#and would also explain why she's Like That

[dcxdpdabbles]

Can we have more Tim falls for Tucker's "spouse" Danny

I'm going to be honest with you: I originally intended this fic idea to be a comedy, but I couldn't figure out how to execute it when I attempted to write it, which is why it ended up in the 'From a fic I never wrote' pile. Now that I have attempted to write it out, it turned more into humor angst? Or, Tim being sad while in Danny's POV, it's him and Tucker committing marriage fraud. Hope the change isn't too bad!

Tim has to bite his tongue when Foley once again agrees to go out for drinks with the team, as everyone is heading out for the day. It was the third weekend in a row, and really, how could he leave his husband home alone on a Friday night so often?

If Tim were married to a man like Daniel Fenton, he would never miss dinner or a night in. He would certainly not waste it trying to kiss up to some higher up the way Foley was so blatantly doing.

Tim had half the mind to grab the mid-level employee by the shoulders and scream at him that a promotion wasn't worth his marriage failing. Make him realize what he had before it was all gone.

For all of Tim's jealousy that Tucker Foley was the one married to a man who literally walked out of Tim's dreams, he didn't dislike Foley at all.

The man was charming, eager to work, and excited to prove himself. He never slacked off; he always kept on top of his deadlines, was friendly with his coworkers, and was always on time. Really, the only trouble that Foley had caused was his rivalry with Tammy Johnson from Accounts.

Apparently, the two hated each other on sight, and there was no real reason for it. Tim had a personal theory that Foley's sarcasm clashed heavily with Johnson's no-nonsense way of work. Johnson was exceptionally good at her job, but she tended not to get along with her coworkers because she took everything too literally and often confused a joke for an insult.

Johnson also became incredibly defensive, building up a wall after a perceived offense was made, and spent the rest of her time working with the offender in a passive-aggressive manner.

She also made comments here and there that hinted at her less-than-accepting point of view of the LGBT+ community. Nothing that Tim could drag her to HR for, but certainly something to keep an eye on.

That's why he jumped in so quickly when he overheard Foley and her arguing over their disagreement about the stick tower design at the last all-staff training retreat. He had heard Johnson rip into Foley, taking apart every one of his suggestions, with complete condescension and a bit of mockery until Foley's tired voice rang out.

"Is it because I'm gay, Tammy?"

Tim thought he finally had a chance to get her in some kind of trouble, but Foley had shut that down quickly. After explaining that the question was more internet humor than anything Johnson could have said, Tim found that he couldn't make the guy stop talking. Foley, it seemed, tended to ramble when panicked or nervous.

Meeting and speaking with the CEO tended to make many employees nervous.

Foley babbled on and on about his husband, how they were childhood friends who turned into sweethearts and then married, living the dream in the big city of Gotham with such devotion and love. Tim couldn't help but extend an invitation to bring the man around the office. He did it mostly to watch Johnson's already tight lips press harder into a straight line.

Then he met Daniel Fenton, and he realized the rambles of Foley weren't told from the rose-colored lens of a man in love but a perfect description of his husband.

Fenton was gorgeous in a soft kind of way, like a first blooming, a lot quieter than his husband, but intelligence danced in his eyes just the same. He was quick with witty responses, sarcastic in a more teasing way than Foley's, and when he spoke of his passions, he all but seemed to glow.

The first time Tim spoke to Fenton, the man was lost in the hallway leading to Foley's old office. At the time, the entire IT department had been relocated three floors up due to a leaking pipe in the ceiling of the previous floor.

Foley had failed to inform his partner that the offices were in a temporary location, so he was more than happy to bring Fention to the correct location.

Fenton had gifted him with a dazzling smile once Tim offered to walk him in the elevator, and had easily chatted with Tim enough so that the young CEO had nearly burst a gut, laughing at the other man's jokes.

He told Foley to invite his husband to more company events, and the other must have taken that as permission to have Fenton around as much as possible. Tim had more encounters with Fenton when the man showed up with pastries for Foley's office, when the team would go out drinking, or even just seeing Danny hanging around the lobby waiting for Foley to finish.

Five months passed before Tim could not deny it any longer. He had fallen for Fenton, the husband of one of his employees.

It was torture how often Fenton was around, but it wasn't like he didn't have the time. Fenton didn't have a formal job.

Apparently, he lived off his inheritance from a distant uncle named Pariah Dark and was more than happy to be a house husband who did random hobbies. One of those hobbies included baking.

Tim thinks he had a crush on Fenton for a while up until then, but he might have actually fallen in love when he tried one of Fenton's homemade donuts. Like an idiot, he kept asking Foley to bring Fenton around, because in those few hours or minutes of networking (for that was what Foley was doing. The man was ambitious) Tim could admire him, could listen to his voice, and could pretend- in the darkest corners of his heart- that his love for Fenton wasn't wrong.

He knew it was. Foley may not be a friend, but Tim tried not to be too close to his employee, as that often caused more problems than not. However, Foley was someone he respected. He felt horrible having such thoughts about the man's husband, but his heart yearned for Fenton more than it had ever yearned for anyone else.

This was getting so bad that Tim was making up random events so that Foley would have a reason to bring Fenton to. He even had the team photo, from the last Wayne Enterprises fundraiser for charity, framed and placed on his desk because Fenton was in it, smiling at the camera.

Tim's pathetic excuse that the rest of the employees' families were also present for the fundraiser wasn't a good enough reason to spend hours upon hours wishing that his arm was thrown around Fenton's shoulders in that photo instead of Foley's.

Tim had to stop.

He chose to tell Steph about his feelings for Fenton on the request that she stop him from doing something stupid. As his friend, she vowed to help him out and slowly but surely held him to his word.

Tim hadn't seen Fenton in almost three months, since Steph had started camping out in his office, doing her online classes and keeping an eye on him so Tim couldn't run down the ten floors to IT just to check if Fenton was about. She reminded him that Foley didn't work directly under him and didn't need to have such a close relationship with him, so he limited his interactions with the man as well.

Steph was also the one who held him through his heartbreak. Tim was no cheater, but he was a fool in love with someone who was taken, and it hurt.

It hurt to know that he could never be the one Fenton smiled at, or the one that Fenton lay next to at night, or the one Fenton joked and laughed with, still friends in a marriage.

It hurt to know that a man like Foley, who was sending another "I'm going out with the team for drinks" text as he followed Rico to his car while Tim stood in the lobby watching them go, was the man that Fenton had chosen.

A few minutes go by of him just standing there, thinking of Fenton, all alone, waiting in some living room for a man who didn't even find the effort to call him.

This is stupid. You're being stupid. What does their marriage matter to you? Just go home, Tim. He thinks angrily to himself, opening his umbrella and walking out into the familiar Gotham rain.

The water splashes against the fabric with the same aggression as marbles falling onto concrete. One of Gotham's super storms. He grimaces, gripping the handle harder as he strides down to the dinner at the end of the street.

Despite Tim being able to drive nearly every form of transportation, he had failed to obtain a driver's license, partly due to his secret identity and partly because he was too lazy. As a result, Tim walked everywhere, took the train, or the bus to get around.

He didn't trust people to not kidnap him (attempt to at least), so he never hailed a taxi or used a ride app. Not after it happened five different times. The life of a Wayne could sometimes be too much.

Not that he was willing to walk to the train station or bus stop in this weather.

He'll have a coffee and some food to wait out the rain, but if the storm doesn't improve, he'll have to call the Manor and see if someone can come pick him up.

The door dings when he pushes it through, and a wave of warmth, chatter, and music passes over him. He stops at the stand holding up a sign that reads Please wait to be seated.

He folds his umbrella, shaking out some water, as a waitress comes rushing towards him.

Her hair is falling out a bit from her bun, and she seems a bit stressed, but he can clearly see why. Many people had the idea to hide from the storm in the dining room - not a single table or booth seemed to be free. Even the bar stools were all claimed.

"Hi there!" The waitress greeted with slightly apologetic eyes. "It's going to be a forty-minute wait."

"I don't mind. Can I wait in here?" He smiles, watching her shoulders relax. She must have had someone yell at her today about the wait time. He gets it.

Once he had to go under cover as a waiter himself, and it took every ounce of his Bat training to not throw a tray at some customers' faces. Especially the impatient ones.

"Yeah, of course." The waitress waves to a little area on the side of the door. There are no chairs, and there is barely enough room to stand, but it's better than nothing. "If you give me your name, I can let you know when a table opens up-"

"He can sit with me." A voice interrupts. A familiar voice. Tim's heart leaps in his chest before he can even turn his head in the direction of the man who had spoken.

Daniel Fenton waves at him from one of the tables, smiling widely, over a half-seated plate of pancakes. He's wearing a soft, white, woven sweater, which makes his eyes pop, and his hair is slightly damp, likely from being caught in the rain.

He looks like a painting come to life.

Tim's mouth goes dry.

"Are you okay with that, Sir?" The waitress asks him, but it's Fenton who answers.

"Yeah, of course. I don't think this storm is going to clear any time soon, so I may as well spend it with someone I know." Fenton laughs, and it kicks Tim's brain into action.

"It's fine," He mutters to the waitress who was frowning. "I would be totally fine with sharing that table."

More than fine. Far too fine in fact. The man is married. A voice that sounds a lot like Steph cautions in his head. He ignores it.

"Well, okay then." The waitress leads him to the table, pulling out his seat before handing him a menu she grabbed from the stand at the front. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Let me guess," Fenton grins, snapping a finger and pointing it at Tim, "A coffee, three creams, two sugars, and a bit of chocolate syrup?"

Surprised, Tim stammers, "Yes, that's right."

Fenton laughs gently before giving the waitress a cheeky little smirk that does horrible things to Tim's already buzzing heart. "He always takes his coffee like that. A creature of habit, you know?"

She flashes a dimple, writing down his drink order. "I'll be back in a few minutes to take the rest of your order."

Tim barely notices her walk away, too captivated by the way Fenton's hair seems to curl slightly when wet. "W-what are you doing here, Mr. Fenton?"

"Tuck and I were supposed to go out for dinner tonight, but he cancelled at the last minute. I got caught in the rain when leaving the lobby, so I figured I may as well have my own dinner." The man reveals casually, as if it were normal for a husband to bail on plans so carelessly.

Tim fights the urge to reach out his hand and place it on Fenton's, wanting to offer comfort in case he was hiding his hurt.

He couldn't stop the words that tumble out of his mouth, though. He winces at the offended tone in his voice. "Your husband cancelled plans on you last minute?"

"Tuck is forgetful. He probably forgot he made plans with me." Fenton shrugs, smile still in place. Tim's stomach flips as the man leans on one hand, attention trained entirely on Tim. "What about you? Why are you here?"

"Hiding from the rain, too. Too heavy to walk home in. "

Fenton frowns. "You don't have a car?"

"I don't have a license." Tim laughs, raising a brow at the disbelief on Fenton's face. "Never bothered to get one. Most people don't in a city, where you can walk or us a bus"

"That's crazy. Back home, everyone had a license. You never get anywhere without one." Fenton reveals.

"You and your husband are from Illinois, right?" Tim hopes Fenton didn't notice how his voice had turned slightly strained on the word' husband'.

"That's right. From the small in the middle of nowhere, Amity Park." Fenton picks up his fork, waving it around slightly. "We have like three restaurants, a small mall, and a park. That's the extent of entertainment, so you've got to drive to do anything. You're not planning on walking in that storm, are you?"

"No, I'll call someone to come pick me up later."

"Nah, that's okay. I'll give you a ride when we finish." Fenton replies easily, stuffing a piece of pancake in his mouth. "I won't take no for an answer. Got nothing better to do anyway."

Tim closes his mouth, having been in the process of denying the offer, and instead raises the menu to hide behind. A flutter goes through his stomach as he realizes that Fenton knows his coffee order because of how often he's seen Tim take it while visiting, and is willing to drive him home.

He doesn't think about Foley. It's a dangerous thing what he does think about, but by the time the waitress comes by to get Tim's order, Fenton has pulled him into a fascinating conversation of old cartoons, and Tim can't find it in himself to care.

Besides, he was only looking. There was nothing wrong with looking.

[kxsagi]

Salutationsss, hiii, I'm the same anon that sent a request, something abt a nerd readerr, I'm sorry for requesting when you weren't taking at the time! I didn't see 😔. But could I req that same trope again?? Thank so much you for your time!

“𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 🤓☝️”

a/n: hiii you’re all good, but unfortunately i don’t have that request anymore so i’m not sure what specifically you requested

bc of that, i turned this into headcanons and i hope you don’t mind! 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, bachira meguru

isagi yoichi

yoichi thought he was smart until he started dating you. like sure, he knows tactics, he’s got game IQ, but you? you’re out here solving riddles on a whiteboard like it’s nothing. 

he once asked if you wanted to watch a documentary with him and you said “only if it’s narrated by joe dispenza or has a plot twist at the 30-minute mark.” 

he genuinely thinks you have a superpower. how else do you know this much random stuff? 

"you know how many stars are in the milky way galaxy?" you ask. "no," he says. "good. neither do scientists. but i will ruin your sleep schedule by explaining dark matter." 

yoichi gets this glazed-over look when you go off, like he’s watching god speak through you. 

