#I also want to be there to support and hug her

[lafortezasboy]

TWO REVERSE.

adrianne lenker

— summary: it’s been a few years since you and sophia have divorced. because you both had a child, you’ve been paying child support in order to keep seeing your daughter…and sophia when you pick her up and drop her off. though, you both can’t deny that you both still love each other.

— warnings/tags: mom!sophia, gn!reader, sophia x man, use of “yn”, angst, alcohol, cheating if you squint, not proofread, cussing

— a/n: i keep thinking about mom sophia… also. i literally do not know a good girl name and i js…found one i think i enjoyed. why is it so hard to FIGURE OUT. WHAT TO NAME A CHILD. it’s because you don’t wanna regret it for the rest of your life i know. but it’s also like, “what would sophia name her baby girl?” ykwim. ☹️☹️ i js went with a girl name that. also means wisdom.

“i miss when you and mommy were together,” your six year old daughter, sonia, told you. it’s been a few years since you and sophia divorced. sonia knew this, obviously. she’s six and smart for her age. you looked at her in the rear view mirror and huffed slightly. it was a sunday afternoon and it was time to take sonia to sophia again.

“what about her boyfriend?” you asked her, eyes back on the road. “nick, was it?” sonia hummed softly.

“he’s not fun like you,” she replies. you smiled slightly and shake your head. you took it as a compliment.

“not fun like me, huh?”

she shakes her head with a pout, “i just wish you two would get back together.”

as soon as you ended up in front of the gas station where you and sophia usually met, sonia climbed out of the car as soon as it parked and sophia exited hers as well.

“hi, baby!” sophia greeted with a smile as she crouched, holding sonia in her arms as she finally reached her mom. sophia repeatedly kissed her daughters cheek, a string of giggle escaping her lips as she tried to take sophia off. you took this moment to head to the back and take sonia’s bag out, walking over and keeping a small distance between them.

sophia looks up after kissing her daughter’s cheek and cleared her throat, becoming more…professional, almost. she fixed her skirt and extended her hand to take the bag from you.

“thank you,” she said as she looked through the bag.

you gave her an awkward thumbs up before looking down at sonia.

“you have fun with mommy this week, okay?” you asked her, ruffling her hair as you moved down to her level.

she hums and moved her arms around your neck to hug you before pulling away and looking up at sophia.

“can we get donuts?” she asked her.

sophia stopped looking in sonia’s bag and shook her head.

“we can’t risk having any more cavities, baby,” she told her.

“oh, c’mon,” you chimed in. sophia looked up at you, her eyes slightly narrowing. “one donut can’t do much, can it?”

sonia hummed and looked up, nodding her head excitedly.

sophia looked down at her daughter and then back at you.

“yn.”

“she did win her last soccer game.”

sophia paused at your words and then back at sonia. she turned around and sighed, slightly annoyed before looking back at you two.

“one donut,” she gave in.

sonia cheered and rushed into the gas station. you smiled at sonia, beginning to head to your car before sophia grabbed your wrist.

“you’re coming, too,” sophia told you as she dragged you back and into the gas station with her.

“and paying,” she added in as she took you towards the donut display behind sonia.

you almost wanted to protest, but you were the one who told sophia that sonia could get one. you looked at the donuts with your daughter, not really noticing how sophia still held onto your wrist. she forgot as well, as she also didn’t know she was holding onto you subconsciously.

“which one should i get?” sonia asks quietly as she looked through the options. you hummed as you looked with her.

“don’t get any jelly or custard filled,” you decided for her. “it’s too messy and too sweet for those teeth of yours.”

sonia hums at your reply and pointed at a rectangle donut with white icing and rainbow sprinkles.

“that one!”

“is that one good?” you asked sophia, looking at her. she seemed to have spaced out, so when you spoke to her, her head snapped up. she looks up at you before down at sonia pointing at the donut and hums softly.

“it’s good,” she confirmed.

sonia clapped her hands and you reached with your free hand to open the glass door.

“can you grab the paper, sunny? and then grab the donut?” you asked sonia, pointing at the paper to properly grab the donut. she hums and takes the brown paper, reaching up and tip toeing slightly to grab at the donut she wanted. when she did, you closed the glass door and grabbed one of the bags, opening it as sonia placed the wrapped donut in and grabbed the bag from you. as the three of you walked to the cashier, sophia finally let go of your wrist, noticing how long she’s held onto you. she blushed faintly, but you didn’t notice.

finishing your payment and heading out, sophia looks at you as sonia headed to her car.

“can we talk?” she asks you as the car door shut.

“about…?”

“the visitation schedule.”

“it’s fine to me.”

the visitation schedule has always been the same. you take sonia during friday afternoons after school, saturday, and sunday mornings. it seems pretty fair as sophia has her for four days. though, she sighed at your reply.

“it’s not “just fine”,” sophia protested, her voice almost annoyed, “i want weekends too.”

confusion struck you. she had sonia for four days, even if it was half days for sonia. maybe she wanted a full day as well.

“then you can have sundays,” you decided, “i’ll take her on thursdays.”

“that isn’t enough,” sophia complained, crossing her arms.

in. sane.

“not enough?” you told her, getting pretty annoyed at this point too. “you have most days with her!”

“that doesn’t mean i shouldn’t get weekends too!”

“i’m offering you a sunday!” you exclaimed, “a fucking weekend!”

“i should get all weekends!” sophia stated firmly.

you let out a small laugh at her claim and you tried to calm down a bit.

“oh. my god — all weekends? sophia. sophia,” you stated with clasped hands and moving them to your mouth, closing your eyes.

“oh my god — listen, i love you and sonia so much, okay?” you began to explain. “but taking away my daughter on the weekends from me is fucking insane. you know that i work a nine to five, and maybe extra hours sometimes, so when i’m home, i barely have time to spend time with sonia because i’m fucking exhausted.”

“weekends are when i have my days off, the only days that i could have a full day with sonia, and now you want to take all of them away?” you asked her, your voice absolutely filled with confusion and frustration. this whole thing was confusing you.

“you taking that away from me is basically taking away my fucking happiness. and i understand that you also work like i do, and im offering you a sunday, but you won’t even take it.”

sophia stares at you, unable to speak. she didn’t even know how selfish she was being at this point. she completely forgot about your work schedule and the amount of time you spend with sonia.

“i didn’t think you wanted me away from her just yet.”

sophia shakes her head.

“i- it’s not like that,” she denies quickly. “i- i just wanted- just wanted to spend more time with her.”

“it sounds so much like it, sophia. did you hear yourself?” you asked her. you scoffed lightly and shook your head, trying your best to not show some sort of hurt in your eyes. sophia could tell she hurt you though. at your question, she didn’t answer, giving you a sign that she didn’t even know what she was saying. she was completely saying this out of nowhere.

“listen — we can talk about it next time you drop her off, okay? or just text me what you want the schedule to be.”

you turned your heel and sophia rushed up out of no where and took your wrist again. she turned you towards her and she paused before her lips spoke.

“i’m sorry,” she whispered quietly, looking up and then away. looking at you only made her more guilty about her earlier selfish behavior, turning on a switch that made her want to cry whenever she looked up at you.

“i didn’t think about your feelings — im sorry sorry, yn,” sophia said, trying to keep her voice steady which failed.

“just get sonia home, sophia,” you told her dismissively, taking your wrist away from her fingers. you didn’t forgive her in the process of your sentence. it only added more guilt into sophia’s stomach. she didn’t like how it made her want to pounce on you and apologize repeatedly, wanting to hear your comforting words like you would do back in the day.

sophia watched your face for a moment before she walked away back into her car, closing the door as she watched you walk away and into your own car before you drove off. she looked at sonia in the rear view mirror before turning to look at her.

“how was your donut?” she asked her, keeping her voice strong so that sonia wouldn’t notice her vulnerability. sonia raised two thumbs.

“good!”

sophia laughed softly and reached out, brushing off some sprinkled and icing.

“you chose a good one, huh?” sophia asked and sonia nodded with a hum. sophia smiled softly and pulled her hand away before buckling in her seatbelt.

“let’s head home.”

“there’s my soccer player!” you exclaimed as soon as you got out of the car. sonia rushed up to you, arms around your shoulders once more as you pulled her up and into the air before putting her back onto her feet.

sophia got out of the car, looking at the two of you with a soft smile before it vanished. she turned to her trunk and opened the back as you walked over to her with sonia.

“woah,” you commented as you grabbed sonia’s bag, noticing how it was a brand new bag.

“when did you guys buy a new one?”

“nick bought it for me!” sonia exclaimed. your heart nearly stopped at her words.

“really?” you asked her quietly, looking at her before back at the bag in your hands. sonia hums softly.

“we went to the mall on tuesday,” sophia informed you, watching as your eyes stayed locked onto the new bag. sonia’s eyes lit up at sophia’s information and she immediately rambled on about tuesday and nick.

you didn’t reply.

sophia could basically sense the jealousy coming off of your body. she didn’t understand why, but she did at the same time. she moved on. you haven’t. plus, that was the first bag you bought sonia, so having another man that wasn’t you replace it for her made you angry. it felt like a competition when it really wasn’t.

“yn?” sophia called your name out, her hand instinctively reaching to shake you but you pulled back. you handed the bag back to her and crouched down to sonia and she stopped ramble.

“i don’t think i can take you this week,” you said suddenly, “and i can’t take kids with me. i think you have to stay another week with mommy.” what were you doing?

sonia blinked a few times and she shook her head.

“b- but you said we’d go out to the zoo this weekend!” sonia said. “and you promised.”

“i…” you paused, “forgot about my business trip. i’m so sorry, sunny.”

sophia looked down at you. liar. you never had business trips, and you always remembered important things. you just got insecure because of a new man that entered her life, and she felt oddly annoyed that you weren’t taking your daughter because of this.

sonia’s bottom lip quivered. it was finally one of those days where you and her didn’t stay in the house all day and practiced soccer and play games. nonetheless, she hugged you and nuzzled into your shoulder.

“you’ll…take me next time though, right?” she asked you, trying her best to not to cry.

“of course.”

sonia let out a soft whimper and held onto you a bit tighter.

“i’m so sorry i made you and mommy drive all the way here, sunny.”

after a bit, sonia reluctantly let go of you and pulled back. sophia looked at her and patted her head.

“can you wait in the car, baby?” she asked her and sonia nods before looking up at you and waving before heading into the car. sophia put the bag back in the trunk and closed the back, looking at you right after.

“why are you lying to her?” sophia asked you, getting straight to the point.

“you can just lie to her because you’re jealous of nick, yn.”

“well, it wasn’t like i wanted to.”

“but you did. you can’t avoid nick forever.”

you felt yourself get more frustration and sensitive at the topic a bit. it was getting annoying.

“so what if i can’t?”

“how long are you going to, huh?” she asks you, stepping a bit closer. “you can’t keep ignoring the fact that i have a boyfriend. sonia likes him as much as i do, so you’re going to have to like him as much as we do so you can spend time with your daughter.”

