#2) he doesn't make apologies and promises for behavior he's just gonna do again

[l13]

I just saw someone ask if you write for MHA. And girlie. Holy fuck. All Might, like the man is built as fuck but also kind of a loser. If you get my drift? Like yeah he’s this awesome hero, but the man is old, alone and kinda a dork.

I wanna be the young thing that saunters into his life and rides him until he’s begging me to stop. Wanna take lunch to him at work, all cute and lovey and wifey, then lean in to let him know I’m not wearing panties but I do have a vibrator. That man would explode, in more ways than one, and be a constant blushing awkward mess.

Thoughts?

this is exactly how i picture all might as well! we can share him and then he could have 2 controversial young gfs<33

so sorry that this doesn't contain any actual smut tho:(

CW: NSFW 18+, MDNI!!!, f!reader, age gap, lazy ass writing, not proofread

He's a dilf but he's the touch-starved kind, the 'i haven't fucked someone in a long time' type, the one that you'll make a pussy enthusiast in just a couple of weeks, type<3

'cause at first he'd be reluctant y'know. Not only were you younger, but you were soooo out of his league (or so he thought). The prettiest thing he'd ever seen, really. And when you bluntly told him that you're interested in getting to know him better, he'd frowned a bit. He wanted to outright laugh at your words, but he didn't want to seem rude.

Poor man thought you were making fun of him so he tried to let you down gently, saying smth like “If it weren't for the age gap..” “You'll find someone younger, someone better, I'm sure.” and you'd faltered, apologizing for bothering him and scurrying off, embarrassed that you'd misjudged the situation

but then you kept running into him at your favorite coffee shop, politely engaging in small talk every time, and one day you didn't fail to notice how his gaze on you, lingered. How his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, down to your cleavage, and back up again. It was so quick that you thought your mind was playing tricks on you but then he cleared his throat hurriedly, his adam's apple bobbing with the movement, and you knew.

“Say.. y'wanna sit with me for a bit?" second time's the charm right?

You watched as his eyes widened slightly, “Well, I was- I'm actually busy right now-”

“Just twenty minutes, I promise,”

And Yagi quickly realized that he couldn't say no to you. So he gave a small nod, his eyes crinkling as he smiled softly, “Twenty minutes,”

He never in his life thought he was going to be put in this situation, and looking back at it, he'd never be able to prevent it anyway. Because just after 10 minutes of you sitting and laughing at his stupid jokes, he'd felt a nudge just under his knee, and he'd pulled his leg back instinctively, not being able to drag his gaze from the way your eyebrows furrowed prettily, “What's wrong?”

He shook his head, chuckling at his pathetic behavior “It's-” but then as he glanced under the table he saw your bare foot, save for the white stockings you wore, inching closer to his shin, and he snapped his eyes to yours, a shiver running down his back when he saw the look in your eyes- the mock concern masking the devilish glint quite well. “..nothing. Nothing's wrong I-” he trailed off as he felt your foot trailing up higher and Jesus Christ- when did you even take off your shoes?

Yagi let out another strained chuckle, looking around the small cafe, when he felt your foot on his plush thigh, making him jump. His hand shot down to grasp your foot reflexively, his jaw clenching as he locked eyes with you again. “What do you think you're doing?” he'd leaned a bit over the table to whisper to you, and you did the same, your head lazily resting on the palm of your hand as you pouted, “Let go of me, Yagi.”

He did as he was told immediately, and a part of him felt guilty, even when he'd done nothing wrong. “I'm sorry- but I just-”

Of course you shouldn't have let her go, you idiot. Did you think she was just gonna stop? He chides himself in his head because he can't do anything else. Because the foot that's pressing against his hard cock is clouding his judgement and he can't think of something to do.

A grunt escapes him when you rub him slightly over his dress pants, his hand coming up to cover his mouth, eyes still locked on yours. “You planned this didn't you?” you smile at that, your pretty lips closing around the straw of your drink as you take a sip, your foot pressing against his bulge harder.

Your gaze was trained on his hand, the one that was clutching the table with all its might (haha, get it), and you followed along the veins of his hand, up his forearms, to the point where they got lost under his shirt, the sleeves rolled up at his elbows. You licked your lips as you ran your eyes over his arms next, eyes hooded at the way the material of his shirt hugged his taut muscles. Finally, you looked up at him, enjoying the droplet of sweat falling down his temple, “I don't know what you mean,”

And Yagi knew he was fucked.

 ‹𝟹

Months later, you saunter over to Yagi’s office, pretty summer dress swirling as you walk, Yagi's lunch packed with a cute little bow on top, in hand. You knock on his door, not waiting for him to answer before you’re pulling the door open, walking in and pushing it closed behind you. Yagi’s eyes snap to your figure, one eyebrow raised, his gaze immediately softening once he realizes who you are, “Princess? What are you doing here?” 

You grin at him giddily, walking closer to his desk as he takes off his glasses running a hand down his face before he’s looking up at you with tired eyes- the corner of his lips quirking up despite his exhaustion.

“Brought you lunch-” his heart swells in his chest, pushing his chair back as he stands and walks around the table to stand in front of you, bending down to give your lips the softest kiss, his hand caressing your cheek. “You didn’t have to, pretty.”

“I wanted to. Besides, I missed you so much Toshi,” he coos down at your words and plants another kiss on your forehead, “I know sweetie, ‘m gonna be home in a few hours, yeah? Then I’ll be all yours,”

“But I need you, now.” you pout, hands coming up to rest on his pecs, fingers sliding under the collar of his shirt to play with his blond chest hairs, and you bite back a smile at the tiniest shiver he gives. “Sweetheart..” before he can say anything else you’re clutching his hand and pulling him with you, pushing him back to sit on his office chair again, and he’s looking up at you, bewildered.

Then you’re trailing a hand from your thigh up to your belly, only you’re slowly lifting your dress as you go. His jaw goes slack once his eyes are met with your bare, glistening pussy, his neck turning red. You whimper, circling your hips around nothing, dropping your other hand to rub two fingers aaall over your folds, gathering up your slick on your fingers. “See? Told you I need you,”

And Yagi can't complain when you push your wet fingers in his mouth, his moan getting muffled as he stares at you with half lidded eyes, his already hard cock twitching at the sight of you, all pretty and ready for him<3

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[nikrei]

I was gonna make a long post about how much Ronnie's dad sucks but then he died so I was like, hmm, is this in bad taste? But then this happened!!:

(Fury of Firestorm Annual 1)

So now I don't feel bad anymore get fucked asshole.

Edward A Raymond is a Fucking Dick and a Bad Dad, a photo essay:

(FoF 17)

Starting back in the og Firestorm (1978) we learn that Eddie is a) a single father, b) never around, and c) totally impossible to please.

