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arlana-likes-to-write · 17 days

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oh god i think i have an idea for kate x yelena x reader??

maybe something before the 3 kids?

(i was on twitter the other day and i read about people saying the importance of feeling represeted in fics, and i thought about this lately, so uhm from my pov, i would like to uhm propose like a reader with maybe selfharm addiction??? maybe reader doesn't say that she relapsed because kate and yelena have other thoughts like missions and mission reports and hard training and she do not want to be a burden??? but like she doesn't realize that she matters more than all those things to Kate and Yelena and almost towards the end reader can no longer hold the weight inside and one evening she confesses it to them??? gosh this is a lot i know lol

(I HAVE TOTALLY NO IDEA IF YOU WRITE ABOUT THIS TOPICS if not im sorry for the request but this is something that is stuck with me but im getting better, so yeah sorry)

Take My Hand

This is a prequel to Domestic Life but can be read as a standalone.

Warning: mention of past and current self-harm, online bulling, self deprecating thoughts, poor self image, implied sexual content (Kate and Yelena are down bad for their girlfriend), pet names (princess; baby, babygirl)

Breathe. Breathe. Take five breaths in and five out. Your hands shook every time you passed your brush through your hair. The only sound your brain was registering was the music Kate demanded to play so you all could get ready. There was a party at the Avenger Tower; some active Avengers were invited, along with politicians and other top-dog individuals in the city. You weren’t worried about that. You spent so many years in customer service that you could talk to anyone smoothly. It was the media that worried you.

The world knew that Kate and Yelena were dating; they were among the most talked about couples behind Natasha and Maria. You’ve spent hours scrolling through blogs created for them where random people reposted pictures and kept updated on every aspect of their lives. It was a little weird. It was always Yelena and Kate, Hawkeye and the White Widow for a few years. Recently, they’ve hinted at a third in their relationship that many blogs caught on to. That third was you, and for the past five months, the two superheroes kept you out of the public eye. They wanted to keep you to themselves. Everything changed now that Kate wanted to take you on dates.

You were anxious. Compared to the likes of the Avengers, you were a no-one. Just a small-town girl who got lucky their car broke down in your town.

Suddenly, Kate’s arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush to her chest. “Where did your mind run off to, Princess?” Her chest rumbled after each word, and her lips tickled you underneath your ear.

“Just,” you giggled. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” You tried to escape, but Kate held you tighter and rubbed soothing circles onto your skin.

“Princess,” she warned. “You know the rules.” In your opinion, it was a stupid rule, but you knew it was to foster better communication between you three.

“Just nervous,” you answered honestly. Kate nodded your head and hummed in agreement.

“So am I,” she admitted. You looked at her in shock. “I am,” she smiled. “Everyone is going to see how much hotter and cooler my girlfriend is than me, and they are going to convince her to leave me,” she looked directly at you, so you knew who she was talking about. With a roll of your eyes, you faced back towards the mirror.

“You are such a dork, Bishop,” you mumbled.

“I’m telling the truth,” she turned around slightly but still had her arms on you. “Yelena,” she called out. “Tell our girl she’s the prettier one out of the three of us.” How Kate called you ‘our girl’ made you feel warm and fuzzy. Through the mirror, you saw the blonde appeared in the doorway. She decided on a green cocktail dress that matched the color of her eyes. She smiled at you.

“I am ready to keep the vultures off of her,” she said. “Because she is ours.” It was ridiculous. The so-called vultures would be after your girlfriends, and you would have to fight them away. Still, you believed them. It was the way they looked at you, the way they touched you. You never felt more loved.

The party was going well. You mingled with team members you saw less frequently and listened to some of the politicians on their upcoming policies. You preferred talking to the Avengers over them. At first, one of your girlfriends stayed with you, but you ensured they enjoyed themselves.

So you were standing with Maria, nursing a drink that Yelena made for you. The blonde had a heavy pour when it came to her bartending skills. Maria told you a story about Yelena and Natasha; somehow, the blonde’s white suit accidentally turned pink when it was Natasha’s turn to do laundry. The sudden smirk on the agent’s face gave your girlfriend away. Kate moved behind you, and you could smell the alcohol on her breath. “Ignore me,” she whispered. “Pretend I’m not here and keep having your conversation.” That was easier said than done, but Maria kept talking, and you tried to focus on it.

Sober Kate was touchy and flirty but knew when to dial it back in public. Drunk Kate was a completely different beast. Her one goal was to make you a flustered mess. She was doing it now. “You look so good,” she mumbled, and goosebumps formed on your skin. “Fuck, I wanna rip this top off and fuck you right here,” you took a sip of your drink to hide the whimper that threatened to escape. “I want everyone here to know you are ours. Too many of these pigs have their eyes all over you.” She was how when she got jealous and possessive.

“Detka,” you weren’t sure when Maria was replaced with Yelena. Her hand was on your chin, and her fingers were cold. A shiver went down your spine. “Are you okay?” You nodded.

“Kate is drunk and horny,” you smiled and ignored the gasp the archer let out. Yelena let out an amused chuckle and leaned closer to your lips.

“I can say I am not surprised with how good you both look,” you watched her green eyes darken before she kissed your lips. Kate let out a breathy groan.

“Would it be inappropriate to leave now?” The archer asked. “I need you both.” You giggled against Yelena’s lips.

“I think we’ve shown our face long enough,” it was all the consent Kate needed before dragging you to the elevator. You pretended to ignore every Avenger’s knowing looks.

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A week had passed since the party, and you made it your mission to stay off social media. You focused on your job, studies, and relationship with Yelena and Kate. Everything felt great. When you entered the break room, a few coworkers suddenly stopped talking. “What?” You asked as you opened the fridge to put your lunch in. “Do I have a hickey on my neck again?” Kate left one on your neck when she refused to let you go to work. Your coworkers had a field day for the next few days after.

“No hickey this time,” Tina said with her phone in her hand. “We saw this online and thought you had the right to know.” You took her phone, and you stared at a blog. It was a picture from the party which you’ve seen before. Natasha sent it to you, and you made it your lock screen. Yelena stood in front of you with Kate hanging onto your back. The blonde’s finger was on your chin, and her lips barely touched yours.

“It’s a cute picture of the three of you,” Tina said. Your coworkers knew of your relationship with the two Avengers. It was hard to keep it a secret from them when Kate and Yelena liked to surprise you at work. “It’s the comments we were reading.”

Curiosity killed the cat, right? That was the only part of the phrase people remembered. A part of you knew better to read them. The opinions of random people online did not matter, but you were curious about what your coworkers read. So you scrolled down.

It was nice to see some positive comments. They liked how happy Kate and Yelena seemed. They said you fit in well with them. But it was the negative comments that outweighed the good. To the comments, you were a whore, a homewrecker, a slut, and they could not understand what Kate and Yelena saw in you. They picked at every flaw they saw in the picture.

You handed the phone back to Tina. “You know what they say,” Tina smiled. “Those who pick on others are just jealous and self-conscious of themselves.”

“Right,” you said. “Now, enough gossip,” you teased. “Let’s get to work.”

When you entered your shared apartment, it was quiet. Not even the dogs were home to greet you. On any other day, you would be sad that you were alone, but you needed the tie to get your head on straight before everyone returned home.

You went into the bathroom, stripped out of your work uniform, and stepped into the shower. The water ran hot, and you watched your skin turn red from the temperature. When your body was clean, you stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you. You wiped the condensation off the mirror and stared at your reflection.

Maybe the comments were correct. You could stand to lose weight, eat a little better, or change how you dress. The constant battle of your self-image was something you struggled with your entire life. You weren’t the most popular, prettiest, or smartest in high school. Your family lived paycheck to paycheck, so that you couldn’t afford the name-brand clothes. Every day, you compared yourself to those around you, and those on top of the social hierarchy smelt out of your weakness.

They added to your deteriorating self-image. You felt out of control as you slipped deeper and deeper into the abyss. You needed to get control back. One night, when your mother was at work, you took a razor to the thighs and watched the blood form at the surface. It scared you at first, seeing you bleed by your hand. You promised it would never happen again. But it was a habit you could not easily break when it was the only thing to release the pressure on your chest.

The pressure was back. You entered your shared bedroom and pulled out a small gift box from your Black Widow girlfriend. Inside was a knife with her and Kate’s initials carved into the hilt. Before your rational mind took over, you dragged the blade across the top of your thigh. With each cut you made, the pressure was less, and your mind was less dark.

You glanced up from the couch when the apartment door opened. The pup’s feet running against the wood made you smile. It was your only warning before a one-eyed golden retriever jumped on top of you. The air was pushed out of your lungs as he covered your face with kisses. “Lucky, stop!” You laughed and tried to push him off. “Get off!”

“Alright, don’t suffocate her,” Kate pulled the dog off of you and wiped the drool off your face with a towel. “Missed you today,” the archer mumbled and bent down to kiss you. You would welcome her lips on your any other day, but today, they felt wrong. The kiss turned your stomach.

“Missed you too,” you said. Kate moved your legs, sat down, and placed them on her lap. The sudden movement caused the fabric of your sweatpants to rub against the bandages. You winced, but both of your girlfriends missed it except Fanny. The American Akita was watching you closely. “I ordered food from that Thai place. I didn’t feel like cooking,” you went back to doom scrolling on your phone and missed the look between Kate and Yelena.

“Is everything okay, dorogoy?” You heard Yelena ask from the kitchen. You hummed in response, barely paying attention to what Yelena asked.

“Hey,” you were surprised by your phone being ripped out of your hands by the blonde. The Russian ignored the pout on your lips and put your phone on the table out of reach. “That was mean.”

“No, what is mean is that there is something wrong, and you are not telling us,” Yelena knelt by your head. “We have this rule for a reason, detka,” you looked at the archer, hoping your other girlfriend would save you. She stayed quiet but squeezed your thighs for support. You huffed, threw your head back, and felt tears burn at the corner of your eyes.

“It’s stupid,” you said. “Work just sucked, and both of you deal with much bigger problems than mine and-” Yelena quieted you with a gentle hand on your cheek as she pushed away your tears.

“Never think your problems at work are less than ours because we do different things,” the blonde said. “They are still important.”

“Besides,” you turned your attention to Kate, a playful smile on her face. “I could never be as polite and nice to some of the assholes you deal with,” she was able to make you smile. “Baby girl, you are a saint in your work.” You rolled your eyes and wiped away some of your tears.

“Do you want me to get you some food, and we can cuddle on the couch?” Yelena snapped her fingers. “We can watch the show with the talking dog and his high human?” You titled your head and narrowed your eyes at the blonde.

“Do you mean Scooby-Doo?” You questioned.

“Yes!” Yelena smiled. “Come, Kate Bishop, help me with food,” the Black Widow dragged the archer to the kitchen. You chuckled and reached for your phone.

Yes, work sucked, so you told the truth. Your mood turned as soon as you read those comments. The half-truth tasted bitter in your mouth. But this was your problem to fix. Yelena and Kate were Avengers, and you were a nobody.

“Princess, where are you going?” Kate asked from her spot on the couch. You were putting on your sneakers and placing a leash on Lucky.

“Taking Lucky for a walk. I’ll be right back.”

“It’s Sunday,” she said very slowly. “It’s not your day,” you shrugged.

