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Happy birthday, Mr Miller || Dbf!Joel x reader

Summary: Your situation gets complicated as your dad realizes what is going on between you and his best friend.

CW: Age gap (reader is 22, Joel is 36), angst, a bit of violence, y/n’s dad is an asshole, oral sex (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, he talks you through it, praise kink, creampie

This is part 2 of Mr Miller’s birthday gift

Since your birthday, you kept seeing Joel in secret when you could. Only your three close friends knew: Sam, Allison and Bianca. You two were careful, you saw each other only when Sarah, Joel’s daughter, wasn’t home and when your dad thought you were with friends. Besides having sex with him, you two had private dates at your place or at his. You really liked him, and you thought he liked you too. But your situation was complicated, between your 15 years age gap and the fact that he was your dad’s best friend.

And today, it would become even more complicated.

It was the end of September, Joel’s birthday. Of course, you had come to the small get-together with your dad, and you were the one who baked the cake for your lover. Your dad didn’t think anything of it, you always cared for your dad’s best friend, and vice-versa.

You were patient, that night. Waiting for your moment alone with him, waiting for Tommy, your dad and a few of their friends to leave and for Sarah to fall asleep. You ate the cake, that you got lots of compliments for, with everyone and chatted with Sarah about school and boys.

But you fucked up. Really hard.

When you went to the bathroom, you took the time to send a text to Joel.

Can’t wait to have you all for me, babe.

He had responded with:

Can’t wait to have my birthday gift, sweet girl. 😉 You look amazing in that dress.

You smiled at your phone and set it on the counter while you washed your hands. The phone stayed there, forgotten, when you went back to the party. Joel shot a smile at you, and you stayed by his and your dad’s side. Your dad excused himself before going to the bathroom after you.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Joel put his hand on your lower back and squeezed you closer to him, before whispering: “You tease.” In your ear.

You smiled innocently at him and took some of the icing left on his plate, before spreading in on his perfect nose.

Your dad was back, so you backed away from Joel and went up to him, seeing that he had found your phone.

“Oh, dad! Thanks, I guess my mind was somewhere else…” You tried to take the phone from his hands, but his fingers pressed around it harder, his knuckles becoming white under the pressure.

“You’re gonna have some explaining to do, y/n. And you too, Joel.” His voice was stern, almost scary. Your dad was rarely mad at his sweet girl, so you froze in place under the tone he used.

Tommy – bless him – suggested that everyone went back inside to have a few drinks and for Sarah to warm up, as she seemed to be cold.

You backed off from your dad, your back hitting Joel’s chest. He put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You watched, terrified, as your dad unlocked your phone.

“I saw that it had a notification, so I opened it to see whose phone it was. I realized it was yours, y/n, and that you were texting my best friend.”

He then read aloud your exchanges with your lover – his best friend, also stating when he found dirty pictures. Then, he smashed the phone against the pavement, disgusted. Your whole body was paralyzed, the only movement coming from the tears falling from your eyes.

“Explain yourselves. Now.” He was shouting. You felt like a kid again under your dad’s gaze.

Joel let your shoulder go and went closer to your dad, his hands up like he was trying to prove his innocence to a police officer.

“Look… Steve… It was just a stupid fling, okay. I’m sorry.”

Your brows furrowed together. “A stupid fling, Joel? That’s all it fucking was?”

“A stupid fling with MY DAUGHTER?!” Your dad repeated, although he wasn’t mad for the same reason as you.

Without having the time to stop him, you saw your dad’s fist meet Joel’s jaw. Your lover then pushed him back, before spitting on the ground.

“We don’t have to fight over this, Steve…”

“Look, dad, it’s my fault. Okay. I didn’t give him much of a choice. And I really like him.” You added.

“You’re in love with a man that’s almost forty, girl?!”

“YES. And maybe I can make it work better than you with mom. It’s none of your fucking business what I do with whom, just like it wasn’t any of my business when you cheated on mom with the neighbor.”

Joel’s eyebrows raised up. He never heard you speak back like that, and he was sincerely impressed.

Your dad went back to charge at Joel because he couldn’t hit his daughter, but thankfully, Tommy went out at the same moment to check on everyone and he held him back.

“I think it’s time you go home, Steve.” Tommy said between gritted teeth.

Your dad pushed him away, grabbed his stuff and left. You heard his car speeding in the street. He was really gone. You turned to Joel and caressed his bruised jaw.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, hun’… had worse.”

Tommy cleared his throat. “I’ll tell everyone that the party’s over and bring Sarah home for a while.”

Joel went to talk to Tommy, thank everyone and reassure Sarah. You felt numb as you waited for him. You just sat in the grass, legs to your chest, as you cried silently, eyes on your phone that was broken in pieces. You had a hard time breathing.

“Hey… hun’… let’s get back in, okay?”

He helped you getting up on your feet and he held you close, before helping you sit on the couch when you two were inside. Your chest was raising and falling at a fast rhythm, like you were trying to catch your breath. You tried to control your breathing, but you were just a sobbing mess.

“So, am I just a fling, Joel?” You finally asked through your tears.

“Hey… hey… look at me.” He kneeled in front of you and held your face in his warm, familiar hands. You sniffed loudly and looked at him, miserable.

“Of course, it’s not just a fling. Or else I would have ended things right after your birthday, okay? I was just trying to calm your dad down… But you really stirred the pot, haven’t you?”

“M’sorry…” Your face fell into the crook of his neck as he held you closely.

“He kinda deserved it.” He shrugged

“What do we do now…?”

He backed off to look at you, soft and warm brown eyes locked on yours.

“Your dad will get over it. Guess there’s… no more secrets now.”

“And what do we tell Sarah?”

He pressed his lips against yours in a soft, loving kiss.

“That we are in love and that you are my girlfriend. She really loves you, hun’, she won’t mind at all.”

You cleaned the tears off your face with your arm.

“Are we in love?”

A small smile tugged at Joel’s lips. “Well, I am. Are you?”

“Of course, I am!” You put your arms around him to attract his body against yours. He laid on you, trying not to crush you under his weight.

“So, we’ll be okay.”

You nodded.

“I’ll text Tommy to ask him to bring Sarah back. I’ll tell her that we are dating, so you don’t stress more about it, okay?”

“No… look, just spend some quality time with your daughter, okay? If she asks questions, you can tell her, but… I don’t want you to drop that like a bomb. I’ll… go home, and find an old phone to replace the broken one… I’ll come back after Sarah’s sleeping time.”

He agreed, as he respected what you wanted first. He got up to let you leave the couch. You stole a final kiss from him.

“Sorry I ruined your birthday… I’ll… make it up to you.”

A grin tugged the corner of his lips as he was remembering what he had said to you on that special birthday.

***

You didn’t find a useable phone, so you had to buy a new one. You would send the receipt to your dad later. He didn’t try calling you or texting you – as your previous phone was crushed. You would let him rot in his silence for a while and let the dust die down. You spent the rest of the day taking care of yourself, to wash the guilt off your shoulders.

“New phone, who dis?” You texted Joel.

You didn’t expect him to respond right away. It was getting late, near Sarah’s bed time. But he did, soon after.

“Hi babe. Sarah won’t go to sleep because she wants to talk to you.”

“Haha. Coming over now, okay?”

