#cos he's abusive ! it'd fuck my head up

[transs3xualmagg0t]

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[moongothic]

You think Crocodile's gonna blow his stack when he finds out how shitty Luffy's upbringing was? His baby boy repeatedly got tossed into the jungle to fend for himself against wild animals, as well as off cliffs and left to float into the fucking air on balloons all courtesy of Garp. He got left alone for long periods of time possibly as early as infancy, also cuz of Garp. And oh yeah, he was tortured by pirates, almost burned to death in a giant garbage fire, and went through the trauma of losing a brother.

Like, no matter how stern or distant of a parent Crocodile may be, I don't think he would be content to stand by and let any of that happen to baby Luffy. Also also, Crocodile witnessed firsthand Garp impeding Luffy's attempts to rescue Ace. The Cross Guild wants Garp for his bounty. Crocodile wants Garp for REVENGE.

With Garp I feel like it could go either way because like, let's be real for a second

This is 100% played for laughs.

Like if we're being serious then yes, in the Very Real World this is absolutely child neglect and abuse, Garp's parenting would NEVER fly (🥁) in our Very Real World. But just like Nami can physically abuse Luffy and co for laughts and get away with it, Garp's "training" is very much the same tonally, a Cartoon Slapstick Gag (made even more obvious when Toei animated Baby Luffy flying off into the sky going "UGYAAAAA" (that clip lives in my head rent free it's so funny??)) and a reflection of how this ridiculous old man (who might've been through even more ridiculous training in his childhood) views how a small child can be trained.

And so like. I could imagine Crocodile being like "who the fuck does that to a small child, are you insane" at Garp if he found out how Garp had been raising Luffy, but I think whatever reaction Crocodile might have would be played just as much for laughs as Garp's original comments were

Like IDK if Crocodile and Garp did have a relationship I think it would end up being similar to how Zoro and Sanji interact. Like Crocodile would to some degree be indebted to Garp because Garp did look after his son when he couldn't, and Garp wouldn't have a precious grandson (whom Garp sincerely does love, deeply) without Crocodile, so like. I think there could be like this mutual respect and gratitude for the other. But also it'd be kind of a begrudging gratitude and they would also hate each others guts and what they stand for and probably bicker. Lots. But in a funny way. (Like Zoro and Sanji)

Also I feel like even if Crocodile personally hated Garp's guts I don't think Crocodile would ever try anything to harm Garp. Like he saw how Luffy absolutely shattered after losing Ace, so even if Luffy and Garp's relationship wasn't the strongest, if Luffy loves his grandpappy then I don't think Crocodile would want to take his son's only grandfather, his family, away. Crocodile isn't in any kind of position to "take revenge" on the man who did look after his son for him (even if his methods were questionable at times) (Same for Dadan and the bandits too arguably)

The convenient thing of me letting this ask sit in my ask box for 20 days before actually responding is that I managed to post this thing the other day, and I want to continue an observation from that post; While I do agree Crocodile would probably be horrified to find out about all shit Luffy went through as a child... In the end, what's happened has happened, and I think Crocodile might believe that if he had wanted to ensure his son wouldn't have to go through things like that, then he should've raised the child himself. That Luffy's childhood not being all sunshine and rainbows is kind of his fault.

[talia-rumlow]

He Saved Me (Abe Guevara One-Shot)

Another One-Shot for a Frank Grillo Character. I absolutely LOVE Point Blank, so of course I had to write a One-Shot about it. This one is somewhat different from what I usually write. Because of the emotions in this one. I decided to make it a Self Insert, instead of my usual Readers Insert. I hope that you´ll love it anyway.

PAIRING: Abe Guevara X I (Me, Talia)

WORDCOUNT: 3416

WARNINGS: Suicidal thoughts, Alcohol Abuse, Depression, Unprotected Sex, Speeding, Guns, Strong Language

DISCLAIMER: I own my Alter Ego Talia (provided by @kitsune-raven), but unfortunatly I do not own Abe´s character)

HAPPY READING!

Being suicidal. It's not only about wanting to take your own life. Sometimes it's about taking that last drink, hoping that you'll die of alcohol poisoning. Sometimes it's about not quit smoking, hoping that you'll get lunge cancer. Sometimes it's about not eating. Sometimes it's about not bothering to put your seatbelt on in your car, when you speed up on the freeway. Sometimes it's about just not give a damn. Sometimes it was about living inside of my head. Sometimes it was that suffocating feeling of depression, eating me up from the inside, piece by piece. And as for me, I wanted it to eat me up. Praying each night for God (if he exists) to not let me wake up the next day. That never happened. Every day I woke up, to my shit show of a life. Working that same boring job, that I hated, for minimal wage. Having to turn every single dime, to make sure it would get me to my next pay check.

Friends? I didn't even know what that was. Co-workers, yes. Online friends, yes. Friends, real living friends, no. The few I managed to get through the years either left me, or got their lives together. Or both. By now I've given up. Screw life. I might come off as hard, and that was kinda my intent. People scared me. From experience they hurt me, so to keep the few pieces left of my soul, safe. I kept them at arms length. If anyone got too close, I shut them off. And not always in a nice way.

Boys? Men? Yes. I had that. A lot of it. Didn't care. They got what they wanted, I got what I needed. Like a trade deal. It worked. It didn't exactly make me feel any better. But other than that, it worked. I was fucked up anyway, so what was another dick, other than just that, another dick?

Psychiatrist? No, no way in hell. To give my whole tragic little life story to a person who's JOB was to listen. Who got payed to listen. Payed to give advice. Advice that didn't work anyway. Because they had no idea, no fucking clue what was going on in my head, in my life. They didn't understand. How could they? How could anyone understand? Fuck, half of the time I didn't even understand why I did the things I did. Fucked up. I told you I was fucked up.

Usually my days were pretty OK, monotone, but OK. Usually I did everything on auto pilot. Most of the time I didn't even feel how tired I was. But some days. Some days, everything shattered around me. Like a bomb went off and blew out every single one of my windows. Like my walls was being tored down by a wrecking ball, and I had no idea how to stop it.

And that particular day. That day I Met Abe. That was one of those days. The worst I've had in months. One of those days, I just wanted to give up. And if it wasn't for my strange fucked up caring for other people. I'd put my car head on into a semi truck that day. But I didn't, instead I took it to a carwash. Don't ask me why I decided to wash my car the same day I planned on ending it all. We all do stupid shit. So don't ask, just listen to the story I'm about to tell you.