(Firestorm 1, 2)

He's authoritative, doesn't listen, feels bad about his shit afterwards but never changes his behavior. Its to point where Ronnie feels like he's never once made him smile:

(Firestorm 4)

Then in Firestorm 5 we learn that he's hiding something mysterious in his background when his coworkers tell Ronnie that he's only been a reporter for a few years, after he's told Ronnie all his life he's a reporter (technically true as of Fury of Firestorm, he was a reporter when Ronnie was born, but then went into witsec lite. I'm not sure if that was originally the plan for him back in og Firestorm tho).

In the unpublished, non canon issue 6 we get Eddie apologizing and trying to talk it out, only to blow up again when he learns that Ronnie was talking to his coworkers.

He makes zero appearances while Firestorm is a Flash backup feature, so lucky for him has no chance to be a huge disappointment.

Then in Fury of Firestorm he makes a super strong start with this:

(FoF 3)

Just, the added disrespect of doing this in front of Ronnie's friend, add insult to injury.

Ronnie rejoins the basketball team on sufferance and presumably he and his dad avoid each other until we get to:

(FoF 7) (please note the man smiling at his son for the first time while he doesn't know that its his son)

Then, when Ronnie goes to talk to him at work, on professor Steins advise, his dad doesn't even remember that he's on summer break. Then when the building is taken hostage we get this lovely exchange:

(FoF 7)

Your lives are in danger!! And you're sending your kid away over petty grievances?! What the fuck, man. After they do get separated and Ronnie saves the day as Firestorm, Eddie apologizes and promises to talk it out:

(FoF 7)

But man, its not really enough without him actually changing the ways that he behaves.

(FoF 11)

And if his kid is still scared of him by the time school has started up again, he really hasn't changed that much. Ronnie's friend is even shocked to realize that Eddy cares about him at all:

(FoF 13) (and here we see that Eddy has a temper problem with others as well)

And still we see that Eddy doesn't let his kid talk and doesn't listen when he does:

(FoF 15)

And! Then! He let's his kid think he's dead! Goes into witsec without him!! The boy is deffo not 18 yet!! He doesn't even think of the legal limbo that leaves him in (not to mention that Ronnie actually watches "him" get blown up (not that he realizes this cause he doesn't know Ronnie is Firestorm)).

And to make matters worse, the fuckin crime family that blew "Eddy" up deffo know that Ronnie is his kid and start going after him! They're just leaving him in the wind! Out in the open! He's fuckin bait!

Ronnie only finds out that his dad is still alive cause his girlfriend's cop dad starts pressuring people about it, and the Shine boss who's out to get them gets offed!

(FoF Annual 1)

In conclusion this guy is a dick, and even tho he knows he cares about his son, he let's his lingering trauma about his wife's death ruin their relationship. If he can't spend time with his kid, listen to him, treat him gently and be supportive, all his good feelings mean jack shit.

[astrangergivingthestrangewelcome]

Me thinking about Garak as a character and his traits and qualities: I think we can all agree that his journey is fundamentally compelling, but is he redeemable? Clearly from his actions in Our Man Bashir and Broken Link he hasn't changed that much and while I do stan him we should be smart about how we engage with his past fascist support and the Occupation

Me, thinking about Garak after watching Dukat do anything:

[deerestapologies]

5 times you called him by a pet name + one time he called you by a pet name

(Diluc + Zhongli x GN!Reader)

Diluc

1. "Oh, hey hon." You greet mildly.

The candles have begun burning a bit low, the long shadows making his pout even more obvious.

"I apologize, I was held up for longer than anticipated."

He produces a small bouquet from his coat, a cluster of wildflowers, and approaches like he's about to give an offering instead of a gift. He kneels by your chair, face stoic as usual, but you can see the worry and shame in his eyes.

You twirl the stems to absorb their delicate scent, and then carefully drop them in your water glass. You cup his face in your hands, and press a kiss to his brow.

"It's okay." You kiss his brow again, "I am not mad." You kiss his nose. "I am hungry though."

You laugh lightly at his rush to sit across from you. An evening eating cold roast was worth being able to spend it with him.

-

2. "I understand your frustration, but perhaps we had best move on." You place a hand on his crossed arms.

"Their behavior was unacceptable, especially for those who would call themselves knights."

The stubborn clench of his jaw tells you just how angry he is. The idiots were lucky to have only gotten the verbal bludgeoning earlier instead of the literal one he wanted to dish out.

"Yes, but you've already made them apologize, and they do seem repentant," the fool knights in training nod frantically, "so why not leave this mess for Kaeya, darling?"

He sighs, but loosens his posture to wrap a protective arm around you. The hell the Knights were going to catch for this was still to come, but at least no one lost any limbs. Yet.

-

3. Tucked into your pile of pillows, book in hand, you waited as you do most nights. Diluc had a late meeting scheduled after dinner, but he promised it was truly to do with the winery and not of the vigilante variety.

So you bide your time, until you hear his heavy boots come up the stairs.

"I'm home." He calls softly.

"Welcome back." You say just as softly.

He goes through the motions of undressing, refreshing himself, and redressing without missing a beat, but his posture seems wilted. You mark your page, and turn over the blanket for him.

"How did it go?"

He heaves a deep sigh, and crawls over to you. Pulling you close, he lays his head on your chest but doesn't say another word.

"Oh, sweetness." You embrace him, one hand holding his face and the other in his hair. "It's okay. I've got you."

-

4. You lengthen your steps, but the increased pace doesn't seem to deter the boy following you. He isn't dangerous per se, but his persistence is damned annoying.

"But, if you'll just listen," he jogs back up to your side, "I just need your help for a little while!"

"I am neither a Knight nor an Adventurer," you cut him off with a sharp wave of your hand, "And you have nothing I want. Now leave me be."

He sputters, "M-master Diluc said-"

As if he's had his tongue plucked out, he suddenly stops talking.

You turn around only to find Diluc himself, a stifling hand on the kid's shoulder. His face is a stoic mask as always, but his energy is thunderous.

"I agreed to help you out of deference to your mother, but you," You see the boy wince as the hand tightens, "failed to listen to a word I said. Harassing my staff and my partner has only earned you banishment from all of my properties. Now go, before I report you to the Knights as well."

You both stand stock still as the boy sprints from the winery back to Mondstadt proper.

"Your going to report him anyways, right?" You mumble, after he is just a speck on the horizon.

"Of course," He finally relaxes his stance to look at you, "Though I doubt Jean will be happy about it."

Your chuckle, already imagining her face when the letter reaches her desk. Heaving a sigh, just grateful for the problem to have moved on, you grab Diluc's hand.

"Thank you," You pull him into a tight hug, "for protecting me as always, angel."

-

5. You gently rap on the door frame to his office. He looks up from his work just long enough to give you a soft smile.

"I was wondering," You lean against the frame, avoiding actually entering lest you get sucked in as well, "If my dear husband was going to come to bed tonight?"

The bright lamp on his desk means you see his blush even from across the room. He huffs an embarrassed laugh, but starts shuffling paperwork into orderly piles.

"I hadn't realized the time, my apologies."

