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btw it is super performative if you think estrogen is cool, cis femboys are awesome, trans women are fantastic, and yet still make fun of male pregnancy, or write it off as a fictional concept. this is a thing that happens. not "well duh of course it's a real thing, you just need to try harder". it is a real thing. it really happens. i can really get pregnant, and if I do it won't be by choice because I know it will really kill me. it's not just "haha pregnant man emoji lol I'm going to get this man pregnant" you have to actually care about men who can get pregnant.

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Sunshine [3] - Downpour

AN: My loves, thank you so so much for your wonderful support and lovely comments and HCs! ❤️ You're amazing! ❤️

I hope you like this as well, and please don't forget to tell me what you think, thank you! 🥰

Thanks to @chibi-lioness for beta reading!

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader

Summary: Evening rain comes out of nowhere.

Word Count: 4540

CW: Smoking cigars, explicit language

Series Masterlist

Fine.

Maybe you did have a crush.

And maybe the said crush was taking over all your thoughts to the point that you could barely focus on anything other than him, but that was completely normal.

Just like you and your best friend analyzing every single second of your interaction with your crush was completely normal.

“He actually lifted your car?”

You nodded your head, filling both her glass and yours with wine before tucking your legs under you.

“With one hand,” you said, leaning back to the arm of the couch. “He did that with one hand.”

“And you didn’t jump his bones right then and there?”

“No but I may have rambled about going to jail if the car fell on him and also not knowing who would take care of Theo.”

“What is that even supposed to mean?” she asked with a scoff. “I’d take care of Theo. We’d come to visit you every weekend.”

“Thanks Julie.”

“I’d even sign you up for those inmate dating websites.”

You blinked a couple of times. “Uh, no thank you.”

“Hey, if you accidentally kill the ridiculously hot mutant guy—”

“Logan.”

“Yeah, Logan. If you accidentally kill him, you might as well exchange some dirty letters with someone else.”

“Can we please focus on the fact that I actually have a crush on him?”

“We absolutely can,” Julie grinned, swirling the wine in her glass. “Aw look at you! It’s cute.”

“It’s not cute!” you whined, slipping a little on the couch. “Julie, I talk absolute nonsense whenever he and I cross paths.”

“Babe, I mean it in the best way possible,” she said and motioned at your face. “I doubt any guy really listens to any word coming out of your mouth when you look like this, so you’re fine.”

“So not true,” you stated and sipped your wine. “I mean either way, it’s not like anything could happen between us so I’ll just, you know, fantasize about him and gaze at him longingly. Should be fine.”

Julie rolled her eyes at you. “Come on.”

“No seriously, because Theo—”

“Sweetheart,” she said. “You got pregnant at 18. Don’t get me wrong, I think Theo is the most perfect kid in the entire world but keep in mind that while we were all out partying, you were taking care of a baby.”

“It’s fine, I lived vicariously through you.”

“And now that you’re in your twenties and hot as fuck,” Julie said, ignoring your comment. “You don’t think it’s time to live a little?”

“It’d confuse Theo if I started dating around, especially with Logan—”

“Fine, then don’t date Logan. Just fuck his brains out.”

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because the moment I sleep with him, I will be trying to decide on the wallpaper of our future cabin in the woods,” you pointed out, getting a handful of popcorn from the bowl and she scoffed.

“I still can’t believe you want a cabin in the woods.”

“I want a cabin in the woods and I want a horse and a cat and two dogs,” you insisted. “Anyway, the point is, no strings attached is not a thing for me when it comes to a guy that hot. He lifted a car for me, Julie!”

“And you want him to lift you up and down repeatedly,” Julie said with a grin, making you throw a popcorn at her.

“I doubt I’m his type,” you said and she groaned.

“You cannot be serious.”

“No I am, because men like him go for…” you trailed off and threw your head back. “Ugh, I so want to show you his picture so that you’ll know what I’m talking about but I don’t have one!”

“I have this mental image of a very hot lumberjack in mind.”

“That would be correct,” you said before taking a sip of your wine, but then your phone started vibrating on the table and you frowned, then snatched it off the table when you saw the caller ID.

“Theo?” you answered immediately. “Are you alright?”

“Hi mommy!”

You let out a breath at the cheerful tone of his voice, then pressed a hand on your chest and checked the time on the phone.

“What are you doing up, bean?” you asked. “It’s late at night.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “What are you doing?”

“I’m with auntie Julie,” you said and Julie grinned.

“Hi Theo, I missed you sweetheart!” she called out, making Theo giggle.

“Hi auntie Julie!” he said. “Mommy, I thought about it, and I solved how I can have fish.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, a smile pulling at your lips as you shook your head.

“I’m listening, bean.”

“Okay so,” he said. “We will get two fish, and we will put them in an aquarium, but like a bowl, not a huge aquarium.”

You hummed.

“That’s where they’ll stay at the weekends when I’m there,” he said. “And then, on weekdays, I will bring them here, and put them in the lake, and that’s where they can stay within the week! They’d even make friends with other fish!”

You let out a small laugh.

“Theo, my love,” you said. “How will you catch them again if you put them in the lake?”

He paused for a moment.

“Um, I’d call them by their names,” he said. “Cheeto and Popcorn. They’d come.”

“Fish don’t do that baby,” you said softly. “How about you make friends with fish there in the lake and on the weekends they can just spend time with their own friends?”

“Yes but—” he started but then got distracted for a moment by something. “It’s my mom!”

“I know bub,” you heard Logan’s deep voice and your eyes widened. You sat up straight immediately, making Julie tilt her head in confusion. “Tell her I said hi.”

“Mommy, Mr. Logan says hi to you.”

“Uh, tell him I said hi back,” you said after a beat, hearing Theo parrot what you said as you covered the bottom part of the phone with your palm, then mouthed ‘Logan’ to Julie.

“What?!” she whispered and you cleared your throat.

“And tell him to please watch that you don’t have any sweets before bed, for his sake.”

“No!”

“Bean.”

“Ugh fine!” he said. “Mr Logan, my mom says please watch that I don’t have any sweets before bed for your sake.”

You could hear Logan’s chuckle, making you bite at your lip before he spoke.

“Can I borrow the phone for a minute Theo?”

Your jaw dropped and you motioned at the phone frantically, and Julie pulled you by the arm and made you lower the phone a little so that she could hear as well. You pressed your finger to your lips, signaling her to be silent before Theo’s excited “sure!” and there was a shuffling on the other line for a moment before Logan’s voice reached you again.

“So no chocolate before bed then?”

Julie gripped your wrist, mouthing “hot voice!” to you and you let out a giggle, trying to focus.

“Nope,” you said. “Trust me, it’s for your own good.”

You could hear Theo in the background; “I think I can have one chocolate.”

“No no,” you said, shaking your head. “He can’t.”

“Sorry bub, whatever your mom says goes.”

“Um, Logan,” you said, your mind going overdrive again. “If he’s up this late, he will turn the puppy dog eyes on for dessert, and he can be very, very insistent but sugar makes him incredibly energetic, and he will end up blowing a hole in the wall because of his powers so you can’t—”

“Relax princess,” Logan said and you could almost hear his faint smile. “It’s fine.”

Julie’s eyes widened and she fell on her back onto the couch dramatically, kicking her legs in the air while slapping the pillow and you stood up, your heart beating in your ears.

“How’s the car?” he asked and you licked your lips.

“Oh I changed my mechanic, so it’s at the new mechanic’s shop for a couple of days. My friend has been driving me to work—” Julie waved a hand from where she was lying down on the couch. “But apparently it’ll be fixed the day after tomorrow so it’s totally fine.”

“Are you being safe?”

“I am,” you said. “Are you?”

“Am I being safe?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “What with lifting cars and stuff, it can be dangerous.”

“Half a chocolate!” Theo said as if it was the brightest idea in the world. “Half—Mr. Logan, can I have the phone back please?”

You ran a hand over your face and cleared your throat.

“Sorry about that,” you said and Logan chuckled.

“Not a problem,” he said. “Good night.”

“Good night Logan,” you said, your head spinning with excitement and you heard the shuffling, then Theo took a deep breath.

“Mommy, half a chocolate!”

“Not at night,” you said. “We’ve talked about this bean. You can have chocolate tomorrow morning after breakfast, okay?”

“But—”

“Theo,” you said. “After breakfast.”

He heaved a dramatic sigh.

“I know bean,” you said softly. “You’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Mkay,” he said with a huff. “I’m going to sleep then.”

“Okay, I love you!” you said. “Call me tomorrow and be nice to your teachers, okay?”

“I will,” he said. “Love you too!”

He hung up and you let out a breath, then tossed the phone on the couch while Julie sat up.

“Oh he talks you through it!” she said, slamming the pillow on the couch. “I just know he talks you through it!”

“Julie!” you exclaimed, your cheeks burning and she let out a laugh.

“Oh please, with that voice…”

“That’s what I mean!” you said and flung yourself on the couch. “He’s…he’s so amazing and Theo adores him and he’s so good with him too and to repeat, he lifted a car for me!”

“Aw,” Julie said. “He’s gonna be such a good stepdad to Theo.”

Your jaw dropped and you shook your head.

“We’re not even thinking about that,” you said, pointing at her. “We’re keeping our expectations very, very low, okay?”

She hummed, then tilted her head.

“Do you want to check Pinterest for cabins in the woods to see which one could be your and Logan’s in the future?”

You paused for a moment, then shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah,” you said. “That sounds like keeping our expectations low, sure.”

*

Despite having drunk until midnight and consequently having a hangover in the morning, the next day went without a hitch. You’d only had a couple of rude customers, which in service industry counted as a normal day if not a good one, but because of last night you were more than ready to get home, eat a bunch of snacks and go to sleep.

Towards the end of your shift, rain started pouring and you couldn’t help the whine escaping from your lips, leaning back to the counter. You could hear your friend Stacey’s small laugh as she looked out the window, then back to you.

“It’s just summer rain love,” she said. “It’ll stop.”

“Yeah but I’ll have to walk to the subway under that rain and I don’t have a coat with me,” you pointed out. “Ugh. Great. I’ll look like a horror movie protagonist by the time I get there.”

“This is why I am a huge advocate of waterproof makeup.”

You hummed, chewing on the pen in your hand as you grabbed your phone to check the weather forecast, faintly hearing the door opening behind you.

“It says it’ll rain until���what?” you asked Stacey when you lifted your head to see her raise her brows at something by the tables area and you turned your head to look over your shoulder, your heart jumping to your throat the moment you did so.

“Logan?”

Jesus, he looked way too handsome. He gave you a small smile, running a hand through his dark hair as if he was trying to get rid of the raindrops clinging to it, then approached the counter.

“Hey.”

“H—hi!” you said, your voice going way too high-pitched all of a sudden. “Uh, welcome! It’s so nice to see you, what—what can I get you?”

“I can take his order love,” Stacey said helpfully. “Your shift is over, get home before rain gets worse.”

“No no, I can stay.”

“I’m not here to eat actually,” Logan said, making you pull back a little.

“…Is Theo okay?” you asked, your stomach dropping as the thought hit you and he nodded his head.

“Oh he’s fine don’t worry,” he quickly assured you. “He was trying to name all the fish in the lake with his friends while I was leaving. I came to take you home actually.”

You blinked a couple of times.

“You drove all the way here from the institute just to take me home?” you asked just to make sure you had heard him right and he nodded again as if it was completely normal.

“You said your car is at the mechanic’s.”

One of these days, you were going to melt into a puddle in front of him.

“You really didn’t have to,” you said. “I’d hate to be a bother, and I’m sure you have other things to do, so I can just—”

“What did we say about you being too polite?” he asked, his voice almost chiding in a teasing manner, making warmth spread from your chest to your fingertips and a smile you couldn’t stop lit up your face, making you shift your weight, way too excited to just stand there.

“Um,” you said. “Just—just wait here okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

The corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. “I won’t.”

You took a step back, and rushed to the kitchen, making the line cook turn his head.

“Hey, leaving already?”

“Yeah. Paul, where’s the pie?”

“Over there,” he said, motioning at the counter. “What’s the rush?”

You grabbed the pie to put it into the container while Stacey entered the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend, and more importantly, why didn’t you tell me he was this hot?!”

“What boyfriend?” Paul asked and Stacey motioned at the window.

“Look, right there.”

“He is not my boyfriend,” you said, your cheeks burning and Paul stole a look out the window, then let out a whistle.

“I was going to try to win you over but holy shit, that’s one hot dude.”

“And get this, he came here to drive her home.”

“He’s just being nice.”

“Car sex in the rain, got it.”

“He is my friend!”

“Oh really? So you’d be okay if I went out there and gave him my number?”

You blinked a couple of times and scoffed a laugh.

“Yeah but he…” you trailed off, desperately trying to come up with an excuse. “He has a girlfri—he’s married,” you changed your mind mid-sentence, nodding solemnly. “Yeah. He’s not wearing a ring because he is having it cleaned, and also he has—he has this condition that he can’t have sex with anyone. A disease.”

Out of the corner of your eye through the small kitchen window, you could see Logan tilting his head like a confused puppy.

“When he does, his partner’s… lower region just falls off, and it’s very gruesome, and if you haven’t heard of that condition, it’s because he’s like the only person in the world who has it, they named the disease after him,” you added. “Doctors call him a medical wonder.”

Stacey turned to Paul.

“She’s so gonna fuck him in the car.”

“She’s not gonna do that!” you exclaimed and cleared your throat, pushing the box into a plastic bag. “I’m—I’m leaving, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Theo doesn’t need a sibling yet, use protection!” Stacey teased you and you shook your head, then pushed the kitchen door and stepped out.

“Hey,” you said breathlessly, your whole face on fire and you held up the plastic bag. “The pie as promised.”

He gave you a calm smile, his eyes darting over you.

“You didn’t bring a coat?”

“Um no, but it’s fine—” you started but before you had the chance to say anything else, he had already taken his leather jacket off to put it over your shoulders.

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me,” Logan said as he opened the door for you and you stepped outside, Logan gently steering you to a truck with his hand on the small of your back, making you bite back a smile. As soon as you reached the truck and got in, you let out a breath and put the plastic bag on the back seat, then put your seatbelt on. Logan got in as well, then started the engine and began driving.

“Thank you,” you murmured. “Really.”

“No problem.”

“I could just put it in the GPS or…” you trailed off when you noticed that there was no screen or phone or phone holder in sight so you nodded to yourself. “I don’t—you know, I’m against being a prisoner to technology myself so I can totally relate, and yeah I’ll just put my phone here.”

You quickly found your home address and touched the screen, then carefully placed it on the dashboard and stole a look at him.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he said. “As long as it’s not about my condition.”

“Your condition?”

“Yeah, that disease you were talking about just now?”

Your eyes widened, your jaw dropping as embarrassment hit you, your cheeks growing hot and a whine escaped from your lips.

“You heard that?”

“Mm hm.”