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It wasn't the first time that week I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine. I lost count of how many it'd been. Didn't matter anyway. Last night this semi blonde guy gave me what I needed in those 5-7 minutes. It was OK. Not the best I've had, but, not the worst either. This was kinda where I was at the moment. Kept on finding the ones that seemed to consistent be in the middle of the pack. Easy guys. Boring guys. Fuck it!

I hit the shower. I should probably just walk out of there, before he woke up, but I needed a shower. And he didn't care about me, any more than I cared about him. I locked the door to the bathroom. I really didn't want him in there. He was average. Not too big either. Just enough to satisfy that hole in me. Some people use food to fill the empty place inside. Me? Guess I used sex. At least that kept me somewhat skinny, combined with the fact that the money I had almost just covered rent. Pasta was basically my diet by now.

I don't exactly know, what happened in there in that shower that morning. But something broke inside of me. And I cried, and cried, and cried. My tears mixed with the water in the shower, washing them away before they even got the chance to roll down my cheeks. But I felt them. This is it Talia. I told myself. Today, this is it. This is no life. You can't go on like this. So just end it. Fuck everything. It'll never get better anyway, right? So there's no use.

I made sure that there was no evidence of my tears, before I left the bathroom. He was already awake. Of course he was. Sitting by his coffee table with a coffee cup. Looking at me.

- You want a cup?

- Nah..

I answered. Looking at the cup again.

- I'll just buy one from Starbucks or something.

I looked away from him as I picked up my purse, and made sure everything was still in there. Then I quickly moved towards the door.

- You want my phone number?

He asked. Pathetic..

- Why?

My voice might have sounded harder then I originally intended it too. But, fuck it. I was never gonna talk to this guy again anyway.

- We just slept together!

He looks at me. God! Like that will matter in a day of two. Like he'll ever even use my number.

- Again, why?

I didn't let him say anything else. I just left. Maybe I should have given him my ex's number or something. Why do I hate being mean? Everyone is always mean to me, so why does me being mean make me feel like crap? I kicked a trash as hard as I could, before I got into my car.

My original plan was to wrap my car around a tree or something. And I can't really tell you what happened. But for some fucked up reason, I decided to wash my car first. Maybe it was that little voice in my head telling me to give it one last shot. Or maybe it was me, wanting to put some make up on before I decided to meet the man upstairs. Either way, it was one of the best choices I've ever made. Coincidence? Maybe. Devine intervention? Could be. Either way. That choice, that little choice to drive my car through the local carwash, for my last dimes. That was the choice that saved me. Guess it wasn't my time that day. Guess my destiny was greater than that.

Inside the carwash, I put my music on, cranked the volume up to max. Shut the world out. It made me feel a little better. Music had a tendency to work that way. Made me smile. Although the smile didn't feel genuine. I had literally nothing to smile about. A forced smile, brought on by the music. Fuck it!

The music was probably why I didn't hear what was happening in the carwash, and me putting my make up on was probably why I didn't see anything.

I didn't notice anything before I drove out of the machine. I had to stop the car, see if it was clear for me to drive. Turned the music down. Then, there was a tap on my window. I tried to ignore it. Probably an addict looking for a fix. Another tap. Fuck this shit!

I fished up my wallet, as I opened the window. Didn't look at whoever was standing outside.

- Take it all! I don't need it.

I said, while putting my open hand with whatever was in my wallet out the window.

- Mam, I need your car!

Oh for fucks sake! I need this car. Being robbed was so just what I needed right now.

- I have pepper spray in my purse!

I say, slowly turning my head towards the voice. The guy leans onto my car, looking at me.

- I have a gun in my pants!

His eyes, brown, dark hair, strong features. Jesus!

- Why don't you use it?

I say, not breaking eye contact. Showing him that I'm not one to mess with right now. I don't fucking care if he blows my brains out. Truth be told, it will be amazing if he does.

Before I get to think anymore, or say anything else. He showes his gun in my face. And for some strange reason, it scares me. I can't explane why. I was determined to leave this world. So why was this so scary?

He gets in the back seat, pushes the gun agains my ribs.

- Drive!

Of course I could have denied. I could have done that. If I did he'd probably shoot me, take my car, and my pathetic excuse for a life would be over. But... Instead I started to drive. Again, don't ask me why. I don't have an answer as to why I did that...

He guides me to an abandon building. Tells me where to stop, and then instructs for me to exit the car. The whole time he has his gun pointed at me. It's not like I was scared. Not really. But it was kinda uncomfortable. And I HATE to be uncomfortable.

- Do you think I'm scared of that?

I say, looking at his gun. He looks down at it as well, before putting it back into his pants.

- I had to make sure you'd cooperate!

- You could've just asked!

I say, before turning around to get my purse out from my car. When I turn towards him again, the gun is back in his hand. Pointed at my forehead.

- Keep the fucking pepper spray in your purse!

I roll my eyes at him.

- Paranoid, much?

I ask, as he comes all the way up to me, pushing me against my car. Dragging his gun down my cheek, before placing it under my chin. Looking into my eyes.

- That smart mouth of yours will get you into trouble, you know!

His eyes locked on mine. He sounds hard, but at the same time, there is a softness there.

- Oh, please. If you wanted to kill me you'd done so already!

He takes one step away from me. Looks at me. Assessing me.

- I need help!

He says. Before he once again puts his gun back in his pants.

- Yeah.. You and me both..

I mutter under my breath. I couldn't help it, the words just fell out of me, and I prayed to higher power that he didn't hear me.

- What kinda trouble are you in?

He asks, as he drags his shirt over his head. Turns around and picks up a bag from the floor.

I can't take my eyes away from his bare upper body. I've seen a lot of them. Bare upper bodies that is. Usually they were pretty common. Some had muscles, some had six packs. Some were skinny. Usually nothing much to rest your eyes on. But this guy. Seriously fit. Like nothing I've ever seen before. I don't even realise that he looks back at me.

- What? Never seen a guy undress before?

I can't find the right words, so instead I just shake my head.

- Well, you're in for a treat!

He says teasingly, before removing his pants as well.

His thighs is just as fit as the rest of him. Probably just muscle. Fuck!

- Change!

He says, and throws some clothes over to me. Looks like a cop uniform. I lift it up. Look at it. It has everything. Even a badge, and it looks real.

- You want me to wear this?

