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moonlight-tmd · 2 months

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Bumblebee having an electric ability without mods and he’s just never told his team because outliers weren’t always seen as good & so he never uses it publicly.

One day his stingers get yanked out and his team is hurt and so he HAS to use it.

He hasn’t used it in so long he forgot how powerful it could be and accidentally knocked out himself and the threat and his team because he lost control.

Blitzbee - he hints at it to Blitz because decepticons were more open about outliers & one day he shows blitz who helps him learn how to control it.

Prowlbee - Bee doesn’t give a single hint and prowl is so hurt bee didn’t feel he could trust him but he understands because he’s seen what outliers went through and Ratchet is so hurt because his grandson ( self declared ) didn’t slip him the outlier info off record while Optimus is such a mom and worrying for bee.

Bulkhead figured it out when he saw bee get electrocuted one day on Earth but didn’t even seem phased beyond surprised and just brushed it off.

Ok i kinda don't know what you're on about but i think i see it?

To simplify: Bee can manipulate electricity as a feat, just like Icy and Hotheat can control Ice/Fire respectively. And those that can do that are basically outcasted from society for being a threat/different.

Bee may have been forged defected but lemme tell ya, those wiring mishaps actually made him tougher to crack. The electricity just didn't flow right like with normal bots therefore he couldn't really take shock damage. He'd withstand high voltages with almost no harm.

Of course, being the street-raised bot he knew the risks of standing out so he tried his best to hide it. I think he might have accidentally electrocuted someone to death when he was a fresh runaway from the carequarters. He never knew they died, just that one moment someone was trying to hurt him and the next they were laying on the ground motionless and he ran as fast as he could.

He knew electricity could hurt so he tried his best to pretend being hurt whenever something zapped him. It was tough getting around trying not to zap anything but once he got the stingers from Ratchet the uncotrolled zapping was slightly more controlled as it had actual output designed to release electric charges.

Team Prime- Bee never told them about his little stunt ability, he thought they would look at him differently if he ever did.

One time some 'con ripped out his stingers and crushed them, Team Prime barely got to Bee to defend him. Ratchet had a lot of fixing to do so Bee was left defenceless for a while. One time when he and some other bot from the team were helping out some citizen, Constructicons wanted to have fun and came to wreck them. It was a close call and the rest of the team got there in time to fight... but something went wrong and the bad guys had advantage after advantage. At some point they were about to finish off Prowl when Bee came out of the forced hiding and latched onto the 'con before letting out the highest voltage electroshock he could muster. Of course it barely missed his teammates as chain reaction went off and knocked out half of the cons and damaged the rest. Somehow they managed to scramble and run away with the carcasses of their unconscious fellas, leaving Team Prime in quite literal shock of what happened.

Optimus was the first to be at Bee's side after noticing the scout laying motionless on the ground. He tried to reach and shake him awake but the moment his servo got close a leftover jolt of electricity zapped him hard, leaving a half-scorched mark.

Bee wakes up in medbay after few hours and is greeted by very worried Team. They ask him about what the heck happened back there and Bee avoids answering until Ratchet yells at him to tell them because it's important (and from that high voltage technically he should be dead lol).

Bee is visibly nervous but gives in and tells them. "So you know how Blitzwing can manipulate ice 'nd fire?"

"Yes- what does that have to do with this??"

"Well,... I can kinda do the same but- with electricity?"

And then he shows them a trick he learned to entertain himself- just making little electric sparks between his servos- when they ask to explain. Now onto reactions-

Optimus: He's still recovering from having his servo temporarily disabled by the leftover discharge, he's very much surprised and then concerned that Bee never told them- he worries about Bee's wellbeing as well as this being a possible threat for everyone if Bee doesn't get full control over it.

Ratchet: Honestly he shouldn't be surprised, the kid had so many electrocuting accidents that ended in no damages he should have connected the dots already. He just wishes the kid would have told him something about it to spare so many hours half-paranoid over how this mech still works after so many stunts that should have killed him.

Bulkhead: Bee told him about nearly everything except the super personal stuff like trauma. He's a little hurt for the lack of trust from his best friend but still finds it cool that Bee has such neat ability.