You hum, "It is understandable. But I cannot rest if you are not in bed with me."

You watch as he tucks away his tools, pulls his gloves off, and undoes the tie in his hair, all with a much to pleased smirk on his face.

He pulls you into a delicate, lingering kiss with a hand on your neck. The warmth of his skin makes you shiver. You lean into him, letting him wrap you in his arms.

He chuckles, "Well, I would hate to neglect my husbandly duties."

+

1. The lingering warmth from your bath and the softness of the sheets has you dozing in minutes. You toss a hand onto Diluc's side of the bed, wanting to be present when he comes to bed as well but the ache of a long day is catching up to you.

After several moments you feel a calloused hand grasp your own. You are too tired to properly see, but feel the dip as he climbs into bed.

Still holding your hand in a delicate grip, he presses a kiss to your palm, and then your cheek.

"Sleep, my love, I am here."

Zhongli

1. Zhongli re-enters the house not even ten minutes after leaving. He is patting down his jacket and looking about the entryway in wonder, and you can't help but chuckle.

"Forget something?"

"Yes," he plants his hands on his hips, "I can't seem to find my wallet. I could have sworn I remembered it this time."

You get up from where you were leisurely awaiting his return, and snag the 'disappearing' wallet from where he left it on the table.

"Not quite, old man." You wave it, teasing.

"Ah, of course."

Tucking it into the pocket of his jacket, you tug him closer to plant a kiss on his flushed cheek.

"My apologies, it seems I was a bit distracted this morning."

He tucks a piece of hair away from your face, gaze so blatantly loving you can't help but crash your lips against his. Damn whatever appointment he may have, he shouldn't be so handsome in your direction.

-

2. It is not every day you wake up before him, so you try to make the most of it. You prepare his clothes for the day, just so you can pick out your favorite of his shirts. You start a light breakfast, and brew an energizing blend of tea for both of your sake.

You spend some time simply waiting at the table, content to sip your tea and watch the morning birds.

When the soft shuffle of feet brings Zhongli into the kitchen, you stand up. He is mostly dressed, minus his tie and shoes, jacket loose around his shoulders.

You steer him to the table, and press a kiss to his cheek when seated.

He hums contentedly, still a bit sleepy, "Good morning."

You pour him a cup of tea as well, and his smile grows a bit wider. He tilts his head up, "Thank you."

You meet him half way, pressing a firm kiss to his mouth, "Of course dearest. Do you have anything pressing today?"

A hand comes to rest on your hip, preventing you from moving back to your seat.

"No, nothing more important than this."

-

3. Squished between the mattress and the press of his body, you couldn't imagine being more content. The warmth, the scent, the feel of his breath ghosting across your skin.

You run a reverent hand through his hair, spread loose over his back. It seems impossible for you to be this happy, like you would only read about in unrealistic fantasies.

Amber eyes are already watching you, when you open yours. His gaze is soft, unbearably so, so you look at the ceiling.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He answers it so easily, as if it is among the many universal truths that exist in his head.

"You must understand," You wet your nervous mouth, "I mean it. Truly, I love you."

You feel his head tilt in confusion, but power on, emotions spilling.

"You are my starlight. My life would be unimaginably dark without you. I am scared constantly by the sway you have over me, but I cannot stand the idea of living without you. I want be here with you, forever, no matter the cost."

You squeeze your eyes shut against the flood of tears that threaten to spill, waiting for his polite retreat. His body lifts off yours and you pull a shuddering breath in, unused to laying yourself bare in this way. He could end you now, destroy you by just walking away.

But you feel tremoring hands grasp your face, almost too tightly. He doesn't say a word, can't, but presses his forehead to yours.

-

4. "Zhongli?" You call into the empty hum of the parlor, hoping it will carry to his office. It's not far, but he gets absorbed in his work easily.

You lean out the door a bit, and try to project your voice more, "Hey, honey?"

The door to his office clicks open, and his head pokes out. "Do you need assistance?"

"Yes, please," you adjust the pile of books in your arms, "Would you mind grabbing this other pile? A client requested reference material from just about every era, and I don't think I have the wing span to carry all of it."

He presses a quick kiss to your head, and scoops up the remaining books with no problem.

"Of course, would you like me to relieve you of those as well?"

"Not a chance, show off, you're gonna have to deal with the doors."

As if to prove your point, he balances the stack in one hand to hold the front door open for you, smile only slightly smug.

-

5. Given how busy your lives were, and his propensity for letting time fly, you figured he would forget again. It would not be the first anniversary he forgot, and you imagine it wouldn't be the last.

It's not like you could hold it against him, especially not when he was so earnest and loving all year round.

So your surprise was genuine when he led you, dressed in his best, to a private booth at Liuli Pavilion.

The food was made by the head chef, as a show of gratitude for Zhongli's long patronage (you send a quiet thank you to Childe), and the service superb. The evening is relatively quiet, you converse as normal but with the additional soppiness that comes from acknowledging romance.

You are especially glad for the privacy when you cannot help but practically ravish the man over the table, his face being too handsome to bear just looking at.

Shortly after, he looks at you with burning eyes, and finally says, "I am quite full. Perhaps we should head home."

"That sounds perfect."

You continue to stare, sappy and sated, as he blindly pats at his pockets, equally unwilling to look away.

After several moments, it dawns on you, and then immediately on him.

You can't help it. You laugh. Hysterically, because no matter what Zhongli is Zhongli.

He's standing now, flustered like you've never seen, pacing the room as if his wallet would be anywhere but the table at home.

"This was not my intent." He huffs, "I had planned the evening meticulously."

"And it was lovely," You choke back another laugh, "But, sugar, you are not living this down for the rest of our lives!"

You are laughing as you pull out your own wallet, giggling uncontrollably as you hand over all the money on your person, and can barely walk you're so light headed when he leads you out the door.

He doesn't once let you go, from the pavilion's steps to your front door. Indulgent to the end, your man.

+

1. It is always a pleasant surprise when your errands overlap. Working nearly in conjunction makes it happen quite often, but still, it makes your day brighter.

You have just finishing bartering your lunch into existence when you spot Zhongli headed your way. Quickly, you slip the chef a few more mora to add another dish.

He is at your side in an instant, bringing your hand to his lips in that coquettish way he has.

"There you are," he lowers your hand but does not drop it, "I've been looking for you, treasure."

You twine your fingers together, relishing the warmth. You snug up to his side, taking the liberty of placing his hand on your hip just to see him blush.

"Have you now?"

"Always."

[currymariana]

The tear in my heart (Chapter 3)

Paring: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Detective Y/L/N is the youngest yet the most skilled detective in Gotham’s Police, being one of the few James Gordon trusts with Batman stuff. After some time working closely with the Bat, Y/N starts to get the vigilante’s attention. But there’s no way this would work right? Getting close to you as Batman wasn’t a possibility, but maybe he could take a chance as Bruce, right?