He comes over to me again.

- Well, I need help. You seem like a good enough person to help me.

- Don't count on it..

I say, mixed with a laugh.

- What's that supposed to mean? You're going to wear a uniform. It's not so hard.

I send him a little smile. One of those fake ones, I know all to well.

- I keep fucking everything up. You'd be safer with someone else.

He looks down on my body. And suddenly I'm very aware that he's only wearing his boxers. Why am I intimidated by this guy? It's not like I wasn't familiar with naked guys. It's actually one of the very few things I know. I've never experienced a naked guy that looks like this though, or one with a gun.

- So...

He says, unzipping my jacket.

- You like to fuck shit up?

He continues, while removing my jacket. Carefully sliding it off my shoulders.

- You might just come in very handy for me then...

His hands carefully starts to unbutton my blouse. I swallow, looking down on his hands, then up at his face. Totally focused on the buttons on my blouse. I should probably have stopped him. But I didn't. This you can ask me why. Sex was something I knew. Something I wasn't afraid of. So I just let him. Keeping my arms by my side. Just looking at him, unbuttoning my blouse, before carefully pushing that as well down from my shoulders.

- You can touch me, you know...

He says, looking into my eyes again. Taking my hands, and placing them on his chest. I look down on my hands on his chest. Noticing the bulge growing in his boxers. What the fuck am I doing? This wasn't what I planned should happen today.

- What do you say about me fucking you up a bit before you start to fuck things up?

He continues, as his hands reach the lining of my jeans, unbuttoning it, before sitting down, and removing them. Once again I let him. Carefully removing my legs from my pants. One at a time. Why not get some dick before I leave this world?

- Sit down on the hood!

He commands, as he gets back up.

- What?

- The hood!

He says again, as he grabs my hair, drags me to the front of the car, and pushes me face first down on the hood. And I can't deny that I enjoy this rough treatment. And again, sex is something I know.

He carries on to dry fuck me a couple of times. I'm about to give up the whole thing, when he leans over me, grabs my hair once again, moves my face to the side, and let his tongue glide over my face.

- Tell me to stop, and I will..

He says. Still dangerously close to my face.

- Why would I tell you to stop?

He grits his teeth to me, before moving his mouth down to my ear, growling like a lion into it.

I try to turn around, but he holds me in place. Strong grip, but not so strong that it hurts.

His lips on my ear, sends shivers down my spine. Usually sex was just OK. Nothing much to scream about. But this. I was dripping already, and he hadn't even touched me down there yet.

- Mmmmm..

I couldn't hold back my moans, even if I wanted to.

Without a word he pulls my underwear aside, and enters me. I was so focused on his breath in my ear, that I didn't even notice that he took his underwear off.

- Aaaa.. Fuck!

He grunts, as he slowly and carefully pushes himself deeper and deeper inside me. Shit! This is something totally new to me. Usually the men I'm with focus soley on their own pleasure. Never once stopped to think about what I wanted, what I needed or what I liked.

- Fuck, this feels good!

I can hear myself say. I have no idea how I even managed to get the words out.

- I know! So soft!

He answers, resting his body on top of me. Before he starts to move. My moans echoing in the abandoned building. Fuck! How good this feels. I haven't had this kind of experience in forever. Not since...

- I fucking love how you feel around my cock!

He grunts, as his hand once again finds my hair, and grabs a hold of it. As he leans into me.

- Fuck me!

I answer, with the few breath I manage to use for words, and not moaning.

- So good and tight around me. FUCK!

He says again, before thrusting upwards, filling me to my very core. Hitting every single spot on his way there. My legs are about to give in under me, as he keeps up his pace, and his hard, deep thrusts inside me.

I can feel it building up, even before it hits my lower stomach. I bet that even my toes were shaking.

- Yes! FUCK ME!

I scream out, with the breath I have left. Before the orgasm takes over my body completely. He literally have to grab a hold of me, to keep me from plummeting to the floor.

Not long after, I can feel him finishing too. Pumping his warm, sticky fluids inside me, before he eventually pulls himself out. Turns me around. And place a kiss on my lips.

- I'm Abe. By the way!

I need a second to catch my breath, before I manage to answer. Fucking hell that was amazing. Almost like a drug. Already now, I want more.

- Talia!

I answer, before taking yet another deep breath.

- OK, Talia!

He says, extending his hand. I take it.

- Let me tell you what I need you to do!

Then he tells me everything, as we both get into our Cop clothes. I kinda feel like I'm about to celebrate Halloween. But with what he's telling me, I get that this is nothing like Halloween.

He needs help to stop a prison transport. Break his brother out of prison. And we need to be dressed as cops, to intercept the car, and make them believe that we are the ones to transport him the rest of the way. Sounds easy enough. Although I have no idea how a cop behaves. But I kinda hope that he does.

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The interception went well enough. Of course with illegal stuff there's always a thing or two that goes wrong. Thankfully Abe had experience with this kind of things, and had a backup plan for every single little setback. Spun my unorganised head around. But in a strange way, being with him, although he was worlds apart from my life, made me feel safe. Like I finally found a home. I didn't even know what a home, a psychological home felt like. Abe just effortlessly made me feel calm.

We didn't share that many words. So don't ask me how or why I felt that way. Maybe it was the intenseness of how we met? Maybe it was the fact that he, and his gun, saved my life that day. Or maybe I really fell in love with him. But how could I? I didn't even know him. A brief meeting, and well the physical... thing... Fuck it. I didn't even know what love was. Damaged goods as I was. Besides, I didn't fall in love. At least not for real.

He kept in touch though. No matter where he was in the world. He told me what he was doing. Small stuff. Like friends. I wanted to be there with him. Still wanted my life to change. But those suffocating feelings dissipated more and more after he entered my life. That wish to disappear from the world, that wish just vanished. I danced to music again. And the need to fill that emptiness inside, wasn't there anymore, simply because the emptiness was gone.

Just as fast as they came. They disappeared. And even though I feel this, every day I feel it. I still can't believe that ONE SINGLE person, that you don't even know. Can have that kind of enormous impact in your life.

But he did. He saved mine!

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[isaiahking]

"You didn't deserve to go through whatever hell they put you through at the time." Isaiah wished someone would've saved his husband from the abuse he went through. "I'll remind you of that every day for the rest of my life if I need too." Isaiah's heart ached for the younger version of Leo who had been abused in the worst way possible. His father deserved to rot in hell for the rest of his life for what he'd done to him.

