#but its gotten brought up so often 😭

[aufgrundlagedeinerlikes]

there is a special connection between the one club that will let people 16+ in and teenagers

[sweetlady555]

My Personal Solar Return Observations Pt I

I just got into astrology more and I’ve been suupeerrr into solar return observations lately and this is what I have observed from my own chart! My birthday was 2 months ago and the solar return is SOLAR RETURNING .

Moon in 8h in Aquarius SR - TONS of family secrets coming to the surface. Almost concerning? . Im finding out soo much stuff about my parents . My home environment is also changing a lot, my dad used to be home a lot and now my dad has like completely abandoned me lmaooo . such a strange uranus energy since aquarius is ruled by uranus . Ive been feeling more independent lately and sometimes I dissociate and pretend im living in LA in my own studio alone and away from my unstable family 😍….. I have my chart ruler in here too haha (pray for me) 😊 so this year is definitely going to be transforming AF . Im sensing it everything feels too intense lately 👁️ ..

Cancer Rising SR - I’ve been dealing with a lot of family stuff over the years (toxic relationships that r still ongoing lmaoaoa) and im noticing that instead of digging myself deeper or being depressed, i’ve been nurturing myself more and turning my space into a cozy sanctuary and not into some bed rotting mess😹. Ive been improving my current living situation compared to the past so theres definitely nurturing myself more , saying affirmations in the mirror , working on my self care , getting offered help from my step-family.

Sun in 12H in Cancer SR - I got into astrology a lot of spiritual stuff . Also communicating with my spirit guides more often etc .. I definitely do feel more connected to my spirit guides now I feel im being guided and protected a lot this year . everything feels like its just meant to happen and i mean that in the best way . Getting vivid dreams, ive been writing them down more a lot lately and they’ve been giving me insights on my subconscious and even slight deja vu? I remember I dreamt of me and my dad in my aunts car and 2 days later she had called me and gotten upset because my dad took her car and hadnt brought it back after she let him borrow it for a few hours. Even though my sleep schedule is so bad i love dreaming more now because the universe always gifts me with something meaningful and beautiful in my dreams🙏. Also I been listening to music like A Looottttt more lately EVEN WHEN IM ASLEEP😭 im like oohhh whos playing this banger and i wake up and its just music thats been on shuffle for the past 9 hours 💀

Venus 12H in Cancer 10° SR - finding out what i want in relationships , although i do feel like its becoming hard to connect with others in that way ..? does that make sense ? ive been doing lots of self love affirmations that my dreams consist of love and harmonious energies 😹sometimes ill think about love and a boyfriend and really want it but the next day ill be like wow i love myself so much i really cannot see myself with anyone😇.. lots of creative solitude , being more open to recieve love from my family members AFTER REFUSING multiple times ( it makes me icky sometimes still ) learning compassion and forgiveness for others , im a scorpio moon in my natal so ive held grudges since 6th grade i never cared 😭😭😩.. but this venus in 12h is like reversing the effect… 👁️💧

Venus Conjuct Asc in Cancer SR - GLOW UP PLACEMENT 🙏 i was sexy before but its like my sexiness increased by like 10x . People are noticing it too!! i got told “bros evolving” on one of my posts 😭😭 I also feel like im finding my own personal style aswell! . I also see my body changing (in a good way)

Sun conjuct Asc in Cancer SR - confidence on 1000!!! feeling self assured , nobody can really tell me anything bad about me TO ME and think ILL believe it cuz i wont!! i know who i am thankqqq😛

Mercury 1h in Cancer SR - i feel like this placement helped add onto me becoming so self assured in myself and figuring out who i truly am . Ive been studying and researching about myself a lootttt too !! Ive been getting a lot of gut feelings and just proceeding with them and usually i wont and ill just go with logic but idgaf anymore because usually these gut feelings usually lead to something so worth the outcome whether it may look good or bad!

Mars 11h in Taurus 12° SR - I have lots of amazing goals and things im looking forward to for this year!! I feel so eager to just GO FOR IT but taurus is a slow and steady sign so thats just how i been moving lately .. in silence too cuz there be haters all around 🤐

Pluto 7h in Aquarius 1° SR - ive been unfriending a lot of people to make new friendships idk if thats a bad thing but all the past people i feel are secretly plotting against me… most likely that 1° because i heard that could represent enemies? take that with a grain of salt but anyway ive been more clearer about what i want in friendships aswell which is goal oriented people who just want to get rich and make something for themselves!!! Im tired of the self limiting beliefs and the envy!!!

Saturn 9h in Pisces 19° SR - I start my senior year this month and I plan on graduating early , saturn rules discipline and structure but also setbacks . i feel like this school year although i have that vision i feel like im gonna have to put a lot of work this year lmao i hate school so much i was supposed to go to summer school but i ended up not going to get my mind right before the school year started which has really helped tho imo . i wanted to drop out but at the same time my pride is too high and i feel like this is a great opportunity to build discipline, time management and responsibility for the goals that ill have after i graduate. ive already been setting the milestones and all which is the saturn and pisces influence comin thru 🙏

Neptune 9h in Pisces 29° SR - the 29° usually the “fame indicator degree” can also represent a start to completion/ending of something , since i would be focused on graduating early for my senior year i could see this as me graduating early and completing that academic journey and preparing and embracing a new journey . i feel like this would most likely be spiritual because i caaannooottt focus on school and astrology and spirituality all at the same time because 9 times out of 10 my focus is on astrology and spirituality i needa get my priorities straight😭😩😹..

Just wanted to note this but while reading your SR chart its important to look at your South Node aswell because it can show you what lessons and patterns you need to review / past influences & comfort zones . 1h nn = 7h sn , 2h nn = 8h sn , 3h nn = 9h sn , 4h nn = 10h sn , 5h nn = 11h sn , and so on

North Node 10h in Aries&South Node 4h in Libra - The SN 4h Libra and NN 10H Aries could show that I have to balance my growth and comfort and moving towards new opportunities. With South Node in the 4H in Libra, I may find myself relying on familiar comforts from my past . The south node here might show that I might fall back into old family dynamics . my step family is offering for me to move in with them to help me get back up on my feet and this is such a good opportunity but they did this before though last year and I ended up moving back with my neglectful dad and I just fell depressedddddd . ill prolly release my old patterns where I would be moving away from family support because last year my mom offered to help me and support me and i ended up being manipulated and i fell depressed again then went to my step dad for help so i can get ahead and i went back with my dad and got even more depressed lmaoo but ill see how this ends up playing out. With the north node in the 10h in aries , i’ve been really focused on building my own unique self image instead of just catering to what others expected of me . Ill be looking forward to the goals I have planned out while actively working on them . With the influence of Aries too, bold and courageous, I’d most likely be taking risks to pursue my goals and stepping out my comfort zone. Probably by being SO FED UP with my controlling dad that I just take that leap 💯

this is my first observation post i was gonna go to sleep but i was dedicated to finish this tonight, i hope this was insightful to many of you and may this year bring all of us sweet blessings ⭐️

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Hi there! I've read a lot of ROTTMNT fics, and I mean. A LOT. But holy fuck The Neon Void is literally the most amazing thing I've ever read.

The pacing is FANTASTIC? I'm way too impatient for reveals to take so long in my own writing, the fact you've managed to make it last 20 chapters (so far)? INSANE. /POS.

The characterization is absolutely phenomenal, it genuinely feels like this is something that could have happened in canon. It FEELS like the characters in every sense, even with Leo being the way he is! Its genuinely amazing.

Not to mention the ANGST. Presumed death is my favorite trope ever, and the fact all of their grief feels so palpable? The way you described Raph's grief in one of the chapters stuck with me so much, I forget the exact wording but it was like "He couldn't be more grateful to have had Leo for a brother, or more proud of the fact he had been his big brother" I don't know something like that AND IT FELT LIKE A KNIFE TO THE CHEST. WONDERFULLY DONE.

AND THE TELEPORTATION THING- making true teleportation so difficult in such a smart way was such a great move. I LOVE that aspect so much.

I'm gonna cut this ramble off here before I further go off the rails, I just wanted to say this is my all time favorite fanfic EVER. Even long when this is over I expect myself to come back to reread it VERY often. You're doing an amazing job, and you're a really awesome writer!

Have a wonderful day! :D

SOB THANK U SO MUCH

But seriously, that means a lot ;w; I’m always worried that my pacing is too slow, or if I’m hitting the marks on the boys’ personalities. ESPECIALLY with Leo fighting between insane giggle fits and self-loathing. It's been a challenge for sure. The reassurance that it’s somewhat believable makes me incredibly happy ;w; The story beats of this fic are honestly new territory for me—so it means the WORLD to me that you took the time to let me know you like my silly story!!! Especially since this is the first fic I’ve ever published—it’s a huge relief knowing that people enjoy my brain worms LOL

Honestly the amount of positive feedback I’ve gotten just from my silly little fic has totally floored me. Everyone has been so sweet and so kind and honestly writing this fic has brought me so much joy and I’m so happy that it makes other people happy too ;w;

But like??? The fact you feel like it could be canon?? THAT IS SUCH A HIGH COMPLIMENT THANK YOU 😭😭😭 I will admit I am proud of the teleportation aspect, and while I have some other silly particle physics lessons planned I just hope it all makes sense to readers in the end ;w;

Thank you again so so so much ;w; I love big dramatic reveal fics too, so it’s been VERY painful for me to have made it this far without a reveal LMAO. Seriously, I can’t wait to get this silly guy written and moved out of my head to free up rent space for some fanfic READING again (I WILL get distracted if I let myself read other fics rn SOB) I’ll def have to check yours out too because it sounds DELICIOUS 🤤✨

[nerdy-frog98]

I am now on season 4 of 9-1-1 Lone Star! It took me a hot minute to get here, but 💥

I want to share some opinions, but a little disclaimer; this show was not really made for me. As an ex-religious girlie, the amount of religion in the show often makes me uncomfortable. I also have a hard time with overbearing personalities, so Owen puts me off about 80% of the time. Even with all that in mind, I still really love this show. It might not have been made for me, but I can still appreciate good storylines and characters the way they were intended to be enjoyed.

First. Tarlos is the only couple I care about on this show. Nancy and Mateo are kinda cute too, and I love the Tommy dating storylines, but I am not invested in any of them like I am Tarlos. (The freeze emergency at the beginning of season 3 was so good, oh my god. The angst between them was insanely good.)

Second. As far as individual storylines go…I mainly care about Judd + Grace (as a couple), TK, and Carlos. Sometimes Tommy, and sometimesssss the others in the 126. The first four I stated though, I consistently care about their storylines. On the other hand, I *rarely* care about Owen’s storylines unless they revolve heavily around the 126 or TK. If he’s on his own with his friends or a love interest, I get so bored 😭

Third. One thing this show does almost as well as the og 9-1-1 is the platonic relationships between the characters. The 126 having game nights is so cute. TNT interactions make me super happy. It’s overall very believable that these characters love and respect each other.

Fourth. Both 9-1-1’s are traumatic, but lone star kinda feels…more and less at the same time. More side characters die in brutal ways, but the characters don’t seem to linger on the trauma the way the og characters do with theirs. Like, Tommy’s husband died and that episode was traumatic, but then the next episode she seems to be doing okay. Maybe I just binged the episodes too fast ?

Fifth, and this is more like an addition to an earlier point, but holy shit. Some of the stories on this show are so fucking good. The episode where Marjan saves the girl from her abusive fiancé was amazing, and then the following episode with her being hunted by the fiancé and ultimately being saved by herself???? THAT WAS TELEVISION, BABEY. I was sobbing so hard I had to pause and take a breather. I plan on rewatching that episode again real soon, because wowwowow.

Overall, the show is entertaining and I love a lot of what the show is trying to do. The negatives were very strong in the beginning (season one was rough with how much religion was brought up. S1 Grace was enemy #1), but they’ve gotten better as the show matured and found its footing. I’m trying to catch up so I can watch the final part of the show live. [as much as I’ve struggled with a lot of the material, I am sad it was cancelled. Wasn’t deserved.]

[silent-raven13]

You're my Habichuelas to my Beans on Toast! 😘

(I know weird title, sounded good in my head 😭😂 Also I was gonna title it The thing about beans, but I didn't like it. Maybe Your my Habichuelas and I'm your Beans on Toast 🤔)

(Warning: Slight mention of alcoholism, child abused; starvation-ish)

Every so often Hobie would come by to the Morales family for dinner, he's been doing it for about three to four years, since he started dating Miles. Maybe more when he used to come by with Gwen and Pav.

Mrs. Morales is always kind to offer them to stay over and eat dinner. Whenever she had a day off, she plans to cook double the amount of food, whenever Miles brought home his friends or as of lately, his boyfriend. Sometimes she would look at his body noticing how skinny he is, she would touch his arms or face to feel the bones under his skin. A habit she always did with Miles, too.

Her Puerto Rican instincts took over, always offering more food, telling Hobie or Miles' friends to take some food home. It's always been that way. The funny thing about Hobie is no matter how much he ate, he always remain skinny.

In the beginning, he was overwhelmed by the amount of plates he had to eat. Always being so stuffed, so full that he felt his stomach bulge out. Miles would laugh at the small round belly he would have, because it looked so odd with his tall body. Hobie gotten so used to rarely eating ever since he ran away from home, living on his boathouse with only a canned of beans and toast were his go-to meal. Oh, and he always have beer, his cigarettes and weed to keep him full.

The punker almost forgot how he used to do it, starving for three days at a time. Now, he gotten so used to Rio's meals, he felt hungry! Been a long time since he felt that way, he recalls it was his early childhood when his mother wouldn't buy food for days at a time leaving him and his siblings to starve or search anything in the kitchen. And you guessed it!

They would find a canned of Beans and left over white bread. Their mother would be knocked out from drinking too much, or she would go to the bar leaving them alone. Hobie had to heat up the canned of beans and split it with eight of siblings, always trying to make it last long enough- How he did it? He would add water, steal some vegetables to give it the Jamaican flare, and sometimes his other siblings would hustle on the street to buy a loaf of bread.

He always did worried for them, they were so young to be out on the streets trying to wash cars or pretend to be homeless just for some cash. It was the only way to survive with his neglectful mum. That bitch.

Now, he's blessed with an amazing boyfriend that would always bake him goods or give him leftovers from Mrs. Morales. He never felt so loved from the Morales Family, it felt nice to be part of a heartwarming family. Even if Jeff and Billie give him looks, they are protective of their son, which Hobie will have that then them hating him.

Hobie stood on top of a building noticing Miles behind him, "Hey, baby." His boyfriend gave him a side hug and kiss with their masks on.

"Hey, Sunflower."

"You coming over for dinner, right?"

"Right!" Hobie's stomach growling.

Miles's mask eyes widen being surprised at his lovers' stomach, "Is your stomach growling? I don't think I ever heard it growl." The nineteen year old pouted under his mask, "Have you been eating, mi amor?"

"Hah, it's fine, luv. My stomach knows when to eat." His boyfriend chuckles in amusement, "Its good, I can eat."

"Oh good, my mom made a lot of food today. She made arroz con habichuelas, your favorite! Some chicken, fried plantains, mofongo, salad- Baby, so much! She thinks you lost weight!" Miles said out loud.

"Ha, guess I have to eat three plates today."

"It's okay to go easy on yourself," The nineteen year old Spider-man rubs Hobie's flat hard stomach feeling his abs, "Last time you look like your were about to passed out."

"I did over did it with those pastries, huh?"

"Billie and my dad was about to fight you for taking the last one, too." He giggles, he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, "Baby, go easy on yourself today. You can always take the left overs at your place."

"Okay, luv." Hobie lifts up his mask to reveal his mouth, then lifts Miles' to kiss him, "Mmm, I think I'm spoiling myself with dessert first."

Miles chuckles giving him another kissed, this time he snuck in some tongue, "Mmm, me too. You taste so good." He could feel Hobie's hand on his rear. "Haha. Hobie, chill baby. We have dinner with my family."

"Can't help it, you got a nice arse, luv." Hobie kisses him against adding his tongue into the mix. The two let their tongues play with each other to the point Hobie likes to suckle on Miles' tongue giving a low purr sound. Miles would mew back at him with a delightful tone.

Then they both jump hearing Miles' Smartphone ringing out loud causing them to stop, "It's my mom." Miles said being a bit annoyed that she's calling him again. They were getting to the best part of their make out session. He pick up his phone while Hobie continues to kiss him around his cheek and neck. "Hola, mamí?"

Hobie could hear Rio's voice speaking in Spanish, his lips suckling on Miles' neck leaving him a hickey. Just a little surprised to pissed off Jeff. "Sí. Sí! Mami, el viene! Yeah, ma! We're heading there, right now." He could feel Hobie's mouth suckling on his neck giving him a hickey, his hand lightly tap his shoulder to let him stop. "Okay, bye. Love you! Love you, too Billie!" They both could hear the little girl in the background shouting out loud for Miles.