You felt a knot of nervousness tying your insides. You got out of your pajamas and switched to clothes that were still comfortable – loose shorts and a random band t-shirt from your drawer.

***

The door was opened wide by Sarah. She was in her pjs, and her beautiful curls were all free. Before you even stepped a foot inside, she jumped in your arms and held you close – if she was stronger, she would be crushing your ribs. You laughed and held her in a tight embrace.

She pulled you inside, where Joel was waiting in the living room. He smiled at you as you sat on the couch beside him, with Sarah.

“What did you want to talk about, sweetheart?” You asked to Joel’s daughter.

“I wanted to say that… You would be an awesome stepmom.”

You looked at Joel in disbelief.

“She asked me a ton of questions, okay, I tried…” He defended himself.

“I will… do my best.” You smiled, pulling Sarah close to press a kiss on the top of her head.

“Now, go to sleep babygirl, it’s past your bedtime.” Her dad told her firmly. “Ooookay. G’night.” She got back up and kissed her father on the cheek, before disappearing upstairs.

It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

“Fuck, I need a drink.” You sighed with a laugh.

“I got’chu, darlin’.” He disappeared momentarily in the kitchen and came back with two opened beers. You put the drink to your lips and sighed pleasantly under the freshness of the liquid.

“Did you try talking to your dad?”

“Nah, since he smashed my fucking phone. Did you?”

“Language!” You laughed at his reprimand. “He doesn’t respond. He gets like that when he’s mad… He’ll call when he’s done being mad.”

“I hope… you don’t lose your friendship with dad.”

“Me too. But I think he will need time to get used to this though…”

You agreed.

“Hm… Let’s talk about something else! It’s your birthday after all, Mr Miller.” You smiled innocently, knowing he liked to be called like that a little too much.

“You did say you’d make it up to me…” He said as he pressed his hand on the back of your head, bringing your face closer to his. Your eyes went momentarily to his lips, before you felt them on yours, a wave of tenderness and hunger flowing at the same time through your bodies. Your beers found their way to the table, as you trapped Joel’s legs between your thighs. You deepened the kiss, taking control of the situation in a way that you liked. He was already feeling drunk on your lips.

“Let’s go up to my room… we can lock the door, hm?” You agreed. He took back his control over you, getting up while he was holding you against him. You wrapped your legs around him and Joel brought you up the stairs.

This felt… different. You would usually sneak in late at night so Sarah wouldn’t know. You’d spend a few hours and sadly, leave before the morning. But now… you could stay as long as you wanted to. He wanted you there. And his daughter did too.

Your butt met the soft mattress, as you were still lost in your thoughts. You suddenly felt your eyes filling up with happy tears. Joel stopped in his tracks, his fingers leaving your shirt he was trying to pull up.

“Y’okay, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah…” You sniffled and wiped your tears away. “I’m just really happy.”

He smiled brightly, a smile that could light up the darkest nights.

“Love you.” He said as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

You responded to his love with a deep and heated kiss, as you pulled him on top of you, laying your back on the mattress. His strong thighs held down your hips. You broke the kiss only to hastily take off his stupidly tight black t-shirt that made his biceps pop more. He also took this opportunity to take off yours, smirking as he realized you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Joel’s fingers caressed the soft skin of your breasts, before they started playing with your hard nipples. You whined against his mouth, your hips bucking into him, desperate for his touch. He listened to the pleas of your body and pulled down your shorts and your panties. Your hands found their way into the elastic of his grey sweatpants, freeing him of the clothing, including his underwear. The freeing of his throbbing member seemed to release some tension in his body.

Your hand circled his perfect length, pumping him a few times.

“Wanna suc-…”

You didn’t finish your sentence; Joel had already switched the position of your bodies. You laughed softly as you went down his beautiful body, leaving kisses on the dark hair that trailed down his belly button, then at the base of his cock. You took him slowly into your mouth, taking the time to feel every vein, every inch of skin you discovered. Joel put his arms behind his head to support it, that way, he got a better view. He wanted a show? You’d give him one.

You took his length further in your mouth, as far as you could, your hand wrapping around what you couldn’t reach.

“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” He whispered, and you moaned around him under his praises.

You started bobbing your head up and down as you caressed the base of his length. You looked at him through your lashes, wanting to see how much you pleased him. His body was relaxed, but his eyes were shut, and his lips were closed tightly. Your lover didn’t want to make a sound, and you understood, with your current situation, but you wanted so badly to hear him moan. You took your time with him, filled with patience as your lips caressed every inch you could reach, your saliva mixing with his pre-cum.

You knew he wanted more when he started pushing on the back of your head, urging you to go faster and deeper.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” He cooed.

God. You loved hearing his flatteries. You whined around him as your movements got faster, desperate to get more praises.

“Can you touch yourself f’me, hm?” Joel asked in a hoarse voice that only made you want to obey him even more.

Your digits traveled to your wet folds, finding your clit, that you stimulated. You were going to a fast rhythm, both to stimulate yourself and his member. You felt him squirm under you, before he pulled out his cock from your parted lips.

“S’too much.” He left a kiss on your lips. “Le’mme touch you”.

You went back to your initial spot. He turned his body towards you and his fingers replaced yours. You moaned softly as he was stimulating you perfectly. He kept circling your clit at a fast rhythm, as two fingers found their way to your entrance. You tensed up and pulled your lover close, your arms circling his broad shoulders.

“I know, I know… If you promise to stay silent, I’ll make you cum.” You nodded and bit your lip as Joel’s fingers fucked you roughly. Your legs started to shake as you emptied your juices on his fingers. You stayed perfectly silent, although you might have hurt your lip in the process.

“Good girl.” His fingers left you, leaving you empty, but he didn’t take too long before filling your walls with his dick.

He stopped his hips when he was done filling you up all the way, letting you adjust to his girth. No matter how many times you two had sex, you were still having a hard time getting used to him.

His calloused hand caressed softly one of your cheeks that was still glistening with tears from earlier. You looked up at him with a smile, admiring how good he looked on top of you. Your legs wrapped around his hips to keep him impossibly close.

“Filling me up so well, Joel…” You whined near his ear, before nipping at the skin of his lobe.

Joel groaned under your praises and started moving slowly, concentrating on stretching you out for him before he got rougher. After a few pushes, you started rolling your hips, your body begging for more. He followed the rhythm you set. You had a hard time keeping your eyes open, but still, you forced your eyelids not to shut, only to be able to admire him: his dark eyes, the sweat forming on his forehead, the strong arms holding you in place, the delicious way his body molded yours. You wanted to engrave this vision in your mind. Joel saw how intensively you were looking at him, which seemed to amuse him. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips as he slowed down the swing of his hips to last longer.

“M'not going anywhere, hun’.” His nose brushed with yours.

“I know… I love you, Joel.” Your lips captured his once again as you brought him even closer to you with the press of your ankles on his ass.

Everything felt different that night. The way he took his time, the way you both showed your love, a love that you didn’t dare letting out before. The swing of his hips set a new pace for both of you, slow and rough. Your hand went to your wet folds increase your pleasure, the way your digits circled your clit at a fast pace contrasting with his slow movements.

“C’mon hun’, cum on my cock…”

It was getting harder to muffle your moans, and he did notice. He put the palm of one of his hands against your mouth, so he could muffle your cries. Your fingers pressed harder against your clit as you felt your release taking over you, your wetness enveloping Joel’s dick.