"Violet's kind of seeing one of my co-workers, you remember Reign, right?" Reign was not Isaiah's main work partner but he worked in the same station and the two would cross paths every day or so in meetings. He was a great guy and nice to talk too. "Violet's smitten with him. I don't think I have seen her that happy in a long time." Isaiah couldn't help but to smile as his husband complimented his best friends kid. "Yeah, Ayd's awesome, huh? He was telling me how lucky some kid would be with us."

Isaiah didn't know how many kids they would end up having with surrogacy and with one they would count themselves lucky with whoever's sperm seemed to kick in and create human life with. Isaiah, similarly, didn't mind who's DNA was used to create the life. His husband was the most perfect person in the world to him. Creating a family with him, no matter what - was the goal for him. "Yeah, I'm down to go and book in for an appointment whenever you are. I'm excited to get the ball rolling."

Isaiah knew that his husband didn't mean to start his nervous ticks. They happened without him thinking about them. A trigger response some would call it. He would over-think and go into that head space. He saw one single tear cascading down Leo's cheek and wiped at it. "Hey, don't get upset about it. I know it's your automatic reaction at the moment ." Isaiah was there to stop him from hurting himself any more than that. It was his duty to protect him nowadays. "We need to figure out a way for your brain not to go straight to that." It might take days, weeks or even months.

Isaiah looked down at his husband underneath him as he asked him if he could take his shirt off him - which surprised him if he was honest. It'd been a while since Leo had asked for something so boldly to him. He sat back against the other's muscular thighs as his hands skimmed underneath the front of Leo's shirt to peel his shirt from the waistband of his jogging bottoms. He would take the chance second by second.

He concentrated on his husband's face as he started to remove his shirt before his eyes drifted down to Leo's bare chest which still looked as amazing as it always had done. His husband was strong, muscular, athletic and had the kind of build that made him swoon every time he checked him out. That fucking hero. “You’re perfect - every part of you.”

Isaiah reached down to take Leo's hand and pressed it on top of his own heart so that his husband could feel his heart beating rapidly inside his chest at the sight of him. His free hand, however, slowly skimmed down the front of his husbands bare chest. It'd been a couple of months since he'd last had the chance to slightly love on him. "Just one look at you and you see what you do to me?"

Leo was trying so hard to put everything behind him. To try and forget the past and just live in the now. He still had nightmares regularly but he had noticed how his childhood home wasn't in them anymore. It felt as if him going there and getting to get his stuff had put his mind to rest about that house. He still saw his dad in his nightmares but it was a step in the right direction he felt like. He lived in a house with his husband now, a place that to him felt like the safest place on earth. Leo knew nothing would happen to him here, no one could hurt him in here. He did have bad days where he didn't feel safe, but deep down he knew he was and often Isaiah reminding him, was all he needed. " I know I didn't but its easier said than done I mean.... its just drilled in me" he told his man.

Leo did struggle a lot with himself, with his self-esteem, he always felt as he did everything wrong because that's what his parents had told him all the time growing up. It had built up habits that some people would consider OCD like. Leo loved order, that way he didn't lose or misplace anything. Leo loved everything clean and neatly put away. It made everything so much easier and he felt in control of something. It was pretty much the only thing he got praise for from his parents in his childhood. It wasn't a bad thing, it made keeping a clean home easy, but sometimes it could become too much, but it released anxiety and Leo had had quite a bit of that lately. Isaiah gave him peace and so so much love. It was all Leo ever needed Isaiahs love healed him, it made him feel whole. Sometimes the healing just took longer than they both wished

" waiiiit. Violet is dating someone? who ? come on Zaya why are you not keeping me in on this, I need updates, whats going on?" Leo wondered. He was so excited for their friend. Leo only wanted all the best for her, he wanted her happy, and if she was lucky enough to find a man half as good as Leos Zaya, she would be really lucky. " yeah Aiden is amazing, I really hope we have a kid as good as him. But I mean we do have a good head start cuz you helped her raise him and I got you on my team so I'm lucky. Aww he told you that really? that's the cutest, he's so sweet." Leo said melting.

" no, i wont be back any time soon" leo said with a sigh. "The doctors idea of a short break is freaking at least 2 more months. Its going by so slow. He didn't even want me at a desk job now but I mean I can not lay in bed anymore. ill be dead before I get to get back to normal work" Leo sighed, Usually he was able to be patient, but not with this. The staying home really wasn't helping his mental state, especially when Isaiah was working. Leo hated waking up alone and being home alone all day it drove him insane.

" yeah i think i want a surrogate, i want a baby and raise it from day one, I want our baby. I don't really care if its my or your... you know. But I would prefer a child with half our DNA. That would be really cool. And I also think that's like the easier way, everyone who adopts wants a newborn so I think adopting a newborn would take a long time. " Leo agreed " I don't care how much it costs, being able to grow a family with you is worth all the money in the world" Leo said with a smile and kissed Isaiah softly. " I highly doubt we will get multiples from one time tho babe, I think we should be really happy if we get one, I have heard it can be tricky" Leo said and bit his lip " but can we start today, like get an appointment to figure it all out?"

Leo couldnt help but giggle as Isaiah opened and closed his mouth at his words " awww that's sooo cute babe, and you know what? i think I would be willing to do it too. A family with you is worth the world to me. Imagine how easy so many people have it, with getting pregnant and all" he said thinking about it. Leo had wanted a family with Isaiah from day one. Back then it had just been a dream in the far future, but now felt like it was fine, it was time to try and make their dream come true.

Leo felt Isaiah start to uncurl his fist. Leo was frozen, he couldn't open his fist, his muscles were stiff. but Isaiahs soft touch did the trick. Leo was forever thankful for his husband. A gem like him was rare to find. That man knew Leo better than he knew himself. Isaiah knew him so well that he could stop Leo from doing things to himself that he didn't even realize he was doing. Like the fists now. But Isaiah had stopped him before the nails had broken the skin, it only had in 2 places and that was good. " I didn't mean to I promise, it just happened" he admitted, a single tear falling.

Leo listened to his husband, he took a moment to get out of the headspace then he nodded softly. " can you take my shirt off?" Leo asked, he hadn't wanted to be shirtless in front of Isaiah since before everything happened. Leo really was trying and right now felt right. Isaiah stopping him from hurting himself, even tho he didn't mean to do it to himself, showed Leo nothing but the extreme amount of love and care he had for Leo. it made Leo feel safe and loved and it made him want to be loved even more.

