#reblog with anger from op

[daylighteclipsed]

Blaming KH2 Sora’s anger and aggression all on Roxas really downplays how ready to throw hands Sora is in KH1 and CoM.

[ozymoron]

starting to think this website is bad for my mental health.....

[chocolilies]

─── messy sheets. ꒱

( ୨ৎ. roronoa zoro x fem!reader. . .ᐟ

one of zoro's many favourite things about dating you is how you pick up on each other's mannerisms.

◟ꪆ୧ nsfw (afab!reader, thigh riding, groping, fingering) porn with a tiny bit of plot, though the plot is mostly fluffy! based on this request! spreading my titty fiend!zoro agenda... reblogs and comments are appreciated a lot!! (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾∇⁠＾) !

w.c : 3.2k.

also on ao3 + op masterlist !

“don’t ever come back here again!”

“you don't own the ship, asshole! I'll go wherever I want!”

dodging a kitchen knife, zoro slammed the door to the galley shut, stomping down the corridor as anger seethed through him. 

“can’t even get a drink in peace,” zoro growled as he clutched at one of his swords, pushing open the door to your room, having half the mind to turn back around and slice the cook up a bit until he set eyes on your bed. 

he found you sprawled out horizontally over the covers, one of his too-big-for-you shirts pulled over your sleeping body, head falling off of one of the pillows, while you hugged the other tight against your chest. 

now, one thing zoro loved about dating you was seeing just how much you influenced each other. 

when you’d both first joined luffy’s crew, you’d snap and whine at him for napping at the most random intervals of time, kicking him awake or simply complaining very loudly with nami about how he used his free time, driving the swordsman up the walls. 

yet after all that time spent grumbling about his sleeping habits before you’d gotten together (and maybe a bit more after that), here you were. messily spread out on your shared bed with drool running down your chin, taking one of those naps you once objected so much against. 

he held in a laugh, his tiff with the cook fizzling away in his mind as he took in your sleeping figure, the light from the afternoon sun shining into the room and hitting you in an almost angelic way, which for zoro, you were nothing but. 

he carefully propped up his swords against the wall, shaking his shoes off before silently moving towards what you’d both silently agreed on was his side of the bed, though thanks to the way you had moved around in your bed, were now occupied by your bare legs. 

zoro had once heard about how you moved around a lot during your sleep, having heard nami’s complaints about your sleepy kicks or slaps back when you used to share a bed with her, always laughing loudly at the way you would shy away from her in embarrassment, unaware of how squirmy you were asleep. 

surprisingly enough, though, the moment you started to sleep alongside zoro, you stopped moving. maybe it was because of his incredible pain tolerance (since one slap from you would hardly register as painful) that your movements didn’t stir him awake, or maybe it was because of the unyielding grip he had on you the moment his arms found your wriggly body. 

he found it hilarious that it was the latter. 

zoro carefully took both of your ankles in one hand, pushing your legs and subsequently moving your body so you were lying in a more “appropriate” manner, though considering the many times he’d ended up horizontal on a bed, he shouldn't really be judging. 

once he’d made enough space for himself, he let go, kneeling on the mattress before pulling his shirt and haramaki off, polloping himself down on the bed as soon as he’d flung them across the room (something he knew he’d get reprimanded for later).

a grunt left him as he tried to get comfortable, arms immediately spread out instinctively to find your body, wrapping them around your waist and dragging you across the already messy covers into his chest. 

you let out a whine as the rough movements forced you to let go of the pillow you’d been cuddling, though seemed to immediately calm down once you subconsciously realised whose arms you were now in. 

“messy girl,” zoro murmured as he looked around the state your bed’s covers were in after what he assumed had been less than an hour (he clearly recalled you screaming at luffy for something or other a bit before he’d wandered into the kitchen), craning his head so he could press a sloppy kiss against your cheek. “mean, too. napping without me…”

he adjusted the arm underneath you so it was right against your neck, not wanting for you to grow uncomfortable with it digging into your waist, watching as you immediately rested your head against his warm bicep, letting out a soft noise of content. 

his other arm, though, had completely other plans. he moved it from its place around your waist, dragging his hand underneath the oversized shirt of his you’d stolen, placing his warm palm right above the elastic band of your panties, chuckling as your body shivered in response. 

one thing you'd quickly learned about zoro the moment you'd started dating was that he loved your tits. 

he'd once “joked” about throwing all of your bras overboard one day in which you'd walked out of your room without one, eyes trained to your chest each time you walked by, not shying away from showing his attraction to you in that state, though you (and everyone else who had heard his proclamation) knew he was fully capable of doing it. 

zoro's hands were on you every chance you got, taking your tits into his hands and squeezing like they were stress balls, thumb and index slowly working on your pebbling nipples, chin perched on your shoulder and just watching, never making a sound except for the sighs or grunts that would leave him in response to your own whimpering noises. 

sometimes it wasn't even sexual. sometimes he just found comfort in groping you, playing with the flesh as you say in his lap working on something or as a stress reliever after a particularly gruelling battle. 

this, he thought as slid one of his legs between yours, was not one of those times. 

zoro leaned down to press kisses to the exposed skin of your shoulder, leading a trail right up to the spot behind your ear, smirking as you shivered in response to the soft blow of air from his breathing. 

“...’ro.” you mumbled sleepily, hand moving to cover the one that had started playing with your tummy, stirring awake due to his movements, completely different to how zoro could sleep through wars if he wished to. 

“mornin’,” he joked breathlessly into your ear, deciding to continue teasing as he nibbled at your ear lobe, making you squeak and try to move away. “hey, hey, stop moving.” 

“stop bitin’!” you slurred out tiredly, swatting at his face with a huff, knowing it was probably pulled into an annoyingly smug look. 

“can't… ‘specially not when you look this cute in my shirt, all sleepy…” 

“you get turned on by the weirdest things…” you groaned, already feeling his hand start to move up your abdomen, going directly towards his two favourite things. 

his teeth immediately sunk into your neck in response to your little insult, taking advantage of your body's natural reaction to the pain to finally grab at your tits, tugging at your nipple almost immediately, his other arm moving from the position he'd previously put it in to grab at your other tit, not wanting to leave out any of your two girls.

“you’re so pervy, zo… y’re no better than-” your words were cut off as you moaned out in surprise at the immediate attack on your slowly pebbling nipples, the action sending shockwaves through your body, arms lying stiff at your side as you tried to decide what do with your hands, teasing words fizzling away in your mind, too busy enjoying the way your boyfriend was massaging your chest. 

“don't.” zoro growled into your ear with a pinch to your nipples, a high pitched whine leaving your mouth at the little retaliation, knowing full well what was about to leave your mouth, not wanting to think about the perv-cook when he was in the middle of playing with his girl's tits. 

“m-meanie…” you gasped, back arching at the slight pain that accompanied the pleasure that rushed through your body at his actions, feeling the leg that he'd slipped between your own start to move, the coarse material of his trousers along with the pressure of his thigh pressing tight against your panty-clad core. 

“yeah? ‘m just a big meanie?” zoro grunted, licking at the spot he'd previously sunk his teeth in, slowly but surely moving his thigh back and forth, loving the way your tiny frame jumped and shivered at every stimulation he gave. 

“y-yeah-” breathlessly, you started to move down to meet the movements of his stiff thigh, muscles rippling between your legs despite the little effort it took for him to move like this in comparison to you, who was already growing tired from the constant movements without the help like you usually had. 

“this is me being nice,” he licked a stripe up your neck to the spot behind your ear, where he pressed a very uncharacteristically sweet kiss to, your mind flowing with confusion as to how he could focus on kissing, groping and grinding into you all at once. 

well, considering you were dealing with a man who fought with three swords, you shouldn't be surprised at his dexterity. 

each movement of his thigh against where you needed him most sent waves of pleasure through your tired body, and you could anxiously tell that you were leaving a damp spot on his trousers by the way you were dripping, your boyfriend's ministrations enough to get your pussy soaked. 

it also didn't help that each time he pulled his leg forward, his knee would bump against your already throbbing clit, sending shockwaves up your spine and forcing whines out of your wet lips, saliva pooling in your mouth and threatening to slide down your chin like it previously had been doing during your nap. 

“y’really don't want me to be mean,” he taunted, leaving more kisses across the expanse of skin his too-big shirt exposed for him to touch, fingers letting go of your already abused nipples, a sigh of relief leaving your parted lips at that, focusing instead on groping at the rest.

at your lack of response, zoro grinned, basking in the sounds you were making before he slid his leg out of yours, not missing the way they immediately tried to press down onto it, a horrified sound leaving you at the sudden lack of pleasure. 

“z-zo!” you exclaimed, trying to turn around to look at him, but by the way he had you pressed tightly against, you found that movement to be impossible. “wh-what was that for?” 

your whines were music to his ears, ignoring the way you were squirming in his arms, though his hands continued to play with your tits. “what was what for?” 

he acted like he hadn't just put a pin in your pleasure, instead moving to grind his front against your backside, evidence of his growing pleasure pressing into your ass. 

“mean enough for you now?” 

you whined at his taunt, a gasp escaping you as one of his hands let go of your tits, confusion filling you as to what that lonely hand would be getting up to. 

“‘m sorry!” you whined, finding it slightly ridiculous that you were apologising for simply implying that your boyfriend was being mean, though you would've done anything to get that beautiful pleasure back. “please- please…” 

“please what?” you could hear the smirk in his voice, though by the way his hand was already trailing down your stomach towards your soaked cunt, you knew you wouldn't have to do any more begging except to please him. 

“touch- touch me, pleaseee…” you begged, even though his index and middle finger were already teasing the spot right above your clit, tracing the soft texture of your panties, trying to discern which pair you'd worn that day. 

“there's my girl.” he grinned, pride filling him up as he finally got that initial brattiness out of you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek as his fingers went up to the elastic band of your underwear, reaching his hand under it and running over your pubic hair, fingers sliding right between your soppy folds. 

your breath hitched in your throat as he immediately found your tiny bundle of nerves, already an expert on how your body worked and what you needed from him, rubbing slow circles into it like he knew you liked, a sharp contrast to the way he'd previously been grinding his leg against it. 

your legs twitched with every movement, your pleasure picking up from where he'd left off, tummy growing warm as he toyed with you, and though you could feel yourself slowly making your way up to your orgasm, you knew zoro wouldn't let you cum just like that. 

“shit, she's a messy girl, jus’ listen to her…” he murmured, referring to the sounds your cunt was making with every move of his finger, adding a second one in hopes that the cacophony of sounds would increase. 

“don't teaseee…” you drawled out, lolling your head back against his shoulder as he peppered kisses all over you, sliding his fingers around the erogenous zones around your clit, sparking pleasure all over you. 

“‘m not teasing.” he grunted, his hips jerking slightly to make contact with your ass, rubbing his erection against you in tandem with his own fingers, though still completely zeroed in on your pleasure. “I jus’ know what she wants.” 

you puffed out your cheeks, though whatever you were about to snap back died in your throat as he finally slid his fingers down to your soaked entrance, teasingly running his fingers around the ring of muscles. 

“fuck, y’feel tight.” zoro groaned, the heel of his palm pressing right into your clit, stimulating your little nub with each twitch of his fingers. 

“gonna fuck me open?” you jeered, out of breath at the continuous amount of pleasure being forced onto your sleepy body, another wave of slick leaving your cunt at the thought of getting fucked. 

“fuck, I wish…” zoro rasped, cock twitching against your back at the shared idea, shaking his head slightly, too comfortable in this position to move around. “not today, though. ‘m just enjoying playing with your little cunt for now.”

he slipped his middle finger into your hole before you could even reply, though he knew you had no qualms with his reply, always admiring his hands and exclaiming how much you loved having them on your pussy. 

his finger immediately found your g-spot, arching it to rub against the spongy spot that made your toes curl, palm still grinding against your clit deliciously. 

“s-so good!” you cried out, one of your hands grabbing at the arm he'd shoved down your panties, nails digging into his tanned skin in pleasure, though no pain registered, too busy playing with your cunt to focus on it. 

“yeah? ‘course it is, it's me.” he said, ego inflating at his own words as you twitched in his arms, slipping another finger into your tight heat to join the attack on your g-spot, his other hand still playing with your tit, warm pleasure building up in your tummy as he worked you out. “‘know you better than anyone.” 

fuck, it almost pissed you off how right he was. 

“no one like me, right?” 

“no one!” you cried out on instinct, moving your hips in tandem with his hand, amplifying the rising pleasure and grinding back on his stiff cock at the same time. “only one for me, zo!”

“atta fucking girl.” he spat out, breathless from the possessive talk and the own pleasure that was rushing through his body, pre leaking from his tip and forming a wet patch against his trousers. “y’close?” 

“mhm!” you shook your head up and down aggressively, moans and whines tumbling out of your mouth as you neared your peak, hand pulling at zoro's arm to alert him of it and ask that- 

“I got you, don't worry.” he sighed, knowing what you wanted before you even said it out loud, pulling his fingers out of you with a loud squelch, pressing his wet fingers against your clit like you wanted and rubbing quick circles onto it, your legs shaking as your hips tried to keep up with the sudden switch in stimulation, though thankful for the help, as it was what you needed to get where you wanted to the most. 

“fu-fuck, zoro! m’so close!” 

zoro knew what that meant. already too familiar with your body and your needs, he knew that that meant to continue whatever he was doing. not to speed up, not to slow down, not to switch techniques, just keep doing what was making his girl scream. 

“it's okay, I got you,” he almost purred, grip tightening on your tit as his hips jutted out to search for stimulation on his leaking cock, although he knew he'd probably be able to cum just by witnessing your orgasm alone. 

“oh god, oh god-” zoro grunted at your words, knowing that he'd usually let out a teasing ‘god’s not fucking you this good, baby’, at your whiny words, smirking as you immediately changed your tune. “zoro! oh, zoro, zoro!

your mouth flew open in a silent scream as you finally reached your peak, riding out your orgasm with help of zoro's fingers, that were quickly covered in slick by the way you'd came, soaking both his hand and your panties, probably even leaking onto the already messy covers. 

you whined as the hand that had been groping you moved to grab at your neck, moving your head painfully to a side so zoro could slot his lips against yours, drinking up your moans and whimpers as you swapped spit, eyes wide open and taking in the way you were falling apart on his fingers. 

you quickly found yourself twitching in overestimation once your orgasm washed away, whining into zoro's mouth, a telltale sign to slowly stop his ministrations. 

“hey, hey…” he shushed you as he leaned back, letting you lie down properly as he propped himself up on the bed, watching you shiver in the aftershocks of your orgasm as he pulled his fingers back from your perky clit, leaning back down quickly to press a kiss between your furrowed brows. “y’okay?” 

you hummed in response, cracking your eyes open to take a look at your grinning boyfriend, his face flushed and sweaty as his chest rose and fell with each quick breath, almost like he'd- 

“zo, just by-?”

“just by seeing you, yeah.” he exhaled, eyes flicking down to his bulge, cock softening against his trousers as he himself came down from his high, bringing the fingers he'd used on you up to his mouth and licking them clean, eyes darting around the room as if he wasn't in the middle of licking your juices off his fingers. 

“don't goooooo…” you whined, knowing he was probably looking for the closest thing he could use to clean you up, much rather preferring cuddles with your boyfriend to a dry cunt. 

you outstretched your arms out to him and made grabby hands, watching as he grinned in response to your need actions, landing on top of you with a grunt and resting his head right on the tits he'd previously been attacking. 

“brute!” you gasped, hands finding solace in his hair and running through his green strands, pouting down at your boyfriend. 

“mmm… next time don't let me suck your tits, unless you wanna see a real brute.” 

[frownyalfred]

Arkham Prince - Masterlist of Posts

I've linked the major asks below with a preview (edited for length) below, grouped by subject/theme and rough chronological order of how I received them. Additional shorter asks/clarifying questions, as well as shorter bits of commentary are at the very bottom.

The very first post:

I have been thinking about the idea of Bruce going insane without being Batman, about Batman being his coping mechanism, and that reblog that was like "he would definitely have ended up in Arkham if he didnt make Batman." Now I'm thinking of an AU where that is exactly the case, and maybe Clark expands his interest towards Gotham a bit, as much as he doesnt like heroing there, because it is the neighbor city of Metropolis. It's like his backyard. And maybe he wants to understand the problem of Gotham at the root, so he goes as Clark Kent, reporter, to interview the patients at Arkham, and there meets Bruce Wayne. Maybe falls in love. Maybe its angsty as fuck because this Bruce is 10 times less adjusted than the Bruce we're used to, but of course, equally as brilliant. (Maybe he could escape any time he wanted but thinks he would murder people if so. Maybe he doesnt trust his anger.)

Expanding Asks:

the idea of arkham patient bruce wayne has burrowed into the depths of my mind. this is SUCH a fascinating thought and changes so many things…how does the justice league fare without batman? how does alfred? i’d assume alfred is given bruce’s guardianship when he’s institutionalized, and i could even see him taking in the robins – finding and helping these children who remind him so much of his own boy, trying not to fail them as he failed bruce. how bruce himself does in arkham is so interesting to consider…is he kept on the same level of security as the real supervillains? is he moved there after Events?

Clark, realizing the League has a problem, a trap from someone like Lex they don't know how to unknot, something which requires finesse and strategy which is a little beyond them... taking that stroll (flight) down to Gotham, feeling insane himself for seeking advise here of all places... but the Arkham Prince delivers. Clark explains the situation, answers questions that he had no idea related to the issue, and Bruce hands him the solution in the span of 10 minutes, while the League had been brainstorming and going in circles over this for days...

