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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 month ago

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Decay

hello everyone we're back!!! sorry it took me so long, i had to rattle this one around in my head for a while to get it on straight (heh)

this is my first time really writing leon's perspective so i hope it sounds okay!!!! i also hope it doesn't come off too mia bashing, that's not my intention at all, i just think what with leon's past with sherry he'd have a hard time reconciling mia's choices against his own priorities etc.

also rose sweetie i'm so sorry i'm giving you so many dysfunctional adult/parental figures i swear once ethan recovers a little more he'll be the other emotionally competent person here

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Warnings: talk about infidelity, previous character death (it's ethan so he's fine now but still oof)

Pairings: mithan, lethan, winterfield

Word Count: 3799

They talked about Mia's new job, about how much they missed each other, about how proud they were of Rose. All the things normal couples would talk about. Then Ethan had sighed. "Mia," he says in a quiet voice, and Mia's mouth twitches. "Yes, Ethan?" "It's no use."

Out of all the things Leon expected from Chris’s call, suddenly being privy to what has to be the weirdest talk between husband and wife was not one of them. And yet, here he is, sitting in a sterile interrogation room with a buzzing light, a former bioterrorist, and a living mold colony assuming the shape of a former systems engineer.

Life is strange sometimes. He’s learned how to roll with the punches.

“You don’t have to do this,” Ethan had said when he came to escort him from his room—room, Chris had stressed, not a cell, even though it felt a whole lot like a cell and he’s pretty sure Ethan thought of it like that too—“I’m sure you have better things to do than babysit me while I try and talk to my…ex-wife? Former wife? Widow?”

Leon had snorted. “Are you kidding me? I’m missing my favorite soap opera, the least you could do is make up for it with your familial melodrama.”

He didn’t mention that he was the only person other than Chris himself who had the required clearance to be there, and even Chris-Emotional-Constipation-Redfield knew that was a bad idea. So, here they were.

At first, it'd just been a little bit awkward, watching Ethan so visibly relax when Mia came in. Mia too—like watching a soldier reunite with his wife after a long deployment in one of those videos with a slow love song playing in the background. Only this time they couldn't touch, separated by a sheet of bullet-proof glass, and talking through phones that made everyone sound like they were doing really bad Darth Vader impressions. They talked about Mia's new job, about how much they missed each other, about how proud they were of Rose. All the things normal couples would talk about.

Then Ethan had sighed.

"Mia," he says in a quiet voice, and Mia's mouth twitches.

"Yes, Ethan?"

"It's no use."

Her brow furrows for a split second before she forces a light laugh. "What's no use?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Her hand clenches and she drops it out of sight. "I really don't, Ethan."

"Yes, you do."

What's making this so much worse is that Ethan isn't angry. Leon's gaze flicks between them as Mia clearly wrestles with the words on the tip of her tongue but Ethan's just…sitting there. Then again, the man's died, what, three times at this point? It's not that surprising that nothing fazes him, but still…

"I mean, I don't know what I'm going to tell people," Mia says, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a brusque jerk of her chin, "I can't exactly explain Rose's father magically reappearing."

Ethan doesn't respond for a moment. She seems to take that as clearance to keep talking.

"I guess I could say you—woke up from a coma, or something, but everyone thinks you're dead. You've been gone for sixteen years, Ethan, it's not—it's not something we can just shrug off."

"'We?'"

"Yes, of course, 'we'," she huffs in a laugh, even as panic starts to cloud her eyes, "what are you talking about?"

Another pause. Then he sighs again. The sound rattles through the shitty phone. "Were you ever going to tell me?"

"About what?"

"About me. About Rose."

Mia swallows. "Ethan, I—"

"Did you know the whole time? Ever since Dulvey? Or did you figure it out along the way and just—keep it to yourself?"

Her hand trembles slightly on the phone. She tries to force back that light expression but Leon watches it begin to crack as they both stare at her. Her gaze darts to him a few times—what the fuck does she expect him to do?

"I felt you die," she whispers and yeah, okay, even Leon's chest lurches at that, "when—when Jack killed you, I felt it. And—and everything was so blurry, so hard to see through—through Eveline's mess that I thought—I thought I might've been remembering it wrong, or something else had happened, or it was just—just another one of her mind games but—"

She chokes on a sob and Ethan's fingers twitch toward the glass, the phone pressed tightly to his ear.

"—but then you were back. And—and you were just you and I thought—I thought it'd be over."

"And Rose?" Mia nods, her eyes squeezed shut as Ethan breathes out a curse. "That's why the pregnancy was so bad, wasn't it? You were—you were trying to fight the mold?"

"Don't blame yourself," Mia's saying as soon as Ethan's sentence finishes, reaching out to put her hand on the glass. After a moment, Ethan's hand presses back. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't Rose's either, she—she's beautiful. Our baby girl…"

Something in Ethan's expression twitches. His hand slowly leaves the glass. A moment later, Mia's does too. They sit there in silence for a few moments before Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose. "I wish you would've told me."

Mia scoffs. "What good would it have done?"

"I would've known." The first hint of irritation flickers behind Ethan's words and Leon has a bad feeling about how the rest of this conversation is going to go. "I could've—I could've done something."

"What could you have done? Told Chris? He'd have us locked up like this years earlier," she says, gesturing around, "and then what? Would we have taken Rose, gone on the run?"

"Mia—"

"There was nothing you could've done, Ethan," and she says it like she's trying to be kind, but Ethan's shoulders keep getting tenser and tenser.

"It's funny."

"What is?"

"That's what people said when you went missing."

Mia goes still. Leon fights the urge to shift in his chair. Yep. Bad feeling. Here we go.

"They said there wasn't anything I could've done," Ethan continues, his voice still low, "that I was beating myself up for nothing. That you were gone, there wasn't anything I could do about it, that I should go ahead and try and move on as best I could with my life. What was left of it anyway. Then I got an email from you."

"Ethan…"

"And you know what, Mia? Turns out there was something I could do. There was a whole hell of a lot I could do."

"You died, Ethan!"

"Yeah. I did. Then I came back. And I did a pretty good job about that."

More than pretty good, Leon wants to add, but he holds his tongue.

"Do you ever think about what might've happened if you just told me? Before all this had to happen?"

"I don't want to talk about this, Ethan."

"You never want to talk about it. Any of it. That's the whole goddamn problem, Mia. You were at that farm for three years. I died. And you wanted to just move on as if nothing happened. But we couldn't. I couldn't. That wasn't fair."

Mia's fist clenches. Her face twists up. Leon takes a deep breath and holds it. "You have no idea what I went through there, Ethan. No idea."

"Because you never told me! I would've been there for you—"

"You couldn't have been! You would never understand!"

"What the hell are you talking about? I was there! I got infected too—Mia, you—"

"You were never supposed to be there!"

The room rings with her panting breaths. Both of their knuckles are white around the phones.

"You were never supposed to find out," she manages, "you were—it wasn't supposed to be like this. God, Ethan, you were supposed to be safe."

An old, old anger flares in Leon's chest. He takes a deep breath, tries to swallow it, but Ethan's talking again and he frantically tunes back in.

"—think was going to happen, Mia? It wasn't just going to be that easy, something was bound to happen at some point. Did you think I—didn't you trust me?"

"Of course I trusted you, Ethan."

"Really? Because it doesn't feel like it. You kept secrets from me, big secrets, Mia, you don't do that with someone you trust."

"What was I supposed to say? 'Hi, honey, no, I'm actually not babysitting this time, I'm escorting an experimental bioweapon across international waters? Don't come looking for me?'"

"Jesus Christ, Mia—"

"See? You wouldn't have understood!"

"I died for you, Mia!"

Mia's eyes widen. Ethan's chest heaves with the force of his shout. He makes himself take a deep breath and Leon forces himself to relax. Shit, this is so not his forte…

"I died for you," he says again, quieter this time. "I died and I came back for you. And I tried to be there for you, the whole time, like I was supposed to be, and you—you—"

Oh, God, no, don't let Ethan start crying. He has no idea what the fuck he's supposed to do if Ethan starts crying.

"You were my wife," and all three of them wince at the past tense, "was it so wrong for me to want you to be there for me?"

"I tried to be—"

"You didn't." Ethan doesn't even sound mad anymore, just exhausted. "You were too busy trying to keep the truth about me and Rose from me, from Chris, from everyone. Like if you pretended hard enough, everything would be okay. God, Mia, it was like—it was like you were the one who'd died."

Her face twists. "Is that why you went to Chris?"

Oh. Oh, God, oh, fuck. Give Leon an island full of bioweapons and trigger-happy mercenaries any day, do not make him deal with emotions involving Christopher fucking Redfield.

"What?"

"Don't play coy with me now, Ethan," Mia says, voice hardening, "did you really think I wouldn't notice?"

"Mia, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how you and Chris were acting more like the married couple by the end of things than you and I were."

Then, something truly terrifying happens: Ethan Winters laughs.

It's not humorous. It's not happy. It's bordering on manic and utterly, utterly cold in a way that feels wrong for a person so fundamentally warm and it rings in Leon's ears. Even Mia looks shaken by it.

"You think I what, seduced Chris Redfield with my tragic bioweapon ass because you and I were fighting all the time? That's what you think happened?"

"Ethan—"

"Let's get one thing crystal goddamn clear: I never cheated on you. Not when you were missing, not when we were stuck in the compound, not once in Romania or any other hell hole the two of us got shoved in. I turned to Chris because I was fucking scared, Mia, and he was supposed to be keeping us safe, not because he made me feel wanted. The only person who's made me feel wanted in the past—well, I don't know how many years it's been now, but that's Karl fucking Heisenberg and he only wanted me to get to Rose so he could use her to kill Mother Miranda. You can accuse me of a lot of things, Mia, and I'll let you, but I was never unfaithful."

"That's not what I meant, Ethan," Mia tries, but Ethan's already shaking his head.

"It's exactly what you meant, Mia. You think you're the only one who noticed things changing? You wanna know how I knew something was wrong that day? Miranda kissed me. And you hadn't wanted to touch me in months."

Leon can't stop himself from shifting. That's—holy fuck, that's sad in a whole new way. Seriously. He won't even ask for a gun, give him a knife and a virus outbreak, not—not whatever the fuck this is turning into.

Even though part of him really wants to put his hand on Ethan's shoulder right now.

"Chris was your friend," Mia says quietly—shit, he got lost in thought again— "and he was…it seemed like it was so easy for you to…to talk to him."

"I wanted to talk to you, but it…it felt like we were always fighting whenever I tried. Chris was—" he huffs— "he wasn't my friend, but he was…there."

Now both Mia's and Leon's brows twitch. "He was, Ethan, he was your friend—"

"No, no, he wasn't. He made that very clear."

Mia's gaze flicks to Leon's—he'd been half hoping they'd forgotten he was there, to be honest—and he just remembers the day he'd met Ethan Winters, before everything went to shit. Finding him alone on the mats, weeping, like he'd—

Well, like he'd just had his heart broken.

Some of that must show on his face because Mia's expression hardens with a distant anger—one he's worn himself from time to time, thank you, Chris—before it deliberately softens again. "I'm sorry, Ethan. I'm so sorry. For everything."

"I know. I'm sorry too."

She shakes her head. They sit in silence for a few more moments. "Where…where do we go from here?"

Ethan sighs. "Well, I think it's back to being poked and prodded by scientists for me. I'm not letting them take Rose away from me again."

"I don't think Chris'll let that happen."

"Yeah, let's hope so." There's a pause, then he huffs a laugh. A real one this time. "I was just thinking: Rose said once that she wouldn't let anyone try and stop us from talking 'cause I was her emotional support mold dad—"

Mia laughs at that too. Even Leon manages to crack a smile.

"—and now I'm imagining her explaining that to Chris with a straight face—"

"—and him not knowing what that means?" Mia finishes. "You know, sometimes she says things—the kids and their slang, I can't keep up anymore."

"Oh, I gave up trying. Now I just embarrass her with how bad I am at using it."

They laugh again, and Leon is going to get whiplash with how back and forth the emotions are here. Judging by the way Mia's smile is slowly growing sadder, she is too.

"How did we get here," she asks, mostly rhetorical, "how did it end up like this? We were…we were happy, weren't we?"

"We were," Ethan says, just as softly, "I was happy, Mia."

"Why can't we be happy again?"

"It's like the vows said: 'till death do us part."

Mia laughs, though it's through a sob, and Ethan does too. Now they're both just looking at each other, and then Ethan murmurs I love you, and Mia says I love you too, and—

"Alright," the BSAA guard at the door says, "that's time."

Mia stands up, smiling at Ethan, nodding at Leon, and leaves through the door. Ethan doesn't move until the door closes again, sagging in the chair with his head in his hands. Leon glances up, seeing another BSAA guard approaching their side of the door and holds up a hand. The guard pauses.