When Miles hung up, he playfully slap his boyfriend's arm, "BAE! You gave me a hickey! Ugh, my dad is so gonna kill you! Do you want to be dead?" He rub where his boyfriend kissed him.

Hobie laughs out loud, "Let him try. Besides, we been together for a good while, darling. He should know by now we have fun, if you catch my drift."

"Ew, BAE! No! I don't want them thinking that. It's weird!" Miles whines with his hand gently punching his boyfriend's chest, almost playing around. "And embarrassing!"

"Awe, but he did saw us making out on your bed!"

"And why did you think he wants the door wide open! He almost threaten to remove it!"

"You're not his daughter! He acting like your his little princess instead of his son."

"Because I am his only son!" Miles whines at his boyfriend, "His baby boy who happens to be bisexual! He's over protective!"

"Too protective, if you ask me. I'm surprised they want to know where your at, or what time your coming home!"

Miles laughs in amusement, "That's what happens when you got a Puerto Rican mom, bae. There's no such thing as freedom under a Black Latino household. I'm just lucky they didn't give me curfews, some of the kids I grew up on my block still have them."

"That's bonkers, luv. I rather be free than at home."

"Why you think I spend most of the time sneaking out, bae?" Miles smirks at him. "Anyway, let's go. My mom said food is hot." He pulled down his mask to cover his mouth as he began swinging to his home, Hobie follows!

"Ya! YAYAYA! Ohh, yummy!" Billie sits in her high chair holding out her spoon being so excited to eat, her mom always makes the most delicious meals. Her favorite would be mofongo and arroz con haichuelas. Something about them makes her mouth water. She had her cute little Doc McStuffin bib on, "Ohh! Oh!" Her eyes saw her dad pouring juice in his cup. "Jugo! Jugo!"

"I'm coming, princess." Jeff chuckles, seeing his kid wanting her juice in a sippy cup.

"Remember to water it down. She can't have too much sugar, mi amor." Rio said to her husband.

Jeff said, "I know the drill, honey." He took a pink sippy cup adding a bit of water then juice to dilute it. Tightening the lib, he handed the sippy cup to his toddler.

"Gracias, papá!" Billie happily took her sippy cup to drink it. "Mmm, juice!"

"Aye, sî, mi bebé." Rio coos at her daughter as she placed a bowl of salad in the middle of the table, she put her hands on her hips. "Where is Miles and Hobie?"

"I don't know. You called me them?" Jeff asked serving Billie's plate and his wife food. Then, he made his own plate.

"Yes, and he said he was almost here! That boy always late."

"Hmph, I'm telling you. Hobie got him running around the streets." Jeff grunts.

"Aye, Hobie only listens to Miles."

"You're telling me Miles is the one telling him what to do?" Jeff asked in disbelief. "I never seen Miles do that."

"He's part Puerto Rican, Jeff. I wouldn't be surprised if he's a bit tóxico or the jealous type with his novio! Remember how I was when we were dating?"

"How can I forget? You always hated when any girl came to flirt with this handsome man." Jeff grins widely remembering Rio being the jealous type and never taking bullshit from anything.

"Hahaha," Billie got her plate of food being happy, "Yummy!" Jeff set his wife's plate and his own on their spot.

"You hungry, mi amor?" Rio asked her daughter watching her take a spoonful into her mouth.

"Mmhhmm," Billie nodded with excitement. What more could she want in life? She got Arroz con Habichuelas, mofongo and her juice! Life is good for her.

Then, Miles quickly open the front door with his key wearing a work out outfit that covers his Spiderman suit underneath him. "Sorry, we're late. Had to catch the bus!" He said out loud sounding like a lie. "Hobie is here!"

"Hola, Mrs. Morales. Hey, dad." Hobie grins widely at Jeff, hearing the older man choking on his own plate of food. Rio cover her hand to hide her laughter seeing the way her husband went to grab his glass of juice to chug whatever he's choking on.

"Excuse me, young man?" Jeff finally asked in his firm policeman tone.

Hobie grins widely like picking on Miles' dad for the heck of it, "Nuthin' just saying hello, pops!"

Miles playfully pat Hobie, "Behave, bae. I'ma go serve you a plate."

Hobie said, "Its fine, luv. I can serve myself." He quickly dodges a dart aimed at him, he looks over to find Billie using her web shooter.

"Damn." She said with a pout.

Rio's eyes widen, "Billie, no se digas eso!" She glares at Jeff, "Did you thought her that?"

Hobie laughs at the way Rio scolding Jeff, he went over to find Miles by the stove getting food for him. The punker rested his head on his lover's shoulder watching him serve his food. "Luv, it's okay. I can serve my-" Miles cut him off, "No, I'll do it. You want more arroz?"

"Yes, darling. Two more scoops."

"Wow, you love rice and beans more than me. Are you sure you're not Puerto Rican, bae?" The nineteen year old chuckles.

"Heh, I am Jamaican, luv." Hobie saw his boyfriend opening another lid that had cooked seasoned chicken, "Two legs, please."

"Okay." He said putting two legs of cooked chicken on the plate.

"There's Mofongo! El necesita comer, Miles!" Rio said out loud.

"Okay, mamí." Miles said to Hobie, "She said you gotta eat Mofongo."

"Ay, tostones, también!"

"And tostones."

"Give me all of it." Hobie kisses Miles' cheek, "I'll eat everything."

Miles giggles, "Alright!"

"Hey, six feet apart, young man!" Jeff eyes the two seeing how close Hobie would get close to his son with his arms around his waist. Nope, he did not like that, his son is too young to be manhandle like that.

"Ay, Jeff. Déjalo!" Rio lightly pat her husband's hands, she turns over to find nothing wrong, "You used to do that to me!"

"Well-I- I was a committed boyfriend at th-" Billie snorted, "Hmmm."

Hobie turns over with grin on his face, "Don't worry, pops. I'm committed to my darling Sunflower." He lay his head on Miles' back who's still busy adding food on his plate.

"It's fine, mi amor." Rio rubs her husband's hand, "Let them snuggle."

"Heh, yo wouldn't like it if Miles was a girl and be 'snuggling' like that." Jeff grunts.

Miles got his own plate of food, "Hey, bae. You thirsty?"

"Yeah, I'll have a pop if you got any."

"Okay." His boyfriend went into the fridge to pull out two glass bottles of Coke Cola, and open the cap with a bottle opener. The two took their own plates and pop to sit beside each other. Rio saw Hobie sitting at the end of the table across from Jeff, which is always funny to see the two facing each other. Miles sat next to his mom while his boyfriend on his right side.

"Oui? Que poquito!" Rio's eyes glanced at Hobie's plate, "Miles, you didn't give him enough!"

Miles look at his boyfriend's plate seeing the mountain of food, "Mamí, I did! Look, he got three big scoops of arroz, dos piernas de pollo yet mofongo. I even gave him five tostones!"

"Mira qué flaco tu novio es! He needs more food, Miles. You gonna need to serve him a second plate." Rio said with a worry tone, somehow she always find a way to overfed her son's boyfriend.

"Baby, he's fine. The boy can't be eating all our food!" Jeff said with a grunt. "Billie may want another plate of mofongo."

"Huh uh!" Billie chews with her mouth covered in food and her bid all dirty.

"Actually I wouldn't mind another plate of rice and beans. It's one of my favorites." Hobie began eating his plate already feeling his stomach being so happy.

"See! He's gonna be a fine Boricua para Miles." Rio smirks at her husband, "He likes the food, I bet you love it more than tu país' comida!"

Miles spoke for Hobie, "Hahaha, ma. Hobie loves England." The two made up a lie that Hobie move to the USA from England to get his music career going as a Punk Star. It's one of the best lies, since they didn't have to worry about meeting his boyfriend's families... not yet that is.

"Say," Jeff began as he uses a fork to get a rice into his mouth, "What do you, British people eat over there? Or ya'll just drink tea and crumpets?"

"Dad! That's rude!" Miles said out loud, being in shock by his dad's words.

"What? Don't they just drink tea and eat those little fancy cakes?" Jeff asked out loud.

"I saw this video on Youtube of this guy going to London and he ate this big English breakfast and it got these steamed tomatoes, sausages, runny egg, and beans! I never knew British people like beans?" Rio asked out loud being surprised about her discovery on English food.

"I dunno... can't trust some white people making beans." Jeff mutters lowly.

Hobie laughs out loud in amusement, he glances at Miles biting his bottom lip, "It's alright, luv. They wanna know." He reassures his partner before talking, "Actually, I grew up with a different experience, my mum was absent and me and my siblings would eat a lot of store bought meals. So, I never actually had those fancy little cakes or English breakfast till... I started my band and made some money."

"So what did you eat growing up?" Rio asked sounding a bit worried. An absent mother? That got alarms ringing in her head.

"Well, I am Jamaican, so my English meals would have a bit of flare, a bit of seasoning- but often I enjoyed a bottle of ale with beans on toast." He said out loud.

Now, Miles' parents knew Hobie drinks, and he used the excuse that English teenagers drink early without being in trouble with the law, it's not illegal unlike here in the USA. "Qué, Qué?' Rio arched her eyebrows, "Beans on toast?"

"Well, I give you that, a nice cold beer is better than any tea with a meal." Jeff grunts. "But what is beans on toast, Mr. Brown?"

"It's ya regular canned beans on a good toast. One of my favorite meals growing up." Hobie casually chews his food.

Miles slowly chews, "Like frijoles con pan? The way Mexicans, and Central Americans eat it?"

"What do you mean, luv?" Hobie arched his eyebrows. "You seen me eat it before."

"Did I?" Miles tries to remember, "Ohhh, wait those are beans? I thought it was jam or some spread!"

"No, darling. Those are beans! The best ones are from the Hienz brand with tomato sauce." Hobie said, he let out a chuckle seeing Miles' parents looked so confused.

"Heinz? Como la ketchup bottle brand?" Rio asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Morales."

"Heinz do make baked beans, but aren't they sweet beans?" Jeff asked, finding his stomach bubbling in a weird way at the thought.

"I never knew..." Rio honestly said, "I'm so used to buying Goya."

"Do you just eat it with toast?" Miles asked, he only ate his Habicuelas with rice, unless if they ever and he means EVER ran out of rice, he would grab a french bread or pan Sabao to eat his beans. It's filling for him to last through the afternoon, but it's very rare. His mom always have stacks of white rice in pantry.

Also he didn't want to judge his boyfriend's favorite meal, when they are eating beans and rice. Not to mention, a lot of Mexicans and Central American folks like to eat refried beans with bread.

"Actually it's a bit sweet cause that tomato sauce, but I always fancy adding more salt to my beans." Hobie began then answered Miles' question, "Growing up we would eat it just like that. Sometimes if we're lucky we get salted butter. Some like it with cheese on top or get a little fancy with an egg yolk, or I've seen some like to add sugar to make it sweeter. I always prefer it savory with some onion, fresh tomatoes, bell peppers and garlic." He chuckles looking at his boyfriend's giving a slight nod.

"Ma!" Billie finished her plate wanting more.

"Quieres mas, mi niña?" Her mom got up to serve her a bit more when Billie drink her juice giving a nod.

Jeff said, "Egg yolk? I think I would've liked it if you ate fancy little cakes instead."

"My family was never able to afford it, pops." Hobie grins widely not being too bothered sharing his childhood life, as long it's not too deep.

"Pero, mijo..." Rio came back with Billie's plate have a little bit of mofongo and rice with beans, "Was there anything else you grew up eating?"

"Well, Jamaican patties, store bought. Canned soups, frozen meals. Money was always tight." Hobie remembers him and his siblings would do the shopping with a few bucks and try to make their money stretched. The memories of finding cheap cans, frozen meals and anything that help them last till the next was always a struggle. "Sometimes we would make up ways to make eggs last longer like adding flour or corn bread. There was nine of us."

"Dios mio." Rio sounded upset hearing that, she never wanted her own kids to struggle that way. She knew the moment her and Jeff were married and planned to have kids is to always make enough money for their family. No wonder Hobie is so thin. "Aye, no. Miles, dale mas comida! Con razón es tan flaco!"

"Mamí, he's fine now. He ates all the time!" Miles said out loud seeing how his mom already panicking as if Hobie is going to disappear. Rio came with another plate with more food for the tall English punker.

Hobie laughs in amusement, "It's alright, luv. I can eat it."

"I don't want you to get a stomach ache." Miles said being worried as he watched his mom place a plate of food with extra everything much bigger than what Miles serve him.

"Ma, that's too much food! You're gonna kill him!"

"Miles, no empieces! I never heard of someone dying from being full and I work at the hospital!" Rio smack her lips.

"Yayayaya," Billie mimics her mom.

Jeff said to Hobie, "You better eat all of that, before you make her mad."

The family went back and forth talking during dinner. Hobie helped Miles cleaned up while Jeff lay on the couch watching television with Billie. The middle age man slowly knocked out letting Billie have to remote to put on her show. The little girl giggles as she watch Bluey.

Rio packed some food for Hobie to take home, which he didn't mind. Sometimes his bandmates would come by and eat most of it. He normally likes Rio's Habichuelas Guisadas, they savory full of powerful flavor, the taste of potato and olives give another extra level.

The two wanted some alone time, so Hobie casually said, "Darling wanna go for a walk?" A walk meaning let's be Spiderman and hang out somewhere.

Miles smiles widely, "Sure." He went to get his Smartphone and keys to the front door, "Ma, I'm going out with Hobie. I'll be back."

"Okay, be home by eleven!" Rio hums as she went to sit on the couch next to her snoring husband and daughter.

"Ma, I'm nineteen!" He pouts having to whine a bit. Hobie likes it when Miles acted a little spoiled bratty toward his parents, it's cute to see his legs shake.

Rio gave him a look then sighs, "Midnight." Her voice stern. "Under this roof, you still have a curfew!"

"Okay!" Miles rather have that, than ten'o clock when he was younger! This is why he rather sneak out than ask.

"Thank you, Mrs. Morales for the meal. It was amazing as always." Hobie said to Miles' mother putting on his good charms. He went over to give her a hug. "Have a good night."

"Thank you, hijo! You're always welcome to eat here. Qué tengas buenas noches." She smiles to him, her hand patting his back, "You got plenty of food?"

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded, then he lightly pinches Billie's cheek, "Good night, Billie Boo." Holding his plastic bag filled with containers of food.

"Mmm, no!" She turns her head at him, as she swat his hand away from her face. "No, sleep!"

"Billie be nice." Her mom said.

Hobie chuckles at the little girl turning back to watch her show. Then, he saw Jeff knocked out snoring, seeing how he didn't need to say good-bye to him. He went along with Miles with his arm around his lover's shoulder as they walk out of the apartment.

The two quickly went up on the building's roof and started to put their masks on. They went to a much higher building from the public eye view, swinging with their webs doing fun tricks and flips.

The two got to see the sky already getting dark. "Ugh, I'm stuffed." Hobie said hitting his chest to get rid that feeling of being full. He took off his mask to breathe better.

"Told you not to eat, bae." Miles took off his mask, his nike black and neon pink outfit protecting him from the cold night. "You good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Sunflower. I'm actually better that I'm full." He stood showing off his stomach, "See? No belly."

"Yeah, that means you're getting used to eating so much." Miles' eyes on his partner's flat stomach, "How did you put it all away?"

"I just do." He chuckles pulling his boyfriend into his arms still holding a bag of his food. Leaning over to kisses his boyfriend's lips.

The sound of them kissing got them more into it. Miles' hands hold Hobie's fit arms, he let out a little moan, "Mmm."

His boyfriend would chuckles as they kept going with their tongue. They can taste their savory mouth, their lips smacking against each other. Once Miles pulled away, "Shit, I wished I snuck out." He pouted.

"You can still can. Go back home and snuck out when they fall asleep." Hobie purrs having to pull his lover closer to his crotch, "Luv, you got me in a frenzy."

"Mmm, me too." Miles kiss him again, "Mwah. Mwah." Giving his boyfriend all the kisses, then pulls away, "You know, I don't mind giving it a try."

"Trying what?"

"Beans on toast. I want to try it," His hands rubbing his boyfriend's muscular chest feeling it through all the punk layer clothing, "I wanna know what you like, learn more about your childhood and family."

"Oh," Hobie suddenly became defensively, "Luv, we don't need to go that deep. I'm fine with you trying my favorite meal and meeting my siblings, but more?"

"Hobie, I wanna be there for you. I still don't know much on your past. You keep avoiding it. The only thing I got is your dad a fucking asshole for bailing out on you and your family, and your mom being absent."

"Miles, my mum is drunk. I've told you this." His boyfriend move away wanting to move away from this topic.