Clark Kent and the Arkham Prince Finding Common Ground:

clark’s first attempt to interview the prince of arkham go about as well as you might expect, given that he’s a reporter with sunshine all but seeping out of his pores. the first time bruce doesn’t even talk to him, too furious at the gall of this metropolitan newshound to interrogate him for the sake of some gruesome, sensationalist op-ed obviously about the tragedy of the family wayne and the irredeemable mire of gotham to do anything more than death-glare at him for the entire length of the meeting. but clark, unsatisfyingly, doesn’t give up after that. if bruce doesn’t talk to him, he sure talks to bruce, and with each subsequent interview the questions…change. no longer trying to establish facts about bruce’s life or his crimes, not asking about his experience in arkham, not even going for the low-hanging fruit of why’d you train for years to kill those people, but seemingly random and unrelated things. he wants bruce’s opinions on emissions policies (need to be stricter and more tightly enforced, especially in gotham, jesus, there’s a reason lung cancer and asthma rates are through the roof) and lex luthor’s keynote speeches (unprintable, wiped from clark’s tape recorder in case luthor somehow finds out) and whether or not clark should buy a new suit (why bother, it won’t be any less tragic than every other polyester abomination he cruelly forces bruce to look at every time he stops by). clark slowly and stubbornly makes himself as much a part of bruce’s routine as visits with alfred and lucius and the doctors, and all the while superman is playing a high-stakes game of mental chess with the sinking suspicion that bruce wayne has already won in more ways than one bruce figures out kent is superman about three hours after the first time big blue gets namedropped during an interview. he commences with a plan that is part honeypot, part campaign of psychological warfare, and part genuine bid to get this midwestern alien who holds the safety of his city in his hands to try and give a damn like a proper gothamite would, like no one but bruce ever seems to.

Clark, whose one of his grestest fears is being constrained, treated as a threat, dissected, studied, as the alien specimen he is. He has to pretend. He had to be so careful. Every day or he won't have a life to live.

Clark asking the Arkham Prince to Consult for the JL:

i would kill to have clark-as-supes get some kind of special dispensation to bring arkham prince bruce to the jl hideout (the watchtower doesn’t to be without batman’s engineering/logistics knowhow and WE funding, at least not until bruce is more formally considered a consultant) for help on one of lex’s more convoluted and immediate threats. it’s just not possible for bruce to solve the problem in isolation without the league’s resources, so instead of bringing league missions to bruce superman has to bring bruce to the league mission. i started imagining the team’s reaction to their unwitting reliance on criminally insane mass murderer bruce wayne and then i remembered oliver exists and now i feel only sadness thinking about that particular reunion

Just wondering how regular JL universe would react to meeting this au, meeting Batman and seeing Bruce Wayne's potential Would they realize that their Bruce is limited by what he can do inside Arkham, but that this Batman is also limited by his own rules and codes. Would Ollie be crushed at what his former friend could have been, thinking maybe if he had stepped up and been a "better friend" Bruce wouldn't be in Arkham, he could of been working beside him instead. Can imagine Batman saying "I don't kill" and Bruce just smiling in what should have been the brucie smile and replying "but I do"

The crossover is so funny in regards to Supes. Like here's Arkham Prince AU Clark, terribly in love with a version of Bruce who is so unavailable to him on so many levels, aching with it every time he dares think about it, staring at Regular Universe Clark in complete and utter disbelief. (expansion of "regular JL universe" ask above)

Your take on Prince of Arkham's level of influence on JL members, at the top being of course Clark. And also: first time he is taken into the JL base, does he hack into their systems?

OMG arkham bruce and clark have gotten closer and maybe clark makes bruce promise not to kill again after bruce gets out of arkham so he can join the jl but then someone is killed and theres evidence it was bruce but bruce swears it wasnt him ( bc it wasn’t him ) but theres so much evidence that even clark is starting to doubt bruces innocence and the jl has to kick him out and hes taken back to Arkham or for interrogation and then ANGST BRUCE BEING TORTURED FOR CONFESSION BUT HE STILL SWEARS HE DIDNT DO IT until its proven that he didnt do it

@bat-chik's Harvey Dent Visits Bruce in Arkham

"We can't even claim self defense," Harvey continued. "You-" "He has cancer." Harvey blinked at the non-sequitur, "What?" Finally, the orphaned Wayne turned and faced him, face blank, unconcerned about how much more this action would add to his sentencing. Unconcerned except for the steel eyes seething yet holding back so much hurt. Harvey remembered once again, with a small pang, why he had gotten a crush on Bruce in their college days. "Nygma. He has cancer. The only way to get medical care in Arkham is by ending up in the hospital wing." Bruce moved with all the weight of the world on his shoulders and sat in the bolted chair across from his lawyer, and life long friend.

Where are the Batkids in This?

pls consider. a dick greyson who gets tossed in arkham after tracking down and torturing then killing killing his parent's murderer. tiny and lost now that what was driving him is done. a bruce wayne who hasnt been in That long yet, not long enough for people to see him as a threat rather than just an oddity, who takes one look at that angry little kid and says "oh. oh that ones mine" and spends as much time with the kid as he can. and bruce Loves gotham, thats his whole drive. but to dick, gotham is nothing but the place his world crumbled. and i think this bruce never sat with his feelings of grief either. i think he always needed a cause. and i think he saw dick having lost his cause and tries to help him find another (id like to put forth escaping as a hobby, managing to get into Any part of arkham that he pleases especially with his athleticism and small size)

It would be funny if in the Arkham Prince AU, since all the kids are in there for being um - gremlins and down with murder - that Jason in this was the pacifist?

Re: Jason being the pacifist: "I will follow you forever because you killed him." Endlessly devoted Jason my beloved. If you give him one (1) positive attention he will light himself on fire to keep you warm. I love him so much. Self destructive king.

Tim committing a crime just to end up in Arkham and study the famed insane Bruce Wayne is actually startlingly in character for him...

Clarifying Asks:

when do you see him as getting committed? was he already batman? did he already have any of his kids? if not, what *happened* to those kids who never had bruce to fight for them?

Okay, but since Bruce is the Prince of Arkham, whats stopping his kids from being in there with him?

Oh I am sooooooooo curious about what Clark thinks about Arkham Bruce having a gaggle of prison murder children.…you ever think he’s asked Dick to give Clark flowers during one of his escapes????? Or is that too corny for them.

I've seen some Arkham Prince asks and responses referring to Bruce still being rich, but would he still be?

Additional Thoughts:

i am torn between the other Inmates Hating bruce (hes the picture of those who hurt them. a rich man who is just like them but gets Way less pain for it) and adoring him

Picture this, Alfred goes to see Haly's, sees another black haired blue eyed child losing his parents at just about the same age. Another feral child with murder in his eyes.

it’s extremely important to me to consider arkham prince bruce with longer, shaggy hair and a perpetual three-day beard

The smut in the Arkham Prince AU would be INSANE.

This Arkham Prince AU has folks in a choke hold but ya'll forget one thing. The Joker and Harley Quinn.

god i am just exploding thinking about bruce and sex in the arkham prince au. there is absolutely no way he’s not accustomed to exchanging sex for favors, information, anything he wants or needs. (additional thoughts on how Clark fits into this/Superbat)

Okay hi so my main source of Arkham knowledge is the Penguin show so I’m gonna ramble a bit about factions and divides and stuff. (Sofia Falcone expansion)

continuing my thoughts on Sofia Falcone coming off your great opinions to my last ask.

There is a parallel thread between Bruce and Sofia

[sreegs]

im begging y'all to please practice some basic due diligence and read the articles you link before sharing. make sure it actually backs up what the catchy headline says. make sure it's actually proving the point you're trying to assert. make sure it's not some far-right fash website that had a headline that sounded good to you

please.

so far this week i've seen people sharing things about mcdondalds stock tanking with the OP celebrating the success of the boycott, only to find the article was from over a year ago. i've seen people sharing a link to an article suggesting the Oct 7th Hamas attacks were planned by a "cabal of globalists" because the headline made it sound like Israel knew they were going to happen

you cannot just share flashy headlines and consider your job done. read the whole thing. that goes for people posting it and people just reblogging it. check your fucking sources for obvious red flags, or if it's even about what you think it is

it's extremely important that during times like this you're directing your anger at the right places, and you're informed with something tangible and verifiable. outrage fatigue is real and it's easy to burn out when so much terrible shit is happening daily

[memorizingthedigitsofpi]

I've been doing some introspection to try to figure out why I have such an intensely strong emotional reaction when someone takes a post with a hopeful or positive message and reblogs it with negativity.

I've blocked a lot of tumblr users for calling an OP stupid for being optimistic or hopeful. You know, people who are just being mean and hateful because it's edgy or cool or whatever. I think that's a reasonable reaction and a way to keep toxicity out of my feed.

But I've also blocked folks who read a post about being kinder to oneself and they respond to that with, "That's okay for other people, but I'm not allowed." They don't usually use those exact words of course, but that's the message. And that message cuts me to my core every single time I read it. Blocking those people isn't about avoiding trolls. It's about protecting myself from being hurt.

Because that's the thing. It hurts to see that and feel helpless. To see someone being so cruel to themselves and know there's nothing I can do to show them they don't have to be.

I'll write a post about how oneshots are amazing, or I'll see one talking all about how doodle art is so expressive and charming etc. and I'll see in my notes or in the reblogs a lot of people agreeing and a lot of people appreciating someone sharing that point of view.

But I'll also see a lot of people who say things like, "Maybe so, but my writing still stucks." or "Sure, OTHER PEOPLE's doodles are cool but mine are dumb."

When I see that, I just want to tell them they're wrong. That the post applies to them too. That they're allowed to love themselves, and they don't have to wait until they're better or perfect to do it.

Except you can't just roll up into a stranger's ask box and say, "I don't know you and I've never read your writing or seen your art, and the only piece of you I've seen are one set of tags on one post on this entire website, but you're wrong."

I think part of the reason why it hurts so much to see that is the feeling of wanting to help and knowing that I can't. But I think another part of the hurt comes from recognizing that feeling and remembering what it was like to be stuck believing my own lies about myself.

I don't think those things anymore. Or if I do, it's pretty rare. But every time I see those comments the pain wells up inside of me and brings back that feeling of hopelessness I had once upon a time. The feeling of shame that went along with it. The guilt and the anger and the frustration and the desperate need for someone to tell me I was really okay.

I wish I could do that for all of you out there who need someone like that right now. I wish you'd believe me if I tried. But I guess, for now at least, I'll just wish that when you see those posts that you let yourself believe them. Let yourself apply them to you too. Just for a little while.

[bellaxgiornata]

You Are My Sunshine [3]

Pairing: Jax Teller x Fem!Reader Word count: 3.6k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Teller Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; sunshine!Reader/grumpy!Jax (somewhat), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, canon divergent, canon typical violence (more tags to possibly come)

a/n: I happen to be very sick today so I figured I'd share another part of the series with y'all. Prepare for some angst and a pissed off, grumpy Jax. The next part is almost a complete draft, so more is coming. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

tag list: @mariamadison6-blog @moongirlgodness @kmc1989 @thedreadandthefugitivemind

Jax’s mind had been a noisy, dark place all day. He'd been smoking more than usual since that constant irritating, familiar itch for something was back again and demanding to be felt. It didn't help that his jaw ached from the way he'd been grinding it for hours, attempting to hold down the ever-present rage in his chest that felt like a coiled viper desperate to strike at something–anything. 

He knew it was only a matter of time before something set him off.

Drawing the beer bottle up to his lips for a deep pull, Jax sat back against one of the worn couches in the clubhouse. Legs spread wide, one of his hands absently toyed with his lighter against his thigh. Not even the alcohol had been helping to take the edge off his thoughts this evening as he watched the flame of his lighter flicker before he flipped the lid closed and snuffed it out once more.  

Across the clubhouse, Jax noticed one of the croweaters eyeing him from behind the bar. She had been shooting him flirtatious smiles and views down the front of her shirt whenever she bent over for the past twenty minutes now. For a brief moment, Jax had genuinely considered taking her down the hall and back to his dorm room. He’d thought that maybe shoving her facedown on the mattress for a quick fuck would briefly get Tara and Opie’s death out of his goddamned mind for just a little while. But for some reason the thought of fucking the same girl he'd seen with Tig last night only made that coil of anger twist tighter inside of himself. He didn't want her.

Bobby settled down on the opposite side of the couch from Jax, the movement catching his attention and causing Jax to tear his gaze away from the brunette behind the bar. Jax focused on his Vice President, watching as he rested his arm along the other armrest and sat half-turned on the cushion. There was a beer in Bobby’s own hand and a grim expression on his face as he quietly studied him. Jax could practically hear the words about to come out of Bobby's mouth before they even did. He was certain it was going to be a conversation that he'd had with him a few times now–and that only managed to piss Jax off more without Bobby even opening his mouth.

“What?” he finally snapped, unable to take the silent judgment any longer. “What is it?”

Bobby raised his hands in mock surrender, beer still clutched in one of them. “Didn’t say nothing, brother,” he answered calmly. “You just look like you’re ready to burn the whole place down over here.”

Jax’s fingers flicked his lighter shut once more, his eyes dropping down to where he’d been fidgeting with it on his lap. “Maybe I’m just thinking,” Jax countered sharply.

Bobby sighed, the expression shifting on his face as he took in Jax’s harsh tone. The sympathetic look in his eyes only managed to agitate Jax further, his hand gripping his own beer bottle tighter the moment his Vice President began speaking again.

“Brother, I know you’re feeling the loss of Opie,” Bobby began carefully. “We all are. And we’ll get retaliation for what happened to him. You know we will. We all want the same thing.”

Jax’s glare burned into the cement floor of the clubhouse as Bobby spoke. He didn’t like to think about how he’d lost his best friend just months ago. He didn’t want to remember that moment that haunted him, playing on repeat most nights when he closed his eyes. Ope hadn’t deserved that. He hadn’t deserved any of the shit that had happened to him over the past couple of years. 

But that was the life they led now, wasn’t it? Savage. Violent. Brutal. Unforgiving. Lonely. The many reasons Jax was trying to get the club out of running guns and into less dangerous business, especially after Abel had come into his life. Though it should have been Opie here as his Vice President talking to him right now. It should have been Ope talking him off the violent ledge he always seemed to be walking a thin line on lately. He’d always planned for it to be him at his right hand.

“There’s more to it than that,” Jax muttered bitterly.

Bobby nodded, more than aware that it wasn’t just Opie’s death plaguing Jax. He’d already been in a tailspin before that had happened, his best friend’s passing had just been the thing that had pushed him further into a spiraling descent fueled by rage and hate.

“Jax, man, you gotta let that go,” Bobby told him. “Tara made her choice. She left and it hurts, but it is what it is, brother. You can’t make her accept this life. You and I both know that the club life isn’t really meant for happy relationships and growing families. That’s how it’s always been.”

Jax’s jaw clenched again at Bobby’s words, his chest growing tighter. Bobby didn’t get it, not the full picture anyway. Because Jax had kept the full extent of what had happened with Tara a secret, one that was only known by Tara and himself. The club all had thought she had just come and gone from his life after Abel's birth complications, they had no idea that Agent Kohn really hadn't been in Charming investigating the Sons until he’d suddenly disappeared and left them all alone. The Sons had no idea that the psycho had actually been Tara’s ex who had followed her out here from Chicago, and that she’d most likely come here because she knew Jax would do something about it. That he was the only one who would. Because it was ultimately Jax who had finished Kohn off after Tara had shot him in self-defense when he’d tried to force himself on her. All his brothers had no goddamn idea that Jax had single-handedly disposed of the fed’s body after the fact, and now the secret lay buried within him, too. One that had been weighing on him heavily for more reasons than he cared to delve into.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Bobby,” Jax grumbled, his eyes still focused on his lighter. 

Another weary sigh fell out of Bobby as he glanced down at the beer bottle in his hands. “What I know is that you’ve been a mess ever since Tara left,” he continued carefully, full well knowing this was a difficult subject to broach with Jax. “We’ve all seen it, brother. You’ve got a shorter fuse lately, which leads to you not always making the best judgement calls. And we need you focused if we’re really going to get outta guns and get these other more legitimate businesses up and running successfully.”

Jax’s head snapped up at that, his eyes narrowing at Bobby. He wasn’t making the best judgement calls? What the hell was that even supposed to mean? He’d had the weight of the club thrust onto his shoulders right before him, Juice, Ope, and Tig had gone into Stockton, right after Jax had stripped Clay of his place in the club for the betrayal of killing his and Opie’s father–and Jax was still itching for revenge on that.

“Look, all I’m saying is that we all see it, Jax,” Bobby continued, trying to keep his tone even and calm. “You’re hurting. We get it. But you’re the club President now. You need to own your shit and leave the past where it belongs. It’s been a year, brother.” He paused, taking in the growing look of annoyance on Jax's face. “Whatever you gotta do to get right with your shit, you know we’ll support you. But this anger you’re holding on to? This rage and pain? You gotta find a way to let it go before it eats you alive.”

“It's not that simple,” Jax growled.

He could feel that growing rage clawing at his chest, desperate for release. For a target. Something to just unleash his fury on, to tear into and rip apart.  

“You need to find a way to make it that simple,” Bobby countered. “You need to–”

“I don't need you to tell me what I need to do!” Jax roared, rising abruptly from the couch and onto his feet. “I’m handling my shit. And I don't ever wanna hear you bring Tara up to me again, brother.”

Without another word, Jax stalked his way out of the clubhouse, slamming his half-finished beer bottle harshly down onto a table as he passed it. Storming off towards the clubhouse exit, he shot the hangaround that had been behind the bar silently flirting with him a dark glare that had her quickly averting her attention from him. He didn't give a shit that the guys were staring at him right now or that he’d just made a scene and went off on his VP. He didn't give a shit about anything at the moment. 