“bro, how do you know all this?” he whispers in awe as you explain entropy using a sandwich. 

he’s not even mad when you correct his grammar in front of people. in fact, he gets a little flustered. "did you just… teach me something in public? … hot. whatwhosaidthat." 

itoshi rin

rin fell for you after overhearing you quote dostoevsky and then immediately say “but also, the scooby-doo gang was gay-coded.” 

he will die before admitting how hot he finds your brain. like, he’ll glare at you when you start infodumping about the history of the guillotine, but that glare is just him trying not to fall for you. 

you send him 20-slide powerpoints at 3 AM about why light yagami was right, and he reads every single one. he’s unwell. 

once he saw you organizing your bookshelf by theme, subgenre, and emotional damage, and he just… stood there. watching. blinking. 

“you okay?” you ask. “… can i kiss you right now or is that, like, a breach of the fibonacci sequence or whatever.” 

he has an entire notes app folder full of weird phrases you say. once you said “i want to kiss you under the fluorescent lights of an abandoned lab” and he had to take a walk. 

god help anyone who tries to outsmart you because rin doesn’t even jump in to help. he just steps aside like, “yeah, go ahead. she’s got it.” 

itoshi sae

sae met you once and immediately started saying “shut up, nerd” in the most loving tone imaginable. 

like yeah he acts unbothered, but if you stop talking about your interests for five seconds he’s like “… why’d you stop?” 

you once brought a clipboard and a graph to explain how his sleep schedule is ruining his skin elasticity. he hasn’t eaten sugar since. 

he’s obsessed with how you argue. like, someone will say, “i didn’t really like that movie” and you’ll go, “well actually, the entire point of the cinematography was to mimic isolation, so your brain’s just too small for the themes.” 

and sae’s in the corner nodding proudly like “yeah. eat ‘em alive, baby.” 

he won’t ever admit it out loud, but if you ever stopped being smart? he would simply perish. 

also: he absolutely starts fights on twitter just to screenshot them and send them to you like “babe, look what this idiot said. go ruin him.” 

kaiser michael

oh he lives for this. the way you ramble about history and sprinkle in “violence”? he is down BAD. 

kaiser will interrupt you mid-rant just to be annoying. like you’re explaining molecular structures and he goes “explain it to me like i’m five… and make it sexy.” “the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.” “well then i am the powerhouse of this relationship.” “please stop talking.” 

if you cosplay? he is fully in character. fake accent. dramatic monologue. he once spent $200 on a fake sword just to match your anime aesthetic. 

calls you “my little google doc” or “professor schatz” in public and refuses to stop. 

he 100% cheats off your notes if you take a class together. 

also once used your obsession with linguistics as an excuse to kiss you mid-sentence: “wait wait, how do you pronounce lo–” smooch “oops. distracted you. guess i win.” 

you're the only person on earth that can out-argue him. and he loves it. even when you humiliate him in a debate club meeting in front of six people. especially then. 

mikage reo

rich. nerd. simp. this man once bought you a whiteboard wall so you could explain conspiracy theories and niche film symbolism uninterrupted. 

he funds your hobbies like it’s a government project. need 72 highlighters in pastel? boom. got ‘em. a limited edition sailor moon notebook with gold foil? already shipped. “i just need this for journaling, reo.” “you mean world domination. say less.” 

he loves pretending he doesn’t understand what you’re talking about just to hear you explain it like a teacher. 

he’ll sit there all wide-eyed like, “woah, tell me more about black holes.” 

you once built a 3D model of the solar system for fun. he walked in, saw saturn, and said, “hey babe. just like saturn, i’ll adorn you with the most beautiful rings in the universe.” 

he once got jealous because you were paying more attention to your manga than him. “you’ve been reading for three hours.” “i’m at the part where they confess their undying love, you can’t interrupt now–” “… i’ll confess my undying love right now if it gets me eye contact.” 

nagi seishiro

nagi doesn’t understand a single thing you’re talking about, but he loves the way you talk. 

you could be explaining the lifecycle of a parasite and he’d just go “cool... say that again but slower. it sounded pretty.” 

he gets very attached to your reading time. you’ll be curled up with a book and he’ll just drape himself over you like a weighted blanket and nap while you whisper lore. 

you tried to teach him a game strategy once using chess pieces and he got bored halfway through and started kissing your neck. “sei, focus.” “i am focused. on the smartest person i know.” 

he secretly loves it when you make schedules, take notes, organize everything – he feels calmer with your brain leading the way. 

you once said, “i’d choose you even in a logic simulation.” and he got so flustered he forgot how to hold his phone for five minutes. 

shidou ryusei

you are the one person on earth who intimidates him. not because you’re loud, but because you’re smart and savage. 

he’ll say something like “gravity’s a myth” and you’ll deadpan, “so is your personality.” 

he flirts with you just to hear what kind of insults you’ll hurl back. 

you’ll be like “actually, that’s a misinterpretation of the theory of relativity” and he’ll be like “wow. you wanna kiss me or correct me harder, nerdzilla?” 

he once called your bookshelf a “nerd shrine” and you kicked him out. he came back with snacks and a post-it that said “i’ll behave if you teach me about the holy trinity”. 

he thinks it’s hilarious when you use big words. starts repeating them wrong on purpose. “you’re being extremely cacophonous right now.” “aw, thanks. i try.” 

he says he doesn’t care about your trivia. but the next week, he quotes you during a fight with a ref. “well actually, statistically speaking, you’re 73% more likely to suck.” 

karasu tabito

karasu walked in on you doing sudoku while eating spicy ramen and watching a documentary and went, “yep. that’s my girl.” 

he teases you constantly but don’t let that fool you – he brags about you to everyone. “yeah, she solved a murder mystery in two minutes. sexy, right?” 

he once found your annotated copy of crime and punishment and was like “damn, she’s not just a menace, she’s an educated menace.” 

he makes fun of your color-coded calendar, but then uses it religiously. 

calls your bookbag your “bat-nerd utility belt.” 

you once said “i organize chaos with knowledge” and he choked on his water because how are you both terrifying and hot at the same time. 

he 100% made you a trivia quiz as a date activity and cried when you got a perfect score. 

“i can’t even spell aesthetic,” he sniffled. “but you… you're a weapon of intellect.” 

bachira meguru

bachira thinks your brain is the eighth wonder of the world. he stares at you when you talk like you’re casting a spell. 

he mimics you when you start nerding out. “so actually, the evolution of language–” 

“babe, are you possessed again? blink twice if you’re still in there.” 

he brings you weird niche books from secondhand stores and is like “i got this because it looks cursed. i knew you’d love it.” 

he once watched you do a sudoku puzzle and got jealous of the numbers. “why are you smiling at that box like that.” 

loves playing study music and drawing you while you read. your “reading face” is his favorite thing ever. 

he doesn’t get half the things you say but if someone else calls you a nerd? he’s biting ankles. no hesitation. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[binmeister]

KPop Demon Hunters idea drabbles/one-shot

Male Bodyguard Reader who is the son of Celine. He's trained to protect Huntrix not only from crazy fans but serves as a standby hunter if one of the girls are injured.

He also has fans due to his handsome appearance. He is always spotted in photos. Even when he is focused on his job, fans swoon over his good looks. But most importantly how he takes care of the girls. Making sure their safety is top priority.

This was a bit inspired from the bodyguard of South Korea's former 12th president

Strong, dependable.. handsome?

Huntr/x x Bodyguard!Reader

Thank you for your request! Mostly drabbles and loose headcanons for this one - hope this is what you envisioned and maybe I’ll conjure up more for this in future (maybe)

CW: Masc! Pronouns used occasionally, mostly fluff - not proofread

Strong, dependable, hard-working and maybe even handsome. Those were what described you best according to the Huntr/x girls, what best explained the kind of person you were in their eyes and something their fans had to agree on. Being an idol sensation like Celine’s son was not an easy feat, you had a strict up-bringing and had grown up alongside Rumi and eventually getting to know the other Huntr/x members personally selected by your mother and you’d become a major pillar in their lives.

Admittedly you struggled to accept Rumi for what she was at first - everything your mother told you told her she was wrong, a mistake, shouldn’t of been allowed to live. But you watched her grow up, the insecurities that were instilled in her and it broke your heart the night you had caught her curled up in her room crying softly to herself as she questioned why she existed.. wondered why a cursed existence like her was alive. You were both only children at the time. It’s safe to say it was a known fact between the girls and the fans that you were attached to Rumi, a little more protective of her than the others but still professional on the surface.

You became Mira‘s favourite sparring partner, she knew she could go all out when you guys trained because you could take the hit. Take the beating. And then you started to match her height, bulked up over time with age as well - your hits when you sparred getting softer because you were worried about hurting her. She’d complained to you about it after one session but there was a flush to her face that you couldn’t tell was from embarrassment at being treated as weaker or if she was just out of breath from the last match you had.

Zoey loved to cling onto you like a little koala. She was full of energy most of the time but whenever she saw you standing guard, on duty at any of their events she couldn’t resist it and would come bounding over to you - jumping onto your back and giddily laughing like a kid when you chuckled and held her weight with one hand. Your other still occupied with calmly motioning for the fans to stand in line and not overcrowd the area. These moments often went viral online, shipping culture losing their MINDS over it. #Zo[Name]

You’d become rather popular with fans online, often being caught in the background of fan pictures of the girls and you’d tried your best to stay out of frame so your face was often blurred. But that only hyped people up online because who is that hot guy next to the girls? There was so much online discussion that sometimes you’d have to listen to Zoey and Mira read it aloud to you while travelling to their next location and you’d feel bashful as they read out comment, after comment, after comment, of fans gushing about how much they wished to have someone like you in their life.

Then Mira started losing it as she started to read out a few thirstier and raunchier comments, you pleaded with her to stop as Rumi covered Zoey’s ears and assisted you in getting Mira to please stop.  Safe to say you were a little shy when some fans were excited to see you at events, in mild concern on whether or not one of these unsuspecting fans were the type that were screaming about wanting you on top of them on social media.

You’re often their care taker, your mother had left that to you after you’d become an adult so half of the time if it wasn’t Bobby trying to be a girl dad to the girls - it was you trying to take care of them. Fix up the battle scars and make sure that they were well fed, with healthier alternatives to their ramyeon cravings all the time. You’d have to force them to bed some days, when they were too stubborn to move off the couch and fell asleep in horrendous positions and mess up their backs for the next day if you didn’t haul them up in a princess carry and tuck them into their respective beds.

The girls mentioned it on a live stream a few times, yourself caught in these livestreams too, but they’d gush about you. Fans asking them personal questions about you and how you treat them, Zoey would gleefully overshare about all the stuff you do for them and the comments would explode over how much of a ‘green flag’ you were. Mira would talk about how strong you are, trying to omit the fact that she knew first hand because she likes to fight you for fun and it left Rumi to mention that she’s glad she got to grow up with you. The older brother figure she needed in her life to help keep her sane.

There was a live stream that’s been archived and praised online as THE!!! live stream - you’d walked completely into frame without knowing they were live, just assumed the girls were freaking out about something and you’d hushed them down and they listened to you. Their voices getting softer as you gently reprimanded and reminded them that they have a show tomorrow that they shouldn’t risk their voices over, a bag filled with food in hand as they followed you into the kitchen as you continued your ramble and started to make food for them. #GreenFlagCook! was trending for a few weeks after that.

You honestly wouldn’t have known if you didn’t get a call from Celine the next day to poke fun at you, though she was a little concerned on why you weren’t doing a better job at keeping yourself hidden. She raised you better than that, her son should also have better posture and people might think you always slouch. You felt defeated after getting an earful from your mum but it had been a fun memory with the girls as they kept teasing you about it for a while as well.

The fans that you’d gained and interacted with were kind, most being respectful of your boundaries and there was another viral moment that happened. Sometimes the crowds would be rowdy, pushing and shoving each other to try and get a better angle for their picture or to push their way to the front to get an autograph from the girls as they pass by. You’d been there when a smaller fan was shoved to the ground, her voice a soft gasp as she landed on her hands and nearly got crushed by other aggressive fans if you hadn’t stepped in and shielded her with your body. “You okay?” You’d asked as you had picked her up by her waist, stepping over the barricade and letting her catch her breath away from the mass amounts of bodies and let’s just say she may have fell in love that day.

Sometimes the Huntr/x girls can’t resist taking secret photos of you and posting it to their socials, tagging it with something goofy because they just wanted to TALK about you! You always took such good care of them and they didn’t know how else to show their appreciation, you refused to accept gifts and it was hard to pinpoint if you liked anything in particular because you’d just accept anything they gave you with gratitude.

[mylovesstuffs]

More or less, I’m still recovering.

This absolutely had me by the throat, the heart, and all the hidden corners of my domestic-romantic soul. Like, at face value, it’s a simple premise: a petty (?) [though y/n was just trying to help—but also she kinda should've let go BUT Jun didn't have to do that] little argument that gets out of hand. But insofar as emotional realism and character dynamics go, this was brutal in the gentlest, most well-written way.