You slipped a little in your seat, burying your face into your hands, the sight making him chuckle as you took a deep breath and lifted your head to look at him again.

��I can explain,” you said. “It’s just that…Stacey is—you know, she’s incredibly nice but I don’t think she’s over her last boyfriend and I was trying to spare her feelings. Wait, did you want to get her number? Because if you did—”

“No.”

A small spark of hope shot through your system.

“Oh,” you managed to say. “Okay. Um, sorry I made up a nonexistent STD about you.”

“No problem,” he said with a smirk. “But for future reference, you might want to go with the wife lie. I can’t get diseases.”

You nodded slowly. “Because of clean eating?”

“Because of the X-gene.”

You blinked a couple of times, staring at him.

“Wait, what?” you asked. “But Theo got sick multiple times after his powers showed.”

“Not for every mutant,” he said. “My body heals itself.”

“Against everything?”

“Mm hm.”

“What if we had a car crash right now?”

“I’ve been in car crashes, healed in a second.”

“What if someone attacked you with a knife?”

“Happened before, healed instantly.”

“What if someone shot you?”

“Multiple people did in multiple wars. I healed.”

You tilted your head. “I’m sorry, wars?”

“Like I said,” he said after a beat. “My body heals itself. Against injuries, and time.”

You frowned slightly, trying to make sense of what you’d just heard and as soon as the thought hit you, you gasped.

“Oh my God, Logan,” you said. “Did you know Marie Antoinette?”

“What?” he asked with a grimace, turning to look at you better. “What is it with you and Theo and France? He asked me if I knew Napoleon the other day.”

You raised your brows. “Did you?”

“No!” he said. “No, I was born in 1832.”

Holy shit, Julie was right.

You did have a thing for older men but having a crush on an almost 200-year-old man was just a little bit excessive, even for you.

A silence fell upon the car and he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “You okay there?”

“Yeah, just in disbelief,” you muttered. “Do you miss it? Back then?”

He shook his head.

“Not really,” he said. “It was terrible. Now is better, it’s just a little too...”

“Chaotic?” you asked and he scoffed, then nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “A little too chaotic.”

“I mean I wasn’t born in the 19th century but I know what you mean,” you said. “Seriously, if I could just live in a cabin in the woods with Theo and a cat, two dogs and a horse, I’d do it. I even have all their names.”

“What are the names?”

“I’m glad you asked,” you said. “The cat will be Catapult—”

“Are you seriously going to name your cat after a pun?”

“Damn right I am,” you said, counting with your fingers. “The dogs are Underdog and Overdog.”

“Jesus.”

“And the horse’s name used to be Princess Pink Sparkle Her Highness when I was six, but now I think I’m just going to name her Hi-Horse so that someone can tell me to get off my high horse one day.”

Logan looked like he was in actual pain for some reason.

“But listen, the list used to go like, a cat, a dog and a horse, and I figured like, if I get one dog, why not have two, you know?” you asked. “I couldn’t possibly leave Underdog without a friend, because as much as I love cats, they can be kind of assholes sometimes to dogs, they can’t help it, so that’s how Overdog came into being, and there were also ducks named Comma, Colon, Semicolon, and Exclamation, and their babies were going to be named Parenthesis, Dash and Hyphen but then I realized that would mean I'd need to have the cabin next to a lake, and ever since I watched that one creepy horror movie I’m terrified of lakes at night because I really don’t think we should mess with any bodies of water and—” you managed to stop yourself and cleared your throat. “Just…feel free to stop me when I do this.”

“I like it when you do it,” Logan stated without taking his eyes off the road, as if he was talking about the weather and your heart started pacing in your chest while you gawked at him.

“…People usually hate it.”

“People are idiots.”

“Someone I used to know would cover my mouth whenever I rambled too much.”

“And you didn’t break their hand?” he asked and you scoffed a laugh, then shook your head.

“Nope,” you muttered. “That sounds like a good idea though.”

“It is,” he said, reaching out to grab the cigar resting by the gear stick, and opened his window a little.

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” you said. “You smoke cigars?”

“Mm hm,” he said, patting his jeans for a lighter, then looked around the car before his hazel eyes fell on you. “I think my lighter is in the jacket pocket, would you…?”

“Oh sure!” you said and felt around the leather jacket over your shoulders, then pulled out the lighter and flicked it, the warmth caressing your hand for a moment before you held it out for him. Logan stole a look at you, his gaze stopping on your face illuminated by the flame before he leaned in to hold the tip of the cigar to the flame.

You had no idea why, but it felt strangely intimate.

“Thanks,” he murmured and you offered him a hesitant smile, flicking the cap of the lighter back before carefully placing it beside the gear stick.

“Sure,” you said, trying to snap yourself out of it. “Um, I used to smoke cigarettes. Mostly to look cool.”

“Did it work?”

“Not really,” you admitted as he stole a look at the GPS, then back at the road. “Never a cigar though, do you mind if I try it?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Corners of his mouth curled upwards. “Are you trying to look cool right now?”

“Hey, if you don’t think I’m cool after learning my future pets’ names, I don’t think a cigar is gonna help it.”

That coaxed a chuckle out of him and he held out his hand so that you could take the cigar from him. The moment your fingertips brushed against his skin, his hand twitched, a warmth spreading from your hand to your whole body. You swallowed thickly, your heartbeat getting faster and you brought the cigar to your lips with a trembling hand, then took a drag.

“Don’t inhale—” Logan started but you had already inhaled the smoke, a sharp pain stabbing you in the chest as soon as you did. Logan pulled over and through the coughs, you realized you were right in front of your apartment but you couldn’t even thank him as you pounded your chest with your fist, then took a deep breath and wiped at your eyes with one hand while handing him the cigar back with the other.

“Ugh, that’s terrible!” you whined. “You smoke that willingly?”

“You’re not supposed to inhale it.”

You made a face and wiped at your eyes again, sniffling.

“Not supposed to inhale it?” you repeated as you straightened your back to look at him better, your brows pulled together in almost a petulant manner. “What’s the point of it then?”

The calm smile that graced his lips was almost taunting and he reached out to wipe at the remnant of a tear under your eye with a knuckle, your breath catching in your throat.

“The taste, princess,” he said, his deep voice sending an excited shiver down your spine as he pulled his hand back. “The taste is the point.”

…Oh.

Oh you were so going to melt in front of him one of these days.

That wasn’t supposed to sound as suggestive as it did, you were sure of it but that did nothing to stop the fire spreading over your cheeks, making you shift a little in your spot before he nodded to the window.

“Is this your place?”

You had to force yourself to drag your eyes away from him and looked outside even if you knew where you were, then nodded fervently.

“Yeah!” you said. “Yeah that’s—that’s me.”

A silence fell upon the car and you cleared your throat, trying to snap out of the daze you were in.

“Thank you,” you said after a beat. “For…for all of this, really.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said and you looked outside again, now realizing the rain had stopped so you grabbed your phone off the dashboard, unbuckled your seatbelt and slipped the jacket off your shoulders, his unwavering gaze almost too hot on your skin.

“Good night Logan,” you said softly and opened your door to step out of the car, then made your way to the building. You climbed up the stairs, a giggle you couldn’t stop escaping from your lips as you unlocked your door, then stepped into your apartment and closed the door behind you before leaning back against it.

“Alright…” you breathed out, your heart beating in your ears. “Yeah, okay. I definitely have a crush.”

[4] - Ray of Light

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Bit of a long winded fluff/crack headcanon request: Illumi, Feitan, Chrollo, and Phinks developing the most infuriating crush on a gn! Reader who is just a lazy sopping wet dog of a person?

Reader will nap anywhere.

Will just kind of flop where ever they are when under too much emotional distress and refuse to move

Hell, sometimes they to be physically scruffed and carried/dragged to do social stuff and does the whole liquid cat thing where they go entirely slack just to be difficult. Overall reader's pretty reliable and will (begrudgingly) do just about anything the guys ask if incentivized, they're a surprising understanding and active listener, a highkey terrifying and precise combatant, and could probably be bribed to do anything from cuddle and never speak about it to horrible violations of the geneva convention for snacks and a nice nap afterward. They're incredibly easy to please and not that most/any of the guys would ever admit it but not being near them makes everything feel exponentially worse.

But they're also stubborn, incredibly low energy, and frankly seem a bit stupid on closer inspection to the point the guys are probably questioning "no- god- fuck- why???"

HXH Men with Lazy!Reader

Characters: Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor, Phinks Magcub Type: Crack, Headcanons, Gn!reader

IM NOT DEADDD

Warnings: mentions of violence, mention of pregnancy like once

Illumi Zoldyck

if you didn't have any special nen or whatever he would've killed you by now out of pure frustration

you were set up in an arranged marriage because of your status, and at first Illumi could not care but surprise surprise he caught feelings eventually

and it was upsetting.

1) he was feeling something 2) IT WAS FOR YOUR STUPID ASS

ALL YOU DO IS LAY AROUND THE MANTION AND EAT HOT CHIP

you remind him of Milluki sometimes and that just makes him even more mad

every time you guys are sent on missions together he actually has to drag you because you refuse to do any type of physical labor

if he's feeling particularly nice he'll throw you over his shoulder instead

at this point Illumi is only sent on missions with you to make sure you actually do it

because otherwise you would never be anywhere on time...

you're able to handle your opponents just fine you just...rather not

which is part of the reason Illumi gets so irritated with you

you have so much potential yet don't utilize it

at this point the only solution he can think of is knocking you up (if ur capable of getting pregnant) and hoping the kids don't come out as lazy as you...

Chrollo Lucilfer

with him being the leader of the phantom troupe aka your boss you should probably listen to him without hesitation but your ass does not gaf

he's learned how to deal with you

he keeps candy in his coat pocket just as a bribe if you don't feel like doing something he's asking of you

when he runs out you begrudgingly do what he asks anyways but not without complaints

Chrollo doesn't really mind having to physically move you places himself, considering you do most of his bidding anyways

but that's only because he likes you <3

if you were anyone else he would leave them wherever and whether they get up and follow him back to base is up to them

and because he's so lenient with you you feel bad sometimes and end up sucking it up and walking yourself

he doesn't mind your laziness as much as the others because you get your job done and could probably beat him up if you wanted to so who is he to tell you how to live your life?

he never sends you on missions alone, he needs to be there to make sure you actually do it (no he doesn't he just can't be away from you for too long)

Feitan Portor

this man is on the verge of killing you.

what the hell is the point of Chrollo keeping you around if all you do is lay around doing nothing and talk back when asked to do something??

he swears you act like a 5 year old boy sometimes

when he needs something from you he will threaten physical harm but its actually just empty threats

theres no fighting within the troupe and no matter how much he wishes he didn't, he likes you

and surprisingly, his threats are incentive enough to get you up and moving

most of the time...

other times when you refuse to move or just flop onto the floor he is grabbing you by the ankle and dragging you the rest of the way to wherever you need to go

he doesn't care if you get scratched and bruised up, if you wanted to avoid that then you should've just gotten up and walked by yourself

sometimes to get you to do things the rest of the troupe offers you things on Feitan's behalf

"Hey if you get up and beat this guy's ass with us Feitan will carry you all the way home instead of dragging you" "Like hell I will"

after seeing you in action for the first time Feitan is even more upset that you're so insufferably lazy

you are quite literally one of the most valuable troupe members but you??? never want to follow orders?????? this is literally your job

you're lucky he likes you because if you were anyone else he'd leave you where ever you decided to lay down and let you die there

Phinks Magcub

this man is going to argue with you for DAYS

at this point he feels like you refuse to do anything just because it makes him mad

hes another one who tries using incentives but he never follows through with what he promises

when you ragdoll he will begrudgingly carry you wherever you need to go

this guy battles your laziness with loud, annoying and never ending complaints

and tbh? it actually works most of the time

he gets so annoying that ur like "FINE FINE I'LL DO IT JUST SHUT UP ALREADY"

if you catch him on a good day he'll carry you/give you a piggy back ride without complaints

sometimes he uses your laziness as an excuse just to hold you <3

sry this one is so short I cant think of anything

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Notes- Blabber Mouth; Hydro Men x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: January 5th, 2025

Description: Hey I just had an adorable idea from the anime tadaima okaeri, specifically the ending of episode 3, where the main characters discovered they were going to have a second child because of their first born, so I was wondering how would the genshin impact men react to this kind of situation

Notes: CW brief mentions of fertility issues on Childe's end, accidental pregnancy in Neuvillette's This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. Reader can carry children but no pronouns are used.

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Childe

Man is overjoyed you’ve got one kid

Honestly wasn’t sure he could have them, between Abyssal contamination and the overall abuse his body has withstood

Plus his delusion

When he found out you were pregnant the first time, he actually cried

He wishes he could be with you two more often, but he has a duty to the Tsaritsa

And of course, now, to create a better world for your little one

It’s when he comes home from Fontain, all battered and bruised, that you find out you’re pregnant with your second

You join them and your kid starts talking to your belly about the story

Ajax, remembering how is own siblings did that before the birth of the next, immediately asked if you were pregnant

You jokingly scold your child for spoiling the surprise and Ajax pulls you into a big hug, crushing your child in the middle

You’re worried he’ll pull a stitch, and your child is complaining about being squished

But he’s ecstatic, he always wanted to give your kid a sibling… or twelve

One more is a good start though

Ayato

Children were always in his future, and until he met you he didn’t really care about that fact

Then you got together and he saw having children as more than just a duty

He’ll admit, having your first may have partly been due to political pressure

But he would never make you do anything you didn’t want to, he vowed that on your wedding day

Uses you and your child to get out of work, saying stuff like “you wanted me to have an heir, and now I have more duties to attend to”

It’s on one of these days where you three are at a children’s festival

Your child is looking at a bunch of toys and picks out a Sumerian made plushy from a traveling merchant

The kid comes back and presses it against your stomach, making a kissing sound

Ayato remembers how is mother told him he did something similar when she was pregnant with Ayaka

So he hugs you a little closer and kisses your temple, not one for making big scenes in public

You’re of course baffled because, really? This is how your husband finds out

When you get home he sends your little one off and asks if there’s something you’d like to tell him

Tease him a bit, saying you don’t know what he’s talking about

He’ll kneel down and kiss your stomach, thanking you for everything you do for him

Neuvillette

Doesn’t really think about having kids

You have the Melusine, and when he briefly considers having kids he quickly decides it’s a bad idea

Prepares to tell you as much if you bring it up, he’s a dragon who knows how that would work if it could at all

Well surprise surprise, it does

He’s worried all throughout your first pregnancy, but it winds up being fairly similar to a human pregnancy

You’ve always been on the same page that you’d like kids, it was really just the pregnancy that had him worried

So you two are happy with one

Neuvillette comes home from work one evening, and you greet him at the entrance with a kiss

Before he can call out to your kid, then come running in and he picks them up to kiss them on the cheek

Then they insist he kiss their sibling, and his brain stops working

He thought his senses were overacting, but no if your little one thought the same

Give his brain a second to restart, then it starts raining really hard outside

Happy tears of course, nothing could make him happier than knowing you’re about to have another little one

And this time he’ll be less panicky during the pregnancy, so he can enjoy the moments more

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You are my heaven 5 - the end (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)

It was supposed to be a little imagine of a dark and lonely Bruce Wayne switching place with another Bruce Wayne from a parallal universe, but I wrote more than I thought. And then you asked for more :)

My masterlist is here.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Warnings: no proof reading, fighting, language, violence, angst/comfort (in a way), pregnant!reader

Things went out of hand pretty quickly. Dick joined you home and saw Bruce speaking with you. He was towering over you. You seemed very uneasy.

