#I do not care if he is creepy my son deserves happiness

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It's increasingly obvious to me that most Marika-Woobiefiers are "Gamers Bros" or AMAB because they have clearly never felt maternal instinct even once in their life

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Can I ask why you like James? Everything he and his friends did are toxic male traits. They deserved to be expelled for how they treated Snape. All that guy wanted to do was study and spend time with the girl he loved. Snape shouldn’t have called her a mudblood but that was provoked by James. That guy had ruined Snape’s future and made him turn to the dark arts. How can you support someone like that?. Lily was in love with Snape and I’m certain James snuck a love potion to her or manipulated her into thinking Snape was evil. Snape deserved a happy ending with Lily, and he would have been a better father to Harry than James ever could have. Unfortunately, James arrogant and bullying personality rubbed off on his son. I don’t get how you people can like character like that. Snape deserved Lily because he loved her more than James ever could have.

Is this 2015 Quora?

Well, I meant to get some writing done, but there's always the afternoon, I suppose. I can never resist an opportunity to ramble about my favourite characters!

Can I ask why you like James?

Sure you can (case in point) but why do you care? Do I know you? Do you read my writing? It doesn't seem like it, because he has a central role in it, often highlighted with tags such as "James Potter is a Little Shit", so you'd have an idea already. You're probably just asking to distract me from writing more fic about him. Slightly bothersome, but ultimately beneficial to my essay-writing skills.

Everything he and his friends did are toxic male traits.

As a pharmacist, I will tell you that the dose makes the poison. Anything can be toxic if you take enough of it.

They deserved to be expelled for how they treated Snape.

They did die in the end, which I understand is not as good a punishment as being expelled, but it will have to do.

All that guy wanted to do was study and spend time with the girl he loved.

Spending time with the girl you love is only a nice and honourable thing if she also wants the same thing. If she tells you she's not interested, it's creepy and disgusting.

Snape shouldn’t have called her a mudblood but that was provoked by James.

I fail to understand how a boy who can't even begin to utter the word and is obviously smitten with a girl, can convince another boy to call that same girl a racial slur. It seems rather counterintuitive.

That guy had ruined Snape’s future and made him turn to the dark arts.

Okay listen, I know that working with teens can be a pain sometimes but overall getting a job with tenure at the most prestigious magic school of Britain at the age of 19 is hardly a ruined future. I have many friends who would turn to the dark arts for it.

How can you support someone like that?

Well, he's hot and I have a thing for arrogant smart-arses.

Lily was in love with Snape and I’m certain James snuck a love potion to her or manipulated her into thinking Snape was evil.

Wait, no, we're not on 2015 Quora. 2015 Quora would be claiming that Lily was an ungrateful bitch who treated Snape so badly even though the poor sod loved her with all his life. Because honestly, we never see her showing any kind of love towards Snape. She's always lashing out at him or trying to get something out of him. So self-centered.

Snape deserved a happy ending with Lily, and he would have been a better father to Harry than James ever could have.

As the wonderfully loving way he treated Harry in the books proves beyond doubt, I assume?

Unfortunately, James arrogant and bullying personality rubbed off on his son.

I'm going to have to play the scientist card again but I have to inform you that genes don't work quite like that.

I don’t get how you people can like character like that.

Does this post help at all?

Snape deserved Lily because he loved her more than James ever could have.

Lily was a whole person and could choose her own partner. If she would rather marry the guy who loved her less, that's on her, not on James. I suppose he must have had some qualities that compensated for his less-than-perfect love.

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Always Meant To Be...

Ransom Drysdale x reader series Part 18/?

<Part 17<

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Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, Ransom's family being assholes, Linda being creepy/nice, Walt/Richard being mean to Ransom, reader being called a whore, reader defends Ransom (again)

For the first time in his life, Ransom was excited to share some good news with his family, and it wasn't just because he was looking forward to the chaos that was bound to erupt from it. He was genuinely happy. Happier than any of his family ever have been and it wasn't because of money or being treated like the spoilt rich kid he once loved. It was because he finally had your love.

"Hey," You placed your hand on Ransom's knee as he put the car into park. "You good? You seem, nervous?" You asked.

He nodded. "I guess I kinda am..." He let out a nervous chuckle. "I've never had anything like this to tell them before. I guess, although I know what's going to happen, I'm kinda excited to tell them." He sighed. "Stupid, right?"

You shook your head. "No, Ran, it's not." You smiled at him. "They're your family and telling them should be an exciting moment... If they were normal."

The pair of you chuckled.

"At least, Harlan, will be happy." Ransom smiled as he laced his fingers with yours.

"Yeah. And, I'm sure, Wanetta, will be." You smiled back at him before leaning over and kissing him.

Ransom nodded and let out heavy sigh. "C'mon, lets get this over with, shall we?"

The two of you got out of his beamer and walked around to the front where Ransom took a hold of your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it making you roll your eyes as you blushed. You walked up to the front door but before you opened it, Ransom stopped. He reached up and held the back of your head as he crashed his lips against yours.

You wrapped your arm around his waist as you gladly let his tongue assault yours, moaning into his mouth.

The door suddenly open and Linda stood their with a scowl. "You're starting to look like one another." She said as she looked you both up and down.

You looked down at your clothes and chuckled, you hadn't even realised toud put a sweater on similar to what Ransom was wearing.

"Good job we're both fucking hot then." Ransom smirk as he pushed past his mother and entered the house pulling you close behind him.

"Your grandfather says you've got something to tell us. What is it?" Linda asked as Ransom helped you take your coat off.

Ransom rolled his eyes and pulled his own cost off. "Can't you wait five minutes? Fuck, I need a drink." He pressed a kiss to your cheek before going off into the kitchen.

You looked at Linda as she silently stared at you, "I'm not apologizing." You said firmly.

Linda's brow furrowed, "For what?"

"For the other day." You said turning to face her.

"Oh, the cunt thing." She raised her eyebrow at you with a smirk, creeping you out a little.

You nodded.

"Sweetie, I wouldn't expect you to..."

You frowned at her, trying not to throw up in your mouth. Sweetie? "Excuse me?"

"You have some balls, speaking to me the way you did. There's not many people whom get away with it." She said as she stepped closer to you. "And there's not many people who defend my son like you do. Nor care about him. And there's no one who loves him like you, either. That's why I'm fine with how you spoke to me, Y/N. You put me in my place and it showed me how you really feel about him."

You gulped and nodded. "He didn't deserve to be spoken to like that."

Linda sighed. "I know you probably think I don't love my son, but I do. I'm terrible at showing it. I hate showing it, makes people weak... But I see with you and Ransom, it only makes you stronger... I've never seen Ransom love anyone the way he loves you." She turned with a smile and left you alone in the hallway stunned.

You don't think you'd ever seen Linda smile. You didn't think she could with how much work she'd had done.

Ransom walked out of the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, not expecting to find you stood where he left you. "Beautiful?" He walked up to you and handed you your drink. His eyebrows shot up as you effortlessly knocked your drink back in one. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head and looked up at him. "Your mother... smiled."

Ransom's brow furrowed, "Did her face crack?"

You shook your head and took his drink from him, downing that too. "She-" You shook your head. "Was nice to me." You shivered.

Ransom began laughing, "Don't be ridiculous. Mother doesn't do nice." Ransom wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. "I'll get another drink, why don't you go on-"

"Hell no. I'm staying with you. What I just witnessed was creepy as shit." You quickly walked off towards the kitchen.

Ransom rolled his eyes with a chuckle and followed behind you. "What did she say? Maybe you misunderstood."

You shook your head as you walked into the kitchen saying a quick hello to Fran before you leant against the counter. "I didn't misunderstand, Ransom. Linda, said she didn't expect me to apologise for what I said to her."

"What? Are you sure?" Ransom frowned at you. "I can't imagine that. You basically called her a cunt."

Fran almost burst out laughing, quickly covering it up as a cough and apologising.

You chuckled, "She said, Sweetie, I wouldn't expect you too..." You held your hands out with your eyes open wide. "Creepy right?"

Ransom nodded. "That's pretty weird."

"Oh, that's not all she said. Apparently she thinks I have some balls for talking to her the way I did. And that, she could tell that I really cared about you and loved you, because I wasn't afraid to put her in her place... Then she said something like, I love my son, but I don't show it because I hate showing it, it makes people weak... But I see it only makes you stronger..."

Ransom's eyes widened. "Maybe she's drunk."

You shrugged, "Whatever, as long as she doesn't call me sweetie again." You shivered make making Fran chuckle.

"Maybe our news will turn her into a bitch again." Ransom smiled at you reassuringly.

"News? Are you two expecting?" Fran gave you a hopeful smile.

Your eyes widened a little. "Uh, no, Fran. Not that kind of news."

"I asked, Y/N, to move in with me." Ransom explained.

Fran smiled back, "Oh, wonderful. Congratulations." She then let out a soft sigh. "Although, it would be nice if you were having a baby too... I think you'd have cute children."

Ransom nodded, "Yeah, me too."

You turned to Ransom shocked. "You do?"

"Of course. We're hot." He shrugged. "Our kids would be super cute."

"Kids?" You raised your eyebrow. "Like two?"

Ransom nodded. "Or more. Whatever."

Your eyebrows shot up as you looked at Fran.

"You've thought about having children, Hugh?" She asked sounding equally as surprised as you.

Ransom frowned at her, "That's none of your business." He snapped at her defensively making her jump. Ransom grabbed his drink and stormed out of the kitchen with a huff.

You let out a soft breath and looked at Fran. "Don't pay him any attention, Fran."

She shook her head. "I didn't mean to anger him. I was surprised to hear him talk about children, that's all."

You nodded. "Me too."

"You haven't spoken about them?"

You shook your head. "I've always assumed, Ransom, wouldn't want them."

"I think perhaps it's time you have this conversation with him, Y/N." Fran offered you a warm smile and a pat on the arm.

You thanked her and grabbed your own drink, leaving the kitchen and making your way to the lounge where everyone else already seemed to be bickering.

"Nice of you to finally join us." Walt huffed from where he sat.

You rolled your eyes and walked over to Harlan. "Hey." You smiled at him as he stood.