From the very beginning, there’s this slight tension between the excitement of a new chapter [baby clothes!!!] and the weight of unspoken stress — and needless to say, that contrast hit so hard. You see reader trying to be sweet, trying to preserve the joy, and you know something’s about to go south. And when it does... Oh, it hurts 😭😭😭😭 THE FIGHT. Generally speaking, I’ve never wanted to shove a fictional man [yes bc hesunot real here] into a wall while also hugging him in the same breath more than I did Jun. He’s so stupid [affectionate], like sir why are you saying that?? Why are you yelling?? Be that as it may, his spiral into guilt and panic was portrayed SO WELL, like what the heck June???? The tossing and turning, the desperate planning of his apology, the flowers in the vase, the cereal logic??? Like he thought him arranging flowers [though I think this worked AFTER their conversations], making breakfast and dinner could fix emotional devastation and honestly?? I respect the hustle

And let me just say: I was going “ah” every five seconds like I could only make one sound. That’s how wrecked I was. The argument scene was the hardest thing I’ve read in a while. You captured that feeling of being completely disconnected from someone you love so well. The silence, the sting of being left behind in the middle of emotional mess… it physically hurt to read. And that means it was written perfectly 🥲 And yet here’s the thing, I still understood both both of them. I could see where Jun was coming from, his the frustration, the overwhelm, when your brain short-circuits when you're upset and you say things you don’t mean. And her hopefulness and her trying to hold things together. The heartbreak of being left to sit in silence with all that love and pain at once. Neither of them was perfect, and that’s what made it work imo.

And then, to rephrase the feeling: pure devastation when he realizes she’s not home. The overnight bag, the toothbrush, the absence, that moment cracked my soul open like a soft-boiled egg iykwim even though I don't know how to explain what I mean by boiled egg 🤡 but that how Ielt. Boiled egg 🥚[imagine it's a soft boiled egg with oozy center lol]. But the cherry on top is him knowing where to check. Knowing her routines. Knowing her heart, even if he just temporarily forgot how to handle it.

All things considered, the scene where she returns home and he doesn’t even let her walk in properly before apologizing... I cried. No exaggeration. I was holding my breath. The way he loves her and the way she, even after everything, still says “I love you” — my god. Reader is so emotionally mature 🥹 I just want to wrap her in a blanket and give her warm green tea. Jun too. After I lightly slap him once [sorry June]. And the ending with the flowers, the blueberry/strawberry waffles, the baby clothes [still dk when he bought those], the forgiveness... It didn’t erase the hurt, but it layered comfort on top of it in a way that felt earned, and so, so loving.

Again, this fic wrecked me in the best way. To some extent, I am now a ghost writing this. But be that as it may, I would read it again and again. Thank you for this perfectly painful little piece of comfort, @junkissed It was everything.

Under the cut is me again... live commenting in my head [my notes app]

what do you do now? no— you know exactly what you need to do, and it’s a long list of things. the real question is, where do you begin? — this actually a valid concern to have.

but you remembered he’d mentioned so many times about how excited he would be to pick out clothes once you got pregnant. you would want him to have the honor of picking out the very first one, going to the store together and looking through the whole section before finally settling on the perfect one.— ahhhhh I wanna see Jun picking out baby clothesssss. It's gonna be so cuteeee.

but you’re still on a high after everything today, so you decide on being a little bit sweeter to him in the hopes that your happiness will be contagious and that it’ll lift his spirits, despite what was probably a really awful day at work.— Ah, it could all go south now 😬 eeeee I’m scared.

“i said, what do you want?”— ah 😰😭 he repeated ahhhh fttrxtdxrt I'm worried how it'll go

so he’s saying he doesn’t regret everything else, the cursing and the anger and the pointed words that were clearly meant to hurt you? — ah so now if you put it like this 😭

your heart drops even further when you realize it is, in fact, from jun, but not the news you want to hear.— AHHHHHH. The more I read, the more I worry. If they never let an argument sit for this long, then this one is big. Him staying overnight at Cheol’s and not coming home… omg. Both are really going through it 😩

you squeeze him so tightly you know it must hurt, but he doesn’t say anything,— oh seokmin :( he's the comforting friend we all need during our hard times :(

jun can’t stop tossing and turning. he’s fucked up, he knows he fucked up, big time.— uh now it's all coming back at him 😩😬

but in that moment all he could think about was what the next awful thing he might say to you was,— ahhh I wonder what he had to say. What was that awful thing in his mind?

he knows it won’t make up for how he acted, but the very least he can do it buy you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.— At least he’s trying to fix it. It won’t erase the fact that he left her in the dark last night, but both were hurting… yeah. I hope they figure it out 🥺

he plans out everything he’ll do in the car. he’ll bring the groceries in and put them away quickly; it’s still fairly early in the morning, so hopefully you won’t be awake yet. he’ll arrange your flowers all nice in a pretty vase, and he’ll come in and wake you up with the best apology of his life and hopefully a really big hug. after the last 24 hours he really could use a hug, and he’s sure you could too. and then he’ll explain how sorry he is and how he didn’t mean any of it and then everything will be better again. yes, everything will be okay.— AHHHHHH HIS SINCERITY AND REGRET TO THE WHOLE SITUATION is making me feel so happy and bittersweet 😭😭 but she’s not home…

you aren’t usually up this early, but maybe you hadn’t been able to sleep and you’d gone out for a walk, or maybe you’d gone to the store to get more cereal?— I’m sorry, bro, but that’s unfortunately not the case today. I feel so bad for both of them 😩

he walks back into the bedroom to confirm something, sliding open the closet door to check. your overnight duffel bag is gone. he ducks back into the bathroom to check something else. your toothbrush isn’t sitting in the jar like it usually is. he slides open the bathroom drawer to check one more thing, and— — OMG I love how he knows exactly where and what to check. AND OMG DID HE FIND THE PREGNANCY TEST?!?!?!??!?!?

he figures seokmin is his best bet, so jun takes a deep breath and finds the contact in his phone.— WOW. I mean yes, he’s her husband and he should know this, but omg, I love how well he knows her and can narrow it down like this.

“���if you had known?’ so you won’t yell at me if i’m pregnant, but you’re just fine with yelling at me when you think i’m not? is that the only reason why you’re even apologizing to me right now?" — Oh I’m going to cry 😭 It’s so hard knowing both sides and not being able to step in and fix anything because IT’S JUST A STORY 😭💔 My heart breaks for both of them.

“…i love you," you add, changing your mind at the last second.— I LOVE Y/N. I LOVE YOU. YOU’RE THE REAL DEAL. I LOVE YOU!

before you can even respond his eyes widen, like he's just now remembering all the things he had planned, and he lets go of you, bounding into the kitchen. he returns seconds later with a huge glass vase full of flowers, practically tripping over his own feet in his rush to hand them to you. "and i got these for you, too. sorry they're not the best, it's all the store had this morning."— OH I LOVE YOU TOO JUN 😭 they’re such a cute couple 🥹 I’d love to be their friend or neighbor.

he laughs. "no crying anymore. and i did promise you that, so tell me: do you want blueberry waffles, or strawberry?"— aaaaaa so cuteeeeee

happy ending

member — husband!junhui x f reader genre — angst, fluff, hurt/comfort word count — 6.6k synopsis — a pointless argument escalates until both of you need some space, but it couldn't come at a worse time. warnings — female reader, planned pregnancy, there's a big argument but i tried to not make it too toxic (jun and reader have a happy & healthy relationship i promise), swearing, there is a happy ending lots of fluff !! notes — requested by anon — this has been sitting in my drafts for months bc every time i look at it i get shy and wanna change my mind but i'm proud of how this turned out so i'm posting it finally! i know pregnancy fics aren't everyone's favorite but this was honestly very comforting to write so i hope anyone who chooses to read can find comfort in it as well <3 also the last time i proofread this was like april and if i try to proofread it rn i'll get shy again and chicken out so if there's any mistakes pls ignore! i hope you enjoy :)

you sat on the bathroom floor, trying to comprehend the weight of the news you held in your hand. you couldn’t believe it. you could? you couldn’t. 

after many months of trying to start a family with your husband, you had finally succeeded. the slim plastic stick with two tiny pink lines was the last piece of evidence you needed. it had been months of carefully tracked cycles, fertility doctors, and new positions that seemed too weird to actually do anything. but now, everything was finally falling into place.

you don’t know exactly how much time you spend sitting on the floor and staring at the pregnancy test; thinking, planning, and thinking some more. but when you finally stand up and place the positive test on the counter with shaking hands, it still hasn’t fully sunk in yet what’s happening. something you’d wanted for so long, and finally it was all right in front of you.

what do you do now? no— you know exactly what you need to do, and it’s a long list of things. the real question is, where do you begin?

you thought back to all the videos you’d watched over the last few weeks. somehow every social media algorithm knew exactly what you wanted to see, and it had given it to you in abundance; baby showers, gender reveals, those “get ready with me - new mom edition” videos. all getting your hopes up before you could confirm whether or not it had finally happened.

with your hopes high and expectations even higher, you were already beginning to plan how you would break the news to junhui. as your husband and your soon-to-be baby’s father, of course you wanted him to be the very first person to know, so you couldn’t wait too long to tell him. you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

maybe you’d get a little gift box and give the test to him before dinner. but, then again, it was literally a piece of plastic you’d peed on. surely you could give him… something a little nicer than that.

maybe you could buy a baby outfit and wrap it up for him. but you remembered he’d mentioned so many times about how excited he would be to pick out clothes once you got pregnant. you would want him to have the honor of picking out the very first one, going to the store together and looking through the whole section before finally settling on the perfect one.

what else was there you could do? bake a cake? make a crossword puzzle? buy him a t-shirt that says “dad-to-be”? so many ways you could do it, but none of them seemed perfectly right.

from the other room you hear the door opening, and hurriedly you stuff the test into a drawer, not wanting to tell him just yet. you need a plan first; waiting another day or two couldn’t hurt, so you’ll just have to figure out how to tell him later.

you flip off the bathroom light and stride into the hallway, barely able to contain the grin on your face. you’ve always been terrible at keeping secrets, and with news as big and exciting as this you have no idea how you’re going to be able to hide it from him for more than a minute.

but luckily you don’t have to wonder about it for long, because as soon as you see jun you can already tell he’s in a sour mood. 

you know it’s usually best to let him have some time alone when he’s upset, but not for too long because he starts getting frustrated with himself and won’t stop working until he’s exhausted.

but you’re still on a high after everything today, so you decide on being a little bit sweeter to him in the hopes that your happiness will be contagious and that it’ll lift his spirits, despite what was probably a really awful day at work.

you find him sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands, long fingers pressed against his eyes trying to block out the light.

“hey, junnie,” you call out, sitting down in a chair next to him. “bad day?”

“yeah,” he answers shortly.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you hum, putting your hand on his shoulder, but he flinches and your hand falls away in surprise. he’s never done that before. weird. you try something else. “um, any requests for dinner?”

“not hungry.”

“alright. well, i guess i can cook up some veggies and leave them out, you can heat them up whenever you get hungry.”

he moves his hands away from his face and onto the table, sighing as he leans back in his chair. “can you just— leave me alone for a while? i’m sorry.”

you nod and stand up. “no, it’s fine. i get it. i’ll bring you some tea later then, maybe. text me when you’re feeling better.” you reach out and gently touch his hand before walking away, leaving him alone at the table.

it’s definitely one of his worser days, you note, so you retreat to your bedroom to watch more videos on your phone, trying to bring back your excitement from earlier. hopefully later he’ll be more open and you can sit down and eat something, and maybe by then you’ll have come up with a good way to tell him the news.

an hour passes and you come out of your bedroom to look for jun, having a question from one of your friends about the dinner you’d arranged to have together next week. but he’s no longer in the kitchen, so you peek your head into his office room and find him exactly where you expect him to be, trying to work himself to death.

you clear your throat before you enter, not wanting to startle him again. “hey, junnie, i know you’re in a bad mood, and i’m sorry to interrupt, but—”

“what do you want?” he snaps, never turning around from his desk. just from the way he’s hunched over his computer, he looks like the most stressed you’ve ever seen him, and your chest tightens with worry before your brain registers what he’s just said to you.

“i— excuse me?”

“i said, what do you want?” he repeats, still facing away from you.

you resist the urge to glare at him, knowing he’s probably under a lot of pressure, and you aren’t trying to add to it. “you don’t have to be rude, jun. i just came in here to double check about next weekend, minghao’s texting me.”

he finally lifts his head, slamming his hand down on the desk. “i’m really trying not to snap at you, but— jesus, you make it so fucking hard sometimes.”

you raise your eyebrows in disbelief, your voice lifting in tone. “well, i’m so very sorry to inconvenience you then, but i really don’t appreciate you talking to me like that, jun.”

“and i don’t appreciate you talking to me like i’m a child! when will you get it through your head?”

his comment stings, but you brush it off. “well, maybe if you’d just talk to me like an adult instead of throwing a fit and hiding in your office then i wouldn’t have to treat you like one!” you’re starting to get tired of how he retreats in on himself every time bad shit happens. all you want to do is let him know he doesn’t have to do it alone, and he’s just… exploding at you for no reason, so you don’t try to hide the snarkiness behind your words.

he scoffs angrily and stands up, towering over you at his full height. “oh, grow up! you’re so moody all the time and you expect me to just put up with it! as if i don’t have enough other shit to worry about, i have to worry about what you think of this and that and everything all the damn time!”

you’ve never seen him get so angry like this, and it’s almost scary how completely different this jun is from the jun you know and love. “okay, jun, fine, i’ll just—”

“no, don’t fucking “jun, fine” me. it’s like you’re doing it on purpose at this point, you act like everything is just so perfect and then when it’s not you act like it’s your job to fix everything! you can’t fix everything!”

