#SHE WAS SO ANGRY AND THEN ALSO SO SAD AND THEN SHE WAS JUST DOING HER BEST AND SHE KNEW SHE WAS DYING AND AAAAAAAAAA

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We Only See Each Other At Weddings & Funerals

Ex!Spencer Reid x Lamontagne!Fem!Reader

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 18x03 CRIMINAL MINDS: EVOLUTION ‼️ you have been warned!!

Summary: When your brother dies suddenly, your ex shows up to support you at his funeral. And you’re left wondering maybe if you two are worth trying again.

Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: oh where to begin- ‼️ MAJOR SPOILERS FROM SEASON 18 OF CRIMINAL MINDS: EVOLUTION ‼️ established exes, death and grief and crying, reader being a tough gorl, mentions of the prison arc, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of divorce, minor mentions of S13 and S15, lack of communication, reader left spencer a note when she left, lowkey mommy issues, angst angst angst, sadness, reader breaks down, spencer and reader have a talk, spencer and reader are also still in love with each other, kind of an open ending

Author’s Note: hey lovelies! consider this my comeback of sorts- i was inspired after last week’s episode 🤭 and this just came to be! shoutout to @thegloryofliterature emme, my wifey— for helping me with the idea AND the title hehe and thank you to @cerisereids belle, for proofreading this for me, don’t know where i’d be without you, love! 😘 anyways, pls enjoy this (or not because it is angst— also angst written by me is always tugging at the heartstrings so SORRY) i love you all <33

Never ever did you think this day would happen so fast. You’d hoped that maybe it’d be in the far, far future. Where you were old and grey and that it’d be in his sleep. And hopefully, you’d be right behind him in that bracket— maybe within a few years. But never ever did you think that you’d be here for your own brother’s funeral.

Will was still so young, still needed to be there to raise his boys, to spend so many more years happy with his wife and his family. He was your older brother by a few years and getting that phone call nearly destroyed you when you got it.

You don’t even remember where you were, just that you answered JJ’s call and she’d told you right then and there. You almost didn’t believe her, but JJ would never ever lie about something like that. Especially regarding your brother. You’d almost passed out hearing the news, remembering how JJ once told you that she’d frozen when she saw her sister’s body in the bathroom. You felt as if you reacted very much the same way.

It was a rare thyroid aneurysm— he’d collapsed in the kitchen at home and died shortly afterwards. You’d known about his health issues, but you knew that he was in the clear. He was seeing an oncologist, he was doing the checkups. He was being careful.

And today was the day of the funeral— you’d tried your best to hold it together, for JJ and the boys. They really needed someone right now and your mother certainly wasn’t helping. Since finding out that Will had health issues and being angry at you and JJ for letting Will keep it from her— she was making things more complicated than they needed to be.

You honestly had more things to worry about than her— like your brother’s funeral, for starters. You had no time for her shenanigans and childish antics, you’d much rather focus on the boys and JJ.

It’s times like these where you wished Spencer was here. He was your ex-husband of eight years. You’d met him at JJ and Will’s wedding all those years ago and well, you two just hit it off. You understood his hours, you understood how his job was important and work always came first. And you understood, deciding your career was just as important as his— you’d followed your brother’s footsteps, as well as your late father’s.

Eventually, you two got married and you moved in with him and you guys were happy.

But then prison happened. He was arrested for a crime he didn’t commit. But he’d spent a long and painful three months and it nearly destroyed him. You were there every step of the way. Even after when he got back and went through those night terrors and staying up all hours of the night with him.

But luckily, you’d had good news for him to look forward to when he got back from there. You were pregnant— nearly four months along. You’d held on for so long for him, giving your all and trying to keep him satisfied but no matter how much he said he was happy with the outcome, you could tell in his eyes he was scared.

Your rough patch continued, but you both faked your ways through it. You would do anything to keep him here with you, to be happy with you. And eventually, you guys would be how you were before, right?

If only you didn’t have the miscarriage.

You were utterly devastated. How could you miss someone you never met? Just two days prior of the miscarriage, Spencer was beginning to come out of his shell, talking to the baby for hours that day.

And somehow, when you lost the baby— it made him so close yet so far from you. You were in bed for weeks afterward. And he left you alone for the most part, afraid to hurt you even more than he had already— from his perspective.

You kept trying after that, surprisingly— but his job was another thing getting in the way of your marriage. He was reinstated after the whole situation with the prison and was supposed to take 30 days off after every case and you had been happy to spend more time with him when you had found out but Spencer seemed to be less than thrilled at the news.

You were tired of the same patterns over and over. And then, he was kidnapped by a cult. And that seemed to have been your final straw. You’d gotten into a big argument with him, completely frustrated at the fact that you had found out hours after the fact and that no one had told you a single thing. But Spencer was confused. Why were you making such a big deal about this?

Years ago, you’d talked about this. Communication was key in your relationship and you recognized there was a lack of that as of that moment. And it was then, it seemed like you were looking in the eyes of a total stranger.

You’d gone to bed angry that night and when Spencer woke up that next morning, he woke up to a cold bed, the closet nearly empty and a note on the marble counter.

I’m sorry.

You’d left him the way his father had. The way Gideon had. And he blamed himself for that. This one was on him.

He tried reaching out to you after that. But your phone number had been completely been out of service. Spencer later found out that you had crashed at JJ and Will’s for a few weeks before moving back to New Orleans.

Since then, you and Spencer had not talked. Or seen each other in years. Of course, you’d sent him divorce papers and you’d both signed them, finalizing it and leaving it as it was.

You’d moved on, going back to your old job as a detective at the police station in New Orleans, had a few casual hookups every now and then— but no one ever compared to Spencer. You’d actually loved Spencer. You thought about calling him every now and then, coming close to doing so one Christmas before stopping yourself. He was your person, through and through.

You’d called your brother once in a while, hoping for some scrap of news about Spencer since he and JJ were best friends. But nothing ever came up. Until one day, you’d finally asked.

And that was the day you found out about Max.

His new girlfriend— someone he’d been seeing for just a few weeks. And now you wished you hadn’t asked. He moved on.

And why were you sad about it? This was what you wanted, right? How could he be open to another woman after you? After how he treated you? You’d hoped he licked his wounds clean and you hoped he was happy finally but you wish he’d done it for you. Why couldn’t he do it for you? His wife of eight years? You didn’t ask about him again after that.

Eventually, you missed the city and moved back to DC when your lease ran out. You’d gotten a small studio apartment, keeping to yourself like a creature of habit, not wanting anyone except for close family to know you were back home here.

It was easier, especially knowing Spencer wasn’t working at the BAU as much anymore. So he wasn’t around too much. JJ had mentioned a sabbatical he was taking. A tiny part of you wondered why. What he was doing. But you kept that to yourself.

You’d mostly spent your days off, spending time with your nephews and your brother while JJ was off being a badass. And you were closer to them than ever.

Which was why it was so hard when Will passed. It was sudden. You didn’t prepare for this. It was your father all over again when he died in Hurricane Katrina. As if that wasn’t hard on you already, you had to lose your brother, too.

And as much as your heart ached and how scared and angry you were, you had to keep it together. You couldn’t afford to break down, not here and certainly not now.

You were exposed to the empathy and pity on everyone’s faces, something you were getting used to in these last few days— as much as you hated it. Penelope was probably more of a wreck than you, Emily became a mother figure of sorts— more than your own mother was, at least. Dave was always there if you needed to talk, everyone supported your family in every way. Just not the one that mattered the most to you.

Last you heard, Emily had told him about your brother. And he’d sent flowers. But that was it.

Eventually, Tara had come into the church, telling you your mother was still refusing to come inside and that you were the only person who hadn’t tried to get her to come in and to give it a try. With a deep sigh, you prepared for your mother’s antics and hoped she wouldn’t make a big fuss over this but it was your mother. You knew her better than anyone. And right now, she was your only person in your family still alive.

You walked outside, walking towards her as she remained seated on the bench she parked herself at, chin held high and that smug look on her face. You always hated that look. You crossed your arms as you approached her and stopped in your tracks, looking at her and it was funny, because she was barely looking at you.

“They told me you were still out here,” You spoke, the breeze flowing through— the silence of the wind more louder than the silence with your mother. You were tired of this, fighting with her like you had your whole life. You just wanted this day to be over already and with her acting the way she did, wasn’t any help. Rolling your eyes and poking your tongue into the inside of your mouth, you sigh— “Mama, I don’t wanna fight with you today, will you just come into the church?”

Connie silently shook her head and honestly, you were getting fed up. “Mama, you are not the only person that lost somebody today. It hurts and I know it does but you not going in there, dishonors Will’s memory and you’re just being childish. Like you always are.”

“Now, you’re starting to sound like JJ there.” Connie finally speaks. “You have no idea what I am going through. You have no idea how hard this is. To lose your child.” Oh, you knew just as well as she did what it was like to lose a child. You never told your mother about your miscarriage. The only person you did tell was JJ, since she’d gone through the same thing and she was the only person that understood.

You bit your tongue, wanting to tell your mother how wrong she was for this, how childish she was being. But you didn’t want to yell outside of a church and you didn’t want anyone to hear so instead, you shook your head. “Well, when you’re ready to get your head out of your ass, you will come in there and be there for your son. Because you know just as well as anybody that Will would want you there. So, come in, don’t come in— I could give less of a shit.” You wave a hand dismissively at her, walking away before she can even get a word in.

Walking back towards the church, you’re at the entrance and you take a moment to get yourself together when you feel eyes on you. You’re not sure what compels you to turn around but you do anyways. And you’re not sure if maybe your eyes are deceiving you or maybe you’re having some kind of psychotic break due to the death of your brother. That would be a better explanation than seeing Spencer Reid standing right there.

For a moment, you wipe your eyes and blink because maybe there is a possibility you are seeing things. After a few blinks, nope — he’s real. And he’s just as shocked to see you standing right there. Maybe not shocked, I mean, Will was your brother. Or maybe a little stunned, seeing you right here. And so soon, before he can even enter the church.

You both stand and stare at each other in disbelief. Your heart is beating out of your chest, dropped down to your stomach, you’re frightened— like a child on the first day of school. Of all days, for him to show up. You felt like you were dreaming. You had to have been, right? This was all just one big dream or nightmare you were living in. It had to have been, right?