Roughly pushing the clubhouse door open with a hand, Jax stepped out into the warm summer night. He slipped his hand into the pocket inside of his kutte, feeling for his pack of cigarettes by habit to light up yet another smoke for the night. But even as he slipped the cigarette between his lips and lit it, he knew he didn't really want that, either.

He pocketed his lighter with a growl, taking a deep drag as he began to pace the length of the clubhouse parking lot in the dim lights. Back and forth he stalked in long, agitated strides as he ran a hand through his hair. His other hand pulled the cigarette from between his lips as he sharply blew out a trail of smoke, his mind still racing. He hated that the guys had seen how unraveled he’d grown lately because of Opie’s violent and unexpected death along with all of the internal festering bullshit with Tara that he hadn’t come to terms with yet. It made him want to hit something. To bloody his fists, break bone. That anger in his chest like a coiled serpent was just begging for something to sink its fangs into.

As Jax once more turned and stalked down the length of the parking lot in front of the clubhouse, his eyes landed on movement from across the street. You. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, watching you through your front shop windows as that dark anger coiled a bit tighter at the sight of you. You were laughing and waving goodbye to one of your employees, clearly closing up for the night. 

Smiling. You were smiling again.

Not even processing his actions, Jax pulled the half-finished cigarette from his lips and tossed it to the pavement. Half-heartedly stomping it out with his shoe, his gaze was fixed on you through the windows as you began wiping down the countertop. And then he was moving, making his way out of the lot and across the street as if he was compelled. 

As he harshly shoved open the door to your shop and stepped inside, he immediately came to a halt in front of the door the moment you looked up at him. He had no fucking idea why he’d come in here, he just knew needed to get away from the clubhouse, and the last two times he’d been here, you’d somehow distracted him from his thoughts. But for some reason the warm, friendly smile that had quickly pulled itself across your pretty lips in greeting at the sight of him just made his eyes narrow into a sharp glare. Gemma’s words from the other day ran through his mind again–her warning to stay away from you–and his jaw clenched. You shouldn’t be smiling at him like that.

“Evening, Jax,” your bright, cheerful voice greeted him. “You’ve actually made it in tonight with ten minutes to spare before I close this time. Your timing is getting better.”

He didn’t react to your joke, not even the faintest twitch of his mouth. He just stood there, his lips pursed and his hands stuffed into his pockets. One of your brows arched at his silence, your head tilting curiously to the side as you watched him for a moment. Goddammit, he hated the way your eyes sometimes seemed to look straight through him like that.

“Can I…get you a coffee?” you asked hesitantly.

“No,” he grunted. “Don’t want a coffee.”

You set the cleaning supplies down onto the counter, that friendly smile still drawn wide over your lips. The sight of it was only further fueling that coiled rage in his chest, but he was trying to hold it back. For the moment.

“Okay, well,” you continued, unfazed by his answer, “I can offer you tea. Or I still have some peanut butter cookies left from the day.”

Jax shook his head sharply, that hardened expression still on his face as he stood just a few feet in front of the entrance to your shop. He didn’t want any of that. He wasn’t sure why the hell he was here, but he wasn’t about to admit that to you, either. Though he noticed that this time, the longer he stood here with you smiling at him, the more he found himself wanting to wipe that cheerful look right off of your goddamn face. No one should be so fucking happy.

You nodded slowly at his response, your eyes still taking in his tense form. “I’m just cleaning up before I close,” you tried again, words coming out more careful as you spoke. “If you’d like to have a seat, you’re welcome to keep me company. I wouldn’t mind some conversation while I clean up.”

Jax hesitated for a moment. The sort of company you were probably hoping for was absolutely not the kind he knew he’d give you tonight. But still, Jax eventually strode over towards the counter before he hooked a foot around one of the chair legs that was positioned in front of it, roughly pulling it towards himself. A shrill noise abruptly pierced the air as it slid across the wood laminate flooring. With his hardened eyes still fixed on you, he lowered himself into the seat and watched as you resumed wiping down the counter. And you were still fucking smiling.

“Why the fuck do you always look so goddamn cheerful?”

The question had fallen right out of Jax so quick and harsh that he hadn’t been able to hold it back. But that beautiful smile on your face that had remained there since he stepped into your shop was just pissing him off further. He didn’t like it. Not tonight. Not directed at him. He wanted to make it disappear.

“Because I actively choose to focus on the things in life that make me happy,” you answered simply. 

His eyes narrowed at that. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Glancing up at him from beneath your lashes, you appeared to catch the face he’d just made. Pausing in your cleaning of the counter, you set the towel back down and focused your full attention on Jax–something that made him shift in his seat.

“There’s always going to be things that make us happy or sad or angry,” you began. “That’s just life. We all experience it. But a long time ago, I chose to focus on the good things instead of dwelling on the painful ones.” Your smile softened as you gestured around you. “Like my coffee shop. I’ve always dreamt of having a place like this, and now I do.”

“The hell does a coffee shop have to do with anything?” he snapped. “How the hell does a job make you so happy all the damn time?”

You shrugged a shoulder and Jax watched as you rested both of your hands on the other side of the countertop. Despite his attitude and the tone he was giving you tonight, your smile had yet to waver. Something he didn’t quite understand. He wasn’t exactly pleasant company right now, but you didn’t seem bothered at all. It was irritating.

“Because it gives me purpose. I get to spend my days making other people happy,” you answered. “Which makes me happy. I brighten people’s days with a smile and a kind word along with a cup of coffee or tea. This place itself also gives people in Charming somewhere to come and connect with each other. And that makes me feel good, too.”

Jax’s eyes narrowed at you, your response settling over him. You derived your happiness from making others happy? From caring about everyone else? Is that really what you were saying to him right now?

“Bullshit,” he replied sharply. “I call bullshit. No one is that selfless and kind without there being some sort of ulterior motive, sunshine.”

There’d been a less-than-friendly bite to the nickname as Jax said it. Almost mocking you. And that finally had your smile faltering just a bit. The sight caused that coiled rage inside of Jax to squirm restlessly in triumph. Like he’d found his target for the night. Before you could even react, Jax was speaking again, the words falling out of him.

“There’s no way you’re over here content to serve coffee to everyone,” he continued, an edge to his voice and a piercing look in his blue eyes. “That happy little barista persona of yours is a load of shit. It’s fake and you know it. And if you tell me it’s not, you’re just lying to your damn self. You’re not happy, there’s no fucking way considering I see you over here all the goddamned time working.” 

He gestured a ringed hand in your direction as you continued to stand there behind the counter, a hard to read expression on your face. But you weren’t smiling. For once, he’d started to knock that goddamn cheerful look right off of your pretty, friendly face. That only made Jax want to continue to tear into you.

“You’re a fake, sweetheart,” he spat. “And let me tell you something else.”

Jax pushed his chair back from the counter, that coiled serpent of rage in his chest seething as he rested his hands on the countertop. He leaned in closer towards you, his voice low and dangerous as he brought his face near yours, the coffee shop counter the only thing separating you both.

“You should know better than to be friendly towards a man like me,” he warned you. “I’m not good, sweetheart. I don’t do good things. And your little attempt to get through to me with your fucking fortune cookie language just makes you look pathetic and naive. I see right through you and your bullshit positivity that you so desperately cling to–you’re sad and lonely like everyone else. Why the fuck else would you be here so much trying to make nice with everyone you meet? You’ve got something missing inside of you just like the rest of us, sunshine.”

A satisfied smirk tugged up the corner of Jax’s lips as he pushed himself back from the countertop. You certainly weren’t smiling now. Your lips had actually thinned out along your face into a firm, straight line and you were gripping the edge of the countertop with both of your hands as if it was helping you keep yourself together. And reflecting back at him in your eyes was something that looked an awful lot like hurt. Like he’d struck a nerve with his words. 

“Not everyone has ulterior motives to their kindness,” you replied gently, the words coming out pained as you broke the tense silence that had fallen. “But maybe that’s all you’ve known. Either way, I appreciate you sharing your honest opinion of me, but I’d like to ask that you leave now because the shop is closed. You’re welcome to return tomorrow when we reopen.”

Jax’s expression hardened at your response. That wasn’t the reaction he’d wanted. Why weren’t you yelling? Calling him names? Cursing him out of your coffee shop? He’d just insulted you, been a complete asshole, and you were still holding firm to being polite?

Letting out a frustrated scoff, Jax turned around towards the exit without another word. He shoved the door roughly open with far more force than necessary before stepping back out into the warm summer evening. Internally fuming, he stalked off down the sidewalk in the opposite direction of both the clubhouse and your coffee shop, his fists curled tight at his sides. 

That hadn’t made him feel better. Finding someone to tear down tonight, someone to unleash that pent up anger on, it hadn’t eased any of that burning ache in his chest. Knocking that smile off of your face hadn’t remotely soothed that rage inside of him. If anything, now he was feeling something else that he didn’t like. Something that he wasn’t accustomed to feeling often–guilt. That hurt, upset expression you’d had on your face after he’d went off on you like that had just looked so wrong on you after all the weeks he’d seen you through the windows smiling in your coffee shop. 

As Jax made his way around the street corner, agitatedly walking an aimless path through downtown Charming, he couldn’t help but to wonder why tearing into you like that had made him feel as fucking shitty as it had. He’d just wanted to see you not smile for once, to make you feel something other than that carefree lightheartedness that radiated from you. But ripping into you like that–you with your unflappable fucking kindness–felt like he’d just ripped the wings off of a dove.

[notaplaceofhonour]

I get significantly less hate online than I did in the year after October 7th and I wish I could attribute it to the hate just fizzling out, but I know that’s not the case.

here’s the things that have made tumblr more livable for me to deal with antisemitism:

anon is off. if you want to say something to me you say it to my face. plenty of antisemites are more than happy to be terrible with their full chest, but a lot of them are chickenshit. this filters out a lot of hate.

the block button is my friend. if I see something hateful, I block. if it’s overt enough (saying “I hate the Jews” or “the Jews are like XYZ”) I report it. I also sometimes go into the notes to see who’s sharing these hateful posts and block a bunch of them preemptively.

don’t reward them for being hateful. they want the engagement, they want the reblogs & likes, they want the persecution complex of “(((the zionists))) are after me”, they want a lolcow to milk; don’t give it to them. if you get in a back-and-forth with them, their followers will jump on you too. if you give the post any notes, tumblr will recommend more like it. don’t reblog unrepentant bigots just to dunk on them or convince them they’re wrong.

don’t be quiet about it either. it does help to still push back, if you do so strategically, in ways that make it unrewarding to get into a back-and-forth with. screenshot it, dunk tank it on your own post rather than giving their post engagement. I do this in one of two ways:

if there’s anything productive to say about it, use it as a learning opportunity. don’t try to convince op they’re wrong. provide a better argument for other people that will inoculate them against op’s bad arguments; save the vitriol & justified anger, just show them how op is wrong & give a more grounded answer so people can avoid falling for it. don’t assume motive. stick to the facts. provide receipts. (if op is too all over the place to make screenshots readable & you paraphrase their argument, only do so for brevity; don’t rephrase “what they really meant”; try to keep their phrasing & work from there to unpack it) (sometimes it works to reblog a bad response to your own post, if you can respond to it in a way that reinforces the point of your original post)

if there is nothing productive to be gained from arguing and it’s just a stupid, truly rancid take, mock the shit out of it on your own post. don’t reach, don’t put words in their mouth, don’t make it about who they are. just show what they said and make fun of it. if it’s stupid enough it’ll stand on its own. don’t do this with takes that are complicated to unravel; that’s what the previous bulletpoint is for.

don’t take this as prescriptive; i’m not saying “this is The Right Way™️ to do it”. but it’s my own internal guidelines for a strategy that’s working for me. feel free to use it if it will help.

[megalony]

Safe Haven- Part 2

Thank you all for the lovely feedback on this Evan Buckley imagine, I hope you will all like this next part.

And I am hoping to do more foster! Buck ideas soon.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: Evan and (Y/n) have always fostered kids, it's something that comes natural to them. But when they take on a rather defensive kid with anger issues, a few problems arise for them and their kids.

Enjoy.

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Crouching down beside the table, Evan parted his knees to the side and reached over to Libby who had been stood directly in front of him like a reversed shadow.

The toddler instantly leaned her head into Evan's chest while her eyes were glued to the floor and the teddy beneath her arm was almost getting beheaded with how tightly she bound it under her armpit. Evan rested one hand on Libby's back and moved the other to gently swipe the dummy from her mouth.

"Trade you," He murmured and held out the beaker of juice he'd made up for her. She was being fussy today, she didn't want to eat so Evan was hoping to bribe her to have a drink.

She didn't seem too impressed but she didn't grumble, she leaned her head on Evan's chest and started swaying the beaker like it was a compass. Evan pecked her temple and smoothed his hand up and down her back before he lifted his head and pointed towards (Y/n).

He ushered Libby in her direction with a soft "Go find mummy," because he knew (Y/n) was making breakfast and she might be able to coax Libby to have something. Even if it was just a bit of fruit or a piece of toast. His eyes followed the toddler as she scrambled towards (Y/n) and bashed her beaker into her leg to gain her mum's attention.

Evan's hands moved to his knees and he pushed up from the floor, clicking his spine into place just as he noticed movement out the corner of his eye.

He turned around and let his hips slouch back against the sink while his arms folded over his chest and the smile faded from his lips. His eyes narrowed and zoned in on the fifteen year old who shuffled into the kitchen with his head hung down and his shoulders slumped like he was starting to melt. From the small view Evan could see of Jackson's face, he could tell his expression was grave. And Evan guessed that the teen hadn't managed to get much sleep last night. Much like the rest of them in the house.

Jackson didn't bother to lift his head very much. He snook a glance towards Evan before he sighed and looked towards the table instead. He could see that Evan was watching him carefully, trying to anticipate his next move and see what kind of mood he was in.

And Evan looked imposing. Stood there with one leg crossed over the other, his body leaning back on the counter and his arms crossed which showed off his tense biceps and the tattoos littering his skin. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a thin black vest that looked half a size too small for him.

When Jackson silently motioned to the table, Evan nodded. He didn't have to ask for permission to sit down, but he seemed to be taking caution with each move he made. Evan wondered if Jackson would be so cautious and self-pitying if Evan wasn't in the house.

If it was just (Y/n) and the kids, would his mood be different? Would he be tentative and careful or grouchy and dismissive? Was he going to try and talk to (Y/n) or did he think that ignoring her was going to be his best way forward?

Evan watched him slump down at the table quietly and when he glanced to the left, he locked eyes with (Y/n).

She turned to see which of the boys it was who came into the kitchen and she couldn't help the way her chest tightened when she realised it was Jackson. She hadn't spoken to him since she sent him to his room last night. Evan had been the the one to speak to him and then check on him for the rest of the night and make sure he was settled and alright to be left alone for the night.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what was going to happen tomorrow once Evan went back to work. She had been silently relieved when he called Bobby and switched his shift from tonight to tomorrow night instead. It gave them all today to be together and meant Jackson could properly calm down while Evan was around. He- hopefully- wouldn't try anything with Evan in the house.

And when Evan went to work tomorrow, at least he was only on a night shift and he would be home the next morning. Not long after Evan left, all the kids would be in bed and Jackson would no doubt be in his room.

Her lips rolled together and she leaned over to reach down for Libby who was still leaning and tapping against her legs. She hoisted her daughter up and settled Libby on her hip, letting the toddler nuzzle her face into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck and rest the beaker in her hand on (Y/n)'s chest.

(Y/n) attached her lips to Libby's temple and gently hushed her to stop her from wriggling so much because when she wriggled she kicked her legs around. And (Y/n) didn't need Libby kicking her when her legs were resting on her back and her bump.

"Morning boys." Evan lifted his head and managed a smile when he heard bounding footsteps and watched Kyle and Jason trot into the room.

It was heartwarming to see Kyle walking into the room with Jason glued to his side and their hands latched together. Kyle had taken to the role of big brother since the first week he came to live with them. He never minded when Jason wanted to play with him or holding his hand when they went out anywhere or reading to him and playing games with him. And with Libby being so young, she was already growing up under the impression that Kyle was her brother, the same as Jason.

"Morning." A cheeky grin lit up Jason's face but the look momentarily wavered when Jason looked towards the table and noticed another person sitting there.

His hand tightened around Kyle's and he pushed into his brother's side like he was subtly trying to keep as much distance between himself and Jackson as possible.

Jason didn't like the new boy. It was natural to have other children in the house, this was the lifestyle Jason had grown up with and when he went to a friends house he was surprised if they had no siblings or didn't have any 'friends' living with them. He thought every family took in kids from time to time. And usually the kids were nice. Usually they were timid and Jason knew to take his time talking and sharing toys and games with them and to not frighten them.

Some came and simply attached to Jason's parents and he knew that was okay, he knew to leave them if they were upset or try and involve them if they were unsure what to do.

But no one had come to their home and started to throw things before. No one had begun to shout and kick and be mean.

Jason thought it best to stay away from this boy and stick to his family like glue. It felt safer that way. And Evan's expression dropped when he noticed the unease written across Jason's face. He didn't want his boy to be worried or nervous in his own home.

Weaving around Kyle, Jason finally let go of his hand in favour of going up to (Y/n). He wove his arms around her legs and rested his chin against her waist so he could look up at her with a timid smile.

"Morning mummy… you hurt?" A deep frown set into Jason's features and he lifted one hand to graze his fingertips across her lip before he pointed up towards her eye.

He hadn't noticed last night when she tucked him into bed that her lip had looked like this. There was a small streak of blood along her bottom lip where the skin was split and it was swollen. And there was swelling near the bridge of her nose making it hard for her to open her left eye fully.

(Y/n) dared to look towards Evan for a second before she tried to smile and reached her free arm down to wrap around him.

"I'm okay baby, just had an accident last night." She kissed his temple and pointed towards the cupboard. "What do you want for breakfast?"

