#the complicated relationship to her family

[oodlyenough]

#i really dont like or care for this twist#not just bc it invalidates my feendolly fic (though perhaps thats on me for writing it before i finished 3-5)#but also like... idk felt lame.#the mental image of phoenix dragging around dahlia who doesnt want to be on these dates is so entertaining#and just like dahlia taking advantage of him any way she can#i like iris but i feel like this doesnt make her seem better than dahlia like girl u still lied to him and werent planning to tell#idk i was a bit pissed off#thats not to say i dont find feenris cute but... idk.#i was more invested with the fey family drama i wanted iris and pearl to speak to each other at the end yknow sisterhood and all

Yeah honestly same here, if I had to choose my ultimtae preference would be exactly what I thought we got in 3-1, Dahlia and Phoenix's no-good very bad relationship that he has too many blinders on to see. I found it compelling in 3-1 and I also thought it was an interesting thing to do with saviour complex Phoenix who believes in people, to have him be utterly wrong this time.

Failing that I would've rather seen the switch happen ... literally anything besides the "it was ALWAYS iris the whole time and they were in looooove" stuff we got, which I found obnoxious and also didn't really line up with the canon to that point.

And like you I was also very frustrated that the story never acknowledged what Iris did is still super fucked up, lol. Both canon and fanon treating Feenris like it was this really wholesome puppy love ship grates on me, it's objectively a very messed up thing to do to Phoenix and that version of events whitewashes all the things that make Iris a more complicated and therefore interesting character.

the 'actually he dated the nice twin all along ☺️' reveal in 3-5 was disappointing imo because, among other things, the idea that it was both of them is like, richer narratively and also much funnier. dahlia walking feenie to class through gritted teeth until he starts talking about how he got them tickets to a 3 hr poetry reading for date night and then she's texting iris like 'i'll strangle him right now i swear to god' 'ok ok i'll do it'

[blossoms-phan]

you don’t have to post if it’s like something that’s not talked about but I don’t know much about dan and phil’s personal life or what they have shared and I was wondering if dan was raised by his grandma? just cause out of everyone in his family she’s the only one that he mentions with regularity and fondness

hi! it has been talked about before a lot in past years (i just fell down a rabbit hole of some peoples tags before answering this lol), and disclaimer- family relationships are complicated and nuanced, i don’t claim to know the specifics of dan’s relationship with his family other than what he’s told us. but generally speaking, dan talks about his grandma (maternal) most often and with fondness because he has a really strong bond with her, and though i don’t know if i would necessarily say he was raised by her solely, he definitely spent a lot of his childhood with her. dan has spoken about his parents not necessarily being very present/supportive when he was younger, which isn’t to say they weren’t there to like, be his parents but to my knowledge they both worked a lot and he’s talked about calling his grandma on the phone or going to her house after school and things like that. there’s a lot to unpack as far as dan’s family goes if im being so honest but dan definitely fits into that category of “oldest daughter/girls who were raised by their grandma”

[hollowed-theory-hall]

I was re-reading POA and was surprised about how open Harry is with Lupin. There are a couple instances of him not wanting to say something because he thinks it’s shameful/embarrassing but then he can’t help himself from opening up to lupin anyway. It reminds me a lot of how he acts with Sirius in GOF and OOTP. But I also think he stopped sharing his feelings with lupin after POA because of the distance that lupin was trying to put between them. It always seems like lupin wants to connect with Harry but won’t let himself because of all the stuff he has going on with himself (him reaching out to put his hand on his shoulder but thinking better of it is a pretty good example). It’s kinda a shame though, it would have been nice if Lupin allowed himself to be closer to Harry because their relationship could have been another place where Harry could be open and confide in another person with.

Yeah, I talked a bit about their dynamic here, but in PoA, Harry found an adult who he likes, and the adult likes him and respects him and he's trying so hard to latch onto that one positive connection and get closer to Lupin. Lupin is like, the first teacher Harry actually looked up to.

I mean, Dumbledore is more of a distant figure at first and Harry's feelings about him are complicated later on. Harry treats Hagrid more like his peer than like his elder. He respects McGonagall immensely, but she always had a more distant and professional air to her.

Remus, on the other hand, already saved Harry from dementors on the train (so he's competent), he clearly likes Harry and he calls all the students by their first names. Lupin is the cool and hip teacher who wants all the kids to like him so he comes up with cool lesson plans and falls behind on the curriculum (according to Snape).

Remus' behavior encourages Harry to look up to and open up to him. Harry never had an adult he could really count on and felt close to. He loves Arthur and Molly, but he doesn't feel like they're his family. Also, he doesn't really register them as competent wizards. But Remus — Remus is everything Harry wants from an adult mentor figure.

It's why Harry keeps going out of his way to talk to him. To convince him to teach him the Patronus Charm. And Remus, well, Remus, as always, is conflicted.

Remus can't have good things in his life. He thinks he doesn't deserve good things in his life. He thinks he is awful and ruins the lives of everyone he is close to just by being there.

I think he really likes Harry. I think he sees Harry as his own person, who isn't James or Lily, and who is talented and capable and brave. But Remus thinks he isn't worthy of being associated with Harry. He thinks Harry must be happier however he is living now, and anyway, he's a werewolf, he couldn't offer Harry anything better (that's what he thinks). It's why he doesn't even offer to take Harry with him, why he never writes to Harry. He twists himself in guilt and shame so he thinks everyone is better off without him which is his go-to excuse on why he shouldn't be responsible for things/people.

And Harry isn't stupid, he can tell when someone doesn't want to talk to him (which Remus is very much acting like), so he stops. It also helps that at the end of PoA, Sirius appears, and Sirius is everything Remus is (capable, likes Harry, cool, very un-Dursley) but more — because he wants Harry to come live with him. He wants Harry to write to him and talk to him. He wants to tell Harry about James and Lily. Sirius comes in after a year in which Harry got the first positive adult role-model (Remus) and then, just, improved the formula by wanting to be there for Harry and not struggling to keep up the distance like Lupin was doing.

As such, post-PoA, we see Harry have the same openness (and even more so) with Sirius. Harry stops talking to Remus because Remus didn't talk to him. I think he felt a little betrayed that Remus didn't tell him he was friends with James throughout the whole year, too. Like, I think it's reasonable that Harry somewhat gave up on Lupin post-PoA. Remus is the one who gave up on a connection with Harry first.

Could their relationship have been better and a source of comfort to Harry? Definitely. But Remus is doing what he always does. What he tried to do with Tonks (even after he got her pregnant) — he forces himself not to get attached and runs away.

[adumbratrapedme]

Suna x reader | teen pregnancy. pt 1 the news.

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between suna and a reader.

wc. idk | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst to fluff, teen pregnancy mentions, etc. reader is the twins younger sistah

teen pregnancy series masterlist here!

General headcanons

╭⋅First. You are the miya's younger sister... and somehow you ended in this fwb relationship with suna... their best friend... ╭⋅Once you tell him the reason why you avoided him Suna gets hitted with a mix of shock, guilt, and confusion. ╭⋅He replays every conversation you’ve had in his mind, especially the ones where he pushed you away emotionally. The realization that you might have been going through this alone eats at him. ╭⋅Despite his initial shock, Suna finds himself wanting to take responsibility. He starts showing up at your house under the guise of “visiting Atsumu and Osamu” but sneaks moments to check on you. ╭⋅When the twins eventually discover the truth (that suna is the dad), all hell breaks loose. Atsumu is furious, yelling at Suna for “ruining” their sister’s life, while Osamu takes a quieter but no less intimidating approach, asking Suna how he plans to fix things. ╭⋅After their initial shock they never let Suna or you live it down. Every family dinner comes with a new round of jokes, like Osamu calling Suna “Dadtarō” or Atsumu making fake baby crying noises whenever Suna walks in. ╭⋅There's going to be moments where Suna feels like he’s not enough for you, and you wonder if you made a mistake trusting him. ╭⋅Despite this you guys aren't "oficially" dating (for now mahwhawah)

Suna Rintarō never intended to get too close to Miya Y/N. She was Atsumu and Osamu’s younger sister—off-limits, complicated, and, most importantly, a distraction. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. They were just friends with benefits, nothing more. He’d even told her as much, keeping things casual and detached.

But lately, Y/N had been distant. She stopped texting him late at night, stopped meeting him in the usual places, and, most confusingly, she stopped even looking at him in the hallway. At first, he told himself it didn’t matter. If she wanted to stop, she’d stop. But as days turned into weeks, Suna couldn’t ignore the hollow feeling in his chest every time he passed her and she turned away, tears glistening in her eyes.

Everything came to a head during volleyball practice when Atsumu and Osamu’s voices carried across the gym.

“She’s been crying nonstop,” Atsumu muttered, frustration clear in his tone. “I don’t get it. She won’t tell us what’s wrong.”

“Maybe it’s school stress?” Osamu offered, but even he sounded doubtful. “I haven’t seen her eat much either. She’s been holed up in her room.”