And suddenly, he’s walking closer to you and it feels less of a dream now. He still looks the same as he once did in the past. You felt like you’ve aged five years in five days— meanwhile, he still looks the same as he did when he turned thirty. He still wears that same dopey purple scarf, that’s been torn and gotten smaller and thinner since the last twenty years he’s used it. His hair is still crazy and you wonder if he has mismatched socks underneath the suit he’s currently wearing. (The answer will always be yes).

Your heart pounds in your chest, thumping so loudly, you can hear it. Because he’s here— he’s standing in front of you. So far, no words are exchanged between the pair of you. You stare at him, eyes grazing every inch of him. He’s taller than you remember. He’s built more… adult-like, funny enough. Even in his fourties’, he still walks like a tall child.

Your mind floods of memories of when you two were together. Your firsts — first kiss, first date, first time together— then your lasts. Last kiss, last time you spoke, the last time you shared the same bed. Guilt still riddles at you with the fact that you left him in the form of a note. The way his father once had, he was so hurt about it when he once told you. And then for you to do the same? You’d hate yourself if you were him. You wouldn’t hold it against him if he had bad blood with you.

You open your mouth finally— “A-Am I… Am I dreaming?” It’s silly, the way that that’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth seeing him. You wondered what your first words would be to each other if you were to see each other again. Would he tell you to fuck off? Would he ignore you and walk in the other direction?

Who were you kidding? Spencer had enough class to not do this the day of your brother’s funeral. The person you were the closest to besides him for a long, long time.

“No, you’re not.” Spencer tells you softly and you stare at him, vision blurring but you try and hide it from him. He was the only person you felt the most vulnerable with. And now, he was here— on one of the worst days of your life.

You brought him inside of the church, met with JJ, Michael and Henry as JJ was helping with Michael’s suit. Henry was the first to see his godfather, nudging his head along as he told his mom— “Told you he’d come.”

JJ looks at her son, not bothering to look in your direction as she asks— “Who?” Henry nudged his head again and this time, JJ turned and was met with Spencer — standing next to you. She was just as flabbergasted as you, eyes blinking like you’d done, too.

“Spence…” Spencer moved forward as he went to give JJ a heartwarming hug. “You came.” You walk towards them as Michael and Henry say their hellos to their godfather and you stand behind as they hug in a group. You find yourself, pulling back from tearing up once more.

Eventually, Spencer excuses himself to go and find his seat in one of the aisles. JJ keeps a close eye on you— knowing it was most likely hard for you to see him again. But you kept a brave face, she gave you the credit for that.

You walked arm in arm with her down that aisle— Henry on your side and Michael on hers. You continued to keep your brave face on. As much as you were dying inside.

You sat in front of the BAU team— Dave, Emily, Penelope and newly joined Spencer beside Penelope— Spencer sitting directly right behind you. You felt his stares the whole time as everyone shared their stories and moments celebrating Will. You couldn’t even focus as Penelope shared her story of how Will asked her to let him help her move into her apartment— that was how your brother was. Sweet as he was.

Soon enough, it was your turn. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you held your paper of what you wanted to say in your hands. You take a deep breath as you stand up at the pew— looking down at your brother’s casket before looking up towards your audience. You almost wished your mother was here. But you knew better.

Looking down at your paper, you clear your throat— praying your voice wouldn’t sound as hoarse as it has been the last few days due to crying. You look down at your paper and examine your writing. Did you even mean any of these words? Were these even your words? You take a sharp breath before deciding to fold up the paper and look towards everyone.

“I remember when Will and I were little,” You start to go off-script. You had no idea where you were going with this, but it certainly had to be better than what you wrote down. “Uh, we used to live near a park. He and I would go on the swings and he’d push me and I’d push him. And one day, I fell off the swings, as I would— and I scraped my knee pretty bad. And Will, being the caring older brother he was— helped patch up my knee and even kissed it better. I think that describes the type of person he was.”

You look down at your hands before shaking your head. “I am just… so… angry.” You turn to his casket as you continue to keep holding on for the sake of everyone watching you. Spencer stares up towards you. You look so different now, you were the same but you were so different at the same time. Your exterior was guarded, more so than before he even started dating you.

Part of him wondered if maybe he should’ve even shown up today. He debated it over and over in his head. He didn’t want to stress you even more out than how you were before. You just lost your brother, and he had lost you a long time ago. He didn’t want to tear up old wounds. But the other part of him knew he had to be there. For JJ. For the boys. And for you. No matter what happened in the past, no matter what you gone through— he still loved and cared for you deeply. And he’d always be there, no matter what.

“Will, you were the best brother I could ever have. I knew one day I’d outlive you but I didn’t think it’d be this soon. It shouldn’t have been this soon.” You blink a few tears away. It really shouldn’t have been this soon. “You still have boys to take care of. You still have me to take care of. How could you leave like this? You were supposed to still be here.” Your voice catches in your throat and you feel a presence behind you. “I hate you.” You shut your eyes. “But I love you… and I hope that… wherever you are… you’re not hurtin’ anymore.”

Finally, you turn but you don’t see the person you thought it would be. That person being Spencer. But instead, your mother— who has finally decided to come in here and be the parent you wanted her to be all along during this whole thing. She holds your hand, assuring to you that you are not alone in this. That she is here. And that the moral of the story is that you’ve both lost someone that was important in both of your lives.

During JJ’s speech, the eyes linger on you. His eyes. You were still keeping it together, what was that? Spencer had known you to be a very emotional person— in all the years that he’s known you, you were. Maybe after your breakup, you’d had no tears left to cry.

He kept his distance as you walked out into the cemetery, arm in arm with your mother— as they laid Will’s body to rest. Even then, you still had dry eyes.

You stayed there.

Even when your mother left.

Even after your nephews did.

Hell, even after Spencer walked JJ back to the car, you were still there. And he wondered if you were ever going to move.

Then, there was a moment where you thought you were alone. You stood in front of the grave, numb to all of the events from the last few days. This didn’t feel the same as losing your dad when he did in Hurricane Katrina. This didn’t feel the same as when your pet hamster, Wubzy, died when you were eight. This death… was the hardest one you were ever going to face in your life, it seemed. No, nothing compared to this.

Although it very much felt like you were alone, you weren’t. Not really.

“I thought you left.” You spoke out loud.

You waited for silence. He couldn’t have been waiting there, behind you.

“I didn’t.”

Spencer’s voice echoed through the breeze and you stood still as you felt him gaining closer behind you. And when you finally turned around, he was at least six inches away from you. You looked up at him and took a small sigh.

“Will’s dead.” You stated, like you were coming to terms with it. You tried to take a breath again. You didn’t want Spencer to see you break. But you’d remembered something. He was the one person who saw you break over and over again. He was always there. So, when you looked him in the eyes… truly and completely crushed at the fact that your brother was gone— you broke down.

The barrier between pain and suffering had finally broken you down. And all because of Spencer Reid. He’d wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly like he remembered you liked when you were upset. You’d always felt safe in his arms. You told him that the first time he held you. You sobbed into the lapels of his suit, bawling like no one was watching. And he let you. Like he knew you needed.

Spencer worried the emotional you was gone. But no, you were just being strong for everyone. Like you always had been. You’ve hardened since the last he saw you. But he always knew you put other people above yourself. And sometimes, you forgot— you were only human, too.

And then, he’d stayed with you. The whole time. You’d found a bench nearby and he was your shoulder to cry on. You stayed like that for a while. You had the reception to go to after this, but… they could wait. Right now, they could. You needed this moment to yourself. And frankly, Spencer thought so, too.

He rubbed your back, stayed silent until you were ready to talk. Listened while you tried to talk through your tears. Eventually, you calmed down. And using his shoulder didn’t seem appropriate anymore once you gained the knowledge that you were doing it in the first place.

So, after that, you just sat there in silence— and that was better than anything else. He didn’t say a word, you didn’t either. But you knew you had to say something. I mean, you were married to the guy for five years. You at least owed him some kind of explanation. You hadn’t talked to him in years.

“You didn’t have to… be here, you know.” You tell him, in all honesty. And you didn’t just mean the funeral, you also meant here and now. You didn’t deserve his kindness after everything you did. Completely going AWOL in your marriage, without another word.

Spencer opens his mouth and nods, “I know.” He stated. “But I wanted to be here. For you guys.”

“Then you should be with JJ,” You stood. “She and the boys need you more than I do. And they deserve it more than I do.” Spencer knew what you were talking about the way you left.

When he found that note on the kitchen table the day you left, of course, for some time— he was hurt. He was angry, how could you leave like that without another word? But after time (and therapy) — he understood why you left. Why you couldn’t bring yourself to do face to face. He wasn’t exactly the easiest person to be around at the time. Hell, he would’ve left himself, too after how he treated things with you. How lost he was, how scared he was and how often he took it out on you. You deserved better than that and at the time, he wasn’t it.

Spencer stood behind you, walking towards you, grabbing your hand and making you turn towards him. Eyes locked on one another and never leaving each other’s gazes. “I was never mad at you for leaving.” He admitted. Sure, at one point he was — but what was the point in holding grudges anymore?

You shook your head as the tears brimmed in your eyes again. “I would be,” You said. “I would be mad at me.”

Spencer’s hand moves from yours to the apple of your cheeks. He didn’t regret you. Not for a damn minute. And standing here, right in front of you— opened his eyes once more. He still loved you and he was sorry. Things didn’t work out the first time and maybe they’d never work again but he loved you. He knew that much.

Of course, he didn’t want you to know that. Not today, not this week— certainly not anytime soon until you were ready to hear him. But standing here… with you— brought back everything he washed away instead of dealing with it. He dealt with it by leaving his feelings alone. And now, all of a sudden— everything he knew brought him back to you. Could you have been the missing variable in his life again?

“Y/n,” Spencer looked you in the eyes. “I was going through something I couldn’t wrap my head around at the time. And you were on the receiving end of most of that. I dealt with things… but so did you. Me going to prison, the miscarriage.” You pause at this. It’d been a long time since you thought about the miscarriage. How things fell apart after that. “I wasn’t easy to deal with. I know.”

“I still left.” You argue. You didn’t deserve him treating you with kid gloves— too bad he didn’t agree. “It doesn’t matter now.” Spencer told.

You sniffle, looking up at him— remembering him as he once was. The person you counted on, the person you were married to and wanted a family with. The person you loved— possibly forever.