“i said fine! just forget it, i’ll leave you the hell alone like you always want!”

he pushes past you and crosses the room in two strides, grabbing his keys off the hook by the door, his hand already on the doorknob. “i need to get some air. i’ll be back later.”

you fold your arms over your chest, trying to look unphased but inside your heart is breaking. “you’re really gonna walk out like that? you’re just gonna run away from this? real mature, junhui.”

he spins around, and the look in his eyes is cold. “if i don’t get out of this house right now i’m gonna say something i actually regret.”

and in a flash the door is slammed shut and jun is gone. you can hear his car starting up in the driveway, and seconds later everything is dead silent.

you stand frozen in front of the door, unable to move. you can’t believe it. you can’t. what just happened?

jun has never just… walked out like that.

his words ring in your ears; though your argument wasn’t very long, a lot was said in a very short time and you can’t even begin to think about how to process it as it starts to hit you all at once.

say something he actually regrets? what the hell does that mean? so he’s saying he doesn’t regret everything else, the cursing and the anger and the pointed words that were clearly meant to hurt you?

minute after long minute passes and you realize he’s not coming back anytime soon. finally you drag yourself away from the door, dropping down on the couch in a daze.

there’s never been a time where you and jun haven’t made up immediately after an argument. sure, maybe you take a little bit to cool down in your own space, but neither of you like letting the tension sit unresolved for very long. so what was it this time that made him leave without even a goodbye?

so many reasons, so many excuses, so many words you could’ve said instead. you shouldn’t have reacted like that, you shouldn’t have kept it going, you should’ve just left him alone. would that have made him stay? if you’d backed down sooner and just let him work through it on his own?

despite all the what-ifs and the doubts in your mind, your conscience won’t allow you to let him worry about everything by himself without at least offering your help. you’re a team, husband and wife, and you’ll be damned if you let him forget that. maybe you trying to help actually made things worse in the end, but at least you know you tried… right?

it’s not until you check your phone and realize that jun’s been gone more than half an hour that you finally let yourself cry. you’d been so focused on worrying about where jun was and whether he was okay that you’d barely even thought about what might happen after this.

will he just… come back and pretend nothing happened? will he come back and still be angry at you? it would almost be worse if he was calm and acted like everything was normal. would he even apologize? would you even apologize? of course you would. both of you said things that were fucked up, and you’ll be the first to admit it if it means this whole thing can be over. right now all you want is to have junhui back.

the tears keep falling but you don’t even feel yourself crying, your face rigid as the tears continue to stain your cheeks.

after an hour you force yourself to get up off the couch and move somewhere, anywhere around the house to try and get your mind off things. but you can’t erase his voice from your head, the look in his eyes as he walked out the door and the way his shoulders hunched from anger mixed with exhaustion.

you find yourself back in your bedroom and you fall onto his side of the bed, wishing you would wake up to find that this has all just been a very bad dream.

it’s after 10pm when you hear your phone buzz on the nightstand and you sit up in a panic, scrambling to see if it’s something from jun. your eyes sting from crying so much, and you blink away the remaining tears as you unlock your phone with shaking hands. your heart drops even further when you realize it is, in fact, from jun, but not the news you want to hear.

you let your phone slip out of your grasp, tumbling to the carpet with a thud. when he’d said he’d be back later you had assumed that meant he’d be coming back tonight. clearly you thought wrong.

tomorrow seemed so far away; too much time to spend alone in a house that was supposed to be filled with happy memories, but now all you felt was pain. you felt it in your chest and in your stomach and in your head and everywhere. the whole room was suffocating, heavy weight crushing down on you from every angle.

you slide to the floor and pick up your phone. you don’t text junhui back. you’re not sure anymore if he’d even read your message. 

instead you type in your friend seokmin’s phone number, listening to the line ring as you wipe the back of your hand across your eyes.

as soon as he picks up, he can hear the anguish in your voice and he’s begging you to tell him what’s wrong, but all you can muster up is a soft, “can i stay with you tonight?” because you can’t bear to be in this house another second without junhui. 

and of course he says yes, and of course he’s immediately on his way over to pick you up. and of course he stops at mcdonald’s on the way back to his house to buy you something to eat, because you haven’t eaten and even though you don’t particularly have much of an appetite right now, seokmin would rather die than let you skip a meal, especially on a night like tonight when you could really use something to keep you going.

you throw your overnight bag on the floor of seokmin’s living room with a small sigh. in a haze you’d tossed in whatever items you thought you might need; a toothbrush, pajamas, something to wash your face with. 

he gives you space for a while as he pulls out the folding bed part of the couch and brings out blankets and pillows for you to sleep with. you don’t say it, but you really appreciate his help. he’s been one of your best friends for so long, and you don’t know what you’d do without him. 

you hadn’t thought about it while you were packing, but as you stand in seokmin’s bathroom you think about the cleanser you’d grabbed; your favorite one, the one jun had gotten you for your birthday last year and you’d never switched to another brand since. 

every single thing reminds you of him, and you push down a fresh wave of emotion as you scrub the foam into your skin, trying to wash away all your tears.

when you’re done getting ready for bed you find seokmin in the living room with a pot of tea. he was just trying to help, but unluckily for him, he’d made green tea. it was your favorite… but it also happened to be jun’s favorite.

and this time you can’t hold back your tears, and seokmin is sitting wide eyed and bewildered, wondering why you’re crying over tea, but he doesn’t ask. he just reaches out to let you hug him, and you squeeze him so tightly you know it must hurt, but he doesn’t say anything, just lets you hug him as hard as you can and lets your tears stain his t-shirt.

it takes another half hour for you to calm down enough to talk. you’d spent the time watching whatever was on tv, not really paying attention and instead playing everything back in your mind. seokmin had just sat next to you, quietly keeping you company until you were ready.

“jun and i… had a fight,” you say finally, interrupting the commercial playing on the screen.

“i figured,” he says, offering you a comforting smile as he mutes the tv. “do you wanna talk about it?”

“i don’t know. there’s not much to talk about.” you take a shaky breath, remembering it all one more time. “we both said some awful things that we didn’t mean. at least, i know i didn’t mean them. then he just… left, and he texted that he’d come home tomorrow. that’s it.”

you don’t tell him about the pregnancy test. you’ve mentioned once or twice that you and jun had been interested in starting a family, but you’d never gone into detail about it and you weren’t going to now. you still wanted jun to be the first person to know, even though you didn’t know when that might be anymore.

you tell him about other things instead, about your day at work and your plans for the weekend. eventually you finish your tea, and seokmin retreats to his own room and shuts the door with a quiet click, leaving you alone in the quiet of his living room.

it takes you a long time to fall asleep, but soon your exhaustion catches up with you and you let yourself rest, physically and emotionally drained. at least the silence here isn’t as bad as the silence at your house.

across town in his friend seungcheol’s guest bedroom, jun can’t stop tossing and turning. he’s fucked up, he knows he fucked up, big time.

why did he leave? he shouldn’t have left. you had been absolutely right, he was running away from everything and it was stupid and dumb and immature. but in that moment all he could think about was what the next awful thing he might say to you was, and he knew if he had stayed for any longer he wouldn’t have been able to stop what came out of his mouth. he was out of control, and immediately he knew it.

not even the worst day in the world could make you deserving of all the things he said to you. you were the only thing that wasn’t bad in his life; even on shitty days like today, all you did was care about him. and all he did was hurt you.

jun barely sleeps that night, finally forcing himself out of the extra bed at dawn. he’d been too anxious to sleep, too frustrated with himself to do anything other than think about everything he did and wonder if you were okay without him.

he’d already gotten an earful from his friend last night, and he knew he was still in big trouble. the things he said wouldn’t just go away overnight. in fact, they’d probably gotten worse by leaving them to build up overnight, and again he’s kicking himself for ever leaving in the first place.

he packs up his things as quickly as he can, eager to get home and see you again. on his way out the door, he thanks seungcheol for letting him stay the night and he apologizes for bothering him so late.

“i’m not the one you need to apologize to. you better figure out how to fix this, jun.”

with a straight face he nods, bowing his head as he closes the door.

in his car, jun takes the long way home, trying to find an open grocery store. he knows it won’t make up for how he acted, but the very least he can do it buy you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

he walks through the aisles, basket in hand, trying to think of something else for you. maybe he’ll get the ingredients he needs to make your favorite dinner tonight; he hadn’t eaten last night, though you had offered to cook for him and he’d shot you down.

he feels another pang of guilt at the thought, remembering yet another kind gesture you’d tried to give him that he’d brushed off like it meant nothing. it meant everything to him, and in the middle of the frozen vegetables aisle he swore he wouldn’t ever do it again. 

he’d taken you for granted, and he was so lucky that things hadn’t ended worse than they did. he could’ve said something truly unforgivable, or he could’ve even lost your relationship altogether. but he was still yours, and you were still his, and he would just have to work extra hard to make sure you knew how sincere he was.

he’d been a little worried that you hadn’t texted him back last night, seeing that you’d read his message but never responded. you were probably still hurt, and he didn’t blame you; still, he’d hoped you would say something back.

with grocery bags loaded full of ingredients for dinner and the special things he’d bought for you, the drive back home feels a little more hopeful.

he plans out everything he’ll do in the car. he’ll bring the groceries in and put them away quickly; it’s still fairly early in the morning, so hopefully you won’t be awake yet. he’ll arrange your flowers all nice in a pretty vase, and he’ll come in and wake you up with the best apology of his life and hopefully a really big hug. after the last 24 hours he really could use a hug, and he’s sure you could too. and then he’ll explain how sorry he is and how he didn’t mean any of it and then everything will be better again. yes, everything will be okay.

the first part of his plan goes perfectly. he sneaks into the house and when he’s met with silence he continues putting everything away, quietly so he won’t wake you up in the other room. then, he puts the flowers in a vase and with everything in place, he walks down the hallway to finally face you.

but when he twists the bedroom door handle, the bed is made and the room is empty. you aren’t there.

he frowns, leaving the room and poking his head into the bathroom, then his office. he calls your name loudly, hoping you’re just in a corner of the house and you’ll come out once you hear him. but no reply.

he goes back into the living room and sets the vase down on the coffee table, trying to think. you aren’t usually up this early, but maybe you hadn’t been able to sleep and you’d gone out for a walk, or maybe you’d gone to the store to get more cereal? 

a sinking feeling rises in his chest, and he walks back into the bedroom to confirm something, sliding open the closet door to check. your overnight duffel bag is gone.

he ducks back into the bathroom to check something else. your toothbrush isn’t sitting in the jar like it usually is. he slides open the bathroom drawer to check one more thing, and—

his hand freezes on the knob, staring at something in the drawer that wasn’t there before. he’s not sure it is what he thinks it is, but either way there it is, clear as day in front of him: a little white piece of plastic, sticking out from underneath a tissue. 

gingerly he pulls it out, holding it up to the light to see it better. when he sees the two pink lines he nearly drops it in shock, but he stops himself, setting it gently on the counter instead.

this is something special, something precious, and he knew he had to take care of it. you’d saved it for a reason; you could’ve easily just thrown it away once you knew the results, but you had kept it instead. were you going to give it to him?

he covers his mouth with his hand, still staring at the stick sitting on the edge of the sink. it was just a cheap piece of plastic, but to him it was the most important thing in the entire world.

he deflates when he realizes you’d probably been planning on telling him last night, before he’d blown up at you. if he’d been paying attention to anyone other than himself, he would’ve noticed your mood was happier than usual, your face glowing with contained excitement. he should’ve been paying attention.

there’s a sense of urgency in his stride as he dashes around the house, looking for any other sign of you, but it’s clear you weren’t there. there were so many places you could be, he can’t even begin to think of where to look. your parents, friends, family; hell, you could even have stayed in a hotel, alone and upset. he should’ve been there. none of this should’ve ever happened.

immediately he presses the speed dial for your phone, but of course– no answer. he calls again, and again you don’t pick up. he curses, resisting the urge to slam his phone down on the table in frustration. no, he has to stay calm. that’s what got him into this whole fucking mess in the first place.

he remembers that your parents are out of town on vacation, so you probably wouldn’t have gone there. you wouldn’t have gone to a hotel because you always lecture him about the importance of saving money “just in case”, so you wouldn’t have paid to stay somewhere. your sister is still in college and shares an apartment with three other people, so probably not the best idea either. 

that narrows it down to one of your friends’ houses; seokmin, who lives a couple blocks away, or joshua, who lives on the other side of town.

he figures seokmin is his best bet, so jun takes a deep breath and finds the contact in his phone.

“what do you want?” seokmin’s usually cheery voice has an edge to it today, and jun knows he’s picked right.

“is she there?” he asks anxiously.

“she is,” he confirms, and jun exhales, letting out the breath he had been holding in. “but she’s asleep still. i’ll let her know you called.”

