed a small circular velvet box. Your eyes curiously followed the box and him as he sat on the bed opposite to your chair, his hand still holding the box. You looked at him and slightly raised your eyebrows.

"happy birthday" he said, holding out the box for you to take. His voice seemed almost emotionless, like always, but this time you could hear the slightest quiver in it. Was Kaz Brekker nervous?

Your face adorned a smile, "is this for me?" You asked him, your voice slightly teasing.

"yes." He spoke, motioning you to take the box.

You took the box from him gingerly, a small thank you leaving your lips as you gave him a big smile, your finger ran along the edges of the box feeling the soft velvet and then you opened it. A soft gasp of surprise leaving your mouth as you removed the necklace out of the box, "Kaz! This is so precious" you said, an even wider smile now covered your face, the one where he could see your teeth, "thank you so much." You spoke earnestly.

"I'm glad you like it." Kaz spoke, the tiniest of smiles on his face.

You studied the pendant, your finger dragging along the pink flowers carved along the heart's edges, you smiled at the 'R' in the middle of the heart, "There's a 'R' in the centre of the heart" you said, your eyes meeting his, your eyebrows raised slightly as if questioning him.

Kaz remained silent, you felt as if you said something wrong, maybe you shouldn't have pointed it out, maybe it was accidental. But then Kaz said, "This way, there's always a piece of the real me with you." of course it wasn't accidental, kaz brekker is a mastermind, everything he does will always have a meaning.

"Thank you," you said, putting the necklace on, "I love it"

He merely gave you a nod and you left his room.

"Let me do the talking." Zoya said, her eyes on your face as you stepped into the crow club, you hummed a noise of approval your eyes desperately searching the dim lit room which reeked of alcohol, a smoky haze covered the room. Someone approached Zoya, you didn't know who he was nor you cared cause it wasn't him.

You soon got lost in your thoughts again, kaz often had that effect on you. You couldn't stop thinking about how he would react to seeing you, would he even acknowledge you? Would he show the slightest reaction? You weren't sure. Soon, Zoya grabbed your arm and tugged on it, "Let's go? I've been calling your name." Her voice had its usual sternness.

"Yeah, right, sorry." You spoke softly, your face held a look of melancholy, Zoya noticed it and her eyes softened, she placed her hands on yours gingerly and gave it a gentle squeeze, "it'll be okay" she said softly, offering you a small smile. You gave her a warm smile and a nod as you both walked towards a hall led by someone.

"Boss will meet you here", the man said as he opened the door to a room which looked like a study, you walked in and Zoya took a seat on the wooden chair kept opposite the table. You walked along the room, your eyes taking in every single corner of the room. You saw the painting hung up on the wall, scrolls of paper neatly placed on the side table, a black wool coat hung on the coat rack. Your breath hitched slightly, "was it his?," You thought, your hand reaching out to touch it, your hand grazed along the soft wool and then you heard the door open. You turned around and your eyes widened a little, your mouth slightly open, a breath left your mouth and your eyes met his striking blue ones. You felt as if time had stopped, you could feel your heart beating fast, so fast that you could feel it in your throat. "Kaz" you said, your voice barely a whisper.

Kaz's eyes widened a little, you could see his grip tighten on his cane, you gave him a little smile, he had to remember you. How could he not?

Zoya's sharp voice suddenly cut the thick tension that settled in the air, "Kaz Brekker, Ravka seeks your help." Her hand holding a letter out to him. A scowl covered Kaz's face, he snatched the letter off Zoya's hand, "We aren't patriots," he said grimly, his eyes meeting Zoya's.

"The money isn't the matter, the king will give you your price" She said with certainty.

Kaz hummed in response, his eyes reading the letter and then it met yours again. Oh those eyes, how you had longed to see them, Kaz's brown eyes were something you'd never forget. You couldn't even if you had tried. His eyes were the shade of brown you saw everyday in your morning coffee, you saw his eyes in the dark leather bound books, you saw his eyes in pieces of dark chocolate. For you he was everywhere- he was in the game of cards you saw younger Grisha playing, he was in the snarky remarks passed around, but more importantly, he was always in your heart.

"Leave." he said now looking at Zoya, "we will discuss about this in a moment." His voice sounded bitter.

Zoya hesitated, her eyes followed yours and she gave you a nod, "Fine, but just a moment", she uttered, leaving and slamming the door shut.

"Kaz," You called out, this time louder. Your voice held desperation in it, it was soft yet tense- you wanted to hold him, you wanted to touch him and try to make up the lost time, you took a step closer to him, "i missed you" you said, your hand fiddling with your necklace.

Kaz's eyes followed your hand, he was surprised to find out you still had the necklace with you, "Three years." he spoke, his voice softer now, "it's been three fucking years." you could see his walls slowly breaking down, his eyes becoming softer, the grip on his cane becoming weaker. "I wondered if you had died", his voice quivered slightly, his eyes glossier.

Another step forward, "How could i die without seeing you?", you said, humor in your voice, "Kaz, are you okay? is everything okay?" you asked, your face held a look of melancholy, your lips pursed.

"You look different," Kaz said, ignoring your question, "you look beautiful." he said slowly, a small smile playing on his lips.

you could feel the tears in your eyes, you smiled at him, a soft giggle left your lips, "Thank you, but that still doesn't answer my question, are you okay?"

"I missed your laugh" he said, "i missed you." This time Kaz took a step towards you, his gloved hands tensed a little. "You still have the necklace." he remarked.

You nodded, "how could i not carry a piece of the real you with me always?"

Kaz looked down, his hand tracing patterns on his cane, "I hated being away from you" he admitted, "i-" he took a breath, his eyes meeting yours, the look on his face made you want to cry, you could feel your eyes filling up with tears again, "I needed you" he said, your name leaving his lips, another breath in, "I wanted you".

You tilted your head slightly, your hands wiping the few tears on your cheek, "I am sorry,"

"It wasn't your fault." he said quickly.

"You have me now, if you still want me." you said, your voice slow, "after this, this war is over I'll stay here in Ketterdam, if you want me too"

Kaz's face looked like that of a young boy again, he was changed in the way he was now, he was dirtyhands, the bastard of the barrel, he was someone people feared- but right now, in this moment, he was Kaz Rietveld again.

"I will always want you." He said slowly, his hand reached out for yours, it tensed a little.

"Kaz you don't have too-"

"I want you to stay." He said, his hand relaxing in yours, "i want you." He gently squeezed your hand.

"Then you'll have me" you said smiling, "you will have me Kaz Rietveld."

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader fluff #kaz brekker x reader angst #kaz brekker x fem!reader #kaz brekker angst #kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x you

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dellalyra · 11 months

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I looked at the prompt list, but i literally COULD NOT decide, but i was thinking, what if Megumi or Tsumiki had a really bad nightmare? How would Gojo and Reader help them? I was thinking baby Megumi, in his sleepy, not being as menacing and just being scared and asking reader for help (cause gojo would bully him)

Also Ily, thank you for your service to society.

A/N: cryin screamin throwin up i can’t this was so sweet to write I think I got a cavity. Having soft sleepy baby Megumi made me so happy to write bc I feel he definitely had his vulnerable tiny little boy moments with these two after he settled in - still a prickly little cactus man most days but occasionally he just needed a cuddle - bc who wouldn’t? Especially if it’s Gojo giving them. Also ily and thank you so much these kind of messages MAKE MY FUCKIN DAY. Keep em coming!!!!!

listen to: luv note - chloe moriondo

la lune - billie marten

A Little Extra Love

Waking up to the sound of obvious nightmares wasn’t unusual for you. You’d been sleeping beside Satoru for a couple of years now, and you’ve shared rooms with Geto and Shoko - the four of you have seen too much shit to sleep unscathed. At least once a month, you’d be sitting with Satoru, still shaking and crying from the lingering feelings of fear and pain stemming from the nightmare - of Riko, of Suguru, of Toji - of losing you. You were no stranger yourself, dreams of bloodied white hair in your lap and vacant blue eyes with a stab wound through his throat plagued you - the image of Suguru holding a young girl's corpse, of the last time you saw Haibara all poisoned your sleep now and again.

So waking at 2am to the sounds of soft whimpers made you immediately turn around to wake your boyfriend from what you expected to be his nightmare - only to find him fast asleep, hair wild across the pillow and drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he lay starfished across the bed. There was no relief however in seeing a peaceful Satoru - because that meant it was one of the kids.

They’d been with you for about 9 months now, and it was almost Megumi’s 7th birthday.

You bolted up, trying to stay silent as you creeped out your door and ran down the hallway to the kids rooms - the sound was coming from Megumi’s room so you softly opened the door and came face to face with a sight that broke your heart. Megumi was clutching his frog plush so tight that his small knuckles were white and his face was contorted in fear - whimpers and soft cries coming from his trembling mouth.

Dashing across to his bed, you gently sat on the bed beside him. You knew that waking anyone - let alone a 6 year old - abruptly from a nightmare would only cause more fear, so you began to softly coo his name and stroke his soft black hair away from his face. After about 20 seconds, you placed a hand on his little chest and rubbed soothing circles - causing his eyes to flash open and the frog to be clutched even tighter to his chest as he let out a yelp at whatever woke him, eyes wide and petrified frantically scanning the room before he surprised you by flinging his tiny arms around your neck and clutching you right and crawling his way into your lap.

“You’re okay sweet boy, you’re safe. It was a nasty dream, that’s all.” You coo into his hair, with the softest voice you can muster. You hate seeing him like this, you wish he didn’t have the trauma he did so he could worry about things normal little boys did instead.

He sniffled into your chest, head pressed into your fluffy pyjama top face first. You continue the slow cycles on his back and wrap your arm around his legs to keep his close to you.

“Do you wanna talk about it, baby?” You ask.

He shudders, but nods.

“He c-came to get us, my dad, he came in here and took me and ‘Miki and said w-we had to leave with him to the big Zen’in family and never come home again and h-he said you didn’t w-want us and-” and the sobs took over as you got the gist of the dream and if the ghost of Toji Fushiguro was in front of you right now you’d kill him and send him back to hell again.

“Oh, my sweet boy - that’s never gonna happen. We’re never leaving you or Tsumiki, we always will want you guys - we love you both so much. I promise, no matter how much me and Satoru annoy you guys you can’t get rid of us, ‘Kay? We’re a family now. Your dad isn’t taking you from us, pinky promise.”

‘Because your unofficially adopted father killed him and him and I threatened the Zen’in family so much that they’re too scared to come within a mile of you two!’ Is the bit you leave out.