“well,” you said, that frustration finally leaving your body. “if you and sonia like him, he might as well be sonia’s new parent.”

sophia stopped at your words with wide eyes and her heart in her stomach. did you really just say that? she took a breath in, trying to control herself.

“he is not going to be sonia’s parent. you should know that, yn,” she told you, almost scolding you at this point. it was petty. you were being petty about this situation.

“well, it seems like he’s trying to be,” you argued back, “and it’s working. is it not?”

sophia took a deep inhale, trying to not yell at you. you were being so stupid!

“yn — he isn’t ever going to be sonia’s parent!” sophia bursted out, trying to keep her voice down.

“you should know that you’re her parent and you will always be,” she said with a finger in the middle of your chest.

“you’re being petty and stupid.”

“oh okay,” you stated, “what if that shit happened to you?”

sophia paused and scoffed softly, “this isn’t about me. it’s—”

“if i got a girlfriend and suddenly sonia started talking about her to you, wouldn’t you feel the same way?”

sophia hesitated to answer. “no,” she lies, “because i’ve moved on.”

you blinked at her words. her strong words.

“whatever,” you whisper. “take her for as long as you want,” you stated as you waved your hand. “and tell me when i don’t need to pay for this anymore.”

sophia’s heart dropped and grabbed your wrist again before you could even head back to your car.

“you can’t possible mean that, yn,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. “out of sonia’s life? really? just because you can’t move on?”

“well, i fucking mean it, sophia. because if nick wants to suddenly treat my daughter as his, he can fucking do that.” you ripped your hand away and headed back.

sophia felt her eyes water. were her contacts stinging her?

“you’re- you’re being stupid, yn!” sophia shouted, trying her best to breathe steadily. you were being so stupid. she heard your car door slam shut before your car started and you began to head out of the parking lot. sophia stood there, trying to calm herself down. you, out of sonia’s life and hers? it feels like a nightmare. one she knows she can’t escape.

so it’s been a day, whatever, but you found yourself in a bar venting to the bartender who really couldn’t care about your story.

“maybe just go apologize,” they suggested as they poured you another glass before moving around the serve others. you scoffed, grabbing the glass.

“apologize to her…” you said with a slurred tone, drinking the glass of beer. “what a dumb answer.”

now, you were outside by the entrance of the bar for air. you looked through your phone, noticing how blurry the screen was due to your intake of alcohol.

“maybe just go apologize.”

you stared at sophia’s contact. were you being stupid? you sluggishly pulled down the lock screen of your phone and you sighed shakily. 1 AM. you could be in your bed right now, sleeping with sonia in her room. or on the couch with a movie playing and sonia in your arms. not in a bar because you lied about your business trip. you felt your heart ache, your thumb sliding up and clicking on the phone button. you slid down the brick wall, bringing the phone up to your ear.

sophia, busy sleeping in her bed, heard her phone ring. who could possibly be calling her? probably nick… she reached over, sliding the button and brought the phone to her ear as she wiped her eyes.

“hello…?” she answered through a yawn.

your heart ached even more. she really answered you? your breath hitched as sophia called through the phone again for an answer and you immediately broke down.

“sophia…” you called her name through a sob.

sophia’s eyes snapped open and she sat up.

“yn?” she asked, “what are you—”

“‘m so sorry…” you slurred out, desperately wiping your tears with the back of your hand. “i di- didn’t mean what i said yesterday.”

“i still want to be there f- for you and- and sonia,” you hiccuped out, heavy breaths escaping. was it was vulnerability you got from the alcohol? or was it the truth?

“yn—”

“i’m sorry, sunny… ‘m so sorry…” you gripped your phone even tighter.

“where are you?”

you looked around your area and then up at the big neon sign and informed her of the bar. sophia immediately threw the covers off of her and rushed to get you.

“can you stay where you are?” she asked you through a panicked tone. you shook your head.

“don’t leave sonia alone.”

sophia stopped and she looked at the room to her daughters room. you were so concerned about sonia. it was endearing but annoying at the same time. you were in the streets of LA, vulnerable and drunk, and yet you were worried about your daughter.

“i can have nick…” sophia stopped. “i can have megan come over and watch her,” she changed her answer, mentioning one of her neighbors.

you didn’t say anything, only staying silent.

“stay there, yn.”

again, nothing.

“please.”

“okay.”

with the final word, you ended the call and tossed your phone on the concrete. sophia didn’t say anything more before leaving her house and repeatedly banging on megan’s door to watch sonia before heading to her car and down the road.

finally, after about twenty minutes, sophia finally ended up at your destination. she parked nearby and looked around the streets as she walked down before she saw you. “yn!” sophia exclaimed. she rushed over to you, crouching as she stared at your curled up figure with knees to your chest and slouched against the wall.

you looked up at her, your lip quivering before you jumped on her. lazily arms wrapped around her waist and head buried into her shoulder.

“i’m sorry — ‘m so sorry,” you said again. “i didn’t mean what i said about sonia or you or nick — i just- i just…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. you ended up sobbing into her shoulder.

sophia inhaled deeply, shushing you like a child with a hand in the back of your hair.

“idiot,” she commented shakily, “what an idiot.”

she moved her face to the top of your head, closing her eyes as she embraced you. she continued to shush you, telling you that you’re okay and forgiven.

“i still want to be there for sonia,” you whimpered out, holding sophia even tighter. “please don’t stop me from seeing her.”

“no, i won’t. i wont stop you,” sophia assured you as she brought you closer. “i know you want to be there for sonia, and i won’t stop you for seeing her. you are her parent, yn.”

you whined a bit at her words, sobbing even more at her comfort and reassurance. she was so nice to you. even after being petty and stupid and stubborn. she’s so nice to you.

after a few moments, you calmed down in her arms, sophia pulled your head back with a hand on your cheek. she looked down at your puffy, red eyes and caressed your head softly as her other gently wiped away the wetness from your cheek.

“let’s go home,” she whispered quietly, kissing your forehead softly.

reluctantly, you nodded at her words. you reached for your phone before letting her carry you up from the concrete floor and having her bring you to her car.

— final a/n: hey…how we feeling. okay so, this one gave me that angsty gut feeling while writing so YAYYYYYY but also BOOOOO because it fell off a bit. i did get this story off of my bot and my interaction because it was LITERALLY SO GUT WRENCHING SO. yeah. it made me tear up a bit! so! i hope this was. good. yeah. this also might be one of my longest fics i cannot and must not lie

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Layton:

Layton has the unfortunate curse of losing loved ones about every ten years. He lost his family and it was so bad his mind blocked the event out, his best friend literally slipped from his fingers as a teen and it traumatized him, his girlfriend died in an explosion that was caused by her coworker, he spent eight years alone after that, and then he was blamed for his friends death, had several near death experiences, lost MORE family, has been drugged twice and had to fight multiple giant machines trying to kill him. The man has such bad touch starvation he can barely return hugs from the people he loves most, HE NEEDS MORE HUGS! And a therapist.

SPOILERS for basically every game and the movie but like

I think I should be mentioning the fact that his parents got kidnapped at like age six. And he got seperated from his brother

And the thing about him being beaten into a month long coma when he tried to investigate his girlfriend's death?

Oh yeah and the fact that he thinks his old mentor is dead for a whole game

Or the fact that he himself quite literally dies for like a good ten minutes at least!

Or. Well. Every single near death experience they go through in every game

Depending on if you think the katrielle anime is canon he also gets cryogenically frozen for super long

Ah yeah and the daughter he has to surprise raise all of a sudden because of baron reinholds shenanigans.

Aurora and loosha dying…

Emmy's betrayal…

He has seen his best friend die and the love of his life died before he could tell her.

Homura:

She was an orphan who spent most of her early life in the hospital due to a heart condition, growing into an awkward and lonely girl. She was finally allowed to enrolled at school at age 13, where she found it very difficult to socialize due to her isolated upbringing.

It all changed, however, when she was saved from a witch by two magical girls who also turned out to be fellow classmates of hers, Madoka and Mami.

Homura fell in love with Madoka, however, she ended up watching her and Mami tragically die in the hands of a witch. Now, In the Madoka Magica universe, young girls are given the chance to become magical girls by a strange being called Kyubey, in exchanged for a wish, and since Homura had been undecided up until that point on whether or not to be a magical girl, she decided to become one, in exchange for getting a chance to save Madoka.

She was thus, given the power of time manipulation, returning to the past to save Madoka. However, despite her many attempts to do so, Madoka and her friends always ended up meeting a tragic fate, and Homura has been stuck for years in a loophole trying to save her friends from dying…or becoming witches themselves…for you see…that is the catch of the magical contract. Every Magical Girl Will One Day Become A Witch, as they have basically sold their own souls.

Madoka eventually puts an end to this cycle, by wishing to erase all witches before they are born, taking the souls of the girls into a sort of heaven. But the weight of her wish ended up making her a goddess, relegating her to be nothing more than a concept, the concept of The Law Of Cycles, erased from the minds of the mortal realm.

Homura was allowed by Madoka to retain her memories of their time with together, and resigned herself to keep her only in memories until her own death…

That was until the Kyubey kidnapped her in order to lure The Law Of Cycles and control her. Turning Homura into a witch in the process. A creature who only feels despair. Most witches, in their bitterness, want to destroy others, but Homura in witch form still wanted nothing more than to end herself, a punishment for her failure to save Madoka.

Eventually, through a series of events, Homura’s love turns her into the devil instead, pulling Madoka from the heavens, erasing her memory, and creating a reality of her own…all just to make Madoka happy. Without ever expecting her to find out.

[karlachismylife]

*crash in* JUJU

first of all, nyan beam

now the ask thingy

what's your thoughts on SoapGraves

if you could ship Rudy with anyone from BG3, who would it be?

hugs, kisses, banana and more hugs for u :3c *bap*

OH MY GOD IT'S KITTY VED'MA she's gonna purr so obviously and loudly for Raven. With her silly tail... I love them so much 😭 the little mlem 😭

My thoughts on SoapGraves are - can I be the filling for this sandwich? As in, can I fill them both with my-

That aside though, I actually think it's really nice if we ignore the betrayal :/ cuz as much as I am a Graves Fixer, I don't know if the relationship there can be repaired to the point of romance. Well, maybe, idk, if we assume that Graves regrets his actions and is just a lost soul (the only Graves I accept, thank you, I repeat, I don't like bad guys, I like good guys and I will make up a story to make a bad guy good even if it's shallow and OOC. My little tent, my rules).

But that's some severe hurt/comfort or even angst territory. If we roll back tho, before it all, I think Graves and Soap are actually happy together. They get along easily, they're both friendly and charismatic, open for new people. I bet Graves, being not just older, but also a Commander who has personal relationships with his subordinates and cares for them (we're going with Good Guy Graves here, remember?), has this instinct to take over Soap. After all, he's initially there basically to save Soap's ass and keep it safe further down the line, it puts him into a role of protector (a role that Graves always craves imo, I will die on the hill that he was sold on the idea of military as protectors of weak in his youth and it all went downhill from there, but he still longs to be a hero deep down). But at the same time, Soap is more than capable of protecting himself, so it lifts off all the pressure and imbalance and leaves them just as being there to support each other and mean well for each other.