Ethan takes several deep breaths, each a little steadier than the last, before he pushes himself up with a tired smile.

"So," he says, "better than your soap opera?"

"Hell of a lot more interesting, that's for sure." He jerks his head toward the door. "You need another minute, or…?"

"No, I'm good. Thanks for being here."

Leon swallows. "No problem."

The guard steps away as soon as they're out into the hall. They walk for a few minutes before Ethan says, "Leon? Is it okay if we go outside for a second?"

"Sure. This way." They go to one of the little courtyards in the middle of the compound and Ethan immediately sits down on one of the benches, head tipped back like he hasn't seen the sun since…well, yeah, no, actually that makes sense. "You wanna just…sit here for a bit?"

"Yeah, if that's cool with you."

"I've got nowhere else to be."

And see, now, here's the problem: Leon would love to try and forget about everything he just heard. It isn't any of his business, hell, it's probably so far not his business that he shouldn't have been there in the first place, but now…now he's kind of emotionally invested.

This is why he just watches crappy soap operas that he doesn't tell anyone else about.

"What?"

"Huh?"

Ethan smiles blandly at him. "You're…kind of staring at me."

Shit. "Sorry. Just…lost in thought."

He chuckles. "You can ask if you want to."

"It's your business."

"Yeah, well, you just got a front row seat to the season three finale without being there for seasons one and two, so, you can ask." He shifts, leaning back against the bench more. "Figured it's the least I can do."

Leon frowns but puts a pin in that one. He may be slightly better at this whole having-emotions thing than Chris, but he's under no delusions that he's good at it. "How'd the two of you meet?"

Ethan lights up like it's goddamn Christmas when he tells the story and it sounds like every single rom-com in the world. Boy meets girl, they have a few sweet dates, there's a funny story here and there about office parties that don't go completely according to plan, and then they get married. Leon's chest clenches as he listens and yeah, maybe he didn't fully grasp the scope of what Chris meant when he said that Ethan was a good man, that he didn't deserve it—because no one ever deserves the type of shit Ethan's been through, but holy fuck, this man's like a goddamn golden retriever.

"Why didn't you leave?"

Shit. Way to fucking go, Kennedy.

Ethan tilts his head. "What do you mean?"

"When you got to the Baker Farm and you realized it was…"

"Fucked up?"

"Yeah."

And just like that, he deflates, something dark washing over his expression. "I couldn't. I couldn't leave, not when I knew Mia was there."

And the thing is, he gets it. He's about to tell Ethan how much he gets it when Ethan shakes his head and looks up at him with this self-deprecating smile.

"Pathetic, right?"

"You're not pathetic, Ethan. You're a damn good man."

"Careful, you say things like that too much, I might start to believe you."

See, now, that's the other thing. And judging by the way Ethan's suddenly avoiding his gaze, he's gonna guess that frown he'd tried to keep off his face made it there anyway.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, it's okay." He looks away, shifting to knock their legs together. "So. Karl Heisenberg, huh?"

If he was hoping for a way to break the dull mood, he failed. Miserably. "Everything in that village hated me. The lycans wanted to eat me, Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters hated me because I was a stupid manthing—" Leon tries not to snort at that— "Beneviento and Moreau were—and the Duke, I don't even know what the fuck his deal was, but he wasn't—the point is, only Heisenberg actually talked to me like a person for half a second. And as soon as I told him Rose wasn't a weapon, I was gone. It shouldn't even have meant anything, but Mia was dead—or so I thought, and Chris had been the one to shoot her and take Rose from me—and Rose was in pieces and I—"

"Hey, hey," Leon says, his hand on Ethan's shoulder before he realizes what he's doing, "hey, Ethan…"

Ethan bows his head, taking a deep breath. When he lifts his head again, his eyes are wet, and there's a lump in Leon's throat. "Is it wrong that I still love her?"

Well. Remember that shit he said about not being prepared for this?

"Sorry," he mumbles a second later, "you—you really don't have to answer that."

"How much has Chris told you about me?"

Ethan glances at him. "Not much."

"Has he ever mentioned Sherry Birkin?"

Ethan shakes his head, a furrow between his brows and suddenly Leon's telling him about Sherry. About wanting to be a cop in Raccoon City, about finding Claire—"Wait, Chris has a sister?"—and Sherry, and making a deal to keep her safe. Ethan listens, concern and sympathy engraved into his expression, reaching out to put a hand on Leon's shoulder when it takes him a second to get the words out, and he has no idea what the fuck he's doing or why he's telling Ethan this when he should be the one comforting the other man, and before he knows it he's talking to Ethan like they're old friends, and he doesn't know what's going on and all he knows is that Ethan Winters is a fucking unicorn.

"I'm sorry," he says, and there's not a trace of that weird curling in his gut that he normally gets when people tell him that, "that really sucks, buddy."

He blows out a short breath. "Yeah, I guess it does."

They sit in silence for a while. The wind is cool, not cold. The sun passes behind a few clouds and re-emerges.

"I've never told anyone all of that," he says suddenly, "not really."

"Well, I promise I'm good at keeping secrets." Leon huffs a laugh. "Hey, Leon?"

"Yeah?"

"I know this is weird, and it's—I'm not expecting you to say yes, okay, but…do you think we could be friends?"

Leon turns to look at him. Ethan just smiles back, a little awkward, but painfully earnest. He tries for a smile and finds it comes rather easily. "Yeah, Ethan. We can be friends."

That smile turns genuine so quickly it makes his head spin. He tips his head back to enjoy the sunshine again, a weight falling off his shoulders and Leon can't help but stare. In the back of his mind, he can't help but wonder what Mia Winters was thinking, even though he knows that's a dangerous road to walk down—one he's steered Chris away from a number of times too. But he looks at Ethan and all he can see is another blond trying to keep a child safe and…well, he's never been a saint.

"Ethan?"

"Yeah?"

"I won't let them take Rose away from you either."

Ethan looks at him, eyes wide, and nods. "Thank you, Leon."

He can't say much of anything else, so he just nods back. Then Ethan's looking over his shoulder like he's expecting someone to come out and sure enough, jogging over is Rose with Chris trailing behind her. Ethan stands up and catches her in an exuberant hug, spinning her around until she laughs. He catches Chris's eye over their shoulders and nods.

Fuck it. He's in.

#resident evil #resident evil village #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #ethan winters #mia winters #rosemary winter #chris redfield #dragonbabbles #fic

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nyrlthtp · 2 months ago

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Having lots of thoughts about Mordecai...

While the System AI is more predictably sydbait, and while I adore the AI for all its freakishness and messy depth, I do think Mordecai maintains the "favorite character" spot for me. Putting my thoughts under the cut because there are some things about the seventh book mixed in.

Maybe it's just that I'm not immune to the Sad Dad trope at the end of the day. Maybe it's that "by his left tit" is the funniest exclamation ever. Maybe it's the grudges he's been holding onto, or the sadness he's been nursing for so long.

What's interesting is he doesn't have a parent/child-related backstory that others do—Maggie My or Frank Q, or Katia, or even Miriam Dom (albeit hers was related to fur-children). His story only ever involves his brother, and Chaco, and Odette, and Huanxin. So this paternal nature is based on nothing more than how much he cares.

And he's aware of that, too. It's why he gets so angry when Donut makes him her Manager. It's why he's so annoyed about letting the NPCs into the safe room. It's why he comes across as such a grumpy hardass—because he knows he'll get attached, and he knows the crawl kills many more people than it will ever let go. Caring about NPCs is a fruitless endeavor to him, and getting too attached to Crawlers is just setting himself up for more hurt when they die.

And that caring has to be why his anger at Chaco and Odette (and Huanxin, but that is slightly different) is so vitriolic. They weren't just random people; they were people he trusted, people he cared about, because he's incapable of not caring. And then, from his point of view, they betrayed him and killed his brother. It wasn't a random grudge; it was a betrayal of his love and care.

And that is why he is so adamant that Carl can't save everyone. He knows, firsthand, that people will turn on each other when things get too dire, and caring for everyone will only hurt worse in the long run.

But he also can't resist his own nature. From playing movies early on for the NPC children, to inviting other NPCs into the safe room as part of his own idea, to holding and reading to Ruby at what felt like the end of the world, to getting directly involved in a possibly-futile effort to save Louis.

There really is no point in this rambling, except to say that I love Mordecai so much. Despite that "deep well of sadness" Carl saw in him, filled as it is with all the loss he's experienced, and despite knowing that the loss toll can only keep going up the more he cares, he still does. While he did what he could to maintain distance at a professional level as Game Guide, once he was Donut's Manager (and only after he went through his drunken bender to cope), he didn't bother trying to maintain distance. He was in it. It was too late.

All he could do were the only things he's ever been able to do: care, and help.

#dungeon crawler carl #this inevitable ruin #dcc spoilers #mordecai my friend mordecai

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weirdestcornelius · 7 months ago

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Considering recent events and posts I'd like to point out that this is supposed to be constructive criticism. Not bullying. Not anything else.

I don't try to "criticize" things Kc cannot control, such as the fandom. That whole Party discourse thing? That was me criticizing the fandom. Kittycorn squeakself has never made or alluded to any toxic ships. It was moreso me just being angry at the fandom for shipping a therapist with their clients AND ignoring Party's sexuality considering he's gay/achillean from what I've been informed. It was not an attack towards the ZCP or Kittycorn because they genuinely couldn't control these things if they TRIED. If anything, it's the fandoms fault for it.

I know that this comic is meant to be comforting for kit. The only things I've given constructive criticism for is is the way that disabilities are handled. And there's no way you can tell me I am "bullying" when I say that because I am literally a visually impaired person giving constructive criticism on how a disability that relates to MINE could be better handled in the comic. I love Sparklecare as someone who has experienced ableism from almost everyone around me. I think it's a great way to symbolize ableism and the way the healthcare system is inherently toxic and a breeding ground for trauma and assault.

I only made this a separate blog from my main because I figured people wouldn't want to see constructive criticism on my main. Not to mention that some people in the fandom (not blaming Kc or the ZCP for this) can really be white knights and decide that anything less than positivity for the comic is an attack against Kc. You can tell me this isn't true but I've seen people be called all flavors of slurs and even been told to harm themselves over this. And I'm talking about literal children having to put up with being sent these things. Regardless of the blog or not, I should NOT be scared of saying anything against the comic in fear of getting death threats. The fandom is getting bad behind the scenes and I do not blame Kc for that. Kit did nothing to deserve this. Especially all of those "criticism" blogs that aren't actually criticism, but just bullying the comic and tearing it apart. When I agree that SCH has its problems, all media does and we should simply acknowledge these without saying the entire comic is garbage because. It's not. It has gotten so many people, me included out of dark places and when I criticize it I always try to make it as constructive as possible because I genuinely love this comic and its message. It hits super close to home for me and I love to see the story and characters grow and change. This includes me feeling comfortable enough to give constructive advice on how disabilities similar to mine could be more comfortably portrayed. I have never and never will say that the comic or Kc are bad because honestly? The comic already treats (most) disability or disorders a LOT better than other media does. And that's something I praise it for. I could go on and on about the things I like about this comic and characters, like Creams AFRID being treated in a humanizing and positive way. As someone with food sensitivity, I am so happy to see it be painted in a normal, healthy way and not the characters making fun of it, as a lot of media does.

But loving something means you need to acknowledge its flaws. And Sparklecare has flaws, as all media does. That does NOT mean that you should make Kc feel bad about her own fucking trauma. You are not entitled to know kits trauma. You are not entitled to the characters identities. You can say something Upsets you, but that doesn't mean that it's inherently bad. Some things on this blog are just things that upset me. It's okay to be upset by things. But it doesn't mean that whatever upsets you should immediately be changed unless it is an actual problem and not just something that YOU personally do not like.

This turned out way longer than I thought it would, but I uh. Just wanted to get that out there.

#sparklecare #sparklecare criticism #<- only tagging because of me mentioning it. This isn't really criticism #sparklecare hospital #Assault tw

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turbulentscrawl · 1 year ago

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Could we get some hc stuff for weeping? He never gets any love. Your work is amazing btw ♡

Thank you!

You know, before this I honestly kept forgetting he exists...but after doing a lore dive and doing these general hcs I'm feeling like he's going to become a favorite.

As a note for tagging, I typically use a character's human name for my blog's tagging system, but since "Joker" is a name used in so many fandoms, his will be "weeping clown x reader"

As always, if you guys like my work consider sending me a request!

Note: This was written prior to the latest Hullobaloo story event. Characterization tweaks will be made later 👍

Identity(V) Headcanons: Joker

-The acid which scarred him was only mixed with his colored face paints. The white base he uses didn’t harm him, so the scarring he has is mostly around his mouth and down from his eyes, following the shape of the red lips and teardrops he painted on. He still wears face paint most days to try and cover what he can of the scarring, but he’s paranoid about what he uses now. He keeps his paints locked away where others can’t access them, and always tests them on his arm before using them on his face.