After practice, Suna cornered Y/N outside the school gates. She flinched when she saw him, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” he demanded, his voice sharper than he intended.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she bit her lip, trying to keep them from falling. “You told me this wasn’t serious,” she whispered. “You said you didn’t want anything more, why are you here?"

“I—” Suna faltered. He had said that. But now, seeing her so broken, he wasn’t sure if he’d meant it.

“it's none of your business rintaro” she said, her voice cracking. “Bye.” she said running away.

For the first time in his life, Suna Rintarō was speechless.

A few days later during lunch break Suna sat with the Miya twins, half-listening to their usual banter as he picked at his food. The conversation shifted when Atsumu let out a frustrated sigh.

“Y/n's been acting weird lately,” Atsumu grumbled, shoving a piece of rice into his mouth.

Suna’s hand paused mid-air, chopsticks hovering over his bento. He forced himself to look disinterested, even though his chest tightened.

“What do you mean?” Suna asked, keeping his tone casual.

“She’s pregnant,” Atsumu said bluntly, earning a glare from Osamu.

“Oi, don’t just say it like that!” Osamu snapped. “But yeah. She told us a few days ago.”

Suna’s heart dropped. He stared at his food, trying to keep his expression neutral, but his hand tightened around his chopsticks.

“Do you know who the guy is?” Suna asked, hating how his voice sounded strained.

The twins shook their heads.

“No clue,” Atsumu admitted, scowling. “She won’t say. But when I find out who the bastard is, he’s dead.”

“Real dead,” Osamu agreed, his tone cold. “Leaving her to deal with it on her own? Coward.”

Suna swallowed hard, his throat dry.

“She’s been crying a lot,” Atsumu muttered, his anger fading into something softer. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like this. She’s holed up in her room all the time, barely eats... It’s hard to watch, y’know?”

Osamu nodded. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do to help. We’re her brothers, but she won’t talk to us.”

Suna’s chest ached. The image of Y/N crying alone, carrying the weight of this all by herself, was too much. He thought back to the last time they’d been together, the way she’d looked at him like she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

“Maybe she just needs time,” Suna said quietly, barely able to meet their eyes.

Suna couldn’t focus during practice. The twins’ words echoed in his head, and every spike he missed earned him a sharp glare from Coach. Afterwards, instead of heading home, he waited near the school gates, hoping Y/N would pass by.

When she finally appeared, her eyes widened at the sight of him. She looked tired—dark circles under her eyes, her shoulders hunched like the weight of the world rested on them.

“Y/N,” Suna called, stepping toward her.

She froze, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach. “What do you want?”

He hesitated, his usual calm demeanor crumbling. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” she asked, her voice shaking.

“You’re pregnant,” he said, his voice low. “Why didn’t you tell me it was mine?”

Tears welled in her eyes, and she shook her head. “Because you said you didn’t want anything serious,” she whispered. “I thought you’d hate me if I told you.”

Suna felt like the air had been knocked out of him. He’d been so focused on keeping his distance, so afraid of letting her get too close, that he hadn’t realized how much damage he’d done.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice soft, “I'm an idiot. I... I never meant to hurt you. But please, let me help.”

She hesitated, searching his face for sincerity. “I don’t know if I can trust you,” she admitted.

Suna nodded, accepting her words. “That’s fair. But I’ll prove it to you. I’m not going anywhere.”

EXTRA;

It was a Saturday evening, and the Miya household was unusually quiet. Atsumu and Osamu sat in the living room, bickering over who had eaten the last onigiri from the fridge. Y/N sat nervously on the couch, glancing at Suna, who stood by the door like he was ready to bolt at any second.

“Are ya gonna tell us why you dragged us all here?” Atsumu asked, leaning back and tossing a pillow at Osamu, who caught it without looking.

“Yeah, if this is about Y/N, just spit it out already,” Osamu added, his tone sharper. “We’ve been worried sick, y’know.”

Y/N fidgeted with the hem of her hoodie, her heart pounding. Suna, sensing her hesitation, cleared his throat.

“It’s about the baby,” Suna started, his usual calm façade cracking as the twins’ attention snapped to him.

Atsumu narrowed his eyes. “What about it?”

Suna glanced at Y/N, silently asking for permission. She nodded, her face pale. “It’s mine,” Suna said bluntly, his voice steady but his hands stuffed into his pockets to hide his nervousness.

The room went silent. Too silent.

Then—

“WHAT?!” Atsumu exploded, jumping to his feet. “Yer kiddin’, right? This is some kinda joke, yeah? A sick joke! Osamu, tell me he’s joking!”

Osamu blinked, his usual calm demeanor slipping as he processed the bombshell. “Wait... you’re the one who—” He pointed at Suna, then at Y/N, then back at Suna, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Calm down,” Suna said, raising his hands defensively. “I’m serious. I’m the father.”

“You?” Atsumu screeched. “Of all people, you?!” He looked genuinely offended, like Suna being the father was a personal insult.

“Oi, what’s that supposed to mean?” Suna deadpanned, his eyebrow twitching.

“It means yer a lazy, sneaky little punk who can’t even take volleyball practice or relationships seriously half the time!” Atsumu shot back.

Osamu finally snapped out of his daze, leaning forward with a smirk. “Hold on. Does this mean you two were... y’know...”

Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Don’t say it, Osamu.”

“Together,” Osamu finished, drawing out the word with a mischievous grin.

Atsumu gagged dramatically. “Gross. I don’t wanna think about that!”

“None of us do,” Y/N muttered, her face burning.

Suna rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Look, I’m here now, okay? I’m taking responsibility. You can yell at me all you want, but I’m not going anywhere.”

The twins exchanged a look, their expressions unreadable.

Finally, Osamu shrugged. “Well, at least he’s owning up to it.”

“Yeah, but it’s Suna,” Atsumu whined. “Our little sister deserves better than that!”

“Oi,” Suna muttered, annoyed.

“Shut it, Rintarō. We’re not done with you,” Atsumu said, jabbing a finger in his direction. “If ya mess this up—if ya hurt her even a little—I swear, I’ll make ya regret it.”

Osamu nodded in agreement. “We know where you live.”

Suna sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Overprotective big brothers and all that.”

Y/N finally looked up, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the tension. “Guys... thank you. For caring. But I can handle this. And Suna’s... here.”

“here,” Atsumu muttered under his breath. “That’s the bare minimum, but fine. For now.”

Osamu stood up, patting Suna on the shoulder with a little too much force. “Welcome to the family, I guess. Don’t screw it up.”

Suna gave him a flat look. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“Yer lucky she likes ya,” Atsumu grumbled, collapsing back onto the couch. “I still don’t get it, though. What does she see in ya?”

“Guess I’m just irresistible,” Suna deadpanned, earning a pillow to the face.

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ngl y'all im having a hard time when making the first part for every character cuz i dont want to be repetitive on "oh you guys are a couple, sex, bAM BABY" or "you guys are friens with benefits, BAM, SEX, BABY!" yk?? so huh yeah-

[margeoww]

Hey, I think I already requested this, but I didn’t specify what I meant. I asked about if you’d be up to writing an alternative 2nd part to “too wide a divide” where reader finds out she is pregnant?? Like before they got back together. Maybe happy ending??

Too Wide a Divide: Alternative Ending

part 1 | part 2 (endl 1) | part 2 (end 2)

pairing: toto wolff x fem!reader

summary: months after toto and the reader part ways due to the disapproval of her family, she finds out she’s pregnant. Torn between resentment and longing, she debates whether to tell him. Fate intervenes when their paths cross again, leading to a heartfelt confrontation and the possibility of a second chance.

It had been three months since that night when everything fell apart. His words still echoed in your mind:

“I can’t keep going, knowing your family is tearing you apart because of me. I can’t be the reason you’re suffering.”

The memory was a knife that twisted in your chest every time you let yourself think about him. You’d tried to move on, but the ache lingered like a shadow. His scent still clung faintly to your pillow, and when Formula 1 broadcasts filled your living room, your gaze always searched for him, despite yourself.

But something else had begun to demand your attention. It started subtly—a faint nausea when you woke up, an overwhelming fatigue that had you retreating to bed far earlier than usual. At first, you dismissed it as stress. The breakup had taken a toll on your body and mind.

But one morning, as you sat at your kitchen table trying to stomach your coffee, a wave of dizziness struck you so strongly you had to grip the counter for support. You froze. Your mind pieced together the symptoms, and a cold realization settled over you.

An hour later, you stood in the bathroom, a test in hand, staring at two unmistakable lines.

You were pregnant.

The discovery left you paralyzed. Joy and fear warred within you. A part of you thrilled at the thought of a life growing inside you, something so uniquely yours and Toto’s. But then, the doubts crept in.

What would Toto say? The question haunted you. Could you even tell him? After all, he had been the one to leave, to decide that love wasn’t enough to overcome the barriers between you. Would he see this child as another complication?