Moreover, they're both very tactile, and I am a firm believer that it plays a big role in pulling them closer. Shoulder pats, handshakes, the Manly Hugs and hair ruffles can turn so easily into arms thrown around each other's shoulders and falling asleep next to each other, and it leads to a hand on another's thigh, maybe it's sexual first and thus feels more forgiving to them; but oh no, it all started not with sexual attraction, it started with them being drawn to each other's personalities. Soap is still believing the Noble Military tales, Graves has long gone past it, disappointed and abandoned, but oh he wants to believe in these tales. They're cooked. They'll realize they're in love too late, and it's probably gonna be Graves who gets hit by the realization first, pulling away from a kiss with a thread of saliva stretching between their lips and staring at Soap with wide eyes, watching him pant, flushed and riled up, as they jerk each other off or something. Soap will confess first though, because he's fearless and impulsive.

I think they admire each other's skills and capabilities; I think they find each other very attractive; I think they honestly might find some unexpected points of connection being both kinda country boys. Reminiscing of playing with lambs when they were little or something. I think Graves gets off on teasing and riling Soap up and Soap isn't afraid to let it out on Graves. I think Graves loves how Soap says his name and always has another song about someone names Johnny to purr in Soap's ear.

I think they get stupidly competitive and then horny in the gym; and I also think Graves loves having mountain vacations with Johnny, snowboard and everything. I think Johnny notices they have very similar smile lines around their eyes and gets attached to this fact, and I think he draws Graves a lot - and Graves loves taking pictures of Johnny and sepatately - of their hands clasped together.

I think they manage long distance relationship pretty well, too, even if Johnny has the ADHD thing where he doesn't even realize how much time passed between their texts. I think Graves loves videochats and is ready to sacrifice his sleep due to time zones to talk to Johnny. I think Johnny doesn't think twice to get up and catch a plane to go visit.

Damn I yapped. But yeah, I think the betrayal would hit really hard and Graves would have to prove himself again really hard. But without it? They are really well together.

About Rudy in bg3 though, hmmmm. I think Astarion would be very attracted to him; I'm not sure if Rudy has some kind of power to entice Astarion to go after him at first, but I think he would charm Astarion and be a little unattainable for him to want to chase. And Rudy definitely would balance out Astarion's drama, playing into it when he's in the mood and calming it down when he's not. He's also just chill and reliable and he would make Astarion feel safe. I think also Rudy having a near death experience in a fire can build some weird unexpected bridge between them. Rudy himself would probably see through Astarion's flirty front rather quickly and he'll fall in love with the imperfect hurt elf underneath it because he knows there is nothing perfect and a clumsy vampire fumbling his first real connection in decades is actually as close to perfection as it can be.

Similarly, I think more or less same traits would also attract Shadowheart and go well with her. Rudy is a bit enigmatic, but charming; he can be romantic and sincere, but won't waver when she's going through hard emotional time so she'll have him to lean on. Rudy also feels really clear headed and rational to me, so with Shadowheart's brains being all kinds of messed up he would pull her out if it. I also have a weird thought that Rudy really has it out for cults so he'll be protecting her very fiercely when it comes to all that in the story. Also I'm sorry but I think Rudy just likes an emo/goth slightly dramatic babe with a few loose screws in the head.

Wyll would probably have a lil' bit of a crush on Rudy just because Rudy makes a really book romance like character. Karlach might be a little too high energy for him, but then again, her being a creature of fire lends to some beautiful metaphors and a very special dynamic. Gale might be intimidated by him >< Lae'zel might think he's too soft because he is preferring to keep it low and working on tactics more than on brute force, but I bet she'd fall for him after a good sparring. Halsin loves everyone, and I actually think that him and Rudy might have the most chill, normal and amazing romance ever. They just acknowledge the attraction, act on it, never get into drama, live happily ever after with ducks following them everywhere because Rudy accidentally got a whole batch of eggs imprinted on himself and Halsin thinks it's adorable.

I will also do an honorable mention and say he would hit it off with Zevlor. And I do think Rudy is freaky enough and has enough of a taste for messed up things to be drawn to Kar'niss, and he might actually be able to give some peace to that poor baby boy.

I'M SORRY I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE SHORT THOUGHTS I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH

[lackablazeical]

It would be fun to see the fusion AU mixing different brothers, Kenichi and Raph, Ichida and Leo, Chizu and Mikey, Donnie with Usagi, etc etc etc, it’s interesting to think abt what fusions would be most stable depending on who they’re fused with.. such a fun concept to me!! I personally think the original Chizu & Raph, or really any Raph or Chizu fusion, would be the most stable ones, but in regards to the other brothers I feel like Leo and Kenichi, Mikey and Ichida, and Donnie and Usagi would be the most stable solutions for them all.. but they’re also probably gonna have issues too

Ok so this is gonna be a long post deal with it OK SO

Raph Fusions -

Rizu - The most stable of any rabbit/turtle fusion, Rizu is the ultimate big sister. She is protective and nurturing, always there to give hugs and support. Though she's not someone you want to cross, he can still very easily rip you in half.

Rashi - Rashi is THE himbo jock, combining Ishida's energy with Raph's strength. A bit cocky but motivational and friendly, the fusion often only gets destabilized when Ishida wants to persevere whereas Raph wants a nap.

Rasagi - A bit of an agorophobe, Rasagi keeps to Rasagi. Rasagi can most often be found hiding in dark areas or at the bottoms of swimming pools to enjoy some quiet time. Rasagi is very stable though! Unless Rasagi is being perceived.

Raphchi - Raphchi is... a tough case. Both components are stubborn, so they're like talking to a wall. Competitive and a massive stickler for rules, it's suggested to NEVER have a board game night with this guy. But it will always speak its mind and defend its loved ones. Also, it's a natural at sumo wrestling.

Leo Fusions -

Lhizu - Lhizu is a loving (smothering) girl who just wants to show everyone how much she cares. Can most often be found sewing with spider silk or sharpening one of her many knives. Becomes unstable when matters of healing come up.

Leish - What do you get when you cross a hidden city bachelor with a delusional stalker? Leish!! Leish is a smarmy and shallow guy, always quick to move on to the next person who has caught his attention. He is always ready to belittle anyone who isn't interested in him or to show off. Becomes unstable around potential partners.

Leosagi - Egotistical through and through. Barely looks away from anything that is reflective, and if he does, it probably means someone is going to die. Always preening and praising itself, Leosagi is often in their own little world. While extremely unstable (uncoordinated movements/speech, extreme mood swings, etc), they will stay fused unless forced apart by a third party.

Leechi - The WORST theater kid ever. Leechi (or 'leech') is an obsessive girl. Always having a person of interest to obsess after and follow around, with the goal of mimicking them perfectly. They copy routines, habits, any of it, often leading to situations like them acting out someone's breakfast routine at 2 am. Hides second face to seem more normal to potential crushes.

Donnie Fusions -

Dozu - Snakelike and unstable, Dozu is a rough one. With science and religion at war inside them, Dozu is often spastic and confused. She often enjoys dissecting things and then regretting it, wherein she tries to put them back together (usually with a few mismatched parts.) They are very unstable especially in lab/social settings.

Donnida - A friendly and chipper guy hiding away an evil scientist. Chatty to the max, Donnida has a natural talent for lowering people's guards or convincing them of things. Most often he uses these trusting people in experiments. Evil is extremely proud of evils collection of specimens gathered.

Donsagi - A total agorophobe, it is rare this fusion ever leaves the dark room they hide away in. They prefer pondering philosophy or playing VR to the real world. They create drones to do things like interact with others or gather 'necessities' like food and water (and the important USB cables).

Kennie - A brilliant mind! Kennie loves to learn and create, especially things like mechanics, architecture, astronomy, and history. Dey are always knee deep in projects, always busy and planning, but that's the fun part! The fusion tends to destabilize over deir burnout though. Ken and Don do not agree what self care means

Mikey Fusions -

All of these fusions will have excess mystic Magic from Mikey btw

Mikzu - A witchy gal!!! A lover of all things Halloween and spooky. When not eating candy apples or sewing on new parts, she's typically turning someone into a frog. A total manic pixie dream girl icon. Her lilypad hat holds liquid mystic energy, which often spills out during her antics and leaves chaos in her wake.

Mishida - The adrenaline junkie of the century. Only knows how to do, not think. Scales buildings or jumps down obscured pits just for fun, and always comes back with a trophy of victory and another ego boost. Most often found dancing. Stability typically lowers if Ishida and Mikey have conflicting priorities. Also he may tend to be a bit shocking to others lmao

Mikesagi - a walking train wreck. Clumsy, ditzy, and scared, it's a wonder they manage to stay together at all. Most commonly found tripping over their own feet or talking to himself. Highly unstable, so much so that it's hard to get info on them! Their belt is how Mikey's mystic energy vents out. The hands aren't super nice tho, usually just throwing things or flailing

Michi - a chill, laid-back guy. Sort of a stoner cousin vibe, Michi is just here for a good time. Always willing to hang, even if it's just to be lazy or to commit some type of felony. A foux-intellectual, just says buzzwords that make it sound smarter than they are. Smells faintly of incense at all times. Destabilizes around Leo or Usagi.

[the-cactae]

Expanding on the choco milk tag I reacted accordingly to, would you ever do like a mini/side comic of these two being officially together? ALSO, who are your top five favorite cookies?

AND AND IM NOT DONE SOZ :3

Did you know?

That you know?

CHOCOMILK IS MY FOREVER OTP HUN, the upcoming parts of the comic that has been a little frozen lately, will focus mainly on these two 😇 so they’ll happen frequently that I can promise.

My five favourite cookies? Lemme show you!!

1. is forever Herb Cookie. That pookie is my absolute numero uno, he is the cookie that got me into the game at all☹️💕

2. Milk Cookie!! He’s such a dear sweetheart, I absolutely adore his character, I think I’m quite similar to him 🤍 + he’s voiced by Daman Mills!! One of my favourite va’s☺️

3. White Lily Cookie! I know this might be controversial for some, the girls got a lot of haters in the fandom. And that’s fair! I’m not to judge. I personally found myself really fond of her, I came back to the game in March this year, after uhhh, hiatus since what, 2021? So I eventually got her from the gacha and I kinda didn’t want her like at all, I remembered her backstory and I was like meh. But then I saw her just toddle around my Kingdom and… something switched. She’s cutie patootie and if she is seen, she’s getting picked up or booped, I love her💚

4. Wind Archer Cookie. Nature freaks. Nature visuals. Once again my kin! Can’t help that. I knew him from CROB too, and he’s pookie. Pookie Cookie :3

5. Dark Choco Cookie. He’s just a little sad yall. A little hug can fix anything ❣️ he was my first epic cookie that actually did damage. When I started to game, I did get some epic cookies, but they were either supports or healers. He has one of the highest levels in my kingdom, forever my King 🙏🏼

My pookie Cookies

[goddessofroyalty]

i went through the zaun family au tag (plus a little of work/life balance but i prefer the former lol sorry!) and i dont think youve gotten into many details of how jayce and viktor cope with a newborn baby? clearly viktor wants to go back to the lab asap, and he does carry naph around in a sling, but it's not something he can do like. the next day after popping out that kid.