You also leave out that you and Satoru are looking at legally adopting them - that’s for another, happier time.

He sticks his little pinkie finger out and locks it with yours, sniffling a tiny bit more and rubbing his face (snot and all) onto your koala print top, but you couldn’t care less when you can feel the shaking start to settle.

“We can stay with you guys forever, ‘Miki too? Even though she has no magic stuff like me and you guys because the Zen’in said that she wasn’t worth keeping and -” He asks.

“Megumi - we don’t want you two because of what you can or can’t do - we love you guys as Megumi and Tsumiki, nothing else. Even if neither of you could do any of that stuff, you’re stuck with us, okay? Satoru and I have enough magic to keep us all safe - the whole family, okay?” You hate the Zen’in family for even planting that fear in his little brain.

“I love you too.” He says as his tears dry and you wipe his little face. This is only the second time he’s said it to you both, once was a few weeks ago when you and Satoru put him to sleep and both whispered “love you!” into his softly lit room and he whispered “love you guys too.”

You both sobbed that night - you’re both only 21 - can’t be doing that bad of a job with them if he says it back, can you?

“You’re such a brave boy. If you get more yucky dreams again, you come get me or Satoru, okay?” You plonk a kiss on his spiky hair.

“Just you. Not Satoru.” He looks down, fiddling with your necklace.

“Why not, sweetie?”

“I - don’t want him to know.”

“About the nightmares?”

He nods.

“He - he’s the strongest. I don’t want him to think I’m not brave or strong.” He says, words that shouldn’t even compute that way in his head.

“Absolutely not - baby, who told you that being scared makes you not brave or strong?” You tilt his little head up.

“My dad.”

“Well your dad’s dumb then. You can only be really brave if you’re scared. Being scared and fighting anyway is the bravest thing a person can do, I promise. Think about it this way - who’s the bravest and strongest person you know?” You ask as he giggles at you saying Toji’s dumb (you’ve plenty of other names too for that man.)

“You and Satoru.” He says with such resolve your heart melts, you expected him to say Satoru, so being included felt good.

“Satoru and I both get nightmares too, I had one last week, Satoru a few nights ago. It doesn’t mean you’re not brave or strong - it just means you need a little extra love, that’s all.” You nod at him, and you seem the surprise in his eyes at the revelation that the strongest and bravest people he knows get nightmares too, shattering the words Toji had planted into smithereens. How could nightmares mean you’re not those things if you guys had them? You had to know, because you and Aunty Koko were the smartest people in the world. Maybe Ijichi too.

He’s quiet for a minute.

“So if I have a bad dream - I can come get you or Satoru?” He asks.

“You can get more or him for anything at all, honey, not just bad dreams. We’re always here for you, and nothing will change our minds about how much we love you, or how brave and strong and smart and kind you are - ‘Kay?” He nods into your chest at this.

He settles down, small fingers still fiddling with your pendant.

“C’mon, do you wanna come stay with us in our room tonight?” You say.

He thinks for a second.

Then nods, and yawns.

So you lift him onto your hip, ensuring he has his frog and his water bottle and carry him down the hall into your room. Satoru’s still splayed across the bed like he’s determined to use every single centimetre of his long ass body to claim territory.

You point at the drool on his face and Megumi giggles, hearing Satoru order dessert in his sleep.

You lay him down between you both, and crawl in under the covers as he settles in - the movement stirring Satoru, who’s eyes open and he looks in confusion.

“Princess whatcha doin’ up? S’late. Wait - what you doin’ here kid?” He slurs, lifting himself onto his side to face you both.

Megumi looks at you and you smile, tucking him into the bed with you both.

“‘Gumi had a bad dream, ‘toru - so he’s going to stay with us tonight, a little extra love - yeah?” You say, petting both your boys hair. ‘A little extra love’ was what you had said to Satoru when you found him awake after a nightmare back in first year of high school. He smiled at that, eyes dropping back closed as he ruffled Megumi’s hair.

“Bad dream are the worst, aren’t they kiddo? I hate ‘em. If any bad guys come near you I’ll blast them into space, ‘kay? You just shout for me in your dream and let me deal with ‘em.” Satoru mumbles, sleep quickly taking him again, as he shuffles in closer to the middle and you both wrap an arm around the little boy who is snuggling in to return to sleep.

“Promise?” Megumi asks, poking Satoru’s nose.

“Pinky promise.” Satoru replies, lips quirked but eyes shut.

Megumi smiles softly to himself, and hugs his frog and shuts his eyes.

You let out a yawn, eyes closing heavy.

“Goodnight boys, I love you both.”

“Night Y/N. Luh’ you too.” Megumi mumbles, hair splayed almost identically to Satoru’s.

“Night night, Princess. Love ya’ always, you too kiddo.”

No more nightmares that night, just four sleeping soundly in a quiet cottage.

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #family formations extras #family formations au #family formations drabbles

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belovedyandere · 1 year

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yandere soldier reacting to a doctor darling confessing their love to him

cw. fluff, implied stalking, yandere themes

you promised yourself you wouldn’t grow attach to him, or to any man in fact. the battle grounds was no place to have your heads in the cloud, daydreaming silly dalliances with anyone, especially a soldier. but you couldn’t help yourself. his soft eyes staring down at you, his gentle touches to comfort you when overwhelmed, his kind words that weren’t much but enough to get you through the day.

you bit your nails for weeks over this. what should you do? what can you do? denying your feelings did nothing yet make you want for more, and avoiding was no help, not when he somehow appeared beside you almost every time. you tried to reason with yourself, make scenarios that placed in him a bad light so you could convince yourself he wasn’t the one. but that made it so much worse, because even through each scenario, you realised you still wanted him. and that led you here, to his tent, fiddling your fingers and staring to the floor as though your head weighed too heavy to meet his eyes. you somehow mustered the courage to confess, and through your stutters and incessant rambling, you spoke your truth. and now laid a silence so sickening it made you nauseous. he was always a quiet fellow, you never particularly minded, until now.

yet you were unaware of his inner conflict - what was really going on in your soldier's head. how he had to brace himself to keep from falling to his knees while his arms wrapped around your legs like a beggar and mumbling every phrase he wished he had previously said out loud to you. his stillness, which was appreciated on the battlefield but regarded as unusual in normal society, was one of his defining characteristics. so you were surprised when he suddenly confessed to you. not only from how much he spoke, but also from his want to be with you. but nothing could have prepared you for the moment his arms encircled your waist, his eyes carefully peering at you while he waited for you to push away him while still leaning in to kiss your plush lips he had imagined for so long. to feel your arms wrap around his neck, leaning deeper into his kiss, he had never been happier to have had signed up for death in this war. but he had never knew desire like this, even as he heard men approaching the tent, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. he silently begged for them to turn around and leave, he wanted you to be with him just a little longer, as though he was your lover pleading to death to keep you by him for a few more years.

but the chatters amongst the men had reached your ears, bringing you to reality. softly you pushed him away, but not without whispering a time and place for him to find you.

#yandere soldier #soldier #soldier yandere #belovedyandere oc #yandere #gender neutral reader #fluff

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plan-3-tmars · 7 months

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Dogs Vs Cats and Social Expectations

Alright yeah I’ve stooped this low. His answer here is just really interesting to me because of well idk maybe the fact his T2 song is called CAT? So I’m throwing this out here.

this is like kind of a joke. kind of a character reading. 100% a mess - with that established let’s get into it!

Q: Do you like animals?

A: Well to an average extent. I had a dog back in my parent’s place.

What do you think of when you hear the word dog? If you said an active, most likely well-loved animal then we’re on the same page. It’s the typical dog lover stereotype and even if you didn’t and said something like high-energy, I bet they were still positive adjectives, right? Now what about cats? Were the adjectives more like grumpy, lazy, introverted? More negative descriptions? Well there’s actually a psychological reason behind this.

Dogs are, typically, more well loved then cats if they don’t act like cats and that’s for one main reason: psychological ownership. It’s the feeling of something being yours and is strongly associated with emotional attachment, so we care more about things that we feel belong to us. This feeling generally comes from having control over something, when you’ve invested time or money in something or if you know something very well.

So how does this tie into dogs being more favourable then cats? Well control of course. It’s easier to control a dog then it is to control a cat, that’s simply a fact. Dogs being easily impressionable makes it seem more like you “own” them, as they probably wouldn’t fair as well by themselves as a cat might.

Now how does this tie into Kazui? Oh well I’m glad you asked!!! Kazui’s parents tick all of the ways the feeling of psychological ownership can manifest in dogs.

Some of the answers to Kazui’s questions in this interrogation make it seem like his parents, specifically his father, are very controlling. Answers like “It seems like my father was also wishing I’d “be a strong man”” and “it seems like he wanted me to become a policeman as well”, there’s a theme of control here. They’ve also obviously invested money into raising him, but also from the answer “I got into a Sport Science University by recommendations”, he’s clearly smart so they’ve invested in his education too. And they’re his parents, they’ve gotta know their son well.

Yet Kazui’s T2 song is titled ‘Cat.’ And he asks to “be loved as a cat.” Cats … who are often not as well liked in society unless they are a breed that acts similarly to dogs, the norm fan favourite, then it’s scientifically proven that those cats garner more love. Doesn’t that sound familiar? Like a certain someone lying for the sake of true love, not because they actually felt it, but for them to be more normal? More like what’s expected of them in society?

#I did go insane a bit thanks for asking #the link imbedded at the start is the expierment I used for my research. it’s rlly interesting I’d check it out #milgram #kazui mukuhara #thank you becoming the lastnames by will wood for being there as i wrote this #(that song is so kazui it’s insane)#alright bye bye hope this makes sense :3

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cameronspecial · 8 months

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Secrets In Tangled (Part 1)

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Reader

Warnings: Running Away.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Being the daughter of Penelope Fittes isn't all that it is cracked up to be. She really wishes her mother would let her leave the manor.

A/N: Taglist is open for this story.

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Most children with talent in England would love to be the child of a Fittes. The prestige that comes with just mentioning one works for Fittes is bountiful, so being related to one would multiply that by a hundred. But Y/N Fittes knew better than most. The role of Peneolpe’s daughter is not one that played out for her how most people expected. Y/N is a secret meant to be hidden away from the world. It is done out of the guise of protecting her from the harm people would want to inflict on her because of her last name, but who would want a talentless child? No matter how much she begged her mother, Y/N wasn’t allowed to go to the outside world, which meant she turned to her academics and sports to impress her mother to let her go.

