#either find a foster parent or give him away completely

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have just been introduced to a kitten named rascal who lives on my floor and whose babysitters (who are not his owner?) were trying Really hard to goad me into adopting which like. he's a little baby and he's so so so silly and he barely even bit me but like also. this cat isn't yours???? anyway if the owner's giving him up then I might finally have a cat which like AHHHHHG

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⚣ Idiots In Love 🤦‍♂️

⚣🤦‍♂️ A/N → This is a request that I got from my previous account. It's not a re-post though. This is freshly written and done. Here you are @alexanderstarhero! I hope you like it! Not one of my best, but I did get a similar request to this one, and I wanted to get it out. Warnings: Omegaverse | Oblivious Friends to Lovers | Jealousy | Canon-Typical Violence | Kissing and marking | etc.

⚣🤦‍♂️ Summary → Nothing is more frustrating than watching two people who are clearly in love with each other be completely oblivious and ignorant of each other's feelings. It's so obvious, like come on, how could they not see it? Wait, did Conner just protectively wrap his arm around Y/N when Wally got too close? And they're supposed to be "friends?" I can't take this anymore. I'm DONE! I'M OVER IT!

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It was so sweet, yet also so painful to watch. How could you two be that affectionate and cute with each other, and still have no clue of the feelings you both held? It had to be a screw loose in the brain or something because this was just getting ridiculous.

Shortly after Zatara became the new Dr. Fate, Zatanna, his daughter, reached out to his son and her adoptive brother, Y/N Zatara to come join her at Mount Justice and join the Team. He was more than thrilled at the offer and immediately packed up his things from his boarding school and joined his sister in Happy Harbor.

Y/N had always wanted to join the Justice League’s newest stealth and covert team when it was first formed, but Zatara would not allow it. He didn’t want either of his children to join the Team for various reasons. Specifically, he didn’t want to create any chance or risk of losing Zatanna, his only connection to his deceased wife, Sindella.

For Y/N, he knew the life of a superhero and its sometimes cruel and unfair conditions. The magician knew the already hard life the young omega was given early on and didn’t want to add to it.

When Y/N was very young, he’d become an orphan, his parents disappearing under mysterious circumstances. So, he was placed in foster care and moved between many different foster homes. As the story typically goes, he felt out of place and never really accepted in any of the homes his CPS agent would place him in.

Not just for his magical abilities, but sometimes also for his daily obvious submissive nature. Even if he hadn’t presented yet, Y/N always showed early traits of an Omega dynamic. And, just as many places in the world that had yet to move forward in modern times, there was an inherent bias in the foster care system that favored Alpha or Beta children over Omegas.

It wasn’t until his 5th or 6th foster home that he ran away, and happened to come across a battle between Zatara and Wotan. The magician’s curiosity had been piqued when this random child helped him in taking down the sorcerer. After hearing a bit of the young child’s story, he decided to take him under his wing and adopt him as his son.

Many jokes were made by different leaguers about how he needed to be careful or he’d turn into Batman 2.0.

The Dark Knight did not find the joke amusing.

When Zatara had brought Zatanna to the Team’s new base shortly after their creation as a stealth unit for the Justice League, Y/N wanted to join along, but Zatara insisted he stay at his school and focus on his studies. That’s why he was absent for the first adventures his sister got to join in.

Things changed though when Zatanna decided to use the Helmet of Fate in the battle against Klarion after he split the world into two dimensions with one only full of adults and the other only full of children. As fate would have it (pun unintended), Nabu, the spirit possessing the helmet refused to give up her body as he felt it necessary he establish himself permanently on Earth to prevent the world from falling into chaos.

A deal was made between Zatara and Nabu that he would trade places with his daughter, becoming the new Dr. Fate.

After that, Zatanna’s life was moved from New York to Mount Justice where she lived alongside Miss Martian and Superboy. M’Gann did her best to help her new comrade and roommate feel welcomed, excited at having another girl living at Mount Justice and being able to do all sorts of Earth girly stuff as she saw on TV, but it wasn’t enough.

Zatanna craved familiarity. She missed her home and her dad, and though nothing would ever be able to replace those feelings, she figured having her brother around would help her feel less alone after just a few months of living at the Cave

Yes, was it a bit selfish? Kind of, but, in her defense, Y/N had already wanted to join the Team the second he found out about it. It was their dad who wouldn’t let him, so of course, when he got the call from his sister, he wanted to immediately pack up his things and move himself to Happy Harbor.

But, of course, adults had to intervene. Their leaders suggested Y/N wait till he finished the semester at his current school and then transfer over in the new year after winter break was over. Not what they initially wanted, but knowing they would eventually be together in a few months was enough to hold them over.

After the entire mess with Vandal Savage and his scheme of taking the Justice League was over, Batman and Black Canary began the official process of transferring Y/N over to Happy Harbor. They handled all of the paperwork and administrative details on Zatara’s behalf, and soon, both the Zatara siblings became full-time members of the Team.

The day Y/N arrived was one to be remembered. His future teammates couldn’t think of a time they had seen Zatanna so anxious and excited. When the Zeta Tube machines began whirring up and the automated voice announced his arrival, she almost left skid marks on the floor from how fast she sprinted to the opening.

The very first moment Y/N came through, she immediately ran forward and tackled him into a hug with him returning the gesture as well, happy to see his sister. The other team members watched in silent awe, some a bit emotional than others (*cough* Wally *cough*).

After their tearful reunion, Zatanna introduced her brother to the rest of the team. Everything went smoothly until she got to Superboy, who Y/N immediately became nervous and flushed around the second he laid eyes on the Kryptonian.

Zatanna and Y/N always kept in contact through phone calls, emails, and letters while he was away, and that didn’t change when she met the Young Justice team. 

In her messages, she described the Team and its different members, the missions they went on, and all the different stuff about the Cave. She also went into very specific details about one particular member of the group, even going as far as to send pictures sometimes whenever the group took photos together.

Knowing her sweet, Omega brother, and his overly romantic way of thinking, she knew if he and Superboy had ever met, he’d more than likely fall head over heels. Zatanna herself was a Beta, so she wasn’t easily swooned by the sight and smell of Alphas and Omegas like her brother or other certain members of the team (*cough* Wally *cough*).

However, she didn’t expect the surprising (at least to her) relationship between Conner and M’Gann. That truthfully was the plot twist of the season. She was no relationship expert, but if you asked her, those two just didn’t make sense.

There was no chemistry, no connection or spark that even the strongest telescope could see between them. The most you could see was physical attraction if even that. So when it came down to their eventual split a few months later, Zatanta, out of everybody else on the team, was not even the slightest bit surprised.

M’Gann swore they were just on a small break and would be back together in no time, but the sorceress was almost positive it wasn’t happening. Conner showed no interest in wanting to get back with her, which was the entire reason she even started poking at the idea of him and Y/N together in the first place.

They would look so good together, and oh god, could you imagine their children? Cutest kids ever. She wasn’t biased at all, but seriously? Take one look at Y/N, then look at Conner who’s basically the standard of the attractive himbo– ahem, male. 

She could even remember her and her dad doing all the thinking of the world of who Y/N’s parents could be.

You didn’t get looks like those by wishing for it or casting a spell…

Hold up?

…

Nah.

Yet, the only issue getting in the way was their inability to confess their obvious feelings for each other. It was like that feeling you get when watching a Dora episode and the twitch but replacing it with a b kept asking for something that was literally RIGHT THERE.

Like, girl, ARE YOU BLIND?!

That had to be the case, considering both reactions from Y/N and Conner when they were introduced.

As mentioned before, Y/N became flustered and nervous, almost stuttering over his words when he went to shake hands with Superboy. He’d been smooth and charismatic with everyone else on the team, but, as Zatanna predicted, the Omega immediately grew a crush on the young superhero. And it definitely wasn’t one-sided.

You know in those cheesy romance novels and movies (Disney we’re looking at you), when the two lovebirds or soulmates first make contact, and there’s that ‘spark’ between them. Like long-lost lovers or some shit like that?

Let’s just say, this was a bit more, extra if you will.

Conner had only been out of his pod for a few months, and what he had yet to discover was that the human part of his DNA meant his genes were also subjected to Alpha/Beta/Omega biology, unlike M’Gann and her Uncle or even Clark. Not much study had been done yet on Kryptonian biology and if they were affected by a similar biological dynamic system like most homo-sapiens were. 

Martians were never known to have such a thing in their biology according to Martian Manhunter.

Therefore, it never occurred to anyone the possibility that Conner could very well end up presenting a dynamic at some point if he hadn’t already. When he met Y/N and shook hands with him, you could say his reaction was surprising, bordering on terrifying or hot. Your choice.

The Kryptonian’s nose had flared and he ended up yanking Y/N into his arms, aggressively sniffing at his neck. He also uttered the word ‘Mine’ while glaring and growling at anyone who dared take a step too close.

Hmm, does anyone else have the weirdest sense of Déjà Vu? Weird.

It became clear to everyone right there Conner’s biological dynamic; Alpha. And, considering meeting Y/N was his first time meeting an Omega ever, he reacted quite better than many before they’d seen, which was a bit shocking when you think about it.

The man literally came out of his pod swinging and punching, not to mention his less-than-tactical way of dealing with confrontational situations. Everyone chalked it up to his Kryptonian DNA and his isolation from society for his aggressive ways.

Nope, it was just regular Alpha-like temper tantrums. Typical.

Plus, most of the guys were either Alphas, except for Dick who had yet to present. Artemis and Zatanna were both betas, making Y/N the first and only Omega on the team.

The others managed to separate the two, and when Conner got himself back under control, he apologized embarrassingly before excusing himself. Everyone had brushed it off and wouldn’t hang it over his head, knowing from experience how bad those situations can get when you experience your first ‘hormonal instinct takeover’, or H.I.T. as most would call it.

Whoever thought of that must have considered themselves quite clever. Getting hit with H.I.T.? So corny.

That interaction all but confirmed Zatanna’s predictions that Conner and Y/N would end up together. Though, he didn’t score high in M’Gann’s favor at all.

She wasn’t pleased with that interaction at all and wanted to avoid the possibility of having any repeat mistakes in the future. Things would not go her way. In truth, they would go the opposite.

After they showed him the Cave, they let him get set up in his room which was conveniently right next to Conner’s room. Something else the Martian girl was 100% not happy about.

She tried to point out the fact that maybe if Conner was getting used to his new Alpha dynamic, having an Omega room right next to him wouldn’t be the best idea since it could be a trigger for the Kryptonian. It almost worked too, but once again, things did not go her way.

Surprisingly (not for Zatanna), it was Conner who shot down the idea, saying that he could control himself and didn’t think it necessary for Y/N to move rooms. Besides, the Omega had already started unpacking and getting comfortable, and he didn’t want to inconvenience him.

Which was half the truth…

Little did he or anyone else realize, Conner was already falling in sync with his natural Alpha instincts. And the most urgent of those at the moment was keeping the Omega he desired in a close enough place where he could protect and watch over him.

The thought of having Y/N in a room farther away where he couldn’t immediately get to him if something were to happen left a very sour feeling in the Alpha’s stomach. Thankfully, Batman and Black Canary agreed to let him keep the room. But, Conner would be working with the Dark Knight on controlling and understanding his new biological nature since that was something the G-Gnomes couldn’t telepathically teach him.

M’Gann was not happy.

Zatanna was ecstatic.

Y/N was nervous but also giddy. The Kryptonian was not alone in his feelings or instincts taking over as the second anyone suggested a room change, the Omega was prepared to fight (metaphorically speaking) to stay exactly where he was.

He wasn’t blind at all. Y/N caught on to M’Gann’s motives the second she opened her mouth, and he wasn’t going to let her win if he had anything to say about it. The more time Conner and Y/N spent around each other, the more protective and jealous each other became when it came to anyone else coming around them. Specifically, anyone they saw as a threat.

For Y/N, that was obviously M’Gann.

As time passed by and he got more acclimated into the team, he was not oblivious to the many attempts M’Gann would make to flirt and get back with Conner, even going as far as one day just blatantly asking him if he ever thought about her.

The Kryptonian was kind enough not to embarrass her in front of everyone and pulled her out of the room to explain his platonic feelings for her. Y/N heard everything though, thanks to a spying spell he secretly cast.

And Y/N is not shy about staking his claim on the Alpha, even though they’re only friends. He finds subtle ways to leave his scent on Conner, whether that’s giving him subtle touches where he knows his scent glands are, asking to wear his jacket when he pretends to get cold, or finding an excuse to hug or touch the boy.

Also, if the Alpha ever needs anything, Y/N is the first to grab and provide what it may be. Not only did it please his nature to know he was taking care of an Alpha, but it also satisfied his territorial side whenever M’Gann saw or heard Conner praising him for his assistance.

His biggest success though may have been after an incident where M’Gann tried to read his mind only to have her thoughts scattered by his defensive spell. Y/N was never a big fan of the telepathic link of communication they used on missions, giving M’Gann unlimited access to all of their thoughts.

He placed a protective spell over his and Zatanna’s minds with her permission that would only allow M’Gann access to communicating thoughts and nothing else. If she went searching for more, the spell would activate and deflect her signal right back to her mind, scrambling her head. Imagine a brain freeze or your worst headache, and then put it on steroids. Served her well.

He discreetly put one on Conner as well, but knew he would take it off eventually as he didn’t want to overstep boundaries.

Of course, this caught the attention of others when the Martian girl was more or less screaming in pain for a solid minute. The effect didn’t last long, so she wasn’t being tortured for an extended period, only long enough to teach her a lesson. 

When Aqualad asked what happened, Y/N simply explained his discomfort with having an open link into each of their minds and his protective measures in case someone decided to get a little nosy. M’Gann’s little reaction proved his concerns were justified.

The mage suggested that he could use the same spell which would allow them to communicate telepathically still, but just that. No reading one’s thoughts and mind.

Everyone readily agreed to this, of course, the only one protesting it was M’Gann, but considering she was outnumbered, she had no choice but to go along. Aqualad also requested he place that defensive spell on each one of their minds, just in case any of them were to have run-ins with a mind-reading villain like that time in Bialya.

When it came time for him to put the spell on Conner, Y/N decided to come clean and admitted he already placed a spell on him. He claimed it was because he heard how the G-Gnomes used to control him telepathically and figured he wanted to erase any chance of that, which was true, but not the only reason. 

Thankfully, the Kryptonian didn’t question him, finding comfort and admiration in the fact that he would go out of his way for him like that. His Alpha side was very happy.

Zatanna, of course, knew better and was very happy watching this entire thing unfold.

Now, on Superboy’s end, his threat was basically anyone who was not either a female, another Omega, or himself. Meaning he sees not just his enemies as a threat to claim over Y/N, but even some of his allies as well.

If he and Y/N were in the same room together and Kal, Wally, or Dick entered, Conner immediately would be on edge. He’d watch their every move like a hawk, especially if they came too close toward the mage for his liking. 

If any of them were to be talking to the Omega, they’d turn to find a very aggravated and tense Kryptonian glaring at them with a very clear message. One wrong move and their mentors would be looking for new mentees.

It was something he had to work hard on in his training with Batman and now Superman as well, taming his jealous and possessive instincts. He learned that while Kryptonians don’t share the same biological dynamics as humans do, they do still have stronger instincts and urges, which can amplify his already strong Alpha nature.

It proved easier said than done.

It was so easy for him to let his protective nature take over, even when Y/N was perfectly safe or in total control of a situation.

Many times on missions, Conner would all but demand that Y/N be paired with him if they were to split up. Even if it sometimes made sense for the mage to be paired off with a different person, he’d barely budge. With Artemis or Zatanna, he was lenient. M’Gann was just an automatic no. And any of the other guys, it’d be easier to ask Batman to not brood for one day.

That wasn’t even the worst part, though. Many times on missions or in battles, the Kryptonian would demand Y/N stay back and let him handle the fight, even if the mage was winning.

At one point, Wotan sought revenge against Zatara, Dr. Fate, and the Omega who defeated him so many years ago and had once again combined forces with Klarion to put many heroes in the Justice League under a spell. Similar to when that mind control thing happened with Vandal Savage, but this time, they were instructed to just destroy those three.

Of course, as Fate would have it (no pun intended), Superboy and Y/N ended up facing off against Superman. Now, given the last time the two Kryptonians faced off, you’d think Conner would have taken the back-pedal, considering they both shared a similar weakness to magic.

Nope.

Conner insisted that Y/N stay behind him and that he would take care of Superman himself. He held out for as long as he could, but, at some point, the mage just couldn’t continue to sit by and watch.

They won the battle, and Zatanna and Y/N were able to break the spell over the heroes, but Conner was not happy with the Omega at all. However, he couldn’t figure out if he was more upset about the fact he disobeyed him or that he put his life in danger for him. 

And, truthfully, he had to wonder if he was only upset and not also appreciative and grateful for the knowledge of knowing that if he truly was ever in trouble, he could count on Y/N to be there to help him when he couldn’t help himself.

Again, Zatanna was fully enjoying herself watching this play out.

Yet, the longer it went on, the more she and the others got tired of waiting. Even M’Gann was getting restless wondering when those two were going to man up and admit their feelings.