"Yeah, but I wanna know about little Hobie." Miles tries to having his boyfriend close to him, "Hobie Brown, at least open up to me more, I'm your boyfriend."

"It's not that easy, luv. We are Spidermen. We went through too much crap, I... look," He holds his boyfriend's hands, "give me more time, hm? For now, I'll let you try my childhood meals. Okay, sunflower?"

"Okay," Miles pouts, "I love you, Hobie. I just want to know more about you, okay."

"I know, luv. It's hard for me." He kisses his lover, "I promise I'll be open to you. You know, your my Sunflower."

"I know." He felt Hobie's lips on his cheek.

"You know, you're my Habichuelas to my bean toast." He grins widely.

Miles blink a couple of times, "What?" He laughs playfully shoving his boyfriend back, "That's so fucking cheesy, damn!"

"I had to try it. Does it work?"

"No! But I love you, so I'll take it." Miles kisses him back.

"So it's a win!" Hobie grins widely holding his boyfriend as they kissed, again. They enjoyed their time making out.

(So Hobie got some siblings and I was surprised he would be the youngest out of the 9.)

(Part 2)

[puppetgearing]

Help, Niko disliking sweets and Eclair always needing something sweet with her coffee is sending me cause Niko, how are you gonna come into her office with your nose all scrunched up because she brought in some pastires for the department 😭

But I can't help but think she'd also make sure to have a collection of teas that Niko might enjoy in her office too (might've even gotten some suggestions from Wrio on what kind of teas Niko likes most) and gets some less sweet and more savory pastries for Niko to enjoy so he doesn't feel left out when he does come up to hang around in her office. Teasing and wry jabs or not, she DOES want Niko to feel comfortable and welcomed in her office when he comes around!!

AJDJSJDJJSDJJS OH HELP ???? god niko entering the room and immediately schrunched his nose at the overwhelming smell of strawverry shortcake in the air, its not even 8 am yet and his stomach is already hurt thinking abt the sweets in front of him 💀💀

psst psst let me in on u on a secret but if u brought either brownie or blueberry cheese cake he will be at ur whim, use it wisely

ALSO THATS INCREDIBLY SWEET OMG QJJDJSJFDJJDDJ he'd absolutely noticed all the effort she put in but hell is he gonna say it out loud in case eclair stopped doing it 😭 like, if wriothesley doesnt have his fav type of tea then eclair's office is the next place he goes to cause he knows she has some stocked up somewhere 😭

ALSO ALSO !!!! the ppl who worked eith eclair in her office DEFINITELY knows Niko often stopped by, either theyre afraid of him ir just used to his constant presence that its just another tuesday for them 😭

[rein-ette]

Okay I know its been a while but everytime I come back into hetalia I just fall in love with your England relationship chart every time!! Its so good!!! I love the little things like the same time he's married and deeply in love with Portugal he's getting his back blown out by Spain his husbands brother like wgrgshegqgsy sorry 😭 its just a great chart I love it!! But I was wondering if you can would you be able to tell us your own hc for his relationship with people like China, Russia, the nordics? Its okay if not!! Again I love all your England hc!! :^)

OKAY i was going through (one of my many) hetalia withdrawal phases and being crushed by work but now that im on break I just had to answer this ;-; thank you so much for loving my content enough to send an ask even though I've been dead for so long ;;-;; <3

I cant guarantee the quality of these hcs (when could I ever) but here are some of my thoughts on England and China:

I must say to start off that being ethnically Chinese and having grown up in Tianjin, I deeply disagree with Himas portrayal of China, so lets just forget that ever happened~ :,)

So what do I think China’s actually like? Its impossible to summarise in a couple words, but my overall impression has always been that he is simultaneously a very warm and very cold person. In fact, perhaps its best to say hes a reverse tsun? In this sense he is in some ways the opposite of England — with acquaintances and colleagues he is courteous and good-humoured, with friends he is generous and lively, with family he is fussy and scolding — but with almost no one is he truly honest or vulnerable. This trait means everyone who have known China can be generally split into two groups — those who are completely comfortable with his mode of interaction and either aren’t interested in his inner thoughts or don’t mind not knowing everything, and those who are made distinctly uncomfortable by his inscrutability.

I would say England belongs more to the second group. As pointed out, this is because in this sense they are opposites. Arthur prefers to come across as respectable, serious, even cold when it suits him, but is actually a warm-hearted and deeply passionate man. Even as he puts on his front, he hopes to be understood. China, on the other hand, is not at all interested in being seen through. Perhaps people will understand if I say he is much like France in this sense — for them, good humour is both a basic and essential form a respect towards others and a shield, which obscures that which is truly important to them. England, despite all his scheming, has little patience this kind of emotional obfuscation. When it comes down to it, England would much rather get to the point and either reach a mutually beneficial agreement or come to blows, so the fact that he feels China is often not being entirely straight with him is at best unsettling and at worst infuriating. When he was younger (and brasher), this sometimes led to loud declarations and privateer-style chair-kicking (think Opium War era, where Arthur thought he was absolute shit + a healthy dash of racism), which was always met with either disdainful silence or barbed comments. As he has matured, he has grown to respect both China’s grace as a host as a virtue in and of itself, and his emotional reservedness as a sound political/diplomatic strategy, though he has not gotten over his personal discomfort.

For his part, China views England very objectively, with no particular positive or negative emotional attachments. One might think that because the Opium Wars and general Western arm-twisting brought to an end China’s monarchy and to some extent its glory age as a world power, he might harbour resentment towards Arthur. But — and here is where I draw from actual personal experience for my hcs — most Chinese dont have any particular feelings of anger towards Europe or America, as opposed to the way they might feel towards Japan, for example. In fact, China admires and acknowledges Europe and England has having become very “refined,” artistically and technologically innovative, and generally sophisticated. Personally, I don’t like thinking of human development as being linear and of any culture as reaching a higher level of sophistication than any other, but there is definitely this feeling in China that Western culture has “become” something worthy of respect. While he once might have been angry, and he certainly found many of England’s methods in the 18/1900s boorish and distasteful, overall for China the strong dominating the weak is a political reality, and in the 1800s he was weak.

I want to emphasize here that just because I characterise China this way, does not mean that I personally approve or disapprove of these worldviews. I have always hesitated to write about him, a country that I love and am arguably more familiar with than Europe, because of the imminently political implications, but I’m answering this ask now because I think not doing so is also doing a magnificent and deeply complex country a disservice. Hetalia is eurocentric enough as it is. I want to do my part to correct that, and it makes me happy that there are people like OP who are interested enough to listen. Thanks again for the ask — I hope it met your expectations!

[everybodysaycbx]

YOUR TAGS ON SOO’S FILMOGRAPHY ALFHAKHSAKBit really do be like that 😭😭😭

Like 75% of his stuff hits straight to the water pipes, even the stuff he only has a minor role in

LITERALYYYYYY its so hard to watch most of his stuff even tho i want to bc hes such a good actor but when theres a new movie of his coming out its almost always a serious drama and im like,,,,,,,,,,do i wanna watch him die again or do i need some happiness rn bcjskqkwjjdjshhhsqjj

probably why i rewatch 100 days my prince so often its my favorite kdrama of his (i love historical dramas so im biased lol) and yeah theres some sad and even tragic moments but its overall a good time and very interesting (plus he and nam jihyun are wonderful in this (and everything they do tbh) and so are the supporting actors

also now im going to use this as an excuse to ramble about my thoughts on the show bc i love it but i have Critiques™ so ill put a read more for spoilers bc ill talk about them a lot

almost all of these issues if not all are all about the writing so there wont be any criticism of the acting which i thought was pretty good overall by kdrama standards (there were only a few times where i thought it was detrimental to my enjoyment but again it was still more to do with my problems with the writing)

so to really get into it, the pacing suffers with the back half of the episodes feeling a bit rushed especially in the last few episodes. i didnt feel like the first half was dragging much except in a few areas but again it didnt detract from my enjoyment. the last id say 5 or 6 episodes really feel like they were speedrunning which made the ending less satisfying

so when i looked at reviews of the show years ago i saw many people criticizing how the main antagonist died bc it felt anticlimatic and i do agree, especially on first watch. while its not as jarring as the first time when ive rewatched it the way he dies still doesnt feel built up as well as it could have been and i think it could have worked if the pacing for the ending wasnt so rushed (plus the numerous twists during the last couple of episodes made it a bit hard to follow where it was heading and some of what WAS set up i think was lost in that but tbh thats par for the course for kdramas lol)

speaking of the ending, i get why it ended the way that it did with the marriage mandate happening again to make everything come full circle, but character wise i dont think it was the way to go. wondeuk has always expressed even before he lost his memory that he hated being royal and never wanted to live that life because of what his father did to get it. and even knowing that he wasnt wondeuk and was probably a noble at the very least he wanted to be with hongshim in the village or wherever they needed to go. hongshim similarly has already gotten used to being a commoner and has lived that way longer than her former life. even in the epilogue she doesnt really live her life as a noble even if her status has been reinstated. i think it wouldve made more sense if he renounced the throne and chose to live with her in the village.

adding to the last point, if they had stayed in the village together and he abdicated, then his half brother would be the crown prince and the queen wouldnt be on her bullshit even at the end of the show!!! dude literally killed the guy who was threatening you and controlling your husband and you still cant stop trying to fuck him over so your son can be king??? i know the evil manipulative queen is a trope in these but shes so illogical it was a bit annoying which is a shame bc i usually love those characters

the show like,,,,,less than halfway through forgets wondeuks half brother is even a character like why was he even there. theres some indication in the beginning of the show that he likes the crown princess but that doesnt really go anywhere (its only brought up in like 2 scenes at the beginning and in the epilogue wheres shes moved to a remote location with the baby and goes to visit for some reason.....dude yall had maybe 3 lines of dialogue between each other. why are you here) and he even tells wondeuk that he hates him but we never really figure out why bc he doesnt really want to be the crown prince that much (not that i can recall rn) so his only role in the story is to help the queen be a red herring but not be a real character of his own

this is more of what i felt upon rewatch but every time i rewatch it i find it more and more annoying but the palace drama where the queen is spreading rumors and then the guys who support the antagonist make fake fliers about how the kingdom wants her deposed for this in order to manipulate the king is just,,,,,extremely uninteresting upon rewatch. like so much is happening that goes on for so long and its dragged out for way longer than it should be AND it takes time away from the village plot with wondeuk and hongshim aka the actual interesting part. so now i mostly just skip those parts even tho when i first watched the show it was fairly interesting tho i felt it dragged on a bit too long so i wont say this is a huge strike against it or anything

while i knew the brother was going to die bc thats how these kinds of stories work i was still upset fjisjshdsjsh he was a great character and while i think it still makes sense why and its still narratively satisfying imo, i think it would still be satisfying if he lived and he and the princess escaped successfully. i think it would work a little bit better actually bc it would make the antagonists decisions make a little more sense in the finale bc not everything is going to his plan and hes losing more control (plus they deserve to be happy :(( they deserve the happy ending wondeuk and hongshim get too) plus it would still tie in with hongshims motivations for rejecting wondeuk initially before the epilogue

thats the last of the criticism but this isnt a praise so ill leave an idea i had for like a what if scenario ig: so i always wondered what would happen if either the antagonist doesnt get to wondeuk in time during the festival or he gets killed by the people the king sent to attack him and hongshims brother gets there to take them them plus her dad with them into hiding. and the awkward tension that would ensue when wondeuk either figures out her brother is the assassin thats been coming after them or just immediately knows when he sees him come to get them but they both dont want to hurt hongshim by telling her what they know about the other but shes distressed that they obviously dont like each other and this is all happening while theyre running around the woods and trying to find a place they can hide out and her dad is just,,,,,,,so confused the entire time but trying to make everyone get along fjwwqkdhuheuedh idk i could add to this later bc i have so many ideas on how it could play out but ill stop there fisksjbdjssjdjssj

[modelbus]

can i please request a tommy x reader where the reader has a cat, a kid if you will, i just need some tommy interactions with his girlfriend’s cat 😭

I’m actually deathly allergic to cats so I had to ask my friends what cats do… they told me cats are either the devil reincarnated or cute fluffy guys, so let’s assume your cat is a cute fluffy guy.

Pairing: CC!Tommy x Gn!Reader

Cute Cat

Tommy is more of a dog person, but because the cat is important to you, he’ll tolerate it. If your cat is nice, he’ll warm up to it after a few visits, but if your cat is mean he’ll call it Satan and rant about it on stream.

He will refuse to call your cat anything but pussy. It’s gotten so bad that your cat responds to pussy as a name more often than its actual name.

“Here Pussy, Pussy!” Tommy yells.

“You know that’s not-“ you begin but get cut off by a loud meow coming from somewhere. “THE FUCK?!” Your cat doesn’t even respond to its actual name, but it’ll respond to pussy?!

If your cat ever scratches him, accidentally or on purpose, he definitely complains about it on stream like “HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT THAT EVIL MOTHERFUCKER DID TO ME?! WIL, WILBUR, IT TRIED TO KILL ME!”

He talks to it like it’s an actual person though, creeping you out sometimes.

“Stop staring at me like that, mate. I think you’ve got a staring problem.” Tommy points at your cat with the TV remote, “close them eyes before they dry out king. I know I’m hot, but you can’t have me. I’m a taken man.”

He's mean to your cat constantly as a defense mechanism because he’s meant to be a dog person. Don't worry though, he secretly loves your cat.

And he keeps trying to show off your cat to streams, constantly badgering you until you just give in.

His Twitter and Instagram are occasionally graced with cat photos, which he also uses as a sub goal.

The first time your cat brought a dead animal to you while he was there was certainly traumatizing for him...

"Hey Puss- what's in your mouth?" Tommy asks, cutting himself off.

"Huh?" You hum, turning to look at your beloved cat. All too used to owning a cat, you immediately recognize the dead animal being deposited on your carpet.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Tommy, don't freak out, okay?"

"IS THAT A FUCKING MOUSE?! IS IT DEAD?! YOUR CAT IS A MURDERER!"

Despite the trauma your cat has put him through, he still loves to play with it. His favorite is definitely one of those dangly feather things because he's amazed at how high your cat can jump.

Although he is very sick and tired of your cat trying to fight his feet and sitting on his shoes.

Tommy convinced you one time to get your cat "high" on catnip, which ended in a very weird Tik Tok.

"No, no, no, trust me. It's just a little catnip. He'll only get a little high."

"A LITTLE HIGH?! YOU WANT TO GET MY CHILD HIGH?!"

After you make a big deal out of it, he buys something for your cat's birthday like a good boyfriend <3

[bitchapalooza]

Some father-son hcs for Giacomo and Larry!

Larry was roughly 30 when Giacomo was born. (Larry is 46 now!)

Hes very serious when he says it was the happiest day of his life. He was nearly late because he was at work when he got the call, but luckily he got there in time.

But when he finally got to hold Giacomo in his arms, he was so happy! He didn't feel overworked or sleep deprived for once. He was giddy. Hed been waiting so long to meet him after being told he was going to be a dad. He felt like he actually had a reason to work so hard and so much.

When he and his wife divorced, it was mutual but still pretty rocky. Giacomo was about 5 when it happened. He remembers just being confused and wondering why he was visiting his grandparents so often until suddenly his dad is moving out without them and his mom is selling the house and moving into an apartment.

When Larry started dating again, Giacomo didnt know how to feel. And like any confused 7 year old, he kind of took it out on the woman his dad was seeing— Katy.

He was never really mean or did anything mean, its more like he always chose to ignore her when she'd try talking to him. Happened more often when Giacomo found out Larry and Katy had been dating for several months before introducing Katy to him! He felt like Larry was lying to him when he brought her over for dinner! His little kid brain just assumed they just met that exact day lmao

He mainly acted this way, though, because he thought his mom was gonna leave if Larry and Katy got married 😭

When his mom finally explained to him that nothings gonna happen to her and she'll be his mom forever and Katy wasn't planning anything, he settled down. Still was weary of Katy, but at least he was more open to her like telling her his interests for example.

Now, Gia and Katy are on good terms of course. He was the ring bearer for their wedding and he was super serious about his job!

Larry and Giacomo used to be much closer than they are now. Giacomo used to be so excited about his summer weekends with his dad, but for the past couple summers, Giacomo's been distant and recently has been holing himself up at his base.

Larry did try to speaking to him about going back to school and getting serious about his education, especially if he wished to go to college like he planned, but Giacomo wasnt having any of it. Even brought up the fact that hes not home often enough to even know whats going on so maybe he should "back off". But Gia never made the effort to let either of his parents know what was going on in the first place.

Things are... Not better, but at least Gia doesn't get upset or yell at his parents anymore. Since dealing with his bullies, his attitude has improved.

When Larry did learn about the bullying, he was not happy. Especially when no one from the old staff told him until recently when Gia came out about himself.