And then there was your family. The disapproving looks, the harsh words they had thrown your way when they learned about your relationship with Toto. You could only imagine their reaction now.

But despite the fear, one thing was clear: this baby was yours to love and protect. And no matter how daunting the path ahead seemed, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Weeks passed, and you kept the secret to yourself. You focused on preparing for the baby, slowly coming to terms with the reality of doing this on your own.

That all changed on a crisp winter afternoon. Leaving your first ultrasound appointment, you were tucking the image of your baby into your bag when you saw him.

Toto stood in the hospital lobby, speaking with someone you didn’t recognize. His tall frame and familiar presence made your heart lurch painfully. You tried to turn away, to slip out unnoticed, but fate wasn’t on your side. He looked up, his piercing eyes meeting yours across the room.

—You’re here —he said —his deep voice laced with surprise as he stepped toward you.

You froze, unsure what to say, until his gaze fell to where your hand rested protectively over your stomach. His expression shifted, confusion melting into realization.

—Is it…? —His voice trailed off, his eyes wide.

You swallowed hard, your throat tight. There was no point in hiding it now.

—Yes. —you said softly. —It’s yours.

Toto’s face was a mixture of emotions—shock, disbelief, and something deeper, something raw that made your chest tighten. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped, as if the words refused to form.

—Can we talk? —he asked, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

You hesitated. The urge to run was strong, but you knew this moment was inevitable. Nodding, you led him outside to a nearby bench. The winter air bit at your skin, but the cold was nothing compared to the tension between you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. He was staring at the ground, his jaw clenched. You could feel his struggle to find the right words, and finally, he looked up, his dark eyes locking with yours.

—I didn’t know. —he said, his voice heavy. —If I had known… I…

You cut him off, shaking your head.

—If you had known, would it have changed anything? You made your choice, Toto. You walked away because you didn’t think we could make it work.

Your voice cracked, but you pushed through.

—I wasn’t going to tell you. I thought… I thought it would be easier for both of us. You left, and I wasn’t going to beg you to come back. But now…

You paused, placing a hand on your belly. The gesture was unconscious, but his eyes followed it, softening as he looked at you again.

—Now you need to know, because this baby deserves to have both parents if that’s what you want. I won’t force you to stay. I’ve already decided to do this on my own if I have to.

Toto’s brows furrowed, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at the ground again.

—You think I wouldn’t want to be here? —he asked, his voice quiet but firm. —You think I’d walk away from you? From them?

He sat up straight, his expression resolute.

—Yes, I made a mistake. I thought I was doing the right thing by letting you go. I thought I was protecting you from the pressure, from your family’s disapproval. But it was the worst decision of my life.

His voice wavered, but he pressed on.

—I still love you. I never stopped. And now… Now we have a chance to build something, to be a family. Please, let me prove it to you.

Your heart ached at his words. You wanted to believe him, to trust that he meant every word. But the pain of his leaving still lingered.

—This isn’t just about me anymore, Toto. If you’re here, it has to be for both of us, me and the baby. Not because you feel guilty, not because it’s the right thing to do.

He reached for your hand, his fingers warm despite the cold.

—I’m here because I want to be, he said softly. —Because I love you, and I already love them. I want to fix this. I want to be in your life, in their life.

Tears burned in your eyes as you searched his face for any sign of hesitation, but there was none. He was serious, and for the first time in months, you felt a glimmer of hope.

—Okay, you said. —your voice trembling. —But this is going to take time.

Toto nodded, squeezing your hand.

—As much time as you need. I’ll be here.

The months that followed weren’t easy. Trust had to be rebuilt, and the wounds of the past didn’t heal overnight. But Toto was there for every step of the journey—doctor’s appointments, nursery shopping, late-night cravings.

He made mistakes, of course, but he worked tirelessly to prove his commitment, not just to you, but to the family you were creating together.

The day your baby was born, Toto was by your side, holding your hand as tears streamed down his face. When he held the baby for the first time, his broad shoulders seemed to shake under the weight of his emotions.

—He is perfect. —he whispered, his voice thick with tears. —Just like their mother.

You watched as he cradled the tiny bundle, his hands so careful and steady, as if he were holding the most precious thing in the world. In that moment, the doubts and fears that had haunted you for months seemed to dissolve.

Toto looked up at you, his eyes shining with a mixture of love and determination.

—I’ll never let you down again. —he said softly. —Both of you.

You smiled through your tears, reaching out to stroke the baby’s cheek.

—We’ll hold you to that. —you replied, your voice light but full of meaning.

The three of you sat there in the quiet room, the chaos of the past forgotten as you embraced this new chapter. It wasn’t the fairy tale you’d once imagined, but it was real, and it was yours.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, the divide between you didn’t feel so wide anymore.

[loveandleases]

How would each ro react to the mc parnets trying to be involved in their child life?

Cause they sound insane as hell considering how they are acting

I'm not going to go into too much detail because some of that will be in the story itself. (below the cut!)

❤️ Cam - Originally, MC's parents treated him well. (likely due to that last name of his.) But, once they realized he was the black sheep of his family, their treatment soured. He sees them for who they are - self-serving and opportunistic. For him, it's a big no. Big no. He knows them too well to give them the benefit of the doubt. "Maybe you should focus on Jade, I mean why stop now right?"

💙 G - So, MC's parents met G several times when they were attending Uni together. They initially liked G, especially when they thought G was on track to become a surgeon. G got along with them until they began noticing the favoritism between MC and Jade. They had hoped they would improve, but from what they noticed they never did. Over time they realized that MC's parents' treatment wasn't a fluke - it was a pattern. G likes to think things through and figure out what's going on. But their patience has limits, and they quickly decide that the parents aren't worth the effort. They don't hide their disdain.

💚 Kara - Our sweet girl likes to believe the best in people, including those two. Kara has been treated like royalty by them. So, she doesn't know all the bad. She has seen MC's parents when they're at their happiest. Surrounded by the Clarke's money and living it up, since they're family friends. Her optimism will crack though, once she starts seeing the difference in how MC is treated in comparison to Jade. Watching MC get brushed aside time and time again is eye-opening for her, and it even parallels. She often feels like a backup/afterthought to her parents. Her loyalty to MC will outweigh her idealism, and she'll start to see the parents for who they are.

💛 M - HATES them. Like really hates them. M has an amazing relationship with their mothers. So, seeing people act so aloof with their child, pisses them off. It's revolting. And you know how M is, sometimes they can hold their tongue, and other times it's out of their mouth before it's even fully processed in their mind. M thinks it's in MC's best interest to cut ties with them. Because they know MC deserves better, and if their parents won't give it to them. M will.

💜 Isaac - So, their feelings about MC's parents are complicated. Isaac lost their mother and has a pretty rocky relationship with his father. So, his perspective is unique. He knows what it's like to feel like a dollar sign to a parent, and he fears MC will face that too when they're more successful. Beneath that cynicism, there's a bit of sadness. Because they can't help but think about the relationship they had with their mother, that they wish MC could have. If Isaac thought there was a chance for MC's relationship with their parents to change and become healthy, they would oh so cautiously, support it. But if not, then he'd be the first to tell them to walk away.

🖤 Ardent - Ugh, this guy has really good parents. Most of his family is great. (then the others well.. spoiler) One of the two out of the ROs. He's used to arguments and disagreements with his family, but those are small fights. Over stupid things, it's never about favoritism or neglect. To him, family means showing up and making someone feel like a priority. MC's parents fail that test immensely. If MC needs companionship, a partnership, or a family he is ready to offer it all. For him, blood isn't what defines family; actions do.

[wondergirlsthings]

Jobe’s Struggle

Jude Bellingham x Reader

Jobe Bellingham had always been the quiet one in the family. His older brother, Jude, had always been in the spotlight, and Jobe found comfort in staying in the background. But lately, there was something that kept him on edge—something he couldn’t shake off.

It wasn’t the usual brotherly rivalry. It wasn’t even the attention that Jude got from being such a prominent footballer. No, this was different. It was her—Y/N, his brother’s girlfriend.

Y/N had been a close family friend for years. She was kind, funny, and always made everyone feel comfortable. Jobe had always appreciated her presence, but lately, he noticed something had shifted. It wasn’t just friendship anymore—his feelings had grown into something more complicated. And that terrified him.

It started with small things. The way she smiled at him a little longer than usual. The way they had become closer friends, sharing conversations that seemed to stretch into deeper, more personal territory. He tried to ignore it. He told himself it was just his mind playing tricks. After all, she was with Jude, and he respected their relationship.

But the feelings didn’t fade. They only grew stronger. Jobe found himself distracted, unable to focus fully when they were all together. He would catch himself staring at her when she wasn’t looking, and guilt would rush through him, followed by the realization that this wasn’t just admiration—it was something more.