“wait,” jun adds quickly.

the line is silent for a moment, and he’s afraid seokmin’s already hung up, but finally he gets a response. “what is it?”

"can i–are you sure? please," jun pleads. if he could just talk to you, just explain what happened and that he's so fucking sorry—

“hold on,” seokmin says, and the phone goes quiet again.

jun’s heart is in his throat as he waits for a response, and he stops when he finally hears your voice. “hello?”

he breathes a sigh of relief. “sweetheart. i’m so sorry.”

you don’t reply, so he continues.

“i’m glad you’re okay,” he starts, trying to put the right words together. “i shouldn’t have said any of that last night, and i shouldn’t have left. i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry.”

“thanks” is all you say, and he hates how small and sad your voice sounds. it’s his fault you sound like that.

“i found your test,” he bursts out, unable to hide his excitement any longer.

“oh." you pause, swallowing. "so… you know.”

“yes, i do know, baby. i’m so sorry, if i had known before—”

you cut him off, your tone suddenly rising with anger. “‘if you had known?’ so you won’t yell at me if i’m pregnant, but you’re just fine with yelling at me when you think i’m not? is that the only reason why you’re even apologizing to me right now?"

“no— fuck, no, of course not. i shouldn’t yell at you, period. and i’m not going to ever again.” jun pauses for a second, rubbing his hand over his eyes. he’s done nothing so far but make everything worse. “i really messed up, honey, and i’m sorry. i can’t say it enough. but— please, come home. i don’t want to talk over the phone.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to will away the tears that threaten to fall again. you don’t want to cry about this anymore. “okay,” you say finally. “i’ll be home in a little while.”

“thank you,” jun says, and the way his voice breaks makes your heart sink. you can tell he feels awful about everything, and you do really, really miss him.

“…i love you," you add, changing your mind at the last second.

“i love you, too!” he says immediately. “i love you, too, honey. text me when you’re on your way.”

“i will.”

he says “i love you” twice more before you end the call. you sit in silence for a second, processing everything before you stand up off the couch and head to seokmin’s room to give him back his phone.

"can you take me home now, please?" you tell him softly, and immediately seokmin stands up and hugs you, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

"of course. let me know when you're ready."

half an hour later you find yourself in the front seat of seokmin’s car once again, this time sitting nervously in his driveway as he puts your bag in the trunk for you. you're still not sure if you're ready to face jun yet, but you know you have to.

reluctantly you unlock your phone and open your text messages with jun, your eyes landing on the text he'd sent last night that had gone unreplied. with shaky fingers you type out that you're leaving seokmin’s house, and jun replies almost instantly with a long string of heart emojis.

seokmin gets into the car and starts it, and you exhale and set your phone in the cupholder.

"are you okay?" he asks, turning to look at you. "because you can always let me know if you need anything. anytime, day or night."

"i'm alright," you say, taking a deep breath. "i'm fine. but thank you, seok. i really appreciate everything."

he smiles, shifting the car into reverse. "of course. it's no problem at all."

the second he hears the car pull up outside the house, jun jumps up off the couch, smoothing his shirt down anxiously. through the window he watches seokmin hand you your bag and close the trunk, giving you one last hug before he gets back in the car. he doesn't drive away until you're at the front porch, and with a deep breath jun swings open the door, before you can even knock.

you both stand there in silence for a second before he blurts out another apology. "i'm sorry," he rushes to say. "i'm really sorry."

you give him a weak smile. "can i maybe… get in the house, first?" you ask quietly, motioning with your free hand at the doorway.

"yeah, i— yeah, shit, of course," jun says as he practically jumps out of your way, holding the door open for you to walk inside.

you set your bag on the floor by the couch as he closes the door behind you. the sound of the lock clicking seems too loud in the uncomfortable silence that settles over the room.

"can… can i give you a hug? please?" he asks, and you stay quiet but nod. 

he closes the distance between you in one stride and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you so tightly and holding you close to his chest. "i'm so sorry, honey. i didn't mean any of it. i promise."

"i believe you," you finally manage, your voice a little muffled from how he's pressing you against him.

he doesn't say anything more, just holds you and holds you, and it feels so good to be home where you belong. there's a lot that needs to be said, but for right now you don't need any more words. you're just glad to be back together again.

after a while you pull your head away from him so you speak. "i'm sorry."

"why are you apologizing? you didn't do anything wrong, baby. i'm the one that needs to be apologizing."

you shake your head. "no. i said some things last night, too. granted, not as bad as you, but…"

jun breaks out into a grin at your joke, and you feel your mood start to lighten. "…which is true. and i'm sorry."

"jun, you can stop apologizing now. i get it, you're sorry. you don't have to tell me a million times," you say, trying to laugh a little.

now it's his turn to shake his head. "well, i'm going to anyway. because i am sorry." you look away from him, feeling embarrassment start to boil up, but he continues talking. "i'm serious. i'll say it as many times as it takes to make it right."

you turn your head back to him, struggling to keep a straight face. "why did you leave, jun?" you ask softly.

he takes a deep breath, and still trapped in his arms you can feel his chest expand with the breath. 

"it was stupid," he says finally. "i left because i didn't want to stay and risk hurting you more. but i realize i did that anyway, by leaving. i was just… i needed some air. but i shouldn't have stayed away, and i'm not gonna do that again. i won't do it, ever again."

"i just don't want you to leave me," you manage, trying and failing to hide the crack in your voice as you feel your eyes start to well up with tears.

he hugs you tighter and one of his hands comes up to cup the back of your head, gently smoothing your hair with his thumb. "i know, baby, i'm sorry. i'm not going to, i promise."

you don't respond, but you know he's telling the truth. the last 24 hours have been hell for the both of you, and you don't doubt he means every single "i'm sorry" he's said.

"so…" jun starts, and you tilt your head up at him.

"so?" you know what he's going to say next, and despite the excitement you had yesterday you feel yourself dreading this part of the conversation.

"you're pregnant?"

you sigh, looking down and avoiding his eyes. "yeah."

he hums. "but you don't sound excited?" he asks.

"well, i was, last night."

"i'm sorry," he winces. "do you wanna tell me now and i'll pretend this didn't happen and i don't know about it?"

you shake your head. "no, it's fine. the moment's kinda… ruined, already."

he sighs. "yeah, i know. i'm sorry i ruined it."

"i said it's fine, jun."

"no, it's not fine," he says firmly. "it's one hundred percent my fault. this is important to you, and to us, and we should be celebrating right now. last night should never have happened."

"jun, it's in the past. it was messed up, but i forgive you," you say, lifting you head to look at him once more. "it's not a big deal. we're okay now."

"i just want you to be happy about it," he says with a sniff. "we've been trying for so long, and finally…" he trails off, staring at you with watery eyes. 

you smile at him. "i am happy about it, junnie. i'm so happy, you can't even believe."

"did you tell seokmin?" he asks, and his brows furrow when you shake your head no.

"no, i didn't. i wanted you to be the first i told," you say shyly. "i knew you would want to be the first to know."

"i love you so much," he says, still hugging you. he's never going to let you go, never again. "do you know how far along?"

"no, i didn't go to the doctor. probably like two or three weeks, though, if i've been counting it right."

"wow," he sighs, a smile on his face as he stares off into the distance behind you. "i can't wait."

you watch his eyes, practically able to see the thoughts running through his head. 

after a while he loosens his grip around you, moving to swipe at his eyes quickly with the back of his hand. "well—anyway," he starts, giving you an awkward chuckle. "i bought stuff for breakfast. if you haven't had any, yet. and i'm making dinner tonight, too."

before you can even respond his eyes widen, like he's just now remembering all the things he had planned, and he lets go of you, bounding into the kitchen. he returns seconds later with a huge glass vase full of flowers, practically tripping over his own feet in his rush to hand them to you. "and i got these for you, too. sorry they're not the best, it's all the store had this morning."

"junnie, if this is the best the store had, then i don't think i wanna see their best," you laugh, holding the flowers up and admiring the dozens of bright blooms. "this is gorgeous, but you really didn't need to get me anything."

"but i wanted to," he counters, still running around the room to grab the gift bag sitting by the couch. "consider it an 'i'm very sorry' slash 'congrats you're having a baby' gift."

you set the vase down on the table next to you and take the bag from him, pulling out the tissue paper and crumpling it into a ball.

"i didn't have a whole lot of time to look this morning, but i found these," he says nervously, waiting for your reaction.

from the bag you pull out a miniature plastic hanger holding a set of tiny pajamas covered in little kitties, attached to a matching set of striped orange socks.

"i wanted to be the first person to get you baby clothes," he explains as he fidgets with his hands. 

"i knew you would," you smile at him, setting the empty bag and the clothes on the table along with the bouquet of flowers. "and they're perfect. they're so… you."

you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him back in for another hug. "i love all of it. thank you, jun."

he grins, rocking you back and forth in his arms and leaving kisses all over your cheek. "i love you too, baby. i missed you so much. i won't ever do that again."

"i know," you smile. "now… you promised me breakfast, isn't that right? because i'm starving. crying is exhausting."

he laughs. "no crying anymore. and i did promise you that, so tell me: do you want blueberry waffles, or strawberry?"

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I think one of the funner things about Kpop Demon Hunters is that the relationship between Rumi and Jinu doesn't HAVE to be read as romance. It can be, of course, and most people will read it that way, and it may be intended to be... but actually it isn't integral to everything else they are, nor to the choices they make. Whether it's romantic or not doesn't change how meaningful it is, and in fact in this case actually feels as if romance would lessen it all.

Let me explain.

Behind a cut because spoilers.

We learn right at the start that Jinu is a 400 year old demon that, according to the demon king, has never - not in /400 years/ - done anything that didn't serve himself. Which is the whole reason he's a demon- because he literally threw his own mother and sister under the bus to go live in the palace.

And for 400 years, he's believed that, well, y'know, he's guilty. Which he is! He did do the thing, and he HAS put himself first for four centuries. But he also believes it is his nature that landed him there, not his choices. And you can't change your nature. The scorpion always stings the frog.

Then this 20-something kid turns up, and everyone's at a fork in the road with her. Either Rumi succeeds and turns the honmoon golden and all the demons are fucked (trapped in the demon world forever with no humans to feed on) or someone stops her and is the savior of the demons. Perfect opportunity to form a demon boy band and wallop the hunters but good at their own game, and if he can leverage it to get something he wants, well, it's in his nature.

At the start, he's totally on board with this plan. Plain as day he's amused that he can get under her skin. He's just fucking around. Like, if he loses he's no worse off than before and if he wins then he gets acclaim and fortune. Literally no downside here. She's just one more human he can destroy to get something he wants. He actually fights her in the bathhouse that first showdown, claws out and everything.

AND THEN.

And then he sees her Patterns, the mark of the demon king on her skin.

He has to RAPIDLY come to terms with the fact that this random-ass human is... actually not human. That she is at least part demon. And she is hunting demons. Which is NOT in a demon's nature. And he's GOT to know more, and he can't do that if she's found out by her friends and has to deal with that (also maybe she'll owe him one for not exposing her).

Because OBVIOUSLY she must just be covering up her true nature for some reason. So he pries, and he teases her, and over and over finds that... actually she's just a good person.

But more than that, she believes he can be a good person. HE knows he can't be a good person - 400 years of history has shown him that, it's in his nature! - but... maybe actually he wants to believe her. Maybe he wants to pretend for a little while that he could be good, if she will lead the way. "I'll make sure the Saja Boys lose tonight," he tells her. Until Gwi-Ma gets to him again, reminds him that he can't be anything else but a demon, that he would have told her the truth if he really thought he could be free if he was himself.

400 years of buckling under the weight of his guilt wins out, and he turns on her.

She's exposed. Her friends reject her. Her fans turn to him and the honmoon dissolves. Even her godmother turns on her. Whens he finds him, she asks him why he did it, and he rejects her, too. He tries to tell her the same thing he was told- she's a demon. He can't change his nature and neither can she, so just give in, because you can't fight it. All he deserves is the suffering he's earned, it's all demons deserve. All she deserves. She has nothing except every reason to turn into a demon and join them. To turn on all the humans who deserted her and serve herself.

And at his final show, he watches from the stage as Gwi-Ma stands tall and proud of brighter than he's been in centuries and mocks her where she stands in the shadows, Gwi-Ma attempts to use her worst fears against her: she cannot save herself, her friends and fans have all seen her for who she truly is, the honmoon she was supposed to turn gold is gone.

And he watches as she agrees.

And he watches as she says none of it matters. It doesn't matter that she's part demon. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of her. It doesn't matter what has been done in the past- she's going to forge a new honmoon now, she's going to fight back now, she is going to protect others now.

Can you even imagine.

The Good Place had it right: What matters isn’t if people are good or bad. What matters is if they’re trying to be better today than they were yesterday.

She's told him all through the story. You can be good, you can be good, you made mistakes, but you can be good. You can choose to be good. "that's the funny thing about hope, no one else gets to decide if you feel it." And she stands in the shadows and agrees that everything has gone wrong, but she puts her foot and and pushes back anyway because no one else gets to tell her it's hopeless. She made mistakes, but what matters is not those choices, it's the next choices.

And the next choice she makes is to kick Gwi-Ma's ass.