“So you knew”

“That I was with a man who was actually in love with me and taking care of me? Yes”

“I am your husband. Is it how you are loyal to me? No, no, don’t answer. You know what, I understand. I haven’t been the best. But once he’ll be back to his world, I’ll do better. I’ll take care of this child and we’ll be happy again. Don’t you want that?”

You didn’t answer because you realised how obvious the answer was: you were in love with the other version of Bruce, not with the one you actually married. You wished for him to go away, you wanted things back like when he was gone. You didn’t even feel guilty anymore. You were allowed to be happy, your children too. Even Barbara started to enjoy the new Bruce better.

“Don’t you want that?” Bruce repeated, losing it over your lack of answer

Dick walked over and with the way the man greeted him, he knew who it was. The new Bruce was always smiling at him, always grateful to have Dick around. This Bruce was a little bit annoyed, a little bit too cold to feel happy around him. Dick wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you relaxed a little bit.

“Stay away from mom” Dick groaned

“I’m not… For fuck sake, can you all stop acting like if I was the intruder here? I belong here, this is my world, my family, my home!” Bruce was getting angry

“Then start treating us better already” Dick continued

“How fucking dare you?! Without me, you���d be nothing” Bruce started to scream

“And you how fucking dare you talking with that tone in front of a pregnant woman? A woman you said you loved too. But really you never knew anything about that, did you?”

The batfamily had always been pretty protective of you, but it was even worse now you were pregnant. And to Dick, his former father was actually a threat to the family. Because it finally felt like a family and after everything that happened, he didn’t want to lose it.

Everything happened in a blur after that. The “real” Bruce threw a punch at Dick, out of pure anger and despair at being so easily replaced. They started to fight. They had no mercy. Actually, all the anger they always felt toward each other was finally getting free and making them even more ruthless.

Alfred quickly grabbed you and guided you away from the two men, finding you a safe place to lock yourself in until everything would settle down. Alfred wasn’t too sure what to do. He had guessed something happened when his Master started to treat everyone like Alfred always wished he would. For once, he had decided to pretend to not understand. But now, to be fair, he wasn’t recognising the man he raised and he thought that maybe he was gone in this other world. Or maybe he never truly existed. He just wanted them to stop fighting, but he didn’t know how to.

You called your lover, you tried to explain to him what was going on, but you were getting close to a panic attack.

“It’s alright, my love, it’s alright. I’m on my way. Stay where you are, stay safe. This is all that matters to me. Jason will come find you so you won’t stay on your own, okay? I just need you to breathe in and out. Can you do that? For me? I know you are strong. You are amazing, my love. I just need you to trust me” he smoothly told you, trying to appease you no matter how tense he was himself getting.

But all that mattered was you. Always you.

“I… I trust you” you finally manager to whisper

“Good. Lay down and breathe, my love. I’ll be home soon”

After that, he called Kate for her to deal with the security breach while he was coming back to the manor. On his way, he also called Jason for him to protect you and help you calm down. Jason didn’t ask a question. If his father needed you to look after you, he didn’t need to know anything else.

You heard a car coming by, the front doors getting opened and then more sounds of fighting. You knew that your Bruce had started a war with your former husband. You guessed he asked Dick to leave, because he didn’t want his son to get hurt. Hopefully, Alfred was taking care of Dick now.

You started to cry.

You jumped when you heard a knock at your door. Soon enough, you opened the door to a very worried Jason who locked the door back behind him and settled on the ground by your side. He held you and rocked you, whispered words of reassurance to help you calm down. He hated to see you like that.

When he arrived at the manor, he did his best to follow the instructions he received for once, and to not intervene in the fight between the two Bruces. He was now praying to whoever divinity who might hear him to get rid of the former Bruce. He didn’t want to be in the same world as him again. You both heard the sounds of the fight and it was driving you sick with worry.

“What if he kills him?” you cried our and Jason shushed you

“He’ll be fine” he whispered

“You haven’t seen the way he was acting. He was so desperate to get his life back here, he promised me things…” you felt like you were going to throw up

“Ma, don’t worry. He may want his life back, but I can tell you that dad is actually very desperate to keep this life as well. And you’re pregnant with his baby. He’ll fight with everything he has” Jason tried to reassure you

Jason was right. The two Bruces were on equal strength, on equal intelligence and on equal despair. They both wanted and needed this good life in this world, but for that, one of them needed to be gone.

Both Bruces had thought of so many plans and different contingencies to take care of the other. They hadn’t really planned on simply fighting the other one. But despair drives everyone crazy and makes them act like animals.

You heard screams of:

“This is my home! I’ll kill you or I’ll send you back to your personal Hell!”

“This is my Heaven and you can’t get it away from me. You didn’t deserve any of this anyways. Even my wife knows it”

“She isn’t yours”

“That’s no what she said. That’s not what the children said.”

“Fuck you”

You had no idea how long it last. Forever, maybe.

“I’m going to get sick” you whispered when a terrible silence engulfed the whole manor.

Then you heard a lot of footsteps. The children arrived and were taking care of things. You jumped when Alfred knocked at the door.

“Mr Jason, Mrs Y/N, the fight is over. You can come out” he told you

Jason had to help you get up because your legs didn’t want to obey you anymore. You opened the door and Cass helped you walk to the living room with Jason. Everyone was so tense.

“How’s Dick?” you asked Stephanie who walked by

“He is fine, Duke is with him right now, to make sure he is all good” she answered and you felt a little bit better knowing that

Damian was sitting on the ground with Tim. They were both looking at the two Bruce Wayne lying on the floor. One was stabbed, the other one was tasered. They were unconscious. Damian was lost, Tim was trying to take care of the wound.

“Baraba called Leslie, Alfred is waiting for her” Cass told you before helping you sitting down on a chair

“What are we going to do?” you whispered

“We need to make a choice” Jason told you

After a little while, the whole family was in the room, looking at the two men. The choice was pretty easy to make.

Your former husband was locked up in an unbreakable room. Leslie took care of him while he was unconscious, and after that only Alfred talked with him. Damian sometimes too, but he never let his father go. Deep down, you knew that this fate was even worse than just killing him. But you couldn’t kill him; you needed to send him back to the other world, because this world didn’t have any Bruce Wayne now and who knew what the consequences could be.

When your lover woke up, he was in his bed. You were sitting next to him, holding his hand in yours.

“Welcome back, darling” you whispered

“You choose me” he understood, fully relaxing against the mattress

“We choose happiness. Whenever we’ll find out how, we’ll send him back to the other world. For the last time, hopefully”

“I’ll make sure of it” he hummed before kissing your fingers

The man you loved never had any more nightmares about the other Bruce.

And you neither.

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since it's coming up a lot in discussions nowadays thanks to the US election, here's a really good reddit post about the 4B movement's transphobic + homophobic roots.

tl;dr - any sort of "female separatism" movement needs to be interacted with critically because of its inherent want for a definition of "female." the only thing that can define a woman is herself.

for the love of trans women, lesbians, bi women, black women, brown women, gnc women, gay men, and queer people who are affected by this type of exclusivity, let's nip this shit in the bud.

radical feminism helps nobody, it only hurts.

full reddit post transcript under the cut:

The 4B movement is not what you think. Please do some research.

I know that the 4b movement has been heavily suggested recently due to the ongoings on America, but if it's something people are interested in, I heavily, heavily advise people to look into it and think about the implications, especially if you care about minorities. Trumps administration does not only effect women, and the 4b movement in South Korea is a radical feminist movement that has done harm to other movements.

To put it simply, it lacks intersectionality. 4B has three main issues within its community: 1. Rampant transphobia, 2. Homophobia, and 3. The demonisation and bullying of other women. I don't think it should come as a shock that a movement like this will become a breeding ground for transphobia - in South Korea, at protests, pamphlets have been handed out to identify and push out transgender women, even escalating to a case of many members of the 4B movement rallying to have a transgender woman stripped of her degree.

The website Womad is an online community of woman in South Korea. It uses the same upvoting system as reddit, except the upvote is replaced by a swtsika and has a very weird obsession with Htler = good takes and many young women getting into Nzism along with radical feminist. The website originated because a website banned the use of homophobic language and the outing of gay men, and many women apart of the 4B movement decided they wanted to do that, and created womad to be able to continue. It is the main site for 4B, and very akin to our 4Chan - rampant with bigotry, a hatred of transgender people, gay men, and other women. Many Korean women have been ridiculed and bullied for dating men, for being pregnant, some lesbians even targeted for "acting as men do".

I don't post this to dissuade or slander the movement. In theory I understand it and why people are wanting it to take off, and I do understand why it became so popular in South Korea, due to the horrific misogyny the women face. However, I do urge people to realise women are not the only people in danger in America at the moment. These types of movements are breeding grounds for bigotry (as proven by its current existence), and when so many other people are at risk, if you actually care for their rights as well, I hope that you atleast do some research into 4B without jumping straight into it.

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OP smutty headcanons pt. 2

Warnings: ⚠️no minors pls ⚠️

Just some fun headcanons I have for some of the OP men ☠️

OP men: Kid, Ace, Sabo

pt. 1 pt. 3

Eustass 'Captain' Kid

this motherfucker is filthy

choking kink (giving) - his favorite thing is seeing his fingers around your neck as he pushes his cock in and out of you.

he wants to hear you call him 'daddy' because you're his good little pet.

he's into voyeurism. if he's in the mood, kid's going to pin you against the nearest wall and finger you right then and there. He doesn't care whose around because who the hell will dare look his way? His favorite spot to fuck you is right on the deck on his ship, bending you over the railing - the sea a perfect view. The rest of the crew tries to avoid certain times of the day because of this...

Cream pies - he's going to fill you up, he doesn't give a fuck if you get pregnant. he kinda has a breeding kink.

he's an ass man. hands constantly on your bottom, so he does enjoy the occasional anal sex.

Generally, he can be rough during sex but he's not an animal. he'll continuously check on you to make sure you're okay. He understands no means no and if you tell him to stop, he's going to stop.

Aftercare, he's actually sweet about it. He's shy about affection and blushes whenever you kiss him. Usually after sex, he'll carry you to the washroom to clean up. He likes showering with you. Most times, you two end up cuddling in bed afterwards. He's quick to fall asleep.

Portgas D. Ace

He's not as experience as he seems and he's shy about it but who could ever deny such a handsome face?

He's a gentle lover; he hates the thought of hurting you. "Ah, god, are you okay? Is this okay?" is his mantra the first few times but eventually he gets the hang of it. He likes taking his time, slow jerks in and out of your pussy. He can go for hours if you let him.

massive cock - is anyone surprise?

'eating out pussy' king - he just wants his head permanently between your legs, please. He's been such a good boy!

praise kink (giving/receiving) - like he said, he's been a good boy! Please praise him! Tell him how good he's making you feel and how big his cock is. In turn, he's going to hold you by the chin and tell you how good your pussy feels.

he's a moaner - sucking his cock? moaning. riding him like a cowgirl? moaning. giving him a sneaky handjob when no one's watching. he has his hand over his own mouth to stop from...moaning.

he's a tits man. likes to fall asleep with his hand on at least one of your breast. if he could, he'd have a hand up your shirt 24/7. it's not even a sexual thing most times, he just finds it comforting as hell.

aftercare includes cuddling right away. both filthy? he doesn't care, he thinks its kinda romantic - bodies vulnerably nude as he holds you against him, hand on your back. In these moments, he likes to talk to you about his brothers.

Flame Emperor Sabo

he's baby boy, eager, eager, eager. all he wants to do is please you.

but he can also be dominant when he gets that urge.

spanking kink (giving): only when you ask. he likes to warm his hand a bit (fire kink??) and loves to hear your little yelps.

his favorite positions are doggy style and reverse cowgirl - something about your ass in plain view excites him. when in public his eyes are always wandering to your ass and you catch him every damn time. the boy gets beet red EVERYTIME.

he loves handjobs. in an alleyway while on a mission? yes, please. when he's looking out to sea and feels you behind him, hands slipping down in pants? god, yes! He gets stress a lot and you are always there to lend a hand....and he loves you for it.

cum kink - one time you were giving him a hand job and when he finished all over your hand, you gave it a lick. He grew hard instantly. his new found kink includes cumming on your tits and face, the latter his personal favorite - you just look so good with him on you!

he likes to use his iron pipe on you in public. most of the time he's just messing you with - likes to see your reaction when he taps the iron pipe lightly against your ass. he's a playful motherfucker but sometimes, sometimes he rubs the pipe the right away against your pussy...just sayin'.

aftercare - he's going to bring you a towel to clean up with. he's also bringing something to eat and drink, the two of you in bed talking and discussing revolutionary business while enjoying one another's company.

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Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Chapter 1, Part 3 (CEO! Sukuna x Fem! Reader, MDNI)

⬇️PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING THE STORY! ⬇️

Pairings: CEO Sukuna x Fem Reader Content/Trigger warnings: In full on the Prologue chapter Wordcount: 5.6k+

This chapter is a backstory of how Toji and Reader met. Since Toji is not necessarily a main character in this story, I don't want to focus on a lot of detail for this backstory. But it needs to be told.

Toji and Reader are in high school, Toji is a senior, and reader is a freshman. Though I don't specifically put anything into detail, since everyone is a minor, you get the basic idea. Toji is not a good guy.

Since this is part of a backstory, Sukuna isn't mentioned or appears in this chapter at all.

This is the final part of Toji and Readers "origin" story. I'll make an undetailed summary soon so these heavy themes don't need to be read in detail in order to know the full backstory for those who are uncomfortable.

Trigger/Content Warning, please read!:

⭐This chapter has extremely heavey themes and specifically mentions drugging, underage sex, rape without knowledge by multiple people, unprotected rape, filmed during sex without consent, morning after pills/abortion drugs, underage and unplanned pregnancy, miscarriage/loss of baby, domestic violence in the form of punching/slapping/shoving, forced containment, weight loss and manipulation.⭐

Trigger/Content Warning, please read!:

⭐This chapter has extremely heavey themes and specifically mentions drugging, underage sex, rape without knowledge by multiple people, unprotected rape, filmed during sex without consent, morning after pills/abortion drugs, underage and unplanned pregnancy, miscarriage/loss of baby, domestic violence in the form of punching/slapping/shoving, forced containment, weight loss and manipulation.⭐

"Oh fuck, fuu~ck!" "Hurry and shoot your load man, I want a turn." "Fuck you, asshole, I paid my fair share for this cunt."