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Warnings: some swearing and my english

A/N: I know I said I would post it on friday, but to be honest... i don't have a good excuse... i just forgot. i'm sorry guys. just wanted to thank you all one more time for the feedback, i just love to see you guys are liking my baby... and i promise you chapter 4 is coming faster than this one did.

Also, tagging @hauntingsonofrobin since they asked (sorry i didn't reply but i just wanted to say i saw your reblog and i loved the things you said, thank you so much). And helped me remend to tell you guys that - let me know if you wanna be tagged or if i should do i tag list or something

That’s definitely not how you were expecting your visit to the Wayne Manor to go. You were just supposed to go there to clean your conscience apologizing for your previous behavior. Not to talk about dead parents or run out of his house like a fugitive after having denied him. But that just didn’t make any sense. Like no sense at all. Bruce Wayne is literally out of nowhere asking you out.

Here are the things that went through your mind in the brief 5 seconds between his question and your answer.

We only knew each other for 2 days

All the time we spent pinning and not getting along like.. at all.

He doesn't know me, I don't know him.

This does not make any sense.

C’mon this guy dates top models every week. What is he doing asking ME out?

Wait… every week…

He has a different girl almost every week.

He is a stupid playboy after all.

Yeah... I’m not gonna be one of those girls. Another girl on Bruce Wayne’s achievement list

There is no reason for me to accept it.

I’m not looking for a relationship. Not even a one-night stand

Especially not with him.

That’s it Y/N, just say no nicely and leave quickly. Be professional.

Of course, he is a handsome guy, and despite the problems you had have been resolved you could make a list of reasons not to accept it, and sure it would be at least 20 items.

On your way back to the station you couldn't stop thinking about it. You were okay before with being rude to Mr. Wayne when he was rude to you as well, and it was easier when you just assumed he was an arrogant playboy. But now that you just solved things out, you’re just hoping you hadn't been rude or something… you don’t know… it was never easy to turn a guy down when he asks you nicely, actually, you just don't like to make people sad.

But maybe I should not think too much of myself. Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s prince. The Bruce Wayne. Wouldn't be sad about you rejecting him right? He would just laugh a little and move on. Maybe he just wanted to try something different, maybe he never dated a cop before. Maybe he was just joking with you. Yeah… he wouldn't be sad about it. So no worries. You should just forget it. When you tell Andrea and Jim in no time you’ll be laughing about it, and you could now tell your grandchildren the story of how you rejected Bruce Wayne…

That’s probably the end of your interactions with the billionaire anyway. Hopefully, you would never have to deal with him again. You should just get back to work, complete your night shift, and… maybe... hopefully you could run into someone wearing a cape and a cowl right?

That night your shift ended with just some occurrences… and there was no exciting case, there was no Batman… actually there was nothing worth keeping you distracted enough. Not that you wanted something bad to happen just to keep you busy, but it seems like the nights you needed the most are exactly the nights the bad guys in Gotham decide to be quiet. After that, you just went straight home and slept the whole day.

On the next day…

You are on your way to another shift. After a very well-deserved rest. It was like that every time you got a new case. You practically lived at the station and didn’t get a lot of sleep until you solved it. Jim hated it. He was always giving you speeches about how you should take care of yourself too, how a normal person doesn't ingest the amount of coffee and sugar that you did. And jokes that if you don’t die from being reckless in a case, you will die before your fifties from health problems caused by trying to solve them.

Of course, you always ignore him and tell him not to worry about it. That you can take care of yourself. But he can’t help but worry and scold you like an old father. And you are truly glad to know that you have someone to take care of you. Not that you're gonna let him know that.

Before going to the station you decided to stop by the cafe. Get some coffee, a muffin, and chat with Andrea. You still didn’t have the chance to tell her about what happened. She would kill you for sure. No, she would scream at you first, call you stupid, and only then... she would kill you.

What's the biggie on having a one night with a handsome rich guy? You had worse.

Even if he only wanted you as the girl of the week, or the night or whatever. You didn't want a relationship anyway, so if you were only having occasional sex with random guys sometimes, why don’t have it with one who is worth it.

You could hear her words echoing in your mind even before you tell her. Even with all the talking, you knew she would make you laugh about it. You were excited to tell her.

But just as you were getting closer to the coffee shop you looked through the huge glass window and you saw a familiar back. A huge back, beautiful black hair, and an unmistakable overcoat.

OUT OF ALL THE COFFEE PLACES IN GOTHAM… seriously?

Nice… Bruce Wayne was in the coffee shop peacefully sitting on a table and talking to Andrea like they had been friends for years (probably her doing anyway). Not only has he tormented you for the past two days, but now he is preventing you from getting your favorite coffee and talking to your friend. To be fair he wasn't preventing you from anything you were just not in the mood to deal with him at all. Especially after what happened yesterday.

Even if what you were thinking is true and he wasn’t upset at all about your rejection yesterday. You weren't in the mood to deal with it. To have an awkward conversation, trying to do small talk in order to be polite. You wanted to never have to deal with him again, keep things civil. Gotham is a big city, so you can do that. Starting now. You decided to turn around and head to the station.

You could have coffee from the coffee machine and talk to Andrea later. So to avoid stress. You decided to skip the coffee shop daily visit for today.

Bruce had been sitting at that table for half an hour and had no sight of you yet. He knew you went there almost every day, not in a creepy way or anything. He just has known you for 2 years now and he could use some of his batman knowledge in Bruce’s favor, right?

Not even himself knows what the hell he is doing here.

This is ridiculous.

He let out a frustrated buff and ran his hands in his face. He had other things to do, bigger things to worry about. Still, he couldn't explain why he was spending 30 minutes of his day drinking coffee in a local cafe, waiting to see a girl. A girl that by the way had rejected him.

Indeed, he is ridiculous.

Cause after what felt like the biggest internal conflict of his life, he decided to give him a chance and ask you out, but... of course, that didn’t mean you would give him a chance. After maybe ten seconds that you left, he realized how stupid he was. Why would you accept a date with him? He is a guy you know for two days and in those two days, you had done nothing but fight and be rude at each other.

Maybe some girls would accept it anyway, after all... he was Bruce Wayne. But you weren't those girls. And now he was worried you were probably thinking that he was so full of himself that he thought this about you.

Honestly, what were you expecting Bruce? Just because you ask a girl out doesn't mean she has to accept it. I should just go home, get ready for patrol. Stop being stupid. You tried and she said no, so just let go. The girl said no Bruce. Do not humiliate yourself like that.

He already got a “No! Thank you” but it looks like he is looking for the humiliation, cause after 30 minutes and he realized that you weren't going to the coffee shop that evening, he could just go home. Take it as a sign that he should let go. Still, he finds himself entering the station with an extra coffee in hand.

In his head - he couldn't just let go. He had come too far to give up now without trying. Just one last shoot, then he would give up and get back to the idea of a lonely life of a vigilante.