[living-in-the-darkness]

Date Started: 06/15/20

Date Finished: 6/17/20

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Sebastian

A/N: this is my first writing of smut. It may not be too good but I've not seen many Henry Cavill and Sebastian Stan x Reader smuts. Also if I stole your gif please inform me.

Word Count: 3740

Summary: You are best friends with Henry and Sebastian. You are a famous actor that is acting in a movie with both where there is a threesome sex scene. After the premiere, Henry and Sebastian decide they want the real thing.

"You, Avyanna, are a beautiful woman. Don't you think so, Rand?" Henry says as his character, Logan. His voice was deep and sultry, his pupils blown wide, only a bit of blue showing.

"Very much so,” Sebastian says as his own character, Rand. His voice a bit less deep than Henry's but still in a lower octave. His bluish grey eyes showed the same desire as Henry's, full of want.

Sebastian and Henry have been your friends for a very long time, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want this moment to be real. Though, as much as you wanted it, you valued their friendship too much and refused to ruin it based solely on wanting their cocks buried inside your holes. Every chance, every joking suggestion, anything they’ve ever said that alluded to them wanting you just as mush as you wanted them- you remembered it. Their words and actions flow through your train of thought making you forget what you’re doing.

When you came back to yourself in the scene, Henry was kissing your chest while Sebastian was working on getting your dress off. You were letting out little whines, wanting them to do more to you. Once your dress was off, Henry started to kiss more of your breast, biting down gently on the soft flesh.

Sebastian managed to tear your bra off. He didn’t know if that was his own strength or if it was because his character was supposed to be strong and full of desire, but regardless, he managed to do it. With the bra out of the way Henry moved his head to start sucking on your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud, making you moan loudly.

You stood in between them, silently begging for them to touch you. There was no answer to your pleas. Instead, they continued to stand there, talking about how beautiful you looked in your maroon gala dress.

After Henry deemed your nipples abused enough by his mouth he picked you up and carried you to the couch. He laid you down and moved to get his shirt off. Sebastian already stood their naked, although the crew had him put something over his cock to make it invisible to the audience. Henry had the same thing because well, Hollywood.

Sebastian looked at you both as he walked over and kissed you roughly. Henry continued to undress as he watched the two of you, immensely enjoying the view.

Once Henry's clothes were fully off he tapped Sebastian's shoulder to tell him to move. Sebastian kisses down your chest and to your ankle missing your mound. He kisses up to your thigh and runs his fingers through your folds before moving his head between your thighs and flicking your clit with his tongue.

Henry kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as one of your hands went to Henry's hair and the other went to Sebastian's and tugs on it wanting him to continue. You let go of his hair when he tapped your thigh.

You got up from the couch for Henry to sit down. You make it look like your taking his cock in your ass and Sebastian makes it look like he's putting his cock in your pussy. They both make it look like they're waiting for you to be used to them. After a good few minutes they start to thrust as Sebastian thrusts in, Henry pulls out and vise versa. It goes like this for a long while before you scream out in pleasure and cum hard. And it wasn't no Hollywood fake moaning shit, no you actually came. Henry and Sebastian held back their shocked expressions and faked their orgasms.

After the director called cut you ran off to your dressing room, quickly. You sat in your dressing room, bawling your eyes out thinking you had just ruined your friendship. All sorts of horrible thoughts went through your head.

Henry and Sebastian, however, sat there shocked that you had just came on camera. They look at each other before getting up and grabbing their clothes putting them on. "That was fucking hot." They mumbled to themselves as they walked away and went to their rooms.

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As you guys continued to film the movie, you avoided them like they were the plague. Every time they were near you off set, you moved to go stand next to another co-star. It was clear in their eyes that they were hurt but they couldn't say anything; of course, they couldn't, they were scared you would tell them you didn't want to be friends anymore.

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Finally, on the last day of filming, you talked to them.

"Henry, Sebastian." You addressed them

Henry looked at you, surprised that you were finally talking to him. "Y/n..." He trailed off wanting to ask what happened but he couldn't. He was scared it'd make you run off.

"What happened?" Sebastian asked bluntly, a bit annoyed that it took you so long and fusterated because he didn't know why. "Why'd you stop talking to us and started to avoid us like the plague?"

"You two should know damn well why." You said in a cocky tone.

"Because you fucking came on screen? Because you came while we were fucking you in a scene? So fucking what? That doesn't mean it changes anything." Sebastian kept his voice at a normal volume for him. He didn't want to make you run off if he yelled or raised his voice.

"Yes! Because I shouldn't have! I should've faked it like you two did." You mumbled the last part

"Hm, I've gotten used to sex scenes." Henry says and shrugs. It was true but he was also trying to make you feel better.

"Same here. I've gotten used to doing them. Plus when your just ramming your cock against some you kinda get turned off. I mean, it's just ramming your cock against someone." Sebastian says with a shrug

"Well... I.. I've never acted in one like that..." You say softly

"Niether have we but, like we said, we've gotten used to sex scenes." Henry says and looks at you.

Henry moves to wrap his arms around you. Sebastian does the same and kisses your forehead in a friendly way.

"there was no reason to avoid us for cumming on camera. Especially with us." Sebastian says and holds you close wrapping an arm around Henry.

"We should get going, the sets gonna close down then we gotta go to our houses and get ready for premieres." Henry speaks up after a good five minutes of cuddling up to each other. Henry is the first to let go then Sebastian then you.

After looking at each other for a good minute, you all went your seperate ways.

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After about two months, the premiere finally happened. You wore a beautiful purple dress that showed off your breasts and your legs with gold heals. Your stylist picked the color because it went perfect with Henry and Sebastian's dark grey suits. You liked the dress but the long slit was starting to get a bit annoying as sometimes it would move in the wrong way and showed off your black lacy panties.

You took pictures with the two men and a lot of interviewers were asking about the sex scene and how good it would be. Henry and Sebastian did their best to not answer the questions but if they had to, they kept it extremely vague. The answer they gave the most was "you'll have to watch the movie." You mainly ignored the questions and moved on to the next interviewer if the previous one pressed.

 After all the interviews were done, you guys decided to do a bit of photos with fans and signed some things for fans. After finishing with that, you guys rushed to the movie theater and went to the seats.