The only handful of people who knew of her existence are tutors, coaches and doctors. All adults. She learnt a wide range of subjects from a young age ranging from the history of the problem to French. She pushed herself to excel in fencing and a variety of martial arts. But no matter how well she mastered fencing against her instructor, it would not change the fact that she is powerless against a visitor. Her days have become pretty mundane and routine. She knows she is privileged. She has a safe place to live, food, and every physical object she could want. If she asked for an elephant, it would appear the next day in a newly built habitat. She would have the space on the spacious property of the manor she lives in just outside of London. But she still couldn’t help but wonder when her life would begin.

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Y/N is currently practicing her fencing techniques on one of the state of the arts dummy her mother had created for her. Y/N’s back is turned to the door, so the only way she knew her mother had arrived is by the opening of the gym door. She lowers her rapier, turning toward the woman. “Hello, my dear. How are your lessons coming along?” her mother inquires, approaching her daughter to give her a kiss on the forehead. Y/N moves gently away from Penelope, “They are going well. I got a hundred on all of my exams, Sir Rupert has said that my glazad is improving. And all my martial coaches have confirmed that I am on track to moving up a degree. So can I please go into London now?”

“No, dear. You know why I don’t want people to know you exist. They will hurt you to get to me. I can’t allow that to happen. How about you take up photography instead? Yes, I think that is a brilliant idea. I’ll get you a photography instructor.”

“I don’t want to do photography. I want to be around people my own age. I want to go to school. I want to know how it feels to be in a crowded restaurant that is too noise. I just feel so lonely here by myself.”

“Then we’ll get you a cat. You can give it whatever name you want. What kind do you want?”

“Mother, please. The only thing I want is to be able to go into society like any normal teenage girl.”

“Well, that is not happening. So get over it. I am ending this conversation, now. I will come back when you finally see some sense in what I am offering.”

With that, Penelope Fittes storms away from her daughter, leaving her to wonder if she will ever truly get to live.

——

She knows her decision is reckless, but she needed to do it for her own sanity. She is eighteen and has never talked to anyone her own age. Packing her things is difficult, she isn’t sure exactly what she will need because of the fact that she’s only really seen London in the tabloids or on tv. She doesn’t have much money, just what she is able to pickpocket from the various people allowed into the house. So she packs that into the bag along with her favourite clothes, toiletries, a few knick-knacks and her journal that has all of her childhood photos. Once the bag is ready, she uses her knowledge to disarm the alarm system on her bedroom window and then exits using it. She stands on the roof of the wrap-around porch and dangles herself from it to safely get down. She really hopes she had correctly turned off the security cameras or else she would not have much time.

She takes her bike out of the garage and heads to the hedge at the edge of the property. This had been a part of her plan for a while now, so she had slowly worked on making an opening in the bushes. It is big enough for her and her bike without any struggle. She makes it through and is now off of the property. Using the map, Y/N makes her way to the train station. The money she stole is just enough to pay for the train ticket and a sandwich, which she eats on the journey to her destination. A few hours later, she has reached her destination and is now in the bustling streets of London. She didn’t exactly think her whole plan through seeing as she has no place to stay tonight. She really did think her money would be enough for more, but since she was wrong, she decides to explore the city.

The long line outside of the coffee shops attracts her attention immediately. She waits in line to enter and immediately realizes she can’t get anything when she is at the till, so she embarrassingly makes her way toward the door. The big lettering of a poster on the corkboard causes her to pause to examine it. It is a want ad for an assistant at a place called Lockwood & Co. It felt as though fate is helping her out. She pulls out her map to try to figure out how to find the address.

——

To her surprise, 35 Portland Row is a residential house and not an agency building. It does not stop her from knocking on the door. The door opens with a breeze and behind it is just about the most beautiful boy she has ever seen. Although, he is the only boy she has ever seen in real life. He stands taller than her and his beautiful cheeky smirk could not hide the tiredness in his eyes that is amplified by his eye bag. It doesn’t deter her from thinking he is handsome. His hair is perfectly gelled and he is wearing a suit that is just shy of being the right size with beat-up trainers. “Can I help you?” his melodic voice snaps her out of her observations. She has never talked to anyone her age before and she feels a little shy, “Umm, hi. I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’d… uh… like to apply for the assistant position.” She decides to use her father’s last name just to be safe. “Ahh, brilliant. Well, I’m Lockwood and I’ll be your interviewer,” the handsome boy leaves the doorway, leading her toward the front room.

He motions her towards the couch, sitting in the armchair across from it. “So do you have any experience as an assistant to an agency?” he questions.

“Uh, no. But I am very organized and have good time-management skills. I’m also very good at doing research so I can help with that too.”

“Okay, that’s good. It’s not a requirement, but do you have a talent.”

“No, I don’t.”

“And since you haven’t handed me a resume, I’m going to assume you don’t have any.”

“I do not. But I promise that if you hire me, I will be the best assistant you have ever had. I will work my hardest to satisfy you.”

“Okay, I believe you. You’re hired.”

Honestly, Y/N is shocked. She knew the job interview was a long shot without any experience or resume, but that went faster than she thought it would. Lockwood isn’t entirely sure he should be hiring this beautiful girl, who came in out of nowhere without any of the formal work documents. But when has he ever done anything conventionally? Plus, he recognizes the look of need in her eyes. It reminds him of someone else he once let in even though she didn’t really have her level four certificate. Lockwood stands up from his chair and motions for her to follow, “Come on. Let’s go meet the others.”

Y/N follows him into a cozy kitchen with a short-haired girl drawing on the inked-filled tablecloth and a curly hair boy reading a newspaper. “Y/N, this is our resident listener, Lucy Carlyle and our resident researcher, George Karim. You guys, meet our newest member, Y/N Y/L/N,” Lockwood introduces. Y/N gives a shy smile and waves to the others. Before this morning, she had never been in the same room as another teen and now she is in one with three. George looks up at her in disinterest, “You can only take one biscuit at a time and you have to wait your turn to get your biscuit.” Y/N nods her head at the random rule thrust upon her but understands the logic behind it. “Wouldn’t it just be easy to count the cookies and then divide that amongst you guys?” she poses.

“No… Okay, maybe. But we didn’t think about that. So that’s our rule.”

The group awkwardly stares at each other. Y/N doesn’t really know how to continue a conversation when it isn’t about her academics, martial arts, or arguing with her mother. Lucy can sense the uncomfortableness Y/N is drowning in, so she decides to rescue her. Just like Lockwood, Lucy can sense the need Y/N has to find a home and decides to take her under her wing, “How about I take you on a tour?” Y/N nods and goes after Lucy, who is starting her tour.

——

Lucy shows her all around the house, including a very cool training system, which Y/N will probably be found at late at night. The final stop of the tour is Lucy’s attic room. The room is decorated in polaroids and peppered with cassettes. It feels like a home. “And this is going to be our room,” Lucy announces, turning around towards the shocked girl.

“How did you know?”

“I can recognize a fellow runaway. It’s okay, we won’t pry into your past. But we can share this room. You can borrow any of my clothes and we’ll get you your own bed this weekend. Is that okay?”

“It is more than okay. Thank you so much!”

Y/N wraps Lucy in a big hug as thanks. She can’t explain it, but she feels safe with this small trio of friends she just met. This day has gone by so fast and she just hopes she got away with her great escape.

#secrets in tangled #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood oneshot #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood imagine #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #lockwood netflix #lockwood #lockwood x reader #lockwood x you #lockwood x y/n

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samble-moved · 1 year

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(Some of the) Many Lies of Kyubey

Madoka Magica as a whole doesn't always give full detail of a character's life or back story, but one of the more mysterious characters is the antagonist of the story, Kyubey. A supposedly "emotionless and wholly logical" alien who sees humans as disposable, Kyubey is shown time and time again to not only act irrationally and emotionally, contrary to what he and his species supposedly believe in above all else, but to openly lie and manipulate the main cast and other magical girls throughout the series.

Some Kyubey supporters claim he isn't "evil", just entirely unable to understand or feel emotion, thus being so logical that he is cold and uncaring. He thinks only in numbers, nothing else. But not only is he truly antagonistic, he does, in fact, repeatedly show he is perfectly capable of emotions and irrational behaviors. He just lies about them.

I) Kyubey's Emotions

Despite the claim that Kyubey (or Incubators as a species) think of emotion itself as a "mental disorder", or flat out don't experience them, Kyubey tends to show genuine emotion repeatedly. Obviously, some of this is faked for manipulation and blending in with human society/morals and to form connections, but not all of it.

For instance. This goes along with Kyubey being illogical as well, but Kyubey tells Madoka she has enough potential to become a God. But then, when she actually makes her wish (with becoming a goddess/concept as a side effect of said wish), Kyubey gasps and seems genuinely shocked and surprised, if not almost nervous or scared, about this. The transcript for it actually describes the emotion he's expressing as "dismay".

While "fear" can be argued to be not always an emotion (I guess — as you could argue it's more a part of a survival instinct or fight-or-flight in some cases), "dismay" and shock/surprise in this way are.

Kyubey also shows:

Fear (at the end of Rebellion, potentially during Madoka's wish)

Surprise (Madoka's wish, during Rebellion during the LoC secretary reveal parts/when they're breaking out of the labyrinth)

Confusion (Homura's existence as an "abnormality", Homura rewriting the universe, regarding human morals)

Loneliness, if you trust Puella Magi Wiki's article here as a source ("Strangely, Kyubey 'wanted' to talk to Juubey [fake/man-made Incubator]. He wanted to talk to another of his kind, even if it was man-made")

Worry/Anxiety (the whole "we must prevent the heat death of the universe" thing, when in reality that event is billions to trillions of years away — not urgent or soon)

II) Incubators are Irrational - Heat Death and Motivations

For a species and creature who claims to only act with pure, total logic, Incubators actually seem prone to irrationality and overreaction at times. This is shown, firstly, with their main motivation for contacting with girls in the first place — collecting energy to prevent/beat back the heat death of the universe.

Entropy and universe heat death are things that exist in real life. However, these things won't happen for...

Well, the amount of time the universe has before it potentially happens can't even be written out normally.

[Please note that I am a layman, not a scientist, so please don't attack me for not 100% grasping this information.]

On Wikipedia, the amount of time before hypothetical universe heat death is written as "around 1.7×10^106 years", and that's just with the "Big Chill/Big Freeze" hypothesis, the one I believe PMMM uses, and the one (as far as I can tell) is the most probable. The "Big Rip" theory suggests 22 billion years before false vacuum decay. The "Big Crunch" hypothesis guesses at 100 billion years, though this one seems less probable than the former ones.