Toji rolled his eyes to the arguing guys while he sat in the corner of the dim room, counting out the cash he got from them. He didn't even know them, but they contacted him from one of the videos exploiting his girlfriend. They were definitely older than him, maybe even late twenties, early thirties, but he didn't care. The older men usually had more money to spend for young and tight pussy.

He watched her unconcious body get jerked back and forth as the man on top of her fucked her like he was trying to win a race. This was probably the thirteenth, fourteenth? He was starting to lose count of how many different guys have paid over the past few months to fuck his girlfriend's doped up body. Lucky for him, she was dumb enough to believe his lies when she asked about forgotten memories from certain nights. She was lonely and niave, not having any close friends anymore, and her parents didn't seem to give a shit about her either.

It was good money for him, the whole endeavor. He made money from guys using her, and her parents were filthy rich as well. If he everaccidentallyforgot some money, she always handed some over like it wasn't a big deal. She was definitely one of the more gullible girls he's ever conned, and he didn't have any plans on moving on from her soon. All he had to do was pretend to give a damn about her feelings, give her kisses, pretend to listen about her problems, and she would spread her pretty legs for him.

"Hey, put a condom on." He snorted over to the second guy that was about to climb up on the bed. "Oh fuck you, kid. My fucking wife makes me wear a condom. If I'm fucking this little slut, I'm not wearing a condom. Let a guy actually feel some pussy on his dick for once." "Then pay me more for the pills I gotta give her to make sure she doesn't get pregnant, you fucking idiot." "Fine, whatever, just shut up." The guy huffed, not wasting his time to get to work. Of course he didn't last long, and Toji couldn't help but snicker when it wasn't even thirty seconds before the guy was blowing his load.

"You made me hurry up just so you could barely get your dick in her hole?" The other guy groaned while redressing. "Fuck you, fuck both of you!" The guy grumbled, yanking his pants up off the floor to get his wallet out. "Yo, put your dick away before walking over t'me." Toji groaned in disgust.

Toji laid F/N down in her bed carefully after cleaning her up. He made sure to clean up the mess of cum dripping out of her before slipping her panties back on. If she asked about it, he'd say it was just leftover from the last time they had sex. He smirked and patted her cheek, getting a pathetic and weak grunt from her. She'd probably still be out for several more hours. Hopefully he wouldn't forget to give her a pill at some point in the next couple days.

You sat in your bathroom, rocking back and forth while on the toilet. You were starting to get scared. This was the second week you've missed your period. You and Toji had a pretty active sex life, despite you not always wanting it. But you loved him, and wanted to make him happy. When he told you that he loved you one night during sex, your heart just bursted for him. After that he started buying you flowers, calling you his girlfriend, holding your hand at school and just made you feel special in all ways possible. The only downfall was how much he liked to party, and once you drank, you'd just wake up feeling like shit. He said you might have some intolerance towards alcohol, and to just deal with it.

So, thats what you did. You trusted his word, and knew he was still taking care of you through those nights. You'd wake up in his arms and once you mentionedd a headache or any ache in general, he'd be filling the tub for you with a warm bath and making you something warm to drink. The care he'd give you made the aches worth it.

If only you knew, you naive girl.

-"Well I mean, have you guys had sex without condoms?"- -"Yeah, thats the only way we've ever had sex."- -"I would definitely take a pregnancy test."- -"But, he always gives me a pill in the morning after that is supposed to stop it."- -"I wont even begin to explain how dumb that is of him, but they don't always work. Yeah they're supposed to work, but theres that rare chance that they don't work. And if you take them all the time, I'm pretty sure it can cause some problems."- You chewed on the nail of your thumb after texting your friend. If only you could actually hang out with her again and talk to her. But ever since your parents moved to Tokyo, your friends were left behind in Kyoto. Toji has been the one you've clung to, trusting his judgement with everything.

"Mom, can we talk?" you quietly asked, walking into her office. Your mother briefly glanced to you before continuing to type at her computer. "Make it quick sweetheart, I have to get on an important call here soon." You nodded in understanding while taking a seat next to her. Her and your dad have been so busy these last few months with the recent move, and they've rarely been home. They could work from home at times, but it was rare. Until they got more established, they'd be gone more often than not. "Um, I, have a boyfriend." You started, fumbling your thumbs together. She nodded to what you said, not giving much care it seemed. "Oh? That's nice. Is he nice?" "Well, yeah, but, so, we've um." She noticed your fidgeting and stopped typing for a moment, turning to face you. "What's wrong sweetheart?" "We've been together since we moved here." you start, taking a big breath and swallowing hard. "Thats okay baby." "I know, but, I think I might be-"

As soon as you tried to spit it out, you heard her phone ring. She put a finger up to you almost immediately and turned back to her desk, answering the phone with that cheery voice she always reserved for her boss and colleagues. Your eyes and soul dropped, knowing you wouldn't get any attention from her now. Once she got on a call, that was it. And you certainly couldn't talk to your dad about this.

It took a couple days to work up the nerves to go to the store and buy some pregnancy tests. Luckily your friends gave you suggestions on how to be discreet about it. And now, the moment of truth. After waiting for the few minutes for the results, you held your breath. You didn't want to look. You were fucking terrified. What would you even do?

Fucking cry. That's what you would do.

And that's exactly what you did.

Sitting with your face buried into your hands, you sobbed on the bathroom floor, the several positive pregnancy tests scattered about near your feet. What in the absolute fuck were you supposed to do? Your parents were going to kill you. They never paid much attention to you, but they were going to after this.

"Toji, I really need to talk to you." You whimpered as the two of you sat afterschool before going home. "Yeah? What's up?" He wondered, leaning back and looking to you. You wanted to say it, wanted to speak up and be forward about it, but, you couldn't. All you could do is hand him several of the positive tests. You watched him, desperately trying to read his expression. He looked over the tests, not getting too unnverved by it. "Holy shit." He finally said, looking back to you. "You're gonna have a baby." You gasped as he moved infront of you quickly, kneeling before you and taking your hands. "Ourbaby." Tears swelled in your eyes as he said this. The way he was looking at you was so genuine. It almost made any worry you had dissipate. Was he, happy? Was this an okay thing to be happening?

"But, I'm, I'm still in school." "So? I'll graduate next month. I'll get a decent job, we can get a place together and have our baby." "A, place? Toji, thats, thats a big committment." "And a baby isn't? Needs a home don't it?" Your chest heaved with worry and happiness. Maybe this wasn't the end of the world? You were scared that he was going to be mad, to tell you to get rid of it, to just dump you right here and now. You threw your arms around his neck and clung to him. Clung to the sudden excitement that he was offering. Yeah, this was going to fucking suck, but knowing he was happy about this and ready to be with you on this made your heart swell in your chest.

"Y/N, we need to talk." Your mother said, basically storming into your room without even knocking. You nearly yelled to her as she busted in without warning, but once you saw what was in her hand, you couldn't even breathe.

"Who is he? How long has this been going on?" Your father demanded, sitting across from you at the table where your mom made you go. "He's, my boyfriend." you mumbled quietly, worry and fear starting to build in the back of your throat. "You're only 14!" Your mother yelled, pacing back and forth behind you. "I told you I had a boyfriend!" You fussed back in return, upset that she didn't even pay attention to you enough when you told you originally. "You didn't say you were having sex! You're too young for this!" "Who is he?" Your father asked again, apparently his only concern. You scrunched your face and folded your arms in defiance. Your parents were hardly ever present in your life, and suddenly they wanted to know what you were doing?Nowthey gave a shit? "I told you. My boyfriend." You sneered, not thrilled that this is the only time they wanted to sit down and have a heart to heart. "Don't be a smart ass. Who is this boy? You're only 14." A growl came from your father, now standing from his seat. "How old is he?" You swallowed hard at his new stance. "18." You mumbled out. You could hear you mom's soul practically shatter when she screamed from behind you. "That's an adult, oh my god, oh my god she's been manipulated!" She started to cry, putting her face into her hands and kneeling down to the ground. "You're a child, and he's way too old for you. And I know he knows that. He's been manipulating you. If you think this boy loves you, I can assure you he doesn't." Your father continued, his voice stern and serious. "No, he does love me. He was happy when I told him. He said we could even get a place together to have our family and-!"

When your father slammed his palms down on the table, you jumped in your chair, your snarky attitude slightly fading. "You areforbiddenfrom moving in with him. You are a child, our child!" But now it was your turn to yell.

You abruptly stood from your chair, tears starting to fall down your face. "And the two of you never seem to care aboutyourchild until now! You're never home, you made me move from my friends! I rarely get to see either of you! I had to start a new school year, in highschool by myself without anyone! Toji is the only one who has been here for me these last few months!" "Toji? That Fushiguro boy?" Your father snapped back. You gulped upon realizing that you mentioned his name. Even more so that your father knew the name. "He should be in fucking jail. And I'll beat his ass if he ever lays hands on you again!" "I'm calling the school right now, you're not staying there anymore. We'll put you in a new one if we have to." Your mother chimed in, finally getting up from the ground and pulling out her phone. A new school? Again? "No!" You screamed back to her, stomping your foot down as she ignored you. "I love him and he loves me! I'll fucking run away if you try to pull me away from him!" When you mother turned and slapped you hard across the face, you yelped and stood frozen before her. She never put hands on you before. Neither of your parents had. Her face was red with anger and stress as she turned back from you, putting the phone to her ear. "Get to your room. And don't come out. We'll discuss this more later. You're not old enough to know how this is a bad situation for you. I know you think you're in love, but I promise you, I swear to you, this boy doesn't love you. No 18 year old man is in true love with a 14 year old girl. He's using you, he's manipulating you, and he's raping you. You will never see him again. I'm sorry you can't understand that now, but you will shortly after this is over." Your father said in a stern voice as you mother started to speak with someone on the phone at your school. No...no this wasn't fair.

-"Toji, they're gonna take me away."- You sobbed over your phone, texting Toji with shaking fingers. You were lucky your parents hadn't confiscated your phone, yet. They were too concerned with calling your school at the moment. -"They're not taking you anywhere. I told you, we'll get a place together, and have our own family."- -"But how? They're already going to pull me from school and put me somewhere new, again!"- -"Run away with me."-

You stared at the words on your screen, sniffling hard while re-reading them several times. Run away with him? -"Where would we even go?"- -"There are plenty of little villages nearby. I mean, I can start working as soon as possible and get some money, but, we'd need some right now."- -"I can get some. I can get a lot. My parents won't even notice for a long time."- -"Really? That would make this so much easier. Get as much as you possibly can. I wont let them take the two of you away from me."-

Thetwoof you.

You cried in joy at the thought of Toji wanting you and your baby in his life. Already he was being protective over you and the proof of love growing within you. You stayed in your room for the rest of the night, not coming out like your father demanded. You were almost 15, anyway. Technically you could drop out of school and they wouldn't be able to force you to go back. And if you didn't live here anymore, they couldn't have control over you. Toji was old enough to sign a rental agreement for an apartment. This could work.

This would work.

You knew your parents kept a huge savings of money in the home. It was all extra. They had some in a bank account, but kept another one in a safe. They never imagined you to steal, so of course you knew the combination to it. It was for emergencies if you ever needed it while they were away. And well. You considered this an emergency.

Toji held you close while you sobbed in his arms in his car. You had a little bag with you full of things you needed or wanted, and another bag stuffed to the brim of money. "It's okay, it's gonna be okay." He said soothingly, stroking your back while giving gentle kisses to your forehead. "We're together, we'll figure this out. I promise." You nodded against his chest, trying to catch your breath from the small hiccups escaping your throat. "I know I can't ever go back home after this..." "You won't have to. I'll take care of you. Of all of us."

And he didn't lie. You stayed hidden in Toji's parent's home for a couple days while he sought out an apartment with some of the money you had stolen. Your parents had been blowing up your phone, and you begrudgingly ignored every single call or text. Toji's parents did fight a lot, much like he had mentioned when you first met him. And it smelled of alcohol so bad. You couldn't wait to get into a place and officially start your life with someone you were in love with. You knew the two of you would never end up like that. How could that even happen?

"I know its not some fancy penthouse in the city, but, its cheap and doable for now. We need that money to last a long time. I wish I could have gotten something better, but-" "Its perfect." You quickly say, cutting Toji off as the two of you stood in the doorway of your new home. It was a little dingy, old, and yeah it looked cheap. But it was going to be the home you'd start a family in. The two of you wouldn't need a lot of space to start out. Once Toji got a decent job, you could always move into a bigger place. He smiled gently and put a hand over your stomach, making your heart melt. "Come on, lets go to the store and look for some furniture."

It didn't take too long to find decent pieces of furniture to fill the apartment with. Though you could technically afford much nicer things, like Toji said, that money needed to last a long while. The most expensive thing you guys bought was a nice TV, but Toji said it was needed. Not everything had to be cheap and old, the two of you could afford to have at least a decent TV for entertainment. It made sense.

And each night while sitting infront of the TV, watching some movie, Toji would bring you a nice hot cup of tea and some prenatals for the baby.

A little bump had finally started to form on your stomach after a few months, and you couldn't help but feel excited for it. Toji stood in the doorway of the bathroom while you swooned infront of the mirror. "I can't believe I can already start to see them." You smiled happily back to him. He gave a weak smile, nodding his head in return.

"It's not fucking working." Toji growled at a man down an alleyway, grabbing his scruff and pushing him up against a wall. "You said they'd fucking work. But she's already starting to show. I'm not gonna deal with a fuckin' baby." "Hey man, relax!" The guy said, putting his hands up defensively. "If they're not working, I'll give you something else. Shit happens sometimes!" "Yeah? We'll I'm to the point where I'll have to start punching her in the fucking stomach. Make this shit stop." "I'll get something to you tomorrow. It will probably make her super fucking sick for a while though." "I don't give a damn."

The glass bowl you were holding fell to the ground and shattered as an intense pain ripped through your guts. You slid down to your knees, holding your stomach with crossed arms while panting heavily. The fucking pain was insane! "T-Toji!" you cried, though he was already entering the kitchen after hearing the shattering of glass. "I...I think I need the hospital." you sobbed, clenching your stomach tighter. "It hurts, it really hurts!" You clung to him as he craddled you up into his arms. "I got ya, hold on." He said calmly while taking you to the couch. "I'll call an ambulance, it will be okay." You writhed in pain while on the couch, sobbing at both the intensity of the feelings and worry for your baby. Surely, this wasn't a good thing...

Your breath was shallow by the time you were admitted to the hospital, and you felt so faint. Toji had stayed by your side as much as he could, but the doctors and nurses had moved him aside when your condition just seemed to be worsening. "My, my baby..." you weakly whined, trying to hold onto your stomach as consciousness fled from you.