-Joker has very little self-worth. It goes beyond basic insecurity, though he has plenty of that as well. His entire reason for living is based on the value he has to other people. At first, that’s restricted to just the way he can bring a bit of joy to the Hullabaloo crowds, and the few shallow friendships he’d made along the way. When Margaretha entered the picture, though, it began to twist into something even more unhealthy.

-He still has some remaining love for Margaretha, but he’s more withdrawn from her. He was disfigured, he did something horrible, and she left. But if it really came down to it, and he had no one else to talk him out of it, he probably would continue going to her whenever she calls, albeit with more inner turmoil. It goes back to that self-worth again; Margaretha makes him feel like he can be a valued protector regardless of not being very physically capable.

-At his core, Joker is a very kind and sympathetic person. He cares about others, their wellbeing and happiness, and even in a world without the above self-worth struggles he would go out of his way to help people…

-But he’s become a bit jaded since the massacre. A bit angry, even. No one did anything when he was the sole victim. No one stood up for him like he stood up for others. No one cared about his disfigured face because now it matches his disfigured body, right? …but he makes himself swallow those feelings when they start to bubble over. He doesn’t want to be that person. He doesn’t want to add more cruelness to the world.

-He’s on the quiet side. I wouldn’t go so far as to call him mute, but he chooses his words very carefully. If ever he’s unsure of what to say he would rather say nothing than ramble aimlessly. When he does speak, it’s with long pauses and shifting, thinking eyes. Conversations with him tend to move at a crawl.

-He likes gentle people. Eccentric people are fun too, but he prefers gentleness if he must choose one over the other. He got along with Mike before the massacre, but events like that have a way of either cementing or shattering bonds and theirs took the latter hit. I think he’d get along well with several people in the manor, including Luca, Emma, Victor, Eli, and Helena. He’s not exceptionally close with any of them, but few people dislike his presence.

-He’s very good at telling all manner of jokes, but he rarely does anymore. That’s a development from before even the massacre; he was required to employ depreciating humor on stage, both of himself and others, and over the years it caused him to grow heavy with guilt. Now, he may shoot off a pun occasionally, but even that is rare. He really doesn’t like to be the one joking around anymore.

-He does still like doing tricks, though! They’re not his specialty, but he didn’t go all that time in the circus without picking up a thing or two. He’s more than happy to show off these skills if they entertain his friends.

-He’s really good at finding things? It’s basically a supernatural power. If you ever lose something in the manor, he’s a good bet to check in with before you tear your room apart. Honestly sometimes he just shows up to return things before someone even knows they’ve lost it.

-Joker is completely touch starved. At first glance it may seem the opposite, as he tends to move away from incoming contact, but this is only because he often doesn’t know what to expect. As far as kind touches go, he’s given more than he’s received, and always with a nervous, shaking hand. When he has some kind of relationship where contact is both safe and common, he’s attached to your hip.

-On that note, Physical Touch is the best love language for Joker. He also appreciates the other four, but touch is his favorite. He’s a very clingy partner who always wants to sit shoulder-to-shoulder or hold hands. If his partner is less than enthused about PDA, he’s okay with more subtle touches as well, such as hooking your ankles together under the dinner table. Rebuffing his desire for contact too many times can and will result in some seriously hurt feelings. A relationship between him and someone averse to touch probably wouldn’t work in the long run.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv weeping clown #idv joker #weeping clown x reader #turbulentscrawl

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Jean won over Eddie's love life. Again. Bwahaha

Thank you, @beauty-4-thebeast for good advise and help!

TW: DARK THEMES, MENTION OF S.A. AND PREDATORS.

Amber Starling: (here) and (here)

Jean Van Burren. Just a gothamite boy who grew up to an abusive mother, he was a victim of sexual abuse from the "friends" of this same mother. Deprived of a childhood and any healthy relationships, Jean grew up a very aggressive and angry teenager. His alienation, rudeness and open hostility towards others scared his classmates and made him an outsider at school.

His only friend was a tall, awkward and very gloomy girl named Amber Starling. They were both considered freaks and bullied by a whole group of bullies. Jean stole candy for Amber when the bullies took money from her and she had nothing to eat and defended her from attacks, was not afraid of a serious fight even despite the obviously losing situation, after which he was beaten and exhausted, laying on the ground.

One day, Amber got tired of watching him suffer and endure pain and humiliation from a group of bullies. Then she lured the main bully into the hands of a predator. After that, being a victim of such violence, Jean broke all ties with her.

Gradually, he got involved with a bad crowd and soon became a hired assassin, known for his brutality and bloodthirstiness. However, over the years, his desire to lead such life faded and, having made many useful connections and lots of blood money, he settled down and opened his own restaurant-cafe called "Guesting at Jonas". He jealously guards the restaurant's reputation as "the safest place in Gotham" and works there with several friends who also have a dark past, which makes the bond between Jean and his comrades even deeper and stronger.

... The building of his restaurant is stuffed with traps, sometimes deadly, so that any hostile or random element that gets there (especially in the depths) without an invitation risks staying there forever...

Jean and his company take their business seriously. And those who know the truth about GaJ's "security system" try to leave them alone.

Edward and Jean have a funny relationship. In addition to the fact that Eddie's crush shares a past with Jean that seriously affected her and she never let Jean go after their separation, periodically secretly stalking him, he is everything that Ed hates. A violent thug, NOT A GENIUS!!! Unable to say a single sentence without inserting a swear word into it. And in general, he behaves like some kind of animal (Jean feels more empathy for animals than for people because he was often equated with a beast). What's even more infuriating is that Van Burren has incredible intuition and defies logic, so Edward has not yet managed to lure him into a deadly trap. Jean is infuriated by such attention from the super-villain, but Amber will eventually receive more rage when the truth about Ed's feelings is revealed. "You scorned the guy. Why am I getting shiet?!" Which will make the situation between Jean and Amber even more awkward...

Ed and Jean kind of remind me of Izaya Orihara and Heiwajima Shizuo from Durarara!! a little bit. For those who don't know, these two characters have been feuding since school. Izaya doesn't consider Shizuo a human, and Shizuo considers Izaya an annoying flea. Shizuo doesn't succumb to Izaya's logic, and Izaya considers him a monster/beast.

...The most offensive thing is that you give out a witty and sharp insult, and this asshole did not understand half of it, did not listened to the other half and blurted out stupidity that successfully got on your nerves...

P.S.: If you wanna know what Eddie says:

"Ha! I can't believe that my informant was once friends with you! What's wrong with her? You're just an aggressive, brainless, dumb monkey! Why aren't you in a cage at all? I mean, you are in a cage now, BUT WHY ONLY NOW? What an irony of fate - to sit across from an underdeveloped animal. Me! Edward Nigma! The genius of our time is forced to look at your dumb mug devoid of any human thought!"

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noahsbookhoard · 22 days ago

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📚October 2024 Book Review📚

October has been productive for reading but absolutely not for Reviews so as new year approaches like a derailed train I am trying to cram the last months of review! Expect three post like this back to back, sorry.

Le Crime d'Halloween (Hallowe'en Party) by Agatha Christie

A good mystery but I admit I read it jusr after seeing the newest adaptation and I did not feel the vibes the film had which were just perfect for Halloween. That one's on me.

La vie meilleure by Étienne Kern

Absolutely delightful writing and I am not saying this because the author is one of my old french teacher and I have great memories of his classes, no no sir, nothing but impartiality here. This is part biography of Emile Coue (the inventor of the famous "everyday in every way I am getting better and better" mentality) and part journey of discovery for the author.

Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

Great comedy, loved it. I watch the 1970 tv adaptation alongside so some bits are missing but I had a good laugh. Act 2 scene 5 still makes me smile just thinking about it.

Assassin's Apprentice (Realm of the Elderlings #01) by Robin Hobb

I was intimidated by this series because of it being a 16 books monster but I really enjoyed this first one so I will definitely read it further. I love my fantasy a little on the political side and that's right what this book offers me. I see why the rote fandom on tumblr has a thing for the Fool and I am with you in this.

Hotel Magnifique by Emily J Taylor

I was really intrigued by the premise, I though the hotel magic travel thingy would have a bigger role to play but the hotel itself being a magic entity is more than compensation enough. Loved the magic system, loved the plot, the romance was neither a bonus nor a malus. A really good YA fantasy novel.

Les Dragons by Jérôme Colin

This one definitely falls into the Dead Dove Do Not Eat category: The main character has to spend time in an institute for teenagers where he meets other youth like him, children who are angry at everything and everybody, who can't fit anywhere and many who turns it upon themselves. It is short but really really hard to read.

Rule of Two (Darth Bane trilogy #02) by Drew Karpyshyn

Book 2 of the Darth Bane series and I love that it ties up really well with book 1 and anchors it in the universe. Zhanna turns out to be an interesting character but by the nature of Bane's Rule of Two you already knows she is going to fail her goal (in this book at least) which kinda defeats the tension that was so high in book 1 (not saying more I'm already halfway through a spoiler). I look forward to book 3 tho.

I am however saddened to inform everyone that "flies through the void of space sans space suit and survives because of the Force" in episode VIII has a precursor so... is it valid no? Jurisprudence and all that? I hope not

The Kaiju Preservation Society by John Scalzi

I expected this one to be funny but it turned out to also be a really self indugent story of the kind we all need post covid (and that's exactly how the author wrote it). On top of that it manages to have natural nuclear reactor Kaiju from a parallel dimension that Actually Makes Sense. Go read it, you deserve a break.

The Outsider by Stephen King

I have really mixed feelings about this one. I loved the first part but was so frustrated with the way the first part ended it I was disappointed with the rest.

The story starts as an investigation with both sides fighting with contradicting evidences but I was invested! There was tension! I was cheering for Terry and his family against Ralph, the cop who arrested him. And then the scene at the courtroom happened and my hopes for the main character went down the drain.

It took me a very long time to warm up to Ralph as the NEW main character, especially because he was set up as the Cop With Good Intention and Bad Results in the first part of the novel. Like, you put this man against Jesus Christ if he was a little league baseball coach and expect us to empathise with him for the rest of the story?

If you can go past that it's a good thriller, plenty spooky and tension just like King likes it.

A Close and Common Orbit (Wayfarer #2) by Becky Chambers

I adored The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet and this second book hits just where book 1 did. Pepper is really touching and I hope we get to see her again in the rest of the series. But I especially enjoyed Sidra's journey to figuring herself and her friendship with Tak. I had to look up the species a little at the beginning because I was completely lost in who was what and from where.

Les Possibles by Virginie Grimaldi

A story about two sisters and their father who suffer from Alzheimer. And also their road trip on route 66 as a last family trip. Tender and sad and happy and a lot of things in one. Virginie Grimaldi just has the knack to write touching family that don't really work but work all the same. I really liked it.

Le dieu d'automne et d'hiver by Pauline Sidre

A tale about the weight of immortality and godhood and an investigation all in one! I really loved it, I had it on my shelf since spring bit I wanted to way for the right weather for it and September had been too mild but it was worth the wait! It has an unusual pantheon, strange worship and summoning rules and very compelling characters, especially Helkeziro, our grumpy and weary God of justice and vengeance who really could use a break but cannot seem to catch one. Tumblr would love him.

War and Peace by Leon Tolstoi

I have beaten the monster. It took me 6 months but I did it. Some aspects and plots are interesting (even if I lack thd cultural and historical context to really enjoy it) but the battle of Borodino was almost too much to handle.

If We Were Villains by M L Rio

Strong contender for my favorite book of the year, it pains me to give the W to booktok but here I am!

I loved I might have enjoyed it even more maybe if I had a better knowledge of Shakespeare that I do now, but that's only a motivation to catching up on the Bard and reread the book!

I don't know how to feel about the very very end tho. Either I love it because that's the teeniest amount of comfort on the fuckload of hurt (my balance of choice) or I hate it because come on, you chose tragedy so own up to it! Jury is still out.

Le Bastion des Larmes by Abdellah Taïa

I picked this one in my continued quest of microdosing on price winning novels: at the start of fall the Goncourt academy published its list of nominees so I went and picked whatever inspired me. La vie meilleure and this one were on it, as well as others I did not get to read before the end of 2024. This one also has the bonus of making me read an author who is neither French, British or American which is the bulk of what I read. The story itself is that of a man returning to his native town in Morocco after his mother died to sell the childhood hose and also come to terms with the death of his lover and the abuse he suffered as a gay child in his home town. Not an easy read but an important one.

What Feast at Night (Sworn Soldier #2) by T Kingfisher

I really loved book 1, What Moves at Night but I think I even prefer this one. Creepy in just the right way, Alex is still kan sassy self and Eugenia and Angus are adorable.

