#like most of my clothes are either hand-me-downs from my sisters or stuff that i bought like 5 years ago

[captainamericasmotercycle]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a fic with Jacaerys x sister! Reader where they are at a gala/feast and ppl keep flirting with reader so Jave gets jealous and stuff. So when they go to their room at the end of the feast Jace makes her ride his face and makes sure she’s loud enough for everyone to hear that she’s his.

warnings: typical canon incest, jace x sister!reader (father is not specified), no dance of the dragons au, 18+ minors DNI, jace hates aemond in every universe, everyone lives au!!!, jace eating u out like a man starved, nyra and daemon giving kris jenner vibes???, cursing, the targtowers and targaryens are besties (kind of)

For your younger brother Lucerys’s name day of ten and five, your family decided it would be best to throw a feast for him.

He was becoming older and would soon inherit Driftmark, he needed a celebration to show that he is becoming a man and no longer a mere child.

Since your mother became Queen and your older half-brother became her heir, many people were interested in the lives of the royal family, so Luke’s name day was flooded with people from all over Westeros.

You were all dolled up in a fancy gown, you hair was braided so elegantly and intricately, and you moved with such grace that most eyes were on you throughout the night.

Luke joked to Jace that you may be able to find a lord husband tonight, but at his suggestion, Jace tensed up and his face hardened.

You sat with your family at the elevated table, you mother was in the middle, Daemon next to her, his daughters on his side of the table, you sat between Jace and your mother, and then sat Luke, Joffrey, Viserys, and Aegon.

You watched in awe at the celebration, only imagining how grand a wedding could be.

People danced, wore lavish clothing, gorged themselves in the food, and occasionally approached the table to offer up gifts to your brother for his name day.

It was about halfway through the night when highborn men started to approach you, which was uncommon up until recent.

Every since you had turned ten and eight, and became more developed in certain places, you were consistently approached for your hand.

Lord Oscar Tully was the first to approach your table, you smiled gently at him, knowing his new situation.

“Hello, Princess. You look lovely tonight.”

You felt heat rush to your cheeks, a dark color dusting your cheeks, he was quite the charmer, and not bad looking either, “Thank you, Lord Tully. I heard about your grandsire, I offer my deepest condolences.”

He nods solemnly, “Thank you, Princess. I may have lost my grandsire, but I have gained a deep power and a great kingdom… one I hope you will consider in your future.”

You smiled gently, “I heard the Riverlands are beautiful, I would most definitely love to see them someday. Is there something I can do for you?”

“I just wanted to come and offer you some company, if you’ll have me?”

You looked to your mother who smiled at you, knowingly. You looked back to the young lord and nodded, “I’d love to.”

You came around the table, taking his arm in yours as he led you to the floor to dance.

Jace’s gaze hardened and he downed his cup of wine, slamming it down on the table harsher than intended. Luke and Joffrey giggled at him, Viserys and Aegon following their older brothers’ actions.

Luke leaned over to his brother, “Careful, your face might get stuck like that.”

“Shut up, Luke.”

“I’m just saying…”

“He’s not good enough for her—”

“You say that about every man and I could hardly agree with you, most of the Riverlands looks to House Tully for direction and leadership; she would be in a great position there as their lady.”

“Do you want me to leave the table and kill myself?”

“All I am saying is that maybe you should focus on yourself instead of our sister… you need to wed as well, create heirs for the Seven Kingdoms.”

Jace rolled his eyes, “You sound like Mother.”

Rhaenyra whipped her head to her sons, “I think he is right, Jace.”

“Of course you do.”

“You are too invested in something that does not concern you Jacaerys. Perhaps you need to start looking for your own Lady Wife.”

“I do not wish to wed.”

“I hate to tell you, but your wishes do not matter to the Seven Kingdoms.”

Jace sighed, moving his gaze back to you and Lord Tully. You smiled as the two of you danced. Jace’s jealously only grew as he watched.

Oscar Tully was not good enough for you, no one is good enough for you… except Jace himself.

As the song ended, a new one started. Luke left the table with Rhaena, Joffrey and the twins were led to their chambers to be put to bed, your mother was in an intent conversation with Corlys and Rhaenys, and you had just been approached by Gwyane Hightower.

From the look on Gwyane’s face, Jace knew Gwyane was being smug with you, he scoffed, thinking that you would never be charmed by him, but when he saw you smiling, standing too close for comfort to him, he almost puked his supper all over the floor.

You danced and flirted with Gwyane Hightower for a bit of the night, making Jace more and more jealous.

As you finished with Gwyane, you returned to your seat, a big smile on your face.

“Enjoy your dance?” Jace asked, venom lacing his tongue.

“I did, as a matter of fact, Gwyane is… such a lovely knight. He’s a knight… did you know?”

Before Jace could respond, you were hugged lightly from behind by Helaena. She kissed you gently on the cheek, “Quite the collection of suitors you have assembled tonight.”

You giggled lightly, “I know! Quite fun, to be honest.”

Jace grunted from beside you, making you and Helaena both turn to him, “Are you alright?”

“Just fine,” he held his lips in a thin tight line.

You went back to your conversation with Helaena about her uncle, Gwayne and Lord Tully, when you were finally met by another suitor.

“Sister. Niece. Nephew,” Aemond stood in front of you, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“Uncle,” you looked at him with raised brows.

“I was just wondering if you would join me for a dance. I’ve seen all of these useless men that call themselves suitors and figured you needed a more distinguished partner, such as a prince.”

You blinked slowly at him, Helaena nudged you with a smile. You quickly glanced at Jace and thought he looked like he was about to roll over and die.

You stood and came around the table to meet him, you took his offered hand, “Let’s see how well you dance, Uncle.”

Helaena watched the two of you walk away, “A great pair, the two of them, they’ll be fantastic together,” she took a grape off your plate, popping it in her mouth and walking off.

This was Jace’s last straw, seeing you dance with Aemond might have been the most painful thing he’s ever done in his entire life. After watching for just a couple moments, he could not stand it any longer.

His mother rolled her eyes, watching him seethe, “Jace.”

“What?”

“Go get her.”

“What?”

“Go. I can see it in your eyes.”

Jace stood, rushing down to you and grabbing your arm, stealing you away from Aemond.

You followed him, shocked at the sudden behavior. He yanked you to his chambers, leaving the doors open.

Once in his room, you pulled away from him, “Jacaerys! What is the meaning of this?”

“You! You are the meaning of this!” His yelling made you take a step back, he stalked up, putting his hand on either side of your face, holding on tightly, “You think you can tease me like that? Taking any man who offered his hand?”

“Jace-”

“You know they are no good for you. They may be nobles, but are they heir to the Iron Throne? You are simply doing this to upset me.”

Your voice became small, “I did not mean to upset you.”

You could feel wetness pooling in your small clothes beneath your gown. He shoved his face into yours, harshly smashing his lips on yours.

You stumbled back at the forced, you pushed him back to take a breath and think about what you are doing. After a couple deep breaths, you rushed at him, nearly mounting him.

He groped and grasped at every part of you, you doing the same to him. His lips moved down to your neck, sucking lightly at it.

You threw your head back as his teeth grazed the sensitive area of your neck. The two of your shuffled your way to his bed.

“Jace… the doors, someone might see or hear.”

“I hope they do.”

“But—”

He pushed you on his bed, “I want them to hear how good your brother can make you feel, how they will never be me, how they will never taste you.”

He spread your legs, pulling off your underclothes. He grabbed your thighs, flipping you to straddle his face.

You fell forward, steadying yourself up with your hands. You pushed yourself up back in a sitting position.

Jace yanked at your legs, pulling you further down onto his face. You felt his nose buried into your cunt, rubbing against your sensitive bud.

You were about to voice your concerns about suffocating him, but you suddenly gasped out as you felt his tongue lick a long stripe down your maidenhood.

He thrusted his tongue in and out of you roughly, you screamed out for everyone in the hall to hear, “Gods! Jace!”

Visceral animalistic sounds came from the back of your throat, sounds you had never heard before.

In the hall, the attention of the crowds was taken by your yells, guards grabbed at their swords, you mother rose suddenly at your scream, Daemon was on his feet and ready for an oncoming attack.

One of Jace’s personal guards came rushing into the room to promise that no one was in danger and that the two of you were… together in his chambers.

Your mother and Daemon’s faces instantly reddened. They shared a look of embarrassment and pride. On one hand, as your parents, they wanted to kill you both, but as the Queen and King Consort, they knew the realm would be in their children’s hands at their demise.

Tears rolled down your face as Jace fucked you with his tongue. You had never felt such pleasures in your entire life. It made you understand why lowborn men seek out such endeavors at the disloyalty of their wives.

Jace couldn’t get enough of you. You tasted sweeter than anything that’s ever touched his tongue. His tongue moved faster as you panted, moaned, and groaned above him.

As his pace quickened, you felt a tight coiling in your lower stomach.

“Jace… fuck!”

At your vulgarity, he quickened his pace. You came fast and harder than you ever thought you could. Jace took all of your juices into his mouth, not leaving a drop of your sweet release.

You collapsed next to him, panting outrageously. He lay next to you, breathless, laughing to himself. You grabbed a pillow, hitting him the face with it. He took it from you, tossing it on the ground.

He came to hover over you, trapping you beneath his figure. You leaned down and kissed your lips gently, you could still taste your arousal on his lips.

You stared at him with a smile, “I suppose you think making the entire Keep believe we were under attack is funny?”

“It was not I that made them think we were under attack. If I am not mistaken, it was you screaming your head off.”

“You were the one who yanked me away from the celebration.”

“Yes, but you were the one who made me.”

You scoffed, sitting up against the headboard, “Made you?”

“Yes, dancing with that Tully, the fucking Hightower knight, and worse of all, Aemond.”

“Mmm, sounds like you are jealous?” You taunted him sarcastically.

“They are not deserving of you.”

“And you are?”

“I am the heir to the Iron Throne and your blood. I am the most deserving.”

“So are you suggesting I should become Queen one day?”

“Hmm, I do not remember offering my hand to you to wed…”

You hit him in the stomach with the back of your hand, “You just had the entire Seven Kingdoms hear my screams while you were buried up my dress. I would slaughter you and become the heir myself if you did not ask for my hand after that.”

He took your hand in his, kissing the back of your palm, “I shall talk to Mother in the morn.”

You stared at your intertwined hands, “We should return…”

“You think we are able to return after the little show we put on?”

“I suppose you are right,” you sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder.

He got up, leaving you on his bed. He walked to his chamber doors, locking them.

He returned to you, laying on his back, “Perhaps we should just rest now, we shall deal with our consequences tomorrow.”

You lay with him, resting your head on his chest, he brought his hand to rub your arm, coaxing you to sleep.

He pressed a couple kiss to your hairline, “You will be my wife soon enough, dōna tala.”

[serendipitous-girl]

𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞

⊱✿⊰ summary: your family wants to protect you but its impossible with the life you all lead

⊱✿⊰ warnings: kidnapping, minor torture, it will be angsty, almost dying, spitting on your face, the joker deserves his own warning tbh

⊱✿⊰ notes: this is for skye because she wanted some angsty batfam stuff and here we are. I am just shitting on the page and hoping words form at this point. I hope you enjoy and feel free to send me requests. Also this is a platonic fic sorry if you were hoping for romance action

⊱✿⊰ tags: @kozumesphone @fizzywashere87 @fashionablysouly @witherwallflower @goldierey

@finleyforevermore @baecakie @gergthecat @mqstermindswift @anyas-shitposting69 (comment on this or send me an ask if you want to be added to my DC taglist)

"Well, well, well. Looks like baby bird got caged." The clown sneered, leaning close to your face. You scrunched your nose and tried to scoot away despite the ropes scratching your wrists raw.

The Joker's finger runs along your cheek, a horrific grin on his face as he stared at you. You tried to keep a brave face, you tried to act like the domino mask over your eyes was really a shield. You tried to act like your dad, Batman.

Maybe it was your fault you got kidnapped. He said you weren't ready to go out and patrol with your family, but you went away. You stole one of Damian's mask and put on the most costume adjacent clothes you owned.

"Where should I start, little one?" Joker asked, breaking your train of thoughts. Placing blame would be set for another time. Not now, its not time yet. "Should I give you a smile that matches mine? Should I turn you into a firey decoration before dear ol' daddy bat gets here?"

You winced, trying to prevent the ice filling your veins and the fear weighing your stomach down. The Joker grabbed a knife from his table that had numerous weapons littered on top. Carefully the cold metal of the blade brushed against your skin, not harsh enough to cut just yet. He wanted to scare you first.

•───────────•°•❀•°•──────────•

"I am going to kill that son of a bitch." Jason growled as soon as he heard the news. Bruce gathered the family in the batcave, and explained the Joker had kidnapped the youngest of the family- you.

"Jason, I understand your frustration but we can't act with haste. I won't let her face the same fate you did. I won't make the same mistake twice." Bruce replied, already dressed as Batman. He was doing his best to stay professional despite his fear being ever present.

"I don't want to wait too long either." Dick added, crossing his arms over his chest. Everybody was tense, wanting their sister to be safe once again.

"I'll find where that stupid clown is keeping [Name]." Tim said, standing up and rushing towards the computer before anybody could even reply. Barbara silently followed, knowing she would be the most help to Tim.

Bruce looked at all of his family and nodded, "We'll find her and get her back."

•───────────•°•❀•°•──────────•

Your throat was hoarse and tears had dried on your face. There was no point to fighting it anymore, you only hoped he would kill you soon.

"Aw but doesn't the bird look good with her wings marked?" The Joker chuckled, slicing yet another line into your arm. The cuts were deep, sure to scar, and they were deliberate. You could only guess what he was spelling on your arms.

With the amount of blood flowing down your arms like a red river, it was to no surprise you were fading in and out of consciousness. That would be nice, at least you wouldn't be awake while he tortured you.

You almost settled into the pain, eyes fluttering close to let yourself rest, when you heard a crash. Glass was broken and there was yelling everywhere.

The Joker grabbed your face with his hand and forced you to look forward, where you saw your family (the only thing disguising their horrified looks were their masks)

"Looks like they showed up in time for you, baby bird." He grinned, spitting on your cheek. You were too tired, too fragile to even bother being disgusted. It was better than the cutting.

"Let her go and I'll think about not crushing your head into the wall." Red Hood barked out, already aiming his gun at The Joker. You tried to pay more attention but you were fading slowly,, ready to force your body to rest.

The Joker dropped your body like it was nothing, your face smashing into the concrete. It hurt, pain forming in your forehead but it was a distraction from the blood oozing out of you.

Despite your best efforts, you finally blacked out. The last thing you saw was your family lunging at the Joker, rage thick in the air.

Light flooded your eyes, fresh air blasting your lungs. You were laying down on something soft and warm, contrasting against the mildly scratchy fabric on your skin. You blinked your eyes a few times, forcing them to focus despite the dull ache pounding in your head.