The soft beeps of machines was the first thing you started to hear, followed by your mother talking to someone. You looked over to her weakly, seeing the doctor shaking his head to her question. Oh... You didn't need to hear it. Your hands moved to your stomach and you stared up at the ceiling. "You get the hell out of here, you damned animal." Your mother suddenly growled to someone. "I have every right to be here." Toji snorted back to her, coming over to your side. You looked over to him with saddened eyes, and he leaned over you, gently kissing your forehead. "I'm sorry, princess." He said softly, putting a hand over yours and squeezing gently. "I wanna go home." You finally said, looking up to him. "You are coming home." Your mom said, glaring to Toji while standing on the other side of the bed. "Andyouaren't ever going to contact her again." Your father stepped into the room, crossing his arms while standing off to the side, definitely throwing his remark to Toji. You knew your dad would be throwing fists if this wasn't a hospital.

"I'm going home with Toji." You snap back to them, not wanting to deal with this anymore. You just had a fucking shitty day and they still wanted to act like they suddenly care? "Look, we don't care about the money, we're not mad about it. You're not in trouble. We don't ever have to talk about any of this again, just come on home without this fight." Your mother pleaded, looking between you and Toji. "You're still just a child, Y/N. You don't need this in your life. I know we don't talk as much as we should, and I'm so sorry. We'll do better, we promise. Just please come home, don't like this boy trick you into thinking he'll take care of you."

You frown and look up to Toji. He gave you a soft smile. "Hey, whatever you decide, I'm here for you. If you want to go back to your parents, I'll still be around. If you want to come home to our place, I wont let them stop you."

Despite your mothers begs, and your fathers commands that you had to come home, you made your own decision. You wanted to go back to your place, the one Toji found for the two of you. He promised the two of you would try again for another baby when the time was right. He said perhaps it was a blessing, maybe the two of you wouldn't have been able to properly care for a baby for now. You knew it would have been a nearly impossible task, but you didn't want to lose it the way you did. That was still a part of your heart getting ripped out. You tried to put it behind you. Tried to focus on just staying in school, and letting Toji go to work to provide for you.

Luckily, your parents couldn't just pull you out of school without a big effort. So you didn't have to leave the new friends you had been trying to make over the lasts few months. Instead, your parents told you that you were cut off from their money, and never allowed home again until you realized that the life you were trying to live wasn't right for you. But what did they know? They weren't ever there anyway. Not like it should be much different for them.

Apart from losing your baby, evertying was, perfect. Once Toji graduated, he got a job like he said he would. He would get up early in the morning, make you something to eat, then leave for work. You'd go to school, focus on your studies, come home, cook dinner, and then the two of you would relax together. It was this perfect little fairytale that you had been hoping for. The only downside was whenever he wanted to party, and have friends come over, he'd encourage you to drink and get wasted with him. But, thats when you'd always wake up feeling like shit. When it was just you and him, he'd make you reach that high you had longed for in the beginning. You knew you just had to be patient about it.

One of the nights when he had you on your knees, he pulled one of your arms behind your back, slipping something onto your finger. "Would you marry me, princess?" He grunted into your ear, making you reach that high faster than ever before when you realized he had just slipped a ring onto your finger. Absolutely. A million times yes! You screamed out your answer and he smirked against your skin, holding you tightly in his grasp while glancing over to his hidden camera in the corner.

Everything was absolutely fucking perfect.

Until, it wasn't... You had never questioned Toji. You never argued with him, never denied him, and always did everything he wanted. But when you asked why a bill didn't get paid for the first time in a couple years, you got an answer you were never expecting. It wasn't until you were on the ground, having been shoved square on your ass after receiving a harsh slap to the face that you actually worried about your relationship. "How dare you fucking question me about that! You implyin' I don't know what I'm doin'?" "N-no, not at all." You whimpered in shock, staring up to him in disbelief. "Toji, you just fucking hit me and shoved me down." You mumbled, hoping he would realize what the hell he just did. "Yeah? And I'll knock your goddamn teeth down your throat if you disrespect me again." He threatened, stepping closer to you. You flinched back, uncertain of his next move. He snorted at your pathetic state then walked passed you to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. What. The. Fuck? You slowly got up and sulked into the kitchen, your mind suddenly zeroing in on the need to do something productive as you tried to make sense of whatever just happened. You weren't sure what hurt worse, the stinging on your cheek from his slap, or your feelings from how he just treated you.

As you set food down on the table for dinner, Tojis arms came around you suddenly from behind. You immediately froze, terrified of what he might do. Before you could even say anything, he pushed his face into your neck, a shaky breath leaving his lips. "I'm so fucking sorry. I'm just so goddamn stressed out right now." He continued, nearly whispering to you as if trying to keep a secret. You stood still and listened intently, letting your hands hold onto his gently as he spoke. "My job cut everyone's hours months ago. I've been trying to find a new place but no one is hiring. And I'm supposed to be taking care of you. I'm supposed to provide for you and I'm so behind on bills and my credit cards are already full. I don't know what to do." Your heart sank. It was almost brutal on a man sometimes with that burden of being a provider. He was stressed, and he had snapped. Not that it was okay for him to hurt you like he did, but you almost understood. "Toji, I still have plenty of that money I had taken from my parents. Please, use it. And I can put some of the bills and stuff in my name so it doesn't feel like you're responsible for all of it." You smiled, holding onto his hands tighter. "We're in this together. I'll do anything for you." You thoughtlessly promised.

You never knew you'd regret those words. Never knew you would have prayed for some sense at that time. When you questioned him for the second time, maybe a year later, after realizing all the money was gone, you got slapped and shoved yet again. He had stormed out of the apartment after berating you, leaving you dumbfounded yet again as to why he snapped. After the third time he put hands on you, for you simply asking where he disappeared to for a couple days, you were done. Your tears were still clinging to your cheeks as you stuffed some clothes into your bag. You were going home. To your parents home. Perhaps they had been right... You'd take that humiliation. You'd let them says they told you so. Whatever. You needed to get out of here. Toji came into the bedroom and demanded to know what you were doing, as if he was actually surprised you were packing up to leave. "I can't do this, Toji." You sniffled while looking to him desperately. "I have no idea why you started hurting me, and I tried to understand the first time, but I'm not dealing with this anymore." "Unpack that fucking bag." "No. I'm going home. Maybe when you sort your shit out we can talk, but when you start drinking, you get fucking mean, and I'm not going to allow you to hit me anymore either." "This is your damn home. And you're not leaving." He declared, clearly blocking the doorway. "Please move." You nearly begged, just wanting away from him right now. He remained still, and you were just going to brush past him, but he took hold of your arm in a painful way. "T-Toji, please." You started, trying to pull away, the fear swelling in your voice though you tried to hide it. The way his eyes held no sympathy or remorse made you squirm, realizing the position you were in. "You tryna leave me?" "I'm trying to give you space to figure stuff out." You whispered in return, anxiety and fear nearly strangling you at this point.

He definitely didn't want space. And you definitely weren't leaving. The entire apartment had gotten torn up in your struggle with him. You were shoved, you were punched, and by hearing the sickening sound of a snap, you realized he broke your arm, and quite possibly your nose.

By the time he had finished with you, you were almost pleading for your life, terrified he was going to beat you to death. You had never witnessed such unbridled rage in anyone like this before. Never knew this type of fear or pain before. He finished his brutality with you on the bed, you sobbing in agony over your arm and nose while he had his way with your battered body. He made his ultimate claim over your body. That you belonged to him in all ways, and you'd never leave him. A woman's natural fear was what a man would do to her body, and you never imagined it would ever happen to you, let alone by someone you thought you loved.

You had to deny a rape kit at the hospital, even though they urged you to take it. "We need to find who did this." The nurse urged, still icing your bruised face and swollen shut eye. "I just don't even want to think of this anymore." You whispered through a sob, staring in fear at Toji across the hospital room. He stood with his arms crossed, watching you as to make sure you kept up your facade. "I was attacked and raped by a man down an alleyway." Is what you told the hospital when Toji finally took you after he no longer wanted to listen to your wails of misery.

You wanted to go home... to your parents... They had been right. And you hated yourself. "I'll have someone pay them a visit if you even think of trying to go back to them." He growled in promise as he caught you trying to leave again a few months later after he put you in the hospital. And just as before, he beat the absolute fuck out of you. Though this time he was careful to not break a limb. Instead, he shoved you down into a crate and locked it shut with you screaming for mercy on the inside of the dark and cramped space. He pushed it into the closet, throwing a few blankets over the top before shutting the door, leaving you to howl out in wretched agony.

As you remained in the cramped and dark space, having gone hoarse from crying and screaming, you began to realize that the rose colored glasses were finally falling off. You began to recognize all the signs that had screamed dangerous and bad news. The age difference should have been obvious. But you were lonely and desperate. He knew where you lived without ever asking, always made sure to show up when your parents weren't home.

All those times you thought he was being protective and cutely jealous were actually clear examples of how possessive and obsessive over you he had become. He didn't tell you what not to eat cause he worried about your health, he wanted to control your diet. Honestly, you didn't even notice until recently that were smaller than you had ever been, ribs becoming easy to count with your lack of weight. The way you'd feel after having sex, was cause he was so fucking rough with you, it just always hurt. It wasn't until you were locked in this fucking crate that you really had a moment to realize, just how horrible Toji had always been, and he was just pretending to be nice so long as you were doing what you were told. Your parents were right, they tried to warn you. But they were so disconnected from you in other ways you didn't care to listen.

And now you were trapped in this hell.

That was the end of their "origin" story, comments and likes are super appreciated! <3

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Neon The Lost

Both the hunter and the prey. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, she’s seeking something more than this town can give her.

Neon doesn’t know what she’s doing, she feels lost and unable to remove herself from the hell that is her town. She feels like she’s searching for something, someone she can’t remember yet. It might have to do with the necklace she found in the lake. Recently she’s been hearing voices and she’s become scared of looking in the mirror. Some days she wakes up and can’t remember who she is.

I know it’s not canon but she would def steal Kylar’s knife. He might just give it to her if she asks nicely too. I think that once she meets Eden she would start carrying a gun too. +++Violence ++ Delinquency lmao if this game allowed it I think she would straight up be Batman at night and beating the crap outta people.

I keep changing her hair color don’t mind me

Whitney likes her a lot. She beats the shit outta Whitney every time they meet. He thinks she is his girlfriend. She thinks he’s a bitch.

The 2nd to last time they met he had a black eye for weeks. But then she pushed him down in a quiet classroom and used him as a sex toy then left him high and dry. She sends mixed signals.

Syd is her favorite and she goes to see him everyday but keeps ++Corruption because she can’t help but tease him. She likes how he looks at her as if she’s everything to him. (In another life she’d be a cult leader for sure).

Lowkey wants to get him pregnant because she thinks he’d be a good mom and is actually pissed off she can’t. Can’t keep her hands off of him and really wants to take him in the church and claim him as her bride. ✝️ (If I were God I simply close my eyes for this part) ✝️ Enjoys it when he dumps his cum into her because she knows that he would never leave her if she got pregnant. Syd has a breeding kink and it’s canon guys.

Syd is currently Faithful but I think Neon would be a big fan of Corrupt! Syd too and likes to fuck him in the library in the mornings. Students have found that if you’re trying to return books and you see Neon around in the library you probably should try again later. Neon is often seen sitting on top of a desk with Syd’s head in her lap while he takes a nap.

Kylar… I don’t think she really likes him all the much but would probably live at his place to get away from Bailey and Robin. Neon doesn’t understand him but doesn’t mind his behavior unless it gets outta hands.

Def uses him for money. I think she scrolls on tiktok when they fuck tbh. (I don’t think he would ever reach stage 3 of max jealousy unless Neon gets kidnapped by Eden. She pays a decent amount of attention to him because she doesn’t like to watch him get bullied. She thinks he’s weird and unhinged but doesn’t really care because he’s good with his mouth. Kylar realizes she lets him more when he cross dresses. Neon really likes to fuck him when he’s dressed fem (I think she’s Bi but hate fucks men and doesn’t even realize it.)

Robin has a crush on her. Neon feels burdened by Robin, she continues to pay his rent but doesn’t trust him or respect him anymore. Avoids him when possible.

Avery, has no particular feelings towards him. Likes his money.

Bailey, if she could murder him and get away with it she would.

Eden, doesn’t like how he treats her like a pet who keeps trying to run away. Isn’t strong enough to kill him yet but is thinking about how best to end him. Understands his loneliness.

No feelings towards

-Alex, Great Hawk, Black Wolf

Ivory Wraith is hunting her. Her heart beats faster whenever she sees them but can’t tell if it’s fear or something else.

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Dragonfly - Part 4

Summary: Steve has just about everything he could ever want in life. He's got you, a baby on the way, and a successful Family. No one would dare interfere with that. Right?

A/N: Reader is female, pregnant. No other descriptors used.

Warnings: Death threats, Implied violence, Pregnancy. Please let me know if I missed any!

Part 3 -- Part 5

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Steve quietly approaches you as you're sitting on the couch, feet propped up, snacking on your favorite ice cream. You see him and smile, making him sigh, "how are you so damn gorgeous?"

You roll your eyes and chuckle. "So how was the meeting with Bucky? It felt pretty quick."

"That's because I may have figured something out," Steve hesitates. "I want you to know I'm already having everyone double check, triple check my idea but, I think I know who Dragonfly is."

That gets your attention. You set the ice cream to the side and sit up, gesturing for Steve to join you on the couch. He sits and pulls you into his lap.

"Do you remember the night we first met?"

"How could I forget?" you scoff. "Wait...what's his name? The guy who drugged Monica?"

"I think it's him."

"That would certainly explain why I was targeted."

"After he got caught, rumor has it Kent's men made an example of him. Left him permanently scarred and dropped to the bottom rung of the group. Used him as a courier. Serious cut to his income, among other things."

"And he got caught because of me," you whisper.

Steve nods. "And with Kent's estate in a kind of limbo, he can't afford to keep an eye on all of his underlings so Walker is taking advantage of the lack of oversight." You shudder at the thought of that man walking around freely and Steve holds you tight. "I promise I'll keep you and Jack safe. No matter the cost, you are my priority."

"Don't say that," you scold. "There is such a thing as too high a cost."

"Not for you and Jack," he asserts.

"I don't want to lose you," you argue. "I've made peace with the fact that your job is dangerous but this man isn't stable! Promise me you'll keep yourself safe as best you can! I know you don't always think before you act when I'm in trouble."

"Do you blame me? You're the best thing to ever happen to me. I'm allowed to go at least a little feral when it comes to protecting you."

"A little, maybe, but I need you to not rush into danger like a damn honey badger! We need you."

Steve deflates a little as he rubs your belly. You hate seeing his beautiful blue eyes so clouded but you're not backing down on this.

When he finally faces you he says, "I can't promise to not do anything stupid." You shrug and nod your acceptance of that. "But I promise I'll listen to the advice of others when it comes to getting this guy."

You hug your arms around his neck and bring him in for a kiss. "Thank you for that."

The next week is spent with focusing on the baby's arrival. It's coming up soon, just a few more weeks or so, and you're both relieved and scared.