(admittedly i just want more of jayvik + their baby 😔 you manage to get them soooo right)

Glad you've enjoyed it.

I don't think I've rambled much about Jayce and Viktor with their newborn (more about once things have settled).

Because we are basing this in Zaun Family I'm going to stay with a comparison. I think where Silco during those early days after the birth kind of curls around the newborn to the point where even Vander has to convince him to be able to see them and that only getting more intense the worse the labor and delivery are, Viktor during those early days kind of dissociates and leaves the baby caring to Jayce and it goes on for longer/is more intense the worse the labor and delivery are. He's in a least a decent amount of pain, has gone through an intense experience, and hasn't been able to (and still can't) return to his lab to like 'ground' himself with his work. I've heard some people talk about feeling like their body wasn't their own in those very early hours/days after giving birth and I think Viktor falls into that camp.

I do think both Jayce and Viktor knew that Jayce would probably be doing the bulk of the baby caring in the days immediately following the birth. They didn't have a sit down conversation about it but they know Viktor will need to rest and recover and Jayce kind of needs to do it to help his own feelings of uselessness throughout the pregnancy. It does frustrate Viktor because they're meant to be partners and right now Jayce is doing most/all the work while he's basically stuck in bed recovering but also... Viktor did all(/most - Jayce was a very attentive support through the pregnancy) of the work to that point. Viktor doesn't do nothing but at the start all he can kind of do is hold Naph while Jayce organises things.

Obviously as Viktor heals and is able to do more (and return to his lab - that probably feels like a turning point day of being Himself again for him) the dissociation fades and they more find their rythm together and it does end up being that more equal split that I've talked about previously.

Ximena also probably basically moves in with them the last days before Naph is born and for that early period while they are adapting. But she is very much the Good example of a grandparent moving in when the baby's born. She's there if they need her but is mostly dealing with the day-to-day life stuff (you know organizing food, doing the dishes, emptying the bins) so they don't have to think about it while they adapt to life with a baby (and while Viktor is kind of out of action).

[lafortezasboy]

IM THE ONE WITH THE BANGER COMMENT and being the first blurb request hehe, so i was wondering if i can be 🧇 anon (first time asking to be an anon to an author, kinda nervous)

Also, I wanna know your hcs for mom!sophia. I think she would be a very fun mom but also strict to her daughter

HAI BBY HAI!!! thank you sm for the comment and my first blurb i love you sm bby ☹️ and yes you can be 🧇 anon :3 mom!sophia…ouu.. where to start.

mom!sophia who can be pretty strict, even with you as a parent yourself… she limits you AND your child(ren) on sweets

mom!sophia who is always packed for whatever. an extra tooth brush while traveling, extra clothes, extra anything. you forgot something? she has a spare in her bag/luggage

mom!sophia who’s always on time. whether it’s to pick up her kids from school, going to the airport, going to pick her kid up from hanging out — she’s always on time that the kids don’t even have to call twice to see if she’s coming

mom!sophia who loves to have family game nights. she can get pretty competitive and it runs within the family

mom!sophia who kisses her child(ren) goodnight, no matter their age. she wants them to know that they’re loved and cared for

mom!sophia who loves to have an assistant cook. whether it’s you or one of her children, she loves to teach one or the other how to cook around in the house

mom!sophia who always shows up to events. sports, talent shows — literally anything. she’ll always be her child’s biggest supporter.

mom!sophia who teaches her kids tagalog and brings them to the philippines whenever she can. she loves to show her side of her culture and her family absolutely adores the little ones

but mom AND idol!sophia will bring her kids to all of her shows/performances. the girls love the kids and genuinely treat them lovingly

mom!sophia who always texts the babysitter when you guys are out if your kids are okay, which, of course they are. despite leaving them with the babysitter multiple times, she always finds herself worrying :(

mom!sophia who will literally do anything for her kids. she’s literally such a protective mom who will stand up for her children through anything unless they’re in the wrong

following with the hc above, mom!sophia who never raises her voice at her kids. she knows that they’re growing up and are learning, so she’ll give them a gentle scolding and hug them afterwards and tell them to not to it again.

⤷ “you’re okay, baby. you know what you did wrong and i need you to do better next time, okay?”

mom!sophia who always hangs up her children’s art pieces. from mother’s day, a random craft at school. it’s always displayed somewhere in the house or in her office at work and at home

mom!sophia who has the best patience with her kids. again, she knows that they’re growing up and still developing, so she takes her time with her kids. even if she has to over explain something ten thousand times, she wants to make sure her kid understands what’s happening around them

mom!sophia who isn’t one to turn down helping her children with homework. she knows how important school is so she’ll help her kids with anything. if she’s too tired and wants to get it over with, she’ll tell her kid the answers and the next day after she’ll explain to her kid the problem and how to solve it 😭

in general, sophia cares a lot for her kids. as you guys have seen it with the katz, it’s almost the same with kids. she’s super caring and understanding, supportive and kind. she knows how to cheer her kids up, always is there for them, and loves them to death. she’d do anything to keep her kids safe. thank you sm for requesting this! this was really fun and heartwarming to think about :3

[brumiramybeloathed]

They Both Leave AU Snippet 9

Bruno dreaded having this conversation. He preferred to not bring up serious issues and would rather quietly change and sweep the issue under the rug without ever bringing it to light. This time... this time is different.

Bruno tried to quietly pull away from Mirabel, tried to not be in physical contact with her, tried to not be as affectionate. Mirabel always looked confused and sad when he did so, however, and some of her mannerisms from the beginning of her stay in Santa Laura returned. Retreating into her room, looking around as if making sure there is no one to criticize her, taking on all the responsibilities of the household. She had noticed his changed behavior and not knowing why he changed had really hurt her. It probably reminded her of her family changing their behavior towards her after her failed ceremony. Mirabel doesn't talk much about the Encanto, neither does he, but she did mention it in passing.

So Bruno took a deep breath and entered the apartment they shared.

"Hey, Bruno! Welcome home from work!" Mirabel greeted him as she put dinner plates on the table.

"Mirabel. Dinner looks good, as it always does."

They sat down and ate in silence. It was awkward and strange, and it distracted Bruno from his thoughts, especially since Mirabel looked so sad.

"Mirabel, I would like to explain why I've been so distant lately."

Mirabel's full attention and stare rested on Bruno's face as he continued, his own eyes dropping to the table, unable to meet Mirabel's.

"Some members of the community have talked with me and made mention of a rumor that you and I are... in a romantic relationship. At first, I did not put stock in these rumors. It... it was only with watching couples in the town and examining our relationship that I noticed that there might be reason for these rumors."

Bruno paused, not knowing how to go forward and not willing to look up.

"While part of our closeness can be explained by the fact that we are family and shared very similar experiences with our family, as well as the fact that we live together, some of it... some of it can't."

"You're worried that the nature of our relationship is outside what is normal for an uncle and niece," Mirabel's soft voice finished the thought he had been struggling to convey.

Bruno nodded.

Mirabel sighed. "Anna mentioned the rumors to me a few days ago. I see the concern, but I truly do not see anything wrong with it. What exactly is leading you to pull away from me?"

Bruno had hoped Mirabel would not ask this. But he cannot tell her the full truth.

"Because I fear that by being as close as we are, we are inviting trouble and the potential desire to go further than long hugs and long glances."

Because he can see it going further and, on some levels, wants it to go further.

"Bruno, please look at me."

He does. Mirabel's eyes are soft, not hard as he feared, and there is both a sadness and a peace on her face, a type of caring look, that makes his breath stutter.

"If it eases your fear, we can cut back on the physical affection. Spend more time apart and with other people. I do not think there is anything to worry about, but I understand wanting to cover all our bases. Thank you for talking with me about this. I know these types of conversations are difficult for you."

A weight is eased from Bruno's shoulders and he smiles for the first time that week.

They finish dinner and clean up. Bruno sits on one end of the couch to read and Mirabel sits on the other to work on a personal project. At the end of the evening, they say goodnight and head to their separate rooms.

Bruno laid down to sleep, satisfied that he has prevented a horrible tragedy of incest and sin and yet...

Bruno fell asleep cold.

[janetfraiserspenlight]

I love how he was looking at her the entire time, trying to get the best timing to put his arm round her.

Also, I have to point out how Sam grabs his hand and rubs her thumb over it. She did not need to do that. She could have just let him put his arm around her shoulders, but before he could even fully put his arm round, she grabbed his hand. And, basically yanked his arm so she could lean on it.

Ok, going to try and not squeal. (I'm that obsessed when them it's so bad atp)

Stargate SG-1 ↳ Threads

[lizardho]

When I came out, I was SO scared I was gonna get disowned. I wrote a letter to my parents, sent it to their emails, put a physical copy on the counter, and left the house for a few hours to give them time. In that time I tried coffee for the first time, which was a dreadful idea, and got all jittery. I kept waiting for a text or something but nothing happened.

After a few hours, I didn’t hear back from them so I went home. My parents were home and had stacked a bunch of groceries on top of the letter without opening it. They said “hi” and I said “hi” and went down stairs to the basement. I held my dog and panicked about what to do. My sister, who knew that I had written them a letter of great importance, told me they hadn’t read it yet. She also told me she could ask them to do so. I consented to this and stayed in the basement. A few minutes later my dad knocked on the door and poked his soft smooth little nerd head in and said “hey buddy” and I started crying so hard I almost vomited. He came over and gave me a BIG hug and said that it was gonna be OK, he was OK with this, he knew it must have been hard but he was here for me. He told me he and my mom had already talked years before they had me about how if they had to pick between their faith and their child they’d pick their child. It was a very sweet moment. I came out to my mom later that evening and we were both bawling the whole time.

The day after I came out to my parents, I came out to my brother @inbabylontheywept at a Mexican restaurant and he took it like a champ. That evening my mom took me for a walk and looked almost angry - she said she wanted to make sure that I didn’t use being a woman as an excuse to not go to grad school. I told her I wouldn’t and she instantly looked relieved and happier.

My dad, on the other hand, seemed to struggle with it. He kept asking me if I had a boyfriend, and I told him I did not. He kept asking me if I wanted to go clothes shopping with him and I did not. He kept asking me if I would let him go to some of my shows, and I had NO idea what he was talking about.