 All up until the sex scene you three enjoyed the movie immensely and complimented each other on how good the acting was. Then came the sex scene, you three were silent and just watched it. You couldn’t see it since it was so dark but your best friends’ pants were tented. Henry was shifting in his seat trying to get it to go down but as the sex scene went on, it just got worse. Sebastian was having the same problem, but he didn’t bother with it trying to just let it go down on its own. It wasn’t until it came to the moment when you came hard and with a scream that they both just say, “fuck it” and put their hands on your thighs. You looked at them quickly with desire and shock. You decided not to say anything until their hands went higher. You grabbed their hands and looked at them, “What are you doing?” you ask a bit louder than you meant to which made people “shh” you.

 “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Henry whispers in your ear and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“For us to touch you. For us to fuck you like the movie.” Sebastian whispers and kisses your neck making a hickey on it.

 You blushed red like a tomato and looked at them. “Yes but… I didn’t think you guys wanted that…”

 “Oh, I’ve always wanted you but seeing you cum like that, for us, I finally see that I really do.” Henry says and kisses your neck making a few marks on it before turning to watch the rest of the movie fingering you.

Sebastian ignored the movie and sucked on your neck rubbing your clit and using his other hand to massage your breast in his hand.

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 You all arrived in a limousine so you didn’t have to worry about who would get to your house first. Once you were all sat in the limo and it was driving off, Henry was fingering you with those thick fingers and Sebastian was rubbing your clit while you palmed them through their pants and went back and forth between kissing them deeply and kissing their necks leaving your own marks. All the way to your home, they didn’t take their hands off of you.

 Henry started to suck on your nipples just like the movie, he nibbled on the soft flesh of your breast, and he continued to finger you. Sebastian made hickeys on your neck as he continued to rub your clit letting Henry have most of you for now. You knew by the end of the night you would be filled with hickeys and you didn’t mind one bit.

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  Once you guys arrived at your house, you all rushed out of the limo thanking the driver before rushing to the door. You unlocked the door and near body checked it open as it wouldn’t budge at first. Henry was the first to walk in, then Sebastian, then you. The second the door was shut, Henry had you pinned to it and kissing you roughly as you locked the door. Sebastian was getting his jacket and shirt off not daring to waste anymore time. Henry pulled away when you both desperately needed air and Sebastian got to his knees in front of you kissing the soft flesh of your thighs. He pulls you up so your legs are on his shoulders as he licks a stripe from your pussy to your clit and sucks on your clit. He moves to lick your hole and slides his tongue in devouring you like a man who hasn’t eaten in days.

 Henry got his suit off down to his boxers before he walks over to you both and starts to massage your breasts in his hands. He starts to suck on the sweet skin of your breast and makes some hickeys on them.

Soon you cried out their names, arched your back, and came for the first time that night and it sure wouldn’t be the last.

 They both moved away from your body and stood up. Sebastian moving your legs from his shoulders to around his waist and carrying you up to your room. He placed you down on the bed and smirked at you, admiring the view. Henry admired the view from afar as he shut the door. He knew no one was going to come into your house but he felt more comfortable that way and you wouldn’t dare comment on it.

 Once they were both on the bed, their hands were all over you.

Sebastian ran his hands over the outside of your thighs as he kisses your neck while Henry kissed you roughly and massaged your sides gently wanting to give your breasts a quick break. Sebastian moved his hands from the outside of your thighs to the inside and slowly moved them higher pushing two fingers into you slowly making sure you could take it. He made sure to open you wide enough that you could take either of their cocks. Henry had you flip over, and he started to run his hands over your ass. He smacked it a few times and another few times after you let out delicious moans.

Henry moved to look you in the eyes “how do you feel about anal?” He asks bluntly not wanting to beat around the bush.

“I’ve never done it but it’s something I’m open to.” You admit and look him in the eyes to let him know you are serious.

Henry nods and gives you two of his fingers to suck on before moving the newly wet fingers to your hole and starts to push one finger in. He slowly moves it making sure to watch your face for any signs of wanting to stop or long bouts of pain. Once he deems you’ve gotten used to it he pushed his next finger in and slowly moves them, again watching your face. He kissed you roughly and started to move his fingers a bit faster swallowing your moans. Once he deems you open enough to take either of their cocks, he pulls them out.

Henry and Sebastian look at each other for a moment before moving to claim their holes. Sebastian claimed your pussy and Henry claimed your ass. They knew they’d have you go again if you were up for it and would switch holes then.

You moved from your spot on the bed and let Henry lay down. You moved and slowly took his cock into your ass. Sebastian moves and slowly enters your pussy. They both wait for you to be ready before they start to thrust. As Sebastian moves out, Henry moves in and vise versa. They alternate between kissing you, devouring your sweet screams and moans, and kissing your neck marking you more. You had a feeling they wouldn’t stop until you were fully covered in them and you were right because once they ran out of room on your neck, they moved to your shoulders. You knew you were getting close after a while as you started to clench around their cocks screaming out their names and arching your back into Sebastian. You held onto Henry’s hand and Sebastian’s shoulder as they whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You cried out their names and came hard, your thighs twitching with the aftershocks. After a bit came Henry then came Sebastian who whispered something about breeding you.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum and watch you grow with my babies.” He growls right before he came with a loud groan of pleasure.

Henry and Sebastian continued to thrust a little bit more after that to help you ride it out. Once you were settled they switched holes and Henry started fucking you so hard and fast, Sebastian actually had to tell him to slow down and give him a chance. Once they got back into their old rhythm they both picked up the pace allowing you no time to get used to them. Henry was a bit bigger than Sebastian, but it just added a little more pleasure as he filled you up so full it was actually visible in your lower abdomen. You cried and screamed out their names as they allowed you no mercy as they thrusted in and out of your precious holes.

Soon enough you came again and actually blacked out, they got worried for a second before realizing what it was and calmed down, finishing inside your holes. Sebastian pulled out first and looked around your room for anything that was like a plug. Once he found an actual plug he walked back over. Henry pulled out and Sebastian pushed the plug in gently. He smirked knowing you could possibly get pregnant with one, if not both, of their children.

Once they were done admiring your body, Henry went to the bathroom and grabbed rag wetting it before bringing it over and cleaning you up. He found your underwear draw and put some panties on you. He went downstairs after to grab his and Sebastian’s suits as well as some water and snacks for when you wake up.

