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⭐Some Astrology Behind your Quirks⭐

Here's my post about your looks - Some Astrology Behind Your Looks

Note: These are just my personal observations over the years, so let me know in the comments if anything hits home! This post is based on Western astrology!

Venus in Aries - Cat lady vibe. Might have a pet. Sun-kissed glow. Got that X factor. Loves attention. Wears bold jewelry or accessories. Loves the sun or likes the color Yellow. Cheerleader energy. If afflicted or in Rx, could feel insecured about their looks.

Mercury in Taurus - Calm face, steady gaze. Style leans classic, sometimes vintage. If afflicted, might look tired or underdressed. In retrograde, it's that “I just woke up but it’s 4PM” look.

Jupiter in Taurus - Full cheeks, sturdy build. Belly shows abundance (or snacks). Might’ve been a chubby kid. Sometimes wheezy.

Jupiter in Gemini - Lean frame, animated face, eyes dart like thoughts. If afflicted, features look scattered, like a collage that doesn’t quite blend. If retrograde, eyes seem trapped in their own head, like they’re stuck choosing a lane.

Mars in Gemini - Slim build, fast movements, talkative face. If afflicted, fidgety, scattered gaze, may look wiry or strained. If retrograde, tired eyes, overworked aura, like they're second-guessing themselves.

Venus in Cancer - Round face, doe eyes, soft or maternal expression. If afflicted, puffy features or closed-off vibe, like hiding behind sweetness. If retrograde, eyes look nostalgic or mournful, like they miss something unspoken.

Moon in Cancer – Round eyes, soft cheeks, a face that looks like it’s felt everything. If afflicted, moody or puffy features, like they’ve been crying or holding it in. Distant gaze, as if beauty is there but emotionally checked out.

Saturn in Leo - Defined features, serious stare, looks like they’ve had to grow up fast. If afflicted, stiff vibe, like they’re trying too hard to seem confident. If retrograde, tense face, like they’re always lowkey arguing with themselves.

Mars in Leo - Big presence, confident face, might have great hair or bold style. If afflicted, comes off a bit forced, like they need to be seen. If retrograde, looks frustrated or blocked, like they wanna shine but something’s holding them back.

Venus in Virgo - Neat features, clean style, that effortlessly tidy look. If afflicted, poor hygiene or unkempt vibe, like they gave up on trying. If retrograde, beauty’s still there just super understated, easy to overlook.

Moon in Libra - Balanced face, pretty smile, always looks composed. If afflicted, distant eyes, like they’re pretending they’re fine when they’re not. Beauty feels cold or guarded, like they’re stuck between feelings.

Saturn in Libra - Classic beauty, serious stare, looks like someone you'd fall for and regret it. If afflicted, cold charm, like they broke hearts before lunch. If retrograde, heartthrob energy but gentle like the one who won’t break your heart.

Mars in Scorpio - Intense eyes, magnetic presence, looks like they know all your secrets. If afflicted, heavy energy, like they’re carrying old pain on their face or a man-child and overly emotional. If retrograde, still deep but emotionally shut in like they feel everything but won’t show it.

Venus in Scorpio - Sharp eyes, intense stare, features that draw you in without trying. If afflicted, messy vibe, might look seductive but unpolished or emotionally drained or delusional. If retrograde, beauty feels hidden or downplayed, like they’re not ready to be seen.

Moon in Sagittarius - Open face, bright eyes, looks like they laugh even when they’re sad. Weight fluctuations. If afflicted, restless expression, guarded eyes, like they’ve been through too many ups and downs. Smile doesn’t reach the eyes like they’re stuck pretending everything’s fine.

Saturn in Sagittarius - Long limbs, thoughtful face, looks like someone who’s always learning the hard way. If afflicted, chaotic or unkempt vibe, may struggle with addiction, no sense of balance or direction. If retrograde, still carries weight well, but it shows in slouched posture or quiet overwhelm.

Jupiter in Capricorn - Defined jaw, serious expression, looks like success in progress. If afflicted, materialistic vibe, stiff energy, may hoard or overcompensate with status. If retrograde, still polished but toned-down like wealth in quiet mode, juggling too much inside.

Mars in Capricorn - Always looks like they’re grinding, calculated energy, moves with purpose. If afflicted, takes shady shortcuts, fake deals, hustles with no structure. If retrograde, does it all alone, struggles to delegate, trust issues with teamwork.

Venus in Aquarius - Unique style, cool aura, looks like they flirt just by existing. If afflicted, offbeat in a try-hard way, gives “I’m different” or "Am not like other girls" but also distant and detached. If retrograde, still quirky but less bold like they’re keeping the weird under wraps.

Mercury in Aquarius - Sharp eyes, spaced-out look, like their thoughts are ten steps ahead. If afflicted, detached or smug vibe, talks smart but comes off cold or hard to reach. If retrograde, still distant, but softer like they’re deep in thought and forgot to speak.

Saturn in Pisces - Looks spaced out, like they’re always emotionally tired but trying to hold it together. If afflicted, avoids stuff, quits halfway, can’t move on especially from people they shouldn’t miss. If retrograde, still overwhelmed, but hides it better keeps feelings locked up to survive.

Jupiter in Pisces - Gains weight easy, soft face, looks like they stay in bed too long and cry at movies. If afflicted, manipulates with guilt, brags while playing humble, uses people’s kindness. If retrograde, still wants attention and comfort, just sneakier about it won’t admit it out loud but really warm and kind.

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[5sospenguinqueen]

Bedtime Stories | Daniel Ricciardo x Author! Reader

Summary: For the past six years, you've been dreaming of a future with Daniel. Until one silly little interview shatters every illusion.

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Baby fever. End of a relationship. Daniel bashing.

Female reader with various faceclaims. Takes place in the 2022 season.

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user2 no, it's not an announcement. her best friend is currently pregnant and she was gushing about looking forward to aunty duties

user3 omg her and daniel would make the cutest babies though

→ user4 i bet she can't wait until they have their own mini-me

user5 imagine our rom-com queen going from writing the cutest but filthiest fiction imaginable to writing about why you should eat your carrots

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user6 i can't believe this man was talking about being in the height of his career when he's been nothing but a flop since leaving red bull

user7 the way he's been stringing this poor woman along for 6 years, knowing how badly she wants children, to then decide in a random interview that he's never going to have kids because they would be a 'distraction'

user8 fans spotted y/n running from the pits once she saw that daniel was safely done with racing

user9 i fear we may be witnessing the downfall of something we once held sacred

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fallontonight did you know @/YourUser Name was once chased by a kangaroo? find out how in tonight's episode of the tonight show 📚🦘

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YourUserName thanks for having me! ✨

user11 excuse me, ma’am, reassess what

user12 daniel has been absent from her last 3 posts

→ user1 not even in the likes or comments

→ user2 and he didn't even congratulate her on the recent book launch

→ user3 ya’ll are reaching. he's busy racing. she's busy doing book promo. they still follow each other

user4 anyone notice she didn't look as happy as she usually does

→ user5 yes! and i swear she got teary when talking about her life plans 🥺

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YourUserName my happy place 🌊🐚🦀 aug '22

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user6 does this mean a new book is coming soon

→ user7 girl, we’ve just had one. let the woman rest

→ YourUserName sorry, my lovelies but i don’t think i'm in the right headspace to be writing a romance novel at this time

→ user6 confirmation??!?!

→ user7 we’re children of divorce

→ user8 honestly fuck those two because i couldn’t have cared less about vroom vroom boys until mother started dating one and now i'm crying in class ‘cause they’re over

landonorris get that bread, queen 🍞

→ YourUserName who let you out of daycare

→ user9 not y/n and lando interacting like she didn’t break his teammates heart

→ user10 more like his teammate broke y/n’s heart. let's not make daniel out to be the victim here

kellypiquet p said get writing those children’s books so she can brag about aunty y/n to her friends

→ YourUserName my sweet girl. i saw the cutest dress the other day for her so I’ll pop round soon x

→ user11 i love their friendship

→ user12 get this woman a child. She’s too sweet to be stuck in cool aunt mode forever

user13 anyone notice she didn't do her annual birthday post for daniel?

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04•09•22

user14 no because the interviewer was so real for that. checo has a few children and he’s currently 2nd best. max is nowhere to be seen on the grid he's that far ahead and he makes sure p is his priority when she’s there so???

→ user15 and the way he stormed out. i bet PR are sooo happy with him

user16 nah because mclaren recently announced that they’re not extending his contract so he currently doesn't have his seat and doesn't have his y/n, all because he thought he was better than that

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danielricciardo yesterday was something. p17 wasn't the result we were expecting, and the media were a challenge but it's always a delight to be in suzuka. moving on to the americas

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user1maybe if y/n was there, you wouldn't have done so badly

user2 maybe if he had a baby waiting in the paddock he would’ve had more incentive to do better

mclaren we’ll get them next time 💪

user3 letting mclaren and lando down

→ user4 the real reason he and y/n broke up is because he has no wins. she should move onto lando or something

→ user5 he’s way too young for her

→ user4 they'd make a good looking couple tho

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YourUserName thirty, flirty and thriving. please enjoy a small snippet of my 30th birthday, organised by my favourite girl. these are the nice moments before she plies me full of cocktails and i become the sloppiest person in monaco tagged: kellypiquet

kellypiquet any chance to celebrate you 🤍🤍

→ kellypiquet and an even better chance to drink the entire bar and force max to carry us home

→ maxverstappen1 i'm just glad i was able to pull you both out of the sea before you drowned

landonorris can't believe you tried (and failed) to stop us from gatecrashing

→ YourUserName it was an exclusive event, we don't let randos in

→ landonorris i know you're joking but it still hurts my feelings

maxverstappen1 happy birthday, sloppy. you don't look a day over 40

→ YourUserName i'm gonna let that slide but only because i love the bag that kelly told you to buy

user7 happy birthday to the best author

user8 happy birthday queen

carlossainz55 happy birthday, y/n 💐

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danielricciardo happy birthday x

user5 kelly and y/n look like the funnest people to hang out with

→ user6 literally need to know how to become part of their duo

lewishamilton happy birthday, y/n. have a lovely night 💕

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mclaren happy birthday to papaya's favourite author (we're still waiting for a racing rom-com that is quite clearly about your favourite f1 team and their super sexy admin) 🥳🥳

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Request are open!

Baby Fever Angst Series

[norrisleclercf1]

Mafia Lestappen when reader gets into a car crash

A/N: And if I add a child? Then what????? Also Monaco is a lot bigger in this fake world soooo yeah maybe twice as big as it normally is

"Mommy, sing," You baby girl giggles as you drive her home from 1st grade, you hate dropping her off there, but it was safe and good for her to socialize with other children, and with her life and who her fathers are you knew letting her be herself safely was best.

"Adie," You sigh, but you can't deny those sea green eyes as you turn up the old Disney music and start to sing with her. She giggles happily as you look in the mirror and smile, 'MOMMY!" Adeline scream rings out as you look back in front of you and gasp, before everything goes dark.

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"Should be home soon," Charles sighs, finally home from a long day at the office, Max trudging in behind Charles wanting to just curl up in bed with his family. "I know, I hate she goes to school, but it's best," Max grumbles, always missing his little girl and Charles was no better.

When she was younger the two of them would break her out all the time but you put your foot down, stating that school would be good for Adeline. Charles hums and pets the cats and then Leo, his dog and moves grabbing his phone as it vibrates and he smiles as picture of you and Adie pop up.