Finally, 6 months after coming out, of awkward misgendering and questions that didn’t make sense from my dad, he excitedly pokes his soft smooth little nerd head into my bedroom again and says “I found a movie about Your People.” My people. I was absolutely bewildered, but he was so excited and I knew he had been trying SO hard so I watched it with him. It was The Birdcage, and it was amazing. It also was revelatory in that I finally realized why my initially-supportive father seemed to be having such a hard time with my pronouns and stuff - he didn’t know what the difference between trans and doing drag was. After the movie he again asked if I would invite him to one of my shows, and I said, “Hey dad, you know how about half the world is women?” And he said “yeah,” and I said “Well, see, I’m on that half now. I’m not doing drag.” And it was like a switch flipped in his brain. He was like “omg that’s so easy? I was so confused about what to call you when?”

Anyway, my parents are charming and my family has been so kind and patient with me, I like sharing the stories of my little wins with them.

[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 2

A/N: Okay, by popular demand, I decided to make this into a series so after this one, I’ll have at least four or five more parts to this series as it follows the movie events. I also tagged those that asked for part 2/asked to be tagged. Thank you guys for your support!

TW: Not much, just insecurity and a little bit of self deprecating thoughts really

Word Count: 2,097

Part 1 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7

SPOILERS FOR KPDH

“Great, (Y/n), you’re home!” Zoey cheered as soon as you came through the door, tackling you in a hug as you were trying to toe your shoes off.

You chuckled, managing to juggle the groceries so you could pat her back with one hand.

“(Y/n), where were you, we were waiting!” Mira grouched impatiently, her and Rumi joining you and Zoey in the entryway.

“Only for a little bit though, Mira, chill.”

You made an awkward face, “Uh, I was waiting for you guys to text me that you were done and you never—“

“Oh, (Y/n), you’ll never guess what we saw earlier!” Zoey interrupted you, taking the grocery bags from you to see what snacks you had gotten.

“Oh my gosh, you won’t,” Rumi agreed, looking at you with wide eyes.

“What?” You asked curiously, putting the groceries away as the other three separated out the snacks and junk food to take a mental list of what was there.

“Some demons,” Mira spat the word with a snarl, “decided to come after our fans by making a boy band.”

Oh that sounded too familiar to you. You froze. And then did your best to act natural. “Oh, whatttttt?” Okay stop, your voice is too high. You cleared your throat. “Really?”

None of the girls seemed to notice.

“Yeah, we’re gonna kill them tonight,” Rumi tells you. “So that means we gotta get battle ready. So, will youuuu…?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes, I’ll set out your battle outfits and make some dinner and bring it down to you guys,” You smiled indulgently at them.

“Yes! You’re the best (Y/n)!” Zoey cheered, pumping her arms in the air and throwing them around you. “And you’ll…?”

“Make you guys your pregame ramyeon? Yes, I’ll boil some water and bring it down with dinner so you can heat it while you eat.”

Rumi and Mira joined in the feral food cheering as the three made their way to the elevator.

“Yes!”

“Thank you, (Y/n), you’re the best!”

“Thank you, best sister ever in the entire universe!”

Sigh. Same routine as usual. They always took a few hours to get battle ready so you decided to go get their battle outfits down from the closet and make sure all the accessories and pieces were in place. And also set out some makeup and nail polishes that would suit their complexions and preferences while complimenting the black leather style.

After that, you started making dinner. Sometimes you felt more like an unappreciated housewife than the sister of an idol.

“Let’s go kill these guys.”

And, also like usual, you grabbed your backpack of first aid supplies and followed after them like a groupie.

To be honest, you really didn’t want to be doing this. They seemed nice back at their performance! They were just performing, singing their cute little soda pop song! And they were so nice to you too! Well… they were very flirty and that might have been because you were part of their target audience as a girl. But it was still very flattering!

Shaking your head, you remembered what they had said at the end of their performance, they were going on ‘Play Games With Us!’ right? You could probably watch it on your phone.

You struggled not to burst out laughing as the video streamed, they were all in baby high chairs with bibs with their names on them, in a hot sauce drinking competition! Baby was happily kicking his feet but everyone else looked like they were dying!

“(Y/n), come on!” A whisper-shout came from up ahead, they were holding the studio door open.

“Coming!” You shoved your phone in your pocket and jogged into the studio to join them. The four of you crouched in the sidelines of the studio, out of sight of the audience. And wow, it was even funnier to see in person.

“Once they come off the stage, we’ll jump down for the attack, and these boys’ll be…”

“Done, done, done,” the three snickered with gremlin smiles, sneaking away to get higher ground. Rumi turned to you as if she forgot you were there, “Oh, (Y/n), stay here out of sight or outside the studio, just in case. Okay?” She left.

“Yeah, okay…” It wasn’t like you couldn’t fight, you went through all the same training as Mira, Zoey, and Rumi. But the three often treated you like a helpless maiden when you went with them for demon hunts.

You turned your attention back to the stage, crouching in the shadows behind the backdrop of the set as one by one, the boys dropped out of the spicy challenge until it was just one of the hosts and Baby.

“It’s a dead heat between my handsome co-host and Baby Saja!” Baby was still sipping away at his bottle of hot sauce like it was just milk, content as can be. “Can our host catch up?”

Nope. He was red in the face and his eyes were crying. He gave up with a pop and a cry of, “So spicy! So spicy!”

The man collapsed forward. “No he can’t! Baby Saja is the winner!”

Baby pulled the empty bottle from his mouth with a pop, a nonchalant, almost bored look on his face, “Goo goo, ga ga.”

You had to slap a hand over your face to keep from laughing. ‘Oh my gosh! Spice KINGGGG! Iconic.’ In some way, that was hot in a way more than the spice itself. It was almost dorky in some way. It was… humanizing to see the so-called demon boys like this as they cheered for their maknae.

The segment was coming to an end and the host was starting to say the goodbyes when Jinu took the mic. You froze like a rabbit as he suddenly introduced Huntr/x as some surprise guests, a spotlight shining on the girls who peaked over the top of the set. You slapped a hand on your face, ‘girlssssss… how can you be so obvious…?’

It was really unfortunate when the leather of their outfits didn’t agree with the slide, making a slow, screeching descent as the crowd groaned. You and the boys had matching grimaces of second hand embarrassment on your faces…

And then they were trying to wrap it up and the Saja Boys were playing the bigger people by being respectful and humble, bowing to the girls, “It was truly an honor to share the stage with you.”

Seeing the positive reaction of the crowd, the girls tried to outdo them by bowing lower, “Oh no, the honor is ours.”

And then it turned into a bowing competition. You couldn’t help but widen your eyes at the boys, ‘These men were basically folded in half!!! Wow. Demon boys are really flexible…’ You slapped your face at the mental implications of that thought. And in the realization of the view you had of the boys from this angle. Wow…

Distracted by your mental embarrassment, you didn’t realize the curtains were closing and the boys were making their escape until a hand slapped over your mouth and arms were carrying you away.

Looking up, you saw that it was Romance, who gave you a sly smirk and a charming wink, “Hello there, sweetheart~” he cooed.

“Nice to see you again~” Jinu cooed as well, a mischievous grin.

‘WAIT! Did this mean they remembered you from earlier?! And was that Baby on Mystery’s back…?’

That kind of attention could go straight to a girl's head if she let it. Or her heart…

And now she was in some bath house. A men’s bathhouse to be specific. Absolutely done with your current situation, you couldn’t help but go limp in Romance’s arms, staring up at the ceiling of the bathhouse flatly. Why is this your life? Being kidnapped by hot demon boys?

“Awww, don’t worry pretty girl, we’ll give you back to your sister in a minute,” Jinu teased with a smirk as the boys took their positions for a dramatic encounter with Huntr/x. You couldn’t help but blush at the cute pet name. He called you pretttyyyyyyy…

And then the girls arrived.

Yadda yadda, followed them into the bathhouse, yadda yadda, simps for Abby’s abs, yadda yadda, stealing fans, clever evil snark, battle.

“Oh, don’t forget to protect your sister, too!” Jinu yelled and nodded at Romance, and then you were being thrown in the air towards a group of water demons.

‘Did this jerk really just throw you!?’

“Hey!” You twisted, landing on your feet and using the momentum to spin and launch yourself back at the boys, ducking and twisting easily between reaching demon limbs, “I am not. A. DAMSEL!”

Abs kinda shrieked in surprise, which was adorkable, and the boys took off while the girls with actual weapons started killing water demons. Jinu almost slipped on a puddle while making his dramatic exit which was also adorkable but now wasn’t the time for giggling at cute, evil boy antics.

Jinu was gremlin laughing cheerfully as you ran after them, your sister joining you in the chase and quickly overtaking you, slashing at Jinu. The two ended up detouring into a room in their fight and you kept going after the other four.

“I knew idol fans were crazy but I didn’t think it was this bad!” Abby called back to you with a smirk and you growled, your frustration giving you a burst of speed.

You leapt and ended up tackling Baby, causing Mystery to stop and come back with a protective snarl.

“I am not a psycho fan! I’m just trying to do my part!”

You twisted, having to let go of Baby as Mystery made a grab for you with his clawed hands. “And we’re just doing ours,” Romance was apparently joining the fight. It may have been a mistake going after the maknae of the group, it always drove the protective instincts of the rest of the group up the wall…

Leaping, twisting, kicking, punching, it was all you could do to protect yourself and try to keep them from running away until the other girls could catch up with the actual fire power.

“Do you own any shirts that actually fit or do you always shop two sizes too small?!” You couldn’t help but ask Abby as his abs flashed you before you kicked them.

“If it bothers you so much then stop looking, babe!” He smirks, twisting around Baby as the maknae swiped at you.

“Less flirting, more fighting,” the maknae drawled lazily. Your face flushed. From anger or being flustered, who knew. You knew…

“Not flirting!” You denied strongly, ducking under a high kick from Romance before jumping over a low swipe of the legs from Mystery.

“Awww, but I didn’t get a chance to flirt with her,” Romance whined. The four started moving faster, working more in synchrony as you struggled to keep up with all four of them at once.

You yelped when Abby and Mystery’s nails caught in the sleeves of your sweatshirt, the soft fabric tearing easily to reveal your arms. Panicked, you looked down and yeah. There they were. Your patterns. Your ugly, disgusting, demonic pattern.

When you were little, you used to use markers to color the space between them and make doodles on your skin out of the jagged lines until Aunt Celine caught you and berated you. She disciplined you so badly that you never even thought of doing it again.

And now they were on display. In front of four demons no less.

You hugged your arms, trying in vain to cover them, looking up at them. Their fight stances had loosened in surprise, their eyes darting across your arms to take in the darkening lines.

“Demon pattern…?”

You took a step back, terrified. They’ll tell Jinu and then they’ll tell Mira and Zoey and then the world and no one will ever accept you again. Mira and Zoey may accept Rumi as a fellow huntress but you? You who doesn’t matter? You who can only help with clothes and visuals? They’ll kill you in a second.

Having to pick between running and hiding or staying and keeping them from escaping?

You chose to run. Run back to the apartment by yourself to hide your skin.

And you didn’t notice how a foot took a step after you, a hand half raised to reach out to you, a lingering unreadable look as eyes followed you, a mouth partially opened to call after you.

Four demon boys left to question what just happened.

Outtake:

Huntr/x: “Can you believe it?! A demon boy band?!