Now that you were done, he could concentrate on chasing his own high. His thrusts got faster, and his hips would stutter only when he was getting closer. You kissed his temple and let your walls tighten around him to increase Joel’s arousal.

“Fill me up, baby…” You whispered.

“God.” He grunted as he finally granted your wish, warm liquid shooting between your walls.

When he pulled out, he took the time to admire the mixture of your juices coming out of your stretched hole.

“You pervert.” You whispered with a laugh.

“Hmhm. Let’s go wash ourselves and then sleep, okay? It’s also past your bedtime.”

“Yes, sir.”

You kissed him as you got up and disappeared with him in the nearest bathroom to fill your most domestic fantasies.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 29 days

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AITA for yelling and threatening my dad because he keeps spitting in the toilet?

For context, I (18) live at home with my parents (Dad: 50 / Mom: 53) and my twin (also 18). I've never gotten along well with my dad for a multitude of reasons, and we regularly clash because of opposing ideals and beliefs. My dad is also a smoker, which is why he tends to cough and spit a lot, and my mom either buys him cigarettes or gives him money to buy some for himself.

Within the last 6 months(ish?), my dad's taken to spitting in the toilet and leaving it in there without flushing. He's NEVER done this previously, and has generally been respectful of how he spits up until recently. So, every time one of us has to pee or whatever, we gotta see his spit and bloody phlegm in the toilet. And it's not just that one toilet, he does it in BOTH bathrooms so we literally can't escape it.

I've tried talking to him privately about this, but he doesn't care and ignores me. My sister and mom have complained about it because it's disgusting, but he laughs us off. Every single one of us has asked him to flush or spit somewhere else, but he tunes out and keeps doing it despite this. We've asked him so many times to stop now that I can't even give you an number.

Yesterday was the breaking point. I was already pissed for reasons unrelated to this, but when I walked into the bathroom there was a huge ball of spit there and other smaller ones floating it there. I was so disgusted and mad, and he knew I would be because he was sitting right outside! And he was smiling and laughing, like my disgust was funny somehow!!

I turned right around and went off at him about how his habit isn't funny and is disrespectful to everyone, and that if he wants to keep disrespecting us then I'll convince my mom to not buy him cigarettes anymore since he keeps coughing up stuff. He said that that's cruel and that I'm just being sensitive, but I'm very clearly not being sensitive if my sibling and mom agree with me. He said that he doesn't want to flush the toilet if he spits in it once, but he very clearly spat in it multiple times, and even if he was concerned about wasting water then spit in the trash or something!!

The argument stopped when he left and went upstairs, and me and my twin were left downstairs. He said that I could've handled that better, but she was glad that I said that to him because she was very close to confronting him herself. I told my mom about this today, and for some reason she thinks that I was being mean and that while she understands that I was angry, I shouldn't have threatened him like that. I told her she can just not buy cigarettes for him until he stops, but even the mere thought of him not getting cigarettes is enough for my mom to be upset with me.

So, aita for this? I get that I could've handled this situation better, but I don't think he should keep getting rewarded with cigarettes for not respecting our shared space and house.

#aita #am i the asshole #unsanitary cw

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ninyard · 1 month

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okayy jer sibling thoughts: for a minute i was toying with the idea that bryson isn't the brother cat was talking about when she says jeremy's older brother is an asshole, that there's another older brother maybe in prison? explaining the anxiety about being recognized by cops and his family's obsession with image (gotta crack down pretty hard when you already have a kid in prison). obviously jeremy doesn't get on with bryson, but he doesn't get on with annalise either (albeit not to the same extent as bryson) and cat doesn't say anything about her. granted, her wording of "/the/ older brother" implies bryson is the only one and therefore the asshole, but the other brother being in prison is still possible. if bryson *is* the bad one, i think he likely hurt jeremy at some point. i'm thinking about lucas and jeremy's phone convo where jeremy asks if lucas feels safe with grayson and lucas says "he's my brother" and jeremy says "that's not what i asked"... the exchange feels pointed imo

I didn’t even realise that interaction between Lucas and Jeremy was…significant but now that you point it out to me oh my GOD is it relevant it’s SO pointed.

This just gives me an opportunity to share my Jeremy’s Family Situation Theory okay so in this theory: (reposted it here)

- Jeremy has an estranged oldest brother

- This brother goes by their father’s surname and not Knox

- Jeremy’s brother was also on the Trojans (but this may or may not be dependent on them having different surnames)

- Jeremy’s brother was homophobic

So I have a few theories about the Banquet incident and one that’s a mess of a bunch of different theories and it’s this: picture Older Brother. Older brother is a 4th year Trojan, he’s well liked, but he’s kind of an asshole in private. His dad is Jeremy’s dad - but he grew up with a different surname, because their parents were still together/married by the time he was in school. Jeremy and his sister became Knox kids after their mother married into the Knox family. The older brother was old enough and refused to change from his father’s surname. He tried to fit in with the Knox family but he knows he’s kind of a black sheep for it. He’s the one that’s excluded from public facing recognition, because he’s not a Knox.

Jeremy gets scouted for the Trojans while his brother is still there, and to have his baby brother on the team was INFURIATING to him. He didn’t get along with Jeremy already, but to have him on this team. Oh, he hated Jeremy for that. But the key thing here is he never revealed that Jeremy was his younger brother. He threatened Jeremy as well, and told him to keep his mouth shut, and tell NO ONE that they were related.

Along comes the fall banquet. Jeremy is out as a gay man and has been for quite a while. It’s a bone of contention in his family but ultimately they accept it as long as he is quiet about it, and it doesn’t interfere with their political or public image. But Jeremy’s oldest brother never supported Jeremy and regularly insulted him or bullied him over it. So, Jeremy is out, and he decides to bring a man to the banquet. 1) his mother begged him not to. 2) his sister begged him not to. 3) everyone in his family begged him not to. But he refuses to hide who he is or pretend to be straight for the sake of their image. In the end there’s nothing they can do, and he goes with this man.

Jeremy, little freshman Jeremy, rolls up to the banquet with a man on his arm. It’s 2003, maybe 2004. It’s a huge deal. Jeremy’s older brother doesn’t know he is bringing said man to the banquet, and he fucking glares at him all night. He’s so angry. By the time the tables get moved, he plucks up the courage to cross the hall to Jeremy. Calls him a very unsavoury slur starting with an F and Jeremy hits his brother, he punches him square in the face. He would’ve hit him again, but they get pulled apart and he can’t. Theres witnesses. And still nobody knows they’re related. The brother leaves him alone, Jeremy promises to stay away from him, and the night continues.

Jeremy steps outside to get some air, and unbeknownst to him his brother follows him. An altercation ensues, and eventually they start PUMMELLING each other. His brother hits him first, Jeremy hits him back, there’s blood and bruises and now more witnesses as Jeremy’s brother beats him the fuck up. Somebody called the cops, and the cops have to separate them. They ask Jeremy if he wants to press charges; he says yes. He says he wants it to be reported as a hate crime. They ask his brother if he wants to press charges for assault, and he says yes. So they both get arrested.