It doesn't hurt that baby prep is also a good way to distract Steve. More than a few times Bucky and Sam have thanked you for keeping him busy so they can actually do their work and not have to worry about him personally following every lead. You're able to keep him distracted with setting up the nursery (he insists on painting and assembling everything himself) and with taking care of your physical needs. Ever since he learned how much it helps you to have him hold up your belly, alleviating a lot of the weight from your back, he's been willing to drop everything else to do it again.

For his part, Steve is also grateful for your distractions. Trying to keep his brain focused on all of the upcoming parties and meetings, your due date, security, not hunting down August himself, and more would likely leave him too frazzled to do anything. You help give him focus, directing his angry energy into productivity. He swears his admiration for you grows with each day.

He's in the middle of rearranging the nursery to your liking when Bucky knocks on the door frame, "we got the confirmation. August Walker is the guy behind the Dragonfly contract. Financials confirmed he'd wisely held onto his savings after his fall. Added to it hear and there. But then a huge chunk got spent. The amount is an exact match for the down payment on the contract."

"Do we know where he is?"

"Not yet," Bucky shakes his head. "But all soldiers have been notified that, unless he's in one of our legitimate businesses, he's shoot-on-sight. If he is in one of our legit shops, he's to be reported and either stalled or followed."

"Good call," you add. "Make sure Sam's side of things stays clean, doesn't get investigated."

"Exactly," Bucky gives you a thankful look. He knows Steve would prefer to just have the guy shot on sight. Having your backing will help temper Steve's response.

Steve grunts, "fine. Just make sure I'm kept informed of every sighting."

"Of course," he nods before heading out.

Stepping out of the rocking chair you go over and hold Steve from behind. "I'm proud of you," you whisper.

"For what?"

"For not immediately storming out and burning down the city looking for him."

Steve grumbles, "only because you don't want me to."

"I can still be proud of you," you smile. "And I know you can feel little Jack moving around. He's proud of you, too."

That gets Steve to chuckle and you feel the tension in his body ease up a bit. He gently breaks your hold on him and turns around to embrace you.

"What more could I possibly ask for than my wife and child being proud of me?" he gently asks with a kiss.

Part 3 -- Part 5

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Tags:

@alicedopey; @aryhyuuga; @cynic-spirit; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jamneuromain;

@jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @ktficworld; @leryg0; @rayofdawnworld; @rebekahdawkins;

@ronearoundblindly; @talesofadragon; @texmexdarling; @thiquefunlover63

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Gather around, fellow BL aficionados, it's time for part four of my Pit Babe novel commentary.

(And if you want to catch up, here are parts 1, 2 and 3.)

A word of warning: since I'm pretty far into the novel now (every post summarises five chapters) expect heavy spoilers, plot twists and revelations.

Oh, and omegaverse shenanigans. So many omegaverse shenanigans. You've been warned.

Also, a small warning for talk about and the aftermath of SA. As usual, please take care. 💜

Now, where were we? Oh, yeah: Way is the big bad enigma and he's been hypnotising Babe all this time - but gently (tm) because, you see, Way really, really loves Babe so that makes it all right...

Yeah, no. Get fucked, Way.

Currently, Way is still passed out on the floor, but as soon as Babe has come to terms with whatever the hell just happened, Charlie (who came to Babe's rescue just in time, remember?) offers to wake him up.

How? Oh, that's easy. He can put people to sleep at will. It's one of the many powers he absorbed from other powered alphas. That's his whole thing: he steals powers and just keeps them - like Rogue in X-Men but without any of the downsides. And as long as he's alive, the powers stay with him, never to return to their previous owner. Unless they die, in which case Charlie loses that particular power forever. Which in turn means that if Charlie dies... but keep that in mind for later.

Oh, and another one of Charlie's powers: changing his scent at will. Goddammit, Charlie.

As for how he knew that Babe was in danger? Jeff told him because he can see into the future. X-Men omegaverse, here we go.

But anyway, when Way wakes up he's confused because the last thing he remembers is SAing his supposed best friend. Now there's Charlie staring daggers at him, and one very angry Babe. Since Way is pathetic (but not the good kind) he attempts to explain: yes, he's actually Babe and Charlie's adoptive brother. Their father sent him to lure Babe back home and, well, get him pregnant. That was ten (10) years ago.

But, you see, Way is such a nice guy (tm), he didn't want to force Babe! Instead, he set out to ruin him for everyone else, thereby making it impossible for him to grow or heal or trust or love. Whenever Babe met someone he connected with, Way swooped in to poison his mind. And whenever Babe recoiled from that new connection, he turned to Way - the only person he could 100% trust. Or so he was made to believe.

So the Babe we meet at the beginning of the novel (and series) isn't really Babe at all. It's the version of Babe Way wants him to be - and for what? For ten years of pining and mindfuckery? What the hell kind of plan is this?

Oh yeah, the kind that gets you punched in the face. Thank you, Babe, you're really speaking my mind here.

And this is the part where the novel really shines because it doesn't just gloss over the implications of abuse. It doesn't leave Way's many empty apologies uncommented:

"I know what I did was unforgivable. I—" "Did you just realize this? Are you like this because I found out just in time?" Babe's voice boomed as anger flared in his heart. No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, he couldn't. "When I'm unconscious, you can assume it's okay to do it, right?" "I didn't want to do it at all…" "I don't care!" Babe shouted. "The point is, I don't want it! And you have no right to do this to me!"

But when Way's attempts to nice-guy himself out of his predicament don't work, he tries to shift the blame onto Charlie. Because Charlie lied too and, after all, didn't Way warn Babe about him?

Yeahhh, he's still trying to manipulate Babe. Way isn't sorry at all, he's only sorry he's been caught. Or, as the novel aptly puts it:

For Way, this might be like a love confession. But for Babe, it was no different from admitting his crimes.

But the novel doesn't leave it at that.

"So what's next?" Babe asked in a calm voice. "Should I thank you?" "What…" "I asked if I should thank you because you didn't rape me?" [...] "Should I thank you for not forcing me to bear your child?" "Babe…" “Even for my life, my body, and everything about me, I still have to wait for your mercy?”

And that's that. Ten years of (false) friendship have been erased just like that.

Really, I'm sorry for adding so many quotes but this whole chapter is just perfect in its blunt directness. It excels in giving Babe back his autonomy - the very thing Way has taken from him.

We'll return to our regularly scheduled omegaverse shenanigans after this bit:

"Did you know that every time you said that [there was never anyone suitable for me], it made me feel like I didn't deserve anyone's love?" [...] "And it's as if the only love I can receive is love from you…" Babe's sobs were so loud that his voice trailed off, but he took a deep breath and continued talking: "…but you never asked me what I really want." [...] "You only care about your own desires. You want to have me. You want to have children. You tried to make me love you and then agree to have children with you. Even though you always knew that I never wanted to have children." "I know you don't want to have children. And I know why," Way replied with a look that seemed to understand. But Babe knew that he didn't understand anything, not at all. "But because I know. That's why I want to change your mind." "It's not your job to change me."

And then, when Way has the audacity to try and hug him, Babe throws him over his shoulder and slams him right onto the floor, and even Charlie is like, damn, guess for a moment there I forgot how amazing Pit Babe is.

Damn right he is!

Later that night, things are winding down and Charlie insists on staying with Babe - just to make sure he's all right. Because unlike some people (!) he actually knows when to give Babe some space, and so he settles down on the couch in the living room while Babe stays in his bedroom.

But, understandably, Babe can't sleep. There's too much on his mind, none of it particularly good. He misses Charlie and, really, he's in dire need of an emergency hug.

It's Babe who approaches Charlie (only of course Charlie knew all along because he has super hearing now and he heard Babe's tossing and turning. Goddammit Charlie). They reconcile and it's really sweet because, in stark contrast to Way, Charlie's apology is heartfelt and reassuring and full of compassion. He also knows that Babe has been through a lot, so when Babe engages in their usual ritual of make-up sex, Charlie is hesitant:

Babe is so strong that he can lift bigger people and throw them to the ground. But believe me, no one is mentally strong enough to not be hurt by dirty things like that.

I just love how clear and concise the novel is on this part.

Anyway, they talk it out and Babe says that he wants to try anyway. What follows is a really sweet sex scene (but don't worry, Babe's still getting railed by his daddy to his heart's content - some things just don't change). There's talk about wild horses. I don't know why and honestly I'd rather not dwell on it.

Meanwhile, Way is being chewed out by Khun Tony (aka everyone's least favourite adoptive father). He's quite a bit upset but, honestly, what did he expect? He's the one with the stupid plan in the first place. Why did he even agree to let Way pine into Babe's general direction FOR TEN YEARS until he maybe catches feelings? The dude can hypnotise people! Just order him to do his evil immoral job!

But anyway, it's too late now. Babe's powers are already gone so breeding him (whyyy...) is pointless. Tony has a new target now: Charlie.

To my immense relief even Way is like, ew.

But it matters little because daddy dearest has contigency plans in place (and where were these plans TEN YEARS AGO - worst evil alpha breeder ever!). He orders Way to leave X-Hunter and return home immediately - and who knows, once Charlie is out of the picture Babe might end up as leftovers for him. Okay then.

In happier news, Charlie wakes up the next day with Babe's hand on his, well, little Charlie. I'm not being a prude here, that's what Babe calls it. It's a whole conversation, followed by - you guessed it - more sex.

Something is different this time, however. Without hesitation, Babe tells Charlie that he loves him, and then he asks him to be his boyfriend - to which Charlie eventually agrees. More sex happens. Actually, all of this happened during a blowjob which is very on brand for Babe. Things get disgustingly cute when Babe realises that this is the first time they're ~making love~ as boyfriend and boyfriend. This leaves him incredibly shy. Thanks to Way's meddling, he never had a boyfriend, after all. This is his first time being in love, and it's exactly as adorable as it sounds. Only with more mindblowing sex.

This includes sex in Charlie's supercar after a training session right on the racetrack (again I ask, have you even seen the interior of a racecar? How? Where? And who's cleaning this up? The mechanics??) as Jeff and Alan watch from afar.

"Why don't the two of them get out of the car?", Jeff said quietly as he looked at Charlie's car which had been parked near the finish line for a while and he saw no signs of it coming down.

Oh, my sweet summer child.

But yes, I'm happy to report that Jeff and Alan are probably going to be a thing in the novel too. This Jeff isn't a mechanic though. He doesn't even study engineering but oceanography (because he likes the ocean even though he's never seen it - live your dreams, my dude!).

As they sit and bicker, Jeff is suddenly struck by what seems to be another vision of the future. Whatever it is, it can't be good because it makes Jeff cry. Uh-oh.

He asks Charlie to meet him at his condo, and Charlie immediately notices that something's wrong. Only this time it's not Babe he needs to worry about. It's all of them.

I'm worried too but mostly for my own sanity.

Remember when I first explained about Tony's evil breeding program? Ah, those were easier, more pleasant times. Because now Tony figures that if he can't get an enigma to impregnate Charlie, he'll just get Charlie to impregnate an omega (because apparently there's a 50% chance that the baby will be an alpha with special traits - why is this novel explaining Mendel's laws of omegaverse inheritance to me?) .

Jeff is an omega.

And this is what Jeff saw: if they don't act now, at some point in the future Tony will have Charlie and Jeff brought back "home" and use aphrodisiacs on them (one up for the trope counter!). Jeff will get pregnant and as soon as their baby is born Tony will dispose of both Jeff and Charlie. This will cause Babe to seek revenge and get killed in the process.

What did I just read?

The novel keeps this from us for a while, and just casually mentions that Charlie isn't overly worried. He even finds the time to be jealous when one of Babe's old acquaintances shows up to Charlie's next race. They argue. The race starts without them reconciling, so naturally that means Charlie has an accident during the race.

It's bad enough that he's transported to the ER. But as the whole team anxiously awaits any kind of news, Babe realises in dawning horror that his heightened senses are slowly returning to him. He can hear Charlie's slowing heartbeat and the doctors fighting to reanimate him.

He listens as Charlie is pronounced dead.

The novel then cuts to Charlie's funeral which is only attended by a handful of people, mostly members of Team X-Hunter. Babe does not cope well at all but at least he's got Alan and Jeff to take care of organisational things.

Speaking of Alan and Jeff. These two have grown quite a bit closer. Close enough that Jeff asks Alan to let him take a look at Charlie's crashed car. The police are already investigating but Jeff wants to see for himself. Hm.

Meanwhile, Babe is alone at his condo, going through several stages of grief all at once (really, it's heartbreaking but so is the length of this post so I'm trying to keep things short). He's interrupted during the bargaining stage by someone knocking at the door. It's Way and he's come to offer his help. Babe might be grieving but he's not stupid, and so they meet up at a coffee shop nearby.

Way all but confirms that Charlie's accident was Tony's doing. What he meant to do was incapacitate Charlie but unfortunately Charlie died. OOPS. What a brilliant plan, really.

Seems like even Way has had enough of Tony's evil schemes so he's banded together with another enigma in order to bring Tony down. Said enigma is actually Tony's eldest "son" who seems to have escaped from his control to do his own (financially very successful) thing and bide his time until Tony eventually slips up.

That enigma is none other than Pete.

That's right. Pete and Way have teamed up to bring down Tony, and they're asking Babe to help them. Babe tentatively agrees.

While this is going down, Jeff visits some random uncle's secluded house. He's greeted by none other than Charlie (now somewhat worse for wear but very much still alive) who's faked his own death with the help of a man named Reval. Charlie feels guilty for lying to Babe again but they can't involve him in this: once hypnotised, he's still under Way's influence (uh-oh...) and could risk all of their careful planning.

Their plan? Getting rid of Charlie's powers before Tony can get to them.

This is where Reval comes in. He also has powers: he can somehow disconnect an alpha (or omega or enigma, I suppose) from their powers - which is apparently a very difficult and time-consuming process (and would otherwise kill the alpha), especially with someone with as many powers as Charlie.

Why does Reval do this? Oh, he's Babe's real father who's been in hiding until now out of shame and guilt (and some memory loss). Surprise!

Also, very convenient. 🤡

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Hi everyone, my name is Monica. <3 I'm a Scorpio, a former pokemon trainer, and a single mother to a wonderful 8-year-old son.

[Picture of a young boy with short, slightly spiky, red hair sitting on an old couch. He's engrossed in a book and seems oblivious to the picture being taken. There is a small piece of paper overlaid on top of the photo to cover the boy's face.]

This is my beautiful boy <3 (face covered for safety.)

It's becoming difficult to go on, as we're dealing with my son's horrid father, an ex-Rocket, having people harass and keep tabs on us. We cannot prove his involvement as he's unfortunately covered his tracks well. It has been a struggle to afford court costs for some type of protection order, and my son also needs special care that I cannot afford </3

I came across this website recently and there are so many lovely people here who seem willing to help a struggling single mother out.

If you could please give what you can here we would be ever so grateful. xoxo

[The post closes with another picture of the boy. Another scrap of paper is used to censor his face.]