One evening, after a long day of training, Jobe was in the kitchen, mindlessly scrolling through his phone when a text from Y/N popped up on the screen. She had sent him a message asking if he wanted to grab dinner with her and Jude later. It was innocent enough, but the way the words caught in his throat told him that things weren’t as simple as they seemed.

His thumb hovered over the screen, unsure of how to reply. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hang out with them, but every time he was around Y/N, it felt like there was an unspoken tension in the air. It wasn’t just the usual family dynamic—it felt… different. And he didn’t know what to do with it.

Before he could type a response, the door creaked open, and Jude walked in. He looked at Jobe for a moment, taking in his younger brother’s expression.

“You good?” Jude asked, noticing the way Jobe was staring at his phone, a furrow in his brow.

Jobe hesitated. He didn’t want to bring up what had been bothering him. He didn’t want to make it awkward between him and his brother, but at that moment, it felt like he had no choice.

“I don’t know, man,” Jobe muttered, finally looking up. “I think I’ve developed feelings for Y/N.”

There was a long pause, and Jobe’s stomach tightened. He wasn’t sure what he expected—anger, confusion, maybe even a sense of betrayal. But instead, Jude sat down across from him, exhaling slowly as if he had anticipated this moment.

“I had a feeling,” Jude said quietly, his voice calm. “You’ve been acting a little different around her lately. But I wasn’t sure if it was just… you know, you being close with her.”

Jobe’s heart pounded in his chest. “I never meant for it to happen. I don’t want to mess things up, Jude. I really don’t want to hurt you, or Y/N.”

Jude looked at him seriously, his expression softening. “Jobe, I know it’s complicated. But you have to remember, she’s with me. And that’s something you can’t change. We’ve been together for a while, and I care about her a lot.”

Jobe nodded, guilt creeping over him. “I know. I don’t want to do anything to mess that up. I just… I don’t know what to do with these feelings.”

Jude leaned forward, his eyes full of understanding. “The best thing you can do is to respect her relationship with me, and take care of yourself. It’s okay to have feelings, but you need to be responsible about them. I’ve always been here for you, Jobe. And I’ll always have your back.”

Jobe took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. Jude’s words didn’t erase his feelings, but they helped him see the situation more clearly. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, least of all his brother, and he knew that he had to find a way to move forward, even if that meant keeping his emotions in check.

Later that night, Jobe joined Jude and Y/N for dinner, trying his best to act normal. Y/N greeted him with her usual warm smile, but Jobe couldn’t shake the undercurrent of confusion within him. He tried to push his feelings aside, focusing on the conversation and being present in the moment.

As the night went on, Jobe realized that this wasn’t going to be easy. His feelings for Y/N didn’t simply disappear because of a conversation with Jude. But he knew that he couldn’t let them dictate his actions. He had to focus on respecting his brother’s relationship and his own growth as a person.

For now, he would take things one step at a time. He’d stay true to himself, be there for his brother, and eventually, he hoped that his feelings would become something he could manage. The road ahead wasn’t clear, but with Jude’s support and his own determination, Jobe was willing to figure it out.

And maybe, just maybe, in time, he’d be able to let go of what was holding him back and find peace within himself.

[arthur-lesters-spinal-cord]

Bellaverse au!

Hello and welcome to an idea thats been spinning around my head for months.

The basics:

Arthur runs away from his marriage when Faroe is born, Bella survives Faroes birth.

Bella is tied to a fractured piece of Lillith.

Bellas version of Parker is a newly freed from the dreamlands Noel.

Its a really long one so its going under the cut. Props to you if you manage to read this.

Pretty much everything we know before the birth of Faroe stays the same. Neither Bella or Arthur love one another, they are still both trapped in their relationship.

On the day Faroe is born after getting drunk in the bar Arthur decides to run away from his obligations to his wife and family. He isn’t justified and he knows this. However when has guilt stopped Arthur from being selfish and trying to escape his problems? He ends up in New York but this isnt about him.

Bella survives the birth but there were complications and she has to stay in hospital much longer than would be normal, the whole time never receiving word from her husband. Once she gets out of the hospital she finds that Arthur is missing, the things he could carry (ie clothes and any thing bearing a deep significance to him) removed from their house, only a wad of cash and a hastily written apology in Arthurs handwriting remain.

Instead of going back to her father (who she blames for making her marry Arthur in the first place) Bella decides to raise Faroe on her own. Moving to Arkham she works as a tailor. When people ask her about her child and lack of husband she says she is a widower. Which is not wholly a lie, Arthur is dead to her.

A few years later Bella has a sizeable order to fulfil but if she manages it she would have the money to buy her own shop and create a business instead of working from her flat. Often when she has a large order her friend, Tess helps her out by looking after Faroe. Tess works as a nanny to a few of the families in the area. On the night of this particular order Tess is working and cant help Bella. Tess does however, come over to help out before she has to go to work. Just before leaving she turns on the water for Faroes bath for Bella telling her to turn it off in a few minutes. Bella works with the radio on, she doesnt like silence. It reminds her of growing up and the more recent memory of the hospital ward. Knowing she needs to get this order finished so that she and Faroe can get a better life for themselves she pours all her energy into completing the clothes. She doesn’t hear Faroes cries for help over the radio and her own thoughts on the life this could bring her.

Its only late at night once her work is complete does she remember, and by then its too late.

Faroe is buried in the Saltzman family plot. The funeral is the first time Bella sees her father in years. He asks her to come back to New York with him, she is riddled with guilt over the idea of being where she could’ve raised Faroe, where her daughter would have been safe from her negligence. She goes anyway, she cant think of any other options, what choice does she really have?

Bella begins to drink away her troubles, funded by Daniel trying to help in any way he can but not really understanding how to help in the first place. So he does what he can by making sure Bella has everything she wants, this is not necessarily good for Bella.

Its one day slumped over a bar that she meets a man in a similar position to her. He is gaunt, scarred and starving, with long uncut hair and a haunted look in his eye. She jokes that it looks like they've both hit rock bottom together and offers him a drink, asking if hes ever had a blood and sand. He replies with a mirthless laugh telling her hes had a bit too much of both of those things. They end up at a diner together as the man she met struggles to introduce himself as Noel Finley. They spend most of the night talking. Bella ends up spilling her guts to this stranger, ending up on his side of the table crying into his arms and once the diner closes for the night on a bench in a park. Upon finding out he has no place to stay she drags him home with her past his protests. Its the first time in ten years that someone thinks of and takes care of Charlie wanting nothing in return.

The two of them begin to re-build their lives together. Having someone to collapse onto is rather useful for the both of them. Noel re-joins the police and Bella begins with limited success to hunt for jobs herself.

At some point they move into an apartment together. Daniel thinks they are in a relationship that she doesnt want to tell him about, they arent but hes trying to be supportive anyway (Noel and Bella are the bisexual besties of all time).

After Bella helps Noel with a couple of cases that he comes home and rants about, he begins smuggling casework home with him to ask for her advice. Turns out shes a natural. They start their own private investigative agency together. Noel often deals with clients but once word gets out that one of the investigators is a woman there is an influx of women with cases for them due to the fact they trust Bella to take them seriously. Noel is terrified that it might end the same way as him and Roland, but Bella is finally enthusiastic about something and even if he cant admit it to himself he missed the job. He vets every case they take on as much as he can in order to try and avoid the supernatural if not for his new life's sake then for Bellas.

A few years down the line they end up taking the case about a woman called Hattie who has disappeared, her sister Marie is the one who goes to them. Shortly after the beginning of their investigation they find a link to a priest who has also gone missing, Noel leaves for a few weeks to follow a lead on him (i just dont want him to be Parkered and put in a closet ok). While Noel is away a book arrives in the mail.

Upon opening it Bella wakes up without her eyesight or memory and a voice in her head. Bella finds herself bound to the fragment of Lilith which was once Mr Scratch, this fragment has very little memory itself. Bella and the fragment investigate how and why they have ended up tied to one another find leads to Maries dead husband and through investigating him find the secret room in Maries house. Which in turn leads them to the farm. Bella ends up in a hospital after falling from the roof while escaping the insects. The fragment obtains a name but i dont think i want it to be Jane Doe. Feel free to suggest names, i think Evelyn is quite nice as a placeholder. Upon waking up Bella and her newly named fragment return to the farm. From here they end up falling through the portal and into another plane of existence. I dont yet know where this would be but it would be similar to the dreamlands arc of malevolent. I dont know where Lilith lives in the mythos lore but its there.

Noel returns from his trip with no idea where Bella is. His only leads are a few sightings and police reports to go off before they disappear entirely. Distraught at the fact that even though he was being careful not to let the occult get involved he has still lost a friend to the eldritch. He re-joins the police force throwing himself into his work in order to try and distract his mind from the grief. He works on the cases no one else would be willing to try, the two biggest being trying to profile a serial killer known as the butcher and then trying to find information on Charon, the smuggling ring he is looking at in malevolent cannon. Only they arent connected to the order of the Fallen Star in this universe instead they have ties to a cult of Nyalathotep.