“Excuse me! Can I help Sir?” a girl sitting at the front desk greeted him, but only after a few seconds she seemed to realize who he is, and here it goes... “Oh my God! You're Bruce Wayne!” she said, shockingly, and he just smiled gently used to the unwanted attention.

“Yeah.. yeah that’s me,” he said giving the girl a charming smile “I’m looking for Detective Y/L/N. Has she arrived yet?” he added turning his look to look around the faces who were around him searching for yours.

“Oooh, yes yes. She is here! She is probably in her room! I can take you there” she said, already getting up. That wasn’t the usual procedure, she should ask what he wanted with you first, then call you to the front desk. Definitely not take him to your room. Sometimes he hated the special way people treated him… right now… it didn't felt so bad.

“No no, please! You don’t have to do that!” he said, stopping the young girl before she could lead him inside the station. “I can just wait here!”

“There's no problem at all!” she said, shaking her hands and heading to the door that separated the front room and the actual inside of the station. “C’mon I can take you there” she said pointing with her head for him to follow her. Bruce just opted on nodding and following the girl. They entered the big room and suddenly all eyes were on him, he could hear whispers and people asking what Bruce Wayne was doing at the police station and other things similar.

Funny how he had been here so many times trespassing to get some file or something like to talk to Gordon or with you, and now he was walking around freely and even felt welcomed.

That's it… until his eyes met yours. You weren’t in your office, you were talking to some colleague in front of his table when you notice a commotion around the room and when you turned to see what was it about. You meet with Bruce Wayne, being led by Alice around the station, and receiving attention like he was a celebrity or something. If a look could kill, Bruce would drop dead in that second.

When Bruce noticed that you noticed him he tried to give you a kind smile, but your face wasn't showing a very welcomed expression, really, it looked like you were about to grab the gun on your waist and shoot him right now. Maybe showing up at your workplace wasn’t his brightest idea.

“That she is” the girl exclaimed a little too loud and pointed at you. Bruce nodded and thanked her before she returned to her spot and he started making a short way toward you. When people around noticed that his reason to be there was you, after Alice, not-soo discrete expression, you were now the center of attention. Right now you were just hoping the floor would open under your feet and you could just disappear.

You decided to act professional and go see what the hell that man wants so you dismiss your coworker and head to him meeting him halfway.

“Hello, Mr. Wayne! How Can I help you?” you said giving him your best fake smile. You were in your workplace and all eyes were on both of you, so even if you want to tell him to fuck off you wouldn't do it right now.

“Hey!! aaan… I brought you coffee” he spoke weirdly and extending his hand with the coffee to you, you looked at him with a mix of confusion/angry look. He was already regretting all his life decisions. “ Your friend, the barista, said you didn’t take yours today and that you do that every day” he said trying to explain himself seeing that you weren’t taking the coffee of his hand

“And you assumed it would be nice to show up at my workplace to give it to me?” you said sarcastically and he just awkwardly nodded his head

“Yeaaah, actua-”

“I already had coffee Mr. Wayne, thank you very much!” you said cutting him “But if you are not here to report some occurrence, I suggest you leave” you said straight to the point and pushing his hand gently closer to his body rejecting the coffee he offered. And preparing to leave his presence.

“WAIT!” he said louder what ended up calling everybody attention mere than already was before, Bruce noticed all eyes on you two (they weren't even trying to be discrete about their looks and comments) “I can talk to you please?” he said politely and quiet looking right in the eyes. “somewhere else?” he added turn his eyes to the curious looks and you did the same

You muffled frustrated and nodded before answering him “Okay! Follow me please” and you started leading him to your small office. Getting there you closed the door and the windows to avoid curious eyes.

It was never so hard to avoid someone in a big city like Gotham. Why he couldn't just leave you alone? Ask a model or a ballerina to a date instead, but here he was showing up in your workplace, dragging unwanted attention and wasting your time. You wish you could just dump him right there, but you didn’t want to be the new gossip of the station of the month.

“What do you want?” you spoke angrily, now without so many eyes on you, you felt okay beeing rude again.

“I just want to talk,” he replied, looking at your mess and looking for a place to seat but there was only one chair, filled with papers on it so he just decided to stay stand

“And my workplace is the best place to do it?” you asked cocking your head and crossing your arms

“I went to the coffee shop earlier but you didn’t show up,” he answered trying to justify himself “It was your friend's idea to bring you coffee here,” he said offering you the coffee again but this time you decided to take it. (truth is.. you really wanted that coffee, the coffee of the station is awful, you were regretting not going to the coffee shop earlier)

"Andrea 's?" you said doubtful “You talked to her?

“Yeah!” he said trying to hold a smile when he saw you start drinking the coffee “I didn't tell her about me asking you out and you saying no if is that what you are worried about” he continued giving a long pause while you just enjoyed your coffee “But is about that I wanted to talk to you now”

“What? The great Bruce Wayne can’t take a “No” for an answer?” you said mocking him

“That’ not it” he answered frustrated “I just wanted to know why”

“Why? I don’t need to give you a reason. I just don’t wanna go out with you”

Damn you were right! A girl doesn't have to have a reason to reject someone. Even if you had as many reasons as you did, you didn’t owe him an explanation.

He hated how he sounded like an arrogant prick, like one of those guys who can’t just accept that a girl doesn't want him. And he knew he sounded exactly like that and that’s exactly what you think of him. The truth is he was just trying so hard to not let that be your last interaction with Bruce, and that was the only way he knew how. Even if he seemed like an asshole, now that he had you outside Batman's life he couldn't let go. He could give just one more shot.

“Okay then…” he declared clapping his hand once “Have a nice day detective” he completed getting ready to leave the room

“Wait” you stopped him on his way to the door confused about what just happened. The guy just ask you out yesterday, goes to your favorite coffee shop (probably hoping to meet you there) then brings you coffee at your workplace saying he wanted to talk to just leave like that. “That’s it?” you said expressing your thoughts and he looked confused to you “You came all your way here to that?’

“Well… I came to ask you again. I was hoping to hear your reasons and see if I could convince you or something... I don’t know” he said putting his hands on his front pockets

“And you can’t anymore?” what are you doing Y/N? just let go, is that what you wanted right? to him to leave you alone

“If you just don’t want to... there is nothing I can do” he said smiling, Bruce couldn't believe you were going with this conversation. He presumed that was it and was ready to go, still, here you are.

“Just for you to know… I have reasons. Lots of them actually”

“Well can you tell me them? Maybe I can convince you to still go out with me” he said giving you a side smirk

You couldn't… not all of them at least. Since some of them were related to your insecurities. Like…

I’m not a model, or rich, or famous. What would someone like Bruce Wayne date someone like me? My last relationship didn't end very well.

“We barely know each other” it was the first and more obvious one that you could think about, you couldn't go out with a guy you barely knows and couldn't see a reason for him to ask you to if he didn’t know you either.

“Yeah... That won't change unless you give it a chance” he justified right way, taking a step closer to you

“And... I don’t like people like you” you gave him another reason, indeed, it doesn't matter if you didn’t know him that much, you know his kind, and they were all the same.