"You're awake." Damian said, apparently sitting beside you. It took a little while but you realized you were in the personal hospital at the manor. He had a few scratches and bruises but nothing as horrific as the scars on your skin (and in your brain.)

"Wha-what..happened?" You croaked, throat feeling like sandpaper. Like magic, Dick appeared with a glass of water you gratefully took. The liquid in your throat was almost heavenly in the way it made you feel infinitely better.

"The Joker kidnapped you and we rescued you." Your father explained calmly, not bothering to add details. Which was probably good for you, the devil's in details.

"I'm glad your back, sis." Jason said, making you suddenly aware of his presence in the back of the room. Your entire family seemed to be in here, ready to see your betterment. Despite he general aversion to touch, Jason wrapped you into a hug.

Of course, everybody else joined in (forcefully or not) for a big group hug. You laughed, despite the hollow of your heart, watching as Tim was pushed into the hug by Dick.. It was ridiculous having a group hug after a traumatic event...how family sitcom could you get?

But somehow, it felt good to be in the arm's of your family. It felt like home.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[gatorbites-imagines]

i was wandering if you can write bane x reader [ i'd ascent to god if its trans/ftm reader, it's ok if you can't or dont want to write it :) ] with a big size difference that's all! have a good day/night and take care of yourself <3

Bane x FTM reader

Headcanons

Still have no internet in my apartment, but luckily my sister is letting me visit her place to do assignments, so I can upload stuff from there.

This is based off of comic Bane more than anything, but i cant really find any gifs of that guy, so comic panel it is.

All in all, I don’t think it matters much to Bane that you are trans. It isn’t something he would see as a dealbreaker, or even care too much about. As long as you guys get along and both have feelings for one another.

Bane is extremely smart too, so if you can’t legally find ways to get treatment, then he would probably know at least 10 different ways to get the result you need.

If you want to build muscle, then Bane is also your guy. He knows as much as one can about the process of working the body and getting the result you want, so he would be able to help you get the look you want, even if you aren’t on any testosterone or hormone blockers.

If you want to work out then Bane could also help you out if you aren’t one for top surgery, as you can get a similar look through the right diet and workout routine. But if you want top surgery, you bet he’s taking care of you afterwards, since he would know a thing or two about medical procedures.

Bane being who he is probably also knows different ways to get you to the hormone level you want, but he would most likely avoid doing anything as drastic as his own mix up with chemicals and the likes, unless that’s what you are trying to go for as well. Would make sure you knew all the dangers first though, just in case.

If you want neither and don’t care much for hormone treatment, surgeries or even presenting masc, then it doesn’t pose any issues either, since Bane wouldn’t really care. Hes one of those “wear whatever you want, I can fight” kinda boyfriends. As long as you are happy and comfortable, then he is comfortable and happy.

He seems like a big scary dude, but Bane would be very respectful of you and how you present yourself. Gives very much “big scary dog privilege” when you guys go out, and you do go out sometimes, as I could imagine some of the bats would let you two go on dates, as long as Bane isn’t causing any trouble. You’ll have to live with being shadowed the entire time though.

The huge size difference also strengthens the whole scary shadow thing, so even if people wanna be transphobic too you, they sure as hell don’t dare to do so, since Bane is towering over literally everyone there with muscles that could kill.

Sharing clothes with Bane would also be entertaining, since hes so much bigger than you. Even just his tank tops would hang off you and slide right off you. You would have to tie it with something or tuck it into your pants with a belt, and even then, it would still look super baggy.

You don’t get the chance to borrow his mask, since he needs it himself. But I could see him finding it kinda sweet if you worked the pattern or colors into your own style. It also helps to tell anybody who wants to hurt you that you hand in hand with Bane. So, crossing you is crossing Bane, even when he’s locked away in Arkham.

The extreme size difference also means you can climb him like a tree, like hanging onto his back like a backpack, or hanging around his neck with your arms without your feet being able to touch the ground if he stands up straight.

You being Banes lover also probably becomes some of the “in the know” knowledge around Gotham. The bigger fish know not to mess with you since Bane would be breathing down their necks if they as much as thought about it.

But being Bane’s partner also means you’d know how to protect yourself and even kill if need be. Being much smaller than him and also being trans puts you at risk, so your lover would want you to know how to take care of anybody that tries to harm you when he’s not around. So, you end up knowing how to use a lot of different weapons and fighting styles one way or another.

But in the end, Bane is a respectful guy whose too damn smart to let you being trans get in the way of a relationship. Your big size difference is also cute in his eyes, since he can easily pick you up or just wrap you in his arms. It’s pretty damn great.

[angelicsoka]

MAKE A PART 2 OF THE HUGHES SISTER X TREVOR I NEEDDDD TO KNOW HOW HED REACT

LITTLE TALKS, t. zegras 

part one <3

word count | 1.3k

pairings | trevor zegras x fem!hughes!reader, platonic!luke hughes x sister!reader, platonic!quinn hughes x sister!reader, platonic!jack hughes x sister!reader, 

summary | the youngest hughes sibling begins to amend her relationships

warnings | mentions of self-harm and depression. not proofread. based loosely on the song little talks by of monsters and men. no use of "y/n". lowercase intended. uses of the nicknames for reader include: sunshine, love, pretty girl, & babe. i think that's it??

a/n | i’ve been on a writing SPREE, so here’s this <3 

i don't like walking around this old and empty house

so hold my hand, i'll walk with you, my dear

the stairs creak as you sleep

it's keeping me awake

it's the house telling you to close your eyes

and some days i can't even dress myself

it's killing me to see you this way

she looked in the mirror, an exhausted look on her face. her hair was greasy and disheveled, her eyes held bags under them. she sighed at the pathetic sight that was her, tears welling in her eyes. she had barely slept and when she did it was for long periods of times. her clothes were wrinkled and clearly worn, and she knew she smelt. yet, it took so much effort just to get up and take a shower. 

her brothers had been trying to get her to go out with them, and when that didn’t work they tried to start with simple stuff: quinn would cook her favorite meals to get her to eat with them. jack would set up games and movies for them, and luke helped her clean up her room. most of the time, however, she was in her room either sleeping or trying to sleep. but today she had to be up, she had to shower. 

she broke her gaze from the mirror, turning to run the shower. she discarded her clothes, ignoring the scars that littered her body. she stepped in, her body relaxing against the hot water. it stung, but she didn’t even seem to notice. she was stuck in her head, worried about seeing trevor; about talking to him.

time passed faster than she would’ve liked. the water had begun to run cold, forcing her to finish up and turn off the shower. she began to towel dry herself, taking her time to avoid seeing him. she sighed as she put on her clean clothes, the feeling of finally being clean made her feel just slightly better. she exited the bathroom into her room, throwing the clothes in the hamper as she passed. she heard voices coming from the living room, one voice she could always pick out: trevor zegras. 

for a moment she contemplated how she could get out unnoticed. maybe she could sneak out through the backdoor when he wasn't looking or jump out her bedroom window, although the fall would probably cripple her. she sighed once more, deciding that she needed to talk to him, to explain; he deserved that much.

she reached for her doorknob, panicking internally as she twisted it open. it had been months since she had seen him in person, but he looked no different from the last time she had seen him to now. she saw him sitting on the couch with jack, the two of them catching up. she slowly walked down the stairs, a creak catching their attention. trevor’s head whipped toward her direction, an unreadable look on his face. she wanted nothing more than to fold into herself, to get his eyes off of her. 

“hey, sunshine.” jack broke the silence, smiling at his baby sister. she held a small smile, continuing down the stairs. neither her nor trevor said a word. “how ya feeling?”

“okay.” she spoke softly, unlike the person trevor knew. he watched as she moved slowly, how she didn't smile and when she did it seemed forced. he felt a pang in his heart seeing her like this, so unlike herself. 

beside him, jack began to make very obviously fake ringing noises, grabbing his phone from his pocket. “sorry, gotta take this.” he jumped up, running out of the living area and out the front door.

“did he just…” trevor trailed off, looking to his ex with a confused look.

“make fake ringing noises so that he could leave? yeah, yeah he did.” she laughed softly, almost inaudibly. for a moment, she seemed like her old self, but her face dropped quickly. 

there's an old voice in my head

that's holding me back

well, tell her that i miss our little talks

soon it will be over and buried with our past

we used to play outside when we were young

and full of life and full of love

some days i don't know if i am wrong or right

your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

“so, uh, how have you been?” trevor cleared his throat, looking to the hughes sister. she was curled up on the other end of the couch as she bit at her finger nails. she looked over to him, the anxiety clear on her face. she shrugged, looking back down to her fingers. he couldn’t see it, but he knew her like the back of his hand, and right now she was holding back tears. he stood up, walking over to where she sat, taking a seat beside her. “talk to me, love.” the pet name simply slipped out, but it brought her over the edge. her shoulders shook as she began to sob, trevor pulling her to his chest. “shh, shh, it's okay. it's okay.”

“i’m so sorry, trev. i’m so fucking sorry.” she cried, gripping his torso as if her life depended on it.

“babe, why are you apologizing?” he asked, looking down at her. he tilted her chin up, ignoring the pain he felt at the sight of her teary, tired eyes. he cupped her cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen down. “you don’t need to apologize.”

“yes, i do. i left you, i hurt you.” she hiccupped continuously, rushing her words.

“shh, slow down. it’s okay, i’m okay.” she tried to continue but her breath caught in her throat. she began to panic, her breathing turning short and quick. “look at me, love. breathe with me.” trevor began to take deep breaths, the youngest hughes following. it brought back the memories of trevor comforting her through her anxiety and panic attacks; he would always drop what he was doing to help her. once she had calmed down, trevor pulled her into a hug, placing a tender kiss on her temple.

“i hate myself, trev. i hate everything about myself, and i hate feeling like this.” his heart broke with every word she spoke. “how can i love you if i can’t love myself?” she sniffled, looking up at him.

“i love you so much, sunshine, and it is killing me to see you like this.” she wiped at the tear that fell, “i wish you could see yourself the way that i see you. you are perfect, love, in every way. i could be the most mad i’ve ever been and one smile from you could change that in an instant. i love the way your eyes light up whenever you talked about something you love, the way you can keep up with my energy.” she smiled softly, “i may be biased but i just so happen to think you are the most beautiful girl in the world. i love you, pretty girl.”

“i love you, trev, so goddamn much.” she smiled once again, tracing her fingers along his jaw. “can we try this again?” 

“absolutely, love.” he lent down, gently kissing her. she was nowhere near perfectly happy, but they would be okay, and that's all that matters.  

[cryptidcorners]

Biker!Mike Schmidt x M!Reader Headcanons

Description: Headcanons with your biker boyfriend, Mike!

Media: FNaF!Movie [ AU ]

Character: Mike Schmidt (+ Abby)

Tags: Biker!Mike Alternate Universe, Fluff, Headcanons mixed with Drabbles, Protectiveness, Established Relationship, Found Family, Cute Stuff, Semi-Domestic, Romantic, Comfort + Uses Masculine Terms

Warnings: Mentions of (Gang, Vehicle, Physical) Violence, Injury + Kidnapping, Slight FNaF!Movie Spoilers, Depressive Thoughts, Stress, Extreme Nightmares

read my TOS + Mike Schmidt Masterlist

Definitely a show-off, even before you started dating. He wouldn't boast too loudly though, he prefers to smoothly tell you how he got blackeye or some new asset on his bike. He always melts when you're impressed by his feats, even if they were from failure.

Mike's a collector. While cycling or suffering from boredom in his dull jobs, he'd swipe a few things that grab his attention and share it with you. He enjoys making chains for you and Abby. It hasn't been the first time Abby has been dragged out of school for wearing a pin with some questionable language Mike didn't notice.

Absolutely adores helping you dress up to resemble his biker wear. Loves helping you find bracelets, decorative eyeliner and rebellious-printed clothes. It makes me squeal eternally.

Gets intense anxiety in populated areas, mostly due to his trauma with Garrett. He doesn't want to think about anyone taking you or Abby away. He's stupid protective in public spaces. With his already intimidating demeanour, it's safe to say nobody bothers talking to you too much.

He enjoys using pet names, but he jokingly calls you "sir", "bro" or "boytoy" a lot. Speaking of which, Mike adores when you make up titles for him. It's something he treasures a lot. A special name for him? And him only? Makes his heart melt.

Takes you on bike rides at any opportunity. He also loves taking Abby in rides too and doing basic tricks with you watching from the sidelines. He's always careful, he could never forgive himself if either of you got hurt.

One of his favorite things to do is let you touch his hair. Nothing makes him happier than intimate moments like that. He likes it more than cuddling and neck kisses. It's just the simple things in life that appeal to him the most.

Wears the silliest shirts while he isn't at work or roaming the streets. Either quotes involving boyfriends or cartoon merchandise. It amuses all of you, but it genuinely makes him happy to indulge in a separate style. Definitely has a: "Men love me, Fish Fear Me" hat somewhere.

You're always at his aid when he comes back bruised. Like the first bullet, he'd calmly hum you an out of tune, over exaggerating story to make himself look good. Truly, Mike doesn't think he deserves you. So, he refuses to embarrass himself.

Loves kissing. That's all.

"Come on, Mike. I gotta go," you giggled as he pressed featherweighted kisses against your skin. You could feel him smiling before he pulled back with a heated sigh. "Just a minute, please? You know how much I miss you." With a playfully eye roll, you wrap your hands around his sides and hug him as he continued peppering you again while grinning sweetly.

Always referencing something. Either it's from a show or song he likes. He's always dumbfounded when you don't understand and ends up spending thirsty minutes rambling about music history.

Pulls pranks occasionally, mostly with Abby's help. A few prank wars have gone down in your household.

Has at least two tattoos based on you (and Abby), he takes his relationships very seriously.

Cried when Abby called you her "dad" once. This loser is so head over heels for you he'd sob if you were complimented him. It makes his heart throb to see you and his sister connect despite everything.

Very defensive. If anything goes wrong, he's either going to use grade school insults or result to violence. There were a couple of times he couldn't come home due to arrest. He'd come back as if nothing happened.

If you ever got into an argument, Mike would try to give you the most formal apology ever. Either by notes or heavily descriptive speeches about how special you are to him. Most of the time it was pretty cheesy, but you couldn't help but be smitten by his adorable attempts.

Much deeper voice + Slightly Childish. He's still pretty shy when he isn't in his element, so Mike is much more confident with you around. Mostly due to his need to impress you.

So much fist bumping.

Mike's bike is DEFINITELY named after you. Anyone who asks about it is immediately shot with dumps of his adoration if you. Bro will never shut up about his boyfriend. Ever.

Mike has definitely gone through those: "This is for you," and failed immediately. As much as it embarrassed him, he finds it cute how fond you were of it. His face flares up a lot around you.