He cupped your face in his hands and smiled. "It's good to see you, kid. How are you?" He kissed your cheek before hugging you.

You gulped, feeling a lump form in your throat as you hugged him back. "Better, thank you. How are things going?" You asked looking at him.

Harlan nodded. "Fine. We'll talk later." He smiled. "Now, what's this news you and my grandson have to share with us?"

You smiled and sat down beside Ransom, letting him pull you into his side. You looked up at him and nodded. "You tell them."

"Oh God, you're pregnant, aren't you?" Joni gasped dramatically. "I thought you looked a little puffy."

Your mouth fell open in shock. "What the fuck?"

"Mind your language." Donna scowled at you as she covered Jacob's ears making you and Ransom roll your eyes.

"Jesus... Just what we need, another little shit." Walt huffed.

"Language, Walt." You mocked Donna making Marta snicker into her hand.

"Ransom." Richard said sternly as he stood in front of him.

"Father." Ransom looked up at Richard seriously making you chuckle.

Richard shook his head as he placed his hands on his hips, "You can't have a child, Ransom. You're just... not good enough." Richard sighed.

Your brow furrowed. "Excuse me?"

"He's right. You're a shitty person. How can you raise a child? You can barely wipe your own ass." Walt laughed.

"Oh, and the two of you are the world's greatest fathers." You scoffed. "Ransom, isn't a shitty person, asswipe," You glared at Walt. "And he will make a great father because he learnt from the pair of you what makes a shit father. He wouldn't be a fucking asshole to his children nor would he try to ruin his child's happiness to make money."

Ransom smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're too sweet, beautiful." He whispered making you blush.

"Ransom, is it true, you're going to be a father?" Harlan asked with a hopeful look in his eye.

As you looked at Harlan you began to feel guilty.

Ransom shook his head with a sigh. "It's not that sort of news, grandpa." Ransom cleared his throat. "I asked, Y/N, to move in with me." He smiled to himself. "We're going to be buying a place together."

Harlan began grinning. "Well that's equally as wonderful news. The right place for you two to be taking your relationship."

You nodded. "Glad you think so, Harlan."

"Oh for heavens sake." Walt huffed as he stood up. "You can't be serious, dad. Can't you see what's she doing?"

Harlan sighed as you and Ransom glared at Walt. "No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me what I'm not seeing."

"She's clearly a gold digging whore. Wasn't she fired from her job? How exactly is she going to afford buying a new house, hmm?" Walt glared at you.

"She wasn't fired, shit head, she quit." Ransom defended you.

"And not that it's any of your business, but I have a thing called savings." You stuck your tongue out at him.

"And I assume you'll be selling your apartment?" Harlan asked.

You nodded. "Yep. And I'm working on getting a new job."

"Any ideas what you want to do, yet?" Harlan asked trying to change the subject.

You let out a heavy sigh as you shook your head. "I want to do something different but I'm just not sure what."

"I told you, beautiful, let me take care of you. I make enough money. You don't need to work." He wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You covered your mouth as you laughed at him and your inside joke. A few days ago Ransom 'jokingly' suggested being your sugardaddy instead of you finding a new job. As appealing as it sounds to be spoilt all the time in return for certain sexual favors, you wanted a job. You knew Ransom would spoil you anyway and get the sexual favors he wanted regardless. You couldn't say no and why would you want to.

"Ah ha!" Walt pointed at you. "See! She's just a who-"

"Oh shut the fuck up, Walt!" Linda shouted as she stood up. "And you!" She snapped at Donna before she could sqwark about using bad language in front of her son.

"Linda-"

"No! Shut it!" She got close to Walt and jabbed him in the chest. "I've had a fucking 'nough of the same old bullshit. You complain and whine that, Ransom, is lazy and needs to grow up and start thinking of others. And when he's clearly started doing what you've been screaming about for years, you fucking complain!" Linda glared at Walt. "It ends, now."

Walt stared up at Linda in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

Richard cleared his throat as he approached his wife. "Linda-"

"That goes for you, too. Can't you see for once our son is actually a joy to be around." Linda glared him.

Richard scoffed, "All he ever says is eat shit and throws insults at us."

"Maybe if you weren't all such assholes to him from the moment he walks into the room." You muttered into your glass.

"Nobody asked you." Richard hissed at you.

"That's enough!" Harlan stood up from his chair with Martha's help. "Yes, Ransom, has made some questionable decisions in his life, but haven't we all. And the positive thing to take from it is that he's making changes to be a better man. Changes that make me proud of him. Changed that make me excited to see what his future holds for him." Harlan smiled proudly at Ransom. "Now,  let's go eat."

As you stood to follow everyone out to the dining room, Ransom pulled back down onto his lap.

He crashed his lips against yours hungrily as he held the back of your hand in one hand and forced his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth as your fingers tangled in his sweater.

He pulled back with a satisfied hum, "Have I told you I love you?" He smiled.

You nodded with a soft giggle. "One or twice."

"I should tell you more then." He kissed you again but this time slower.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you got lost in the kiss.

"RANSOM!" Linda shouted from the doorway making the two of you jump. "Can you not fuck on couch. Christ!"

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Steddie but I try and fix my own parental trauma

Steve was packing up. His parents had been gone for three months. Longer than they ever have. Longer than was fair. After two months and trying to call any one that might know where his parents were turning up nothing he gave up and figured that this was when they gave up the ghost and finally abandoned him. He didn't have a lot to pack but dutifully he was emptying the fridge and unplugging all the appliances to make sure nothing went bad or stale. Shit, did his parents even deserve that much? On the way to the trash bin the bag broke and he just kicked at it and started screaming. His body hurt, he was tired. He was alone. His parents didn't fucking care. Frustrated and sniffing he sat down debating on just leaving it there. Let it rot. Let this house rot. Let him rot. Steve was just. Done.

Two car doors slammed shut and the smell of his mother's perfume shook him out of his thoughts. "Wh. Huh? Mom?" Steve's mom was crying and wiping at his face. "Steve! Steve what's wrong baby what happened?" His dad looked around at the trash. "You didn't get hurt did you, son?" Steve's brain just went stagnant. What were his parents doing here? How long were they here? The confusion bled back to anger and exhaustion. He pulled away and got up. "Where. The hell have you been for the past three months? Huh?! Have you any idea how sick of this shit I am? Constantly never knowing where my parents are at any point? No note? Nothing? No cards no bullshit souvenirs? Not even a hi honey voicemail!" His parents just looked at him. It wasn't fair. They looked so pristine. Crisp clothes. Make up and hair done. His dad even got his eyebrows waxed. And here Steve was, covered in snot and garbage juice looking exactly how he felt, probably. "Sweetie we have to work. We have to pay bills!" His mom reasoned. "I know it's not fair but we have to be responsible." "Right. Because a kid isn't a responsibility." His parents at least had the decency to look mortified. "That's not what we mean." His father raised his hands to reach for him. "Look come here. Sit down." "Why do you even have this place. Why do you even have me?" Steve's mom sat close and leaned against Steve and his father sat on the other side. "I was your age when I got pregnant. My mother. Well you've met her. She was not happy. Forced me and your father to get married. Well both of our parents did. It was fine we liked each other well enough." Steve was reeling. His parents always preached about being safe and smart. Apparently with good reason. His father cleared his throat. "Well we had to get a job. Your grandfather made it clear that we could not ask him for a penny. Despite that big ol house he's got." Steve snorted. They rarely visited that house, even when his parents were around. It was stupid big too. His parents laughed, relaxing now that Steve was breathing normally. "Getting a job wasn't easy you know. Sometimes we'd come out of work covered in grease and soap and just go to the motel we were staying at exhausted. Took really good care of money to make sure your momma could eat enough and keep me up and moving. Luckily the motel was cheap and clean. We didn't need much. Mostly we were too tired to care." His mother laughed so hard at that. "We didn't even realize the pictures were creepy clowns till we were leaving." "Oh God don't remind me." His father laughed too and dammit Steve couldn't help but join in. This was the longest time he's spent with his parents and they're covered in dirt and sitting in trash. "Anyway. It was getting to the wire. I could barely hold a tray without someone kicking for attention." His mom glared at him playfully. "But it was almost time. And you were ready. And we needed a good job. Quickly. Baby food is expensive. Luckily the mom sharing the hospital room was looking to hire. She owned a hotel. You've met her." Steve vaguely remembered a woman with bigger hair then his, yeah she owned a hotel before she retired. "She offered me a job working for her until she signed the hotel over to me. Your father was great at business with customers and I have always been good with numbers. We got lucky. You have always been a motivation though. You never go to our hotels but we have your art from when you were a kid in every room. Your school's colors are the themes of every lobby. You are our legacy baby." Steve is fully sobbing again. "I didn't. I didn't know. I just wanted to see you." "We let you down. Trying to provide for you we actually well I guess neglected you. We're sorry. We'll fix it." His dad promised.

And to their credit they did. They met all of his friends and made genuine efforts to get to know them. They found out that Wayne was working ridiculous hours and when Steve saw his dad talking to him and shaking hands he just snorted and shook his head. "Hey what's your dad talking to my old man about?" Eddie shoved some animal crackers in his mouth. "Have no idea." Steve passed him a glass of water. "How are you? By the way?" Eddie coughed and waved to the adults talking. "Not sure to be honest. They're trying. Mom was working on some new plans for a hotel but apartments are kind of getting her interest so maybe that'll be her new big plan." Eddie smiled, all dimples. "She's talking to you about that stuff? That's awesome man. I'm. I'm glad." Steve bumped Eddie's shoulder. "You know. If apartments are something she's going for she's probably going to need some help. Maybe you could ask her. Get a place with benefits and retirement funds." Eddie stared at him for a moment. "Wait are you serious? Me? What do I know about apartments dude? I can barely keep my own going." "Well if maintenance isn't something you're ok with then maybe you can work with some of the other hotels!" Steve's mom walked up to Eddie, game face on, all business. "They've got staff that works with kids when parents are on trips and you seem to be good with people over all." Eddie was trying not to wiggle away from this conversation. "I don't do uniforms Mrs. Steve's mom. I have to be able to express myself. Now if you ask me to paint some stuff I'm your guy. I'll babysit some kids, no problem. But I can't do uniforms." Steve's dad held out a hand. "That works we'll see you next week. Say Monday? Wayne's already going to be there at a hotel we're finishing up." "I'm." Eddie hesitated, then reached out to shake his hand.