“Just want to stretch my legs,” you said. “I’ll be back.” You felt the apartment before Kate could say another word. You used the stairs to warm up, stretching as you went down. You broke into a slow jog when you hit the sidewalk.

It was a new addition to your routine. Sometimes, you wake up early or stop by the gym after work. Some nights, you skipped on your sweet treat. If your girlfriends noticed the change and were worried about it, they kept it to themselves.

You were making progress, but you still cringed when you saw yourself naked compared to your girlfriends. Every flaw you saw was heightened, and you felt disgusted by yourself. Each time those thoughts entered your mind, the only way they left was when the blade came out and moved against your flesh.

The guilt was suffocating, and you wanted to climb into your girlfriend’s arms to forget all of your problems. But the dark voices in your head overpowered every rational thought.

“That was good,” Wanda said. “Why don’t we call it there?” You felt gross with the sweat dripping down your back, and your muscles ached. Training with Wanda was making faster progress than on your own. There was a deadline. With another gala happening in 2 weeks, you wanted to look better. You needed to look better for your mental health. You shook your head.

“I can keep going,” you said, stretched out of your sides, and took a deep breath. You needed to keep going.

“Breaks are good,” Wanda said. “They help your body recover and prevent injuries.” Logically, you knew she was right. Your body wasn’t used to this training, and you needed to work up your strength and endurance. But your mind was too dark to think logically. She saw you as weak and lesser, just like everyone else in those comments. This was a mistake. You weren’t an Avenger; you were just a nobody who got lucky. Wanda must have thought you were pathetic.

“Yeah,” you forced a smile. “Sounds good. Same time tomorrow,” you left the training area and headed for Yelena and Kate’s room before she could say anything else.

“Kate Bishop, give me the cup,” Yelena reached for the smoothie cup, but the archer held it above her head out of reach.

“No!” The archer laughed at the pout on the blonde’s face. “She asked me to make her workout smoothie, and you will put healthy stuff in it. She deserves a sweet treat!” The sound of Wanda’s laughter forced the archer to look away.

“Are you going to help me, Maximoff, or just stand there?” Yelena asked. The witch shook her head.

“I am not getting involved with this. But,” she sat in the empty seat. “I think you both need to check on your other half.” The duo turned serious when she mentioned that you and Kate had placed the cup on the counter.

“Was she hurt?” Kate asked, and her anxiety only lessened slightly when Wanda shook her head.

“Not exactly, but I would go check on her,” Wanda sighed. “I didn’t do it on purpose, but my powers wandered into her mind during the workout. They weren’t very nice thoughts about her image.” Yelena sighed.

“I knew we should have confronted her about this,” the blonde said. “She has been off since we had that Thai food,” Wanda left the couple and told them that if they needed anything, they should come get her. Kate put her hands on her hips.

“It must be bad if she hid it from us. We have that rule.”

“We must be smart about this and get our girl back.”

It was only a matter of time before they came to find you. You were sloppy around Wanda and let your thoughts get too loud. You had time to take a shower, change into comfy clothes, and sit on the edge of the bed. Picking at the skin of your thighs helped as it was unwise to take the blade you hid in your side of the dresser. The action was mindless and soothing. You missed the door opening, and Kate grabbed your hands. “Hi, Princess,” the archer whispered. “Are you here with us?” You felt Yelena sit down next to you.

“Yeah, I’m here,” you whispered, and your head fell onto Yelena’s shoulder. “I’m tired.” The blonde hummed in agreement.

“You have been hiding something from us, data,” the blonde softly spoke. “You might feel better if you told us the truth,” you closed your eyes as you felt tears form in them.

“It’s so stupid,” you said. “I’m so stupid.”

“Hey,” you opened your eyes to look at Kate. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that. I think she is brilliant and beautiful.” You smiled at the goofy look on her face. Sighing, you knew it was the right thing to do. Everything felt so heavy.

“A week after the Stark party, a picture of the three of us circled one of those Avenger blogs that report on you,” you took a deep breath in and out. “My coworkers found it and showed me. Some of the comments were awful towards me. They highlighted everything I hated about myself.”

“Why did you not tell us about this?” Yelena asked. She tried to mask the hurt in her voice, but you heard it. You never wanted to hurt them by hiding this.

“I worried if I told you, you would see that they saw and leave me,” you admitted. “I wanted to fix what was broken before you saw it. I am a nobody compared to you.” You angrily wiped your face.

“Princess, take my hand,” you gave one hand to Kate and the other to Yelena. “Nothing about you is broken. Those assholes are jealous and spiteful,” you knew that. You knew that from the beginning.

“But,” Yelena pushed loose hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. “Our mind is our biggest enemy, right?” You nodded. “You are our missing piece. We are whole because of you.”

“But I’m not an Avenger or a hero or—” Kate hushed you gently, moving her thumb across her lips.

“We don’t want you to be a hero,” The archer said firmly. “We want and need you to be you because you are a constant reminder of life outside of fighting and Avenging.”

“You are the reason we come home after every mission,” Yelena added, kissing the tears that fell down your cheek.

“We need you, baby,” Kate smiled. “And we will remind you every day.” She kissed the scars on your thighs, and the simple action caused more tears to leave your eyes. “Where is the blade, baby?” You weakly pointed to the dresser. Yelena quickly stood up and went to find it. Kate maneuvered you to lie down on the bed with her arms tightly around you. There was more to discuss, more things you needed to work through. Right now, you felt safe in your girls’ arms.

The night of the Gala, you felt your normal nerves with all the eyes and cameras on you. But Yelena and Kate quieted every doubt that entered your mind. As much as they said they needed you, you needed them.

#yelena belova x kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x kate bishop #yelena belova x reader #kate bishop x reader #yelena belova x you #kate bishop x you #yelena belova #kate bishop

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appendectomy · 10 months

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the house/cuddy relationship is also so interesting because a big part of the essence of 'doom' that the writers give their relationship is also based in direct comparison to the not-doomed-ness of house/wilson. there are so many moments where it feels to me that the writers are grabbing me by the shoulders, shaking me and going 'look!!! look at them and compare them look at how different these two dynamics are'.

one of the most obvious examples of this is in 7x09 when house is trying to get out of hanging out with wilson and going to cuddy's birthday dinner at the same time. cuddy outright asks 'you have to choose one of us,' and house replies 'i choose wilson'. apart from making me giggle, these lines also serve the very obvious purpose of not just being about where house would prefer to spend a thursday evening. it's quite blatant foreshadowing about the fact that, at the end of everything, house always prefers to choose wilson and is more capable of being there for him than he is for anyone else, including romantic partners and especially including cuddy.

the next big example of this that struck me is in 7x15 when cuddy is in surgery. this is an almost word-for-word recreation of the scenario in 6x10 where wilson went into surgery. they both want house to be there, and house struggles to show up both times. we even get this wonderful visual parallel between the two, which is something i've noticed has been talked about a little by other people on here, and so is definitely something I imagine the writers thought about too. with 6x10:

and 7x15:

the key difference between these two situations is house being sober in one, and on drugs in the other. house can be there for wilson and emotionally support him while also being sober, but he cannot do the same for cuddy. this comparison i think is such a clear communication that not only is house's relationship with wilson easier for house to maintain than his relationship with cuddy, but that it is also better for him mentally. with wilson, there isn't an anxiety that he isn't good enough for him the way there is with cuddy, and this just fundamentally fosters a better environment for him as an addict.

this says a lot about house/wilson, but it also says a lot about house's approach to romance versus friendship in general. he places so much more importance on the emotional challenges of a romantic relationship than he does platonic. he spends the whole episode of 7x15 practically agonising over wether cuddy will be ok or not, whereas he spends most of 6x10 telling wilson he's an idiot. he seems to doom himself in romantic relationships by creating so much of his own anxiety: he worries about getting it right, being the man cuddy needs him to be, doing what a good partner should, and it causes him to be unable to actually perform any of these actions without the crutch of being high. this in turn underminines the genuineness of any attempt to be better that he makes in cuddy's eyes. i don't think any of the emotional demands cuddy makes of house are unreasonable at all, but because house is such an emotionally stunted and volatile person he can't approach the very normal expectations of a romantic relationship in any sort of healthy way. the only relationships he can maintain are unconventional ones that don't have these expectations, like his friendship with wilson.

the next example, and the one that is most likely a little bit of a reach, is also in 7x15, specifically in the few dream sequences cuddy has that feature wilson. in the first, she imagines house and wilson as rachel's adoptive fathers (which i've already written a little bit about here if you're interested). then she has another dream set in a black-and-white 50s sitcom where she is the breadwinner, house is the housewife, and wilson is the mailman/milkman (not completely sure which of these he is, but he's definitely one of them). in both of these situations, wilson is the proverbial 'other woman': he takes the place of house's domestic partner in one of the dreams, and in the other he's the mailman/milkman to house's housewife, which traditionally in media is a comedic character pairing that involves the housewife cheating on her working husband with the mailman/milkman. i doubt this symbolism is really that intentional, and i don't think that it's meant to imply any sort of genuine romantic coding between house and wilson, it's probably just a couple of early 2000s gay jokes. but if you critically look at these instances, you can begin to extrapolate a sense that in house's romantic relationships, wilson is always hovering in the background. wilson is always the proverbial 'other woman', someone who's relationship with house is just as important and very likely also easier to maintain for house, just as the inverse is true for wilson as established by testimony from his ex-wife bonnie. i mainly think this inclusion of wilson in these dreams and the deliberate role he plays just serves to remind the viewer that while house and cuddy's relationship is rocky and uncertain, house and wilson's is pretty much constant and inevitable.

the last comment i have on this is about the scene in 7x23 where house crashes his car into cuddy's home. i think you can pretty easily compare wilson and cuddy situationally in this scene: house is putting cuddy in immense danger (though not actually intending on hurting her), whereas in comparison he yells at wilson to get out of the car before he does it. to me, there's an obvious difference there - a deliberate effort to endanger a person vs a deliberate effort to remove a person from danger. and in both instances, house is intentionally causing the danger. it very strikingly reminded me of the scene in 3x07 where house tells wilson to get out of their hotel room before he does something that could incriminate wilson. he specifically tells wilson 'maybe i don't wanna push this til it breaks' in regard to their friendship. house is very cognizant of not pushing wilson away completey, not squandering their relationship once and for all with his dangerous behaviour. but with cuddy, he gets to a point where he actively burns the bridge. the difference to me is sad and clear: house is willing and able to maintain his relationship with wilson. he is not willing and able to maintain his relationship with cuddy. and by comparing the two, each dynamic becomes clearer.

#house md #um.. hiii :)#commentary

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aingeal98 · 1 month

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Idk if you wrote about it in the past, but thoughts about a potential Stephcass wedding? How it would play out, what they wear etc. With those women it could be interesting lol

I'd like to see you tackle that in a story if you wanted to, considering you write fanfiction and did a really good job imo with this ship.

OK so I actually have a detailed idea in my head of how stephcass plays out in the future that starts with them getting together, breaking up because Cass grows even more intense in her commitment to the mission once she becomes Batman, and then a year or two later Cass showing up in Steph's apartment with a kid being like hey I rescued this kid from being forced to be a child assassin but his parents are dead and idk what to do pls help.