"God, I'm so sorry I missed it." He frowned, face drenched with numb scarlet. "I didn't mean to make a fool out of you." Mike relaxed once you gripped his leather glove with a smile, "So? I still love you. I think it was sweet how you tried to impress me. I'm proud of you." Mike swore he was starstruck right there.

Loves holding your hand, even in public. It's one of the only forms of affection he's comfortable with displaying.

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holding my hands out like im oliver twist for the masterdoc of the cowboy au

Sadly, we didn't really put much of it down in a doc, it's just free-floating in our messages from like a year ago, there's almost no way I'll be able to find it with how much we talk to each other, but I can try my best to remember it.

My boyfriend sent me the little bit he'd written down about pre transition Alex's view of the cowboys (Tim and Brian)

Alex's parents owned a bookstore/library I think, and Alex was expected to take over the business at some point, so he was stuck cooped up in the little back room of the shop doing boring things, inventory or whatever, and spent most of his day staring out of the window at Brian and Tim riding around on horseback and stuff. I think he and Jay had been friends for a while, like since they were kids because they both kinda clicked with all their gender stuff, even if neither of them knew they were trans when they were younger. Jay's a trans man and Alex ends up as a trans woman.

I think Jay was friends with Tim and Brian already, I seem to remember something about Jay joining those two on a ride up to the pastures, either sharing one of their horses or riding his own? And then they all stopped at this waterfall and pool halfway up and all went swimming. I think there was smutty stuff that happened at that pool lol, like Tim and Brian being completely comfortable and shameless being naked in front of each other stripping down and jumping straight into the pool. And then Jay was more hesitant but eventually, after the other two encouraged/goaded him he stripped down too and joined them in the pool.

Then sexy times occurred. No idea if we ever fleshed out what happened there lol or if it was just general "they do the sex things" or if I'm completely misremembering and adding in smut where there was none. I'm pretty sure there was smut ideas for this au tho.

Anyway. I think Jay became good friends with the cowboys and ended up in a relationship with both of them, but then he and Alex had always kinda been sweet on each other, so like, everyone in the little town they all lived in expected them to end up getting married. And at some point Alex got introduced to the cowboys by Jay? Somehow Alex met the cowboys and they really hit it off, and Alex (who at that point was still "cis") had a bit of a gay awakening realising like, oh, no it's not just Jay, I just like men oh no.

Also I think Alex also got to have a good old smutty time at that waterfall at some point?

Some other stuff happened I think and at some point after the four of them had been "very close friends" (all dating each other) for a while, Alex had a gender thing and realised she was actually a woman. Then some other stuff happened and Jay and Alex moved in with Tim and Brian. I think they had their own house or whatever, but after that most of what I remember is Brian's mum being an absolute icon.

As my boyfriend says, she was the real main character.

She was just a saint. Also all of Brian's little sisters adored Alex, all of them wanted her to braid their hair and stuff. Also I think Brian's mum was a seamstress? She made Alex her first dress even when everyone else liked, frowned at it. She just invited Alex to her shop and measured her and let her pick out her fabrics and stuff and made the dress for Alex at a discount or something.

Also I think it was a thing that all Brian and Tim's clothes were patched to hell and back, but they were patched with floral patterned fabric scraps from the offcuts of the dresses Brian's mum made?

There was also something about Tim and Brian hooking up in a barn when they were younger (they're all like, late 20's in the au I think?) and Brian's mum just kinda knew and was a menace to them about it. I think they slept in that barn a lot together. Like, sex sleeping together as well as just sleeping sleeping together lol. I think?

I really don't remember I could be making all this shit up as I go along.

My boyfriend made them all in the Sims a while ago lol, they were so cute. Alex was so pretty :]

But yeah, cowboy au :D

Pretty much nothing ever got written for it, it was just a collection of picrews and us ranting at each other about it on WhatsApp lol

[unluckyhoneybee]

The Sister (Trevor Zegras)

After an unexpected breakup, you go to your brother for comfort. You aren't expecting either certain blondie to be there for you too. Fluff.

Note: the brother's best friend fic I talked about.

Trevor opened the door with a sigh. Finally. It has been the longest day and he just wanted to eat something and play video games. But no, before he could call Jamie, the guy appeared and told him to be quiet. Then, he pointed to the sofa and Trevor noticed a bump in there for the first time.

"Oh, you have a girl..." He teased with a smile but stopped half way when he saw how serious Jamie was.

"It's my sister".

"Oh, fuck. Sorry" Trevor covered his mouth because he had talked to loud and Jamie had looked at him with killer eyes. "Sorry" He whispered.

Trevor left his bag on the floor and walked closer to the sofa. "Is she okay? She doesn't look okay" You face was red and there were tissues on the floor.

"Come here"

The two guys went to the kitchen and Jamie closed the door. He was nervous. He was so nervous.

"Dude, are you okay? Is your family okay?" Trevor was starting to worry.

"Sam, her boyfriend, broke up with her. With a message. And she took a bus and came here. Do you know how long the trips from San Diego to Anaheim are? Three hours because the bus stops everywhere. And she walked all the way here and rang. But I was out for grocery shopping. And she waited for me in the porch while crying. Because that prick couldn't grow some balls and break up with her properly."

Trevor whispered a wow.

"She is staying, by the way."

"Yeah, of course"

"Don't you dare to bother her. Okay? Nothing. No weird stuff, no being annoying, no loud music, no clothes discharged everywhere..."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. We have a guest. I can behave"

You opened your eyes and brushed them. You didn't remember falling asleep, but now you head hurt like mad. You sat and looked around. Jamie was nowhere to be seen but here was light in the kitchen.

You muscles felt sore from the bus and you felt like crying again.

"Jamie, you can't do that"

You opened the door. Jamie and Trevor turned to look at you.

"What can't you do?" You softly asked.

Jamie shook his head and Trevor groaned. "Don't worry"

"I do"

"Kick Sam's ass" Trevor didn't know Sam. The only thing he knew was that he was a prick.

"Trevor" Jamie said irritated.

You sighed.

"Jamie..."

"I know"

The three of you fell into silence, tight and uncomfortable. Trevor had put his hands on his pockets, Jamie was looking at the floor with his arms crossed and you were there trying not to cry.

"Um... Jamie told me you are staying"

You looked at Trevor and Jamie rolled his eyes.

"Yeah" You said softly. "I'm sorry to bother"

"No! You don't. You are welcome here. Jamie's house is your house"

You frowned. He was weird.

"Okay?"

"Plus. Jamie and I wanted to buy a bed for the spare room. So what a better time!"

"Man. It's a horrible time" Jamie said.

Trevor looked at him and then at you and chuckled nervously. "Yeah. Sorry. I'll be in the shower"

Incredibly embarrassed, he scaped. Jamie and you shared a look and your brother opened his arms. You hugged him and broke down on sobs again.

"He can be really clever while playing hockey but sometimes..."

You shook your head and he sighed. You didn't want him worried for Trevor. You weren't so fragile.

Trevor cautiously came down after hearing the doorbell. He found you halfway. Your eyes were red and swollen and your nose looked like Rudolph's. You looked cute, but he wished you weren't feeling so bad.

"Hey" He said and smiled.

"Hi. I was going to call you. Dinner arrived. I'm feeling like shit so we are having a big dinner. With lots of fries. So..."

He chuckled softly. "There is ice cream on the freezer"

You smiled a bit and Trevor felt better with himself.

"Hey! It will get cold!"

You both went to the kitchen and sat and had dinner. You weren't feeling better, but the two guys joking and bickering, laughing at the most stupid things and telling you the most ridiculous stories helped a lot to not hink of that stupid message.

Then, Jamie insisted you should go to sleep but you didn't want to be alone, so you lied and told him you weren't tired.

Trevor pressed play and the opening scene of Shrek appeared on the TV. You chuckled and leaned on Jamie. But obviously, you were too tired. Shrek hadn't met Donkey yet and you were softly snoring. But eny of them minded. They let you sleep.

"Man" Jamie sighed as he walked into the kitchen. "She is out. Completely. A bomb could fall and she wouldn't wake up"

Travor chuckled a bit.

"I will have to leave her to sleep in there" Jamie sighed. With his injury, he couldn't carry you.

"Where was she sleeping?"

"My bed."

"And you?"

"The inflatable bed"

Trevor counted. 1, 2, 3... He thought about it. And at the end he still thought it was a good idea.

"I could take her upstairs" Trevor said cautiously.

Jamie needed also a few seconds. "Okay"

So Trevor grabbed you on his arms and felt his heart hammering fast when your nose pressed to his neck. Jamie had opened the sheets for you and then the blond laid you down.

"Hey" Jamie whispered and Trevor had to take his eyes from you. "Be gentle with her"

Trevor was confused. He didn't know what he meant, but he took it seriously. Jamie wanted him to be gentle and he would.

That's why surprisingly, after falling asleep at the sofa every single night, you kept waking in the bed. And why there was always some of your favorite foods ordered for dinner.

"Hey" Trevor sat next to you the fourth day. "You look better" He announced.

You smiled a bit and looked down at your hands.

"Thanks"

"Jimmy called and told me he has already arrived. So... We have like 3 hours, he said."

You looked at him with attention.

"Why don't you get dressed and we go and buy that mattress for the bedroom?"

You doubted. You didn't have much clothes. The trousers you wore when you came and a hoodie. The same you were wearing with a big chocolate mark staining on your chest.

"I'll give you something" He said as if he could read your mind.

Obviously, blasting Taylor Swift on the car, with the windows down was the best thing that happened to you in days. Then at the shop you swore they would kick you out.

"Stop it" You said pulling his arm.

"How do we know if we want if if we don't know how it feels"

He dramatically laid down on the bed and sighed. "Bah, too hard."

He repeated it with at least ten.

"Can I help you?" A lady appeared with an annoyed look.

"Um....well, yeah, but... I'm..."

"Yeah, you can. Please." He gave the woman a charming smile, but she didn't buy it. "You'll see. My cousin is pregnant. And she is staying with me and my husband for a couple of weeks. But we want a comfortable bed for her because we really appreciate her presence."

You covered your mouth to not laugh.

"So I was trying them."

"You need permission to do that"

"C'mon she is pregnant"

The woman looked at you and your face told her everything she needed to.

"You are not pregnant, aren't you?"

You shook your head.

"YN..." Trevor sighed in defeat.

"I'm going to ask you to behave or you will have to leave"

Trevor got up trying to not laugh.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Um... Can we try the beds?"

The woman rolled her eyes and left.

"Rude" Trevor whispered. You elbowed him and he scoffed, but soon the two of you were laughing.

"You husband? Are you implying you consider my brother you husband?"

Trevor had gone red as a tomato.

"No! No, no, no. I'm... I was just trying to come up with a good backstory"

"You don't need a backstory for buying a bed!"

You were drying the tears of your face, your cheeks hurt from laughing so much. And that made Trevor incredibly happy.

"C'mon... It was a good one"

"It wasn't!"

You ended buying a bed somewhere else. He was stubborn and told them he could take it home, which was a really difficult task. And by the time Jamie arrived, you were both laughing so much you couldn't even stand.

"What is going on here?"

"Trevor... Oh fuck. Wait a minute" You regained your breath. "Trevor and I were installing the new bed. And he moved the mattress and pushed me and sent me flying to the ground"

Trevor had gone quiet because Jamie's eyes were cold on him. But you didn't notice.

"You friend is an idiot" You told your brother and hugged him before kissing his cheeks. "How... How did it go?"

"He wasn't there" Jamie said taking his mind from the scene he had come home to. "I left the keys were you told me"

You nodded and hugged him again. He wrapped his arms tight around you and kissed your cheek. "It's done, all your things are in the car"

You felt tears in your eyes. Jamie had gone to the apartment you shared with Sam to pick your stuff because going there and facing the reality felt huge for you.

"Thank you very much" You whispered. Jamie smiled and looked at Trevor, who was ocuppied on his phone. He was faking, to be fair.

"I cooked dinner for you" You told Jamie and he smiled.

"Are you coming back?"

You nodded and he squeezed you one last time.

During the dinner, Jamie heard you two talking about the adventures of finding the perfect mattress. He was feeling something on his stomach and he didn't like it a single bit.

"You had fun today, huh?"

"Yes. It was the most embarrassing moment I've lived in ages. But it was fun"

"What can I say?" Trevor said laughing.

As every night, you watched a film. But this day, you didn't fall asleep instantly. Jamie fell asleep on you. You were playing with his hair and he was softly breathing.

"Look at him" You said softly. "When we were little and we couldn't sleep he would come to my bed and ask me to rub his hair."

Trevor chuckled. "Cutie"

"Your husband? Yeah"

He laughed and you slapped his thigh. "Don't wake him up."

"I'm not interested in him. Like, I don't want Jamie to be my husband" He felt the need to clarify it.

You giggled. "I know, silly"

You got quiet again, but could feel Trevor looking at you from time to time. At some point Jamie moved a bit and you smiled softly.

"He is worried"

You looked at Trevor.

"He doesn't say it, but he is. I'm happy he didn't saw your ex at the flat."

You nodded. "Me too"

Trevor sighed.

"But he is happy you are here. We both are. You are a fantastic guess."

"You are not the best hosts" You said with a smile.

He chuckled. "That one there is noisy as fuck, isn't he?"

You nodded. "He has always been"

"But we are behaving, aren't we?"

"Yes you are. No dirty clothes around..."

"I don't know for how long we can keep it, though."

You giggled.

"You two are good. I can manage it. I've grown with boys at home."

When the film ended and you went to the kitchen to get some water, Trevor tried to wake Jamie up. He didn't know you could listen.

"Jimbo. Man. I can't carry you. You are much bigger than YN."

You covered your mouth and blushed deeply. Trevor had been taking you to the bed the past nights. You had supposed it was Jamie. But now it made sense because Jamie was injured.

You scaped to the guest bedroom shouting a goodnight that left the two guys surprised.

That new information took a bit of a toll in you for the next days. You wouldn't fall asleep on the sofa and if you were feeling sleepy you would leave them. Trevor thought it was weird and told Jamie.

"Nah, she is getting better. She is not as clingy anymore. That's a good sign."

But Trevor didn't buy it.

"Shh" Jamie stopped walking and Trevor crashed with him, almost throwing him to the floor.

"Shit, don't that Jimmy"

"Shhhh, YN is asleep"

They were both slightly drunk, so quietly, they decided it wasn't a good idea to move you. They weren't very stable and the only thing that could happen was one of them dropping you.

But after two hours of sleep and waking up too thirsty, Trevor decided that he could do it. He had sobered up.

"Come here" He said grabbing you on his arms. You whimpered and grabbed into his hoodie.

Trevor let a shaky breath out and moved quickly to your bedroom. He dropped you on the mattress and you nuzzled your face on the pillow. He found himself sitting on the side of the bed with his hand slowly caressing your head and a soft smile on his lips. You were so beautiful, so sweet, so nice... He was falling really hard.