Sebastian held you close and kissed your forehead whispering sweet words to you. Once Henry was back, Sebastian grabbed his shirt and put it on you then Henry grabbed his blazer and put it on you. Henry put the water and snacks on the side table before looking at you fully and pulling the blanket over you.

“I’m staying, are you?” Sebastian whispers to Henry and looks at him.

Henry looks at Sebastian like Sebastian has just asked the stupidest question in the world, which he did. “Of course, if she wants us gone in the morning then we’ll leave but until then I’m staying,” Henry answered.

Sebastian and Henry nod to each other as they lay on either side of you and wrap an arm around you. They cuddle up to you and each other and talk for a good half hour before finally starting to drift off to sleep. As they were entering the last moment between slumber and awake, they hear you whisper “I love you..” and then all of you go to sleep.

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When you wake up in the morning, Henry was downstairs making breakfast while Sebastian was still sleeping next to you. Henry finished the breakfast a good half hour later and after you took a bath. He walks up the stairs, tray in hand bringing you breakfast in bed. You sat there looking up at him as you were dressed in his shirt as well as a matching set of underwear, you weren’t really cold but you didn’t want to leave Sebastian out so you put on his blazer. You smiled seeing the tray and sat up more for it. Henry placed it on your lap before going downstairs and grabbing two more plates. At this point Sebastian was already awake and had been taking tiny bites of your food. Sebastian takes his plate when Henry hands it to him and you all start eating together.

After you all finish, they look at you and smile. Henry was the first to speak up.

“Good morning beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome. Good morning, hottie.” You said to Henry and Sebastian respectfully.

Sebastian smiled at you and Henry, close-mouthed, in response having a mouth full of food.

Henry looks at Sebastian with a smirk “Shall I tell her what we discussed yesterday?” Sebastian just gives him a nod in response, and you have a look of confusion and worry.

Henry chuckles, “Don’t worry, it’s not bad. In fact, I think you might even like what we discussed.”

You look at him, same look of confusion but much less worried. “Okay… well, what’d you discuss?”

“We want to do that again some time.” Sebastian pipes up, finally, taking a break from his food to talk.

You were taking a sip of apple juice as you heard Sebastian say that and spit it out all over Henry’s chest making the two men laugh. Their laughs always made you smile so instead of focusing on being embarrassed you focused on that.

“Well, that’s not what I was expecting.” Henry says, honestly, through laughs.

“S-Sorry, just shocked. Was expecting you to say that you didn’t like it.” You looked down at your food which you stopped eating when Henry asked if Sebastian wanted him to share what they discussed.

Both men’s faces went dead serious, they looked at you with confusion and surprise.

“Not like it? Baby, we fucking loved it.” Henry says and Sebastian nods. One of each of their hands went to your face cupping it. “You are the most beautiful, amazing, and crazy women we have ever met,”

“And we fucking love it.” Sebastian finishes Henry’s sentence to which Henry just nods.

“Did you mean what you said when you were falling back to sleep?” Henry asks looking you in the eyes.

You tilted your head; you clearly didn’t remember what you said. “Don’t remember so I can’t say.”

“You said ‘I love you’” Sebastian reminded and looked you in the eyes

“Yes, I did.” You nod and look back down at your food “But-“

“I love you too.” Henry and Sebastian say at the same time.

“I’m sorry it took so long to realize it but I do, I truly do. You make me feel like no other woman can. I feel loved, adored, and honestly, I love that you’re able to come to movie sets and auditions and stuff when you’re not working on your own.” Sebastian says with a big smile

“And I love that you’re able to watch me at the races and challenges. And come along for rides. Kal loves you too.” Henry admits with his own big smile.

“So the only question that stands is, who do you choose?” Sebastian asks thinking you only want one. The question makes you roar with laughter and they both look at you confused.

“Choose? Oh no, honey, I pick both.” You say with a straight face before you start to laugh again.

Henry and Sebastian look at each other, shrug, then give you one word to end all your wishful pining that you used to do. “Okay.”

[life-is-a-grave]

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[tumblingxelian]

I am glad I managed to convey just how unsettling the relationship feels. Plus even without the "that kind" of stuff, its still like, deeply damaging and unhealthy to say the least. Sort of a being spanked with a belt is worse than being spanked but both are still abuse thing.

Yeah I can totally see this being the point where any issues he had with his dad, (IE forever treating him as a product and trying to keep him dependent, emphasizing he's a child who needs Bob to speak for him ETC) Spill over into "Oh OK he's actually just a terrible fucking person and so are the other." Now, given Bob also has Jagged I can see him having the money, but the insight that XY is the only other person to use holograms is pretty interesting, so I'm kind of neutral but interested!

Also yeah I can definitely see that being part of what motivates Bob. He wants money but he also wants control. Its rather like how I tend to think Audrey is as cruel as she is because she doesn't want her kids becoming more than her. Some new talent like Marinette is great, she discovered them, can take credit for them, can create a beneficial contract and power dynamic for herself. If Chloe becomes a world famous figure skater though? What did Audrey provide, what does Audrey hold over her, what does Audrey feel when she isn't superior? She can dismiss the talent as worthless but if Chloe doesn't listen and become successful anyway... Well what does that say about Audrey? & its not like she wants to go through the effort of parenting so she could take credit, business relationship are so much easier. All the benefit, none of the labor.

Mhm, I think that works well. Especially cos the Audrey angle would have been a bit... Normalized to him. Yeah whenever they meet up she's shifted from using Chloe as a measuring stick against XY to a damage sponge and rhetorical device. Which is obviously cruel, but she's always been mean and is so to everyone. Its unpleasant but like Bob its normal. The Andre thing is a new facet he's not seen before and it makes his fucking skin crawl. Musing on that and then his dads lack of reaction and his own frustration it all spills over.

Aside, low key wondering if he reaches out to Jagged a little.

Mostly cos Jagged is under Bob to but doesn't seem to like him and would thus is perhaps one of the only adults XY can even potentially reach out to for advice. Granted early Jagged was also frankly kind of an asshole a lot of the time before shifting into "Super nice rich guy" mode, but still. I can see him being potentially helpful and one of the few semi external resources XY can actually communicate with, without it getting back to his dad.

XY: So, willing to hear me out?

Jagged: I'm an old school rocker pop star baby, so that means if you're lying to me and this is some scheme from Bob to fuck me over? Well, I am hitting you both over the head with my third and second favorite guitars.