This means that Kyubey, and Incubators as a whole, make contracts and have caused the horrific, unnecessary deaths of millions of little girls, all because they are worried about something that won't happen for a time so distant and far from now it can't even be properly written out in full.

How is that logical or rational? How is that not considered a major, major overreaction to a species that prioritizes intellect and lack of emotion?

I won't say wanting to survive/live is an emotion or illogical, as almost all creatures have survival instincts and will instinctively fight to live, regardless if they want to or if it's even possible. But being worried over hypothetical heat death in billions and trillions of years from now isn't rational.

If you want to argue that heat death is so far away in PMMM from all the energy Incubators have made from contracting, you're ignoring the canon where Kyubey implies they still don't have enough energy to combat it. That's why they're after Madoka, and still making contracts. Heat death of the universe is so far away that the number of years until it maybe happens can't even be written out, but the Incubators apparently don't think "trillions of years in the future, if not more" isn't distant enough to not be a constant, immediate concern. The fact that they're still contracting and seeking out magical girl candidates to get more energy despite this implies irrational fears, not something that makes sense, like if the heat death was happening a year/decade/century from the present. Billions and millions of years from happening, but Incubators treat it as a constant worry and concern, and believe killing children and ripping out their souls is a rational way to maybe push the date back even further.

III) Incubators are Irrational 2

Despite claiming to be emotionless and only relying on reason to act/think, and claiming to be hyper intelligent an from a very advanced society way beyond humanity's capabilities, Kyubey sure has shown an ability to...not always do those things. He actually has moments of being pretty blisteringly unintelligent.

In Episode 8, he flat out tells Madoka that she has enough magical girl potential to become a God, and easily surpass him in power/influence. He tells her that basically reversing a magical girl contract, something that Kyubey himself can't do, would be "just child's play" to her, and tells her she could theoretically wish to become an "all powerful God".

Except...how is telling Madoka this demonstrating reason?

Madoka doesn't like the magical girl system, which is created and continued by Incubators and magical girl contracts. Knowing this, Kyubey then openly tells Madoka that she can easily overpower him, his system, and become an actual Capital G God.

Telling someone who's against you exactly how they can defy you, alter everything your species has ever worked for, and even easily outmatch you with zero effort...isn't a great strategy.

You can argue that Kyubey didn't expect Madoka to actually do this, but he himself planted the idea in her mind — and, in my opinion, it's highly likely Madoka may have never made her final wish if Kyubey never made this suggestion. After all, we see no evidence she's made a wish like this before. He put it in her head that becoming a God is possible for her. Easy for her, potential wise, even. He said that outright defying his system with her potential is child's play to her.

It's the same thing as walking up to your worst enemy, handing them a gun, then helpfully telling them where exactly to shoot to kill. Then being shocked and surprised when they pull the trigger.

IV) Blatently Lying

AKA "Kyubey doesn't lie", but then openly and obviously lies.

Some people say Kyubey never lies, he just gives half truths. Kyubey himself claims lying is incomprehensible to his species, even. But, uh, that's not true. He lies about not understanding lying. He lies in canon. Repeatedly.

Sayaka asks Kyubey if Witches are different from magical girls. We know that magical girls, basically, are witches. Or, at least, witches yet-to-be. But Kyubey lies and doesn't answer yes to the question, to avoid telling the truth. His explanation is only technically true, but he doesn't actually answer truthfully with regards to "magical girls = witches?" question. He dodges it.

It's claimed he can't coerse girls to contract, but is shown canonically to basically back them into corners, let them fall into life-or-death situations to all but force a contract, and rush girls to contract.

Kyubey also claims he can't suggest wishes, but then suggests wishes to Madoka, as seen in Part III.

Kyubey blatently lies, not denying that bringing a magical girl back from being a witch is impossible, though he knows it is. He answers without actually giving solid answers here. I'm also pretty sure in the final script that the final line is actually "nobody's ever tried it before", and if that's correct, it's even worse — as I can't imagine that not a single magical girl, over millions of years of history, never tried or attempted it. And even if you want to claim him not knowing if it's possible isn't a lie, he's lying to Kyoko about not being able to advise her. He just doesn't want to, because Kyoko trying her plan means she dies, and he gets another obstacle out of the way. A logical, truthful bit of advice he could give here would be "I highly doubt it's possible to do". But he doesn't say this.

Kyubey, the whole of the anime, is constantly and consistently shown manipulating and lying to the girls. But then the next minute claims to not even understand the concept of deceitfulness.

V) Final Word

As Katy @silvermoon424 said, Kyubey is like a "facts over feelings" guy run amok. He claims to be an emotionless creature running solely on rationality and logic, utterly incapable of deceit, but then proves he's lying about all of that. He emotes, he is irrational, he manipulates and lies and all but disproves everything he and his species claim to be with both words and actions.

Sorry that this post is a bit disjointed and rambly. It is based off another similar essay I never wrote/finished, but is also a bit based on this post by Katy that I also suggest people read, as it reminded me of this idea I never wrote out.

#pmmm #madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #madomagi #kyubey #essays #meta #// will finish alt text later

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When I was a child I thought "Psychologists/psychiatrists are for crazy people" and "doctors are for sick people". Now I wish my reductive worldview was actually true. Because the truth is that doctors largely only know how to treat healthy people, with "normal" problems and "normal people" conditions. If doctors can't immediately throw some medicine, treatment, diagnosis, or whatever the fuck, that will fix a person's problems, they simply give up on them. They're not curious, they're not kind. "– You again?" They say as they roll their eyes. They hate that they have to do their jobs. They hate the chronically ill. They hate those with conditions they don't understand. They feel embarrassed at their own incompetence, but instead of working on improving themselves, they take the easy way out. They say, "your issue must be that you're just crazy. Go see the crazy people doctor!", so that is not their problem anymore. It's the patients fault for supposedly "imagining" their pain.

Not that anything would get solved if it WAS a psychological issue or something, because as I said, mental health professionals (and what an ironic term) are much better at treating healthy people. Those with complex trauma, with stigmatized mental disorders, with problems stemmed from systemic bigotry; who can't be reassured by a few nice words, or a to do list, or a "change of mindset"? Those who can't be easily "fixed"? Doctors hate them. They hate them because they'll never work to make the world a better place, to make society more equal. Instead, a lot of them work on making outcasts "normal". Less of a "burden" to this cruel society. They hurt them. Are more detrimental than helpful. It's so disheartening to see.

#ableism #cw ableist language #sanism

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silent-raven13 · 9 months

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It's Over 2

(Part 1)

Warning: Mention of sexual acts, and harsh use of language. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Read at your risk! Also this is a break up story! Angst! Heartbreak!

Miles had calm down as he walks back and forth while his friends were having lunch with him in Miguel's office. The older Spiderman eats an empanada with one hand, and the other he would type on his holo-graphic key broads. That man never takes a break longer than five minutes, he always have to work.

"Miles, it's okay." Gwen chews his food, "Come here and sit with us. Hobie is dumb, he doesn't know what he wants."

"Yeah!" Pav chews his food while talking, "He's probably upset about the break up."

"They're right, Morales. He said those things out of spite." Miguel's voice ring Miles' ears, feeling those red eyes on him.

Miles stopped his pacing, "I... It's just- God, I thought I was over with him, but what he said really hurt me." He wraps his arms around himself trying to feel secure, he didn't want to ry again. It's humiliating enough that everyone in Spider Society got to witness their stupid fight. He turns to look up Miguel on the platform, "What he said about you wasn't right? You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry."

The twenty one year old didn't expect his ex-boyfriend to be like this. What a way to ruin his day! When things went so well, Hobie had to start by bringing up Miguel and him. Ugh, it's getting to frustrating, he wished he slapped his ex's across the face and tell him to shut up.

Gwen went over to hug her friend, "Miles, it'll be okay. Maybe Pav's right. He's probably saying that because he's mad about the break up." She slowly brought Miles over to sit where her and Pav were, "Come on, eat. Don't starve yourself."

"She's right, Morales. What's done is done. Right now, you have to focus on yourself." Miguel said with his eyes on the Spider-man, he could tell he's hurting.

"You guys are right. Hobie only said that because he's mad." Miles softly said, "But I will not forgive him for it." He'll be damn to be easy on his ex next time they see each other. Hell, he would probably ignore that fucking punker for being a dickhead.

"Honestly, Hobie is just being so dramatic. It's weird how he's saying you and Miguel are thing like everyone knows you two are just teacher and student." Pav said out loud.

Gwen noticed the way Miles' tensed up a bit by the slight mention of him and Miguel, she wasn't sure if it meant he didn't like the accusations or something more. Blue eyes noticed a slight warm tint on her best friend's cheek. What's this, now?

Pav on the other hand noticed the way Miguel avoided the conversation, the way his body awkwardly shifts to work on his massive control panels. His red eyes would glance over at Miles then on the screen.

Normally, when there's a nasty rumor or outrageous gossip, the old Spider-man quickly shuts it down. He will be the first one to bark, and threaten to never bring up the rumor again. So hearing these kinds of rumors, any Spider-hero would think Miguel would have strong opinions against it. What's going on, Mr. O'Hara?

Miles shove an empanada in his mouth before saying anything, "It is." He finally said. "He's just mad that I found out about him and Miles 42... that asshole." This brought back Gwen's and Pav's attention, forgetting about the way Miles and Miguel were acting before, both of their eyes widen like they were about to pop out of their skulls.

"MMhhmm!" Pav mumbles as he had food in his mouth giving a big nod.

"How did you find that out?" Gwen asked.

Miles sighs, "His Uncle Aaron, and I would noticed Hobie's stuff would be left around Miles 42's place. That jerk didn't keep it hidden, huh?"

Miles and Miles 42 had a rather odd relationship, they were sort of friends. Miles 42 never really like to say they were friends, because he's much cold guy, who prefers to vibe and chill. So the two would often hang out, and chill from time to time. Miles would see him as a acquaintance, because they don't have anything much in common.

When they do share something they like such as music or training together, they like to bond over it. Now, Miles 42 always kept it real for Miles, unless he asked him. That one always a quiet fellow, rarely talks like the chatterbox Miles 1610 does.

"I asked 42, too. He said yeah." Miles sighs, "I mean, I should get mad at him too, right?"

"You should. You guys are friends! Who does that?" Pav asked out loud being upset, "It's like I go kissed Gayatri's best friend and said whoops!"

"But me and 42 aren't friends, we just hang out from time to time." Miles tries to find an excuse not to be mad at his alternative self.

"Did he- did he sleep around with Hobie when you two were together?" Gwen saw the sad look on Miles' face.