Larry's idea of having fun outtings with Gia are taking him out to eat and taking him to work 💀

He doesn't get Gia's interests, but tries his best to encourage them if they make him happy.

Larry prides himself on not raising a spoiled child. He taught Gia, from a young age, to ALWAYS work hard for his money. He never once spoiled Gia and always assigned him chores in order to earn his allowance. And once he started Pokémon training and earning money through battles, Larry sat Gia down so he could properly learn how to save and budget money.

He was realistic with him that working in the real world wasn't going to be great, even if you've gotten your dream job. There's always set backs and you have to learn to live with them. Sometimes you may have to choose between work and making a living or your desires. And Gia has kept these lessons in mind.

Larry honestly misses the days when Gia was so small. During his paternity leave, Larry spent so much time bonding with Gia before he got busy with work again. He'd sit in the chair in his nursery, holding Giacomo to his chest so he'd hear his heartbeat, copying exactly how Gia's mom held him.

The first time Gia got sick it was an ear infection. He was crying for hours non stop with a fever and even threw up a few times. While his mom was freaking out and worried because the fever wasn't getting any better after two days even with medicine, Larry sat there calling his mom for her "miracle remedy". He too had frequent bad ear infections as a child and already figured Gia might too. His mom advised him what to do to ease the discomfort and keep him calm and he immediately set out to get the things. It was just a stuffed animal he could put a rice heat pack in and put to his ear(s) for a few minutes. At times like these Larry would stay up all night if he had to to help Gia with the pain.

Unfortunately, these ear infections didnt become less common as Gia grew up like Larry's did by age 8. He still gets them now, but antibiotics respond well and fast enough. His mom refuses surgery like doctors suggest, but Larry would honestly prefer it if it meant Gia could stop taking the antibiotics so much.

Larry loves his son. He loves him no matter what. He grew up without his father in his life 90% of the time and is determined to make sure he doesn't do the same to Gia. Its hard to do with his work schedule and all, but hes in Gia's life way more than his own father was his.

Larry has tried playing the video games Giacomo likes, and he got motion sick. Very motion sick. And Gia brings this up constantly.

No, Larry does not make dad jokes. He cannot stand them. Giacomo, to annoy his father, makes the dad jokes instead. But you won't catch him doing it around his friends. Yeah he'd rather die.

[sttrawberries]

Starting with Jason shirtless, I see what you're doing👀

HE LOVES TO SLEEP WITH THE SOUND OF THE RAIN

Admiring himself in the mirror, if I was him I would do the same

<<Yn had left with countless marks after that brief session in a stranger’s office. Enough to last him a while. But not more than the first time he had you, right under the same roof he was at now. Marks on his neck, on his chest, arms, and back.>> 👀

<<It was her, playing along with a baby toy, those usually overpriced, but that could distract even a grown adult. And thus she was, distractedly playing with the toy as a picture was snapped without her acknowledgment, and probably sent to him without her knowing either. Her barely visible smile caught his eyes immediately. >> THANK YOU NESSIE

<<When he had been with her.>>☕

Ahhhh the gray sweatpants, what a view

6 MISSED CALLS AAAAAA I CAN FEEL THAT SCARY MOMENT OF NOT KNOWING WHAT HAPPENED AND THINKING THE WORST

<<Jason, It’s Vanessa here. Nessie. Yn’s friend.>> NESSIE WAIT HOW DO YOU HAVE HER PHONE

<<Yn is gone.>> ☠

<<He hadn’t heard much about her parents, but taking by how shaken about the pregnancy at first, he had no doubts they were partially responsible for her nervousness.>> he connected the dots😔

Nessie is so affected🙁

<<“Hey, Nessie,” he tried to soothe her, calling her by the familiar nickname he so often heard coming off Yn’s lips, and wrapping her in a friendly hug.>> Oh🥺

Him wanting to beat up her dad.. Go for it honey! Nessie and me will back you up

<<He found out her sister kissed another girl at a party and threw her out>> UGH THIS MAN

<<In that moment, Jason’s knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped on the car’s window, and his face turned a bright shade of red.>> i know it would cause more mess but GO FOR HIM HONEYY

<<that he would never, ever again, let him step a foot close to his girl (...) That man would never get close to his child and its mother>> YEAAAAA

<<The old man turned in his direction immediately, unaware of the fist flying into his face.>> SO HAPPY

<<Why is it that when it comes to us it is always so messy? Why can’t we catch a break?>>😭

<<However, the blinking lights of a ‘C’ were what trapped his attention. It was a clinic. An abortion clinic.>> OHHHHH👀

I kinda wish he would walked in the clinic just to make sure

If it wasn't stressful enough it's also raining a lot😩 MY GIRL WHERE DID YOU GO

If all of this time she was on her way to Jason's home and he was driving around in the streets I'm going to laugh so hard

He called his family for help🥺😭

<<Hidden in the darkened entrance of a now closed store, sat on the floor, curled down in a corner, was a girl. A bright orange suitcase laying beside her, a blue backpack resting on her side, as she had her face shoved between her knees.>> MY GIRLLL

<<The two girls, tangled in a tight embrace, cried on each other’s shoulders and the rain dropped as heavy as their tears did. Jason, on the other hand, tried to dry his eyes without anyone noticing, wiping the sleeve of his shirt on his face and turning away.>> I'M CRYING

<<His girl. Yn was as much his girl as he owned the moon, and yet, he couldn’t make himself correct him.>> :')

<<I have a spare room. I was planning on fixing it for our baby, but you can stay there. It’s yours. Besides, it would be more practical (...) I can easily take you to appointments, or even for work. I wouldn’t mind. And when the baby arrives, I can help you with taking care of it.”>> PLEASE SAY YES

<<To have her close meant to always know if her and the baby were alright, safe and taken care of. He wouldn’t worry if she had arrived home, or if she had gotten sick at work. He would know. Because he would be there.>> PLEASE I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS DOMESTICITY ALREADY

“I’ll miss you too, nugget,” awwww my girls

<<“Yn!” Jason and Vanessa scolded in unison.>> they're officially her protection squad

<<With them, four trash bags full of Yn’s stuff were brought in, and thus started Yn’s moving process. The girls worked on taking notes of everything that had come in the bags, and of everything there was missing. Vanessa was going to play dealer for a few days, and weirdly, she was very excited for it.>> THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY AND ALSO VANESSA SKSKSKS

Jason and Dale, the new friendship I didn't know I needed

<<Her soft smile was genuine, adorable, and made his stomach spin.>> ❤

<<But I’d make this your home even if you had yours.>> AAAAAA

<<he made some space for her to sit  beside him, making sure he left her with the softest pillows. Adorably, she sat down and immediately pulled her legs up to her chest, hugging it protectively, and resting her chin on her own knees.>> i love them

<<Her head moved, now facing him with her cheek laid on her legs. Her eyes were intense, but sad. Glowing, but it wasn’t happiness.>> I like your descriptions

All of what she's telling him about her dad😒

<<“Why wouldn’t they be interested in you?” he let out before he knew it. Yn shyly hid her face from him before continuing.>> JASON I'M LOOKING AT YOU

<<“Oh, really,” Jason mused, earning a slap on his bicep.>> SKSKSSK I'M GLAD AFTER THE EVENTS OF TONIGHT THEY'RE HAVING A LITTLE NICE MOMENT

<<“Stocked up with anger?”>> yep

<<“I was adopted when I was nine. My father had already adopted my older brother, and after me he got Tim, Steph and Cass, and then he found out he had a biological son that is just like him and annoying as shit. I’ll tell you, Damian is a lot. He adopted a cow and just told Bruce to deal with it. Kid is insane. ”>> I can't wait for her to meet the rest of them

<<Where would a middle class kid raise a cow in Gotham?>>👀

<< “They were addicts. Very poor. I know they did the best the could to raise me, but their addiction was unstoppable. My dad started working with bad people to put food on the table. Last time I checked on him he was in jail. Might as well be dead by now, I haven’t cared to look him up.” (...) “My mom… She passed away. I’m not sure if it was the drugs, or if she got sick. I just remember her looking really bad." HE'S TELLING HER ABOUT HIS PAST AAAA

<<I guess that’s why I grew attached to you so fast… I-I mean, the baby. The idea of the baby. I think I just wanted to have something that is really mine, that I can say I was the one to build and care for. My own family. I just got excited, you know.>> I'm crying again

<<the deep brown romper, with cute little ears and an even cuter fluffy tail.>> SO CUTE I'M CRYING

<<She left him alone, to his own torturing thoughts of what he might’ve just done to make her react like this. Or was it just the hormones? Did pregnant women just act like this? >> we will never know

<<He sounded like he was full of ideas for a nursery, excitedly talking about items he had seen on-line or at stores>> 😭

<<Sandra needed you, and you needed the distraction.>> AAAA WE NEED TO SEE SANDRA AGAIN

<<“Hey! You are a baby,” he stated, and you scoffed. “At least while you don’t deliver my baby, you’re baby.”>> sjsjsjs

<<He waved you goodbye with a large grin, happy to be starting his week it seemed.>> aww cute

<<Clinic girl

Are you still going to schedule your abortion appointment?>> THE WAY I AUDIBLY GASPED AAAA GIRL YOU SHOOK ME THERE

<<You

It won’t be necessary.>> OMG

THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS CHAPTER! ANOTHER ROLLERCOASTER OF EMOTIONS, I REALLY ENJOYED IT!❤

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢 ; 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦

pairing: jason todd x fem! reader

summary: It was a normal night, till he had to look for you. And then, the storm began.

rating: 18+ (MDNI)

word count: 8k warnings: pregnancy, talks of abusive parents, mentions of abortion.

a/n: as Jesus is reborn, so am I! Happy Easter to everybody that waited so long for this chapter to come out. I'm sorry it took me so long, but I got so busy this past month that if I hear anyone say 'illicit trade' or 'online trafficking' I might kill somebody lol. I hope this chapter compensates for the time, though. It is mostly Jason's pov, with references to the reader as she/her rather than you because I thought it might sound better. Idk, lmk if it's weird lol.

a/n 2: also, I can't begin to thank everyone for the incredible support in this series. I've got so many messages that had me on the verge of tears with happiness and how sweet they were. I trully hope I'm capable of continuing to bring you guys joy through this series and other stories. I love you all, and thank you so much for allowing me to finally let my ideas become words, and my words to have meaning

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡

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A cold shiver ran up Jason’s spine. The soft breeze coming off the opened fridge climbed up his shirtless torso, drying the sweat on his skin and leaving it cold and sticky. The nearly freezing water slid down his throat, giving him the refreshment he craved for after a long session of training, and an even longer day of work.

It was finally over. His session, his day, his week. Saturday couldn't have come sooner. Sighing in relief, he refilled the water bottle, shoved it back into it’s previous place and turned on his heel heading for a much needed shower. He was tired. Drained. And all he wanted to do was drop down in his bed and sleep for a whole entire night.

Picking out his phone from his joggers’ pocket, he took one last peek at the screen. Almost 10:00pm, and a weather report of an incoming rainstorm soon. Perfect, he thought. He loved to sleep to the sound of rain. So, he locked his phone, threw it on the sofa, and rushed to the bathroom, hoping to get a shower before it got too cold, leaving fast enough to get to bed before the raindrops started to fall.

He stripped down his pants in front of his mirror, a quick stop to admire his progress. Chest, arms, and back. All proof of his hardwork and commitment. And yet, a reddish mark by his neck was what really caught his attention. Roy had poked fun at it earlier, but his joke couldn’t be farther from the truth. A bug bite, as simple as that. An allergic reaction to a stupid bug. But that stupid reaction, that stupid mark, brought him back to the last time something like that was left on his skin.

Yn had left with countless marks after that brief session in a stranger’s office. Enough to last him a while. But not more than the first time he had you, right under the same roof he was at now. Marks on his neck, on his chest, arms, and back. If he thought too long of it, he could feel her lips warming his skin, making his mind go crazy, and his blood to boil.

Shaking his head, he tried to keep those thoughts away. It wasn’t time. It wasn’t appropriate. Yn was now the mother of his child. Nothing more than that. He couldn’t keep the thought lingering. So, sliding the glass door open, he entered the shower, hoping to wash away all the thoughts off his mind.

As the cold water hit his shoulders, relief spread to his entire body, even if the chilling weather of the start of fall was not the most adequate for such water temperature. Sinking his head under the cascade, he closed his eyes, mind emptying, and peace reaching him after a long and rough week.

It was silent in his head. But it wasn’t enough.

He couldn’t wash his mind off of Yn. It was first the night he had you over, and under him, moaning his name repeatedly in his ear.  He remembered how soft her skin felt, how light was her touch, and yet he couldn’t forget the burning pain her nails had left on his back. 

He drowned in the memory of her intoxicating smell, and how the skin under her ear tasted sweet. For a moment, even through the freezing water, he swore he could feel her blood catching fire running through her body, warming him along the way through their skins, glued to one another, tangled in each other, in a night he would never forget.

And then came the memories of the second time. How annoyed she was, and how easily she gave in to him. It was like her body responded to his, knowing it was only him that could give him the pleasure she craved. He missed the feral, animalistic, feelings of that afternoon, and how she fit perfectly around him.

Stop, he thought to himself, opening his eyes to the bright room. This isn’t okay. But again, it was already too late. His throbbing cock rested against his lower abdomen, hard and leaking. He smelled his arousal mixed between the smell of his soap, and his hand reached for his tip, light touches already driving him insane. Resting his hand on the cold porcelain tile, he allowed his eyes to close again.

And then, he remembered the picture. Sent to him just a few hours earlier. It wasn't dirty. On the contrary, it was as innocent as one could be. It was her, playing along with a baby toy, those usually overpriced, but that could distract even a grown adult. And thus she was, distractedly playing with the toy as a picture was snapped without her acknowledgment, and probably sent to him without her knowing either. Her barely visible smile caught his eyes immediately. 

For the almost six months he had known her, it wasn’t a sight he got to see often, but that had been gracing his presence much more frequently now. It was beautiful. To him, it was art. Pure and soft. Bright and warm. He could watch it all day. He remembered the first time she smiled at him, in his kitchen, over snacks and laughter. Just before he had her pinned under him in the most intense lovemaking session he’d ever had.

He cursed himself. How could he turn an innocent picture into fire for his wet dreams? But how could he stop thinking of the soft skin of her neck, almost the focus of that picture, when it was exposed right there just for him to see? How could he stop his mind from wandering when it had been so long he had been with anyone? When he had been with her.

Only a few touches brought him his high, spilling all over his wall like a firetruck. Gosh, he hasn’t fucked anyone in so long it was almost pittyful. Feeling himself grow soft, he sunk himself in the water again, washing his face ferociously to wash the shame away. He wasn’t religious, but he prayed he could keep you out of his mind. He couldn’t keep doing it. Things had changed. It wasn’t appropriate. Fuck.

He walked to his bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Straight to his closet where, after a few minutes of searching, he found the new pair of sweatpants he had gotten. Gray like all others he owned. Putting it on, he returned to the kitchen, threw himself on the sofa, and prayed, while watching the darkened ceiling, that he could keep her out of his mind.

Soon closing his eyes, the darkness and the tiredness sank him into sleep. Letting go of lights and noises coming from the outside, he allowed the quietness to embrace him. However, his peace didn’t last long.

Underneath him, he felt the incessant vibrations of his phone, even if he couldn’t seem to find the device anywhere. It was just as the phone had stopped that he found it hidden between the pillows, and he unlocked the screen to a scary surprise. 

Yn 6 Missed Calls

“What the fuck!” he screamed out loud, worry slowly creeping up his chest, weighing it down and making it hard to breathe. 

She didn’t call him. Never. Not one single time. He was the one to always call and message to check if she was okay, or to start any conversation. Something must have happened, and going by the sheer number of times she had tried to contact him, it wasn’t good. Quickly unlocking his phone, he typed on the notification, calling Yn back straight away. She didn’t take long to pick up.

“Yn, what happened?” he questioned as soon as she picked up.

“Oh, thank god!” He heard from the other line, but the voice wasn’t hers. “Jason, It’s Vanessa here. Nessie. Yn’s friend.”

“H-hi, Vanessa,” he greeted through his wavering voice. “What happened? Where’s Yn?” he inquired. He wasn’t only met with silence from the other line, although Vanessa’s tense breathing indicated she was still on the call. With a demanding voice, he asked one more time, “Vanessa?”

“Jason…” She took a deep breath. “Yn is gone.”

It felt as if a heavy weight pulled his heart down, as it dropped lower than it ever had. Yet, his mind was empty, none of Vanessa’s words making sense to him. Yn was gone. Gone where? Why? Where was gone? He had so many questions, yet only once made it out of his lips.

“What?!” his voice faltered.