You: “Yeah, it sounds like a good concept.”

Huntr/x: “… What…?”

You: “Yeah, hot demon guys coming for your soul? Fans are rabid for that kind of dark mystery. They’d sell their soul in an instant.”

Huntr/x: “…”

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[twilightofthesandwiches]

…So we do have some implications that Kris… at the very least, does not care for Ralsei as much as they care for Susie, or as much as Ralsei cares for them. Most notably with Chapter 2’s Teas;

I think also maybe their tendency in the recent chapters to point out the differences between Ralsei and Asriel might be related to it. They don’t want to compare Ralsei to their beloved older brother.

But I wonder if that’s beginning to change. Most notably with all the scenes of Kris and Susie comforting Ralsei and encouraging him to be himself… Obviously we are the ones telling Kris to say the words, but... it seems like it was their choice to give him a hug.

Which kinda reminds me of our first indication that Kris genuinely considers Susie their friend.

Plus, like, sure we CAN force Kris to say certain things, but they can also subtly rebel against it by saying things 'weirdly'

or immediately contradicting our words with their own.

So.... not only do they don't really resist this attempt to help Ralsei, here is how they react if you try and pick one of the most flagrant "no Ralsei you and your feelings don't matter (:" options.

They are literally fighting against the Player's control to try and emotionally support Ralsei.

I wonder if this was a matter of Kris' thoughts about Ralsei actually mirroring many Players, that they also thought he was weird and shady and that his niceness was too-good-to-be-true and that he's probably manipulative and evil. And with the revelations about Ralsei and the way he thinks about himself and his reasoning for keeping secrets in Chapters 3 and 4, it's only now that Kris is starting to let their guard down around him and allows themself to like him.

Or if it's a matter of... clearly Kris' situation with the SOUL (AKA us) is a very unhappy one for them. Even if it also seems to be part of the plan Kris and Evil Phone Voice are on, it is not a pleasant experience for Kris. It might be that the thing that endeared them to Susie so much in the first place is the way that she also chafes and rebels against being 'railroaded' by the prophecy stuff all through Chapter 1 - and therefor they were always put off by Ralsei's happy-peppy lack of resistance to following anything the prophecy said....

Hell... we STILL don't know what these two talk about when the SOUL is away following Susie... if Ralsei told Kris they need to put on a happy smile and accept being a 'Cage' for an Amoral Time God, that will certainly sour their relationship.

But now Ralsei is opening up to how much this fatalism has caused him pain, and now he's starting to push back against it. And maybe now Kris can understand that Ralsei is also in the same boat as them and Susie, that they are kindred spirits.

Or maybe... that whole deal with Kris and the Evil Phone Voice seems to indicate they might've known about Dark Worlds and how they work before the story of the game properly starts, and at least that they understand them more than Susie does. Maybe Kris themself thought of Darkners the same way Ralsei thought. Maybe they were distant from Ralsei because they saw him as not 'real'. And watching Ralsei unlearn this mindset is causing Kris to reconsider the way they were thinking of Dark Worlds and Darkners.

Or... well... it could just be as simple as Kris seeing how much Ralsei matters to Susie. We have constant reminders through these two chapters of how much Susie cares for Ralsei and how much she sees them as a trio. So even if Kris just doesn't Vibe with Ralsei, thinks he's annoying or weird or creepy or whatever, Kris cares for Susie, so they know they have to care about her other very best friend.

I wonder if the reason behind the Person-Flavor-Teas being 'Rotten' past Chapter 2 is because Chapter 3 and 4 actually have a lot of subtle shifts in the characters' relationships and it would've been unpractical to keep track of them all, or simply narratively unsatisfying to spell them numericaly out like that.

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BATBOYS TOXIC TRAITS / RED FLAGS + GREEN FLAGS ── .✦

a/n: the thing is, they all aren’t like problematic when it comes to relationships but they do have some things and flaws which when heard sound “oh okay that’s fine” but may be like super annoying in a irl relationship also this was a request by anon (here)! (Tags: batboys x reader)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Chronic People-Pleaser: Will prioritize everyone’s needs over his own (or yours), leading to burnout… and you having to remind him you exist.

Flirty by Nature: He’s not trying to flirt… it just happens. That waitress? Nope, not on purpose, but yeah, you’ll roll your eyes a lot.

Hero Complex: He always has to “save” people, including you, even when you’re perfectly fine handling it yourself. “I got it, babe.” No, you don’t, Dick.

GREEN FLAGS:

Emotionally Intelligent: He can read your mood like a book and knows exactly how to make you smile (with pancakes shaped like hearts).

Physical Affection Expert: Hugs, cuddles, forehead kisses—you’re basically his personal teddy bear.

Supportive King: He’s your biggest cheerleader, hyping you up in the most genuine, heartfelt ways. “That’s my girl.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Anger Issues: He’ll throw hands for you at the slightest provocation. Guy looks at you wrong? Jason’s already removing his jacket.

Emotionally Guarded: Good luck getting him to open up. He’s more likely to tell you his deepest fears after you’ve fallen asleep.

Reckless Behavior: He’ll drag you into the most insane situations and act like it’s no big deal. “What do you mean this is dangerous? It’s fine.”

GREEN FLAGS:

Loyal to a Fault: He’ll defend you with his life, no questions asked. “You mess with her, you mess with me.”

Soft Romantic: Beneath the tough exterior, he’s writing you sweet notes and remembering the little things, like how you take your coffee.

Protective (in a good way): He won’t smother you, but he’ll make sure you always feel safe, even if it’s just crossing the street.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Workaholic: He’ll forget to eat, sleep, and sometimes text you back because “the case was just getting good!”

Overthinks Everything: Spends hours analyzing your last text to figure out if you were mad or just tired. “Was that period passive-aggressive?”

Terrible Self-Care: You’ll have to force him to drink water and go to bed like a mom with a rebellious child.

GREEN FLAGS:

Incredibly Thoughtful: He remembers every detail about you, from your favorite flower to that obscure hobby you mentioned once.

Adorably Awkward: His shy smiles and fumbling over words when you flirt back are endlessly endearing.

Problem Solver: He’ll find solutions to all your problems, from fixing your computer to making your bad day better with tea and soft music.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Insanely Jealous: He glares daggers at anyone who looks at you too long. “Why is he breathing near you?”

Judgmental: He might critique your taste in music, books, or anything else with his usual bluntness. “This… is what you listen to?”

Control Freak: He likes things done a certain way and will try to “help” you by micromanaging your life.

GREEN FLAGS:

Devoted Partner: Once he’s in, he’s all in. You’ll never doubt his commitment because he’s always showing up for you.

Loyal Beyond Measure: He’ll defend your honor to anyone, even Bruce. “She’s perfect, Father. You simply lack taste.”

Surprisingly Gentle: Despite his tough exterior, he has a soft side that only you get to see, like the way he pets animals—or you—so tenderly.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Emotionally Repressed: He’s basically a human brick wall when it comes to expressing his feelings. “I’m… fine.” No, Bruce, you’re not.

Work Comes First: He’ll disappear into the Batcave for days unless you drag him out by the cape which becomes quickly annoying.

Overprotective: He’ll want to track your every move, not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he worries too much. “It’s for your safety.”

GREEN FLAGS:

Quietly Romantic: He may not be overly expressive, but he’ll show love through subtle gestures—like a bouquet of your favorite flowers left on the table.

Ultimate Provider: He makes sure you never want for anything, whether it’s emotional support or physical comfort.

Unshakable Devotion: Once you’ve captured his heart, he’s yours forever. There’s no halfway with Bruce—he’s in it for the long haul.

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new meetings- o.piastri

summary: oscar is terrified for you to meet his family, funnily enough, you already know a few of them...

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! famous! reader

a/n: PRAYING FOR AN OP81 WIN TOMORROW

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Mae was a very convincing person when she wanted to be, and being her big brother, Oscar genuinely wanted to give her whatever she wanted. But meeting you? That was something he was dreading. 

He’d made the mistake of leaving his phone on the counter unlocked when he was making dinner, and she saw your messages in his phone. What followed was a very awkward explanation that you two had been seeing each other for the past few months, but he wasn’t going to introduce you to his family yet, he just… wasn’t ready. Which was fair. But Nicole protested, and so did all of his sisters, so he had no choice but to offer you a paddock pass for Australia, and hope you were busy. 

You weren’t. And you were much too supportive of him to not attend. So he was, in simple terms, fucked. 

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“You can’t be weird,” he sighed as he walked his sisters through the paddock. “Just be… normal.” 

“We are being normal, you’re the one sweating right now,” Hattie chuckled. 

Oscar pulled at the collar of his team kit, and genuinely prayed hiss otters wouldn’t be so awkward with you. He didn’t want to scare you off. 

“Come on Osc, we’re cool!” Tim chuckled, clapping a hand on his back. “Jesus, you are sweaty,” he mumbled as he wiped his hand on his shorts. 

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. 

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You sat with Alex Dunne, one of the development drivers who was in F2, just chatting casually. 

“Osc, hey,” you smiled easily, wrapping your arms around his neck, then grimacing. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, but his voice was much too high, and his grip on your waist was much too tight. You raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry about what’s going to happen now,” he whispered and kissed your cheek. 

You turned your head and saw his family, but also your great Pilates buddy, Nicole. Your jaw dropped as hers did at the same time. “Nicole? Shut up!” You clapped a hand over your mouth, a soft laugh coming out. She walked up to you and wrapped her arms around you in a gentle hug. “How are you?” You asked, hugging her back. 

Oscar looked between the two of you, shocked. 

“I’m great! How are you sweetheart?” She asked, looking you over. “You look beautiful.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled brightly. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” you smiled. 

She pulled you in again. “When are you coming back to Pilates?” She begged and you giggled. 

“Soon, I promise. I just finished filming in Toronto so I’m back in Australia for the foreseeable, lest Oscar needs my support at races,” you beamed, looking at him with all the pride in the world. His face was contorted into one of confusion and mild disgust? You stared at him and cupped his cheek, curious. “What’s wrong?”

“You know my mum?” He questioned. 

“Of course I do,” you shrugged. “We do Pilates together.”

Again, he was perplexed about the fact neither of you had mentioned it. “I know I’m bad at telling people things, but this is next level.”

Nicole scoffed. “Who didn’t tell me they were extending their contract?” 

He was pretty quiet after that. 

“I’m Mae!” She interjected, walking up beside you and Nicole. “I’m a huge fan.”

Oscar face-planted. So cool. 

“Nice to meet you Mae, I’m Y/n,” you smiled, pulling her in for a hug. 

“I’m Hattie,” she smiled, greeting you. “I got you this,” she handed you a sticker of Oscar as a sonny angel. You gasped, taking it from her hand. 

“I love it!” You beamed. “It’s so cute, thank you so much!”

Never did Oscar ever think he’d see himself as a sonny angel, but he did know it was right up your alley, and some of the anxiety in his chest eased as he watched you effortlessly mix with his family. 

“I’m Tim,” he stepped forward. 