He bites his bottom lip scared to answered, the tears started to cover his vision. "I didn't ask... I was too scared too. I know, Hobie had cheated on me, but not most of our relationship. I couldn't take it when I found out through one of his bandmates, so asking Miles 42 was a big no for me." He felt Gwen's hands rubbing his back trying to comfort him.

"Dude, it's okay if you don't want to see Hobie anymore. We can find a way to hang out, and do missions together." She hated that Hobie broke her best friend's heart.

Pav agreed, "Yeah, we done it before. I'm sure, Mr. O'Hara can find ways for all us to work separately."

"I already have," Miguel mutters loud enough for them to hear.

"Wow, that's so fast!" The Indian Spider-man shouted being surprised. Well, he is Miguel O'Hara, a workaholic perfectionist Spider-man.

"See."

"Yeah, you're right. I just need to heal and focus on myself." Then Miles winced at his sides causing Miguel to be alert by his sudden movement. The twenty one Black Latino hunch to the side with his hand on his side.

"Miles, are you okay?" Pav asked.

Miguel quickly stopped working to jump down from his platform, "Morales, what's wrong?" he asked sounding concerned.

Miles grunts a bit, "I'm fine! Eh, I think the malfunction from the suit is starting to affect me." He got up to stretch his sides.

"No, siéntate. No estreses tu cuerpo, Miles." Miguel said to the young man, he placed his hand on his narrow shoulders making him sit on his rolling chair. "Coño! No esperaba que el traje te hiciera daño."

Miles sighs trying to hold the pain, "Maybe it wasn't correctly design for me. You did took Araña's body instead of mine."

"That's right, maybe I need to have Lyla scan your body for the update." Miguel looks too upset with himself to allow Miles to take the suit. "I should've let Araña wore it."

"Hey, no fair! I won the bet! Now, we know there's something to be improved!" Miles chuckles, "Besides, I'm fine. It just aches."

"Where's my suit! I would be happy to take a prototype! I've been here longer!" Gwen asked out loud.

"Oh me too! I want one that will take in my natural waistline!" Pav chipped in.

Miguel could only sighs out loud by the two young Spider-heroes. Miles laughs with an amusement look on his face, being a bit chipper than a few minutes ago. The older Latino could only let out a small smile at him.

After Gwen and Pav finishing their lunch, they began cleaning up their mess. "Oh my god, I got a History report to go for my stupid class." Gwen fake weeps about her college classes.

"Same! But with Anthropology!" Pav said to her, he throw his stuff in the trash can, "I don't even know what to write and need to catch up my reading!"

"What about you, Miles? You got homework?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah, just some Statistic problems, twenty questions. I finished most of my work last night." Miles said to them, "Hey, I'ma stay here for a bit longer. Miguel needs to check the damages on this suit."

"Oh sure. Hope nothing is too bad." Pav said, "Send pictures on the damages! I can ask my Aunt Maya for remedies!"

"Yeah, man. Hope you get home safety and," Gwen hugs Miles one more time, "Hey, forget about Hobie. You deserve better."

"Thanks, Gwen." Miles nodded. He saw his two friends leaving back to their home world by opening a portal in Miguel's office.

Just like that, it was just Miles and Miguel in the room. "Lyla, put a the anti-portal barrier in my office." He pushes a button to have the front door locked on his watch. This helps keep any unwanted guest to disrupt the two.

Miles chuckles turning to Miguel, "Really, Miguel?"

"You want people to look to you naked?" Miguel asked being amused.

"No, it's just funny." Miles saw the way Miguel came up to him being so large, looming over him. He can never get over how tall the leader of Spider Society is, and how small he feels.

Miguel's serious expression finally softens with a slight frown on his face, his large hand caress Miles' cheek, "Estás bien, mi cariño? I know, your hurting?"

"I'm fine, Miguelito." Miles finally said giving a soft smiles, "I got you." He finally hugs Miguel tightly, "I've been wanting to do this all day, heh."

"I know, mi amor." Miguel's muscular arms wrapped around the young Spider-man, "Do you think they noticed?"

"God, I hope not! I mean, we're not... really a thing, yet." Miles lifts his head up to meet soft red ruby eyes, something he comes to love.

After the break up, Miguel was one of the first person to check on him. Weird, huh? Well, the older man hated how things were played out on Miles' break up with Hobie, and decided to offer some sort of help. He saw the way Miles became so depress, so broken, it bothered him. Not just bothered, it got him far too upset at the punker. Miles is a good person, and treating someone like that made Miguel's blood boiled.

It brought back awful memories of what he did with his own brother, and he didn't think anything bad at his youth. Now seeing Miles' so heart broken, he could understand what his brother went through. So, he wanted to be there for the young man.

Miles was glad that Miguel been kind to him through the whole thing. They didn't expect to like each other, it wasn't in their bingo card for the year. They wanted to be friends, student and mentor with no love interest. The more they spend time together, the more they started having certain common things about being Spider-man, or Latino foods they grew up with, pretty much a lot of stuff.

Until, the two kissed one time being alone talking about something involving Pan Dulces, and they happened to lock eyes and kissed. To their surprised they pulled away, Miguel apologize first.

Then Miles deny it and blame it on him for being too greedy, and didn't want Miguel to be a rebound. After all, he's still dealing with his break up with Hobie. The two agreed to wait it out until Miles is ready to date, again. Miguel is a patient man.

Still the two like to call each other endearment nicknames, show certain signs of love like holding hands or hugs. Small kisses on the cheek or pecks on the lips. Maybe a little more if they are feeling daring that day.

Miguel took Miles hand to kiss his knuckles, his fangs gently graze the soft prototype fabric, "Not yet." He agreed.

"I'm still upset how he said those things to you." Miles sighs, "I never want you to be involved. It's not like we were a thing after our break up. We just started two months ago." He loves the way Miguel shows his love through touch, it gets his heart beating.

"No me importa. He lidiado con su mierda antes." Miguel places his hands on Miles' arms, "All I care about is you. You didn't deserve any of it."

"I'm glad you're here for me. It means a lot." He smiles at him.

"Me too. I get to see that beautiful smile you have." Miguel's thumb rub against Miles' lips before planting a small kiss. Just a small peck, innocent enough to keep their boundaries.

"You... You wanna see my bruises?" Miles finally asked being a bit shy.

"Sí, I need to know if you're okay. I hate that I allow you to get hurt with this prototype." He said, as he pushes a button to release the nanotech armor over the spandex fabric from Miles' body. The nanotech armor is to help protect a Spider-hero's body or stabilize any of their special abilities.

The suit stays on Miles showing it's much more breathable, flexible fabric, "The armor is light, but..." Miles began as he unzips the spandex-like fabric, Miguel's hand slowly slip into the opening just to feeling Miles' chest, then took off the top part.

Miles feeling flustered having his chest exposed for his new love to see, he focused on the bruises on his sides, "See. Right here, and here." His own hands tug a bit of his skin to show the purple dark marks around his sides, "When I absorb some energy, the suit somehow couldn't respond to it and shock me back."

Miguel's warm hand gently touch the dark bruises, feeling Miles' warm skin, the young Spider-man grown to had a bit more muscle on his body. "Does it hurt a lot, Miles?"

"No, just aches."

"We should take you to med-bay."

"No, I'm fine." Miles laughs it off, "It'll heal a couple of days." He winced when Miguel's hand pressed gently.

"I hate seeing you hurt. I'm taking you to med-bay."

"Okay, Miguelito." There's no arguing with him, Miles knows Miguel worries for him.

The large Spider-man sat on his rolling chair to have a closer look on Miles' bruises, "I need to make sure this suit needs to have the proper tech. Maybe I wasn't calculating the amount of energy, you can handle." He sighs being upset with himself, "Lo siento, mi vida." His face buries into Miles' lower stomach as his large arms wrapped around his waist.

"It's fine, bae. Don't be hard on yourself," The young man's hands rub his crush's head feeling the soft hair and gel through his fingers. "That's why it's a prototype."

Miguel gently rubs his bruises feeling his body winced, "I know." He softly said as he place a kiss on the bruised. Miles blushes feeling Miguel's warm lips planting kisses on his sides.

"Miguel..." Miles softly felt his voice shake.

"Did it make it better?" He pulled away to look up a flustered Miles, his red eyes fixated on his breathing.

"Yes. It feels good."

"Good," Miguel did it again, his lips touch such soft skin. His nose breathing in Miles' scent as he kept giving soft pecks, the only sound of his lips kissing was made in the room.

Miles could only let out a moan, "Miguel..."

"Fuck! Ahh! UGH! Shit-shit-shit!" Miles 42 moans out loud after Hobie gave a few powerful thrusts into him with no warning or thoughts of slowing down. The twenty-one year old had to place his hand behind him to prevent his lover from give another powerful pound. He already came twice, this second got his asshole gaping against Hobie's dick.

"Shit, man! Ahhh!" He moans again, feeling the tall punker on his back finally cumming in him. "Shhhiiitt, papi." A nickname Miles 42 like to use on Hobie, whenever they spend the time together.

Hobie merely groans into Miles 42's shoulder, breathing heavily into his beautiful brown skin. "Fuck, mate. You good?" Noticing Miles 42's legs shaking and his face buried in to the pillow.

"Shut the fuck up and get off me asshole!" He finally shouted being so embarrassed, "Fuck, you cum in my ass!"

"Pfft, what you wanted on your arse?" Hobie pulls out his cock hearing Miles 42 soft mewl, something almost similar to his Miles. He chuckles lowly at the way he glares at him.

"Fuck you!" Miles 42 throws a pillow at him, "I didn't expect you to cum my ass twice."

"Heh, I had a shitty day." Hobie quickly lay beside him taking a joint from the night stand along his lighter, he took a couple of hits before passing it to Miles 42. "Ahh, I needed that." His hungover was bothering him.

Miles 42 took the joint to smoke, his naked body out as he lay on the bed, "So, what happen?"

"Nothing." Hobie stares up the ceiling feeling his high.

"You just said you feel like shit."

"And? Since when you care?"

"I don't, but you coming in here crying to me all drunk it's fucking annoying." He wanted a clear answer than Hobie's drunk mumbles.

"Is it, darling?" Hobie asked with a grin on his face noticing that bashful look Miles 42 did. A bit different compare to his Miles. "Heh, alright. My ex is fucking with our leader."

"For real? Damn, didn't know he had it in him. Miles 1610 always seems to shy to do anything about anything. Maybe that's why he took forever to confront you." Receiving a glare from the punker, Miles rolled his eyes, "I'm just saying, fuck. Chill. You already fucked me."