“I don’t deserve you,” You admit, staring into his eyes. “I don’t think I ever did.”

Spencer tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “You deserve every good thing in the world.” He tells. And he truly means it. He doesn’t want to open up those cans of worms so he seals the lid shut by wrapping his arm over yours so you can hold his arm. He always liked when you clinged to him in the past. And he was probably selfish to say that he still liked it now.

Spencer walked with you, your head resting on his shoulder as you made your way out of the cemetery, saying goodbye to your brother as well as saying goodbye to the pain, shame and guilt you’d had for years before finally talking to Spencer. Well, he mostly talked— you denied receiving anything from him because you felt as if you didn’t deserve it.

One day, maybe you’ll understand why he chose to forgive you. Maybe it was because of the day. Maybe one day, in the long run, he’d blame you. But for now, you could settle for being content— being in a good place with him. Like you yearned for over the years. You missed that. You missed him. And you missed how you two were.

And maybe one day, you’ll find your footing with him again. Maybe you two will get it right this time.

And if not? Well, you would just have to wait and see. And you were fine with waiting.

[m0rkl]

hello sad heacanons beloved

Okay, so I have a headcanon that at some point between when Stan gets kicked out and Ford leaves for college, Ford destroyed the Stan O War in a fit of rage and grief.

But consider... it's just after graduation. Ford gets invited to Carla’s graduation party, he assumes out of pity or an attempt to bully him. For whatever reason, Ford doesn’t really care. He attends anyway.

He’s awkward and shy, so someone tries to gives him a drink. Carla tries to stop him, but Ford thinks that for once maybe he should loosen up and just try to enjoy one final moment with his hometown peers. Of course, this backfires and Ford quickly gets drunk and emotional. He grabs a bottle of alcohol and wanders along the beach to the stan o war. He has a breakdown full of grief and guilt and rage. On the ship he finds Stanley’s old lighter. It’s a shitty one, but he stole it from the shop when they were kids and they always felt so accomplished for not getting caught. It was a thing of pride for Stanley, especially when he used it to light their first cigarette. They had both hacked a lung on their first try, but Stanley got the hang of it quickly enough.

Stanley took up the habit, Ford did not. Stanley didn't seem to know how to let anything go.

Before Ford even knows what he’s doing, he’s throwing the bottle of cheap whiskey at the ship. It shatters like a thunderclap in his ears and the click of the lighter follows. Then in a flash… the ship is ablaze.

Suddenly, Stanford is horrified. What has he done?! He can’t lose this, the last connection to–... To him. He panics, caught in a terrible analysis paralysis of what to do. How does he save the boat? His brother? He can’t.

In the parking lot by the boardwalk, Stanley parks his car in a screeching hurry and scrambles out of the door. He runs, concrete turning to dirty beach sand. 

The boat is on fire.

He’s not close enough to feel the heat of it. But Stan thinks maybe he’s burning up anyway. His last vestiges of family and home were going up in ash. Is that what Ford wanted? To destroy their last connection? Is this his attempt to get even? Ford’s project and future for Stanley’s? But it was more than that. It was them. Stanley turns away.

Below, Carla is running up the beach towards Ford to drag him away from the fire.

Flashback to a week earlier when Carla’s mother found Stanley sleeping in his parked car on the far side of town. She drags him home and insists he stay with them if he has nowhere else to go. Stan is ashamed and feels pathetic, but is also terrified his Pa might catch sight of his car.

Stan and Carla have a heart to heart about their past relationship and think they could be friends now. Stan explains what really happened. She tells him he should try talking to Ford, but obviously Stan says no, being prideful and angry.

So Carla makes a plan. She tricks the two into meeting at the Stan O War with Ford being invited to her party and Stan being told to hang out there for after the party to pick her up. But Ford goes to the Stan O War too early and has his breakdown. Carla drags him away from the fire then looks up to see Stan speeding away. 

She knows she’s never going to see Stanley again. And all she can do is hope that Ford won’t have to suffer the same.

[theonlyonesora]

The Third Rule

Lily x Oscar Piastri x You (Reader)

Chapter 23 - Navy Blue

The timing couldn’t have been worse.

You and Oscar had just finalized the living room layout for your new apartment. It had taken weeks of searching, measuring, disagreeing, and then compromising. The last thing either of you expected was to walk into a boutique furniture store and find them—Lily, Jessy, and Meg—standing just meters away.

The silence that fell between the five of you was loud. Not angry or accusatory—just that cold, hollow kind that only comes from recognition you hoped would never come. Lily looked the same, but different. A little sharper, a little quieter. Jessy and Meg stood protectively beside her.

You hadn’t seen any of them in over a year.

Oscar's hand gently moved to your lower back, steady but subtle. You could feel how stiff he was beside you, like every word he might say could crack the thin glass of this moment.

Then the saleswoman returned, bright and unaware.

“Miss, we saw that we have that navy-blue sofa color available. Are you and your fiancé going to take it?”

The word echoed before anyone could respond.

“Fiancé?” Lily said first, her voice just above a whisper. Her eyes didn't move from Oscar.

You froze. The air shifted.

“Are you getting married?” Jessy asked, eyes darting from your hand to Oscar’s.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. You could only stare at the deep navy fabric the saleswoman was gesturing to, your breath caught mid-chest.

Then Lily spoke again.

“Are you going to marry her after a year?” Her voice cracked at the end, just a little.

Oscar inhaled slowly beside you, his voice calm but filled with a tension he wasn’t trying to hide. “Lily…”

She blinked. “I just want to know, Oscar. One year ago, we were living together. I introduced you. She was my friend.”

Oscar nodded, slowly, painfully. “I know.”

“So you’re really going to marry her?” Meg said now, arms crossed, daring him to answer.

You kept your eyes on the fabric sample. It was easier than watching three pairs of eyes burn into you.

“It wasn’t about time,” Oscar said. “It was never about the timeline.”

Lily's lips parted, but no words came.

Oscar looked down at you, as if asking for permission without words. When you didn’t flinch or pull away, he turned back.

“It was about the feeling. And I didn’t plan for any of this, Lily. I didn’t mean to hurt you. But I love her. I’ve loved her for longer than I understood.”

Lily swallowed hard.

“I didn’t come here to fight,” you said finally, quietly. “We didn’t know you’d be here.”

Jessy scoffed under her breath, but Lily raised her hand gently.

“No. It’s okay.” She met your eyes for the first time, and the pain there was undeniable. But also—acceptance.

“I thought it would take longer for you two to forget me.”

Oscar stepped forward, just slightly. “We didn’t forget you.”

Lily smiled, sad and tired. “Maybe not. But you moved on. And I have to too.”

There was a long pause. Then Meg grabbed Lily’s arm softly, Jessy still quiet but not looking as fierce as before.

“Congrats,” Lily said finally, a little too composed. “I hope the navy matches the life you’re building.”

Then they turned, and left.

The silence left behind was thicker than the one before. You let out a breath only Oscar could hear.

“Still want the navy?” the saleswoman asked, awkward and chipper.

Oscar looked at you. “Do you?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s the right color.”

He smiled faintly and turned back to the woman. “We’ll take it.”

“That was weird,” you said softly, your fingers curling into Oscar’s as the two of you stepped out into the late afternoon sun, the glass doors of the furniture store sliding closed behind you. “It’s been a while since I thought about everything from before.”

Oscar glanced over at you, eyes calm but focused, like he could feel the old memories nipping at the edges of your peace.

“Don’t think about it too much,” he said gently. “It’s been a year. That’s enough time. We’re in a good place—let’s not let the past ruin this for us.”

You smiled faintly, the weight of it all still lingering on your chest, but lighter when he said it like that.

“Yes, you’re right,” you nodded, bumping his shoulder lightly. “We’re getting married. And you’ll probably be a world champion by the end of the year. Nothing could be better.”

He grinned then, that soft, private smile he only ever gave you—the one that reached his eyes. He squeezed your hand tighter, pulling you toward the car parked a few meters away.

But of course… moments like these didn’t happen in a vacuum.

Someone else had been in that store. A couple rows over, behind a display of lamps. Someone who had recognized the tension, the glances, the name. And by the time the navy-blue sofa was paid for and delivered, the internet already knew.

[Twitter/X] @f1insider

So, uh, Oscar Piastri and his fiancée ran into his ex Lily and her friends in a furniture store… and let’s just say it was awkward. 👀👀👀

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🧡 @mclarensgirl: okay but it’s been a WHOLE year… people gotta chill. they’re happy and getting married, let them live.

💬 @speedqueen44: i used to be so mad at them but idk… the way he looks at her? he made a choice. and he stuck to it. that matters.

🔥 @gossipgrid: They ran into the ex and still walked out with a sofa AND their dignity. Power couple behavior tbh.

This time, the tide had turned.

The sympathy wasn’t skewed toward the past anymore. You and Oscar were no longer the story of what went wrong—you were becoming the story of what endured.

Mistakes had been made, yes. But a year had passed. Healing had happened. People saw it now—not just the drama, but the growth. The love.

And for the first time in a long time, the internet agreed:

It was time for everyone to move on.

Are you ready for the end?

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[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

i keep going back to your weird magnet stan thing and my brain made like. a mini au thing for it.

stan, from the moment he was kicked out, keeps stumbling upon anomalies and supernatural entities. its always the first bar he enters in a new town that's run by monsters, or he accidentally breaks into a witches' coven, or he stumbles into a fae ring.

he ends up conning a whole bunch of these communites so much that theres so many posters saying stuff like. Do NOT interact with This Guy. dont even try to feed on him or whatever cuz he'll figure out a way to con you. somehow.

this probably comes to a head when he gets to Gravity Falls and ends up stuck. now hes trapped in Weird Central and every single time he goes out somewhere he ends up discovering something Ford never did. like the first week in he stumbled into the weird monster underground market thing from the comics and then left. and the amount of curses he dodges is so wild.

normal humans encounter 0 anomalies in their life. Strange Magnet Stanley, who encounters 10 thousand anomalies a day, is an outlier adn should not be counted.

oh this is so fun. Stan's like the stray cat/wanted criminal of the supernatural. They can't help but be drawn to him and vice versa, but he's always doing his criminal business and annoying/pissing them off. They love and hate him, and he's just trying to survive and take everything they're willing to give and then some.