She didn't want Jason to worry or think that something was wrong, and she certainly didn't want him to know that Jackson was the cause of her minor abrasions. If Jason knew that then he would be afraid and wary of any and every other child they brought into their home to foster. He would think all of them were a threat, that they might hurt him or his parents.

They wanted all the kids to be friendly and invite other children into the home with open arms, not caution and fear.

Twisting his head to the left, Kyle looked towards the kitchen table with a growing sense of frustration.

Jackson.

He was at the table. He was still here. Why was he in the kitchen- or the house in general? Kyle had only gone to bed last night when (Y/n) came up and told him to and reassured him for the fifth time that everything was alright, but he barely managed to sleep.

He had thought that when Evan came home, he would of took Jackson back to children's services after what he had done. He hoped that was what Evan would do. Or in the very least, taken him first thing this morning. He shouldn't still be here. Jackson didn't deserve to be sat at the table as if he were one of the kids in need.

As if he was anything like Kyle.

He was an idiot. A hot head, an angry teen who didn't deserve to be in this home. Kyle thought of himself as very privileged to come here and be a part of their family and he was repulsed at the thought of someone like Jackson being treated fair when he didn't deserve it. Not after what he did last night.

"What's he still doing here?" Kyle sneered the words in a gruff tone and inclined his head towards Jackson so it was clear who he was referring to before he looked up at his parents.

He looked from (Y/n)'s worried expression, towards Evan's rather stern frown and then back to (Y/n) again. She was hurt. She had been hurt and that was clearly evident by the swelling and bruises she now had.

Evan couldn't help the way his fingers dug into his biceps to the point he was almost cutting through the skin and he arched a brow in Kyle's direction, trying to silently tell him to stop before he got started on this conversation. It wasn't the kind of conversation they needed to be having right now, especially not in front of Jason and Libby.

"Kyle, don't start please."

(Y/n) gave him a pointed look before she unravelled her arm from around Jason to take the box of cereal the six year old was holding out towards her. It was breakfast time, they needed to sit and eat not stand around and argue.

"But he shouldn't be here he's a thug." Kyle waved his arm towards Jackson who finally turned around to face him.

The elder boy let his head loll to one side as he glared holes into Kyle and spoke with an exasperated tone. "I don't actually wanna be here, you know."

"Then you should leave instead of hitting my mum-"

"Kyle that's enough!"

Evan's deep voice was enough to simmer Kyle's temper in an instant when he realised Evan was looking towards Jason and Libby. They were still in the kitchen. They could hear him and he was either going to frighten them or end up showing them the truth which they didn't need to know. Finding out why (Y/n) was hurt wasn't going to help the situation, it would frighten Jason and if Libby understood she would be panicked too. That wasn't fair and Evan wouldn't have that.

Evan felt like he was going to start shaking when he looked at his eldest and saw the sorrow mixed in with frustration painted across his face. Kyle was almost crying, he was that angry. His fingers were fiddling and twitching at his sides and he was shuffling his weight from foot to foot to try and steady himself.

His lips were wavering like he was going to start sobbing but he was holding himself together as much as he could. But the pleading look in his eyes cut right through Evan and made him feel like he had done something wrong.

"Why haven't you done anything? Why haven't you got rid of him already?"

Tossing his head back, Evan smothered his face with his hand and groaned when Jackson left the table. The fifteen year old rammed his chair back into the table with a bang and slammed the kitchen door so loudly it thrust against the wall and made enough of an echo that everyone shuddered and winced in his wake.

Kyle barely heard Evan murmur "Come here," before Evan's hand was around his upper arm and he was suddenly being steered out of the kitchen.

Unease radiated through Kyle when he was guided towards the dining room like a naughty school kid who was about to get told off. He pressed his lips together to try and hold back the tears threatening to fall and when Evan let go of his arm, he spun around to face him. Lifting his chin so they were looking at one another properly.

"Firstly, you're the eldest and that means you understand this situation a whole lot better than Jason and Libby. So don't go saying stuff like that in front of them and frightening them, they don't know what happened to (Y/n) and they don't need to know. Got it?"

A wavering sense of panic flooded Kyle's system as he nodded with an ashamed expression.

He was thirteen. He understood what Jackson had done and partly why, but the others didn't. They were young, Libby was a toddler and Jason was only six, he wouldn't understand a boy they were looking after trying to hurt (Y/n) and it would make him paranoid around the other kids they would take in.

Kyle shouldn't have spoken like that in front of the kids and he wasn't the parent here. He didn't have to stand up to Jackson or become defensive, he had to let Evan and (Y/n) handle the situation.

"And secondly, don't talk to me like that either. I have done something about this situation. I've talked to Jackson last night and today he's not leaving my sights. But we can't just throw him out, he needs a chance and he isn't living here permanently. By the end of the week he will be with his own family or in another home better suited for him."

Evan was doing his best. He had half the mind to call Delia last night and demand that she come and collect Jackson and find someone else willing to take him in. But he didn't. He and (Y/n) agreed.

They fostered kids to give them a safe space, a home and to care for them when no one else could or would. They couldn't say they were looking after Jackson if they turned him out without giving him another chance. The kind of kids they looked after were traumatised and frightened and worried and unsocial. They had been through harsh realities children didn't need to face.

Jackson had been wrong but he deserved another chance, especially when he was only here for a short time.

"But he hit her and he hasn't apologised." The tone in Kyle's voice gave away how defeated he felt because he knew he needed to listen to Evan.

And deep down, Kyle probably knew that Evan was right, but he didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to agree because he was still angry at Jackson for what he had done.

Evan's lips rolled together and he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his best to stay calm and talk this out so Kyle could understand and not be so upset. He hated to see any of the kids upset.

"You think I don't know that? Buddy what he did was wrong, but he has problems too. But if he does anything out of line he knows that's it, I'll take him back to social services straight away. Now I need you to either be civil with him or stay away from him. No fights, no arguing, got it?"

It wouldn't do them any good for Kyle to be fighting with him or they would have to tell Delia and she would have to come and get Jackson. She would have to talk to Kyle too so she could be sure that this wouldn't happen with any other kids she wanted to place with them.

If Kyle didn't want to be around Jackson that was fine, they could stay in separate rooms and keep out of each other's way. That was the only thing they could do at the moment.

Kyle had a great urge to stomp his foot and say 'it's not fair' but what came out instead was "I'm sorry."

And the moment he leaned forward and bound his arms around Evan's chest, he felt him sigh in relief. Evan bound his arms around Kyle in response, cupping the back of his neck as he leaned down and kissed the top of his head, holding him close as Kyle seemed to melt into him.

"I know, it's okay."

***

Trepidation bubbled away in Evan's stomach as he wandered through into the living room. His work bag was slumped by the front door, waiting ready for when he went on his shift and he was now wearing his uniform consisting of starched black trousers and a navy blue cotton shirt.

But he didn't want to go to work. Swapping shifts from yesterday to today had been a good idea because Evan had keep an eye on all the kids yesterday. When he went out on his run, Kyle had gone with him to give them both some time together and to keep Kyle as far away from Jackson as possible.

Jackson barely came out of his room and all day he hadn't spoken one word to (Y/n), which none of them knew how to feel about that.

Evan kept checking the cameras in the house, specifically in Jackson's room and he noticed that the fifteen year old had barely slept last night either. He was like a ticking time bomb, everyone was waiting for him to explode and Evan hated feeling that way. But if Jackson wanted to spend the rest of his time here by being in his room, no one was going to argue with him.

Just a few more days. Delia said it wouldn't be for longer than a week and she would be in touch soon when she found a placement, the couple knew that. Evan just hoped it would be soon.

His hands fumbled with his belt, tightening it around his torso before his sights set on his girls.

He had said goodbye to the boys who were upstairs in their rooms doing their own thing. And he had just gone to check on Jackson, now it was time to go.

A smile pulled at Evan's lips when he crossed the room to reach the sofa where both his girls were.

(Y/n) was slouched down on the sofa, her feet idly tapping against the floor while she had Libby perched on her lap. Their hands were entwined and Libby was consistently swaying and shaking their hands in the air while a large grin spread across her face and she giggled around the dummy in her mouth. Once her head turned to the left, she squealed upon seeing Evan who crouched down beside the sofa.

He folded his arms over the armrest and propped his chin on his forearms, allowing him to stare up at them both with a gentle smile and creased eyes.

"Are you going?" (Y/n) spoke quietly as she burrowed her cheek into the cushion when she twisted her head to look at Evan. She knew it was about time for him to go or else he would be late for his shift.

"Yep. I've spoke to all the boys, hopefully they'll listen to me and won't mess around. And you know if you need me just call, okay?" Reaching one hand out, Evan began to glide his thumb across (Y/n)'s jaw and lower lip, making sure to avoid the cut that continued to make his blood boil whenever he caught sight of it.

"I know."

"Promise me."

Something softened in (Y/n)'s eyes and she leaned into Evan's touch so she could press her lips against his wrist and she nodded. "I promise I'll call if we need you."

It wasn't often that (Y/n) ever had to call Evan when he was at work and she didn't want to get into that habit. He was a fireman, he had a busy and rather dangerous job. The last thing (Y/n) wanted to do was bother him when he was getting ready for a call or when it was a tough shift. But she knew Bobby never minded and he prompted families to call if they had emergencies or any issues. And right now, Jackson classed as an issue.

"Daddy."

"What, baby girl?"

Evan turned his attention to Libby who had finally let go of (Y/n)'s hands. The two year old patted her hand on Evan's arm to make sure she had his full attention before she looked back at (Y/n). Her small hands reached out and she planted them down on (Y/n)'s stomach, almost as if it were a drum and her lips spread into a wide, open mouthed grin causing her dummy to fall from her lips.

"Baby. It's baby." She continued to pat (Y/n)'s bump and shimmied on her lap to get even closer.

"I know, baby's in there." Evan's hand dropped from (Y/n)'s cheek and he reached down to graze his fingers along her stomach instead. He drew a few aimless patterns before pressing his palm to the underside of her bump to feel the baby wriggling around.

Libby repeated a quiet but nevertheless giggly "It's baby," before she leaned forward and pressed her cheek against Evan's hand, pinning it between her and (Y/n)'s bump.

And when she pulled on Evan's hand to press it to her chest, confiscating it from (Y/n), Evan grinned.

"Baby." Libby pointed to herself, causing Evan to start to laugh softly while (Y/n) reached her hand up and began carding her fingers through Libby's wild, curly hair that took after Evan. Since (Y/n) had become pregnant, Libby seemed fascinated with her stomach and the fact that somehow, there was a baby in there just like her dolls which she was obsessed with. (Y/n) couldn't wait to see what Libby would be like once the baby was actually here.

"Yeah, your my baby too." Reaching over, Evan gently scooped Libby up and stood her on the end of the sofa so he could kiss her cheek. "Daddy's off to work now, you gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Yeah."

"That's my baby." He pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek and cuddled her close to his chest before he let her sit back down on (Y/n)'s lap.

Evan grinned when Libby kissed his cheek as he leaned over her until he was hovering over (Y/n). With one hand on her stomach and the other braced on the arm of the sofa to keep himself propped up so he didn't lean too much on either of them.

"I'll see you all tomorrow, I love you."

"I love you too."

"Try again." Kyle grinned and kicked the football gently towards Jason, urging him to have another go.

They were practising on Jason's kicks and his aim rather than playing a game. The pair of them had been out in the back garden for roughly an hour now playing football after tea while (Y/n) was now upstairs giving Libby a bath.

Kyle knew they would have to go inside soon. It was getting late and the sun was starting to set, they weren't supposed to play in the garden after dark. And he knew Jason would surely be getting tired, he would need to get ready for bed soon. One of the things Kyle liked about being the eldest was that he got to stay up late, and that meant he could sit and watch a movie with (Y/n) or Evan or they could play a game or he could relax in his room for longer before he had to settle for bed.

And once (Y/n) had the baby, Kyle could spend time with them and the baby or watch the baby if his parents needed to sort and settle Jason and Libby. He wanted to help, he wanted to be involved and be a proper big brother.

When Jason kicked the ball, Kyle nodded and reached for it with his foot, rolling it around before he nudged it back towards his brother so he could try again. But Kyle frowned when he watched Jason pause. The six year old seemed to freeze in place, hands twitching at his sides and his eyes narrow and uncertain as he looked at something behind Kyle.

Kyle turned to look over his shoulder and tension began to rise in his system and his shoulders tensed up when he realised what Jason had seen.

Jackson. The teen was stood towards the wall near the kitchen window. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets and he wasn't wearing his shoes, he had stepped outside in his socks. He began to kick a stone around with an unamused expression on his face as he very slowly paced along the patio.

What was he doing out here?

Kyle twisted to look towards the left and his scrutinising eyes noticed that the curtains in the spare room which Jackson was occupying, were open. The spare room was next to the kitchen and both looked out onto the vast garden where there was a large patio in front of the kitchen window. Which led onto grass where they had a football net and some swings and a slide towards the back of the garden. There was also an apple tree in the far corner which Libby was obsessed with helping to pick in the summer.

Had Jackson been watching them while they had been practising? Had he come out here simply to intimidate and annoy them?

When the elder boy finally stopped pacing and turned around, he slouched his shoulders against the wall, both hands still stuffed deep into his pockets. He finally lifted his head, letting his blank expression bore into both boys who were now watching him with growing unease.

"Go away." Kyle pointed towards the back door to try and get Jackson to leave them alone.

They weren't going to let him play with them. Kyle didn't like him and Jason was nervous because he had heard and seen Jackson shouting the other day. Jason didn't know what to make of him and Kyle certainly wasn't going to let him near his little brother, not after what he had been like around (Y/n).

Jackson's expression finally changed into a small smirk and he scoffed. "Why?"

"My dad said not to argue with you, so go to your room or something. Leave us alone."

With that being said, Kyle turned his back on him and motioned towards Jason to get him to kick the ball. Evan had told Kyle to be good and not to fight or argue. He said to avoid Jackson if he couldn't or wouldn't try and get along with him and that was what he was doing. Jackson couldn't come over and hang around them if they didn't want to interact with him.

He needed to go back to his room and stay there for the rest of the week until it was time for him to leave. Kyle was being the bigger person, the responsible one by not getting into an argument.

With his head angled down, Jackson kicked the same stone between his feet while he smiled to himself.

"You mean his dad. You're only temporary, like me." He pointed towards Jason who shrank back even though there was ample space between them.

He had been listening when Delia brought him here. She said they already had a foster boy who Jackson 'would get along well with'. And it was pretty clear from the fact that they didn't have many photos of Kyle hung around the house when he was younger or growing up. All the photos were pretty recent, meaning he wasn't truly one of them. At least not in Jackson's eyes anyway.

Those words made shivers crawl down Kyle's spine and his lips turned upwards into a dark frown.

That wasn't fair.

Jackson hardly knew them, he didn't have the right to say that or imply anything like that.

Kyle wasn't temporary. He was part of the family, he was the longest child Evan and (Y/n) had fostered. They had never had any other child stay with them for over a year and they had never thought about adopting any of the other kids they looked after. He was the one they were adopting and bringing into their family.

He had enough with the teachers referring to (Y/n) and Evan as his 'carers' whenever they needed to speak to them or told Kyle to give a parental form to his carers or to his guardians. Once they adopted him he would be a Buckley, and everyone would know they were his parents.

With clenched fists, Kyle spun around to face Jackson with a face like thunder.

"No, he's my dad too. They're adopting me." He felt a great urge to add 'not you' and the end of his sentence, but he somehow managed to refrain himself.

Kyle was the one they were adopting and the one they wanted to look after, they didn't feel the same way about Jackson. No one was taking Kyle away from them.

"God knows why."

Another bout of anger bubbled away inside Kyle, but he did his best not to rise to the jibe. He promised he would be good while Evan was at work. He was the eldest out of them- Jackson didn't count- and he was the one who had to set an example.

"Just go inside." He waved his hand back towards Jackson as if dismissing him before he nodded at Jason and pointed to the football. They could continue playing as if Jackson wasn't there and he would soon get the picture that they didn't want to and weren't going to interact with him.

Kyle took a few steps to the side, moving away from the football net since they weren't using it much anymore since they were working on Jason's power and foot work. They dribbled the ball to each other a few times before switching back to kicking, making sure to be mindful of the flowerpots. They had often kicked (Y/n)'s flowers by mistake. She had a thing for flowers and surprisingly, Evan did too.

When Jason kicked the ball a bit too far past Kyle, he froze in place, watching the ball scuff the edge of the grass and glide onto the patio where Jackson was.

The six year old barely heard his brother muttering "Give it to me." All Jason could focus on was the older boy near the back door. Jackson looked intimidating with that slight curl in his upper lip and the way his nose scrunched up and his chin angled down towards his chest. He looked positively frightening and Jason didn't like it.

His eyes widened in their sockets and he didn't have chance to move when the ball was suddenly launched his way. It hit Jason in the leg and sent him stumbling backwards, causing him to flop onto his bum on the grass with a thud. He shook his head and took a deep breath before he dared open his frightened eyes to look up at his brother.

He wasn't hurt, but that felt like a threat, a warning. Jackson didn't kick the ball nicely towards them and he wasn't playing. He was being mean.

"Don't do that." Kyle snapped towards Jackson before he jogged over to Jason and gripped his hands, pulling him up to his feet.

There was something about the way that Jason stood behind him and gripped his hand that made Kyle feel both empowered and terrified at the same time. Jason was seeking comfort and protection, he was half Kyle's age and he was a lot younger than Jackson. He didn't like people fighting or arguing, he would usually run over to Evan and cling to their dad if a fight was happening nearby.

Yet right now, here in the garden, Kyle was the only safe person, the only point of authority which Jason could cling to.