“She’s gone. I don’t know where to.” Vanessa’s voice too was shaky, and seemed to be holding back tears from falling down. “I heard everything through the walls but I was too afraid to go out and find him, because he scares the shit out of me. He’s really huge, you know, he could easily knock me down if I tried to help her,” Vanessa was rambling, and he could hear her incessant steps, as if she couldn’t keep herself still. “And they were fast too, by the time I got the courage to come out they were already gone, and…”

“Vanessa, calm down,” he requested, already fishing for a t-shirt and shoes from his bedroom. Whatever it was she was trying to tell him, it was worrying. Had someone taken her? Why?

“ ’m sorry. I-I just… I got her phone by accident. She accidentally left me with it when she handed me her shopping bags. So I’ve tried calling you ever since.” 

“Are you at home?” he asked and got a hum in responde. “I’m coming over, okay? I’ll be there in a second. But who took her, Nessie, please. Who was it?”

“No one took her,” she started to explain, pausing for what sounded to be a glass of water. Jason too prepared a glass before he left. “Her dad kicked her out. He found out she was pregnant.”

“He did what?!” he nearly screamed on the line, blood beginning to boil. He hadn’t heard much about her parents, but taking by how shaken about the pregnancy at first, he had no doubts they were partially responsible for her nervousness.

“He found out she was pregnant and kicked her out of her apartment,” she repeated. “Well, technically it’s his apartment, he pays for ever- But it doesn’t matter now. She’s gone and we have to find her! She was crying, a lot, and she left with only a backpack and a small suitcase. She can’t have taken much…”

“And it’s going to rain,” Jason added, already sitting in his car after flying down his building’s stairs. It wasn’t just rain, but a storm. She can’t be out in a weather like that, I have to find her. “Wait for me downstairs. I’ll be in front of your apartment in just a minute. I promise we’ll find her.”

“Vanessa!” he screamed at the girl standing on the sidewalk, looking left and right before turning to face the voice that had just called her. Jason had parked by the entrance of the building, fancy enough to have its own doorman and a beautifully decorated lobby behind its glass front doors. “How are you? Have you got any news?”

“I’m fine. At least trying to. And no news of her yet. I tried looking up and down the street, but she’s not around here anymore.” She looked at him apologetic, eyes now evidently holding back a pool of tears.

“She can’t have gone far. She was walking, right?” he asked, looking around at the still fast moving traffic on that grim Saturday night. The sky was starless, and heavy clouds filled it instead.

 “I’m so sorry, Jason,” Vanessa apologized, making him turn. Her chin trembled as her tears fell from her brown eyes. “I heard it all and couldn’t do anything. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Hey, Nessie,” he tried to soothe her, calling her by the familiar nickname he so often heard coming off Yn’s lips, and wrapping her in a friendly hug. “It’s not your fault. There wasn’t much you could do. But, please, tell me everything that happened. I’m still trying to understand it.”

Breaking off from his hug, Nessie ran her hands up and down her arms in search of warmth before looking up to meet Jason’s eyes. “Her dad is an asshole.” Oh really?, he thought. “We were coming back from the mall, you know. I sent you the picture while we were there.” He nodded. “When we arrived back her door was open, and it usually means that her parents are around. So she shoved me all of her bags before her mother could snoop in and claimed they were for my cousin’s baby shower. Before I knew it, there was screaming outside and when I went to look, her mother was weirdly pacing around and Yn and her dad were nowhere to be found.

“I thought of running down the stairs, but the elevator was already on the ground floor and I knew I couldn’t make it on time. So I just looked down the window and saw him pushing her into the streets. Her bags as well. I couldn’t understand what he said, but he was still screaming at her. Jason,” she called him, but his attention hadn’t gone anywhere. “She looked so scared, even from that far. I could see her crying, on the floor, and walking down the street. I heard movement, so I hid back in my apartment. I even heard a knock on my door, but I was too scared to open and just started calling you.”

Jason’s rage slowly grew as Vanessa continued her story. How could anyone treat family like that? He couldn’t picture treating his mother, father, or any of his siblings like that. And he specially could never imagine doing something similar to his own daughter. Whoever that man was, he wasn’t a father. He was a fucking monster he wanted to beat up so bad…

“Since she moved here for college he keeps trying to take her back to their hometown, because he says Gotham is a corrupt city and that it will “corrupt” his “baby” daughter,” Vanessa continued her story. “From what she told me, they frequent this church, and he’s seen as this “model citizen”. A joke, let me tell you. He was always controlling of her and her sisters, and they couldn’t ever walk out of line or it would ruin it for him, whatever he meant.

“I’m not sure if it’s up to me to tell you this, but it's not the first time he kicked a daughter out of home. He found out her sister kissed another girl at a party and threw her out. I guess having an unmarried pregnant daughter does the same to him and he kicked Yn too.

“I swear,” Jason ran a hand on his face. “I can kill this man.”

“Get in line. Although I do think you have more chances than me,” she tried to joke and Jason let out a dry laugh. He really could kill that man. With every single word from Vanessa, he only got worse.

A few drops of water hit his head, announcing the rain he eagerly waited for earlier was about to start. “We have to go before the rain gets heavier. She can’t be on the streets in a fucking storm.”

“I called a friend to help us look for her. He’s just by the corner. We can split up and find her quicker,” Nessie informed, waving her hand at a car that parked just before the two of them. She fixed her belt in the passenger seat while Jason rested his forearms on the window.

“You go down the street and look for her south. I’ll go north and look for her there. Nessie, please call me if you…”  he instructed the guy when exalted voices caught his attention. Coming out of the glass doors of the modern apartment complex, a large man and his wife walked out of the building in a loud exchange, aiming for the taxi that had parked just behind Nessie’s friend black SUV. “Is that him?”

The sudden change in his tone frightened Vanessa, and she stood quiet for a while until she responded with quite uncertainty, “Y-yeah.”

In that moment, Jason’s knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped on the car’s window, and his face turned a bright shade of red. Letting go of the car, Vanessa’s scream wasn’t enough to stop him from stomping in the pair’s direction, not even her repeated attempts to hold at his wrist. He shook her hold easily, legs moving fast as he eyes were set on the man responsible for all of this.

Jason exhaled a trembling breath through his nose, and he could hear his own heart thumping in his chest. His arms hung as hard as stone to his sides, and his nails dug deep into the skin of his palms. There were a few blurry sports in his sight, and his eyes burned with anger. He was seeing red, both figuratively and literally, as the neon lights of a store close by shone brightly in shades of scarlet, painting the man’s frame in its bright colors.

The large frame of the man was closer. The bald spot in his head, now much more visible. He didn’t know the man’s name, nor how looked. They never shared a word, or even a glimpse at each other. But Jason knew, oh he knew, that he would never, ever again, let him step a foot close to his girl. He would never treat you like he did, and he would pay for it even if it came little by little. 

That man would never get close to his child and its mother, and he would make sure he remembered his name. Or the feel of his punch.

“Hey!” Jason called him with a loud growl. The old man turned in his direction immediately, unaware of the fist flying into his face.

The man all but fell to the ground with a loud thud, as his wife screamed in despair. His rage not vanishing after he knocked the man down, Jason climbed on top of him, throwing punches left and right to the man’s face and stomach, until he felt his hands aching and he was pulled away from him by two pairs of strong arms.

“Stop! Jason, let go!” Vanessa screamed as he squirmed in the two men’s arms, wanting to go back to the man who failed to sit up while his wife cleared his bloody lips.

“Get over it, mate. Let’s find her,” said Vanessa’s friend, and just then he let it go.

His hand shook as he held the steering wheel. Knuckles bloodied and in throbbing pain. He still drowned in adrenaline from the well beat up he gave Yn’s excuse of a father. Vanessa’s friend, Dale, had followed him to the car to make sure he was alright to drive, but Jason assured him he was fine. The man got what he deserved, and Jason was glad he was the one to deliver it.

Alone in his car, however, he could finally allow his emotions to come out. As he drove up the opposite direction of Dale’s car, a loud scream left his lungs. Pure rage evaded his body, as his eyes burned with tears he hardly fought against. 

Why is it that when it comes to us it is always so messy? Why can’t we catch a break?, he thought. From day one, everything with you was confusing, borderline stressful most of the time. He wanted better, quieter and more peaceful days. If he was having a hard time with all that is happening, he couldn't fathom how she’d be doing right now. And the baby. It certainly wasn’t healthy for the baby.

The lights became blurry as he tried to wipe the tears away, and he had to slow down his car to not cause any unwanted accidents. With the lower speed, he could more carefully watch the sidewalks, the remaining open stores, and street corners, all looking for any sign of her. At a traffic light, red made him stop, and his eyes roamed his surroundings.

However, the blinking lights of a ‘C’ were what trapped his attention. It was a clinic. An abortion clinic. He had to swallow dry as he tried to watch its inside through the glass door. The mere idea of Yn going by it making his heart drop. If that idea ever crossed her mind, he didn’t know, but he prayed it never did. He grew attached to it too quickly. To the baby, and to her. He’d been planning, purchasing, painting and drawing a future in his head, where the two of them would be a part of. He wasn’t sure he could let it go.

When the lights turned green, his foot pressed hard on the throttle, speeding out of there before he got even more nauseous. One street turned into another, and another, and another. Still not a sign that you were around. He was growing more and more desperate as the rain got heavier and heavier. If his hands weren’t hard glued to the steering wheel, they’d be trembling tremendously. It had been long since he’d felt like this. Alone, lost and desperate. A sense there wasn’t much else he could do, and that all he did didn’t seem to work. And as every single second passed without you there by his side, his anxiety  multiplied by millions.

The rain now poured, as if the sky was about to fall down. People rushed around, their umbrellas doing nothing to shield them from the water, and coats and jackets getting drenched as they looked for shelter. He was driving desperately, looking for anything, any sign, any indication that you were safe. He checked his phone for messages from Vanessa, or a call from his brothers he had begged for help.

Dick had called his colleagues, giving them Yn’s description, asking them to keep an eye out. Tim and Stephanie were looking for you in every camera they would hack in the city, and Damian was probably begging rats and insects to lead him Yn’s way.

A lighting strike hit the ground and illuminated the sky. And then he saw it.

Hidden in the darkened entrance of a now closed store, sat on the floor, curled down in a corner, was a girl. A bright orange suitcase laying beside her, a blue backpack resting on her side, as she had her face shoved between her knees. Shaking, from cold and tears. A girl that couldn’t be anyone but you. 

He stopped the car without thinking. Without caring if there was anyone behind him on the road. He just wanted to get to you. Stepping out, he felt the rain soak his head and his shirt, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was that he’d found you. Shouting into Gotham’s dark and gloomy night, he called her name and rushed to your side.

Her head bobbed up as quickly as he ran, and it searched around for the voice was coming from. When she realized it was him, she pulled herself up from the floor swiftly and into Jason’s arms, tangling her own around his waist and letting her face fall into his chest. Her tears soaked his shirt quicker than rain had done, and she shook in his hold and her loud sobs filled Jason’s ears.

His heart broke in one million pieces. The sight of her crying once again, too much for him to handle. He couldn’t even care for the harsh way in which she had slammed against his body, he was just glad you were there. Safe and in his arms. Thus, he held closer and tight, one hand caressing her nape and he left soft kisses at her temples. 

“Hey, hey,” he cooed. “I’m here, okay? I’m here. You don’t need to cry anymore.”

Vanessa and Dale didn’t take long to arrive, but Yn didn’t stop crying even after they arrived there. The two girls, tangled in a tight embrace, cried on each other’s shoulders and the rain dropped as heavy as their tears did. Jason, on the other hand, tried to dry his eyes without anyone noticing, wiping the sleeve of his shirt on his face and turning away.

“You gave that man a good punch out there,” Dale’s raspy voice began by his side, bringing his attention away from the walls. “I would’ve done just about the same if it was my girl who was kicked out like that. Your girl should be happy she has you.” He tapped Jason’s shoulder, that way boys always do, and Jason let out a chuckle.

His girl. Yn was as much his girl as he owned the moon, and yet, he couldn’t make himself correct him.

“I just hope she will be fine.”

“I’ve heard she’s a strong one,” she chimed.

“Yeah!” he agreed with a smile. “My girl really is.”

Watching the two girls, he noticed Vanessa wipe Yn’s tears away, pushing her away then bringing her back into another hug that made Yn give out a teary laugh. She seemed to have calmed down, as no more tears ran down frenetically down her cheeks and her breathing seemed to have eased. Jason, then, decided to walk closer, with the other man trailing just behind. Yn soon took notice, as she gave him a smile as he approached.

“Are you gonna be fine?” Vanessa asked, rubbing a hand over her arm.

“I don’t know,” Yn answered. Her voice was weak, hoarse and fragile. “I don’t have anywhere to go.”

Jason noticed her chin restart to tremble, and he was about to hug her again if Vanessa wasn’t closer and quicker. Over her friend’s shoulder, Yn’s teary eyes caught his, staring at him sadly. Pulling away from the hug, Vanessa made an offer.

“I can make some space in my apartment for you. It isn’t big but I guess I make it fit, right?”

Giving her friend a soft smile, Yn appeared to agree.

“No!” Jason protested, louder than he had hoped. “I have a spare room. I was planning on fixing it for our baby, but you can stay there. It’s yours. Besides, it would be more practical,” he explained. “I can easily take you to appointments, or even for work. I wouldn’t mind. And when the baby arrives, I can help you with taking care of it.”

He eyed Yn hopefully. “C’mon. I’m the baby’s dad. I wouldn’t be right if I didn’t help you out.”

“I just don’t wanna be a bother,” Yn said.

“Yn, you could never bother me,” he stated.

Staring at her, Jason waited expectantly. He knew she was weighing every option and considering every mild detail. But he just wanted her to say yes. He wanted to have her near. It wasn’t just convenient, it was necessary. To him it was. To have her close meant to always know if her and the baby were alright, safe and taken care of. He wouldn’t worry if she had arrived home, or if she had gotten sick at work. He would know. Because he would be there.

Yn took her time thinking, while Jason agonized in his spot. He had built too much hope in such a short amount of time, he was scared of how he would be if she didn’t accept his proposal. After all, he was just the stranger she was having a baby with, not her best friend. But a response came out, eventually. Nodding shortly, Yn offered him a smile and a watery stare. A stare that said everything she didn’t need to voice, but that he caught anyway. Thank you.

“I’ll miss my neighbor,” Vanessa cried out, and hugged Yn tightly by her side.

“I’ll miss you too, nugget,” Yn returned. “But I’m sure Jason won’t forbid you from visiting me.”

“Would I even have the chance to?” Jason asked playfully.

“No!” they replied in unison, bringing out laughter out of the four of them. Even though the rain progressively got worse, finally, the mood had lightened.

Vanessa offered her jacket so Yn could get in the car without getting wet, and Jason was about to take her bags when Dale stopped him before he moved. “Take care of your girl, I’ll take the bags.”

Nodding in gratitude, Jason instead moved to your side. “Did you manage to get a lot? I mean, out of your apartment. Into your bags?”

Yn only shook her head.

“I can ask Mr. Emmons for the spare key and pick up some of your stuff,” Vanessa said, walking beside her. “He loved you, I’m sure he’d make that exception for you.”

“Are you sure?” Yn asked. “I really don’t wanna bother anyo…”

“Yn!” Jason and Vanessa scolded in unison.

“I’m sorry,” Yn let out a soft laugh. “If you want to, I won’t complain.”

It was past midnight when both Vanessa and Dale left Jason’s apartment. With them, four trash bags full of Yn’s stuff were brought in, and thus started Yn’s moving process. The girls worked on taking notes of everything that had come in the bags, and of everything there was missing. Vanessa was going to play dealer for a few days, and weirdly, she was very excited for it.

While they worked on the bags, Jason and Dale took a look at the spare bedroom. It was nearly empty, except from a few gym items and boxes laying around. With the other’s help, Jason cleared out the room, sweeping the floors and the spider webs off the walls. Also, he made a promise to find her a bed, somewhere. No one cared enough for dinner that night, and the pair left as nonchalantly as they had arrived.

“You can stay in my bedroom tonight. I’ll take the sofa,” Jason explained, once the two of them were alone. “At least until I can get you a bed.”

“It’s okay,” Yn reassured, and left him alone to take a shower.

While she readied to go to bed, Jason made sure he picked up everything he would need to sleep in the living room out of his bedroom. He didn’t want to bother her by coming in and out of it while she was there. He knew she was going to be uncomfortable enough for today, this new arrangement requiring time to get used to. So, he changed into comfortable clothes, prepped his makeshift bed with pillows and blankets, and waited for her to come out of her shower.

The faint water noises coming from the bathroom mixed with the storm sound coming from outside, creating a relaxing atmosphere he was grateful for after all the stress he’d gone through. He could only hope Yn felt as calm as he did now, that she wasn’t hiding any tears from him in her shower. But he knew it was asking for too much, she was not going to get over it this easily. She had cried a lot in the car ride to his apartment, and when he passed by the bathroom door he could hear her sniffles.