And Steph is like we haven't talked in five months are you fucking kidding me. But she's not a monster and Cass looks way over her head so the two of them start kind of coparenting this kid because Cass understands the assassin aspect but she has no idea what school supplies a 10 year old might need. And then one thing leads to another and it turns out Cass may actually be worse at this adoption addiction than Bruce is because despite her firm belief that she is not capable of being a good mother she is also unwilling to Not help any child assassin she meets. And often that includes adoption because there is no other family uniquely capable of understanding the trauma these kids are going through.

(Cass meets an alarming amount of child assassins. She doesn't adopt ALL of them because they don't all need that specific type of help. Steph is still mildly concerned and not just because her apartment is getting way too full even though all the kids technically live at the manor and Steph is just a family friend.)

So in my mind they do everything backwards. They're exes then they're coparents then they're kind of rekindling things and then five years after Cass adopts the first kid she's like hey do you want to have a baby together because I didn't think I'd be a good mom but I actually really love helping these kids and I really like doing this with you and I think I'm actually ready to be both Batman and the mother of a baby. I get why Bruce was scared but I'm built different so I simply won't die and this kid will grow up happy and loved and I'll teach it everything I know and you can teach it important life stuff like what the settings on the washing machine actually mean and why certain clothes need dry cleaning.

And Steph is like woah that's a lot to process but Cass babe you have to ask me on a date first. And Cass is like have we not already been dating for a few years now? And Steph is like no showing up on my doorstep with a kid who needs a good meal, a shower and medical attention is not actually a date. Neither is attending those little league games together or patrolling together. If you're going to ask me to have a baby I'm going to need a ring on this finger and you're going to have to work for it.

So they date, and then they get married, and they have a bunch more kids most of whom are adopted or fostered. By the time Cass is forty she has five kids, the oldest of whom she adopted as a 10 year old and is now 21. And she and Steph have been married for five years technically but have been coparenting for eleven.

The wedding itself would be pretty straightforward, if more extravagant than normal. Cass wears a suit and is mildly uncomfortable with having to talk about her feelings in front of an entire audience. Steph wears a dress and can't stop smiling because god she loves this woman so much even though she can be a dumbass sometimes. Especially because she can be a dumbass sometimes actually.

The whole family is there. Bruce cries. Crystal makes snide but deserved comments at him the entire time. Tim was asked by both women to be their best man and almost spiraled into another self destructive slump from trying to process all the emotions he felt about that. In the end Cass takes Babs with Bruce walking her up the aisle and Steph takes Tim, who still looks mildly terrified throughout the entire ceremony, like one wrong move from him is going to bring the entire building down on top of them.

Two of Cass's enemies do show up to try and ruin the wedding but unfortunately for them they end up making it so much better instead because Cass gets to kiss her wife AND punch some bad guys in the face all in the same event. She's having the time of her life. What the hell was Bruce so afraid of this marriage thing is EASY.

(It's not easy. Cass is able to balance the mission and her family better than Bruce but that doesn't mean problems don't exist. The kids are used to at least one fight every six months where Steph basically yells at Cass for all the ways she's been letting Batman responsibilities come between them and Cass is like psh I don't know what you're talking about and then gets her act together because she does in fact know what Steph is talking about. She takes Steph to Themyscira on a vacation as an apology. She doesn't repeat her mistakes but she does make new ones because it turns out there are infinite ways you can mess up when raising kids especially when your work is being Batman and you're never going to stop. Steph messes up too although her mistakes are less to do with work life balance and more to do with hurtful comments made during arguments that she regrets. It's never anything bad enough to break them up again, and for the most part they're shockingly the most healthy and well adjusted pairing of the family. Damian takes great joy in reminding Tim of this fact.)

I've basically just written an abridged version of a very long fanfic idea that exists in my head haha but thank you very much for giving me the opportunity to ramble about this!

#dc #dc rambles #stephcass #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #asks

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hermesserpent-stuff · 2 months

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Im addicted to found family dynamics. And the Deadpool and wolverine movie apparently.

A story I'm currently twirling in my brain is a little funky au thing but here's the explanation:

Set in the aftermath of Deadpool and wolverine. Major change is that much spiderman isn't there/it's different or it could be forgotten Peter if you want. What ever floats a boat. But my descriptions are not with that in mind? Idk.

Anyways. Wolvie ends up living with Deadpool and al, though he takes the couch most nights and has started working at a movie rental place of all things. He also side hustles at docks and stuff hefting boxes.

One day on his journey home he finds a kid who looks out of it just laying on a park bench. Kid smells like blood and a bit of sickness. He'd leave the guy alone if he didn't see the kid jump up immediately to help a lost little girl find her parents. Wolvie is nothing if not a softie.

Peter is struggling since the death of May and trying to care for himself. He is currently in a foster home but there's too many kids needing too much help so he slips through the cracks and keeps fighting crime, and going to school as best he can. Food is harder to come by and healing gets a lot slower. And so are his reaction times, which means more injurys

Logan bullies this kid into getting some food and then reluctantly let's him go. The next time he sees Peter, kid has a bruised eye and is holding his arm weird. Still smells like blood and a bit more sick. Logan forces the kid to get more food and almost bullies Peter into following him home for medical supplies

Needless to say when he finds Peter passed out he just picks up the teen and drops him on the couch. Al curses Deadpool blinks and wolverine tries to scratch up some bandages which are in short supply because he and Deadpool don't need them

Something something something. Deadpool likes Peter and treats him like a nephew or a son that you haven't seen in ages. Al picks on him a little and warns him about all sorts of bad choices. Wolverine focuses on teaching the kid to scrap and not end up dead.

Deadpool fangirling when he finds out Peter is Spidey and then immediately getting serious and ready to go out and kill the kids villains. Wolverine already out the door to handle a few of them.

Idk family time and dynamics. Feel free to take this or build.

#hermes speaks #deadpool and wolverine #wolverine #deadpool #spider man #found family #a wolverine finds a spider

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𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

featuring: zack foster

cw: praise kink, light degradation, choking, slapping, established relationship, love confessions and stuff, afab reader

18+ content - MDNI

Validation is something Zack never got in his life. And when he tasted it for the first time, he became addicted.

The feeling, the sound of being praised feels like a god damn drug to him, better than hunting, better than his knife between his fingers, better than killing.

Nothing feels better than being told how good he is at what he's doing. That no one can ever be above him.

It overshadows the voice in the back of his head that whispers to him how false that is, that it's simple make believe, the only lie he dares to love.

Because it's your lie, your voice that tells him how good he feels, that you love what he's doing to you, love how he makes you feel. When you say it, it almost makes him believe that he is worth something.

You whine and moan as he buries himself inside of you over and over again, fast and hard enough that he's sure it must hurt at some point.

But you don't tell him to stop, don't look like you need a break.

So he continues, gets more rough when he wraps his hand around your neck and thrusts himself as deep as possible into you, watches your eyes roll back.

He gets drunk off the sight, but seeing how good you feel because of him isn't enough. He craves your voice, wants to hear your beautiful lies, needs words of confirmation.

“You like being fucked like this, huh? Love it how deep I can fuck myself into your little cunt?”

His voice is hoarse and gasping, his eyes clouded with lust as he looks down at you, feels you swallow beneath the grip of his fingers, his lower body fluttering at the way your body sucks him in.

“Yes, fuck- it feels so good- you feel so good inside of me.”

Your words make him hiss, turn him on even more and without really realizing it, he squeezes your neck harder, almost takes your air to breathe.

The urge to destroy you waves through him, to end you first before he himself crumbles to helpless pieces beneath your gaze.

Because you have so much power over him that the simplest look, the faintest scent and sound is enough to make his knees go weak.

With a desperate groan, he changes a bit of his angle, puts your legs against his shoulders and leans forward to get closer to your face, never slowing his pace as he folds you in half.

The new angle makes him slide even deeper into you and you yell out his name, helpless, breathless moans leaving your lips.

He loves how you say his name. You saying it almost makes him like it, almost makes him like a part about himself.

While he leans his nose against yours, his fingers still around your neck, heat collecting between your bodies, he almost loses himself in your eyes, loses himself in their tears and the wide, obedient look they give him.

God, he is so in love. With you, with your eyes, your body, the feeling you give him.

And he wants to hear you say how much you love him back.

“You love my cock, right? Tell me how much you love it to be fucked by my cock, little bitch.”

You part your lips to answer, to give him exactly what he wants, but when he gives your neck another desperate squeeze, you just manage to gasp.

Before you're able to answer, his hand is gone from your neck and lightly hits your cheek, not hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough to leave a stinging feeling that goes straight to your lower body, makes it boil even more than before.

A satisfied moan leaves your mouth and you have to bite your lower lip to suppress the happy grin that dares to form on your lips.

His hand is back around your throat, squeezing harder than before.

“Say it, fucking say it” he hisses against your lips again, a shadow hanging over his already dark gaze.

Oh, how happy you are to give him what he wants.

“I love your cock so much, Zack. It's so good.”

You think to sense the shiver of pleasure that's running down his spine, the way he bites his lip and looks down at you with nothing but pure, helpless lust written in his eyes is enough proof of it.

While he licks through the corner of his mouth, he pulls back a bit slower than before, slowing his pace a little, while his movements keep their harsh and deep kind.

He immediately sees the effect of his thrusts when you let out a loud whine and rise your hands to find a hold at his shoulders, nails digging through the bandages right into his skin.

“Shit, you're so deep inside of me-”

You want to lean forward to push a kiss against his lips, but before you are able to, he pulls back, hand still wrapped around your throat, his weight resting on his knees and his thrusts unwavering as he suddenly allows his other hand to hover over your clit.

When he starts massaging your centre, your back arches off the bed, a loud, surprised moan coming from your throat.

You wrap your fingers around his hand between your legs, give him a begging gaze to wait, uncertain if you crave a relieving end or more of his deep, filling thrusts.

“Wait- I'm coming- Zack-”

Instead of waiting or slowing, the pressure of Zack's finger only increases and the trained circles he draws over the sensitive spot send you to heaven, make you throw your head back.

“Yes, go ahead, come on my cock like the little bitch you are” he breathes out with a shaky voice, fingers trembling around your throat and squeezing a little harder to send you over the edge.

It's all he has to do to make you come undone with a loud whine and while you grab his hand to stop the overstimulation, the fingers of your other hand once more dig into his skin, rip off a part of the bandages, make it hang loose around his arm where it reveals the burned skin beneath.

Even though your eyes plead him to slow down or give you a break, he decides against it, picks up his pace again and leaves you a whimpering, moaning mess.

His mess. The result of him, his touch, his love.

The thought almost makes him come and with a frustrated growl, his fingers grab your throat a little harder again, push you back into the mattress while he leans forward to rest the tip of his nose against yours.

“I love you, fuck, I really love you. You do too, don't you? You love me, right?”

His words are nothing more than a brabbled mess in a cloud of pleasure, almost too many for you to really understand in your high, euphoric state.

Your mind is nothing but starry ecstasy embedded in cozy fog, but you manage to get the words out because you know how much he wants to hear them, how much he deserves to hear them.

Because he's everything to you and you hate how he doubts that sometimes.

You nod quickly, tears in your eyes as you look up at him.

“I love you, I love you so much, Zack.”

No matter how much the words would gross him out usually, it's different with you. Coming from you, it's the most wonderful thing he has ever heard, the thing that heals the deep wound inside of him that he never knew how to soothe before meeting you.