Steve and Eddie were hanging out in the living room, Robin was on her way. She was still frosty to his parents but they allowed it gratefully. "Look! Robin waved to me on the way out honey!" Steve didn't have the heart to correct them. It was definitely sarcastic.

Eddie was tugging on his shoe laces. "Is it going to be awkward working for them? I mean. Is it going to be weird working for you eventually? Shit I love being artsy and creative. And your parents really are cool." Steve smiled. "But?" "I like you Steve. I really like you. And it'll be awkward having a crush on my boss' son! I don't think they're that cool." Steve stared at Eddie. "You like me?" Eddie let his foot fall. "Only since I first saw you in home ec!" Steve wrinkled his nose, he didn't even know about face cream in junior year. And he definitely wore too much cologne. "Really? That's your type? I don't even look the same." Eddie looked at Steve, really looked at him. Covered in scars and too long hair. "You're my type." Eddie said softly. Firmly. "Steve you're my absolute daydream man." Steve's heart was going to beat out of his chest. "Eddie. Kiss me." "Any chance I get." And he was wrapped up in Eddie's arms, kissing this beautiful man like there was oxygen only in his mouth. Gripping and squeezing each other like their lives depended on it.

"Oh c'mon man. Gross!" Robin interrupted them. They broke away laughing. "Hey birdie." Eddie called and Steve sat up still sitting in his lap. Robin wrinkled her nose but winked. "I could come back later." Steve pretended to think about it before Robin threw a crumpled receipt at him. "I'll be inside. I'll see if you still have that twinkie I hid the last time." "I would join in your twinkie quest but alas." Eddie waved to Steve. "Yeah yeah you already found it." Robin teased and left to go raid the pantry. "Does that mean you'll fill me with cream?" Steve pulled at Eddie's hair. Eddie just looked up at him. "First. How dare you make me think of America's snack in a sexual way I'll never not think of it again." Steve laughed and leaned on Eddie's chest. "Second?" "Second. Yes. And a third and a fourth. Give me a minute I'll even do it again after."

Awkward ending cause I don't know how to end it.

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for tmnt 40th asks!: 3 (for 2003), 19, 28, 35 and 36? :0c

TMNT’s 40th anniversary ask game!

Hello you! :3

19.) Who is your favorite ally?

Definitely April! She’s resourceful, and I see her acting as a cool, young aunt for the turtles. Or just an older friend, tbh. She is extremely caring and intelligent,  nothing stops her. I feel like she is one of the few who realizes (and makes them realize) that the TMNT are going through A LOT for teenagers. She’s grounded but also has her silly moments that are fun to watch. The way she cares about family values is one of the factors that explains why she stayed, in my opinion. 2003 April beloved…

28.) What is one thing you would like to see explored more in TMNT art/fics? You know the answer to this. You wanted me exposed, is that it? :’) I am absolutely obsessed with the concept of fluffy feelings in a world that’s harsh. (You might say I love “contrasts” or something.) These turtles deserve love and happiness that is exponential to the levels of trauma and adventures they endure. I have to admit I’m not very good at remembering the titles of the few fanfics that I read… but the ones I enjoyed the most are the ones shining light on how they are able to find joy in the little things while dealing with angst/trauma. How they can heal when receiving love and understanding from their brothers, their friends or even when OCs are thrown into the mix.

Most of the time, I love when the things they are going through are unsaid but very clear at the same time. The ninja turtles do a lot of that in canon. They are all sensible in their own ways, but I love to see the explanation being deeper in fanfics… which brings me to the fic that YOU wrote that I love so much, NERD. (Frost) 

TLDR : Fluff and angst!

35.) Which character relationships are your favorite to write/draw?

I don’t draw as much as I want to because I’m so out of practice and busy… hhhhhhhhhhh. I wish I did though… eventually… maybe… if I have enough self-confidence to post…..

As for writing, I’m obviously obsessed with my Original Character in the TMNT universe. She’s literally my muse. Writing about her relationship with any of the turtles makes me happy, but especially when I write about her interactions with Leonardo because I ship them :’). (I am cringe, but I am free.) 

But I think it goes along with what I wrote for the previous question. My favorite things to write about are when the four turtle brothers understand each other with little to no communication. Some things are simply too difficult to talk about, but they can communicate with actions and just be there for each other. I did write a piece forever ago here inspired by @sassatello’s Vacation AU… it’s probably bad HAHA – I TRIED…

As always, I don’t produce content as much as I want to because vague gesture of the hand capitalism, depression and all that. And I have to admit that the courage I need to actually post something sometimes is immense to me lol.

BUT YEAH… TLDR : Things left unsaid but completely understood by two or more characters. These characters being my OC x any turtle or any turtle x any turtle. I love all my sons.

36.) Which character do you have the hardest time writing/drawing?

Drawing : All of them. I straight up do NOT practice enough lol. Hence why I don’t often post my art.

Writing : For some reason, Michelangelo is the one that I have the most trouble writing with! He is lots of fun to write because I can just be sillier and more laid-back with the way he presents himself, but who knows what’s going on in that head of his LMAO. 

I feel like the three other turtles have a tendency to suppress their feelings in some way, and while he does it too, it’s very different. He’s more “jokey” and about it. We’ve seen how, in canon, he expresses what he thinks in a way that’s so casual it’s almost creepy lmaooooo. For example, in Grudge Match, Leonardo and him have this conversation when Leo suggests he can help Mikey with his training :

L : [...] to be so focused, so ready, that nothing and no one will ever catch you off guard again.

M : Um, we still talking about me here?

So like.. you KNOW that Mikey understood that his brother was troubled. But the way he expresses his worry with a joke? Bro. I love him so much for this HAHA but I have trouble recreating this in my writing.  ~ ~ ~

Thank you for reading my ramblings… I really appreciate it ;_; <3 

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Title: Into The Light

Author: Mark Oshiro

Genre: Sci-fi? | Friendship | Romance | LGBTQ+

Content Warnings: Homophobia | Conversion Therapy | Abuse | Sexual Assault | Grooming

Overall Rating: 8.6/10

Personal Opinion: As always with Mark Oshiro, you can expect grim reality mixing with the most powerful kindness you’ve ever read about. This time, we venture into the world of a corrupt foster care system and grooming by religious zealots. It’s scary but absolutely worth reading about. Manny has been through hell. He lost his sister, he was abandoned, he’s been preyed on, but still he found some light in the form of a kind family, the Varelas. This journey that he takes us on is emotional and raw and it deserves to be brought into the light.

Do I Own This Book? Nope.

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- If nothing else, I found this very entertaining. The twist that Manny and Eli were once one and the same was pretty obvious but it was set up so well. Eli’s chapters were few and far in between at the start. He said he resembles Elena in his first chapter. And the big clue was when Carlos saw Eli in one of Deacon’s videos and thought it was Manny and yet Manny could not remember being in it. It’s wild. It’s crazy. Am I not entertained? I am. I thought it was some sort of repression or amnesia though, I was not anticipating Manny to have somehow split into two. That is so disturbing. I am so perturbed. It’s great.

- The kindness of the Varelas made me emotional at times. I mean, they were already living out of a van, driving around to find kids that were ejected from their church and providing all of them with means of living and I love that. But then they went out of their way to protect Manny, a stranger, from Stan, an old pervert. And then they proceeded to continue helping him for a whole month. I just love Monica and Ricardo so damn much. They protected Carlos too and I have so much respect for them. Even if they made their mistakes, they’re out here atoning in the best way possible.

- Manny’s reluctance to trust even the Varelas was totally reasonable. After everything he went through and after what he did to them (stealing their money and their son’s iPad), I get why he felt like he couldn’t stay with them. I’m glad that he changed and realized his sister was right about one thing. He does choose to be miserable. Not anymore. The ending, where he chose to be happy and chose Carlos’s family was just so sweet.

- Oh also, the other twist with Rakeem showing up in the end. Oh my god, for a second, I thought Rakeem was the dead body. I truly thought Eli was alive. It was written so well to make you think it was Rakeem because at this point, we had no idea Eli “came out” of Manny. We didn't know that supernatural shit was going on! So that twist was a gut punch and a great one.

- Manny having a crush on both Carlos and Ricardo is so hilarious and also so me-coded. I too would have a crush on my love interest and his dad. But the budding romance between Manny and Carlos was so sweet. I could feel the way they cared about each other in those little touches and night time conversations. And the way they could both relate to that feeling of abandonment but wanting to be close to each other anyway is so good. I love when touch-starved individuals find each other.

- It’s implied that Elena burns Reconciliation down to the ground and honestly? Good. I hope it never rises from the ashes again. I also hope that Deacon and the Sullivans had burned with it. God, they were so fucking creepy.

Dislikes:

- I’m going to be honest, I’m not sure how I feel about the supernatural aspect of this story. I mean, it’s cool and unexpected, don’t get me wrong, but it also felt wildly out of place. It reads like a CreepyPasta. And it’s also sort of glossed over? No one really questions it. I mean, the proof is right there I guess but like still, it’s a wild supernatural occurrence in a non-supernatural setting.

- Fuck Deacon and Lester and Stan and anyone else who preys on the most vulnerable. Children. It was disgusting to read about but unfortunately very real. 

- I’m also so disturbed by Diana and Elena. Diana for basically being a bystander and giving kids away to Deacon’s families with no proper background checks. And Elena for falling for all of Deacon’s bullshit so easily. Yes, she is a victim in this too, but my god, the way she did everything the Thompsons asked of her without question was just bad.

- These are all necessary evils for the story to take place so I can give them all a pass. 

- I’m going to be honest (again), I expected so much worse from the conversion camp. Not that it wasn’t awful. Mrs. Thompson backhanding Rakeem in the face and Deacon reading their darkest secrets out loud was fucked up. But I think I was expecting things closer to torture because of the way Manny dodged so many of the Varelas’ questions and the way Carlos said, “They never should’ve done that to you. They never should’ve done that to me either.” I don’t know, I was just holding my breath for something horrendous and then when we saw what happened, it just… wasn’t so bad to me? Or wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Again, it is very bad. I was just bracing myself for the worst.