It killed him to see her like that. He’d do just about anything to make her stop hurting. Sat on the sofa, he thought about everything in his reach he could possibly attempt to do to ease her pain, but none of them were possible this late at night. However, as soon as the door opened and Yn came out, her hair wet and fresh smell spreading through the whole apartment, his thoughts emptied out to just her.

“I guess I’m going to bed now,” she shyly stated. Jason simply nodded, too stunned with how she looked in just a plain t-shirt and pajama shorts to form any coherent sentence. “Goodnight, Jay.”

“Good night, Ynie,” was all he said as he watched her close his bedroom door behind her.

“And Jay,” she suddenly reopened the door calling out for him. “Thank you for letting me stay here.”

Her soft smile was genuine, adorable, and made his stomach spin. In normal circumstances, he’d have told her she didn’t need to thank him for anything. Tonight, though, he didn’t want to argue.

“You’re welcome,” he offered her a gentle grin. But I’d make this your home even if you had yours.

Upon his return to solitude, he hoped the sounds of the night would lull him to sleep. He was tired, and on any other night he’d have dozed off easily. However, tonight wasn’t the case. Even if he closed his eyes, even if he was curled up comfortably, he couldn’t seem to fall asleep. He continuously rolled and rolled until he got tired of trying. So he fished for the remote in the total darkness of the room, and turned on the TV, the volume on the lowest, to see if anything in there could make him sleepy.

He had found a cartoon. One of those late night, highly inappropriate ones, and actually found it to be mildly entertaining. But the creaking sound of the door was more interesting. Lifting his head slowly to look over the back of the sofa, he found Yn peeking out of his bedroom.

“Can’t fall asleep?” he asked, and she just nodded. “Come here.”

Sitting up, he made some space for her to sit  beside him, making sure he left her with the softest pillows. Adorably, she sat down and immediately pulled her legs up to her chest, hugging it protectively, and resting her chin on her own knees.

“What are you watching?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. However, his attention was now far gone from the TV. “I just put it on to distract me. See if I could fall asleep to it.”

Moments of silence followed. Yn’s focus on the cartoon, while Jason was fixed watching her. She looked so serene, it didn’t even look like she had just been kicked out by her own father. He wanted to ask her if she was alright, but he feared she would get mad with how much he had asked it since they’d arrived home. He also wanted to hug her, feel the comfort of her warmth and maybe fall asleep to it, but he knew it would be too much for one single day. So, he was content with the light brushes he’d get on her skin.

“Nessie told me what you did to my dad,” she said suddenly, and Jason got nervous about what she thought of it. It was still her dad, even with all the pain he had caused. He was afraid she’d be mad at him for it. So, he had to explain himself.

“He deserved it,” he quickly added. His throat was dry, but he still insisted. “He deserved it for what he did to you. I could not…”

“I get it,” she broke him off. “It just… feels weird. I’m glad you did, but also not.”

He understood.

“I was mad at him at some point, and thought of doing it myself. But he is my dad. I don’t think I could do it if it ever came to it. Even if I collected all the anger I harvested throughout my entire life, I couldn’t lift a finger against him.”

Her head moved, now facing him with her cheek laid on her legs. Her eyes were intense, but sad. Glowing, but it wasn’t happiness.

“I get it,” he told her. “I really do.” And he continued to look at her till it gave him courage to finally ask. “Was he this bad your whole life?”

She shook her head. “He had his good moments. Few, but they were there. We just had to be doing something he’d actually be happy about.”

“He’d always make us take the classes he wanted. Go to places where he liked to go, and where his ‘friend’ could see him, you know, boast about how great his family was. Even our friends he got to pick. They had to be from church, and from rich families. People we could fawn over, grow attached to like vines. I guess he thought if we were friends with them, he would become friends with the parents, and what better than rich friends for you to parasite, right?

“I don’t even know how he let me come to Gotham in the first place. He made my sister marry young so she wouldn’t go away for college, so I don’t know how he didn’t try that on me too. I mean, he did try, but none of the guys were actually interested in pursuing me for him to insist on it… What?” he questioned when she heard him scoff.

“Why wouldn’t they be interested in you?” he let out before he knew it. Yn shyly hid her face from him before continuing.

“I kinda looked mad all the time.”

“Oh, really,” Jason mused, earning a slap on his bicep.

“I was just… an angry teenager,” he gave her a look. “And young adult too, okay?” she let out a brief laugh. “I don’t know why, I just was. Am. I don’t know. They were just always up my ass, and I guess it got me riled up. I could talk back to them, he might have killed me if I did. So I just… I just…”

“Stocked up with anger?” he finished for her.

“Yeah, I stocked up with anger. And didn’t know where to let it out,” she said, and went quiet for a while. “Was your family as insane as mine?”

“Sorta,” he scoffed. “They are wild, but not bad.”

He didn’t want to talk much, but she looked at him curiously. Almost begging him to talk.

“I was adopted when I was nine. My father had already adopted my older brother, and after me he got Tim, Steph and Cass, and then he found out he had a biological son that is just like him and annoying as shit. I’ll tell you, Damian is a lot. He adopted a cow and just told Bruce to deal with it. Kid is insane. ”

The girl looked at him baffled. A cow? Where would a middle class kid raise a cow in Gotham?

“That sounds… fun,” she gave him a big smile.

“Really?” he wondered.

“My family never did anything out of the ordinary,” she stated.

“My family doesn’t know what ordinary means,” he joked. The two of them laughed, TV show long ignored. Jason never forgot how, when she wanted it, her company could be so pleasant. He felt like she really listened to him, that she didn’t think his takes or stories were just a joke or meaningless. He actually enjoyed having her around, and hoped moments like this would become more frequent with her habiting the same place as him.

“You know,” he found the confidence to start speaking again. “I lied to you… That day at the doctor.”

Yn eyebrows frowned in a questioning look, and so, Jason continued. “I… My birth parents. I know who they are.” 

He felt guilty that day. For lying so blatantly. But it was something too personal for him, something he hadn’t shared with many. It was a part of his life that still hurt him, even if years had passed, and he had finally gotten a new family. He wasn’t ready to share it then, not in front of a doctor, a total stranger. And he knew the risks of his lie. He was omitting important information for his baby’s health and future, but he wasn’t ready.  In fact, he didn’t even know he was ready now. But Yn had been so honest, so open about that part of her life, one he knew now caused her much pain, that he felt the need to offer something back.

It was Yn’s soft hum that broke him from his thoughts and made him continue. “They were addicts. Very poor. I know they did the best the could to raise me, but their addiction was unstoppable. My dad started working with bad people to put food on the table. Last time I checked on him he was in jail. Might as well be dead by now, I haven’t cared to look him up.” His voice came out low, timid. A lump tightened his throat, making it hard for him to speak, but he still insisted. “My mom… She passed away. I’m not sure if it was the drugs, or if she got sick. I just remember her looking really bad.

“I was on the streets for a while, stealing tires and other things, when my father found me. He took me home, gave me food, and I haven’t left there ever since. I mean, I have my own home now, and life wasn’t easy there either, but they still are everything I have. I guess that’s why I grew attached to you so fast… I-I mean, the baby. The idea of the baby. I think I just wanted to have something that is really mine, that I can say I was the one to build and care for. My own family. I just got excited, you know. Let me show you something.”

Avoiding the tears by a millisecond, Jason stood up from his place and went to his closet. There, in the same place he had left it ever since he had bought it, he took the deep brown romper, with cute little ears and an even cuter fluffy tail. He saw it just a few days after Yn came to his apartment with the news he was going to be a dad, just as the idea started to settle in. He hadn’t told his brother, nor his father. The idea just lingering in his head, and once he found it on-line, he had to get it. He proudly got his baby’s first outfit on a whim. But it was too perfect to let it pass, and it was on sale too. It must have been a sign.

Walking fast back to the living room, he dropped at her side on the bouncy cushion. “I got this on-line I think two weeks ago. I thought it was adorable and I just needed to have it. I saw so many babies wearing those on the internet that I couldn’t stop picturing my own baby in one of them. Strolling around, you know. Stumbling on his, or hers, steps, or crawling around in it. Like an actual bear,” he let out a laugh, admiring the garment in his hand.

When he turned to look at Yn, though, he found her eyes watery. Her chin trembled as she bit her bottom lip, an attempt at making it stop. Jason wondered if he had said something wrong. If he had hurt her unknowingly. His own heart started to beat like crazy, bleeding pain upon her painful expression. “Yn? Did I say something wrong?”

“No!”, she cut him before he could finish. She dried her eyes with her hand and continued, “I’m just tired. It’s been a long day, Jay. I’m gonna head to bed.”

Placing a quick peck on his cheek, she might as well have run back to the bedroom.  Her sniffles, barely audible. She left him alone, to his own torturing thoughts of what he might’ve just done to make her react like this. Or was it just the hormones? Did pregnant women just act like this? 

No matter the answer, he stood in the darkness of the night and in the coldness of the rain. But the lingering burn of her kiss on his skin kept him warm, and could finally sleep soundly.

Sunday was quiet, and Nessie had spent the whole day by your side. Not much talking happened between you, her, or Jason. You just hung around, in silent company.

Jason, somehow, had gotten you a bed, and he and Dale, who had stopped by per Nessie’s request, built it in an instant. The room that was now to be yours wasn’t large, but it was enough. You had to learn to leave with enough now. Jason told you he would help you decorate as you wished, even though he had just painted the walls white in expectation of the baby’s gender. He sounded like he was full of ideas for a nursery, excitedly talking about items he had seen on-line or at stores. Nessie joked he might be the one nesting, and not you.

She left early this time, and your dinner with Jason was shared in silence. The two of them had tried to convince you to call in sick at work on Monday, to try to relax a bit more. Let your new reality sink in. But you knew you couldn’t. Sandra needed you, and you needed the distraction.

When morning came, the sun rays hit you straight in the face, the lack of curtains allowing the room to be bright and warm even if it was still early. You came out still in your pajamas, and immediately the smell of food filled your nose. The past few weeks of your pregnancy made you slightly wary of the smell’s potential to make you sick, but it was impossible to deny it smelled good and tasty.

“Good morning,” Jason greeted with a beaming smile. He seemed to be ready to head out to work. “I made you some breakfast. I’ve already eaten.”

“You got me feeling like a baby with all this food and stuff,” you commented. But it was true, he had been doing just about everything to make you feel comfortable and at home in his apartment.

“Hey! You are a baby,” he stated, and you scoffed. “At least while you don’t deliver my baby, you’re baby.”

You rolled your eyes at him, unable to hold back a smile. “Anyway, I have to go now. Are you really going to work today?” he asked. You just nodded. “Okay…” he breathed out. “If you need anything. And I mean, anything, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll be ready to answer you whenever.”

“You don’t have to worry, Jay,” you started, but one notification from your phone stole your attention briefly. “I’ll be alright. I promise.”

Jason looked at you as if he didn’t believe your words. His deep blue eyes boring into yours as if he tried to catch your lie in them. With a deep and long exhale, he accepted, or at least he pretended, that you would be fine without him. “Still, call me, okay?”

“I will,” you promised. “But I don’t think I’ll need to.”

Sitting on the island stool, you took a look at the meal he had prepared you. It really did look as delicious as it smelled. But you suddenly weren’t hungry.

You watched him pick up his bags, put on his shoes and leave. The guilt eating at your chest the entire time. He waved you goodbye with a large grin, happy to be starting his week it seemed. Yet, this morning, you struggled. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat with the notification staring right at you. A memory of your darkest hour.

Picking up your phone, you read it one more time.

Clinic girl Are you still going to schedule your abortion appointment?

It still stung as strong as it did minutes ago, when you first saw it on your screen. Your mind battled with the idea, even though you knew your answer very well. The smell of the food suddenly was making you sick, and your appetite, by this point, had completely vanished. Rubbing at your temples, you decided on putting an end to it.

You It won’t be necessary.

Putting your phone away, you got up to change. And you changed quickly, just like your life had done. Quick and sharp like an arrow, or an assassin’s blade. Changing everything in its course. Soon, you were closing the apartment’s door behind you, taking one last glimpse of what your life had become. Of what your future was going to be. You and him. Your baby soon to come in.

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a/n: i got this idea after sitting in my room for hours thinking about dad!madara, so here are those thoughts 😭. i hope you all enjoy! 🤍

pairings: madara uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, fluff, dad!madara, mentions of babies (if that’s a warning?), very wholesome content.

Restless Nights ft. Madara Uchiha

Madara stirred around in his deep slumber, his body fighting to stay asleep. Though, that fight came to an abrupt end when the Uchiha’s eyes suddenly peeled open, revealing the darkness of the ceiling above him.

He wasn’t sure what time it was.

Not that it mattered anyway, but he was kind of annoyed that he was brought out of his sleep. He was a pretty deep sleeper, so he was curious as to what woke him up. Was there a noise? Had you gotten up to use the bathroom? He didn’t know, but all he knew was that he was going to go back to sleep as quickly as possible. He didn’t want to waste another minute to get some well deserved shut eye.

As he turned on his right side, he settled into the mattress, making sure to pull the blankets over his side. He also made sure to double check that you still had some as well, because he knew you’d get annoyed if you didn’t have any blankets on your side.

Madara was about to shut his eyes for the rest of the night, but the sound of fussing coming from the baby monitor beside his bedside table caused that action to pause. Those fussing noises then turned into cries. The cries came from his baby daughter, Star, and she didn’t sound too happy on the other end.

The sound of the baby crying caused you to wake up as well. Madara felt you moving around on the other side of the bed, and you let out a few groans when you heard Star crying once again. You weren’t sure why she was up again, but you couldn’t exactly complain. This was parenthood, and you couldn’t let her keep crying in her crib like that.

Madara flipped over so he was now laying on his back. His eyes were now fully open, and he was looking at you now. The only light came from the moon which was basking its rays against you from the darkened curtains near the window. You looked like such an angel in the light, and he couldn’t help but brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek. You reached for his wrist, squeezing at it so you could acknowledge his touch.

Reality soon washed over him, and that was that his daughter was still crying.

He looked at how tired you seemed in bed. It was true that you had spent a lot of your nights caring for your baby. Madara couldn’t count the many times you rose out of bed at the crack of dawn just to change Star’s diaper, or to feed her whenever she was hungry. You were such an amazing mom, and he was so happy you were the mother of his child.

He figured it was time for him to add in some extra work. Madara often helped you whenever you needed it, but you insisted multiple times that you’d wake up to deal with Star. He never objected, but, this time, he wasn’t going to take that answer.

“I’ll get her..” he spoke to you softly, rubbing your cheek with love.

You opened of your eyes, letting out air through your nose. “No.. don’t worry, I can take care of it. She’s probably hungry..” you sounded so tired, and, judging by your voice, it sounded like you were half asleep. Madara couldn’t blame you either. You were woken up out of sleep and you were still in bed.

He shook his head, “No, darling, I’ll take care of her.. you just go back to sleep, okay? I promise I’ll make sure she’s fine..” he leaned forward to press a kiss onto your forehead.

Part of you wanted to put up a fight, but your body was exhausted. It was true that you spent many nights waking up to assist your daughter, and that often led you to not sleeping throughout the whole night. You were quite the grouch whenever it came to missing sleep, but you didn’t want to have Madara doing all of the work. You loved your daughter, and you wanted the best care for her.

You couldn’t lie and say you wanted a break. Madara had work while you stayed home with Star, and you could barely get a moment by yourself. Your maternity leave was almost up, and, soon, you’d have to leave Star in the care of your parents. It wasn’t a bad thing, no, but you were so tired from everything.

Feeling too burnt out, you nodded your head and gave into Madara. He took your silence as your answer, and he sat up in bed to get ready to go to the nursery where your daughter slept.

Before he left, he pressed a small kiss against your cheek. This caused you to smile. He really was the most perfect husband you could ask for.

Madara pulled the blankets off his body, turning to the edge of the bed to place his feet on to the carpeted floor. He could still hear the sounds of Star crying in the room across from the one you both shared. He quickly stood up, making his way around the bed towards your bedroom door.

He turned the knob to the door, entering the hallway. He made sure to close it so you could get the best sleep possible. Madara knew you deserved your slumber, and he was going to interrupt that.

Madara walked across the corridor to where your daughter slept. He could hear her still whining inside of her room, so he made sure to up his pace to assist her.

He slowly pushed open the door to the nursery. He was faced with the sight of Star in her crib. Madara could see in the moonlight that she was very upset, and he could feel his heart tugging from her emotions. One thing about his daughter was that she could be quite emotional about anything. Her food is one minute late? She’s having a small fit. He didn’t mind it though, babies were always the types to notice every little thing.