“How are people like me exactly?” he spoke cocking his head and taking another step closer.

“Well… you know like a guy who wears clothes more expensive than a common car. Or who expend more money than my yearly salary on parties. Someone who has a different girl on his arms every week. That asks a girl he barely knows out, that is pretty sure she will say yes because - what kind of stupid girl would say ‘no’ to Bruce Wayne right?”

“And how do you know that?” he said crossing his arms and taking a step closer to you, now he was pretty close but keeping a comfortable distance, you realized that all this time since the begging of this weird conversation of you he is trying extra hard to not make you uncomfortable, he doesn't need to get closer, the tension is already noticeable. “After all ‘we barely know each other’ right?” he gave you a side smile using your own words against you.

“Well…I don’t need to go on a dinner to know that”

“But maybe you could learn there is more than that” he added right away and you stood silence for a while. Damn he was good. It seems like he always knows what to say.

He noticed your silence, and realise you were taking your time to think of some return, and took take as an opportunity to take his final shot.

“So here is a proposal...” he exclaimed suddenly, you looked at him confused and he continued “What if I take you to one dinner? Just one… No commitment. Just two soon-to-be friends, going on a dinner to get to know each other-”

“Soon-to-be friends? You think too highly of yourself Mr. Wayne.” you interrupted him and said sarcastically

He decided to ignore your comment and continued “And the moment you decided to end... we do! And if you don’t like how it went... we just go back to being strangers”

“Just one night?” you asked intrigued he nodded “And you promise to never bother me again?” he nodded again.

You looked at him right in the eye.

He was good. Think about it Y/N. If you just accept it you can go out, have a nice dinner in a fancy restaurant you can’t afford and leave right after, plus he won’t bother you again. So you get a free fancy meal and get rid of Bruce Wayne.

“Okay”

“What?” he sounded incredulous

“I said ‘Okay’” you said, only now getting a step back “I’m only free on Wednesday, is that okay with you?”

Poor Bruce, he couldn't hide his excitement. He was smiling like a fool and cursing at himself to let it show so easily. He couldn't believe it worked. He knew that you only accepted to get rid of them, that you would do your best to end the night earlier. So he should make it worth it.

“Yes… yes! It’s more than okay!” he said taking a step back too, but he bumped on that chair filled with papers resulting in the chair falling and causing a huge mess in your already messed little office “Oh God! I’m so sorry” he crouched to get the chair back in place and started nervously gathering some papers off the floor trying to clean up his mess.

“It’s okay!” and almost at the same time, you crouched too. Only a few seconds helping him pick up your papers you didn’t realize how close you two were, but Bruce definitely did.

When you look, you meet with his eyes already on you. You couldn't help but study his face for a few seconds. Wow, he really is handsome. Not that you haven’t noticed it yet, but now beeing so close you kind of understand all the fuss about him. But there is something else you can’t quite put, you felt a familiar feeling looking at him this close. You must have stared too much only breaking your stare when you heard him clean his throat.

“So…Wednesday night, hum? At 7? Is it okay?” he said getting up and you followed him. And his stared were now fixed on the floor like he was avoiding looking at you.

“Yeah! Seven is great” you said nodding your head. He just smiled and started making his way toward the door. Stopping with his hand on the doorknob and before turning it and leaving he looked at said giving you a charming smiling.

“So, see you on Wednesday detective!”

Chapter 4

well... in my opinion... things are starting to get interesting now!! This chapter was supposed to be so much smaller, originally it didn't have Bruce's thoughts but I got carried away and added it hehe.

Hope you liked it and let me know what you think + if you want to be tagged

[liljungie]

Young Blood | Mafia AU

▸Pairing : Jimin ↮ Reader ↮ Taehyung.

▸ ！warnings！= agnst × SMUT (kinda)

▸Word count: 5k

▸ Part Four : ❝ Ties that bind pt.2 ❞

Part One| Part Two | Part Three

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A/N : you have no idea how much I appreciate you guys. I'm so thankful for each and everyone who takes the time to read this specific story your support leaves me speechless I hope I never disappoint you.

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You sigh as you put away the phone you turn to look at your daughter, she was still eating so you decided to go make her bed and tidy up around. You and jimin decided to meet up tomorrow morning he said taehyung assigned him a job he has to take care of today so your runaway plan had to be postponeded, if you were honest you felt like jimin was hesitating..yes he was the one who proposed the idea but you feel like he's starting to back out of it not that he said anything on the phone. But you can tell.

You loved him for so long and there was no one out there who knows him better than you do. You walk back downstairs to see taehyung sitting on the chair beside Luna's one arm was around her and the other was softly tracing her cheek. He had a small smile on his face as he talks to her. It was coherent to you. You weren't sure if you wanted to reveal yourself or not so you stayed where you are watching them from afar. Taehyung giggles as Luna embraces him and he tells her he loves her so much.

Seeing them like that tugged on your heart strings. Although taehyung was an asshole...he was still her dad. Did you really have the heart to rip her away from him? What's going to happen to him without Luna around? To him his world revolves around her, he's fighting his father to keep her safe. From what vivian told you. you think you can just up and leave with her like that...that easily? Yes Jimin loves Luna but no one can replace Taehyung. After all Blood is thicker than water...

You sigh as you make your way to the kitchen, you needed to bathe Luna before nighttime so she doesn't get sick like last summer, when taehyung saw you he stood up. You can tell he was hesitant to speak to you you ignore him tho as you picked Luna up "come on bath time" you say walking away with her in your arms. then he cleared his throat "I need to speak to you...please" you turned and looked at him and he held this look in his eyes you knew it was urgent so you nodded "I'll be in my office" he smiles briefly you can see how his eyes landed on the marks on your neck his face fell then he walked past you. He seemed so upset.

You furrow your eyebrows questioning his behavior mentally but taehyung is taehyung and you'll never figure him out. So you didn't think much about it. Probably another argument match. You placed Luna in the tub and filled it with warm water and bubbles "can I play for longer?" She asks with puppy eyes after awhile you sigh "not right now baby, dad wants to talk to me okay?" She pouts and looks away gathering her toys and putting them away as you rinse her hair with water before turning off the faucets grabbing her towel and wrapping her up with it while she was standing in the tub then you picked her up swiftly you sing along to a rhyme she was singing.

Finally she was dressed, hair brushed. you placed her on the couch and laid a blanket on her "I'll be right back so you can help me cook lunch okay?" You kiss her forehead as she nods. You walk away. nervousness take over you as your feet take you towards his office. You knock on the oak door and wait for him to let you in. You hear a faint 'come in'. You push the door open then close it behind you. not stepping further into the office incase he acts up. You can still runaway before he grabs you. Better safe than sorry you thought.

He looks up at you as you stand still your back pressed against the door. He sighs and lays back into his chair "please sit..." he sighs  "I'm comfortable like this.." he runs his temple "_____ please! Sit..." you roll your eyes and take a seat on a chair that was close to the door. Just incase. You weren't gonna deny it. You feared taehyung. Especially after last night.