Sari: She is so heckin happy- Bee can do cool shit and make electronics do his bidding(kinda)! That's so cool! She does get a little spooked if she's too close to said electricity cuz she's been taught about the dangerous side of it.

Prowl: He's very much surprised cuz he didn't think someone else on the team possesed a unique ability like him (the whole hologram duplication and weird telekinesis thing, ex: turning stasis cuffs/electric locks off). He'll be glad to help Bee learn to control this ability. If ProwlBee: Prowl would still be surprised but he'd also be disappointed that Bee never told him when Prowl himself was pretty open about having his unique ability. He understands why Bee might have felt like he shouldn't say anything but he still feels that little bit of hurt inside.

If BlitzBee: Blitz learns about it before the event. Icy was showing him fun ways to play with ice and frost and Bee was so amazed by it he accidentally mentioned wishing he'd be able to do that with his element. Bee was shy about it when Blitzwing asked but he eventually showed him the little entertaining trick i mentioned earlier. It wasn't anything spectacular, he tried his best to keep it as low as possible to not get it out of control, but Blitz was still amazed and excited that his hummel could do something similar to his powers. Of course he teaches Bee how to manipulate element and they have some fun.

I think after the fact Bee can manipulate electricity is out in the open, Bee will definitelly pull some pranks on the others like messing with the lights or turning on/off some non-important machines to annoy them.

It would also make them aware of why the fuck Bee has so much energy all the time- the scout keeps his battery up by touching electronics, he unawarily charges himself via other stuff's batteries/outlet connections. (This explains why his switch/controller keeps dying so soon, huh.)

After being taught how to control his ability he defo drains certain stuff on purpose like, he'd drain stasis cuffs off their power and switch off the forcefield cell the 'cons put him in to hold hostage. Heck he might even drain them off energy if he sticks to them long enough and gets them passed out on the ground. It's also a good way to make someone go to berth when they can't recharge- drain them low enough to enforce the recharge protocol.

Ngl, that kinda sounds like energetic vampire but Bee's all for it. He likes the joke and keeps the play up quite well whenever someone mentions his ability.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #tfa bumblebee #blitzbee #prowlbee #tfa optimus prime #tfa ratchet #tfa prowl #tfa sari #tfa bulkhead #electro bee au #tfa au

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dema-heart · 9 months

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can you do a hobie x hippie y/n (wears wrap tops & long flowy skirts, lots of chimy jewelry, distracts the police from hindering his spidering) that loves to be his little spider-man cheerleader, but like has no sense of self-preservation, is reckless, and is soooo sure that they can handle themselves?

You're a real piece of work

Hobie x hippie (mostly) fem!reader

Sfw

Mentions of cops ,protests, and feminine clothing

Use of the term goddess toward the end

Warning: Me attempting to write action lol

The first time you'd seen spiderpunk in person was when he came crashing into the jewelry stand at the farmer's market you'd been looking at. He laid there with a groan as you looked him over, more curious than scared. You'd heard about him, hell who hadn't, the punk themed web swinger who's fought against what he felt was wrong. Some of his ideas lined up with yours, and some didn't, but the way he fought against it all sat well with your own reckless self.

There was commotion to your left, You looked only to see officers making their way over. Quickly without thinking, you tossed your long over-sized sweater over him, hoping he'd get the message to cover up. He looked at you, the eyes of his mask squinting, but you just nodded your head before running up to the officers.

"Officers!! Thank goddess you're here! Spiderman just came crashing into my jewelry stand!" Your voice was a practiced panic as you pretended to be startled. Your hand riddled with rings clutched at the necklaces dangling on your chest as you pointed out the obviously wrecked booth. "He went running off in that direction just before you got here please you have to hurry he can't get away with this!"

The officers looked you over, eyes narrowed in question. You shifted your booted feet, long skirt swaying. Everyone knew better than to get this close to the officers. Most just got out of their way or ignored them if around but You knew if you did that, they'd find your new favorite hero, so instead you made a scene hoping they'd take the bait.