- Oh god, is Simone okay? I just realized she’s still with the man that raped her and forced her to get an abortion. Somebody save her because oh my god, I legit gagged at that. Well… at least Maddie and a few others are okay.

[sweetsmalldog]

Castlevania: Nocturne Episode 6 liveblog

While the episode is loading I read the synopsis and hope Sypha or Trevor get mentioned if not by name by Sypha being how the Belmonts got Speaker Magic

Oooh moon

DROLTA!!!!

This is my favorite Drolta outfit now I love the blood red coat with the white pants

Idk what the horses are doing

Oh is that the Messiah?

Drolta’s hair looks so good

She’s got daddy issues for the fucking sun

Oh this poor lady

The shot of the snow white skirt spread around them while she drinks that poor woman’s blood is absolute cinema

“Please call me anything but grandad” This man has given me Trevor vibes if Trevor was old the whole time maybe it’s just a Belmont thing

Ritcher deserves these answers actually yeah why was his mom sending him to Tera and not you old man?!?!

I take back what I said about him having Trevor vibes Trevor was funny even when he was depressed at least

A deal?!?!?!

So you’re a stalker old man

It is a bit creepy

Tera has a lot to tell both these kids

What is it with the Belmont family always been alone and when they have family not being one

How many “Last of the Belmonts” has their been at this point?

I feel so bad for Maria and Ritcher. Tera is all they had and now they find out she’s been keeping this kinda of stuff from them, straight up lying to Maria about her dad and agreeing to never let Ritcher know his grandfather was alive and around

YOU OWE HIM SOME FUCKING BIRTHDAY PRESENTS YOU ASS

Ritcher my boy I’m adopting you too actually all your guardians keep hiding important shit, You and Maria are my kids now. Tera can visit but you don’t half to see her if you don’t want to

“Your a Belmont your not supposed to hide in a hut. And you’re not supposed to kill vampires for money” FUCKIN TELL HIM RITCHER

SYPHA MENTION LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“And she left you out” that’s so cold I love it

“I was the best magician the Belmont line ever produced” yeah and Sypha would be so disappointed in you now

Oooh this is why Ritcher can’t do magic either shit

“Evil will always win, Ritcher” ONLY WITH THAT FUCKING ATTITUDE

I hope Ritcher figures out how to use his magic again, I hope he proves his grandfather fucking wrong

Please don’t give into this Ritcher please

My son nooooooo

He looks far to fucking happy about Ritcher sobbing I fucking hate this guy actually

Ooooh Annette’s doing magic!!!!

Ritcher isn’t useless he’s just traumatized

“It’s the source of your fury but it’s not the source of your power” that’s such a good line holy shit

I love this contrast between Ritcher’s grandfather tearing Ritcher and the idea of the Belmont’s down with Annette’s mentor builds her up, speaks of her ancestors well and their strength and how hope isn’t lost

“There is light in this darkness”

Edouard voice coming in ;-;

Hi Olrox!

Why do they keep killing all the gay people?

It’s a bit soon to talk about immortality together Mizrak

“I’m not in love with you” damn ok

YOOO THEY REMEMBER!!!! ISACC WAS ALWAYS RIGHT HE KNEW HE KNEW!!!!

NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION LETS GO PLEASE

Maria my daughter he sucks he isn’t worth your time

I fucking hate the Abbot so fucking much

MARIA RUN GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN PLEASE

Olrox ripping this entire facade down I knew there was a reason I liked you

Hiiiiii Drolta <3

Please don’t hurt my daughter Drolta

NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION!!!!

OH FUCK OFF OLD MAN LIKE YOU CARE

Oh Ritcher-

Yeah you were a terrible father you fuck

DID HE JUST LEAVE HIS GRANDSON TO DIE?!?!?!

OH FUCK ITS THE GUY DROLTA WAS HANGING OUT WITH

IS HIS AXE A GUN?!?!?! THATS SICK

The old man is actually just pathetic ok

The flash of Julia fuuuuuuuck

Why don’t the vampires ever try to turn any of the Belmonts?

If Maria dies I will be distraut

HIS MAGIC IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO RITCHER!!!!!!!!

THIS IS SO SICK!!!! THE ONE GLOWING EYE THE MUSIC CINEMA!!!!!

THE BLUE FLAMES!!!!!!

LETS FUCKING GO RITCHER LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I may have a new favorite Belmont… sorry Trevor

“I half to live”

The sun rising and the burning river and the headband flowing in the wind I fucking love Castlevania this is so damn pretty

[novankenn]

Unnatural (v1-4)

(Chapter List)

MATURE CONTENT WARNING : This story deals with some disturbing themes. Check the tags. IF any of these are triggers for you or will disturb you... then DO NOT READ!!

Jaune was hacking and coughing. His chest seizing and pain burning through his lungs. He could taste the iron of blood in his mouth; a taste he was intimately familiar with. He didn't have a destination and just kept running, feeling his fragile body starting to break from the strenuous activity. Tripping over something on the uneven woodland trail, he crashed face-first into the leaf covered ground. His body screamed in protest as he tried to get back to his feet. He made it to his knees before he threw up. Bile, the remains of his birthday cake, mucus, phlegm and blood splattered the ground between his hands as he held himself up.  As he struggled to breathe, his mind replayed the events that lead to his current situation...

/==/

“Saphron.” Jasmine, addressed her second eldest, “I think it's time. You need to tell him the truth.”

“I can't do that. He’s happy how things are… why ruin it?”

“Saph you mother him already. You’ve been mothering him his whole life… it’s time, he’s old enough.”

“No… I’m not… it’s destroy him…”

��Saphron… you need to admit it… he needs to know the truth, before it’s too late. We’ve had so many close calls… too many.”

“You KNOW what dad did to me! I’ve just about been able not to relive it every fucking night! Even now… I can still feel him touching me!”

“I do know, and that's why the fucking bastard is sitting in a cell for the rest of his life, and IF he ever gets out, he won't be around long enough to be a threat to you girls, or Jaune.”

“Then why? Saphron shouted back at her mother. “Jaune's happy, he's better off not knowing how he came to be!  Why punish him, punish me for something neither of us wanted or asked for?”

“I’m not punishing you, Saph, despite what you think, what you’re feeling… I’m not.” Jasmine ran her hand through her mane of golden blond hair. “You’re getting ready to move out, start living your own life… are I KNOW you’re thinking of taking Jaune with you… that’s going to be confusing to him… he deserves to know why.”

“I…”

“He's YOUR son, Saph. Your baby, your blessing.” Jasmine spoke in a reassuring tone, “It's time. You showed how strong you were… despite how things came to be… you are his mother, you always have been, and you took to the role…”

“Took to the role?” Saphron laughed darkly… “Yeah, took to the role when I spent the first year of his life… hoping he would die! Wishing all his pain would stop!”

“That PROVES my point!” Jasmine snapped at her daughter. “You wanted HIS pain to stop… not yours, his! And considering what your age and what you went through… dark thoughts are… understandable… yet all you have EVER done is shower him with care and affection.”

“I can’t… I’m not…”

“You are nineteen, Saphron, it’s time to stop. You need to…”

“Yeah, I'm nineteen with an eight-year-old son, given to me by the bastard who FATHERED ME!!!” Saphron completely snapped instantly moving beyond upset, to nigh on hysterical, “WHY didn't you stop him! You had to see what he was doing! Why mom? WHY?””

“I did stop him... when I caught on! If your uncle hadn't been there, I would have killed the fucker!”

“Not good enough!” Saphron screamed. “I'm not telling my son that not only is he a bastard, but that his father is a fucking incestuous pedophile! He's so weak already... that'll outright kill him! Is that what you want? For me to stress him out so badly that he dies, and you can ignore your MISTAKE!”

The slap echoed about the small den the pair of women were arguing in. But it was what was heard after that caused both of them to stiffen. A small, sharp, pained intake of breath. They turned and a double set of blue eyes took in the slim, sickly looking form of an eight-year-old boy, clutching a rather creepy looking redheaded doll in his arms, whose whole world had just been crushed around him. Tears were starting to roll down his cheeks, as his small body started to shake. It was obvious to the two women that he had heard it all.

“JAUNE!” the pair shouted as the boy bolted down the hallway.

[gojoandtojisleftnut]

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Chapter 1: First meeting

Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x female reader

Genre: is this even considered a genre?

A/n and possible tw: I got a sunburn today. Life’s good. -> fem!reader, language, suggestive content, age gap (as always cause I got daddy issues).

Next.

His first wife is dead and now he’s remarried. At least his son has a sibling to play with. But still the void is not filled. His first, his first love. How can he ever move on from her, even though he’s now married again. And at this moment he’s just sitting alone in a coffee shop, his family at home, he needed some time alone. His days have been full, he needs a break.

“One double espresso please.” The sweet voice makes Toji look up. He then sees you. Soft hair -he just knows it is- bright eyes, short ripped jean shorts and a hand full of yarn bracelets. He stared so much, he spaced out. Didn’t even notice you come towards him. “You know it’s really creepy to stare like that. It’s kind of disturbing.” you snapped him out of his trance. His eyes instantly fly to your voluptuous lips. His first thought was how would they feel on his. You’re bold he likes that.

He’s married though. As if he even cares. He just wanted a stable home for his blessing. No one could ever be like her no one could ever make him feel like she did.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” he could easily make you succumb to him and fuck you. “I don’t know ask your wife.” You nod your head towards the band around his finger. He’s actually impressed.

“My first wife died you brat. I remarried for my son.” You cock your head to the side analyzing his words and pull a chair to sit in front of him. “So I’m guessing you think you’ll never find the one again. Been there. You seem overly confident and overly confident men are the most insecure. So I’m also guessing that you believe you don’t deserve love. Also been there. The name’s Y/n by the way. What’s yours?”

He looks at you bewildered. You weren’t easy and it did something to him. You look at him nonchalantly, slouched over the table, arms crossed leaning on them, blue straw balancing between a pair of full lips. Eyes looking up at him. “My name’s Toji and you sure do talk a lot, don’t you? A little know it all.” a laugh escapes your mouth. “I’m really good at reading people. Plus you never denied anything I said.”