He sighs "first of all I want to apologize for yesterday...I never meant to hurt you" your ears perked up at his words...did taehyung just apologize? No you were definitely dreaming. "It's just...I'm going through a lot right now...it's too much on me...for the first time ever I feel...beaten by my burdens" taehyung says as you stare at him.

Never in all those years you were married he ever sat down and vented his burdens with you. "I called vivian last night and she told me that you knew about my father wanting to take Luna in for training" you gulp as you nod your head. he nods "I want you to know that I'm filing a restraining order against him...my own father" he scoffs looking away from you biting his lip.

"it's so...weird...this is the first time I stood up for myself...it took me years to be able to do that and I did it in a court infront of a judge and everything" he laughs but you knew it was one of those sad laughs. "my father was so strict with me and so firm...he didn't feel like a father to be honest...he was a mentor...a teacher but in the worst way possible..instead of telling me to get up and fix my mistakes he used to beat me up for getting them wrong...he kept saying that 'a real man is never wrong and never makes mistakes'" he laughs again rolling his eyes.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line when you hear him take a deep breath. "...then you came" he smiles looks at you briefly before he looks away "I still remember the feeling I got when I saw you walk through the entrance behind him...you looked so pretty but you were so sad and scared...you mirrored me in every way except my family was alive and present...I never understood you when you wished your parents were still alive because I wanted mine dead...and I know you did too..my father was tough on both of us"

"The only good thing your father did was take me in after my family was slaughtered right infront of my eyes...without him I would have been god knows where" you wipe away your tears. Flashes of that incident play in your head.

Taehyung took careful steps than sat on the same couch you were sat on."I'm really glad he did that" he softly smiles holding your gaze. "after you started living with us I became happier..." you look up at him shocked "but you hated me.." you tell him shaking your head "no I never could...I tried...but no- I- I was jealous" he says avoiding your eyes "jealous?" You ask confused.

"You were good at everything...my father praised you countless times and I just wished he praised me once...even now I still think he prefers you over me" you shake your head "taehyung you're his son...I could never replace you" you say softly "besides I'm not sure I appreciate him wanting to take my daughter away from me"

"I won't ever let him" taehyung turns to you "that I can promise you" he smiles at you reassuringly you look away from him. "_____ I'm so sorry" he whispers enough for you to hear he inches closer to you. You freeze not knowing how to act. You feel him move your hair away from your neck. He traces your neck softly you wince from the pain but you don't move away. Liking the feeling of him being close.

"I'm a monster..." he whispers your eyes look into his and you can see the tears form in his eyes as he tries to hold them in "I don't deserve you...I don't deserve Luna...I'm just like him!" His head hangs low a he covers his face, your heart aches...no...taehyung wasn't like his father at all...you knew deep down he wasn't...you just didn't know how to handle him.You lift up his chin "You're not" you reassure him your voice is so tender and soft on his ears.

He feels the floor beneath him crumple and shake. He places his hand on your cheek softly as his finger graze your bottom lip and without a warning his lips were locked with yours.

You melt into the kiss letting your body take over your conscious. You kiss him back then he pulls you closer. His hands tug on your thighs then he lifts you up placing you on his lap as he sucks and bites on your lip. "Oh how much I've craved this.." he gronas pulling you closer. "What kind of a wife are you huh? Leaving your husband with blue balls for years" he taunts playfully you giggle. He flips you over so now you were laying on the couch and he was on top of you smirking "I want nothing more than to devour you now" he whispers against your skin. He leaves a trail of kisses on your neck and after every peck he says sorry. Your body was on fire. Maybe because you haven't had this type of contact in years. "Please taehyung" you beg. his knee was pressing against your burning core. You grind against it out of frustration not handling the heat. "Hmmm? What can I do for you princess?" He kisses the top of your head as he devilishly moves his knee up and down on your entrance. Teasing you.

"God fuck...fuck me please" you whimper. He laughs above you knowing that you were near the edge. He captures your lips again helping you get through your orgasm as it rips out of you.

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By the time you and taehyung finish showering it was late in the afternoon. You tiptoe to the living room to see Luna right where you left her. She was sound asleep cuddled up with a pillow. You sigh in relief that she didn't wake up to any sounds you and taehyung were making. You feel arms wrap around your torso and you lean back against taehyung as he glances over your shoulder to look at Luna briefly. "This is really nice" he closes his eyes feeling in content as he holds you close to him and sway from side to side with you in his arms.

His hair was still wet and it was dripping on your shoulder. You hated to ruin the mood but your mind couldn't stop racing. Although you weren't with Jimin...why did it feel like you were cheating on him?

"Taehyung?" You ask he hums a yes you sigh "there's something you should know" you hesitate to speak but it was now or never. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?-" you cut him off giggling slightly "no no- everything is okay...for now. but I umm need to tell you this" he pulls away from you turning you to face him. "Then what's up?" He smiles.

"Me and jimin were in a relationship...while I was apart of the mafia" he smiles bitterly "I sensed something between you two but I never said anything..." "yeah well that night when I came to your office and we um first did it...it was out of spite"at that he pulled his arms away from you "I shouldnt'v I know... but me and jimin fought pretty bad that night and I just couldn't take it" taehyung seems to be shocked by all of this new information.

He looked hurt."So...you never meant for anything to happen between us?" he asks "No-but I don't regret it either...Luna means the world to me" you tell him "do you love me _____?" He asks and that's when your world seemed like it stopped. Truth is. Jimin consumed every part of you that left no place for anyone else. Until Luna came and took a half of your heart but the rest was all for Jimin.

You not answering taehyung's question was an answer it self. Taehyung knew. He knew all along. But that small crush on you turned into much bigger and he couldn't help it from the moment he saw you walk through the mansion door. He fell in love.... he couldn't stop it from growing either.

You think back to how it all started. You stood behind Mr.kim sniffling. As his son and wife made their way towards you "______ this is my son, Taehyung" you shyly look up at him and you notice his small boxy smile he secretly offered before he turned cold. Afraid of being seen smiling by his father. It weirded you out.

Then his mother took you in her arms mumbling comforting words and rambled on and on about how you won't ever be alone. The lies. Even though you became apart of their family. All you felt was loneliness. taehyung changed through the years. He wasn't as welcoming as he used to be so that's when you turned to Jimin and all you ever knew was him. He'd make fun of how you were adopted by a mafia gang leader and how cliche it was. That only made you love him more. That he didn't give you special treatment nut still made you feel special... you couldn't really explain it but it made your heart skip. So much of your time was spent with jimin. You both went through a lot together that taehyung won't ever be compared.

And when you grew up you two became partners which only led you to be more closer to him. And more connected. Eventually your childish crush turned into real feelings. And here you are. Still in love with someone you didn't end up with.