Kiss Kiss by Roal Dahl

I always loved his children book but his short stories are amazing. I particularly love his way of wrapping up the ending, how it stops just before disaster and right when you realise what said disaster is going to be.

Trois battements un silence by Anne Fakhouri

Kinda wierd but in a good way. It reminded my a little of October Daye series as it I also centered around fae and changeling in a modern setting but totally different treatment. Tw for child abuse.

Tous les silence ne font pas le même bruit by Baptiste Beaulieu

The memoir of a gay man, general practitioner and father of a little boy, narrating how he got there, what he had to live through. It's hard, it's full of fear and fighting spirit and hope and I recommend it to everybody. I wish I could make it read to my entire family.

Once and Future Witches by Alix E Harrow

A good and interesting novel but in my opinion, slightly too long for its story. I admire the writing and the characters but a work of fiction about sisters and witches doesn't have to deal with every single aspect of womanhood and feminism ever (especially if it means some of them are barely mentioned, as in "this character which you know since chapter 3 is trans btw now back to Avalon")

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jechristine · 2 years ago

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I honestly don’t mean to offend you because I like your blog usually. But once in a while you get stuck on a point that is clearly not making sense and it’s almost as if you want to save face and not admit you were wrong, so you keep on going and making it even worse. You want to talk about celebrities feeding the parasocial, fine, it’s a reality, but picking a promotional post to make your point is weird and is giving I just have an agenda. Would it make you feel better if he said I watched it and it’s worth it? It would be pointless regardless, he’s just helping his brother out and being transparent about it. You are also comparing with celebrities that either have nothing in common with him (age, how they became famous, how they had to use social media) or you are giving passes because they had it harder (and they did, but does that make Z’s continued rs with her fanpages make it any less parasocial)? And all that about some comments he made on fame 1,5 years ago. Unless he has given interviews more recently…

I like your blog, I do, but you aren’t being astute on this, you just really want to make a point. It’s just weird that you feel this need.

Well I’ll agree that my point is getting clearer in my own head as I go around with different anons. I think of my blog as more of an ongoing discussion that shapes my own thinking, and less of a “I make a fully fleshed out argument that’s either right or wrong.” From my pov, developing a viewpoint in tandem with others is a common process is talking and writing especially in low-stakes space like tumblr. If my point is unclear it’s because I’m working on it as I go and trying to respond to different angles that anons bring up. I’m pretty open to being challenged, I’d say.

There’s also a central point I’m trying to make—that celebrities play a role in nurturing and activating parasocial relationships that they benefit professionally and financially from. Some anons seem to be feeling really defensive about that point as applied to Tom Holland, probably because of the parasocial relationship he’s successfully created with them! But I’m not going for good vs bad, criticize vs celebrate, as they seem to be expecting me to.

And there are ancillary points that have come up because anons who feel angry love to take conversations to whataboutism or other deflections. Those ancillary points: 1) other celebrities create less toxic (?) or potent versions of those parasocial relationships, maybe because they’re older and more mature? I’m 33 and I don’t see 26yo’s sm lives as that much different than mine idk. Or maybe because those other celebrities have simply never been committed to an idea of showing vulnerability the way Tom has? Or something else or some combination? 2) the immutable traits of a person’s identity play a role in how they are able to succeed in the entertainment industry and to what extent they need to connect to fans for that success. And 3) that some quasi political figures who are also celebrities like the BRF Harry & Meghan have additional or different incentives for putting themselves out there.

So to your point: I guess I agree that the Paddy post isnt the best example of Tom activating the parasocial relationships that he’s played a role in developing, but I do think it’s an instance of his doing so. I didn’t pick it exactly. The issue that I’ve talked about many times over the last year popped up yesterday again on @wetheoriginals blog, and I said the same kind of thing I always say about it.

I think about the point I’m trying to make as being spurred more by the desire to defend fans who are caught up in a market system that doesn’t really benefit them in any material way. Maybe it makes them feel good for a second.

Like I said, I think most celebrity-fan relationships include an element of the parasocial, and how much each contains and activates can be better assessed along a spectrum. It’s a part of celebrity culture, and I usually see very reductive or shallow assessments of it (I.e. “this stan needs to touch some grass”). I’d like to think more about it and how it works.

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starrcarter01 · 1 year ago

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hi. my name is starr, and i knew khalil better than probably any of you. i've known him almost my entire life. i grew up with him, through elementary school, middle school, high school. we played together, hung out together, and were always there for each other. he introduced me to those strange new feelings too. he was the best friend i ever had or could want.

there are things i regret. lots of them. i hadn't talked to khalil for months before, you know. we were growing apart, and i wasn't there for him. and what was he doing? struggling more than any of you could imagine and still trying his best to take care of his family and be the best person he could be. it doesn't matter if he was dealing drugs, whatever. what he did by no means at all justified him being SHOT. KILLED. by a 'police officer', who supposed to be protecting us and regulating the law. not murdering someone -- who's just a kid, and who he didn't know. officer one-fifteen couldn't have had any idea if khalil did something wrong, broke the law. maybe he was speeding. but none of that matters. he was shot, murdered, for no reason at all besides the color of his skin. he was innocent.

and, by the way, he was dealing drugs. he never joined a gang or participated in any gang activity. at first i was mad at him, so angry that khalil would sell the same stuff that destroyed his own mother, and put himself in so much danger. but he sold drugs to protect her, his mom. she was in debt with some gangleader or something like that, they had no money, and the only way khalil could make enough money to protect her was by turning to drugs. he loved her more than he hated drugs, and in the end all that matters was that he was doing it all for his mom. even though she was a drug addict, even though she wasn't the same person she was, he still loved her to death nonetheless. he only wanted the best for her. i know khalil. he has a big heart, he's loving, caring, smart. i'm sure he didn't want to sell it, but he ran out of other options. if you were in his position you would do the same thing. khalil shouldn't be judged for that.

a lot of you don't quite understand what it's like, to be black, to live in the community khalil lived in and i still live in. to be treated like you're inferior, to be looked down upon. it's a neverending cycle, of suffering, of pain. it isn't easy to make money when you're in those circumstances. everyone wants and tries to get out, but they can't, and eventually they all fall into gangs or drugs, end up killing each other if they weren't already shot by a cop. that's how it is for so many black americans. it's a system, and you can't get out.

even if all of you don't understand the situation khalil was in, hopefully you all can agree what happened to him was cruel, unjust, an evil act by a police officer who couldn't see farther than khalil's race.

khalil deserves justice. and i don't know if he'll ever get it. what does 'justice' even mean in today's american society? i don't think there is a true 'justice'. it's no more than a mere concept, an ideal. no one can get justice anymore. there's nothing i want more than for him to just get what is undeniably right and fair. but will he? will he? i don't want to say the answer. we don't know the answer yet. so all we can do is wait. wait and see if our courts can do the right thing, for once.

justice for khalil.

#khalil #justice for khalil #social justice #justice #blacklivesmatter #civil rights

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zorua-adorable · 2 years ago

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If you had to rank a Hortensia support chain, how would it go

Okay so funnily enough, I’ve actually been working on making one since I recently completed getting all her supports.

To start off, I like all of her supports and they are all good in my opinion, so the only variation here is how much I like the support chain in question. This is gonna get a bit long so my reasoning for placements will be going under the cut.

S Tier - ADORE

Veyle: Okay, I’ve posted once before some thoughts on their A support, so I’ll try to keep this one brief. I just really love how Hortensia is given a moment to be angry about her father’s death. And yes, it is to an irrational degree as Veyle was brainwashed which she acknowledges in her anger, but I feel that it was important that she actually got to feel that anger. Y’know, get it out of her system and such? And the fact that she had the emotional intelligence/maturity to be like “there is no guarantee that we’ll end up friends but I am willing to give you a chance” and everything... JUST, CKSDNVKSVNSK

Ivy: What can I say about this one other than the fact that it is SO GOOD? I love that we get some info about Hortensia’s mom and about the Elusian court and that we get to see how strong her bond with Ivy is. I love getting a look into why Hortensia is so obsessed with being perceived as cute and charming. It’s just so sweet, especially the part at the end where Hortensia talks more about how she was feeling when she was on her own after Hyacinth died and she still thought Ivy was dead too. The only thing I wonder about is that there is a part in their A support where Ivy says “You thrived in the academy as well─you even skipped enough grades to catch up to me.” And that line has me wondering if Ivy attended the academy at the same time as Hortensia, or if she was in the past called away from the academy and Hortensia skipped up to the year that Ivy was in when she left, or if Hortensia just skipped so many grades that she was put straight into the final year or something; but that’s nothing against the support, that’s just me having thoughts.

Céline: This one was SO cute, and is one of the few Hortensia supports that have a lighter tone. I LOVE that she gets to have a support that’s just silly and lighthearted and feels like a moment of childhood whimsy; girl definitely needs more of that in her life.

Alcryst: If I could, I would put his portrait directly under Céline’s but still in the S tier since I like these two chains equally. I love how she tries to help Alcryst build confidence by denying his request to teach him, as a way of trying to het him to stand up for himself, y’know? I love how she told him that he doesn’t NEED to change for her or other people to like/accept him. And that bit at the end where the tables were turned and she ran away was SO funny and SO cute.

Alear: I used female Alear’s portrait for the tier list since I played as female Alear on my first playthrough. This one is very similar to her Ivy support, but it’s also less personal, which makes sense since the two don’t have that close relationship that the Elusisters do. I can’t think of much else to say on this one, but I like how Alear helped Hortensia come to another realization about the reason why her mother did what she did; Ivy helps her realize that her mother did what she did to carve out a niche for Hortensia in the court, Alear helps her realize her mother did what she did as a way of teaching Hortensia how to survive the court.

A Tier - LOVE

Chloé: Local Chloé and Hortensia fan enjoying their support together? Who could have foreseen this? Jokes aside, this one is cute. It’s one of the lighter ones, with Hortensia trying to emulate Chloé’s “aura of sophistication” (as she puts it) to add to her charm repertoire. However, for me, I feel there’s an added layer of depth to this one in Hortensia trying to be like someone she describes as having “motherly charm” with the context of Hortensia trying to be like her own mother.

Goldmary: LOVE IT when Hortensia supports bring up how smart she is, BECAUSE SHE IS! Anyway, I find it interesting that Goldmary agrees to teach Hortensia how to cook right away, because IIRC she’s not so quick to agree to teaching others to cook in some of her other support chains. I like that we get some Elusia lore in how retainers are chosen and that Goldmary and Rosado aren’t officially retainers. We also get some backstory between the two and how they first met, but... I just have one question: HOW LONG AGO DID THAT HAPPEN?? I need to make sense of this timeline, cause like it was obviously before she attended the academy, but how long before? Cause she didn’t realize the girl she saved was Goldmary, but was that because it had been some years and Goldmary looked a lot different, or was it just because it was the heat of the moment? I need to know how old this girl was when she was just deciding she could head out to check on battlefields when she’s 14 in the present of the game!

Clanne: Okay, so there was a large period of time between when I got their C support and when I got their B and A supports. And in that time, I unlocked a new page for Framme in the Ally Notebook; and when I went to check the new page, I noticed on one of the old pages that “cheering for people” was listed as one of her likes. So in my head I was like “Wouldn’t a support chain centered around making a fan club be more suited to Framme than Clanne?” But having since gotten the rest of the support chain, I now realize that it fits Clanne better. There’s not much else I can think to say on this one - it’s cute, it’s lighthearted, and I’m DEFINITELY stealing Clanne’s role as president of Hortensia’s fan club.

Lindon: I like that Hortensia gets a support chain with a focus on her father. We get some more Elusia/Hyacinth lore & backstory, we get some moments of Hortensia expressing insecurity over feeling like she’s not doing enough for Elusia, and she gets some comfort. The only part I wasn’t a fan of in this one was when Lindon said “a parent always loves their child” when that’s not true - heck, we see in-story that that’s not true - but I will give him that it’s what she needed to hear in the moment.

B Tier - LIKE

Fogado: I really do not have much to say on this one, but I loved all the sass and sarcasm she had in their C support. I also enjoyed that we got another moment looking at her insecurities on if she’s doing enough/if she’s actually helping.

Anna: This one was a lighter one, which admittedly I wasn’t expecting. I assumed that it would do something with them both being younger sisters from Elusia and how Hortensia was on her own for a time thinking her whole family was dead and how Anna is currently separated from her family. That aside, I enjoyed the chain as it was, and there was even a bit of depth at the end, with Hortensia being like “I want people people to notice me for my own charm” (paraphrased). I just think it’s cute that they can have a sweet friendship, cause they’re close in age, have a bit in common, and given how shopping is listed as one of Hortensia’s hobbies and Anna... y’know.

Rosado: I like how this one gave a look into the persona of cuteness Hortensia puts on, and how it ties into her role as a princess. I don’t have too much to say on this one, but the action at the beginning of their A support seemed kind of out of nowhere; but that’s nothing against the support.