"Dad warned you not to mess around or you'll have to leave." He tightened his hand around Jason's and gently pulled him to start walking. "Let's go." If Jackson wasn't going to go inside then the boys would.

They could go and watch tv or play a game before they had to go and get settled and Jason needed to get ready for bed. It was getting dark anyway and they wouldn't have been able to stay out in the garden for much longer anyway.

When a hand roughly shoved his shoulder and sent him stumbling forward, Kyle closed his eyes and took the deepest breath he could until his chest was puffing out and his lungs started to hurt. He turned to look behind him to where Jackson was glaring at him. He half expected him to be smiling in that sinister way, but he looked angry rather than satisfied.

"I can't wait 'til you leave."

"You've been here longer, maybe they'll get rid of you first." Jackson's words came with a rough shove to his shoulders which sent him stumbling back into Jason.

He felt Jason's small hands gripping his torso to try and steady him and stay behind him and with a rising bout of anger, Kyle surged forward and rammed his hands into Jackson's chest. He watched with a growing sense of glee as Jackson stumbled back and almost fell down from the force.

He knew it was wrong. Kyle knew he should be the better person, be the elder, responsible one and ignore Jackson, but he was riling him up. He was getting on Kyle's nerves and it wasn't fair. If their dad was here they would have gone and told him and let him deal with it. But he wasn't here and Kyle didn't want Jackson going near (Y/n) and risk hurting her again.

He anticipated the way Jackson stormed forward and he reached out and thrust his wrist away when Jackson tried to shove or slap him, he couldn't be sure. But he deflected the movement which caused Jackson to growl like an animal.

"Stop it." A small whimper left Jason's lips as he pulled on Kyle's arm and tried to make him move.

He didn't want them to fight. He didn't know whether to try and stop Kyle and get him to run, or to go and find their mum and get her to do something. He tugged again on Kyle's arm and managed to pull him towards the patio, closer to the back door where they could rush inside and call for their mum.

The moment Jackson shoved Kyle, Jason meekly whacked his hand on Jackson's wrist like he was chiding a naughty puppy.

"Leave him alone." His words had very little impact when they were spoken in hushed tones and Jason had tears in his eyes which did nothing to reinforce his statement.

But it seemed to be the wrong thing to say.

With Jason being small and timid, Jackson didn't have to put much effort into shoving him to make an impact. And when he roughly shoved Jason back, the six year old stumbled to the floor.

His head rebounded against the concrete patio with such a crack that Kyle gasped and coiled in on himself, fearing for a dreaded moment that his brother's head had cracked like an egg.

Jason's hands scraped against the floor, gathering grit and dirt into his palms which caused grazes to scuff along his hands and wrists as he tried to break his fall. He couldn't stop his head from hitting the floor and his chin hit the concrete slab with such a bang that his teeth chattered and his eyes rolled around in his head.

Agony blasted through Jason's chin and he let out a sharp wail on impact. His chin started to thud and pulse like a drum and his jaw ached. His eyes snapped closed and he shook against the floor, not daring to move in case it aggravated the agony pulsing through his chin and head.

"Get away from my brother!" Shoving Jackson didn't have as much impact as Kyle hoped it would, but he managed to get the elder boy a good few feet away from them.

The moment he did, Kyle dropped down to his knees and tried to peer down at Jason. Blood was trickling down his chin and tears drenched his face as he continued to wail and screech with each strangled ounce of air he managed to get.

"I've got you, hold onto me look? Okay?"

Words jumbled past Kyle's lips as he carefully gripped Jason beneath his arms to lift him up from his front since he was laid down rather like a worm on his belly. Once he had Jason sitting up, he quickly looped his arms around his neck and picked Jason up.

He was heavier than when Kyle carried Libby around and it was harder with how badly his brother was shaking and screaming. But Kyle managed to hoist Jason onto his torso with his legs wrapped around his waist. His brother clung to his front rather like a monkey and the blood from his chin dribbled down onto Kyle's shoulder as he turned and tried to hurry as best he could inside with his brother in his arms.

It was a lot of effort but Kyle didn't dare put him down, he knew instinctively that Jason would sit down and cry like he was in shock, he wouldn't move and Kyle needed to protect him and get him inside.

He found himself muttering "I'll get mum," against Jason's ear in a vain attempt to calm him down.

Apprehension bubbled up inside of (Y/n) when she walked down the stairs. Why could she hear crying? The closer she got to the hallway, the louder the crying became and (Y/n) could tell from the pitch and the sudden hoarse gasp that followed that it was Jason who was crying.

She had been upstairs less than half an hour, she had left the boys playing football in the garden while she got Libby bathed. What had they done for Jason to be wailing like that?

Her arms tightened around Libby and her hand shifted up to cradle the back of her daughter's head as she tried to hurry up and search for Jason. She juggled Libby a bit higher on her chest as the two year old laid her head down on (Y/n)'s shoulder. She was almost asleep and it was time for her to be in bed by now.

(Y/n) hurried into the living room, scanning her eyes around until she saw the boys and her eyes narrowed in confusion. Kyle had Jason in his arms. It wasn't often that she saw him carrying Jason around, if anything he carried Libby from time to time, but not Jason.

Once he set him down on the sofa, (Y/n) carefully laid Libby down on the other end of the sofa, watching her cuddle up into the pillow before she crouched down in front of Jason.

"Hey, hey why the tears baby? What's happened?" She reached up and cupped Jason's face in her hands, tilting his head so he was looking at her but he could barely see her due to the tears streaming down his face.

(Y/n)'s heart jumped up into her throat when she saw the blood coating Jason's chin like he had been tucking into a bowl of strawberries. His eyes were creased, his cheeks were damp with tears and his lips were wobbling as he let out wail after wail until he was barely able to breathe.

She looked from Jason towards Kyle who was leaning against the arm of the sofa, pushing his palms down on it as he looked over at (Y/n).

"He pushed him! He pushed him over and- and he's cut his chin on the patio."

Terror struck (Y/n)'s heart as she looked back down at Jason and leaned closer to inspect the damage. His chin was deeply grazed, not enough to require stitches but enough to peel away the first few layers of skin and it would undoubtedly leave a scar once it was healed.

With deep sniffles and gasping breaths, Jason held his hands out so his mum could see the grazes on his palms which were covered in grit and clearly going to hurt once they started to heal. He was lucky his palms weren't bleeding too badly, just a few specks of blood compared to the river flowing from his chin down his neck.

Leaning forward, (Y/n) kissed Jason's temple before she moved so their eyes were level and he was looking at her properly.

"Did he push you?" Her voice was quiet and tender and she waited patiently until Jason whimpered and nodded.

She had to know whether Jackson had pushed him or if they had been messing around and this was really an accident that Kyle had interpreted wrong. But the fear in Jason's eyes told (Y/n) that it was intentional, that one of her boys had been hurt on purpose, and she couldn't allow that.

"Okay," She murmured softly before she scooped Jason up and sat him on her bump with his legs bound around her waist. She had one arm around his back and the other cradling the back of his head as he clung to her neck so tightly she could barely breathe.

When she looked towards Kyle, she tried to point over towards Libby. "Stay with her please."

(Y/n) wasn't sure whether she truly expected Kyle to stay in here with Libby or whether she thought he would follow her. But when she heard him scoop his sister up and trot to follow (Y/n) into the kitchen, she sighed. He wasn't going to leave her sights. Not when he didn't know where Jackson was or what he was doing. Kyle wasn't being out of sight of (Y/n) or Jason, not if he might potentially have to protect them.

She headed into the kitchen and carefully sat Jason down on the kitchen counter. It was hard to get him to unlock his arms from her neck and (Y/n) cringed at feeling the blood from his chin stick to her shoulder and soak into her shirt.

Once he unlatched himself, she kissed his temple again and moved to find the first aid box and a wash cloth.

"It's okay, let's make it better, hm?"

Her left hand cradled Jason's face, stroking her thumb along his cheek as he flinched and wailed when she dabbed the cloth along his chin and tried to see the damage clearly. She cleaned the blood from his chin and tilted his head back to clean his throat too and (Y/n) winced at seeing the loose piece of skin that had scraped off Jason's chin. It was going to have a big scab in a few days.

She carefully lathered cream all along his chin and just above his throat on the underside of his face before finding a large square plaster patch.

"I don't think a plaster will stick very well baby, but we can try it for now." (Y/n) had a feeling because of where the cut was, a plaster wouldn't stay on the curve of his pointed chin. But it was worth trying for now to let the cream soak in and until the cut finally stopped bleeding. It would stop Jason from scratching it too.

Once the plaster was taped onto his chin, (Y/n) gently took his hands with a soft "Let mummy see," before she began to clean them too. He didn't need cream on those and plasters certainly wouldn't stay on his palms for very long. So (Y/n) kissed each hand before she let Jason scramble back into her arms.

He settled himself as comfortably as possible on her bump, clinging to her chest with his wet face smothered into the crook of heer neck and his hands clutching the back of her shirt like he was about to tear it apart.

When (Y/n) turned around, her expression turned cold when she saw Jackson stood in the corner of the kitchen near the back door. His hands were twitching violently at his sides like he had far too much energy rushing through his system and his jaw was ground tight.

"Why did you push Jason?"

"He's lying-"

"Don't stand there and tell me that my children are lying to me." There was a dangerous edge to (Y/n)'s voice that neither Kyle nor Jason had heard before and it made them both hold their breaths.

(Y/n) wouldn't have Jackson try and tell her that her boys were lying to her, he didn't have the right to do that. She knew when her kids were lying and right now, they were petrified but they were telling the truth. (Y/n) could handle Jackson lashing out at her and shouting and being angry with her, but she wouldn't tolerate him being like this around her children.

The rage bubbling up inside of Jackson was clear. He looked like a bomb that was about ready to explode. His weight shifting from foot to foot, his jaw was grinding and constantly tightening and loosening and his nose was scrunched up like there was a horrid smell in the air that he couldn't stand.

The fifteen year old seemed ready to shout at (Y/n), but he glanced to the right when he heard Libby begin to cry. The toddler was wriggling in Kyle's arms, one hand rubbing her tired eyes and the other pressing against her lips as she whimpered and started to sniff and cry.

"Shut up!"

Kyle looked between Jackson and his mum, bewildered and now frightened as he juggled Libby higher in his arms as she squirmed to be put down. Clearly wanting to hurry over towards (Y/n) but Kyle didn't feel it was safe to put her down when Jackson was shouting at them.

The way Jason wriggled against her and started fidgeting made (Y/n) want to squirm too. He was pressing down on her stomach uncomfortably and (Y/n) was already feeling queasy and overwhelmed. This situation wasn't going to do her blood pressure any good.

She leaned forward and set Jason down to his feet which proved to be a hard task when he clung to her neck and started to cry the moment he was out of her arms, exactly where he didn't want to be.

"Kyle, grab my keys and go get them in the car please."

Her words perplexed Kyle and he simply stood and stared at (Y/n) for a moment, brows knitted into a tight frown as he waited for an explanation or some kind of reasoning. Why were they getting in the car? It was late. It was time for Libby and Jason to be getting ready for bed. They didn't usually go out on late night drives like this.

But when (Y/n) pointed to the hallway and ushered Jason towards him, Kyle turned around and headed down the hall, juggling Libby in his arms while Jason clutched at his waist to cling to him too.

Libby was in her onesie dressed for bed, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. Kyle grabbed the keys from the side and unlocked the door, ushering his brother out towards Evan's jeep which meant Evan had taken (Y/n)'s car to work. Probably because the car was smaller and he didn't think (Y/n) would be taking the kids out anywhere tonight.

With her phone stuffed in her pocket, (Y/n) advanced towards Jackson and pointed to the hallway. "Get in the car."

"No-"

There was no time for Jackson to try and argue when (Y/n) gripped his arm and pulled him around the side of the table towards the hall. She fought hard to keep her expression neutral when Jackson flung his arm out at her and shoved her against the door frame.

It didn't hurt, not really, but it was enough to jolt her system and increase the unease she was already feeling.

Her hand moved to Jackson's shoulder and she nudged him to get him moving forward.

"You are in no position to argue with me, and I'm not asking. You don't have a choice so get outside. Now." He was wrong if he thought (Y/n) was asking or that she would listen if he said no. He wasn't in a position to fight or argue, he was going to listen now.

(Y/n) didn't give him chance to stop and search for his shoes in the shoe rack beside the door and she didn't let him go back to his room for his phone. She ushered him forward, grabbed her shoes as she walked and got out the door before Jackson could turn around and try to argue.

She was glad to see that Kyle had strapped both Libby and Jason into their seats in the back of the jeep and the eldest was sitting nervously in the front passenger seat.

"Get in." (Y/n) opened the boot and motioned her hand. The jeep had two pull-down seats in the back which was good when they had a few foster kids with them at a time. And right now, it was a relief.

(Y/n) didn't have to tell Kyle to sit in the back with the kids and risk having Jackson sitting in the front with her. She didn't trust this kid not to shout or hit her while she was driving and cause an accident. At least with Jackson isolated in the boot by himself, he couldn't reach the others or cause trouble.

Once he was strapped in, (Y/n) quickly slid on her shoes and heaved herself up into the jeep.

She took a moment to close her eyes and tilt her head back and she held her breath while her hand glided across her stomach. She felt sick. She didn't need this kind of stress. She was six months pregnant, stress wasn't going to do the baby any good.

"You okay mum?" Kyle's voice was so quiet (Y/n) thought she'd imagined it, but when he reached out and held her arm, she opened her eyes and nodded.

"Yeah. Let's go."

She took the keys he held out to her and turned the engine on, letting Kyle turn on the radio because he knew background noise would help to diffuse the atmosphere and calm down Jason and Libby. Both of whom were whimpering and unsettled in the back.

It was hard to drive when for one, (Y/n) felt uncomfortable and two, she had to keep looking in the rear-view mirror to check on Jackson. She had a horrible feeling that he would try and reach over for Jason to scare him or that he would start thrashing and fighting and hitting in the back for attention and to make them stop.

But all he did was sit and stare out the back window like he was in a prison van being transported somewhere unknown.

None of the kids had any idea where they were going, but when (Y/n) pulled up in the station car park, Kyle felt a spark of adrenaline shooting through his system which lit him up like a Christmas tree. They were here to see Evan. (Y/n) had brought them to their dad, they would all be safer here.

The kids were used to coming down to the station, they were always paying visits, bringing home-made goods and seeing the team, especially when they had parties or open events. Sometimes they even came down and had dinner at the station.

Before (Y/n) put the hand brake on, Kyle opened his door and flung himself down. He barely waited for the ignition to turn off before he opened the back door and helped Jason out of his seat, noting his younger brother was a bit calmer and had wide, hopeful eyes now that he knew where they were.

(Y/n) pushed down the urge to be sick and took a deep breath, letting the cold night air wash over her in waves before she opened the back door and picked her daughter up. She settled Libby on her hip, checking that the boys were already ahead and inside the station before she headed round and opened the boot.

"Get out."

"Where are we?" Jackson's temperment had mellowed out distinctly but he eyed (Y/n) cautiously as he climbed down from the jeep and looked up at the station.

"This is where Buck works." The implication was clear in her words. She had brought them here because she wasn't going to deal with Jackson any more. She would let Evan talk to him because Jackson seemed to listen to Evan, at least in part. He had more respect for him than he did for (Y/n) and that was fine because she had had enough.

The fifteen year old scuffed his shoes against the gravel, taking his sweet time walking towards the station door that was wide open from Kyle and Jason hurrying inside. But when (Y/n) tried to grab his arm to usher him to walk, he swung his arm out at her with a violent "Fuck off." spat in her direction.

"Then walk." She wouldn't be reaching for him at all if he would just walk properly instead of dragging his feet on purpose.

Once they were through the doors, (Y/n) noticed the boys were stood in place near the fire truck, unsure whether they were allowed to go and search for their dad or the rest of the team or not. But they didn't need to go searching for anyone. Bobby had spotted them straight away.

"Well this is a surprise." A kind smile lit up Bobby's face and he let Kyle and Jason barrel into him and cling to his legs. But his smile started to fade when he noticed the frustration scoured across (Y/n)'s face and the whimpering toddler in her arms.

"Can you watch them while I talk to Buck, please?"

"Sure." He leaned forward and gently eased Libby out of her arms, settling her against his chest instead with a soft "Hi cutie," as he began to glide his hand up and down her back.

"You can wait where I can see you. Stand over there and don't move." (Y/n) pointed to the corner before she turned her back on Jackson the moment she saw Evan advancing her way.

The confusion was clear in his eyes. He could see all three of their kids now walking off with Bobby towards the stairs, he figured Bobby was going to take them to the kitchen and get them all a drink and maybe something to eat. But the unsettled expression on his wife's face sent Evan's heart bolting up into his throat.

It was late. The kids should be getting ready for bed and (Y/n) should be at home resting. Why were they all here?

"Something's happened." It was more of a statement than a question and Evan looked around nervously as he approached (Y/n). His hands reached out for her and he gripped her waist, pulling her closer until she was leaning into his chest. "Baby tell me."

"We need to call Delia. That boy isn't coming home with me."

Those words sent ripples of fear coursing through Evan until he was sure he was about to have a heart attack. His eyes scoured the station until he locked his gaze onto Jackson. The older boy was stood to one side, scuffing his feet along the floor and Evan frowned, noticing that he wasn't even wearing shoes. He was stood there in his socks with his hands stuffed into his pockets and his head angled down towards the floor.

"What's he done?" He dreaded to ask. He didn't dare think about what had happened while he had been at work. He hadn't even been gone long, less than six hours he had been away from home and something had clearly gone wrong.

Evan knew he should have told Bobby the situation and asked for another shift swap. But he couldn't keep swapping shifts until Jackson was taken to a new home. He couldn't just spend the entire week at home and play referee and keep Jackson in check. They didn't foster kids with the explicit intention of having to watch them with paranoia that they might lash out and hurt their family.