Before he gets to answer you’re out of your seat heading towards the cashier. A few seconds later you walk back to him. You take his hand in yours writing your number on his wrist in tiny letters. “Call me when you’ve broken up. It’s not right to lie to people nor is it okay to stay unhappy in a marriage that doesn’t suit you. There are other ways to make your son happy.” With that you take your coffee and walk away giving the pen back to the employee and getting out of the shop. And for the rest of the weeks you were the only thing he was ever thinking about.

The thing Toji didn’t know about that day is that he met the mother of his unborn child and you the father of your unborn daughter. But that’s just how God works right? Some things just are meant to happen even in the most uncommon circumstances.

[envihellbender]

So here are five, amazing classic lit novels that are not written by straight, white, American/English cis men.

1. Giovanni’s Room - James Baldwin

Honestly, any of Baldwin’s books are amazing and could have a place on this list. This is my favourite, because I find Giovanni such a relatable character. Baldwin’s main goal in a lot of his fiction books is to separate black characters from the tragedy of being black, Giovanni’s Room focuses on two white gay men and it both does this from a gay perspective and doesn’t. On the one hand, a lot of the tragedy regarding the romantic story has happened within heterosexual relationships, and when Giovanni’s is executed (it’s established from the beginning)… it’s clearly because he’s a poor young man who dared to stand up against the rich older man who at best took advantage of him. In some ways, this is more to do with abuse of power from rich old men.

2. Maurice - E. M. Forster

What if I told you… there was a classic queer novel… with a happy ending? And a working class queer character. And isn’t just about rich gay public school boys who keep everything behind closed doors. It took me a little while to get into it because I thought it was going to be just another book about the latter, but it’s not I promise you. It wasn’t published until after E.M. Forster died, which makes sense since it was written fairly close to the Oscar Wilde trial and prior to homosexuality being made legal in the U.K.. Also, It was inspired by Edward Carpenter, socialist, and early gay rights activist.

3. The Lottery - Shirley Jackson

The gif is from The Haunting of Hill House but Nell’s story is extremely fitting to this short story. Thinking about it shakes me to my god damn core. It’s a small creepy village that has a horrifying ritual, no one does horror quite like Shirley Jackson. Similar to the Haunting of Hill House I think a lot of the disturbing nature of it comes from the people so unwilling to listen. The Lottery itself refers to the annual stoning of a person which is a tradition among the villages to ensure the prosperity of the village for another re crops and such. There’s a bit in it where a couple of old men are talking about how other villages have stopped doing the Lottery and how ludicrous that is, with added “young people these days”. This story really gets into the psychology of why people so adamantly stick to tradition and don’t challenge authority. It’s so great.

4. The Dubliners - James Joyce

I actually think this is the most underrated Joyce book, and whilst I’ve heard some people have read it at school I’m extremely jealous. I always hear about Ulysses when this one is significantly easier to read, and I love how each story is about a new every day, normal person living in Dublin. It does not focus on separatism of religion in Ireland (not entirely anyway), and avoids politics almost entirely (excluding when a woman calls a journalist a west Brit). The idea was that like Baldwin Joyce wanted to depict Irish people being normal, and not to he defined by their tragedy, religion, and politics.

5. The Tenant of Wildfel Hall - Anne Brontë

This is the most underrated Brontë sisters’ novel. It’s absolutely iconic. The inspiration for this novel comes from a story that Anne’s father told. He was a priest who was hearing a confession from a married woman who was being horrifically abused by her husband. She didn’t want to leave him because that would he a sin, Anne’s father told her to do it and that God would understand. When you consider how divorce was seen in the 1800s especially in religious circles… that is pretty astounding. That is essentially the main theme of the book without going into too many spoilers, it’s also about how “odd” Helen is considered because she actually shows love and care to her son (which involves a spirited debate about how all children deserve affection and closeness from their mother.)

[exodusin]

Hello! Could you please do a Michael x reader angst to fluff? Maybe where the reader is insecure about themselves and Michael comforts them or smth? P.S keep up the amazing work!! :)

(*ノз`*) BROKEN MIRRORS | M.AFTON.

Thank you for the compliment :D also sorry if this took long :(

art creds @/imsanlee on tiktok

#summary; you don't see the way Michael sees you. It's a masterpiece but his dad’s rude comments, made you think differently.

#note; none of the aftons are dead, no scooping, no bite of 83, no spring lock, this will take place in the early 90s.

#contains; William being a dick, self-esteem issues, negative talk, past parent issues.

#word count; 1648

#fnaf masterlist

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Michael proposed to you two weeks ago- you couldn't be any happier and eagerly said: "Yes, I want to marry you!". You were aware of Michael's father being inimical about your guys' relationship. But did that ever stop you from being with Mike?

Nope, but your emotions are saying otherwise.

The Aftons weren't aware of your marriage, so Michael most likely gave them some sort of news that they'll invite them for a dinner night at your guys' house for the news he was going to tell them.

Elizabeth was really happy knowing his older brother was going to devote himself to you, The red-haired girl loved you like family, "She's going to wear a really beautiful dress, I have to be the flower girl!"

Evan was a really shy kid but did have a soft reaction, "I'm happy for you both but Michael can be mean sometimes, just saying." which he earned a flick on the forehead by your fiance.

Mrs. Afton was super excited about knowing this surprise, heck she was supportive ever since Michael confessed you were his girlfriend, "I remember you two being young idiots in love and now adults truly embracing it. I'm so proud of you both!"

Although, William...

He is a brutally honest man and could care less what people think, not only did he make rude comments about you but when Michael was a teen and started dating you, William would say to Michael that he deserves someone better, saw you as a bad influence to his oldest son and youngest children, and...he wasn't surprised Michael chose you as a spouse because he was his least favorite son.

But the comments towards you did hurt you. The feeling of years ago when you lived with your toxic parents was now rising from the following comments—

"Just like any other tramp out there."

"Ever thought you were picked out of pity?"

"Are you're parents even attending to your important day?" That comment stung you.

You're parents. You haven't seen nor talked to them ever since you graduated high school. Always making you feel like the donkey carrying all the problems.

Blaming you for everything, nagging about your bad grades, the friends you've made, your personality, and your image.

But Michael was the only person to ever make your day the brightest, always making sure you were okay, reminding or making sure you were eating well and getting perfect sleep.

Yeah, he was the biggest bully in school but when it came to you, he's an absolute charm.

Always putting you first.

So why did you care so much about what William thinks? It's because he was right. That's what you thought, you were asked out as a joke many times when you were young, you'd be compared to other people from your parents and they wouldn't bother showing up to something you're deeply excited about.

But now you're starting to have second thoughts.

Why would Michael pick you out of all people?

present

You got out a cold shower, moisturized your body with lotion, and washed your face. You put on your underwear and an oversized (favorite color) shirt than a fluffy robe.

'One last check on the mirror...'

It became a habit nowadays, checking the mirror constantly before Michael came back home from work.

"Am I too annoying?"

"Do I talk too much?"

"Am I boring?"

"Does my face look creepy?"

"Am I really like any other?"

"Is my body not ideal?"

The questions running around your head you were paused when you heard that British voice yelled out your name.

"Have you fallen asleep yet? Don't sleep if you haven't eaten."

You made sure your robe was correctly adjusted and put on the usual happy mask to not worry Michael about your personal problems.

"Uhhh...no I'm still awake!" you shouted so he can hear you from downstairs. You heard footsteps get louder and louder meaning he was going to come into the room.

His blue eyes searched for you and there you were sitting on the bed, perhaps waiting for him. Once his eyes landed on you, he felt his eyes melt with adoration.

"Damn it I miss you..." he whispered then smashed his lips to yours, you kissed him back immediately hoping he wouldn't notice your slightly gloomy behavior.

"Did you just take a shower?"

You scoffed, "My hair is wetter than the ocean, what do you think? I just soaked it in a sewage pipe?" you say in a sarcastic playful manner.

He chuckled and pecked your check, "Heh, yea you took a nice shower, you smell nice, as always of course."

He parted away from you and rubbed your soaked hair, "Let me help you dry it and brush it, love." you felt butterflies in your stomach flutter at the nickname.

"Okay just don't brush it too hard..."

—

Your (hair texture) hair was now soft and dry thanks to your fiance.

"Thank you, Mikey."

The brunette smiled, "It's no problem."

You felt strong arms wrap around you and made you turn to face his beautiful pale face, his blue eyes gazing at yours with adoration, and that styled mullet brown hair that was messy.

'Fuck...'

Michael began rubbing your sides lovingly, then stuffing his face onto your fluffy robe which had your scent and warmth that hypnotizes him.

You felt your cheeks warmth at the feeling, for a return of affection you ran your fingers through his messy mullet which made him groan.

Michael's reaction to this was a muffled groan and glided his face down, his hands reached to grab your robe and move it out of the way to get better access to your thighs.

Just as he was about to treat them, a soft hand was placed on his shoulder which halted him. "Is there something wrong, Y/N?"

You faced the other direction to avoid his gaze which made him knit his brows together in confusion, "I-...I don't really feel like-"

"I understand." Those two words ease you but you still felt...gloomy.

"But don't think I didn't notice your behavior these days. Is something bothering you? Is it something I did?" he asked with concern.

You tried to hold back the tears but gulped and said a simple "no."

He tilted his head still looking at you waiting for a better answer, "Did someone say do something to you?"

'Say...'

"Sort of..." you mumbled with hesitation.

"Who? I'll beat the bastard or bitch."

You breathed in and asked, "Michael, can I ask you something?"

He already paid full attention to you "Yes, anything." and waited patiently for your question, your breath became a bit shaky, "Are...Are you sure you want to marry me?"

His pupils shrunk a bit and his brows furrowed, do you no longer want him? He tried to remain calm and respond to your question with composure, "What kind of question is that? I want to marry you. You're the one for me. Why? Do you...not love me?" the last part sounded like hesitation but you responded quickly-

"It's not that. I love you so much fucking much but...what do you see in me?" you asked, his face now becoming soft and sympathetic.

"Love, what made you think that. You're my everything, fuck if you told me to kill thousands of people I'll do it in a heartbeat." the comment seemed laughable but you still felt gloomy, "It's just that...your father doesn't seem to like me much and he's a brutally honest man...am I like any other...is my parents not even going to attend to my wedding day?"