"Mon cher, when are you going to be-" "Mr. Leclerc, this is Dr. LaRouche, I'm the emergency room attending here at Grace Kelly Memorial Hospital, I have your daughter and wife here, they were in a very serious accident," Charles feels his blood run cold as he turns to stare at Max whose bent down petting his cats. "What?" Max asks, looking up.

"Charles, what is it?"

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"I just want Mommy!" Adeline sobs, the pediatrician and nurse trying their best to calm her down. "I know sweetie, but we've called your fathers, they'll be here soon," The doors fly open as Max charges in like a bull, eyes wild before the settle on his baby girl. "ADIE!" "DADDY!" She sobs and moves as he rushes over and captures her in his arms.

"I'm here, I'm here," Max repeats as Charles collides into them holding his baby as well. "Mommy, mommy was hurt," She sobs and Max refuses to move from her side as Charles looks around their guards everywhere as the staff move carefully around them. "Someone tell me where the fuck, our wife is?" Charles ground out and a nurse stands, walking over quickly.

"You're wife and daughter were involved in a head on collision, the man was running from the cops and hit your wife. She sustained a head injury and a lacerated spleen and they needed to take her to surgery to remove the spleen as it was bleeding and unable to be repaired. You can see her in a couple hours when the surgery is over, please, just stay with your daughter," The nurse calmly explains and Max moves lying on the bed now.

"Charles," Charles turns around and sees Adie crying softer and looking at him with his own eyes. "Oh, my poor bebe, you must've been so scared. You were so brave," Charles praises softly kissing her head as Max looks over her only seeing little scratches and scruffs, the only thing that concerns him is the cut on her forehead.

"Does your head hurt my little star?" Max whispers pulling her into his lap and holding her close as Charles blocks them from the lingering eyes in the Emergency room. "Just a little, they gave me yucky medicine to help," She explains, "Papa, can I play a game on your phone?" She asks, blinking and Charles quickly gives her his phone.

"Mr. Verstappen, Mr. Leclerc?" They turn as a doctor approaches them. "Your wife is out of surgery, we can't let you in the room, but you can see her," Charles and Max move, Charles taking Adie into his arms and kisses her head gently as they walk through the stale hospital hallways and stop at your window, the sound of candy crush going low from Charles's phone.

"She's good, just sleeping, we'll continue to monitor her, but luckily her car is....military grade, if her car wasn't like that then it would be much worse," The doctor says and pats Max's back who nods as Charles squeezes Adie close unable to imagine what would've happened.

"Told you it was worth it," Max whispers and Charles sighs resting his head on his shoulder. "Not now, Max,"

[axetivev]

~ Warning! Batkids are Bruce and Reader's Biochild!

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids who would be the one who would and picked up Damian who got detention/suspended because Bruce was too busy.

"So you're telling me, you suspend my son, Damian Wayne because he protected his friend..?"

"W–well. Mr. Wayne... in this school, we don't—"

"Oh so you don't allow nor teach violence but allow harassment? Racism? You know what. Damian, call Bruce. You're changing schools."

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids who would force Tim to go to bed. No is not an option. And would never be. Then, Papa!Reader would lecture Tim about sleeping.

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids who would read them bedtime stories. And they'll have to agree with one, which led to fights (unfortunately).

"Pa! Can we get a bedtime story?"

"Of course, what do you guys want?"

"Oh! Oh! How about a story about..."

"Tim, you've requested yesterday!"

"Ca–Cass! At my defense—"

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids, where papa!reader hugged and gave Dick lunch money who was becoming Robin for the first time. In the end, this became a routine as the Robin legacy continued.

"My love, Dick can do it... Y–you don't have to—"

Papa!Reader who gave Dick his money. "Shut it Bruce! My poor baby can't fight crime empty handed! Are you really gonna buy him something when he's hungry!?"

Year later...

"..."

"M/N—"

"Here, Damian. Here, 100 bucks! Spend it for something useful, m'kay?"

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids, when Jason died, he drowns into depression. Struggle—unable to move on. He felt himself being a failure of a dad. To a level to skip meals.

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids, after Jason was back alive. He was crying. Hugging Jason as tight as he could to his 6'0 son. He can't, he can't lose another child.

"Forgive me for everything, Jason."

"Pa... I'm here. Really, I'm fine now... I'll be extra careful next time."

"Please be... I don't want to lose you and others again..."

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids, who would secretly bring the kids out if Bruce grounded them. But when he was the one who grounds them. No one. No one can save them.

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids, who have boys and girls time. For boys, he'd basically spend his time with the boys (basically, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke) and the girls (Stephanie, Cass).

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids, who would work in Arkham Asylum while his kids were looking for him from afar to make sure he was safe. The kids would usually switch but of course they'll fight about it.

"Hey! It's my time to look over pa!"

"Cut it Richard. You've done that last week."

"C'mon! Why don't you guys let Duke and Damian!?"

"FUCK YOU CASSANDRA!"

"OH FUCK YOU!"

Meanwhile Papa!Reader who watched from afar while drinking his tea.

"Kids these days..."

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids, when his birthday rolls around, the kids would give him something. It could be a father—son/daughter time, or them spending their money to buy him something—anything. They'll basically spoil you, because you deserve it!

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids, who would be his literal bodyguard. Even after Papa!Reader told them he's alright. What can I say? Your kids are too loving. Even too clingy sometimes.

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids, where the kids would argue to Bruce about who should have "Papa time" first. Being neither Dick or Damian who leads and Tim gathers information and key details others would light the fire even more. While Papa!Reader tried to calm the kids while Alfred just smirked to himself.

"Well, father. At our defense. Papa spends more time with you. He would prepare you for work; tidying your tie as you go to work, as Batman. Papa helped you with gathering some information with Barbs."

"If not. You two would cuddle on the couch from day and night!"

"Therefore?"

"Therefore, we deserve our own papa time!!!"

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids, where if there's a parent brave enough to say something horrible to his kids, Papa!Reader won't hesitate to break them mentality. This also applies if some soul dares to speak to you horribly. The kids would casually show no mercy.

—Papa!Reader and his Bio!kids, when Bruce looked at every single child of his. He would look at Papa!Reader, eyes staring at your very soul as he towered you.

"I want more kids."

"Bruce, we literally have 7 kids, multiple dogs, a cat, a cow, and many others. We have—"

"That's not a question."

[dark-l-angel]

hi!! I saw that you accept request, so I have an idea. It's not really a creative one but I'm obsessed with clingy Jason Todd 😭😭 so I was thinking if you can maybe (please🙏) write something where reader needs to go to work but Jason stops reader because he's needy. Do you get it😭😭

Thank you!

-G.A.

A/N: needy, whiny, bed-hogging Jason who clings like a big heat-emitting emotional weighted blanket telling you to quit that damned job that keeps you away from HIM? YES.. I've been waiting for this moment..

Clingy jason Todd x Reader

Clingy jason, reader is tired of their job. Everything else is fluff

The sun had barely risen. Pale gold light filtered through the curtains you swore you closed the night before, and the shrill alarm on your phone had already gone off.. twice. You were late.

You groaned and shifted, trying to sit up, but you didn’t get far.

There it was. That arm. That damn arm.. muscular, warm, and currently locked like a steel bar across your waist.

"Jason..." you warned softly, already knowing the game he was playing.

He didn’t answer. Not with words, at least. His only response was a muffled grunt into the crook of your neck, his nose nudging against your skin like a sleepy, stubborn dog refusing to move. You could feel his scruff, slightly overgrown, tickling your jaw.

"Jay, I have to go," you tried again, wiggling just enough to reach the edge of the bed.

"Mm-mm" he muttered, holding tighter. "Call in."

"I can’t just call in every time you get clingy-"

"You say that like it’s not a perfectly valid reason.." he interrupted, voice gravelly and deep from sleep. "Tell them your husband is a needy bastard and he’ll literally die if you leave him in this cold, cruel world alone."

You turned just enough to catch his expression.

Eyes still half-lidded, hair sticking up on one side, and that little pout forming on his lips. He looked like trouble disguised as a Greek god wrapped in a blanket burrito. Holding you in one arm while the other hugged a cute pink mochi-cat plushie.

"Jay..." you said again, but this time it was harder to fight the smile tugging at your lips.

He cracked one eye open. "What if I’m cold? You gonna leave your poor man here all defenseless and shivering while you run off to.. what.. type emails?"

"Not defenseless," you snorted. "You have guns, Jason... There's one inside that cat plushie.. and one under our pillows.. and another two in each of the nightstands jay.. "

He chuckled "And yet none of them keep me as warm as you.. and THAT JOB? It’s draining you. And I hate it. I hate seeing you come home exhausted, giving them all your time when I could be giving you everything... I don't fuckin know why you're still insisting on working when i can work instead.."

You looked down at your phone.. the messages of your coworker asking about why you're late..

Jason continued "I don’t want you breaking your back just to survive. I want you to be safe, healthy and happy. I didn’t crawl out of the damn Pit, rebuild my whole damn life, just to watch the woman I FUCKIN love so damn much struggle.. SO.. quit. Stay home. Sleep in. Read your books. Take long baths. Buy shit loads of brands, makeup and skincare... Hell, start that little dream project you've been putting off. I’ll handle the rest. I'm the man in this relationship.. the one who protects, provides, and handles the weight. And my baby? Her only job is to Be soft. Be spoiled. Be mine. You doesn’t ask for luxury.. you expects it. And I make damn sure you get it.. while you.. you? You just focus on looking pretty, being yourself, and let me give you the life you were born to live."

You got beaten quite badly.. yet you rolled your eyes yet you almost couldn't contain your smile. "You’re being ridiculous."

"You like ridiculous. It’s part of my charm. Now shut up and cuddle me."

He tugged you back down with very little effort, pulling your face into his chest and throwing a thigh over your hip like a greedy child with a favorite stuffed animal. His heartbeat thumped steadily beneath your cheek, and his scent.. warm, woodsy, something expensive you could never pronounce.. made it that much harder to resist.

"...Five more minutes," you mumbled into his skin.

Jason smirked, victorious. "That’s my girl."

And five minutes somehow turned into 2hrs. You didn’t even feel bad.

Ps: i really needed to see someone write jason with that speech 🫠💕

"yeah babe... maybe I'll quit". And like that.. his bby girl never came to work again ✨ and she lived happily in her husband's muscular arms forever 💖

[niabrooks2003]

It’s Time to Defend Taylor from Win or Lose (2025)

I don’t normally voice my disagreements with how people ingest media in a public manner. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. HOWEVER…too many people are coming after Taylor from Pixar’s Win or Lose (2025) and ion like that so…

With TV/film suppressing so much Black Girl representation, seeing Taylor, Kai, and Rochelle as a part of the main cast was exciting! This rant will be about how viewers have reacted to just Taylor though, concerning episodes 5 and 6.

Get cozy because there’s a lot to unpack here. Here’s your SPOILER ALERT!

I thought Taylor and Yuwen made a very cute couple. I love how they depicted what it’s like falling in love during your awkward years. Yuwen was very sweet with Taylor and it was clear Taylor brought out the best in Yuwen (as confirmed by Kai).

Of course, their relationship comes to a rocky patch when Yuwen becomes jealous and insecure when he sees Taylor and Tom interacting. For these interactions, keep in mind that they are portrayed from Yuwen’s perspective. Taylor eventually calls things off when Yuwen purposely catches Taylor off-guard to pitch the ball, which causes Taylor to miss and the other team to make a run.