Where I think Jeremy’s fear of cops comes from, or lack of trust, or hatred for them, is how he was treated that night. The cops tell him they need a reason to charge his brother with a hate crime, he tells them he’s gay, and he gets treated like SHIT. They search him for no reason, they’re looking for any reason they can to make him uncomfortable or drop the charges. They’re asking him did he do anything to deserve it? Did he antagonise his brother? Has he been drinking? They make him really fucking uncomfortable and upset. by the time his mom bails him out he’s ready to drop the charges, but decides not to. The brother goes to stay with his father, Jeremy goes home, and the Knox family pay A LOT of money to keep this quiet. They don’t charge Jeremy with assault, but maybe they tell his mom there’s nothing they can do about Jeremy’s charges against his older brother if he won’t drop them.

Proceed to the reaction from USC; they recognise it as a hate crime and Jeremy doesn’t get kicked out of school, but he does get a very stern warning and maybe gets benched for a while. His brother on the other hand loses everything: there’s an active hate crime charge against him, he brutally assaulted a freshman while representing the team, and he gets removed from the team and expelled from the university. The Knox family have no choice but to estrange him further than he already was - so he’s totally out of the picture.

Jeremy tore the family apart because of his refusal to drop the charges, then him dropping the charges and instead getting a no-contact/restraining order against his brother means that while he’s living there the brother cannot be in the picture. So brother who is already a black sheep for not being a Knox, is now no longer welcome in the family home (except for when Jeremy is not in the house - if he’s not estranged, possibly he visits on the weekends, or lives there during the summer? And that’s why Jeremy doesn’t live at home during those times?)

The scandal is that he caused a team member to be removed from the team as a freshman, his sister who doesn’t like him that much anyway can now no longer see her brother, and she stopped supporting Jeremy’s matches because of it. He tore the family apart because of his insistence on being “GAY HATE CRIME VICTIM”. They bullied him into not seeking justice - and his sibling hate him for this whole incident. They don’t agree with him being gay because of their political affiliations, his older brother lost HIS older brother because of him, his sister lost him too. Idk

Does this even make sense? Is it far fetched? I don’t know I don’t care I just had to get this off my chest. I could talk about my theories FOREVER. This is just. A quick short summary of the possibility of an oldest brother who’s no longer in the Knox Family Picture.

#I’m so sorry for this rant #but I had to talk about it #Jeremy Knox #tsc spoilers #tsc #the sunshine court #Jeremy’s family I will not rest until I figure you out!!!!!!!!#I’m gonna write this as a fic I think #I might change my mind on some specifics #and May disregard some points later #but this is my current thought process if there is a chance he has another brother

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uneednotknow · 3 months

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Vaughn Morozov

A hc of what I imagine him to be like.

Vaughn Morozov, the Pakhan's heir. The Gentleman of the Bratva. The Manipulator. The Mastermind.

He isnt necessarily silent and quiet but he doesn't talk much, either. He got the manners, the charm and the etiquette of what one would call the ideal man. He has the looks, the body, the height, the hair and the money. But above all he is responsible and a smart man.

He knows when and how to use his charm especially in terms of business to either get the deal done or to deceit. He knows and plans things so effortlessly well, its almost flawless. He is also 10 steps ahead of everyone. He is analytical and calculative. A Mastermind. He rules the game, the world and the people, and he would do it so easily that they won't even realise it.

He isnt known as the gentleman for no reason. He is respectful and straightforward. Unlike most of the ruthless men in the Bratva, who springs to brutal actions almost immediately, he is calm. He resorts to let the mind games play, he likes messing up the mentality of the people, because he understands that mental pain is possibly more cruel and painful than physical pain. He resorts to quietly finishing the job because he isnt a fan of showcasing his work to the people.

He is so eloquent with his words and works. He dont need to talk much to get people to his side. He is a man of his words but mostly a man of actions. He won't hesitate to strike when nobody is looking, he won't hesitate to manipulate and make things work out on his favour.

He is a smart man, he knows what strings to pull, what steps to take. And it all comes from being a logical thinker, it comes from having parents who are one of the most important figures in the Bratva, he knows he needs to be well aware of his surroundings in case trouble strikes. It comes from seeing situations through every looking glass. It comes from being a great born-leader.

He likes to keep the side of his street clean and that's very hard to maintain especially being in the mafia. But nobody knows what happens to people who has crossed him or his loved ones. You just know they have suffered gravely. He keeps his business private. Those who needs to know will know and that's it.

He drives. Really, really well. The Mercesdes-Benz, his parents got him for his 18th birthday is one of his prized possessions. He dont ask for much from his parents, he rarely does. Mostly because they have provided him with all that he needed. And it's because he doesn't want to leech off people, he doesn't want to ask things from anyone when he knows he is equally capable of being able to do things for himself.

When he is in the UK, he rides his bike, going for joy rides with them. Though he maybe the youngest, he is undoubtedly a brilliant and mature one. Sophisticated and intimidating, Vaughn enjoys his chase. But he also let's down his guard and takes in the fresh air of youth, he knows how to enjoy his life while learning not to be vulnerable in the eyes of the people.

He can cook, clean, fend for himself. He is self-sufficient and has learned from a young age that there is no other way to success other than hard work along with smart work.

He likes to read. He like to solve puzzles, play chess, watch crime documentaries and just solve anything that needs to be solved. Maybe that's boring for most but that's how he keeps his brain to actively work and think strategically.

He is also athletic, joining the school's sports team to keep himself physically fit. He may not be the best at it but he is above average, he plays football, basketball, tennis. Exceptionally great at ice hockey (according to my headcannon.)

Because he likes to keep himself updated with the people around him and the world, he knows many things about people. If he wants he can extract informations that people have tried their best to hide too.

He might even enlist in the military, just like his mom and dad and climb ranks, but he might not stay long to accomplish that, maybe for 2 or 3 years. Because he has other responsibilities. But he will be there for the experience and knowledge.

He is academically thriving as well. Taking up computer science, physics or any of the challenging STEM subjects, because like mentioned above he likes to keep his brain to actively work to find solutions.

He is without a doubt a great son and a great friend. He won't say it out loud but he will, for sure, be their for people who needs him. Be it for advise or just be there for them. He is a great companion to his dad, helping him with works, though his father never asks him to burden himself with such works at a young age. He is a great son to his mom, driving her to places, going shopping for anything, helping his mom around the house though they have people for that.

He is the type of son, whose parents need not worry about him doing the wrong thing or being in thr wrong place. They only worry about him over working himself. He likes to be in his best behaviour, be the best in what he do.

Overall, Vaughn Morozov, is an almost perfect man, who obviously has his flaws but doesn't shy away from correcting himself and move forward to be better and stronger.

He made a cameo and im intrigued by him. But honestly, as much as I want to read about him judging by how RK has disappointed some(most) of her characters in their own books, I'm afraid she might do the same to Vaughn too. So in a way, it's better to leave him as he is, but at the same time he seems to be a character full of potential, to me at least.

Anyways, thank you for reading my previous post.

Hope you enjoy this as well.