Michael's Adam's apple bobbed in anger, not at you, but his beloved partner being depressed over the bastard of his father. Messing him was one thing, but messing with you is enough to impel him to break his father's teeth.

Instead of Michael responding verbally, he held you as if there is no tomorrow. He kissed your hair and all over your face, plummeting sweet things "No, don't think that way..." "I will never regret proposing to you or meeting you. Your beautiful, your mine. Y/N please. Don't think you're less because of a stupid 'opinion' my bastard of a father says..."

You tried to contain in the hiccups escaping your lips from the soft crying, "He's right though. My parents won't even attend my wedding they always thought less of me and spoke to me as if I was a piece of horse shit."

Michael sighed and yanked you closer to him and began smooching all over your face, "Please...don't say that...don't do it for me...do it for yourself..." he whispers sweetly.

"You don't understand how I see you. No one can see you the way I do," he says as he gently pulls down the sleeve of your shirt to get better access to your shoulder. "Your parents will make the biggest of their lives by not attending to it, your amazing." he then began kissing your shoulder.

You squeaked at the suddenness,

"You're beautiful."

"I love you."

"I'll do anything for you."

He then began nuzzling your neck, "You're mine. Your parents are the real shitfaces here, not you. Meeting you was the greatest thing that happened to me ever in my life. Our bond is unbreakable, no one can break it."

You began to sob and held him closer to you,

"...T-Thank y-you, Michael."

"No, it's the truth. You're the best thing I never knew I needed..."

[bellafragolina]

Single! Parent reader and Ingo or Emmet finds the kid who got lost and sees the reader and immediately has love at first sight? Not very good at prompts but something like this if you’d like!

You have hit me in the bullseye anon. Can you read minds? Is that how you’re able to know just what I like?

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo:

Ingo is fond of children, especially little ones. So when he comes across a small boy weeping into his palms all alone in the subway? He’s quick to approach and squat down, his voice soft and soothing. The child jumps away from him at first, already frightened and now being asked questions by a tall, frowning stranger, but Ingo is patient and calm. He asks about parents, and the child tells him about you, his only parent, that was here with him but he ran away because he saw a cool Pokémon

“They said to stay put if I ever got lost.” He explains, sniffling.

“They’re very right.” Ingo says with a sage nod. “They’ll be able to find you quicker this way. May I keep you company while you wait, sir?”

The boy giggles at being called sir, then nods. Ingo tells him about his job, the trains, and battling to help pass the time. In return, the boy shows him his toy train from his backpack.

You race over to them to find your baby showing off how his train can fly and shoot lasers to a very impressed Ingo. You sigh in relief and cry out your child’s name. Almost immediately, the boy freezes then sprints into your waiting arms, scaling you like a tree for a hug. Ingo rises back to full height, admiring how your child clings to you, and how you, one of the most beautiful people he’s ever seen, soothe the boy down from more tears. You get him laughing and happy in no time, and it impresses Ingo. He wonders if you’re always like this, even at home, then blushes to himself

“Thank you, sir.” You say, relived everything worked out. “My son’s a ball of energy, and runs like a bullet train. I can’t keep up when it’s crowded like this, but he knows better now, don’t you?”

Your son nods, face solemn. “It won’t happen again, sir.”

Ingo laughs at the faux deep voice your son attempts. “I hope not.” He gazes at you, desperate to introduce himself and get to know you, both of you, more. But he doesn’t know how to breach the subject without seeming creepy. “D-do you need escorting to your next station?”

Your son answers for you, so soon you’re all off to your next train. Your son dominates the conversation, and decided that he likes Ingo, and they’re now friends and that he wants to be a Subway Boss too, once he’s big. You smile and ask Ingo if he would mind telling you both more about being a Subway Boss. You can wait for the next train home.

Ingo is delighted too, and hopes to impress you half as much as you impressed him

Emmet:

Emmet loves kids! He’s great with them too! So finding a lost little girl in the middle of the mall isn’t too daunting for him. He’s quick to lead her to a bench, sit her down, and wait out her parents together. He makes her laugh with silly faces and asks her questions to get her talking and distracted

Since you’re on her mind, she rambles about and how you take care of her all by yourself! Emmet ooh’s and ahh’s, then laughs with your daughter tells him you deserve a medal and a raise for being such an awesome parent, something she picked up from a show she watched earlier, no doubt

“My parent very smart.” Your daughter explains to the amused Emmet. “They taught me everything! They know everything! They know how the sun works!!” Emmet gasps, and your daughter nods. “Mhm! Very smart.”

“I know how a train works.” Emmet offers, sly, and your daughter’s eyes blow owlishly wide.

“Tell me everything!” She demands.

You come skidding around the corner and nearly beat Emmet to death when you see him crouched and talking to your kid about trains. He fears for his life beneath your rage-filled expression, but can’t help thinking you look like some divine being. Luckily for him, your daughter tackles you first, clinging to your torso as she introduces you to her new friend. You don’t relax until Emmet stands and introduces himself too, claiming to be a Subway Boss. He was just trying to help, he swears!

“Mr. Emmet is very funny.” Your daughter tells you, matter-of-fact. You cock a brow. “And he’s really smart, like you! He knows how trains work!”

“Oh.” You say, unsure of what else there is to say. “That’s very impressive.” Emmet pinks at the compliment, and then reddens at the smile you give him.

“Mhm!” Your daughter snatches up Emmet’s before he can offer to leave you both be. “He’s gonna tell us all about trains while we get cinnamon buns! Right?”

Emmet rubs the back of his neck. “If your parent is okay with it!”

Well. . . He’s nice, and your kid has taken a shine to him. You don’t want to become a train expert in his place, so you agree, and you all sit down for sweet treats and train talks. Emmet makes you laugh, and blushes at how pretty your laugh is. He does his best to entice you into being friends, or at least coming to the subway to see him for more train facts.

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I have several younger cousins and adore kids. Writing then is always hard tho! Anyway, hope you liked it! Have a great night, love!

~Renee

[redux-iterum]

Ok, here's a little challenge for you and the editors; roast for me 10 WC couples of your choice.

This was fun! We each took five with a bonus from the editor, and you can read our complaints after the readmore.

LYNX (editor)

Violetshine X Tree: I'm still trying to get through the latter half of AVOS, so I haven't seen their first time meeting up or them falling in love or anything like that. What makes me rather uncomfortable with this couple is that Tree's old enough to be Violetshine's father. Pebbleshine and Hawkwing were already young lovers, but with the release of Tree's Roots, one can calculate Tree to be born around the same time as Hawkwing. He even meets a heavily pregnant Pebbleshine when he's around fifteen months old. Honestly, if his and Violetshine's dynamic in late AVOS is good enough for a Warriors couple, I'm willing to just headcanon him as at most eight months older than her to make it more palatable. By the way, this has nothing to do with the ages when they meet up. Violet's a year old by Darkest Night and nearly an adult if her sister's warrior assessment is anything to go by.

Clear Sky X Storm: It's been some years since I read DotC, but the love drama in The Sun Trail was pretty stupid. Especially the insta-love thing. Maybe it was an insta-attraction? But this is Warriors and we can't have that, noooooooooo...

Clear Sky X Star Flower: Everyone's gone on with how Clear Sky getting with his son's ex is rather dubious, but what is often neglected is the fact that Star Flower can make choices too! She made the choice to go for her ex's dad which is about as questionable as Clear Sky's choice! My personal headcanon is that she's the kitty equivalent of a gold-digger.

Pebbleshine X Hawkwing: Alright, so you're either of these two nitwits who've recently become a warrior. Your very way of life has been drastically upturned by someone you thought you could trust. You've lost family and friends to your betrayal, and what's worse is you've lost your home. The world you've known for your whole life has been ripped form you and you have to keep ambling forward with the hope that the place you'll finally settle in will be worth all this hardship. The path ahead of you is long, uncertain, and dangerous, and you'll need to have a clear head to have a hope of surviving this season. SOUNDS LIKE THE PERFECT TIME TO BOINK AND START A FAMILY, AM I RIGHT?

Bumblestripe X Dovewing: Pushy, inconsiderate, trademark Nice Guy, from questioning why they haven't had children yet at some random meeting to suggesting they have children at her friend's funeral, everyone's said it already. Bumblestripe is not a good cat for Dovewing. I'm glad she's not with him since that makes her happy. But... Tigerfartstar X Dovewing: Yeah, Dovewing, your taste in toms is awful. This temperamental, arrogant, patronizing shipdit, while not as bad as Bimbostripe over there, is still pretty bad. It's been a long while since I read OotS and I haven't yet read Tigerheart's Shadow, but I probably should to get a refresher on why I hate this couple.

DULLARD

Bristlefrost x Rootspring: So ignoring that Rootspring as a -paw is a whiny, overly defensive putz that acts self-conscious about having Tree as his father, Bristlefrost does not ONCE show interest in him. Not once. Count ‘em, zero times. In fact, she’s aware of his crush on her and is embarrassed whenever he comes around and whenever people notice him staring at her. She actively avoids him and speaks curtly, even rudely, to try and drive him off. Then, out of buttfuck nowhere, she says she has feelings for him once he’s a warrior? When they’ve barely interacted beyond her spurring his affections? Fuck with that?

Crowpaw x Feathertail: Feathertail, you’re a nice girl. You’re team mom and almost a second in command to Brambleclaw. Everyone likes you. So why in the good god damn fuck does a pissant like Crowpaw (an apprentice at the time, by the way) deserve your recognition, let alone your love? You could get literally any other cat you wanted to, and you go for the fruit that was formerly hanging the lowest, but dropped off the tree and is now rotting on the floor. He is nothing but a dick to you and only starts being remotely kind two seconds before you die. Please love yourself and do better in StarClan.

Bluefur x Oakheart: Speaking of low hanging fruit, this is a very, very easy one to dunk on. It’s moreso the fact that this entire “relationship” is treated as one of the great tragic romances in this series than anything else. The two of them talk, what, two or three times? And then have exactly one night together before Bluefur kills one of their kits and shoves the other two on him and then that’s it. That’s all they had. A one night stand and child death. What a love story. Why does Bluefur think Thrushpelt is the worse option, again?