Bella ends up meeting Lilith in her own domain as well as Kayne who is extremely interested in who is annoying his daughter (thats his job). Kayne presents more feminine when interacting with Bella. Wearing a black dress instead of a suit (fem fatale Kayne for the win). Meaning due to her presentation Kayne is referred to with she/her pronouns. Pretty much everything else with Kayne is the same since its still exactly the same guy as malevolents Kayne.

I dont think i want Liliths interactions with Bella to be identical to the King in Yellow. I will need to do some more research into Lilith before i know what happens with them but somehow Bella and the fragment return to earth. Lilith while weakened is still a threat and a presence even once they are back to their own plane.

Now what about Arthur also in New York? I know i said this isnt about him but hes still here. Arthur upon running to New York finds himself doing reasonably well. He makes enough money through his composing and is able to make ends meet. He begins to hang out in bohemian circles again, and ends up gaining a patron who is willing to support his music. Arthur slowly ends up being indoctrinated into a cult. Specifically a cult to Nyalathotep. (It feels like a good time to admit the first bellaverse fic i read was an arkayne fic). Over the years Arthur ends up leading this cult, turns out his patron was infact Kayne messing with different universes and seeing how much he could corrupt this version of Arthur (he wasnt the reason Arthur ran, that part was all Arthur himself). This Arthur is actually the reason Kayne shows an interest in this universe. However, after meeting Bella Arthur becomes more of a hobby he has a vague disinterest in, used more as a way to pass the time than anything else since Bella is the more interesting one.

Arthur within this au acts as Larson does in malevolent. This is way for Bella to deal with her past as well as letting Bella punch him (at least). He is rather influential and has a lot of ties to different organisations despite rarely leaving his home north of New York except to go on tours (this version of Arthur used the cult to obtain fame as a musician).

If there is a situation similar to the order of the fallen star in episode 40 Kayne probably kills Arthur.

Kayne and Liliths relationship are a parallel to Bella and Daniels relationship. Yay for shitty father daughter dynamics. A lot more about Kayne and Lilith get to happen since they are the two main eldritch entities in this. The King in Yellow also lost a fragment of himself. I think that is actually with Larson but he is off doing his own thing, maybe he finds Noel at some point, who knows (aka i have only just thought about this).

Allright I think thats everything. If you made it this far i am kissing you on the forehead. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!

Heres a drawing of Bella

Oh and if you have any ideas what to name this au or the fragment of Lilith please feel free to share them (i am so bad at naming things)

[the-raven-and-the-tower]

Viago de Riva; forgotten son with a found family of assassins (a brief but angsty dive)

Born one royal bastard of many to King Fulgeno II of Antiva, Viago was born without a lot of choices, but one very large one;

Exile or the Antivan Crows.

VIago was the only one of all Fulgeno's bastards that chose the Crows, a choice that put him on a path of shadows and blood. Turning his back on the only home he has ever known for the ruthless world of the Crows, Viago had to forge his own house and find his own family, turning his back on a royal lineage that never wanted or acknowledged him.

Viago has walked in both worlds, where betrayal can come from any direction and alliances are often temporary - in either world, his survival has hinged time and time again on his vigilance and natural mistrust of others. More than once, the only thing that has kept him alive was the way he builds tolerance to poisons and insists on testing everything he eats. I have to wonder if Viago has ever truly rested, he's always alert, always keeping one step ahead of all the threats on every side - always in danger, both as a bastard who could be seen as a threat to the legitimate line and as a Crow Talon surrounded by ambitious assassins.

And then there's his relationship with Teia 💜

I love the humanity of Viago's struggle to love and be loved. As a royal bastard, he would have been inherently unwanted and constantly reminded of his illegitimacy - daily reminders to ingrain a perpetual sense of unworthiness and isolation into him. I love the honesty of how he struggles to open up and be vulnerable, even with someone like Teia from within the world of the Crows.

The two of them live in a dangerous world, where personal relationships can become weapons in the wrong hands. Viago has every reason to shy away from Teia (and sometimes does), yet that inherent need for perception and connection drags him out of safety and back into her arms, time and time again.

All of that to say loooooooooooook at this fourth draft of a letter Teia is helping Viago write to send to his dad about the situation in Treviso with the Butcher.

King's Draft: Action on Behalf of Antiva

As Seventh Talon, I give notice that the Antivan Crows have drawn a contract against the enemies of Treviso, the Antaam. (Teia)

Teia, the Seventh Talon, is writing to inform of the situation, rather than Viago (Fifth Talon). We don't know if she's stepping up to protect Viago from his asshole father or if Viago doesn't speak to the king often on principle (he does in prior Dragon Age content), or if this is simply how it is done - maybe there's an existing agreement among the Crows to avoid political complications by keeping the king and his son seperate. Any way the cookie crumbled, I like these crumbs.

It is not the Antaam. (Viago)

We aren't required to give His Majesty a point-by-point, but he's your blood, Viago. It is a courtesy to let him know we are going to war. (Teia)

"He's your blood, Viago." I don't know if this is a reminder of his unique ability to bridge two vastly different worlds or if it is just a reminder of political significance, but either way it struck me as significant. Despite his royal blood being a source of personal pain, it provides Viago leverage in ways that other Crow Talons could never wield, not even Caterina.

The occupying Antaam are strong, driven, fanatical. They cannot be reasoned with because reason is just a weapon to be resisted. They can be killed, of course, but removing a leader does not remove their desire to be led. They are a force we must contend with, but they are NOT Treviso's true enemy. (Viago)

A name, Viago. Contracts require a stabber and a stabbee. (Teia)

Teia (child street thief turned Crow) is the pragmatic and operational, focusing on fulfilling the requirements as a formality, while our baby boi Viago the Strategic is firmly honed in on reality and understanding the details. Teia wants to take the next step to move forward, Viago wants to understand the problem before making the next move. They are so different and I love the way their differences lend their relationship strength, rather than pulling it apart.

Teia, you know my doubts. The Butcher took the city too easily, and there is dealing with the gods there that I dread to know. But I fear that the true enemy of Treviso is not known because they ARE known, merely unrevealed. (Viago)

"The Hand That Leashed Treviso." Is that nebulous enough? (Teia)

I like this. Sarcastic, yet she's showing that she's listening to Viago's concerns and hearing them.

Yes, that is a series of someones we can eventually kill. But not something we can send my father. (Viago)

And he acknowledges being heard, but points out the impracticality of presenting such a target to his father. Again, I think it's fucking significant that he refers to Fulgeno as his father and not as the king. Whether he's tying himself verbally to his unique position, subconsciously reacting to his abandonment by the royal family or just responsing to Teia's "he's your blood" earlier, it feels powerful. Like the kick in the gonads I'd like to five Fulgemo.

On to draft five, then. Neri, begin again. (Teia)

It says a lot to me that they're having this entire conversation in front of their scribe. Doubtless someone sworn to secrecy already, it just strikes me as wholesome that they're comfortable having these disagreements in front of Neri. They may not agree yet, but they're committed to it. And their disagreement has no weight on their opinions of each other.

Viago de Riva, Fifth Talon Andarateia Cantori, Seventh Talo Transcribed: Neri de Acutis

[melodi-jackson]

✨☁️🤍🔆PHEOBE🔆💛☁️✨

NEW OC!! This is Phoebe, the youngest of the cloud drop siblings (yes that’s I’m calling them, “cloud drop”) and she’ll be bringing joy and laughter into your way! She’s built to be a an assistant tour guide for guests who visit the daycare and very helpful to others. She’s excellent at dancing and great sensoring skills. She’s is a child, mentally 11 years old. They are extremely loyal to the ones they care about (especially sun) and will always care for them when needed. Her relationship to the celestial family is complicated because of how there no communication when it comes drastic situations. She’ll always try to remind the celestial family to remember to stick together through both good times and hard times. Yet, overtime, they were starting to loose the hope in family trust due to betrayal and loss, but that won’t stop them from doing her job with no effort. 

She’s very loyal to Sun. Sun is her role model and looks up to him as much as dazzle would. She treats Sun like an older brother. She always makes sure he’s okay in his wellbeing and makes sure he’s not on the brink of insanity. She’ll help clean around the daycare for him when he’s overwhelmed or babysitting dazzle when he’s not feeling the mood. Sometimes she’s a little overprotective of him but she’s always gives effort and Sun will always appreciate it.

Phoebe and dazzle are like the soul sisters they have ever had. Pheobe loves dazzle, she loves her like her very own little sister. She and dazzle have a blossoming friendship. They would always have sleepovers, make friendship bracelets, have playdates and always have fun with each other. Sun would always be in aw when seeing them together. Shes very protective of dazzle and makes sure she’s safe. When it comes to kids she’ll very motherly especially to the younger ones but she’d prefer letting sun do most of the work since Yknow, she not really a daycare attendant and more of helper than most. But she’s mutual with it.