Jamie was observing. He had gone to the bathroom and had seen the light coming from the bedroom. He saw his friend, being as gentle as he had asked him to be, looking at you as if he was looking at an angel, and felt his stomach dropping. He was scared.

"Thank you" You muttered when Trevor fixed the blanket and covered you better.

Trevor felt his breath hitch. "Y-you are welcome"

He slept like a baby that night, so did you. Not Jamie, though.

"A date" You gasped. One month into living with the two gremlins, Jamie had appeared cleaned and neat, dressing trousers on a nice shirt, and had told you he was going on a date.

Big steps and laughs were heard from the stairs.

"Jimbo is going on a date!? Oh dude, this is amazing! Let me tell Mas-"

Jamie took Trevor's phone and threw it at you. You hid it behind your back. You would obviously defend your sibling to death.

"No telling anyone! You will jinx it!" Jamie said pointing at Trevor. "Don't let him, YN"

Jamie had seen how Trevor and you had grown close and even though he wasn't the biggest fan of it he knew there was nothing to do.

"Promise"

"YN. You are a fun girl. Don't let me down"

"I draw the line on my brother, honey"

"C'mon..."

"Nah"

Jamie walked closer and hugged you.

"Hey, good luck. Be yourself and don't pretend. You are an awesome guy and everyone would be lucky to have you" You said pinching his rosy cheeks. You brother could be really shy and awkward sometimes, but you knew that was part of his charm.

He squeezed you and nodded.

"You are really cool and interesting. If she doesn't see it, she is not for you. And if she dares to be rude..."

"She better not" Jamie added.

"Exactly" You both laughed.

Trevor adored the two of you and watched with a smile.

Jamie turned to him. "No jokes"

"Nah, man. Good luck. And wrap it..."

"Shhhh." Jamie pushed him a bit, but Trevor laughed and gave him one of those bro hugs.

"Have a good time, Jimmy"

You were left alone.

"They grow so fast" You said drying fake tears.

Trevor chuckled.

"Hey. I'm going to see Mason now. But I'll be back for dinner"

You nodded slowly. "You can stay with him"

"Nah. I'll be back. Just gonna play some tennis."

"Okay. I'll order dinner. Just text me when you are on your way."

It felt so domestic.

Trevor texted you and you order food. But in the drive from Mason's house to yours, you had received a message.

"What's wrong?" Trevor closed the door and walked to you. It was a be surprised to be engulfed by his arms so quick, the warmth embracing you. "Is Jamie okay?"

You nodded. If you weren't so affected you would have said an owww.

"What's wrong? YN C'mon, talk to me"

Trevor was preplaying those things he had seen Jamie do when you were at your lowest after the breakup.

"Look" You unlocked your phone.

There was a photo of a couple. Happy six months, my love. He didn't know them, so he pressed the icon to see the tagged people. Sam. Your ex Sam. Six months. He saw red for a second. Then you sobbed and he hid the phone from your view.

He leaned against the side of the sofa and your clinged into him, wrapping your leg around his and hugging his torso.

"You don't deserve that"

"I'm an idiot"

"No you are not. He is" He said against you hair. "You are perfect like you are. There is nothing wrong"

"But..." You were feeling so used. Horrible. Stupid.

"No, no. No buts, YN. It's not your fault he couldn't see how amazing you are"

You sobbed and Trevor felt your tears on him.

"That's why he broke up with me..." You said and gripped his hoodie. "After cheating on me for five months"

Trevor ran his hand over your hair and held you close. I wish Jamie was here. He was your brother. He knew you well, he was sure he would say the right thing. But he was staying there just holding you because he didn't know what else would help.

"He is a coward." He muttered.

You stayed for some time like that. He held you and you dried. But at some point, he touched your cheek.

"You know what? We are going to the roof. Jimmy and I love spending time in there. It's so peaceful. You are going to love it"

You waited for the food to arrive and soon Trevor was helping you into the roof, where you sat on a blanket you had carried. They liked sunsets, they loved watching them in there. But it was already dark.

Trevor sat next to you and opened the fried chicken bag. He took a piece and bit it. "Mhm"

You smiled.

"The best chicken in the city" You said.

"Fuck yes"

You ate and drank some cola in silence, vary talking about the food. And then, he put the papers in their bag and drank the rest of can. He burped and blushed deep, but you only giggled.

"Don't worry, Trev." You said sitting a bit closer. "The walls are thin in this house"

"Oh my fucking god" He said laughing and brushing the hair out of his face.

You scooped a bit closer and wrapped your arms around his own. You wanted to feel him close.

"Jamie said you get clingy when you are sad" He whispered. Him talking was basically a way to hide how nervous he truly was.

"Yeah" You said leaning your chin on his shoulder. Trevor covered your hands with his. "I'm feeling like shit, actually. I was fine. And now..." You sighed.

Trevor kissed your forehead softly and you blushed. Both of you were glad of the dim light in the roof.

"You are lucky he is gone."

You frowned a bit. "What does it mean?"

"You could still be tied to that piece of shit. He shouldn't have cheated on you, obviously. But at least he didn't..."

"He cheated for five months, Trev"

"I know. But at least he used the little brain cells he has and cut things of."

"You are horrible at this" You whispered. "But thank you"

He smiled a bit. "Just tell me to shut up if you want to."

"Nah, it's fine" You smiled a bit and kissed his shoulder.

Trevor leaned his head against his.

"I left everything back at home for him, moved to San Diego... And now... He gives me the kick"

Trevor kissed your forehead and you moved your face a bit. As if receiving and invitation, he kissed your cheek and then leaned his head on yours.

You stayed in silence and it felt too good to be true. Too comfortable and easy. At some point, you had leaned on his chest, now you had moved and were laying between his legs, his arms around you and chin on his head.

"I'm telling you" You said while playing with his hand.

"You are a big softie"

"My heard it's broken, Trevor" You said and he chuckled.

"So... Folklore."

You nodded.

"Dramatic"

"It's her best fucking album."

"Okay, okay"

"Jimmy bought it to me for Christmas and really, the best fucking gift ever"

Trevor tightened his arms around you and you sighed. It feels so good. So so good.

"Jamie is a good brother, huh?"

"He is. I'm glad you guys are living him him. Just imagine him playing with the Rangers... Or the Canucks... So far..."

"Why did you moved to San Diego?"

"He got me a job in there. But it was kind of shitty. Too much hours of working underpaid. Then coming back to my perfect boyfriend and..."

"You'll be better now" He said and looked down. "Jamie and I are here for you. You know you can stay here for as long as you want."

You turned your face to the side and a shiver ran up and down your spine. His nose was touching yours. You were so close you could kiss him. Your heart was hammering in your chest. You wanted this so much. You wanted to lean in, to close the gap, taste his lips.

But then a noise from the street made you look down.

"Fuck" You heard him groan.

You cleared your throat.

"let's go to sleep" You muttered. "I'm tired."

Trevor nodded. You both picked the things in silence and climbed back into the house. You moved around the place, leaving the stuff in the kitchen, the blanket on the sofa,... You washed your teeth and right when you were going to close your door, Trevor called your name. You turned around and he walked closer.

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be" You answered quickly. "There is nothing to be sorry about"

"No?"

You shook your head.

"Was it okay?"

You nodded. You really wanted him to kiss you. But your feelings were confusing right now. You needed a long talk with Jamie.

So did Trevor. But a kiss wouldn't hurt anyone. He stepped in your space and you leaned back against the wall, your lips sweetly parted and you sighed. Trevor cupped your cheek and tilted your head slightly back so he could have a better access.

"I'm going to kiss you" He quietly said, so different from his usual voice.

"Okay"

He did. He captures your lips in a slow and soft kiss. With his hand on your waist, he had your pressed against the wall. You were loving ever secong of it. Your hands had come to rest on his neck and he was just wishing for you to tangle them in your hair. You kissed for long, long time, slowly making out in the corridor but not moving further. Your hands stayed where they started and and of you tried to make a bigger move. Why? Because you both needed to talk to Jamie.

You pulled back and bit your lip, your eyes looking at his. He was smiling.

"I suppose that's a good night kiss" He said.

You nodded.

"Have a good night, Trevor"

"Good night, sweetheart" He kissed your lips once more.

It was indeed a good night of sleep, and then in the morning Jamie hadn't come back yet. You smiled proudly and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

Trevor came down soon after and gave himself some seconds to observe you. He was loving this so much. You looked so comfy and domestic, so cute with your morning messy hair.

He walked slowly and whispered a good morning.

"Good morning, Trev" You said with rossy cheeks. You had kissed last night.

"Smells good" He walked closer and leaned on the counter.

"French toast. Just how Jamie likes it. I'm sure he needs something sweet to recover" You chuckled. "If he arrives for breakfast, of course"

"Most supportive sister in the world"

"That's me"

Trevor loved your little shy giggles, so he couldn't contain himself, he cupped your chin with two fingers and captured your lips on a kiss.

Jamie closed the door slowly, he wanted to avoid curious questions or comments about the mark on his neck. His plan was to hide on his bedroom and try to cover it. But he heard the kitchen working and sighed. He walked slowly, he could deal with you. Not with Trevor, he would start laughing and joking and...

"No, no. No. No, no, no, no. No" He was in complete denial. That wasn't happening.

Trevor and you pulled away and looked at him. Trevor's hands fell on his sides and felt frozen. He was, for once, left speechless.

"Jamie" You walked to your brother. "I can explain"

But before you could reach him, he turned around and left your with the words hanging. You heard the loud noise of the door closing with rage.

"Fuck." You groaned. "Fucking shit, Trevor" You turned and looked at him.

"It shouldn't have happened" He said avoiding your eyes.

But no, you were not buying it.

"Do you really think that?" You crossed your arms in your chest and stepped on his space, between his parted legs and he leaned on the counter. "Answer, Zegras"

"No. I don't"

"Then?"

"Look at that" He said pointing at the corridor. "Look what we have done!"

You ran your hands over your face. You were tired of spending days crying, of feeling like shit and having your heart broken. So you wouldn't let this happen again.

Your hands fell on Trevor's chest. "Listen... I... I'm going to talk to him because my head is so messy right now. I need my brother to help me and hug me and talk some sense into me. But then... Then you and I are going to have a talk, okay? Because... I like you, Trev."

He was a bit speechless. He hadn't been so quiet in ages. But he grabbed your waist and pulled you for a hug.

You went upstairs and knocked at Jamie's door.

"James" You whispered.

He was face down on the bed. He had changed into comfy clothes.

"Go away"

"When has that worked?" You let yourself in and crawled on the bed. "Look at me"

He did. You both laid on your sides.

"What's going on?"

"I could ask the same"

"Okay. Trev and I kissed. Twice. The one you saw and another one last night"

"Why?"

You sighed. "I think I like him"

Jamie groaned and laid on his back.

You frowned. "Whats wrong? And don't you dare to say I can't date him"

He didn't say anything. So you had to push a bit more.

"Okay... Um... Fuck" He blushed. "I'mscaredebecauseTrevorandyoubecamefriendsreallyquickluandnowypuarekissingandstuffandyouwillstartdatingandniwillbealoneand..."

"Alone?"

You pressed a hand on his chest. Jamie covered his face.

"Alone"

"Why would you be alone?"

"Because you and Trevor would be a great couple and any of you would need me anymore" Jamie said and his eyes filled with tears. "You will complete each other and Trevor will have his best friend and you will have your comfort person on each other and I won't have a job to do anymore"

"Oh Jamie" You hugged him tight and kissed his cheek. "That's never going to happen. Never. Do you hear me? You are my biggest comfort person and there is no single way you are loosing me. You are not, Jamie. We are siblings and that's it. You will have to deal with me for life. I'm sorry" You said with a smile.

He turned to look at you.

"Trevor is awful. He is noisy and talks nonstop. And he doesn't do groceries. Are you sure?"

You giggled. "I wanted to tell you first, but he is Trevor and he kissed me."

He smiled.

"You really like him, like... A lot"

You nodded.

"I knew"

"How"

"I know you guys too much"

"Jimmy!" The door opened. "Listen. I will ask you for YN's hand in marriege if you want me to. But please... Don't hate me"

Trevor jumped in the bed too and we both huffed.

"I'm really sorry, dude. I should have... I don't know..."

"Trev. Hey. It's okay" You said patting his shoulder.

"Is it?"

You nodded.

Jamie moved a bit uncomfortable and sat. Trevor and you sat too.

"So... You guys..."

Trevor and you shared a look. "Yes" You muttered. "I mean. I think so. We haven't talked but... Um..."

"I like you" Trevor said. "I think I'd like to have a couple of dates."

You smiled. "I hope a bit more"

"Don't do this in my bed" Jamie groaned.

You chuckled.

Trevor looked at you and smiled softly. "You are not going to tell me, right?"

Jamie looked at him and patted his back. "Don't become a stranger" He said.

Trevor smiled. That cute smile with closed lips and eyes so small you couldn't see the iris. "Man, we are brother's in law now. Beasties, teammates, brother's in law..."

"We only kissed twice, Trev" You said laughing.

"Are you still sure?" Jamie said with a smile.

"I'm trying to not think twice" You giggled. "Let's go, I'm making your French toast. You need to tell me about that girl"

"Not think twice about what? Hey! What are you sure of!?"

Jamie and you scaped to the kitchen laughing like kids.

"Hey!"

Trevor was quickly following you.

While having breakfast, Jamie told you about the date, how amazing the girl was... He was happy. And at the end, he cleaned his mouth and looked at you two.

"You make a good couple. But Z, if you dare to hurt her..."

You smiled and grabbed Jamie's hand.

"Also. No sex if I'm here because I can't deal with that. There is no room to negotiate. And I don't want to know any details. Any!"

"Pinky promise" You told him with a smile.

[planetharrie]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･First Moon Pity Party

In which Harry’s daughter starts her period, and with neither her sister or mum home, she must confess her ‘embarrassing’ situation to her father.. 👨‍👧🧼🩸

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Red. The colour red was the that stained her damp, rosy cheeks and joggers when Dottie realised she’d started her period; her first ever period.

She’d originally planned on using the bathroom like any normal human, until she spotted the smudged stain of blood on her joggers and underwear. ‘Fuck’ is what she muttered harshly under her breath as she stood with her trousers half-way down her legs.

Dottie carefully stepped out the legs of her joggers and chucked them into the sink, turning on the tap. She unhooked her mum’s dressing-gown from the back of the bathroom door and tied it ‘round her. Luckily it was red too. She prayed her uterus would give her a few minutes before gravity took its side so that she could wash her stained clothes.

It was when she began scrubbing the stain with Detol hand soap that she began to cry. She wished her mum was here, or at least her older sister, to comfort her or help her clean herself up. She was only thirteen, none of her friends had started their periods either so she felt lost and confused. She knew her Mum would make a great deal out of it; she’d probably cry a little as well. Dottie laughed slightly at the thought of her Mum even going as far as congratulating her with Dad patting her shoulder awkwardly.