Ford would be so angry. Stan's in his house for less than a day and he discovers a previously unknown colony of sentient mold in the bathroom (its very concerned with Fords behavior, and wants him to shower more (for the moisture)), activates three ancient artifacts Ford thought were broken, and somehow drew a wandering unicorn straight to their door and she thought Stan was so sad looking she gave him a cookie and Stan gave her a hair cut when she turned around.

Stan loves/hates it, because he'd like to live a not so dangerous life out here? but also half the time all these encounters save his life or distract whatever else is trying to kill him long enough to escape. Big foot helped him with his car once and then a fairy thought he was a lost kid and gave him directions. Some kind of lake monster scared off the goons chasing him then told him he was making a ruckus and it was way too late at night.

[aelxnox]

Abby Andersonxmascreader who cant be intimate emotionally or physically—so abby tries to pull it out of them with surprise kisses and hugs or something, they work it out :) fluff please or smut or whatever idc LOVE THE THEME

FREE ME

praising, fluff, smut, traumas, body worshipping, crying, slow intimate sex, masc!reader. A/N: i apologise in advance if u find the smut part shit because i felt slightly vulnerable writing this.

"Come on, baby, just give me a hug." Abby whined behind you. She just came back home from work and you were cooking dinner when she tried to pull you in a hug.

Of course, you refused. You gave her a peck on the cheek and told her that that was it. Just that one kiss that didn't even last for more than two seconds.

Abby, being the ever so clingy girlfriend that she is, complained and keot asking you to give her just more than a kiss.

"No. I gave you a kiss. What more do you want from me?" you groaned and turned to face her. Your eyebrows were furrowed, tone annoyed, and hand gripping the spatula tight that caught Abby's eyes.

Her shoulders slumped, her head slightly hung low as you continued to angrily glare at her.

You groaned and rubbed your temple when you noticed her change of demeanour. "What now?" you snapped, tongue clicking as you watched Abby sulk infront of you.

Silence.

She kept quiet. Her breathing is slow, posture slumped, and fingers fidgeting with each other. Then she finally spoke, "I feel like.. you don't love me."

Your eyes widened, and for a moment—your angry expression faltered. But it quickly came back. You let out a heavy sigh and turned around to turn off the stove before facing her again.

"What are you talking about?" you asked. Your voice was cold, it was calm. As if you were trying to suppress your bubbling anger.

Abby's head slowly looked up, her eyes feigning sadness when they met yours. "You never tell me you love me. You never hug me longer than thirty seconds, you barely kiss me. You-" she stopped and bit her lip.

"You never make me feel loved."

You froze, a lump forming in your throat when you saw tears well up in her eyes. You were speechless. You knew what to say. You knew what you wanted her to hear.

You just don't know how to say it.

"I-.. I'm sorry." you whispered, your eyes drifting down to the tiled floor. You couldn't bare to look at her in the eyes. Those sad eyes.

Abby stared at you, tears starting to spill from her eyes. She slowly stepped towards you and reached out her hand to caress your face.

"I know our relationship is just new. But I love you. And I'm not forcing you to say it back, I-.. I just want you to make feel it." she choked out, her breath wavering when she finally told you how she felt.

A year. She waited a whole year for you. Endured the pain, the sting, the clenching ache in her chest every time you avoid her. But now, she finally built up the courage to voice out her thoughts. To let you know how much she's been hurting.

And all you could do was gaze back and forth between her eyes. You didn't know what to tell her. How to ease the pain she's been feeling.

So you held the hand that was on your face, your head leaning closer to hers. Abby let out a sigh. This was the first time that you were the first to initiate physical contact.

"I'm sorry." you whispered.

Abby shook her head. "No, no. Don't be sorry. I just wanted you to know how I felt, baby, that's all. Please don't say sorry." she cried, her tone pleading and guilty.

You nodded, hands reaching up to cup her face. "Okay, okay. It's okay." you smiled. You pulled away to look at her tear-streaked face, your breath hitching at her pained expression.

She might have hidden her pain from you, but you were also hiding something from her. Something from your past that you can't seem to let go. The one that you kept holding onto to. The one you thought is going to keep you locked in a cage forever.

And no one could ever save you out of it.

But maybe you're wrong. Maybe there is someone who could help you escape. Help you let go. Help you heal what was broken. Someone who would stay and make you forget about that tragedy.

And maybe, that someone is Abby.

"Can we sit down? I wanna tell you something." Abby nodded, her usual smile finally appearing. "Okay."

The both of you made your way out of the kitchen and towards the living room. Your fingers were intertwined that made Abby's heart leap in joy.

You slowly sat down on the couch, Abby then followed to sit beside you. "Okay.." you breathed, your nerves shaking as you prepared yourself for what you were about to tell her.

Abby watched and patiently waited, her thumb rubbing circles on your hand. "Take your time."

You smiled at her gesture, your height still towering her figure despite her being tall and the two of you sat down.

"Okay.." you took a deep breath, your smile faltering. "Uh.. before I met you, I was in a really really bad relationship." you chuckled. But there was no humour to it.

It wasn't funny. You never saw it as something that you could make a joke out of for the sake of hearing other people's laughter, or for making the situation "lighter".

Abby nodded as her silent way of saying "I understand you". She waited patiently as you built up more courage to tell her more. She just sat there. Calm, collected, waiting.

"I was with this girl who I thought loved me. Who I thought cared about me. I was her first ever girlfriend, her first girlfriend to ever 'dress and act' like a man." you continued, your voice wavering as horrible memories flashed before your eyes.

Abby's brows started to furrow and she started to scoot even closer to you, her jaw tightening when she heard the slight tremor in your voice.

"She would always tell me how to act, get upset when I act like a woman. Because I am a woman. And she didn't like that. She didn't like that despite me dressing so masculine, I was still a girl. She didn't like that she had to call me her girlfriend." you swallowed, your eyes finally meeting Abby's. Hers were squinted, teary. Gaze flickering between the cushions and your eyes.

You could sense that she felt guilty even if it wasn't her you were talking about.

And that shattered you. Because she felt like she had gone too far. Pushed you too hard that made you relive your traumas.

"When we were out in public, with her friends, we were a normal couple. But when we were alone, I was just another toy. She would hit me. Tell me to leave her alone, because she doesn't do dykes. She just wanted me for show. She wanted my 'pretty face' for everyone to see. To know that she owned me."

Your tears started rolling down your cheeks. Your chest tightened that made it hard for you to breathe. Abby noticed it and immediately pulled you into a hug, her hand caressing your hair softly as you sobbed in her arms.

"So, I'm sorry that I made you wait. That I made you suppress your feelings for so long. I'm sorry t-that I hurt you. I-.. I'm sorry, baby, I r-really am." you cried out, your voice stammered and panicked as you apologised to Abby.

She only cried even more. Seeing you like this, seeing you fragile and broken hurt her in more ways than you thought. "It's okay, shh.. It's okay, my love. I got you. I understand."

"I'm sorry. I'm f-fucking sorry." you pulled away from the hug, your eyes staring at Abby's face.

You slowly leaned in, caressed her cheek, and crashed your lips against hers.

"Hmm!" Abby moaned in surprise when your tongue entered her mouth, her hands flying up to your hair.

Your tongues danced together, hands roaming around each other's body. You could feel the hunger and yearning burning off of your bodies.

Abby broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips. "I love you. No matter what, I fucking love you."

You nodded, your chest heaving as you desperately pulled her in for another kiss. "I love you too. I love you so much."

Abby nodded, her hands sliding under your tank top—her fingers finding your erect nipples that were straining against your sports bra.

"Take this off." she husked. You nodded your head and helped her take off your clothing piece by piece—her large hands trembling as your smooth skin started to get revealed.

She softly laid you down on the couch, her body hovering over your eyes as she looked down at you with hunger in her eyes.

"You're pretty. So beautiful." she whispered and leaned down to latch her mouth on your nipple, your back arching when you felt her tongue tease the bud.

Abby's hand squeezed your other breast whilst her free hand crawled down towards your heat. "Hmm.. you're soaked." she chuckled.

"Stop.." you whined, your arm covering half of your face when you felt it heat up.

Abby chuckled at your reaction, her hand spreading your legs wider before she slowly dipped her fingers inside your soaking hole.

"Ah!" you moaned, teeth biting your bottom lip when her digits kissed your walls. "Hmm, fuck.. Abby." you breathed out, body twitching at her slow and deliberate pace.

"I love you." she whispered as she slowly left open-mouthed kisses all over your chest and down to your stomach. "You're beautiful."

"Hnngh.. I l-love you too." you whimpered, Abby's fingers curling in your cunt and hitting your spot.

"This gorgeous body is mine, yeah?" she cooed, her thumb pressing down on your clit. "Ahh! Y-yes, fuck yes.. I-It's yours, baby. I'm yours."

Abby smirked against your stomach, her fingers sliding off your cunt slightly before slamming right back into your pussy.

Your eyes rolled when her fingers kissed your spot once more, a knot in your stomach tightening when you felt your orgasm nearing.

"Oh fuck, are you cumming? You gonna cum all over my fingers, hmm?" she groaned, feeling your walls clench around her digits.

You nodded, strands of hair starting to stick to your sweaty forehead. "Y-yeah.. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna f-fucking cum." you groaned.

Abby smiled and captured your lips in a searing kiss whilst her fingers continued to fuck into your pussy.

"Hmm.. hnghh, c-cumming." you choked out, your toes curling when you finally came all over Abby's fingers.

She pulled away from the kiss to watch as you made a mess on her fingers, an amused smile appearing on her face at how much you let out.

"Gorgeous." she chuckled and slowly thrusted into your pussy to help you come down from her high.

"S-stop.. 's too much." you whined. Abby nodded and kissed your forehead as she pulled her fingers out of you, your face wincing at the sudden emptiness.

"You okay?" she whispered, eyes looking down at you with worry.

You looked back up at her and cupped her face in your hands. You could feel your heart beat faster than it did before. You could feel it swell with so much love and affection for the woman on top of you.

The woman who saved you. The woman who helped you get out of that cage. The woman who helped you let go of the rope that was wrapped too tight around your throat.

"Thank you."

[brw]

The degradation of the nuance of Wanda and Magneto's relationship is really sad to me because I found the place they were in in The Vision and the Scarlet Witch V2 incredibly realistic and very mature and the way it has shifted into a much more flat "chosen/found family" thing is really quite depressing and frustrating to me.