On social media I have seen the cutest edits to this imaginary couple. I’ve also seen some sad ones. In almost every sad one, Taylor is casted as the villain. The comments are even worse! Many place the fault on Taylor for hurting Yuwen, or worse, cast her off as “the worst girlfriend AND big sister”. They have massacred my poor Shayla despite her getting just as hurt, if not more.

Let’s break it down:

1. In episode 6, we are introduced to the “real” Yuwen. The Yuwen we see is outwardly very cocky, self-assured and sometimes aloof. Yuwen deals with social anxiety and insecurity by hiding behind a “Class clown” persona. He relies on humor and positive attention to thrive among his peers. We also see his inner child, who is very sweet and portrays Yuwen’s real feelings.

2. Episode 5 and 6 give a more detailed look into Taylor. She is a great softball player and gets along well with her teammates. It’s shown that Tom and Taylor are good friends. Pre-relationship, Taylor and Yuwen can be seen sharing easy banter with each other. I think it’s important to note that Taylor never instigates such banter and only participates at Yuwen’s insistance. Taylor is also held responsible for her younger brother, Ira, during the games (More on this later).

3. Taylor is well aware of this from the jump. On their first date to the movies, she explicitly assures Yuwen to just be himself. And he does — as best as he can, anyhow.

Yuwen eventually opens up to Taylor and reveals his “inner child”. A very touched Taylor reveals her “inner child” in return. In doing so, they both share a personal secret: Yuwen shares he is very insecure, while Taylor shares that she gets nauseous when nervous.

Claim #1: It’s Taylor’s fault for hurting Yuwen, he’s obviously insecure and she knows this!

Aht aht! Wait a min… let’s refute this ridiculous opinion (because it’s important to realize that these comments are JUST OPINIONS)

Obviously they are just kids, but let’s give a little bit of credit here. Kids can go through amazing growth in interpersonality and emotional intelligence. Yuwen is shown to struggle with letting his guard down, but he made an active decision to do so with Taylor. Taylor recognizes this and returns the favor. It’s a hugesign of mutual trust. To keep that trust, you’ve got to work at it. 

The first incident that lead to their breakup occurs at school. Tom hands Taylor her dropped cell phone and the two engage in a conversation. While Yuwen is shown to be initially irritated, it quickly turns to crushing insecurity and leads to Taylor pushing him away after he butts into the conversation with an ill-timed joke. If you pay close attention to Taylor’s expression, tone, and what is being said to Tom, it is clear she is concerned for Tom. During the conversation it is revealed that something might be wrong with Tom’s brother and it is somehow related to Tom’s academic troubles (which eventually leads into Rochelle’s storyline). 

Now, Taylor doesn’t yell at Yuwen, she doesn’t scream or accuse him of being a jerk. All she asks for is that Yuwen can be serious at times. Which is fair. It’s clear that Tom’s brother is a sensitive topic, and even though Yuwen isn’t aware of the situation, he unfortunately chose to give into his insecurities and push the clown narrative, despite Taylor’s initial warning (the push away).

After a dramatic, emotional montage of inner child Yuwen and inner child Taylor fighting and crying, it jumps to the night of the championships. From Yuwen’s perspective, Taylor angrily brushes past him on the way to the field, leaving Yuwen hurt.

However, in the episode prior, Ira’s perspective shows that Taylor in fact reaches out to Yuwen in an attempt to understand why Yuwen is being aloof and clearly upset. Yuwen, retreating to his humor shield, mockingly repeats Taylor’s request to “use your words”. Taylor tells him he is being rude, and he shoots back that Taylor is being rude, still upset over her reaction at his jokes towards Tom at school. Yuwen is then shown to be the one walking away from Taylor as she confronts her brother. Yuwen is shutting Taylor out.

But before yall come and say it’s because Taylor hurt his feelings, remember that Taylor was just as hurt after their argument. She is literally crying in the car on the way to the game. Leave my poor girl alone, she has feelings too!

Now to the actual game.

Earlier in the episode, Taylor enlists Yuwen’s help in practicing her catches, as she’d like to be catcher one day. Yuwen initially doesn’t take Taylor seriously (out of concern of course), but when Taylor get’s upset and expresses frustration, he finally gets with the program.

While in the pit, the team notice the animosity between the couple and Tom decides to spill the tea Taylor told him and announce that Yuwen’s acting the way he is because he is insecure. Okay a few things to unpack here. First, Taylor is sitting with her headphones on, so she doesn’t know Tom has announced this. Second, remember Taylor and Tom are close (platonically), I assume this was a private conversation (perhaps as a way to apologize to Tom on Yuwen’s behalf) that went down after Taylor and Yuwen’s argument. 

Yuwen takes the slight very hard and retaliates by sharing to the whole team that Taylor wants to take Rochelle’s place as catcher, but he voices doubt that Taylor is no where near as good as Rochelle for it to be feasible. Taylor hears (since Yuwen is speaking with an increased volume) and takes off her headphones to fix him a glare (but doesn’t say anything). But before, she is sitting there looking heartbroken.

So, when the coach asks for a temporary fill-in for Rochelle (she is absent atm), Taylor volunteers. The coach decides he wants to be stupid and asks if Taylor thinks she’s a better catcher than Rochelle (despite NOBODY wanting to volunteer for the catcher positon except Taylor). He dismisses the dumb comment at Taylor’s pointed expression. This hits hard since now that is TWO people instilling or voicing disbelief in Taylor’s catching capabilities, despite the hard work and success that’s being put in! 

Yuwen’s not done though. In another insecure attack, he picks fun at Taylor and discretely reveals her secret by “encouraging” her not to puke if she gets nervous in front of the whole team. It backfires though and the whole team regard Yuwen coldly. Taylor, always forced into being the bigger person, just tells Yuwen “I’ll see you on the field”. On the field, Yuwen refuses to listen to Taylor’s pitch signs, which leads to the eventual missed catch. 

Taylor is through. Rightfully so. She’s visibly upset and frustrated towards Yuwen’s behavior towards her because Yuwen is refusing to communicate and show nothing but animosity (plus, he’s broken her trust by intentionally sharing her secret to the whole team) So, she ends things, and walks off the field.

Claim #2: Taylor is the worst because she treats Ira horribly!

Honestly, it’s giving yall just want an excuse to hate on Black girls. I feel like I didn’t see this opinion until after episode six, soooooooo, the math ain’t mathin if yall are just really defensive of Ira.

Episode 5 is told from Ira’s perspective. Ira is Taylor’s imaginative little brother who accompanies Taylor at softball meets (probably due to her parents just dropping him off with Taylor). Taylor is left to look after him while playing the game. Despite her slight annoyance (which I think is justified), she still cares deeply about her brother (i.e. replying to Ira’s complaints and announcements during the game). 

In a move reminiscent to Nico and Bianca Di Angelo (but, you know, without the total abandonment and death), Taylor starts hanging out with Yuwen, which doesn’t bode well with Ira. In Ira’s eyes, Taylor is the only one who gets him. So he decided to roll with the “Bleacher Creatures” after they show interest in him. 

Taylor voices her concern with that fact and pulls their mom into it when Ira shows disinterest in her warnings. Taylor is justifiably worried about her brother hanging around the kids that obviously cause some trouble. She even tells Yuwen about it, and he agrees to talk to Ira. The timing is a bit unclear, but I assume that the movie date had happened just before that (with Ira spilling about Taylor’s boyfriend happening before that — whew, work with me here!). So the next morning on the school bus, Yuwen’s attempt to fist bump Ira (Ira chooses to lick Yuwen’s fist instead ) was also Yuwen’s attempt at bonding with Ira at Taylor’s request.

But before yall come with the: “but she yelled at Ira before the game!” 

She is upset with Yuwen and Ira chose to interrupt… what did yall think was gonna happen?

Taylor is frustrated. She has been put in the position of having to read between the lines and make decisions for people and she’s tired.

Ira was able to come to terms that what he did with the Bleacher Creatures was wrong by himself. When you have an older sis calling all the shots, it can be difficult to decide on your own. It’s a moment of growth for Ira.

I’m not dismissing that Ira’s feelings got hurt about his sister distancing from him, but Taylor is her own person as well. 

In conclusion, Taylor’s actions are justified and she is also a victim in this scenario, not just Yuwen. Insecurity should not be an excuse to hurt your partner. I hope Yuwen talks to Taylor and they make up, but yall better recognize that Yuwen hurt Taylor too. 

And that Taylor deserves just as much love.

[youryanderedaddy]

Tw: captivity, obsessive behavior, made up fantasy lore, mind fuck (?)

He never calls for you - he only ever sends his servants, poor, confused little creatures of the night once lost just like you. They gather at your door like an army of darkness, scratching and biting at the delicate wooden frame, howling piteously with full chest until you're faced with the choice of either opening the door, or suffocating yourself with the fluffy white pillow. You give in after what feels like an appropriate time - not too soon as to feed his ever - growing ego, yet not so late that the creatures' heads start to roll under your nose.

You slowly walk down the endless corridor, refusing to look at anything for longer than a second - even as it calls to you with the sweetest voice of desire. Everything is enchanted to the very last candle on the wall. The countless paintings depict wealth and opulence beyond your wildest dreams, an adundance of riches upon riches, of honeycomb amber and pure green emeralds. The silk carpet is as soft as a dandelion just before it bursts open, and the crystal chandelier embarks such a soft light the human eye can never properly adjust to the tender shades of yellow and blue. The castle is tempting you with every passing breath - begging you to stay here forever. Begging you to love it, and everyone inside - especially His Majesty, the Lord.

You try to calm your disheveled thoughts as you carefully open the heavy gates to the throne room. Your breath hitches deep into your throat as your eyes gaze upon the feast spread out before you, and suddenly you're starving like a wolf. By now you should know better than to let yourself be lured in by magic - but the pull is too magnetic and you quickly find yourself stepping closer to the piled up table. You take in the smell with unsatiated hunger - golden apples baked inside fine sugar crystals, tender deer fillet dripping with berry sauce and smokey mushrooms, the sort you can only find inside an enchanted forrest. Cream puffs and mountains of stripped ice soaked in jam and vanilla essence upon stacks of fruit and more goblets of red wine than you can count. And yet he remains ever the centerpiece of the vision.

"You're late, mona grece tide*." His voice slowly fills the room with its overbearing softness, always on the verge of dropping into silence. It's painful to look at him - as if everything about the mythical man was created a touch too symmetrical, to the point where the sharp features all blend together. His lips are too full, his eyes - if the golden slits beneath his brows may be called that, are way too bright under the sun, and they reflect a time you don't wish to remember. And his hair is so long and pale, so very white and smooth, you have to stop your hands from reaching into the wounded transparency of his wild locks, less you want to lose a finger or two.

"Tidea." Khaal snaps his finger more aggressively when you don't respond to his call the first time. You squint in an attempt to block the light coming from the tiny cracks in his face - the birth lines of his dragon. "Sit down. Don't make me come to you."

Tide. Tidea. Love, as you eventually learnt the meaning of the word in Lohemian. My little love, the words still rest on his tongue, because what are you if not a small, fragile human?

"I'd hate to inconvenience you so, my Lord." You eventually bite back, breaking out of the trance. Slipping in and out of consciousness and constantly guessing your surroundings is taking a toll on you, but you'll lose your sanity before you give into his madness. "Touching a filthy human like myself will surely sully your pretty golden flakes." You smile with venom, tearing into the nearest sun-pear. He watches the juice drip down your chin with angry narrowed eyes, and with another swift snap of his fingers he's standing before you, towering above.

"Insolent child, you are." He grips your face carelessly, inspecting it from all sides before finally materializing a clean cloth and wiping you clean. "You're foolish just like any other human." His brows twist together with anger, but his expression remains angelic to the untrained eye. "I can give you everything you've ever wanted. The sun at your feet, the moon on your shoulders. All the knowledge of the world." His fingers suddenly stop rubbing along your jawline and his gaze falls upon your cold, quivering lips. "All I ask in return is your loyalty." His sharp nail begins stroking your lower lip. It doesn't draw blood, but you wish it would. You can't stand the anticipation - the moment before the violence entails.

"Don't let your eyes wander. Gift me your warmth." The dragon king pulls you closer to his chest, and all fight leaves you. His form is perfectly defined with thousand metal - like flakes, one on top of the other like a flawless shield. It's probably a great weapon on the battlefield - but it lacks the naked vulnerability of human skin, and it's so cold it hurts to stand close, much less touch it directly. "Look at me!" He suddenly roars, and you fall back from the sheer power of his voice.

Everything hurts - as if the floor is suddenly melting, you feel like you will never stop falling down.

"I can't. It's too painful." You whisper weakly between hoarse broken sobs threatening to tear off your heart in two. "I wasn't made for this world, f-for your... world." You bite your lips, averting eyes to the ground. "Everything in you wants me dead. Your love will kill me." You whimper, squeezing your left hand to your chest. The dead weight of the broken bone is pulling you down, luring you deeper into sleep.

"I'd like to see you try, mon'tidea." He sinks down to your level, quick as a shadow. Stealing a kiss as light as a sparrow, he pushes you down. "Die as many times as you want. You'll always end up here in my arms." His lips are grazing your ear, warm breath hitting your neck. Another illusion, you realize - his body can't create warmth. It's simply reflecting your warmth back to you. "Because once you enter my realm, there's no coming back."

[milkamel]

Ahem. Hi.

I know I've drawn a lot of shadowvanilla stuff recently and yapped about how much I love it when actually… I was lying.

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I HATE IT WITH BURNING PASSION!!!!!!!!!!!! I only drew it cause it was.......... ugh, popular 🙄🙄

You people love abusive ships huh what's wrong with you like actually how can you ship something that has such a big power imbalance?? Are TOXIC relationships a joke to you?

Thinking that I'm being stupid and that this ship isn't an abuser x victim?? Well, let me show you proof.

(ALSO PLEASE REBLOG TO SPREAD THE AWARENESS!!!!)

Look at Truthless Recluse here, he's clearly distressed and angry. Not like how Pure Vanilla would act, as he's nice and sweet with everyone. BUT NOT WITH SHADOW MILK...........

You know what they say.............… abusers only show their true selves with people they abuse and here he is screaming at the poor Smilky Twinky like an angry feral animal!! As you can see 'Pure' Vanilla isn't actually THAT pure…. he's a heartless monster who torments the poor little guy...................... (I bet he throws beer bottles at Shamil too)

Next point!

A lot of people lately have been spreading an absolutely inaccurate headcanon that Pure Vanilla is 'minor coded' which is a blatant LIE.............. It has been proven that Shadow Milk is the one who's minor coded and has been unfairly attacked.

Here we see him turn into a kid specifically when PV is around. You know why? Correct, he's scared of Pure Vanilla. He feels small around him, helpless, like a child so he literally becomes one. Not so funny now, shadowvanilla shippers? (also the fact that he's a jester!! kids like toys and flashy stuff!! minor coded behavior!!)

Now the manipulation.

The whole 8th episode has been nothing but a cruel masterplan created by Truthless Recluse designed to break Shadow Milk's heart..... How cruel must you be to lie to someone who's just lonely and wants a friend? Just peak psychopathic behavior on PV's part. (He even says that he did that to make Shamil to lower his guard!! He doesn't even hide that and admits his crimes!!)

Just look how sad and desperate he's here… no one deserve this…....

And after that betrayal, stab in the back, Pure Vanilla attempted to BEFRIEND him? This is manipulation too. He tries to act like he isn't the bad guy, as if he didn't just break Shadow Milk beyond repair. But how can you befriend someone who deceived you? I don't blame Smilk for refusing this offer run my boy, don't let him trick you!!

(look at how heartbroken and hurt he is after P**e V*****a beat him up,, talk about 'friendship'...........)

So as you can see this ship SHOULDN'T BE SHIPPED at any point. Pure Vanilla is the abuser, manipulator, gaslighter and a lot more. While Shadow Milk was his poor puppet he played with him for his own amusement. This ship is the worst thing I had yet witnessed in this life and if you ship it uhhhhhh- I hope both sides of your pillow are hot.............................gross..... be better.

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but ngl I think them kissing isn't that bad yk a little bit toxicity in the ship doesn't hurt anyone!!!

Happy April Fools btw <3 (expect more shadowvanilla art in the future I need them to make out <3)

[himasgod]

Hi! Can I make a request for a Crowley self-proclaimed father for the reader (aka Yuu)? (The reader got to the NRC before all the events at the age of 11 (roughly) and Crowley just decided to take him in.) Yes, he's a silly bird, but I think he'd be a caring silly bird. Can we get the characters' reactions to this discovery? Or some sort of domestic moment with him? (Like she gets into NRC and he just gets hyper-aware because "his little chick is so delicate and fragile, now goes to a college full of rude guys" and "kids grow up so fast 😭😭"

CROWLEY AND READER

Where you came to NRC as a child, and he raised you, becoming your father.

Short scenarios about how Crowley would act having become your self-proclaimed father <3

I. THE LITTLE CHICK.

The first time Crowley found you—an eleven-year-old child standing in the middle of the Mirror Chamber, wide-eyed and trembling—he had not, in fact, planned to take you in.

In his words:

“A mere... administrative mishap! A blip in magical mirror logistics! Nothing beyond the most slightly unfortunate cosmic coincidence!”

But something about the way you had clung to the hem of his cloak—small, shaking fingers smudged with ash—had lodged somewhere in the soft sentimental cavern of his otherwise overinflated heart.

So, he’d taken you in.

Temporarily.

Except, heh, it wasn’t temporary.

He didn’t notice the shift until much later.

Not until he spent an entire day building you a makeshift bunk-bed, or the time he stitched feathers into your blanket “so you’ll feel safe while I’m away.”

Not until you fell asleep on his couch and he instinctively put a blanket over your shoulders and whispered, “My poor little chick…”

And now, years later, you're sixteen.

Standing in the main hall.

In the ceremonial robes.

“I GOT IN!”

“YES, I CAN SEE THAT, BUT—BUT—!!”

Crowley is absolutely losing it.

II. DAY ONE.

“Don’t slouch! Shoulders back! You’ll look more confident—NO, NOT TOO CONFIDENT—”

You groan.

“Crowley…”

“AHEM. Father, if you please. And I’m simply making sure you’re not eaten alive by the ravenous beasts roaming these halls!”

Crowley adjusts the edge of your collar for the third time.

“You’re so delicate! So small! So baby chick!”

“I’m an adult now ” you mutter.

“Trein is an adult too, and you're still a baby. That doesn’t count!”

You're on the way to orientation. And Crowley— bouncing with every frantic step—has not stopped adjusting, fussing, or sniffling since you left.

“You’ll write every day, yes?”

“You live here. It’s a five-minute walk, Crowley.”

“And you’ll eat three meals? And no fighting with those delinquent first-years—”

“You’re the one who let them in!”

Several students are already whispering.

"Isn't that the headmage?" "Wait, did he just call them 'my child'??" "That's gotta be a metaphor, right?"

But you don’t answer.

You just tug Crowley's gloved hand.

“It’s okay, Dad, I’m ready.”

He freezes.

Then his mask shudders—and he breaks into a wail.

“THEY CALLED ME DAD 😭😭”

III. WORDS SPREAD FAST (Too Fast)

By the time lunch rolls around, everyone knows.

You walk into the cafeteria with a tray and is immediately greeted with:

Ace: “Sooo, how’s your dad? Did he make you a lunch box? Bet it has feathers on it.”Deuce: “Wait, for real? Crowley’s your actual father?! Like—is this legal??”Cater: “This is WILD. Okay, but like—do you call him ‘Dad' in private?”Trey: “Well, that explains a lot. You do carry yourself with a certain flair.”Riddle: “Does this mean you have diplomatic immunity?!”

You groan.

“It’s not like that! He just… he raised me, okay?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then Deuce my sweet boy, blinks.

“So… he really took care of you? Like, bedtime stories and snacks and all that?”

“…Yeah. He even makes pancakes on test days.”

They fidget.

“With little powdered sugar stars. Says they bring luck.”

The table falls into stunned silence. Then Ace practically chokes.

“NO WAY. CROWLEY? THAT DRAMA BIRD??”

IV. PARENTAL SUPERVISION NEEDED.

Crowley starts popping up everywhere.

Every class. Every break. Every time you get into mild trouble.

Professor Crewel: “And then we mix the potion—”Crowley: (from the back row) “Careful, my child's hair is highly flammable!!”

Professor Trein: “Any volunteers to recite today’s lesson—”Crowley: (lifting your hand) “They’re very literate. Reads three books a week. Has been reading since the age of four—”

Vargas: “Alright, time for endurance drills—”Crowley: “NOooOOoOOOOO!!! My precious hatchling has brittle ankles!!”

You, from across the track: “I DO NOT!!”

V. A QUIET NIGHT. (And the Feather Blanket)

After a long day of trying to survive combat practice and Ace’s teasing, you stumble back into Crowley’s office.

He’s in his lounge chair, reading a dusty tome.

“…Rough day, little chick?” he says.

You don’t answer.

Just walk over and curl up beside him on the couch—like you did when you were eleven and the world was strange and terrifying.

Crowley doesn’t ask. He just puts down the book.

Pulls the blanket over your shoulders.

The same one he made years ago.

Black with bits of blue feathers.

He lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

“…You’re doing well, you know,” he murmurs. “Far better than anyone gives you credit for.”

You sniffle.

“Even when I lose alchemy lab points and forget my ingredients in alchemy class?”

“Especially then,” he says proudly. “True greatness lies in flammable resilience.”

He card fingers through your hair, gentle and quiet.

“…Thanks, Dad.”

“…Of course, my dear.”

“You’re my greatest mistake, you know.”

VI. BONUS. Crowley telling them you were raised by him.

Lilia: “Fufu~ So you are raising one of your own! I had my suspicions, you know. They even have your flair for dramatics!”

Sebek: “UNACCEPTABLE. HOW DARE YOU—wait. You made them pancakes? ...Can I have some?”

Leona: “Explains why they’re just as noisy as you. Ugh.”

Azul: “Did you sign a parental contract? Because if not, I have documents—”

Rook: “What a delightful turn! A father’s devotion—it sings!”

Vil: “Honestly, they’re much more well-adjusted than I’d expect from being raised by you. I’m impressed.”

Jade: “How heartwarming. Truly, Headmage, you are full of surprises.”

Floyd: “Whaaat~ That’s sooo funny. Can I call you Papa Crow?”

VII. FINAL.

On graduation day, you stand in full uniform.

Cloak. Gloves. Tie straightened.

Crowley dabs his eyes with his sleeve, full dramatic weeping on display.

“You were just a tiny child yesterday—tiny!!! And now look at you! A graduate! Oh, if only I’d kept that first crayon drawing of me you made—”

You hug him, tightly.

“Thanks for being my dad.”

You glance over at a graduating senior who was waiting for you at the ceremony with a bouquet of roses. You smile at him.

“WHAT??? DID THAT HORMONE-MOTH MAN JUST LOOK AT YOU? AND THOSE FLOWERS? My dearest, most wonderful, once-lost-now-found hatchling— If I see him approaching you with dark intentions OR HE THINKS TO GRAB YOU BY THE WAIST OR SOMETHING AT GRADUATION, I-.”

You laugh.

“Its okay, Dad. I'm with you. I'm safe.”

[mewnewew]

When you kiss them in places they don't expect

Didja miss me? Hehe, yeah a lot of things happened emotionally and otherwise. Enjoy! And seriously. Give me more requests. I love those.

Crocodile

The man is private for goodness sake. Why would you kiss him in public unless it's warranted? Because you damn well love him too fucking much that's why. How can you not want to kiss him when he looks so beautiful to you? If you could you would compose poems, carve his face into marbles, paint him in likeness even when no one else will buy or care about them and because you couldn't care less. You love him after all. Even if he has his own rules of what to and not to do in public or in certain spaces, you'd happily follow them regardless. Anything as long as you could stay next to him after all. Anything in the four seas if it means staying in a relationship with him.

But, there are times where you bite your lip and have to stop from actually drowning the poor man in kisses. This is one of them, where he's walking with you and he's kneeling down letting a tiny puppy lick his fingers as he scratches it's belly. Seas, you shouldn't. You shouldn't. Don't focus on how cute he looks, don't focus on how adorable this is, don't-

"Aren't you a cute thing?" He coos and fuck it.

When he looks at you, you press a kiss to his lips. Out in public. Hands cupping his face. He pauses, then raises an eyebrow at you, a slight frown on his face. The crowd which was slowly forming is now filled with 'aww's and 'that's so cute!'

You huff, leaving his face. "Don't blame me here, you usually aren't like this." There's a grin on your face you can't seem to remove though.

He rolls his eyes, and then comes to his full height as the owner of the puppy -a young child- comes for it, picking it up and looks at him, thanking him for finding it. Giving a vague, single nod he whisks you two away in a cloud of sand, reforming at the doors of Rain Dinners.

"Brat. Think before doing that again." He ruffles your hair. You grin. Looks like he didn't mind so much, maybe you could do it again....

Corazon.

To be clear, you don't know much about the man more than he lets you know. You know him as 'Corazon, Younger brother of the Warlord Doflamingo' but tonight when you two met in the same inn, he sat on the edge of the too-small bed, spreading his legs and letting you stand in between them, close to him as he rests his hands on your hips. He writes to you that he has a secret, you loop your arms around his neck and let one hand play with one of the tails of his hat. You're reassuring him both in speech and body language that you'll listen and you'll keep it to yourself. His amber eyes search yours for a moment more, before leaving one side of your hips to snap his fingers, saying, saying, "Silent."

The noises around you quieten. You don't hear the vendors downstairs bark their wares, you don't hear the chatter and sound of the inn below you two. You don't hear the slight moans of the couple opposite to your room. But you do hear him speak. "My name is Donquixote Rosinanate, Marine Commander code 01746 on a mission from Fleet Admiral Sengoku to stop operations of Warlord and pirate Donquixote Doflamingo."

Your jaw drops, and you stare at him in surprise as he holds your hips again, telling you the story of how he came to be in this wretched situation. Of how his heart holds so much rage and hatred, of his worry and sadness. He tells you in that low, melodious voice of his and you just stand there starstruck as you picture the unwoven scroll of the man you love's past as he tells you. As soon as he's done, he has a mixed picture on his face, of weariness, and exhaustion. So of course you pull his head to your chest, to your heart, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"You brave, wonderful man" You mumble. Your heart is breaking and mending itself, newfound love, appreciation ,and fear now entering with the new information he gave you. "You strong, handsome, perfect man"

He freezes, but soon comes to hold you tighter against him, tension seeping out of his body, as he listens to you. One or your hands goes up his hat, fingers tangling within the strands as you hold him tighter. "Loverboy, look at me please"

When his eyes meet yours you smile, pressing a kiss to his nose. "I'm so proud of you." You whisper, watching his eyes grow wide, a goofy smile blooming on his own.

That night, you two don't do much. You talk some more, and fall asleep, his much larger frame curled around yours, your hands holding his head close, tucked under your chin, face buried in his hair.

Sanji.

It's late, and you wake up with your hair mussed, with the sad, miserable feeling that it's too cold and where the Hell is your warm, snuggly lover coupled with a scowl on your face. So you stumble to the one place he's most likely to be. The kitchen. There have been times when you've genuinely been looking for him because you thought he was not in the kitchen only to find out that he is, in fact in the kitchen, he was just looking for something in the lower cupboards and couldn't hear you. Hell, you've chided him a few times for working in the kitchen even after a big fight, so it's safe to assume that really, the blonde would be in the kitchen. You once sat and watched him, wondering that if it was legitimate, would he be this planet's greatest cook in the world, would be allowed to show at competitions? Would he be sought after then? But oh well.

When you finally get to the kitchen, you see him, baking. Uh oh. Now see, baking at night isn't the issue here. You've helped him make croissants and all sorts of stuff in the dead of night. The real issue is that he's doing it alone, at.....you spare a glance at the clock, 4:45 AM. By the four seas......so yes it's an issue. So yes, it's bad, when it isn't baking before he went to sleep. It's bad when he went to sleep in your bed, all snuggly and warm, and woke up in the ass crack of dawn to bake. Hell, it's even worse than in the ashtray next to the knives, it's filled. That means it was something he was terrified of, or something that came to him and he couldn't shrug off.

You run a hand through your hair and enter. Neither of you says anything just yet, and you take your time settling comfortably into the chairs in front of the counter, hand supporting you head as you watch him do his stuff. Your eyes fall onto his frame where you can see some tension in his movements, a slight jitter to the usual grace which he does his job in. Your eyes move to the tiny snail in the corner which plays music. You switch it on, and watch as the music ebbs and flows. And with it, so does the tension, the stress emanating in the gallery.

Some time later which could have been hours, or even minutes later you get up and come behind him, looping your arms around his hips from behind. "How're you feeling, sunflower?" You murmur.

He pauses in his work, most of them done anyway, and takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing out smoke. ".....Better"

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really"

"Okay. Wanna take a break?"

"....Fine. Let me just pop them into the oven"

30 minutes later, Robin walks in as per her usual timing to see him, head pillowed on your lap snoring softly, one of your hands in his hair, and the other holding one of his to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm. You smile slightly at her arrival and point at the oven. "Could you take them out? Blondie here wanted me to wake him up when they were done but...."

She chuckles, nodding. "I'll handle it. Want some tea?"

"That sounds lovely"

Shanks.

Shanks was open about a lot of things. Laughing, being an oaf, and acting like a goofball, many things. Another thing he was very open about was his relationship with you and the affection he showered on you just so. He would give kisses, hugs, and even random spanks on your ass when he could. He would laugh if you threw a fit but you couldn't help but also want to trip him up just so. Just once.

Your chance finally came when he got injured in battle, causing Hongo to order bed rest and STRICTLY bed rest "No leaving the bed for at least a WEEK, captain. That's an order"

"What? Nooo, I can't!" Whined your boyfriend

Hongo sighed, looking like he was ready to strangle the man based on what shenanigans he would probably start to pull to get out of bed. "Captain, please. Just a week. 5 days is all I'm asking here."

"3!"

"5"

"4!"

"5. No more, no less"

The redhead huffed, turning over in bed "Awful doctor, no man should ever treat his captain this way"

Hongo now looked at you, looking three seconds from yanking his hair out and with desperation. You sighed, sitting on the bed next to him and trying to reassure him.

"Come on, Shanks. Listen to the poor guy. I'll be here helping when I can anyway."

He shifted. Gave you a look. This dumbass.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Shanks, I swear to-"

And that was that. You'd help him when you could, not that you minded. However, when he tried to do anything with you, kissing, hugging, you'd pull away, a grin on your face. In fact, you'd end up giving him kisses where he didn't expect it. Is he leaning in for a kiss on the lips? You kiss the bridge of his nose. He wants to hug you? Lean away and a pat on the head. He tries to kiss your cheek? You move and kiss his ear. It drove him nuts.

"Aw c'mon, not again! What did I do to deserve this!" He complained after you had successfully dodged his attempt to kiss you on your lips. Only to be thwarted when you kissed his jaw instead.

"This is payback baby." You grin, sly and fun.

Then it clicks and he laughs that full, happy, lively laugh of his.

"Awright. But as soon as I'm rested up and good to go...." His eyes gleam with a spark of mischievousness. "You're gonna get it, babe"

True to his word, as soon as Hongo says the word "okay", Shanks leaps out of bed and starts running. You were in the fields of the island, looking around and wandering. You flinch as you feel a familiar presence behind, and you've barely turned your back to see who it is, before he crashes into you, scooping you up and lifting you in his arms.

"Caught you!" He yells with glee and all you can do is laugh and squeal with joy, before curling into him and kissing him on the lips.

[impish-baby]

More dad survivor x zombie reader + an old friend :) (tw: dead animal, guns, emetophobia, threats of harm)

"Aw, sugar.." The dead bird is the farthest thing from appetizing but you look so darn happy offering it to him, how's he supposed to say no?

"You're the sweetest, daddy will eat it later, ok?" That at least seems to be satisfactory enough for now, as you drop the poor thing down onto the park table.

The playground has long been abandoned, left in disarray since the apocalypse hit, that doesnt stop Hank from finding it absolutely adorable when you try to climb up a slide. Nearly gives him a heart attack though.

"Baby, come on, you're gonna hurt yourself." He wonders if you remember being little and playing here, your memory isn't the best when it comes to some things but you sure seem to recall what it takes to give him gray hairs. "I know you think it's fun, but your old man really couldn't handle it if you got scratched up while you're messing around."

You get hurt so easily now a days, he's basically toddler proofed the house all over again and yet you still find a way to bang yourself up when he's not around, that's why he's taken to tying you up when he can't keep an eye on you.

When you do finally decide to slide back down, Hank immediately sweeps you up into his arms with a soft chuckle. "Alright, alright, I think you've had enough outside time for today, we should be headin' home."

It would've been a good day, a great one even, if he didn't catch the glittering of a silver barrel from the corner of his eye.

"Shit-" Hank has never been more greatful that he was holding you, because you lunge automatically for the stranger and likewise closer to the gun. "No, sweetheart, shhh..shh..calm down.." God, he'd love it if you listened, it's hard to pull out his own pistol while trying to wrangle you into staying put.

Other survivors aren't very common in town, most people left after the first few months.

"You gonna let that thing go so I can shoot it?" He recognizes that voice, and it makes Hank's heart sink into a pit in his stomach. "I ain't.. Hank?" A familiar face is rare, a friendly familiar face is nearly unheard of.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, just step back for a minute, alright?" When Hank glances over, he wasn't expecting Bo to be emptying his stomach onto the cement.

"I- Fuck-" The man retches again, dryheaving. "You.. God, the kid.." An honorary uncle, Bo knew you since the day you where born, he didn't see the day that was meant to be your last.

"I know," You stopped struggling once you heard his voice, eyes wide as you simply whine to be let down. "You're gonna have to wait, be patient, hun." That never was your strong suit. "The grown ups need to talk."

"Hank.. man, you gotta let them go.." There's tears in Bo's eyes as he takes a cautious step forward. "They're dead. There aren't any ifs or buts, that's a corpse. You can't-"

"That is my child," He's been a sinner for a long time, if it comes down to it, shooting his brother will be one of his worst. "My baby, what kind of father am I to hurt them?"

"A merciful one!" There are days you wake up confused and scared, you cry for hours or at least your body tries to. "They aren't a person anymore, Hank, they aren't themselves. You're fucking lucky they haven't bitten you yet!"

"I'd welcome it if they did." He's thought about it, that first night when you went cold in his arms and many more after that. "You pull that trigger and that's it, a life without my kid isn't worth living."

"Dammit," Hank almost collapses in relief as the gun is holstered, putting his away as well. "You're still an idiot, huh? Figures.."

Bo approaches slowly, never taking his eyes off your still form. All you do is smile and try to reach out for a hug, but he cringes away with a look of disgust.

Hank's heart breaks as you tuck your teary face against his neck. He doesn't know how to explain in a way you'd still understand, all he can is press a kiss to your forehead and shush your sniffles.

[nogutsnogloria]

summary: smurf leaves lena alone at a party. good thing you’re there.

andrew pope cody x reader (eventually)

warnings: animal kingdom spoilers, suggestive language, pope has a big fat crush, reader has a big fat crush, writer has absolutely no idea how old lena is.

you honestly have no idea why you came back here. craig was a teenage fling in your younger years before he got into everything he’s into now. he was the boy who pissed your parents off when you were being an edgy teen, you did manage to stay on good terms and when you ran into him at the beach this morning he told you to stop by at the house for a little party that was happening.

that is why you find yourself at a party hosted by his mother “it will be fun! just like old times”

except you have cleaned up your act since your teenaged years and this definitely wasn’t your crowd anymore.

currently out for summer break from your teaching job you are surrounded by many things that if you somehow were caught with them you would probably lose your teaching license.

you’re thinking about getting out of there as soon as possible when your eyes scan and you spot a very out of place little girl who can’t be older than 8 left alone at this party. you go into child preservation mode as soon as you see her. walking up to the picnic bench you crouch to her eye level.

“is it okay if i sit here?” she looks at you with some of the saddest eyes you have ever seen a child have and just nods at you so you take a seat on the picnic table right beside her. you tell her your name trying to convey that even though you are a stranger you are in no way a threat. “and what’s your name?” now deciding you’ll stick around so that you can give some shitty parent the business when they come back for this poor thing. she sits swinging her legs, her shoes scuffing the ground beneath her. “im lena”

you cant believe someone has left poor lena at a cody party of all places. so you see if there is something you can do to at least get her out of the cloud of weed smoke you are currently sitting in.

“are you hungry? i think there is usually ice cream at the parties here, should we go find it?” you turn to her because if it’s one thing you know about kids is that ice cream works 99 percent of the time. your math proves correct when her eyes light up and she nods excitedly. even the saddest children still love ice cream. you hold out your hand for your to take and she’s practically dragging you into the kitchen. you get her situated at the stool on the island and you open the freezer and dig around a bit. “ah-ha look at this, we found the jackpot” you pull out a container of vanilla and chocolate. she gives you a little timid smile and you just want to grab her and the ice cream and make a run for it.

“hmm i am going to have a scoop of both i think. what about you?” you say as you grab a couple of bowls down from the cupboard. lena nods like that’s a good plan before she’s pointing and saying. “grandma smurf keeps the sprinkles up in that cupboard, could we have those too?”

that about knocks the air out of your lungs when you register what she just said to you, but you keep your composure for her sake. “that sounds perfect”

ice cream with extra sprinkles seems to have gained her trust because after she’s all finished with hers and you’ve washed and dried both bowls lena is turning to you and going. “can i show you my toys in my room” and you are internally jumping for joy that you have somewhere away from the main party to take her. “i would love that, show me the way”

that is how you find yourself sitting in a crouched position at a little round plastic table in lena’s room acting out a tea party as she’s digging through her toy chest looking for something. she pulls out two princess tiaras and hands you one. you happily oblige her and let her lead the way on some play time. you are however a childcare provider first so as your sipping your pretend tea you have to ask. “so lena do you stay here, at grandma smurfs?” she’s busy getting the bears and dolls all situated. “sometimes i stay here. usually i stay at my house with uncle pope. my mommy and daddy are gone” your heart sinks at that. “is uncle pope at this party?” she looks up to you and shakes her head “no he had things to do so he left me with grandma smurf, and then she invited all of these people over, uncle pope said he would be back for me later though” that has you thinking to yourself well that’s good at least she won’t be sleeping here tonight.

you let lena show you all her toys and play any game she wants when the door to her room is suddenly opening. you look up with wide eyes to a man at the door staring down at you with what you think might be an amused expression, or maybe not but you think you saw the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. he’s very intimidating. “hey lena clean up your toys, it’s time to go” you realize how silly you must look as a grown woman in a princess tiara sitting having tea with a teddy bear. so you quickly stand up and whip off the crown.

you wave your hand at the mess. “i can clean up here it’s getting late” the man you are just assuming is lena’s uncle pope just nods with a thanks and is opening the door wider so that lena can get out. before she leaves she gives you a hug and says “thank you for playing with me, this has been the best party” and if that didn’t melt your heart. “thank you for letting me play i had the best time. have a goodnight lena” after that she’s leaving with a wave to you. you wave back and get to cleaning up her bedroom, once that is all finished you slide out of the house and head for your own home.

a couple of days later pope is at smurf’s house for a meeting with the family. once business is wrapped up he has question for his nephew and brothers. “does anyone know the girl who lena was with the other night?” the boys stare at him blankly telling him that they were not paying attention to what lena was up to while this party was happening. so he explains what you look like and your name that he got from lena hoping one of them has an idea. “oh she’s a friend of mine from high school, why are you asking?” craig realizes who pope is looking for.

“lena won’t stop talking about her. i was hoping i could get a hold of her and maybe get her to spend the day with her one of these days if she would be up to it.” craig is pulling out his phone to look for your number. “well i know you probably don’t want my recommendation, but for what it’s worth she grew up to be an elementary school teacher. out of good influences she’s probably up there on the list. if i remember correctly she may have also been a freak in the sheets too, not sure i had a lot of girlfriends in high school”. pope gives him an unimpressed look “dude” because he was already obsessively thinking about the beautiful girl with the adorable blush when she was caught with a plastic crown on, in the sundress with the yellow bikini strings showing off just enough to make his brain go blank. not to mention you were good with lena - that was also a new turn on for him apparently. and now he has just been given the tidbit that you were an apparent freak in the sheets - what was he even supposed to do with that information? “do you have her number or not?” craig sends your contact to his phone. pope thanks him and heads back to baz’s house where lena was with the neighbour for the hour he was gone.

he internally wrestles with himself and your contact information. should he call? should he text? should he just leave you alone all together? is that fair to lena? he thinks if he plays this right he could finally get her a good influence in her life.

he decides on a text that way you can just ignore it if you want to, there should be no pressure to answer. hey sorry to bother you i got your contact info from craig. this is lena’s uncle pope. she can’t stop talking about the fun she had with you the other day. i was hoping i could somehow convince you to spend a day with her? i think it would really make her summer.

he’s thankful that you don’t leave him to overthink the whole thing responding back fairly quickly. hi uncle pope. i would love to spend the day with lena if that is all good with you. i am free basically any day so whenever works for you. something about you calling him uncle pope has him fighting a rare grin from showing on his face. i have some work coming up in a couple of days in santa monica, is that okay? it would probably be a full day. again you don’t make him wait long. sounds like a plan to me just send me the address and time that works for me to come over.

it is the day of the job and you have shown up to a little house on the beach just like you’ve been told. you lightly knock on the door when you are greeted by uncle pope. it was a bit dark at the party so you didn’t get a good look at him last time, but standing at the door letting you in you see how handsome he is. broody stare that you always find attractive, auburn curls, and his arms… wow is all you have to say about those in his button down shirt. “come in, i thought lena would be awake by now but she’s still sleeping. she hasn’t been sleeping well so i just let her when she does” you give a little frown. the more you learn about lena the more you have a deep down desire to make sure nothing bad ever happens to her again. you follow him inside and look around. you don’t really think it’s uncle pope’s style - this place was decorated most likely by lena’s mom and dad but you spot clear clues that a child does live here. toys scattered in the living room, art hanging proudly on the fridge. it makes you smile. “i have to get going to work. is there anything you need before i go? you have my number and craig’s if anything comes up and i don’t answer. you nod at him. “yeah that should be good, nothing i need here. being this close to the beach i think i might take lena there for a bit today if that’s okay? pope nods back “she loves the beach, that would be great.”

he packs up all his things and gets ready to head out the door “have a good day at work uncle pope” you say to him. he turns back with an amused smile on his face. “you know you can just call me pope or even andrew, that’s my real name.” you give him a bit of a cheeky grin “well we never actually formally got introduced to one another so i was just going off the name i had been told” he smiles at how literal you are. “well i have to get going but you have a good day with lena also - i can’t thank you enough she’s so excited.” and with that he heads out for the day.

when lena wakes up you feed her some breakfast with what you can find and get her ready for the beach. you make sure to grab some toys, towels, water, sunscreen to reapply later and pack a quick lunch for you both to eat too. once your all ready to go you look down at lena ready to go with her bucket hat on and say “should we head to the beach?” she nods excitedly.

you honestly are having the best time with her when you think it’s been enough time in the direct sun you start to pack up with a promise of stopping by the ice cream truck on the way home.

once home you think it’s fine just to get her cleaned up and into pajamas - possibly a little early for her but you promise a movie and popcorn after she gets cleaned up and has some dinner that you made - just a simple stir fry from the ingredients you could find in the fridge.

just before you’re about to get the movie started lena turns to you “do you know how to paint nails? i haven’t had mine painted since mommy went away” ugh you were having such a good time without the dull ache of knowing how hard her life must be as smurf’s grandchild. “yes of course i can paint your nails where do you keep your polish?” she runs down the hall to grab some.

pope’s day has been so long at this job that he hasn’t had a chance to even glance at his phone. when he does he’s he sees he has some missed messages from you and panics a bit as he goes to open them but his mind is put at ease when he opens the message thread to find picture updates of your day together. lena in her bathing suit and hat next to a huge sandcastle smiling wider then he thinks he’s ever seen from her, lena all covered in sand eating a sandwich and strawberries, a candid of lena splashing around in a tide pool, another of her on the swings, one of her showing off sparkly purple finger nails, and his personal favorite a selfie of you with lena on your lap showing off your ice cream cones cheek to cheek with big grins on your faces, as if you were both in the middle of saying cheese. that’s the one he wants to make his new home screen but picks the one of lena and the sandcastle and makes the switch from his boring out of the package background.

hey sorry work took a bit longer than expected. looks like you have had a way better day than me. i should be home in a couple of hours, sorry for taking up so much of your day. he finds himself flipping through the photos you sent once more and he can’t help the smile growing on is face wondering if it was possible for a kids and adults to be soulmates. he thinks in this case it might be true. that’s when a banner notification pulls him from his thoughts. please don’t apologize at all. we had a great day. see you when you get here and drive careful! something about you telling him to drive carefully makes his stomach do little flips, because you really just are that caring that you can put that in passing like it is nothing at all to you.

pope enters the house quietly as he knows it’s late and he doesn’t want to disturb lena. he thinks she must have been able to fall asleep after the busy day she had. what he wasn’t expecting was the sight he got when he walked in the door. you have one arm on the arm rest of the couch holding your head up. your other hand has its fingers running soothing motions in lena’s hair as she sleeps with her head in your lap. the tv is off and you have tucked the blanket left on the couch around lena as she slept. “hey” he says in a low whisper as to not startle you or wake lena. “hi andrew” you say equally as quiet. “im sorry, i should have moved her into her room as soon as she started closing her eyes but i didn’t know she would fall asleep that fast”

“don’t worry about it” pope crouches down and goes to pick up lena. she immediately curls into him and rests her head on his shoulder as he brings her into her room. he gets her all tucked in, turns her night light on and slowly closes the door. he heads back into the living room and stops short watching you stand up to fold the blanket and put it back where it belongs. you turn to start to pick up the crayons left on the coffee table when he stops you “hey you don’t need to clean those i got it - it already looks better in here than when i left.” he says assessing the room, all the toys had been picked up and put away for once. you only had to pick up a few more crayons so you don’t listen to him. you put them in the case and neatly place them back on the counter where they belong. you turn to smile at him “if you’re hungry there is some dinner for you in the fridge” he nods “thanks.”

that’s when you go to start collecting your things and putting them into the bag that you brought. “well you had a long day i should get out of your hair, have a good night andrew” you look up at him with a smile. “hey hold on a second” pope is pulling out his wallet from his back pocket looking for some cash to give you. “oh you really don’t need to pay me i had a blast today. i am happy to spend time with lena any time you need.” he’s still holding the money out to you. “andrew i really appreciate it but im not a babysitter think of me as a friend, you don’t pay friends to hang out with you” he huffs a defeated sigh and sticks the money back in his wallet. “fine but next time i get to come along on you and lena’s big fun day” you giggle at that. “i would really like that actually” with that you grab your keys and feel a bit bold so you stand on your tiptoes and kiss andrew on the cheek as you head out the door. “have a good night andrew.” he stands there a bit stunned. “yeah you too. thanks again” he watches you get in your car safe and drive away before he closes the door and blows a breath out of his cheeks. maybe lena and him can share a soulmate? at least he hopes they can.

[yandere-daydreams]

can’t stop thinking about lil damian being bat-sis’ respite from the freaks, because they have only one rule and it is Don’t Let Damian See. BECAUSE HE IS A CHILD. and he hatesss when you try to hang around him like a seagull looking for scraps. he thinks you’re simpering and stupid and father finally perfected the art of making a kid (he’s the best offspring, duh) so why does Bruce need another whelp?

He starts to look at it like a science project: how long can you spend in Dick’s company before you start looking for an exit? what is the ratio of time spent outside with Jason to your general grouchiness when you return? would you choose to be his punching bag in training over having “girl time” with Steph? how long can Tim stare at you from across the library before you turn to Damian and read aloud to him? like he’s a baby. and then he begins to test that: how much will you pamper him if it means you don’t have to hang out with bruce’s fake kids? Will you pose so he can paint you? will you help him with his school projects? will you hold his hand while he crosses the street? he saw it in a movie once, when you had him curled up next to you as a buffer between you and Dick, surely it’s a real thing. And you indulge him because he’s starting to seem like a sweet kid - clearly he was putting up a front when you first met the little guy and he actually quite likes having an older sister. yeah he’s still a bit mean, but he shows you his paintings and puffs out his chest a little when you say they’re amazing. so, it’s not that bad. But then Dick starts to become a Freak over how motherly you’re being with his kind-of-brother, kind-of-son-that-one-time-when-their-dad-died. And Jason becomes a Freak over how sweet you are even after Damian breaks your finger when you catch his punch in training (Damian wraps it for you after, that’s basically an apology). And Tim is a freak over the fact that you let Damian rest his head on your lap after a long day at school. And it gets harder for the older bat boys to hide their thoughts about you.

And to your horror, you realize that now they have leverage. That during a big family dinner, with Dick’s hand on your thigh, and Jason’s hickey on your collar, and Tim’s fucking spend in your underwear - the only way to keep this away from the poor kid sitting across from you at the dinner table, is to bend a little to the numerous demands of you.

Sorry Dami, I can’t hang out this afternoon, I said I’d help Jason with his motorcycle repair. I know I promised I’d read with you. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.

(is this sad? it’s supposed to be sad. even in fanfiction Damian can’t stop being a tool of control for the people around him 😔)

fjkdlsjfkldjklsjfkl anon your mind is HOT. ngl i have been sitting on this ask for a while just because i feel like i have to re-read it every couple of days, but i simply cannot keep it to myself forever.

damian has such a,,, particular role in batfam stuff methinks. he's not really old enough to be aware of his brothers' less savory intentions or that he's being used, in someway or another, as a pawn, but he has to know that something isn't right. dick's been visiting the manor more often, now that you're staying here full time. jason is more possessive of you than his other siblings, despite your complete and total failure in all things combat or vigilante related. tim gets twice as agitated as he usually does when damian interrupts your time together, despite that time never being put towards anything productive. it's off. it's different. it's not bad, per-say, but it's not good, either.

and then there's the way you act around him - clingy, nurturing, pathetic. you're too eager to please, too desperate to be in his proximity, no matter how clear he makes it that he's not interested in entertaining his father's lesser spawn. you'll run any errand, no matter how trivial. you'll help him train, no matter how many times he breaks you. you'll do anything, so long as it means you're in the same room as him. if bruce hadn't made it clear that you're here to stay, then he might've tried leaving you in a cardboard box on some city corner. clearly, you don't mind when people treat you like an unwanted pet.

and then, you realize you are unwanted. and then, you leave.

you don't try to help him with his homework, anymore. you're always in jason's shop, always too dead-eyed and worn down by the time he lets you go to ask what he's covering in school. you don't compliment his paintings, anymore. tim's tainted your perception - always pulling you to the side, always showing you something on his phone that makes your lips purse and your face pale. you still take him on daytrips, sometimes, but dick's always with you, now, always holding your hand and steering you away from damian. it's annoying. it's disappointing - to think that you'd suddenly decide your time is better spent with them than with him.

he's thankful to be left alone. at least, that's what he tells himself when dick stops letting him into your bedroom, when tim explains that you weren't going to hang out with a kid forever. you haven't bothered him in weeks. you haven't done much of anything in weeks, and that's for the best.

his brothers wouldn't be so happy about it, if it wasn't for the best.

[pucksandpower]

My Brother’s Father

Charles Leclerc x Piastri!Reader

Summary: apparently you’re dating your brother’s father and Charles is dating his son’s sister … what a mess!

You toss another shirt into the open suitcase on the bed, humming to yourself as you go through the closet. Charles will be home from training any minute and you want to have your little prank all set up before he arrives.

The front door opens and closes, followed by the familiar sound of Charles’ keys hitting the bowl by the entrance. “Mon amour? You home?” He calls out.

“In here!” You respond, stifling a grin. You pick up the pace, grabbing handfuls of clothing and dropping them haphazardly into the suitcase.

He rushes down the hallway, ready to convince you to join him for a shower. But when he reaches the bedroom door, his heart sinks.

“What … what are you doing?” He asks, horrified.

You glance up, your face the picture of innocence. “Oh, hello darling! I was just packing a few things.”

“Packing? For what? Are you … are you leaving me?” The words crack in his throat.

You sigh theatrically, shaking your head. “I’m afraid I have to, Charles. I can’t be with you anymore.”

“What? Why?” He staggers forward, feeling like he’s been kicked in the gut. “Did I do something wrong? Whatever it is, I’m sorry! We can fix it!”

Shooting him a mischievous look, you bite your lip. “It’s because of Oscar.”

Charles freezes. “Your brother? What does he have to do with us?”

“Well, think about it ...” You abandon the suitcase, sauntering over and trailing a fingertip down his chest. “When you adopted him, that made you his father. Ergo … you’re my brother’s father now.”

Charles gapes at you, completely lost. “I … what? That’s not how it works! I was just joking on Twitter-”

“So you’re saying you don’t see Oscar as your son?” You arch an eyebrow accusingly.

“Well, no, I don’t actually-”

You shake your head, clucking your tongue. “Shameful, Charles. Denying your own child like that.”

“But he’s not really-”

“Poor Oscar,” you lament, throwing a hand against your forehead dramatically. “Rejected by his own father! No wonder he’s been texting me constantly, sobbing about what an awful dad you are.”

Charles scrambles to catch up. “Oscar has not been … we’re not actually related, Y/N!”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” You back away, hands on your hips. “But the fact is, I can’t date my own brother’s father. It’s just … wrong. Morally corrupt.”

“You’re being completely ridiculous!” Charles throws his hands up.

Whirling on him, you jab a finger into his chest. “So you’re calling your son a liar now too? How dare you!”

He opens his mouth, then closes it, at a total loss. You stare at him expectantly, arms folded.

Finally, Charles decides to change tactics. “Fine, okay, let’s say all that is true. For the sake of argument. That still doesn’t mean we have to break up!”

You blink at him innocently. “It doesn’t?”

“No!” He grabs your hands, holding them tightly. “Mon cœur, I love you. We can make this work.”

Pursing your lips, you pretend to consider it. “I don’t know … having a romantic relationship with my brother’s father? It just feels so sordid and taboo.”

Charles groans, rolling his eyes. “You’re making no sense. This is all hypothetical!”

“Is it, though?” You wiggle your fingers free, tapping your chin. “The heart wants what it wants, Charles. And mine wants to avoid a salacious love affair with Oscar’s own dad.”

Throwing up his hands again, Charles growls in frustration. “This is completely insane! We were together before I ever ‘adopted’ Oscar as a joke on Twitter!”

“Were we?” You ask loftily. “Sometimes the lines get so blurred, don’t they? It’s hard to keep track of what came first.”

Charles stares at you wildly for a long beat. Then, abruptly, he lunges forward — sweeping you up into his arms as you squeal in surprise. You flail dramatically as he hauls you over to the bed, tossing you down onto the rumpled sheets with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Charles Leclerc, what do you think you’re … eep!” Your faux outrage melts into peals of laughter as he attacks your sides with wiggling fingers, mercilessly tickling you. “Stop, stop! I give up, I give up!”

But he’s relentless, pinning you to the mattress as his fingers dance expertly over your most ticklish spots. You thrash and giggle helplessly, tears of mirth springing to your eyes.

“Say you’re not breaking up with me!” He demands, grinning wickedly. “Say it, or I’ll never stop!”

“Never!” You gasp out, breathless with laughter. “I’ll never, hahaha, surrender!”

Lunging up, he captures your lips in a heated kiss, stealing your breath away. You melt against him with a contented hum, tangling your fingers in his soft hair as his hands roam over your body possessively. The teasing banter falls away, replaced by the familiar sparks of want and need that always seem to simmer between you.

When you finally break apart, you’re both flushed and panting. Charles gazes down at you with dark, molten eyes. “Are you done being ridiculous now?”

You try for an imperious look, but can’t quite hide the smirk tugging at your lips. “Well … I suppose I could be persuaded to overlook that our family tree is quickly turning into a wreath.”

“You’re impossible,” he mutters, dipping his head to trail scorching kisses along the exposed column of your throat.

Throwing your head back with a breathy sigh, you concede, “Fine, fine. I’m not actually breaking up with you, you lunatic.”

“Thank god.” He raises his head, his expression turning serious as he cups your cheek tenderly. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, okay? I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N.”