Dustpelt x Fernpaw: GOD, this relationship is creepy. I still get simultaneously unnerved and mad whenever I read the first arc, because Dustpelt initially seems like he’ll go with Sandstorm before she stupidly falls in love with Fireheart, but then he sets his sights on someone so much younger than him that he actually asks if he can mentor her instead of his original apprentice (her brother, fun fact). Let me emphasize that, because he is actively seeking a power imbalance in this relationship, and he clearly intends to eventually get with her. Bear in mind that she is still being treated like she’s a young kid, if not a teenager, by the narrative. I could be here all day on this fucking topic, but let’s move on.

Berrynose x Poppyfrost: We all know what I’m going to say here. Berrynose having the brass to say loving things to a dying, agonizing Honeyfern after she spent all this time pining after him, and then less than two months later, he shacks up with her sister. That is the coldest thing he could possibly have done to her. The fact that the writers decided that she’s totally okay with the relationship and takes care of her sister’s dead kits like they’re hers is extra terrible. Like, she still gets the scraps when she’s dead? Seriously?

[mochegato]

The Night of the Consequences

Continuation of Well, Well, Well, If It Isn’t the Consequences of My Actions

“Ladybug!”

Ladybug’s eyes widened, recognizing the voice booming through the Watchtower halls without even having to turn around.  She eyed Chloe nervously.  Why did these things keep happening around the nosy blondes in her life?  She turned around with an overly wide smile.  “Oh… hi… um… M.… Wing,” she stuttered out.  

Son of a bitch!  She really should have prepared for this.  She knew it was coming.  Granted, she didn’t know it was coming today, but it had to be coming soon, they couldn’t afford to let just anyone go around knowing their identities.  If the family was really worried, they couldn’t afford to wait to talk to her about… well… her.  

Bee side eyed her with an incredulous stare.  “What the actual fu…” she started quietly.

“Is there something we can help you with?” Ladybug asked loudly, cutting off whatever rant Chloe was going to go on.

“Um well, first off,” he gave her an overly wide, supposedly charming grin, “you can call me Nightwing.  M. Wing is my… father.”  He cringed as he the last word came out.

Bee raised an eyebrow.  “I thought your father was M. Bat.”

Nightwing puckered his lips.  “Yeah… that’s… true.”  He shuffled awkwardly.

“If you’re going to use that line, you’re supposed to say we can call you Night, which I’m not going to do, by the way,” Bee said flippantly and starting to study where her nails would be if she didn’t have gloves on.  “Otherwise it really doesn’t work.”

“Bee!” Ladybug lightly chastised.  She turned to Night… Wing… Nightwing!  She wasn’t calling him Night either.  “Sorry about her.  I’d say she’s just tired, but that would be a lie.”  She ignored Bee’s scoff and continued.  “You said ‘first’, so I assume there’s a second?” she prompted.

“Right, right,” he nodded, finally seeming to settle a bit, his face becoming a bit more determined and the ‘charming’ smile returning.  “I wanted to ask you about someone.  She gave your name as a reference and I just wanted to see if it was someone we could trust.”

Bee leaned over to Ladybug’s ear.  “Why does he keep smiling like that?” she asked in a normal volume.  She shivered dramatically.  “Creepy.”

Ladybug pursed her lips to stop the noise that wanted to escape, some kind of a combination of frustrated whimper and raucous laugh.  “Okay,” Ladybug smiled tightly, focusing entirely on Nightwing. “Who was it?”

“Yeah, a name would be useful here, Smile Boy” Bee added in.  “Or we could just give our opinion on everyone we know, along with a fashion critique.  We can start with your costume history.”

“Bee, didn’t you have something else to do?  Right now?” Ladybug’s voice was sharper than an obsidian edge.  This was her boyfriend’s… future boyfriend’s?... love interest’s?  Yes, love interest’s brother.  She did not need to piss him off while he was asking her as a ‘reliable source’ about her.

“Nope,” Bee smirked back.

Ladybug groaned and turned to Nightwing.  She nodded off to the side.  “Should we…”

Nightwing nodded and followed her over.  “Ugh, whatever.  I didn’t want to hear anyway,” Bee grumbled and walked to get coffee.

“So, the woman I’m asking about is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.  You may have come across her in Paris?” Nightwing prompted.

Ladybug nodded.  “I have yeah. She’s actually…”  She bit her lip.  She really should have planned this better.  How much should she tell him?  Clearly she wasn’t going to say it was her, but maybe she could say she was a part time hero?  Or maybe she could just say they trusted her.  The point was whether she could be trusted with their identities so maybe exposing her identity, one of them anyway, wasn’t the best idea.  Maybe just that she knew their identities and had never told anyone?  That should work, right?  She just had to…

“It’s just,” Nightwing spoke up misinterpreting her silence, “my brother has kind of fallen for her.”  He watched her face carefully when he said it to see if there was any indication of what she thought of the idea.

Ladybug’s eyes bugged out.  That was not the approach she had been expecting.  She thought he’d focus more on the identity aspect more than the personal aspect.  Not to mention ‘fallen’?  That was… they’d only just met.  She knew he liked her but fallen was pretty strong.  Did Jason really feel that way toward her or was Dick… Nightwing just exaggerating?  And she didn’t even think Jason had told him they were seeing each other, let alone how he felt about her!  She looked up and met his expectant eyes.  Oh right, he was waiting on her to respond.  But how did she respond to that?  “Oh?”  Very eloquent.  Her eloquence was clearly not improving around the bats.

His face scrunched as he studied her reaction.  It was definitely odd.  “Yeah. It’s kind of bizarre really.  Not to say anything bad about Marinette,” he rushed to assure her.  “I don’t know her well enough to judge her, obviously.  That’s why I’m here asking you about her.  But he’s really taken with her really quickly.  I’ve never seen him like this.”  He suddenly stopped and his eyes blew wide.  “Oh God!  Don’t tell her that.  Jason’ll kill me if he finds out.”

“Oh… um…” she looked away suddenly trying to hide her sudden blush and searched for a way to answer.

“Oh my god, y… Dupain-Cheng bagged another hero?” Bee exclaimed slapping Ladybug on the shoulder with her elbow and handing her one of the cups in her hands.

“Bee!” Ladybug exclaimed.  “I thought you didn’t care!  What are you doing here?”

“This is the thanks I get after bringing you tea?” she scoffed in pretend offence.

Ladybug rolled her eyes and let out a long suffering sigh.  “This is just water.”  She brought the cup to her lips.  “Not even hot water!  You brought me a cup of tepid water.”

“Oh my God, can’t you just be grateful I thought about bringing you tea?” Bee exclaimed, exasperation clear in her tone.

Ladybug gave her a deadpan expression.  “Did you though?”

“No, not really,” she shrugged.  “Let’s get back to Dupain-Cheng somehow managing to entice yet another hero though,” she continued, malicious glee sparkling in her eyes.

Ladybug’s mouth dropped in offense.  “She does not date a lot of heroes,” she rushed to assure Nightwing. “Only the one, really…”  She paused and looked at who she was talking to and her eyes widened in realization.  “… not that there’s anything wrong with dating a lot of superheroes… if that’s… um… what you want to do,” she finished weakly.

Bee snickered at the flustered cover-up.  “Yeah, she’s not like some heroes that date everyone they shake hands with.”

Nightwing gave an offended scoff.  “I have not dated that many people… or heroes.”

Bee scoffed.  “Maybe not that are officially sanctioned by the JL.”

“We didn’t say that you did,” Ladybug promised, “did we Bee?” she hissed at Bee through gritted teeth.  “And even if you had, there’s nothing wrong with that.  Right, Bee?  Because there’s nothing wrong with dating around.  Is there?”

“No,” Bee groused.  She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted for a moment before the pout became a vicious grin.  “Yeah, sure, we can stop talking about his dating history.  So, anyway, back to Dupain-Cheng…”

“Oh fu… I can’t believe I walked right into that,” Ladybug grumbled into her hands.

“It may be just the one she actually dated.  The rest just have wet dreams about her.”  She smirked at her.

“Bee!” Ladybug exclaimed her cheeks rapidly turning a dark scarlet.

“Relax, I know you and Dupain-Cheng have a… unique relationship, but that doesn’t change facts.  And pretending like she isn’t getting lusty looks from other people doesn’t change it either.”  Bee rolled her eyes and took a sip of her coffee.  The cup wasn’t nearly big enough to hide her widening smirk.  “You’re just going to have to suck it up.”

Nightwing perked up at that comment.  Well, that was an interesting tidbit.  “So you must know Marinette very well considering you know her dating history so well.”

Ladybug nodded while still glaring at Bee.  “Yes.  You could say that.  We know each other rather well.”

“Extremely well,” Bee agreed, her grin getting even sharper.  “I’ve known her since we were children but Ladybug still knows her much more intimately than I do.  Why don’t you tell him about her?”

“And I would trust her,” Ladybug continued over Bee.  “I have trusted her with a lot, both in and out of the suit.”

Bee cackled at the answer “Yeah LB do tell.  Go on about her amazing attributes.  Tell us all about her.”

“Bee,” Ladybug whined, her cheeks heating up.  Nightwing observed the interaction with a raised eyebrow.

“Come on, he’s going to think you don’t like Dupain-Cheng,” Bee teased.

“What! No!”  Ladybug straightened quickly, her eyes going wide.  “I do!  I like Dup… Marinette,” she glared quickly at Bee before she whipped back to face Nightwing with wide eyes.  “She’s great! She’s ama… She’s…” she faltered.  This was so awkward.  If she and Jason ended up getting serious, Nightwing was eventually going to know who she was and remember what she said here and if she overplayed it, he’d think she was pompous and hate her.  Then his whole family would hate her and Jason would break up with her because his family would convince him she was a terrible influence.

But! But if she wasn’t complimentary enough he’d think she didn’t like… herself and that she wasn’t trustworthy. Then he would convince Jason that it was a mistake to be with her and he’d break up with her because he’d trust his family’s word over hers and think she wasn’t a good person and deserved to be miserable.  She looked back up at Nightwing with a sigh.  “She’s a good person.  She deserves to be happy.”