But, neither mum or Opal were home and her Dad was only in the room next door.

The bottle of hand soap suddenly slipped as she pumped another dollop of suds into her hand and it thudded to the floor, rolling on the tiles till it stopped when it hit the skirting board.

“Piece of shit.” Dottie hissed with a sour scowl tugging at her features. Her breath hitched in her throat when a knock came from the other side of the wood door.

“Dottie? Y’kay?” Dad. She looked up at herself in the mirror with a dreaded look fixated deep in her brows.

“Uh, ye-ah! I’m fine, Dad.” Dottie called back, voice cracking with stress. She winced at how her answer wasn’t very believable, even to the most gullible of ears.

Scanning the room for the dirty washing basket, she swiped the tap handle and the water turned off. She hurriedly dried her hands on the dressing gown. The basket was downstairs in the kitchen, waiting for its contents to be chucked into the washing machine.

“You didn’t fall, did you?” Could he just go away?

“N-No! But Dad, it’s really embarrassing but—I think I started my. .” She held a breath tight in her chest and look back at the soggy-sop of clothes in the sink. “my period. . .”

“Are you serious? Do you need any help, love?” Harry came closer to the door, his ear nearly touching the painted wood as he listened for a reply. “I know I’m not Mum, but you know this stuff isn’t embarrassing or gross to me, right?”

There was a pause from both sides before the latch lock slowly got slid across and the door was opened.

Dottie looked up at her father with shame and embarrassment written all over her face. Harry scanned her features before bringing her in for a hug.

“You never have to feel embarrassed or awkward around me, ‘kay? I grew up with two women in the house and now I’m raising two of my own,” He ruffled Dottie’s hair and stroked her sweaty hairline, “I’m used to it, Love. I’ve helped Mum when she’s had bad cramps. I’ve cleaned the sheets, I’ve helped your Aunt when she and I were younger. And your sister and even my own Mum. I’d say I’m a pro at this!” He smirked cheekily.

A small chuckle was squeezed from Dottie’s tense demeanour and she nodded. “Well, you know more than me at this moment. .”

“You’ll get to know and understand your body soon, don’t panic. Watch out though, Mum might throw you a first moon party.”

“I’d rather bleed from my eyes.” They both laughed and Harry craned his neck down to his the crown of his daughter’s head.

“Cmon, go get changed. I’ll wash your joggers for you, okay?” He’d spotted the saturated dark-grey joggers in the sink when the door first opened. He had a dark-load of washing to do anyway (which he’d actually forgotten about) by demand of his wife.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“‘Course, Poppet.”

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[septemberfalconer]

Hello and welcome to my TEDTalk, once again about Naomi Novik’s Spinning Silver, about how Stepon is Autistic. I have textual evidence to support this claim, as well as a peer diagnosis from the Group Chat:

In Stepon’s first POV in chapter 11, the first two paragraphs (page 156, US hardback edition):

“I like goats because I know what they will do. If I leave the pen open, or there is a loose post, they will get out and run away…I can understand goats. I tried to understand Da, because I thought if I did, hew would hit me less, but I didn’t ever manage it, and for a long time I didn’t understand Wanda, because she was always telling me to go away, but she would make me food along with everyone else and give me clothing sometimes. Sergey was kind to me most of the time, but sometimes he wasn’t, and I didn’t know why about that, either.”

He doesn’t get social stuff! He gets the animals more than people because animals are predictable and make sense to him. His Da is always angry and abusive and nothing changes that. Wanda resents having to take care of him and resents loving him but does anyway and he doesn’t get it. Sergey is nicer but not always and tells Stepon the truth about their Mama but Stepon doesn’t get why sometimes Sergey is short tempered with him. He gets why the goats do what they do. There isn’t a question there, no difficult waters to navigate.

In Stepon’s chapter 13 POV (page 205, US hardback edition):

“Someone else had lived in the house also, I remembered Wanda talking about them, but I couldn’t remember their name. It made me feel strange trying to remember when the name didn’t come, because names always came when I wanted them to. […] If I found them then I could just have asked what their name was and I would stop feeling strange.”

My boy Stepon never forgets a name! He knows the names of everyone he’s ever met or heard of and it’s weird and bothers him when he can’t.

Also chapter 13, (page 205-206):

“It was the day after market day in the fourth week of the month, so that meant Wanda was going to collect from the two villages down the cart-track going southeast from town and the names to collect from were Rybernik, Hurol, Gnadys, Provna, Tsumil, and Dvuri. I said the names over to myself on the way because they made a nice song in my head. When I got there I knocked on all the doors I saw and asked their name and if they said one of those names then I held out the basket…Then I brought the basket to Panova Mandelstam and told her, “I am not too younger after all.” She looked in the basket and then she was very upset. I didn’t know why, but then Panov Mandelstam put his hand on my shoulder very gently and said, “Stepon we should have explained. It is very important not to make any mistakes when collecting, and to keep a careful account. Do you think if you try very hard you can remember and tell us exactly where you went, and who gave you each thing?” “Yes,” I said. “This is the day of the month Wanda goes to Rybernik, Hurol, Gnadys, Provna, Tsumil, and Dvuri,” and then I pointed to each thing and told him who gave it to me. I thought Panova Mandelstam was still unhappy afterwards, but she gave me some dumplings with a thick sauce with carrots and potatoes and real chicken meat in it, and a cup of tea with two big spoons of honey, so I must have been wrong.”

The MEMORY on this kid!! He knows his sister’s schedule by heart and knows what’s okay to accept for payment! He makes little songs out of what he needs to remember! Again he’s not sure how to understand the emotions of the people around him, misinterpreting Panova Mandelstam’s upset at him going out to work for them and putting himself in harm’s way as being upset with him for maybe messing up the accounts.

Stepon’s chapter 14 POV (page 231, US hardback edition):

“..One of them yelled “How does it feel to have killed your own father?”

They ran away into the trees and didn’t wait for an answer but I thought about it the rest of the way. I wasn’t sure if I had killed my father, because I had only wanted him to not hit Wanda with the poker; I hadn’t wanted him to fall over me. But he had fallen over me and that was part of why he was dead, so maybe it didn’t matter that I hadn’t wanted it. I didn’t know.

I did know that it felt good ot be living with Panov and Panova Mandelstam. I had stopped feeling hungry even a little bit. But anytime I thought about Sergey and Wanda, even if I was sitting at the table, I felt like I had swallowed stones instead of food.”

I’ve decided to leave out the rest of Stepon’s thoughts about what would be better, if Sergey and Wanda were with him and the Mandelstams or not for the sake of space, but it continues to prove the point I want to make. He’s analytical! This isn’t a kid who can lie to himself even for the sake of comfort. He could give himself the scant distance from his father’s death that “I didn’t want him to die” could buy him, but he knows he can’t. He was there, his father tripped over him, and his brother and sister are gone now. He doesn’t know if he will see them again, and this is still likely the best outcome because he isn’t hungry and frightened and cold anymore. But he still wants his brother and sister and would rather be cold and alone in the woods looking for them than “live with the stones in [his] stomach.”

Continuing Chapter 14, this time page 232-233:

“..but he said it too kindly, the way you say nice things to a goat when you are trying to get it to come so you can tie it up. It did  not mean he wanted to hurt me. He only wanted to keep me in a good safe warm place so I wouldn’t die in the snow somewhere. But if I stayed in this place, I would never see Wanda and Sergey again… “Sergey and Wanda were going to go to Vysnia. They wanted to ask someone for work.” I had to think about it because he was someone’s grandfather, and I didn’t know who the someone was, which was strange. But I did know the grandfather’s name. “Panov Moshel.”

This time I had to cut it off because if I include Panova Mandelstam realizing Miryem is gone I’ll make this post about that instead. But! Stepon is coming in again with his goat analogies, which I love. He’s picked up some great ways to tell how people are feeling but he’s steadfast, and again with his excellent memory. He can’t remember Miryem right now, but he can remember he grandfather’s name, even though he overheard that when Wanda and Sergey were just talking as he collected the nut from their Mama’s tree. He still remembers!

Stepon’s POV in chapter 15 (page 254):

“Are you warm enough Stepon?” Panova Mandelstam asked me. I said I was because however warm I was, that had to be warm enough, because there was nothing to do about it if I wasn’t.”

This is short but I really like the directness he has here. He is cold, as he says in the next couple of lines. But Stepon knows that nothing is capable of making him warmer, even in the best place in the sleigh, so he says he’s warm enough.

Again in chapter 15 (page 256):

“Then he straightened and looked at Algis. Algis was standing next to the back of the sleigh. His head was hanging. He said, “I didn’t fill the bucket.” He meant the grain bucket. So there was no food for the horses.

Panov Mandelstam didn’t say anything for a minute. The silence felt very long. Finally he said, “It is lucky this is a late snow. There will still be some fresh growth under. We must dig and get them some grass and whatever else we can find for them to eat.”

He was still kind, but I thought that he had not felt kind, and that was why he had been quiet. I thought that meant he must be very worried. So then I was very worried.”

Analytical! As always! Stepon is learning how to distinguish emotions, and he’s getting his queues from those around him. He knows that it’s bad for the horses to not have food, but he’s not worried until he realizes that Panov Mandelstam is. Stepon also spends the rest of the chapter making sure to remember how no one else would have forgotten the grain bucket. I don’t think that actually plays into him being autistic, but it’s very funny to me. Wanda would have remembered to fill the grain bucket, Algis.

I don’t have any examples that jump out to me from Chapter 16, but I want to note that I love how aware Stepon is of how other people are feeling. Does he understand why? Not always. But he knows Wanda is scared when she realizes the mattress cover is big enough.

Stepon’s POV in chapter 19 (pages 334-335):

“Wanda and Sergey went downstairs to help with the wedding. “Will you come, Stepon?” Sergey asked me, but I shivered, remembering all those people crammed together, in the rooms and in  the streets, more people than I knew there to be in the whole world. “No, no no,” and they didn’t make me, but they went, and after a while the sun started to go down, and I started to not like being alone in the room…I pulled my head back inside, but the house was getting so loud and full of people that I heard some of that same noise even when I closed the window. It came up through the fireplace and under the door. It got louder and louder and then music started playing. It was loud music, and people were dancing to it. I felt it in my feet not just in my ears. I sat on the bed and covered me ears and I still  felt it coming up all the way through the house. It kept going on and on. It was all the way dark outside and I was really afraid now because why would Wanda and Sergey stay down in all that noise unless something bad made them. I had my face pressed up against my knees and my arms over my head, and then there was a knock on the door. I didn’t say to come in because I would have had to take my arms from over my head, but Panova Mandelstam came inside anyway. “Stepon, are you all right?” she said. She meant it but she didn’t really mean it, I could tell. She was thinking about something else. But when I didn’t say anything back and didn’t pick my head up, she started to really mean it, and then she went and got the candle she had left on the table for us and she took out a couple of big lumps of wac from it and blew on them until they weren’t hot, and she said, “Here, Stepon, put the wax in your ears.”

I thought I would try. I took my hand away for just a little bit and took the wax. It was still warm and soft. I pushed it inot my ears and it squished into the little spots and then it stopped being so warm and the noise stopped being so loud on that side. I could still feel it in my body but I couldn’t feel it so much. So then I was very glad and I took the other lump of wax and that helped too.”

Sensory overload my beloathed. Stepon, buddy, you are me and I am you. Why WOULD they be around all of those people and all of that noise? My boy would have LOVED noise cancelling headphones if they existed in this world. This scene really resonated with me the first time I read Spinning Silver, to the point that I had to read it twice. I have been here before except no one gave me anything to dull the noise.

Stepon’s POV chapter 21 (page 393-394):

“I did not mind taking them off because it was warm, and I was sitting in a cart anyway. I was glad to be leaving that terrible city. It was even worse than before. The streets were all crowded with people everywhere because now there was no snow and they wanted to be outside and they all wanted to talk at the same time and make noise. I lay down in the bottom of the cart next to the sacks that were pretending to be Miryem and I tried to pretend to be a sack myself, but I wasn’t a sack…Panov Mandelstam got down to pay the man at the gate some money, because that city was such a terrible place we had to pay to be let out.”

He hates this place! He wants his quiet little house back, thank you and goodbye. He’d prefer to have his whole family with him, but any leaving back to his safe, quiet place is best. This city is too crowded and too noisy and his life would be easier if he was a sack that couldn’t hear but he’s not so he’s just gonna lay there.

That’s the end of his POV chapters and I don’t wanna use evidence from any of the other characters POV’s because that can very too much and also I’m not currently rereading it was easiest to just go back to passages I’d already marked because I’ve been thinking of this for a while. Anyway! Stepon is autistic, thank you for reading my roughly 2400 words so far, I will not be taking challenges to this. Seriously if you try being mean about this I’m gonna block you.

[bigmack2go]

My list of random newsies headcannons and thoughts that are litterally all over the place

Might add onto it later

Actually scratch that: im definitely adding onto this over time.

Everyone screamed “for splint” when they all ran into the fight

Spot and jack are ex‘s(fight me)

Albert is the delancys cusin (mothers were siblings. Father and weasel)

Hannah is hungarian

Hannah is lefthandet

Davey has tiny-ass ears

Racetrack has green eyes

Alberts nickname is twitch

Newsies are good with littles

Racer has ADHD (obv)

Spot is Hungarian

Scottish/ irish crutchie

Theres a rumor spot conlon is almost seven feet tall (HA! You wish)

Crutchie has a tooth gap (period)

The newsboys lay together to buy a bed if a girl couldn’t afford one because she didn’t earn enough that day so she doesn’t have to sleep out in an ally where she could be raped etc.

Race and/or finch is colorblind

Mush and blink have an ongoing fight on who’s taller

Racetrack „i don’t do rules“ Higgins

Albert „rules are overrated“ DaSilva

Jack „rules are made to be broken“ Kelly

Spot „i make my own rules then“ Connlon

Katherine „ehh“ plumber

Boots “rules? Whats a rule?” Argus

Hotshot „rules are for loosers“ hotshot

Crutchie has a slingshot integrated in his crutch

Smalls real name is Laura

Albert has blue eyes

Race isn’t dumb he’s just an idiot jerk. (In fact he’s incredibly smart)

Taking over the bronx at the age of 13(almost) smalls was the youngest to become a burrow leader aside from spot (who was 11 when he took the ‚crown‘)

Spot refuses to wear clothes to sleep

Elmer and spots sister are cusins (and therefore logically them too lol)

Theorys about yorks name origin vary a lot. Tho most think that he got the name because he’s been to all of new york. He has live in all the burrows and gotten thrown out of almost all the lodges . In reality it was simply because he came from yorktown.