Your words kill him, in a soft, beautiful way and he feels his heart skip a beat, feels warmth seeping through his chest.

His breath is heavy against your lips as he loosens his hand from your throat and rests his weight on one arm next to your body, while he places the other one on your hip, holds you in place as he thrusts into you for the last few times.

“You're so warm. So fucking warm and soft for me, so good, only for me-”

He interrupts himself with a desperate moan, his hips pushing against yours in an almost painful way.

No matter how deeply he moves into you, he craves to crash more of both your limits, eventually becomes frustrated because no words, no touch or action could really show how much he loves, craves, worships you.

“You're mine, only mine, fuck-”

His words get lost in a loud groan, one he barely has enough breath for and his hips twitch against yours as his nails dig into your skin, hold you in place as he comes inside of you, paints your insides white like he wants to leave a mark of himself there forever, to leave an undeniable reminder of his love.

His body trembles and shivers beneath exhaustion and relief and at some point, you ignore the heat between the two of you to put your arms around his neck, enjoy his scent and warmth as he gently leans his head against your shoulder.

“I'm all yours, Zack, All yours” you mumble into his ear, feel him shiver in excitement beneath your lips.

#zack foster #zack foster x reader #angels of death #isaac foster x reader #isaac foster #zack foster smut #smut imagines

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cybersteal · 2 months

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OC SMASH OR PASS

tagged by @harellan 🥰

tagging @katsigian @elvenbeard @wraithsoutlaws @my-alternatevy @kharonion @theloverstemperance (no worries if you don't want to or have already done it ❤️)

rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

BASICS

Full Name: Viceroy De’Angelo Torres

Nickname: V, to anyone not a family member

Age: 27 in 2077

Height: 6’/182 cm

Eyes: Colour matched his Kiroshis to his natural dark green

Gender: Cisgender man

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Pansexual

PROS

Is tall and strong; you need something heavy from the top shelf, he’s got you covered, (but he’ll tease you the whole time).

Fosters a sense of community where-ever he goes! He has pals and acquaintances all over, even in some really hostile areas. Because of this, he’s very resourceful, and always knows a guy who knows a guy.

Have something you’re incredibly passionate about? Congrats! He’s passionate about it now too, and will listen to you talk about your interests for hours.

Is surprisingly patient with people in difficult situations (who didn't seemingly get themselves into said situation), and doesn’t take most things personally. Thick-skinned softie.

Enjoys every genre of music, and I do mean, every genre. Put on your fave tunes without fear of judgement, he’ll always jam out with you!

Isn’t afraid of looking silly if it makes you laugh! He’s secure enough in himself that he’s always comfortable in his own skin, and there’s very little he’s not willing to do to cheer you up.

Is very intense in bed, and tends to get wholly lost in the experience. When he wants you, he wants you bad.

CONS

Is an addict, straight up. Alcohol is the big one, but he also smokes, and uses hard drugs (bar synthcoke after a bad batch almost killed him) and while he’s self-aware enough to know he’s an addict, he isn’t interested in getting clean any time soon.

Has an explosive temper, and a very provocative sense of humour. He has to be reminded to censor himself in situations where it isn’t appropriate, and his anger is very hard to rein in.

Has a very fucked up sleep schedule; in fact, he doesn’t have much of a routine at all. There’s no rhyme or reason to his availability, as he’ll go off to do a gig at 3AM just as easily as 3PM, simply because he wants to, and will just sleep whenever he’s tired for maybe 5-6 hours.

It’s On Sight™ with some folk, and nothing you say will deter him. He’ll go looking for fights when he’s aggravated instead of trying any other, healthier coping mechanism.

Is a natural flirt, and sometimes doesn’t realise just how far he goes with it.

Left to his own devices, he will do some gonk shit if he gets bored. Tends to run toward danger, instead of away from it. Thanks to his heavy-duty protective cybernetics, he sometimes thinks he’s invincible. He’s a reckless driver, and has never really fostered any sense of self-preservation to speak of regarding speed, heights, or running his mouth.

Will hyper-fixate on something to the degree that he won’t answer calls or texts for hours. Doesn’t really feel any urgency to work on that either.

EXTRAS

Has serious FOMO and can’t really keep his nose out of things once he gets wind of them. He’s got a knack for getting himself involved in everything.

Is almost always playing music, or is humming or singing something under his breath. Can’t fucking stand silence.

Enjoys trashy tv – he watches shows like Watson Whore and Little Big Corporats religiously.

Eats a lot of junk food and if given the choice will always pick the nastiest, greasiest item on the menu.

His sense of fashion can be a bit much sometimes, and while he usually manages to pull his wacky outfits off, he understands not everyone else will vibe with it. Just don’t cramp his style.

Owns a frankly ridiculous amount of sunglasses. Yes, you can borrow them.

His love languages are words of affirmation, and physical touch.

propaganda time;

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk v #oc: vice de'angelo #my screenshots #damn bro if anything this has just made me realise how inconsistent my lighting and colouring is lmaooooooo #calling myself out here jfc #thanks for the tag aaaaaaaaaaaa

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astrologicalsstuff · 2 years

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Best parts about the worst placements

Signs in their debilitation:(

Sun in libra

These people can be so social. You are the mediators. I don’t know a lot of libras but from my experience they always seem to better the lives of the people around them. These people really put their all into fostering their connections with people. They can be so funny and truly caring.

Moon in scorpio

These people are great listeners. People who ask questions and genuinely want to know the answer. Attentive and determined. This placement wants to know everything about the people in their life and will know when somethings up just because they know you and nothing gets passed them. Scorpio moon can also be protective over their loved ones. Will stand up for you. They won’t shy away from the ugly stuff either, they want to know the depths of you and can be completely non-judgemental.

Mercury in Pisces

These people can be geniuses. These people are known for the way they think outside of the box for better and worse. True visionaries, people who come up with abstract concepts that nobodies ever thought of. Can be artists and poets but also see the world in a unique way and can be good at maths and sciences. Open minded in a way where they don’t deny anything off of not knowing the full context. The pace of these individuals minds tends to be different than the people around them which may often times make them feel like they’re incapable but these people can be so witty.

Venus in Virgo

This placement can know their worth and makes a great friend. Eventhough this placement usually indicates low self esteem they tirelessly work to better themselves and want a partner that reflects this development. This placement can make for the most beautiful people because of the amount of detail they use when taking care of themselves. This sign won’t settle for less but won’t take you for granted either. They may not be the most openly affectionate but will literally do anything for the person they love. These people can easily stay out of drama because they most likely think way too much about it before they get with someone. This usually goes one of two ways. These people can be very innocent and care very much about sex and embody the virgin archetype or the complete opposite and be total sex addicts who are quite freaky. Best gift givers because they know people so well. They really focus on their partners and remember details. They genuinely seek to improve the lives of the people in their life and don’t ask for a lot in return.

Mars in cancer

Mars here can make a very non confrontational person. Mars can also show the strength of your enemies so with this placement is honestly pretty trusting in people. They love to take care of people and will always support the underdog. These people can almost always see your side of the argument as well which makes it harder for them. Arguments are rarely diminished as this placement can depict a lot of devils advocates, but their frustration probably comes from their internal conflict. I think this placement normally gets frustrated with other peoples inability to give them the same respect. Cancer mars understands why your mad and takes that to heart but hides their feelings so it doesn’t invalidate yours. People don’t understand how much patients this sign actually has. They are known for their emotional outbreaks because it builds up a lot over time. This is where the build up happens they can feel unheard or unappreciated. This placement has a nurturing instinct and really cares about your feelings. And their biggest enemy is probably in the home life probably the mother. I’ve seen a lot with this placement a significant care taker(mother) who would just get more mad with any kind of response so these natives learned to respond with silence. Sometimes instead of getting mad these placements will just cut people out of their life. Can be very conflict avoidant.

#astrology #astro observations #astro placements #love astrology #synastry #astro chart #astroblr #venus #8th house

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For the Longest Time: Chapter 8 part 1

William Miller x Fem!OC (Lorelei Giang)

Masterlist : Triple Frontier Masterlist :Playlist

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Summary: It's time for the charity ball... things are never easy.

Warnings: So much drama. Lorelei is pregnancy horny. Alice is causing problems with everyone, talk of Jana's addiction, Alice being a massive bitch. Emotional abuse, pinching (its not fun and cute), shaming eating and weight gain, slut shaming. Lorelei's emotional unavailability, Will lack of focus.

A/N: This and the next one were supposed to be one, but then i got to this end and im like.... so much happens already. Gotta spread this out. So, we got this chapter, then 2 more, then the grand finale with the Garcia-Dumas wedding.

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It was a little tense in the room, to say the least.

A month after Benny’s “it wasn’t a suicide attempt! I handled a break up and my dads death and losing my best friend a very normal amount!”, Benny stayed in rotation with the guys. With Lorelei living in what used to be Ben’s room and Laci and Santi having a foster child for a week, the first week was going to be staying with Frankie and Jana. It went great for a total of 2 days before he got back together with Alice. Laci didn’t even have a chance to talk to him alone yet.

It was the fundraiser ball in the city, all 4 of the guys renting rooms next to each other in a hotel so no one had to worry about driving, and Jana had begged and pleaded for this to be a whole getaway. Rosie, their 3 year old they adored, was… three. And a lot. Jana’s brother offered to take her for a weekend so her and Frankie could rest.

The guys were getting ready in Frankie’s suite room which was connected to Santi’s by a door. The Miller boy’s rooms were connected by a door too that would remain unlocked since Ben was likely going to be drinking and Will couldn’t trust Alice to take care of him properly.

Yes, Alice was getting ready with the rest of them. Initially, Lorelei and Jana said a hard and fast NO. Lorelei knew she couldn’t exactly blame Alice for Ben almost dying in Will’s arms, but the sight of Will crying, holding his baby brother’s limp body was something that haunted her. Between that, her treatment of Laci and forcing Ben to pretty much cut her off, knowing she bullied Ben so severely and was homophobic, she wanted her out of their lives. However, it was the point about Ben and Laci that convinced them to allow her in. Laci cried and begged for Alice to be able to get ready with them, because Laci though if she was just nice enough, was just friendly and welcoming enough to Alice, she could have her best friend back. Ben was still going to be her man of honor at her wedding.

Alice had said yes, Ben can be in the room while Jana and Laci get ready, but they have to change separately, of course, and Laci couldn’t be alone with Ben, Jana or one of the guys had to be there. As if Laci would ever cheat on Santi, nonetheless on their wedding. Stupid. Laci didn’t want to lose her best man, and she hoped to get pregnant on the wedding night and hope Ben would be an uncle to the child the way he was to Rose.

So, she was here.

Laci was having a little trouble with her hair. When she was taken, she lost a lot of hair from starvation, and in the last year it began to grow back with Santi’s gentle and through care for her nutrition and health. This left her with regrowth, and complicated hair.

“Can I help you?” Lorelei offered. Lorelei’s hair was already done, having left it in heatless curlers all day and only needed a touch up to create Veronica Lake peek-a-boo bangs.

Laci enthusiastically agreed, smiling as Lorelei pulled her hair back, creating a loose updo with her pre-curled hair, being sure to cover up her scar as best she could per Laci’s request.

“You’re good at this.” Laci complimented.

“Thank you, I love beauty. Do you know what you’re doing for the wedding?”

Laci smiled at the mention of the wedding in little more than a month. “Kinda. I think I’m gonna just do soft waves. Everything is pretty casual, honestly. Backyard wedding and all. My usual hair stylist, Bre, she’s gonna actually be at the wedding so I don’t want her to have to worry about anything enjoying the day.”

“I can do your hair. Make-up too if you want.”

She smiled even brighter. “Really? You’re so good at makeup and hair, I’d love it!”

“Of course. I enjoy it, no trouble at all.”

Laci and Lorelei talked hair and make-up options, Laci still wanting to keep things pretty simple, but Lorelei mentioned extensions since Laci wanted length.

“I’m gonna cut it again after the wedding. I really prefer it short much shorter, you know how it was when I first met you last year?”

Alice spoke from where she was applying lipstick. “What does Santi like?”

“Hm?” Laci turned to her, looking nervous but smiling. Lorelei and Jana looked at each other.

“Like, does he like your hair short? I that why you cut it?”

“Oh, no, that’s not- I cut it short last year and I just like it so much better.”

“But what does Santi like?”

Jana answered for her. “It doesn’t fucking matter what Santi likes, it’s here hair.”

“But that’s her fiance”

“I never asked…”

“He can’t keep his hands to himself for two seconds no matter what she looks like, she’s fine.”

Alice seemed to be considering her next words. “You’re right, I’m sure he loves you even if he doesn't like your hair.”

Oh for fucks sake.

Jana sighed, standing up and shaking her head before walking to the door connecting her room with the guys and knocking. “Are you all decent, cielo? I need my setting spray.”

Alice was not done causing problems. “Can you put on a robe?”

Jana paused, slowly turning around. Lorelei glanced at Laci, clearly tense, but there was no stopping a pissed off Jana. “Huh?”

“I mean, you’re in your underwear.” Alice gestured at Jana. She was wearing shorts and a sports bra. Her usual clothes minus and unbuttoned shirt. “It’s kinda disrespectful” She looked to Laci. “I doubt Laci wants you walking around like that in front of her fiance.”

Laci whispered something about trusting Santi, but no one was listening. Jana was facing away from the door as it opened, all 4 of the guys listening in at the argument.

“I have known these men,” she threw a thumb back “for 15 years. Laci does not care about how I dress around Santi because we fucking served together, you think we havn’t seen each other in our underwear? I saw his dick once, against my fucking will because the dumbass didn’t lock the door. We are waaaaayyyy past them seeing me in shorts, and I have whipped a tit out to breastfeed in front of every single one of them. All of them.” She turned around, pointing at Will. “You’ve seen my nipples, right?”

Will blushed, avoiding anyone's eyes but had a small smile on his face. He loved Jana’s crazy. “Yes ma’am”

Jana turned back, “If I wanted to fuck then, I’d have fucked them by now.”

But Alice wasn’t dropping it. “I just think you could dress less…”

“Less what?”

“Slutty”

Frankie had been standing aside, knowing Jana preferred to handle things herself in contrast to Laci liking Santi’s fierce protection, but he drew the line at insults at her. “Hey, that’s enough.”

Jana simply held out a hand, stopping her boyfriend. There was a deadly silence for a moment. Jana was a little hotheaded, but as a mature and educated adult she thought through her words. “Yes, I am a slut, Alice.” She started. “I’ve slept with dozens of men and women, and I’m not ashamed of that, I refuse to be ashamed of something that didn’t hurt anyone when I was single. But Frankie is my boyfriend, and he will be my husband. I am completely loyal to him, and only him, and he trusts me. And I trust him. I can be alone with Santi just like he can be alone with Laci, a trust you don’t afford Ben.”

“It’s a respect thing, Jana. Ben respects me enough to listen. You clearly don’t respect me or Frankie if-”

Jana dropped her shorts to the floor, exposing cheetah print underwear. Kicking them away, she walked right into the boys room to grab her setting spray. Laci and Santi’s eyes connected after both checking her ass out. It was a great ass, they could not lie. Jana got her spray, kissed Frankie with an open mouth kiss and tongue, and walked back into the room to change into her dress.

Alice shut her mouth.

When the door shut, effectively leaving the surprised men separated from the girls and their conflicts again, Frankie took off his ballcap and began smacking Santi.

“OW! What the hell, Fish!” Santi whined.

“Fuck you doing looking at her ass!” He said, beating his friend.

“I’m sorry! It’s not my fault she’s-”

“Don’t say it!”

“Will looked too!” Santi pointed to Will, throwing his friend under the bus.

Frankie paused, slowly turning to Will who held up his hands, laughing “Hey man, I can’t lie, I did look.”

“If we’re being honest…” Ben chimed in. “I might have taken a peak.”

Frankie groaned and scrubbed his face.

Santi patted his back. “Sorry you have a hot girlfriend, I guess.”

That did not comfort him.

When the guys went back to geting dressed, teasing Frankie, something caught Will’s eye when Benny peeled off his shirt.

“Jesus, Ben! What the hell is that!” Will stands up, and Ben tries to pull down his shirt again, Will catches it. On his side was a big purple bruise right at the bottom of his rib cage.

Frankie whistles lowly. “Fuck, Benjamin, where the hell you get that?”

Ben yanked his shirt down. “Leave me alone! It was from the fight I got my black eyes?”

Will’s eyebrow raised at that. “You said you hit your eye falling into the counter.”

“Yeah, um, I hit the counter too.” He was avoiding Will’s eyes, but caught Santi’s. As Will railed at him and prodded and asked question, Ben tuned him out, only looking at Santi. Santiago, someone he admired so intensely, someone he loved, someone, for a period of time, Ben thought he could have a future with… But that, like his plans with Cam, never panned out. He had Alice now, and that’s what he deserved.

Ben stormed off to the bathroom where he finished dressing.

Will moved to go after him, but Frankie put a hand on his chest. “Not now, man.”

“But-”

Frankie shook his head. “Leave it for another day. We got a nice night ahead of us with beautiful women and each other, okay? Remember what you want to do tonight. You can talk to him later.”

Will watched his brother walk into the bathroom, not looking like himself. He was sadder, thinner, drinking more… Ben had always been a struggle to keep alive but this was really beginning to scare him. Will didn’t believe Ben when he said he hadn’t tried to kill himself… but Frank was right. Another time.

Tonight, he had Lorelei… and Lorelei was absolutely stunning.

As he looked at her when she and the other women were ready, Will felt like he would propose right there. She wore a red dress, off the shoulder covering part of her floral half-sleeve, her 6 month baby bump prominent and she was positively glowing. It wasn’t just the baby, though. Will could not be more happy to be having a child, yes, but there was so much more. William absolutely adored her. Before they knew they were pregnant, Will had admired her. She, from the very beginning, had absolutely no problem holding her own against him. She was incredibly bright, smart as a damn whip and a mouth to match it and fearless. When Tyler slapped her, Will would not have held it against her one bit if she had cried, but she punched him hard enough she busted her knuckles, knocking out a tooth.

Still, within all this was her fierce sense of right and wrong, her protection of those who need help, her self sacrifice. Will was a goner the day he met her. When Will first saw her in the hospital, working overnight in an ER looking that the prettiest damn thing he’d seen in his life and running the floor, he thought she was stunning, so in her element. The thing that made him fall, however, was the way she cared for Laci that won him over. When she thought that maybe, just maybe Will or Ben had hurt her, and the way she walked right past him and spoke to Laci with such assured kindness, it was over for him. Lorelei was kind, she could be gentle although sometimes her temper got her and she had a tendency to close off.

The thing was, Will didn’t love Lorelei in inspite of the moments she was assertive, loud, or head strong. He loved the way her heart her head and her strength were together, her most shining movements were when her empathy and bravery worked hand in hand, like when she possibly saved Ben’s life. Lorelei was not afraid if hurting Will’s feelings when she pushed him aside and instructed him to bend his brother over, she was not afraid like Will was of germs and shoved her fingers down his throat. Although he was too busy at the time thinking he was holding his dying brother, when Will reflects back on that night, he was in awe of her.

There was a time, yes, that she was rude, she was hurtful, she could be abrasive, but Will didn’t want to change her. He simply hoped to give her new perspectives. For months, Lore made small comments like she was the smartest one in the room at all times. Instead of telling her she wasn’t (Will thought she absolutely was) he told her that him and the guys weren’t just dumb military men and the girls were both educated. Since then, she’s never acted conceited in her brains, just self-assured.

Will didn’t want to change her, he didn’t want to quiet her or dampen her energy. He loved her in all the ways she was not in spite of them.

“Lore…” He whispered, desperate to touch her, to kiss her, but he wouldn’t cross her boundaries. “You look gorgeous, like a 50s red carpet starlet.”

Lorelei’s pendget for the classics translated to her sense of style, her luxurious black hair in barrel curls, red lips matching the dress.

“You look incredible too, William.” Will was dressed up in a red crushed velvet tuxedo to match her. As the main organizer for the event, Will would be introducing a few speakers, including Jana, and running the bid for the auction, so Lorelei wanted him to shine, bring out his stunning features, so she encouraged him into the red suit.

She wanted to rip it off him and bounce on his di- fuck, pregnancy hormones.

The night went swimmingly. Dinner was delicious and the items from the silent auction were so far doing well. The benefit of the Miller boys being locals, they knew a lot of businesses and were able to get a lot of donations for the shelter that Jana and Laci worked at, where Will had chosen to raise money for this year.

“And now, to present on the work that Women’s and Children’s Horizon’s has been doing,” Will spoke at the podium. “Is a social worker at Horizons for the last 10 years, and my close friend, Jana Fernandez.”

Frankie stood to pull out Jana’s chair and stood at the steps to held her up, Will’s hand waiting for her to assist in the rest of the way up. Jana wore a dusty rose pink dress with a slit up the tight, the neckline hanging loose around her chest. Her hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail with her long curls poofing out. It was no wonder she got hit on everywhere she went. Usually, during the day, Jana wore business casual clothes and comfortable shoes, given that she has to walk around a fair amount, so when Jana gets dressed up, she loves wearing strappy and very high heels, today though, Lorelei noticed she was in gold ballet flats that matched her gold jewelry.

Jana, like Will, was good with words, although Lorelei thought no one matched his ability for public speaking. She was biased though. When she watched him up, there, so broad and assured and in his element, it made her want to just drop to her knees right there and suck- god dammit.

Open and honest as ever, Jana spoke candidly about suffering through addiction to cocaine and the work her shelter does with addiction as well as victims of domestic violence. Laci gave permission for Jana to talk about how, although she did not need shelter as she lived with Santi, Horizons helped connect her to group therapy and re-employment after she was rescued from sex-trafficking. Santi held Laci close during that. Finally, Jana talked about plans to open a youth shelter in the abandoned building a block away from theirs, and the money raised tonight would go towards creating this youth shelter.

With a loud round of applause, Jana made her exit, Frankie just straight up scaled the steps in order to wrap an arm around her as they walked down. Lorelei noted Frankie was quite protective today, giving Jana the same princess treatment Santi gave Laci.

“Now, Jana here is being modest, but she has had an active part in the development and planning for the youth shelter, and not only will she be heading the LGBTQ youth outreach and suicide prevention initiative, but will be the director of the entire youth building once renovations are complete, so let’s get another round of applause for Ms. Fernandez!”

“Jana!” Laci jumped up to meet her friend, quickly followed by Santi, Ben, and Lorelei for a group hug. Alice hung back. “Why didn’t you tell me! This is amazing!”

Jana was beaming. “Well, it’s contingent on me finishing my Doctorate, that’s why. Being a director isn’t exactly set in stone, but the LBGT youth outreach is”

“Wait, you’re going back to school?”

She nodded. “Yup, this August. Only had a semester left when I had to drop out.”

Jana had to drop out because she failed out of her last semester having been introduced to coke at a party. Things escalated and her and Frankie were in a whirlwind of horny puppy love and heavy drinking, she couldn’t continue. Her doctorate program was letting her pick up where she left off.

Santi pulled her in for a tight hug. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Jan-Jan. You massive pain in my ass.”

As they sat, everyone continued asking questions.

“What’s your concentration going to be?” Ben asked.

“Before I failed out-”

“Decided to leave for your mental health,” Frankie tried to correct.

“I failed out due to addiction,” Jana said with emphasis as Will began the auction. “I wa studying LGBT homelessness specifically, but my focus is LGBT issues in general.”

Everyone heard when Alice huffed.

“Got something to say, Alice?” Jana challenged, every strong but Lorelei could recognize the hurt in her eyes at the dampening of Jana’s big announcement. No one was immune to hurt feelings.

“I dunno, you gonna show the room your underwear ag-” She stopped when Lorelei’s hand tightly gripped her arm.

Lore leaned in, dropping her voice so only Alice could hear, but standing firm. “You shut your fucking mouth, or I swear to god, I will make your life miserable.” Lorelei had no idea how she was going to follow through with that threat, pregnant and 5’3, but she sounded serious enough that Alice went quiet.

Benny filled the silence, steering the conversation away from Jana’s concentration and asking about her plans for the center. Jana talked excitedly as Frankie rested his chin on his hand, gazing at her adoringly, him Ben and Santi occasionally bidding on items.

Lorelei couldn’t believe what she had just heard; Laci stood up for herself.

Alice had asked, clearly trying to pick a fight with Laci, if all the women weren’t dating the men, who they would sleep with, and when Laci said she wasn’t sure this game was a good idea, Alice pushed her

“Yeah, I sure you would be against this”

“Well, it’s not Ben, despite what you think.” And she glared at her. Lacina Dumas glared at someone. Unheard of.

“Well, who would it be, then?”

Lorelei asked. “Will, I assume?”

Laci bawked at her. “What makes you assume that!”

“Relax, hun! I’m not mad, it’s just you seem to be very close to him.”

“I love all of them, equally!”

Jana chimed in. “We know, bicho, but if you were going to sleep with one of them-”

“I’d sleep with my fiance!”

Jana smacked her head. “Other than Santito.”

She seemed get it now, blushing hard but answering. “Well, it’s not Will.” She said firmly.

“Oh?” Lore laughed. “And why not?”

“It’s nothing bad!” Laci was quick to assure. “He’s very handsome, I love him a lot-”

“Sweetheart, we’re not dating, you don’t sure act like you just insulted my boyfriend.”

“Sure…” Laci didn’t seem like she believed her, and looked at the table. “It’s just that… well you know… Will is a very tall guy…”

“He is…”

“And he’s very… broad…”

“Yeah?”

Laci shifted in her seat, smiling an embarrassed smile. “I just… I think it would be more… comfortable with Frankie.” She laughed a little.

Jana got what she was going for “OH! You’re afraid his dick is too big.”

Laci burst into giggles, hiding her face. “Shut up!” But she was kicking her feet, a sure sign of Laci happiness.

The girls all laughed with her. “One issue though, Lace. Frankie’s bigger.” All eyes went to Jana now. “Listen! I havn’t seen anyone but my loving boyfriends and unfortunately, Santi’s that one time, but when they get drunk, they talk a lot and in their 20’s they all decided to tell me their dick sizes on scale… I might have asked.”

“Okay! Will, definitely Will. And what about you, Miss Dick Expert” She poked at her friend.

“Will, hands down Will.”

Alice raised an eyebrow. “Really? I’d have assumed Santi, seeing as you’ve known him the longest.”

Jana made a gagging noise. “Sorry Lace. Look, Santiago is a good looking guy, I won’t deny it. Hell, I’ve made out with him. Almost fucked him.”

This earned a confused look from both Lorelei and Alice.

“BEFORE Frankie. Santi introduced us, actually, but we met because he asked me on a date. We made out but it felt like kissing my brother, he said it felt like kissing his sister. Been a pain in my ass ever since. Besides, I’ve known Will just as long, Santi just shoves his tongue down the throat of every girl he meets.”

Lorelei noticed a slight shift in Laci’s energy, seeming less comfortable, so Lorelei changed the subject and went next with explicit plans to piss off Alice. “Well, I would sleep with Ben.”

Alice’s head whipped to the right, suddenly with pursed lips and a pinched eyebrow. “What?”

“Yeah.” She said smugly with a shrug. “He’s hot, a foot taller than me, nice guy. Ben patching that boy up long enough, I think I know his body.”

Lorelei’s face set in a challenge, ready to take on whatever Alice threw, but instead, Alice face shifted to Laci.

“I’d fuck Santi.” She said, Laci’s discomfort clearly growing. “Yeah, guy like that I think deserves to have some real freak sex. Think he’d be down for a threesome? You can watch-”

“Please stop” Laci whispered.

She didn’t. “-if you want, but I’d assume Santi has a lot of experience with threesomes anyway between him Frankie and Jana-”

Jana attempted to say she’d never had a threesome with Santi and Frankie, but between that and Lorelei yelling at her to stop, Laci was experiencing sensory over-load induced anxiety as Alice continued.

“But honestly, I think he’d be happy just to spice things up a bit. I mean, I don’t want to assume, but I don’t think someone with your history is very experimental, I bet he gets really bored with-”

Santiago was at Laci’s side, hand on her back. “Hi baby, wanna come with me?” Carefully Santi guided her away as the guys approached.

Will placed a hand on Lorelei’s shoulder, “Come on, you gotta check out the cheese plate, it’s amazing.” A strange thing to say since Will would never eat public finger food. Once they made their way to the table, Ben and Alice trailing behind them, Will whispered. “What the hell was that?”

Lore sighed, helping herself to a few shrimp and cocktail sauce. “Alice was being a bitch and taunting Laci, saying she’d fuck Santi and that he’s probably had a threesome with Jana and Frankie.”

His mouth gaped open. “What?!?” He pointed to the shrimp. “Aren’t you not supposed to have seafood?”

“I’m not supposed to stuff my face with seafood, William. A few shrimp is harmless.” Will backed down, trusting she knows what she’s talking about. Lore continued with a shrimp in her mouth. “In her defense, I may have been taunting her saying I’d sleep with Ben.” She watched Will’s face become even more confused. “Not actually! She asked if we weren't with you guys, which one of you we’d sleep with. She was being a bitch so I lied and said Ben.”

Will’s feathers were slightly less ruffled. “Oh. So, you wouldn’t sleep with my brother?”

“No.” She rolled her eyes with a smile. “He’s like a child to me. Besides.” Lorelei reached for some cheese and sausage, side eyeing Will as she teased him. “If it was a choice, it’d be Frankie?”

“Frankie?” He bellowed a laugh. “Lore I love you but you’d make that man cry.”

Will tried not to think about the fact he had just said he loved her. He said he loved Laci and Jana and Santi and his gramps all the time, right? He tried not to think about the fact she said ‘if we weren’t with you guys.’

As he and Lore stayed by the snack table hanging out and giggling, laughing at certain fashion choices and drunken behaviors. Will pulled up a chair for her when it was clear Lorelei did not want to pull away from the snacks. Lorelei ate through the pregnancy, and he relieved her that she wasn’t throwing it up, but still it was nice to see her indulging.

“Do you really need to be eating that?”

Alice’s voice carried over to them, drawing both their eyes to where the couple bickered, not knowing they had an audience.

“C’mon, it’s one damn muffin.”

“It was ‘one damn muffin’ last week too. That’s why you’re losing your fights.”

“I’m losing my fights because you stress me out before every one!”

“It’s not my fault you’re such a fucking baby, Ben. Jesus Christ, what kind of man cries during a fight?”

Lorelei and Will look at each other, Lorelei noting his fuming anger but taking the opportunity to hear their conversations when they thought they were alone, a rare look into their relationship

“Alice, I don’t wanna talk about this here.”

“All I said was you needed to shape up.”

“You said I didn’t look as good with a shirt off as we first started dating.”

“Yeah, because you got this” Alice pinched his stomach, and that was Will’s last straw.

“Hey!” Will stood up and strode his long legs over to Ben, leaving Lorelei to hobble up by herself, grumbling.

Alice rolled her eyes. “Here we go.”

The three of them bickered back and forth, Ben telling Will to stay out of it, Will telling her to keep her hands off Ben, Alice saying it was a playful pinch and to relax.

“Eat the muffin, Ben.” Will deadpanned looking at his baby brother.

“I don’t really wanna anymore.”

“Eat the fucking muffin, Ben. You know what your body needs more than she does.”

Ben groaned. “Yeah, and it doesn’t need a fucking muffin.”

Lorelei warned Will to stop, Alice told Ben not to do it, but this was between the Millers.

“Ben. Eat the goddamn muffin.”

Red faced and embarrassed, Benny caved and popped the small muffin in his mouth, chewing it before he swallowed.

The tension remain in the air, but with no where to go. Ben mumbled something about using the bathroom and Alice said she needed a drink, leaving Will with his rage.

“Will.” Lorelei touched him arm. “You gotta relax, honey.”

To her surprise, however, Will stepped away from her. “Lore, I need you to give me a bit of space right now.”

She reached for him, “Will-”

He held a hand up, eyes pinched closed. “Princess, I love you, but I need a moment. Put all these thousands of dollars of therapy to use.” Will spoke through gritted teeth, but the smallest of smiles.

Lorelei understood now. She had seen him do his calming exercises before on a small scale, but right now he was shaking with rage. It took several minutes as Will breathed, flexing and unflexing his hands and his body relaxed, easing down until he opened his eyes again.

“Sorry” He muttered, going to get a glass of water.

“Don’t be.” She whispered, holding out a hand for him if he was ready this time. He took it. “I’m so, so proud of you.”

Laci’s squeal across the room drew their attention as the opening notes of Leather and Lace started, and Santiago and her giggled as they ran out to the dance floor with big smiles.

“That’s their song.” Will explained as he stood up, holding out a hand. “Can I have this dance?”

Lorelei smiled, taking his hand as he helped her up. “I’d love to, William.”

They danced together, Ben and Alice apparently patching things up and dancing with her head on his chest. Over at their table, Jana was resting with her feet shoeless on Frankie’s lap, smiling adoringly at her boyfriend as he massaged her feet.

Laci and Santi laughed and smiled, Santi occasionally picking her up off the ground to spin her around, Laci’s head hanging back with a broad smile. Santi must have been practicing on his dancing.

“I’m glad to see them happy.” Lorelei said, her hand having to reach high for Will’s shoulder.

Will sounded concerned. “Yeah, they’re having a bit of a rough patch…”

“They’ll be okay.” She assured him.

“Yeah, I know. They love each other too much to give up.”

Lorelei took the dance to be close with him, to feel herself being held as she carried their daughter. She loved these moments, this closeness, the calmness he felt in her. Despite the chaos of today, all that disappeared with him.

She loved him, she loved him so fucking much it hurt sometimes, she loved his fierce protection of his family, she loved his gentleness, and she loved the feeling of calm he brought her. Most of all, she loved the joy. Lorelei could hang out with him for hours and hours and hours, sometimes talking and sometimes in silence, sometimes touching, sometimes separate when everything was too much. She was relaxed with him in a way she never felt with any man or family before. Everything with Will came easy except actually committing.

He was so different, so, so much better but the walls that were built up by her dad, step-dad, and boyfriends were high. And right now? She was tired. It had been a long night, lots of fun, lots of beauty, exciting announcement for Jana but there had been a lot of drama and she was exhausted.

“What the hell?” Will muttered, looking at his brother.

Lorelei sighed. She was tired. “Will, don’t-”

But it was too late, Will abandoned her on the dance floor, running off to confront Ben and Alice about something she was too tired to deal with right now. Her feet hurt, her arms felt heavy as they dropped to her side, disappointed at the loss of her time with him. Lorelei wondered if she and Chloe would always be playing second fiddle to Ben.

Frankie picked up her hands, guiding them to his shoulders and placing his own respectfully on her shoulders as well.

“Thank you.” She whispered, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“I might now know a lot, but I’ve watched enough period pieces to know not to leave a lady on the dance floor.”

Everything was so overwhelming right now, the pregnancy, her feelings for Will, everything with Ben who she very much loved… her eyes welled up with tears and her red lips quivered.

“Oh, hey now, c’mere Lorelei.” Frankie gently guided her head to his chest, but met slight resistance.

“M’make-up…” She mumbled, not wanting to ruin his nice white suit.

He didn’t push her head, taking a moment to caress her hair. “S’alright, just let it out. I’ll take off the suit top later.”

She wanted to say no, but she didn’t have it in her to fight it. Lorelei planted her face right on Fransico’s breast pocket and let it go, full face of make-up and all. Lorelei cried, all her frustration and anger collapsed into Frankie’s comforting hold, the music pausing and fading into something by Tony Bennet, something Lorelei would normally love.

Today, all she could hear was Will, Alice and Ben arguing.

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So much has happened, when the next chapter comes out yall will get why it had to be split.

Anyway, more hints into Alice's bullshit

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nodrug-plz · 27 days

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OKAY GUYS I'VE GOT. RANDOM. ABEL. HEADCANONS. HERE.

i think he'll be a good start for my hc posting although he's the guy with the most unpleasant backstory(im trying to find some good(and important ) part to say...! ) And lots of the words i use translator. i hope there's no wrong for the meanings

he's German. REALLY Not born in a good year. most of his childhood times was on fire with endless wars.

about his family there's a lot i can say. but to make it simple,the father is a guy who is too strict and lacks care for his children (even a bit too cruel). He spends most of his time in the military camp and doesn't have much time to take care of his children. His mother left too early due to illness, and he didn't have a very deep impression of her, but he spent most of his time with his brother Caine(yep this is the name that dogman mentioned but I'm not really sure who the hell is he I'm just using this name) but not in a good relationship. he's always the one who is suppressed in the relationship, and in fact, he has accumulated resentment

he have got depression and autism. And of course there is a very serious OCD occasionally accompanied by anxiety. He has been taking medication for a long time, but after his head was stuffed into that phone, he couldn't find a suitable way to take it, causing him to live a very miserable life

His right index finger was missing during his teenage years, Being deceived by Caine in the military camp and making almost impossible vows in the hands of those terrifying people, and this is the result. He used rough wooden prosthetic fingers until he started studying mechanical engineering in college and personally made the current metal prosthetic one, which he used until the end. Generally speaking, he likes to hide his hands in his gloves until his last days of neglect.

After his college he never go back to his hometown anymore. met Scott at a midnight bar about his 35'yo and quickly attracted by that man's thoughts and temperament. Stayed at Scott's house for quite a long time when there was no place for him to live, and the relationship was more like a kind of foster father son relationship than friends, and both of them knew it

actually bi. But he'll say he's straight. Married to a woman before and got a daughter. but divorce at last. Actually got romantic feeling for Scott but he'll never spell it out until his death. He'd trust their relationship just platonic as he'd trust himself straight. Until later he was truly troubled by the lingering thoughts of UNholy

In Scott's last days with the phone head, he expressed forgiveness for Abel, but Abel no longer seemed to forgive himself.

When he tries to hold back his anger but he's really mad he will try to curse with German in low voice.

Not that into the Freddy pizzeria idea but he just trying to help Scott at the beginning. But he does have a talent for mechanical design, designing basic mechanical frameworks and some miscellaneous circuits and infrastructure

A very classic workaholic, it should be said that he has really performed well in paperwork, but he is not very good in other aspects

Caffeine addiction.

He can play piano and he can write poems. But later on, he no longer had those in mind

He didn't have a good impression of Joe from the beginning, he didn't like that kind of person(Joe's temperament is very similar to someone he saw in the military camp when he was young). But in earlier years, the relationship wasn't very bad either.

Unexpectedly he thought Harry was a very good colleague who would have given him a rare good face earlier. Harry was the last one to be sent to the factory and it was his thoughtful decision. He placed his last hope on Harry

Scott once gave him a mug on a Christmas day, and he has been using it ever since. Except for some cracks that occurred due to accidents halfway through, he tried all the possible repair methods and even used tape in the end. Earlier when Man in the Candy suit rushed in, the cup was accidentally shattered completely, and Abel was still wondering if the day would be even worse

Joe's accident was not entirely accidental, but Abel didn't expect the spring lock to be triggered so easily as the conflict escalated...... well really didn't he know that?

When he was called as "Mr. Cawthon" at the first time, after his head been stuff into the phone. he breakdown easily. He didn't adapt much to this name in the end, but he never wanted to be called his original name again.

The immense pain caused by his phone head and he have got a very shitty voice box. Whenever he starts speaking loudly, he will experience severe stuttering and produce noise

ok I'm just kinda tired now i need a nap I can think about other things later. The background story is indeed a very general thing. I actually thought about a lot of details of them But that's all for later:3

#dsaf #abel brannigan #dsaf abel #dayshift at freddy's #headcanon #self post #ok scabel i guess

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spookky-aint-spooky · 2 months

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Tell me more about Sabrina, I wanna know all the lore!

ooh, I've been waiting for this ✨✨✨

ok, so not everything's fleshed out yet, but here's what I have:

(ramble warning)

Childhood:

She was born in the Envy Ring, but her family moved to Lust when she was around 13

She has/had 5 siblings (most of which don't have names yet); all of them are younger than her, save for her older brother Cameron

Her father sure as hell wasn't a good man, being trapped in a loveless marriage with Marjanne (Sabrina's mom; who is quite the alcoholic)

He's a drug addict and has no regard for his wife or staying loyal to her, resulting in him frequenting Ozzie's to the point that the staff knows him personally

Sabrina was more of a parent to her mom and dad than her mom and dad were to her, so she was often calling taxis for her dad to take him home or leaving a hangover kit on her mom's nightstand

Despite Marjanne being a deadbeat for the most part, Sabrina and her Mom are very close, almost like best friends

Her dad, on the other hand, is not a fan of his kids at all

He pays for groceries and the rent on their tiny apartment, but that's basically it, having almost no involvement in their lives

Since Dad is also a deadbeat, this left Sabrina and Cameron to care for their younger siblings

Cameron was the breadwinner, while Sabrina usually made dinner and kept the littler kids safe (which caused them to have a close brother/sister relationship)

Adulthood:

When Sabrina and Cameron were on the verge of being adults (Cam being 19 and Sab being 16), the both figured they'd have some 'fun' during Extermination day

This was, you guessed it, a very dumb decision

They both went up to the pride wing with a knife and a handgun, trying to shoot/stab as many angels as possible like some kind of fucked-up video game

This led to Cameron jumping in front of Sabrina to prevent her from getting killed by an Exterminator, sacrificing his own life in the process

Sabrina was forced to run back down to Lust, frantically explaining to her mother (who was the only adult home at the time) what happened

After Cameron's death, Sabrina was forced to fill in his role as breadwinner on top of having to take care of their younger siblings

Once she turned 26, she found work in the Pride Ring and moved to the entertainment district (haven't decided her profession yet) after making sure her siblings had places to stay with foster/adoptive families

She rents a small apartment, making money where she can and staying afloat much easier than she used to

Additional/Notable Info:

Her full name is Sabrina Kowareta-Rivero, having a joint last name due to neither of her parents wanting to change their names (not sure if I wanna keep Kowareta as her real name or if I'm just gonna use it as a placeholder until I find something better)

Girlie is a Verosika Mayday stan; I mean swiftie-level fan. Posters? She has it. Vinyls? She has it. A replica of her heart-shaped glasses? She has it. Concert tickets from years past? She has it.

Her father is from the Envy Ring, so Sabrina has a few aquatic/envy traits like the ability to hold her breath for extended periods of time, green bioluminescent patches that she can make glow at will, and a pair of snake-like eyes on the point/spearhead of her tail

She loves swimming; if you gave her a choice she'd probably live underwater (unfortunately that is not an option; bills still need to be paid)

Her favorite genres are all over the place, ranging from slowcore/indie rock, hyperpop and country music

Since Hell's music mostly sucks (respectfully) she will often have a friend sneak up to Earth in a human disguise to buy things that allow her to listen to human music (i.e. she bought a phone from Walmart so she'd have access to a music streaming service that isn't Voxtify or SoundTown)

In addition to being a Verosika fan, she's also an enjoyer of Cigarettes After Sex, Morgan Wallen and Girl in Red

Her favorite song is likely 3 Nights by Dominic Fike; she often lights a cigarette and stands on her balcony as she looks over the entertainment district at night while listening to it

Bonus:

Sabrina: "I'm tired of this Grandpa..!"

Me, actively giving her trauma: "Well that's too damn bad!"

#I'm very sorry my child #sabrina rivero #helluva boss oc #helluva boss #helluva oc #helluva #hb oc #hb #spookky answers

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cyncerity · 2 years

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ok I was gonna post this tomorrow but i’m impatient and i think y’all will like this hskssjsh

anyway, bit of a character study cause i heard this sound on tik tok and it just fit them too well

also as a bonus, take me rambling about what this video implies/is about under the cut (beware for talk of v*re):

Ok so George and Dream have a…complicated relationship. I’ve mentioned before that George has a lot of sensory and processing issues, so he enjoys being in Dream’s stomach, and Dream just likes eating borrowers, but now has to do so very discreetly so Schlatt and Sapnap and the fiancés don’t get mad at him. Also, in case you forgot, Dream kidnapped Tommy a few weeks before he and George met and kept him trapped in his stomach for like a week before he eventually learned that he had a nephew who was a borrower, and Sapnap was actually so angry that Dream was afraid he’d lose his best friend, so he let Tommy go.

George is aware of this. He borrowed around the apartments enough to know that gist of it. And though Dream hasn’t trapped him, and knows that if he did George would never come back, he can’t just forget the incident. After all, he saw the little mind games he played with Tommy. He saw him treat the younger borrower like a pet. He saw him completely neglect Tommy’s needs and fear for nothing but his own gain. And he thinks that the only reason Dream hasn’t been treating him the same is because Dream needs him. George is the only borrower that wont tell other what Dream does. He keeps it from all of the borrowers in his colony and doesn’t try to tell Dreams family and friends. They’re all oblivious to his existence, because Dream wants them to think he has completely stopped swallowing borrowers. But Dream obviously doesn’t see him as a person. He’s an asset, a tool to help him trick his family while getting what he wants, but he isn’t a friend, and George has to constantly kick himself for thinking that. But, he remains neutral to Dream, since he’s equally reliant. Dream is the only way George can sleep peacefully, can feel peace at all. So, he participated in whatever mind game Dream is playing and converses with him, pretending that he could actually maybe be his friend someday.

It’s not that Dream doesn’t understand that borrowers are people; he just didn’t care for a long while. He got a kick out of trapping them and making them fear him, it gave him a sense of power. He could never get that with humans, he’d always been pushed around back when he was in the foster system, everyone had looked down on him, he’d always been scared. Until Puffy became his guardian and his big sister. Yet he still felt the need to chase that power that he lacked for so long. And borrowers gave him that. Tommy did. George…didn’t. George made it clear from the very beginning that he didn’t give two shits about Dreams tough guy act. He was never scared, never flinched, never cried. Dream just swallowed him and he almost immediately fell asleep. Any attempt to goad movement out of him while in his belly would result in a massive stomach ache for the rest of the day, and any sort of mouthplay would result in his lip piercing almost being ripped out. So initially, George wasn’t exactly what Dream had wanted, but what other choice did he have? Who else wouldn’t snitch? No one. So he’d just put up with George.

Until after a while, he found he didn’t mind that George wasn’t terrified of him. He actually…liked when it was maybe a bit easier to get him down, when he didn’t struggle out of survival instinct. Liked the conversations they had, the jokes they made, George’s deadpan humor. The highlight of his day was when they’d talk. George became less of a crutch for his borrower addiction or whatever you’d call it and more his friend. The urge to swallow him to feel power morphed into something he felt a surge of protection while doing. George made him realize how wrong he was to treat so many borrowers so poorly. Made him realize how much of an asshole he’d been. Soon after this, he started to realize he felt a bit more connected to George than he thought. Any time Dream would swallow him and feel and hear him purr, his face would heat up, George would fall asleep within him and he’d be so taken aback by his trust and he’s end up just staring off into space with his hands over his stomach. He couldn’t imagine losing him. He wanted George to be happy and protected and he wanted him to be his and not in the way most people think borrowers should be owned. He didn’t know how, didn’t even know it was possible, but he’d fallen in love with George.

Dream thinks they are close friends, and George can’t really sort out his feelings towards Dream. He doesn’t trust that the way he acts is anything more than a persona and, as much as he begrudgingly loves to talk to Dream and be with him, he thinks that if he ever gets to invested and actually shows that he does care about Dream, the human will drop the act and he’ll be heart broken. Dream is unaware of all of this, because he doesn’t know that George knows what he’s done, or his history of dehumanizing borrowers. And like hell is he gonna tell him.

So this video is kind of a culmination of that: Dream genuinely likes George, but has no idea how to go about that because George is giving him so signals and George just snaps. He can’t keep doing this. He can’t keep letting Dream pretend he cares, can’t bring himself to accept that it isn’t an act at all. It’s genuine affection. Dream had no idea that George couldn’t tell, and is confused as to why all of a sudden, when he thought things were going so well, George doesn’t believe that they’re friends. Dream is upset because he wants George to know that he sees him as a person, a friend, that he loves him, but how can George see that? After all Dream has done, does he deserve for George to see him as a friend?

George is upset that he had to say any of that at all. That Dream couldn’t drop the act. That he’s been fake with him for so, so long. He’d been holding onto the hole that the longer he waits, the more the act will drop and he’ll act more like the human that kidnapped Tommy. But he’s only gotten worse with his teasing remarks and attempts at flirting. He doesn’t know if when Dream calls him “cute,” it’s meant to be in a dehumanizing way or a genuine way. He’s mad because he thinks Dream couldn’t want anything more than their arrangement: getting to eat George. He’s upset because he so desperately wants to believe that Dream enjoys him for more than being just a weight in his stomach, but he can’t.

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Jupiter at 3.33 am thoughts under the cut. iykyky, tgwgigi

I so very much want to construct a cohesive essay but I fear my rambling heart may make that impossible. I would like to begin with appropriate and necessary accolades, as this author is a god among men and this story, like all of theirs, is gorgeous, with rich prose and imagery and monologue, addictive dialogue, brilliant pacing and cohesion. They wring out every drop of a scene, and have an almost succulent way of weaving in exposition, they don’t reveal details about the plot until the very last moment they possibly can. It builds beautiful suspense.

In the following paragraphs, I would like to identify the descriptive techniques present in silent scenes in this text, how they work so well, and my thoughts on the piece as a whole.

I do highly recommend you read the above fanfiction in its completion, however, just to add some background for the sake of structure: Jupiter at 3.33 a.m. is about Tsukishima moving across the world and completely losing contact with Yamaguchi for two years, and then moving back.

In the first chapter, we are introduced to Yamaguchi’s listlessness. Plentiful words are used to describe the koi pond he frequents, how sitting there is his favorite place even if it still makes his bag slide down (revealing a kind of resignation and surrender to this character). I want to talk about the amount of time spent describing this koi pond.

The fact that Yamaguchi actually has the time and concentration to focus so religiously on what is essentially a couple of fish, sub-textually shows us something important, which is, he doesn’t have much going on in his life. The fact that he has only seen fifteen percent of the campus also indicates he is leading a life that is unfulfilled in some way. As the reader, you don’t start to realize this until somewhere around the third paragraph, because this author avoids telling you how this character is and rather lets you feel it.

(As an aside, the way this campus is described, with rolling grass courtyard and climbing ivy, is more akin to American or European universities— Japan is not as keen on lawn culture, as it monopolizes valuable real estate. Not a detracting factor at all, but it makes me wonder if the author wrote this while looking over at their own university, and how much reference to their real life it holds.)

He has no idea what to do with himself. People have to force him to join a club, or work on his resume. This makes a lot of sense when you consider how codependent their relationship can seem in canon. His favorite spot being a place that makes his backpack slide down is a crucial detail, because it shows us that Yamaguchi can be content with something that does not accommodate him. It is foreshadowing for all the negative qualities he overlooks with Tsukishima.

To create such a vivid scene, the verbs used are enticing. Instead of saying, this moves, he hears, he enjoys, we instead get these delicious words: mouths, breaks, churns, dies. The koi disappears the moment Yachi and Hinata arrive, a metaphor for his loneliness disappearing in the presence of his friends. Yamaguchi glances back to this koi pond throughout the story.

The abandoned setting here also implicates the state Tsukishima left him in, subtly and through metaphor, by using language such as forgotten and broken. Yamaguchi notices the way things are neglected because he experiences it himself. There is realism to fostering an intimate friendship only to be torn apart by moving to different schools.

What particularly punches me in the gut is how all of these accomplished and passionate volleyball players have kind of pushed their hobby to the back burner as they try to make something else out of their lives and education. I feel like this is a much more realistic portrayal of life than what we see in the canon universe, with almost everyone either joining a prestigious volleyball team or having shiny salaried careers straight out of college. You can devote your life to something and have it not work out, that happens all the time. There’s a beautiful realism to this, and an inherent romanticization of the mundane that comes from simply capturing it.

Everyone is experiencing some level of disappointment and it graduates from being a protagonist’s struggle to being a theme, something that seems inevitable and inescapable in the rules of this fictional universe.

Oh god, the yearning. The yearning. What a beautiful way to introduce the distance between them.

This scene gives me goosebumps. After over three-thousand words spent without him, when Tsukishima arrives it is like seeing someone who died. Everyone but Yamaguchi knows he now works at the school— but this detail was not revealed until the latest possible moment.

Yamaguchi does not describe the sensory details of the moment he is in, and instead lists all the ways he imagined seeing Tsukishima again. This is a stark juxtaposition to the way he pretends Tsukishima does not even exist before this scene. The settings chosen are whimsical and romantic: in a coffee shop, traveling abroad, hiding from the rain.

The reality is almost disappointing in contrast. This is a horribly disconnected way to reunite with someone, seeing their reflection first, and thus this is the first impression we have of this new Tsukishima. He is distant and disconnected. This creates narrative, because there is a gap between what he has and what he wants and we must spend time and effort to move there.

I could write a fucking soliloquy on “Je peux voir que tu rougis”. It struck me down like lightning. It is a piece of dialogue, but unlike the core property of dialogue it does not exist to communicate an idea from one character to another, because Yamaguchi does not speak French. It exists to help us better understand Tsukishima.

Yamaguchi doesn’t know French, he could have said anything when prompted. He could have said Je vous aime, or Tu m'as manqué or Le ciel est bleu. He said I can tell you are blushing. Until now, nothing has been resolute about Tsukishima’s intentions or feelings.

He is telling the audience that he knows that Yamaguchi feels some form of desire for him. It is done so off-handedly you could easily miss it. Of course, he would probably translate to Yamaguchi what he’d said if he hadn’t been interrupted, which shows intention to move forward with things in a shy (let’s be honest, really cute) kind of way.

Its effectiveness can also be credited to fictional realism. The idea that the physical sensations and reactions a character has can be perceived by other characters and influence their behaviors in return.

This is a brilliant piece of writing that will destroy you, and leave you unable to stop thinking about it for days.

Now for my fanfiction inside of a fanfiction. Fanfiction-ception.

I believe this text could easily fit in the genre of literary fiction, rather than fiction. I want to talk about the ways in which these two versions of the story would be different.

In this fanfiction, Tsukishima had no choice but to move across the world, as he was a child following the location of his mother’s work. This gives him a level of innocence. This story is able to have a happy ending because of this innocence.

If we give him more agency in this decision, it changes the story completely. Consider, that Tsukishima is offered admission at a great university abroad, but Yamaguchi is not accepted. This happens all the time.

Now we are posed a question: Do we prioritize our future or our relationships?

It’s our future, right? Wouldn’t it make sense to take advantage of an opportunity given to you, wouldn’t your friend wants what’s best for you?

There could exist a version of Tsukishima who chose school over Yamaguchi. This decision and its subsequent guilt would eat at him. This could be the reason he decides to lose contact with Yamaguchi, not out of jealousy but instead because he feels Yamaguchi deserves better than him, he wants Yamaguchi to find other friends.

Now, instead of moving back due to his mom losing her job, he would need another reason to move back. I think the most fascinating reason would be, if he flunked out and comes crawling back to Sendai. Studying abroad becomes Plan A, and Yamaguchi becomes Plan B.

Now, he wants to take the place of all the friends he forced Yamaguchi to make in his absence. He knows Yamaguchi adores him so it’s like a comfortable safety net he can always fall back on.

But the thing is, Yamaguchi would probably be okay with being Plan B. His self-worth is low, and Yamaguchi actually struggles to function without Tsukishima. At the same time, I don’t think this would necessarily make Tsukishima a bad person, even if he did hurt him.

This version of the story would most likely have a bad ending no matter how you tried to write it. As most literary fiction does.

I just think it’s fascinating that one decision could change so much about a story. Thank u author for this incredibly thought-provoking work!

#tsukkiyama #there is a five hundred percent chance I am mentally ill for this #words

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