"Taehyung I'm sorry-" you began to say he cuts you off "do you still love him?" your head hangs low "-i don't know" you lie. Were you really going to confess your love for another man infront of your man? And the cherry on top of all this mess is you have a child with someone who you don't love.

Taehyung isn't blood related to you. But the circumstances you were in for some years made him feel like a brother to you. You cringe when you remember the things you just did with him. But you're not going to lead taehyung on like that...not anymore. Nor did you want to cheat on him.

He scoffs walking away from you but he walks back and faces you "then why did you agree to marrying me?" You sigh. There was no going back. Besides you knew he'll ask questions "because Luna would be protected..I couldn't protect her on my own I won't be able to" you say slowly. To say you felt like a bitch was an understatement.

"I can't believe this...I just...wow" he laughs while shaking his head. His face expression is undesirable "we just had sex...and you didn't think of telling me earlier than that?" You wince and look away from him "you could have pushed me off or walked out of my office but you stayed...you begged me to-" "I know!" You cut him off not bearing to hear the end of that sentence"I know that!"

"Which is why I'm confused-" you sigh "you're unpredictable...I can't figure you out..do you think I didn't want this to work? I wanted it to. for Luna's sake but I can't when you don't put any effort" you argue taehyung only stares at you "I do put effort-" he argues back "I meant with me...you never been affectionate towards me until now" he rolls his eyes "that is bullshit and you know it...I tried to. Multiple times on multiple occasions and you always pushed me away" he says pacing infront of you as he tells you "you were drunk taehyung...you know what happened last time we had sex drunk!"

"Yes you gave birth to my child..I get it- quit blaming me for it- it took the two of us!" He says louder and you flinch. You stay quiet. Defeated "I can't do this...I won't do this! I already have enough at stake" he scoffs "sort yourself out ______ because you don't know what you want and I refuse to be dragged down along with you...someone of us need to put their head on their shoulders or my father any second could bust through our home right now and take our child from us then we run like headless chickens"

Taehyung walks away slipping on his coat "I won't stop you if you choose Jimin...but my daughter stays with me do you understand?" He says over his shoulder before opening the front door then shutting it after him. Leaving you speechless and confused.

You sigh. Sliding against the wall. Your fingers brush through your hair as you slightly tug on. All that thinking all those thoughts were driving you crazy. Should you stay with a man who is the father of your child? Or should you go after another who isn't even chasing you? But you knew you couldn't be selfish while making a decision. Having a daughter made your choice a lot more difficult.

It's either your happiness or Luna's future.

[Tell me if you're enjoying this au so far so I keep updating it:)]

[maybeshesnaped]

You're perfectly within your rights not to like Snape, not even find him good, but I do have to say that a character assessment has to be based on canon reality rather than popular belief, that, after all, is only conjecture. And yeah, calling Snape an abusive supremacist does not consist of canon reality.

Snape never abused any students. Yeah he was a major, major dick to them. He was unfair, petty, harsh, he picked favorites, he was unnecessarily mean towards them. But all of that falls into the category of a bully and a mean teacher; not an abuser. So you can hate him for being that!

Testament to that is how we can see there are no long term effects on any of them, as abuse often has. Dolores left her mark on Harry. She was abusive. Snape actually never harmed any student. There are instances where he actually protected them from harm (2 examples: he stunned Flitwick so that Hermione and the others would stay with him and not get tangled up in the fight with the Death Eaters before Dumbledore's death, he sent Ginny and Co to detention with Hagrid so they didn't end up tortured by the Carrows).

As for Neville's boggart, which is what every anti always mentions as proof of Snape being abusive, it has to be understood that it doesn't mean Neville feared Snape more than his parents' tormentors, for example. Hermione's boggart was failing her exams, ie failure in general. Do you think she feared that more than, say, the death of her loved ones? Harry's boggart was the dementors, because at the time they affected his life more than Voldemort. A boggart works in that way. It only depicts what we fear at the moment. Neville's boggart, in the form of Snape, represented the feeling Snape caused him: inadequacy. Just like McGonagall telling Hermione she failed her classes, represents her fear of (academic) failure in general. Neville was a fragile little boy whose life at the moment had Snape making it difficult. His boggart was his mean teacher, and that doesn't mean that Snape was more scary to him than the Lestranges, it only means that at that point Snape had more effect in his life than they did. I don't condone Snape's behavior as a teacher, especially towards Neville. But it wasn't abuse, abuse is much more severe than making students angry and uncomfortable.

Admittedly Snape was an awful teacher. If he was mine I'd hate him for sure. But a line has to be drawn between abuse and mean spirited behavior.

As for the supremacy, there's much that can be said as well but I think I've already tired you with my long ass answer. I'm only gonna mention only a few key points to make mine.

There are 2 reasons why Snape would be considered a supremacist, and only in his past; not in his adult life, since he then prohibited Phineas Nigellus from saying the word mudblood, a clear indication on JK's part that he didn't subscribe to that ideology.

1: He called Lily a mudblood. Well, he did this awful thing while in a moment of pain and weakness (he was hung mid air and humiliated in front of the whole school) during which he wanted to appear strong and not in need of a girl's help. What's important here is that he felt bad about it and insisted on apologizing. An apology Lily had no obligation to accept, but an apology nonetheless. These are not the sentiments of a true racist; guilt and effort to apologize about it.

2. He joined the Death Eaters. All I'm gonna say is, it doesn't take a supremacist to join that group. JK Rowling said of that: "Given his time over again he would not have become a Death Eater, but like many insecure, vulnerable people (like Wormtail) he craved membership of something big and powerful, something impressive."

Doesn't sound like he was a true supremacist. It sounds like he was a young impressionable kid who was groomed into joining his only friends in a group that promised him protection and power. There's no indication that he felt he was superior to muggle-borns. If you are interested in exploring this point of view, I wrote this post for ocassions such as this. In no way am I saying that it's okay to be a Death Eater. I'm only saying that sometimes, esp at a young age, people make mistakes. And as long as they try to make up for them, as Snape did, it's OK.

Anyway, my point is, hate Snape all you want, you have valid reasons for it. Him being an abusive supremacist, does not consist of a valid reason to me, and many others, and in this post my only purpose is to bring to light the opposing arguments. 🙃

snater: Snape was obsessed with Lily, he didn’t lo-

me: okay but JK Rowling, the woman who wrote the freaking character, has said that Snape was capable of love, and that he protected Harry out of *love* for his mother

me: she also said that a patronus changes only if it’s eternal love, part of you forever, and Snape’s patronus presumably changed to Lily’s for that same reason

me: and let’s not forget the fact that Harry James Potter mentions in his final battle with Voldie that Snape “loved his mother since they were children”

me: I mean are you really gonna go against Harry, the woman’s son on this one

me: and are you really gonna side with Voldemort’s opinion, the man incapable of understanding love, who thought it was merely ‘desire’

snater: well-

me: you understand why there’s no basis in saying that Snape never loved Lily and was only obsessed or lustful or whatever?

snater: