#Basics of Legal Ops

[knovos]

Legal Ops

[daiourage]

Guys hear me out

MegOp family but their kids are Roddy and Megaempress

[rivilu]

What if i become incredibly self indulgent and add Titania and Oberon to my Tav's lore. They canonically exist in dnd apparently so what if.

[r0semultiverse]

what do you fap to usually?

Well, usually your parent(s) does it for me, but if they aren’t available, then I’ve downloaded some stuff off h-anime before and that’s quite nice. Rule 34, danbooru, and pixiv also has a fine selection. Tumblr moots are also rather good for such endeavors and so is a special friend of mine who I hold deep in my heart along with my partners. Reddit, bluesky, newgrounds, you name it are all options as well! I’m very visual oriented when it comes to this stuff! 😸💖💜

Just look at my bluesky, you’ll get a glimpse of what I’m into. 😂

[clioerato]

Reverse of this post.

AU Unrealistic 90s, sorry

Eddie is like: "Well, Steve is just a really loyal ally. Really… physically loyal. And caring. I guess that's just the level of friendship a popular dude has." And Steve is genuinely convinced that they've been together for a long time and that Eddie knows.

1986:

They start hanging out. Then they hang out every day. Then they live at Steve's for a week straight.

Steve: “You can leave your stuff here, you know. Closet’s half empty.” Eddie: “Damn, you really are the most considerate straight dude I know.” Steve: “…Huh?”

1986:

They regularly sleep in the same bed. Sometimes they hold hands. Sometimes they kiss. Sometimes they kiss for a long time. Sometimes for a very long time.

Eddie (after kissing): “This is crazy. I mean, I get it, experimenting and all…” Steve: “What?” Eddie: “Nothing. I’m cool. You’re cool. We’re cool.” Steve (искренне): “Yeah. We’re the best couple I know.” Eddie: “…Couple of what, though?” Steve: “What?”

1987:

Steve gives Eddie a silver ring on a leather cord. Eddie wears it, even in the shower.

Eddie: “This is, like, a friendship ring, right?” Steve: “That’s literally a promise ring.” Eddie: “…A promise of what?” Steve: “Of us, Eddie. What the hell else would I mean?” Eddie: “Right. Us. Bros. Tight.”

1987:

Eddie: “You take care of me like we’re married.” Steve (smiling): “We might someday.” Eddie: “We might… legally non-binding kind of way.” Steve: “Eddie. We file taxes together.” Eddie: “You’re just very organized!”

1988:

Robin: “How’s your boyfriend?” Eddie: “Boyfriend? Who?” Robin: “Steve. Your literal partner in life. Your domestic co-op. The man whose shampoo you steal.” Eddie: “Steve’s not my boyfriend. We’re just… you know… post-labels.” Robin: “Eddie. You live together, you kiss. He holds your hand. He told me you're his boyfriend.” Eddie: “…He what?”

1988: Eddie: “Steve. Real question. Are we… dating?” Steve: “You’re joking, right?” Eddie: “Sorry! I didn't mean to! Maybe I misunderstood. I… I'm sorry, did I ruin everything between us?” Steve: “Eddie. We have a dog. We hosted Thanksgiving. We kiss. We have sex. You made me a Mixtape titled ‘songs that remind me of us’.” Eddie: “I thought you just needed a roommate with benefits and deep emotional intimacy?” Steve: “That’s literally a relationship.” Eddie: “…Holy shit. We’re boyfriends?” Steve: “We’ve been boyfriends for years, Munson.” Eddie: “Huh. Go figure. Guess I’m dating King Steve.” Steve: “You’re lucky I love you.”

Now that Eddie’s caught up emotionally, he’s 110% in. Possibly too in.

Eddie: “So... should we elope? Vegas? Matching rings? I’m thinking silver, with little bats engraved—” Steve (choking on his cereal): “Wait. What? Now you want to get married?” Eddie: “Well, yeah! We’re already basically married, babe.” Steve: “Don’t ‘babe’ me while talking about bat rings and eloping.” Eddie (grinning): “Too late, husband.”

*** Eddie: “So I saw this house. Big porch. Weird attic. Ghost potential’s high, but I think we can make it work.” Steve: “...Are you asking if I want to buy a house with you?” Eddie: “Well, yeah. We live together. We share a car. We kiss. A lot. I have a drawer full of your socks. I think it’s time we haunt a place jointly.” Steve: “This is how you propose real estate to me?” Eddie: “You should be grateful. The realtor loved my ‘gothic charm.’” Steve: (sighs) “We’re gonna need a mortgage... and a sage bundle.” Eddie: “You love it.” Steve: “I do.”

Grocery store, middle of the cereal aisle:

Cashier: “You want to sign up for the store discount card?” Eddie: “Yeah—uh, do I have to put my husband’s name too, or just mine?” Steve (pauses, then stares): Cashier: “...Congratulations?” Steve: tearing up immediately, holding a box of Cheerios like it’s a wedding bouquet Eddie (realizing): “Wait, you’re crying??” Steve: “You said—you said husband! In public!” Eddie: “I also said ‘Cheerios,’ are we crying about those too?” Steve: “Shut up.” Eddie (gently): “I meant it.” Steve: “I know. That’s why I’m crying.”

Later that night, in their definitely haunted new house: Eddie (quietly, as they’re brushing their teeth): “You know I really do want to marry you, right?” Steve (mouth full of toothpaste): “Mhm.” Eddie: “Not just for grocery discounts.” Steve (spitting): “I love you.” Eddie: “I love you too, husband.”

[link-the-feral-anon]

Justice isn't about good or evil, imo

Justice isn't about "good" or 'evil." It's about what's Just. That's why she's blind.

In this case, the murder is just. This is because when the health insurance agencies deny claims and deny people health care and it eventually leads to death, it is not considered murder. When they deny claims and health care and it eventually leads to disability that could have been avoided or could have been less bad, it is not considered assault or criminal negligence. It is considered smart and/or good business when they do things such as that.

Listen well, tearueful, we do not live in a world where we can afford terms like "good" and "evil." CEO's like this one have made them too expensive. Sometimes all we can afford is a small bit of justice, and sometimes we must use the only language people like that understand. It's not like we have an irl Leverage group helping people.

The murder here was justified simply because what the CEO did would never be called serial murder, despite the multiple deaths.

well, they found him. and unfortunately, he’s a bit weird. posted a bunch of stuff on X. politically extremely hard to pin down. i just want to remind you all—standing united against megacorporations should not be, and does not need to be, a political position. we can disagree with the suspect on other issues and still believe he doesn’t deserve to be charged. let’s demonstrate that this issue transcends other political squabbles

say it with me, everyone: “I’m not interested in engaging with the Culture War. I’m interested in engaging in the Class War. We can argue about that other, petty stuff once multi-billion dollar companies aren’t allowed to kill people indiscriminately under the law anymore.”

[cheswirls]

have not touched this au since november but I keep going back to read it this week and these same four snippets always get me

[batsandbirdbrains]

Can you imagine the absolute psychotic break Dick would have if he found out Deathstroke was his biological dad? So anyway on that note

The one where Dick is actually Deathstroke’s son

Dick legitimately has no clue in this AU that he’s not actually the son of John and Mary Grayson. Let’s go ahead and make this one also right after the end of young justice season 2 where everyone is pissy bc nightwing was “secretive” and “too much like Batman” bc he did the absolute correct thing in not telling the whole goddamn team abt Kaldur’s deep cover op. I’m still mad they gave him shit for that if u can’t tell like im sorry u all got ur feelings hurt but dick and Kaldur’s plan literally saved the world like hello ur welcome. Anyway.

Dick is utterly Depressed and he’s isolating himself in a Blüdhaven safe house, basically falling apart at the seams bc he’s terrible at taking care of himself when he spirals like this. Everyone’s mad at him and he’s blaming himself. He’s throwing himself into the Nightwing shit and running himself ragged beating up baddies, but he’s also just exhausted and not eating right or sleeping well and he has a shitty job at dive bar or a strip club as a busboy. Should we age him down to 17? Let’s make him 17, for the added angst of not even being a legal adult but having to take care of himself and make a fake ID so he can even get a job. Not that his boss even really looked at it or legally employs him, but still. If he’s 18+ let’s make him a stripper/dancer for the extra tips and to add to the whole desperate for cash thing. Plus he’d prob get a lot of intel for his night job, actually. Idk idk

So also, instead of Artemis going undercover to help out with Kaldur, she refused. She and Wally had no interest in returning. So Dick had to maintain both his role as Nightwing and go undercover as Renegade, Deathstroke’s apprentice.

Slade was surprisingly on board for going along with Dick’s charade, because there’s no keeping secrets like that from Deathstroke of course he knew it was all a ruse. Dick just had to promise to actually follow orders while out as Renegade and to actually put effort in when Slade trained him. Dick couldn’t figure out why it was so easy to get Deathstroke to agree, he knew it would eventually come back to bite him in the ass, but he was desperate and running out of options so he took it.

So one night when Dick comes home after getting the shit kicked out of him by some run of the mill baddies, he finds Slade Wilson sitting on at his wobbly kitchen table, drinking coffee out of Dick’s favorite mug and looking like he’s judging the state of cleanliness (or lack thereof) of Dick’s apartment/safe house. Dick is too tired to even question it and just falls face first on the couch, pressing his face into the cushion until he sees stars.

A muffled “What do you want” brings a short laugh from Slade, and it just makes Dick feel even more exhausted.

Slade basically talks shit about the so called heroes who threw Dick away when they didn’t like the way his plan worked, Dick starts tuning him out because of course he’s going on a monologue when all Dick wants to do is go rot in bed for the next 18 hours. But then he says something in such a casual tone that it takes a moment for Dick to register what the words mean, and he snaps his head up so fast it feels like he snaps a muscle in his neck like a broken rubber band.

“Shut the fuck up,” he chokes out. “There’s no way I heard that right.”

“Denial’s not a good look on you,” Slade snorts.

Because Slade had just said moments ago that Dick is his long lost son, he ran a DNA test and everything.

“Long lost son,” Dick mocks, “that’s bullshit. What is this, a soap opera?”

“You were kidnapped when you were two years old,” Slade says, his voice calm but serious. Not wavering. “I’d been on a job. Your mother was called away by her father. You were left with a nanny we thought we could trust. That was a mistake. And I’ve regretted leaving that morning every day of my life since.”

Dick can’t stop staring at Slade. This has gotta be a joke. He’s so full of shit, there’s no way.

But Slade isn’t wavering at all. He’s not smirking. He’s not smiling. He’s just watching Dick so intensely, and Dick feels like he’s under a microscope.

He shows Dick the documents. The proof Slade even has a third son at all. Pictures that look an awful lot like the toddler he’s seen in pictures from the boxes of old stuff from his parents’ circus trailer. A toddler playing with Slade’s two older sons, Grant and Joey, who Dick may or may not have briefly met while Renegade.

And then he drops another bomb on him.

“Your mother is Talia al Ghul.”

Dick feels like his lungs just popped like a balloon.

He doesn’t know what happens, but next thing he knows, Slade is sitting next to him on the floor, counting out breaths and talking him down from what was probably the worst panic attack Dick has had in at least a solid week.

“I hate you and you’re full of shit,” Dick gasps, his chest aching. Definitely only because he’d been kicked in the ribs earlier by a thug, no other reason.

Slade just laughs. Not like an asshole smug laugh Dick is used to hearing from him, but like he’s actually genuinely amused by Dick and his antics.

It’s only a little bit of a mind fuck.

Slade convinced Dick to come with him, at the very least just so Dick can use the equipment Slade has to run the DNA test himself and confirm whether Slade is telling the truth or not. And maybe to have a meal that isn’t instant ramen or cereal or a rotisserie chicken.

And Dick hates how comfortable he is with Slade, because he slips right back into the role of Renegade like he never left. And Slade actually treats him like a son, like he’s proud of him, like Dick isn’t just a weapon or a pawn to be used. Slade isn’t throwing him away as soon as he’s gotten all he can get out of him.

And if Slade is maybe putting some biased thoughts about how the Justice League and their junior team treated him into his head, Dick steadfastly ignored that fact. Because it’s true, they treated him like shit. Like he was expendable. They needed his plan to save the world from the reach, and then tossed him out on his ass and called him manipulative for it without so much as a “Thank you, Nightwing, for coming up with a plan that saved us from the alien overlords.”

And then he meets Grant and Joey. As himself, as Dick, not as Renegade. And they’re his big brothers, and they’re so excited to see him, they missed him so much, he was so little last they saw him. And it’s such a stark contrast from how Tim was so mad at him last they spoke, because Tim thought he should’ve been in the loop about the deep cover op, but Tim is still a newbie who almost tore his eyebrows off taking his domino mask off wrong not even a month before the invasion ended, how the hell was Dick supposed to involve him in such a terrifying mission?

And if Dick is out as Renegade with Deathstroke one night and runs into members of his old team, runs into a confused Kaldur who doesn’t understand why Dick is still going out as Renegade, well then maybe they should’ve worried about what Dick was up to before Deathstroke sunk his claws into him.

Because now Dick isn’t sure if he even wants to go back to them.

[sophianightdreamer]

Things that happened in the Official Transformers RPG's lore.

So, I've got my hands on all three rulebooks of the official TF RPG. And also the G. I. Joe RPG, but that's irrelevant right now. My batch did not include the crossover rulebook, sadly.

Therefore, notes on the lore and other details in the "basic" canon, because TFWiki did not go into the details, that grew into this list of odd events mentioned.

First thing first, the general continuity is very close to Cyberverse or G1 Fanon, having the basic outline of G1 cartoon, but with details and chunks of backstory pulled from elsewhere - Optimus is a former archivist/data clerk, Bumblebee is a sportscar, et cetera.

To note, there's a somewhat short introductory "who-is-who" list and basic character sheets with profiles both.

Well, I've already got my whiplash, so it's your turn now.

There's something very funky going on with Devastator. Prowl's introduction blurb directly states that something Combiner Wars-esque/Prowlstator has happened, and reads as implying that Autobots hijacked Devastator. By all accounts, Scrapper is alive, making it a possible genuine canonical instance of Prowlastator with Scrapper alive, but the Constructions as whole are placed with the Decepticons. But, Tergamax mentions that among people that were at any moment replacement parts of Devastator there were five Autobots, Prowl included. What happened?

The "who is who" listing for Autobots includes declarations of jobs/roles/traits. Some of these are notable: 1) Ironhide is a chemist 2) Swerve is in Public Relations 3) Rung is Psy-Ops 4) Perceptor is specifically an engineer 5) Bumblebee is noted as "Hero of the People". Must be popular.

Speaking of roles, monochromatic SIC of the day is Jazz, who is also a strategist now.

All of the people in the introductory list are implied to be the Ark crew, and there are problems regarding space travel for Autobots right now. This means that Anode, Lug, those two kids from IDW2, Elita's team and Glyph are on the crew.

Rattrap is a Decepticon.

Optimus Prime has a thick Iaconian accent in Cybertronian. It turns "Teletraan" into "Teletron".

Character sheets include a list of languages that character speaks. Some of these past the standart English+Cybertronian are completely random. Optimus Prime speaks Dutch. Korean is surprisingly popular. In what could be a nice callback, Slingshot has Arabic. The only two people who know the language of newly-introduced alien species of Catharsians are Ratchet and Wildrider. But the crown is taken by First Aid, who has both ASL and Quileute. Yes, the basically extint language of a small tribe warring legally with Stephanie Meyer.

Speaking of languages, both Megatron and Shockwave are noted passable polyglots, and both lack the Universal Translator perk Soundwave, Blaster and Perceptor have. But while Megatron has vague but limited "languages from across Decepticon territory", Shockwave has "all common languages", implying he knows at least a bit of almost everything manually.

Tracks is a triple changer, apparently.

Decepticons' thing is mass-producing sparkless drone clones of their own members.

There's a general threat level system with lists included, where 0 is a random human civilian, 24 is Optimus and Megatron, and 25 is Omega Supreme and Scorponok. Chosen numbers for some characters are thought-provoking. Jazz is 14. Ratchet is 15. First Aid is 9. Wildrider is 6. Ironhide and Starscream are tied with 17. Lord Zarak by himself is 10.

Transformers The Movie sort-of happened, with no apparent notable casualties except for Megatron, who got Galvatroned, but there is a chance that Cyclonus, while a minion of Unicron, predates those events. He is also in an odd position of formally being a part of Decepticons and not the followers of Unicron, who are technically a separate faction.

Scorponok and Deathsaurus are member of Decepticon High Command/Conclave along with Shockwave and Soundwave. Nobody trusts Starscream, so he is not there, but he has the air force.

Mindwipe is, once again, a sorcerer.

Predacons, the combiner team, somehow adopted a sharkticon.

The evil plan du jour of, apparently, pre-Unicron era is converting Earth into the second Cybertron via several colony sites.

[megalony]

She Can't See

I've finally gotten around to writing another Buddie x reader imagine, I couldn't decide who to write this idea for in the beginning and it's been on my to-do list for a while so I finally changed it to Buddie.

I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Buddie Masterlist

Summary: A friendly visit to Hen and Karen's place with their kids ends in disaster when an accident injures their daughter and they have to take her to hospital.

Enjoy.

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Eddie leaned back until his hips were pressed into the counter behind him and his arms folded over his chest. He couldn't help but sneak a glance over his shoulder, looking out the unfamiliar window to catch a glimpse of the kids playing in the back garden.

They all looked like they were having fun.

He looked back ahead into the kitchen when he felt a tap on his arm and he noticed Hen was holding a cup out towards him, silently asking if he wanted a drink. When he nodded, she flicked the kettle on and began getting a few more cups out.

"No milk, right?"

"Yeah, gotta stay awake somehow." Eddie ran his hands up and down his face to try and wake himself up a little more. It didn't matter that it was the afternoon already, he still felt tired as if he had only just woken up five minutes ago.

"Wanna take them through?" Hen ticked her head towards the dining room and held two steaming cups of tea out towards Eddie. Their partners were in the other room.

(Y/n) and Karen were in the dining room, going over some paperwork. Hen and Karen were in the middle of trying to become foster parents, and (Y/n) was a legal aid. So it made sense that she could give them a hand with the forms and explain some of the legal jargon.

She was more than happy to help, and it meant that the kids could all have an afternoon play date together. For now, Eddie and Hen were just catching up, enjoying a bit of peace and quiet while (Y/n) and Karen went through the last of the paperwork together. And then there was Evan. Their other partner was out front, propped up on a ladder to try and fix the leaking guttering.

Evan was very handy, before he became a fireman he had a dozen odd jobs and for a while when he worked on a construction site, he had basically become a handy man. He knew how to fix plumbing, he was good with electrics and wiring and a leaky gutter was no match for him either.

Eddie took the cups from Hen and trailed into the dining room, moving so he was stood behind (Y/n)'s chair. He leaned over her and set the drinks down in front of each of them.

The hundreds of pages scattered across the large oak table couldn't concern him less and he let his eyes focus on his girlfriend instead. His arms looped loosely around her neck and he pressed a kiss to her cheek, grinning against her skin when she leaned her head back on his shoulder.

"Thanks, we're almost done here. We were thinking of the cinema after this?" (Y/n) pecked Eddie's lips and reached her hand up to cup the back of Eddie's neck. She dragged her fingertips up and down his neck, grazing along the short hairs and raking up into his longer locks at the top of his head.

It was still early into the afternoon and they had promised the kids they would go out somewhere and do something this afternoon, all of them together since they were all off today.

It had been a while since the kids had been round for a play date with Denny, and it had been far too long since Eddie, Evan and (Y/n) spent some time with Karen and Hen.

"Sounds good to me." Eddie dipped his finger beneath her chin, tilting her head back into him a little more so he could steal a deeper kiss from her lips. He sank his teeth down into her lip and squeezed her in his embrace before he finally pulled away.

He didn't want to be too distracting. He pecked her temple before he treated back into the kitchen where Hen was sat down at the table. The back door was open so they could still keep an eye on the kids and make sure they were all alright.

"Almost done, and I think we're off to the cinema."

Eddie slumped down into the chair opposite Hen, giving himself a clear view out the back door. He nursed his cup of black coffee between his hands and took a few sips, hoping it would perk him up a bit more. But his eyes focused on his youngest when he saw her trotting towards the kitchen.

"Papi…" Angel's eyes set on Eddie immediately and she stretched her arms out, rounding the table so she could reach up and take Eddie's arm. She confiscated his limb, holding it to her chest and simultaneously tugging to get his attention, almost pulling him off his chair.

"What's up, princess?"

He slouched back in his chair and spread his knees apart so Angel could worm in between them and clamber up onto his lap.

"They won't let me play, I wanna play." Her little eyes were already watering and she pointed towards the garden, as if Eddie had no idea where her brothers were.

Chris and the twins were playing with Denny, and Angel had been outside for the last five minutes with them, so Eddie assumed they were all playing together. Angel was the youngest out of them all, having only just turned four but that didn't mean she couldn't play their games.

A sigh tumbled past Eddie's lips and he leaned forward to peck her cheek before he nudged her back down to her feet. He took her hand and trudged towards the back door to see what all the boys were up to.

A fondness bubbled up in his eyes when he looked down and watched the way Angel cuddled into his leg and hid behind him. She knew Eddie was going to be stern with the boys and tell them to let her join in and she wanted to make sure they knew she wasn't in trouble. She clung to his hand and nudged into his leg a little more when Eddie stepped off the back step and looked at the four of them.

There was a large oak tree in the back garden and there was an old tyre attached to a branch with some rope. It was a good old tyre swing and Denny was sat with his legs looped through the tyre while Chris pushed him, and James and Jackson were doing loops around the tree.

Eddie had no idea what game they were playing, and he was glad they were all in the garden and not inside on a video game. But they couldn't exclude Angel. She wanted to play and it wasn't fair to make her play on her own just because she was littler than them.

"Boys!" His voice flooded the garden and had all three of his sons staring at him with wide eyes. "Let her play or get back inside, don't be cruel."

Both of them shared a look and a visible shiver crossed them at the stern look on their dad's face. They knew he was being serious. If they were going to push Angel out then they would have to come inside where he could keep an eye on them.

When they nodded, Eddie looked down at Angel and gave a small tug on her hand. "Go play. All of you be careful please."

"Thank you." She let go of his hand and trotted off, eager to see what game they were coming up with so she could join in.

Once Angel stood next to James and Eddie saw him explaining the rules of their new game, he turned and headed back inside. He would keep an eye and make sure they wouldn't exclude anyone, they had to play together and play fair.

"All good?" Hen murmured with a raised brow and her mug of steaming coffee held to her lips.

He nodded and let out a groan as he sank back into his seat at the table. He slouched down until his knees bumped the table and his spine clicked into place.

Eddie managed to drink half his coffee and joke around with Hen about one of their call outs at work before the sound of footsteps caught their attention. He tilted his head back to look behind him and a grin wormed onto his lips when (Y/n) and Karen walked through. He felt (Y/n) press a kiss to his temple and her hands squeezed his shoulders and when she walked round to try and sit next to him, Eddie reached out for her.

He pushed up so he was no longer slouched down and when his arms curved around (Y/n)'s waist, she arched a brow.

Her lips moulded together as she took the silent hint and sat down on his thigh. She leaned back into his chest and reached down to curve her hand around his.

"All sorted." (Y/n) leaned her head against Eddie's and shimmied in his arms to get comfy. (Y/n) was more than used to sitting on one of her boy's laps when they were back at home, especially if all the kids tried to pile together on the sofa with them to watch a movie. She could feel Eddie pecking her cheek, causing her nerves to tingle and her stomach to pool with adrenaline.

When she cast her eyes around the kitchen, she tilted her head back so her lips hovered over Eddie's ear. "Is Evan still outside?"

"I think so, I haven't heard a crash yet." Eddie tried to glance behind him towards the living room and he noted that the ladder was still visible in front of the window. And the bottom of Evan's boots were level with the top of the window. He was still hard at work out there.

A grin lit up Eddie's face when (Y/n) swatted her hand down on his wrist and tutted at him. Evan wouldn't be pleased if he heard that joke from his boyfriend. Evan might be clumsy from time to time, but he wasn't that bad.

"Let's have a look what's on at the cinema."

Karen got her phone from her pocket and slid her elbows onto the table as she started to look and see what they could all go and watch. It would have to be something that wasn't too boring for them, but something the kids would enjoy. Especially since Angel was only four which put a limit on what movies would suit all of them.

Tilting his head down a little, Eddie tucked his face into (Y/n)'s neck while his arms tightened around her sides and pinned her back against his chest. He pressed a few wet kisses against her neck, grinning into her skin when he felt her neck subtly tilt to the left to let him carry on his administrations.

And he could feel (Y/n)'s fingers aimlessly tapping and creating swirling motions against the back of his hand.

(Y/n) tried to focus on what Karen was saying as she went through the lists of films playing this afternoon, but she couldn't focus on anything but Eddie's teeth that were starting to graze against her skin.

Her foot began to tap against the floor, knocking her leg up and down against Eddie's thigh and she tilted her head back a little further on his shoulder so she could see out the back door. The kids were all being rather loud, which meant they were clearly having fun together.

Her lips curved into a grin as she watched James switch places with Denny so James was sat in the tyre swing. It was a little too big and engulfed his slender frame, but he seemed very happy kicking his legs while Denny focused on pulling the tyre back to sway him back and forth.

Chris and Jackson both had spades in their hands from the sand pit that Denny barely used anymore and (Y/n) wondered if they were pretending the spades were swords with the way they were slicing them through the air.

Both kids were trotting around near the tree while Denny began to move the tyre in a large circular motion, swinging round and round causing James to squeal happily.

It took her a moment to locate Angel. The youngest had been near the back fence but now she was trotting towards the boys with her hands cupped together. (Y/n) figured she was going to show Chris something she found, whether it be an insect, a butterfly or a rock, (Y/n) wasn't sure.

Angel took after Evan in the respect that she loved fascinating facts and learning new things. It was something she bonded with Chris over, they were both attached to Evan whenever they went out on a trip to a museum or an aquarium and they begged him to show them new facts and read their kids scientific books with them.

(Y/n) began to tap Eddie's hand in time with the tune playing very quietly on the tv in the living room that barely managed to reach them in the kitchen. She started to hum along with the music and a quiet noise left her lips when Eddie dug his chin into her shoulder, knowing it would tickle her.

He perched his chin on her shoulder and leaned into her back, worming his arm around her so he could reach out for his drink.

For a moment or two, (Y/n) could feel her mind drifting off into another place entirely while Hen and Karen argued about films. And Eddie chirped in every now and then with a definite no to movies he wouldn't manage to sit through.

But when she looked out into the garden once again, her body went rigid. All the air swelled up in her lungs that felt like they were going to pop. Her muscles tightened like they were starting to shrink and become taut and her shoulders rose up near her neck.

Her eyes watched, glued to the scene, unable to look anywhere else as Angel trotted towards the tree just as Denny gave the tyre another push.

It swung around in a large circle, gaining force and speed and in the blink of an eye, the tyre swung full pelt into Angel. She was about as tall as the tyre itself and it slammed into her upper chest and her face, knocking her back so forcefully that her feet left the floor and she fell back a good few feet.

She landed harshly on her back, cemented into the grass with a deafening scream that mingled with the similar sound (Y/n) let out when she watched the horror scene.

A pitiful cry left James's lips when he felt the collision and the tyre shuddered, shaking him from left to right after it barged into his sister. He clung to the rubber, snapping his eyes closed, body shaking as Denny grabbed it to pull the tyre to a stop.

"Jesus! Babe-" Eddie slammed his cup down on the table when (Y/n)'s elbow bashed into his chest and knocked his arm, forcing the rim of the cup into his teeth before he set it down.

He shook his hand out at his side, shaking off the droplets of coffee as a horrid throbbing pain tore through his upper lip.

His wild eyes looked up at his partner but she was already scrambling off his lap, something akin to a cry leaving her lips as she yanked on his hand. She almost snapped his wrist with her force and Eddie had no choice but to get up out of his seat, wondering what on Earth was going on.

All four of them heard a symphony of screams from each of their children and both Hen and Karen shot up to try and look out the window.

Eddie's wrist was still clenched in (Y/n)'s grip and he let her drag him out into the garden as goosebumps rose on his flesh at the sound of the kids petrified screams. His eyes roamed the garden, desperately trying to see what had happened but he couldn't make sense of it.

James was shaking as he climbed down from the tyre and coiled his arms to his chest, tears already drenching his face. Jackson backed up until he was stood side by side with his twin and he gripped James's arm to keep them both deadlocked together. Denny was stood beside them, a repetition of 'momma' leaving his lips, wailing for his mums while he pointed in the other direction.

And Chris was stood to one side, tears in his eyes, his face turning red and his jaw hanging open while he stared at his sister.

Once Eddie's eyes locked on his youngest, he could feel his lungs seizing up and his hands unknowingly clenched into fists. Angel was on the floor. She was sprawled out on her back as if she were sunbathing, but every part of her small frame was trembling.

One arm was slumped over her chest and the other was limp against the grass. Her eyes were screwed shut but her lips were parted wide as horrid howls left her chapped lips and made her throat dry.

"What happened?" Eddie's feet picked up speed and his boots scuffed through the grass to reach his little girl. When no one answered him, his raging eyes darted between all four boys. "What happened to her?! Somebody speak. Now."

The booming authority in Eddie's voice had all the boys shaking and James couldn't help but wail louder. They watched through bubbling tears as Eddie crashed down to his knees at Angel's side while (Y/n) scrambled to kneel down beside him.

"Evan!" (Y/n) scratched her hand over her chest as if she were clawing to try and reach her heart and she looked over her shoulder with a maddening expression dancing across her face. She distantly heard the front door slam and the sound of her other partner's footsteps crashing against the floor as he pelted through the house.

Evan heard the screams.

He was just about finished setting the gutter back in place when a round of raised voices and screams caught his attention. He heard his sons shrieking. He heard (Y/n) scream and the panic in Eddie's voice. But what got Evan's heart the most was the sound of Angel's petrified howl.

His chest rose and fell so deeply that Evan felt like his ribs were cracking and splintering with each breath. He pelted through the house and stumbled out the open back door, his eyes set on his family and the scene around the garden. He tripped over his feet, arms flailing at his sides until he was stood behind (Y/n), gasping for breath with his hands clamped down on her shoulders so he could look over her and see what was going on.

"It w-wasn't my fault! I- papi I didn't-" Horrible snagging breaths and hiccups broke apart James's voice while her hugged himself tighter and stared down at his parents. He sniffled and tried to take deep breaths but all he could do was cry while he felt his twin cuddling close, on the brink of tears too.

He didn't mean to.

He couldn't stop the tyre or move it or get off before it barrelled into Angel; the collision was inevitable. She ran towards the tree at just the wrong time and Denny pushed the tyre at the exact moment where Angel got close. And Chris and Jackson hadn't been close enough to stop the tyre or grab Angel and pull her out the way. It wasn't anyone's fault.

"The tyre, it- it swung and hit her." Denny wrapped his hands around Karen's arm when she hurried over to coil him into her chest.

Eddie nodded and glanced over at the boys, trying to simmer down his expression so they knew he wasn't blaming them or angry with them, he was worried.

His eyes darted back down to Angel and he had to steady his hands so they didn't tremble when he reached out for her. His hands very delicately cupped either side of her neck and kept her head straight and he carefully glided his thumbs across her cheekbones.

A sharp, piercing cry left Angel's lips and she managed to gain back some control and fling her right arm out. (Y/n) reached down and held her hand when it moved again and she tried to stop her from moving about too much.

"Okay, okay princess I'm just gonna take a look, stay still for me."

Eddie didn't like what he saw. The right side of Angel's head was starting to swell around her temple and brow. He could feel the heat rising to her skin and see the blood rushing beneath the surface. Shifting his hands round, he tried to feel round her eyes but he jerked back when Angel shrieked. That wasn't a good sign.

"Can you open your eyes for me?" Eddie tried to ignore (Y/n)'s petrified gaze burning holes into him and he felt one of Evan's hands move to grip his shoulder, clearly wanting to help but not quite sure what to do. It was hard to compart-mentalise and try to help Angel when all Eddie wanted to do was panic and let the paternal side of him take over the medic part.

Angel did her best, but all she could manage was to squint so little that her eyes were barely open at all.

She writhed from side to side, a mix of screams and horrible roaring cries leaving her lips that were starting to swell from exersion. Her heels scraped into the grass, leaving indents in the mud like she had been dragged kicking and screaming. And her body continued to writhe from side to side even when Eddie tried to shush her and stop her from moving too much.

When she writhed again and let out a belting scream, Evan moved around until he was knelt behind her head. He reached down and started to glide his hands up and down Angel's shoulders to try and coax her to stay still and calm down just a little.

"Daddy?" Her broken, hoarse voice made Evan wince and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes already.

"I'm here baby, just try and stay still, hm? Let papa take a look at you baby." Evan felt a great urge to lean down and kiss Angel's temple or her cheek, but he didn't dare. They didn't know what kind of injuries she had and he was too afraid of hurting her by accident to risk giving her a kiss. He settled for squeezing her arms and gliding his hands up and down to keep her still.

With a deep breath, Eddie hovered both hands over Angel's left eye and gently peeled her eyelid back so he could see her pupil. Her eyelids twitched beneath his touch and she wriggled, but Eddie could see her pupil constricting and her eye was moving from side to side. It looked okay.

He moved to do the same with her right eye and he carefully moved her eyelid, but he sucked in a deep breath, unable to hide the grimace from his lips.

"What, what is it?" (Y/n) leaned over to try and see what had caused her partner to bristle so much and Evan leaned over to get a peek too. But the sight had them both trembling in fear.

Angel's pupil was blown wide, almost taking over the expanse of her entire eye and her eye was aimed towards the side like she was trying to look at the inside of her skull. When Eddie hovered his finger over her eye and tried to get her to follow his movement, his teeth sank down into his lip.

She wasn't following the movement or acknowledging him at all.

She couldn't see.

Eddie retracted his hands from Angel and shuffled back so he was beside Hen instead who had been hovering close in case she was needed for a second medical opinion.

"Call an ambulance. She's got cranial pressure and it's pushing on her eye… she could have a bleed." The gritty, low tone in Eddie's voice made Hen shiver but she nodded and took a few steps away so she could make the call without the kids listening in.

He ran his hand along his face and down his chin, trying to compose himself but he couldn't quite manage it. There was pressure in Angel's head and she was starting to have swelling. That meant she could get too much pressure on her brain or have a cranial bleed and the implications and effects of that were limitless and frightening. They had to get her to hospital and get it under control and get the pressure off her eye.

Twisting around on his heels, Eddie turned to look over at Karen who was doing her best to console all four boys whilst hiding the worry from her face.

"Can you take the boys inside while we wait for an ambulance?"

Just the knowledge that this situation was bad enough to need an ambulance had all of them trembling. But Karen put on a brave face and managed the most tepid smile she could while she huddled the boys close around her.

"Sure, come on, let's go put the tv on, leave your mum and dads to help Angel." She ushered them away from Angel, not wanting them to crowd her or catch a glimpse and become frightened for her. But she couldn't stop James from veering over towards Eddie.

His hands instantly curled around Eddie's hand and pulled it against his chest while he looked up at his dad with matching brown eyes that looked like they were about to melt into puddles.

"Am- am I in trouble? I didn't- I-"

"Hey, hey it's alright, no one's getting into trouble, I promise." Leaning down, Eddie cupped the back of James's head and brought him close so he could kiss his temple. Eddie couldn't have the boys thinking they had done something wrong. If the swing had just hit Angel and they didn't push it intentionally towards her then they wouldn't be told off for it.

This was just an accident that none of them could help.

When Karen tried to tug on Jackson's hand, the other twin trudged towards the scene so he could go over to Evan who was still crouched behind Angel. The look in his eyes was worrying and Evan reached out to pull Jackson into his chest, making sure neither of them touched or leant on Angel in any way.

Jackson was the quietest out of their four kids. He interacted with his siblings but he wasn't one for making noise or chattering incessantly like Angel and he didn't babble to himself like James or strike up conversations with anyone like Chris.

"Daddy?"

"It's okay, you go inside buddy." Evan kissed Jackson's cheek and nudged him back towards Karen.

Standing around to watch wasn't going to do any of the boys any good. They needed to go out the way and calm down. He watched Karen guide the boys inside, occasionally looking back to the scene as if it would somehow change or as if she thought something else was going to happen.

Eddie dragged his hand up and down his chin and neck, scratching into the skin to try and calm himself down before he spun round. Hen had taken his place opposite (Y/n), her phone pinned between her ear and shoulder while she tried to answer the dispatch questions she was being asked.

The adrenaline shooting through Eddie's system was like a tidal wave and it had his limbs shaking at his sides. He wasn't used to the kids being in accidents, at least none that were damaging enough to need paramedics. It was usually the kids falling and scraping their knees or falling off climbing frames at the park. Never something like this.

But having it being Angel who was hurt made all three parents feel a sense of de-ja-vu.

Angel had been a premature baby, hence the name they gave her when they weren't sure if she was going to make it or not. Added with the fact that both men had always wanted a little girl to spoil and when she was finally born, she had been so tiny and frail and the odds had been against her. The first two months of her life had been spent in the hospital and after that, all three parents were constantly worrying about her. She was often sick, she had a weakened immune system, she had been using an inhaler since she was three and any chest infection she had led them to a doctor's office to get her checked over.

She had suffered enough already and she was still suffering with her weakened immune system and her chest. She didn't need any other injuries or problems to deal with. This wasn't fair.

When Eddie tapped her shoulder, Hen shuffled out the way so he could take his place opposite (Y/n) again.

Each cry Angel let out had both her dads shivering and coiling in on themselves. But when she flapped her hands around and tried to sit herself up, Evan quickly moved his hands up to her shoulders. He carefully nudged her down so she was laid on her back again which caused her to screech.

"No! Daddy- papi-"

"Baby, hey princess you need to stay still, we don't want you moving your head yet. It's okay, we're here with you, just try and stay still."

While (Y/n) clasped both Angel's hands together and began smoothing her thumbs over the back of her hands and Evan held her shoulders, Eddie shuffled closer. He moved his hands to cup Angel's neck and he held her head straight, making sure she didn't lift her head from the ground.

They couldn't have her moving too much, they had no idea whether she had a bleed and the swelling wouldn't be doing her head any good. Moving could dislodge or rupture something.

"Okay baby, okay." Eddie hushed and glided his thumbs across Angel's jaw when she began wailing.

He hated the way she kicked her heels against the grass and writhed from side to side, moving every inch of her body except for her neck and head. He continued to hush her while (Y/n) kissed the back of her hands.

Tears streaked down (Y/n)'s face as she leaned to the left and burrowed her face into Evan's shoulder. She didn't like this. She didn't like this at all, their daughter was in agony and all they could do was pin her down like they were trying to restrain her from something.

"They're here." Hen patted her hand on Evan's shoulder before she got to her feet and hurried to open the side gate. It would be easier to usher them straight into the garden rather than traipsing through the house. It would also mean the boys wouldn't have to see anything.

"It's okay honey, the paramedics are gonna take a look at you now." (Y/n) kissed the back of Angel's hand again and began gliding her hand up and down her daughter's arm to try and keep her calm. But it was hard when (Y/n) could barely contain her own panic, the mask of calmness she was trying to put on wasn't fooling anyone, not even her daughter.

Another wheezing scream left Angel's lips as she screwed both eyes shut and pulled her arms out of her mother's grasp. She didn't want to be pinned down, she wanted to sit up and be cradled by one of them properly. She wanted to be sat on their lap, snuggled into their arms and get kisses and be swayed from side to side.

Lying on the damp grass, being pinned down like she was a bad child made her heart seize up and made her want to keep screaming. Despite how her screams were rattling her head that felt like it was the size of a watermelon.

Evan crouched down a little more until his lips were hovering over Angel's ear and he tried brushing his thumbs over her shoulders.

"Shh, shh baby it's okay. Calm down baby, please, we're not going anywhere we're all gonna look after you."

He plucked up the will to kiss her left cheek, hoping the touch wouldn't cause her any discomfort and would in fact calm her down. But he turned to look over his shoulder when he watched Hen guide two paramedics through the back garden with a stretcher wheeled between them. She had clearly informed them what happened and that she and Eddie were medics.

They could take her and Eddie's comments at face value about cranial pressure and a possible bleed around her eye or in her skull. They didn't have to roll their eyes and think that they were two hypochondriacs who thought they knew everything; they were trained professionals.

"Okay, and who do we have here?" The paramedic's voice was calming and she had a soothing smile that made (Y/n) wonder if that was how both her men came across when they were out on calls.

She knew Evan's smile was to die for and Eddie's voice was soothing when he tried to take control and tell people that everything was going to be okay.

"Her name's Angel… her pupil's blown wide and she can't seem to move her eye. I don't think she can see."

The medic nodded and shuffled in between Eddie and Evan so she could try and look at Angel, but the little girl was having none of it. She screamed when an unfamiliar hand tried to press against her temple and pull her eyelid to flash a light over her eye.

Her temple was still swelling up and her right eye was facing the corner like she was trying to roll her eye to see the inside of her head. Her pupil could just about be seen but it was expanded very badly which wasn't a good sign. Eddie doubted the little girl could see out of that eye and he doubted if she knew that. She could see out of her left eye, but both eyes were continuously screwing shut because of the pain. She wasn't trying to focus on seeing anything, she was relying on her sense of touch and her hearing to work out the situation around her.

"There's a lot of cranial pressure. Sweetie, can I check your blood pressure?"

"No!" Her weak hands curled into fists and she flung them in front of her defensively until she hit the woman away from her.

"Angel…" The warning tone in Evan's voice wasn't as stern as usual, he couldn't bear to be stern with his baby girl when she was in agony and frightened like this.

(Y/n) looked between both her partners before she leaned down towards Angel. "What about papi? Can he check your blood pressure, hm?"

Angel huffed and began to whimper and her chest pushed up off the ground as she started to mewl and cry. But she didn't try and fight them when she felt Eddie leaning over her and he gently held her right arm so he could slide the cuff up her arm towards her shoulder.

She would let her parents help her, but not strangers. She wanted to go home. She wanted her parents to make the pain go away and make everything better; they always made everything better.

"It's 142/93 and rising, it's going through the roof." The way Eddie shook his head as he spoke told (Y/n) that this grim situation was only getting worse. If her blood pressure continued to rise Angel was really going to be at risk of further complications. They needed to get her to hospital on medication and sent for a scan so they knew what they were dealing with.

"Alright, if one of you could get a neck brace on her, we can get her transported."

The medic held out a small neck brace which Evan reached over to take. If any of them could get this on her, it would be him.

Eddie was the parent who always checked the kids over when they were ill, he was the one who said whether they needed to go to the doctor and who gave them medicine and he could be stern when he needed to be. Evan was the one the kids ran to if they thought they were in trouble and if they wanted comfort they shot straight to (Y/n).

Evan would be able to coax Angel to calm down and get the neck brace on. He crouched down over her and pecked her cheek, then her nose and he tilted her head back towards him as carefully as he could.

"This will help your head baby, it isn't tight and it's not gonna hurt you. Okay? Here we go."

Evan clipped the blue, white and yellow plastic around Angel's neck and slotted her chin carefully into the groove in the centre so it was properly in place. At least this would stop her from trying to lift her head or tilt her chin down. It would keep her neck tense and secure and therefore helped her head.

If she had any pressure or a bleed, her head needed to remain still so nothing ruptured.

The four year old gurgled and whimpered, flinging her arms at (Y/n) who stopped her from trying to remove the brace when Evan got it clipped into place.

Both medics took a step back when Eddie muttered "Let us," and motioned to Angel. She was only going to fight and struggle if they tried to get her on the gurney and move her whereas if her parents did it, she wouldn't fight as much. And he and Evan were trained for moving people, they knew what to do and how to move Angel without hurting her.

"Here we go princess," Eddie cooed as he and Evan carefully lifted her up and laid her on the gurney that was moved beside them.

Eddie took both her hands in his and leaned down to kiss the back of her hand while (Y/n) stood as close as she could and tried to brush Angel's hair away from her eyes to keep her calm. Once she was on the gurney, Evan twisted around and moved over to Hen.

It was clear what he was going to ask her without him needing to say a single word. Out of them all, Evan was the closest one to Hen, they were like siblings.

She knew he was going to ask about the boys. She could see it in Evan's eyes that he was willing to take the boys home with him. His heart wanted to go with Angel, but he couldn't drag his three boys down there to the hospital and panic them into waiting around for news on their sister. It wouldn't be fair. And Evan was willing to break his heart and take the boys home and wait in agony for any news on his daughter.

"Go. The boys can stay with us." Hen's words made Evan bite down on his lower lip to stop himself from bursting into tears.

"Are you sure?"

"Go." Her hand patted down on his shoulder and she let him reel her into a tight hug before he moved towards his partners.

Hen wouldn't have Evan panicking himself like that. All the boys were shook up, they needed some comfort and they were more than welcome to stay here with Denny and try to occupy themselves until they all had news about Angel's condition.

The bubbling cries leaving Angel's lips made all three parents quiver and wince and when she started to fidget and writhe from side to side, they all tried to move. Once she was in the back of the ambulance, Eddie reached down and took her hands. He pinned them together over her chest and held tight enough that she couldn't move or break out of his hold. And Evan held onto her tiny waist, keeping her still against the gurney so she didn't start fighting and do any damage to her head or eye.

"No papi!" Her shrill voice cut through Eddie's ears and he grimaced, holding her tighter when she tried to hit him despite her hands being deadlocked in his grip. "Home- mummy… oow."

Her screams made everyone shiver and grunt and when she started to bash her tiny heels down onto the gurney, the shock vibrated through to her head and made her shriek and sob all at once.

She wanted to go home. She wanted her parents to make her better. She wanted to be back in her dad's car, not whatever this was. She didn't like it.

"Angel, stop it."

"Come on, you've been such a good girl, just a little bit longer for me. You're gonna get some medicine soon."

Her wails overrided every other voice and noise around her until her shrieks and bubbling cries were the only thing anyone could hear or comprehend. Eddie moved her hands into one fist so he wasn't gripping her too tightly and he scratched his jaw as he looked across at Evan. Both of them were thinking the same thing and Evan hung his head to take a deep, calming breath before he looked at the paramedic.

"You need to sedate her or she's going to rupture something." If they didn't sedate her, she was going to keep panicking and screaming and acting out.

She was in agony, she was frightened and she didn't understand what was happening. Nothing they said was going to make the slightest bit of difference and they couldn't have her hurting herself any worse or causing any further problems.

She needed to be given pain relief and sedation so they could get her transported safely. Angel would only need sedation once they arrived at the hospital anyway because she wouldn't settle for an MRI or a CT scan. That would petrify her. Sedating her now was their safest option.

When the lady nodded and set about filling a needle with the right medication, Evan started to card his fingers through her hair while (Y/n) took his place keeping Angel's waist pushed down into the gurney.

"Here we go, princess. You're gonna go to sleep now and feel so much better. It's all okay now, it's okay."

Her shrieks paused and morphed into a whine when she felt a needle slipping into her arm. The shock stopped her from screaming and the pain wasn't as bad as the thundering headache and the ache behind her eye so Angel had no need to kick up even more of a fuss.

She began mewling like a kitten and her little lips started to part and her mouth hung open when the sedative quickly kicked into her system. She stopped writhing around and when Eddie laid her hands on her tummy, she didn't have the energy or the will power to move them and reach out for him again.

"Shh, there we go princess."

She focused on the feeling of Evan's fingers carding through her hair, (Y/n)'s hands on her waist and Eddie's hand resting softly on top of hers as she fell into a deep sleep.

Now they could look after her.

***

A deep breath rumbled past (Y/n)'s lips while she nuzzled her face closer into the crook of Evan's neck. She could feel Eddie's fingers tapping out a rhythm against her thigh and every now and then he would squeeze her thigh as if to let her know that he was still paying attention.

She could feel Eddie's leg jittering up and down beside hers and every few seconds his knee would bump into hers or jostle her leg. He couldn't sit still, neither of the boys could.

If it wasn't Eddie's leg vibrating up and down, it was Evan's hands twitching on his lap or entwining with (Y/n)'s to try and keep himself occupied. Evan had gone from staring at the ceiling to counting the tiles on the floor to then watching and scrutinising every person who passed them by.

Each time a doctor or a nurse came in their direction, Evan would tense up and get ready to bolt up from his chair. But none of them stopped; they had no news of Angel yet.

The longer they waited, the more panicked they all became. When they were told to wait here while Angel went for some scans and an assessment, Eddie had downed a cup of coffee and Evan had paced the floor until (Y/n) gently asked him to sit down. He had been making her dizzy.

(Y/n) closed her eyes and leaned a little more into Evan to see if it would stop him from vibrating and shaking like he was going into shock.

Eddie kept his fingers dancing across (Y/n)'s thigh and his head tilted to the left as he looked around. No one else was in this waiting room. They were sat in the waiting area for the MRI unit. Right next door was the CT scans and down the hall were X-rays, somewhere Angel hopefully didn't need to go.

Moving his free arm, Eddie pressed it down into his chest and moved his hand to his lips so he could bite down on his thumb.

He didn't like waiting. One of the reasons he liked being a medic in both the army and with the fire department was because he could move around. He could help people, he didn't have to sit and watch and feel helpless and useless. Eddie valued himself on his worth to others and right now, sitting here doing nothing, he was of no use to his daughter. That didn't sit well with him.

Just as his teeth sank down into his thumb and started to tear the first few layers of skin, he caught movement out the corner of his eye.

When he turned his head and noticed the doctor they had spoken to when they arrived, a wave of hope flooded through Eddie's chest. He felt his heart pick up speed and when the doctor was clearly aiming their way and not about to walk past them, Eddie clenched his hand around (Y/n)'s thigh causing her to jump beside him.

Both (Y/n) and Evan glanced to the left and (Y/n) sucked in a deep breath when Evan bolted upright beside her. He shot to his feet and since (Y/n)'s hand was tangled in his, he jolted her forward so she had no choice but to stand up with him.

Eddie pushed up to his feet as well and all three of them turned to face the doctor as he aimed their way with a smile that was calming and reassuring.

He twisted his head a little to look behind him when he felt (Y/n)'s hands curling around his arm. He felt her press her lips into the back of his arm and her body glue up against him while Evan stood right behind her with his hands on her shoulders.

"Is she okay?" There was a sense of urgency in Evan's voice that matched how both his partners were feeling.

They had waited in agony while Angel went for tests and the only consolation they had was that they hadn't had to watch her scream or cry out at being separated from them since she was sedated. If she had been awake she would have put up a fight.

Whenever they brought her to the doctor or down to hospital, Angel made sure at least one parent stayed with her. She wouldn't stay anywhere like this on her own, not for a second.

"I'm afraid the scan showed Angelica has a detached retina."

The doctor clasped his hands in front of him and stood up straight when he realised none of them were going to sit back down again. They were too anxious to be sat down jittering, they needed to stand and move around.

"What?" The notion of what the doctor had just said was making (Y/n)'s stomach churn. She hadn't heard of that before and it made it sound like her eye had popped out of its socket. At least (Y/n) knew that wasn't going to happen, that was just her panicked imagination running away without her.

"The force of the accident loosened the retina, its come away from the back of the eye. We're going to have to operate to join it again to prevent any permanent damage."

(Y/n) couldn't stop herself from gagging as she pressed her face into Eddie's arm as tears started to trickle down her face. She felt Evan gripping her shoulders tightly and he pressed his lips to the back of her head. The way he growled into her hair had shivers coursing up and down (Y/n)'s skin and made her quake.

And she could feel Eddie's back and arms tensing up like he was transforming into the Hulk. His breathing deepened and his upper lip curled into a snarl as those words settled in his mind.

Tears welled up in Evan's reddened eyes, but the rest of his features were soon turning the same dark crimson colour as his nose crinkled and he did his best to stop his hands from puncturing down into (Y/n)'s shoulders.

"She's four." He spat the words through gritted teeth as he fidgeted from foot to foot.

Angel was still a toddler. She was still the baby of the family in her parent's eyes. She was still that miniscule baby they had cradled and nursed for two months in the premature care unit. She was the little baby they were always taking to doctors appointments and the little girl they sat up all through the night with when she had chest infections and needed antibiotics.

She had never had an operation before. Despite all the times she had been to hospital for appointments and all the antibiotics she'd had and the inhalers she used. Angel had never needed an operation before. None of the kids had ever needed an operation for anything.

How were they going to explain this to her? How was she going to cope with this? How risky was this operation going to be for her and her age?

"Which is why we would put her under anaesthetic, this type of surgery is usually done while the person is awake. But with her age and today's trauma, I don't think that would be wise."

There was no way Angel would cope with such an operation if she had to be awake. Seeing needles and probes aiming straight for her eye would traumatise her for life and she would thrash and try to act out and get away. It would be too scary for a child to endure. Anaesthetic wasn't always necessary and for this kind of operation they preferred the patient to be awake, but that wasn't going to be an option with Angel.

How cruel was it going to be of her parents if she stayed sedated now and went straight for the operation? How horrid would they feel when Angel woke up and was told she had been in surgery while she had gone to sleep? She would feel like they had betrayed her.

But if she woke up and had to be sedated a second time, it was going to cause her mass panic and chaos. She would fight them on sedation if she knew why she needed it and what was going to happen.

"A-and she'll be okay, after you do this operation?" Evan carded one hand through his hair and started to tug on his long curls. "She's a preemie, s- she's already got asthma and respiratory problems."

It was clear that surgery was their only option, but Evan wanted to make sure that this was going to be the worst of it. That after the operation, Angel would be able to recover quickly and she wouldn't need any further surgery or medication or assessments and jabs to correct this detached retina.

But when Eddie turned to the side and moved both his hands to his hips, (Y/n) unlatched her hands from his arm. She knew that look on his face. She knew the way he was aiming his head down towards the floor was so he wouldn't have to face her and Evan or argue with them about something.

Her hands began to tremble as she looked from Eddie to Evan who moved his left hand to clamp down on (Y/n)'s hip while his other hand scratched at the back of his neck. He frowned as he stared over at Eddie who suddenly looked guilty for something.

"What? What's that look for?" Evan's voice was low and almost dangerous while (Y/n) reached forward and tried to hold onto Eddie's arm again to get him to talk. He knew something. He had guessed something worrying about this operation, they could see it in his eyes.

Glancing to his left, Eddie looked over at the doctor who seemed to realise that Eddie knew the after effects of this operation. He had heard about this and witnessed people going through this procedure. He knew what it meant.

"This operation is very simple and if we act fast, she should regain her sight within a few weeks… but it's the recovery that will be hard."

The doctor's words did nothing to calm them down. That didn't sound good. What kind of recovery would Angel need? What could be worse than having to have an operation where needles and gas would probe into her eye?

"Why?"

"A detached retina is serious at any age and it can lead to future complications, she will be more prone to this happening again from smaller traumas. To recover, I'm afraid your daughter will have to be on bed rest as much as possible."

"Bed rest, for a toddler? How are we supposed to do that? It's only her eye." (Y/n) began to fidget from foot to foot as her hands tangled together in front of her.

Did this doctor have children? Did he understand the concept that a child couldn't simply be told to sit or lie still all day and be expected to comply. If they told Angel she had to stay in bed all day every day for a week or more, at first she would laugh. She would think it was fun until she realised she wasn't allowed to get out of bed. She wouldn't be allowed to go out in the garden or go do drawing in the dining room or go out with her brothers to the park or to the cinema.

They would have to tie her down to the bed if they wanted her to comply with this. Children were wild, they were fuelled with energy and their attention spans needed to be occupied and contained.

"The eye needs time to heal and reattach fully. To help the retina heal we will have to inject gas into her eye, we don't want this gas moving about while her eye heals. I understand it will be increadibly hard, but to sae her sight we will need to try and keep her on bed rest."

The thought of gas being injected directly into Angel's eye made Evan want to gag. He clamped his teeth down on his tongue to stop himself from saying something or from coughing and he tried to take a deep breath but it was too hard. How would they do this? Angel barely laid still on the ambulance journey down here and that had been less than an hour.

A few days was going to become a nightmare and stretch on into a year for her and her parents.

"How long for?" Eddie dreaded to ask. He had a gut feeling that the answer would be a lot worse than any of them expected.

"Typically we instruct patients to lay in bed for the first week and sleep on their back, not to lie or move onto their side. She should only get up for the bathroom and to eat. Then the next week she could sit up and turn on her side, but she would need bed rest for up to three weeks, and an eye patch. After two weeks we can check that her sight is coming back and remove the gas from her eye."

"Jesus Christ. How- how do you expect us to do that when she's only four?"

Evan couldn't hide the terror from his voice as he looked away from the doctor and his partners so he didn't say or do something he shouldn't.

Telling Angel to lie still was like asking someone to heal a broken bone instantly. She couldn't do it. Telling her to sleep on her back, to not wriggle around or lay on her side or curl up with one of her parents was too much to ask of her. Angel wouldn't understand why and it would be too hard for her.

She would risk losing her sight because she couldn't comprehend and she wouldn't be able to stay still or lie on her back and practically not move for a week. And then to have another two weeks of limited movement and being confined to her bed was going to be Hell for all of them.

How were they supposed to do this? Did they tie Angel to the bed and hope for the best? Did they have to be stern and possibly threaten her to get her to comply?

Somehow, Eddie didn't think telling Angel the truth would help. He had a gut feeling that if they told Angel she had to do this or she would lose her sight, she would take that risk. She would move and she wouldn't care about losing her sight in one eye because of how bad these restraints were going to be on her.

Angel was a little child, and children didn't typically sit still. She was not going to lie in bed all day every day. She wouldn't refrain from fidgeting, she wouldn't sleep on her back and not move or lay on her side.

They would have to have Angel either in their bedroom or in their bed with them to try and stop her moving or even pin her to the bed to stop her from hurting herself and damaging her eye any further.

"That's going to be impossible." (Y/n) sobbed quietly and leaned back into Evan when she felt like her head was going to explode.

How could this be happening from a little accident?

If only Angel had been standing somewhere else in the garden. If only it hit her in the back rather than straight in her head like it did. If only the kids had been inside rather than playing with that tyre swing. It had been a game between children and none of them had done anything wrong.

There was nothing and no one for them to blame which made this situation ten times worse.

When the doctor murmured that he would go and get them the paperwork so the operation could go ahead, Eddie nodded. He watched him go before he turned on his heels to face both his partners and his eyes locked with Evan's.

"We're gonna have to talk to Bobby, I think we're gonna have to take medical leave."

When Maddie had called the station four years ago and told them that (Y/n)was in premature labour, no one hesitated. Chimney, Hen and Ravi had covered Eddie and Evan's shifts and Bobby told them immediately to go to the hospital. They had been given their two weeks parental leave and Bobby had sat down with them to work out a new rota and give them annual leave each week.

One parent stayed at the hospital with Angel, one stayed home to care for the boys and then either Evan or Eddie went to work. They rotated each week and switched around so they could all see each other and the kids and care for Angel. It had been so hard for the first few months, but it had to be done.

They were going to have to do that again. The boys were going to have to talk to Bobby and get some medical leave and use some of their annual leave- which thankfully was stacked up due to all the overtime they had worked recently. They needed to take leave so someone could be with Angel at all times, someone could either rest or sort the house and work and someone else could be with the boys.

They would have to rotate shifts between the three of them again like they had done when Angel had been a baby. This was going to be hard on all of them, especially all the kids. It was a good job that there were three of them in this relationship.

It was going to be a rough month ahead.

[effietrinket1619]

lanternfam tiktok chaos

Hal is the spiders georg of marriage.

He has given up trying to find out who he is and isn't married to. Married to Sinestro twenty-three times? Yeah, that sounds like them. Married to John and Guy? More the merrier. Married to a sun-eater? Why the hell not. Tomar-re, Kilowogg, Salaak? Whatever. Oliver Queen? Sounds like something he'd do. Both Barry and Iris together? Must've been pretty drunk, but okay. Carol? Seems legit. Diana? Uh, if you say so, Hal's pretty go-with-the-flow. Iolande? Okay, now we're going a bit far, but only because that doesn't sound like her, he's pretty sure she's only into women or woman-equivalents.

And some of these aren't, like, casual ceremonies either, right? Not just a party and cake and paperwork and we're done.

He's been psychically bound to more than one spouse, he's got wedding stones implanted in his skeleton, he's gotten bonding tattoos with his spouse's blood in the ink, gotten in ceremonial knife fights, fought Cthulhu with someone, had enthusiastic sex in front of a crowd, rings and stones and bracelets and necklaces, drunk wedding wines that may or may not have been poisonous and permanently altered his internal chemistry, gone through whole courting ceremonies that involved breaking bones and exchanging shoes. At least two of these were with Sinestro.

(In a slightly heavier tone, the only person he flat out won't believe he married is Bruce Wayne, paperwork be fucked. He Is Fucking Not going to let Bruce use this as an excuse to even see Keli, and everyone else is convinced Bruce forged the docs to give him an excuse to take custody somehow.)

(Back to comedy, does Hal marry/date Lex Luthor just to get better lawyers to get the divorce sorted, primarily because asking Ollie would be weird for everyone else involved? Yup. He is exactly that petty, and he managed a very convincing argument that it would tick off Superman. Kon calls him Mom even after they separate and it's only mostly a joke.)

(John is in PAIN.) (Kyle won't let Hal go anywhere unsupervised anymore.)

op how does it feel to be funnier than i ever will?

no fr hal using marriage as a fucking currency is genuinely the most hysterical thing ever of course this man would make literally everything harder by tying himself to basically anything with a heartbeat/equivalent of that. like?? married to half the leaguers, has married people on most diplomatic missions he's gone on (and half of those were probably for shits and giggles lets be so real) and he's still collecting marriages nonetheless.

also like?? i've thought about the whole keli situation because i don't think the lanterns legally have custody of her but, tbh, i'd love to watch bruce try anything to get at her personally. considering that keli can just go off-world if things get sticky it should be fine but legality is a tricky bastard.

but no yeah, him marrying/dating lex luthor feels entirely real if only to get access to a bunch of money and lawyers. do we think he then uses those lawyers to divorce the fuck out of luthor and then leave him with nothing? food for thought.

every time hal mentions a previously unknown spouse of his, kyle gets 5% closer to cardiac arrest.

[heedular]

Thank you for putting it into words

It's important to remember too that legally being in the dominant position comes with lots of legal risks because even if theyre consenting the whole time and afterwords well

The courts won't care beyond throwing the book at you for assaulting them, doesnt even sexually, just something as normalized as a slap can be prosecuted and the closer to edge play you get the harsher the repercussions

And in if the dom in question is a minority then you've got everyone going open season on them cause they're "one of the bad ones"

Where are all these so called "predatory lesbians" why are they hiding on us? In waiting for the day these big buff women show their faces, run up to me in the street and pick me up off the ground and run away carrying me under their arm saying "you're coming with me, boymoder" while I yell "NOOOOOOOO" while I cum a little in my pants

[hobipobi]

The Echo of Steel and Ash

Stanley Snyder x Male Reader

Summary: A soldier and his former trainee reunite after years apart, reigniting a deep, unresolved bond forged in war.

Very short one-shot.

Inspired by a bot on Character.ai lol (pls don't kill me)

Warnings: short, 3 year age gap, slightly spicy by the end but nothing too much.

Words: 941

War doesn’t end with treaties.

It doesn’t fold neatly into history books or dissolve under flags and fireworks.

War lingers — in the silence of early mornings, in the shape of a man’s gait, in the sharp way some people look over their shoulders like they expect a bullet.

It lives in muscle memory, in nightmares, in the things left unsaid.

Stanley Snyder was not a man born of peace. He was sculpted in the crucible of blood-soaked snow and whisper-quiet kills. If war had a face, it might’ve looked like his — sharp-jawed, cold-eyed, eternally alert. There was nothing accidental about Snyder; every movement was deliberate, every word measured. To those under his command, he was myth and menace, the kind of soldier you didn’t look at too long for fear he might see something in you — and carve it out.

He wasn’t decorated for gallantry. His medals were awarded in sealed ceremonies, his reports redacted until they were more black than ink.

Cold War operations.

Black sites.

Asset removals.

Things that disappeared in smoke and gunpowder.

By twenty-one, he wasn’t just respected — he was feared. The kind of operative whispered about in tents at night by men too shaken to sleep.

And then came the boy.

Eighteen.

Civilian file barely dry, barely legal to hold a rifle.

But the fire in him — it burned. Not the reckless kind found in young men trying to prove themselves. This was something older, darker. M!Y/n didn’t walk into basic training; he stormed into it like he had something to prove to God. He didn’t smile, didn’t flinch. Everything about him said he had already survived something worse.

Snyder saw him and didn’t blink.

Didn’t have to.

He knew the look of a haunted soul trying to crawl its way out of the dirt. M!Y/n was a blade, dull but unbroken, waiting to be tempered in fire.

So Snyder did what he did best.

He broke him.

Ice drills at dawn. Forced marches. Hours in gas masks. Night simulations with live rounds. Psychological drills that made older soldiers tremble. He stripped the boy bare — of ego, of fear, of illusion — and what remained was something clean.

Something lethal.

But beneath the soldier, there was still a boy. A boy who looked at Snyder like he was both salvation and damnation. A boy who stayed after drills, lingered too long in doorways, whose hands sometimes brushed Snyder’s under the excuse of gear adjustments.

And Snyder, who had always known where the line was — and when to cross it — didn’t cross. At least, not at first.

It happened on a night soaked with rain, adrenaline still humming in their bones after a successful field op.

Alone in the barracks, hearts still pounding, Snyder looked at M!Y/n and saw something he couldn’t unsee. Saw the way the water traced his collarbone. The way those eyes begged for something that had nothing to do with orders.

He closed the distance. No words. Just heat. Contact. The kiss wasn’t gentle — it was desperate, urgent, inevitable.

And it didn’t stop.

In the days that followed, their bond grew sharper. A secret pact forged in quiet touches, in lingering glances exchanged over rifles and rations.

Snyder gave the boy his discipline, his silence, his trust.

M!Y/n gave him his youth, his loyalty, his whole damn heart.

But war has no mercy. It takes and takes until there’s nothing left. And Snyder knew — love was just another weakness to be used.

So he let him go.

No warning. No goodbye. Just an assignment reassignment slip and an order to move on.

“Live beyond this,” Snyder had said. And that was the last thing he said.

---

Four years and a hundred lives later, Lieutenant M!Y/n strode into a secured briefing room with medals gleaming on his chest and ghosts in his shadow. His uniform was sharp, posture rigid, but the fire in his eyes — that hadn’t dimmed.

The room was cluttered with intel — topographic maps, intercepted communiqués, satellite photos. High-level brass murmured, voices clipped and professional. The smell of coffee, sweat, and cold steel hung in the air.

And then, at the head of the table — he saw him.

Stanley Snyder.

Unchanged. And yet, older. Weathered. The same sharp cheekbones, but his hair was longer now — swept back, no-nonsense. Uniform immaculate. Command rolled off him like heat.

Their eyes met.

For just a second, everything else fell away.

“Coping?” Snyder asked, voice a blade wrapped in velvet.

M!Y/n gave a crooked smile. “Barely. But I see you managed not to die without me.”

A flicker. That was all Snyder gave. A blink, a twitch of a smile that never reached his eyes.

They spent the next forty-five minutes discussing insurgent movements, asset extractions, and encrypted locations — but none of it mattered. Not really. M!Y/n could barely register the words. All he heard was the unspoken — the echo of rain on metal, the rhythm of Snyder’s breath in the dark.

When the room emptied, Snyder didn’t move. Just tilted his head slightly.

“Stay.”

It wasn’t an order. It wasn’t a question.

It was a plea.

M!Y/n stayed.

The room seemed to shrink in the silence that followed. Years of absence pulsed in the air between them, thick and electric. Snyder stepped closer.

“Come here,” he said — soft, guttural.

And M!Y/n did.

No salutes. No rank. Just two men caught in a war they’d never stopped fighting. Snyder reached out, slow — thumb brushing the edge of M!Y/n’s lip like he was checking to see if the boy still tasted like rain.

“You came back stronger,” he said.

M!Y/n’s voice trembled. “I came back for you.”

Snyder didn’t kiss him. Not yet.

He breathed him in like a memory, like an ache he’d never healed from.

Then — their mouths met. A rush. A collision. Years of silence broken by the sound of breath and hunger.

It wasn’t gentle. It was possession.

“You’re mine,” Snyder rasped, gripping the back of his neck.

“I always was,” M!Y/n whispered, teeth grazing his jaw.

They left the room like shadows — silent, seamless. No one dared to question them. The halls blurred. Snyder’s hand gripped his arm like a tether.

They reached quarters. The door slammed shut behind them.

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The room was stark. Government-issue cot. Steel locker. Faint light flickering from the overhead bulb. But none of it mattered.

Because M!Y/n was pinned to the wall, Snyder’s breath hot on his throat.

This wasn’t lust. It was reclamation.

Clothes came off in frantic motions — belt clinking, fabric tearing, boots thudding to the floor.

Snyder was all sinew and scars, lean muscle forged through discipline. M!Y/n’s fingers traced every old wound, every brutal memory etched into flesh.

“You never stopped being mine,” Snyder whispered into his skin.

“I never wanted to.”

The cot groaned beneath them. Their bodies met with urgency, heat building like a battlefield flare. Every gasp, every moan, every whispered name — it filled the room like a hymn.

And afterward — when they were nothing but sweat and breath and tremors — Snyder pulled him in, arm wrapped across his chest like a shield.

The silence stretched. Comfortable now. Heavy with meaning.

“I never looked away,” Snyder said, voice hoarse. “Even when I swore I would. I followed every op. Every mission. I knew when you were wounded. When you got promoted. When you were sent behind enemy lines.”

M!Y/n kissed his temple, lips soft and sure. “I knew. I felt you in every goddamn heartbeat.”

Snyder laughed then. Not joy — release. The sound of a dam breaking.

They didn’t sleep. Not really. But they held each other as the night stretched on. Two men carved by war, bonded by something stronger than rank or duty.

No more ghosts. No more orders. Just this.

A chance to breathe. To rebuild.

To begin again.

2025 © hobipobi — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome.

[azalawa-scroggs]

About Eddie Fender and why he was a dick to Miles

I first started this post in response to something, but it got so long I decided against inflicting it on OP. This is very long and very meandering and the form is kinda weird, as a warning. It's also kinda spoilery for Ace Attorney Investigations 2.

When we first start playing AAI2 and are introduced to "Ace Attorney Eddie Fender," it's true he doesn't come across as very likeable. The first thing he says to Miles is basically "Oh, look! Here comes Manfred von Karma," and the game happens three years after the truth about DL-6 came out. That's incredibly low, very petty, cruel even. He does start off as a dick to Miles, unfair on him until he gradually realises he isn't as bad as he thought, and as he starts warming up to Miles we start warming up to him.

But also... I kind of get it.

Like... Imagine you're 19 years old. Your boss just died in a sudden and shocking murder. You inherit the law firm even though you haven't even passed the bar yet. You're grieving as you keep working hard to become an attorney, now without the guidance you used to have. Maybe you even blame yourself a little - after all, you worked on that case too, you were likely there for the trial, you left both Edgeworths to take that elevator by themselves. Had things played out differently you would have been there, too.

Did you think of your boss's son, in the middle of this whirlwind? Probably a little, but you're a 19 year-old law student. You're nowhere near a suitable place in your life to even think about fostering a kid. Besides, Gregory Edgeworth was your boss. Someone you greatly admired and whose death you will never stop mourning, but still just your boss.

(It's unclear how well Eddie knew Miles. Enough for Miles to recognise him instantly, but certainly not as close as Miles and Phoenix were.)

You take it on yourself to continue the work he left behind, to help the clients Gregory can no longer help. For ten years you try your best to uphold the reputation and the values of his firm and name, and every day you witness a little more how corrupt the system really is.

Then, one day, you start hearing about this young new prosecuting upstart. Passed the bar at 20 and already has the legal world in his pocket. Rumours of forged evidence, backstreet deals, manipulated witnesses. Not only is that just like the whole lot of them, the tactics you became so familiar with over the years - no, it sounds painfully, specifically familiar to that one long, drawn-out case, the last one you worked with Gregory. It turns out the young prodigy is the student and protégé of Mr. Perfection himself, the man who never lost a case in thirty-five years, even though he should have lost against you ten years ago if the world was even a little fair. You would hate the boy for that alone, but on top of that he's also the son of the mentor you lost, the son of the man you both used to admire so very much.

And that hurts. That none of Gregory's legacy lived on in his son. That this sweet, kind boy, who Gregory always used to worry about not making any friends, became a parody of all they used to despise.

Perhaps you even get to see him. You catch a glance of him in the courthouse corridor as he passes you by without so much as a nod to acknowledge you, or you stumble upon a picture in the same paper that struck Phoenix Wright so deeply. You see that damn suit. That damn smirk. That damn waggly finger. His features may have something of Gregory but everything in him screams von Karma. He's spent a decade trying to shape himself into him, and it shows.

Prosecutors are a privileged bunch, and the Edgeworth kid grew up into a downright brat. Entitled. Rude. Arrogant. Obsessed with his fucking perfect record. You hear he goes around cutting the salaries of detectives that make a tenth of what he does and insulting the opposing counsel in court. He became the worst of them all, taught by the worst of them all, he is everything Gregory fought against and everything you hate.

Why would you want to associate with that? Why would you ever think he is not perfectly fine where he is, with his cushy office and his cushy sports car and his doubtlessly cushy pay?

A couple years later you hear he's been arrested for murder. Maybe you follow the trial, maybe you only see the headlines after everything, after DL-6 is finally solved. Honestly, that's when you start having a reason to reach out. When, had you been less embittered and jaded by the thanklessness of your job, you might have wondered what it was like for him to grow up in the shadow of his father's murderer. You might have been stricken with compassion and horror at the thought of fifteen years spent in crushing guilt, believing he killed the father he used to love so much. You might have empathised, despite your contempt for von Karma, with how his ward might feel to be so cruelly betrayed, thrice over, by the man who raised him since he was nine, who taught him everything before throwing him away like a piece of used junk.

But you still think of how he was like a son to von Karma, of how he got to spend fifteen years in wealth, following a shiny, easy, corrupt new path while you grieved and desperately tried to keep the pieces of your shared dream together. You think of how uneasy Gregory seemed with the idea of von Karma as a teacher, you think of how eager Miles seemed to follow in his footsteps and how much Gregory would have hated it. You think of the many defendants this boy callously condemned with barely a thought, just like his mentor. Of how he may not have his father's blood on his hands, but with the way he acts you'd think he had his murderer's in his veins. And you really, really don't want to deal with any of that.

You think, somewhat unfairly, that maybe Miles ought to have seen it coming. It's not like it's much of a secret that Manfred von Karma is a piece of shit, and good riddance to him.

Three years later, you actually have to interact with him again. It's been 18 years since you last saw him in his father's shadow, looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky, back when everything was so simple for the three of you. It's been 3 years since the truth about his oh-so-esteemed mentor was uncovered. He still wears the cravat. His brow is still furrowed, his eyes are still piercing.

But slowly, begrudgingly, you talk to him. You start realising he actually has some honour to him. That he's not really the Demon Prosecutor the papers made him out to be, that maybe you misjudged him a little bit, in you grief-stricken, angry bitterness. That maybe he can be trusted, after all, with his father's legacy.

Why would you think he ever needed saving?

[milessunflowers]

college!george during exam season?

confession time: george is my biggest hear me out bc no one seems to love my pretty princess 😔 my sister says he looks like an american girl doll 😭

collegestudent!george russell x collegestudent!male!reader

synopsis: exams are tough, but when you have good company it makes it better (even if you get in only an hour or studying)

author's note: george russell, the man you are 😩 if yall couldn't tell i am in love with this man (and lowkey carmen too like-) i also kind of based it off my studying for exams for law so 😅 very sorry i really don't know how to write other majors. also it is suggestive a tiny bit bc i couldn't resist it with george

i feel like he would be an economics major

or, maybe, a law major (am i protecting? absolutely)

he is so dead set on being the best that he's studying himself silly

you find him asleep at his computer one day and since you guys have the same major (guys im sorry i only know law 😔) you decide to help him out

not just because you're his boyfriend but because you don't want him to burnout

so, when he wakes up, you've made some snacks up and force him to watch legally blonde before you guys start studying again

exams are tough, but you also know it's good to take breaks

so like every half hour or so, you make sure you and george are taking a good ten minute break before going over the legal terms and sentencing definitions again

funny thing is though, is that george is studying to become prosecution and you're studying to become the defense

opposites attract after all

anyways, you eat snacks, laugh, and study, making it easier on you and him

turns out it works because you guys pass the exams with b's and higher (george being the higher)

so you do the same ritual the for the next exam

boom, more good grades

study dates work so well for both of you because you're not alone, you have someone to ask questions you might know, and you hold each other accountable

and even if there isn't a lot of studying, you guys have a blast

basically, study dates are you're favorite dates

but george is always super duper stressed during exams

so a lot of the time you have to make sure he isn't studying

meaning you distract him with kisses and lowkey giving him a bj

hes not complaining because it helps him decompress before going back into studying

and then if you get super stressed, george will give you the best head ever

works like a charm really

your professor are impressed with the pair of you and happy you are doing very well in your classes

especially since maybe you were struggling at the beginning hut with george, you seem so much better

TAGS! (if you want to be added, lmk!)

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[wonton4rang]

What would the bnd members prefer a cute or sexy/mature girl??? <333

ohhhh, I saw this question op made heeseung and omggg let’s get itt 🫶🫶

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pairing: bnd x reader.

warnings: none ? suggestive on some members (legal line !!)

summary: what would bnd members prefer between cute or sexy/ mature girl

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sungho; straight up cute girls 😔 my man loves a mature girl who knows what she wants and is responsible enough to be his partner but i think he would have a thing for cute girls. he could like mature/ sexy girls and even end up with one but the one that catches his eye first is always the cute one :’)

riwoo; i would say both? probably leaning more into a mature vibe, not because he likes the whole sexual aspect or the sex appeal, it’s more like he would like someone to take care of him and make him feel secure. this doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t like a cute girl, but it’s not his first choice.

jaehyun; literally both. ma man can’t choose, it’s giving us when choosing a favorite bnd member 💀 he likes both equally, some days he’s more into the cutesy girl that can’t stop laughing and giggling with her floral dress and other days he’s into the dark female that enters the room and makes everyone lower their head as she walks by with a nonchalant look.

taesan; this one is hard to choose but I think he would prefer a cute one for instance and then switch, let me elaborate. he would love the shy giggles and the rosy pinchy cheeks, making him giggle too. but then it would just turn boringly sweet so he would end up having a mature girl with similar taste in clothes and music, passing her dark red nails through his hair while he worships her.

leehan; the more i get into them, the less i can follow along with leehan’s likings. one day he seems the type to have a cute girl, another day he seems the type to have a sexy one, and eventually i get nothing. but i do see him dating a cute girl rather than a sexy/ mature one. he’s too calm (ie. his staycation w woonhak) for a mature girl rn.

woonhak; neither? he wouldn’t like a cute girl cause it will most likely make him cringe, like it doesn’t matter who you are, cute/ aegyo is not getting you anywhere w woonhak. but I don’t think he’ll go for a sexy girl either, too shy/ conservative for that. so let’s say a funny/ energetic and hardworking girl will get him right away.

basically goes like this:

cute.

sungho.

jaehyun.

leehan.

stuck in the middle/ neither: woonhak.

taesan.

riwoo.

sexy.