In the beginning, Y/N and Conner were both very awkward around each other, considering how they first met. The Kryptonian felt as if he didn’t know how to approach the Omega without humiliating himself again. And, the mage felt like he didn’t know how to talk to the Alpha without getting flustered and nervous and saying something embarrassing.

Truly, two peas in a pod.

But, their mutual affection and painfully obvious feelings for each other would bring them closer over time, and they soon became almost virtually inseparable. There weren’t many instances where anyone could say they saw one without the other. Especially Conner who always made it a point to be in the same vicinity as Y/N.

Zatanna and the others eventually got tired of waiting and cooked up a plan to get the two together so they could finally end this drawn-out torture. Since they were both so oblivious, they decided the best way to get them to admit their feelings was for lack of a better phrase, ‘forcing them in a corner.’

Some legitimate concerns did come up considering their plan consisted of Wally flirting with Y/N to irritate and make Conner jealous. The main one came from the speedster himself in how they would keep the Kryptonian from trying to essentially murder him.

Don’t get him wrong; Wally was no coward. But, he knew when he was outmatched in a fight, and considering how territorial and aggressive Alphas could get when they felt challenged since he was one himself, the possibilities were all too real in his mind.

Zatanna, Dick, and the others promised they wouldn’t let that happen, but it didn’t do much to alleviate the concerns in his mind. But, in a surprising twist of events, it turned out Conner wasn’t the one they had to worry about.

They put their plan into action early in the mornings, with Wally giving subtle one-liners and suggestive looks in Y/N’s direction. As predicted, Conner immediately became disgruntled, growing irritated and frustrated with every flirty line and look out of the speedster’s mouth toward his Omega (at least in his mind).

Y/N was surprised by this as well and did his best to ignore Wally’s advances, but not good enough in a certain Martain’s eye. 

M’Gann was not in on Zatanna’s plans for obvious reasons, and when she saw Wally’s attempts at flirting with the Omega took that as her golden opportunity to win Conner back. She found the Alpha in the training room by himself, a rare occurrence where Y/N was nowhere in sight.

He was busy sparring with the reinforced punching bag Batman created for him, doing his best to control and tame his anger like Superman and Batman taught him. But, his super hearing wouldn’t allow much of that since he could still hear every flirty line out of Wally’s mouth which just increased the intensity of his punches.

M’Gann took advantage of his angry state, trying to paint a false, negative image of Y/N that if he really cared about the Kryptonian, he wouldn’t entertain any of Wally’s behavior at all. She was laying hands on his hard, shirtless body doing her best to give her most alluring eyes while looking at his sweaty and angered face.

Conner was so in his head with his anger and frustration that he barely reacted or moved when M’Gann pushed herself closer, looking as if she was going in for a kiss. Of course, as fate would have it, that was the moment Y/N chose to walk in on them with Wally and the others in tow.

It was almost as if time had paused and then skipped a few seconds because before anyone could react, Y/N had cast a spell that blasted M’Gann to the other side of the room. No one had seen the Omega that angry before (besides Zatanna) didn’t know how to react when he stomped toward the Martian who was just getting herself off the floor.

When it looked like no one was going to do anything, Zatanna was about to step in until Conner intervened, grabbing Y/N, and holding him against his body while instructing the others to check on the Martian to make sure she was okay. He dragged the furious Omega out of the room, Zatanna subtly smirking as she watched before going to help M’Gann.

Conner marched them both toward his bedroom, shutting the door forcibly behind him before pushing Y/N against the surface, smashing his lips against him to silence the Omega’s angry shouts. Shocked, surprised, bewildered, all words you could use to describe Y/N's reaction to the sudden kiss, but resistant? Not in this universe or the next however many.

He immediately gave in to the Kryptonian’s demanding and rough lips, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his hands squeezing and pulling his waist against his. They became a tangled mess of limbs as Conner moved them from the door over to his bed, carefully laying the Omega’s body onto the mattress while positioning himself on top.

Eventually, they broke their lips apart, but the Alpha wasn’t done yet. He greedily ran his lips up and down the Omega’s jaw and neck, giving into his possessive nature and leaving as many bites and hickeys as the eye could see. 

At that point, Y/N was begging for the Kryptonian to knot and mark him, seeing as how Conner wasn’t shy this time about letting the smaller male know who’s Omega he was. His Alpha nature and instincts were very satisfied seeing the mage so desperate and needy for him, wishing suddenly he could take a picture to capture this moment.

And while tempted to give in to the Omega’s cries and pleas, he opted to resist, wanting to save that moment for a more special occasion.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” Y/N pouted.

Conner grew a smug look at the bratty Omega before running his nose down his neck toward his scent gland. “That’s fine. Besides, why should I reward you after letting another Alpha flirt with you all day?” Conner asked, a crossed expression passing over his face.

“I wasn’t letting him flirt with me. I was trying to get him to stop and avoid him all day since I knew it would make you upset.” Y/N said in reply.

“How did you know I would be upset?”

“Dude, anytime one of the guys even breathed at me, you got angry. You were ready to break Dick’s arm that time he caught me falling from that stairway.” Y/N laughed.

“He shouldn’t have his hands that low on your waist. You can easily catch someone using their armpits.” Conner said, a childish ‘hmph’ leaving his lips.

“Yeah, okay Mr. I can lift a car with my pinky.”

Conner rolled his eyes, before using his hands to tickle the Omega’s sides, “You think you’re so funny.”

Y/N tried to fight against the laughs coming up his chest and push Conner away, but the Alpha was obviously stronger than him and easily held him down while continuing to tickle him mercilessly. Eventually, he released him and they both calmed down.

The Alpha continued to lay gently on top of the Omega, burying his face in the smaller male’s neck to breathe in his scent while Y/N rubbed his hands up and down the larger male’s back and through his dark hair. It was intimate and peaceful, the two lovebirds finally enjoying what they both had secretly been craving for so long.

Eventually, their friends came to check on them, interrupting the special moment. Wally apologized to Conner after he and Zatanna explained their plan, to which the Alpha and Omega gave unamused looks to their friends, though they both appreciated the gesture since it did help them finally get together.

Y/N also apologized to M’Gann for his behavior but did warn her that if ever tried something like that with his Alpha again, she’d realize just how creatively violent he could get with his magic. Surprisingly, she also apologized, but the Omega could tell that his friends probably forced her to do so.

Either way, he was happy.

He and his idiot Alpha were finally together.

☀️ | Conner Kent/Superboy | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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Another much overdue ask compilation! Some short-ish lore asks (Gale, Gort, DU drow relationships and pet-companion preferences) and a couple of art/advice ones sprinkled in. THIS IS BY NO MEANS ALL OF MY ASKS so as usual I appreciate everyone's patience!

I actually think he'd give them a pass entirely as soon as he noticed. Correct me if I'm mistaken but half-drow get No love from underdark drow and are usually surface babies right? So that fruit is miles away from the tree lol. I think he generally has a bit of a soft spot for mixed kinds since he himself feels like an amalgamation of sorts.

Thank you! They're kind of a pain in the ass to draw at times for that very reason but man I do like the look 😩if other people like it too then that makes it all worth it!

THAT'S TRICKY TO ANSWER BECAUSE OFTEN TIMES I'M NOT... REALLY TRYING. I've draw a ton of horror comics for mine and my partner's series' SAD SACK and SORTIE, so I think it just comes naturally to me 😅 also I do genuinely find expressive and, uh, rugged faces more attractive? (I think they look rugged, again that's what people tell me at least.)

I think the secret might be adding bits of realism in there. I get a lot of comments about the wrinkles and eyelashes I add to my art, as well as the way I draw individual teeth (though I've lately been making an effort to simplify my style in favor of drawing faster, so I haven't done that as much or in as much detail.)

Both symmetry and the lack of it can also add to that effect. I have employed both facial unevenness and almost point-perfect symmetry to achieve something a little frightening or otherworldly in my work. [MORE UNDER THE CUT]

Thank you so much!!! The contrast is very much intentional, that's what DU drow's character is all about ;)

Hahah well I somewhat doubt Bhaal would care that his spawn gets named, but either way he stripped himself of his name as soon as he killed his foster parents and abandoned the Underdark. He had a drow name that I jotted down somewhere but it's completely irrelevant because nobody has used it since he was a child, and he doesn't remember it (even pre-tadpole/having his brain scrambled.) Here's a little write up about his origins that might shed some more light on that: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/739688837431836672/did-drow-ever-have-a-childhood-before-the-temple

And about his original drow-given name and the reason behind it: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/741350986692591616/drow-had-to-have-been-given-a-name-by-his-adoptive

Everyone just referred to him as his supposed race, or as Bhaalspawn or Bhaal's child, and any other similar titles. Orin called him "kin" and "brother" and Gortash likely called him his associate. Post-tadpole the camp grows entirely used to calling him "the drow" and he has no desire to change that or to choose a proper name.

THANK YOU BOTH SO MUCH😭 no reason to be intimidated, I'm just some rando drawing BG3 fan art LOL I've been drawing since I was a child, and started taking it semi-seriously when I was 16 years old, so twelve years ago! That's around the time where I got my first non-display tabled and used that well into my twenties, prior to that I only did stuff on paper and liked to do inks color with pencils. I never really ventured into traditional painting at all except for a little bit of water-coloring in college.

Traditional and Digital art are very much different beasts. Which one you want to start with is, in my opinion, just dependent on what you want to do. Digital art gives you a lot of tools that makes learning easier, but you might find yourself having much steeper of a learning curve if you ever decide to do traditional art instead. If you want to be good at both, you need to practice both, since the skill doesn't entirely translate from one medium to the other.

Naturally you will be able to draw well on either, it's just... Different. I will say though, that I think if you're still learning you should use whatever allows you to look directly at what your hand is doing, so either traditional or display tablet/Ipad. I have no idea what a non-display tablet would do to a beginner, but remembering my experience with it I feel like it might be a huge detriment to developing the skill (feel free to share your experiences in the replies if you disagree, as I would definitely be curious to read them!)

YOU KNOW ME BABY IT WAS MESSY AND COMPLICATED the tldr.: is that they were "buddies", absolutely no romance intended there on either mine or DU drow's part, but due to his nature the friendship was extremely weird.

Here's a couple of replies where I go into more detail about it: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/739191190871818240/i-dont-have-a-particular-question-in-mind-sorry

https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/744952815768764416/so-not-sure-if-youve-covered-this-but-i-thought

That's definitely reserved for the vamp LOL DU drow very much enjoys when Astarion teases and fusses over him, and while Astarion probably got a kick out of acting that way around such a big and scary looking guy at first, I think by "now" (later and post-game) he's pretty much immune to DU drow's looks and just enjoys doing it in earnest.

He's not at all averse to being touched (even rather intimately) by close friends, but he wouldn't be quite THAT vulnerable with anyone else.

HE REALLY DISLIKED GALE... He irked him out by seemingly fostering a rather persistent romantic interest in him for at least half the time they spent together (very much based on my interpretation of their in-game interactions at the time, though my Gale might have been a little bugged.)

But also they had a... Fairly in depth relationship still? Gale was a staple in my party, and even though I antagonized him constantly by the end of the game it still felt like they had so much weight in each other's lives, if that makes sense. I might need to do a bit of an "update" on the DU Drow/Gale lore sometime, I feel like I've had some thoughts since that warrant more exploration of their dynamic (you can find a lot of old asks about it if you just search the Gale Dekarios tag in my blog though).

The gist of it is that DU drow found him arrogant and duplicitous, his constant optimist irritated him to no end and felt like it veiled a stream of self-pity (two things DU drow despises) Gale's attempts to get through to him only added insult to injury. By the end of the game he decided to pursue the crown of Karsus and this only lost him even more respect in Drow's eyes, seeing as he doesn't value godly power at all.

I was pretty overwhelmed by the game at the start so I actually missed a lot LOL including Scratch. I did get the owlbear cub though, which DU drow gladly welcomed into camp since it was injured - but I think he would have wished for it to remain a wild animal and to return back to it's home after it had grown up a bit. He didn't really make a "pet" out of it more than he just looked after the little guy in the way it's mother might have, probably with Shadowheart's help.

He wouldn't be opposed to proper pets though if one were to stumble into his life. He'd definitely be more of a cat guy because of their independence and strong little attitudes.

It is very hard to build proper rapport with him. He will be "friendly" to most people who have a good sense of humor about them, but friendSHIP is another thing entirely.

I think it's kind of circumstantial. He's very economical in his relationships and doesn't really seek them out at all - so a situation where he's forced to be in someone's company might be the only way to develop a bond with him, as he doesn't appreciate insistence either and that's more likely to push him away. He doesn't value status or titles either (kind of looks down on them really) so that won't help.

I think he just likes people who are true to themselves and their nature, sometimes even if the nature is one he disagrees with at it's core. This is why he liked Gortash, why he and Shadowheart got along so well, and why him and Astarion fit together so seamlessly despite seeming so different. Likewise I think it's why he didn't jive with people like Gale or Wyll, because they seemed to be rather... Dishonest with themselves and their own end-goals.

[petitmonde]

The one where Robin is right (again)

"I know that look. The answer is no," Robin said, eyeing her girlfriend making faces at a blonde puppy.

"What do you mean? I didn't even ask you anything," Aura's smile shone right through her eyes.

She was completely lost in the creature in her hands. The puppy greedily sucked on the fingers it was given, occasionally yapping in frustration when Aura pulled them away.

"Yet."

"C'mon Robin, look at him." Aura held up the puppy. She was having a hard time keeping him suspended in the way with the way it was wiggling. "Such a little darling, poor thing can't see. It'd be cruel to let him fend for himself. So, please, can we keep this one? I promise it's the last one."

"Darling," Robin sighed. This wasn't the first time they've had this particular conversation.

She doubted it would be the last time, either. Aura had a heart of gold and a tendency to have a hard time letting go of things. All traits were wonderful to have in a partner, but when it came to being foster parents for dogs, it was downright stupid. There had to be limits to how much generosity they could show.

"Hm?"

"Absolutely not. How are we going to take care of 4 dogs? 3 is more than plenty. We have everyone else, too."

"I'd take care of it," Aura assured her. Like she had so many times before. Aura cradled the puppy in her arms once more.

Seems like Robin would need to be the voice of reason. Again.

"I'm sure you would. But so would another loving family. You said it yourself, right? He's a cute little thing, I'm sure someone else would love to have him."

Robin reached over to pet the puppy, giving it a good scratch. It had calmed down significantly, as it lay still in her girlfriend's arms.

"I know. I just hate letting the cute ones go."

"That's every dog to you, Aura."

"I know," Aura sighed, defeated. With her free arm, she brought Robin in close by her waist. "It's also about the people I know."

"Oh," Robin's body heated up, the sides of her lips curling upwards.

"Yeah," Aura's lips ghosted over Robin's. She didn't register the puppy kicking both at them when she kissed her, ever so gently. "I'm sure you're right, we'll find the perfect place for this guy. We always do."

[albino-whumpee]

Had a very nice dream/day dream (no sleeping was done, but meh, resting your eyes is good enough) about what would´ve happened if Albus hadn´t given up in life after the Colonel stuff. 

Waking up in a hospital bed, handcuffed on his ankles to the hand rails because he was a suspect from murder and theft, but after interrogations and spending time in the hospital it was deemed he was not the perpetrator at all. 

A 16 yo Albus being so done with dealing with everything alone, but hating the system that didn´t save them earlier giving him a chance now to be put into a foster home. 

The foster home was Sann´s. A 17 yo Santiago meets a 16 yo, freshly traumatized Albus and chooses to try being friends with him. It´s not that difficult, but Al keeps pushing him away as well as his whole family. 

It isn´t because he doesn´t want to be friends or they mistreat him, Al is so shocked he is actually being treated so well and they´re so friendly and understanding. He´s so grateful, but there´s that bitterness of why it couldn´t happen before everything went to hell? Why couldn´t this happen when Annie was alive? 

And a big happy family like Santiago´s aren´t people who would understand what he has been through. So he still feels like he can´t open up to them. 

Santiago and Mateo (Sann´s younger brother) still try tho. Mateo gives up after a while, but Santi is persistent.

He tries to eat with him at school, strike conversation, take him places and even share his love for space. But the boy´s response is half hearted.

Santi´s about to give up when he hears he didn´t come home after school one day. Apparently some man had walked up to him before the boy stormed out screaming bloody murder.

Apparently it was his father demanding a reason to why he wasn´t told about his daughter´s death. Santi doesn´t know much about his past beyond what he has been told, but it isn´t much and his parents won´t tell him much either. He only knows that idiot isolated himself again and that´s something he can´t allow. 

By then he knows a bit more about him and so he knows where to find him. 

The art classroom at school is like his sanctuary. He has paint all over him when he finds him entranced into this one painting. 

He tells him he didn´t know it was so late already, but Santi is no fool and only gives him a knowing look. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No” he begins to clean up his brushes. 