(For those who are wondering what “phoebe” is, the name phoebe or pheobe one or the other is an ancient Greek name of a titan that means "bright", "shining", "pure", or "radiant”. It can also mean  "prophet" because of Apollo's role as the sun god.)

[alltheboysandgirlsiloved]

Here's a short list of the most obvious things that should be properly explored, explained and resolved in jwct s3.

Soyona and Brooklynn – we have to see how far they will go together, we have to see what exactly makes Brooklynn back out and run away, and we need to see Soyona's reaction and her potential attempts at revenge,

the odd love triangle between Kenji, Brooklynn, and Darius – shipping preferences aside, I think that we can all agree that, it should be resolved properly as – the feelings of every party should be included and explained,

the mysterious conflict between Sammy and her parents – considering that Sammy's family has always been a massive part of her life, I think we deserve to hear the entire story (1 episode to tell the story, and at least 1 one to resolve the situation),

Ben's girlfriend explained. And by that I mean – how did they meet, is she somehow involved with Biosyn, how does she fit into the group (yes, I want to see her interact with the rest of them, considering how all of them were surprised with the fact that Ben has a girlfriend),

The Handler – it's not a need, it's a must. In Jurassic World Dominion all of the antrociraptors are under Soyona's "care", but as in Chaos Theory Soyona "has" only Red. They should explain how and why in Dominion all of artociraptors are with Soyona especially when we take into consideration the bond between The Handler and "her" atrociraptors,

Speaking of Soyona, I think we should see her at Biosyn; since this is most likely where she is heading, and we know that in Dominion she is already working with them. So it makes sense for Chaos Theory to show how "the deal was sealed",

last but not least – Brooklynn's reunion with the rest of the Campers. And this one is perhaps the one that should seriously span over nearly an entire season. There's a lot of explaining, a lot of forgiving, a lot of (justified) anger and tears. If they half-ass the campers trying to navigate through this complicated relationship with Brooklynn, I'm going to be soooo mad,

Bumpy's egg hatching,

Bumpy and baby Bumpy reunion.

feel free to add more but to sum it up: I'm terrified that we won't get a satisfying explanation and closure for half of these.

[ohnoyuno]

One step at a time.

Pairing: jung jaehyun x female reader Genre: angst, fluff, romance Warnings: emotional distress, discussions of miscarriages, fertility issues Word Count: 2615

Summary: Jaehyun and Y/N’s love is tested when a medical challenge brings up old wounds. As they navigate their emotions and confront fears of loss, will they find a way back to each other through the pain and heartache?

Disclaimer: I am aware that the portrayal of fertility, IUDs, and miscarriages in this context is not medically accurate or representative of real-life experiences.

Y/N and Jaehyun had always been practical, understanding that their complicated lives, with his idol career, her unpredictable health, and the uncertainty of the future, made starting a family a difficult prospect for them. 

Despite using birth control, Y/N’s uncommon condition caused contraceptives to fail. She had always known that pregnancy was a possibility, but it came with its own heartbreaking pattern—miscarriages.

Her health made it difficult for her to carry a pregnancy to term, as she was prone to ectopic pregnancies, resulting in a miscarriage each time. This pattern not only shattered her hope but also took a toll on her heart and body. No matter how much she tried to prevent it, her condition meant that even a successful pregnancy would come with significant risks.

She had tried everything to avoid it, but it seemed the universe had other plans. The doctors had offered little in terms of a solution, and the only option left was the IUD—a chance at some peace, to finally prevent the pregnancies that led to such painful endings. But there was a catch. The IUD could give her the security she needed, but it also carried the devastating truth that it would make it harder for her to conceive naturally in the future, should she ever want to.

It was a decision she had been wrestling with for months. It wasn’t a choice she wanted to make, but it felt like the only way to protect herself, to avoid the possibility of more heartbreak. And yet, the thought of never being able to have children when the time was right, when she and Jaehyun were ready to start a family, haunted her. How could she make a decision that could potentially rob her of a future they had once dreamed about?

Then came Jaehyun’s military enlistment, a turning point neither of them had anticipated. His enlistment was brought forward, and everything changed. The idea of a break had always been there, something they knew was coming, but neither was prepared for the magnitude of it. They were still living in their shared apartment, but the distance between them felt palpable. They had decided to take a break—not a clean break, but one that left space for doubt, confusion, and unspoken emotions.

Even though they were no longer officially together, their lives remained intertwined. They lived in separate rooms, yet still shared a home. Jaehyun would return during his military leave, and there were nights when the boundaries they had tried to set between them blurred. In those moments, they found themselves back in each other’s arms, knowing they weren’t supposed to, but unable to stop the pull they had toward each other. It wasn’t easy, but it was their reality.

Y/N thought about it all, about Jaehyun, about the future, about the pain of every miscarriage. And with the weight of it all, she came to a decision that it was time to get the IUD. Their relationship was no longer the same, and with Jaehyun away for his military service, it felt like the right moment. There were too many uncertainties ahead, and this, at least, would provide her with some stability.

She knew that the future wasn’t guaranteed. She didn’t know if she would ever be able to have children naturally, or if Jaehyun and she would ever be able to come back to each other in the way they once had. But for now, this was the decision she had to make. The IUD might offer protection, but it also sealed her fate in a way of accepting that, for now, she was alone in making these choices, in navigating her body and her future without the certainty of the man she once believed she would build it all with.

Jaehyun happened to be back home the weekend before Y/N’s appointment on Monday. She knew it was ultimately her choice, but for some reason, she felt like Jaehyun needed to know. So, the night before her appointment, she told him. 

Jaehyun was seated up against his bed frame reading a book when y/n knocked on the door. “Hey, sorry to disturb but I need to tell you something.”

Jaehyun looked up, setting his book aside as he took in the sight of her standing at the doorway. There was a familiar weight in Y/N’s voice, one he recognized all too well. “No, no, it’s okay. Please, come in. What is it?”

Y/N hesitated for a second before stepping inside. She moved towards his bed, sitting on the edge with a careful distance between them. She inhaled deeply before speaking. “I’m going to the gynae tomorrow… to get an IUD put in.”

Jaehyun felt his breath hitch. He swallowed thickly before responding.“Wait? That means?” He kept his voice even, but the sinking feeling in his stomach betrayed him.

“Yes, like what they said previously…” she murmured, fingers twisting in her lap. “there will only be a 40% chance for me to conceive naturally in the future.”

A suffocating silence filled the room. Jaehyun’s hands curled into fists on his lap as he processed her words. “If I hadn’t come back this weekend” he finally said, his voice quieter now, “were you only going to tell me after you’d done it?”

She let out a sharp exhale. “Please don’t make this about yourself.”

Jaehyun ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his expression. “Y/N, we promised to build a family together. Don’t you want that with me anymore?”

His words stung, and he knew it. Y/N let out a bitter chuckle. “Jae, we are not even together anymore. I don’t even know why I’m here telling you this when I don’t even need to.”

“No.” His voice was firm. “Cancel the appointment. I do not approve of this.”

She stared at him in disbelief before standing up. “You do know you don’t have a say in this.” Y/N fought back. 

Jaehyun stood too, his voice desperate now. “We are only on a break, Y/N. We made promises. We can’t say for the future.”

Y/N shook her head, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I can’t believe you right now.” Her voice wavered, but her resolve didn’t. “Will you stop being so selfish? Have you thought about how I’ve gone through five miscarriages? Five, Jaehyun.”

His face paled. The mention of it alone felt like a blade through his chest.

“You know how it was.” she continued, her voice breaking. “I really do not want to have to go through that ever again.”

Y/N blinked away her tears before turning on her heel and walking out the door before Jaehyun could say anything.

Jaehyun sat frozen, the weight of Y/N’s words pressing down. Five miscarriages. He had been there for every single one, watching helplessly as Y/N’s hope shattered each time. The pain in her voice was something he couldn’t ignore, yet a part of him couldn’t let go of the future they had envisioned together.  

He sprang up from the bed and rushed out of his room, catching up to Y/N just as she was reaching for her bedroom door. “Y/N wait, wait” he pleaded, grabbing her wrist gently. “Please, don’t walk away like this.”

Y/N sighed, turning to face him, her expression unreadable. “What do you want me to say, Jaehyun? That I’ll change my mind? That I’ll put myself through that pain again just because we made promises when we thought things would be different?”

“I just…” He hesitated, his grip loosening. “I don’t want you to think you’re alone in this.”  

She turned to face him then, her eyes filled with exhaustion. “Alone? Jaehyun, I was alone. Every single time.” Her voice wavered, but she held his gaze. “You were there, but you didn’t feel it the way I did. I was the one lying in hospital beds, the one waking up in the middle of the night feeling empty, the one who had to pretend to be okay while my body reminded me of everything I lost.”  

Jaehyun clenched his jaw, his chest tightening with guilt. “I know I can’t fully understand what you went through,” he admitted. Jaehyun’s throat tightened. He wanted to tell her that he had suffered too, that every loss had broken him just as much. But it wasn’t the same, and he knew that. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t grieve, Y/N. It doesn’t mean I didn’t lose something too. I thought we were in this together,” he voice barely a whisper.  