He slowly crept into the room so he was now standing above her crib. “Shh.. it’s okay, Star.. daddy is here,” he cooed, trying to calm the upset baby down.

Madara reached downward to scoop Star into his arms. He softly smiled when he saw her pajama’s. You always had the best outfit ideas for her, and you swore from up and down that your daughter would be a fashion icon before she could even walk. Right now, that was the case.

Star wore a baby pink onesie. The onesie was decorated with small unicorns with horns that shined with glitter. Madara couldn’t think of a better outfit idea for Star, because, to be frank, he had no clue how to dress her.

Madara started to rock his daughter in his arms. Her once loud cries began to die down, and her tears came to a halt. He didn’t think he was that good at calming her down. There were several occasions where the crying got worse from him trying to assist. Though, he was relieved that she was slowly calming down, so it made it easier on him and you. The last thing he’d want is to wake you up to calm your baby.

He stared to analyze if anything was upsetting Star. Madara learned very quickly that babies can be set off by anything, so he wondered if she possibly needed a diaper change or a small noise triggered her.

He couldn’t really smell anything that could give off that she needed her diaper changed, so he knew she was probably hungry. It had been a while since she was put down for bed, so he would definitely have to feed her. You had left some formula in the fridge if she ever needed it, so Madara knew exactly what to do in this situation.

“Wanna eat, sweet thing..?” Madara wiggled his finger around Star’s eyes to get her to focus on him. Yes, he was aware that his daughter probably didn’t know what he was saying, but he loved seeing her little smile whenever he did speak to her.

He made sure to keep Star secure in his arms as he turned to exit her nursery. He wanted to assure that she wouldn’t make any noises while he slipped past your bedroom. Waking you up would for sure lead him to getting a lecture the next morning.

Madara made it to the top of the stairs. He had to be extra careful. He wasn’t a huge fan of bringing a baby down the stairs, especially his own daughter. There were times where Madara almost passed out whenever you’d go down the stairs and almost slip. He tried insisting that you guys should install an escalator or something as a joke, but you claimed you didn’t need it.

He slowly stepped down the carpeted stairs. He made sure keep a fine grip on Star so she wouldn’t slip from his arms. Madara felt lucky that your home didn’t have a huge line of stairs.

Once he made it to the end, he let out a sigh of relief. He thought he was going to explode from how anxious he was going down.

Madara turned the corner and headed towards the kitchen. It was kind of dark, so he had to squint a little bit in order to see. As he grew closer, he saw the faint kitchen light illuminating its glow. He thought those kinds of lights were stupid, but, now, he considered that thing his best friend.

He stepped towards the fridge, pulling the handle so it was now open. He squinted from how bright the light was, and he could feel the goosebumps erupting onto his skin from the chilly air that poured from the confines of the refrigerator. His dark eyes scanned the shelves for Star’s baby bottle.

Madara’s eyes narrowed once he saw the plastic bottle sitting on the top shelf. It was filled about three-fourths of the way full, so it was just enough for Star to eat. He pulled it out, and shut the fridge door with his hip. He occasionally looked down at his daughter to make sure that she was okay. He couldn’t help but laugh at her blank expression. She seemed so bored, and her face was screaming “dad, what are you doing?”

He lifted his eyes so he could pay attention to what was in front of him. Madara made sure to keep the bottle in his left hand, and his daughter in his right arm.

Once he made it to the stairs, he slowly crept up them. There was an occasional squeak or two that came from the steps, but, other than that, he was as quiet as a mouse. Star was also silent as well except for her random exhales that were normal for her.

Madara reached the top of the stairs, continuing his route towards Star’s room. He didn’t hear you, so he assumed that you had fallen asleep. He was happy for that. You deserve more rest than anything else in the world, and he was going to make sure of that.

Stepping into the nursery, Madara left the door just slightly ajar. He adjusted his hood on his daughter as he walked towards the chair you used to breastfeed her. It was a oak-colored rocking chair you had received as a gift from one of your friends at your baby shower. Madara practically spent all of his time building the nursery with his friend, Hashirama.

Madara slowly sat down on the chair. He took the bottle of formula which was in his right hand, and tilted it towards Star’s mouth. He almost laughed out loud when he saw how quickly she went for the nozzle where the formula came out of. She must have been quite hungry, because, judging by how fast she was drinking the liquid, she needed to eat.

He made sure to keep the bottle firm so none of the contents would leak out. He also made sure that she wouldn’t choke on accident.

“You’re just like your daddy.. always having an appetite..” he whispered in a low voice.

Looking down at her precious face, Madara couldn’t help but admire how beautiful his daughter was. She was everything he ever wanted in life, and he was so thankful to have become her father.

When he found out you were pregnant, he was absolutely ecstatic. Becoming a parent was a dream he had for such a long time, but he didn’t think it’d come for a while. Sure, you two had been trying for a bit of time, but it hit him like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t unhappy, no, he was beyond excited to start this new journey with you.

The pregnancy was long, and Madara was there every step of the way. Within the blink of an eye, you were already nine months, and he was so excited to meet his little girl. He practically shoved everyone out of the way when your best friend had called and said your water had broken while you were out.

When Star was born, Madara felt such immense happiness bursting through him. Star completely resembled her father, but she had your personality. Madara liked to joke around that she’d have his hair and you’d be the one dealing with the mess every morning. That thought alone always made you roll your eyes, and call him crazy if he thought that was going to happen.

He practically cried the moment he saw her laying on your chest. He couldn’t believe that he was finally a father.

Meeting Star made his life so much happier. He often showed off his baby daughter to anyone he came across. You often would snatch his cellphone away to remind him that not everyone needed to know you had a child, but he always bickered back saying that she was a blessing and blessings should be shown off.

Madara wasn’t the most perfect father. He was a first time dad, and he had no clue how babies worked. There was a time where he left your diaper on the wrong way, and you practically tore his head off about it. Though, you had messed up a couple of times yourself and he always reminded you of that.

Then, those dreaded doctor trips. God, he hated going to those.

He trusted medical professionals more than anybody in the world. His biggest worry though was that something was wrong with Star, or that she was sick. The vaccinations were the worst part. He hated seeing her crying face whenever the doctor poked a needle into her small arm. He practically shed tears for her.

Madara became this protective dad. He always watched everyone carefully whenever they around his daughter. People could be threats, and he wouldn’t let a damn soul get his hands on Star.

Besides all of that, he couldn’t be happier with his life. He had an amazing wife, a precious daughter. What more could he ask for? He often felt like he was the luckiest man on the earth. You brought an amazing blessing into this world, and it definitely made his love for you stronger than anything else in the universe.

Madara’s thoughts were suddenly broken apart by the notice that the bottle in his hand was now empty. He also noticed that Star was now fast asleep. There was a little bit of her formula leaking from her lip, so he made sure to clean it off with the towel beside her rocking chair. It made him chuckle a bit.

He leaned against the chair, placing the small bottle on the table beside him. He slowly rocked her in his arms, making sure to not be too aggressive so she wouldn’t wake up. He smiled at how adorable she was when she slept. Her relaxed features, and her precious face made him so happy.

The rocking motion made his eyes feel heavy, and he could feel himself slipping into sleep. He tried his best to stay awake, but he started to drift off.

Before he knew it, he was fast into a deep slumber with his daughter in his arms.

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I Dedicate My Heart...To You | Levihan

I promised @/glassesandswords a few months back that I would write a Levihan piece during their Marley Vacay and I finally finished it 😭 If you're seeing this, I'm sorry it took so long!! I ended up cutting out the first half and just focusing on the last scene since it can stand on its own. I might eventually go back and write about their other adventures in the city of Marley! For now, please enjoy some Levihan confessions by the sea <3

“Ah, Lady Kiyomi sure does have a lovely estate, doesn’t she?”

Hange and Levi strolled beside the Marleyan shores bordering the Azumabito estate, the evening sun casting a deep orange glow as it sank below the horizon.

“It’s not half bad,” Levi admitted. He closed his eyes, letting the wind ruffle his raven hair. “It’s a good place to get some peace and quiet away from all the noisy brats.”

“By ‘noisy brats,’ do you mean the kids?” Hange asked, smiling.

“Well, no one else is making a ruckus in the streets about ice cream.”

“Well, it is their first time seeing what all the outside world has to offer.”

“I wouldn’t mind them getting excited if they weren’t causing a scene," Levi said, not bothering to hold back his sigh of disapproval.

“Says the person who made us run from the authorities after saving a random kid.”

“Shut up.”

Hange’s laughter echoed like church bells through the air, the sound almost as natural and serene as the soft crashing of waves on the shore.

Levi knew he’d been grumpier than usual during their excursion, but someone had to be the responsible adult. In truth, he really didn’t mind standing back and watching Hange and the kids run about carefree, laughing and smiling wherever their curiosity led them. If anyone deserved to relax, it was them. They’d been through hell and back since the walls first fell. Sure, they’d had their moments of joy, but even in those moments they were always bracing for the worst. A moment’s peace could and often was rudely interrupted by their harsh reality. Danger surrounded them, anywhere, everywhere, and constantly. But this time, with the threat of titans far behind them, Levi watched his fellow scouts finally drop their guards, eyes looking upon the world with hope. He wished that someday soon they could live the remainder of their lives like this: unafraid, fulfilled, and happy. Those brats deserved it. 

Especially Hange.

Levi glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his heart skipping a beat in his chest.

The ocean breeze gently lifted the edges of Hange’s hair, the flyaway strands framing her face as if she were a piece of art. Everything about her was so carefully crafted, from the upturned corner of her lips, her long, silky brown hair, and her chocolate eyes that shone like sunlight. It was a sight so perfect, so captivating. Levi wished that he could capture this moment in time and save it forever. Is this why people like to use those cameras? He’d once thought Marleyans had some odd tastes and even odder interests, but maybe he was finally beginning to understand them.

“Levi?”

Levi nearly jumped as Hange’s voice quickly pulled him out of his thoughts. “What is it?”

He could sense the smile that she wanted to give him, but for some reason, she held it back. Was she stopping herself from teasing him, or was it something else? 

“You were staring at me,” she said.

Though Levi didn’t react outwardly, inwardly his heart began to pound against his ribcage. Heat spread to his cheeks, and he had to keep himself from clicking his tongue at her. She might actually tease him if she realized he had gotten so flustered.

“You’re imagining things,” he answered coolly, fixing his eyes on the sea. But even with his back turned, he still felt her gaze on his. It drove him crazy, how she could affect him like this. Hange was single handedly unraveling the man who never brought his emotions out into the open. She was dismantling the cool, uncaring persona he’d worn for so long. She was drawing herself closer and closer to him, and he was letting her, even though he’d grown so afraid of getting attached and one day having to let go.

“Oh, I am?” Hange mused, tapping a finger on her chin. “Sorry. Maybe I was the one staring.”

Thump. Levi’s heart was doing that dastardly thing again. Beating. Faster. Harder. All without his permission. 

“W-What did you say?” 

He was expecting some sort of quip to fall from her lips, for Hange to break out into an unrestrained fit of laughter. But she didn’t.

She blushed.  

Levi stared at her, mouth agape. Am I understanding this right? There’s no way Hange would say something like that to me. Dang it. I know everything she says is unexpected, but how am I supposed to respond to…this?!

“Ah…sorry for saying something like that so out of the blue. I really don’t have a filter today. Perhaps it’s because this little vacation has proved to be so exciting? Anyways, it’s starting to get dark out. Let’s head in—”

Levi gripped Hange’s wrist, holding it tight but keeping it loose enough for her to walk away, if she really wanted to.

“Levi?”

“You can’t just say something that serious and then walk off.”

“Well…what else am I supposed to do? It’s nothing, right? Just a slip of the tongue. I’m tired anyways. Maybe it’s just—”

“You never say things you don’t mean, Hange.”

The blush on her cheeks deepened, and Hange bowed her head, desperately trying to hide the sight from Levi. “I’m not that good at being sincere.”

“I’m not either, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.”

Hange’s wide eyes snapped up to meet his, and her heart fluttered upon seeing Levi’s flustered countenance. With his free hand, he covered his face with his palm, sighing deeply into it. “After all these years of being friends, the one time you do me in is when we’re on a vacation in another land at someone else’s house before everything possibly goes to hell.” Levi let out a soft chuckle, running a hand through his now messy strands of hair. “Tell me, Hange. Was that really a joke, or is it something that came from your heart?”

Hange considered her words for a moment, battling between coming clean and brushing the whole thing aside. But seeing Levi’s desperation, his pleading to know if there was truth to be found in her words…could she really deny him of the truth of her feelings, now?

“With everything I do, I dedicate my heart,” she declared, briefly glancing back up at Levi’s eyes. “I’ve dedicated my heart for humanity, for my fallen comrades, but to a single person…I think I already have.”

Levi’s heart pounded against his chest, threatening to leap out. “You’ve dedicated your heart…to me?”

Hange pursed her lips as she fought back her sudden shyness. “Well…we’ve been by each other’s side for so long, and we’re the last ones left. I can’t say I haven’t thought about the future, either. Our future. And how it might be nice…to continue to experience life at your side.”

For the first time in Levi’s life, he found himself at a loss for words. This is how Hange felt about him? Since when? For how long? But more importantly, why?

“I don’t think I’m the kind of person you’d want to live out the rest of your life with. I’m unpleasant, I can’t stand a dirty house, and after all these years of fighting, I’m not sure that I can easily settle into a life free of obligations. Do you really want to be woken up at five in the morning because I’m making the bed with you in it?”

Hange flung her head back, bursting into laughter. Levi could only observe her reaction, trying to will the bashfulness to leave him. But now he’d just insinuated not only living in the same house as Hange, but sleeping in the same bed! What was he doing? He’d never been good at expressing his feelings. Perhaps he should have kept them to himself—

“Well, if you clean the house, then I’ll cook the food! The kids have always complimented my culinary prowess~”

The two turned their gazes to one another, their once wild blushes now just faint shades of red. The uneasiness in the air had given way to a sense of relief, and the anxiety gripping them had turned into confidence. As they looked for answers in each other’s eyes, the sun dipped lower and lower below the horizon, stars just beginning to peek through the deep orange sky.

“Well, how about it, Captain? If we make it out of this war alive and neither of us are still with anyone, how about we get married? We’ve dedicated our hearts to humanity. Now it’s time to dedicate them to someone new.”

“Idiot,” Levi whispered, gently taking Hange’s hand in his as he began to pull her back to the Azumabito estate. Despite his rough words, if you looked closely enough, you could spot the tiniest of smiles forming on Levi’s face. With the soft whistling of the wind and the lapping of waves on the shore, they walked on slowly together, relishing in the feeling of their fingers intertwined. “My heart’s already yours. You don’t even have to ask.”

[genshin-obsessed]

hi omg omg can i request an angst to fluff with kaeya or childe (whoever you want hehe) wherein they fall apart with s/o without knowing she was pregnant and so after some time he sees her and the child in the snow (if its kaeya, beach maybe if childe?) and he assumes she already has a family until he overhears the kid say “mommy when is daddy coming home? i thought he liked icy stuff/water thingies” so he like tALKS IT OUT AND HE REALIZES HE’S THE BABY DADDY 😭 and they like get back together bc they never really moved on from each other KAKAKAKKAK THIS WAS NICE IN MY HEAD NOW I KINDA RUINED IT? THANK YOUUU

- penguin anon

Haiii! I chose Kaeya! I hope you like it <3 Length: 1.3k (c/n) - Child’s Name

Family

“Well fine! How about we just stop seeing each other?!” You yelled, tears glistening in your eyes. You could see the shock and pain in Kaeya’s eyes. It slowly morphed into anger and he looked away with a slight scoff. 

“Fine.” Without saying anything else, he turned around and walked out of your home. It didn’t take long before you sank to the floor with tears now streaming down your cheeks. Your sobs filled your empty home without a person to hear them.

***

The days that went by were lonely and lacking. You pushed yourself to take on more commissions and requests to keep yourself busy. 

Kaeya brought a type of joy in your life that you couldn’t find anywhere else. Something you desperately needed to have in your life after having it for 3 years. But there was nothing that could compare. Kaeya was special. He was someone that meant so much to you, someone you couldn’t imagine life without. You had proven it when you dumped it. Your life was difficult and unbearable at times.

However, you found out some news later on. This forced you to quit your job as an adventurer and move away from Mondstat. 

You were pregnant. You were now about to have the child of your ex and at first, you didn’t know how to handle it. But overtime, as you moved along in your pregnancy, you wanted the child more and more. They were the last thing you’d ever gotten from Kaeya.

Your friend (any character that doesn’t live in Mondstat), helped you as much as they could with the pregnancy. It was hard, long, and also unbearable at times. But in the end, your child was your pride and joy.

Eventually, you took your 3 year old on a trip to Mondstat. It was the winter time and it was snowing, something that often reminded you of Kaeya.