#my asks #anon #fire emblem engage #fe hortensia #not tagging everyone else cause the way i tag things ended up with that being over the tag limit #the physical copy of the notes that i took for this is a fucking MESS #i tried SO HARD to stay as coherent as possible when giving my thoughts/opinions #for my tagging system:#fire emblem #engage #hortensia (my super cute pink daughter)

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allycat5543 · 2 months ago

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Babuska?

Warnings - Cussing, Gore, Wade being well wade, mentions of abuse physical and SA, ANGSTTTTTTT AND LOTS OF CONFUSION!

please all i ask is you give me the benefit of a doubt cause this was a random spur of the moment writing in the middle of the night after i have watched this movie back to back for the last week and a half now and im obsessed with it and NEEDED to get this out of my system.

Now you lovely readers are probably wanting to know how the sweet baby Jesus has this movie been rewrote yet again for another one of these silly little self inserts of a story to fulfill some little 25 year olds fantasy about some big hairy and sweaty man in a yellow wolverine suit and how its going to pull at your heartstrings but also bring a throbbing to your core down under well stick around and I will help you with all of that free of charge! Now onto the story!

“Wade what in the fuck knuckles have you drug my ass into this time I was enjoying my alone time in my new bed you fuck face and so help me god if I don’t get to go back to it I am going to rip your dick clean off of your body and shove it so far up your ass that you are going to be tasting your own cum for the next three months and then you’ll owe me more than 600 dollars for that shit you shit face mother fucker!”

Aspen Nightengale tone came out from her mouth and through her canines with a sharp tone that could slice through the toughest leather material due to the heat behind each word as she said she was in her new bed that she had spend a fortune on getting all of the right things for her to be comfortable enough to get a full blown rest for once in her life but right before she was brought into the sweet abyss that she was wishing for and dream up all of the hunky men that she had more than one fantasy about she got ripped out of the bed being dragged through a yellow tinted window of a portal by Wade Wilson or as everyone knew him to be is by his hero name the merc with a mouth Deadpool as he was now on the run from the TVA after making one to many district leaders angry with his use of Cable time travel machine and cleaning up timelines in his own words but that wasn’t what got him into this situation it was when he went and dig up the dead body of Logan Howlett or Wolverine thinking that it was a lie that he had been killed and died but the adamantium skeleton said otherwise before using it to take out a hoard of TVA guards trying to bring him back to headquarters to lock him up into a place called the void due to him not agreeing to help them with a undercover cover up to get their hands on a time ripper and take out one universe timeline after another and leave a single one known as the Sacred Timeline that was home to the Avengers and all of their stories and timelines.

But in the midst of all of this and dragging Aspen with him into the drama of it all after time hopping around on a hunt for another logan to bring to his timeline in order to restore the dead anchor being that was in his timeline and that was his logan that died due to his adamantium bones poisoning his body and causing his healing factor to give in slowly over the years before coming to a complete halt letting him die after saving X-23 from the mutant lab workers giving her a reason to continue on with her own fight and lead the new generation of mutants and x men to come with it.

After he came stumbling back into the TVA district headquarters with another logan of another time line he got laughed at in his face and called worthless for bringing the worst logan in all of existence into their timeline to try and fix it with him being nothing but a worthless no one that did nothing but make himself look like a failure and made a joke of the x men and mutants as a whole. After Paradox had a long laugh and cracked a joke or two about Wade being nothing but a nobody that didn’t matter to anything and then eating a sandwich to eat his feelings he got himself, Logan and Aspen got zapped into the middle of a garbage ridden graveyard of materials from a lot of timelines left to disappear into nothing but dust but also had figures inside that went against the TVA and their rules and wanted to make a mess of all of the timelines all together where they were all going to become food for Alioth or end up working for Cassandra Nova the twin sibling to that of Charles Xavier who was sent to the void before she was even able to walk let alone use her powers at their true and full ability.

Aspen upon coming out of her slumber from being zapped out of one universe into another she could see Wade and Logan going at it with one another with both of his katanas sticking out of logans chest and back and his baby knife stuck in his shoulder blade but before she was able to bring the fight to a close there was a convoy of vehicles heading their way and a man jumped down from one of the few towers in the area landing in a familiar type of pose to Aspen and Wade before removing the cowl on their head revealing someone that to Aspen would think was Captain America but he wore a different suit one that was stitched with only the number four on the chest and had the mouth of a sailor that could rival that of Wade himself before bursting into a human fireball flying around and attacking the oncoming convoy only for his flames to die out last minuet and leave him barreling down to the ground hitting his nuts on the large metal beaming of the tower and cracking his neck and back on the way down to the hard salt bed of the soil making a fool of himself in front of the three new comers.

“We don’t know him we thought we did but we don’t.”

Wade was quick to spill some sort of answer out of his guts before they spilt his in retaliation of everything going on but that only got more issues going on as Saber tooth got down off of the convoy squaring up against Logan ready to fight him to the death wanting to bring him into Cassandra’s grasp to try and wo him over to their side of the playing field to use his powers against the rest of the others in the borderlands of the void.

But there was no use in this either as the fight was over quicker than it even began as logan made quick work of his other timeline brother slicing his claws right through his neck beheading him and causing wade to go on a full blown gladiator type speech at the rest of the convoy only to get the three of them pulled into a giant magnet thanks to the metal on their body or in with the case of logan and Aspen and their metal bones.

Pyro gave out orders to the convoy and they got to work tying the four of them up into tight metal chains that they wouldn’t be able to break on their own and with Aspen, Wade and Logan being stuck to the magnet it meant that the three of them got tied together while johnny was all on his own. Wade wasn’t complaining about his situation as he was face to face down to the nose with logan as he mumbles things about Thor and the avengers the entire time before he came back to life out of his slumber earning a grumble and groan out of logan and Aspen as the entire time he was out in this state he had a raging hard on pressing into Logans thigh that even the work of his claws couldn’t get rid of only making it worse when he had tried to and on the other end of him Aspen was dealing with Wades hands fumbling around almost groping her the entire time that he was asleep thinking that he was having fun with Vanessa back in his room in his timeline.

“Oh, hi guys how long was I asleep for?”

Wade spoke in nothing but a confused tone not knowing why he was getting the death glare from both of his honey badger buddies as they let out more groans at him as he spoke.

“Not all of you was asleep you horny fuck.”

Logan grumbled out and Aspen gave a gruff huff in response with him before he offered to shake on it only for both sets of claws to impale through his thighs and the very tip of his very happy and loving penis inside of his suit wanting to be free thinking that it was vanessa pressed up against his back and butt making it even worse as johnny went onto explain in very vial details of what he thought about this Cassandra that ran the void and what he wanted to do to her body after he killed her earning a chuckle and simple oh out of Wade making even him go speechless which was a rare and hard feat to pull off for the merc with a never ending mouth.

The dragging went on for what seemed like hours but was less than that in reality as the convoy went through a gate made up of the body of Antman in his large form the skull still in tact inside of the helmet where the shadow started moving forward of Charles chair but it was quick to be revealed that it was in fact not Charles but it was Cassandra as they came to learn about going on a quip about not having a wolverine or lady wolverine in the void before using her powers to take the chains loose from the three of them but leaving johnny in his.

“Well, well well what do we have here? Deadpool’s are a dime a dozen around here in the void but Wolverines now that is a delicate find around here in the void and the two of us would be such a wonderful team I think I am going to enjoy this.”

Cassandra found herself smirking before motioning with her hands causing the chains to drop off of the three of them before turning to Johnny over on the other side of them still with his hands bound in the same metal.

“And I’ve been trying to catch this firefly for years now, johnny you picked the wrong time to try and make new friends, didn’t you? What have nothing to say to me johnny is that it?”

She let out little hums poking at his cheek smirking and giggling more as Wade started being Wade going on and tell her all of the vial things that he was saying about her in the convoy but him of course deny all of it and saying he didn’t even know what that stuff meant so there was no way for him to say it about her but it was useless as she was quick to snap her fingers and drag all the skin and muscle off of his skeleton leaving him standing there for a few measly seconds as his body registered everything in slow motion even blinking a few times before falling to the ground in a pile of blood and guts making wade let out a squeal of excitement before he was cut short by Cassandra putting her fingers through his skull to get to his inner thoughts as with her powers she had to be hands on unlike her other realm brother being able to do it with just a thought.

Aspen and Wolverine watched in horror as her fingers went in and out of his skull and the skin and muscle with it but no blood appearing anywhere as she prodded and started mumbling things to herself and clicking her tongue seeing everything that he had come to do before getting to the place that he was at now in the void.

“You will never fucking matter tch and you wanted to save the world how sweet, I almost feel sorry for you for thinking you would be able to pull that off in any world or realm truly Wade,”

Cassandra went on and on to the merc with a mouth and it seems that she had hit a nerve calling him out for not being able to save the world like he was wanting to and to get out of the void as he took out the baby knife from his side holster holding it up ready to go for her face before she made quick work of him and wolverine yet again with the flick of her wrist sending the knife down and sending wolverine under the ground and tossing him away leaving Aspen unscathed as she had yet to notice her being there in general as she was not of that much importance to her right now as she seen her not to have the best powers that could be used against her just like the wolverine.

Frozen she could only watch as everything went down before the giant smoke cloud in the distance grew bigger with flitz of purple lightning appeared being none other than Alios as Johnny had mentioned in his abridgment of Cassandra during the convoy ride to the base where they were sat up. Her mind was a mess of a puzzle before she got pulled out of it all as she could see Alios barreling towards them and the base before a pair of arms wrapped around her shoulder yanking her back and out of the daze that she was in with a low ruffled and graveled voice yelling at her with bits of spit hitting her cheek.

“GET A FUCKING MOVE ON DO YOU WANT TO GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING PLACE OR NOT?!”

It was logan pulling her out of it as the two of them made a run for a large robot type leg on the side before throwing something at wade’s head to get him to get a move on for the leg and to get out of the base and make a move to get somewhere safer and give them time to figure out how exactly they were going to get out of the void and with the help of the renegade group that johnny was telling them about back in the convoy again before wade got him killed.

Clearing the path of the storm monster Alioth the boosters on the sential leg were starting to fizzle and give out causing their clear path to go off course sending them crashing into the ground of a mountain top that was over looking some rather odd other worldly buildings half buried in the soil from being there for a long time. Hitting the soil Aspen was sent flying off to the side as the other two ended up on another side on top of one another and if one who didn’t know the situation they would think that they were up with some risky business with one another but in reality Wade had gotten one of his knives jammed into the ass of Logans suit and he was trying to get it out so he could stand back up and get his footing back and all Aspen got out of their back and forth was wade telling Blake or something along those lines bringing more confusion into the air as she walked up to wade smelling a quest but logan was quick to shut him up pointing out a building saying he smelt food which was something of a miracle to Aspens ears as she was in fact starving right about now and needed something to eat and think over everything that has happened so far.

Trashing the little diner all they could find that was edible was that of some cans of spam while logan was quick to find a thing of pure rubbing alcohol downing it against the wishes of wade as he was asking about the suit and what brought him to wear it and all sorts of shit while Aspen got herself in the very end booth her back facing the two men arguing back and forth paying no mind to her as she gagged down the spam thankful for it but hating it at the same time.

“That’s a good baby girl choke it down like the good girl you are.”

Wade’s voice made her jerk and shove the spoon back against of her throat and ended up making her spit it out right onto his face to which he didn’t really respond much to just laughing and making a few faces and wiping the spit off of his face with logan in the background twitching his nose ever in the slightest getting a whiff of something other than blood sweat and spam but thinking that it was nothing or that it was wade being a weirdo again.

Being at a loss of words Aspen stayed quiet as the three of them packed up and left the little abandoned diner looking for a lead to go with to find the group of outsiders before the smell of Deadpool was a lot smeller to logan and even Aspen before the ugliest fucking dog to the point of being ugly cute. Wade was at a loss of words seeing the creature as it was adorned in Deadpool gear before running up and jumping right into his now unmasked face using its longer than normal dog tongue going to town on his cancer eaten skin wagging her stubby but long tail.

Watching in shock that there was a dog form of the man Aspen turned to find another Deadpool running right at the four of them now but this one was without a mask looking more than normal compared to the wade she knew talking in a very Canadian accent holding his arms in a namaste pose.

“Sorry aboot that Mary puppins gets away from you for one second and she’s on the hunt for a new papa, nice to meet you I’m Deadpool and looks like your Deadpool as well but here in the void they call me nicepool but the rest of the Deadpool corps aren’t as nice as me they will out right kill you just for the shits and giggles of it all.”

Aspen couldn’t find anything to say but logan and wade on the other hand were different telling him to shut the fuck up cause it was free or something along those lines but she was awestruck still at the fact that there was more than one Deadpool or logan now with all of this shit going on but she didn’t catch that the borderlands were only 12 clicks away to the west and the offer of a ride to get them there thanks to nicepool.