Santi allows that, but when they´re walking back home, he pushes Al into a different bus that takes them to the sea. He hears Santi´s mother on the phone when he tells her he´s taking him to the sea and yells at them to use sunscreen. Santi even takes out a special protection one for Al. (He would definitely had gotten glasses with them the second he stepped into their house) 

Maybe by that moment, his legs still hasn´t healed completely so even when swimming is not possible and neither is playing some soccer, Santi finds a game they can play together. 

After a while, they move on to trying out teaching Al how to swim and Santi laughs his ass off at him when he can only manage to look like a wet puppy. He offers going together to his swim club then. He is quick to tell him it doesn´t matter if he uses an special swimsuit to hide his scars, the coach will understand and if he doesn´t he will kick his ass personally. 

They go back after a few more hours, the bridge of their noses and their shoulders burnt so bad Santi´s mother tells them this served them well as reminder to use the damn sunscreen. 

Al can´t help but melt into tears when Santi´s mother calls him to also apply some cream into his face and shoulders. He was so scared and sure they would get hit, having gentle hands rubbing circles on his burnt shoulders is so...nostalgic. 

That night Santi is trying to marshall himself in order to not scratch his back off when he hears a tiny “Santi?” coming from the bed below his. 

“Mhm?” 

“Thank you”

Santi is glad he kept trying. 

[raeofgayshine]

tell me about blaine fam <3

*holds up Blaine* He’s my baby boy.

His full name is Blaine Sebastian Garcia, and he’s the main character my first book in the Beauty and the Mermaid series (He’s the Mermaid), tentatively called Crescendo. Because well, he is a music kid, but the real idea behind the name is that the story is about Blaine finding his voice and confidence again. That’s the crescendo of the story. His healing.

But! I’m getting ahead of myself, so let’s go back to the beginning.

Blaine’s parents actually divorced before he was ever born. His father, an absolute dick by the way, didn’t want a second child. He didn’t even really want the first one, B’s older brother Roman, who was born when his mom was still college which led her to dropping out to raise him. (Their dad says that Roman was born to trap him in a marriage. Their mom, obviously, does not agree with this story). Needless to say, Daddy Garcia was never particularly fond of Roman, he hardly paid him any attention (and what attention he did give was largely negative), and when he found out there was going to be a second kid, he split. No goodbyes, just left for work one day and didn’t come back. Weeks later, divorce papers arrived in the mail. (Roman never forgives his father for how he left, or how he treated him, which leads to a lot of fighting between the two later down the line.)

So Blaine was raised by a single mother, but really if you ask B he would say he was raised mostly by Roman. Because like, physically there mom was always around and she did take care of them in the sense of she kept a roof over there head and gave them food, but for the first 5 years of Blaine’s life, she was extremely emotionally distant. And with everything going on, she was just so exhausted and completely depleted and,,, you know she was depressed and it was all she could do to get up and go to work so they didn’t lose the house. She did her best, but as the years went on it was getting harder and harder for her.

For a short time, when Blaine was 5 and Roman is 9 I believe (the ages still confuse me, I’m so bad with time math), the pair wind up in foster care after a teacher becomes concerned about their home life (which Roman had been trying to hide for a long time because he still loved his mom, he knew she was trying her best and didn’t want her to get into trouble), while their mother gets some help getting back on her feet and back to feeling a lot more like herself.

And once she is in a place to care for her kids again, they go home. The next few years are when she teaches Blaine to play piano (something that becomes his favorite escape as he grows up), she teaches both of her boys how to speak Tagalog (Her first language), as well as does her best to teach them about Philippine culture.

Blaine still always goes to Roman first for comfort, for advice. He loves his brother so much, and believes there’s no person better in the world then his kuya (older brother).

And maybe it’s better that way, because when Blaine is 10 their mom is diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She only lives another 6 months after the diagnosis, and when she dies Blaine and Roman after left with no choice but to be shipped off to the father.

And that’s not a fun few years for either of them, Blaine does his best to stay out of sight out of mind. Meanwhile Roman is enrolled by his father at a boarding school, Ravenwood, that’s a couple hours away from the city they now live in. Mostly because their dad didn’t want to live with an angry Roman who would now fight back every time he said something rude or negative. (Roman is so angry about this decision because he just wants to be there for Blaine, he starts so many fights trying to get kicked out until finally his soon to be best friend Evan helps him realize that the best way to help Blaine in this situation was to create a space at Ravenwood waiting for him to arrive).

Blaine has a tough few years in middle school. Especially when people start spreading rumors about him being gay, he gets bullied a bit but he has his music to escape to and he knows, knows that Roman will always love and support him no matter what.

And in 8th grade, Blaine falls in love the first time. Turns out he’s not the only queer kid, and though they keep their relationship very private (they don’t even hang out as friends in school), it’s actually a semi-decent relationship as far as middle school goes. They get close enough that Blaine feels comfortable telling him the one thing only Roman knew at this point. That he was trans.

(Blaine realized he was trans when he was about 5. It didn’t click all at once, but you know he could tell something was wrong about being called a girl and it progressed from there. He eventually chose his new name with the help of Roman (and his favorite movie for a middle name), and their mom went through the process of getting it legally changed and so that was just that. Their dad didn’t even know because he left before Blaine was born.)

At first, his boyfriend reacts quite shocked and angry, hangs up the phone and doesn’t respond to Blaine for days. But B thinks he just needs time to process and he’ll come around, and he seems to because he eventually brings Blaine flowers and asks him to the end of year dance.

And this, this is where things really go wrong for Blaine. He doesn’t remember the details of what happened for months, all he knows is one minute he was stepping out for some air with his date, and the next he was waking up days later in the hospital after being gay bashed on the football field and nearly dying.

Which, as you would expect, leaves a lot of scars on Blaine. The head trauma he received obviously caused him a bit of amnesia, it also caused him so trouble with focusing and stringing together words, though that heals over time but it’s an issue for the first few months. The damage also left Blaine far sighted and in need of glasses (which he absolutely hates wearing because for Blaine they are a sign of the trauma he’s been though and the fact he will never be who he was before this. He will take a headache or blurry vision over wearing them by choice, especially outside of his house/dorm room.) The entire attack also left Blaine with ptsd, a massive spike in his anxiety, and struggling with selective mutism (which he comes to despise the quickest because he just wants his voice back!! But this is part of how he earns his mermaid nickname, because like Ariel he has lost his voice and it can only be regained by destroying the sea witch).

Because of the attack, and because it’s now come out that Blaine is both trans and gay, their dad kicks him out of the house. And of course Roman is going to follow, so with the help of Evan (mentioned above, Ro’s best friend), he collects their things and moves into an apartment in a small town less then 30 minutes from Ravenwood.

And that, that’s kind of Blaine’s story. Because of the fact he finds himself struggling to create words in the wake of the attack, Blaine uses a lot of sign language to communicate (Him and Roman learned it together when they moved in with their dad, so that they could talk without fear of him snooping or getting angry). He supplements this also with a lot of gestures and facial expressions, as well as some texting/writing (which makes him such a fun character to write because I have to communicate so much with body language). Blaine also uses music to communicate, sometimes he will just play a lyric to stand in for a sentence, or he’ll present an entire song as how he’s feeling and it’s up to whoever he’s talking to to put together the pieces (He uses a lot of music in therapy, especially when he’s trying to piece back together his memories. He gets feelings first and those feelings are tied to songs).

Blaine winds up singing for most of his friends before he is ever able to speak because music is just easier for him. And it makes sense when you see him on stage, deep in the performance of a song like it’s the one place he belongs.

What else is there to say about my boy?

Oh, my favorite fun fact about Blaine is that he knows a handful of languages enough to be fluent in them (he likes to learn languages for fun, and he’s really good at it. Something in his brain just clicks with languages). But! He knows how to cuss in an even larger number of languages. Blaine refuses to curse in English, but if he ever says anything to you in another language the chances are high it’s something that should not be repeated.

Besides piano, Blaine can also play guitar. Roman taught him, starting right around the time their mom got cancer. He doesn’t love it as much as piano, but he is really good at it.

Blaine’s favorite movie is the Little Mermaid. This is both why is middle name is Sebastian (It couldn’t be Eric because “It would be weird if I had the same name as my husband, Roman.”), and the second reason he is the Mermaid. (The third being that the twins, two of his closest friends, call him Ariel). Also he has a stuffed dog named Eric who is his favorite comfort item.

Blaine has bad night terrors. Bad like he can be a danger to himself and sometimes other people, and you can’t wake him up but there are ways to help calm him down and get him back to sleep. Blaine never remember these though, and he only knows they happen because he gets told. The night terrors are the reason his friend group implements Blaine Duty, where they take turns sleeping in Blaine’s room with him so someone will be right there if he needs it (Blaine has a room to himself thanks to Roman pulling some strings, and because of the night terrors, so his friends keep him company). The night terrors become less frequent as time passes, but Blaine Duty never stops.

Blaine has a pair of heelys. Gifted to him by his best friend Connor, B wears them all of the time and you will see him heelying most places. (There was once an attempt to attach rockets to them that failed, however he did get rockets attached to a pair of skates instead. It is a wonder he’s still alive.)

Speaking of Connor, Blaine’s relationship with him can only be described as ambiguously queer. They flirt a lot, call each Babe and Love, Blaine definitely thinks Connor is a pretty boy and wants to kiss him, but they are not dating. At all. Blaine gets a boyfriend book 2 and things get more gay because Connor flirts with both of them now and honestly I don’t even know what’s going on there, but I love it so much. Like, they are that one post about how you should be a little in love with your friends.

One of my favorite running jokes in the series that revolves around Blaine is that he frequently says “I’m kissable” or something of the same vibe. This boy just likes to kiss people. Not even romantically/sexually, he just thinks it’s fun. He has kissed most of his friends, but routinely refuses to kiss Connor (because he finds it funny and also again, there’s something gay between them and Connor is “so pretty” according to B).

There’s a group chat called “Blaine’s Music Therapy”, where Blaine shares songs he believes matches the vibes of his friends, or just reminds him of them. Sometimes he’s very sweet in doing this, and sometimes he is a menace and uses his music powers for evil. He will read your every flaw in song if you give him the chance (affectionately, he never shares songs out of malice, he’s too nice for that. But he will call you out about self sabotaging).

Oh! One of my other favorite Blaine fun facts is that he always has perfect eyeliner. It doesn’t matter what he is doing, like he could be sobbing his eyes out and his eyeliner will never run, it doesn’t smudge, it always comes out looking exactly how he wants it to. No there’s no explanation for why this is the case. I just think it’s funny.

I think that’s a pretty good overview of my lovely little Blaine.

This kid has been through so fucking much in his life, but the one thing that really gets me about Blaine is that he has never given up. It would be easier for him to shut down and shut out the world after all it’s put him through. He could refuse to make friends, close off his heart so it couldn’t be hurt again but he doesn’t do that.

Despite everything, Blaine genuinely believes there is so much good in the world. And he has to fight his anxiety and his trauma a lot, especially in the early days, to let him try again with trusting a new group of people. It’s exhausting for him, and obviously not a linear street and sometimes it feels like a constant battle against himself, but Blaine is determined to get better. He is determined to make friends and be happy and to not let his past control his life.

And it just, it means a lot to me. To be able to write him fighting so hard against himself to be the person he wants to be. Leaning on music to help him through, help him process what he’s feeling or why he’s feeling that way, and using it as a language to communicate with other people.

I love all of the Misfits (Blaine’s friend group), I really do. But Blaine is the one I put the most of myself into, and the reason he’s the main character is because he’s the one I need to write.

[multi-fandom-oneshots]

I Don’t Know You Yet (Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis Soulmate AU)

Author’s Note: Inspired by the song ‘IDK You Yet’ by Alexander 23.  

*TW: Implied SA*

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How can you miss someone you’ve never met? 

Darcy thought this to herself a lot. Her soulmark always made her feel like she was missing a part of herself, a part of something vital. The words written inside her elbow gave her hope, hope that one day everything would be okay, that there was someone out there waiting for her, someone that loved her. 

The Asset was wiped over and over. Mission after mission, kill after kill. He always awoke with this empty feeling in his chest, a hollowness inside him that he couldn’t fill. He asked about the words on his skin, what they meant and they always told him they were the words of death. Whomever spoke them would be his undoing, that his mission would to be to kill the person that dared utter those words. He would nod in affirmation but every time they demanded that of him the hole in his chest got a little bigger. Maybe when that person came for him he would give in, let death finally take him; it would be nice to sleep. 

Lately its been hard, they’re selling me for parts. 

Darcy was 8 when her parents died, when fate decided their time was over. She was 11 when her foster father Dave started to abuse her, coming in the night to get his pound of flesh. In the dark she would think about her soulmate, the person who would want her after this was all over. They would still want her, right?

She was 13 when she tried to cut the words out of her skin, trying to rip away the promise of a savior that would never come. They always came back, jagged and scarred but there. But she kept trying, kept cutting, hoping maybe one day it would work. 

The Asset was on a mission in Prague, waiting to take the shot when he felt a burning sensation on his arm. He was trained not to respond to pain, not to feel but this was the worst pain he had ever experienced. Like someone was carving out pieces of his flesh. The pain persisted but he looked back through his scope, he had to complete his mission. 

While the Asset waited at the rendezvous point he finally decided to give in to the pain, to rip away his jacket to examine where it hurt. It was those words, they were hot and burned but they didn’t look any different. His lips moved into a minute smile just for a moment. Maybe this meant death was coming for him. He hoped they’d be there soon. 

Can you find me soon because I’m in my head.

The Asset was in that blank space, where everything was cold, where he was wasting away. Trapped in his mind, waiting to be called upon, to be needed again. He knew he was needed, had this gut instinct that he had a purpose, one beyond his missions. But that instinct was ripped away when they woke him, when he heard those 10 words. Those words they took away everything. 

I don’t wanna be modern art but I only got half a heart.

At age 17 Darcy finally ran; ran away from the pain and the torment. Life didn’t get better but it didn’t get worse either. She found a club that didn’t ask questions and paid under the table, where she got to control her body and what others did with it. Stripping paid the bills, allowed her to save up money for a better life. She had plans. She wanted to go to college, to escape the hell that was her life. She wanted to become a new person, a person who deserved the words that were written on her skin. It took her 2 years to save up enough money to finally escape. She was headed across the country to New Mexico to start the first year of the rest of her life. New Mexico was hot but the heat helped defrost her cold soul. Slowly she healed, she found something she was passionate about. She was going to find away to help advocate for people like her, abused and battered but not broken. She would show them how to heal just like she was. 

How can you miss someone you’ve never seen? Tell me are your eyes brown blue or green?

He had failed his mission. The Asset — no that wasn’t right — he wasn’t the asset anymore. Who was he? The man on the bridge, the man he pulled out of the Potomac, he knew him. He had called him Bucky, had told him he was with him till the end of the line. He screamed then, fists clenched and head pounding. His thoughts were a blur, he couldn’t differentiate between fact and fiction. He ran, ran until his legs couldn’t carry him anymore, until he finally found a place to rest, to let the memories consume him. 

He was laying on a cot, the man from the bridge beside him. They were on their backs, looking up at the stars a fire lit beside them. 

“Buck, what do you think our soulmates will look like?” The man asked. “Mine will have a beautiful smile. I’m gonna sketch that smile ‘till I get it just right. So I can keep it with me forever.  ” 

He sighed, an ache filling his chest, a longing that never went away. “I hope mine has kind eyes.” He spoke softly. His mom had had kind eyes, eyes that could see deep down inside you, to the real you. He hoped his soulmate had those types of eyes. Eyes that saw past the uniform and the bravado, that could see him for who he really was; could see how much he needed her. 

I only got half a heart to give to you and I hope it’s enough

James pulled his cap lower over his face hoping no one would recognize him. This wasn’t the first time he had been to this place. He visited a lot, mostly after his missions. He knew Steve was looking for him but he had things he needed to do. He needed to watch Hydra burn, to know that he had destroyed every last person who knew The Winter Soldier and how to control him. The missions were hard on him, they made him forget himself, who he truly was. This place reminded him of that; reminded him of the person he was before Hydra. He sat in the back corner watching the film the museum played on a loop. He couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed, the last time he had smiled like was doing in the video. He had so many broken pieces that he needed to put back together. He had so much work to do. 

I need you now but I don’t know you yet.

Six credits, that is all Darcy had signed up for. Not alien robots and secret government agencies and infinity stones possessing her best friend. She had helped as best she could, saved as many people as she could but wasn’t enough. She saw their bloodied broken bodies every time she closed her eyes. She cried herself to sleep, clutching her mark like a lifeline. She wished they were here, that they could hold her and tell her it was all going to be okay, that she would be okay.

I need you now but I don’t know you yet.

Years had passed and Darcy was tired. Tired of trying to make a difference, tired of the craziness her life had become. How had everything become so complicated? She was the right hand of a person so brilliant that she could open gateways to other worlds. She was best friends with a literal alien god that saved the world on a weekly basis. And yet here she was, just normal fragile human Darcy. She wasn’t brilliant or super and she most definitely wasn’t a hero. She took another swig of vodka relishing the burn that made her feel not quite so numb. Jane had cried herself to sleep ages ago, Darcy had cried with her. They cried for their planet, for the people who had disappeared from the Snap and then reappeared to a world that had moved on without them. They had cried for Thor, for all his people that they had lost. They cried for Tony, for Natasha, for all the others who hadn’t made it. Darcy set down her glass, those words on her forearm catching her eye. She wondered if they had survived it all, if she even still had a soulmate left. New tears flooded her eyes then, she needed them, she hoped they knew that even if they were no longer alive. She hoped that they knew somehow that she loved them.