Because it is difficult when a parent has been abusive but is making an effort to change, and dealing with keeping your boundaries and doing what's best for you while also trying to be fair to them and their experience and their genuine growth, which only gets more complex once grandchildren are in the mix. There's a very complex balancing act between acknowledging and honouring genuine change and improvement, while also trying to protect yourself. And I found Wanda very bluntly saying that she does not accept him as a father figure, that she will not forgive him, but she would allow him to visit and to be a grandfather to her children a very mature take on that situation, because it's very easy to veer into one extreme of going completely no contact, or to go into complete acceptance, and so I appreciated this kind of take.

Because sometimes parents hurt you in unforgivable, awful ways, that you cannot come to terms with, but you still want your children to know their grandparents, and I really appreciate how this dynamic was handled in this comic. Particularly with how Wanda was allowed to be angry at him, and frustrated, and say that she had the right to be angry and pissed. It certainly feels a far cry from today, and I appreciate they've both grown and changed, but I do mourn the way this relationship was handled by actively centering Magneto's abuse of Wanda and Pietro, but acknowledging his capacity for change too, rather than pretending it never happened or it wasn't that bad.

It also comes across in how Wanda and Vision named the twins; in case people have forgotten, Billy and Tommy are both named after Vision's family. Billy for Simon Williams, Tommy for Phineas Thomas Horton. Wanda and Vision make the decision to honour Vision's side of things, because Wanda does not want to honour Magneto's.

He has hurt her too much to ever get that right, but she still allows him to be there after she birthed the twins. It was just a very considered way of handling things and it's a very real situation I see a lot of people try to deal with and I find it far more compelling than this "chosen family" malarkey which helps nobody but people who have had their minds rotted by "incorrect Magnetofam quotes" or whatever the fuck.

[rekino2114]

I've had this done before and I'd love to see how you'd write it out. Cause I lovecyour writing~

So Tenko is upset because she found out that Himiko's gotten a boyfriend. So, of course, initially she starts off as hostile towards him along with being jealous. Thing is hes unlike most would be in thay situation, especially typical degenerate makes in her mind, he's incredibly patiently with her as well as kind. He even hangs out with her despite her attitude. Unfortunately, all these things end up with Tenko developing a crush... on Himiko's boyfriend.

She is so confused since she doesn't understand why she feels that way and towards a male who's her best friends boyfriend. So she decides to talk to himiko without hinting at that shes got a crush on her BF. Tenko being Tenko ends up accidentally telling himiko in a panick, but himiko is actually fine with it since she's actually known for a looking time just by watching how tenko's been acting. Himiko herself actually offers to bring tenko into the relationship since the reader himself has fallen for tenko but is in denial about it until himiko and tenko talk to him about it.

Tenko crushing on himiko's boyfriend

The moment tenko saw a guy getting close to himiko she was immediately ready to smack him and she was going to do just that before she saw.....himiko kissing you and calling you babe

Her mind short-circuited and she just stood there for a while processing everything until himiko called out to her

"Oh yeah I guess I didn't introduce you, y/n this is tenko my friend, tenko this is y/n my boyfriend"

"Nice to meet-"

"YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!?"

She was actually so angry at you, she thought you were with himiko only to do something terrible to her and somehow managed to trick her into loving you no matter how much her friend told her it wasn't true

Tenko was close to beating you up so many times, basically every time you kissed or even hugged himiko in front of her and the only reason why she didn't was because she knew himiko would be mad at her if she did

And those times when you were alone she didn't hesitate in telling you exactly everything she was gonna do to you if you broke her heart which mostly consisted of threats of using her aikido moves on you

However she started noticing something, you never got angry at her, you never screamed or insulted her despite how many times she did that. You were always so patient and understanding it kinda pissed her off just how nice you were

You were like the opposite of what tenko was scared of when she first met you, you weren't vulgar, you were nice both to her and himiko and from what himiko told her an absolute gentleman and sweetheart

And with that realization came another one, as much as she hated to admit it, tenko was crushing on you

You were just so sweet and kind and not to mention incredibly hot, it was no wonder that himiko feel for you

But she definitely couldn't confess, himiko was her best friend and she hated nothing more than upsetting her so she thought that the best course of action was to just stay as far away from you as possible waiting for the feelings to go away

That......didn't work the more time she spent away from you the more her feelings grew, something that himiko couldn't help but notice

"Do you have a crush on y/n?"

"W-what?! No of course not h-he's a degenerate male and n-not to mention your boyfriend I'd never think of him like that"

"Come on tenko I know you you're my friend you definitely have a crush on him"

"........y-you're right but I swear I'd never make a move on him, I respect you too much, you're my friend too"

"......to be honest I don't really mind"

"W-what!?"

"I don't mind if you like him too, we can share him if you want"

"Y-you mean like us....both dating him?"

"Yeah, I don't really wanna keep seeing you sad like that, plus I trust you and also I think he has a crush on you too"

"R-really?"

"Yes, so what do you-"

"YES!"

"............."

"O-oh sorry was I too excited?"

"No it's fine, it's good that you're excited"

After that talk, himiko had a discussion with you about your crush on tenko and the possibility of opening the relationship, and after a bit of convincing, you agreed, so now you're dating both of them

This is genuinely the best case scenario for tenko, she gets to spend so much time with the two people she loves the most without third wheeling

[kenah-sturniolo]

Grow old with you

PART 3 > you fucked up and I said sorry <

A/N: sorry for taking so long, I’ve been busy with school. Part 3! Enjoy. It’s also a shorter chapter but hopefully it’s still good. Like and reblog. But I take credit 💋

WARNINGS: use of y/n. Swearing. Mention of abuse. Abuse.

Y/n POV:

Deep inside a wounded heart, Lies the memory of a childhood start. Aching pain that won't subside, Ghosts of memories that never died. Every day feels like a fight, Darkness lurking in the light. Haunted by what was done, Haunted by what is gone.

Echoes of voices that once were near, Whispers of sadness that refuse to clear. Every step feels like a struggle, Every day seems like a juggle. But hope shall not be dead, Healing is just ahead. Courage to move through the pain, Happy childhood memories to regain. The past may have left its mark, But it won't define a life that's stark.

A bright future can still form, A new chapter can be born.

My father was my first heartbreak, My mother was my first bully. The house never felt like home, Walking on eggshells day in and day out. We were a perfect family from outside, But inside everyone was living a slow death.

You never apologized to me for hurting me, but I apologized to you 12 times for being angry about it. You fucked up — yet I said sorry.

Children don't get traumatised because they get hurt. They get traumatised because they're alone with the hurt. The abuse wasn’t new. It was old. It seemed normal — deep down I knew it wasn’t. But I was so use to it I didn’t know what normal was.

I convinced myself that panic attack, anxiety and fear of my parents was just a part of my daily life.

My brain working like clockwork, messing things around and confusing the difference between normal and what my brain thought was normal.

Sure I’ve had and have fears. Heights, spiders. yeah. Certain people. Definitely. But the fears that linger with the most pain are the ones that I could never bring myself to say out loud — not being good enough, getting attached, and that the only person i have ever been genuinely afraid of was my father.

The way he’d yelled. The way he broke things when he’d have enough. The way he’d abuse, physically, verbally, emotionally, like it was just second nature and habit to do so. He scares me shitless. The way my father says to my mother— your daughter never does what I expect her to, your daughter lets me down, your daughter does that, your daughter does this, your daughter does— your daughter— your —

like I'm not his, never his.

I don’t get why he does though. It always just starts a fight “she’s not my daughter!” My mom would yell back. The bickering would continue for hours. “Shes not mine” “she’s a disappointment” “I wish we got that stupid abortion” it just kept going. Yeah I get it- you don’t want me.

No matter how many times I’ve heard those same insults, I still feel my heart break each time. Sometimes I wish I did kill myself when I was 14. When the weight of the pain and stress got too much. I stand in front of the mirror picking at myself bit by bit until I feel like I could snap at any moment. Wishing I’d just break. That I’d confront them. Maybe even tell them how I feel.. but of course that’d never happen. I’m too scared for that.

————

This morning had been rough. Yelling, swearing — abuse. I didn’t do anything. “Bullshit” his voice rung through my mind “don’t change thee fuckin’ topic y/n!” “how are you such a failure?!”

How am I supposed to respond. He was spilling insults at me from left, right and centre.

One statement really stabbed me in the back the hardest “you’re such a time waster. Always complaining. Always being rude-“ his tone sharp, always is. He’s careless- heartless. When the tears slowly blurred my vision it just pissed him off even more.

“Pathetic.” He spat out causing more tears to stain my cheeks. He hates it when people cry, says it makes them weak. Or that it shows just how much power people have over them if they can make them cry. The hard slap to my face deepened the fear I felt towards him. He’d abused me before. Whenever he didn’t get his way — he’d take it out on me as if it were some stupid ‘coping mechanism’.

As if my life wasn’t depressing enough I found myself in the school library — again — alone. Reading, thinking, holding back emotions that’s threatened to spill out Everytime the librarian would check on me. I can’t do this anymore.

It’s all just too much. The yelling. the abuse. My family in general.

The library door creaks open. I think nothing of it. It’s probably just another kid from the robotics club coming to get or return another book. To my surprise Matt sits next to me. By instinct I look down. I don’t want him to see me. It would ruin me if he saw the red swell on my cheek.

“Hey..” his calm voice brings comfort, I keep refusing to look up at him. What will he think? That I’m some psycho loner from a crazy family. That I spend all my time reading trying to escape from the world.

“Hi…”

I keep my head down, voice gentle and my body on the verge of shaking — intensely.

He wrapped his arm around me. I’ve never been hugged before, other than by Grammy. But to be hugged by someone so sweet and caring who wasn’t family.. that’s new. Yet it’s nice- really nice.

My body gently leans into his touch. He notices the swell on my cheek and luckily doesn’t say anything. It’s like he understood I’d break down at any moment in stead all he said was a sweet “breath..it’s just a bad day- not a bad life..” it comforted me.. but he doesn’t know the truth. God it is a bad life. A really bad one.

I tried to focus on him but my mind kept circling back to this morning. The way my now dad hurt me. The way he fucked up. And the way I said sorry.

Nearly had me in tears.

A/N: sorry again for not posting when I said I would. Let me know if you wanna be tagged and thanks for reading.