XY: Sure, whatever, you can hit dad with both if you like, it'd make my life easier.

Jagged: Hahaha!

But yeah, tied to that thing from before within the framework of just Chloé & XY are cousins AU, I sort of mentally have it like.

They obviously meet several times when they are fairly young, Chloe especially given the let's say 5/year age gap? Its about what Xavier expected, his dad boasting, his aunt preening, both lobbing snark and snipe back at one another.

He's not really present, having been cosigned to the background with Chloe. who can talk, finally, but doesn't have a lot to say given she's five & wants to be her mom.

So it is mostly her trying to match what she can see of her mothers dynamic with Bob but its hard, cos Xavier's not playing into it, he's not playing his role!

Expressing this actually garners some interest, some insight, a bit of self reflection. & Xavier sort of waves off the idea of replicating the pair because "They're siblings, we're cousins, totally different."

Chloe is shocked and a little lost, "I don't know how to be a cousin." She clamps her hands over her mouth a second looking panicked but Xavier takes it as "This is a five year old" thing over anything else.

With nothing better to do they slink off to go watch movies, before sporadically being paraded around by their parents. While heckled by the other sibling, then taken aside and verbally torn to shreds by said parent.

Both trying not to cry they give a performative hug they both really need and depart.

This trend largely continues over the years, though Audrey shows up less, or always has something or someone other than Chloe to talk about.

She's still there, but she's a sponge for insults and derision, of herself & Andre's parenting; of how Audrey found other, more exceptional talents that she wont waste her time stuck in one industry with a couple of cash cows. She's not reliant on family and an aging rock start like old Bob is after all.

Meanwhile Bob's not exactly better, he's got a more jocular veneer, his child, his product is selling so well after all and its only his soft launch. Its clear where all the talent in the family went. Xavier just needs to stand there, he's not meant to think or have opinions after all, those are for his dad.

Whether he & Chloe can slink off for a movie, or anything oscillates kind of wildly, as do any text conversations or emails.

Usually post visits are a terrible time as Chloe's self destructive and lashing out, while Xavier's just zoning out.

But they are family and cousins are expected to talk, so they always come back to speaking. & Xavier is a little protective, even as Chloe starts acting well beyond her age and has sharp words for everyone. She is still his cousin and frankly still the nicest family member he knows and she still plays the role of kid cousin well. Chloe understands roles.

Then he's, let's say 16.

He's been left in the hotel on his own for awhile during a tour. His father has to handle something so "Uncle Andre" is nominally in charge. Still, XY is expected to stay in his room and not say anything childish or stupid (Incriminating) as he knows he needs his father to do the talking for him.

But naturally Chloe comes by and there's movies and silted conversation. That oscillated wildly between supremely superficial and flashes of genuine gut wrenching exhaustion slipping through both their well worn facades.

Turns out they got distracted and Chloe is late for a schedule meal with Andre and flips her shit. She is not "presentable" and races off, while XY decides to do the responsible cousin thing and say he had kept her busy and so swings by the private dining rooms. Maybe he'll order dinner while there too, who knows.

Andre however, rambles, he always rambles, the man loves talking and preening and now Chloe's here. Her hair is... off, her clothes are more like her mothers than merely stylish and mature. Her Audrey impression, usually seen by Xavier at a distance before cousin mode locks in is out in full force but its also... off.

Because she's apologizing, and simpering and giving Andre praise, loafing around on him while Audrey can usually barely stomach anyone's touch unless its worshipful and subtle. Andre's please preening is leagues beyond before, his face tinged red and its like they don't notice he's here? He was heading out the door but still...

Still, something about this feels, off to him. Not just off, creepy. Unseemly even? He hasn't used a word that large in a while. But it feels fitting.

The thing is, even after he leaves, he can't stop noticing it now. Can't stop quite thinking about Chloe interlocking her arm with her fathers like he's her escort. Or sits besides him when spectating from a private booth. Or, or, its a million little things in these moments that shouldn't be odd, but something about where the hands rest, how the bodies lean, the tones used.

They make him deeply uncomfortable and once that sensation has settled in him, he can't eject it. Naturally, XY asks his father.

The answer he gets is... Less than comforting.

A dismissive shrug, a reminder not to tattle on his contemporaries without running it by him first. A faintly considering glance at Chloe with a sly aside about some fellow high flying players who would like what Andre has with her & that's it.

Or so his father says, but Xavier is starting to think maybe its not just the mothers who are absent or cruel in this family. Maybe the fathers are all too present and all too comfortable with their control an the liberties it could allow them.

XY knows he's a doll to sell records, but Xavier is a cousin and he is concerned. He doesn't have the words yet, or a method, or even the self reflection to know if he's no better off. He might be, but whose splitting airs at this level?

But even with all that in mind, the thought never leaves Xavier even as the hotel fades away behind him and absently he shoots Chloe a text, much faster than he usually would.

He's not sure what if anything to say or offer, but he can use some of that time his dad allots for skin care to chat with Chloe right? It snot like he has any friends anyway, just groupies. Might as well keep in touch with family. Might as well keep that door open in case she ever needs to run through it.

The question is... Does she even think she needs to?

Ok, first off. Congratulations, even though we all agree it isn’t "that kind" of horrific, the implications made my skin crawl even though I know most of this is performative and nothing actually happens.

Second, this would probably be around the time XY starts making his plans to "move out" eventually (escape). I headcanon that XY is actually really smart. Like, he developed the hologram technology used in the show, does his own special effects, kind of smart. Mostly it was cause besides Hawk Moth, XY is the only one to USE holograms in the show, and I refuse to believe Bob Roth has that kind of talent or money.

It also adds another layer to XY's frustration with his dad, cause like. XY is mostly there as a moneymaker. He's conventionally attractive, has a decent voice. However, if this was purely about profits, XY could be making his dad INFINITELY MORE MONEY if he was allowed to pursue his special effects/programming skills. He's that good. But that would require Bob ACKNOWLEDGING that XY's talents are his own, not tied to his dad in anyway, so that’s out. Can’t have your son smarter or more successful than you, unless it was your doing.

But, like, before, XY was willing to put up with it. Not entirely. He didn’t enjoy it. But it was his usual. He was used to it. But then he starts observing Chloé. Her relationship with her dad - her lack of one with her mom. And he starts to think "This is wrong. She doesn’t deserve this.". And eventually those thoughts lead to, "If Chloé doesn’t deserve it . . . I don’t either."