I need you now but I don’t know you yet.

Bucky nursed his scotch as he thought. Steve had been gone a few months now, back in time to a soulmate that he had never stopped loving. Bucky didn’t blame him, once Steve had told him what his words really meant, that there was someone out there who could—would love him unconditionally despite it all, how could he blame Steve? Bucky knew if he had had his soulmate and then lost them that he would do anything to get back to them, timelines be damned. He and Steve had finally gotten to the end of that line, but somehow he knew Steve was still with him. He sighed heavily and knocked back the rest of his drink.Before he could ask the bartender placed another scotch in front of him, telling him it was from the woman at the other end of the bar. Bucky looked up in time to see her gathering her things. She caught his gaze for a moment and gave him a small smile before she walked out the door. Bucky smiled back, smiling for the first time in a long time. She had kind eyes; they were blue.  

[theeclipticarts]

Finally finished a write up of Tommy's backstory for 'The Benefits of Honesty' for the first time! Thought that it'd be worth sharing it here (warning, it's pretty long!):

Tommy was raised in a family of liars. He was an only child, and had both a mother and father. They didn’t hate him, but they certainly didn’t love him either. His parents would lie all the time to him, to each other, and to everyone else. Being raised in this environment, despite his hatred for them, Tommy finds himself lying as well. He becomes a compulsive liar. 

His parents abandon him when they “go on a vacation” to Hypixel when he’s 13 years old. They lie to him repeatedly that they’ll be coming back soon, but that various things are stopping them from returning. Eventually their promises just never come, and Tommy is unable to establish contact with them. His phone calls bounce back and mail gets returned to sender. He never knows if they’re alive or dead, but he finds himself not really caring other than some bitterness. 

He struggles for the next half a year to survive, even more as the payments they were sending to keep him living stopped four months in alongside the communication. Thankfully Tommy has the apartment he grew up in for two years. Tommy is forced to quit school and teach himself through experience. He has to teach himself to cook, spend money wisely, perform first aid, and other basic life skills. He survives getting second hand things and using community food shelves to minimise the use of what little money he has left. No one will give him a job, and he had to escape the police being called multiple times. He was too stubborn to go into foster care. 

He’s 13 and a half when he finds Dream (who is a vigilante at the time) injured in a battle and performs basic first aid. Once he’s done though, Tommy leaves a note saying that he hopes Dream is okay, and leaves a neon green plastic cup full of water. He’s lucky because he has two, but hopes that his first one doesn’t break. 

Dream wakes up and begins a private citywide manhunt alongside his new vigilante friends Sapnap and George for his ‘Cinderella Kid’, though the media does notice that he’s looking for something and theorises. It’s hard, because all he has is a note, a cup, and a vague memory of him being blonde and blue-eyed. It takes him two months, but eventually he gets hurt again on a lesser scale and Tommy stumbles into him. Tommy says “Why do we keep meeting like this?” and Dream realises this is the kid he was looking for. 

Tommy is 13 and 8 months old and struggling when Dream finds him. Dream recognises that he is young and struggling despite Tommy’s lies, and wants to help him out. He refuses to risk putting Tommy in the vigilante spotlight by bringing him to the tower, or visiting as a vigilante, so he reveals his identity to Tommy. He ends up dropping by Tommy’s house several times a week. He teaches Tommy basic life skills, gives Tommy plenty of money to live off, and makes sure Tommy is okay. He re-enrolls Tommy into school, which Tommy struggles to get back into after almost a year off. Eventually Dream helps him get set up in an online school which Tommy continues until completion later on in the years.

A year and a half later when Tommy is 15, they have a massive argument. Neither of them really remember what it was about, though they think it either had to do with Tommy refusing Dream’s help or Dream becoming a hero, but it escalated bad enough that they split off completely. 

Tommy is kicked out of the apartment and has to use the money he saved up from his time with Dream to rent a new one. It's difficult finding a landlord that doesn't care but when he does it's luckily quite a nice place. He picks up a job at the local animal rescue not too far away, and begins making his own money. 

About a month later, Tommy finally gets his powers. It's a struggle for him to not excitedly tell someone, and he wishes he could tell Dream. Instead, he cautiously begins to use them and get better with them before making his debut as a vigilante. Tommy lies to himself, and swears that he isn't doing it because of how he looked up to Dream when he was a vigilante and still looks up to him now. He lies even more to himself that he doesn't do it to get a chance at seeing Dream again. 

He's 15 and a half when he meets Dream in the field for the first time. Their interactions are always slightly anxiety inducing, but as far as Tommy is aware, Dream doesn't know about his identity, and that helps a bit. They build up a basic but positive friendship over the years as they occasionally interact on missions. 

He's 16 and a half when Ranboo shows up and they have their first vigilante vs villain fight. Over the next 2 and a half years they build up a close friendship, even if Tommy refuses to acknowledge it and actively lies to himself about it. Ranboo doesn't do anything seriously villainous other than breaking into something now and then, so their fights are always more playful than genuinely dangerous or serious. Ranboo is Tommy's only real friend. He knows people and he likes his co-workers at the rescue, but he never gets close to any of them. The closest thing he has to a friend aside from Ranboo is his neighbour who checks up on him occasionally and sometimes invites him over for tea. His lies tend to drive them away if his constant distrust and difficulty getting close to people doesn't do it first. 

Tommy is 19 when the story begins. He hasn't seen his parents in 6 years and he barely remembers them. He hasn't seen Dream as a civilian in 4 years. He's been a vigilante for 4 and a half years, and he's been friends with Ranboo for 2 and a half years.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Everything Has Changed- Part 1

Pairing: Faye (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Fezco and the reader have been friends since childhood. She watched Ash grow up and she watched Fez take over the (dangerous) family business, she's been around through it all. He was a leader and she was his side kick, his sounding board, his go-to person other than Ash. They were family and always have been. The reader wasn't familiar of Laurie and her relevance in her best friends life until one night, Fez get's an urgent call from his friend Custer. Everything that follows, let's just say is Custer's fault.

Song: "Woman" by Kesha and The Dap-King Horns

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of sex and abuse, swearing and heavy drug use.

A/n: I really loved planning this story and I've been genuinely tucking it away for a while. But I'm finally sitting down and doing it. Yay me! Also I have zero clue why some tags aren't tagging, it's a love hate relationship with me and tags lmao. I've emailed tumblr help a million times about it and they never have an answer.

I’ve always loved being a ‘Robin’.

I know people give him a lot of shit, being the sidekick and all but some could argue that Robin was one of the most important people in Batman’s life. Actually it’s pretty obvious that he’s one of the most integral parts of his violent, vigilante world. Robin’s are the intelligent ones, the ones who pick up the pieces, but Robin’s are also kind, a sounding board to their Batman. Batman wouldn’t be Batman without a Robin.

Just like Fezco wouldn’t be Fezco without me.

One could argue that his brother Ashtray is his Robin, that they have been together as long as Ash lived, the two of them practically two peas in a pod. What’s different there is that Ashtray, in the nicest way, is a spitting image of Fez, a copycat, if you will. Almost every trait that Fezco had, you could find in his younger brother and it made sense, Fez was all Ashtray knew. They were both loyal, like obedient dogs, strong-willed, level headed (sometimes, least of all on Ash’s part) and they were so, so, hesitant to trust.

I, on the other hand, differed from their type. I’m hotheaded, intelligent but I was an observer, less of a ‘doer’. I watched Ashtray and Fez, I watched them succeed and fuck up beyond belief, there when they needed to hear my heated words, reprimanding them as if they were children in need of a talking down. Sometimes they did, they were boys after all. They didn’t know everything, I knew that- they didn’t- but they learned eventually that even though they didn’t trust most, that they could trust me. That I would lead them straight and I would never lead them wrong.

Fezco was my Batman, and I, his Robin.

We went to school together, dropped out together, contemplated our future together, got high together, helped each other heal from our past. We’ve always been there for each other through thick and thin. He protected me and in return, I made sure Ashtray and him were taken care of in a way that no one had ever cared for them before.

We both lacked the proper parents growing up, mine completely MIA rendering me in the foster care for my whole childhood life and Fez’s parents, well…

There’s a lot to unpack there.

I never thought that I’d meet someone, or two people, with a more fucked family dynamic than I had. Between his strip club owning father, someone who regularly cheated on his wife, and his mother, who left Fez at a young age, Fez was in for a trip. Ash was lucky that he didn’t have to interact with Fez’s dad at all, though he did share the loss and abandonment that Fez went through with his mother.

I’m not exactly sure they were blessed with their grandmother and the way she was either.

She was a dynamo, for fucking sure. I had seen her in action, she was a crazy, spitfire of a woman. She had the world in a vice grip, her perfectly manicured nails tightly wrapped around the throats of egotistical men, and she had everyone around her on their knees. She was a wonderful woman but she was not a good caregiver. She was flighty and argumentative, violent, she cursed way too much for Fez and Ash’s young ears. I hated that her fate ended in the way it did, with Fez tied to her bed, taking care of her for the rest of his or her life.

I guess they’re lucky to have me, right?

“Yo, you good?” Fez’s deep voice snaps me out of my thoughts, my eyes glancing at him briefly before returning my attention to the quiet alley outside the car. The street lights flicker above us, the quiet crickets making my spine crawl as I reach over to instinctively lock the passenger door. “You didn’t have to come, ya know? Coulda just stayed with Ash.” He mutters, rubbing a hand over the top of his head before resting his forehead against the cool glass beside him. He looks ansty, his knees bobbing up and down anxiously as he watches the street out in front of us.

“I wouldn’t be a good sidekick if I did that, huh?” I laugh, reaching over to turn the music up a bit, watching as he rolls his eyes playfully, his hand reaching out to slap my thigh. He laughs, his chest rumbling as he relaxes a bit into the seat behind him.

I’m sure a lot of you are thinking, ‘well you’ve been friends for all this time and you’ve never hooked up?’ Yeah, I get it, man and woman, we stay over at each other’s houses, we grew up together, we went through puberty together. But no, we haven’t hooked up, we haven’t kissed, we haven’t done anything outside of the realm of being friends. Not to say that he hasn't thought about it, knowing him and his wild imagination. But we’ve done good on our not having ‘complicated feelings’ towards each other, not that it was hard for me. He’s been hopelessly in love with the wonderful Lexi Howard, and me? Well, men were never in the picture to begin with, if you know what I mean.

“You wanna tell me why we’re here?” I ask, kicking my feet up on the dash as Fez narrows his eyes at me. He doesn’t move to kick my feet off of his car, just huffs and rubs a tired hand over his face. “Because I could be on a date with any one of my options from Tinder.” I smirk, watching his eyes roll, his throat clearing in annoyance as he explains.

“A friend’a mine needed help with something- his girl. Needs her bunk with us.” He vaguely explains, his eyes flickering over to mine as my lips part in shock. Was he seriously about to harbor a, possible, fugitive and not run it by me or Ash. Did he even run this by Ash to begin with? “I know I didn’t tell you nothing and I know I’m wrong for that- trust me, Ash is gonna be fucking pissed-” well that explains that, “and I’ll fuckin’ explain why I had to do this, but later.” He waves me off, defensive right off the bat as my brows lift, shocked at his tense tone. “Just fucking behave and play nice.” He nods out the window, my head turning to see a young girl running towards us, tears running down her cheeks with a bag clutched tightly to her chest. She opens the door with a loud cry, my eyes wide as I look at Fez, waiting for some kind of explanation to her dramatic tears.

“Custer said that you pushed someone off a balcony-”

“Custer!?” I yell, slamming my hands on the middle console as I glare at Fez. He curses under his breath as I seethe, knowing that he would never hear the end of this after the mention of that ‘man’. I hate Custer with my whole being, everyone who knows me and knows Custer knows this. I hate that he exists, I hate the way he speaks, the way he acts. The last thing I would ever think of when I think of Custer is him having a girlfriend- a hot one at that. I turn back to look at her, watching as she reaches up to wipe her cheeks, letting out soft sniffles as her eyes flicker over my furious expression. She looks kind and soft, her blue eyes teary and red, I presume from drugs and heavy emotions. She doesn’t look like she’d push someone off a balcony, let alone hurt a fly, her frilly outfit and blushed cheeks almost making her look innocent- like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I’m Faye.” She politely waves, Fez sighing aggressively as he slams on the gas, Faye and I both letting out a groan as the car flies forward down the alley. I turn back to look at the girl, her eyes watching Fez timidly as she speaks up. “I wouldn’t have pushed him but he was just so mean to me.” She sniffles, her hands shaking in her lap as I pout, looking to Fez for support but he just stares forward, already tired of his situation he got himself into. “I’m Y/n.” I whisper to her, low enough to not bother Fez but loud enough to hear over the music that pounds through the car. She smiles softly, her plump lips forming the most beautiful smile. It was hard to think of someone as beautiful as her in a relationship with someone as vile as Custer, not understanding the appeal. Maybe it was out of convenience, maybe it was some drug thing or business thing that she really didn’t have a choice in. It seemed more likely than her opting to be with that snake.

“Fez, you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend.” Faye looks at my friend, a laugh leaving my lips as I reach over to pat his shoulder, relaxing back into my seat as I look out the window, watching the street lights pass by, creating a haze in the dusty glass.

“Not my girlfriend, Faye.” He mutters, my shoulders shrugging teasingly.

“He wishes.” I snort, Faye’s quiet laugh making me smile as Fez glares at me, begging me to clarify so he doesn’t have to. “I don’t swing his way, sweetheart.” I laugh, reaching over to pluck the joint from behind Fez’s here, stealing his lighter too, hearing a quiet ‘oh’ from the backseat. My eyes flicker back to Faye through the rearview mirror, watching as she leans towards the back of my seat, tapping me on the shoulder.

“I’ve had like a really stressful night- wanna share?” She asks, referring to the weed as I chuckle, taking a hit before handing it back to her, her shaky fingers slipping it between her lips. I watch in awe as she seamlessly takes a hit, her eyes fluttering shut as my tongue sweeps out to wet my lips. She’s got a boyfriend, Y/n. “Thanks.” She mutters before leaning back against the seat, looking out the window as the smoke seeps from her and into the air. I take a cleansing breath, calming my hormones and thoughts as I sit back against the seat, my eyes wide as I stare at Fezco.

How did he expect me to be in the same vicinity as her? She was beyond my type and totally not within reach. She’s gorgeous, soft spoken, she’s obviously funny if Fez likes her enough to share his home with her, without running it by Ash or I. I practically lived at their house as it was so how was this going to work? Was she going to sleep on the couch? Was she going to share the guest room with me? Did Fez just assume that, because we’re girls, we could share a space together without it being weird? Was it weird? Or was that just me and my obviously dirty mind wandering to what would happen if we were to share a bed?

By the time we reach the house, stepping into the living room, Ash is on us.

“What the fuck do you think you doin’?” Ash steps up to his older brother, sizing him up as he shoots hateful glances at Faye. My eyebrows pull together in confusion as I reach forward, placing a hand on the boy's chest to push him back, silently reminding him to check himself. He grunts, his shoulders pulled back, almost in a territorial way as he avoids my mother-like, reprimanding glances.

“Don’t be a dog, Ash. We have a guest-” I start but he cuts me off, his eyes angry as he looks from me to Fez who just looks down to the ground, shutting the door silently behind him.

“Yeah a guest who’s a fucking junkie hooker who doesn’t know her place.” Ash snaps, my finger immediately pointing in his face, knowing that better be the last disrespectful thing to leave his mouth. I did not raise this fucker to talk to a woman like that. He steps back a bit as he shakes his head, rolling his eyes before storming out of the room. I force a breath out as I turn to Fez with my hands on my hips, confused, tired and angry at how this night is going.

“Can someone explain to me why he’s talking like that about someone he doesn’t even know?” I ask, tilting my head at Fez as he rubs the back of his neck, a telltale sign that he's hiding something from me. My eyes flicker over to Faye as she sighs sadly, her lips pulling down into a frown.

“The deal that went wrong a few months ago- Faye was the other girl with Rue in the car.” Fez grumbles, my lips parting in shock, immediately wondering why he never told me this and why it was such a big deal to hide it until now. “Custer knows some shit on Ash and I- things you don’t know and neither does she. I’d like it to fuckin’ stay that way, alright?” He nods sternly at me, my shoulders deflating in subtle betrayal as he sighs, realizing my disappointment. Stepping up to me quietly, he places his hands on my shoulders, his eyes sincere and shining with regret. “I’ll tell you eventually, ‘lright? For now I gotta make sure we good and safe. So fuckin’ behave and keep your head down.” He whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead. “I gotta go talk some fuckin’ sense into that kid on how to talk to a woman- show her around, please.” He mutters before slipping past me, Faye and I both watching as he exits the room, his footsteps heard from down the hall.

Turning back to Faye, she looks overall deflated, her eyes sad as she stares down emptily at her bag. Now that she’s upright, I can tell that my inference earlier about her and drugs was correct, little bruises lining her inner arms as she itches and picks at the skin.

“I can cover those for you.” I smile, motioning towards her arms as she snaps her hands to her sides, embarrassed that I caught her and pointed it out. I just shake my head, calming her worries with a simple look as I reach down, picking up her bag to sling it over my shoulder. “Follow me.”

She doesn’t seem to pay much attention as I give her the ‘grand tour’, probably aching to get into bed and fall fast asleep. She looks like she could drop at any second, her eyelids heavy and cheeks stained with dry tears. By the time we reach the guest bedroom, what’s designated as my room, she looks relieved.

“This is my room but you can stay in here if you want. I’m a more hospitable host than the two dickheads.” I wink, watching as her face relaxes into a smile, a bright laugh bubbling from her lips.

“I wouldn’t want to, like, kick you out or anything…” She trails off but I just step into the room, tossing her bag onto the bed as she laughs bashfully, understanding that I’m not giving her a choice.

“I’ll sleep on the couch or I’ll just hunker down on the floor in here or something. If you don’t mind. Fez wakes up super fucking early and has no remourse for how loud he is with the coffee maker.” I laugh, sitting down on the edge of the bed as I watch her slowly step around the room, taking everything in. Now that she's standing, I really get a good sense of her; her long legs, the bruises on her upper arms and knees, the dark bags around her eyes under the light. She looks almost skeleton-like, her lips in a permanent, resting frown when she’s not speaking. “So…” I trail off, gaining her attention as she sends me a soft look over her shoulder, my breath catching in my throat at the pretty sight. “Custer, huh?” I laugh, watching as she rolls her eyes playfully, leaning up against the wall with a teasing smile.

“Shut up.” She whispers, her blue eyes glistening with mischief as her eyes flicker to look at the ground with a shake of her head. “Too sober to talk about that since Fez made it clear I wasn’t allowed to have any of my fucking drugs.” She huffs, my head nodding slowly as I think back to the raid that occured in this very home not even six months ago. He had a point to be careful but if she was like any of his other customers, he knew better than to just cut her off. That it could be dangerous. I’ll chew his ear off later.

“Gotcha…” I whisper, my hands clasped in my lap as I clear my throat, wanting to keep the conversation going, wanting to learn anything about her that she would offer. Enticing wasn’t the word I’d use to describe her, maybe hypnotizing. “I’m sorry that Fez was kinda rude. Same with Ash.” I laugh nervously, watching as she shakes her head with a laugh.

“Could be worse.” She shrugs, my eyebrows raising as I silently urge her on, a smirk on her lips as she contemplates her next words. “Could be in a relationship with Custer… oh wait.” She jokes in a quiet voice, almost timid at her own joke, a shocked laugh leaving my lips as her eyes crinkle beautifully, my head bobbing in a proud nod.

“Wow, good burn.” I giggle, watching her, mesmerized, as she moves fluidly to sit next to me on the bed, her shoulders still bobbing with laughter.

“I know, I’m that good.” She brushes off, rolling her eyes as we relax into comfortable silence. The smile doesn’t leave my lips as she sighs slowly, my head tilting to look at her as she meets my gaze. She smiles sheepishly as my lips part but no words come out. “I’m really tired-”

“Shit, yeah, you should go to sleep.” I rise from the bed awkwardly as I clap my hands in front of me, motioning towards the door. She giggles nervously as I brush a piece of my hair behind my ear- like an idiot- watching as her legs curl up underneath her on the bed. “I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.” Ignoring her agreement to me sleeping on the floor, my embarrassment consumes me, urging me to put a good amount of distance between us before I do something idiodic. She sends me another nod and a soft wave as I step out into the hallway, my hand shaking against the doorknob as I pull it closed.

The image of her smile burns into my brain as I close my eyes with a foolish grin, beating myself up as I watch Fez leave Ash’s bedroom from down the hall. He looks at me with a confused look, his eyes squinting at me as I point behind me and to the guest bedroom.

“I offered her my bed. Like an idiot.” Fez laughs out loud as he walks towards me, patting my shoulder silently in quiet understanding. I run a hand through my hair as I watch him enter his bedroom, not before sending me a knowing wink over his shoulder. Asshole. “Fuck…” Leaning against the wall, I take a deep breath, my eyes locked on the door that separates me from, apparently, the woman of my dreams. Holy shit, this is possibly the most stereotypical thing that’s ever happened to me.

Is there ever a Batman comic where Robin gets a love interest?

If not, then I think I’m living it. ================================================

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[animeomegas]

MY FELLOW ANON ARE VIOLATING MY EMOTIONS TODAY 😂 god I’m acc crying. Your writing is amazing. I’m gonna combat the sadness with a wholesome thing of them finding a pup in a bin (or something) a few months after the loss of the first pup (Neji is currently shut down entirely) is like “lol gimme”. Proceeds to take the pup home, put it in his nest scent the lil bean (gender is your choice) and just be like “yeah this mine now”. Any nay sayers are ignored bc it’s still his baby (maybe almost like his pup reincarnated 👀👀) regardless of how baby was obtained. Idk I just think my guy needs some positivity after life kicking the ever loving shit out of him

This is beautiful and you’re right, Neji deserves the world, but I’ll settle with a quiet life and some happiness for my boy!

Okay, so things haven’t been…good with Neji since you had to let your pup die to save him.

It has been two months and still he lays in his nest every day, sometimes crying, sometimes whining, but mostly just staring at nothing. He had incorporated a bunch of baby stuff (blankets, toys etc.) into his nest before he went to the hospital, in order to make his pup feel more at home in the nest when he was supposed to bring them back. You had tried to take them out to stop him having to be confronted with what happened in his safe space, but Neji almost attacked you for doing so, so you let him keep them.

But it’s very concerning when he spends hours at a time just stroking the pup's blankets and staring at nothing.

So, you decide to take Neji on a walk to get him out of the house. It would be his first time leaving the house since the funeral.

You go at night time, because Neji is still refusing any contact with anyone he knows and this way he’s less likely to be confronted when he isn’t ready for it. To make extra sure that you can be alone, you decide to walk around the edge of the woods around one of the quieter training grounds.

Neji doesn’t speak much, but he doesn’t whine or cry either, and the night air brings a little colour to his cheeks, and you’re so happy at the small improvements. It doesn’t matter how long it ends up taking him to feel better, you’ll be here with him the whole way.

…

“I was thinking about cooking something special next week,” you make idle conversation, not expecting Neji to reply. “It’s our anniversary after all, do you have any preference?”

Neji stops walking suddenly. His shoulders are tense.

“Neji?”

He hushes you harshly.

“I can hear…”

Without another word of warning, Neji makes his way a little further into the trees. You follow him, confused and worried.

“Byakugan!” he calls, scanning the area. He gasps as he scans over a nearby bush and immediately he drops to his knees beside it.

“Neji?” you ask, now more than a little concerned. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You watch as Neji pulls something out of the bush. He turns around with a bundle in his arms.

“It’s a pup,” Neji says, obviously shocked. You can’t blame him, you’re feeling more than a little shocked yourself. What on earth was a pup doing out here? “They’re freezing. Give me your jacket.”

Without hesitance, you quickly slip your jacket of and hand it to Neji who promptly bundles up the pup in it and brings them to his chest. The pup is making small whimpering noises that had been almost impossible to hear over the wind. Neji must have hear them, thank goodness.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Neji coos to the pup. “You’re safe now, I'll take you home and make it better, I promise.”

“We need to get them to the hospital asap," you say, shaking your head. "They must be freezing and they look underweight as well. We’re not mednin, Neji.”

“Our home is closer.”

“Neji…”

“We need to make sure they’re warm,” he argues. “We can bring them home and alert a medic to make a home visit.”

You look at the earnest look on his face and know that he won’t back down, and now isn’t a time for arguments anyway.

“Okay,” you swallow nervously. “We’ll bring them home.”

…

You bring the pup back to your home and before you can protest, Neji brings them into his nest with a mumbled ‘they’ll be warm in there’.

Neji bundles himself and the pup up in the corner of the nest, turning on a little heater beside him, and tucking the pup into his shirt to share body warmth.

“We’ll get you nice and warm, it’s okay, you’re safe, I won’t let anyone harm you,” he whispers while stroking their cheek with a finger. The pup wriggles around, already looking more energetic, and starts mouthing at Neji’s chest.

“Are you hungry?” Neji laughs softly before turning to you. “Go and heat up a bottle for the pup, all the supplies are in the… the nursery.”

You nod dumbly and do as you’re asked, astounded at how much life is in Neji’s eyes. It’s the most life you’ve seen from him in months. But you can’t help but worry. What if Neji gets attached and you can’t keep the pup? Of course, you want nothing more than to keep the baby, it almost seems too good to be true that she literally fell into both your lives at this trying time, but what if it is too good to be true? What if they’re sick? Or their parents are looking for them? Or… something else. Neji doesn’t deserve another heartbreak, and you don’t want to destroy the small amount of progress he’s made in the last month.

But for now, all you can do is heat up the bottle.

…

“Here, it’s a good temperature, I already checked,” you pass Neji the bottle. He checks it again anyway and you can’t help but smile at how overprotective and parental he's being. It's so bittersweet to see him like this.

“Here you go sweetheart, just for you,” Neji smiles, cradling the pup as they latch onto the bottle with fervour. “Shh, shh, shh, slow down, it’s not going anywhere.”

Neji feeds the pup and then burps them, and you pretend you can’t see him smiling when he notices that they are starting to smell like him. You need to know you can keep her before you let him get even more attached.

“I’m going to send a clone for a medic, now.”

The room became tense all at once.

“They’re fine, I’m looking after them,” Neji protests.

“I know, and you’re doing a good job, but we still need a medic, Neji.”

Neji holds the pup more tightly to his chest, tucking an extra blanket around them. He's using the special blanket you had got commissioned for your pup. You can feel your heart break at the sight. He's already attached. Now you just have to hope you can keep them. For his sake.

“I don’t want them to take the pup away like last time,” Neji admits softly. "I can look after them, I won't let anything happen like last time, I promise. They'll be safe, we don't need a medic."

“We need to know their primary and secondary gender, omega, and we need to make sure they aren’t sick after being left in the woods…”

Neji hesitates but nods his consent in the end after you explain that your pup could become ill if left untreated. You don’t tell him that you are also sending a clone to the Hokage. Naruto will be able to grant you and Neji the right to keep the pup, and you hope that as Neji’s friend, he’ll be able to see how much he needs this.

…

You have to move Neji and the pup downstairs to wait for the medic, because Neji would not appreciate someone unknown seeing his nest he made for his pup. He’s not expecting Naruto to show up as well so you go to the door to intercept and prep them both.

“Thank you so much for coming, Naruto, I can’t tell you how much this means to me and Neji,” you say, hugging him as he walks through the door.

“I’m going to do everything I can,” he promises. “If the medic finds signs of long-term neglect, I can take the parental rights away from the biological parents straight away, even if I don't know who they are, and transfer you the rights.”

Your face visibly brightens, but Naruto continues.

“But if the only injuries are from laying in the forest for a few hours, I’ll have to try and find the parents first, because the child may have been taken from them by force, when the pup was otherwise a healthy baby being looked after sufficiently. In that circumstance, I’ll have to take the child back with me and put them in foster care until a three-month window has passed. And if the parents are found…”

“I know,” you sigh. “Let’s just get this done as soon as possible.”

The three of you walk into the living to see Neji cradling the pup tightly against his chest.

“Hey Neji,” Naruto greets softly with a sad smile. “I haven’t seen you around for a while.”

Neji tenses upon seeing Naruto.

“Naruto? Why are you here?” Neji clearly misinterprets the situation, holding the pup even more tightly and turning accusatory eyes against you. “Why did you bring him here?”

“I’m here to determine whether the pup was abandoned or kidnapped to the best of my abilities, once we have that done, we can decide how things are going to happen, okay?”

“How do you decide that?” Neji asks with distrustful eyes.

“The medic will give them a check-up, completely routine, I promise,” Naruto speaks with a soft voice like he’s talking to a cornered animal. Well, you look at Neji for a moment who is coiled as tightly as spring, he’s not far off.

It takes about five minutes for you to convince Neji to let go of the pup and hand them to the mednin, and then the next fifteen minutes involve you holding him in your arms to stop him wrestling the pup back from the mednin.

And then, rather ominously, the mednin pulls Naruto aside to talk.

Neji is shaking in your arms.

“It’s okay, calm down, Neji,” you try to comfort him.

“I can’t-“ Neji chokes, hands fisting in your shirt. “He has our pup, you let them take our pup.”

You don’t bother to correct him on his use of ‘our’, knowing it would only upset him more.

“I know baby, but they need to see that they’re healthy, nothing’s wrong, just breathe.”

Neji doesn’t take your advice.

"Last time they took them-"

"This isn't like last time, omega. Come one, try and settle down a little, that's it."

...

Naruto eventually walks back in, holding the pup securely, the mednin nowhere to be seen.

“So,” Naruto says seriously. And then his face breaks out into a wide grin. “Am I right in thinking you want to adopt?”

You can almost feel your relief in the air. Thanking every power that be for this stroke of luck. Losing this pup could have easily meant losing your mate, and the gravity of the situation all comes crashing down at once. Neji looks as though he is feeling much the same.

“Give me them,” he orders, arms out.

“Her,” Naruto corrects. “The mednin said she’s a female alpha.”

Tears start welling up in Neji’s eyes as he takes her. Their bio pup was a female alpha, too.

“Thank you,” he whispers to no one, holding his new pup as tightly as he dared. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe and sound with me, I won’t let anything hurt you ever again.”

Naruto slips out of the house without a fuss, dropping the mednin’s recommendations for feeding the underweight pup on the coffee table.

...

You and Neji take your new pup upstairs and bundle her back into the nest. Neji lays down with her, stroking her cheek as he watches her sleep.

“You need to get some rest too, omega,” you suggest, running a hand down Neji’s back.

“Guard?” he asks in response.

“Yes," you smile at his protective instincts. "I’ll guard the nest while you sleep, I promise.”

“Okay, alpha…” Neji settles down, still with one hand resting on the pup. “But if I don’t wake up when she cries, wake me… I want to be the one to feed her.”

You laugh gently, “Of course, now get some sleep. I’ll guard you both.”

[chasingpj]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

pairing: percy jackson x child of zeus!reader and jason x older sibling!reader

requested: yes!

warning: two curse words, mentions of stealing, death of a parent, and i believe that is it!

category: headcanons, fluff

a/n: i may have gotten too carried away but... i had a lot of fun writing this haha. i hope you guys like it!

pre-relationship

you and percy invented the phrase power couple but coming together took a while

your relationship dynamic would be very similar to thalia and percy's at first

you're both natural-born leaders, so you guys butt heads very often

you're more calculated and organized when it comes to things and percy being impulsive really annoyed you

he's lucky that even though he is impulsive, things somehow always work out in the end

if it wasn't for annabeth urging you guys to get along, you probably would still be at each other's neck

how did she get you guys to get along, you may ask?

she locked you guys in a storage closet :)

and said figure it out ♡

this happened after a friendly sparring practice turned into a full-on fight with your powers

annabeth insisted she wouldn't let you guys out until you declared to be friends

at the time, you were like, percy will never be my friend, ew

percy was just as annoyed

after a good hour of bickering and resisting your urge to choke him out

you guys found that you had a lot in common, actually?

huh, who would have known?

apparently annabeth

you guys talked about your life outside of camp and bonded over the worst teachers you've ever had

turns out, percy wasn't that bad

you'd never admit that out loud though

after a while, you started to feel things

were percy's eyes always that pretty?

yes, they've always been

oh look, those freckles over his nose? adorable

did you just call Percy adorable? yeah, you did… gross

you tried to deny your attraction to him

you were pretty sure this was a cruel joke from aphrodite (it was… more for your dad's than for you guys, though)

then you started noticing changes in his behavior too

now you guys were sharing blankets at the campfire when it got chilly

he even shared the blue cookies his mother sent him too

that's when you should have known he was down bad

both of you have awful sleep schedules

you hated sleeping in cabin 1

it was clearly built not to be slept in, and every few days, you found yourself having late-night conversations with percy at the docks

once the harpies snuck up on you and percy told you to get in the water with him

you didn't know how to swim, and you were kinda horrified of open water

you wanted to refuse, but you were cornered on the docks

you either jumped or got eaten

the last thing you said was that you couldn't swim before percy didn't give you a choice

he grabbed your hand and jumped in

his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you in the air bubble he had made around you guys

at first, you didn't focus on it

too busy trying to defend yourself from his teasing

he continued to mimic the way you screamed when he dragged you into the water

"wow, you can fly, but you can't swim?"

you rolled your eyes, trying to defend yourself

you called him annoying, and he playfully threatened to let you drown

you guys joked and laughed, staying a little too long underwater

after your laughter ceased, you found yourself looking into his eyes

the both of you became quiet

suddenly his arm around your waist, the way your chests were pressed against each other made you horribly flustered

and you're not sure what you were thinking

actually, you weren't thinking at all, but you leaned in and kissed him

like really kissed him, it was a proper kiss

ahhhhhh!!!

probably would have kissed him longer if the water nymphs didn't giggle, exposing their little audience

once you pulled away, they scattered, ready to gossip about what they saw

the news made it to atlantis pretty fast

after the kiss, things were so awkward

you avoided him for days, and he avoided you

annabeth felt the tension, and she was upset because just when you guys were getting along, suddenly, you guys were avoiding each other

the battle of manhattan was approaching soon and the last thing anyone wanted was for you guys not to get along

you both avoided annabeth’s questions, not ready to confess what you guys had shared

eventually, annabeth kept pressing you about what happened

you blew up and admitted that you made out with percy in the water

annabeth was speechless before she burst into laughter

you didn't understand why it was so funny at first

but then you did

the both of you laughed until annabeth said that she wasn't surprised at all

the battle of manhattan comes around, and in the urgency of the moment, you guys were able to rise to the occasion

your movements, thoughts, commands were completely coordinated

you guys were an extension of each other, kicking ass

at the end, you were both offered immortality

the offer took you back to a conversation you guys had where you spoke about how you'd never want to be immortal

the both of you exchanged looks before you simultaneously denied the gift

zeus was offended x2

after that, you guys returned to camp half-blood

the both of you were upset at the campers you've lost and trying to recover from the adrenaline of battle

you and annabeth sang percy happy birthday and the three of you sat together and ate blue cake in a comfortable silence

weeks passed, and one day, you're met with annabeth barging into your cabin asking when you and percy are going to talk about your kiss

it was the last day of camp, and she was insistent on you talking to him

you reluctantly agreed, mainly because annabeth threatened to lock you in a storage closet again

you guys sat on the dunes in silence for a while

the both of you wanted to confess, but neither knew how to do it

after some silence, the both of you spoke at the same time

you stuttered over each other and then began bickering back and forth on who should go first until you blurted out that you like him

you cringed and looked away as percy froze in his spot

it was silent for a moment before percy whispered, "I like you too."

cue your second kiss

your teeth slightly bumping with his since the both of you were smiling so much

and you swore you heard thunder in the distance even though there were clear skies

relationship

you lived in a foster home on the other side of manhattan, so you guys saw each other every weekend

you guys went on movie dates, long drives, and you would sleep over pretty often

for the spooky season, you went to haunted houses and carved pumpkins

you watched horror movies together, teasing each other when one of you jumped and tried to cover your face during the scary parts

you went to his place for Thanksgiving and you arrived early so that the both of you could help sally cook all day

you and percy put blue food coloring on the mashed potatoes

for the first time ever, you felt like you were apart of a family since sally had welcomed you with open arms

everything was going great but then december came around

the last time you saw percy, you guys were christmas shopping for his mom

your last day of school ended a few days after his, so you planned to meet at CHB

but when you got there, you found out he never arrived

you called his home from the payphone in the big house

sally was relieved to hear from you, a part of her hoping he was with you

but you both found out that neither of you had heard from him in a few days

meeting jason

you and annabeth tried everything to find him

then you got a dream from hera that the answer to where percy is was with the guy with one shoe

you arrive and you find this blonde kid and not your boyfriend; you were kinda actually very annoyed

but this blonde kid felt familiar

you weren't sure what it was, and then you heard his name — Jason Grace

surely, it was a coincidence that he shared the name of your missing brother

you were too young to remember his disappearance

the only remembrance you had of him was a picture of the both of you as toddlers sitting happily beside thalia

you always wondered who was the little boy in the photo and it wasn't until a few years ago did thalia tell you about him disappearing

you were a bit wary of him at first, especially since he had no memory of where he came from

it wasn't until he conjured lightning with his sword, did you have no doubt in your mind that he was your brother

the first night you guys spent in the cabin together was awkward

you couldn't really catch up since he didn't remember anything, so you told him what thalia told you about him and your mother

you didn't reveal him everything, not wanting to overwhelm him and you had decided to call it a night before you went into detail

you explained the rest of the story after he came back from his quest

you tried to ask him questions hoping he’d remember more, but his memory wasn't coming back fast enough

both you and jason were growing frustrated, so one day you iris messaged thalia

the both of you came up with an idea to jog jason's memory by showing him things that he enjoyed as a toddler

jason was pretty sure it wouldn't work, but he went along with it

thalia recalled that the two of you really liked watching the flintstones as babies

so you and jason sat down and watched every season available on dvd

and well, it didn't work...

thalia also mentioned you both really liked sweets, so you tried to jog his memory with candy bars

you had to convince jason to sneak out of camp with you

he thought it was such a bad idea, but you reassured him he'd be fine

after reluctantly agreeing, jason and you escaped at night to buy actually steal candy bars from the closest gas station

jason panicked as he watches you shove candy bars in your sweatshirt

"we're gonna get caught"

"if you keep looking that scared, we just might," you replied a little too calmly

he tried to relax, but he just looked like he saw a ghost the entire time

on your way back, you may have electrocuted a harpy and fought a couple cyclops and all the fighting and running made you lose one of your snicker bars

you were upset, to say the least

unfortunately, after stuffing him with chocolate, that didn't work either

then you tried to show him the few pictures you were able to salvage before you were taken to the foster home after the death of your mother

jason sat in front of you on the floor as you pulled the box from under your bed

you smiled, finding an old picture of your mother, and you put it up to his face, taking in the similarities between the two

"yep, you look just like her," you confirmed as you smiled sadly

even though jason didn't know her, he felt a sense of pride when you had told him so

every time a memory would come back, you were the first person he told

when his memories with lupa came back, you were shook

and then you teased him, saying that he's basically a dog

once you threw a twig and told him to go fetch

he didn't find it as funny as you and leo did, but oh well

you also asked if he howled at full moons, and you were met with the straightest face you've ever seen on jason

it was the funniest thing ever to you

every week you guys kicked ass in capture the flag

you guys were more alike than you thought

it was guaranteed that whichever team you were on would win

in the months when the argo II was being built, you had a lot of times to bond with jason

your dynamic was really fun as you were a bit more rebellious and silly while he was a lot more responsible and mature

after the argo II departed

you reuniting with percy was something you thought about for months

you were so excited when the argo II was officially ready to fly over to camp jupiter

your pulse was thumping in your ears when you saw percy in the crowd

after months of worrying about where he was and if he was still alive, it was almost surreal to see him right in front of you

you lunged into him so hard, he stumbled back as you kissed him

just like your second kiss, the both of you were smiling so hard your teeth kept bumping against his

"i love your new look," you commented on his toga, and he snorted,

"yeah?"

"oh yeah, it's kinda hot."

the both of you laughed, content to be in each other's arms again

after getting on the argo II, you were the reason jason and percy formed some sort of a friendship

you were the mutual ground for the both of them since they had a soft spot for you

the tension between the two was something you couldn't disregard and you hated how weird it was at the beginning

if they butted heads, you tried to mend the problem

you understood both of them well enough to understand where they came from

at some point, you and annabeth thought it would be funny to lock them in a storage closet

so you did

they kept complaining to be let out but eventually, they gave in

little did they know that you were standing near the door and listening to their conversation

jason told him how you helped him a lot and all the ridiculous things you made him do

and percy shared stories of you from quests and at camp

the both of them laughed and bonded over having someone as amazing as you in their lives

"y/n is pretty great," percy smiles

"yeah, they are," jason agreed

needless to say, your heart warmed at the praise from your two favorite boys

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Do you mind doing a yandere Jason Todd with a reader who is kinda insecure about herself and thinks she isn't good enough for a relationship and that no one could ever love her? Btw, I love your work and thanks for sending me that request again, a real honor :)

Thank you for sending this request, and thank you so much for all your support. I love your work as well and thank you for doing my request, it was amazing!

Warnings: Mentions of Verbal Abuse, Angst

It is dark because I am giving background for the “no one could ever love her”.

I was somewhat stuck on what to write so hopefully you guys like it.

Flashback

“You can’t do anything right! Look at this!” Y/N’s foster dad yelled as he pointed to a single dirt spot on the floor he had made when coming into the house.

“But-“ she tried to cut in and defend herself but she got a glare that would shut anyone up.

“No buts! How are you to expect and man to love you if you keep having screw ups like this? Huh?! Answer me.”

“I clean it right away.” She said while struggling to hold her tears back.

“You better.” He growled out before leaving her in the living room with a bucket and mop.

Flashback Over

“Y/N!” She heard from behind her and she sighed quietly to herself when she recognized the voice of the boy who had been asking her out for months.

She was debating on running away, or staying where she was and would have to reject him again which resulted in jealous girls bullying her.

She chose the first option. Y/N ran down the sidewalk and quickly ran towards the direction to her home, she began to make it to an alley when she was lightly grabbed from behind and brought into the alley.

Y/N gasped in surprised and struggled against the wall she was being held to.

“Y/N! It’s okay It’s just me” Jason says as he held her against the wall but loosened his grip as she stopped struggling.

“Jason, why would you do that?” She spoke angrily as her heart was racing, it was Gotham who knows what could happen.

“I’m sorry, but you started running and then I tried catching up to you and then I panicked and yeah…” he explained looking somewhat guilty but it quickly disappeared.

“I wouldn’t have had to push her into the alley if she hadn’t ran.” He said inside his head, attempting to justify scaring her, but he looked down at the girl who was slightly glaring up at him with an adorable pout and was completely distracted.

“Y/N”

“No.”

“Will you.”

“I’m sorry no.” She spoke as she felt slightly bad for saying no so harshly but why would he keep asking out her? There were so many other, better girls.

“Go out on a…” Jason continued he knew she’d eventually say yes, but until she did he would continue asking her and attempt to make her fall for his charm. Of course he knew it wasn’t necessarily required for her to be completely in love with him before he decided to take the next step like the other Bats. Grayson had his “soulmate” as the bats called them, his fell in love with him as well so they were able to be a normal couple, other than Graysons possessive tendencies. Drake took his before they could fall in love, which resulted in many problems. Damian was still looking.

Y/N didn’t say no after him continuing on with his request so he quickly finished it and lightly grabbed her hand and held it to his lips.

“Date with me.” He spoke then kissed her hand while looking deeply into her eyes. Y/N just about melted on the spot as he lowered her hand but still held it in his.

All she could here was the shouts of her foster father who had told her day after day that no man would after date her, let alone love her. She just couldn’t understand why someone like Jason, the man everyone wanted and the son of a billionaire would want her. The girl who couldn’t do anything right.

She saw his eyes that looked like they were begging her to say yes and she was so close to saying yes before she said what was truly on her mind.

“Why would you want to date me of all people? You deserve someone you can help you and be there for you, and I- I can’t do anything right.” She repeated the words she heard so often as they were absorbed into her brain, playing like a broken record.

Jason looked at her in shock. Why wouldn’t he want to date her? He had been searching for his soulmate ever since he was 14. The day he first saw her, he knew she was perfect for him. He saw the tears that built into her eyes and he grew angry, why didn’t she believe him? Is that why she always rejected him, not because she didn’t like him in some way, but because she didn’t believe she was good enough for him? He wanted to reassure her that she was amazing, perfect even; but before he could she was running away leaving a stunned Jason behind. While he was thinking to himself, she saw his anger building and that was what lead her to running.

He turned to go after her but then he thought of a plan.

Jason went back to the manor and logged into the Bat computer and clicked on the secret file he had been making for y/n ever since he met her. It was filled with documents and pictures, even her birth certificate and her address. He was waiting until they would actually start dating to go see her house but he figured no time was better than the present and he was getting rather impatient.

He put on this red hood uniform and went to her house. Luckily her backyard had plenty of trees to hide in. Jason looked around the top floor of the house first but when he didn’t see his soulmate he checked the bottom, and luckily he did because there was yelling coming from the kitchen.

He crouched down in front of the window that was by the kitchen sink and looked into the room to see Y/N and her foster dad.

“What is this? I said I wanted filet! Not some lousy steak! Have you learned nothing?! If you can’t even do this simple task for me after I’ve spent a long day at work just to take care of you, you ungrateful child! No wonder your other parents left, I wouldn’t want you either if you didn’t get me money from the state!How are you ever going to find some unlucky man to love you?” Her father yelled and she stood in front of him slightly shaking in fear. Jason’s fists clenched and ached to grab his gun and kill the man right then and there. But, he couldn’t do that to Y/N, he wouldn’t do anything that risked hurting her.

Her foster dad finally stopped yelling at her and he sat down and ate the food she prepared. She wasn’t allowed to eat whatever food he bought for her to make. Y/N walked back up to her room with a small bowl of cereal, which was one of the only things she could eat at the house because she bought it herself.

Jason went back home and thought over what happened. No wonder she always ran away or didn’t believe him when he asked her out, not with those words drilled into her head. He knew that he needed to act fast, Jason wanted to make her feel loved.

The Next Day

Y/N walked down the halls at school like usual until she was unexpectedly pulled into a empty classroom.

She turned around to see Jason standing there with a large bouquet of her favorite flowers.

“Y/N, Will you please go out on a date with me?”

She looked into his eyes and once again saw them silently begging her to accept, and she truly did what to… but she was scared.

“Why?” Y/N couldn’t help but ask once again. To her, she wasn’t anything special, she wasn’t worthy of being in a relationship. How could she possibly say yes when she had so many doubts filling her mind.

Jason’s eyes softened and he told her everything he loved about her, from the ways her eyes shined brightly when she was happy, or the way she would lightly twist her hair when she was nervous; which she was doing as he said that making her eyes widen adorably, he told her how he loved how she tried to help everyone around her. Jason could see her shoulders rising up as if the weight of the words her father had told her were slowing disappearing, and he kept going until she was smiling shyly with slight happy tears in her eyes.

Y/N didn’t believe what she was hearing. Jason, Jason Todd, Son of Multi-Billionaire Bruce Wayne, like her. But she looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity behind them and Jason finally got the answer he wanted.

“Yes. I will go on a date with you.” Jason lightly put the flowers down on the desk then rushed to Y/N and picked her up in a hug and spun them both making her squeal slightly before laughing. Jason could hardly believe it. She finally said yes and he was happy beyond compare.

“I guess I won’t have to go with Todd’s plan.” Jason thought to himself with a smirk as he set her down on the floor and handed her the flowers and she held them to her tightly, appreciating the gesture.

“Better off this way anyway.” Jason smiled at her and she reciprocated it with one just as happy. She didn’t know she was never going to be alone again

That’s how Jason finally won over his soulmate and he was never letting her go.

[earnestly-endlessly]

Hi! I'm wondering if you can make a list of fics where Erik's jewish heritage isn't ignored? I just came across the fact that a lot of authors don't explore this part of him for some reason and i found it kinda upsetting so i'm wondering if you have any recs! I liked "As They Kiss, Consume" and "Who Shall be King Hereafter" by sherwoodfox, in case anyone who's reading this ask is interested in the same topic.

Hi Anon. I'm sorry for taking so long with this list but your request sent me on a wide search for fics that fit with your request. I tried to find a variety of fics where Erik's Jewish heritage is addressed. Some of them aren't necessarily cherik, but most of them are. I hope you enjoy this list.

Mistletoe, Latkes, and Long-Term Revenge Strategies – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles knows that Erik hates working at a department store in the best of times. Being Jewish in a department store during the holiday season is far from the best of times. He does what he can to help.

A Nice Boy (the Family Matters Edition) – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

A Road Trip to Pennsylvania – Aainiouu

Summary: For a year Charles has nurtured the biggest and most embarrassing crush known to man towards Erik. They are friends and roommates and when Erik asks Charles to accompany him to home on Thanksgiving of course Charles goes.

In the Bleak Midwinter – keire_ke

Summary: It is not easy to find out, well into the second decade of the twenty-first century, that your mother arranged a marriage for you. It is even less easy to convince her that you have no interest in the very fertile Magda, she of the wide hips and lustrous auburn hair. Fortunately, with a good friend at his side over the holiday weekend, Erik is sure he will prevail.

Speech Making – phalangine

Summary: Modern Emma AU- Charles Xavier, accomplished matchmaker and headmaster of North America’s preeminent school for mutants, intends to add another notch to his belt: setting up his friend Moira. His oldest friend, Erik, has doubts about this plan.

Charles doesn’t share them.

This is life (and everything’s all right) – pocky_slash

Summary: Edie Lehnsherr came into Charles' life long before he ever heard Erik Lehnsherr's name, and her death left a gaping hole in the lives of everyone in Charles' family. As the first Purim without her approaches, he begins to get creative in his efforts to bring everyone out of their grief. Kitchen creativity, however, is not quite his strength....

Bashert – AvengingAngel

Summary: Erik and Charles meet and fall in love. I wanted to write a story where Erik had a huge family. Pretty fluffy (for me anyways). I suck at summaries.

Note: The summary doesn’t reveal much but if you’re looking for a fic where Erik is jewish and has a large family with a heavy dose of cherik fluff and angst then this one is for you.

Math Reasons – pearl_o,  pocky_slash

Summary: "Mom says Erik always knows what he wants, it just sometimes takes him a little while to actually realize it," Ruth said.

Charles fell in love with Erik the first night they met, the first week of freshman year. Two years of friendship, adventures, arguments, hijinks, secrets, and summer visits later, Erik is starting to catch up.

Ser

It’s kind of our whole things – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: After two years of best friendship, Charles and Erik thought they knew everything there was to know about each other. They're surprised, then, when their first summer as a couple reveals that they have a lot to learn about each other and themselves.

Sequel to Math Reasons

A Winter in New York – nextraordinaire

Summary: Charles and Erik have been childhood friends for as long as they can remember – Erik, living with his mother in Queens, and Charles in the big mansion in Westchester. For all, expect themselves, it was just natural progression that they'd end up together.

A series of ficlets from the same universe – can be read as separate and are out of chronological order.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside – heyjupiter

Summary: "It's just, this is my first Chanukah away from my parents. And it's--it's like 90 degrees out."

Erik Lehnsherr and Kitty Pryde celebrate a Genoshan Chanukah. It's a little different from the way it used to be in New York, but some unexpected visitors help them embrace the spirit of the holiday season.

Hold Back the Rain (front!strict mashup) – euphorbic

Summary: Charles Xavier: society darling, powerful political activist, well-known professor, and Dominant.

Erik Lehnsherr: anti-social, international motorcycle racer, and defiant submissive.

Erik is at Sepang in Malaysia for the fourteenth leg of the International World Championship. After doing poorly in qualifying, he's furious to find he has to take another VIP around the track instead of meeting Charles at the KL airport.

The Swan – waitfornight

Summary: In 1939 Erik and his sister Ruth are sent to Devonshire, England, during the Kindertransport refugee program to live with Kurt and Sharon Marko as foster children just before the start of World War II. Angry and wishing he could return home on the night of his seventeenth birthday, Erik meets a boy alone in the forest who is cursed to transform each day into a swan, only taking his true form by night.

Swan Lake AU.

The boy with the heart on his sleeve – euphorbic

Summary: Charles loses a high-stakes bet to Raven and is required to get a tattoo. However, when he makes a disparaging remark about the art form, Raven's acerbic mentor, Erik, steps in.

Or, the one where Erik and Raven are tattoo artists.

The Wurst Case Scenario – sareyen

Summary:If anyone asked why Charles, come rain, wind or shine, made the significant trek during his dismal lunch hour to dine at "Edie's Kosher Delicatessen", he would stubbornly say that it was because their pastrami on rye and potato knishes were absolutely to die for. He wasn't completely lying, because the deli's namesake, Edie Lehnsherr, made the best matzah ball soup Charles has ever had in his life. Still, Charles would rather shave his full head of hair off than admit that the real reason he would willingly walk through hail and fire to get to the corner deli was because of Erik, the insanely attractive man working the counter.

Sure, Erik has barely spoken two words to Charles other than "Hello, what can I get you?" or, after the third day in a row that Charles came to the deli, "Welcome back, what can I get you?", but Charles was more than happy to just ogle at the man from afar while devouring the juicy wurst Erik had put together with his (large and very capable) hands.

But, little does Charles know, Erik doesn't usually work the front counter. He only does it when he knows the cute blue-eyed man will be dining in.

This is life (and everything’s all right) – pocky_slash

Summary: Edie Lehnsherr came into Charles' life long before he ever heard Erik Lehnsherr's name, and her death left a gaping hole in the lives of everyone in Charles' family. As the first Purim without her approaches, he begins to get creative in his efforts to bring everyone out of their grief. Kitchen creativity, however, is not quite his strength....

c'est regarder ensemble dans la même direction – melonbutterfly

Summary: Since that day on the beach, Charles and Erik have learned to agree to disagree for the sake of living and working together. Then, for Christmas, and Charles gives Erik Hanukkah back a second time, and their relationship shifts a little further.

Terrible Hanukkah Sweaters and Other Life Challenges – professor

Summary: “Why am I here again?” Erik groans.

“I need you to lift things and glower at people over my shoulder when I tell people that it’s not ‘politically correct’ or a ‘war on Christmas’ to have a non-denominational winter holiday festival,” says Theresa Pryde.

Well, at least those are two things he’s good at.

Shrapnel – librata

Summary: It's late 1940, and tensions between the Axis and the Allies are tightening. Displaced and alone, 16-year-old German Jew Erik Lehnsherr finds himself employed as a servant by some snobby, terrible family in England whose house is far too big and whose money never seems to end. The worst part is, he isn't just mucking stables or cleaning plates–-he's tasked with tending to the whiny, disabled son named Charles, who might just drive Erik into absolute madness.

Or, the World War II fic in which Erik and Charles experience a changing world and a lot of teen angst.

Defying Expectations – Baamon5evr

Summary: Charles and Erik meet each other’s family. Neither of them gets what they expect.

table for three – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik should have known to call ahead to the Chinese restaurant--it's Christmas Eve and he lives in a predominantly Jewish neighborhood, after all. But before he can go home to mourn the loss of another one of his mother's yearly traditions, he's accosted by a teenage girl with a strange proposition--that he should stay and have dinner with her and her mother, instead.

different from all other nights – metonymy

Summary: "This year we are slaves; next year we will be free." Kitty and Erik host a seder for Passover at the Xavier School.

Libertad – ariadnes_string

Summary: Erik knew the look, had seen it his whole life, even before the war.  ”You, with your height and blue eyes and straight nose, you can pass. You can be free of us. You are not marked with your difference.” If you only knew, he’d thought then. He thought the same thing now. And it was that thought, as much as anything, that made him move towards the gate.

Wash Away – sebastian2017

Summary: One quiet, lonely morning, before Yom Kippur, Erik makes his way to the sea in search of forgiveness.

After? There is No ‘After’ – Unrepentant_Marvelist

Summary: Erik knows what he is for. He has known his responsibilities as a survivor since the moment he woke under a scratchy, lice-infested blanket in the Red Army hospital. His world is painted in lucid blacks and whites (so often splashed in red) and there is no room for uncertainty or indecision... until a certain sunburned Englishman throws himself into his world.

The Children of an Idle Brain – Margo_Kim

Summary: Sometimes, when he’s lucky, Schmidt can’t hurt him. It’s like there’s a room inside of Erik’s head that’s he’s usually locked out of, that won’t open no matter if he beats himself bloody against it. On those days, he endures. But sometimes—and Erik doesn’t know why, whether it’s that the stars align or some higher power takes pity or Erik screams loud enough to earn his reward—the door opens. Erik can duck inside and slam it behind him and watches himself through the windows as Schmidt slowly, methodically tortures him to strength.

These days, this past week, there’s a boy in the room with him and he tells Erik, “That’s horrible,” like that means something.

Somehow, across the world, Erik's and Charles' minds touch when they need each other most. They can't be sure that the other boy is real. They suspect that he is not. But that doesn't mean they aren't each other's lifeline until they lose each other and then for a while longer.

Tehillim – kvikindi

Summary: Erik, in Israel, afterwards: another life he could have had. If.

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) – childishinquiry

Summary: Erik has worn long sleeves his whole life, even before they had to wear yellow stars. Marching along his arm, in neat, black, English letters, are the words "My name's Charles Xavier."

Precious Few Years – sherwoodfox

Summary: Erik and Charles (known only to each other by the letters inscribed on their wrists) are meant to be together, soulmates, destined for the most powerful kind of love and connection a human being can experience.

But they are separated in almost every possible way- by distance, by circumstance, by language, by war. Their chances of success- of finding one another in the labyrinth of the world- are very slim. There is a reason why most people never find their soulmates.

But of course, Charles and Erik aren't ordinary children-

They have their gifts.

[enchantingzinehairdoweasel]

Monoma Neito and Shinso Hitoshi Friendship/Relationship Headcanons ✨

There’ll be platonic and some romantic headcanons at the bottom(because I honestly ship Monoshin almost if not just as much as I do Shinkami).

The both of them are extremely touched and affection starved so once they become friends, cuddling and holding each other close becomes like second nature.

Neito actually cried the first time Hitoshi held him close because of how little he was hugged/held due to quirk discrimination.

Let’s be real he would definitely be touch starved

I’ll go more into depth that headcanon in the romantic headcanons because I love it so much it hurts—

Neito is Hitoshi’s first friend at UA (not counting Kaminari or Midoriya, as he didn’t admit he was friends with them until the start of second year), and Hitoshi is Neito’s first real friend (having annoyed most of Class b and gaining a reputation for being “annoying” and a “scumbag” which genuinely hurts his feelings in private).

In private it isn’t uncommon for them to share head kisses (this can be seen as either romantic or platonic, it’s up to you :D)

Neito is one of the few people who can tolerate Shinso being bitchy or snarky for no reason, in fact he openly encourages it.

Although he once told Hitoshi that if he ever went too far in his taunting, he was to call him on it (which has happened a few times, once they hit third year it completely stopped, at least to their faces).

They talk mad shit with each other, or as Neito likes to say “we simply gossip over tea! 💅✨”

Both Neito and Hitoshi were orphans, Monoma being adopted a few years after his quirk manifested (he doesn’t remember much of his birth parents as they gave him up for technically unknown reasons) while Shinso’s parents passed away and he was tossed around foster care systems until he was adopted as a teenager. They both bonded over this upon discovering it by accident

Shinso teases Monoma sometimes by saying he��s related to Twice or Toga, but it’s gotten to the point where Neito is genuinely wondering if that’s true.

People often mistake them for a couple due to how much they unconsciously hold hands, instead of letting go and denying it they just give a deadpan look to the person and tighten their grip as if daring them to say anything more.

Shinso once decked Bakugo in the face for calling Neito a “fucking mental idiot”, this was after they talked about their back stories and Hitoshi was no longer taking anyone’s shit when it came to his new friend.

They’re both defensive of each other but in different ways, Hitoshi’s more quiet and reserved about it most of the time while Monoma is openly protective of him.

They both unintentionally befriended Hatsume on a whim (after Shinso has to repair his ‘Persona Cords’), so she’s now the second person that willingly hangs out with Monoma.

When Hitoshi learned Monoma’s hero name he openly cackled, although it suited his best friend perfectly so he didn’t have any other suggestions.

If neither of them are with their friend groups, you’d probably find them drinking either coffee or tea together in Aizawa and Yamada’s apartment at UA, usually Hatsume will be with them (she’s probably chugging either monster or a redbull with them).

Contrary to popular belief, Neito can be extremely calm and rational given the situation, and he’s even capable of displaying very clear intelligence. It’s very rarely noticed due three main things: his insecurities about himself and his quirk, his major superiority complex caused by his extremely low self esteem, and his abandonment issues that was caused by his belief that his parents gave him up purely because of his “villain quirk”.

Shinso is very well aware of this fact and it pisses him off whenever people call his blond dumbass of a friend an “idiot” or “crazy”

Monoma is very prone to mimicking/copying other people’s behavior, which was what lead to him putting on a confident and loud persona, which he thought he’d be liked for (Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, and even Iida was pretty loud, and everyone liked them… why not him??)

Neito totally had a massive crush on Kendo at one point and Hitoshi noticed it, but Monoma didn’t realize it until his friend called him out on it during one of their hang outs in his room.

When Neito realized it he became extremely embarrassed because he realized that a reason he didn’t mind getting hit by her was because it soothed his touch starved-ness for some reason??

He also came to realize that all he wanted was to be noticed, and if being loud and annoying was the only way to achieve that, he would gladly do it with a fake smile.

Hitoshi was probably the first person who genuinely wanted to get to know who he really was and that scared him: he didn’t even know what type of person he was, thinking that he had just been copying the personalities and interests of people he saw/knew.

But eventually he breaks from this and loves exploring Hitoshi’s interest and seeing if he actually enjoys them as well, doing his absolute best to not say/mimic what Shinso says/likes for the sake of being validated.

Now for some purely romantic headcanons because I love them!

The first time they held hands Neito initiated it but almost backed out before Hitoshi fully took his hand into his own, firmly yet gently squeezing it.

Monoma totally didn’t tear up because of that.

They got together awhile after Neito confessed to Kendo how he felt about her, having had a huge crush on her since they first met that starting to develop into genuine feelings, she gently let him down and that completely broke his spirit

Not that he showed it until he calmly went to Shinso’s dorm room and sobbed into his shoulder for the next few hours. He blamed himself for being unlikeable and did Shinso have a field day proving him wrong by listing everything he loved/admired about Monoma (which made him cry even harder but it was more happy tears than sad ones)

They’re each other’s first everything, first kiss, first date, first time, first everything.

The first time they kissed Monoma kind of just stared at him before randomly saying out of nervousness “I really like your teeth!” He proceeded to get a lot of soft smooches for that.

He really does like Shinso’s teeth and even says it’s favorite thing about him other than his hands.

Shinso’s favorite thing about Neito is either his silky blonde hair or his pretty blue eyes, since they’re very much similar to his own.

Their more “intimate” life is kept very much private, as they both prefer it that way

Their first date was at a newly opened cat cafe, which was a surprise from Neito that almost made Shinso cry from how overwhelmed he was about Monoma liking him that much.

Their favorite ways to cuddle together include: Shinso being the big spoon while Monoma is the little spoon, Shinso being able to rest his chin on Monoma’s head in any cuddling position, them just tightly holding each other and not letting go to the point where bathroom breaks don’t exist when they’re in the same bed.

Neito adores being hugged from being, it just makes him feel so warm and loved. Even though he’s not used to it, once again having been touch starved his entire life.

He also loves head pats and Hitoshi is very much happy to oblige.

He’s constantly preparing himself for heartbreak, if Shinso even tilts his head weirdly at him he immediately assumes that the break up talk is about to happen, so he’ll start unconsciously crying.

“H-hey… kitty, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re crying.”

“Oh, am I? Sorry I didn’t realize it, just ignore it until I stop please.”

“… come here…”

“… okay…”

Cue cuddles and comforting smooches.

With time he does get better

Monoma is the extremely jealous type and is open about it, always attempting to drag his boyfriend away when he felt that the other person he was talking to was getting a lil too handsy or close to him.

Shinso is more protective than possessive if he’s being completely honest, the amount of times he’s had to cover Monoma’s mouth before he starts a full on war with the shit he’s about to say.

Shinso requires more words of love than he does physical, so Monoma always makes sure to sprinkle in some subtle compliments whenever he can as well as say “I love you” as much as possible to the point where it’s obnoxious to their friends (but he don’t care lmao).

They both just need a lot of comfort, both physically and mentally, which they very happily provide for each other.

[css1992]

Guilty Pleasure

[Porn AU]

Summary: Peter and Beck used to be a power couple in the porn industry, but after Beck dumps him, Peter is forced to start over. With no money, no family and nowhere to go, he doesn’t have much choice other than to keep doing porn, so he joins Just4Fans to get back on his feet and then one day he gets a very generous tip from someone under the username of YKWIM.

Warnings: 18+, explicit, references to past non-con/rape (not between main pairing, not explicit), daddy kink, Peter in lingerie, references to gaslighting and abusive relationship (not between main pairing, not explicit). The warnings are for the story as whole, not for this chapter specifically. I’ll add more in the future, if needed.

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Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV / Part V / Part VI / Part VII / Part VIII / Part IX / Part X /  Part XI / Epilogue

-x-

“He can’t do this!” Ned slammed his hands down on the counter between them, as Peter took a swig of the cheap wine he bought with the last ten bucks he had in his wallet. “He isn’t even in all of the videos, at least half of the money is rightfully yours!” He kept going, stating the obvious, but Peter just sighed and shrugged.

“I’m not disagreeing with you, Ned, I’m just relaying what he told me: he’s not gonna give me anything. It’s his channel, his equipment, the money from the subscriptions goes straight to his bank account, so it’s his. It’s all his. His words, by the way.” He took another swig of wine straight from the bottle. He had been drinking from a small glass Ned offered him – he wasn’t a pirate – but it soon proved to be too small to quench his pain, so. Yeah. Pirate style it was.

“You have to sue his ass, Peter, he can’t get away with this,” MJ intervened. She was sitting next to him on a stool by the kitchen counter, so he turned to look at her with a deep frown on his face.

“Did you not hear me saying I just spent my last ten dollars on this bottle of wine? I have, like, twenty four cents left in my pocket. And that’s it. I can’t hire a lawyer, I can’t even feed myself right now!” He raised his voice a little, but quickly got himself back under control and apologized. His friends were not to blame for his predicament – they did try to warn him Beck was bad news, he didn’t want to listen. “And you know what? I don’t give a fuck. He can choke on all of it if he wants, the videos, the money, the subscribers, I don’t fucking care.” It wasn’t true, of course. Well, partially. He really didn’t care about the money, videos, subscribers, etc, but he cared about Beck. He would have given everything else up if it meant he could keep him.

Which was stupid of him, of course. But he certainly wasn’t winning any awards for being a great decision maker.

“It’s still not fair. I mean, I knew that guy was sleazy, but you’d think he’d have the decency to at least give you something, you know? You’ve been together for three years, he’s been making money off your ass for almost as long. How could he just fucking kick you out and not give you a single dime? After all the money you’ve made for him? It’s fucking sick, that guy is fucking psychopath if you ask me.” MJ’s face was turning red from anger, which made Peter smile a little. It felt good to know he was loved by someone, even if he hadn’t been the best friend to them for the past few years.

The thought made him close his eyes for a second, guilt creeping over him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d called either of them – maybe on Ned’s birthday, almost two months earlier. They used to be inseparable, the three of them; the three musketeers, as corny and lame as it sounded. For years, those two were the only family he knew, but when Beck came into his life, everything changed.

Stupid fucking Beck.

Peter used to think of him as his own personal super-hero – it did feel like he had come to save him, after all. They met when he was seventeen, he had been living in foster homes for almost seven years by then, after Ben and May passed away. At the time, he was with his fifth family, and there were so many children in that house, so many of them came and went, that their foster parents didn’t really keep tabs most of the time. It was easy to sneak out, and Peter did, often.

He met Beck on one of his night walks – and their first meeting should have raised all kinds of red flags, but for whatever reason, it didn’t. Beck slowed the car next to him, rolled down the window and asked how much Peter charged for a blowjob. Just like that. The teen gasped at first, but when he looked around for a moment, he realized he wasn’t in the most family friendly neighborhood. There were, in fact, some men and women around him who definitely looked like they were there for that, but Peter was in sweats, for crying out loud, and he definitely looked his age – or even younger than that.

His wide eyes must have given him away, because the older man quickly apologized and showed him a charming, white smile. He made up some excuse about mistaking him for someone else and the boy said it was ok. He was going to keep walking when Beck asked what his name was. Then how old he was. Then where he was going, where he ha come from.

Looking back, Peter knew he should have run. He should have left, because there was no excuse for an adult man like him to keep asking a teenager so many questions right after he basically offered him money to suck his dick. But that Peter, that 17-year-old boy, was still a bit too naive. To have such a handsome man showing interest in him – his kind, blue eyes smiling at him, warm and safe – was inebriating. He actually looked at him. And cared. At least Peter thought he did at the time. And he was so lonely back then, even that little bit of attention meant the world to him.

He should have run, but he stayed. Should have run, but got in his car. Should have run, but ended up giving him a clumsy hand job in the backseat, after just a few sweet promises whispered in his eager ears. Beck was so good with words, he could have convinced Peter to jump off a bridge that very same night if he wanted.  

They exchanged phone numbers. For weeks, they texted and called each other, until they could  meet again. By then, he was smitten. At twenty, he could see how innocent he had been, how trusting and open he was with a complete stranger. A 32 year-old stranger, at that. Ned and MJ, his only friends from school, warned him that it wasn’t okay. That it was weird for a man his age to be interested in a teenage boy, but Peter said they were wrong. He said he wasn’t just a regular kid, he had been through stuff they could only imagine. He was mature and experienced, and Beck could see that, which was why he liked him.

Looking back now, it was embarrassing how wrong he was. Beck was an illusionist. Sad thing was everyone could see the trapdoor but him.

“So what are you gonna do now?” MJ asked, fishing another bottle of wine from under the counter and placing it in front of Peter, who almost cried in gratitude.

“You mean besides crying myself to sleep for the next few months?” He wasn’t really joking. The only reason he wasn’t crying right at that moment was because he had spent almost three hours bawling his eyes out on a park bench close to their – well, Beck’s – apartment, hoping against hope that Beck would reconsider and come after him. When it became clear it wasn’t going to happen, he headed to the only place he knew he could find refuge – even if he didn’t deserve it.

“Yeah, besides that, obviously.” She opened the wine bottle and before he could take it and drink straight from it, she poured three glasses and Peter sighed, defeated.

“I have no idea.” He answered, only slightly surprised that he actually meant it. He had absolutely no clue what to do. For three years, he hadn’t had to worry about money – or anything, really. Beck took care of everything and he just assumed it would always be like that. That he would always have him by his side to take care of him.

He rubbed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Are you going to keep doing porn?” Ned asked, a worried expression on his face. Peter remembered he hated the idea when Beck first suggested it, as soon as he turned eighteen.

People are gonna lose it, Beck said. A pretty little twink and a hot daddy? We’re going to be a hit.

And they were. Their first videos blew up quickly, people were either disgusted by the thought of them together – because of the age gap – or completely enthralled. The haters helped them get more views, and Peter soon learned that there really was no such thing as bad publicity. Beck promoted their videos on twitter, where they accumulated thousands of followers. Peter remembered that, back then, many people sent him worried messages, saying he was too young, that Beck was a predator, that he was taking advantage of him.

In retrospect, they might have been right, after all.

He wasn’t too sure about doing porn when they first started, he knew once they released the first video, there was no going back, there was no way they could ever take it down – the internet was forever. Nothing was ever truly deleted. He wanted to be a dad someday, what if his children ever saw those videos in the future? What would have Ben and May thought? What about his parents?

None of this matters, honey, Beck assured him. These kids don’t even exist yet, don’t worry about them. And your relatives, well… They’re gone, sweetie. You can’t really disappoint them anymore.

So Peter did it. And he was terrified at first, he felt so exposed, people all over the world could see him in his most vulnerable moments, all of him, in every position Beck managed to put him in, in any outfit he thought the public might like, in any setting he thought might bring in more viewers, more subscribers, more money.

Soon, just the two of them weren’t enough. Their viewers wanted to see Peter with other people – other daddies –  and Beck saw another opportunity to increase his profit. Peter was strongly against the idea at first, it felt too much like prostitution, which was where he wanted to draw the line, but, again, Beck sweet-talked him into it.

It’s nothing like prostitution, honey, he said. I’ll be there the whole time, I’ll be the one filming and directing, I’ll be the one paying the other actors, all the profits are ours. How is that anything like prostitution? It’s just like what we’ve been doing so far.

So not only there were a bunch of videos of him and Beck out there in the world, there were also lots of videos of him with other men, some of whom were old enough to be his actual dad. There was even one video in particular that he was specially embarrassed by – and sadly enough, that was the most viewed one so far. It was fucking humiliating.

At some point, Peter should have realized it became all about money for Beck – and maybe it had been like that all along, he just hadn’t noticed before. Over the last few months of their relationship, they never had sex just for fun, just for the hell of it. There were always cameras, and lights, and roles to play. Beck never said he loved him anymore. Barely touched him. Barely kissed him. He should have seen it coming. He had been too blind, or just… Didn’t want to see what was happening right before his eyes. He ignored all the signs. The voice in the back of his head telling him something was off.

But anyway, porn. Could he still do it?

“I don’t know,” he answered, finally. He looked at his best friends and sighed with a shrug. “To be honest, it was never something I enjoyed, and I don’t know if I could ever do it without him somehow involved, you know? I did it with him because I felt… Safe? I don’t want to get involved in the actual porn industry, I’ve heard some pretty fucked up stories.” Peter had heard horror stories about other boys in the industry, and even though his own story was no fairy tale, there was nothing so bad that it couldn’t get worse.

“How about Just4Fans?” MJ asked and both Peter and Ned turned to look at her in shock. “What? You guys were pretty popular, right? You won awards and shit, so there must be at least a few hundred people out there who would pay money to see some dirty pictures of you, maybe some short videos. That way you won’t need to go into professional porn and you wouldn’t need a partner, but you could still make decent money. And fast.”

Well, it actually made sense. It wasn’t like there weren’t hundreds of videos of him being fucked raw all over the internet, anyway. A few dirty pictures couldn’t hurt. And besides, it didn’t need to be forever, just until he figured something out.

“That’s… actually not a bad idea,” he conceded, drinking the last of the wine in his glass. MJ sympathetically filled it up again and he mumbled his thanks.

“What do you think he will do now?” Ned asked carefully, and Peter shrugged for what felt like the hundredth time. There was so much he didn’t know.

“Probably keep shooting videos with his new boy-toy.” He managed to say it with a steady voice, but his eyes burned. He still couldn’t believe how… replaceable Beck thought he was.

When he noticed them interacting online a few months earlier, before the boy was even eighteen, Peter was alarmed, but when he confronted the older man about it, he said he was crazy and seeing things, picking up fights for no reason. He always twisted things in a way that, somehow, Peter was the one apologizing to him in the end.

Months later, just weeks after the kid turned eighteen, there he was – homeless, penniless and lost – meanwhile the other guy was probably getting comfortable in his bed. If Peter didn’t hate the kid, he would pity him. In a few years, he would probably meet the same fate.

“Do you think he would take the videos down if you asked?” Ned asked, and Peter scoffed.

“Yeah, right, those videos will still make him a lot of money monthly, he’d never delete them.” And Peter would have to live with the fact that he would always be just one google search away from complete humiliation and exposure. If he ever tried to get a serious job, those videos would stand in the way. If he ever managed to meet somebody decent and good, those videos would be a testament to what sort of person he was in the past. Fuck, some of them were really fucked up.

“So… Should we create fake twitter accounts to trash talk his short dick or what?” MJ was already grabbing her phone and Peter laughed halfheartedly, shaking his head.

“He’s not worth it. Karma will take care of him, I’m sure.” He drank the last of his wine and whimpered sadly. “So… Can I crash with you guys for a few days? I promise I’m not gonna overstay my welcome! I’ll be out of your hair as soon as the Just4Fans thing works out.”

“Of course you can, nerd, stay as long as you need. We’ve got your back, c’mon.” MJ got up from her stool and gestured for him to do the same. “Do you mind taking the couch?” She asked as she headed to her bedroom in the tiny apartment.

“Not at all,” he answered with a sigh of relief, then went to grab his suitcase by the door. Three years together and that was all he had to show for it. A single suitcase with a few changes of clothes, after being kicked out of the house on a cold February night. His eyes burned but he took a deep breath, blinking them rapidly to avoid the tears.  

“Then make yourself at home. Our casa es su casa.” MJ placed a pillow on the couch and handed him a thick, warm blanket.

“We’ll figure something out, okay?” Ned clasped him on the shoulder with a gentle smile on his face.

“Okay.” He sighed, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his crushed chest.

He waited for his friends to go into their respective rooms, waited to hear their quiet snores, before he allowed the tears to run freely down his face, replaying everything Beck said to him when he kicked him out.

Before he knew it, he was a sobbing a little, so he buried his face in the pillow to muffle the noise, as he tried to convince himself that things were going to be okay, that he was going to be okay. But at that moment, that was hard to believe.

[sidespart]

For the fake fic title, if you're still doing it: Why do you hate me? (I honestly don't know where I came up with this lol)

X-Men AU!!! Found Family + Anxceit friendship. TW: child soldiers, child endangerment, abuse etc

(So typical X-men universe set up: some people are born with the X gene, which typically triggers during puberty, giving that person a mutation which normally results in cool powers. Many people hate mutants for their differences (/ bad press of people using their mutant powers for the evilz) and so most mutants live in hiding. The Xavier Institute is a school set up by an extremely powerful mutant which seeks to provide a safe space for young mutants to learn to manage their powers, get a regular education and hopes to see peace between humanity and mutant kind. The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants is a group of mutants who believe humans will never let mutant live in peace and do various anti-human, pro-mutant vaguely terrorist-y actions (there’s like a billion version of the x-men and these details may not be correct for all the versions all of the time because comics but this is the vague idea))

ANYWAY PLOT - Containment breach at the Super Secret Child Soldier Lab (SSCSL) - Subject VII has escaped. Subject VII is only 6-7 years old but his mutations were artificially triggered much younger than is normal. He can warp reality and create very sophisticated illusions, but has very limited control over his powers.

Cut too - Virgil and Dee, a couple of teenage mutants living on the street. They find a little boy with a buzzcut wandering around The Bad Part Of Town and Virgil immediately decides they need to adopt/help him (Dee makes more of a fuss about how this is not their responsibility and the kids barely even talking and do you know how hard I work just to keep you and now you wanna add another mouth to feed?? Huhh?? but obviously does not actually say no) (Dee is like. Barely any older than Virgil he’s just dramatic). 

Naturally, just as the three of them have had time to bond, the SSCSL and other assorted bad guys show up to try and take VII back. There’s a big fight, Virgil and Dee have a lot more experience with flight and would probably have ended up dead if the X-men (Patton and Logan) hadn't shown up to save them. 

But they lose VII.

Patton and Logan take them back to the Xavier institute to recuperate and offer to let them stay. They can go to school there, get some training and help the X-men track down VII and the whole SSCSL. Virgil says yes, Dee says no.

(So, reasoning - Virgil's mutation developed when he was 12. It was not pleasant. Various students at his school were injured and the media set up a which hunt for the mutant that caused the chaos. Virgil ran away from home because he was worried about the backlash on his family and about hurting anyone else again. So to him, this school full of mutants who can help him control his power, can offer him stability and a return to normal structures and routines, who are promising to help him get in contact with his parents if and when he’s ready?? This is like every fantasy he’s ever had come true

Unlike the other characters, Dee’s primary mutation is physical. He was born with it, its very obvious and its resulted in him being rejected for most of his life. He bounced around increasingly disturbing foster homes before running away when he was very young, so most of his memories are of living on the streets and surviving on his own. So, to him, number one: all adults are inherently untrustworthy idiots and number two: stay at a school? where they expect him to have a curfew? and, what - write essays? follow all their random arbitrary rules? rely on them for food and heat and all that shit? Completely ludicrous.)

It doesn't occur to either of them that the other one isn't going to agree with them. The resulting argument is epic and cruel, both hurling accusations at the other (Ungrateful /controlling are two of the big ones..) and both basically feeling hateful and 100% betrayed. Dee leaves and although they look for him, he’s got a lifetime experience of hiding and they cant find him.

CUT TO - 5 years later. Virgil is a (semi) well adjusted 19 year old junior X-men. He’s still a bit withdrawn, but is very close with Patton and Logan. He’s still holding out hope of finding VII one day and still firmly pretending he’s not listing out for any possible news of Dee (there were rumours some years ago of him joining the brother hood of evil mutants but then it all went quiet) who he, of course, hates for his betrayal. 

BUT THEN - mysterious knocking at the door in the night. Dee, now wearing a hat and cape and calling himself Janus, has returned. And he’s brought with him a little boy with a buzzcut and a tattoo of XXII on his foot.

Janus and Virgil need to put aside their resentment and work together to help XXII, who really does not seem interested in helping them, and hopefully use any clues he can give them about the SSCSL to track down VII. But that's difficult when they’re both still struggling with their own trauma and have no idea how to reconnect - both of them want to ask why do you hate me but are a bit too scared of the answer. ...

This already got way to long so mutant power/ extra back story descriptions under cut!

Patton - 22/27 years old. An extremely powerful telepath/empath. It takes him serious concentration and focus to not hear peoples thoughts and its almost impossible to not feel their feelings. Some people dislike him because of this as they feel he's spying on them. Grew up in the Xavier institute and 100% believes in and is committed to the future where humans and mutants live in harmony. Has pretty limited life experience in the real world. Sometimes floats. (inspired by professor X)

Logan - 21/26 years old. Fires destructive laser beams from his eyes. Was in a car accident when he was younger leaving him with permanent but apparently harmless brain damage - until his mutation developed and he slowly realised that no matter how much he trained he just couldn't control his power. Has to wear specialised eye guards at all times to keep himself from accidentally destroying everything around him. Had big plans to go to university and was angry at his mutation for a long time for getting in the way of that. Eventually enrolled online and is now a very dedicated teacher at the Institute. (inspired by cyclops) 

Janus - 15(?) / 20(?) His primary mutation is  lizard/snake like scales over most of his body, but especially the left side. Has oversized fangs, and yellow eye and a short lizard tail. His secondary mutation makes him immune to almost any sort of mental based mutation (so Logan could still knock him on his ass with his lasers, but Patton cant sense anything form him and Virgil cant whammy him). Spent a lot of his life on his own and got by being sneaky, cunning and charming. Initially took Virgil in because he saw that his powers could be useful for keeping them both safe, but eventually Virgil became his first real friend.

Virgil - 14/19. Shadow manipulation and ‘draining’. Virgil can make himself (and with practice, people he touches) literally disappear into the shadows. He can also direct shadows as powerful energy ‘blasts’, but in order to do so he has to drain any surrounding living things of their energy. When his mutation first developed  he took out half of the school hall where his exam was being held, leaving 15 students in a coma. (inspired by rouge/shadow cat)

VII - 6? / 11? Reality warping/illusion powers. One of the institutes first successful subjects. He was able to escape by changing the wall of his cell into a door. He finds it hard to talk but can project his ideas as lifelike illusions who can talk for him. One of his best is the image a handsome grown up Prince and he will often use this Illusion as an avatar to communicate. When he was 6 he did have some hazy memories of outside the SSCSL and expressed a desire to go home. Current status is unknown. 

XXI - 7.  Illusion powers  (reality warping has been removed from the program by his time as subjects proved too difficult to control). Has no memories of outside the institute and is extremely uncooperative with his new captors/guardians. He does not understand the affection they’re trying to show him and lashes out a lot, often by creating a lot of extremely disturbing and graphic illusions. Bites.