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Quiet/Loud Chapter 6

Van herds everyone out of the car as soon as they arrive. There’s the feeling of Van’s hand briefly touching her shoulder asking if she’s ok and saying she should come join them to get some food when she’s ready, and then a few minutes later, Lottie’s voice close to her head, saying they can go and get her changed really quickly and there are clothes in the trunk and it’s going to be ok, but she whines and flails a hand out to push Lottie away and doesn’t move. 

She can’t- it’s not ok, she’s not ok, she’s embarrassed and sad and scared and angry and if she moves, she’s going to either start crying or yelling and both options would be really embarrassing, even more so on top of everything, so she doesn’t do anything at all, just stays in her burning-hot ball of humiliation with her face hidden in her hands, even though she’s started to shiver.

It’s very quiet with everyone gone- just the sound of her own shaky breaths. She doesn’t know what she’s going to do or how- everything is just too much and she’s too shaken and humiliated to be even able to decide if she’s more mad at Gen for making this happen or at everyone else for being there to see.

Part of her wishes Lottie would come back- so she could burrow into her arms and cry and cry until everything is normal again- but that also wouldn’t fix anything, it wouldn’t make things normal. She doesn’t ever (hardly ever) just fully break down on Lottie and never ever ever in public like this, and doing so now would just be evidence of how wrong and different everything is.

Still, she can’t help but feel kind of lonely. She hopes they’re not all laughing about her. No one ever laughs when Mel has an accident or when Nat brings armfuls of sheets to the wash in the morning but she’s different- everyone knows that Mel and Nat can’t help it but she can, she should be able to, she-

Then another voice, sudden and unexpected: ‘You’re being such a baby over this, you know.’

Almost the last voice she’d expect- Mel. Mel does not talk like this. Mel is quiet and shy and sweet, even if she also has a penchant for dinosaurs and catching frogs and games that involve lots of running and yelling.

‘Am not!’

The words uncurl her before she can think about it. Mel, standing with her arms folded, fidgets a little at Mari’s look but stands her ground bravely.

‘Just go and get changed and come get your Happy Meal. Everyone’s weird because you’re not there.

Mari wants to ask if it’s weird because they miss her or if it’s weird because they’re embarrassed for her but she can’t in case Mel says it’s the second so she doesn’t, just slumps down again until her chin rests on her folded arms.

‘......don’t want a Happy Meal.’

‘Wait, really?’ Mels voice is incredulous. ‘They have My Little Ponies.’ 

‘You don’t even like My Little Pony.’

‘I like the pink one,’ Mel retorts defensively. (Oh yeah. Mari never remembers that Mel has a pink loving side too, which is kind of funny considering she wears her stupid pink hat every day.) ‘I didn’t get it though.’

‘I don’t care.’

Mel shrugs and slides down to sit on the tarmac, hugging her knees and looking up at Mari through the open car door.

‘Gen didn’t want to eat either. She cried a bit too but she didn’t want anyone but me to see.’

‘Good.’

Melissa frowns up at her.

‘That’s mean, Mar.’

‘I don’t care’ is what she wants to say but what actually comes out is different.

‘No it isn’t.’

How can she be the mean one? She didn’t make Gen wet her pants; she’s not even saying anything to Gen’s face.

‘She only started doing it because of you, you know,’ Mel points out. Mari doesn’t have to ask what it is. ‘Because she was mad you kept-’ Mels voice wavers a bit but she keeps going bravely ‘Because you kept telling everyone when I had an accident-’

But that’s not the same thing! Mari wants to yell. It’s not at all the same thing….is it?

‘But you did.’

‘And you did need to go to the bathroom!’ Mel throws up her hands in frustration. ‘Probably because you got Lottie to buy you the massive Slurpee and you didn’t even share it! And Gen didn’t even say anything when you peed yourself!’

Unlike you.

But- Mari opens her mouth and closes it. How does she explain it, that she wasn't trying to do anything to make Mel embarrassed, not exactly, that her words never really seem to pass through the same internal filter everyone else has: she sees something, she says it. She wasn’t trying to be mean. 

But….she can also sort of see how that might have not really mattered to Mel or Gen in the moment.

‘Um. Sorry.’

It’s not something she says a lot and her face feels hot as she does because what if Mel is still mad? What then? She knows what to say when people are annoyed at her and she’s telling them to get over it but if she apologises and they’re still mad, what then? What comes next?

‘It’s ok.’ Mari is just thinking that Mel is a lot nicer than she gives her credit for when Mel adds ‘Now stop being a baby and go get changed!’

She opens her mouth for a furious retort but Mel just carries on.

‘You’re so dramatic, Mar. Stop acting like you’re the only one to have ever had an accident, it’s lame.’

‘Tai…’ she mumbles, because it’s all she can think of to say.

Mel pauses, considering, then leans closer.

‘Geometry revision session in 11th grade. Van told me after… Well that doesn’t matter but you can’t tell anyone else. Like ever.’

‘Wow…’ 

‘Promise!’ Mel looks a little panicked, as if the full force of her betrayal of confidence is now hitting her. ‘Pinky-promise me right this second you won’t EVEr tell anyone else or Van is gonna kill me. Like fully dead.’

‘Oh yeah-’ She lets Mel link her pinky finger absently, still distracted by the thought of Tai, who always seems so in control, being in the same embarrassing situation she is in now. ‘I can’t imagine-’

‘Yeah, but Tai didn’t act like such a baby about it. She just changed clothes and she went to a party that same night.’

‘Wow-’ She’s impressed by Tai’s resilience- she feels way too upset still to think of doing anything at all let alone putting herself into the overheated, overwhelming hell of a kegger- before Mel’s words fully register and she leans out of the car to try to slap at Mel. ‘....I’m NOT a baby!’

‘You’re sulking like a baby-’

‘Van had to tie your shoes this morning!’

‘So? Lottie braided your hair.’

‘That’s different!’ But Mel is just shaking her head, smirking infuriatingly and Mari gives up. ‘Well…. You just suck!’

But it’s funny because…well weirdly she finds she’s feeling better. More like herself. There’s a comforting familiarity in the back and forth, that makes her feel normal, less scared and shaky and like she wants to burst into tears and more like she wants to get changed quick so she can see what colour pony she gets and if it’s better than Shauna’s and if Tai is ordering Filet Of Fish and if everyone is teasing her about how weird it is and Jackie has tried to build a little house with her fries for the tiny kitten she carries in her pocket like the last time they went to McDonalds. (Jackie had delighted in the architectural perfection her house and foregone eating the rest of her fries to preserve it, and then proceed to whine for the next two days that her kitten smelt of grease now, until Nat had taken pity on her and helped her wash it in the sink.) 

 She thinks about how much she was looking forward to the treat of a McDonalds and how if she refuses to eat now, she wont get one at all and even if she does it'll be gross and cold  or gross and warm or gross and melted, and who knows when they’ll next even stop at McDonalds because Shauna always argues that Burger King is better and Lottie backs her up because she says the fries are better, even though Mari thinks it’s just because Lottie really, really likes getting the paper crown to wear, and what if she misses out now and then has to wait months?

‘….can you get me some clothes out of the back?’

‘Sure.’

 But before she can, Lottie’s walking towards them across the parking lot, shielding her eyes from the sun.

[blossomthepinkbunny]

Sexism in HB (and HH)

I feel like I have mentioned some of the underlying misogyny present in HB before, but I never just fully talked about it, so I wanted to make this post where I talk about the sexism issue in Helluva Boss (Hazbin will also be addressed, mostly Helluva Boss though). This is a topic very close to me and I haven't seen a post that just wraps up all of the points in one Text, so that's what this is.

Little disclaimer, I know that the main creative individual behind these shows, Vivzepop is a woman. That's why a lot of people will diminish points made about sexist writing. But Viv being a woman does not mean that she is incapable of having misogynistic views. And I do not want to call her sexist directly, but it is important to realise, that how these shows (especially HB) write female characters can be quite sexist in multiple ways.

Since I like to keep things structured, here are the main things I realised about how female characters are written, which makes me call this show sexist with its writing.

Excluding female characters from victimhood

Sidelining female characters for male ones

Women for mens development/absence of mothers

Stereotyping women

-Rival for (male) attention

-Crazy Ex

-Rude bitch (+ rude bitch who gets in the way of a gay relationship)

-Caretaker/Mother

A lot of these topics will overlap in some way, I'll try to keep them concise and make the differences clear.

1. Excluding female characters from victimhood

There is a big focus on men who have gone through some sort of trauma in both shows. Blitzø, Moxxie, Stolas, Fizzarolli, Angel Dust and Husker. All of them are victims of some form of abuse (sexual, physical, domestic, psychological etc.). The ones I want to focus on now are Blitzø, Stolas, Fizzarolli and Angel. Because all of them are victims of abuse that is most commonly associated with and most commonly happens to women. Blitzø has to sleep with a wealthy man in power who holds something he needs to live over his head in exchange for sexual favours. Stolas was forcefully married at a young age and had to produce an heir for the family, while also facing domestic abuse from his partner. Fizzarolli experienced exploitation of his body through his job as a performer. Angel is a sex worker who get's raped by his pimp and generally is forced to do sexual things he does not want to do.

While of course, all of these scenarios can and do happen to men and it is important to acknowledge that, one cannot deny that these are issues that women are much more likely to experience. My problem isn't that these issues are portrayed through men, but rather how the women in HB/HH barely get acknowledged as victims.

Stolas and Stella are probably the best (or worst) example of that. They both have the same backstory with abuse I mentioned before, just with the bonus that Stella, as a woman would be more likely to experience not only a forced marriage and pregnancy but also the domestic violence they pushed on her later in the series. Fact of the matter is, that Stella and Stolas' relationship had no implications of domestic violence before the writers wanted to stop making people sympathize with Stella. A victim of the same trauma as Stolas, who got pushed as a maniac and psycho. All to redeem a man who sexually abused a lower class citizen while cheating on his spouse. There is also the fact that Stella faces very overt sexual harassment through her brother, which the show just doesn't acknowledge because it hates her. Stella is a bad victim (or not a victim at all) because she is angry and loud (and later on randomly an abuser), while Stolas is the good victim because he is sad and quiet.