Even some newsies dont know that there are seperate lodges for boys and girls because that isn’t used. Neither the keepers nor the newsies care. There are so few newsies girls anyway so it wouldn’t pay to open an extra one for them. Plus the boys lodge is overfilled anyway and they can’t afford to not use the space they have. Newsies boys are usually very respectful and responsible though. Some say its because they’ve been through stuff themselves some think their simply normal human beings. In reality its a mix (sadly). Since most never had family etc and was rejected by society, that automatically meant that society couldn’t shape them. Society never got to make them think that it was okay in the first place.

Spot and Davey both either bite their nails and they are totally rotten or have the most beautiful and cared for hands/nails

Spot had full on tears in his eyes maybe even down his cheek when Jack scabbed. He didn’t know if he could trust Jack again after what happened what ended their relationship. When he thought he could finally trust him again he pulls this.

Spot spreads rumors abt himself sometimes. Racetrack (and others) help. But race not by saying stuff but by doing stuff.

When crutchy has to sign stuff with a real name, he doesn’t want to use his real name, charlie, he uses shawn because he reminds me of shawn the sheep so yeah

Brooklyn is red

Manhattan is blue

Queens is green

Midtown is yellow

The bronx is dark green

Flushing is dark teal

Richmond are brown

Harlem is Yellow (and mint because midtown are NOT having it) (yes Harlem is an own borough, okay. Fuck you!!!)

When blink and mush got together it was winter and they kissed in the snow outside the lodge and everyone was watching from inside and started cheering because about damn time these two finaly stop pining and anoying everyone with their obliviousness

(Second in comand things abt race that he keeps track if everyones there or if someone’s missing like in 92‘sies when he was the one to realize crutchy, or calming everyone in the broadway version when jack turns on them)

„Theres a headline even elmer could sell“ isn’t cause its a good headline but because he refuses to lie, but he cant sell without lying about the headline usually, but there he doesn’t have to lie about it

The first time Hannah went to meddas she was really reluctant. She knew she would be accepted there and not chased for whom she loved but for some reason she was really hesitant.

She only made some hints before that to Jack prolly and he told her „why don’t you come to Meddas Theater some time hm?“

with a wink and a look of understanding

[certainlytragic]

Just thinking about Regulus coming out to Sirius.

Reg shyly walks over to to the griffindor table and taps his brother on the shoulder. "Oh, you've cut your hair, mums gonna kill ya" Sirius says, smiling a bit. "I need to talk to you" Regulus quietly tells him, his voice almost a whisper. "Yeah, ok, um I'll see you guys later" Sirius directs that last part to his friends, who all mumble agreement before going back to their conversations.

When they make it outside of the great hall, Sirius gently grabs Regulus' arm, "what is is [nickname of deadname]"

"I'd prefer it if you didnt call me that"

"What? [Nickname of Deadname], your my baby sister, I can call you whatever I want"

"I'm not your baby sister"

"You'll always be my baby sist-" Sirius doesnt finish

"IM NOT YOUR FUCKING SISTER!" Regulus says it louder than intended, and quickly looks down, like his shoes were the most interesting in the world. "What..?" Sirius sounds different, quieter.

Regulus is silent for a moment "hey, it's alright, you can tell me anything".

"I..I'm um. I think I'm transgender" Regulus mutters, still not looking at his brother. "Alright, that's fine, that's good. What are your pronouns, and your name?" Sirius smiles at his brother, waiting for a response.

"Well, I did some experimenting, and I prefer to use he/him, but I dont know about a name, I'm thinking 'something Arcturus Black' but I dont know about a first name." Regulus responds, meeting his brothers eyes and letting a small smile break free.

"Ah, sticking with the family tradition then" Sirius chuckles.

They dont talk for a while, but then Sirius breaks the silence. "What about the one star from the leo constellation....what is it. The bright one..you know?"

"Regulus?"

"Yeah! That one, that one suits you. Talking about things that suit you, look at you! The hair! The black nails! The outfit!" Regulus was wearing black baggy ripped jeans, a queen shirt and a black leather jacket, with some oxford style doc martens and his hands covered in rings. He looked good. "Yeah um, Dorcas cut my hair, she's good with that stuff, and um these are Barty's clothes."

Sirius thought they looked big "WAIT, did you tell them?! Before you told me?! How dare you?!?" Sirius practically shrieked, grabbing his brothers shoulders and shaking him a bit. "No, but they probably figured it out"

"Ok, I'll choose to believe you" Sirius and Regulus walk back into the hall, and sit at the table. "Um so this is my brother, Regulus, he just told me that a few minutes ago actually"

"Hi, Regulus" Remus grabbed his boyfriends hand, and smiled at Regulus.

Meanwhile James was staring, mouth slightly agape, Regulus had yawned, and James caught sight of a small silver ball on his tounge. (James wasn't staring at Regulus' lips, of course he wasn't, he just looked and saw it, totally, yeah)

A/N- I know its shit but idc, not spell checked either so yk

[angelasscribbles]

Victim of Love Chapter 10: Looking Backward

Series: Victim of Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley

Word Count: 1,682

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Language

Song Inspiration for series: Victim of Love by The Eagles

Tell me your secrets I'll tell you mine

This ain't no time to be cool

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley frantically dug through the discarded pile of clothing from the night before, “Shit! I don’t have any clean clothes!”

“Um…down the hall, second door on the right, that’s the room Sav uses when she visits. Go see if you can find something in there.” His sister hadn’t been to the cabin in years as far as he knew, but he also didn’t think she would have bothered retrieving any extra clothes left there when she had moved to France.

Riley sprinted down the hall and into the room, rifling quickly through drawers. In less than three minutes she was back wearing a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt that fit well enough, “Hurry, let’s go!”

Drake had pulled on a clean shirt and was lacing up his shoes, “Yeah, coming!” He nearly tripped as he stood and swiped the keys off the bedside table before stumbling to the door.

They were pulling out of his driveway eight minutes behind Liam. “You sure this is a good idea? I know you want to support Liam but-“

“This isn’t about Liam! It’s about Hana!”

“I thought you two hated each other…”

“We do! I mean we don’t…I mean she’s my best friend! Was my best friend….I just need to know she’s okay, her and the baby, all right?”

“Yeah, of course!” He reached across the console and took her hand, “I get it. I’ll get you to the hospital, don’t worry!”

“Thanks,” she gave him a grateful look, “I know this whole situation is a complete mess. You probably wish you’d never bumped into me in that ballroom.”

“Are you kidding?” He scoffed, “This is the most excitement I’ve had in years. I hang out almost exclusively with cattle and they’re pretty boring.”

That got a smile out of her, “Not very talkative, are they?”

“Oh, they’re very talkative!” He corrected her, “In fact, they rarely shut up! I just don’t speak bovine.”

She snorted, “I don’t believe you. I think you’re probably fluent in it!” She knew he was using humor to distract her, and she was grateful for it.

Her feelings for Hana were complicated. They had become best friends over the course of the social season, culminating in Hana confessing romantic feelings for her.

Desperation laced Hana’s voice as she implored, “The coronation is in two days, Riley, but he can’t pick either of us if we’re not here! Let’s just go, me and you! We can be together!”

“Oh, Hana….I love you, but-“

Hana’s face lit up as joy infused her entire being, “I love you too, Riley! So much! I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, I didn’t even know it was possible to-“

“Hana, stop! Listen!”

“What?” Hana’s big doe eyes searched hers, “What is it?”

“I love you but not the way I love him! I love him, Hana, and if he picks me, I’m going to say yes!”

“Oh!” Hana dropped her grip on Riley’s arm and stepped back like she’d been electrocuted.

“Hana, please-“ Riley reached for her, but the other woman sidestepped her.

“You kissed me….” Hana’s voice was barely audible.

“In a truth or dare game!”

“But…” tears pooled in her eyes, “It felt so real!”

“It was real, Hana! It just wasn’t what I have with Liam. I should never have kissed you! I didn’t mean to mislead you, I’m sorry, I-“

“Why would you say that?” Hana looked like she’d been struck, “You regret the kiss?”

“Yes! I mean no! I mean I regret that I hurt you, that you’re confused about-“

“I’m not the one that’s confused, Riley!” An emotion swept across Hana’s face that Riley had seldom seen there: anger.

“Hana-“

“You’re going to regret this someday, Riley, he doesn’t love you like I do! He can’t!”

If Riley had known what was coming down the pike on coronation night, would she have made a different decision? She and Hana could have gone to Shanghai, or New York, or anywhere in the world really, the two of them could be happy with each other right now leaving Liam to Olivia or Madeleine or whoever the royal council deemed suitable.

But instead, when Liam had broken her heart, he hadn’t just taken himself away from her, he had ripped Hana away from her as well.

“I choose….Lady Hana Lee!”

Riley’s heart stopped. NO!

She had known the council was still debating her approval, but she had really believed Liam would be able to sway them. She had also believed that if they didn’t approve her, he was going to refuse to get engaged, to anyone, because he had told her as much.

She found Hana in the crowd. She had been avoiding her, they hadn’t spoken since Riley had rejected her advances. Hana looked as shocked as Riley felt, but as their eyes met, a slow smile crawled across Hana’s face, and she shook her head from side to side.

Riley watched as Hana climbed onto the stage, took Liam’s hand, and found Riley’s gaze again before exclaiming, “I accept!”

Riley turned and ran from the ballroom, but there was nowhere to run to, the one person she would have gone to for comfort, for solace, had just participated in ripping her heart from her chest.

She flung her clothes into a suitcase and sent a text to Max: Bring the car around, I need to get out of here now!

She had left the palace that night planning to return to New York to lick her wounds. At least her student loans were paid off. She could take a few months to heal before starting a job search. Her apartment was gone but her parents would let her stay in her old room.

Her path forward had been clear until Liam had shown up on her doorstep.

“Riley, please! If you’ll just listen!”

“Listen to what, Liam? You promised me a future!”

“We can still have a future!”

“How? You’re engaged! To my best friend!”

“Because the council wouldn’t approve you! I had no choice!”

“You had a choice! You could have refused to get engaged to anyone! That’s what you told me you were going to do if the approval didn’t come through!”

“Yes, but that was before I found out my father is dying, Riley! I couldn’t be crowned king without being engaged and he has weeks left to live!”

“What?” She turned her tear-streaked face up to him, “How long have you known that?”

“I found out moments before the coronation when I told him I was going to wait another season. That’s when he told me that we didn’t have another season!”

“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say to that.

“Please stay, I love you; we can make this work!”

“How? I don’t even know if Bertrand wants me to-“

“You don’t have to depend on the Beaumonts any longer, Riley, I have something for you.” He produced a sheaf of papers and handed them to her.

“What’s this?”

“This is the paperwork transferring the deed to Valtoria to you and conferring the rank and title of duchess!” He smiled at her proudly.

“I…don’t understand. What’s a Valtoria?”

“It’s a duchy, my love,” he chuckled, “You’ll be a member of the Cordonian aristocracy in your own right, with your own lands, titles, and bank accounts. It lets you stay here as it grants automatic citizenship, gives you a governmental position, a means of supporting yourself, and provides a very real reason for us to spend time together, as you’ll need to be brought up to speed on how to run it.”

Her eyes flicked uncertainly back and forth from him to the papers in her hands, “You’ve…. thought of everything…”

Everything except how to have avoided breaking her heart, ripping their planned future right out of her hands, and taking her best friend from her in one fell swoop.

“Please say you’ll stay, Riley. Please!”

He looked so lost and forlorn, so full of longing and sadness that her heart constricted in her chest. She still loved him and the fact that he still loved her eased some of her pain, despite the convoluted situation they found themselves in.

In that moment, she wasn’t thinking logically. All she knew was that saying yes relieved a lot of pain for both of them.

She could stay and give it a try. If it didn’t work out, she could always leave later, right?

“Earth to Riley….” Drake’s voice pulled her out of her reverie.

“Oh, sorry!”

“It’s okay, you have a lot on your mind. Where were you just now?”

“I was thinking about how everything went down between me and Hana.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I think I’d like that actually, just not right now.”

“Okay, I’m always only ever a phone call away.”

Her head jerked up, “A phone call? Are you leaving already? You just got here!”

“That was my mom on the phone, she needs me back ASAP, there’s something wrong with the herd.”

“Oh, no! I’m so sorry! What is it?”

“I’m not sure, but it’s nothing for you to worry about. Let’s focus on Hana right now.”

“Drake, I want to be here for you too!”

“I appreciate that, and I will take you up on it. Just not right now. Like I said, you’re worried about your friend. We can talk later.”

“Okay, if we find out Hana is okay-“

“When we find out Hana is okay!” He corrected her.

“But what if-“

“Hey, you know Liam is going to get her the best medical care the world has to offer, right?”

“You’re right.”

“Of course I am! Once we know she’s going to be fine, then you and I can tell each other all our secrets, okay?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

He guided the car into the hospital parking lot and into a parking spot, “Here we are.”

She reached for his hand again, “Drake, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he grinned at her, “I still have to get you past security!”

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<-On a Dime->

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[Story 27 || Week 24]

Written: 06/10/2024

Prompt: "Kaboom" went the costal banana factory. "Splash" went the dozens of radioactive bananas as they landed in the ocean.

Prompt By: r/Accomplished_Dot9224 (Reddit)

[This is a story in the world of "Time to Spare" (02/17/2024)]

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"Some days, I really don't like being a superhero."

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You walk onto the rooftop. You see Luke Arling, A.K.A. the hero Streak, in his civilian clothes sitting on the edge of the roof halfway through a six pack of orange sodas. Luke hands you a soda as you take a seat next to him.

Now, don't get me wrong. Beating the baddies, helping people, fighting the good fight, I'm always down for. I've also been doing this for a couple of years now, and I know that sometimes the bad guys win one, and people get hurt. Those days definitely suck, but that's the gig. Gotta take the good with the bad.

But sometimes, it feels like I'm the only normal guy out here, relatively speaking. Most heroes are either in life-or-death mode twenty-four-seven, on a gloom-and-doom carousel, or kind of an asshole.

If I had a dollar for every time I had to meet someone for a team-up on a windy or rainy rooftop in the middle of the night, I'd have to start putting it on my taxes. And they always do that thing where once they're done with the conversation, they just disappear.

Side note, I can go from Miami to New York City in about thirty minutes, give or take. Yet, I still have no idea how I lose track of some of these guys.

No joke! One time, I had to team up with Spades for a high-profile villain situation. Reminder, he has no powers. He's just peak human, really smart, and has a bunch of cult money. While his cop buddy was doing his spiel, I kept my eyes on Spades the entire time, and the second, the SECOND I blinked, dude was gone! Drives me nuts!

You also can't trust some heroes. Not in a--

"...they might be secretly evil..."

--kind of way, more like--

"...they are WAY too ready to put a bullet in your back..."