"Yet, Miles told me, he knew about me and you."

"He asked me. I'm always honest, man." Miles 42 blow smoke into Hobie's face, "You know, I don't lie to him."

"Did he know about us before?" The punker asked already having a feeling Miles 1610 knows.

"Nah, but he knows. I can tell." Miles 42 handed the joint to the punker, "I'm surprised he didn't kick my ass. I would. I would've lay my shit out if I was him."

"Because he already gave up on me. Ughhh," Hobie's head bend down with his hands on it getting upset with himself, "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"Do you have to ask?" Miles 42 snorted, as he sat up to take the joint back from the punker, "Pfft, you either want him back or not! By the sound of it, ya'll over, over."

"Fuck, your a cruel wanker, you know that?"

"I know, papi." He took a hold on Hobie's face forcing him to open his mouth, then blew smoke into his mouth, "Now, you either fuck me and cum in my ass, again or fucking leave."

Hobie inhaled the smoke before tackling Miles 42 into a deep kiss as he got on top of him. Just one more time wouldn't hurt.

(Hehehe, I know some of ya'll gonna be mad-mad. It's okay if you do.🫣😂 We are all rooting for Punkflower, but damn Hobie is fucking up. I might need to put this in a separate section on Archive our Own instead of Punkflower. 🤔)

#angst #heartbreak #punkflower #?#miles morales #hobie brown #across the spider verse #spider verse

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So apologies if I missed a post regarding this, but what your thoughts on the canon LOV regarding “found family?” Especially in the newer chapters, I’ve seen meta writers different pov’s of how they are a found family, or that they were never one (I think you may know some of them lol.) I know you do many head canons of them being one which I absolutely love reading. The way I see it is in a sense they could be one, but obviously not a healthy one in a way you would see one normally act. With today’s chapter on Toga’s “love” for the LOV, I’ve seen opinions of how that solidified their disconnect, but they also say they cared for each other in the first place. Which I agree, but in a way I find they do have some form of “care” for each other, but since they are all so mentally unstable right now, they can’t really help each other out since they need someone to help themselves first, hence the kids they are paralleled to (if that makes sense?) But I feel it doesn’t take away the fact that they are friends in a way. I would love to see the LOV at the end of the manga be together again, but build a healthy friendship together and truly start to understand each other, because it is Toga’s turmoil right now in this new chapter even though she does care for them. I guess looking back at what I wrote it isn’t a “found family” perspective I’m viewing, but just friends that are to broken to see each other until they are healed. But anyway, what are your thoughts on the topic and new chapter?

I'm currently not in the best condition to be riding this meta, since my right hand is broken and the cast doesn't allow me to properly cry like I wish I could. I'll try to do my best with the voice to text function of my phone board, so please forgive me for whatever crazy mistakes or misspells I'm about to make.

First of all, I think the complications come from what every person believes is the definition of a "found family".

For me the trope doesn't have to be pure or be innocent, you know? A found family is not the "healthiest" version of a family. What it means for me, it's a group of people you decide to stick with because you feel you belong with them. You feel better with them, you decide to take their side for wherever reason instead of your biological family or whatever. In turn, those people's welcome you in. They give you a place among them, they treat you like you're one of them and they value you.

I don't know when along the line people decide found families were only for heroes and "stable" people characteres? And honestly doesn't make sense. Found families started with the weirdos, the outcasts, the ones who didn't belong or felt like rejected by society. It was for the ones who were deemed dangerous, even. For me it is more a villain/anti-heroes trope on its roots.

Important addition: having a found family doesn't erase the importance of the biological family. It's not a game of one or the other, okay?

So, what that being said, let me deep dive in the complex dynamic of the League of Villains and why they are my favorite bnha group <3

There are different levels of affection.

That's a fact.

Among the big kinds, there's romantic affection, platonic affection for your close friends, familial affection, etc. There are the little specifics, like the affection you may have for your pets or for your belongings, or for your favorite movies or foods, that affection you may have for your teachers or for your neighbors... I think you get me.

Toga's struggle comes from not knowing the difference between the affections she feels. She doesn understand the variations in her dinamics with different numbers of the League of Villains and even with different heroes. Of course you can argue that she grew up with her biological family and with her classmate and friends— so she must know, right? I will say no, because her love is (in her mind) tied with her quick. We know she pretty much repressed her quick for all her childhood and for half of her teenage years, until she ran away.

She knows when she's not feeling affection but does she understand that not all her love is the same?

This chapter tell us that she wants to feel as strongly with Tomura and Dabi as she fell with Twice. She was hoping for it, she was upset when she couldn't use the quirks, she's crying because of that. There's definitely affection there. Even when the member's of the LoV weren't mentally stable or good relationships of any type, there's manga evidence that they care for each other. The went out of their way to do stuff for each other that wasn't really justified even if they tried to lie about their intentions.

I've said before that Spinner is the best example, but he's far from being the only one.

The manga paralleled Overhaul and Tomura in the way they treated their subordinates. Overhaul did not care, they were sacrifices to be made for him to achieve his goal. Tomura took it personal, as the League did. Compress and Tomura reacted immediately after Magne died, not just in their defense, something Tomura confirmed when he told Overhaul Magne lost wasn't the equivalent of one of Overhaul's dead men, she was worth so much more. Toga threatened Tomura when she thought he'd treat them like Overhaul treated his people. Jin and Toga want to take revenge on Magne's behalf and corrected Overhaul when he misgendered Magne on purpose or because he really didn't care. Tomura and Compress cut both his arms for it. Every member of the LoV helped ruin Overhaul.

That's just one arc —not even the arc that solely focus on their dynamic, I must mention.

I want you to think about how many mangas create a whole arc to explore the dynamic of the group of villains. An arc just for them, because the heroes has nothing to do with the arc!

My Villain Academia aims to get the readers and watchers to be more invested, more emotionally involved in the dynamic of this group of villains. Direct parallel to class 1A and Deku, to the plus ultra value, to the origin story explanation of the MCs. Twice overcame his greatest trauma to save Toga. Toga was fighting following Tomurq's values and that's the arc that made a Spinner is so close emotionally tomorrow. That arc was strategically made to give greater impact to all that'd later happen in the War Arc: Twice's death, Toga's despair, Mr. Compress sacrifice, Dabi's big reveal, Spinner desperation to save Tomura and Tomura losing control of his own body.

I can continue listing every single evidence that Horikoshi wrote the League of Villains to be a very fucked up found family, but I prefer to invite everyone reading this to re-read the manga and try to see for themselves.

So there's affection between the members of the League? There is, canonically. It's not a take, the manga says it itself. Is it enough to make of them a found family? Following my definition, it is.

Most members were rejected/isolated by society. They decided to join the League, they decided to stay with them, they sacrificed themselves to save their teammates... So listen carefully: the League was a pit of Insanity, but the only member who actively purposely tried to harm his partners was Dabi. Threats were a common thing, yes, but only one person went as far as to use the League and let one of them died and state he didn't consider himself as part of the whole .

Dabi is a tricky case, since he felt affection but he wouldn't let it get in the way of his revenge or his very suicidal, self-destoying fantasy-plan where he gets to punish his father and at some extent himself to death. Seriously, with how similar is his case to Sasuke from Naruto, I'm not surprised the fandom found a way to misinterpreted his whole character. That's another post, tho.

Like I say, we know the League wanted to be with each other, respected each other in their own way, were willing to protect and cheer and listen to each other... They had alternatives they could— no, would have taken if they wanted to.

It's NOT healthy, they were all making it worse. They actively made each other worse. A fact.

They ruined each other.

And I want people to finally get that love can destroy. Genuine love has no morals, it is not a person taking decisions, it doesn't subscribe to your belief system or culture, it has no agenda of its own. Affection, as a sublevel of love, is just the same. You'd do anything for the people you love and I'd do anything for the people I love and we could kill each other, start a war, whatever, all because we held our love higher than others' love.

Back to square one: Toga's affection and quirk.

Twice was genuinely gentle. It was easy for him to feel affection, to consider someone a friend. That was his downfall with Hawks, both loyal to the end to a group of friends or a cause.

That's not Toga's case. She's emotional, she's selective, she doesn't know how to connect with others after so many years repressing herself. She's desperate to become someone else in the sense she's desperate to connect.

As much as Dabi and Tomura connected with Toga, they weren't that close, were they? Their traumas couldn't allow it. Like you said, they were incapable of moving forward, getting closer. On the other hand, Toga's relationships with Ochako and Twice felt personal.

Twice got past the only thing holding him back, cementeing his friendship with Toga MVA. They were absolute best friends, no doubt.

During the War Arc, Toga and Ochako held a conversation that changed them both forever, a leap in their character progression. But even in the MVA arc, Toga's absolute desperation and desire to more like Ochako drove her to achieve a new quirk level.

The League is Toga's found family. Look back at the War Arc and how they worried about her. Look at how Tomura has treated her through the manga, at Dabi cheering her up and burning her old house. That's more than anyone ever did for her, as fucked up as it is. They care about her.

However, they've reach their limit.

There's no much they can improve in their current state. There's not getting closer, not evolving in their dynamic. In the villain path, the only thing left to do is die for each other.

Enter the heroes and redemption, in the sense they all need to heal if they want to ever continue their relationship.

Now, I believe Tsuyu's theory is roughly explained. "Not enough love" could be simply "not enough intimacy / not as personal as it could be". As a demiaro-demiace, I personally hate when people express love differences in terms of more/less. I don't believe in best friends, don't believe that romantic involvement means "being more than friends", etc. It's stupid for me.

I'm not looking forward to the discourse this will generate. The LoV dynamic is my favorite 'cause it's messy and complex and has many layers and grey areas. I don't enjoy when people erase those facts so it'd match their opinions.

Still, I hope this answers your post? This took me way to long to write with one hand and the voice to text function. Sending you all my love and thanks for sending me this!!!!

#shan's asks #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #league of villains #lov #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #toga himiko #shan's meta #shan's bnha meta #shan's mha meta

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Do you think Hanako-kun had a good reason to kill Tsukasa? Or was it out of sheer selfishness? In my opinion I think Tsukasa must have hurt someone at the festival and maybe Hanako-kun considered him dangerous. It's easy to see him hurt someone if it's to try to make a wish come true, especially if the person he has trying to make the wish come true is Hanako-kun, surely Tsukasa wouldn't mind making sacrifices for him. That's my theory right now I'd like to hear yours

Thinking in terms of "good reason to kill" is Minamoto cop reasoning.