Following behind the skipping figure Aspen could feel eyes on her in the back of her head as she followed as she was in the front of logan and wade as her longer legs let her keep in pace with him even with him skipping and singing songs aloud the entire time through a maze of corn to a tarp covering a vehicle as he promised to the three of them but upon pulling it off wade was beginning to throw a tantrum over it being a Honda Odyssey and going on with why it was awful and all sorts of shit but was quickly shut up by logan punching him in the face and telling him to get into the fucking car and shut it before snatching the dog and giving it back to nicepool letting him make run for it back into the corn.

Aspen ended up in the back as wade pretty much shoved her to the back giggling and saying something along the lines of Pookie Princess gets the Passenger seat and that jealousy was a bitch but she didn’t say anything about it shrugging laying in the back seat humming to herself as logan started driving out of the corn and through the desert area of the void heading for the borderlands that were hidden in a forest type of area and just as nicepool said it looked like it was going to be a 12 mile ride to get to the very beginning of the area.

“I know this thing sucks ass but please god tell me the bastard has some sort of radio reception because I need some fucking tunes!”

Wade let out a huff to himself poking at the buttons of the radio getting nothing at first but Aspen hearing and seeing this sat up humming before leaning forward over the center console before punching it causing the music to start coming through the speakers all around the three of them in the vehicle making her do a little victory wiggle fist bumping wade before going back to laying in the back of the car while logan kept driving ignoring the two of them shaking his head.

For some time it was only wade singing along to the radio before it changed to a song that Aspen knew all to well as in her civilian life that she’s been living for years hiding her mutant powers she was a singer at one of the singing diners and hearing the tone of the song made her hairs stand up on the back of her neck as she got excited to hear it again and wade took notice of this reaction smirking underneath his mask.

“Oh, looks like we got a singer in the making in the back here logi poo~ I wonder if she actually has the skill to make something out of this song come on princess be a good girl and sing for daddy will ya?”

Aspen choked back on her own tongue hearing this out of wade again but logan let out a tiny chuckle at her reaction rolling his eyes keeping them to the road ahead or well form of a road but for once spoke up as the song had a long intro.

“Are you and this clown in a relationship or something or is he just really flirty with you or something along those lines?”

His eyes met hers in the mirror waiting for an answer as she sat up starting to laugh holding to her side and clearing her throat,

“Quite the contrary I am not really dating him nor will I EVER because he is in love with a stripper who dos- “

“Ok shut up pussycat he doesn’t need to know everything but what about you logan what is the first thing that you are going to do if the TVA can fix your world?”

Aspen felt her body get launched out of the leather seats in the back barreling to the front over the center consol hearing a deep and throaty growl coming out of logan whose face was turning red with anger and it was making her feel some kind of way just at the sight and the sounds good lord have mercy it was bad.

“What the fuck did you just say.”

His tone was deep and gravled and it was clear to all of them that he was BIG mad and wade knew he was in deep shit now as his brain scrambled for an answer to get out of this one as he and aspen could smell the piss coming from him as his soaked through his suit.

“Uh what are you- “

“No before that what the fuck did you fucking say.”

“If…. They can”

“YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT YOU SAID THEY COULD FIX MY TIMELINE AND YOU FUCKING LIED!”

“I DIDN’T LIE IT WAS AN EDCUCATED WISH ALRIGHT!”

“Did you just say you made an educated. Fucking. Wish. Jesus fucking Christ the bald bitch was right you really are no hero fuck you can’t even get into the x men and they would take fucking ANYONE. You want to be a hero but can’t even hold a fucking relationship with a stripper really? You are fucking worthless, and I would say I wish you to die alone but its one of gods worst mistakes that you cant fucking die when all of that is left on US!”

Logans voice got rougher sounding and deeper with all of his screams of insults digging his claws deeper into the flesh of wade’s thigh and spit flying off his lip over the red material of his mask snarling more with each word before wade felt his heart drop and his mouth clamped shut.

“What got nothing to fucking say now merc?”

“I’m going to hurt you now.”

Aspen watched again as it turned to slow motion as his red fist hooked and connected with the adamantium bones in his nose causing blood to start pooling out of his nasal cavity against the stark yellow and blue of his super suit, the blood ran down the back of his nose into his throat before he was quick to spit it out against his red fabric mask and bash his head into the radio of the Honda making the music blare out again as it had come to a stop right before all shit hit the fan.

“At least put the girl outside of the car so she isn’t hit with any of this fucking shit and your big cry baby episode honey badger the readers wont like the girl getting drug into the middle of this if it isn’t consensual and a threesome and judging by the tags this shit aint for me big boy!”

Wade made motions with his hands towards aspen in the back pulling his claws out of his chest only for logan to look back and find her gone out of the car already giving wade a cheap shot to his face causing the fight to gain embers and grow larger and a lot more bloodier due to it.

….

The once blue Honda was now a dark shade of red due to all of the blood shed inside and outside of the vehicle but it was no longer at the same place in the woods as before as after the two men knocked themselves out from pure stupidity and anger another figure made themselves known and began driving off in the Honda driving and taking them to a hideout in the very back of the woods inside a overgrown sanctuary with statues of the Scarlett on the inside and other things belonging to old marvel heroes and x men alike.

Aspen was nowhere to be found on the inside when logan and wade came to only to be met with weapons to the face or cards coming from gambit for getting into his stash of liquor without asking but this only got a boo boo from logan as he got another bottle and started to down it.

“Uh where the fuck knuckles are our baby girl! LOGAN DID YOU LET THEM TAKE THE BABY?”

Wade was losing his mind after getting the weapons out of his face before another figure walked into the room but still not being aspen but that of x-23 or Laura as she wanted to be called showed her face glancing at logan a few seconds longer than normal for one to do.

“I brought you here don’t make me fucking regret it your our only shot at getting the fuck out of here or taking Cassandra down once and for all your friend is outside at the campfire didn’t want to be bothered by all of the chaos she knew was going to happen and I don’t blame her but I’m in for the fucking team up we will be leaving at fucking sun up and I don’t wanna hear any fucking bullshit about it either.”

Her voice was a grumble much like logans as she had been saved and raised in a way by the man before she watched him come to an end in her world which was the same world as wade but she was sent here all the same as he was due to her not wanting to come along quietly as she never was one to be silent.

Wade kept dancing around celebrating the team up of a lifetime and started discussing ideas with Elektra, Blade and Gambit for the following morning while logans ears twitched and he tuned into the sound of someone singing to themselves turning and taking his bottle of Jack with him he followed the sound of the singing curious and feeling a small feeling of familiarity with it.

“Have you heard about the lonesome loser? Beaten by the queen of hearts every time.

Have you heard about the lonesome loser? He’s a loser but he still keeps on trying.”

Outside a few feet from the hideaway aspen was sitting at the fire staring deep into it singing to herself low but with his hearing among the better he could hear it plain as day, stopping just outside he kept listening to her voice as she sang to herself and he could smell liquor coming from her direction but also salt as if she was crying but before he could make himself known and ask he could hear the sniffles from her nose giving it away.

“Logan, you staring at me isn’t going to help you know.”

Her voice turned quiet and soft getting his attention more as he made his way over to her taking a seat beside her at the fire spotting several empty once full fifths laying at her feet that would make a dent in his own collection if given the chance causing him to blink at how she was still sober enough to speak clearly let alone sing.

“Bub are you going through something mentally or something cause that. is a lot of alcohol and that’s coming from the alcoholic here, is it cause of the clown? Did he make false promises to you to cause right now he just pulled four more into a suicide mission in the morning.”

“Its five, I’m going sun up as well and I know I cant change your mind but I hope that you do to cause we- they cant do it without you logan wade was telling the truth about that with you that you know how to save people he just knows how to kill and get money out of it cause that’s all that he knows how to do and why I’m best friends with the fucking idiot as much as it gets me into trouble every. Single. Fucking. Time.”

Her knuckles turned white as her grip got tighter around the neck of the bottle in her hands but as she did this there was the ever so faint sound of a Schik trying to come through that logan knew all to well from his own self knowing and feeling that she was getting more and more upset.

“You gonna tell me your story with the clown?”

He took another shot of his own bottle watching her, his eye darting to the bottle in her hand and to her knuckles watching as she took in a deep breath to calm down and force her own claws back into their hiding spot.

“Sure why not cause I know I’m dying tomorrow more than likely, me and wade met around 10 years ago cause we both worked as mercs under the same company and we were pretty fucking good at our jobs with our records running up into the 1000’s with how much we made and our numbers in killing were getting to be up into the 100’s I was fucking happy I didn’t need to worry about anyone or anything cause me and wade were like a bonnie and Clyde type of team together he had vanessa and I had.., had a house or cabin rather in the woods for when I wanted a break from all of the killing. Hell I was working on a family to I loved him I really did yes the mother fucker was more stubborn than a mule at work on the farm but he was mine and the two of us knew that, he was a hero in mine and wade’s world everyone knew about him and looked up to him for it and all that he and his team did for us, I became a god damn merc and used my powers cause of him hell the first time he met me he tried to straight up murder me cause his team was sent out to take out a group of bandits that were kidnapping mutants to take back and use for their powers and breed more stronger mutants with their DNA. He thought I was one of the bandits which in reality I was cause I was paid to be one of the guards but when I see him I had to show my true self just to save my own ass that night, I was offered a new home with his team but when he wasn’t looking I made a run for it out into the night. I… I wanted nothing more than to join him that first time but I was just to scared of being welcomed and accepted by anyone so I just ran like I always have I ran and didn’t look back but that mother fucker used his fucking nose and followed me and made sure I was ok and kept trying to get me to join him and his team… I loved him so much… but now he’s dead and whatever parts of him are still out there have no memory of me because I made a deal with dr strange to erase me from all of their counterparts cause I didn’t… I don’t want to be hurt again.”

At this point her face was soaked in not just tears but sweat and snot as she was crying her eyes out going on about her past and the love that came with it that she had lost while logan was silent watching her feeling the pain and passion in every word she was speaking as he could relate to her in a way.

“What was his name who was he rather?”

She went to speak before passing out as the alcohol took hold of her, finally letting her slump over onto her pillow and blanket she had with her wanting to sleep outside.

“You are one mysterious mother fucking woman.”

Logan mumbled to himself, taking a spot on the ground by the fire making his mind dowing the rest of his bottle and passing out for the night as well.

…

Grunts, clashes of metal, gargles. These were the only things one could hear if they were to enter back into the base in the void from before as Cassandra watched from the eye socket of the giant skull holding her little trinkets from past bodies of variants she killed and took their things for little trophies.

“Now you three getting away and escaping I could’ve learned to live with but coming back here with a group of hooligans with a plan on killing me now that I cant forgive you for in any manner now I have one chance for you, either you join me and be al la carte on my force or food for alioth or I just outright kill you right now where you stand.”

Logan, Aspen and Wade stared down at the woman while the rest continued their fight below at any means to get juggernauts helmet off of his head to use against Cassandra, wade having no patience with the woman anymore went to attack her just to be flung over to the side yet again leaving just aspen and logan in front of her causing her to smirk more.

“The great and grand wolverine a monster among men and mutants alike, you and I could really make a pair we would be untouchable to anyone… but I want to know what you’re hiding away in that darling head of hair.”

Cassandra smirked more walking towards him sending his claws into the ground to pin him in place so she would be able to dig her digits into the flesh of his skull and get deep into his mind but before her fingernail could make contact to the flesh another Schik rang off the caverned skull as three more claws made their way into her flesh of her hand making her blink and pause and for logans eyes to shift over to Aspen.

“Well, well if you so insist then lovely lets probe that head of yours shall we?”

Flicking her wrists now both logan and aspen were stuck kneeling in front of Cassandra before she used both hands, one on each head to get into their thoughts and find all of their hidden secrets.

It was snowing, bright red blood was soaking into the pure white of the snow gargling sounds echoing out with cries of agony ringing alongside it.

“MAKE IT STOP PLEASE MAKE IT STOP ILL BE GOOD I SWEAR!”

A small child was crying holding her hands as they were pouring the blood and an older man looking down onto her with a knife in his hands that was soaked in her blood as he had sliced open her knuckles trying to cut out the claws hidden deep below her skin but found no matter how many he had cut out they would only grow right back a never ending cycle of growth within her body.

“I can’t stop them so your going to use them for my liking or else I will murder everyone you love and care about, now listen and go do your job bitch.”

The voice shifted to another male as time passed and the girl grew up over time before she was standing on guard at a underground lab full of children that held mutant powers crying out for mercy as the men in the camp abused all of them and those who in their words “Old enough to bleed” got used in other ways mixing DNA in hopes of making a superior mutant that could take out even the strongest of the X-men.