--kind of way. I mean, I get it. It was for the greater good, it was a time-sensitive situation, and you knew I'd probably survive it, but a heads up before injecting me with a poison would've been nice, Alchem-bee! Had me tasting copper for two weeks! And don't get me started on--

~One~Rant~Later~

--and some of these guy's backstories are just...just too sad, man. I mean, It's not unusual for heroes to have a little baggage; the best ones do, but you get to listening to 'em after a while, and maybe it's just me, but I'm less sad about what happened to you and more surprised that you're still alive!

Not only that, but you chose to become a hero! If I went through half the stuff some other heroes have been through, I'd have burnt the world to ash and taken Haven and Hell along with it. Spiral went to therapy for about a month. Seasoned vet-level hero therapist, and at the end of it, the therapist had to temporarily shut down her practice because she needed therapy.

Now, I'm not perfect either. I'm no ray of sunshine, always smiling and junk. I've fought a few heroes. Had a couple of bad days after a loss. I mean, I got my powers after my sister's professor went nuts from testing on himself and blew up the school.

Now, I sometimes phase out of reality if I'm not paying attention. I've died twice and had to be told about the second time months after it happened, and I think two versions of my future self started some sort of multiverse war, which is concerning, to say the least.

But...I dunno, maybe I'm the odd man out. Maybe after all that's happened, the fact that I still see myself as just a guy trying to help is weird. I run around the world in a white and red jumpsuit with goggles powered by an energy that no one can understand.

In two years, I've been through enough superhero drama and shenanigans that some heroes think I've been around for waaaaay longer, but somehow, I don't let it get to me. I dunno how I do it, I just do. I bet some guys think I'm some kind of psychopath, an emotional time bomb waiting to go off, just one bad day from--

Notification pops up on Luke's phone. As he reads it, he begins to grin ear to ear.

Oh. My. God! This is the best thing I've ever seen in my life! Have you seen this yet?!

Luke holds the phone up to your face.

MAGS (GF): Guess who's baaaaack? <Int. News Alert // Beaches Gone Bananas> Mutant Fish have been seen battling various cybernetically enhanced primates on Dandi Beach, located on the west coast of India. Sources in the area believe that this is closely involved with an explosion at a nearby abandoned banana factory. The few bananas recovered before the battle have been confirmed to emit a strange kind of radiation. Luckily, the beach was closed for cleaning due to...

Oh, you know this has got Maniac Macaque written all over it. I knew he survived the volcano collapse somehow. You can never keep a weird villain down for long!

Luke starts texting Mag back before running off in a flash of light for a few seconds, returning in costume.

Hey, I ape-preciate you letting me ramble for, like, four hours. I peel-ly needed this more than I thought.

Another notification pops up.

Aw, Carp! Utopic's there! Guy's a wooden board, he's gonna waste a primetime pun situation! Look, I gotta split, but next time you swing through town, lunch is on me. Just no shrimp.

No pun, I just can't stand the taste of 'em.

Luke races down the side of the building. You look off into the distance, seeing a streak of white light speeding into the horizon.

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"Some days, I really LOVE being a superhero!"

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Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story! If you have any comments, critiques, or criticisms, please don't be afraid to let me hear 'em (as long as they're constructive (or comical)). Also, if you have some spare time, check out my blog for more stories like the one above. Stay safe, drink plenty of water, and be kind to yourself and others. ToonMan, AWAY!

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[Last Week's Story || Next Week's Story]

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P.S. For the record, I know that the date for this story doesn't fit for last week, but I do have a story for last week. I just...lost the plot a bit.

I realized that the editing is gonna take a while, and my week's about to get not real great. So, I decided to get something down for this week so I wouldn't end up trying to rush a story out at 11 p.m. on Saturday.

If everything goes well, I should have the story done and posted early next week unless I walk into a complete catastrophe.

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To Ascend Again

Summary: After falling from the Celestial Realm, the seven brothers must rely on each other emotionally to cope with the loss of their sister, Lilith. Meanwhile, they are also trying to adjust to their new forms and heal both the physical and emotional wounds caused by the Celestial War. Their bonds become stronger than ever since the fall, and they learn to rise again from the calamity that befell them.

Genre: Angst/Hurt

CW: Blood, Mammon swearing, very minor violence

A/N: This is the first chapter released since Nightbringer came out! 🎉 I honestly was holding out for NB's release to get a feel for the story so I could figure out exactly how I wanted the future chapters to go. Now I know the situation of RAD in NB, but I had already mentioned it before i prior chapters so to keep it consistent, we're just going with it lol I'll try my best from here on out to include some stuff from the game, so i'll be sure to include if there's potential spoilers. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!! I also apologize in advance for what i'm about to do to Satan 😬

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Chapter 8: The Fall of Satan

The brothers stared as Diavolo placed a rather large catalog in front of them on the dining room table. “Uh, what’s this?” Mammon asked, tilting his head. “This here is a book of all of our Uniform options at my Academy!” The demon prince boasted. Lucifer pulled the catalog closer to himself to get a better look. “So, we can choose whatever we’d like?” he asked. Barbatos nodded from his place at the end of the table. “Yes, that’s correct. Most demons go for a standard, traditional uniform. But you can customize any of the pieces such as the style and color of the ties.” The brothers all crowded around Lucifer as they looked at the wide variety of uniform styles that Diavolo offered.

“Feel free to browse for the rest of the day. As soon as you decide we’ll get them ordered and you will be able to start attending the Academy.” Lucifer hummed as he glanced up at Diavolo, clasping his hands together in front of him. “And how exactly will we be paying for this?” Diavolo chuckled. “You needn’t worry, the Academy takes care of the costs for all of the student uniforms.” Barbatos nodded in agreement. “That is correct. However I must mention that you now have a household fund that the Demon King has set up in honor of your rankings.” Lucifer gaped at him as Mammon’s head shot up, abandoning the catalog. “Did ya just say ‘household fund’? Like, we have actual money?” Lucifer nudged him harshly, noticing the golden hue that began to shine in his younger brother’s eyes. “Mammon, that’s enough.” he hissed in warning. The white haired demon ignored him, his mind clearly clouded by greed. Diavolo tossed his head back in laughter as he slipped Lucifer a small rectangular piece of plastic. “Now calm down, Mammon. This credit card here is exclusively for household spending. You should have plenty in there to buy some more clothes to start out as well as ingredients to stock the kitchen.” Mammon huffed, crossing his arms to his chest. “Fine, I really do need new shirts. My wings keep rippin’ holes through ‘em.” “Me too, I’m so tired of it.” Asmo whined, resting his chin in his hand. Lucifer ignored them as he held up the small card. It was black with gold lettering that spelled out his name as well as a series of numbers. “When you go to buy something here in the Devildom, you can either use the physical form of currency as you had before, or simply hand over this card. It’ll automatically take out the funds from your account.” Lucifer glanced from the card back to Diavolo. “Is it really that simple?” he asked. Diavolo nodded. “Indeed. Almost too simple. Now, be sure to keep that away from Mammon.” he chuckled, nudging his shoulder. 

Once Barbatos finished explaining the uniforms, Diavolo plopped a big box down on the table, catching everyone’s attention. “Now, these are another important thing that will assist you greatly here in the Devildom.” One by one, he brought out a small, rectangular looking device and set them on the hardwood surface. “These are called D.D.Ds, which stands for ‘Diavolo’s Devildom Device’. They are manufactured by a well known company here in the Devildom called the Three-Legged Crow Conglomerate.” Levi reached for one and touched the screen, causing it to light up. “Woah, no way! These are kind of like human world cell phones!” he said, his voice rising with excitement as he unlocked the screen. Belphie shuffled his way through his older brothers to stand next to Leviathan, his violet eyes sparkling with interest. He watched as Levi tapped his way through the different apps on the home screen. “I’ve heard of cell phones. Li-” the youngest demon paused, his face falling almost immediately. “Um, I mean I just used to hear the other angels talking about them, is all.” Diavolo smiled sadly at the youngest brother as he handed the rest of the D.D.Ds out. Lucifer glanced over at Belphie, who was now staring at the ground. He knew that Lilith had a fascination with items from the Human world, Lilith was always telling them about her new discoveries. Diavolo’s voice brought him back from his thoughts and he noticed he was now holding one of the devices. “Belphegor is right. They do work very similarly to human world devices. These will allow you to stay in contact with each other when you’re away, and you can also browse the many applications that come with it.” Lucifer gently held the D.D.D. in his hand as he stared down at it. “So how do we use it?” he asked, quizzically. Barbatos cleared his throat, holding up his own device in his gloved hand. “Allow me to show you.” For the next several minutes, the butler assisted with showing the brothers how to send messages, calls, and also access the variety of apps that were installed already. “There's one more thing. If you happen to need any aid with your D.D.D, it comes with its very own virtual assistant.” The brothers watched curiously as he pressed a button on the side of the device. All of a sudden, a giant hologram of a crow appeared before them. “Greetings, I am Karasu.” Barbatos smiled as he watched the brothers gasp in surprise. “This is Karasu, he serves as a helpful assistant whenever you need help with your D.D.D. Simply just say the words, ‘Hey Karasu’, or press this button here.” he said, pointing to the small button he had pressed just a few moments earlier. Lucifer stared wide eyed at the crow as it sat floating in the middle of their dining room. “This is…. Amazing.” he muttered. Levi nodded in agreement. “Yeah, way beyond technology the human world has.” 

As the brothers continued to browse through their D.D.Ds, Diavolo and Barbatos saw it as an opportunity to excuse themselves. “Please, let us know when you have decided on the uniforms. We’ll have them sent to the House of Lamentation and then we’ll discuss the details of the Academy. We’d like you to start attending as soon as possible.” Lucifer nodded as he led the two demons back to the entryway of the house. “Thank you for your help. Words cannot express how much I am grateful to the generosity you have shown me and my brothers.” he said, dipping his head. Diavolo smiled as he reached out to place a large hand on his shoulder. “There’s no need to thank me, Lucifer. You shall repay me soon, but for now, I’d like you to focus on settling in.” He winked before turning around and heading out the door with Barbatos following closely behind. Lucifer sighed as the large door creaked shut. He really didn’t know what he meant by ‘repaying’ him, but he decided Diavolo was right. That was a problem for the future. Now he just had to focus on not only taking care of his brothers, but a whole house. 

The rest of the evening was quiet. After a very chaotic afternoon deciding with his brothers over what to order from Akuzon, Lucifer found himself in his room, scrolling through his D.D.D. and enjoying peace and quiet. They had been instructed by Diavolo to leave the house as little as possible, as the Devildom was quite shaken up from the word of their fall. However, they needed food and clothes desperately, so they took up trying out the Akuzon app on their D.D.Ds. They were successfully able to order what they needed to be delivered within just a few hours. He had finally got his brothers to settle down and gather their things from the order to head to their rooms for the night. As he was browsing through a Devildom news app, his phone suddenly emitted a high pitched ding and he flinched, almost dropping it. He saw a message pop up from Diavolo.

Good evening, Lucifer.  Are you settling in okay? Lucifer sat up, rubbing his forehead. He really didn’t understand why the Demon Prince of all people was messaging him at such an hour. Was that normal? Sighing, Lucifer tapped on the message and began to type out a reply. 

Yes, thank you Diavolo. 

We’ve picked out uniforms, I’ll send the order your way.

….

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Very good! 

Now Lucifer. 

I mean no offense by this but…do you know how to do that?

Lucifer stared wide-eyed at Diavolo’s message. On second thought, how did he go about doing that? 

Um.

No. My apologies, Diavolo. 

It’s quite alright. How about we meet tomorrow at my Castle? Come by whenever you are ready for the day.

Have a good night, Lucifer.

Lucifer blinked. Was he…laughing at him? Is that what that picture meant? The eldest demon sighed, setting his D.D.D down on the bed. The demon prince truly was a mystery to him. He still couldn’t understand how one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom could show this much compassion and kindness towards him and his brothers. Lucifer groaned, sliding underneath his covers and pulling them to his chest. He hated to admit it, but the generosity that Diavolo was showing to them was cracking the surface of his already fragile state of pride. He knew he didn’t deserve it. It was his fault they were all here anyways. His fault that Lilith was gone. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell his brothers the truth about their sister’s fate. He was failing them, and he could only sit here keeping secrets. He allowed his eyes to flutter shut, deciding to try and get some sleep since he would need to be at Diavolo’s early on the next day. However, flashes of Lilith’s bright smile filled his mind and kept him awake. She used to be the light in their lives. She always took care of them, cheered them up when they were upset. She was always smiling, and it made him smile. Lucifer could just barely remember the days when he didn’t constantly frown. Then one day, in the blink of an eye, her happy disposition was ruined by the corrupt laws of the Celestial Realm. Lucifer’s eyes shot open once more. Since when did he think of their laws as corrupt? He never thought of them that way before. He was always more than happy to uphold the commandments of The Celestial Realm. Obviously Lilith’s actions were forbidden by Celestial Realm law, so he should have had no opposition to their ruling. Lucifer rubbed his eyes. Just another sign of the pitiful creature I've become. Lucifer felt tears beginning to stream from the corners of his eyes, leaking onto the satin material of his pillowcase. There he was, crying again. He’s been doing a lot of that lately now that he didn’t have to share a space with Mammon and Leviathan. He wouldn’t dare to allow a single tear to slip in front of his brothers. He stuffed a fist to his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, allowing himself to give in. An audible sob broke the silence in his room as his shoulders shook, unable to control the involuntary shudders wracking through his body. He wasn’t sure how long he cried for, but he began to feel his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Lucifer sniffed as he wiped the tears away with the sleeve of his shirt. His head was becoming fuzzy, but it was almost…pleasant? Relaxing? He wasn’t sure exactly what the word for it was, but he sighed softly as he closed his eyes once more, allowing himself to give in and slip into a deep, much needed slumber. 

When Lucifer awoke the next morning, his head was surprisingly clear. He didn’t feel groggy like he normally did when he fell asleep with a tear stained face. Almost like…magic, he thought as he remembered the hazy feeling that overcame him last night. He snorted at the thought. Who in the hell would be working their magic on me? I simply exhausted myself once more. Shaking his head, he swung his feet over the side of the bed and stretched. He decided he should begin to get ready for the day, as he needed to go meet with Diavolo to get their RAD uniforms settled. He made his way to the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. He noticed he had shifted into his demon form at some point, his two large black horns curling from the sides of his head. His raven black hair was messy, sticking up in various places around his horns. He sighed as he pulled his shirt over his head and turned around. He was trying to get a glance at his back in the large mirror where the 6 wounds resulting from his terrifying fit of wrath stared back at him. He hated being in this form lately since his wings were beginning to grow back. It was unbearably itchy and sore, but the warm water from the shower helped soothe them for a short period of time. He practically groaned when he stepped under the warmth of the shower, enjoying the feeling of the hot water hitting his bare skin. 