(Y/n) tilted her head forward until her forehead was pressed into Evan's chest and her hands moved up to grip his biceps tightly, trying in vain to ground herself to him and calm down. But it didn't seem to be working.

"He's pushed Jason, he's got a deep cut on his face… Evan he's frightening the kids and he's lashing out at me. He can't stay with us anymore."

The tears glossing over in (Y/n)'s eyes when she looked up at him told Evan that this was bad. They'd never had a kid stay with them who frightened (Y/n) or lashed out at her. They'd never been in this situation or been at a point where they had to call and ask for a child to be taken from them. This wasn't the kind of situation they signed up for.

She felt sick and uneasy and uncomfortable and worried and Evan could see all of those feelings circulating through her eyes and becoming clear in her expression.

She couldn't have Jackson come home with them. They couldn't have him staying with them any longer. It had been bad enough that he had actually punched (Y/n), but now he was lashing out at the kids and they couldn't allow that. Nothing either (Y/n) or Evan had said had worked in making it clear to Jackson that his behaviour wasn't acceptable. He had to go somewhere else. Somewhere more suitable for him, a home with preferably no other children, or a group home with other kids who understood and felt the same way.

Because this wasn't working out.

"Go take the kids home and calm down for me. He can stay here in the bunker room until I call Delia and get her to collect him."

Evan attached his lips to (Y/n)'s forehead and ran his hands up and down her waist for a few moments. He didn't want (Y/n) being this upset or getting panicked. She could go and take the kids home and try to settle them, Evan knew Bobby wouldn't mind Jackson staying here. Evan would remain at the station if the team went out on any calls. He would keep Jackson here and keep him in control.

And he would call Delia and explain, he would tell her this was an emergency, if they had issues with any kids then they had a right to refuse to take them in and Delia would have to sort something else out for him.

(Y/n) murmured a quiet "Thank you," and pushed up on her toes to kiss him before she tried to aim for the stairs. She would sit with the kids and let them calm down here for a few minutes before she took them back home for the night.

"You," A shiver bolted down Jackson's spine and he lifted his head to see Evan pointing at him as he stormed towards him. "Come with me."

He didn't bother to respond, but turning away from Evan didn't help his situation. His back turned to Evan but it didn't stop him, the fireman simply gripped his upper arm and tugged until Jackson started to stumble alongside him.

"Get off! Hey- get off!"

The moment Jackson swung his fist out at Evan, he stumbled when Evan pushed him forward and let go. He stopped walking and stood with an emotionless expression, staring down at Jackson with a burning intensity that could of made him melt on the spot.

Jackson turned to face him and tried to ram his fist into Evan's chest, but it made no impact. He didn't flinch or even lean back just a little. And when Jackson tried his luck aiming his fist for Evan's face, the same as he did to (Y/n) a few days ago, he froze entirely when Evan's hand engulfed his fist and tossed it back towards him which caused him to stumble.

"Wanna try that again?" Evan didn't care. He didn't care if Jackson tried to hit him, it didn't hurt and he wasn't irritated because he could block every defence. He would only care if Jackson started swinging at (Y/n) or the kids.

He waited for a moment to see what Jackson would do and the teen huffed before he looked away. He wouldn't try that again because he knew he wasn't going to win. Evan wouldn't even entertain him in a fight so there was no point.

And when Evan grabbed his arm again and started to guide him down the corridor, Jackson huffed and wriggled but he didn't complain. He struggled to keep up alongside Evan, tripping over his feet until Evan guided him into a back room.

"W- what's this?" Jackson took a look around, frowning as he took in the room he wouldn't have expected in a fire station. There were a lot of cot beds dotted around the room and a few bunk beds in the corner. He didn't think the fire crew would have gone to sleep at any point when on shift, but then again, if they were doing doubles or long hours or emergency shifts, it was probably needed.

"This is where you're sleeping tonight." Evan clicked his fingers and pointed to one of the beds until Jackson slumped down.

"Here?"

"Until someone from children's services comes to talk to you." Evan leaned against one of the bed posts and folded his arms over his chest. His expression was blank and unamused to the point he looked tired.

He didn't come on shift expecting to deal with this. He had hoped Jackson would just mellow out in his room and settle for the next few days. He didn't expect him to start fighting and arguing with the kids and as much as Evan prayed Jackson wouldn't lash out at (Y/n) any more, he kind of expected it.

He feared it. He feared coming to work and leaving (Y/n) to deal with all the kids and to be vulnerable to Jackson lashing out at her. She was a parental figure, she couldn't hit Jackson or lash out at him if he went to hurt her, she wasn't allowed, as bad as it was. She had to use non-fighting tactics to get Jackson away from her and Evan hated that.

Those tactics didn't work, he had seen it for himself when some of his colleagues had to get out of headlocks or fight off punches without actually fighting back. (Y/n) would end up with more injuries and that could lead to problems with the baby.

"No, no that's not fair."

"No, what's not fair is my kids being scared in their own home and you thinking you can waltz right in and lash out at them. I warned you if you tried anything else, that would be it. You'd be out and now you've just blown that last chance."

"But- but…"

"You've hit my wife and hurt my son, do you expect me to let you be in the same room as them again?"

Evan was done with trying to play nice or talk some sense into this kid. He didn't care if Jackson didn't want to go back to children's services or if he was nervous about where he would end up. He was old enough to lash out and hurt people so he was old enough to face the consequences of his actions.

"So where do I go?" It was clear he was trying to act nonchalant, but the anger in his eyes and uncertainty on his face gave away that he was now nervous.

"I don't know, that's not up to me and frankly, I'm not bothered where you go as long as it's not back under my roof. Delia will find another home or a group home for you, see if you can learn some respect somewhere else."

Evan didn't care where Jackson went, and that was unusual. He and (Y/n) always asked for updates on the kids they looked after. They asked how they were, if they were with family or settled in a new home. They even had some of the kids over for playdates from time to time.

But this was one case where Evan wouldn't be asking how the child was or where they had ended up. He didn't want the updates, he didn't want to know if Jackson was in a new home or if he had been sent to a group home.

He just wanted this kid away from his family.

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

ANGER ISSUES

formula one x male!reader

request: texts where drivers find out their bf has anger issues but hid them from the drivers bcuz they didnt wanna upset them? id love if u could include oscar, lando & maybe ollie but no pressure 😚 fanks :]

summary: your boyfriend finds out you have some problems managing your temper.

warnings: swearing, violence, reader keeping secrets, mentions of reader being in therapy (kimi, oscar), mention of reader having court-ordered anger management classes (oscar), reader snaps if you squint (mick)

contains: kimi raikkonen, lando norris, mick schumacher, ollie bearman, + oscar piastri

©thekoalapastriesbakery :: please do not copy or rewrite my work on any platform !!

author's note: i'll be honest i wasn't expecting to have as much fun with this as i did, thank you bear <3

comments + reblogs appreciated!

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[nnovus]

𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ━━ S.TODOROKI X READER

SYNOPSIS… In which, Shoto Todoroki youngest son of pro hero Endeavour is forced into an arranged marriage with the daughter of Pro hero/ clan leader, Tajima Uchiha.

INFO… Todorokixreader , ShotoTodoroki x sasuke/madarareader, mhaxnaruto, crossover, OC!!reader, OP!Reader, arranged marriage, slightly angst, character development, uchihaclan, readers looks and personality are based off madara/sasuke uchiha.

OTHER…likes and reblogs are appreciated

MASTERLIST

The water dripped down onto her head as she stared at the floor ━━ She heard laughter coming her father and other guests a few rooms away from her.

In recent events, Y/N had agreed to an arranged marriage that would help her clan’s war situation greatly.

She closed the shower tap and grabbed her towel before slipping on her dark, navy blue nagai that exposed most of her inner chest.

Putting on her wooden sandals she walked into the traditional Japanese styled hall finding her younger brother; Izuna Uchiha leaning against the wall.

“Are you really agreeing to all of this, getting sold off to some random? No one’s forcing you to do this. So why aren’t you saying no!!?” Izuna asked sternly obvious anger shown on his face.

He could only watch his elder sister tilt her head and stare at him expressionless. “I’m sick and tired of this, I just want peace upon our clan.” She whispered.

Her brother was unsure what to reply with as she walked past him making her way towards the middle of the Uchiha compound where the meeting was taking place, leaving her younger brother feel uneasy.

Stepping foot into the room she saw her father the no.5 hero, Uchiha Tajima, sitting at the chabudai table with the no.2 hero, Enji Todoroki, across of him.

She saw a young male who looked about her age sitting beside the number two hero.

He was tall and rather well-built. His hair was quite long, though it didn’t pass his neck, he had short bangs, parted twice as to not obscure his vision.what stood out was his hair was evenly split between two colors white on his right side and crimson red on his left.

She assumed that was her soon to be 'fiancé'. she walked towards the chabudai and bowed before sitting down on one of the zaisu.

“So, this must be your daughter, Tajima.” The fire hero asserted, staring at the beauty as she sat there remaining silent.

“Yes, this is my daughter, Y/N.” He smiled placing his hand on top of his daughter’s head as he moved it away soon after.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Y/N commented with her usual straight face, lowering her head to show respect.

“Y/N is my eldest child and only daughter. She been accepted into UA by recommendations, perhaps you seen her at the exams Shoto?” Tajima mentioned as he gave a gentle smile to the number two hero’s son.

“No, we were probably placed in different sections of the exam.” Shoto muttered looking away from everyone. It seemed like he didn’t want to be here.

“That’s a shame, but since you both been accepted. That should give you three years to know and understand one another before your marriage.” Endeavour stated as his son stayed quiet with an unpleasant look on his face.

“And if we aren’t in the same homeroom?” Shoto asked angrily showing clear rebellion towards his father. Making the red haired adult give him a stern look.

Endeavour turned to the young girl needing to start a conversation to distract the two Uchiha of his son’s small outburst.

“Say, Y/N you must have quite the power considering your Uchiha heir.” Endeavour said making the girl turn her head to face him.

It then became obvious that he only wanted her to marry his son for a more powerful heritage and connection to his family.

She then turned to look at her father before he gave her a clear nod. “People of the main family all the same quirk called Kekkai Genkai, it depends if you’re able to awaken it or not.” She explained.

“My apologies, It seems I have forgotten. What about you Y/N have you awaken your Kekkai Genkai.” The pro hero smirked.

Before she was able to say enough her father had joined the conversation. “If you ask me Y/N has the strongest abilities the Uchiha clan has seen in a long time.”

Her eyes widened as her cheeks showed an unnoticeable pink. As her father smiled, fully aware of his daughter’s potential and power.

“Doesn’t matter, you’d be useless to me anyway.” The table became silent everyone shocked as they placed their attention on the young male.

Her eyes widened as she heard those words come out of her soon to be 'fiancés' mouth. "That’s enough, Shoto!!" He scolded him trying to hide his obvious annoyed face.

She felt the sharp stare of the no.2 hero's son as he stared at her in disgust. It wasn’t that he had anything against her or that she was unattractive she was beautiful in fact.

He just hated the fact he would marry someone of his father’s choosing and desires. Even the idea of it infuriated him.

The room remained silent until three knocks were heard coming from behind the sliding door. They turned to see Izuna standing by the door.

He wore casual attire that consisted of a short sleeve grey turtle neck with black trousers and home slides. As he dark long hair was in a ponytail

“Sorry to interrupt, but Y/N your needed at the front gate.” He muttered as everyone’s attention turned on him.

“please excuse me for a minute.” Y/N bowed before standing up and slowly walking towards her brother who waited patiently for her.

“Your son, Tajima?” Endeavour asked trying to change the topic as he stared at the male who had just arrived.

“Yes, this is my son, Izuna.” He introduced as the fire hero saw the similarities between the two siblings.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Izuna bowed as he then quickly turned to leave needing to catch up with his elder sister who was waiting for him down the hallway. As he found no need to start a conversation.

She stood there with her back facing him as her head was slightly turned, giving the boy a view of her side profile.

she raised her eyebrows watching a sudden change in her younger brothers actions. Seeing as he refused to make eye contact with her, showing obvious signs of guilt.

“I lied, I just thought you needed an excuse to get out of there after what he said.” He admitted unsure of what his sister would react with.

Only then did his eyes widened to hear a giggle escape from his sister’s lips. “Thank you Izuna.”

Upon hearing those words a huge childish grin was painted all over his face. It wasn’t hard to miss the fact the boy deeply cared about his sister. Ever since they were younger their connection only grew stronger.

“Hey elder sister , you think you could help me with my training.?” He smiled rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks became flustered.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the childish boy in front of her. He was only two years younger but to her he still just a child. Exactly why all she wants to do is protect him.

“Maybe later, Izuna.” She smiled watching the younger boy get all giddily as his eyes practically was sparkling with excitement.

Izuna felt his smile fade has he watched his sister turn around and slowly walk away from him, watching her disappear from his vision.

“Hey, where are you—” he stopped his sentence half way to realise she had already disappeared.

Y/N had now past the halls of the house to make her way to garden she often found herself at.

She stood infront of the small duck pond, staring down at the water. It didn’t take long to hear loud steps coming from behind her.

She stayed facing forward as the footsteps stopped a few feet behind her.

She couldn't feel any chakra so it couldn't be her father or Izuna. Since endeavour was to busy arranging the two’s future. it would only make sense it was her soon to be ‘husband’ behind her.

“Uchiha-san..” Todoroki spoke up. His tone of voice was rather harsh and cold. Making him sound all the more confident.

“I want to make it clear that I have no interest in you or this marriage. I don’t care what quirk you possess or what you have to offer, just make sure to stay out my way.” He commanded with his fist clenched and his eyebrows crossing.

“I would never love someone like you..” Todoroki added.Y/N then turned to face the taller male. His light eyes made clear eye contact with her dark ones.

“I hope you come to realise, I also want nothing to do with you, I am only agreeing to this for peace among my clan.” She admitted as the tension between the two only thickened.

As they stood in silence Todoroki could only take a full glimpse of her beauty. She was shorter, specifically reaching up to his nose.

As for her features, she most certainly had a unique face. She was a fair-skinned with spiky, long black hair that had a slight blue tint to it.

She kept her hair down,its length reaching to her waist, with shoulder-length bangs framing the sides of his face, covering most of his right eye.

As he continued looking into her eyes he noticed even though she was still relatively young, more prominent creases had developed under each of her eyes. Only making her even more beautiful.

“Y/N, father is looking for the both of you.” A voice standing by the doorframe said. The both of them had been brought back to reality as they turned to see Izuna leaning on wall with his head facing them as an obvious scowl was put on his face.

Todoroki not finding a need to be here any long, began to walk inside having to go sit back with the adults.

Izuna could only watch him walk away as his back faced the two. “Can’t believe you’re marrying such a scumbag.” He complained glaring at the Todoroki’s back.

“That’s enough, Izuna.” Y/N scolded making her way up the garden steps as her brother waited biting his inner of his cheekbone.

“Tch..” Her younger brother muttered clearly frustrated with today’s events. He could only furrow his eyebrows as his sister walked past him making her way to the room that the adults sat in.

She had walked into the room to see her father laughing with the flame hero as his son only stared at her entering the room.

“Well this is just wonderful isn’t it, Tajima.” The smirk of the no.2 only grew. The Uchiha could only feel the strong stare full of hatred coming from her fiancé as he looked at her intensely.

“I’ve been thinking since you both will be attending UA, let’s have our next meeting some time during your first week. How’s that for you Tajima?” Shoto’s father asked.

“That would be wonderful. Y/N please escort Endeavour and Shoto out.” Tajima asked his daughter calmly. "Yes father." Y/N nodded. The female stood up and walked towards thenm entrance with her guests following behind her while her father stayed seated reviewing papers giving to him by Endeavour.

Finally arriving at the main families homes entrance leading to the rest of the compound, slowly making their way out.

the Uchiha watched as the older man stopped halfway to tell her something. “ Lovely meeting you Uchiha, I’m sure you will be a perfect and strong wife for Shoto and your future children.”

Her eyebrows raised at his comment. Children? She's still so young. She stood there confused as they continued to walk out heading to where their car was parked.

The Uchiha stared at the ground while her bangs covered her face. She didn't want to get married. She didn't want Children. But, considering the state of her clan. She needed too…

[paradiseismade]

I've gone and found the video

https://youtu.be/hhgXukqIa5U?si=rUQEu64jriLcrrcs

It's a 2 and a half minute long video that spends its entire length pulling quotes from different published medical papers.

It's a little sensationalist but it is reporting actual scientific research. From what I can see the channel is mainly focused on reporting nutrition research with a focus on reviewing different papers and studies on various topics.

It seems to be pro-vegan but coming from actual medical and scientific evidence, which I don't think is a bad thing. Given the general consensus that western society eats too much meat and not enough veggies I generally think that's a good thing.

Certainly I wouldn't call it misinformation.

I think we should call out sensationalists who try to mislead people about health topics but this is quite literally a breakdown of scientific literature. From a cursory watch of a few videos they seem to accurately cite every paper they reference and often the short videos link to longer explanations.

I think there's other YouTube channels out there that push a lot more misinformation and this is probably one of the better channels out there actually trying to educate people.

OP is correct, the video itself mainly addresses the effects of the tapeworms not how they're contracted but that's because it is reporting on a recent study about how widespread these worms are. Also it's from 12 years ago so I suppose it's unlikely to be up to date.

OH MY GOD does it fucking piss me off that some piece of shit owns "nutritionfacts.org" and uses it to spread outright lies about health. Fucking asshole. This video on youtube is over a decade old with countless views, and it directly implies that you can get a tapeworm infection in your brain from eating raw pork.