Fizzarolli's story shows similarities, though not as extreme. The characters of Glitz and Glam are treated with no sympathy or anything, because they are mean to the male character. The idea that they are in a similar position to Fizzarolli (who fell victim to Mammon's exploitation through being a fan of his) is never acknowledged. We see the girls and they are immediately rude and bitchy. No one bats an eye to the fact that them facing the same exploitation as Fizz isn't good or deserved, because they are mean and probably chose that life. A statement which just reeks of misogyny, especially when one realizes, that the people mainly affected by sexualisation in the performing industry are women. Again, the women don't get sympathy because they are rude and promiscuous. Fizz deserves all the sympathy because he is hurt and 'actually' feels objectified.

In both of these scenarios, women are excluded from being victims in situations they are very likely to face, because they needed more sympathy for the male characters.

Blitzø's story doesn't have a situation like that, luckily. His story is mostly brought down because of the fetishization of gay men or mlm relationships. Since this is not the focus of this post all I'll say is, that if Blitzø was a woman, wayyy less people would be shipping Stolitz. I'll leave it at that.

Where we can once again find something similar is in Angel Dusts story, though to a lesser extent. Seeing as Angel struggles with sexual assault, I find it odd that they specifically chose Husker to console him and help him through his trauma. It is still a thing that most sexual violence or assault victims are women. I feel like no one ever considered how terrifying hell as a lawless place where pretty much everyone lives together is specifically for women. It seems like they want us to expect that every female character down there is like a badass murderer, who can easily avoid creeps and predators. But the show also makes a point to say, that the people in hell are often judged unfairly and that the system is "corrupt". So it's very likely that a majority of the women down there are simply just people who didn't believe in god or who made one mistake that doesn't deserve eternal damnation. With that perspective, a world without laws where no one cares about crime, murder, assault and rape is very terrifying. Seeing as so many crimes in hell would just be rape (which I know happens to men too). So we can easily assume that every female character has faced sexual harassment atleast once, if not to an even larger extent. Charlie I can see being excluded from that, as she is quite sheltered. And Mimzy too, seeing as she isn't played as a person who would realistically be able to add to the conversation (she is pretty much the brutal psycho murderer I mentioned earlier and she is treated mostly as if that stuff just doesn't affect her, which is weird in it's own right).

But then there is Valeria, who we know experienced at least sexual harassment from Adam while being an exorcist. And Cherry Bomb, who we can assume the same of, seeing as she was a woman on earth and a woman in hell, where sexual assaults should lurk around every corner. None of them get to have a discussion with Angel about his situation though. They are seemingly not important to a conversation about rape, which every girl hears at some point in their life. The actual nuance that could be there, having a conversation between two victims is eradicated through Husker being the one to talk Angel down. Husker, who has no common ground with Angel when it comes to this topic and who does not seem closer to him than Valeria and especially shouldn't be closer to him than Cherry Bomb in the end. Cherry, Angels actual best friend is shown to not know what Angel needs, coming off at best as simply out of touch and at worst, as directly malicious. Husker knows exactly how Angel needs to act now even though he, once again, doesn't know him nearly as well and isn't at all in touch with what he's going through. So not only are the female characters excluded from a meaningful moment, which could show the very tragic reality of something most women go through, but Cherry is also sidelined heavily as Angels best friend, to make room for a male character. Which leads into my second point.

2. Sidelining female characters for male ones

I think this is pretty self-explanatory. In Helluva Boss specifically, the female characters do not stand out and mostly do not get story focus quite like the male ones do. Millie and Loona are very egregious in that regard, seeing as they are part of the main group, but don't have nearly as much development as Moxxie or Blitzø and even Stolas (I will talk about that more later on). In Hazbin Hotel this is done a bit better, since Charlie is the main character and Valerie as well as some other background characters get focus too. That is not me saying that they have good characterisations, especially Charlie as the main character is very underdeveloped.

Who I mostly want to talk about here are Stella and Cherry Bomb though. Because while it is bad with the other female characters already, with them it is probably the worst. Because at least Loonas and Millies lack of screentime makes room for already established relationships and main characters.

Stella got basically replaced as a villain by her brother. That is so laughable because it simply is: female character with actual urgency, connection to the main plot, established goals and a personality is replaced by a male character that has none of that, just because. I don't think I need to elaborate on that. This change also just came with making Stella stupid as hell and just loud and obnoxious, something her brother is too, just to a lesser extent (so the change didn't even add a more likeable character in Stella's place).

Cherry got shoved to the side as Angels best friend and main confidante for Husker to develop their relationship, something that was purely fanservice and doesn't make a whole lot of sense in the general context of how these characters interact. Cherry doesn't know what Angel needs to be better, her attempt is misguided. So it is on Husk to actually understand what he needs, even though he should have no idea of that, since he isn't nearly as close with Angel as Cherry is. Cherry comes off incredibly misguided. Her relationship with Angel, which was always assumed to be very close is also not a thing in the show. They have very little interactions and in the ones they do have, Cherry doesn't know what Angel needs and Husk does a better job like I mentioned. Most of the other scenes Cherry shows up in are used to develop the ship of Cherrysnake. So bland and just badly done, that it is weird more than it is cute or romantic. So Cherry having an actual important connection to the main cast was replaced for Huskerdust and she was pushed even further aside to make Cherrysnake happen. A female character being mainly used to serve the male storylines leads to my next point.

3. Women for mens development/absence of mothers

Starting with the female characters that are mostly used for the development of male characters, rather than being treated as their own person. Cherry, as mentioned previously used as a way for Husker to get closer to Angel and also as a woman for Sir pentious to swoon over. She initially turns him down, but then realizes he is actually soo brave and amazing and strong, because female character who just doesn't want to be in a relationship with a male character? That doesn't happen.

Next up is Millie, who has the most unused potential in either shows in my opinion. She is often just reduced to being Moxxies wife. She helps him by practically acting as a caretaker in many ways (more on that later), helps Blitzø to rekindle his relationship with him, but rarely faces struggles that aren't somehow connected to Moxxie or made about how Moxxie feels. I know people want to point to the short she got with Sally Mae, but that was the only real time we got her personal struggles laid out. And it only got brought up and resolved in the same episode, which was also a short, so legit like 2 Minutes. And in "Unhappy campers" they just introduced a character trait she never was shown having before and in the end still made the episode mostly about Moxxie.

Loona was there as a vessel for Blitzø to express love as he felt he could only express genuine emotion towards his daughter. But now that Blitzø is with Stolas and their relationship is flourishing apparently, she doesn't have that going for her anymore. She is also physically abusive, which they have never acknowledged and probably decided to stop playing as a joke, since people got understandably upset. And the other thing that is reoccurring with her character is her crush on Tex and basically any other guy that would give her attention. That's not necessarily bad, but she has nothing except her special relationship with Blitzø (which like I said is pretty unimportant now) and her love problem, which was only focused on guys so far.

Barbie Wire is barely present and we know almost nothing about her. The one episode she shows up in mainly uses her appearance and her upset at Blitzø as a reason for us to feel bad for him. We do not get to know further why she is upset and made the choice to permanently move away. That's not of interest, only how Blitzø feels about it.

Octavia is actually a character I like a lot, but even then she is mostly used for us to feel bad for Stolas. She isn't as bad as some other examples, but depending on who you ask she is either a well written depiction of a child facing neglect and a broken family, who is right in her actions. Or a cruel bitch who doesn't understand how hard her father tries his best. I still think the way she is utilised is mostly leading to her being just a tool for Stolas to face some repercussions while also making him more sympathetic to some people.

In a similar way that Stella and Verosika are just the mean exes, that eventually lead to Stolas and Blitzø getting together to heal from their trauma (I'm aware that Verosika did not cause trauma to Blitzø specifically, he mostly mistreated her from all we know. She is still used in the narrative as something representing a past that Blitzø wants to leave behind for good).

Now onto the mothers in the room, or rather the lack thereof. Mothers in HB are used similarly to the other female characters as male development helpers, despite not even being present really. Blitzø and Moxxie have the "bad father, nice mom that's dead" combo. We don't have any more information on their mothers other than that they were the good counterpart to the evil dad's. They serve as nothing but plot for Blitzø and Moxxie to feel sad about. Stolas doesn't have a mom, just an out of touch dad. Millie has both parents actually, but they don't really get focus, because Millie doesn't get focus. The only thing we know about them is that her dad doesn't like Moxxie and her mom is slightly nicer I guess. And then there's Octavia, who might as well not have a mom at all, since her and Stella's relationship only barely exists. Stella is of course a bad mother, because that woman just can't do anything right. But even then, we never get an idea of how their interactions were when in Octavia's eyes "everything was still alright" in the family. Stella doesn't get to have a special relationship with Octavia, because nuance doesn't exist for her and she needs to be manipulative and obnoxious to everyone apparently.

4.Stereotyping women

These are just some stereotypes that female characters often fall into.

-Rival for (male) attention

This is mainly for Loona, but in general the female characters in HB/HH tend to not have friendships with other women. The only example I can really think of are Millie and Sally Mae, but they are sisters so it's kinda expected and Charlie and Emily, but they barely interact and even then, a point could be made about what I'm going to point out. Loona and Octavia don't really count, they hung out once and then never again (sadly).

The moment Loona is introduced to Beelzebub she immediately dislikes her. Just because the guy she had a crush on is dating her. This just the stereotype that women will always compete for men against each other, as if they have no other objective. I get that it makes sense for Loonas character, but I've said it before and I'll say it again, Loona desperately needs friends her age for her development. And I won't count the two hellhounds that showed up at the end of "Sinsmas", they are not even named and we do not have a reason to assume they are especially close with Loona when we have barely seen them before.

Also when Emily and Charlie first meet and get along well we can see Valeria being visibly upset. As if Charlie becoming friends with another woman is going to end up on her leaving Valeria or something. So another unnecessary rivalry between female characters, because they pose a threat to/ruin the possibility of a romantic relationship.

-Crazy Ex

Verosika and Stella. They are shown as overreacting (Stella hiring a hit on Stolas, Verosika throwing a whole hate party for Blitzø) and bitchy, mean and obsessive over a past relationship. Their behaviour is used to justify the behaviour of the male characters, while ignoring what they went through. Stella is pushed to the extreme of having her be a domestic abuser in the end, just so people can excuse Stolas cheating on her.