After he was finished showering and dressed, Lucifer headed downstairs to the kitchen. He was surprised to see that the Twins were already there, getting breakfast ready for them all. “Good morning, Lucifer.” Beel said, flipping a couple of the biggest pancakes Lucifer has ever seen. “Good morning, you two. Thank you for getting breakfast ready.” he said, glancing at Belphegor. The youngest demon nodded. “Yeah, we settled on pancakes since we’re still getting a taste for Devildom food. Hope that’s okay.” he paused, then gave Lucifer a small smirk. “How did you sleep?” he asked. Lucifer blinked, confused at his expression. “...Very well, thank you. And you?” Belphie giggled softly. “Of course I slept well. I’m the Avatar of Sloth, remember?” Lucifer crossed his arms, beginning to piece together the situation. “Belphie…did you use your powers on me last night?” The 7th Born winked at him, his long, cow-like tail swishing excitedly behind him. “It’s possible. I was coming to talk to you about something but…I heard…” he trailed off, his tail suddenly stopping its movements and lowering to the ground. Lucifer smiled, reaching out a hand to ruffle Belphie’s hair. “I appreciate it.” he murmured softly. Belphie’s cheeks flushed, clearly flustered by Lucifer’s compliment. He turned to Beel, nuzzling his face into his arm. “O-Of course…but you don’t have to treat me like a child…” he muttered. Beel glanced away from the pancakes he was making and down at the top of his brother's head, obviously confused. Lucifer only laughed, “Come by my room this evening and we’ll talk. I have to meet with Diavolo today about our RAD uniforms, so I'll be out for a while.” The young demon nodded, still pressed into his twin’s side. “Wait, you’re leaving us alone? With Satan?” a voice sounded from the doorway. Lucifer turned around to see Levi, looking horrified. “It’s going to be fine, Levi. I’ll only be gone for a few hours.” Levi groaned, spinning back around and running straight into Asmo. “Ow, Levi! Watch where you’re going! You almost made me drop my D.D.D.” the 5th born whined, clutching the phone to his chest. “Oh shut up Asmo, Lucifer is leaving us to babysit the little ball of rage that is Satan.” “What?! You demon! You evil creature! You can’t do this to us!” he shrieked. Lucifer rubbed his temples in agitation. “Will you stop screaming? Listen, I have to go discuss this at Diavolo’s castle. I can’t keep having him come here all the time.” A chorus of groans filled the kitchen, all except for Beel who was shoving a pancake into his mouth. “Hey, Beel, save some for the rest of us.” Belphie sighed. 

Breakfast was thankfully uneventful. Satan didn’t come down from his room, so Lucifer took it as an opportunity to discuss the fact that he’d be leaving them alone for the first time since their fall. Of course, Mammon wasn’t happy to hear the news either. “What are we supposed to do if he flies off the handle again, eh?” Lucifer sighed. “Here’s hoping you all can stay calm for long enough that it doesn’t happen.” Mammon groaned. “Fine, but you better hurry up.” They all finished their breakfast, saving a plate for Satan to eat when he eventually came down from his room. Lucifer pulled on a large, wool jacket over his shoulders that he had gotten from last night’s Akuzon order. “I’ll be back soon. Please behave yourselves.” he said. The brothers nodded, shooting each other worried glances. Satan was in his room for the time being, but with his wrath being so unpredictable, they were all feeling incredibly anxious. “If you need anything, just call me. I’ll get back as soon as I can.” The brothers nodded as they watched Lucifer head out the door, leaving them alone in the giant house. 

About an hour went by after Lucifer’s departure, and the brothers found themselves hanging out in the living room together. “Did you guys see this app? It’s called Devilgram.” Asmo said, excitedly scrolling through his D.D.D.. “I’ve been scrolling through for hours! I’ve already made my first post! You guys need to follow me right now.” Mammon hummed, pulling up the app. “Can ya make money from it?” he asked, curiously. Asmo rolled his eyes. “Not everything is about money, Mammon.” Levi finally broke his silence from his spot on the couch next to Mammon. “I just downloaded this game, look.” he said, turning his phone for them all to see. “It’s called Ruri-Tunes! Isn’t the character so cute?” Mammon scrunched his face up, “Cute? Eh, I dunno about that.” Levi rolled his eyes, pulling his phone back to his chest. “Fine, you don’t get to be graced by her cuteness if you can’t appreciate it.” Mammon scoffed, a small smirk forming on his face. “Weirdo, who thinks a cartoon girl is cute?” Levi was about to retort when a voice interrupted. “Shouldn’t we text Satan and tell him food is down here for him?” Beel wondered out loud. “Awe Beel, you’re always so worried about food.” Asmo cooed, “But we probably should…I guess…” he sighed. “I’ll do it. I’ll start a group chat with us all.” Levi said, bringing up his messages. Group Chat: House of Lamentation (7)

Hey Satan, we have breakfast down here for you if you’re hungry.

Yeah, we noticed you didn’t come down so we wanted to save ya some before Beel inhaled it all.

….

….

They all watched as the tiny dots appeared and disappeared again. “...Is that him typing?” Belphie asked, glancing up from his phone. 

And you guys didn’t come get me?

You’re always leaving me out of things. That’s fine.

I don’t belong here anyways. 

….

….

Seriously, I can't stand being around you all. 

The brothers all jumped as they heard a door from upstairs slam shut. “Oh shit.” Mammon muttered, listening to the footsteps come down the stairs and echo down the hallway. “He’s coming down.” The 2nd Born got to his feet, standing protectively in front of his brothers with his wings spread out wide. They watched as the small form of Satan finally entered the living room, his green eyes glowing with uncontained wrath. “Satan, hey, just calm down for a sec! I’m sorry we didn’t come get you, we thought you were asleep!” Levi jumped up next. “Y-Yeah t-that’s all! W-We didn’t want to wake you is all!” Satan only glared at them, “Shut up! You guys don’t even care! You think I don’t hear what you’re saying?!” he shrieked, his tail lashing back and forth. “Satan, knock it off right now, ya damn brat!” Mammon growled, baring his fangs. “Mammon, that's definitely not guaranteed to calm him down.” Beel said, slowly rising from the couch. “I’m leaving, you all can fuck off!” Satan yelled, making a break for the entryway of the house. “Oh no ya don’t, you out of all of us can’t leave!” Mammon said, grabbing the smaller boy’s arm. Satan spun around, letting out an inhuman-like growl as he sunk his fangs into Mammon’s forearm. “Fuck!” Mammon hissed, letting go and grasping his arm. “Someone call Lucifer! Now!” he yelled back at his brothers, who were looking horrified as they saw blood dripping onto the hardwood floor of the living room. Asmo shrieked and jumped up to head to the other room to call the eldest demon. Satan once again made a sprint for the front door, but was stopped by Beel who grabbed him from behind, squeezing him to his chest. Satan wailed, attempting to wiggle free from the Avatar of Gluttony’s grasp, but it was no use. He was strong, and Satan’s small frame was not nearly powerful enough to break free from Beel’s strength. His tail, however, lashed against Beel’s legs, back and arms, causing the red haired demon to stumble. “Guys, I can’t hold him for much longer.” Beel hissed through his teeth.  Suddenly, a burst of magic filled the room, and the brothers all looked up to see Barbatos entering through a portal out of thin air followed by Diavolo and Lucifer. “Beelzebub, drop him.” Barbatos said, sternly. Beel obeyed and released his grasp on the wrath filled demon. Satan dropped to the ground, gasping as he attempted to get to his feet once more. The next thing he knew, he had no feeling in his limbs and he fell forward, his head hitting against the tile of the entryway. “I've immobilized him. It should last until we get him contained.” Diavolo said. His normally cheerful voice has been replaced with an uncharacteristically serious tone. Lucifer made his way over, rolling his little brother’s small body over with his foot. Satan’s eyes lit up once more at the sight of the eldest demon, his lip curling in disgust. Lucifer frowned, noticing how his face was stained crimson from what he guessed to be Mammon’s blood.

“Satan, what have you done?”

[raviosrupees]

Super Specific Linked Universe Headcanons Pt 1.

All of the Links are autistic but they all have wildly different ways of presenting it. Ask me about their special interests, please. Please.

Warriors is in his 20s. He is an Aquarius. I'm right.

Sky is the ultimate straight cis ally, but he has bi wife energy. He is best friends with Legend, and they're kind of inseparable.

Twilight is a taurus, he's cis and bisexual, but leans towards women and fem ppl (and too hung up to think about anyone but one woman)

Wild is taller than yall think, 17 or 117 whatever is more convenient for him, zelda told him his birthday is november 7th (scorpio, ofc) and he just accepts that.

Hyrule is pansexual (mostly cis but might be genderfluid, he likes to wear feminine clothes and makeup)

Four is like? 3'8, and he's 20 yo but most people don't believe him. He's a trans boy, and most of the colors are too besides vio, who I think is either genderfluid or pangender, uses all pronouns. Four is bisexual but leans towards guys, though he loves his Zelda.

Legend is 4'10, 17 yo, born december 14th at midnight. he is trans, any pronouns, and bisexual.

Ravio is same height and age as Legend, and they're both born on the same day but ravio was born at noon. This really bothers Legend, he wants his own birthday. Ravi loves it.

also ravio is gay, asian/latino, chubby and has the best smile <3

war is cis and bisexual but he leans towards women, I think he's aromantic but probably could be romantically involved with someone.

Times eyes are more gray than blue

Sky 9 times out of 10 has no clue whats going on. Stupid and confused, and its perfect.

Twilight always knows where all of them are, and I don't even know if it's just smell. He has mom instincts "where are my kids, what are they doing"

Wild got mad anger issues pls calm down babe. Kind of scary. He lets hyrule braid his hair sometimes.

Hyrules eyes are more green than blue, and he has freckles all over his face and body (jokes he ought to get a kiss for every freckle)

Whenever Wind gets mail from his little sister, he reads it to the group. He's very proud of her, and she's very proud of him. She has a bunch of big brothers now.

Four + the colors are white-asian mixed (or looks like it yk, bc he's hylian) his eyes are dark brown.

Legend goes non verbal a lot, esp when they're stressed, but when she talks, she talks. I mean, hand gestures, ranting, cussing, pointing, "and you a bitch, and you a bitch." favorite curse word is cunt.

warriors ruffle everyone's hair, and they all hate it (esp four and legend, who claims he's going to choke him with his own scarf)

Sky likes to sing and dance, and wishes more of them would dance with him.

Twilight has slept as a wolf so often that it's practically natural for him, he really prefers it. Also, he takes all of his nightwatch shifts as a wolf.

Wild will teach literally anyone about edible flora and mushrooms and such, and foraging around hyrule, if only they would listen. Sometimes talks random animals ears off about his favorite flavor combos. Sky loves to listen and ask questions.

Hyrule will hand his favorite people random stuff as "gifts" like feathers, flowers, rocks, dead bugs (he's obsessed with bugs, he loves them so so much and they're all his friends) his favorite animal is a bumblebee

i know we all agree wind swears likek a bloody sailor, bc thats what he is, but how about him using random shit for swears like, "crabs cankles," "bilge-sucking" or calling the others landlubbers. also feel like he'd be the type to say "bite me" when someone disagrees with him.

Four keeps a bunch of books in his bag, and if their reading is disturbed they all have different reactions. Blue pinches or glares, Vio ignores you unless she deems what youre saying important, red gets physically distressed, and green will actually tell you to be quiet. (blue pinches a lot actually)

Legend is a very picky eater, especially with textures, this pisses wild off (wdym you dont like it YOU HAVENT EVEN TRIED IT)

Sky's Zelda is a bisexual virgo, and she knows everything.

Malon makes very good bread. I want to shove that shit in my face ong. Also she insists on giving each of the boys big hugs when shes sees them.

[n04hfiction]

hello:)! this is for the shipping post :D! i hope u have a good rest of ur day !! My name is genesis, but my friends call me gen 😽!! I am mexican American and my mother tongue is spanish:). I am the youngest out of 5 kids.

4 my physical appearance : I have straight brown hair, big green eyes, pale skin,and a shit ton of freckles! I also wear glasses. I have curtain bangs as well👍🏻. I do have muscles but its the most visible on my arms tho 😽 i am 5’1 .

4 my style: Most of my clothes are hand me downs from my siblings🤧 so i dont really know. I usually wear at my house is a tank top and some men shorts. When i’m going out i wear cargo pants/jeans/shorts and a random t-shirt/tank top. When its cold i wear my brothers clothes 😭😭Like some black jeans , a random hoodie , and a puffer jacket and a beanie. When i have special events i wear 2000s type dresses and a pair of my sisters heels. My friends say my aesthetic is kinda of the spiderman in the spider verse? Yeah kinda like that so idk 🤷‍♀️. But i have a pair of green nikey shoes my mom gave me. And those were the first shoes my mom gave me that were new 😭😭so those r the shoes i wear. I wear a gold dog pendant (like the rectangle ones) That has the date of when my dad passed away. I wear that all the time c: 

4 hobbies : I LOVE DRVING SO MUCH :DD !! I saved moved a lot of money and after a few pay checks from working, I got my first car 😸!! I love listening to music! Tupac,kaili uchis, winsin y yandel, joji, steve lacy are my current favs <3. I like drawing once in a while 2 :]. But driving is so much fun i luv it

4 personality : I am a pisces and extroverted! My friend says i’m kind and funny. My mom said that i am a “young dumb person with a smart mind and a lot like ur dad”😟. My 2 sisters say that i’m a “very forgiving person, and playful, but I need to think abt stuff more instead of being impulsive.” My 2 brother says that i’m “funny , smart, loyal but u have a temper”. My love language is quality time and acts of service :). Also being annoying 😭 like if i hug someone , i am gonna tickle them until it hurts, or if ur taking a nap , im gonna come in and blast daddy yankee and wake u up, Or ur sitting on the couch , i’ll go sit in ur lap and get comfy 🤧🤧

i ship you with sapnap!!

sapnap will take your glasses and either hide them or put them on his face and refuse to take them off XD he lowkey loves doing it, especially if you can’t see that well without them, cuz he’s a little shit most of the time, but it’s all in good fun

he also loves that your style is just a mix of your siblings hand-me-downs, because he loves to throw his clothes at you and saying, “here, hand-me-downs” he also loves buying matching clothes as well as sharing clothes. sometimes when going through your closet he’ll find a bunch of clothes he forgot he gave to you XD

and in one of my previous sapnap posts i mentioned that sapnap is a passenger princess who loves to scream to his fav songs as loud as possible xD so that definitely applies. your guy’s drives are usually late night ones. so i can imagine when the windows are rolled down and it’s hella late he’ll scream his favorite songs pretty obnoxiously lmfao some bystanders get kind of annoyed lmfao

he loves your kind and cherishing personality, but he thinks your (supposed) temper is funny XD he does enjoy teasing you for it ajsjsjnsns

and he is def the kind of person who loves to exist separately if that makes sense, like be in the same room doing different tasks, and he loves doing simply things for you. especially cooking