#vaughn morozov #rina kent #legacy of gods #god of malice #god of pain #god of wrath #god of fury #killian carson #nikolai sokolov #jeremy volkov #monster trilogy #kirill morozov #aleksandra zaryanova #gareth carson

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something i really need to get off my chest even if i just post this privately is That i really dislike ‘caretakers’ in whump writing. or ‘whumper’ i feel like it makes a character (even if they’re just a hypothetical one) feel very 1 dimensional and it makes me so OKAY JUST HEAR ME OUT!!! whumpee i don’t mind much, it makes the prompt or what your talking about a little clearer. But it feels like it’s putting it into a box and making sort of roles which makes it feel less like a prompt and more like we’re in an omega verse fandom and i mean this really lovingly and affectionately and no hate to any of yall. I have a vast amount of characters and i write stories and books and I can say with out a shadow of a doubt, not ONE of them fall under ‘whumper’ or ‘caretaker’ because i develop them as their own individual character. Not even my antagonist are ‘whumpers’

So one of my main antagonists literally burns cigarettes on the MC and abuses the MC. Tries to kill her on her 18th birthday. Shes her mom, and the main character PHYSICALLY cannot leave that situation with out getting the authorities involved until she turns 18. Mom sounds like an ass, she beats ‘whumpee’ up! why would i NEVER call her a whumper? because she’s a whumpee by that logic. Her mom was extremely emotionally abusive, and half the time not fully there. Her shitty ass dad got murdered in front of her when she was just a kid. but Her mom isn’t a whumper either, because she too would be considered a whumpee. She was a world renowned flapper girl, everyone loved her. she LIVED for the fame and her face in newspapers. But behind the scenes she was actively ignoring her distant parents as they continued to try and marry her off. She was then forced into the marriage when she got pregnant with the guy (much so against her will which is why she killed him.) and ever since she’s been delusional and not fully there. It’s generational abuse.

more ramble under the cut + extra clarification on what I’m trying to say

okay but that’s just generational abuse right? There are other whumpers in the real world! Yeah i guess there’s sadists and serial killers, but like, there’s SOOOO much more guys.

I have a mini antagonist, he’s in highschool and he’s meant to be the toxic narcissistic ex of one of my characters. But he’s falling apart trying to get attention, he’s not fully aware of the damage he IS doing. Ass he may be but again behind the scenes he’s constantly fighting with his dad who refuses to do anything around the house and who is also transphobic (she’s bigender but i’ve been using he to make it less confusing right now) and now she has to take care of her little sister and act like a whole ass mom. As a sophomore. In high school. Not only that but her mom died, so she has to struggle with that. She’s just an annoying ass teenager, she doesn’t understand how to treat people or how she’s supposed to be handling what she’s dealing with. But getting attention and being liked at school? now that’s the shit. That’s like drugs for her. But to what lengths does she go to get that extra validation? He uses his boyfriend almost like an accessory. He’s not considerate of his feelings, and most likely doesn’t understand what a relationship is SUPPOSED to be.

Unless you’re making a sociopath character, which i LOVE a good sociopath character, you have to treat them like they also have humanity. Most of the time villains don’t just. Do shit to do it, they have some sort of background that lead up to this!!! And also even then with sociopaths they’re their own individual characters separate from the people they hurt!!! and also NONE of these are end all be alls and all characters must be developed this way!!!!

just my advice and stuff <3 i love all of you out there and i can understand why using certain roles and terms are the go to, and i’m not stopping you!!! i just really wanted to give my two cents so i can possibly help other writers!!!

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Brothers Best Friend Chapter 7: Sticky Situation

Summary: Yunho doesn’t want his baby sister (Y/n) dating any of his friends especially Mingi since they are like brothers to him and it’s an issue when all Y/n’s friends are dating Yunho’s friends but he wouldn’t let Y/n talk to any guys since he’s so overprotective, it’s such a shame that she’s been with Mingi for almost 2 years and no one knows. What will happen if Yunho finds out?

Song Mingi x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut, fights

Word count: 570

Genre: series, angst, comedy, fluff, hidden relationship, High school au

The next morning I got changed into my school uniform, I didn’t want to go to school since me and Mingi had an argument yesterday. I walked downstairs to see my brother, my dad and his fiancée my dad could see that there was something in my mind so I denied it and sat with my brother who was looking at me like he can read me.

“Did you and Shotaro have a fight or something?” I roll my eyes looking at him shaking my head for no. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing” Yunho could see there was something wrong but he didn’t say anything since he wanted to find out for himself.

Our dad took us to school and I walked to my friends, “hey, are you ok?” I nodded since they know what’s wrong, Mingi looked at me like he wanted to talk but I didn’t want to so I turn away from him “Y/nie you have to talk to him, if you want things to go smoothly” I looked at Soyeon as I knew she was right but I just didn’t want to talk right now.

As we were about to walk to our home room classes Mingi grabbed my arm, taking me outside, “Y/n we have to talk I hate fighting with you” I didn’t know what to say, I was just pissed at him for saying those things to me. “I’m so sorry I said that to you, I’m so sorry, please forgive me”

“It’s fine” he looked at me like he lost me forever Mingi wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead “I love you so much” I tear up as he said that and I hugged him back saying the same to him, he kissed me and I kissed him back.

~Yunho pov~

While I was walking to my home room class I pissed my sisters class and I couldn’t see her “where did this little shit go” I went to go find her with Yeosang “maybe she just went to the toilet” I looked at him as I mentioned something “Mingi is missing too”

"Somethings going on between them and I want to know" "relax they're probably just friends, and isn't YIn with Shotaro" I turn to yeosang, I know Y/n was lying about that because I know my sister, she's not the type of person to look at other guys let alone talk to them privately when she's with someone. I could hear whispering outside and ran out.

~Y/n pov~

"What. The. Fuck" Yunho looked at both of us kissing and I immediately pulled Mingi away, and we looked at my pissed off brother, Yunho immediately jumped into Mingi punching him, I shouted at my brother telling him to stop while me and Yeosang tried getting him off of him, the whole fight they both were punching each other since Mingi was defending himself and I don't blame him.

Everyone ran out of there class after hearing shouting, since the rang for home room the teachers saw everyone running and trying to find the source they had helped me get the boys off each other. "WHAT IS GOING ON" the two boys went silent, the teacher looked at me and Yeosang trying to figure out what the reason for 2 best friends to be fighting but we stayed silent.

“Y/n and Yeosang I’ll see you two in detention after school, Mingi and Yunho go to the Principals office.

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2.7 Opening Up

Lexie: It’s too bad we got assigned to set design for the first production, but at least we’ll be able to hang out together.

Johnny: Yeah, it looks like most of the acting roles went to the juniors and seniors. Maybe next year we’ll have better luck.

Lexie: Well, the semester’s just getting started. Who knows what will happen. We could impress them with our sick acting skills and get the leads next time.

Johnny: [laughing] I support your delusional optimism! Oh, I almost forgot…my mom wanted me to tell you hi and that she enjoyed meeting you.

Lexie: Hmm, that’s nice of her. I guess let her know I said hi as well.

Johnny: [teasingly] You’re not going to say it was nice to meet her too?

Lexie: No comment.

Johnny: I don’t blame you! Honestly, it went better than I was expecting.

Lexie: Really? That's kind of sad.

Johnny: Yeah, unfortunately, that was just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my mom.

Lexie: Well, it really bothered me how she was speaking about you. I kept trying to change the subject, but she’d always end up making some snarky little comment.

Johnny: I’m used to it, I guess. The thing is, if I’d called her out she’d say I was overreacting. In the past, I would’ve believed her, but now…not so much.