I've one on this rant several times before but I'll go on it again: Tapeworms have a complex life cycle where every single stage behaves completely different, and is contracted in a completely different way. The simplified version is that you will only get tapeworm larvae in your brain or other tissues if you ingest tapeworm eggs from fecal matter, such as in contaminated water, soil, or unwashed produce. The stage that can be found in raw meat is what becomes the adult tapeworm, which is very easy to treat and not life threatening. This video and many other fearmongering articles on "PORK tapeworms IN YOUR BRAIN!!!!" either does no research or deliberately leaves out the critical details in order to conflate all stages of tapeworm as the same exact thing and scare people into thinking they'll get it from a fucking hot dog. Naturally the comments on these are full of smug veganism of course. Don't tell them all the nastiest, deadliest food-borne illnesses pretty much come from lettuce. If you want to understand why it works that way I'll put the longer technical life cycle explanation under a cut:

So a tapeworm begins as a microscopic egg. It's very sticky, and it can survive a long time "hibernating" in that egg, like a sea monkey! The only thing that will hatch the egg is exposure to stomach acid when it gets accidentally swallowed by something. When this egg hatches, it becomes a specific type of larva that only exists to tunnel out of the stomach, keep tunneling through the tissues of the body, and eventually become a "cyst." This is another "hibernating" stage. It doesn't feed or grow. It just stays there hanging out in the meat, and unfortunately, sometimes hanging out in the brain tissue. The goal of this cyst is to be eaten again, by a carnivore. When this cyst comes into contact with stomach acid again, it begins development into the adult tapeworm, the one that just chills in your digestive tract and absorbs your digested food. This can grow very large and it can cause metabolic problems but it is not very dangerous; some people have one for their whole adult life and never know it. It is extremely easy to treat. The danger of the adult is that it produces the eggs, millions of them, which come out in the host's feces. As mentioned earlier, the only FOOD that might have these eggs on it is food potentially handled by someone who doesn't wash their hands, which unfortunately includes a lot of produce. Fecal contamination is very common in hand-picked vegetables, especially those that outsource to poorly treated, poorly paid labor (which is lots of them)

[ficarcheologist]

୧ ⊹₊ ⋆ between us 💭 feyd rautha

WARNINGS ⁞ smut, 18+, profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns

OPs NOTES ⁞ a/n: from an anon request. just a fun lil drabble // Summary: Feyd gives you a gift that you won't soon forget, proving nothing will come between the two of you.

MY NOTES ⁞ This is not my work. If you are the owner of this work and would like it taken down, please provide proof of ownership and I will take it down/redirect where necessary! Link to the fic reblogged on one of my other side blogs.

It’s late when Feyd finally comes to your shared bedchamber. His days have grown longer ever since taking up the title of Baron. He resents that it takes him away from you. You’re the only thing that’s ever made him truly happy. But this burden is his honor and his duty as his uncle’s chosen heir. Though he spends so many hours away from you, he always makes sure to return to your bed and only yours every night. He had his fun with his concubines, memories that he looks back on with fondness, but now? He can’t imagine being with anyone but you. His pets have fallen to the wayside ever since the first time he had you. 

Nothing and no one else could ever satisfy him the way you do.

Feyd expects you to come running into his arms, embracing him as you always do. He is a cold man, bloodthirsty and cruel, but your love and affection softens him. He frowns when he opens the door and sees you standing at the balcony, wearing your nightgown. The moon lights up your skin, making you look like some sort of ethereal goddess. He approaches you, moving your hair off your shoulder to press a kiss to the soft skin of your neck. You’re so lost in thought that you don’t even notice.

He turns you around to face him, hands cupping your face as he questions, “What troubles you?”

As if waking from a trance, you blink, meeting his gaze with a melancholy smile, “Nothing, my lord. Everything is fine.”

Your answer comes a moment too quickly and Feyd shakes his head, “I know you well enough to know when you’re lying to me.”

You pause before sighing, “Promise you won’t make fun of me?”

The way you ask is so endearing that he can’t help but nod, “I promise.”

“One of your… Concubines…” It’s as if you struggle to say the word, your innocence bringing a smile to his face as he forces himself to hold back a chuckle, “One of them approached me and…” You shake your head, cutting yourself off, “Never mind. You’ll think it’s stupid.”

Feyd narrows his eyes, gripping your chin in his hand, squeezing slightly, “Tell me.”

You gaze up at him through your lashes, the sight of which has never failed to make his heart, which he once thought to be nonexistent, melt, “She said a weak little thing like me could never satisfy you the way the three of them did. That you’ll grow bored of me and come back to them. That you don’t…”

The way your breath hitches, tears pooling in your eyes…

Rage fills your husband, fire in his veins, “That I don’t what, little one?”

“That you don’t love me. That you never will,” comes your anguished whisper. Feyd lets out an animalistic growl, baring his teeth in a snarl. “Feyd, please don’t be angry with me, I shouldn’t have said anything-”

He quickly realizes that you’ve mistaken his anger as being directed toward you and loosens his grip, shaking his head though his expression is still furious, “I’m not angry at you. I would never be angry at you. You are the only one who brings any sense of calm into my life, little one. You are my wife. I chose you.”

He releases you from his grip, stalking past you toward the door. 

Your lips part in surprise as you stare after him, confused, “My lord?”

Feyd pauses, turning to look at you, pulling his dagger from its sheath, gritting his teeth, “I have to take care of something, my love. I’ll return soon.”

“FEYD?!”

His grin is bloody at the sound of your shriek, the heads of his three concubines thrown at your feet. Feyd chuckles as you scramble backward on the bed, staring at the disembodied heads with shock. He crawls over your body, feeling pleased when you calm at his touch, your hands resting on his cheeks, still stained with blood. He traces your lips with his thumb, watching as your eyes flutter shut at his touch.

“I will never let anyone come between us, little one,” he rasps, pressing his lips to your jaws, the blood of his concubines staining your skin, “Never. You are the one I love, the one I chose. I never went to see them after I took you as my own because I know their touch could never satisfy my lust, my love the way yours can.”

You kiss him, your legs parting to accommodate his frame as his tongue moves against your own. He’s eager tonight, you muse, feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against you. He moves your underwear to the side, fingers stroking at your slit, a wicked smile on his face.

“Seeing your lord husband painted in blood made you so wet,” Feyd whispers, “It seems my little wife isn’t so innocent after all.”

You bite back a smile as he spreads your thighs, mouthing at your wet cunt. And when you close your eyes, your head falling back against your pillow, he lands a slap against your center. A reminder that if you don’t keep your eyes locked on him, what he’s doing to you, he won’t allow you to reach your peak. He moans, pulling you in close, burying his face between your legs, inhaling your scent as he continues lapping at your folds like a man starved. Your fingers twist in the silken bedsheets, losing yourself in the pleasure he gives you, reaching your peak against his tongue, pulling him into another kiss as he crawls over you.

“No woman could ever taste as sweet, mewl my name so perfectly,” he vows, slipping his pants down to reveal his pale cock, already achingly hard, leaking from the tip, “It’s only you, my love. No one will ever come between us. Not even death.”

Your legs wrap around his waist, feeling him rut against you, his cock brushing against your sweet spot every time he slams back into you, your nails raking down the pale skin of his back, leaving an angry red trail in their wake. Feyd bites down hard on your neck, hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark. You take his hand, bringing it to your throat, and Feyd immediately knows what you wish of him. He squeezes, restricting your airflow, smirking at the way it makes your body tense, your peak quickly approaching once again. Your eyes roll back as he spills himself inside you, his hot seed filling you.

Perhaps you seemed a sweet, unassuming little thing to your husband’s former lovers. But they didn’t realize that the longer you spent with him, the more your tastes began to mirror those of your husband.

He presses his lips to yours in a kiss, uncharacteristically gentle and yet still so very passionate as he vows to you once again, “I love you. Nothing will ever come between us.”

You grin, moving to lay on top of him, raking your nails down his chest as you whisper, feeling his cock already beginning to twitch against your thigh, “I believe you, my husband.”

Feyd chuckles, hands moving to palm at the flesh of your ass, groaning slightly as you continue your ministrations, clearly not wanting tonight’s fun to be through, “What a greedy little monster I’ve made of you, little one.”

[flwrkisses]

boyfriend! heeseung.

doing these at random and actually having lots of fun writing them! — remember that leaving a like or a reblog shows me you're enjoying the content!

genre: fluff, established relationship. idol! heeseung x reader.

warnings: mentions of arguments, skinship and affections such as kissing.

❀˖° heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo jungwon ni-ki ..

- if heeseung likes someone he might be a little shy at first but once he gets to truly know you and get comfortable he grows so much more bold. so he starts taking his chances and shooting his shot, not really hiding that he likes you, hell he wants everyone to know he likes you.

- your first date was probably to a gotcha arcade where he could win you different things and show off a little. he thought it was the perfect first date because you could go home with plushies and other fun prizes and remember not only him but the fun time you had together. he was always thinking 3 steps ahead.

- because that date went so well, he ended up asking you out fairly quickly. which was kinda expected considering how many times he had begged you to go out with him before.

- personal space is nonexistent in this relationship, heeseung loves to be all over you all the time.

- he memories your favorite perfumes, soaps, creams, shampoo and conditioner because he had just fallen in love with your soft scent so much so that he continues buying you the same scents once he realizes you're running low.

- late night ramyeon dates, where you wear one of his extremely oversized hoodies and walk with him to the convenience store, sit and eat your ramyeon and gimbap and talk the night away.

- literally always flirting, heeseung lives to make you blush and all flustered. he can't help but chuckle each time you get shy when he flirts with you shamelessly.

- mornings are always lazy, especially when both of you can sleep in. there is not waking that man up.

- he's so jealous and possessive, like another man looks at you the wrong way it would get him off. his anger is never directed towards you though. he keeps telling you that you can wear whatever you want because he can fight.

- additionally with not caring how you dress or go out, he will protect you buy standing behind you if you're wearing shorts or a short skirt and you need to bend down, just so he can cover you with his body from anyone walking past.

- the above also goes for when you're sitting down, he would use his arm to cover your legs a bit, or he'd throw a blanket over your legs to make sure you're comfortable.

- kissing is always passionate, usually with giggles in between and smiles. it can never be just one peck, he always asks for more. he just can't get enough of you.

- expect his phone to be full of your pictures, so many of you off guard, candid, and just the selfies you've spammed onto his phone that he can't bring himself to delete.

- get ready for long gaming dates that could start off with you guys playing simple games like mario kart or mario party only to end up switching to much harder co-op games like overwatch or valorant.

- he loves to pull you onto his lap while he plays games, and press kisses onto your skin as you scroll through your phone. sometimes he even mutes his mic to talk to you for a while.

- one thing he will do is tease you if you're bad at the game, but he would also use the excuse of having to "teach" you how to play so he can pull you close.

- believe it or not, as much as he loves his games he loves you more. so the second he notices you getting a teeny bit annoyed over him focusing more on his game rather than you, he ends the match and turns off the game for you.

- when you guys play games together and win he says that he wins because he has the best duo partner in the world. you.

- he is always shamelessly checking you out. no matter what you're wearing or what you're doing.

- heeseung also finds so much comfort in you so when he's nervous, shy, anxious, scared he looks for you. if you're shorter than him he'd bend and curl into your body so you can hold him when he's feeling this way.

- when he calls you, he wants to talk for hours and when you finally tell him you have to go and hang up, he would beg you to stay 5 more minutes.

- in heeseung's eyes arguments and disagreements are natural and unavoidable at times. he listens to your side usually with his head hung low regardless of whos at fault or what the argument is about and would need some time to collect his thoughts and voice them.

- he hates going to bed angry or upset so he would probably stay up resolving the issue until you both are okay again and wrapped in each other's arms.

- your hair will always be played with regardless of length or texture. his hands are always in your hair, he mindlessly plays with it when you cuddle. its just his thing.

- on his phone he probably has your name as "mine ❤️" or something like that. but he would get so embarrassed when you see the contact name he has for you. it's cheesy but sweet.

- sometimes when you ask him too, he'll sing softly while you guys are about to drift off to sleep.

- he would even let you wash his face some nights after work when he's like super tired but most times he can't help himself from trying to steal a kiss from you with a soapy face.

- no matter what it is you want to do he's there supporting you 100 percent. he's your biggest support no matter what and he lets you know all the time that he's there for you.

- if you ever reject one of his kisses he would literally chase you around until you gave him a kiss. mans would not let you go free until he got what he wanted.

- sometimes he gets cocky and sits you down after he noticed you had a long day and tells you that you never have to work if you don't want to because he would work on supporting you. yeah, he's THAT in love.

- he loves singing your favorite songs to you at all times, especially when you're laying your head on his lap and he's playing with your hair.

-over all heeseung's just an overall he's a sweet, sometimes cocky and annoying boyfriend who loves getting a rise out of you.

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[immortaledd]

Do you really feel good about yourself appearing in other people's publications where no one called you out or tagged you to defend a fictional character that others have every right to express dislike and even hate for?

You have fun acting innocent and saying you have good intentions, but you're belittling and devaluing the feelings of people who just want to vent a bit in their own personal space through opinions that don't hurt anyone. And if you find them by "coincidence", you can just ignore them or even block them if they get on your nerves.

I'd totally get it if one of them popped up on your blog or in one of your posts. You'd 100% have the right to defend your favourite baby. But showing up out of the blue in someone else's post, where they're just sharing their thoughts and feelings? And you're basically telling them, in a pretty subtle way, that they're not that clued up about the show or don't get the characters, just because they don't watch them the same way you do? It's honestly so frustrating and cringe. Especially because you hide those intentions behind nice words. Pathetic.

I really hope you're a child, because it's even more pathetic when an adult wastes their time doing what you do.

Whooooaaa.

I wouldn’t talk about childish attitude when you walk up to someone anonymously and start insulting them and belittling them back.

You have a completely valid argument if you have proof, and I don’t blame you for thinking like this, but if you want to see something done, give some constructive criticism.

speak without hiding, and actually be constructive.

If you believe I’m doing something wrong, instead of spitting out words like “pathetic” and “I hope you’re a child”, how about saying “Hey, I don’t believe you’re acting appropriately and I believe [this] is a solution.”

I am not acting stern in this post to be stern, but only to match a limited amount of the energy you are throwing at me.

I am not belittling anyone. I haven’t fully talked about this since this is a fresh blog, but I have repeated time and time again whenever I ramble that my “excitement”, my “anger” or other extreme emotions all are fully “in-character”, to which I also haven’t defined on this new blog.

When I am passionate about a certain character, my arguments on them, my analyzing on them, I am speaking of them as if I was a character in-the-show witnessing the same bs I rant about. I do this to combat VA / writer hate, because everyone knows that’s a problem here.

I do not belittle people for having opinions, I make counter arguments. Anyone I reblog and ramble, (1) I disclaim “this just gives me a excuse to ramble”, (2) I always bring up good points or other perspectives to combat my ideas to help give a productive ramble, (3), I disclaim “hey! You don’t even gotta read this!” Because my blog is full of analyzing and rambles, because that’s what I enjoy doing.

If you have any direct evidence to me belittling someone, hating someone, or otherwise, please provide me with evidence, and I’ll correct it either in the post, or in the future.

Whether I have properly disclaimed it in my ramble posts, or I’ve let it slip a few times, here is my full disclaimer.

The interpretations I make of any fictional media are completely and entirely my own. I encourage you to make your own opinions, but to always be open minded to new perspectives. I encourage challenging opinions to embrace new ones - for yourself, and the other.

I am passionate about “my favorite baby” because I directly see myself and my issues through them. I have grown so emotionally attached to Eclipse and/or Ruin specifically because I feel I have lived parallels of their lives, and it makes me feel seen and understood. Therefore, by speaking on their behalf, I have an opportunity to speak for my own.

Reblogs I ramble under have playful replies from OP. I try to be playful back. I like to verbally roughhouse with people to create an emotional bond with someone. I believe it is fun, and I do it in moderation whether I know the creator or not.

Everyone I have reblogged and rambled under (as far as I currently remember, show me if you have evidence otherwise.) has greeted me by name, rambled back, and either returned the playful gestures or has engaged in a full conversation with me, bouncing off both of our opinions, and enjoying our time.

For ANYONE, if I have reblogged to you, rambling, or mentioned you and rambled about your perspective and giving my own…AND YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE IN ANY WAY, please do not stay quiet or play along. Tell me, and I will correct it. I understand not everyone may enjoy it. A lot of people I talk to do.

Ranting is half of this blog. Art is the other. It’s what I enjoy doing. Seeing perspectives is an opportunity for me to fulfill some of the blog. I don’t even do it [reblog + ramble] often, it’s a relatively new thing for me. I typically make isolated rants, and have only started reblogging and replying recently. I rant often because part of being in this show is hyper analyzing characters.

I also enjoy rambling, because comments are something that means a lot to me. When I am reblogged and someone else starts rambling under my own posts, I feel encouraged. I think it’s amazing to see perspectives whether they’re similar or different to mine. It’s how I’ve learned about a lot of character throughout this fandom

I typically only focus on a select few, but I enjoy delving into other characters as well.

I “hate” Moon in-character. I “hate” Moon from TSAMS because of the inaction he did for Eclipse and Sun in numerous scenarios. I still delve into his character, I appreciate his character, and I enjoy making things for said character. From a writer/viewer standpoint, I do not genuinely hate a single character, nor anyone for liking a character I don’t.

I was infuriated with Nexus for a long time from a writer standpoint until a friend of mine helped me further dissect his character. Now I love him. I used to hate Solar with every atom in my body, writer and in-character, and then I learned to realize he’s not just some one-off character I should hate. He, along with everyone else, has effort put into him.