And for the first time in 400 years, this guy does something that isn't self-serving. He puts himself between Gwi-Ma and Rumi. He knows damn well he's not going to survive it. He knows that if he doesn't, Gwi-Ma will reward him for being instrumental to the success of the demons taking over the world and getting rid of the hunters. But he's watched her choose to act in ways counter to her nature, to be who she WANTS to be, and she's told him he can do that if he wants, and this is the last chance he's going to get either way.

So he takes it, and she doesn't tell him she loves him- she tells him she wanted to save him. Part of her had wrapped up his freedom in the definition of success. She needed to save him because "If there's no hope for you, then what hope is there for me?" Saving him had become a part of saving herself. Saving him had become a part of saving the world because she wants him to be in her world- literally, in her world and not the demon world.

But she did save him. She gave him hope. She showed him that he can choose to be good. That his past only matters if he lets it control him. You can't change your past, can't destroy your shame, but you can choose to do better. You can be good NOW.

And he chooses to.

Maybe he doesn't believe he can be good, but maybe he hopes. Maybe he hopes he can give her the chance he didn't get, to be good.

We see the way souls light up. We see how they make connections. The honmoon is all about connection. She's already forged the honmoon anew when she reconnected to her best friends. They forged the shield, and he gives his soul to her instead of Gwi-Ma so that she can forge a blade as strong as both their souls together, and she immediately uses it cleave the demon king in half.

Are you kidding me? That's totally killer imagery.

And right after she went to her godmother and asked to be killed before she hurts what she swore to protect. After we see how she has been told her whole life that what she is, it's shameful and she needs to change to be worth anything. She can only be someone once her patterns are gone.

And he hands over his soul to her because that isn't true. She's someone NOW. She matters NOW. She wanted to set him free, and she did. There was hope for him, and there is hope for her.

idk man, idk. romance is good and all, but "well of COURSE he would do that because they're in love" feels like a cop out. It feels like "of COURSE this would happen because that's the nature of love" in a movie whose whole thing is that a person's choices are more powerful than their nature.

Maybe he was in love, maybe she was. I don't think it matters. What matters is that they both finally chose freedom together. They showed one another how to be free of the thing that has trapped them for so long, and in doing so, saved each other.

[chaoswiththeprettyspine]

The fact of why all the batkids are like that can be easily explained by their sibling status. Most of them were only children for a big chunk of their lives, and then got turned into middle kids in the span of roughly 4 years.

Dick is obviously an exception but hes the eldest so that carries its own issues. My guy was an only child til 19 and then in the span of 8 (ish?) years he had like 5 to 8 younger siblings. No wonder he's a moment away from losing it at all times.

Jason was an only child til 12, then a younger sibling (barely, Dick was never home and didn't really talk to him, I'm counting that as only child time too) and then when he came back, he had like 3 new younger siblings and a suddenly very involved older brother. The whole under the red hood business? Middle child behaviour.

Tim was an independent only child til 13, a younger brother for like 3 years max (time is wonky here cus dc won't let him age) and then a chaotic middle child with a vendetta at 17. Of course he just does what he wants, no one ever fucking stopped him BEFORE.

Duke had the unfortunate luck to go from 15 years of only child treatment to immediately being a middle. I would cry.

Same with Cass. Only till 17, then immediately middle.

The other exception is Damian who was treated as a prince and the only heir to the demon throne for 10 years and then suddenly he was sent off to bumfuck New Jersey, to a house of disfunction. I personally love the hc that Jason was like a brother to him back at the league, so he's either like that cus he was an only child and then a youngest OR he was always the youngest. Both options explain A LOT.

I'm including Steph even if she's not strictly in the family. Imagine you're an only child for 16 years, you start dating a guy with the most dysfunctional family you have ever seen, they try to indoctrinate you, you resist, but now you kinda have 8 siblings against your will.

Also Barbara. Girly dated a guy, and depending on the comic she either stayed in the family business permanently or broke up w the guy and STILL stayed permanently. Icon. I do think she is more like a cousin who knows too much about the family drama to not be part of it, but still.

[chloe-skywalker]

Entertained - Eddie Munson

Eddie x Fem!Reader!Henderson

Warnings: mention of Eddie being a devil worshiper, thats it.

Word count: 1,245

Summary: Y/n’s Dustin’s older sister and their mom wants her to make sure the rumors about Eddie Munson aren’t true.

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“But Mom!” It’s just a D&D club!” Dustin exclaimed to his mother, frustrated that his group was being questioned by her. All because of stupid old lady rumors in a small town.

“I know it’s just the things they say around town about your club leader-” She started but Dustin cut her off in frustration.

“Are not true!” Dustin yelled, raising his hands up in the air above his head. Then Dustin saw his sister walk into the kitchen to get a drink. She was likely trying to avoid coming for as long as possible having heard their mom and Dustin arguing. “Ask Y/n. She was in his grade before he was held back.”

Their mom turned to her daughter, giving her daughter all her attention while Y/n sent a short glare at her brother for dragging her into their conversation. “Y/n. Do you know him?”

“Eddie Munson? Yeah I know him. Vaguely, we had classes together. He’s harmless mom.” Y/n shrugged answering her mother as she placed some slices of bread into the toaster. Y/n remembered Eddie from school, he was interesting but the rumors about him she didn’t believe for a second.

“Thank you!” Dustin smiled gratefully to his big sister.

“Still I’d feel better if, Y/n could you go to one of these club meetings where they play that game and make sure this Eddie is not how people say?” Their mom asked?

Y/n was shocked her mom took this long to question Eddie Munson with all the rumor’s floating around.

“Sure. I don’t mind.” Y/n smiled nodding as she buttered her toast.

“Thank you.” Dustin thanked Y/n as they left the house so she could drop him off at school.

“You owe me.” Y/n told him taking a bite of her toast, sitting down in the driver's seat of her car.

“You got it.” He nodded in agreement with her statement.

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“Hey Eddie.” Dustin called out running over to the repeat senior who was leaning against his van in the high school parking lot.

“Henderson.” He greeted the curly haired kid.

“Is it okay if my sister sits in on our D&D session tonight?” Dustin asked nervously, not knowing how Eddie would feel about an outsider sitting in.

Mike asked in confusion. “Why’s Y/n going to sit in?”

“Our mom wants her to make sure Eddie’s not teaching us devil worship.” Dustin rolled his eyes annoyed.

“Ah, Hawkins rumor mill strikes again. Gotta love this town.” Eddie said sarcastically, shaking his head. Stupid old people who had nothing better to do.

“So can she?” Dustin asked, waiting anxiously for Eddie’s decision.

“Sure. Why not.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, he didn’t care. 

“Great.” Dustin smiled relieved before running back over to his sisters car to inform her on Eddie’s decision, so she could leave and come back later after school to sit in.

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“Finally! You're late.” Dustin groans as he waited for his sister to arrive at the school and get out of her car. 

“Dustin I’m 2 minutes early. That’s not late.” She rolls her eyes, approaching her brother at the school entrance after parking and getting out of her car.

“Well it felt like it.” Dustin mumbled under his breath turning around to enter the school, Y/n not far behind.

“Drama Queen.” Y/n shook her head at his ridiculousness.

“So it’s essentially just playing D&D in Mike’s basement but WAY better.” Dustin explains to her as they walk through the halls towards the room they get to use at the school.

“Well I can’t wait to sit back and watch.” Y/n told him sarcastically remembering how boring it could be to watch her better and his friends play their game.

“You’ll be thoroughly entertained. I promise. Eddie’s a great Dungeon Master.” Dustin promised her.

“Oh I remember how entertaining Eddie can be, but I also know how boring D&D can get.” Y/n say’s with a knowing smile.

“Not with Eddie.” Dustin shook his head.

“Welcome to Hellfire Miss Henderson - “ Eddie started when he saw Dustin enter with his sister, but once he saw who Dustin’s sister was he stopped. Eddie furrowed his brows, he didn’t mind the older Henderson being around or sitting in but he was shocked to see Y/n. She was Dustin’s sister? Eddie was happy to see Y/n enter through the door, he enjoyed the time spent with Y/n back before she graduated. If he admitted it to himself he had a crush on her, but he knew she was out of his league. “Y/n?”

“Eddie.” Y/n nodded with a small smile on her lips at his shock.

“Y-Your Dustin’s sister?” Eddie asked, walking over to her meeting her halfway as Dustin went to greet his friends.

“Yes. Did you never know?” Y/n raised a brow in question and curiosity.

“I never put it together.” He shook his head, biting back an excited smile.

“Well don’t let me interrupt.” Y/n raised her hands and went to sit down in a nearby chair, not wanting to ruin their night with her observing.

“Mi’Lady how would you like to sit next to their Master?” Eddie bowed offering her his hand. Really he just wanted her closer. He missed her since she graduated and moved on, maybe he found the courage in her earlier smiles to possibly try to pursue something.

“I would love to.” Y/n smiled brightly at his antics and placed her hand in his. With that Eddie pulled her over and placed a chair next to his throne for her. Y/n had to admit it was entertaining watching Eddie lead the group and game. 

After it seemed to end for the night Eddie turned to Y/n and raised his eyebrows jokingly.

“So am I the devil worshipper everyone says I am?” Eddie asked teasingly as everyone got up to leave. Y/n laughed as she got up to help clean since the kids went off God knows where.

“I already knew you weren’t Eddie. Our mom just wanted me to make sure. You know how the adults in this town are.” Y/n shook her head amused at him. Hawkin’s adult’s needed to grow the hell up, most were to stuck in the old ages or acted like they were still in high school.

“Unfortentually.” He sighed, helping her stack the chair’s.

“I gotta say Eddie, D&D has never been more entertaining.” Y/n told him, smiling at him as he came to stand right next to her.

“I try.” Eddie ducked his head shyly.

“You have succeeded.” Y/n nudged him with her shoulder.

“Thanks. You're welcome anytime to Hellfire.” Eddie tell’s her hoping the open invitation would have her come back. Hoping she would come back more often, maybe not every time but sometimes.

“I just might take you up on that. But we could always hang out outside of your club.” Y/n mentioned not looking at him for fear of rejection. She had always found Eddie sweet and amusing.

“We could?” He was shocked she’d want to hang out with him.

“Definitely.” Y/n looked at him with a small shy smile.

“Would Dustin leave us alone?” Eddie asked, and turned so he was  closer to her so they were practically chest to chest.

“He owes me.” Y/n smirked up at him.

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"because it explains why ahe doesn't resemble Harvey much at all." Forgive me if I detract from the main subject, but-

Warning: the following content features poorly edited photos that discuss coloring and colorism tied to it

Debatable if you ask me regarding the lack of resemblence. Forgive my garbage but seriously whenever people talk about Willow not resembling Harvey it's always about skin color. I checked the lineart to see if there are similarities there and I'd say there is a vague resemblence with hair texture and a body-shape to an extent.

Forgive my another shitty garbage edit, but this is how Willow would've looked like if she got Harvey's skintone. The only resemblence here that she has now to Gillbert is hair color and the need for glasses.

Also this Pinterest post also gives a bit of comparison whenever it comes to drawing the conclusion that Willow has a resemblence of both her dads. Though I will give a brief recap too: the eyebrows is Harvey's shape but width of Gilbert's; eye shape resembles Harvey's rather than Gilbert; hair is relatively mixed but later down the show it takes more of features of Gilbert if you ask me but she did start with curls, she has similar hairline to Harvey's; Willow's body shape is thinner apple-shaped like Harvey's.

Now this could very well be either Dana not immediately making up her mind whether or not Harvey would indeed be a stepdad or the creators deciding to give Harvey Willow's characteristics to signal he's still her dad.

The point is of this very unnecessary addition is that there was a reason why people believed for Willow to be biological daughter of both of them as there is a resemblence, what doesn't match is ultimately a skintone. That's all I really am going to bring, otherwise I pretty much agree with everything else: Dana should've clarified this stuff sooner so we'd avoid this shitstorm altogether right now

Willow canon content in the big year 2025 but at what cost 😩

Anyway death by the author they are both her bio dads to me, they were highschool sweethearts 💔

[kieranduffysgirl]

simon 'ghost' riley x price's daughter ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹

wc: 0.8k

warnings: petnames (love, lovie, little missy, missus, baby), kissing, cuddling, physical affection, mention of intimacy, inexperienced!simon, soft!simon, sweet!simon, soap cameo (and he's a bit cocky soz guys), gaz cameo (anxious gaz 4 life)

a/n: I love sweet and shy simon, this man is definitely quiet and awkward with girls but I can imagine hin being all cute and gentle in a secret relationship, also he would be the best son in law Price could ask for lets be honest - a snippet from an upcoming collection!

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"You pair need to remember she's my daughter, we're not in a pub and you're not to try anything with her...she's my little girl." John huffed in exhaustion as he sipped his bottle of beer on the decking of his rural cabin by the English coast. An anxious Gaz and a an unbothered Soap sat in from of him.

"Of course...I'm sure there's plenty of other girls around, Captain..." Gaz mumbled anxiously as he fiddled with his empty bottle of beer. He had no intention of trying anything on with Price's daughter, but the idea of disappointing him was nerve wracking for him.

Soap on the other hand didn't give a single shit.