Nightwing stared into her eyes for a few moments as if trying to read a part of her soul.  Finally, his eyes softened to a more sympathetic glint.  “I was worried about her knowing our identities but I’m mostly worried about him.  He’s been through a lot and he can be pretty hot and cold because of it and I just…”

Ladybug’s eyes softened too.  She looked down for a moment trying to figure out how to word her response.  “She’s… Marinette’s pretty understanding.  She’s had to deal with that before and it didn’t work then but… I don’t think that was on her…”  She pursed her lips and looked down while the memories washed over her. When she looked back up there was a bittersweet look in her eyes.  “She fights for the people she loves.  She puts effort in.  If you’re asking if I would trust her with an identity, I have before and she’s never let me down.  If you’re asking me if I would trust her with your brother’s heart, I would.  Whether it works out with him or not, she’ll still be there for him.  She’ll do everything in her power to protect it.  If you trust me, you can trust her.”

Nightwing reached out and squeezed her shoulder.  “Thank you.  This has been very helpful.  I’m sorry if I brought up any bad memories.”

Ladybug shook her head.  “No, it’s fine.  I hope I made you feel less worried about her.”

Nightwing nodded.  “You did. Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome,” Bee interjected loudly.  “Even though you didn’t ask me my opinion.”

“Sorry.  I hadn’t been given your name as a reference,” Nightwing said with only the tiniest touch of condescension.  

“I grew up with her,” Bee scoffed.  “And even though you didn’t ask, I’ll tell you my opinion anyway.”

“Bee…” Ladybug started, but her voice was tired.

“I don’t know who your brother is, but whoever he is…”  Ladybug sighed deeply and dropped her head.  “…he isn’t good enough for her.”  Ladybug’s head snapped up and her jaw dropped.

“Are you… are you admitting you like m… Marinette?”  Ladybug gaped.

“Relax, I’m not like hitting on her or anything.  I’m just...  Shut up.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away with a pout.  After a few seconds she looked back at Ladybug from the corner of her eye and rolled her eyes.  “Close your mouth, LB.  There probably aren’t flies here to fly in, but Beast Boy could always be transformed as a fly for whatever ridiculous reason and if you swallow him we can’t go on our date.”  

“You’re dating Beast Boy?  When did that happen?” Ladybug exclaimed.

Bee grabbed Ladybug’s arm and tugged her back in the direction they had been heading originally.  “I was trying to tell you before we were so rudely interrupted.”

Nightwing watched them walk away with a smile and a small wave.  That was a lot to take in, but at least now he knew she was trustworthy.

<><><><><> 

Marinette had just gotten home and immediately collapsed into her bed after an extremely long and wearing day when he heard an incessant pounding at the door that wouldn't stop.  “What the hell,” she groaned.  She pushed herself off the bed with a great deal of effort and shuffled to the front door. “Somebody better be about to die,” she grumbled to herself, “or someone’s going to be.”  She looked through the peep hole to see a frantic looking Jason. 

She whipped open the door for him.  “Jason! Are you okay?”  She reached to check him over to assure herself he was okay.

Jason stared at her for just a second.  “Dick just… He said… You slept with Ladybug!  She’s the one you dated?” he yelled.

Marinette blinked at him a few times trying to take in what he just said.  “What!?”

Continued in Truth so Cold

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Hey Queen! Beautiful Queen whom I love and adore! <3 It's me! Your bitch! That bitch! I was just thinking like, some wholesome Belphie is very much needed everywhere and for everyone. Like, MC is feeling super cuddly and stuff and they go to Belphie and it's just super fluffy and super cute, and really sweet - @belphies-cuhm-sluht <3

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Cow Pillow (BELPHEGOR X GN!READER)

It used to be that sleeping your life away felt almost like a sin, like it wasn’t allowed. There was a time for sleeping and there was a time for doing things and out of 24 hours in a day, only eight could be spent resting or you’d feel guilty. Maybe it’s the work drive in you or maybe it’s the feeling of endless guilt that makes you feel like you have to prove yourself by doing things, more things, and definitely things done better than by others. Maybe it’s also because too many people called you lazy throughout your life so you vowed to never be lazy, somewhat neglecting your own self to prove to others that you were worth it. Who cares if you suffered, as long as everyone else was happy with you, right? 

But throughout the years you found loopholes in that. They’re not even loopholes, but to you it makes more sense, and it makes you feel less guilty, rather than outright admitting that you like being lazy. These loopholes range from things like “I have spring allergies so I need some more rest…” to “well, it’s technically not due until the 25th…” to “People deserve love and affection and cuddling is my preferred type. It’s necessary to be loved in order to function.” All of these are valid all on their own, and yes, all of them are considered valid reasons, but it still makes you feel guilty admitting that, so you call them loopholes. Life’s loopholes to make you feel a little less shitty about something that’s, in all actuality, completely normal. 

Today’s ‘loophole’ however, was actually something new to you, kind of. It was rainy and storming; the perfect weather to kick back and just relax. Maybe read a book so you couldn’t call yourself completely lazy. After all, reading does challenge the brain and as long as you’re stimulating some part of yourself, whether that be mental or physical, it’s okay, right? It totally counts. But you also had someone with you that’s… the complete opposite of you and he lured you in. He lures you into the deep depths of laziness that you’re unsure you’ll ever be able to get out of once you’re in them. It’s almost creepy how he does it, too, without even lifting a finger. Without a worry in his mind. Without… trying. 

Belphegor didn’t care what people thought and somewhere, you admired him for that. He made it seem so easy. So what, he sleeps for 36 hours straight and no one bats an eye. If they do, he just avoids them. He doesn’t even pretend to give them the time of day and he’s explained it to you many times before. “Why would I worry about people I will never have to deal with, ever? Now that’s tiresome.” and it made sense. It would be tiresome to constantly think about how other people view you, don’t you think? Belphegor himself is hated by some, neutral for many, and loved by few, but he doesn’t care. The few people that love him, love him a whole lot and that’s all it takes for him. Maybe it’s also easier for him because that’s his avatar. Maybe. He does wonder how you do worry so much, though, because to him, that is crazy. 

He actually made it a point to influence you as much as he can just because you’re almost as bad as Lucifer when it comes to getting stuff done and besides the fact that it’s, in his eyes, annoying, he also doesn’t want someone as interesting as you to end up with Lucifer. What’s that supposed to be? Wanna-be dad and step-parent? The last thing he needs is for the person he’s interested in to call him son. No thank you. Anyway, he made it a point to enter your dreams and drag them out a little bit (a lot) longer than they’d usually have. The small “oh my God I slept through my alarm!” that he heard the first few times had him laughing, but also thinking about how adorable it is. “You worry too much…” is what he’d mumble in his own sleepy voice. 

Now it’s gotten to a point where he openly talks to you in your dreams and you willingly drag things out with him, but when you try to do the same in the actual world? He pretends to be asleep. Not because he doesn’t like talking to you, but he just feels more comfortable when he’s somewhat in control and can remove himself from the situation if need be, you know? That’s why he keeps his distance. He did openly admit that to you, though, and that’s fine. At least you know where he stands and that he doesn’t hate you. However, today you just… you just can’t wait until you fall asleep and until he enters your mind. It’s raining outside and you feel somewhat lonely. You’re in need of company and he’s your favorite type of company, even if you mainly hang out together in your mind. So today, you decided to just go into his room and join him. The worst he can do is say no, right? 

But he didn’t even do that. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even realize you entered until you stood in front of him and in all honesty, he didn’t even fully register that either. It’s more like… he realizes he’s not alone but he’s also not awake and he definitely doesn’t care enough to open his eyes. “Hm?” You were already whispering his name, explaining awkwardly that you just needed to cuddle. “Cuddle…” he just repeated the last word, rolling over onto his back and for a moment you feared he didn’t even recognize a thing you just said. “Okay… come here then.” “Hm? Are you sure? I can leave again Belphie…” Maybe you should take this day to do something productive? Everyone else will already be lazy so one person should do something, right? 

“Yes, come here. Lay down so I can lay on you.” He’s still not opening his eyes, only scooting back for you to join him on his bed and then waiting. You can either join or leave again and he doesn’t really care which option you choose. Except he does. He just won’t admit it if you choose wrong. “O...okay… yeah. I’m already here.” And you really, really would like to cuddle with him, after all. You laid down beside him, carefully, trying to respect his boundaries but also trying to remember that he did want to lay on you so should You lay on your back? “Oh… oh yeah okay this is fine.” You couldn’t even ask him because the minute he felt the bed dip, he moved back closer to you and curled into your side, placing his head on your chest and wrapping his arm around you. 

“Is this okay? Belphie?” He only hummed in response, nuzzling into you, and you carefully wrapped your arms around him too. It felt nice. Really nice, and you found yourself relaxing almost immediately, although you did blame it on Belphie more than anything. He does have that calming effect on people after all. “You’re better than the pillow, but…” You looked down at his head confused until you felt him shift, his face buried deep in your chest now while he tried to keep his horns away from poking you. His tail swayed behind him for a second before wrapping around your waist right beside his arms. “That’s better…” you looked at him, poking his horn for a moment before laughing. How is this better? How is this comfortable? Can he breathe? He must be breathing otherwise he wouldn’t lay like this, right? 

“You worry too much…” “What?” How did he know? You weren’t even asleep yet. He chuckled, lifting his head a bit and smiling at you, eyes still closed. “I don’t need you to be asleep in order to be inside your head… stop worrying so much. I know you want this.” He put his head back down right after, his whole body relaxing against yours and for a moment you wondered if this actually happened. “Belphie… I just…!” “Yeah I know. You want this but you worry about not doing enough. Just shut up already, okay? You, of all people, deserve to relax and what better way to relax than with me? Just ssshh… go to sleep. I won’t let you leave until I decide that you have rested enough.” And by that he means… you’re stuck with him on top of you until the next day has come and he’s thoroughly convinced you took some time for yourself. 

“You’re so silly, Belphie…” But it also felt really, really nice to have someone that seemed to care so much. And he does. He cares a lot. And he wishes you’d be more like him, in a sense, but then again… he’d just keep you with him at all times and make you his new cow pillow. It’s not like that’s going to be an issue, though, right?