She felt a twitch in her nose and hairs standing up on her neck before she seen and heard the Heli ship landing near the lab and a loud echoing Schik ringing out as the legendary and ruthless X-Men started storming into the lab looking for all of the mutant children to get out of the lab and to freedom making quick work of everyone in their path working for the lab core that’s when everything froze for her as Logan, the Wolverine appeared his face struck in nothing but anger and a hunt in his eyes looking for blood, ramming his way into the room she was guarding his head jerked up from the floor staring her down growling and holding his claws out to the side ready to take her down in one strike but shaking in her spot she drops to her knees and dropped her guard putting her hands up letting her claws fly out with blood soaking her bones as her mutation caused her pain every time she used her power due to the past abuse of her father messing with the growth of her claws at such a young age.

“Please I don’t want to be against you I was forced into this at the risk of my mother’s life I beg of you have mercy on me Wolverine.”

Her voice was shaky but nothing but truthfulness with tears brimming and threatening to spill out of her sobering blue eyes earning a grunt from the man before he just nodded his head to Jean behind him who was waiting to escort the mutants back to the Heli ship but instead of getting on the ship she made a run for it.

Shifting again it got to the girl older and much more familiar to the one we know now in this time line as she was sitting alone in a barn tending to a few horses giving them grain before there was a sound of a motorcycle rolling up to where she was and a familiar smell that came with it that she knew from the past.

“Why are you here, you know I’m not going to go back and join you on the team Wolverine your wasting your time here with me I wont go.”

“Bub just call me Logan, while yes it would be nice to have you on the team we can help you hone in on your mutations and use them for the better and keep you safe… you don’t have to be alone anymore you know we all need someone to talk to or just sit with and you can have that with me and the X men, Jean she would love to have another girl around to talk to with Storm hell even Scott would like it.”

“Logan I…. I got you”

Aspen broke out of the haze as wade slammed juggernauts helmet over Cassandras head giving way for her to move back away letting the two of them take over from there and let her get her breath back into her body and control her emotions living through her past yet again seeing him over and over again still thanking the gods that he was still safe from knowing that her deal with strange wasn’t in vain. Standing back she watched as logan growled out something to the woman before she could only chuckle and let a single tear fall before pulling out a sling ring out of her pocket that Aspen knew belonged to a variant of Strang as it has his stones on either side of the rings forming the one as she used it with ease opening up a portal her way out of the void with the two.

“You have about four seconds before you become Alioth next meal.”

Cassandras words rang out as wade and logan made a run for the portal Alioth closing in a very quick rate of speed sliding Aspen made a run for it with wade and logan as the three of them just made it to the portal before they were food and making a run for Paradoxes TVA location in the subway to put a stop to the time ripper and save their asses and their timeline.

But like the snake she was Cassandra had other plans as she got ahold of Paradox and learned about the time ripper and quickly changed her mind wanting all of the timelines to be gone off the plane and into the void as she wanted to be the only one able to play god in this timeline and any other that would come after it in the future if they’re to be another. And this time she brought backup as the portal stayed open and the first to come through was dogpool yet again running for wade licking all over his still masked face this time thankfully but nicepool was right behind yet again but along with him was about 100 other Deadpool variants with their guns and swords loaded and ready to fight. Moving off to the side aspen searched for the quickest route to get to the subway and get to the time ripper to fix this mess as she didn’t want to lose logan again as it would kill her even with him having no memory of her, finding and setting her eyes on it she took notice that nicepool had been shot to the point of no return and very much without a head seeing wade doing cpr on the dead body cursing and going on before logan berranded him for getting him killed and calling him gods perfect idiot for having the healing factor.

“Nice try sweet cheeks but you aren’t hiding from us either.”

A cocky gangster Deadpool pulled her out of her spot that she was scouting from smirking holding his gun up to her head starting to pull the trigger before 6 claws came out of the side of his face knocking his eyes out of his mask and a very annoyed logan at her side.

“Can we please just get these assholes out of the way and go kill that mother fucking bald bitch for the love of GOD!”

Aspen could only blink in response shivering before pulling on her mask tucked into the back of her suit matching with Logan making Deadpool squeal and jump around with dog pool before the three of them started mowing through all the other variants making their way for the subway getting bathed in bloods of all kind thanks to all the bodies they were tearing through and Like a prayer playing in the background all thanks to wade and his fucking weird ways for some god damn reason or another.

One wave was over quick before every single one of them started coming back to life having the healing factor making logan groan out heavily but it was brought to an end as peter came biking in wearing one of wades old suits that was busting at the seams for more than one reason from the looks of it but getting them out of danger and allowing them to make a run for the time ripper only to find that Cassandra was already hands on with it, paradox explained how they could end it after logan held his claws up real close and personal to his face to get the answers out of him before making a run for it underground wade and logan arguing back and forth about it leaving way for Aspen to rush past the two of them and get into the chamber holding both matter and anti matter inside knowing that she will die doing this but she didn’t care cause she wanted wade to have his family and friends back and get Vanessa back to him and for logan to have what he needed to be known and to be loved by someone that would show him the right way and not hurt him and prove that he was the best logan.

Breaking open the orange tube she used her claws screaming out in pain using them again and yanking the coils free from the inside dragging and pulling at them to get them to loosen up all while Logan and Wade were banging on the door trying to get it open screaming at her to stop being a fucking idiot and that this wasn’t in the script.

With anti matter running through her arm and her entire body her memories started flashing through her again while she was reaching for the other coil of matter.

“Darlin, you know you cant keep hiding out here and being a lonesome loser at some point you need to come back and be part of society with me and the rest of the team.. Scott is driving me nuts I’m starting to think he has a crush or something on you from all the times he’s asked how you are doing when he sees me coming back from riding cause he knows I’m coming to see you. Charles said you don’t even have to fight you can just stay at the mansion and learn things we all just want you to be where you belong sweet heart you know this so please for me?”

Logan spoke in a soft tone his arms wrapped around Aspens waist kissing the top of her head as he held her in their living room with a small fire going on in the corner stove.

“Logan I am a monster I killed for money before you all found that lab I am no better than all of those bandits ill just end up hurting the kids or worse one of the team just let me stay out here where I know I cant hurt anyone and just be to myself and be with you in peace. Please…”

Her voice came out as nothing more than a whisper as she leaned into his kiss on her head feeling the tears bubble up and over the rims of her eyes yet again as he would make her feel soft and like the only girl on the planet with a single touch of his hand, one side grew cold as he moved his arm up tilting her head up by the chin leaning down and kissing her sweet and soft not pushing it to be anything deeper than a sign of affection for her before moving his hand and taking off his dog tags hanging under his shirt and putting them over her head and tucking them into her own shirt with a smile.

“Well since you wont come home to the mansion keep these on so I can find you alright darlin? Promise me never to take them off no matter what?”

Letting out another sniffle she looked up to him with a teary smile nodding her head and putting a hand over the tags.

“Over my dead body.”

“BITCH IF YOUR TRYING TO TAKE MY SPOTLIGHT WITH HUNKY HUNK YOU ARE DEAD WRONG THIS AINT IN THE SCRIPT BITCH BUT ILL WORK WITH IT! NOW CUE THAT FUCKING TRACK YOU BEAUTFUL BASTARD!”

Wade had managed to get into the chamber with her in the last second before the time ripper killed all of them in the timeline slamming his hand into the coil and grabbing it to form a circuit between the two of them sending out a shockwave that knocks logan out sending him flying out of the area and back to Paradox and the team as they watched through a feed of the rooms.

Another shockwave after another came from the two coils of matter and anti matter the energy causing wade and aspens veins to light up as if they were on fire letting out more screams together in agony from the materials the materials of their suits starting to shred from the anti matter coursing in both of them now, aspens suit tearing a hole near the neck as two flashes of metal could be made out on the monitor lighting up more with the matter as the meter for the timeline went down to 0 before skyrocketing to 100 with a huge explosion knocking out everyone in the general area.

…

“I will grant your wish Aspen, I will take you out of the memory of every logan that I am able to locate in the multiverse on one condition as it seems to be a theme with all of your and his variants and that is if you take off those dog tags or they break in some manner all of this is going to be undone and it’ll be for nothing understood?”

“Yes I understand please I don’t want him to be hurt by me anymore just get rid of it all now please I’m begging you strange.”

…

“Mother fucker if you think you were going to get off of this Scott fucking free you are d e a d wrong~ now cause of your wanna be a hero moment with yours truly big bad honey badger over here REMEMBERS EVERYTHING YOU WHORE! Yah if the dog tags didn’t tell him enough when he picked them up and slipped them over your head to read them better with his old man eyes it all hit him like a damn shit storm after one to many tacos at fucking Taco Bell with extra hot reaper sauce on top of it all and a black coffee with 8 shots of expresso and protein mix!”

“wade.”

Aspen could only groan out his name once but he kept going on and on even as they were eating shawarma with the welcome back of dog pool but he just kept going.

“WADE WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP OK I GET IT HE KNOWS NOW SHUT UP BEFORE I SHOVE MY FUCKING CLAWS SO FAR UP YOUR ASS THAT YOU TASTE ADAMANTIUM FOR THE NEXT MONTH!”

“Damn Baby girl has been antsy hasn’t she. Maybe he will sort out your issues or something/”

Wade got cut short as aspen got up leaving him behind heading back to her apartment not having been able to look at logan let along speak to him since she came to and figured out her deal was broken with strange but he wasn’t making any move to chase or speak so she didn’t pay mind to it figuring he had his reasons.

Climbing the stairs she kicked open the door to her apartment and threw off her suit to the hamper staying in her underwear before collapsing down onto her bed and passing the fuck out with a bottle of jack at her side.

…

A heavy knocking came to the door days later along with the begging and pleading sound of wade on the other side of the door before it gets slammed opened by a very annoyed Aspen with her claws out ready to kill.

“Jesus easy there baby cakes no need for the dommy mommy right now I just want you to come and celebrate my party with me and blind al and you don’t even have to do a line of coke! Please I made your favorite cake and everything.”

She went to shut the door in his face but wade held it open with his foot begging in all means of the word to the woman and she knew that she wasn’t getting out of this one making her grumble more.

“Fine give me two minuets to put on something decent I guess.”

…

As much as Aspen dreaded it she walked back with wade to his apartment and the second she got to his door she could SMELL him waiting on the other side of the door along with some other questionable materials thanks to blind al more than likely. Taking in a deep breath she pushed open the door to the unit and as expected was met with logan dressed in his usual attire being that god forsaken white tank top and jeans bunched up in all the right places that would make her want to drool and bark like a god damn dog in heat but she held it together smiling at him and sliding past him inside of the unit with wade.

“God damn Chicka your have got the real fucky fucky eyes on that hunky mc fucky at least buy me a drink or offer me a tape of the aftermath cause Jesus h Christmas on a stick you two have got some unattended to millennial old sexual tension going on right about now.”

“Wade.”

“Yes, sweet baby girl princess pookie bear what can I get for you?”

“Just shut the fuck up and give me a god damn bottle of jack will yah?”

…

Everyone was long gone past their limit as it was late into the night and early morning hours, wade and vanessa had fucked themselves out for the night in his room and all over the apartment really and blind al was snoring up a storm for the rest of the place while aspen was cleaning up the leftovers and mess as logan was gone passed out on the couch as the alcohol took the best of him after one to many due to a drinking contest he started with Aspen.

Tossing all of the trash bags out to their proper location she made sure everything was alright before heading out and going back to her unit but as she was walking, she could FEEL him watching her every move.

“Princess, are we really just going to keep going with this whole thing like I don’t know everything now or are you going to woman up and admit that I KNOW everything? That I have smelt you this entire time with a burning need for you that I can’t even begin to describe or what?”

Logan cornered her at the door to her unit putting his arm beside of her head as she was putting her key in the door leaning down closer to her face his whiskers tickling her cheek up to her ears and his claws caging her in his arms.

“Uhhhhhhhh………. Babushka?”

#wolverine x reader #logan wolverine #deadpool and wolverine #worst wolverine #angst with a happy ending #light angst #angst #drabble #one shot #my fic #babushka

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buddiebeginz · 2 years ago

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I agree I've been a part of many different fandoms and the hate people have for not just Billy but for those of us who love him and ship him with Steve is just pretty unbelievable at points it borders on obsessive with some of them.

I'd say the two worst times for this was during season 3 when there was a lot of Billy stuff around and surprisingly right after season 4. Even though Billy wasn't even really in season 4. I guess the show picked up a lot of new younger viewers or something because I feel like the vitriol amped up a lot towards him and us. I also think events that have gone in the real world in recent years have played a part in why Billy is more hated now than he ever was.

There was definitely people that hated Billy and hated us after season 2 but they just didn't seem as bad or as loud about it as they often are now. I think there are people who see Billy as an abusive racist and nothing more and they've decided to label anyone who thinks any deeper about this fictional character as supporting abuse and racism.