“Fuck off Tim,” you chuckled, pulling him into a hug. “How are you?”

Oscar was once again confused. 

“I'm great, Bug, thank you,” he smiled. “How are you?”

“Bug?” Oscar commented, but it was drowned out by the conversation flowing freely, Eddie joining in. 

He watched for about 30 minutes with a bright smile on his face as you mixed in perfectly with his family. 

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His hands trailing up your shirt, exposing skin as the sun set outside the window. The way his lips were moving against yours, the way his hands felt on your body, the way he reacted to the things you were doing. He was addictive. 

“How do you know my stepdad?” Oscar questioned as he pulled back from kissing you. You looked up at him, unimpressed. You propped yourself up on your elbows. 

“You think about Tim when we’re making out?” You questioned and the look on his face was enough to tell you he didn’t. You chuckled. “I’ve worked with him before.”

“Where?”

“On a film,” you explained. “When I was really young.”

He nodded, and lay beside you. “How didn’t I know this?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, Ithink I would’ve mentioned it if I thought it was important.”

“And you know my mum?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded and kissed his cheek, trying to get him back into the mood. “Pilates.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist as you lay on top of him, pressing kisses to his neck. “And I didn’t know this?”

“Evidently not,” you smirked. “Did you feel the need to?”

“I don’t know,” he huffed. “I was just so…-”

“Nervous? For today?” You stifled a laugh. He shot you a dirty look and you chuckled. “I didn’t notice, actually.” 

He huffed and nodded. “It was pretty obvious,” he sighed, burying his head in your neck. “I don’t know, maybe I would’ve just… been a little less stressed if I knew you knew them already,” he shrugged. “I just… maybe wouldn’t have been so-”

“Anal?” You offered. “Militarial?”

“Worried,” he finished for himself as he shot you yet another dirty look, making you laugh, yet again. 

“Why would you be worried?” You questioned, cupping his cheeks. “I love you.”

He rolled his eyes, trying to stop his heart beat from racing and attempting to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. “I love you too,” he admitted. “But I’m afraid I’m going to scare you away.” 

You stared at him with a raised eyebrow, and sat up (aka you straddled him which meant this conversation was going to be a lot harder to keep his mind on. Also, harder- did you see what I did there 😝). “Why would you scare me away?” You gently pulled a hand through his hair. 

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I don’t have a regular job, I’m weirdly famous, I drive very dangerous cars, I’m extremely awkward at all of your events, I’m-“ 

“I love you, Osc. Anything you say won’t change that,” you shook your head. “I love you.”

It hit him deep in the chest, so much he was sure it would’ve made him double over, had he been standing. A soft smile crept its way onto his face and he pulled you down to kiss him again. Your hands traveled under his shirt, and the kiss was back. 

“I love you too,” he mumbled against your lips. You pulled back and tried not to notice how beautiful you looked with swollen lips and smushed lipstick, but it was pretty hard not to. “So fucking much.”

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Sunflower : ̗̀➛ Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Mitchell!Reader

Summary: Bob Floyd was head over heels for you from the moment you met. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him. But Hangman knew just how to get under people's skin, too well sometimes, and sometimes frustration hits a boiling point when the people you don't want to hurt are standing in the way.

Warnings: fluff, some angst, established relationship, language, Hangman acting like an ass, female reader

Word Count: 3,771 words

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Pete “Maverick” Mitchell always had one rule for his daughter: no dating any Military men, or ladies, until he was dead. You’d always found the rule dumb, but your dad was firm on it. He knew what those men were like, he used to be one of them himself, part of the reason he ended up with a daughter of his own. Though he’d spend your entire life reminding you that you were the greatest gift the world had ever given him, and that’s why he was so protective with his different rules as you grew up.

You adhered to them for a long time…until Bob Floyd came along.

Maverick had just been called back to Top Gun for the first time in years, and while he was excited and terrified to come back, he was excited at the prospect of seeing you. You’d chosen to attend the University of California at San Diego, and loved the city so much you’d settled in it after graduation and never left. Living in a city, surrounded by Military men at every corner, and through the years you’d obeyed your father’s rule and steered clear of them all.

You could remember the first time you met Bob as if it had been yesterday. A text from Bradley Bradshaw, a man you’d grown up to see as practically your blood brother, telling you to meet him down at the Hard Deck. That was news to you, that he was even back in the States in the first place, but you also knew it meant he was most likely here on a mission.

“There’s my favorite girl!” Bradley had whooped out the second he’d finished his song on the piano, the rest of the bar going back to their own conversations as the jukebox was plugged back in. He’d practically jumped off the piano bench, rushing forward to bring you into a hug, lifting you up with a spin as you laughed, hitting his shoulder lightly. “Would you believe me if I told you you’re my favorite part of coming back to the States?”

“Absolutely not one bit, Brad-”

“Hate to interrupt…but who’s she, Rooster?”

You pulled back from your brother, shooting a friendly smile toward what you could tell by their uniforms were other Navy fighter pilots gathered around the piano, watching you both curiously. Bradley threw an arm over your shoulders, giving it a squeeze.

“This right here is my infamous Sunflower-”

“You eat ONE of those as a child and get a stupid nickname-”

“I’ve told you guys about her before, practically my little sister,” he pointed off at the rest of his friends, listing them off. “That’s Mickey, otherwise known as Fanboy and Reuben, also known as Payback. That right there is Phoenix, but when I talk about her with you I just call her Natasha. We’ve got Jake, more well-known as Bag- sorry, I mean Hangman. And that’s Bob.”

You raised an eyebrow, gaze fixed on Bob questioningly as you realized Bradley wasn’t continuing his introductions.

“Just Bob?”

The man in question seemed to get flustered a bit, trying to speak and not seemingly able to find the words as his cheeks flushed.

“Uh, well, you know-”

“We just use Bob as his callsign too,” it was Hangman that spoke up, clapping a hand on Bob’s shoulder that seemed like it was in mock support. “Baby-On-Board seemed pretty spot-on to call him.”

Your face dropped, already understanding why your best friend seemed to bristle at the entire existence of Jake Seresin. You crossed your arms, shooting the man a pointed look.

“At least babies are cute. They also probably don’t leave their wingmen out to dry, if your own callsign is anything to go off of,”

The howling laughter of the entire group brought a smile to your face, including the look on Hangman’s face that clearly showed he’d been knocked down a peg by your words alone. You took the lapse in conversation to lock eyes with Bob again, sending him a smile and a sly wink.

He wouldn’t admit it, but Bob was head over heels for you from then on.

The team didn’t think they’d be seeing you around that often after that night, until they learned you were Maverick’s daughter. You might not have been on base with them all day, every day, but every second they weren’t on base you were with them all, ingrained with them like one of the family.

Nights at the Hard Deck, beach days learning to work together as a team in preparation for a mission, or the few days some of them managed to get off early enough to swing by and say hello to you at work. You spent all of your time with them, and those Navy fighter pilots had quickly become your best friends.

Many of them, mainly Fanboy and Hangman, had tried to get your number multiple times, to no avail. They were either stopped by Rooster’s protective gaze on you, your own father’s murderous look he’d shoot them, or a simple and polite no from you every single time. Natasha was the only one who got your number.

Bob didn’t think he stood a chance either, having overheard Rooster talking about how your father had a rule for you about dating Military men as it was, so he never tried. That’s why it surprised him so much when you’d walked up behind him at the Hard Deck one night, plucking his phone straight from his hands when no one was looking and typing in your phone number without another word.

Phoenix was the one who noticed more than others, given that Bob was her WSO. How every single time they weren’t up in the air training for the uranium mission, or being lectured back on the ground, he was buried in his phone with a smile and a blush on his cheeks. Or the way he disappeared from the base the second he was allowed to, or how you both seemed to always be around one another now wherever you all were hanging out at.

The bird strike was the first time you’d accepted that maybe you were on the verge of breaking your father’s single rule he had for you your entire life.

Maverick knew how close you’d become with the entire team, and called you the second he could to inform you of the accident. You were already in your car and on your way to the base before your father had told you he’d gotten special permission from Cyclone to let you on base.

You’d practically flew into Natasha’s arms the second you caught sight of her in the medical wing, asking her a thousand times if she was okay and checking her over. Once you’d backed out of her arms and set your sights on Bob, you could feel the overwhelming urge to cry overtake you. You’d stepped into his arms in an instant, burying your head in his neck as you began to cry, and Bob didn’t stop holding you until the tears subsided.

It was right before the Uranium mission where your relationship with Bob changed in an instant.

You were already worried sick, knowing your father was now leading the mission. You’d gotten a text directly after from Rooster informing you that you dad would be leading the mission, followed by one from your father himself to announce it. A bunch of texts streamed in, but you couldn’t bother to answer them as the nauseous feeling inside of you only grew. That pit in your stomach grew bigger as you realized that your father and Bradley’s lives weren’t the only ones you were overly concerned about, but Bob’s too.

You’d sequestered yourself for the rest of the day, ignoring texts from everyone as you realized that what you felt for Bob went entirely past platonic feelings. It was the next day when you’d opened your front door after the doorbell rang to Bob standing there in his Navy dress whites. You didn’t say a word to him, and he didn’t say a word to you either, the pair of you simply colliding in the middle in a kiss that had the rules you’d followed all your life long forgotten.

“Maverick is going to kill me for this,” he’d practically moaned out through kisses as you gripped onto the back of his neck, pulling him back in every time he pulled away for even a second.

“Good, means he’ll keep you alive during the mission to kill you after,” Bob had finally gotten you to stop chasing after his lips, pulling back to see the tears slowly streaming down your face as he gently wiped them away. “Just come back to me…all of you.”

“I promise, Sunflower,”

This wasn’t the first time your father had been on deployment. You’d had plenty of friends over the years in the military, too. This was far from the first time you’d ever dealt with people you care about throwing themselves into the line of fire and risking their lives. But this time, it held a new weight to it.

You were at the forefront of Bob’s mind the entire mission. The moment Maverick called his name alongside Phoenix’s own, his first thought was of you. Of the prettiest girl he’d ever laid eyes on, the girl who had carved out a space in his heart in such a short amount of time, who’d he’d never thought he’d have a chance with, waiting at home for him. For him, her father, and her best friends. He thought of his own family, his parents and his siblings too, but you’d crept right up in there with them at the forefront of his mind.

It was you he thought about as he frantically called out signals for Phoenix when they’d rounded coffin corner. It was the dread he felt of having to tell you that your father and the man you considered your brother were both most likely dead the second the remaining Daggar squad had landed back on the ship. Then, it was like a weight lifted off his shoulders the second they landed back in safety with the rest of the team in that beat of F-14, knowing he could keep his promise to you.

The second the team was back in the states and touching ground on land, you’d been waiting with tears in your eyes for all of them. Maverick’s arms were the first you flew into, your father holding you as tightly as humanly possible, before he let Bradley join in on the group hug too.

“Is the cry fest over here done?” Hangman had called out, the rest of the team joining you all as they smiled at the sight of you wrapped in a bear hug of two of your favorite men. Hangman held out his arms, wiggling his fingertips. “Can’t the rest of the team get hugs here, Sunflower?”