(ooc under cut)

[THIS IS A ROLEPLAY POST. DO NOT REPORT THIS.]

@olive-pokeirl here with more OC brainworms and hopin i don't get falsely flagged as an actual scammer (hence the seemingly unnecessary disclaimer)

ON: Pelipper Mail/Malice, Musharna Mail/Malice, In-character hate

OFF: Magic Anon

Low to Drama Stakes

Mun and muse are both adults

Blanket warning for false abuse allegations, slander/libel, guilt tripping, manipulation, donation scams, and potentially bad parenting.

Monica is an OC made long ago who started as a one-off character and ended up becoming much, much more. She was a Team Rocket spy that dated a certain dragon tamer in order to gain information about the locations of protected pokemon. Her persona was a Beauty trainer named Reyna.

Needless to say, when her true identity was discovered, she was very lucky to have escaped with her life. She only survived because her mark couldn't just simply shake off the feelings he'd held for her.

She was warned, "Run. If I ever catch a hint of you anywhere near Kanto or Johto again, I won't be so kind next time."

She made a show of fleeing the twin regions, but she planned on reconnecting with Team Rocket again using another identity to reenter Kanto.

In the meantime, she discovered that she was pregnant. She decided that this was useful for conning people, and she continued to do what she did best: garnering sympathy, especially from men. When her son, Arturo, was old enough, she'd also taught him how to lie and steal so he would still be useful to her even when he would have "outgrown the cute phase".

She was a loyal member of Team Rocket — solely for the profit and power (and sense of security), of course — for years until its downfall during the story of HGSS.

Monica continues to con people. Old habits die hard, especially for someone who never intended to change in the first place.

She's lying about being in a region without free healthcare, about her son's health, and about her child's father.

Somehow, Monica was able to gain access to rotomblr (which wouldn't exist for a few more years in her universe). She'd already been running scams in chatrooms and forums, so she immediately took the opportunity to extend that practice here.

This blog takes place in the past of @xxhexfallennxx and @imaitheoneyourelookingfor circa 1999-2001, at the tail end of Team Rocket's failed revival.

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hiiiiii, gojo kinnie back at it again~

oh my GOD the new fic has me so confused in all kinds of ways. i hate him. i want him. i want to throw that little rat into the field for a year and see how he handles it. better yet, i wanna make him kill reader and see how he likes it when the only person who ever loved him has to die by his hands—

also, yeah. gojo part? 100% accuracy, critical hit. i would absolutely watch every video and end up conditioning myself into enjoying it 💀 and it IS flattering to be yandere’d over!! doesn’t mean i actually WANT it, but it’s still flattering -3-

and FOR HIS INFORMATION ☝️ i was there every time when i threw my kids into new missions. any missions where their lives were actually threatened were administered by the higher-ups while i was in another country. i don’t wanna hear shit abt raising children from a guy who’d probably get reader pregnant to make em dependent only to kill the baby out of jealousy 🙄

and yet………. why must i be so sexy. the CONFLICT. if he didn’t clearly hate me i’d pull a mickey 17 and try to get in his pants too URGH

all this insane rambling to say, very well done!! and the little detail of gojo thinking reader has no technique after what we talked abt in my last ask? SCRUMPTIOUS. i hope reader learns her damn lesson and satoru gets his ass beat and gojo’s forced to go to in-patient therapy xoxo

-🃏

"i wanna make him kill reader" kjdfghlshg absolutely SAVAGE bestie. in fairness, i'm not sure i've specified yet if this happens post-geto or not; gojo was technically teaching first years before he killed geto.

but also that's kind of the point though. gojo would kill the one person who loved him, but satoru wouldn't, not for any reason. if reader told satoru it was non-sorcerer extermination time he'd smile and nod and calculate internally what the best thing to do (for your own good ofc) would be, whether that's "yes dear" or "okay sweetie *drugs you and never lets you bring it up again*".

"doesn’t mean i actually WANT it" also the WEAKEST denial ever. i've long held that gojo would be a huge yandere apologist. he's just arrogant enough to not take a yandere seriously, egotistical enough to find it flattering, and starved of companionship enough to like it.

his taste in men included geto so it's like. he definitely likes them strong, he likes them bossy, he likes them secretly ready to snap at any moment. gives it a lil spice you know? i think he's also just like,,, egotistical enough to really enjoy porn that involves himself skhfglshd gojo has "absolutely WOULD fuck my own clone" written all over him.

it's also worth saying that gojo can't use reverse curse technique on others which is pretty wild. you'd think the six eyes would give him a leg up but somehow he can't do it, even though shoko, yuta, and sukuna can.

and clone!gojo doesn't really understand love or nurturing in the normal sense. why does gojo make the kids do this when he clearly is capable of it himself? does he care about them or not? gojo's teaching methods are completely unfamiliar to satoru, who you taught personally and directly, and who learned jujutsu by watching gojo and reproducing it on his own.

satoru embodies a selfish love that gojo could only aspire to. if you love someone, why make them struggle, when you're clearly strong enough to carry their burdens? why waste time doing community service for strangers when people you care about are in the line of fire? makes no sense to him.

it is healthy? debatable. but gojo's not exactly living a full rich life full of human companionship and camaraderie. he doesn't really have friends. he sleeps 4 hours a day and can't even be with his students when they're in the most danger bc he's so busy with missions.

but anyways ksjhdlghsdg don't worry. there's only one reason i would have two gojos around and it certainly isn't anything sfw. worry instead about... literally everything else bc why should reader have to learn her lesson when satoru likes her as she is? why should satoru get his ass beat when he's clearly the superior gojo? and why would gojo go to therapy when he can literally fuck himself -

sdfjhglshdg it's shaping up to have a lot of like, black comedy vibes. the gojo v gojo banter is hilarious. reader,,, has a lot of thoughts going on but they are taking the backseat for now <3 i'll have to see where i go with them

anyways, it's always fun to hear from you! i'm glad you enjoyed <3

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Funny Pre-Tank Think Tank headcanons:

Mobious Faked his own death (Not for tax reason though)

Klein Also faked his death (For tax reasons)

They're also Married (For Tax reasons)

Dala Gets So many bitches I swear

Borous isn't allowed near schools. Not because, you know, But because he is known to set fire to schools, He's allowed Near Kindergartens but That's because He had a good Experience there

8 can't Spell Restaurant

0 Used to bite kids who disagreed with him

He only stopped because he doesn't interact with kids as much

Their favorite types of candies are as follows: Lollipops for Dala, Gummy bears for Borous, Klein Likes Chocolate, 8 Likes Those candy whistles idk what they're called, 0 Likes Sour candy and Mobious Liked Bubblegum

0 cannot Handle spice

Dala is allergic to Shellfish

Dala and 0 Still Sleep with stuffed animals: Dala Sleeps with a Teddy bear she Calls "Eddy bear" And 0 Sleeps with a giant stuffed Hare (he will slap someone for getting it wrong) Who he named "Socrates"

Borous Prefers live animals

0, Klein and Dala all had Cats Growing up, Meanwhile Borous and 8 Had dogs, Mobious had a Pet Lizard

The Cats were named: Miffy (0's Cat), Archimedes, Schrodinger and Homer (Klein's cats, The Last two Dissapeared From time to time, Leaving poor little Klein Questioning their existance) And Millian (Dala's Cat)

The dogs were named: Gabriel (Borous'es dog [Duh.]) and Solla (8's Dog)

Borous once took care Of the Class Hamster and it was never found, To this day he swears RICHIE MARCUS stole it

0 And Borous Went to School Together but Borous will Deny it because he doesn't remember him

Chat. Borous Doesn't remember 0 Because He's trans. He was Literally Little Cindy back then, Borous just can't connect the dots.

0 is actually 1-2 Years younger than the Rest of the Think tank, And He's somehow bitter about that too

8 Despises The Spice Girls for some reason

Klein Listens to Chapell roan

Mobious had an husband Before Klein but nobody Knows what happened to him and it's starting to freak out Everyone else

0 has not Had one Normal Break up, Every ex of his either wants him, Or wants him dead, The other Think tanks are Both Impressed and Horrified (Except Dala who's just Impressed)

Dala Has had exactly 7 Girlfriends and Everyone Keeps Joking the Next girl will have to fight her 7 Evil Exes

Klein Ruined Game Night By throwing the Monopoly board off the Balcony at least 3 Times

8 wanted to be an Artist But got rejected from art school (Not gonna make a joke here)

Borous Keeps A gun under his pillow and Has accidentally shot his downstairs neighbor (0) Several times

Borous has a "Women want me Fish fear me" Shirt and Everyone keeps making fun of it

Klein has a sleeping Mask with "whore" on it in pink

Mobious Has no dignity

0 Thought he was pregnant once and Told Borous to Shoot him in the stomach

Borous Missed and got Dala instead

0 has so many fucking Insecurities he's inventing new ones

They've held an Intervention for Mobious After he invented roboscorpions

Can you guess how that ended up?

0 is just Like Newt From good Omens

0 has Called Klein dad multiple times, Nobody mentions it

He called Dala Mom once and Everyone lost their shit

Mobious has to wear a turtleneck In summer Or Klein will thirst so hard he'll die of dehydration

Once when there was a Thunderstorm and the power went out, Everyone just huddled up in Klein's Office and they had a Sleepover

Borous said that this Was the first sleepover he ever had and he was glad it was with the Think tank

Mobious Cried

Mobious, 0 and Klein Are Trans men while Dala is Some sort of gender neutral

Borous is Bisexual but would never admit it

He's so much in an Egyptian river Once when 0 told him that he (borous) had slept with men before He told Gabe to attack him

0 got seven stitches and is plotting his revenge

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there is love that doesn't have a place to rest — ch. 3

pairing: finan x fem!oc word count: 3556 content warning: this fic deals explicitly with the trauma of sexual assault. while there are no drawn out, graphic scenes, it is made explicitly clear what is going on. for context: oc is uhtred's daughter and was captive in dunholm for all her childhood. proceed with caution. additionally, expect canon typical attitudes, behaviors, violence, etc.

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“i wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery and i can wish that all i want, but it won't bring us together plus, i know whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better" –phoebe bridgers, waiting room

A week had passed since her father left at the behest of King Alfred, and Ravna spent each day with Osferth in the woods, allowing him to teach her all about the Christian religion. She was not sure she believed any of it— a pregnant virgin was just a bit too absurd for her— but they made for good stories. She thought of the Romans, and the Greeks before them. How many different gods had they believed in? How many gods before them had been worshiped? For this reason alone, Ravna could not count anything out. Or could she believe in anything at all?

“Monk! I had a thought,” Ravna said, finding Osferth in the alehouse.

He was sitting with Finan, but she chose to ignore the other man. Osferth’s brows shot up upon seeing her. She did not make a habit of entering the alehouse, often finding it too loud and the men too abrasive. Osferth put down his mug and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You say your god is good, yes?”

“Uh, yes. He is all good, just as He is all powerful.”

“If He is both, then how can He allow evil to exist?”

This was what Ravna did not understand. She had long since accepted that her father’s gods, if they did exist, cared little for her. Her father’s gods never claimed to be all good. But Osferth’s god did. Osferth’s god positioned himself as a father who loved his children. If she was this all-good and all-powerful god’s child, she could not fathom why he allowed for her to be abused as she was.

“He did not create evil,” Osferth said.

She scrunched her face at him. “But you said evil and sin comes from Eve eating the apple because Satan told her to, and Satan was created by God, was he not?”

“But God also created free will. He does not control us, Ravna.”

“If God created free will and bestowed it upon people with the option and opportunity for evil, then He created evil!”

A few eyes were looking their way, certainly whispering about her outburst. Finan glanced around the alehouse and leaned across the table.

“Hey, just take a breath now, ceann bheag.”

She rounded on him, eyes narrowed. What gave him the right to tell her to do anything?

“I believe I was talking to Osferth, not you,” she hissed, relishing in the fact that he actually leaned back in shock from her ire being turned on him. Sniffing, she looked back at Osferth. “I do not find myself satisfied with your response. Think on it some more and find me in the morning with better answers.”

Osferth cracked a smile, despite the uncomfortable tension between her and Finan.

“Are you hoping to convert, Lady?” Osferth asked teasingly.

“Maybe if I find you convincing enough,” Ravna responded in the same tone. She stuck her tongue out briefly and smacked the tabletop. “Right, then. I’m getting myself a drink.”

Both men looked shocked, which she took some pride in. Still, it was rather annoying. But, if it took her sitting in the alehouse for hours on end and drinking until her vision blurred for them to see her as the grown woman she was, she would do it. She would show her father and Finan both. She had no need for a nursemaid.

Coin purse in hand, she sidled up to the counter and held her chin high. Men were crowded all around her, but she refused to waver. She had something to prove.

“Lady Ravna.”

Ceolmund, the second son to the alehouse and tavern owners, stood behind the counter. His older brother, Alewulf, was somewhat of a warrior and had gone north with her father.

“Hello,” she said. “I would… like a pitcher of ale, please.”

Ceolmund’s smile was a bit crooked. “You drink with your father’s men, lady?”

She pursed her lips. “And what of it?”

“I am surprised,” he said.

Then, he looked around and leaned in, beckoning her closer. Confused, Ravna complied. Ceolmund’s lips brushed along her ear and she bit back a gasp in surprise.

“Tonight is the full moon, Lady. When the moon is at its peak, come to the mouth of the river so you need not drink with your father’s men.”

She pulled back and arched an eyebrow. “What happens tonight?”

He grinned ear to freckly ear. It would be a bitter lie to say she was not intrigued.

“Us young people get to live,” he said.

“Very well,” Ravna said. “I will join you.”

“Good!” He smacked the counter for good measure. “I’ll go get your ale now, Lady.”

When she returned, she must have been grinning as well. Osferth’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead and he turned to Finan, who was staring at Ravna with his mouth agape.

“What?” she asked.

“What did he say to you?” Osferth asked.

“Nothing,” Ravna said simply, pouring herself a mug of ale.

“No, he said something!”

She rolled her eyes. “Osferth, I am allowed to have friends other than you, no?”

He deflated a bit and took a deep sip from his mug. Smirking to herself, Ravna poured some ale from her pitcher into his now empty cup. With a grin, he knocked his mug against hers and they took large gulps in tandem. Finan looked decidedly put out. Good, she thought, not feeling guilty in the least.

The ale was strong, but she knew it would be. Her father encouraged Ceolmund’s father to brew it the way Danes did, as Saxon ale was often so weak. Ravna’s head was spinning a bit, but she found she did not mind it. She quite liked the feeling, actually. With Osferth’s aid, she drank the entire contents of the pitcher rather quickly. Delighting in the way the whole world around her seemed to tilt as she stood up, Ravna placed her palms on the table to steady herself as she giggled shrilly.

“I… am going to…” She trailed off, losing the thought. “Oh! Yes, I will get more ale.”

Finan grabbed the now empty pitcher and pulled it out of her reach. “Perhaps not, Lady.”