"Dinnae get why not, she's a wee bonnie lassie...aye, I'd be a stella son-in-law too," He rambled on as he took a swig of his beer, "Why y'not givin' ole Riley this lecture too, Cap?"

John sighed and rolled his eyes, "Simon hasn't even spoken to a girl on our nights out, never been on a real date...don't think he's ever been near a girl...and whenever little missy walks into the room he's quieter than ever." He explained casually, it was known that Simon was inexperienced and lacked any female interaction.

But, what they failed to notice was that Simon had turned up to the cottage already, but was still tucked away inside the kitchen.

His arms were tightly around Price's daughter as he mumbled, "Missed you lovie...love you so much...you putting the kettle on for me, love?"

His lips were all over her cheek and neck as he gripped her tightly, her giggles filled the kitchen as she wiggled and tried to kiss him back whilst making him a cup of tea. Her smile was brighter than the sun itself and she was warm, loving and gentle. Her patience with him was something he had never experienced before, she made him feel loved in a way no one ever had before and it made his heart ache.

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They had fallen in love nearly a year ago, when Price had bought the boys to the same coastal cottage for a summer break after a rough mission. One that had Simon reliving his childhood trauma and battling his ptsd, but she cared for him like no one else did...she almost understood him in a way.

Simon had spent his nights on the deck, holding her hand and listening to her story, she always did the same in return. She always helped him piece together his own story. He didn't see when, but at some point his arms wrapped around her and drew her close to him, closer than anyone had ever been. His lips brushed against hers as he whispered, "Please..." a plea for her love, her affection, her attention and her hand in courting.

He hadn't ever had someone.

And neither had she.

They were so deeply in love, but no one else could even see it. It was as if it was a secret so well kept that only the stars that shone that night could remember their confessions and kisses that were the catalyst to this sweet romance. He began to avoid all women at the bars and barely spoke to any other girl when he was out because he knew his sweet birdie was waiting for him to come home, but the boys put it down to his lack of experience and social skills.

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"Missed you lots and lots..." She mumbled softly against his, chapped and scarred, lips as she let him lift her up to the counter to be at his height. His large, callous, worn hands were gently running over her plush stomach and around her freckled back to cuddle her so close it was almost suffocating.

"My missus...Mrs Riley..."He whispered tenderly into her ear as he held her tightly, as if scared she would be taken from him. Like someone would swoop in and steal her away. His insecurities were the bane of his life, always in the forefront of his mind, it made him sick to think of losing her in any way.

She giggled softly, like an angel, and whispered, "Need to ask good old Captain Price for his blessing first, baby..." as she quietly slipped down from the counter to finish making tea for her loving, gentle and slightly anxious boyfriend.

His heavy arms settled around her plush waist and he hunched down to her shorter height to rest his scrapped, scarred and stubbled chin on her head. "Mhm...soon..." He mumbled into her silky tresses as he pressed gentle, butterfly-like kisses to her parting of her locks.

The loving reunion occurred under the soft glow of the sunset in the rustic kitchen, as Price sat outside with Gaz and Soap completing oblivious to the gentle lovers inside.

Completely oblivious to the connection between the two broken people, a connection built on love, trust and respect.

Maybe soon it would grow harder to conceal, or maybe Simon would finally ask for Price's blessing to marry his daughter. The little, vintage engagement ring in his pocket was quietly praying for the latter result to happen, in order to grace her finger and portray their love outwardly.

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[edgygayguy]

I want to throw my thoughts out there and gush about how good this update is even though there is no quest

SPOILERS FOR ISLEWEAVER OFC

Lore wise spiders appeared in Warframe a few times (Chains of Harrow*, Lettie using them as a metaphor for depression); the 15 fragments seem to be Rusalka's autobiographical version of the tales of Duviri: she ran away from her emotions untill she had nowhere else to go, nothing to "fill her life up with", and the indifference jumped at her moment of weakness. Ofc the spider (Wally) saying he could "eat up" all of her worries and finally eating her is just a perfect fairytale way to put her fate into words. Instead of fixing the things that make her sad, envious, angry, he "kills" her, then she can't feel bad anymore. Here's a KIM chat with Lettie that explains it well:

Drifter: You've mentioned the spiders before, a metaphor for depression, I assume?

Lettie: Ay si. Something I've had all my life. Stupid little things in my head that tell me lies. Little things that whisper to me things that I believe when I am too stupid and fall for it.

[...]

Lettie: Then you truly understand what it's like, mi corazon. They are little pinches cabronas. But they are liars remember that always. This kind of sadness is small but it can be a poison if you let it get too strong**. Mi mama had it all her life so I have seen the toll it takes.

Lettie: But here is why I call them spiders. Because you can take a newspaper can roll it up into a tube. And CRUSH THEM. They are small and easily broken.

Lettie points out that this destructive force (depression in her case, indifference in the story at large) is not that strong, but it's steady and unrelenting. Kinda like how the murmur's assault on Albrecht's lab is described in the codex. **I also think that Rusalka slowly poisoning herself with effervon is just another nice symbolic layer to this.

When she brings her self-poisoning up, she also says that the indifference offered her new life. It made a pact the same way it did with the tenno, catching her at the lowest point in her life. We have no idea what the nature of her (and ours tbh) deal really is so this is heavy speculation. I don't think Rusalka is all gone (the secret message for her parents and some of her dialogue in Duviri make it seem like she's working with Wally, instead of being a hollowed out meatsuit). The man in the wall is using her, she's sort of given up on herself. She saw no other way out of her situation in Höllvania. She ran off to Duviri with Wally believing there is no possibility of things getting better. The fragments are a tragic realization of what got her up to that point of no return.

*The story of the corpses on the other hand plays well with what we hear from Rell. He mentions baby spiders eating their mother. Wally definitely remembers this since he was stuck hyper focusing on Rell for a long time. Velimir's and Minerva's corpse entries? stories? what am I writing... are obviously both about parenthood.

Minerva's directly mentions baby spiders eating their mother to "become strong" (I don't remember well but maybe Erra says something like that to Lotus... the scope of this post is beyond me rn). I have a feeling that what Wally did with the Tenno was an experiment****. Nature vs nurture sort of thing. How would two identical children turn out if they grew up in totally different environments (Drifter and the Operator ofc). Idk why the indifference decided the parents must die in both cases, at that point, but since the void exists outside of time it's hard to say anything concrete really.

In Velimir's fragment the queen emphasizes how the parents turned on their children first, not just all adults.

(Screenshots from @tennospaceboots)

Tagfer theorized that Wally just wants to know about humans, the real world. So I don't think it's out of the question he used the Zariman as a fucked up experiment on human nature. I think the last line from Velimir's fragment speaks volumes:

The same crack runs through everything, kiddo, she explained. You want to deny it, that's on you.

I think what we see in these fragments is Wally speaking through Rusalka, as opposed to the fragments which are purely Rusalka. In that quote Wally gives his "thesis" on the human condition. Human nature is contradictory, as an outsider he sees all happiness as fleeting, and a cause for further suffering. He cannot wrap his head around this contradiction***, of love causing pain (parents holding themselves to a too high standard [the final secret Kim chat with Minerva and Velimir show that ultimately, even thought their family was torn apart, they still found peace], lovers separated [Albrecht and Loid]), he cannot see how it could be worth it. It's probably by his nature, he's the indifference after all. Makes me wonder if he considers, after seeing the differences between Drifter and Operator, if he could have been completely different if the circumstances of his "coming into being" were changed. If his body wasn't torn and stolen from him, used by unknown others, abused by Entrati. I prefer to interpret Albrecht's first meeting with the indifference as unfortunate, I don't think he could have reacted differently, he was probably like 2% as afraid as were the Cavia when he met face to face with Wally for the first time. I have plenty sympathy for him, which is why I love the story of Warframe so much. You can have sympathy for everyone EXCEPT THE OROKIN, THE HUMAN ROOT OF ALL EVIL.

***As a sidenote maybe that's why he hates us mixing elements into more complicated forms, symbolism etc. idk it's 4 am now.

****I think the line "No one has a greater imagination than a scared child" is backing this up, good God why doesn't the wiki have the quotes yet.... : (

I think when we find out more about his deal with the Lotus this whole thing will be more fleshed out. Is Wally saying (in the Minerva fragment) that we will learn that lesson by "eating" her? (Lotus eaters hello) I sure hope not. The sentients have the most cool, unusual and amazing family relations so I'm excited how DE will explore that.

This could be a whole fucking video at this point, Socratetris and Stallord I'm coming for your gig (no I'm not).

Now for the most important part of the post:

The forefathers of your forefathers looked into the shining heart of an atom, scribbled their clever equations, and ripped it apart. Did they spare a thought for the age-old love between proton and neutron? Or did they only think of the bountiful energy they could harvest?

I've been emotional about Warframe a few times but this hit me harder than a ton of Quorvexeseses. It's so simple yet so beautifully poetic I'm not even going to try to give a shitty explanation. Wally I love you and I'm so sorry.

And here I'll throw some random extra thoughts that are unrefined (I know the shit above is also unrefined but you know):

I think people have a tendency to overcomplicate things with Warframe's story, which I don't blame them, the story is a mess lol. But some of the theories I've seen on Oraxia's origin are jumping through too many hoops (am I a hypocrite now). I think she was a guardian Warframe for Entrati the same way Protea was for Parvos Granum. He was the most important scientist in the empire, seems logical that Ballas would give him a guardian.

Also wtf does Thrax mean that he was the most of a father we ever got.

A strange idea came into the Orphan's mind. The Queen knew at once that the Glory was at work within them, just as it worked within her, but she held her peace. - this line still puzzles me, ofc we see the indifference exercising control over Rusalka and the glory is a name the indifference chose for, well indifference, but what idea came into the orphan's mind?

It's kinda interesting that Wally himself seems kind of contradictive. If he's indifferent why does he even bother interacting with humanity? Why is conceptual embodiment a thing if the void "craves stillness, emptiness". He is so interesting. Maybe he wants to be human. He wants the contrast. He wants what he doesn't, and maybe even, can't have.

[wlwsoccerfics]

My mommies are Princesses! (EllieCarpenterXDaniëllevandeDonk)

A/N: small Fic One of Like 5 in Honor of making it to 400 followers.

Summary: your mommies got married and you Tell your Friends all about it during a Play Date at the park.

"my Mommy saw pictures of your mommies looking like Princesses!" Your friend Frida said. Sitting in the Playhouse with you. You and your Friends had a Play Date at the park. Playing at the Playground.

"my Mommy and my Daddy saw it as well." Your friend Liam informed you.

"my mommies got married! That's why they looked like Princesses!" You explained. You were only four years old but always had alot to say.

"so was it princess themed?" Your friend Riya asked.

"No. They just looked like Princesses. My mommies are just so pretty!" You explained to them. Smiling softly. You were really proud of your mommies. For many different reasons.

"what was the wedding like?" Frida wanted to know.

"it was magical! But there were no unicorns. So that was a bit disappointing." You let them know. Sighing softly to yourself. Like unicorns were serious Business for you. You had a unicorn themed room even.

"unicorns would have been fun!" Riya answered.

"true. but we had lots of food and most of my aunties were there! We are moving to England soon for my mommies to Play football! So it was a big get together." You explained.

"i Love food!" Liam announced. "But gonna miss you when you move." He quickly added.

"i promise i will visit. My mommies already said it's okay!" You let them know.

At Dinner the same day you looked at your Mama(Ellie) and then at your Mommy(Daan).

"Mama? Mommy? Why weren't there any unicorns at your wedding?" You asked, looking all serious. Your mommies both were kind of caught of guard.

"uh, Babe...why didn't we have unicorns at the Wedding? Cause that would have been fantastic!" Your Mommy stated and looked at your Mama. Your Mama gave your Mommy a weird look and playfully rolled her eyes before looking at you.

"unfortunately all the unicorns were busy." Your mama explained.

"busy? Busy with what?" You wanted to know.

"they had to bring Magic to people that aren't as lucky as us!" She told you. You nodded your head softly. Cause that made alot of Sense to you.

"nice save!" Your Mommy whispered out and looked at your Mama. Making sure you didn't hear it.

"thank you!" Your Mama whispered back. Which you also didn't notice cause you currently were munching on a piece of Broccoli. You loved Broccoli.

"that makes a lot of sense!" You admitted. "I hope the unicorns made Lots of people Happy! Especially Kids without parents or mean parents. Cause every Kid deserves amazing mommies and daddies. Just not my mommies . But Mommy & Mama? I wouldn't mind a sibling."you informed them. Your Mama was laughing softly.

"why thanks for letting us know! We will keep that in mind!" Your Mommy said and joined in on the laugh.

For your future Wedding you would love a unicorn though. So you could ask it for a sibling. The unicorn didn't Show Up any time soon but to your pleasent surprise two years later you became a big sister to a Baby Brother. Which you helped name. His Name was Lio.