You had pushed your way out of the hug and in Hangman’s direction, but his smirk fell when you’d simply brushed past him and threw yourself into Bob’s arms, tugging his lips back to yours, craving the feeling you’d already become addicted to. Bob could feel his cheeks instantly flush with the heat of the public display of affection, of knowing who was watching, but it was worth it for that moment with you.

Jake, Reuben, Mickey, and Bradley’s jaws all collectively dropped as they watched the interaction before them, while Natasha only held a small smirk on her lips, knowing her suspicions were confirmed. The group had all turned back to Maverick, collectively fearing for Bob’s own safety. They may have been more shocked to see a genuine smile of pure affection and love on the fighter pilot's lips.

That night, surrounded by everyone you’d come to love so dearly in the Hard Deck over well-earned beers, Maverick had quickly bestowed his blessing on the pair of you.

“If she’s going to ignore my lifelong rule and date a Military man…I’m glad it’s you, Floyd,” Maverick had clapped a hand down on his student’s shoulder, giving him a pointed look. “Break her heart, though, and the push-ups are going from 200 to 300. Daily.”

Those moments all seemed like ages ago to you, when in reality they’d only been 10 months ago. They’d led to this moment now, as you stepped into the Hard Deck on a busy Wednesday night later than usual because of work, trying to spot your group of pilots in the distance. Thankfully for you, they’d all been assigned to stay at Top Gun for an extended period of time, still learning more and more from Maverick as Cyclone had determined there was much more his top students could learn. For you, that meant having your best friends around every single day.

“Sunflower! How nice of you to join us!” Natasha had called out with a laugh, handing you one of the beers she’d grabbed for you already. You happily took it, clinking the top of your bottle with her own.

“Phoenix, you’re a lifesaver for this,” you’d thanked her, tipping your head back to gulp the alcoholic beverage. “Work was insane today, for no good reason, too!”

“Your father had us doing 200 push-ups every time we failed the flight simulations today,” Fanboy cut in, walking past quickly as he rounded the pool table in front of you both. “Trust me, most of us would kill for your office job right about now. Bet it’s got air-conditioning.”

“Hey, you guys want to handle company-wide presentations, be my guest. I don’t mind passing that off,” you watched Payback and Fanboy’s pool match for a moment, turning back to Phoenix at your side. “Is my boy hiding around here somewhere? He didn’t answer my text earlier when I said I was on my way.”

“Oh, you mean dark and stormy?” you lifted an eyebrow at her words as Natasha let out a soft laugh. “Hangman was being extra…Hangman today, if you will. Really was digging in on him all day, could hear him grumbling from the backseat of the jet after every comment.”

“Let me guess, Jake is still on his ass even now, after hours?”

“Last I saw, he had him crowded in a booth with Bradley across the room,”

You clinked your bottle with hers one more time before turning on your heel.

“Guess that my queue to go save him!”

Bob Floyd was having the worst day of his life, and it was thanks to Hangman. Don’t get it twisted, he really did love Jake, he was one of his brothers after everything that had gone down on the Uranium mission. This job can bind you wth people for life, and it has for them. Today, though, Hangman was just being so…classic Hangman.

“No, seriously, I think if you’d just given me a little more time I could have had Sunflower wrapped around my finger instead,” Jake commented with a laugh, taking another sip of his beer as he shot a smirk across the table at Bob, seeing his friend’s grip on his own beer bottle tighten. “Oh come on, Baby-On-Board, lighten up! It’s just jokes! Though we’ve got to admit, her and I would be one gorgeous couple.”

“Yeah, so funny,” Bob mumbled to himself as Bradley gripped onto Hangman’s shoulder, shoving him out of the booth and promising Bob he’d go distract him for a bit up at the bar. The second they were gone, Bob was rubbing at his eyes under his glasses, frustration rolling off of him in waves.

He could deal with the Baby-On-Board comments all day long, the snide comments throw his way as he worked his way through Maverick’s 200 push-ups. Hell, he could deal with the four-eyes jokes too. Did they get on his nerves? Absolutely. Was he at his breaking point today? Also yes. What sent him over the edge every time, without fail, was jokes about you.

It didn’t matter that you’d been together almost a year, that you’d been the first one to utter ‘I love you’ to him at three in the morning as you’d laid together in his bed, his insecurities never really went away, they were just satiated for periods. It was when Jake chose to remind him that you were, in fact, way out of his league that they came crawling back to the surface.

“Now, what’s my handsome pilot doing over here all alone?”

It was your voice in his ear suddenly, hands winding around his shoulders and fingers digging into his muscles as you leaned over the back of the booth, hugging him to you. Normally, Bob would be like putty in your hands, falling back into your touch and your words as every ounce of stress left him simply because he was in your presence. Today, though, his shoulders stayed tense as Hangman’s constant jeers and jabs from the last few hours floated around his head.

“Regretting leaving my house,”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling the way Bob’s shoulders tensed up instead of relaxing into you, and slid your way around the bench so that you were sitting beside him. You craned your neck to try and get a look at his face, but Bob refused to look at you, the stress of the entire day on the verge of breaking over the surface.

“Come on, baby, what’s wrong-”

“Why don’t you ask Hangman?”

The question caught you absolutely off guard as you pulled away from your boyfriend slightly in confusion.

“Jake? The hell does he have to do with this?” when Bob didn’t answer you, you only continued. “Phoenix said he was giving you shit today, is that what this is about?”

“He thinks if you didn’t end up with me, you’d be with him. You’d be some perfect, gorgeous couple,”

“And what, you believe him?”

“I don’t hear you denying it,”

That was the moment that Bob decided to finally look at you, and he felt every ounce of frustration leave his body as he was racked with guilt and regret immediately.

“Wow. Okay, Bob,”

“No wait, baby-” he tried to place his hand on yours, but you’d already ducked out of the booth and stood beside it.

“No, you’ve made your point,” you refused to look at him now, and Bob close his eyes for a moment, knowing he’d fucked up. “I get it, Hangman can be a dick, but I chose you, Bob. If I wanted him, I’d have picked him, but I’ve only ever wanted you, and I chose you. I don’t care how much of a dick he was today, insinuating that isn’t cool.”

Bob knew you well enough to know that with the way you went storming out of the Hard Deck, chasing after you right now wouldn’t be the greatest idea in the world. It was at that moment that Jake and Bradley came back to the table, Jake whittling at the sight of you storming away.

“Ooooo, trouble in paradise?”

“For once, Hangman, please shut the fuck up,”

If you thought yesterday was a long day at work, nothing compared to the day after your disastrous Hard Deck night. You hadn’t texted Bob a single time, nor him you, even though you wanted to.

You let out another sigh to yourself as you stood at the copy machine in the office, rubbing at your under eyes. In hindsight, you felt that you had overreacted to the conversation last night, and you weren’t sure how to apologize to Bob for it. He’d had a long day, and so had you, and it simply had all culminated in that moment that anything could’ve set someone off.

“Hey,” you turned your head to see one of your coworkers, Jessica, standing at the doorway of the printer room you were in. She nodded her head in the direction of your office. “Someone is waiting in your office for you, by the way. Navy boy by the looks of it.”

You’d left the project on the printer in front of you, immediately walking back down the hallways in the direction of your office. You knew immediately who it was waiting for you, and it brought a small smile to your face as you turned through the door of the office.

Bob was standing directly by your desk with a small, almost timid smile, a bouquet of flowers in his hands as he took a step toward you, you taking one toward him as well.

“Hi,”

“Hi,” you answered, stepping up to him, just a foot away. You took a glance down, seeing him still decked out in his flight suit, straight from the base. “Aren’t you supposed to be on an F-18 right now?”

“Maverick was nice enough to give me the rest of the day off,” he commented, albeit sheepishly as he looked to the side for a moment. “After…the 300 or so push-ups he made me do.”

“Might be my fault there, he called me this morning once he got to base wanting to know about the ‘Hard Deck’ gossip that Rooster was talking about. Sorry,”

“You don’t have to apologize, I should be the one apologizing,”

You took the moment to glance down at the flowers in his hands, a smile growing. White tulips, a common symbol for apologies. Red roses, of course, representing love.

A single sunflower. The symbol of adoration and loyalty. You took the bouquet from him, inhaling the scent with a grin on your lips that he mirrored.

“They’re beautiful,”

“So are you,” Bob took the bouquet from you, placing it on top of the desk behind you both before taking your face in his hands. “I love you. You are, quite literally, the best thing that had ever happened to me, Sunflower. I shouldn’t have let him get in my head, and I shouldn’t have said what I did last night-”

“I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did,” you cut in, hands placed over the top of his own as you gazed up at him. “We were both frustrated, that’s all. You just have to remember that I chose you, because I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he’d simply responded. “I’ll always love you.”

Just like that day he’d shown up on your doorstep in those dress whites, words weren’t needed between you both to simply collide together in a passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of love’d felt for this man since the moment you’d met him into it.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Damian: I don't want to be Robin forever, I don't want to move into other names and roles either! I... I want to be a doctor... like grandfather.

Alfred: *beaming with pride* Oh that's excelent, Master Damian! I'm so glad to see someone in this family actually following late Master Wayne legacy. Thomas would be so proud.

Bruce: *discretly tearing up* Yeah, that's... that's... great, just great, chum. I'm very very proud.

Damian, who is inspired by Thomas but at the moment was actually refering to Ra's: Yes, reading and just hearing all those stories about granfather Thomas made me admire him a lot.

Damian who still feels like he can't talk about the other side of his family. Who still feels like talking about happy moments or how despite everything his mother and grandfather loved him and did their best to make him happy or about the things he still admires about them will take away his place at the Waynes, will grant him eyes full of either pity or fearfull concern. Damian who knows his grandfather is evil and his mother is complicated, who choose a different path and who is starting to understand that being pushed to the path Talia and Ra's wanted was bad for him and unhealthy, that kids shouldn't be assassins (but should kids be Robins?). Damian who himself still has hatred and anger for Ra's but also who still has love and admiration. He got his love for animals from them, Ra's love for life. Damian who fundamentally still wants to be a Wayne very much but wishes being a Wayne didn't meant he had to give up on being an Al Ghul. Who wishes he could talk about them. Damian who admires Thomas Wayne and all the stories he heard about him but who was raised by the Al Ghuls, who heard about a santifield version of a healer grandfather and saw a demonized version of one. It was Ra's who bandaged him and Talia. Damian who is doing it for the Waynes. For these people he never got to met and wishes so much he had. Damian who is doing it for the Al Ghuls. For a mother who started wanting to be a doctor before wanting to run away and violence and cooportativism took it out of her, for a grandfather who is far from perfect but who always helps his own people.

Who wanted to be safe to talk about his first home with the people he loves the most. Who is terrifield that being inspired by Ra's will meant he doesn't belong with them.

Damian who didn't even lied. Who got the hugs and support. Damian who does not know why he is upset.