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I know, Jae. I know you hurt too. We were in this together. But I can’t keep putting myself through this, hoping for a different outcome every time.”

His hands dropped to his sides, his mind spinning with everything he wanted to say but couldn’t. He knew he had no right to dictate her choices, but the fear of losing the life they had dreamed of together terrified him. 

“So that’s it?” he asked, his voice tinged with desperation. “You’re just… giving up on us?”

Her expression softened, but there was a finality in her eyes that made his heart ache. “I’m not giving up on anything, Jaehyun. I’m choosing myself for once.”  

Jaehyun felt his heart drop. He wanted to fight, to say something, anything. To make her change her mind. But deep down, he knew this wasn’t a decision Y/N made out of anger or impulse. It was something she had thought about for a long time, something she needed.

He nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Okay,” he murmured, barely able to get the word out.

Y/N gave him a small, sad smile before turning toward her bedroom door. She hesitated for just a moment, as if waiting for him to stop her one last time. Finally, she whispered, “Good night, Jaehyun.”

But when he said nothing, when he made no move to reach for her, she exhaled softly, more to herself than to him, before stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

Jaehyun stood there, staring at the closed door, feeling like the woman he had loved and still loved, had somehow slipped through his fingers again.

The next morning. 

Jaehyun pushed himself out of bed, the absence of the usual noise of their shared mornings hanging in the air. His footsteps were quiet as he made his way into the kitchen, where he saw Y/N sitting by the window, sipping her tea, her gaze fixed on the quiet world outside.

“Morning,” Jaehyun said awkwardly, his voice still thick with sleep.

Y/N looked up, her eyes softening slightly when she saw him, but there was a hint of tension still there, like a thread pulling between them that neither had quite figured out how to untangle. “Oh, hey,” she replied, her tone easy but her attention still half on her tea. “Weren’t you supposed to head back to the barracks an hour ago?”

Jaehyun shuffled closer, his hands slipping into the pockets of his sweatshirt. “I’ve requested for another day off,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “I… I want to go with you. To your appointment.”

She turned slightly, eyeing him with a mix of surprise and frustration. “Jaehyun, you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to.” he replied simply, stepping further into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, watching her. “I know you don’t need me there, but I want to be.”

Y/N sighed, her attention shifting back to the steaming mug of tea in her hands. “Jae… this isn’t something you can fix by just showing up.”

“I know,” he admitted, his voice soft. “But you really shouldn’t be by yourself today.”

Y/N didn’t speak for a moment, as if weighing the decision in her mind. Jaehyun waited, studying the way her shoulders tensed, the way she hesitated before speaking.

Finally, she exhaled, her shoulders dropping slightly. “Jaehyun, I know you care. But you can’t just come back and pretend like everything’s fine.”

Jaehyun flinched at her words, though they weren’t harsh. They were just the truth, a truth they had both been dancing around. “I’m not pretending,” he said quietly, taking another step toward her. “I know things are different now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still care. I can’t just leave it like this. I don’t want you to go through it alone.”

Y/N didn’t respond right away. Instead, she stared at her cup, tracing the rim absently with her finger.

“You don’t have to fix everything, Jae,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Some things can’t be fixed. You’ve been gone for so long, and we’re just… we’re just not the same anymore. Also, I’ve been doing things alone for a while now.” she said finally, “I had to learn how to be okay without you.”

Jaehyun swallowed hard. He knew that of course, he did. He had left, after all. And though it wasn’t by choice, though he had tried to hold on to her before he enlisted, the distance between them had grown too wide.

Jaehyun’s chest tightened. He could feel the weight of the words, could feel them like a physical presence, pressing down on him. “I don’t need it to be the same. I just want to be here, with you, for whatever it is we have now. I regret leaving things the way I did,” he confessed. “I thought, maybe after my service, we could figure things out. But now it feels like…” He trailed off, unsure how to put the ache in his chest into words.

Y/N’s hands paused, her grip tightening around the mug. Her eyes flickered up to meet his, her gaze steady but distant. “You don’t get to regret something that you walked away from. I didn’t get to choose when I had to live without you. And now you want to come back and make it right, but it’s not that simple, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun’s heart sank, her words cutting deeper than he anticipated. He wanted to argue, to say that things were more than what she was making them seem to be. But he couldn’t. She was right. They weren’t the same anymore, and no matter how hard he tried, it wasn’t going to change overnight.

He stepped back, his voice barely above a whisper. “Even if we’re not the same, I still want to be by your side.”

Y/N’s eyes lifted to his again, her expression unreadable. “You really want to do this? After everything?”

Jaehyun nodded, his voice steady now. “I do.”

For a moment, the silence stretched between them like a chasm, both of them uncertain of the next step. 

Setting the cup down on the table, she said “Fine,” her voice gentle but firm. “You can come with me. But this doesn’t change anything, we can’t just pick up where we left off.”

He nodded, understanding the weight of her words. “I don’t need it to.” he said while stepping toward the table to sit down. “I just need you to know I’m here. For whatever it is we have now.”

Y/N gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod. “Let’s just get through today, okay. No promises, no expectations.”

Jaehyun’s chest tightened, but he didn’t protest. Today was all they could handle, and maybe that was enough for now. “Okay,” he murmured. “Let’s just take it one step at a time.”

The heaviness of everything they’d been through clung to the air, but for a moment, there was a quiet understanding between them. For now, though, the only thing that mattered was that he was here. And he wasn’t leaving, not just yet.

Masterlist

[electricneonvalkyrie]

I’ve hesitated to discuss this scene, mostly because it’s brutal and hard to watch, but the strong negative reactions from many players of The Last of Us Part II—some of whom quit playing entirely—make it a compelling point of contention for me.

This particular scene is rich with WLF character detail. It hints at complex relationships and motivations, making it ripe for deeper analysis, but for now, let’s focus on Manny Alvarez and the ultimate question.

Why did Manny feel the need to spit on Joel?

Many players were beyond distraught by the way this all played out, the spitting especially, viewing it as a deeply disrespectful and degrading act.

That is precisely the point of Manny’s outburst, however infuriating it may be.

This pivotal scene powerfully conveys Manny's disgust toward the man who not only devastated his closest friend and deeply wounded his entire group, but who undermined his own father's quality of life.

Manny's dad, introduced in the game as Mr. Alvarez, is experiencing health issues; he has difficulty even holding a spoon to eat. While we don't learn much about his father, what little we do learn, in my opinion, is more than enough to fuel Manny's resentment toward Joel.

Joel murdering Dr. Anderson didn’t just rob Abby of her father—it potentially robbed the world of hope, including people like Manny’s dad who might have benefitted from not only the vaccine, but Jerry’s impeccable surgical skills.

Manny, like many of us, looked for someone to blame when things became illogical. Their world crumbled; they lost their balance, their community perished, and their home was gone.

When those we care about are hurting, it’s like a fog lingers over our ability to see clearly as we absorb their pain so keenly that it completely distorts our perspective.

Because we love them, it can feel impossible to view the situation objectively.

Manny loves his family.

He loves Abby.

Manny needed an outlet for his anger, somewhere to put all the things that made little sense, and for him, Joel Miller became the target. Perhaps to Manny, Joel also represents everything The Fireflies detested about the selfishness of survival. Abby's group, only exacerbated by Isaac’s wrath, spent years cultivating the image of Joel as the villain who had deprived them of everything.

Powerless to intervene, Manny watched in anguish, over the course of several years, as a ghost from the past continued inflicting daily torment on those he deeply cherished. He could do little to ease the suffering.

He couldn't save Abby from herself, and maybe a grim hope settled in Manny's chest that this vengeance might finally heal her.

Years of simmering resentment ultimately erupted in an act Manny likely saw as completely justified.

Abby's lack of triumphant emotion after killing Joel is quite striking, in contrast to Manny’s clear-cut and unyielding hate. Despite years of anticipation, the moment arrived, but instead of relief, Abby felt a crushing, hollow ache in her soul.

Which is yet another facet of what makes each individual character of this game so intriguing to me.

Everyone inside that room handled the echo of Joel’s murder differently.

Spitting on Joel, in my opinion, was Manny's final, dominant act against someone who had been haunting them. A difficult-to-watch display of reclaiming one's power, if you will. ��

For Manny, Joel's death may have brought a sense of finality, a fractured ending to a complicated chapter.

(The way Manny reacts when Ellie threatens Abby’s life is worth paying attention to.)