I think he killed him out of love, attachment. In a twisted way, maybe he was protecting his little brother.

you're suggesting a situation in which Amane was a sort of cop who decided Tsukasa was too dangerous to exist… As far as we've seen, Amane did the opposite; refused to tattle on Tsukasa, and swore to forgive everything. He had opportunities to report what was happening, and, out of love and loyalty, he refused.

Tsukasa already appears to have been hurting Amane. Imagining Tsukasa hurting a random, no-name NPC only diminishes the intimacy of their story. It would turn Amane into some sort of Minamoto, concerned with society and being a hero. What happened between the Yugi was personal. It was between them. This is why nobody could intervene, or stop it. If someone else was hurt, more parents would become involved, the school, etc. If it's only Amane, and their parents are perhaps neglectful, then it can be kept secret.

You're also misunderstanding the timeline; the festival we are seeing flashbacks of, now is in the Yugi's first year of middle school, when they are 12. The murder-suicide will not happen for almost another year from the festival.

The Yugi do not live long enough to see the next school festival, as they die when they are 13, some time shortly after July 22nd, just before Summer vacation. Amane does not kill Tsukasa at any time close to the school festival.

We don't have any evidence the living Tsukasa could or would hurt anyone, other than the strong possibility of hurting Amane. His classmates seem to regard him normally, at age 12.

Amane himself does not feel he had a "good reason" to kill Tsukasa, and doesn't feel there is such a thing as a "good reason to kill somebody".

A lot of the western fandom believes in murder-as-justified-punishment-for-a-crime, and the death penalty, but that's a very American view of things. I do not think it is relevant to Amane's feelings. It's also not at all relevant to any of the themeing of this manga.

I think Amane killed Tsukasa out of some kind of passion, love, devotion, perhaps a desire for control in a chaotic situation. In a way, it could be possessive and selfish, or it could have been complicated, compromised, an attempt at something noble, protective ... whatever the case, Amane himself doesn't seem to remember it as a noble act. Perhaps Amane knows his own motivations weren't so pure, or, perhaps he can't entirely understand what his feelings were, at the time. I often just try to propose something like Tsukasa trying to kill himself, Amane getting upset/distressed as his loyalty (enduring being hurt) is rewarded only with the threat of abandonment, and killed Tsukasa as a way of demanding they stay together. Something like that, for me, would explain why Tsukasa now seems so pleased/reassured of his place in Amane's heart, why he loved the shinjuu, while Amane feels ashamed and unstable. Perhaps it sent a message of being loved, to Tsukasa, despite everything.

I think I'll stop replying to these kinds of 'theories' now ... … I am not interested in having to read other's theories about Tsukasa being dangerous; I'd just look at twitter or something, if I wanted that. I already know most people think of Tsukasa as dangerous and deserving to die, a wild chimpanzee who hurts people left and right, Amane's personal criminal to shoot. I do not think even Amane sees it that way. I do not think he ever has, or ever will. I think people thinking that way, is part of why Amane doesn't ever want to share a moment of his precious history with Tsukasa, to anyone else, in the story.

#avvy's JSHK

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The Handmaid’s Tale

Thoughts on 505 and 506

Even before Gilead June had doubts and insecurities about her relationship with Luke which I think is completely normal, but what has always been interesting to me is that the flashbacks that weren’t her idealized memories of her family, were about the red flags of her relationship with Luke. How they met, June’s guilt over the infidelity, Moira and Holly’s warnings and his reactions to when Gilead started taking over. Season 4 was even more brutal in terms of showing how out of touch he unfortunately was and even with these “changes” in Season 5 I still see the same issues being portrayed.

When I watched episode 505 this particular scene came to mind. In the bowling alley when Luke starts singing there’s a look of doubt and sadness that reminded me of the look she had in episode 207 after she walks in on Luke screaming into Annie’s voicemail. June looks back at Jayden and that’s when we see her expression. It’s kind of hard not to associate Jayden to Nick. I would love to think she’s probably thinking about the fact that she’s in love with Nick and maybe she was, but the show loves to make it seem like June doesn’t think about him (which I believe it’s impossible) but in this particular case I think it has more to do with Hannah. June has always felt that Luke’s love is conditioned to her ability to be a mother and we have seen that portrayed in the show. The fact that she couldn’t save Hannah and bring her back to Luke weighs heavily on her. The whole dancing sequence and the way it was shot seemed idealized like the flashbacks she used to have of Luke and Hannah. It felt like a dream or like the title of the episode, a fairytale. Even though by the end of the scene there is a connection between Luke and June I keep feeling that connection is in a way centered on guilt than in the love she had before. Ironically by the end of the episode they end up once again separated in the woods.

Then in the next episode, we see these 2 characters physically together (like the title of the episode) but it felt like they were more apart than ever. I think the cages symbolize the striking contrast of having them together but separated by those huge cages. There’s just so much space around them yet they’re trapped with each other - by who they are now and how much they’ve changed. Luke is now seeing and feeling a small part of what June went through and June is in complete control, disassociating to her survival self. She’s not worried about herself, she’s worried about him.

I'm sorry. Sorry. I just... it's just when I... When I think of you in places like this, by yourself, I just wish... I wish I could've been the kinda guy that could've come and got ya. And I know how that sounds, I just... I just wish I could've been with you through that.

You were with me. You were.

In this interaction Luke is clearly and obviously panicking. He’s frustrated because he knows once again there’s nothing he can do. His inability to save and protect June is once again out in the open. So he gets mad. He says I’m sorry I’m being such a man about it. This comment made me think that I’ve always seen Luke as written to be a subtle misogynistic character product of being raised in a patriarchal society. And just like in our society some people see it some people don’t. We expect Luke to be prepared (at least somewhat) but he clearly isn’t. Then we see June and everything she’s gone through and it’s painful and frustrating to watch her babysitting someone who doesn’t seem to at least acknowledge that this has to be triggering for her. I’m not saying he isn’t worried about her, he obviously is but it’s more about how he feels in that moment. Obviously June doesn’t show it and that makes him feel even more inadequate.

The second thing he says is how he wished he could be that guy. It’s a constant guilt Luke has had to live with and 2 episodes ago Serena pointed it out bluntly. This is what gets him mad at Serena not the things Serena’s done to June but the things he couldn’t/didn’t do. There’s no way that in between the lines who both of them are thinking about is Nick. June knows the risks and the things he did for her and Luke recently got more confirmation that Nick took care of her in ways he couldn’t. I don’t want to be unfair so I will point out that there were times Nick had to literally stand by knowing June was being abused and he couldn’t do anything; but he did sacrifice himself for her safety and paid for it as well. She also did say on the tape that Nick helped her to survive. June’s expression when she tells him that he was with her is interesting. It gave me the impression she really didn’t mean what she was saying and he didn’t believe her either.

You listen to me, okay? Okay. Okay. Last time when we were apart... No matter what happened, I never gave up hope. And you never gave up hope, because we knew... we just knew... that we would find each other again. So, we're just gonna do that again. Right? I love you. I love you. And we are gonna do that again. Do you understand? Yeah, we're... we're gonna stay alive. That's right.

This is one of my least favorite lines of the whole series. (Both dislikes in the whole series for me are in this season and it’s simply because it seems like a change of narrative and storyline). I had issues with it because it makes no sense with what I have been shown in terms of June and her longing for Luke, which is basically non existent. Every scene of her thinking back to him was always conditioned to Hannah.

In Episode 105 she says why does it feel like I’m cheating on Luke? This was the first time she went to Nick’s apartment ordered by Serena. It was something she had no choice in the matter like all the other ceremonies before and she didn’t think of those as cheating on Luke. She also still believed he was dead. I took it as she wanted and was attracted to Nick which we saw since their first interaction. The flashback to Luke in this episode shows the first time they were together and the awkwardness between them since they were being unfaithful and it contrasts to the second time June goes to Nick willingly. She says she felt invincible the same way Luke had described the way she looked in her in the picture when he met her at the food truck. Luke told her he looked invincible, Nick made her feel it.

In Episode 307 she sees Luke with Nicole at the protest on the TV. She longs for him in a way and says she wishes she could be held and told her name, things we know Nick who just had left for the front did for her many times before and she kept doing even after she knew Luke was alive. But let’s take Nick out of the equation. She saw him, she longs for him; yet that flashback is to the night they made Hannah. This is also when she sends him the tape where she says she’s embarrassed, because she knows she’s being unfaithful just like Luke had done with Annie; and where she says Nicole was made out of love and that it was Nick who helped her to survive.

In Episode 405 she reminisced about their first time again while Janine and Steven are having sex. It isn’t an intimate setting, they’re in the middle of a war front. She believes that what Janine is doing is wrong so I have no idea why she thought back to that.

In Episode 406 which is called Vows interestingly enough, we get the flashback where Moira says that Luke left Annie because she couldn’t conceive. We then see June talking to Luke about their and his vows with Annie asking what if she can’t give him kids, if she disappoints him or isn’t who he thought she’d be. Which is interesting given the context that she comes back a completely different person and without Hannah. She even says it to Moira on the boat. She didn’t want to come back to him without Hannah and you can see how worthless she feels when she tells him I’m sorry it’s just me.

She also says she never gave up hope and well she did many times and after season 3 she was suicidal, and in season 4 she tells Aunt Lydia to kill her.

After her first escape, what happened with Omar, her pregnancy and Nick’s marriage she was extremely hopeless. June has always had the will to fight and has drawn strength not only from Nick but from her friends. After planning Angel’s Flight she had nothing left to lose and her plan wasn’t to escape. Luke even questioned her decision to stay making it about him not realizing June stayed behind for Hannah. In season 4 she runs back to Nick while she was scared of going back to Luke. Nick didn’t save June, she saved herself but he tried to help and his love helped her survive. That has been a constant for 4 seasons. We see her struggling to connect and it’s not until 409 that we see a semblance of peace and safety when she sees Nick. I know it was also a struggle for Luke to connect with her but I think it’s because unfortunately he expected her to simply go back to who she was and she doesn’t feel safe enough to open herself to him. He expects her to be someone she isn’t.

I can understand the moment they’re in, about to die but the lines could’ve been entirely different and still been accurate to the storyline. I don’t doubt June loves Luke, but she’s not in love with him and we can see it clearly even in this intent to reconnect. Even Luke doesn’t seem to buy it. That conversation made me think of the way she spoke to Hannah in 210 when she’s giving her hope so that she can go back to her other parents. As much as they seem to be trying to change the direction of the storyline it makes no sense and in between those lines I can still see the remnants of the same issues I saw in past seasons.