Annoyed but less angry than before— thanks to the ale, in all likelihood— Ravna turned on Finan. Feeling her lips curling into a grin, she snorted and lunged for the pitcher, but he was too quick for her and pulled it further away.

“Finan,” she said shortly, rolling her eyes, “I am grown. I am no child, and you are no nursemaid.”

He reared back as though she had struck him, and it granted her the opportunity to steal back the pitcher. Clutching it to her chest, she swiveled around to go back to the counter, but Ceolmund was already a few paces away.

“Lady Ravna,” he greeted, walking to meet her where she stood. “I’m off now. Would you like me to accompany you on your way?”

Blood rushed to her face, pooling in her cheeks. A bit carelessly, she tossed the pitcher aside and nodded.

“That would do,” she said.

He grinned quite charmingly and offered her his arm.

“Oi!” Finan interrupted. “What’s this about?”

“Ceolmund is accompanying me on my way so I do not need to walk alone in the dark,” Ravna said, cocking her head to the side. “Do you find that unacceptable, Finan?”

Osferth was hiding a grin behind his hands and very pointedly looking away from Finan. Finan, however, seemed downright perplexed and his face was turning a bit red; dark eyes obscured by the scrunch of his eyebrows. When he did not respond, Ravna turned back to Ceolmund, victorious, and took his arm.

“So, will you tell me now what it is that you’re bringing me to?”

“Revelry,” Ceolmund said simply.

And revelry indeed it was. With a large fire going and bodies milling about, Ravna thought back to the many festivities held over the years at Dunholm in honor of the gods. While these were Christians around her, they were not so different.

“We drink mead instead of ale here,” Ceolmund said. “Beatrice makes it with the honey from her father’s bees.”

Ravna nodded, amazed by the sight before her. In her years of living in Coccham, how had she been so vastly unaware of this happening every month? Since she mostly kept to herself, there were a great many people she realized she did not know as unfamiliar faces swam past her. Even Beatrice, who Ceolmund was still talking about, Ravna did not know. She felt bad for it, as clearly everyone knew who she was.

“Lady Ravna!”

Sybil, the blacksmith’s daughter, ran over with a wild grin on her face, a crown of flowers askew on her head. Of the people in the village, Sybil was perhaps one of the only people outside of Ravna’s family that she would consider a friend. Even then, she was unsure.

“Sybil, I’ve said many times, you need not call me Lady,” Ravna said. She glanced at Ceolmund and bowed her head. “Nor do you, friend.”

Sybil reached out and grabbed both of Ravna’s hands. “Well, Ravna, you must come join me for a dance!”

Ravna did not even have the chance to respond before Sybil pulled her away from Ceolmund. Though there was no music, aside from three men who were hardly more than boys drunkenly singing, those who were dancing around the large bonfire seemed to have a tune in their minds. Giggling, Ravna twirled around Sybil as the two of them created their own tune.

“I’m quite pleased you’re here!” Sybil said, swiping a mug from a young man’s hand and taking a deep sip. “You must join us more often.”

She offered out the mug and Ravna took it. The mead was delightful, far superior to any ale she ever had. It tasted of honey and fruit and spices; it tasted of the gods.

“I would like that,” Ravna said, now used to the buzzing feeling the drink gave her. “It might be hard once my father returns.”

“It is the same for the rest of us,” Sybil said. “Many of our fathers joined yours, and we do this with our freedom!”

Sybil flung her arms out and spun around freely. It amazed Ravna. The looseness, the recklessness, the carelessness. It was all she ever wanted to be. She drank until she was stumbling over her own feet, but Ravna was unsure if she could say she ever had such fun.

Ceolmund found her some time later, just as drunk as she was.

“Lady!” he said, all too loudly. “Would you like to take a walk with me?”

On the very far depths of the horizon, Ravna could see the beginnings of sunrise, lightening the dark sky above.

“Perhaps you could walk me back to town,” she said.

“Of course, Lady.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ceolmund, please, I wish for you to only call me Ravna.”

They walked hand-in-hand, tripping over one another, their own feet, and tree roots alike. The village center was deserted entirely by the time they finally found their way back. For some reason unknown to her, Ravna was giggling loudly and constantly. Ceolmund did not seem to mind, however, and instead grinned at her with that crooked smile of his. She stopped to stare at him, and perhaps count the freckles on his face. There were a great many, and she was fascinated by them.

“Ravna,” he whispered, “may I kiss you?”

It was perhaps because no one had ever asked her that question before that she did say yes. Ceolmund was not the most experienced or skilled of kissers, but him asking her permission made it the best kiss of her life. She curled a hand around the back of his neck and clutched him close, letting her bodily knowledge take over.

They stumbled back against a tree, his hands roaming all over her body and lips trailing down her neck. This, she thought, was what being young was for. She clutched his curls in hand while his fingers fumbled for the strings on her breeches. She giggled some more, but this time it came out as half a moan.

“Ceolmund,” she whispered, tugging at the root of his hair. “We’re too exposed.”

The mere fact that he paused and pulled away from her to look around almost made her want to drop to her knees and push all fears of being caught aside. But to do so, would be to act like a child. She wanted to be treated like the woman she was, so even in her drunken haze she knew she could not. Not right now, at least.

“Yes.” He sighed, chest heaving. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Anyone could stumble upon us,” she reasoned.

But, then, she kissed him again. She kissed him over and over and over again until the sky turned orange with sunrise. Drunkenness abating and replacing itself with a throbbing head, Ravna began to pull her hands from Ceolmund’s hair.

“I should return home,” she mumbled against his lips.

“That would be for the best,” he agreed, still kissing her.

She dragged her teeth along his bottom lip and forced herself away. She did not look back at him as she walked home. If she did, it was likely her self restraint would fall apart, and she really needed to be home before Gisela awoke to tend to Stiorra, who always rose with the sun.

Another week passed, and Ceolmund, who was not so interesting or smart as he seemed that night of the full moon, proved himself to be a kind young man who was undoubtedly fond of her and never tried to touch her more than she liked him to. (It was the kindest a man had ever treated her, so it surely meant something.) Unable to deny the fact that she liked it when he kissed her, even when she was not mind numbingly intoxicated, she found herself sneaking around to press her lips to his at any given opportunity— which naturally led to her pressed up against the back of the alehouse with his hands creeping up underneath her tunic. And that was when and how Finan found them.

“Oi!”

The brogue was undeniable, forcing them to separate at the sound of his voice alone. Lips wet and swollen, Ravna cursed quietly. Ceolmund looked as though he were about to shit his breeches.

“What do ya’ think yer doing?” Finan barked, marching over to them and grabbing Ceolmund by the collar of his tunic.

“Nothing,” Ceolmund said loudly. “We were doing nothing!”

“That’s your lord’s daughter, boy,” Finan said.

“Y-yes, I— I know.”

Ravna groaned. She was well aware of her father’s orders to Finan to keep her safe and make sure she was well, but this was absurd.

“Finan,” she said, wrenching his hand away from Ceolmund, “let him go!”

When his fingers released the fabric, Ceolmund stumbled backwards and then began to run. She rolled her eyes and rounded on Finan.

“What is wrong with you?” she screamed, flinging her hands into the air. “He was doing nothing wrong!”

“Oh, he was doing plenty wrong, lady,” Finan said.

“How is what he was doing any different from what you do to the women in the tavern?”

He stared at her in shock, but she was not finished.

“And how is what I was doing any different from what those women do to you? I am a woman, Finan, not a girl! I know very well what that was. I am not stupid, nor am I the naive child everyone believes me to be!”

Seething, she stomped in the opposite direction Ceolmund ran. She needed to be far away from everyone, Finan especially. How dare he embarrass her like that? Who did he think he was? Her hands shook in her anger, vision blurring at the edges. She was unsure whether she wanted to scream or sob more, so she would go into the woods and do both. She would beat her knuckles bloody on the tree bark if she desired.

Her fury remained. She stood at the riverside, throwing rocks as far as she could to force it to leave her. A twig snapped behind her and then there was the telltale rustle of leaves. She gritted her teeth and let out a groaning shout as she threw another rock. She would not acknowledge him. She refused. He would have to come to her and force himself into her line of sight.

“I apologize, ceann bheag. I should not have grabbed the boy like that.”

How she hated that nickname now. Less than a month ago, she found it sweet. Little one. Now, she knew what it meant. She was a small child, and always would be. Tears of anger and resentment flooded her eyes, stinging in the wind as she tried to hold them back. She sniffed and sat down on the embankment, knees pulled to her chest. She closed her eyes as she heard Finan move closer and sit down beside her.

“You’ve barely spoken to me since your father left, ya’ know,” Finan said.

Ravna pursed her lips.

“And I don’ know why,” he continued. “Seems like ya’ will talk to anyone an’ everyone but me.”

Anger getting the best of her, she snapped, “I heard you, you idiot!”

Her cheeks were wet, the tears finally having spilled out. A deep crease appeared between Finan’s eyebrows.

“The day before my father left, I heard what you said to him,” Ravna elaborated. “And you were right, Finan. I do not take kindly to it.” She swiped at her face and sniffled loudly. “I do apologize for being such a burden when I was foolish enough to believe we were friends.”

He swore in a low voice, more a grumble than words, and ran a hand over his beard. She watched him from the corner of her eye, wanting to turn to him but wanting to be steadfast more.

“Ravna,” he said quietly, softly. “Ya’ never should’ve heard that.”

“And yet,” she muttered, a bitter and sour taste in her mouth.

“I do not think ya’ to be a burden.” His voice was gentle and slow, as though he were trying to find his footing.

“What do you think of me, then?” she asked, finally turning to look at him fully with blazing eyes. “Because I do not think you see a woman.”

“Well, I don’ see a man!”

She rolled her eyes, curbing the urge to kick him.

“You know quite well that is not what I meant!”

She shot up and moved to stomp away, but got up just as fast and grabbed her arm to stop her from walking away. His hand had a tight grip on her, just above the crook of her elbow.

“What ya’ need to understand is, on the ship all your father talked about was his little girl who had been taken from him.”

She was not proud of the manner in which she gasped— both at his touch and the subject of the slave ship being raised. Neither he nor her father ever spoke of their time enslaved, and she could not blame them. How often did she discuss her time at Dunholm, after all?

“And that’s what ya’ were when I met ya’!”

“But I am no longer a child!” she exclaimed.

“No,” he agreed solemnly. “Yer a woman, to be sure, and ya’ have been since the time ya’ stepped foot in Coccham.”

“Then why do you all continue to treat me as one?” She glared up at him, furious. “You likened yourself to a nursemaid and begged my father to change his mind. If you are so unhappy here, I grant you leave to join my father. Go! If you wish it, go, and I will hold no anger in my heart.”

“Lady,” he said, “I would not do that.”

“Why? Because my father asked you to?”

“Because I care about ya’!”

She watched as his eyes crinkled at the corners and his hand not holding her arm lifted, perhaps of its own accord judging by the shock in his eyes, to take hold of her face. The calluses on his palms, made from years of training with swords and pulling oars, were rough against her cheek, but she was too preoccupied by her surprise at the sudden touch to care.

“You’re not just Uhtred’s daughter. You’re far more than that.”

His hand slipped past her cheek to cradle the back of her head, and then he pulled her into a tight hug. Sniffling once more, she tucked her face into his chest and slipped her arms around his torso. After a moment, she pulled her arms away and took a large step backwards with a burning face. She really ought not to have allowed herself to step so close. It was inappropriate.

“I am glad you see me as I am,” she said quietly.

Above their heads, a cloud shifted and sent a bright beam of light directly upon Finan’s head. It illuminated him in a brilliant shade of gold, and she needed to look away from how bright he was, lest she do or say something absurd.

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re one of ur last posts - what are ur nonbinary elle and spencer hcs?? :))

AH i actually dont have that many so a lot of these literally just came into my head. also i'm very sorry this mostly became "elle helping spencer realise he's nonbinary" headcanons, i'll have to think more about elle :((

this one is not my headcanon. i tried to find whose it is but for the life of me i cannot track it down, so if anyone knows please tell me so i can link them: they share a wardrobe. the only one who remembers which clothes initially belonged to which person is spencer, for obvious reasons. EDIT: got this from this post by @/spritehouse

elle has her shit figured out pre-canon but isn't doing anything about it because it's 2005. spencer does not have his shit figured out until after he gets with elle

well. he has it a little figured out. he knows there's something to figure out, he knows he isn't a cis man, but he's just like. i have way too much going on in my life already to think about that so i will ignore it <3 because that's worked out so well for him

pre-figuring his shit out, spencer is constantly (and largely unintentionally) mixing "menswear" and "womenswear". i really struggle to see a version of spencer where he and diana didn't experience serious financial issues after william left, and even as an adult, high-quality private psychiatric care like diana's is expensive. so, the majority of his clothes are thrifted (yes, i know about the $500 cardigans in later seasons. gifts from rossi <3) and he doesn't really care what section of goodwill he finds them in. so he's constantly wearing, like. a men's shirt under a women's cardigan over men's pants held up with a women's belt. post-figuring his shit out, this becomes intentional and he starts blatantly mixing styles. the kind of thing that gets him stopped in public by someone going "hey you know that's a women's...?" and he goes "yep! :D"

by contrast, elle, while she largely has things figured out, does not present the way she wants to for safety reasons. spencer helps her gradually feel more comfortable presenting the way she wants while she helps him figure out his gender stuff

as for reid's gender stuff, i think for a long time he's really overly fixated on labelling himself. the closest any label comes is bigender but that doesn't feel quite right and he has a lot of unnecessary angst about it. (not projecting at all shut up). eventually he's venting to elle one day about how he feels this and this and this about his gender and if he was to describe it he would describe it like this but he just can't figure it out. and then elle gets genuinely confused because it sounds to her like he very much has figured it out. it takes a long time for him to understand and accept that there isn't a magic word that will describe all parts of him, and he may never find one. and that's fine

elle does spencer's makeup. he looks in the mirror and cries.

penelope is the first person they come out to and she is DELIGHTED to have other trans people on the team. one more and they outnumber the cis people...

morgan is next. spencer says "we're nonbinary" and morgan says "is this like a 'we're pregnant' situation or are you actually talking about both of you" and elle hits him in the head. spencer immediately feels many times less anxious than he did before. i love u morgan

morgan asks spencer in private if he wants him to stop calling him pretty boy. spencer tells him to please never stop. calling him "pretty", an adjective usually used to describe women, paired with "boy" makes him very happy. with this in mind, morgan starts calling elle "handsome girl". elle pretends to be nonchalant about it, but it makes her really happy.

they never tell gideon. spencer can't handle the thought of him reacting badly. (gideon was under the impression that spencer was just closeted this whole time. oops!)

like i said, spencer REALLY likes being described as masculine and feminine in the same breath. when elle first introduces him to her friends, she says "this is spencer, she's my boyfriend" and spencer runs away to stim in private. elle's friends are very confused.

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