[yourlocaleccentricscientist]

Warning: extensive Patho OC rambling ahead

Bairma is a herb-bride-in-training when the events of Patho are happening (we're going with the hc that herb brides are simply members of the Kin who were born with the ability to communicate with the earth, rather than being nonhuman) - pre-canon she lives with her mother, but when the town starts attacking women they suspect of being possible shabnaks (with a particular bias towards women of the Kin and herb brides specifically), her mother sends her to the Polyhedron so she'll be safe. However, Bairma is trapped there when the Dogheads quarantine it - and unfortunately her mother contracts the plague and dies without Bairma being able to say goodbye. She's taken under the wing of her mentor (hc that brides who are too old to dance will mentor the next generation) after the outbreak is over, but part of Bairma now believes that she betrayed her only family and ran away from her responsibilities in going along with her mother's request. This is not helped by the fact that she did enjoy staying in the Polyhedron - because she's a future herb bride, there's always been a bit of a gulf between her and even other children in the Kin (not because of any animosity, but it's a little intimidating to befriend someone who can talk to Mother Boddho with her feet). Living in the Polyhedron she quickly became known for her imagination and the fantastical games she made up to play with the other children. Bairma loved being popular and having a group of friends for the first time - which contributes to the guilt she feels now. After the plague, Bairma continues to train as a herb bride, but it's become more of a struggle - given the events of the outbreak and her own trauma, she's finding it hard to speak to the earth as she used to, which only contributes to her guilt and feelings of alienation from the rest of the Kin. Of course, no one blames her, but Bairma worries that their patience and understanding will run out at some point, and they'll decide she's no longer fit to be a herb bride.

Trying to distract herself, she throws herself into making friendships and solidifying her social circle - a guilty pleasure that's less to do with actually forming connections and more to do with distracting herself from her problems. This ramps up as Lara opens her school, and suddenly Bairma is spending most of her day surrounded by her peers. She's a quick study and enjoys actually learning things to a certain extent, but she mostly occupies herself with trying to win over the other students - which sometimes devolves into causing mischief in class or even leaving the school altogether to run wild in the streets. When Bairma starts skipping her training as a herb bride to spend more time running rampant with her merry band of followers, her mentor gently points her in the direction of Artemy - given that he also had a death in the family recently and has had a complicated relationship with his position in the Kin, she thinks maybe he could give her some counsel. Bairma, not exactly confident in talking about her feelings for all her communication skills, doesn't exactly unburden herself to Artemy, but it is nice to have someone she can go to when she's feeling that guilt rise up who won't push her into talking about it or encourage her to vent by hurling half-bricks through the window of the Lump.

Bairma is also fascinated by the Capital - since she'll become a herb bride when she grows up, she can't really leave the town, but she loves the idea of extravagant parties and nights at the opera and fancy evening wear. Particularly the fancy evening wear - Bairma has a keen interest in fashion, maybe as a result of ceremonial clothing and making new dresses to wear for dancing being a big part of her life as a trainee herb bride. She badgers Artemy constantly about what it was like living there, and when he runs out of answers he directs her to Daniil, who knows far more about lofty social circles anyway (even if according to him navigating them is a boring chore you do in order to finance your research into dead people). Bairma loves being able to talk to someone who knows what a soiree is, and besides being something of a pushover when it comes to kids Daniil also likes having an attentive audience, so they get along very well. Unless Daniil brings up Andrey - Andrey does not treat herb brides well (or the Kin in general, but the brides especially), and the reminder that Daniil willingly associates with him never fails to make Bairma's eyes narrow in disgust.

As she grows up, Bairma is able to come to terms with her trauma, and is able to both become a fully-fledged herb bride and continue to have a thriving social life. She and the rest of the Kin continue to face animosity from the town - but she does have a circle of friends she can rely on, and she continually pushes for brides to be both given the respect they deserve and to be seen and accepted as people outside of their role. Besides her duties as a herb bride, Bairma has also set up a business brewing twyrine with other brides she knows - since the whole town is drinking it now, she thinks it should at least be produced by someone other than Stamatin (though there are some recipes the town has no right to, and she'll never share). Herb brides have a better understanding of each herb and how it affects the brewing process, so the brews they produce are better quality and have more variation in flavour besides "bad" and "worse". They cost more than Stamatin and Grief's, but as Bairma herself says, you can't put a price on not going blind after taking a swig. Bairma's twyrine tends to be on the spicier side, thanks to her speciality in growing ashen swish. Their business is growing in popularity, but Bairma is setting aside money for another dream of hers - while she'll probably never go to the capital, it's occurred to her and others in the Kin that, as the Kin were a nomadic people originally, there's probably settlements elsewhere that have retained different parts of their history and culture. Bairma wants to go on a trip to reach out to other branches of the Kin and see if she can salvage any of what has been lost to time and colonisation. In the distant future, she hopes to set up a tailor's, serving the whole town but specialising in clothing for women of the Kin. She got a lot of joy from fashion plates when she was younger, but almost all of them featured thin white women, and of course none of them wore anything like the clothing she wore as a herb-bride-in-training. She wants to share her love of fashion with the next generation of the Kin, in a way they'll all actually be able to partake in.

i'm in my oc era rn and i want to hear about everyone's ocs, including oc-canon interactions! if you have

an oc/canon ship

a fankid

a fansibling

an oc who hates a canon character

any other oc-canon interaction

for bloodborne, pathologic, or silent hill. please tell me all about them i'm very curious!

[thevikingwoman]

written for @idrellegames Wayfarer’s 3rd anniversary!

Fandom: Wayfarer IF | Words: 740 | Read on Ao3

Illia Strand | before episode 1 | gen Rating: Teen. Illia receives bad news, contemplating your place in the world, spoilers for ep1, rough times, complicated family

Legacy

It’s beautiful weather when the news reach Illia Strand. The sun is out, but it’s not too hot and a pleasant breeze brings fresh air through the streets. The large port city is an oft used stopping spot for Wayfarers heading home – home to the Spire – so it’s not strange that Varyn’s letter finds her here. It takes her two times to understand the content of it.

The Spire is gone.

Her home is gone.

She’s numb. She stands there, in the street outside the apothecary that sometimes serves as a delivery hub for wayfarers. She has no idea how long time passes, or how many times she reads the letter. Illia doesn’t move until someone bumps into her, swearing and swearing again when they discover she’s magiani. She mumbles an excuse and puts the letter away, shoving it into her pack.

What if she’d received Sero’s summons in time? What if she’d been at the Spire?

She wanders aimlessly, cobblestone and dirt under her feet. The busy calls of the market, jumping aside for a noble in a carriage. She doesn’t really notice any of it.

It was too complicated getting out of Vestra. The civil war has ripped the country apart, people seeing enemies everywhere. The countryside torn up, dead cattle and fields burned or crops left to rot. It was a wonder she even got Sero’s letter at all. Varyn’s network is strong, though – but not strong enough to prevent an assault on their home. Is it burnt? Rubble? She wonders if her fellow wayfarers are dead, bloated corpses in the snow like those in war. Aeran… She balks at the thought, willing it away. It’s no use. Don’t dream up information you don’t have, Varyn always said. Illia sucks in air, attempting the calming breaths of her mentor. It doesn’t help much.

She finds herself at the harbor. The gulls scream and the port is bustling, busy sailors loading and unloading. Off-duty crew looking for entertainment, or just a nice meal and a change of view. It’s tedious to be at sea, she knows.

Of course, there’s a familiar flag on a large ship at the end of the dock. She knows her family has been busy. Her father keen on expanding his power, though for all she knows it’s Aristos who runs the business now. She has avoided the ships when she saw them, likely as she is to run into one of her siblings. Her parents’ legacy, a family trade empire, every child captain of their own ship if they should wish. All except one, of course.

Illia can’t help but walk closer, some sort of bitter curiosity perhaps. The ship is big, and must have been here long enough to trade, sailors bringing goods aboard. Familiar Coveran is barked out as orders and idle chit chat both. The captain is by the gangplank, arguing with an official. She freezes. The same brown hair and grey eyes as herself. Same freckles, just fewer of them, scattered across the bridge of their nose. Lorsan, their sibling.

To see them here, now –

Illia wonders what they would do if she went to them. Would she be welcomed or turned away? Would Lorsan even recognize her? She’s a far cry from the forgotten little sister who got shoved out of their life many years past. But, she’s alone now. The letter in her pack tells her so, tells her to run. And Tol Covere and the Strand fleet is one place to run. She imagines Lorsan, greeting her like the long lost sibling she is. Mother, tearfully hugging her. Her father, saying she did well for their name after all. Maybe that one is a stretch.

Lorsan opens their pack and draws out brass scale. The magic unfolds itself, the scale balancing in the air. Some last-minute haggling, spices probably. A simple instrument, easy to use, and every merchant’s stable if they can afford it. The Strand family can, but it’s not something she can use. She’d break the delicate magic with a simple careless touch.

No.

She does not belong in the Strand fleet. Their legacy is not hers.

She belongs with the Wayfarer Order, even if it no longer exists. Some were scatted, Varyn said. Perhaps she can find them. That is to be her legacy now, bitter as it is.

Illia turns from away the dock, her feet leading her back to the city.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Mikes talk about their extended family..