I do not give a single damn if you hate a character I love for whatever reason. My goal is to change your mind, not because “actually you should love this character”, but because

How are you supposed to enjoy anything if you keep finding reasons to hate it?

It doesn’t matter if it’s low effort, sloppy, clickbait, overused.

This is one of the biggest issues here, blunt hate on characters and writing.

You want something done about the content farm slop you’re forcing yourself to gobble? Do something about it. That’s what I’m doing. This is how I enjoy things.

If you are stern in your position, comfortable in it, I’m not going to reblog every single post you have and say “erm actually love this character please please I’m so desperate for you to listen to me pleasee!”

I DON’T CARE??? I would LOVE to influence the fandom considering how downright ass it is - [ Misogyny, ableism, hate, anti-constructive criticism, harmful mischaracterization, etc. ] - but I’m not going to grab every person by the throat and shove my ideas down it.

I am spilling my ideas out into the open, in my own blog. It’s your choice to read it or not.

Respectively, you cannot pray I am an adult, when you yourself, are taking time out of your day to hop on Tumblr, walk to their inbox, put on “appear as anonymous”, and write ~4 paragraphs insulting them and putting them down.

Because ranting at someone in this manner IS a sign of immaturity. Please take that into consideration the next time you want to critique something. Approach calmly with evidence. Drop the subtle insults.

Next time, please be more professional if you have a problem. This is not helping anyone. You have not given me any solutions, nor proof that I am making anyone uncomfortable - which is never my goal.

I am not claiming innocence. I am aware I can be tone deaf sometimes, or act awkwardly under pressure, or get too rowdy. I understand very well I have room for improvement. But I need YOUR help to improve, not just passive aggressive paragraphs in my inbox.

Thank you for your input. I am always open to suggestions.

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Delicate (Jake's Version)

31 - Jake's Dog

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: EXPLICIT (MDNI!)

Warnings: SMUT, oral (m receiving), angsty!Jake, angry!Jake, stressed AF!Jake, panic attack, argueing, make up oral? protective/aggressive dog behavior from Ballast

A/N: SMUT, sort of...angsty!Jakey and Sam because why not, and Ballast has some shit to sort out with his human. Also Jake is about to kill Rooster again. Also, I researched for like a half and hour about Air Traffic control and other jet related things. I did my best. Sorry if it's crap.

(note: aus is the command in German for ‘out’ or ‘let go’)

Again, thank y'all for reblogging, commenting, liking, etc. I really appreciate it tons! <3

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It was the first time in a long time that Jake’s nerves were on fire as he strapped himself into the cockpit of the jet . His jet. He was sweating in his flight suit. It felt great to put the helmet back on again. It had felt even better when he went through the NATOPs competency test. He had aced the simulator, and the written test on the manual, and now was his first day officially back up in the air. 

Maverick climbed up the ladder and patted Jake on the back. “You’ll do great. It’s just a straight shot, easy flight.” Mav said, tapping his hand on the outside of the jet.

“I thought you were going up with me?” Jake asked, and Maverick shook his head.

“No. Rooster is. He needs some more hours before he can apply to be a tester.” 

“Tester?”

“He wants to do what I've been doing. There's an opening at Oceana for it.”

“So he's supervising me?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes, but only for emergency purposes. You know how this goes, Jake. You've done these flights a million times. Standard Op. Enjoy yourself.”

Jake would most certainly enjoy himself, as long as Rooster kept his damn mouth shut. His breath quickened and he felt his head spin slightly. He brushed the feeling away as they signaled for him to taxi. 

“NKX Tower, Hangman F/A-18, East Ramp, VFR/IFR Composite Loop, Standard Op.” Jake said, and he suddenly felt at ease. 

“Hangman F/A-18, NKX Tower, taxi to Runway 3.” The air traffic controller responded.

“NKX Tower, Hangman F/A-18, Runway 3, ready for takeoff.” Jake took a deep breath after and a huge smile crept across his lips.

“Hangman F/A-18, Runway 3, you are cleared for takeoff. Glad to have you back!” The tower replied and he could hear some cheering in the background.

“Thanks. Hangman F/A-18, Runway 3, cleared for takeoff.” Jake confirmed, saluting to the ground crew. He’d nearly forgotten how much he was pushed back into the seat as the jet sped down the runway, the downward force as the jet lifted off as he pulled back on the stick, and the feeling of absolute euphoria that spread throughout his entire body as he felt him relax as the blue of the sky unfurled before him. Besides when he was with Sam, this was his home. 

Once up in the air, he heard chatter over the radio, of Rooster taking off. Jake was already over fifty miles out at this point, comfortably cruising at around three hundred knots. He knew Rooster was supposed to be his back up, his wingman, but he doubted he was going to catch up.

“Hey Hangman. You look good up here.” He heard Rooster say through the radio, knowing he was somewhere far behind him. 

“I am good. Rooster. I’m very good. Nice to be back up here.”  Jake murmured, trying his best to ignore Rooster but failing.

“Have a nice vacation?” Rooster asked casually.

“Yeah.” Jake's response was short, making it clear he wasn't interested in talking.

“How’s the office work?” Rooster asked, almost hinting at humor.

“It's shit. Been waiting to get back up here.” Jake was getting annoyed now, wishing Rooster would just shut the hell up.

“How's...Sammy?” He asked and Jake's cheeks heated. He felt anger bubble up.

“Samantha is fine.” Jake said through gritted teeth.

“Aright, don't get pissy.” Rooster chuckled. 

“I'll get as pissy as I want when you talk about my girl .” Jake growled. 

“Must've been nice, while we we're all busting our asses, Sammy was your personal nurse, and whatever else you used her for. You decide on a date for the wedding yet? You are still getting married right? You didn't scare her off?”

“Rooster... shut the fuck up .” Jake nearly yells into the radio. For the rest of the flight, Jake was silent as the grave. On the landing, Jake headed in first, fumbling with the stick as he landed. He lost his grip for a millisecond as the landing gear was making contact with the runway, The jet touched down hard, the front gear snagging slightly on the tarmac and sending a jolt through Jake's entire body. 

When he taxied off the runway, his heart was pounding in his chest and he hadn't realized just how hot he was in his flight suit. When he climbed down out of his jet, he realized just how much his head was spinning, as he lost his balance coming down off the ladder. One of the ground crew happened to notice and asked Jake if he was okay. He just murmured ‘yeah, fine,’ and headed down the tarmac, toward the locker room. 

“Fucked the landing, huh, Bagman?” Rooster yelled, a loud laugh leaving his stupid mouth. Jake shot a middle finger back at him, continuing toward the locker room. 

Jake nearly ripped his flight suit off. There was no one around, so when he removed his t-shirt, he threw it and his boxer briefs harshly against his locker, before grabbing his towel and heading to the shower. He just needed to rinse himself off. His brain was going a million miles a minute. His heart was fucking jumping out of his chest. His breath was coming out hard from his nostrils. He was fucking angry. 

Rooster just continued to get under his skin and as he let the warm water wash over him, his mind traveled to Sam. Did he tell her what Rooster said? Surely he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t add to her stress, now knowing that she was pregnant. It had been a huge relief, but it had added so much more on top of everything. Especially where they both agreed on a quick wedding. Jake almost suggested just going to the courthouse and taking Javy as a witness. Or Nat. But he knew Sam wouldn’t want that. Sam wanted a beautiful day with friends and family.

Jake owed it to her to make the day as nice as possible. Jake placed his hands on the wall of the shower, letting his head drop, his tags jingling. All he could think of was how the one mistake he made at the end of the flight, losing his grip for a second, could’ve killed him. Then where would Sam and his kid be? Without him, that’s where. 

Jake’s heart kept up its pace, through the rest of his shower, through drying himself off, dressing himself in a clean shirt and his khakis, with his cowboy boots. He needed to stop at his office for something and then he just wanted to go home. He was pissed off, and he knew what was building inside of him. He thought for sure he had been through all the mental strife, but now it seemed he wasn’t. 

One bad day and Jake goes back to a crumbling mess in the truck on the way home. His heart felt like it was going to pop out of his chest. He was sweating again, nearly through his shirt and his muscles ached more than he’d ever felt them ache before. It was almost worse than when he came back home. He needed to get his emotions in check before he stepped inside, for fear of what he might say in a moment of high anxiety.

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Jake had never been scared of a dog, and he never thought his own would be the one he’d be scared of, however, he couldn’t blame Ballast.

Jake was having a panic attack. A pretty drawn out one too. It ebbed back and forth in intensity over the course of the day. He’d felt it beginning when he’d stepped on base that morning. He felt it come to a head when he stepped in the door at home. Sam had just found out she was pregnant, after they’d finally come home from Oklahoma. She was sitting at the kitchen island sifting through some mail. 

“How was it?” She asked and he nodded. Jake was silent and this had been bugging Sam immensely. They had gone through all of the trouble of talking out nearly every aspect of their relationship and then it seemed that Jake had shut down again. She knew it didn’t have anything to do with her, that it was all stress and related to his job, but she felt like part of it was her being pregnant. She hadn't wanted that to change their relationship, but it was inevitable that it would. 

“It’d be nice if you talked to me...” Sam said and Jake felt anger boil up inside him. They’d been arguing on and off the past couple of days, trying to figure out where they were going to settle.  An argument that he thought they had hashed out before they came home, but since finding out Sam was actually pregnant, it seemed like she’d developed a bit of a short fuse and quite suddenly. Jake knew it was the hormones, and Sam admitted as such. She wanted to stay in California, but it was Jake who, once he’d gotten a taste of his old country life, he wanted it back so bad, and Sam just wasn’t budging.

“I will when it’s not an argument.” Jake affirmed and Sam shook her head in disbelief.

“You’re still mad at me for wanting to stay here? Jake, this is what I know and it’s where I’m comfortable...”

“Yes, and you’re being fucking selfish! I’m supposed to be where I’m comfortable while I’m getting over bein’ fuckin’ tortured half to death and it’s not here! I’m not okay here anymore! I knew I wouldn’t be!” Jake had raised his voice, slamming his hand on the counter, and he immediately regretted it, as a flash of black charged into the kitchen. He jumped back and Ballast stood crouched in front of Sam, growling. 

At Jake . 

No...he was snarling at Jake, drool dripping from his mouth as he barked fiercely at the man who fed him and walked him daily. The man who taught him every command, everything that the dog knew. Jake noticed just how sharp the dog’s canines were then. He knew Ballast was fiercely protective of Sam, and Jake had made the mistake of showing physical aggression, and while he didn’t mean it at Sam, Ballast thought he did. In fact, Ballast was so sure that Jake might hurt Sam, that he began to step toward Jake. 

“Ballast, no!” Sam yelled, going to grab the dog’s collar, but Jake stopped her, putting his hand up. He was afraid Ballast might mistakenly take that as a cue to actually attack Jake now that he was locked in guard mode. 

“Ballast, aus .” He said sternly and the dog growled and laid at Sam’s feet. The dog wasn’t convinced. He stood again and snarled at Jake once more, barking several times before baring his teeth again.

“BALLAST. AUS .” Jake lowered and deepened his voice and pointed toward the living room. Ballast lowered his ears and his head and slinked around Jake and into the other room. The dog stood at the threshold, ready to go after his handler again if he needed to. Jake was careful, stepping toward Sam but keeping an eye on Ballast. The dog growled as Jake’s hands wrapped around Sam’s waist, but he recognized that Jake’s intentions were pure, not aggressive at all. Ballast laid down and placed his head on his paws, still focused on Jake, but calm now. 

“He’s never done that before, Jake. What the hell was that?” Sam asked, hugging him tightly.

“He’s only doing what I trained him to do. He thought I was going to hurt you...or something. You know I wasn’t, right?” Jake asked, leaning down to kiss her. She nodded.

“Of course you weren’t. I’m sorry. I keep pushing you and I know you’re stressed being back at work...” Sam admitted and he rubbed her lower back, as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

“I was having another panic attack...I thought I had it under control in the truck before I came in but...” He trailed off.

“I’m so sorry, Jake...maybe...maybe you’re right about moving closer to your brother...at least for a little while.” She conceded, glancing around Jake to see that Ballast was yawning and stretching. He had cooled down and Jake let go of Sam.

“No, I’m sorry I lost my shit. But...even Ballast knows I’m not right in the head...I just feel like I’m regressing for some reason..” He said and he knelt down in front of Sam, taking her hand and kissing the back. He then turned and called his dog over. Ballast wagged his tail and cautiously walked to Jake, then crawled in front of him and rolled over onto his back, showing Jake his belly. Jake reached down and rubbed the dog’s chest and belly and when Ballast rolled back to stand up he was careful as he pushed his nose toward Jake.

“I’m sorry you felt like you had to protect her from me, buddy. It’ll never happen again, I swear.” He said, rubbing the top of Ballast’s head and his ears. The dog welcomed this, panting and reaching to lick Jake’s face. Jake allowed it, even though Ballast had scared him, he still trusted the dog, especially since he was so dutiful to protect Sam. Sam meant more to him than anything.

“Why do you think you’re regressing?” She asked, as Jake stood and placed his arms around her waist. She studied him, seeing concern take over his expression, the sage green of his eyes unsteady.

“I don’t know if I’m stressed from...from you being pregnant...I’m..I’m worried about you.” He, as always when he was unsure, or disquieted, stumbled over his words. But he never did that outside of their little bubble of trust. 

“Why are you worried about me?” Sam asked, stretching up to touch her lips to his. She saw a wave of exhaustion pass over him, something that she had noticed had been happening more frequently. Jake’s resolve was so thin and it had been like that for months on end. Sam didn’t know how to fix it either.

“I don’t know, I just am. I’m just...I don’t...I don’t know...” Jake’s voice broke and Sam was quick to pull him into her arms. Ballast was still at his feet and he felt Jake’s emotions heavily, placing his head against his leg. Jake reached down to run his hand over the dog’s head, while pulling Sam in for a needy kiss.

“Well...when you figure out why it’s stressing you out so much, you’ll tell me, right? Because we’re telling each other everything.” Sam’s affirmation as they parted was one that he’d heard enough times now, and he couldn’t even begin to tell her how much it meant to him that they could share the level of vulnerability they had. But sometimes, Jake still didn’t want to delve that deep into his brain. Sometimes he just needed to shut it off. 

“Yes. I will, I promise. I just need to think about it. Ugh...I feel like shit. I need to lay down.” He dragged his hand over his face and Sam reached up to cup his cheeks. Her thumbs wiped fresh tears from them, that Jake hadn’t even noticed had been there. 

“Here...I’ll come with you.” She said softly, letting her hands drop to his, intertwining their fingers.

“No, no, you keep doing what you were doing.” Jake offered, but Sam wasn’t budging. 

“You’re worked up. I can go over that stuff later. I don’t need to do that right now. You need me right now.” She said, his brows knitting as he began to back up. He guided her to the couch, and pulled her over his lap. She straddled him, his hands landing on her waist and winding around to her lower back. Muster jumped up on the couch next to them, putting her face in Jake’s for a moment and then glancing up at Sam. She whined and Sam laughed and shook her head. Jake bit his lip and chuckled as well. 

“I think she’s worried about you too.” Jake murmured, reaching up to pat the smaller dog. She allowed it and that made Jake smile wide. “And apparently she likes me now.”

“She’s always liked you. She just hasn’t been okay with you touching her. You needed her consent.” Sam smirked and leaned down to kiss Jake and she could feel his smile spread more. 

“Do I still need your consent?” He asked, as Sam pulled away slightly to watch the slyness seep into his smile, and the lust that clouded over his pupils as his lids lowered. 

“Muster, Ballast, Rocco, crate.” Sam said softly, and the jingling of tags and cacophony of nails on the floor dissipated as the dogs went to lay down in their kennels. Then there was silence for a beat before Jake’s voice, deep and gravelly, permeated the space between him and Sam.

“You didn’t answer my...” 

“No, Jake. You don’t. You can have me...do whatever to me...anywhere, anytime.” Sam’s voice grew sultry and low, as her hands ghosted over his cheeks. “You know that.”

“Mmm, but I feel like I should ask anyway.” He said softly, his breath quickening slightly. “And thank you...”

“For what?” Sam asked, letting her hands travel down to the hem of his shirt. 

“Loving me, even when I’m a shit head. Even when I’m struggling. Because I don’t fuckin’ know who would put up with my sorry ass.” Jake’s fingers made their way under the waistband of Sam’s yoga pants, finding she wore no panties. She shifted above him. 

“I don’t put up with you. Jake, I don’t feel like I can exist without you. You’re the single best thing that has ever happened to me. And I know we’ve been fighting and we’re at a weird place right now, but after all we’ve been through in the short time we’ve been together, I know we can make it through this. I know we’ll come out the other side. All I keep asking is that you don’t shut back down on me. Please don’t.” Sam inhaled sharply as his warm hands cupped her ass, and squeezed gently.

“I won’t. I don’t mean to. It’s just worked for me in the past. But now, now I know it doesn’t work with you. That’s why I love you. Because you’ve seen me at my worst...and you still want me. And you want kids with me. I never in a million years thought I’d have anyone like you, Sam.” His lips found hers once again, this time in a kiss full of desire and longing. He wanted more. He always wanted more, and she was all too happy to oblige. All too willing to give him what he needed most. 

Release.

Sam backed away and slid down to her knees in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs. She waited, looking up expectantly at him. He could see the hunger in her eyes as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops. As he unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis and slid them down just enough to free his length. And as he ran his fingers gently through her hair, grabbing at the roots and tugging lightly so that she had to make eye contact with him.

“You’re so good to me, Sam. Such a fucking good girl for me.” He purred, then gathered her hair into a ponytail to help her. She rubbed her hands up and down his thighs painfully slow, then took him in her mouth, beginning to pleasure him. He let his head fall back and his jaw worked as he enjoyed every bit of what she did for him.