The trip was for the festival that Mondstat held during the winter called the Snowflake Festival. It was only held in Mondstat for a few days and you wanted to attend after not going for about 4 years. 

The bittersweet memories still stung. You felt the pain deep in your heart. Especially when you passed by the spots you often went on as a date.

***

You sighed as you sat down on a bench, watching (c/n) run around, playing in the snow. A smile graced your lips as you watched your child laugh and play. They were just like their father. They had baby blue eyes, dark blue hair, and similar features. Every day you were reminded of Kaeya, yet it didn’t hurt, it was the opposite.

Good things always come to an end, and your relationship was nothing special. You did wish you had a chance to speak to him. A chance to tell him the truth, but he really didn’t need that in his life. He was already busy with other things. Maybe one day-

“(Y/n)?” You jumped, being yanked back into reality and looked to your left. Your eyes widened and you immediately wanted to run away with (c/n).

“Kaeya…” He gave you a smile and wave, before walking towards you.

“Hey, I didn’t think I’d see you ever again.” You were nervous, you felt the pit of anxiety building up in your stomach. But at the same time, you wanted to stay with him. There was that warmth and happiness again, one that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Y-Yeah, well the festival is my favorite…” You answered as he sat down beside you.

“That’s right, you haven’t attended in a while. So… h-how are you?” You nodded, looking away.

“Good. I’ve been good. H-How are you?” He nodded as well, looking down at the snowy ground.

“I’ve been good too. Mostly busy with my work and stuff.” Boy was this awkward. “So… h-how’s your family?”

“They’re good! They’re… they’ve been good. I haven’t visited them in a while.”

“Oh- I-I meant, well um…” He sighed and shook his head, “Nevermind.” Oh!

“Oh, I haven’t-”

“Mommy! Mommy! You told me daddy liked snow too! Where is he? Can we bring him here too?” Wow… perfect timing (c/n)!! You put on a smile as your little baby ran towards you with a cheerful smile. They immediately saw Kaeya and became shy, hiding behind your legs, which didn’t help since they were a little too tall.

“M-Mommy?” Kaeya asked, looking at you. You didn’t say anything for a minute, but then decided to come clean.

“Yeah. This is (c/n). (C/n), this is… Kaeya.” Your child gave him a shy wave, to which he smiled and waved back.

“They’re adorable. How old are they?” Oh boy, here we go.

“Three and a half.” Kaeya nodded as (c/n) ran away before he stiffened. Three and a half years ago was when you broke up. As he stared at your child, he started noticing similarities. Same hair color, same eye color, same… features.

“K-kind of funny how they l-look like me.” It was evident right then and there he’d figured it out. Kaeya was extremely intelligent and he was really good at picking up on subtleties.

“That’s usually what happens when you’re the parent.” He looked at you, shocked that you’d admitted it. You sighed in defeat and looked him in the eyes. “You’re the dad. I found out I was pregnant after we broke up. I had to quit being an adventurer and moved to (wherever) to raise them, myself.” Kaeya hesitantly reached out and took your hand.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve loved to help even if we weren’t together.”

“I know, but… I broke it off. I chose to quit on our relationship over something stupid. Something I can’t even remember.”

“I don’t remember what we were arguing over either. I… I tried to find you again. Granted it was a couple of weeks later, but I just couldn’t stand the thought of living without you. But you were never home. Always out, always busy. Then one day I found out you’d left. I… I wanted to find out, but I took that as a sign that you didn’t want to see me. I thought going and looking for you would be disrespectful since… it was clear you didn’t want to be found.” Ok, that hurt more than you thought it would. You never even thought that he would come looking for you or that he’d ever want you back.

“I’m sorry.” You laced your fingers with this and gave him a weak smile. “I… really miss you, Kaeya.”

“I miss you too.”

“C-can I tell them?” His eyes lit up, almost as if you’d given him the best news he’d ever heard in his life. Well, you did, actually. This brought a smile to your face as you stood up and walked toward (c/n). You crouched down and told them something.

Kaeya watched with a loving smile on his face. Whether or not you two would ever be together wasn’t as scary anymore. Because now, you two had a beautiful child and he hoped that you’d let him help raise (c/n).

(C/n)’s eyes widened and a giant smile took over their face as they turned and looked at Kaeya. You were still talking, but it didn’t even look like they were listening anymore. You said one final thing and they started to run towards Kaeya.

“Daddy!!” Kaeya was surprised he was accepted so quickly. But he was happy. Kaeya stood up and held his arms out, only for (c/n) to jump into his arms. You smiled as you watched them, tears pricking your eyes. You felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Maybe you three could be a family, one day.

[pocketedxoxo]

im praying with everything that this helps - i've gotten nowhere in the past YEAR 😭

(a note - it did, in fact, help. i really recommend doing this and answering a load of questions about your book because im lowkey feeling so motivated LMAO.)

my story is called "a glass storm"! im genuinely thinking about making it a duology, but i don't know what the second book or the duology as a whole would be called LMAO. it's very urban fantasy type, but there's no magic. partially mystery, partially romance, and partially action/adventure. basically everything i would want to read! i've been writing it for like the past 2-3 years, on and off. it's undergone lots of reboots (changes of characters, scrapping ideas and plotlines, rewrites, editing out whole chapters, adding new characters and a new villain, etc etc). it's set on an island called keinore, which, on the outside, seems to be running smoothly. but there are cover ups and scandals that slowly come to light as our main crew delve into secrets to try and stop an illegal drug from making it into the markets.

i will say it now - when i first wrote it, i was obsessed with six of crows by leigh bardugo. and whilst i've tried to pull it further and further away from that (the plot and worldbuilding is very different, and so are some of the themes. the characters are all original and my own.), the essence of it (urban fantasy, gangs, illegal activity) is pretty similar!

2. "a glass storm" is set in an island called "keinore". i have a map drawn!! it's split into five states, and each state is famous for its own thing, and caters to different types of people. there's estia, for the rich; longg where all the dangerous animals (and people??) are kept. no one really knows what goes on here; austral, which is on the southern coast and where most of the population live; midnet, which is where all official business goes on, and where the king resides; and septrion, which is basically forest. no official citizens reside here, but there have been lots of stories about tribal populations here.

there are lots of different fantasy plants and animals, along with some real-life ones. the language they speak is called "daedrish". dialects differ from state to state, obviously. and they are ruled by a monarchy and government working in coalition. the issue is, with keinore, that there's a lot of privilege for the rich, and corruption is pretty easy. in some places in austral, the police forces are terrible, and it's really easy for crime rates to rocket upwards. gangs and things are pretty easy to find in parts like this.

keinore is very very sheltered. they don't have much contact with other countries around them. no one knows why, but also, no one really questions it. why do they need to? keinore is thriving pretty well on its own.

well, maybe that's not entirely certain

3. the genre is a mix of mystery, action/adventure, a little bit of urban fantasy, and romance

4. our main character is a girl called avani eimour!! she's been born and brought up in leithdom, a city in austral. but - uh oh! - her parents died whilst they were away on "business" when she was just about eleven, and she was shoved into foster care. but leithdom authorities aren't very smart, and it wasn't hard for her to slip away. she's spent the rest of her life living on the streets, on the outskirts of gang warfare. she's a thief by trade, and often runs deliveries for some important people who pay her. her best friend - a boy a few years older called mav - also lives on the street, and they survive it together.

avani isn't the warmest of people, but that isn't by nature. it's more because she needed a stone cold heart to survive on the streets. deep DEEP down, she is very caring and loves deeply, even if she doesn't show it as much. she's lesbian, nearly turning sixteen, and has a great sense of humour, actually. she's loyal to some, and honestly quite cunning and ambitious. she's INCREDIBLY prideful, and hates useless people. she's impulsive but also very clever. head over heart and refuses to let her emotions rule her (but sometimes, they just do). she prefers leading rather than following. she's the type to have very strong opinions. she's stubborn.

her biggest fear is losing her freedom, and (on some level) abandonment. her favourite thing about herself is that she's good at what she does - thieving and stealing - and she also admires that she's observant.

she also has a Deep Dark Secret™ LMAO. our poor girl 😭 she hates herself for it, unfortunately.

4. OUR VILLAIN CREW i unironically love them so much 😭 i did a lot of thinking about them (too much.) and now they seem so stupid and dumb even tho they're meant to be like really terrible people. but oh well. i decided that one day, im gonna write a spinoff with short stories about them because their dynamics are so funny.

first up we have dorcey!! he goes by one name only. he's not actually keinorian by birth - he was born and brought up somewhere else. but after some turns of events, he's brought to keinore, with a need for revenge. he is the orchestrator of everything really, the mastermind behind it all.

kameron is next. he's a rich man who got rich off of MANY illegal activities. but because he's so rich and influential, no one can really touch him. shame, really, because he's a terrible terrible man. he lives in a big house in austral, and he's the one funding everything dorcey is doing.

thirdly, is wren. she grew up in a circus for most of her life, and when it fell apart after the reform, she was essentially tossed away because she was now a legal adult. sucks, really. so she did lots and lots of odd jobs before ending up with kameron, and then, working with dorcey. she's basically an eyes and ears, and does a lot of physical fighting as well.

lastly, we have landon!! he's the leader of his own gang, and is old friends with kameron (well, he says he is. kameron says otherwise.). he's also like the muscle of the group, and is important because he's the one who has enough people backing him in his gang. he uses them for odd jobs when wren cannot (e.g: finding out where the mayor's money is kept and spent).

they're all horrible really, and they're after avani and her group because she's found out their big bad plan. and she's not going to let it lie.

5. themes and messages?? i haven't actually thought about this. but i think i would say that themes include - found family, romance, good over evil (lmao classic), corruption, revenge, death, alliance, power and more. as for messages, i can't really think of any right now. maybe that's something for me to think about. 🤷‍♀️

6. my favourite scene would HAVE to be the ending/big fight scene. i have something so so cool in mind, and im partially afraid i won't do it justice 😭 but oh well. another scene i love is the death scene of one of the characters - it's very dramatic and exciting!! there's a particular arc i'd love to write as well, to do with the relationship change between two characters. im excited to write so much, but whenever i sit down i really just can't cook anything up lmao.

a scene im struggling on? probably all this filler. i have to write all the background and things, and it physically. hurts. also, i need to plot out a proper, official skeleton, not just the one i have in my head, so that i have something to stick to, but i js haven't done it yet hahahaha. so yeah, that's that.

7. ooh i think i've mentioned plot before!! but it basically follows avani and co. as they uncover a lot of secrets whilst they try to stop the villain gang from ENDING THE WORLD (no im kidding. it's something a little less dramatic, but also very dangerous.). something something, ruining keinore from the inside out, something something, revenge and vengeance (are they the same thing? idk LMAO). the plot also follows avani falling in love with amberly, and her coming to terms with some things from her past.

8. i love the gays i am the gays i write for the gays.

this book started off as JUST a lesbian romance tbh, back when i finally came to terms with my sexuality, but then i read six of crows and my younger self was like "ooh!!! mix it up!!!". i've mentioned avani falling in love with amberly, and they are very much endgame i love them SO much. who else? avani’s best friend mav is gay, they are very much lesbian-gay solidarity. landon is gay. another side character, rune, is gay. wren is pansexual. amberly is bisexual. serene is aroace. i love them all <3

9. side characters!! YAY

our main crew consists of six people - avani, amberly becker (a runaway daughter from a rich family), jarus dupont (the son of an old money family - although they might *just* be "old" now), serene (no last name and no history to her either? that's strange), brynna aston (daughter of a family who went bankrupt after a reform, and our resident healer), and king regarin (the child king of the country after his father's death).

they all have their own backstories, and im not gonna list them now because this is already so so long. but their backstories are very much a part of who they are today.

regarin faces a lot of pressure as king, brynna longs for the finer things in life sometimes, jarus is timid, serene is closed-off, for reasons we don't quite know. amberly likes being a little bold and offers her opinions easily - the very reason she had to run away from home.

there are other side characters!! we have regarin's advisor, who appears briefly but ends up being quite helpful; mav, who is a big part of avani’s life; rune, who helps them cross the border ; and lots lots more. my side characters are lowkey kind of developed bc i js. have. SO MANY THOUGHTS.

anyway yes, if you read through that , thank you SO much, that was a lot. but im actually feeling kind of motivated now! so it helps fsfs, i definitely recommend this if you're stuck on a wip

i need people to ask me about my story or I'm never writing it

[foxymoxynoona]

It’s hilarious how we’re all assuming Sasha will be the one to get the STD. What if its Jungkook?

I think it’s because subconsciously, most of us might want her to be ‘punished’, or face some type of obvious repercussion for the break up and the many bad decisions she’s been making. Or maybe I’m wrong… and thinking too much.

Still haven’t read recent chapters. 😂 My self control should win me awards (lies). Foxy please update soon, I don’t know how much longer I can last 😭 😭 .

I just want all the angst to pass so I don’t end up disliking Sasha and unshipping them. The last chapter I read, I was actually hoping they never get back together or at least for the next five years. The toxicity was just too upsetting.

Anyway, on a serious note, please take your time and update as you can. Welp, this got longer than I intended. Hope you’re having a good day 🦊 .

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I don't think you're thinking too much; at least not if you compare it to how much I thought about everything I put into this story! And I mean I have literally gotten multiple comments from people (serious or joking, they both kind of prove the same point...) who said Sasha deserves to get an STD.

You have really good insights when you send in comments so I'm going to hope this is ok in a response to you and elaborate a little more on a topic I get really excited analyzing and see at play right now with Flux...

Without referencing anyone's comments specifically, I'm just talking general trends, it's probably unsurprising to know that in my 11 stories over the last year and change, I have seen that BTS men can get away with WAY MORE "misbehavior" than the female OCs before I see escalated reader outcry. JK's non-con sexual acts in Lowlander didn't get the reaction that Isabella interrupting her own orgasm in Amended did. Obviously these incidents have context that also impact how we react to them, sure. And there's obviously a starting bias we have towards even fictional JK based on our love for real JK because we know I'm writing him with a good heart in my stories whereas you're meeting the OCs fresh, so this isn't a perfect comparison. But I do think it's hard to completely divorce the common sexist ideas the world has about female behavior and identity from the way we react to fictional female characters. I know I'm not perfect about it; a desire to look more closely at ways in which my own thoughts still reflect some of the very sexist ideas I was raised with was literally the starting of Amended! (And, arguably, I could write an analysis about how it still reveals internalized mysogyny through the narrative choices I made... 😬)

In general we tend to hold female characters to a higher bar of behavior and expect them to "know better" than male counterparts. This often holds even in a case like Flux where we know JK was raised by good parents and has seen good relationships modeled through them and his hyungs, and we also know Sasha does not seem to have had any good relationships modeled or have any specific family we know of who could have taught her anything healthy. I think she even said at one point (unless this is a spoiler? if so oops haha) that she's never seen a long, loving relationship. She's never had a relationship endure her having a mental health crisis. Her only long, healthy relationships are with three platonic friends, no romance or sex involved. Her family is three friends she met as a teenager who are similar to her in terms of age/experience/knowledge. But we expect her to model behavior she's never seen while giving JK more space to learn and grow through mistakes. I'm simplifying here because there are so many more details that can be brought in to understand this whole picture, some of which you all don't have yet, but I hope you get the gist of what I mean. Female OCs have to prove they deserve our beloved JK, but JK tends to get the benefit of the doubt unless I really swing him hard (Meadow and Sugar Fairy the reactions did manage to flip! Is it kind of interesting those were my most "well-behaved" female OCs too? Lowlander was sort of middling, some readers really loved Mishka and some found her behavior really off-putting in ways that are very interesting to analyze, even stopped reading because of her.)

Not saying every critical response is completely gender biased, or unfounded/unjustified, or a result of mental health stigma (which I didn't even get into in here but definitely comes up with some of my stories), and obviously responses will be messy because I intentionally try to write messy characters in messy scenarios. I try not to push ideas here and instead let my works speak for themselves and spend more time listening to reader understanding and response than proselytizing mine. Even when I disagree with the response in a specific comment, it's still interesting and enlightening to see other viewpoints and opinions. My own opinions are of course baised by my own life experiences and studies and I love having that broadened; in a way my stories are, for me, a big long discussion about ethics, identity, and society. LOVE IT.

Ok I'm sorry, I got carried away. It's just so interesting to me to get to see how people respond to my characters and events and how that changes over time and analyze how to impact or direct those feelings as a writer. I wish I could just give a readers guide of questions because I'd be so interested to read the think about the answers (not leading questions, genuinely curious questions like "What do you consider Sasha's many bad decisions?" and "What do you see as the differences in morality between Sasha having sex with Seojoon and JK having sex with the women in the hotel in Japan?")

OK I WILL STOP I AM SORRY