Never mind the fact that any of the scenes having to do with Billy and Lucas are clearly open for interpretation. Regardless of what the Duffers intended the scenes with Billy and Lucas or Billy and Max aren't clear cut just one way. More importantly Dacre himself specifically said he didn't see Billy as racist just that he was protecting Max ("if it were any other kid bothering her he would have reacted the same way") therefore he wasn't playing him that way and it clearly impacted how Billy came across on screen.

There's also the fact that many of us relate to Billy and his circumstances. Like Billy I grew up in an abusive family and because of that was a very angry person as a teenager. I don't get why so many in the ST fandom can't find a single ounce of empathy or ability to grasp that so many of us see ourselves in this hurting abused kid. They'll sympathize with Max and Eddie all day long but never Billy and never those of us who relate to him. Many of who are real world abuse victims/survivors.

Tbh I also put some of the blame on the Duffers for how the fandom is because look at how they've treated Billy. Not having anyone even talk about rescuing him in season 3, making him out to be monster at the end of season 4, talking about him like a villain in interviews. Them killing Billy off was hard enough to watch but the way they've basically written him off as this 2D 80's villain who deserved all the bad he got has been worse. They've basically used Billy to kind of vent out their frustrations on their childhood bullies and the fandom has used all of this to validate their hatred of Billy.

Even after season 3 people were literally celebrating the fact that he was killed off and to this day there is a portion of the ST fandom who say he got what he deserved. An abused, angry, teenager who didn't have any kind of support system. Who had no idea what the hell was even happening to him. Who gave his life to save everyone else. Deserved to die in one of the worse ways imaginable? I mean are you fucking kidding me?

And I'm not telling anyone they aren't allowed to dislike Billy there's plenty of characters I don't like either but what I don't get is the intense concentrated effort to hate on this character and the people who love him. The inability to grasp the fact that it's okay if you dislike him but it's also just as okay if other people feel differently. Someone liking a fictional character that you don't doesn't make them a bad person.

I've also seen people in the ST fandom try and humanize characters like Brenner and Henry or defend characters like Kali and El when all of them have done messed up stuff including murder. During season 4 I saw so many ST fans applauding El smashing Angela's face in with the skate when she could have literally killed her.

Meanwhile the worst thing we saw Billy do was be a dick to Max, grab and push Lucas, and his fight with Steve (which Steve started). Which both events that happened at the Byers happened after Billy had been attacked by his dad, was in a venerable state, and knew he'd be in deep shit if he didn't bring Max back home with him. He told Lucas "you're so dead Sinclair" which some in fandom have taken as a literal threat against Lucas' life but 1. It's said in anger after Lucas kicked him in the balls. 2. I don't think Billy was going to. He literally could have punched Lucas in the face the minute he grabbed him (look at his fight with Steve) and he hardly did anything at all. I'm not excusing Billy just these are the facts that so many in the ST fandom love to twist for their own narrative.

I just don't get why almost every other character on the show is allotted some kind of understanding for their mistakes but never Billy. I can't think of a single thing Billy did that warrants the kind of hate people have for him. Even if he was racist as some people believe he was. He was a teenager in the 80's who had a horrible, abusive, piece of shit role model for a father. Where exactly was he supposed to learn to be better and be more open minded? Cause it certainly wasn't going to happen living with his father. The fact is Billy could have grown and matured as a person. He was only 18 years old still living at home barely having experienced life yet. In most ways he was still just a kid. Honestly I feel sorry for those who refuse to see Billy as anything more than just a villain because it makes me wonder how they look at and judge people in the real world.

Sorry this got insanely long I didn't mean to hijack your post. I just always have a lot to say when it comes to Billy.

The hate for Billy and Harringrove genuinely perplexes me. I have shipped and loved characters that kinda deserve the hate they get but these two? Are you serious? In the grand scale of things they're saints

#billy #harringrove #sth!#bfan

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scenarioslovers · 3 years ago

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Paper Hearts || Jungkook

Every beginning has an end, and every end is the beginning of another story.

You thought your story would be endless. Five years ago, you got to finally marry the love of your life. The one whom you swore to stand by no matter what happened. The one who seemed so far yet so close. Your best friend and your support system. You thought this was the ending and the new beginning of your never-ending story.

Getting married to Jungkook was never easy. Considering his career and popularity he had to keep you a secret for a while, and marriage was never something easy to accept by his agency or his fans. However, he never gave up on the family you promised each other to make. Such a beautiful love story. Everyone was talking about it everywhere. The love story of BTS Jungkook and his non-celebrity girlfriend. The child who will grow up in a loving family.

Such a beautiful love… Such a beautiful family…

Then how could it end in such a way?

You looked at the paper in front of you on the dining table. Your eyes were watery, and your breath was caught in your chest. The paper wasn’t clear except for two heart-aching words. Divorce application form. Jungkook, your loving husband, the husband who loved you the most, was giving you a not-so-loving look. His face was grim with something that you couldn’t point out. Something empty and cold.

You have sensed that something was wrong for a while. You tried to talk to him about it, he dismissed your concerns. “Just work stress.” He’d spoken.

But it was more than work stress. Two months ago, he stopped playing with your daughter. He always came super late when you had already gone to sleep and left early before you woke up. Many other days, he would sleep out with one of his team members. “We finished late and had to continue work in the early morning. It would be a waste of time to go home for two hours only. I need to sleep more than that.”

With each excuse, your heart was breaking. Nevertheless, you decided to be patient. They were preparing for a huge comeback after a long break. They didn’t want to disappoint their fans. Especially Jungkook. He had to work harder, for him to prove that his marriage didn’t really ruin his image as an idol. The pressure on him was too much, you wanted to support him. So, you let him be. You broke your own heart, for him. For his sake. It was just for a small period.

Never have you ever considered that he was preparing himself for a divorce. Never have you ever considered that he would leave you and your daughter.

You thought your love was much bigger than that. You passed through so many hardships that an end to your endless seems… ridiculous.

“Is this your April fool joke?” You tried to smile, to deny your reality.

Jungkook ran a hand over his face that slid into his smooth hair to rest on the back of his neck. “I cannot do this anymore. It’s too much for me.”

Your mouth dropped in an O-shaped, shocked. “Too much for you?” You couldn’t prevent a sob from skipping your throat. “Have I ever done something wrong?” You couldn’t think of anything you had done. No matter how much you thought about it. There was nothing. You were always trying to be as understandable as you could be.

“It is …” Jungkook gulped before shaking his head. “I am sorry, Y/N. This marriage was the biggest mistake of my life.”

Your eyes widened and you were shaking hysterically. You haven’t noticed the young human being standing by the door until you heard “Mom” in a small voice.

Your chair fell on the floor and there was a loud thud when you stood suddenly in surprise and disbelief. Nabi was standing by her bedroom door. Her small frame couldn’t be seen until now. She was only four years old, and she had to listen to her father saying that to her mother.

Tears were now running down your cheeks as you ran to your daughter before shooting an angry look at Jungkook, who was now standing in disbelief too.

“Why? Why are you up, Nabi?” You asked her, wondering how much she had heard.

“I was sleeping.” She said in a sleepy voice. “I want to pee.” She looked at you. Her small hand reached for the tear on your cheeks as she wiped it off. A gesture you always made to her when she cried. “It will be okay, mom. You are okay, mom.” She repeated the same words you would tell her when she fell to the ground and started to cry.

If there was a sound for the heartbreaking, you could hear it in your chest. Your heartstrings were pulled so hard that they started to pull off from their place. Leaving your heart without strings for it to sing anymore. Like a broken guitar, your heart had become.

“That’s true.” You nodded, trying to swallow away from the pain. “I will be okay. Let’s go pee, Nabi.”

She looked over your shoulder and smiled at her dad. “Dad is here. I want to play with Dad”

“Next time, butterfly. Next time I will get you something nice to play with.” Jungkook said behind you. You refused to look at him. If you did, you weren’t sure what you would say or do. The whole situation was ridiculous to you. How could a single person decide to break down a whole building after working on building it for so long?

“Dad hates Nabi,” Nabi said as tears started to form in her eyes too. “Dad isn’t playing with Nabi.”

“Dad is just busy. He loves you.” You assured your daughter of the fact that it should never change. If Jungkook’s feelings toward you had ended, his love for his daughter would never stop. You were telling Jungkook that his daughter didn’t deserve to have a broken family suddenly.

You stood up on your feet, with your daughter hanging in your arms. “I will take her to the bathroom and put her in bed. Wait for me, I will sign the paper for you.”

A relief look was placed on Jungkook’s face as he mouthed a thank you. Your stomach twisted in the most horrible way ever.

If Jungkook was ever forced to marry you, he wouldn’t look as relieved to get rid of you as he did right now.

After your daughter when back to sleep, you and Jungkook sat on the sofa. The very first furniture you bought with him for this house, for this family. Each of you was sitting at the very end of both sides of the sofa. As if you were the same pole of magnate that kept pushing each other apart.

“I will sign the paper for you Jungkook.” You said again after a moment of silence. “I just want to know, why? You didn’t even consider Nabi’s life living in a broken family. The poor girl.”

“I am sorry, Y/N. I know I am being selfish right now.” He said in a small voice. “It’s that I kept feeling that we will not work anymore.”

“You don’t love me anymore?”

“I do love you. You are my first love, my best friend, and my… wife…my daughter’s mom.” With each word, his voice is becoming smaller and smaller. “I love you, but not in the same way anymore.”

“You…” Once again tears were threatened to fall down your eyes. “You haven’t even tried to fix that.”

“How can you fix someone’s heart?”

“Jungkook, you could have talked to me about it. You could have just said something, we can find a solution together. But this…” you stopped, to stop yourself from breaking down. “This… you made the decision on your own.”

“I made the best decision.” He sighed as he pushed the paper towards you. “Please sign them, let’s break free from each other.”

You couldn’t believe him or his words. He was acting as if he were in a prison and divorce would set him free. This was all a joke. You wonder where his love has gone to.

“You…” You collected yourself, as you met his eyes that you were avoiding for so long. “You are in love with someone else, aren’t you?”

He didn’t say anything, but you could see it all in his eyes. The regret of falling out of love on his own, him falling in love with someone else. His love wasn’t for you anymore, you could tell. He was about to apologize again but you shook your head interrupting him.

“DON’T.” You snapped, as your body tensed in its place. “Don’t apologize Jungkook. You can’t fix someone’s heart… right?”

After a long silence between the two of you, your tears dried down your cheeks as your reality hit you. You just woke up from the fairy tale world you were creating for yourself. You weren’t as special or lucky as you thought. Just another human being living in a cruel world, with cruel human hearts.

“Can we at least make things seem normal? For Nabi? She is just 4 years old. She needs you in her life. Don’t abandon her too.”

“Of course, I will always be here for her.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You sniffed before reaching out for the pen and signing the divorce paper. Once again, your love for him broke your heart. You couldn’t hang on to him if he wanted to leave. If he already had someone else in his heart, there was no need to try and make things work with him anymore.

“Thank you-”

“Please stop!” Your voice was higher than you intended. “Stop, you are literally destroying me right now. So don’t thank me, Jungkook. Don’t.”

“Can we at least stay friends?” He asked and you gave him leaser eyes look.

“Please leave, you probably don’t want to make her wait for you.”

“I didn’t cheat on you, Y/N.” Jungkook said, “I have never cheated on you. This divorce is because I don’t want to cheat on you.”

You rolled your eyes as you pushed the paper to his chest. “We are done here. Enjoy your night with her.”

Biting on his lower lip, he stood up as he walked out of the door, closing it behind him carefully not to wake your daughter up.

You could feel the vibration of the door closing beneath your naked feet that was touching the ground. Once Jungkook was gone, the realization hit harder. There was no more Jungkook in your life. You were alone in this world. The one true love in your life left you thirsty in the ocean with no drinkable water.

You tried to stand on your feet, but they also betrayed you. You had no strengths whatsoever in your body anymore.

A sharp pain suddenly snapped in your stomach. It was so painful your eyes blurred for a second. Panicking, you reached for your phone to call Jungkook for help. However, calling him wouldn’t do him any good. Even though he was the fastest option, he was the most difficult option. Instead, you called the person whom you haven’t called for 5 years. Your friend whom you lost as time passed by.

The pain was getting worse, it was impossible to bear when the person finally picked up the phone call.

“Y/N?”

“Taehyung, please.” You breathed hard. “I don’t want to lose this baby. Please help.”

The phone dropped to the ground as you lost your focus. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you rested your head on the back of the sofa.

You really didn’t want to lose the baby that you kept inside of you for three months now. It was the last thing Jungkook gave to you. You cannot give up on it too.

Closing your eyes, trying to distract yourself from any negative thoughts, you hoped that Taehyung would arrive as soon as possible.

A/N:

Kindly let me know what you think and if you would like to have a second part?

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