You cover his hand with yours, turning to press a soft kiss against his palm. “I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to worry you so much. I was just having a bit of fun.”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t funny to me.” He tries to look stern, but you can see the fondness sparkling in his warm green eyes. “No more jokes about us splitting up. Or pretending I’m actually related to your brother. Deal?”

Tracing the beloved lines of his face, you murmur, “Deal. I promise to leave Oscar out of our sexy games from now on.”

Charles barks out a surprised laugh. “Our what now?”

You grin unrepentantly. “What? Like you’ve never fantasized about me calling you ‘daddy’ before?”

He flushes bright red, sputtering as you dissolve into giggles once more. Leaning down, he silences you with another heated kiss — and soon, all thoughts of Oscar and Twitter jokes are utterly forgotten.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC: I wanna be like most girls ghosts.

or Danny: What should I do to make my mom happy?

or ~Danny deserves a little teenage rebellion as a treat~

Maddie: I just want this damned Phantom to stop pretending to be a hero! All ghosts are pure evil, who is he trying to deceive? Danny: Oh, really? And Danny took it personally.

It’s not Danny’s fault that he’s a good kid and wants to make his parents happy. But why would he have to be a monster to make them happy? Why must they hate him to be happy?

Danny’s obsession was going crazy.

Well, when your own parents call you a monster in the face, it hurts. Why do they always believe that only their opinion is the absolute truth? They have no idea how much worse things would be if at least some of the ghosts really behaved the way Maddie and Jack think they’re supposed to. If he really is evil by nature, is there any point in fighting his own fate? They want to see him as a villain, he will become one. He will. He just needs a little help and practice. And not bring it to the level when Clockwork has to clean up his mess. Poor guy is without a vacation for how long? Couple of millennia?

Johnny 13: Sup. Danny: F*ck off, Johnny, I’m not in the mood. Busy thinking about world domination. Get out of here or I’ll call Kitty. Johnny 13: What’s wrong? You’re usually so grouchy only towards the end of the week. Danny: Nothing. Just parents. Again. They are wonderful but I can’t help but feel sometimes that they, em… Johnny 13: Suck? Danny: Right…Damn. I’m a terrible son. Maybe something is wrong with me. Johnny 13: What? No, no, dude. You’re just growing up. And you’re a little late, usually teenagers go through that stage before they graduate. Well, you’ve probably been busy with other issues, so just missed it. Danny: I wonder whose fault it is. Aren’t there ghosts who enjoyed to ruin my life in the middle of school day?

Johnny 13: Oh, bother. Anyway, you’re entering a beautiful time of emancipation, where you’re going to shape your own view of life and, along the way, to get drunk on cheap alcohol at parties, maybe to go to jail and to become the greatest disappointment to your family..And then you will be ashamed to remember it for about the next ten years. Danny: Well, it looks like I’ve already done two out of three additional things. Great success. Johnny 13: When did you get drunk? Danny: I didn’t. Johnny 13: Oh. Want to fix that? Danny: What? No. What an idiot wants to add a headache to his problems? Johnny 13: Well, your loss, then I’ll go terrorize the bars of Gotham alone and no one can stop me. Let’s see what your boyfriend will say about it. ~~~~~ Danny: Bartender, another shot of Dead Man’s Fingers, please. Red Hood: Babe, haven’t you had enough? Danny: Have you ever felt that no matter how hard you try, no matter how many sacrifices you make, in their eyes you’ll always be nothing more than a monster? Nothing more than a mistake? Oh, Death doesn’t give people like me a break. Red Hood: …I’ll have what he’s having. *gives the bartender a sign to switch the rum shots to a batburger milkshake for them, and starts talking to Danny so that he doesn’t understand Hood's scams*

~~~~~

Johnny 13: Other people’s kids are growing up so fast. It seems like yesterday he didn’t know how to shoot ectoblast, and now.. Kitty: Stop trying to make me feel bad, we’re leaving. Johnny 13: But the boy needs our support, honey boo!

~~~~~

Danny: I'm fine. Really, I am. This isn’t the first time mom’s called me a monster. She often called me that when she was upset with my behavior in my childhood. Huh, it's even funny. Jason: There’s nothing funny about that. Danny: No, you don’t understand. Looking back, I was really a very active child and didn’t know when to stop. Not surprisingly that I often annoyed my parents. They’re very busy people, and Jazz couldn’t always keep an eye on me. And I was often afraid to go to sleep alone because there were shadows in the darkness of my room. Well, I used to think they were. But I pretended everything was okay to not distract parents from work. Jason: Hey, it’s not your fault. You were a child. Obviously, kiddo requires a lot of attention, they must have understood that. You are the second child in the family, right? Danny: Well, Jazz was different. I don’t know. Anyway, I thought if the monsters behind the curtain and under the bed were just like me, well, according to my mom, you know, then they wouldn’t want to hurt me. And since they look after me, they are friends. So I kinda greeted all the suspicious noises and howls. Huh, I was a strange kid. Jason: If you smile at someone in the dark alley right now that someone is more likely to wet themselves or faint. Danny: Rude! I’m not that scary. Admit that I’m adorable. Do it right now. Jason: Stunning, darling. But still carry a gun and a knife, please. My childhood taught me that what's hiding in the dark is worth beating up. Danny: Come on, what should I be afraid of? Death? Anyway, I want to try this shit. Like, the inevitable one. Being a bad boy, you know? Hood *raises eyebrows*. Danny: Oh damn it man, I'm talking about ghostliness. I want to try to be like most of dead ones. I want to unleash my side of the trickster and the villain. But only a little bit. I have to be supervised so that things don't go too far. Would you help me, honey?

~~~~~2 hours later~~~~

~~~~~

Goons used to expect a lot of weirdness from working with the boss.

Sometimes Bruce Wayne would go into their base and yell at the Red Hood like he's one of his kids. Of course Wayne's well-known as 'Gotta adopt them all' but the guy must really suffer from insomnia to count the Red Hood into his brood of chicks several times. Sometimes the boss would fight Robin or Nightwing over differences in morals…or for biscuits. It varied from moment to moment. Sometimes the boss caught the local street children, fed them and taught them to steal correctly. And most of the foundlings stayed with them under their protection.

To make a long story short, Red Hood is not the typical crime lord that some of them had to deal with before. Which is a blessing. Thanks Lord for the health insurance. But still the crime lord. Which means he's still scary, and sometimes deadly.

Anyway, when the boss brought in a guy who looked more civilian than any civilian in the whole Gotham and said he was going to be their intern, they thought it was a joke at first. Despite the fact that Hood was not in the habit of joking while working.

The teenager was too well-mannered and sweet to come from Crime Alley. Phil thought the guy was gonna run when he saw the first murder, Jessica didn’t think the domestic boy wouldn’t chicken out at the sight of a fight. But arguing with a boss’s orders in their profession is like asking for a bullet in the head, so these conversations were taking place outside of their boss's sight. God, how can they teach him anything? What do you take from a boy who’s only good to do the coffee run? Fenton will fall if they’ll give him something heavier than 10 pounds. And then boss will yell at them because he treats the new guy like a princess on a pea. Well, at least that’s what they thought until the boss decided to give the new guy his own assignments:

~~~~~

Red Hood: So, what have you learned during your internship, my young Padawan? Danny: Well, it looks like I’m gonna suck at being a criminal mastermind. I think I may have to find myself some other profession. Red Hood: Come on, you just need a little more practice. Danny: Thank you but I don’t think that’s fit my obsession that good. Don't misunderstand me, I wanna be like most ghosts. But I was wrong to go to hit that goal only base on human stereotypes about my nature. Red Hood: What a pity. The newbies just learned not to flinch when you walk in. But, to be honest, I'm not gonna miss the adrenaline-boosting roller coaster of you at work. Danny: Oh, and I guess to hold on to the concept of humanity was really stupid too. I clearly no longer fit in and I’m finally ready to accept that. So, hopefully, if you get into trouble, you can rely on my ghostliness and call for help. I am the spirit of many talents and of my word. I can haunt your enemies or walk through the walls of Arkham Asylum. Whatever you need, I’ll be here. Red Hood: I’ll bear that in mind.

[kashverse]

Hello!

Im really interested in Choso’s and YN relationship in you Parents AU (that’s what I’m calling it at least). Poor man could use a break from the chaos that is babykuna.

I was wondering if you could write something YN helping him relax after a day of babysitting Sukuna kids. It looks like it’s a lot for him.

what the hell happened with the babies of the gojo and sukuna household? → read here !! what the hell are the cats listening to? → read here !!

choso does not get paid enough for this. in fact, he does not get paid at all. and while he loves his niece—his little princess, his munchkin—he is still just a man. and by that, he means that he has a limit.

today’s adventures in babysitting included two crying toddlers, an overdramatic maine coon mourning the chaos of his life, a tabby cat that looked ready to commit war crimes, and sukuna popping a tylenol like it was a tic tac. he does not know why babytoru and babykuna were beefing over a slide, he just knows that he was the one left carrying a screaming, sand-covered babytoru back to her father while babykuna sniffled against her own dad’s leg, refusing to apologize. and after all of that, after an entire day of unpaid labor, choso finally drags himself home—shoes scuffed, hoodie covered in child fingerprints, mentally and emotionally drained—and nearly drops to his knees in pure joy when he sees you sitting in his living room.

you, his beautiful, ethereal girlfriend, sitting cross-legged on his couch, home after weeks of being away on jobs, looking like a dream. he barely even has the strength to speak, just lets out a breath of relief, shuffling towards you like a war veteran returning home. “long day?” you murmur, cradling an espresso cup in one hand like the wise, all-knowing woman that you are, watching him with mild amusement as he melts onto the couch beside you, face buried in your lap.

“i don’t know how i survived,” he mumbles into the fabric of your sweatpants, clinging to your thighs like a lifeline. “they were fighting. over a slide. babykuna pushed babytoru, she landed face-first in the sand, ruined her ‘loo-wiss vuhee vu-ton’ dress, and then they both started crying.” you hum in understanding, carding your fingers through his hair while taking a slow sip of your espresso. “ah, yes. the pride of youth.”

he groans. “it wasn’t pride. it was war.”

“you are but a man,” you agree sagely.

“i am but a man.” he sighs, body going limp. “but at least i have you.”

choso nuzzles deeper into your lap as if hoping you’ll absorb all the pain from today. you, his beautiful, always-on-the-go girlfriend, who has been hopping between countries for photoshoots and runway shows for weeks now, are finally home, blessing him with your presence. and oh, how he needs it.

“you look nice,” he mumbles against your thigh, voice muffled but full of reverence. “haven’t seen you in sweats in forever. usually, you’re in those fancy dresses or some… couture thing.” you smirk, taking a slow sip of your espresso. “i do wear normal clothes, you know.”

“do you?” he deadpans, lifting his head just enough to meet your gaze. “last time you were here, you had a suitcase full of silk and cashmere.”

“a woman has needs.” you shrug.

“my need is you.” he grumbles, arms tightening around your waist. “in sweats. forever.”

you chuckle, setting your cup down to comb through his hair. “well, lucky you. i’m not leaving for another week.” his grip immediately tightens. “a week?”

“a whole week.”

he groans, melting against you like butter on toast. “best news i’ve heard all day.”

“better than the cats liking ‘creep’ by radiohead?”

“by far.”

you pat his head, the ultimate seal of approval. “now, do you want to keep complaining, or do you want me to kiss you until you forget the traumatic events of today?”

he doesn’t even hesitate. “kiss. immediately.”