#this was long as fuck #sorry #had to get it out of my system #the handmaid's tale #june osborne #gilead #nick blaine #osblaine #the handmaids tale season 5 #luke bankole

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@timeguardians continued from xo

The soft, powder blue of his eyes search her own for some kind of indication that she really wishes to never see him again. There seems to be a fairly steadfast hold on her, keeping her just out of reach, which attracts a rage deep within. It shows through the piercing shade of his eyes, as they grow more sharp, more vibrant with frustration.

Inwardly, he retreats for a moment, weighing his options because he doesn't wish to force her hand, much as he might have fallen completely and irrationally in love with her, in the short time they had known one another. Jack lifts his gaze to meet hers in a last bid to change her mind. Her remains silent, but the expression upon his face is every emotion and every heartache that he has ever experienced in his life.

He doesn't want them to end up in the same position that he had witnessed many a folk stumble into throughout their lives. The differences between them both seemed to sway her thoughts and feelings far too easily and the fact alone that she allowed it to be that way, to not fight against the current of what society deemed normal, made him feel insignificant and in a way, secondary to whatever else she had going on.

Jack knew her conflict ate away at her even in the best of times and right now he was able to see it clear as day upon her face, though she tried desperately to hide it deep within the shadows of her heart. No matter what he had done up until this point, she was still reluctant to simply take his hand and leave her world behind.

He isn't going to leave this alone, no matter the rejection he may feel with every hurt word that passes over her lips; he knows that is the sole reason for her denial. There's something very familiar about how she handles unccomfortable situations like this. It takes him no time at all to realise she is speaking to him with a wounded heart and it eats away at him with every second that goes by.

" No, " he simply tells her, eyes boring into her own once more as his grip remains to hold her jaw in place, so her own eyes cannot leave his own even as she sends a look elsewhere in the room. She's fighting her demons as they stand there and he would be a fool to walk away now as he's far too involved. " You're not shutting me out, Rose. I won't let you, " he adds, his own jaw tensing as he says this.

He steps a little closer, somewhat crowding her personal space but finding that he very much does not care for formalities anymore. His heart has been swept away by both her ethereal beauty and the conversations they had shared. She was a lot wiser, a lot stronger, than she would ever believe, but he wanted to spend the rest of his days making sure she knew this about herself, no matter what it took.

Right now, he could see the torment of several fires burning, conflict engaging all of her senses as she resembled someone completely damaged. He wanted to be a beacon for her, calling her back to shore and providing the strength she needed.

" I'm never going to let you go, Rose, " he says, closing the space between them if only a little, not quite cracking through the barrier she had put up, but close enough to her now that she couldn't possibly deny him his devotion.

#timeguardians #dawson responds #ooc / i am SCREECHING #ooc / i have always loved your rose so much #ooc / this is everything to me

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Jason takes a drag of his cigarette as he senses someone approach. The scent of a familiar alpha mixes with the smoke, and some of the tension seeps out of him as Damian leans against the balcony railings next to him.

“Didn’t know you were coming to this thing,” Jason says. “Bruce said you wouldn’t be coming home from college until next week.”

“I wouldn’t miss Richard’s birthday. Even the stupid formal affair that father insisted on hosting tonight.”

Jason stubs out his cigarette and gives the alpha a smile. Damian is so tall now. He’s towered over Dick and Tim for a while now, but it seems he now equals Jason in height.

“Is there a reason you’re out here alone?” Damian asks, even though he most likely knows exactly why Jason is out here.

“Oh, you know,” Jason laughs bitterly. “All Bruce’s friends seem to be interested in is when I’m going to settle down and mate like a good little omega.”

Stuff like this normally doesn’t bother Jason. Or at least, it never used to. He never used to give a shit about being mated or doing anything else that society expects from him. But he’s in his thirties now and he’s the only unmated omega in the pack. Bruce always tells him it doesn’t matter and Jason is free to do as he wishes, but Jason knows he is a source of embarrassment for the pack, whether they admit it or not.

And maybe Jason is just a little bit sad that he’s still alone. Dick and Tim already have their own pups, and Jason loves them, but lately he’s been thinking about how he might like some of his own. And he only has so many fertile years left.

It’s hard though. It’s not as if he fits the stereotype of a beautiful omega. The kind of omega who is desired and wanted. Like Dick or Tim.

“They’re all such bores,” Damian replies. “You’re far more interesting than them.”

“Not as interesting as Dick or Tim,” Jason says, trying to keep the bitterness from his voice.

“You are to me.”

Jason is almost taken aback at the softness in Damian’s voice.

“You’re my favorite omega in the pack,” Damian continues. “You always have been.”

“You’re kidding, right? You’re telling me Dick isn’t your favorite?”

Damian rolls his eyes. “Richard is the pack omega. My step-mother. I favor him in a different way.” He blushes a little. “I favor you the way father favors Richard.”

The kid’s getting smoother with his moves. Although he’s not really a kid anymore.

“I’ll be in Gotham for a few weeks,” Damian says softly. “Should you need an alpha for your heat.”

Real smooth.

Jason has no idea why a young alpha like Damian would take an interest in an older omega who’s getting near his sell by date and isn’t a pretty little obedient thing, but the kid seems genuine.

Jason smiles. “I’m glad you’re here, Dami.”

He lets it show in his scent; the comfort he feels from being with an alpha he trusts.

He’d only have to lean forward a few inches to kiss Damian.

But then Damian says he should get back to the party and the moment is over, and Jason’s shoulders sink.

Just before he goes though, Damian places a hand on the small of Jason’s back, rubbing gently.

“You look beautiful, Jason.”

And then he’s gone, and Jason practically melts right there on the balcony.

#damijay #alpha/omega

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Greetings and good evening! (or morning, or afternoon, whenever you read this😅) I’ve been reading your Pied Piper fanfics over and over and I must say, they are absolutely lovely! I’m glad to see that you appreciate the Pied Piper too! There isn’t enough work of him on Tumblr. So, as a fellow Pied Piper enjoyer, may I request number 13 from your prompt list, “Let’s make our own story.” , specifically with a reader who is also a bounty hunter and has been wronged by society, like the Piper? I’m so sorry for having such a specific ask, feel free to take your time or not even answer at all if your don’t want to!

Thank you!💖😁 I hope you enjoy!! I could never refuse a kind request!

Also, random thought I'm making here, but if anyone has seen Puss in Boots 2: The Last Wish...it made me think of a story in which the Pied Piper tries to get the wishing star to get his voice back.❤️

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Wronged By the World

As a fellow bounty hunter, you meet the Pied Piper on a hunt. But instead of fighting, you guys have a different outcome.

#13 “Let’s make our own story.”

Rolling up the paper, you put it in the saddlebags of your horse as you rode across a forest trail. The beating of hooves clouded your vision as you thought of the task at hand. This was the only life you have ever known since a witch cursed your parents when you were younger.

The life of bounty hunting only calls the lonely and desperate.

Your horse soon went from a canter to a trot to finally a walk. The sun was beating down on both of you, and you could tell that the time to water your horse was coming. Eventually, the sound of a river caused you to cut off trail.

As your horse was drinking, you opened a map to look at your destination. Where you were supposed to find your victim was about a day's ride out. You sighed to yourself as you folded the map.

Suddenly, a flute started playing and your horse picked up its head.

You froze in your spot, watching intensely as your horse began to move towards the sound. You didn't know why you didn't intervene, but your horse soon took off and left you on your own.

"Hey!" You shouted to no one in particular. The forest was now eerily quiet, and you glanced around here and there. Without your horse, you were basically defenseless. You growled to yourself in frustration.

Soon, the sound of someone behind you caught your attention.

Turning around, you recognized the cold blue eyes of a well-known man. He was dressed all in black, a hat on top his head complete with feather, and a flute was held ready for use in his supple hands. You narrowed your eyes at him.

"The Pied Piper...you took my horse." You stated while folding your arms. He smirked that familiar smirk and nodded.

You deflated at that. He was probably after the same person that you were, and without the gear on your horse, you were pretty much left with the clothes on your back. You were ready to surrender to him, but instead, the Piper himself deflated and sat on a rock. Disassembling his flute into its respective holders, he placed his head in his hands.

You were beyond confused.

"Are you...okay?" You asked him, and the Piper shook his head. Now you were suspicious about this. Why would he take your horse and then act like a child who just got scolded.

Slowly, you moved to sit beside him. You knew he couldn't answer you like a normal person, but you had a feeling you knew how he was feeling. Most of the time, bounty hunters were on their own, which blocked out a majority of feelings. When they encountered one another, all those feelings were brought back tenfold. And so that's how you understood how the Piper was feeling.

He was lonely.

"It's the life, isn't it?" It's hard?" You asked, mimicking his stature as well with your head in your hands. His eyes looked down towards his boots as he nodded.

"I get that...one thing after the other...the world looking at us like we're vermin." You started to voice your own feelings about how the world looks at people like you and him. You noticed the Piper started to stare at you, his eyes making you self-conscious. Eventually, he nodded in agreement, a frown on his face.

"I think you were on the same path as me." You stated and he shrugged. Obviously, it would be hard to tell from his perspective when all these thoughts were firing off in your head.

"Are you lonely too?" You asked quietly, and the Piper looked at you with a look of shock before sadness came to his face. His lips came to a thin line as he nodded.

A crazy idea came to your head.

"Would you like to come with me?" You asked him, causing him to look at you in shock. Most bounty hunters preferred to be alone, getting the job done easier. But you were sick of being alone, and he doesn't seem like the talkative type.

He started to smile a little.

“Let’s make our own story.” You said, a smile now on your face. The Piper soon matched your smile, and you guys both felt a weight lift off your shoulders. And you would probably never know that his original goal was to steal your horse and your bounty. When he saw you, he just couldn't stop all the feelings from returning. Another person on the path like him was hard to ignore.

But now, he found something much more.

Standing up, he pulled out his flute and played a tune. The sound of hoofbeats returned and you looked to see your horse running back towards you. You grinned and thanked him profusely for returning your horse. He nodded at you, a smile on his face.

You mounted your horse and helped him up behind you.

"Now," you pulled out your bounty, the face of a familiar feline with the words Dead or Alive underneath it, "let's bag this cat."

The Piper grinned before pulling out his flute, playing an adventurous tune as he sat behind you on your horse, legs swung out on one side as you encouraged your horse to a gallop.

You guys still led the lives of bounty hunters.

But you guys were leading them together.

#shrek #shrek 4 #shrek forever after #shrek pied piper #pied piper #pied piper x reader

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