[i-sveikata]

okay but why is nobody talking about the fact that wu suo wei is wearing the exact same sweatshirt in ep5 when chi cheng comes to his house and meets his mother as he did in ep1 when he wanted his horrible ex gf yue yue to meet her??? and back then she insulted him for how he looked, saying she was ashamed of him etc etc because he was sweating and unshaven and also trying to make the audience (not very convincingly) believe he was chubby which somehow made him unworthy and left suo wei desperately promising he would change for her just so that she wouldnt dump him.

but then we;ve got chi cheng who literally is from a similar social level as her (likely higher because i think he's way richer which is why she's latching on so tightly and trying to cosy up with his family) and somehow chi cheng still had the better manners to sit down at their house, share a meal with suo wei's mother and compliment her cooking before sending gifts the next day???? like forever loving the parallels there because suo wei didnt have to dress different for that to work out like it should have worked out with yue yue!!!

and tbh id argue his appearance in the ep1 leans more towards suo wei being depressed (i.e. not making much effort of maintaining his appearance) because he was in a relationship where he constantly felt unworthy or got berated for simply existing and trying to make that work rather than like a sudden glow up of personality for how he is later with chi cheng. to me it seems like suo wei is being himself with chi cheng more than he ever was with yue yue because he could only ever be sweet with her and nothing else- even if the self he's exploring now is being a little revenge gremlin set on playing 4d chess with chi cheng and immensely enjoying focusing that intense energy on him whilst also working out some horny frustrations along the way. like that still feels like a much more truthful read of suo wei's personality.

idk how else to explain but it feels like such a pointed parallel between yue yue and chi cheng and their treatment of suo wei and honestly im frothing at the mouth over it. cause like chi cheng nailed that first parent meeting and still wanted to nail suo wei after no matter what he was wearing. and even with how manipulative and clever suo wei is being plotting his way through the whole situation there has to be a small part of him that's putting those pieces together too and making the comparison between his ex and chi cheng and i for one think thats delicious

[bright-side20]

I don't understand why people take quotes from Acofas to say that Elain is hiding her sadness and still wants to be human, while completely ignoring the huge development in Acosf ,where it's clearly shown that she has friends, a job, and is no longer mourning her relationship with Grayson. It also shows very clearly that she has feelings for Az.

Elain had her life planned out as a human and was stripped of that against her will. She had a stranger tell her she was his mate while she was just out of the void. And the man she loved chose his hatred for the Fae over his love for her, which hurt her even more. Of course she wouldn't get over that over a night. Of course she'd struggle a lot. But eventually she chose to heal and took real steps toward that. Azriel was there with her during that journey along with Nuala and Cerridwen who became her besties.

Elain is very different from Nesta. She's been presented since the beginning as someone who looks at the hardness of life and still chooses love and kindness. And that's exactly what was reflected ,she was devastated, she was hurt but she eventually chose to learn a new hobby, make new friends, build gardens, fall in love again, and explore her powers. She managed to accept the change and what she went through at her own pace.

Elain's arc is not about self-harm. It's about finding her voice, being able to make her own choices regardless of what others think is best for her, and confronting people instead of constantly trying to please them just to avoid conflict. And that was clearly shown in Acosf when she confronted Nesta for the first time. It was emphasized even more in Feysand's bonus chapter, where Feyre said she had never seen Elain be confrontational and Rhys literally summed up Elain's arc in:

“I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she’d disappoint you all.” He sighed toward the ceiling. “With time and safety, perhaps we’ll see a different side of her emerge.”

(This is one of the reasons I think Rhys will end up being Elain's bestie, he understood what she was going through when even her sisters didn't.)

Elain's arc is about reclaiming her agency. It's about making her own choices and expressing herself without being afraid of how others will perceive her, something she struggled with her whole life. It's about no longer being a people pleaser. And Feysand mentioning that they'll help her next was literally about this not about self-harm or pretending to be healed.

She's definitely not running to Koschei to bargain with him to become human again. She'll take a trove and fuck him up.

It really baffles me how people would rather say she's acting or self-harming to explain why she's indifferent toward Lucien, instead of just accepting the simple fact that she's not attracted to him and doesn't want him. And no one has the right to force her to give him a chance even if he's her mate.

Elain rejecting the bond is a major moment in her arc. Who else could say fuck you to the Cauldron's fate if not a seer, someone who was groomed her entire life for an arranged marriage meant to serve her family's advantage? Like I genuinely don't understand how her accepting Lucien, just because it's expected due to the bond and her securing political advantages for the Night Court, is any different from what her mother tried to do to her. How would that be growth? How would that be development in her character? It would just be another version of her being used, her choices erased for the sake of others.

It's a powerful thing for Elain to say no, I don't want this bond and to refuse to surrender to the expectations of others. It's absolutely not easy for her to choose the one her heart wants, over the mate fate tied her to. The real development is her choosing herself, choosing what feels right in her heart even if it means carrying the guilt of possibly disturbing the fragile peace and putting her family at risk. Especially when she knows all too well what war looks like.

[strawberrycarrion]

The more I think about Tomura, the more I sympathise with him.

I don't understand people who hate his character or were so happy about his death. Horikoshi did not write him to be unsympathetic. He humanised him in various ways and I'm surprised it flew over so many people's heads.

The first time is when he loses the only person he ever viewed even remotely as a mentor and saviour. And it is complicated because he is AFO's grooming victim, but we see him being lost and afraid of being on his own. He's humanised when he makes it clear that what Overhaul did to them will not go unpunished. That he isn't giving away the members of his League like pawns. Magne was invaluable to him. She wasn't just a nobody. Toga and Jin cared about her. And Tomura more than understood that. When they have their strong emotional reactions to that, when Spinner blows up on him about what the hell they're doing, he doesn't lash out like a brat at them. He doesn't get even REMOTELY defensive.

He openly shows he takes their feelings and their dreams and wants into consideration. He treats Jin with respect after he messes up. He gives Dabi the freedom he demands and while the shift in their relationship was unfortunately skipped out on being shown, a two-way line of trust was built between them for Tomura to trust Dabi with leadership roles and to let him do what he thinks is best, and for Dabi to willingly keep coming back and maintain his loyalty to Tomura.

People who also think he's some lame online bigot who'd hate women or throw slurs around like cheap cigarettes are so wrong. Literally, we never see him say anything bad about Toga's bisexuality or Magne. Why the hell would they go around killing racist groups then? Why would he be fighting against an unjust system? That's the whole point of his character. He's not there to be an oppressor.

He's ESPECIALLY humanised during the MVA arc when we see how he was failed by his entire family and society. After he wins against Re-Destro, the first thing he thinks about is what Compress said about joining the Yakuza and immediately arranges that his probably starving fucking group gets fed.

He's humanised when we see him responding softly to his visions of his mother and sister. He's humanised when he opposed AFO because it very evidently shows that Tomura is a person who was used and groomed. He wants autonomy over his own body that he has never had. He was always part of a plan, since birth.

The League trust in him. Jin feels comfortable because he knows they won't reject him. Dabi is cynical but he's gleefully hopeful once Tomura wakes up after Ujiko's experimentations. Toga and Spinner know that Tomura is doing this for THEM too.

We see Tomura talking to Endeavor during their fight and explaining why society is failing in the face of these labels. He's talking, he's trying to explain and have a conversation and Endeavor isn't even hearing him. It just proves the point Tomura is making.

Nobody is willing to listen to the people who really need help because they're strange, ugly and they'll take more effort than punching someone in the face for stealing a purse.

[bluerosefox]

Look Dick has taken on a LOT in his life from stress and did/does his best to remain a good person for his family. He deserves to have something for himself.

Danny knows from the stories of the Batfamily and the rumors/what is know about the Batman that Dick is hesitant with letting Bruce and the others know about them for reasons. Add the fact Danny wants to remain out of the hero gig to raise his babies is also another reason why he respects Dick's need to keep them a secret.

Dick is happy, to have this slice of peace to himself btw. He has a reason to come 'home' more often and tries not to get too hurt, he knows Ellie will be upset if he shows up badly hurt and will cling to him like a leech until hes healed up. He loves his family, both the Bats/Birds but also loves the tiny family he gained when got involved with Danny. He is even now going to therapy for a LOT of his unresolved trauma with a good ghost therapist that Danny and Jazz helped set him up with (it was after a bad stormy night episode that Dick had when he was over at Danny's. Danny explained that he knew some Ghost therapists that took their oaths so seriously that even in death they will keep anything he didn't want out a secret, aka secret identities/missions.) (Also as much as I would love Jazz to be his therapist I'm like 100% sure Jazz would NEVER become someone's she knows/related to, she would be professional about it and help him find someone else so she wouldn't be compromised towards them)

Danny wishes that he could had been introduced normally to the Batfamily though, but whatever accrued in either Amity/Infinite Realms was HUGE. He was needed to be there and he knows his old team (Tucker, Sam, Jazz, Val etc etc) are all going as well to show up. Its a all hands on deck problem.

He needed someone to watch over his babies and keep them safe. He needed someone he could trust without a doubt. And that person is Dick, but Dick was with his family for a mission report/updates at the moment.

He had no choice in the end and had to drop them off to Alfred who Danny knew would keep Bruce in check if the man allowed his paranoia to take over and say the wrong thing, which would just piss Dick off (and they would fight like when Dick was a young adult)

Luckily with Alfred there, along with Bruce's kids, and the newly discovered Nightwing babies in the cave Bruce curbs a lot of his paranoia when Dick comes running down the cave steps and the kids make a B-line for him.

Another DPxDC idea cause I am still brain rotting in this fandom.

AND ONCE AGAIN, its a deaged Dani/Dan idea. And dad!Danny.

.........

Bruce stared for a long moment. Trying to make sure he wasn't going insane or was just very sleep deprived from three days of near no sleep because of a difficult case.

......

Nope he was still seeing them.

Two children, a toddler and a baby in a baby walker were in the Batcave.... One eating Alfred made cookies while the other was finishing up its bottle. The two seemed at home in the cave and were being watched over by Alfred who looked over at him with a raised eyebrow of 'More children sir?'

Bruce could hear nearly all of his children (one was not with them just yet still upstairs, they needed to take a private phone call it seems) who had come down to the cave for their annual weekly reports and updates all asking him when did he get more kids to bring into the family.

The toddler of the two, a little girl with messy black pigtails and blue eyes noticed him and smiled widely at him, eyes sparkling with toddler mischief as she finished her cookie off and then loudly said "Grandpa B!"

Then with the speed only a sugar upped toddler could do she ran over and crashed into his legs, her little arms wrapping around him as best as she could. The baby had finished his milk, and noticed him as well, making grunting sounds and coo's as he did his best to move his baby walker towards him as well.

Bruce blinked, his mind blanking at what he had been called, as he stared down at the toddler that looked up at him with smile.

Bruce could hear his children all freaking out and he questioned which one of them made him a grandfather and never told him about it!

Bruce got his answer when the one still upstairs in the manor came running down yelling out what had to be the children's names

"Ellie! Dan!"

"Hi Daddy!" came the response from the toddler and a tiny grunt from the baby.

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honestly it drives me crazy how people want to paint Cassian being a kind man who hates the Empire's subjugation of others enough to refuse to engage in the power dynamics his position offers wherever possible as optional. As a sort of fanon read of the character that people got too attached to! That doesn't matter!

Because it's not optional. It does matter. It's literally what makes his character work in the movie. We start with a man who kills to keep a secret. It's an irrevocably terrible act, and he does it without hesitation. We should hate this guy - but we don't. Because consciously or subconsciously, we picked up on a little thing right before he pulls the trigger: He wastes a few seconds of precious time before shooting Tivik to reassure him, to comfort him. He makes a point of making this man not be afraid as he dies, very much at the risk of his own life and intel.

Then, we see him drag a very unwilling woman into a war zone to help his own ends. She was threatened into doing this, and he never speaks up against it or offers her an escape. This should feel awful. But it doesn't - because she steals his blaster, and when she tells him she does it because she's afraid, and she needs it to trust him, he lets her keep it. Because he never attempts to lord his superior position of power over her - he's holding her life in his hands, effectively, but he never treats her like he does. And, crucially, he also never treats the other person the world says he has complete control over as lesser-than: He treats K-2 like a person. He hears his arguments even if he does not act on them, he never tells him to shut up or shuts him off, he explains why he does not want him to come instead of just giving an order. (He's still in charge, but because he's the superior officer, not because K-2 is "just a droid".)

This is how the movie makes us like Cassian even as he does several things that should feel unforgivably bad to an audience used to the black and white morals of Star Wars movies. Gareth Edwards did not cast Diego Luna hoping he'd just be hot enough that we'd still like Cassian even though he largely does horrible things. He cast him specifically because he felt that he was extraordinarily likeable. Cassian's refusal to engage in power dynamics just because he can is the clearest indicator we see that Cassian is, despite all the blood on his hands, still very much trying to be a good person, and probably would not have turned out the way he did if not for the violence he was thrown into from a very young age. Luna was literally cast to underline this point! And it makes Cassian so eminently interesting, because it's such a massive internal conflict, and makes his job so much harder than it needs to be.

Once you remove that trait, he kind of comes off as a guy who doesn't like killing only because it's kind of hard and he wants to hang out instead. Yeah, Cassian is still kind to some people on the show - but exclusively to people he either still needs for something or has prior personal investment in. You never see him connect people being treated badly as being the same thing he's fighting against on a smaller scale. Andor!Cassian seems completely unbothered by the morals of his own actions, and that makes him both a completely different character and honestly, a much more boring one.