Verosika throwing that party is completely overreacting and is treated as weird and crazy (which it is), ignoring that Blitzø ended their genuine relationship by stealing money from her. That is also used to show Stolas as the "reasonable ex" because "he would never do something like that".

The lady from the latest episode also kinda counts into this. She isn't a real character, but she pretty much plays the same role of "see how terrible, obnoxious and even homophobic she is?!". So that it's excusable for a man to cheat on her to achieve happiness.

-Rude bitch (+ rude bitch who gets in the way of a gay relationship)

Rude bitch is pretty much every female character that is in some way mean to the male characters. Verosika, Barbie Wire, Stella, Glitz and Glam, Octavia (in some eyes). They come off as irrational and their rudeness, which is written like that intentionally, is used to excuse how the male characters treat them.

The special category of "rude bitch who gets in the way of a gay relationship" goes to (of course) Stella, thorn lady from Sinsmas and Octavia somehow. I don't think I need to elaborate on Stella, they made her an abuser so that people wouldn't dislike the gay relationship that came out of her getting cheated on (that is also just a terrible relationship).

The thorn lady is presented as blatantly homophobic, so that it's actually good she got cheated on and the gay couple can finally be happy with their children.

And Octavia, or how some fans of the show call her "Cockblocktavia" (which is just terrible for a teenage girl who just wants to feel close to her dad), who is mostly used for Stolas to feel kinda bad about being with Blitzø, without actually doing anything about it in the end.

-Caretaker/Mother

Millie fits here. The M&M relationship baits you with a Malewife x Girlboss sort of relationship. Which implies that the male counterpart (Moxxie) would take over a more traditionally female role. Being the caretaker of the other emotionally, while the wife takes care of finances and everything else. But even then in most instances it's Millie who takes care of not only Moxxie, but alo Blitzø. Like the responsibility lies with her to be a caring type, to build up her husband when he is sad and get the group drinks, without getting one for herself. That's a role that she even passes to the only other female main character. When she goes out with Blitzø in "Ghostfuckers" and tells Loona to basically look after Moxxie, as if he's some child that needs to be constantly cared for. Even though Loona is younger than him.

But of course that isn't the end of Millie being mothered by the show. Because how could I forget that she is pregnant now. How amazing that the female character we have been continually promised to get more character development, that isn't just being an extension of her husband, get's that in the form of a pregnancy. Wow.

I'm not the only one who hates this, for obvious reasons. It was just never in Millies character that she would want a baby. I hope they make her get an abortion. That could be used to be educational on a serious topic and wouldn't crowd the cast up more (because that's not what we need from this show!). In the worst case they'll make her keep the baby for some reason that will most definitely come off as very traditional and potentially conservative. It could also lead to her getting excluded from more action to do baby shenanigans, which would just be depressing at this point.

I haven't mentioned it yet, but her pregnancy is also used to discredit a very genuine and actually important point as just "having pregnancy hormones". Their livelihoods depend on killing people, if Blitzø just suddenly decides not to, because the people just so happen to live his dream life, that's his problem. I think it's so terrible to shove off her very real concern as just her being irrational because of pregnancy. And honestly, I see Millie and Moxxie having children down the line, but the reveal now, when so many people have been waiting for meaningful Millie screentime that makes her stand out just feels gross.

Now I just want to say that of course one can like the female characters and anybody can have a different opinion/interpretation than me. I just thought this was worth pointing out, because people still like to act as though there is no underlying sexism at all, which is just not true. Except for Striker and Mammon, all of my favourite characters are the female ones, mostly because I just feel like they could've been used so much better. And I enjoy using the base of these shows to make my own version basically, I feel like that is what most people are doing anyway and when you acknowledge that, just going deeper into your own version is super fun.

[operagirl]

Female! Robins head cannon: period edition

Dick honestly doesn’t have that bad of a period. Her flow is normal and her cramps are mild. She the kind of girl who runs off her cramps (or in her case flips). But her hormones cause her to very angry and upset at the drop of a hat. Alfred obviously deals with most of the period related shopping. So it takes a hot minute for Bruce to realize what is actually happening. For a moment there he was starting to think that he was not cut out for being a parent since a lot more of his interactions with Dick ended with her either shouting at him, storming off, or being cranky. She also loves chocolate around this time the more the better.

Jason has her first period shortly after moving into the manor. She doesn’t know what is happening but she isn’t sure if she should trust Bruce or Alfred yet. So she hides it. Jason a crier from day one and Bruce quickly becomes concerned that the usual tough sassy girl seems withdrawn, scared, and crying at things she usually wouldn’t. Alfred figures out what is going on before Bruce does. Alfred talks to Jay about it before encouraging her to tell Bruce. She does and becomes one of her most precious memories of living at the manor. She still frequently cries when she is on her period. She still gives a glare that could kill but just with tears in her eyes. Uses a hot pad for cramps and prefers to spend her time laying around. Her most common cravings are fruity desserts.

Tim honestly barely notices her period. She just doesn’t seem to experience symptoms besides the bleeding and occasional cramping or craving. When Bruce finds out he starts to change his behaviour in expectation of emotional outbursts, but they never come. Tim honestly thinks he might be a little sexist for this. (Until she witnesses the extent of Dick’s and Jason’s outbursts). The most notable thing is her frequent cravings and enjoyment of dill pickles in ranch.

Damian gets his first few periods without any major bumps or problems. It’s enough for everyone to be lured into a false sense of security. They honestly believe that she is going to be easy like Tim. Until about her fifth period she is sitting at Jon’s house and they’re about to watch a movie on tv. When one of those sad animals commercials comes on and then the floodgates open. She is sobbing barely able to speak. Jon who honestly was beginning to think that Damian only had two modes (smug and angry). Is taken aback and just sits in a frightened silence. He finally does when Clark and Lois come in to say that he’s done absolutely nothing to cause this. They try to talk Damian but can’t understand her. After a few minutes with no sign of the crying coming to an end they decide to take her home. Jon walks her to the door and she is still crying. When the door opens Jon sticks his hands up like they have guns aimed at him. Alfred comes and Damian upstairs while Jon explains what happened to Bruce who has that you’re-not-good-enough-for-my-daughter/ I-don’t-believe-you face on. Bruce eventually tells Jon that he’ll talk to Damian about it and to go home. From that day on Damian a crier, she not as bad as Jason but there is no denying it. Like Dick she loves chocolate and runs off her cramps.

Duke is like Tim nice and easy. Though she doesn’t experience the weird cravings. While her period isn’t that bad she will complain about it to get extra treats and out of things she doesn’t want to do. She totally plays it up to get what she wants out of others. She never lies about it but she is known to take it to a dramatic level when it benefits her. She prefers to spends most days on her period curled up cosy and warm.

[berryispunk]

Random facts ❤️‍🔥

Little-Known but deeply telling facts about our favorite tragic duo Firefly & Frankie — before I drop another snippet later today.

They’re messy. They’re magnetic. And somehow, they still haunt each other like a half-finished song. Here are a few facts that won’t make it into the main story, but tell you everything you need to know.

I would also like to remind y'all that this universe has it's own playlist so feel free to check it out here

Series masterlist

🔥 Firefly

No More Red Hair – She let the dye grew out (for a while). It wasn’t about vanity anymore—she felt too tired to be the version of herself that Frankie met. The vibrant red became a ghost she couldn’t quite resurrect.

Carries a cracked lighter in her coat pocket from her last night at The Shack. It doesn’t work anymore, but she keeps it because he handed it to her once without a word.

Only listens to music through old headphones, not speakers—says it’s too intimate to be shared with a room. Her playlists are scattered, full of angry girl rock, folk ,and pop ballads.

Started writing more poetry again but never finished most of it. One piece was about the boy who kept showing up in a rundown bar. She stopped halfway through because the ending hurt too much to imagine.

Takes night walks when she can’t sleep. She watches city windows from sidewalks and imagines the lives inside. Sometimes, she leaves poetry written on sticky notes at random bus stops, hoping someone may find the meaning in it.

Always orders two shots when she drinks alone. One for her, and one for whatever version of herself didn’t end up in this city.

🎸 Frankie

Still wears a guitar pick on a chain around his neck. It’s not even the one he plays with—it’s hers, well, used to be. She left it behind once after joking she could do his job better than him.

Keeps his voicemail inbox full on purpose. The last one from her is saved and untouched. He never plays it, but he checks to make sure it’s still there, always.

Writes in blue ink only. Says black feels too final, like anything he puts on paper might become too real.

Volunteers at music programs for kids now. Doesn’t talk about it much. Just shows up, tunes guitars, listens. A little girl once said he had sad eyes and he smiled for the first time in weeks.

His favorite guitar string snapped during a set not long after she told him not to come back. He never replaced it. Just kept the guitar in its case, untouched.

Doesn’t watch romantic movies anymore. They all remind him of her and the ending he didn’t get. Felt too much like a joke. 

He stopped getting high before shows. At first, out of spite. Then grief. Then maybe hope. He thought if he could play sober, maybe the music would sound like something she’d come back for.

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[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 20 - Memory

Rare is it to see you so shaken. I can only imagine what thoughts must be consuming you at this moment, my love.

[laurellala-comics]

I may not be in the Percy Jackson fandom that much anymore but drawing purple Nico to represent angst and sadness is one of life's simple joys <3

[luna-the-cretar]

One thing I just realized about the couple of times Lethica has willingly taken off her mask or showed her face (not including the time Marius took it off to save her), it was always a very intimate scene

Like during the ritual where we see everyone’s backstories. The first thing Lethica did was take off her mask.

Or the porch scene. Even though it was her duplicate, Derek made a note of Lethica not wearing her mask during the conversation with Marius, where she appears to be making the choice to trust him, despite the danger. And while, no, it wasn’t actually Lethica, it still looks like her. And she didn’t technically have to have her duplicate’s mask off, since it’s had her mask on before (like during the second hag fight after Lethica was revived), yet she did.

Or how about her scene in Metamorphosis? Lethica immediately takes the mask off before performing the ritual (and I’m sure if we’ve had more opportunities for notable individual scenes during long rests, we probably would’ve seen this consistency as well, since she doesn’t sleep with the mask on considering the moment where the party couldn’t find their stuff and Lethica immediately covered her face with her hair)

Idk. Just something I’ve noticed

[elizabeth-mitchells]

last post that's a compilation of my favorite Juliet screenshots from an episode 🤧🤧🤧 enjoy (i'm still crying)