Lexie: Good, because she’s wrong about you. I can’t imagine how it affected you to hear that as a child, or even now.

Johnny: [sighs] I wish I could say that was the worst thing I had to deal with as a kid, but it wasn’t by a long shot. If you don’t mind, I think I’m ready to talk to you about it.

Lexie: Of course. You can tell me anything. Let's go somewhere more private.

TW: The dialogue below includes discussion of child abuse and drug abuse (not graphic but please use your own discretion if this topic is triggering to you).

Johnny: It wasn’t just my mom who treated me badly. It was also her husband, Jimmy. I refuse to call him my stepdad because he wasn’t any kind of parent to me. He was way worse, though. With my mom it’s this kind of passive aggressive backhanded shit, but Jimmy? He was full-on aggressive. Not just with his words, either.

Lexie: Oh my God, he hurt you? Johnny, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was that bad.

Johnny: Yeah, it was pretty awful. I started having nightmares and I was anxious all the time. I tried to talk to my mom about it, but I was too scared to tell her what was really going on so she thought I was just being dramatic.

Lexie: Geez, I can’t imagine my parents just brushing me off like that. You must have been terrified.

Johnny: I was. It only got worse when my mom started doing drugs. By that time I was old enough to start fighting back and all the blame fell on me. Jimmy almost convinced mom to send me to military school but then my dads got custody of me and Chantal.

Lexie: Thank God for your dads!

Johnny: For real, I’m so grateful for them. It’s weird, though…whenever a kid gets away from their abusive family, everyone expects them to be happy about it. No one ever talks about all the mixed emotions. I knew I was better off with my dads, but I still thought about the good times I had with my mom. It was hard to leave her.

Lexie: I think I understand more why you’re still trying to work things out with her. It sounds like the whole situation was really traumatic for you.

Johnny: Yeah, even when I wasn’t talking to her I always had this feeling of “what if?” Like maybe there is a way to fix everything and make it go away.

Lexie: Some things can’t be fixed, no matter how hard you try. I don’t know if your relationship with your mom is one of them, but I hope you’ll recognize when it’s time to let go if it comes to that.

Johnny: I think I will. I’m going to give it more time, but I’m starting to feel like…like I deserve better. I didn’t feel that way before.

Lexie: You deserve so much better, Johnny. You’re so much more than what your mom sees you as. And Jimmy. He better hope I never see him ‘cause I’ll kick him right in the balls!

Johnny: [laughing] Lexie! I’ve never heard you so angry before. I can’t see you doing something like that, you’re too sweet.

Lexie: I’d do it to him! And I’d enjoy watching him suffer. Oh, sorry, I probably shouldn’t be so violent about it. It just really got me worked up.

Johnny: It’s ok. You’re cute when you’re protective.

Lexie: Well, consider me your bodyguard, then.

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meara-eldestofthemall · 4 months

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Hello again bat-gran 👋

I appreciated your answer on the Robins situation, it intrigued me.

How would you have written Damian/where would you like his writing to go?

Poor Damian is simultaneously the Batfamily character with the most potential and the worst possible character development. If you go all the way back to his introduction it was fairly clear that readers were supposed to loathe him. He was an arrogant and rude little princeling with a chip on his shoulder the size of Cleveland.

Damian was such a brat that he even managed to exhaust Alfred's patience, which is a real feat considering the man raised Bruce.

Everyone knows that in his later interaction with Tim in this issue (Batman #657) Damian proves what a superior person he is by killing the first criminal he came across. He then tossed the decapitated head, (with a grenade in it's mouth) at Tim to make a point.

The most important thing to take away from this is that Damian has been raised in a cult that operates on the same upward mobility scheme as the Klingon Empire. In order to get ahead, you kill the person in your way. That' s exactly what Damian tried to do.

Damian was originally conceived as an anti-hero at least and a full blown villain at worst. He was supposed to be a great source of angst for Batman to darkly brood over for years. The only problem was that about half of the fandom loved hyper-violent, rude and nasty Damian. DC now had to figure out how to redeem him enough to work with Batman.

They actually did come up with a method that worked. During Battle For The Cowl Damian saved Tim's life in a very Damian way.

This was the moment that could have changed everything. This is where I would have had Damian reluctantly (very reluctantly) allow the idea that maybe his father's way of doing things had a tiny bit of merit after all. To be honest, I wouldn't have changed much of the Dick Grayson Batman and Damian Wayne Robin arc. You had a much sunnier Batman with Robin as the grim dark little gremlin a lot of people loved. Damian actually showed some positive character development without losing the edge that made him popular.

What would I have changed? This...

All the progress Damian made was unceremoniously tossed onto the garbage heap. The moment the kid got angry with Tim he went right into assassin mode and tried to kill him - again. Worst of all, there were no real consequences for his actions. Instead we're supposed to sympathize with the fact that Damian's feelings were hurt.

The impression left with the reader is that Damian maybe got a stern to talking to from Dick but that was about it. It does not help the conversation above seems to lay the blame on Tim for not having a stronger password.

This is the crux of the problem that followed Damian for years. DC seemed to actively undo any positive character development to keep him static. Damian was not allowed to be anything other than rude, arrogant and hyper-violent. He worked abysmally with Bruce's Batman, so much so that it set in stone the idea that Bruce was incapable of being a good Dad to Damian. Damian's character waffled between hero, anti-hero and kind-of-sort-of villain repeatedly. Not too long ago they were setting him up to be a bad guy yet again. Remember when Damian had his own private prison and then resigned from being Robin?

Why would DC continually do that to a character with so much potential?

What I would do with Damian is what we're now seeing. He went off and had his obligatory Robin-right-of-passage adventure on a mysterious island. Damian came back a better character. His relationship with Tim is improved enough that they still bicker dreadfully but are actually more like brothers.

I really like what I'm seeing in Batman and Robin. This is how Damian should be written. He's still got his edge and doesn't suffer fools well but he's working towards a positive future.

So, if you'll forgive this pedantic old Bat-Gran, my point is that what I want to see, what I as a writer would do, is keep him more on the path of the current Batman and Robin series and less of what we see in the current Batman series.

Most of all I would write Damian consistently, not vary the basics of his personality from book to book. That is the cardinal flaw that has always plagued DC.

Who I want Damian to be is a young man who is just beginning to discover that he can choose his own future. My version of Damian can honor his heritage but still move forward into the best version of himself. He can be someone who, perhaps like many teens, has no idea what he'll be in ten years but does know that it's a path he chooses for himself, not one forced on him by either the Waynes or the Al Ghuls.

I just hope I live long enough to see that. I'm already 67 so I hope DC stops messing around gets to it, please.

So, are you sorry you asked?

#damian wayne #robin #damian deserves better #Bat-Gran rants

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Three years ago yesterday, my friend took his own life and I still miss him almost every day. I hope he would like this little piece.

I also wrote something under the cut- mostly just kinda rambling about him but its more just for me.

Take care of yourselves out there and I beg of you, if you are struggling, please reach out to somebody. Because if you leave then you will be so dearly missed by more people than you know.

You are loved, you are cared for, you matter so somebody.

Take care 💛

I think about you a lot.

But the things that come to mind are mostly about the video games you used to play with me.

You adored the giant mushrooms in minecraft. We explored far lands and deep caves together. You always killed the mobs for me because I was scared of dying even though we had Keep Inventory on. We would have long strip mining sessions and talk about how we were doing. Tell jokes and stories from our lives or just quietly enjoy each other's company. You always got so excited to see any of the in-game critters. You would have loved the cherry blossoms they added.

You always picked dark green in Among Us but always changed your hat for silly situations. Once you thought I was smart for going back and killing you while you were behind the Admin table, but I was just panicking. We laughed about it in the lobby after I lost. I tried looking for screenshots but I think they got lost. But we'd always run around the boxes while we waited.

You loved to wear the cute outfits in Animal Crossing. I gave you the pretty umbrella and it became your favorite item. We gathered on my island like it was a party to catch shooting stars and spin our umbrellas in unison in between the showers. I remember you lighting up like the sun when you got the New Horizons themed Switch for a really good price because it was in a small local game shop everyone overlooked.

You enjoyed playing Grounded in early access. Telling me how decorating your base was your favorite part even though you couldn't sit in the little grassblade chairs. There's been a major update with story and more items added. It's also multiplayer now...

I would give almost anything in the world to be able to play with you again, Gydeon.

I think about you a lot.

You were deeply protective and loved your friends with your whole chest every day. Even when it was damaging to you.

We would talk privately outside the server we met in. Saying how so many of them were in the wrong for so much of the drama they caused and that what they were doing was not okay. But they were our friends. We held each other's hands while walking on eggshells together. Trying to settle their emotions and each other's when we had nothing left to give.

I still remember your bright laugh. I remember your sleepy mumbles not wanting to leave the group call when it got late in your timezone. I remember you being bored out of your mind while you waited in your dad's car. I remember you getting furious over the actions of someone and losing your cool. I remember you being so excited when you figured out and came out as Pansexual. You decorated all your avatars with Pan flag stickers and were so giddy to find out that part of yourself. I remember you joking about your depression. I remember you being down low and I remember how we would go online and play together to escape for a while.

I think about you a lot.

Finger snapping has become a stim for me because you taught me that the sound comes from when your finger thumps against your palm.

Whenever I need to feel brave I think about you standing up for what was right even though you got backlash for it.

You had so much courage and pride but the thing you inspired in me most was to choose kindness above all else. No matter what. Its easy to be rude and angry and violent. It takes a strong spine and head to be able to let petty shit go and to choose to remain soft and gentle in spite of everything.

I think about you a lot.

Its been 3 years and I still hold some guilt in my heart for what happened. I don't think it will ever go away and I almost don't want it to, but I've worked hard to make it bearable. Your memory still weighs heavily in my chest when I think about you, but it's more like a comfortable weighted blanket rather than an unrelenting mountain trying to swallow me whole.

You were an incredible young man and I'm one of the luckiest people in the world to say I was able to meet you. Even if the time spent with you was far, far too short.

You were funny. You were smart. You were the kindest, sweetest person I have ever had the honor to get to know.

You were one of my close friends and I miss you dearly, Gydeon. I love you, buddy.

#personal #TW suicide #suicide #my art #we all have our own personal battles and unfortunately he lost his #if you think for one moment you wont be misses when you are gone you are wrong #it will have more of a rippling affect than you could ever realize #you are cared for #i promise you that

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AITA for leaving my hometown over this?

my brother (50M) is in a high position in our local government and for the most part he does alright. he and his wife (53F) have always had big ambitions for their family, so nobody was really surprised when he stated his intention for their daughter (25F) to succeed him when he retires. he spent several years teaching her, and she not only loved the work, she was really good at it. she was a charming kid, and as her aunt, i (52F) was a bit of a role model for her too.

fast forward a few years, and my niece is in her 30s, more than ready to take office. my brother is also nearing his retirement and everyone expects him to hand over his job anytime now.

except, his daughter dies. it's a freak accident, nothing that could have been done, and my brother and his wife are devastated. not only do they have to try to work through the grief of losing a child, my brother is getting older and someone is still going to have to take his place in our local government.

a couple weeks after his daughter dies, he calls a meeting and tells everyone that his son (32M) is going to succeed him. everyone is shocked, and a few people try to talk him into choosing someone else, but brother insists it has to be him. the son has always been the quiet, awkward type, happy to let his sister be the shining star of the family, but now he's suddenly meant to take her place.

obviously this doesn't sit right with me. i actually overheard the son talking with one of his friends about the whole situation, and the friend had to console him because he was so overwhelmed. he feels like an imposter for "stealing" his sister's dream and he has no idea what he's doing. he doesn't want to succeed his father, but whatever his father says goes and there's not much anyone can do about it.

i have tried to confront my brother about this multiple times, but he refuses to hear me out. today it finally came to a head and i told him i'm moving away from our community to be with my long-term long distance girlfriend (52F). it's something she and i have been discussing for a while now, but my brother forcing his son into a position of power he doesn't want is the final straw.

this was the first time i told my brother about our relationship--which has been pretty private up til now--and he was clearly upset. i thought he was going to yell at me but he just ended up telling me to go ahead and move away, like he didn't even care if i stayed or not.

our mom died when we were young, and we never knew our dad, so he's the only close family i have left. we've never been best friends or anything but i guess i thought he would try to stop me from leaving, or that i could convince him that his grief was clouding his sense of reason.

am i the asshole for leaving my hometown (and my family) behind over something like this?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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The Batch Family: The Ninth of September

Part of my Bad Batch AU: "The Batch Family" [Collection Masterlist].

Word count: 990 | Batch ages: Multiple

Note: Since 9/9 obviously has to be the Batch boys' birthday, thought I'd take the opportunity to write a little something about it. It's been so long since I've written for this family, I miss them...

The Ninth of September | Celebrating the boys' birthdays through the years...

Their first birthday had been a spectacle. Beth had only had them for a few months at that time. She'd made it through the summer with them, working limited hours at her job in order to figure out a home routine, and thus sacrificing a lot just to ensure her new family got off to a decent start. But though there was still progress to be made for stability by the time September 9th rolled around, all of her family, friends, and apparently whoever else felt like it, still insisted on showing up, using the boys' birthday as a pretense for ogling her anomaly of a family.

Her mom hadn't yet gotten over her disapproval of the situation, pointing out every little mess in her home, and questioning every little decision Beth made for the boys. Her friends stood awkwardly about, treating her like she was a different person, like they'd never met her before and didn't know what to say. Her dad kept trying to slip her some cash, while the one set of grandparents she still had left were less subtle in their efforts to talk about her financial situation. And then there were plenty of faces she didn't recognize that had somehow wandered in, acting as if it was their business to be there, casting judgment and whispering comments under their breaths.

Thus, their second birthday was much more private.

Though the people in Beth's life had quieted down by then, she still chose to ignore any questions about planning a party and allowed herself to enjoy a birthday with her sons in peace. Well, in as much peace as five 2-year-old toddlers could manage. They ended up making a disaster of the kitchen as she tried using their help to make a cake. Flour on noses and batter on the walls, the whole bit. It was the most fun she'd ever had with them, the first time she gave herself permission to stop caring about being perfect. She would remember their unrestrained laughter and squeals of glee for years.

The next several birthdays were similarly private and energetic. She couldn't afford gifts and there never seemed to be enough friends for parties, so she made up for it with creative activities to make the day special. Crafts or games were the go-tos, with an occasional movie as they got older and could sit still longer.

Their ninth birthday was the "golden birthday," when their age matched the date, and that year she did splurge a bit and took them to see a soccer game in one of the bigger cities. That was the moment that started it all, the soccer obsession that would overtake their lives for the next several years. All she had wanted to do was distract them from the revelation they'd had earlier that year, about their birth parents and the fact that Echo's birthday was technically two weeks earlier and she'd pretended otherwise this whole time just to keep them from questioning the past until they were ready to understand it. And as a consequence she'd now have to deal with them being distracted by sports every day for the next decade. Oh well.

It wasn't until the were in the double-digits that she started inviting others again. She'd been back on good terms with her parents for a while but they had moved and visits simply weren't as convenient. But with the boys making more friends as they got older, she very well couldn't be that mom who deprived them of what everyone else had, and everyone else had birthday parties. Sure, the decorations were from the dollar store, and the only food she could offer was cheap pizza and a generic sheet cake from Costco, but young kids didn't care about such things. The fact they could say they had a party, and could be allowed to run around with their friends doing who-knew-what, that was enough.

Eventually, teenage angst got in the way, as it often did, so their fifteenth birthday was another tumultuous one. No one could agree on what do to celebrate. Wrecker and Echo wanted to keep things the same and just invite people over. Tech wanted to have more of an interesting outing, such as going to the newly opened cornfield maze. Hunter seemed embarrassed to want to do anything, and Crosshair was set on being contrary and arguing against any idea that was thrown out.

Beth had tried her hand at making a cake again, as a surprise, but ended up being so exhausted with their quarreling that she went to bed early for the night. The boys discovered the cake in the fridge later and felt awful, but not quite enough to snap out of their brooding, bickering personas just yet. No, those would continue to fester for a while longer.

But the nice, fun birthdays got back on track the following year, giving the Batch house a few more years of shared memories before they grew up too much. Eventually they graduated, started traveling, moving away, turning into adults with ambitions and futures. Birthdays wouldn't look quite the same after that.

All Beth could do was cherish the memories... and enjoy her flowers. She wasn't sure who started the tradition - she suspected Echo - but after the first year they had all been apart for their birthday in their twenties, they each started sending her flowers, every September 9th. Even though she hadn't been the one to give birth to any of them, they still felt she deserved some recognition for all the years she'd tried to give them a special day, even amidst any chaos or financial struggle or social awkwardness.

And toward each other, they'd acknowledge their shared day with nothing more than a simple Happy Birthday text in the group chat... Except Echo, who'd teasingly text back, Guess you guys forgot my birthday again...

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“🎶dad’s going to kill you🎶”

I feel like this scene gets twisted & mixed up a lot & part of that is weird ret cons in the comics that I’d prefer not to get into but in the context of the show, let’s remember this is a 7(?) year old. Now as an adult sometimes I’ll laugh at uncomfortable moments (everyone who’s ever been to a Halloween haunted attraction with me knows I giggle maniacally when I’m scared lol) & as a kid it was even worse, laughing when people cried etc. The fact that Azula was only - what? - 5 or 6? 7? idk young - during this scene is easy to overlook because she’s just illustrated her immense intelligence. There’s a reason “gifted kids” are stereotypically socially awkward.

Kids have to learn emotional & social skills at a young age & that gets messed up when intellectual pursuits beyond their developmental stage are pushed. Also, Azula & Zuko’s positions are unique as royals in an imperialistic family. Ursa scolds Azula for violent or cruel behavior & thinks there’s something wrong with her, even though Azula is only acting the way her father encourages her to act. I’ve seen some speculation that Azula maybe didn’t think there was a real possibility that Zuko was in real danger or she’d be more scared. I disagree. She answered Azulon’s questions about the Fire Nation military flawlessly in the scene before this. She’s demonstrated that she understands the royal court with her comments about how Ozai could become Firelord. She’s also shown that she can be casual about death with her lack of reaction to Lu Ten’s death. These aren’t moral condemnations, they’re observations about her behavior.

“Azula didn’t understand that Zuko might really die” is a fine theory but I think Azula is too smart for that. I also think we have to remember what a master she is of hiding her true emotions behind a mask. She’s so good at it she can even lie to Toph, who can feel when people lie. Azula doesn’t always lie but Azula always keeps her emotions close to her chest, she’s been conditioned to believe she has to. That’s why the breakdown hurts so bad. Years of repressed hurt & fear are spilling out over her broken edges.

Azula understands the questions Azulon asks her, she’s being taught about the Fire Nation & it’s values, she knows what Azulon is capable of doing. I interpret Azula as fully understanding what’s happening. I think that’s why she tries to tease & goad Zuko into running away. It’s often ignored that regardless of how she goes about it, Azula ultimately saves Zuko’s life by talking about what she overheard. I also think she fully understood the potential repercussions. She wasn’t supposed to spy on that conversation & she knew it. She knew she was committing treason by sharing private plans made by the Firelord, let’s give her credit for her intelligence & understanding of politics.

I interpret Azula as having fully understood the situation. However, I don’t think she’s a soulless monster for laughing & teasing Zuko about it, even if it’s completely understandable that Zuko wouldn’t know how to interpret this behavior & in the aftermath, probably considers it a traumatic memory. Even years later, he chants “Azula always lies,” the mantra he said to himself that night, even though Azula wasn’t lying then. I want to be clear that I’m not discounting how traumatic this was for Zuko to hear, or for him to lose his mother & watch Azula act blasé about it afterward (even if we later see that losing Ursa affected Azula too. the emotional distance between the siblings is a tragedy. they could have been there for each other, but their situation prevented it.) Still - back to my original point - Azula isn’t emotionally mature at this point in the story. We learn in “The Beach” that even as a teen she still hasn’t learned how to behave in social settings. Why would she understand as a small child how to convey horrifying information to her brother in a proper way when she wasn’t even equipped to emotionally process what she heard herself?

The tragedy is that after Ursa leaves, the distance between Azula & Zuko grows. I can just picture them both laying in their separate rooms, thinking about that night. Azula knows that Zuko could have died, & it feels like Mom blamed her, & Mom never said goodbye to her & she doesn’t know why. The last interaction they had was Mom scolding her, & Mom always thought she was a monster…. She could become disposable to Dad too, it could happen if she doesn’t keep outdoing Zuko…. She has to always be the best, or she could be treated like Zuko….

And Zuko just keeps hearing that sing song voice in the back of his mind. Azula would have laughed if he died. Azula always hated him, & only cares about outdoing him & Mom is gone & he’s left with Dad, who only ever looks at him with disappointment & disdain… Azula keeps saying “you’ll never catch up” & the mocking hurts so bad… it’s not fair how Azula is so adored & loved & he’s all alone, he has no one… Uncle Iroh is around again, but he’s different after Lu Ten’s passing. quiet. Distant… Zuko just wants to make his father proud but the task feels more impossible every day. Then one day he begs to go into a war meeting, he wants to show that he understands the Fire Nation military. He wants to make his father proud. But what the men are saying is horrible & he just has to speak up….

#fire siblings meta #fire family meta #sorta???? idk what this is lmao #it started as me saying I think azula did understand what was happening when she warned Zuko #but then I kept rambling as I’m known to do

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