"Thank you ma'am will get right on it. The force will not forget your help today." One of the officers nodded before they walked off in the direction you'd pointed in. You grinned, snickering to yourself once they were out of ear shot before walking back to the booth.

Peaking in, you saw your sweater and a poorly hidden spiderpunk. "You're not the best at hiding, huh?" you chuckled, raising a hand to help him out of the booth rubble.

"Not usually the type to hide, but you went through all that work for me to do so." He shrugged, dusting himself off. He reached down grabbing your sweater shaking it before handing it over. "Thanks though can always use a break...sorry bout the shop" He nodded his head back toward the ruined booth.

"Oh... that...no thank you. S'not mine but the owner keeps stealing a friend of mines ideas so I had planned on doing something about it today" You smiled mischievously as your previous plans ran through your head.

"A trouble maker then" He chuckled. Getting ready to swing off not before taking a look at the bracelets that littered your wrist. "hm here. A thanks" He slipped one of his thinner spiked bracelets off and handed it to you. It didn't match your current look; a pale green and brown wrap shirt, paired with a long thin flowy skirt, your earthy tones and the black spiked leather clashing, but you didn't mind. As you slipped it on admiring the way it meshed,He'd swung off giving a two finger salute.

Since then, you'd both left quite the impression on each other. Constantly running into each other at protests or him having to save you when you once again risked it all to help someone or prove a point. In return you'd covered for him more times than he'd like to admit ,allowing him to get away from cops or reporters with ease or even allowing him to rest by hidding him in alley ways or stores you knew supported him, and he respected your courageousness the same way you respected his.

This time was no different. You were at a festival before all hell broke loose....you rushed forward against the panicked crowd, having seen some young kid getting swept along. You pushed and elbowed your way through people, the spiked bracelet sitting on your wrist along with your normal jewelry as your own lucky charm. You grabbed the kid by the back of their shirt, pulling them to you roughly, not caring about the bodies pushing against you or the hits you were taking as you covered the kid before pulling them out and to the side.

"You okay, little one?" Your voice was calm and soothing a big difference from your ruffled appearance. The kid nodded before their eyes lit up, looking up into the sky. You looked up watching spider-punk swing by. You immediately stood up yelling a 'took you long enough' before cheering him on. Your hand had never left the kids, though, and as things got rougher, you moved to see if their was somewhere you could take the kid in all the chaos only to get stopped by their hand squeezing yours. you looked down at them and watched as fear took over their features. Confused, you looked back only to see what was probably a mangled up booth flying toward you both.

'Well Shit' was all you thought before grabbing the kid and pulling him into your chest, turning so you'd take the brunt of the hit and bracing for impact.

The hit never came and as you opened your eyes, you saw webbing holding all the debris from hitting you or the kid. Spider-punk coming down to check on you both.

"We've got to stop meeting like this, luv. I'm starting to think you like danger more than you like me. " his tone was teasing as he watched a mother come rushing forward to grab the kid you'd protected twice now.

"I don't know I think I like both pretty equally" You grinned taking a step closer to the masked hero.

"Well, that's no good." You couldn't tell, but you swore he was smiling. The sound of heavy footed boots and police sirens made both your heads snap to the side.

"Think that's my que," You said grinning as you turned back to face him, slipping one of your necklaces off you motioned for him to bend down. He did allowing you to slip it over his head, the rock and gem themed necklace looking just as out of place on him as the spiked bracelet on your wrist. "A thank you...and maybe a see you later" You said grinning as he looked from the necklace that had a little spider skull pendant in the center to you.

Sun light shined behind you giving you a golden hue and the wind picked up slighty causing your thin, flowy clothes to sway in a graceful manner and with that smile on your face you looked like a goddess, a beautiful earthy goddess, and spiderpunk for a second honestly thought you might be one before that mischievous look came across your face and you were pulling him toward you by his jacket his hand quickly coming up to grab yours in surprise before you pushed off him falling to the ground. From any other point of view, it looked like he shoved you for stopping him. The cuts and scraps form you pulling the kid out the crowd earlier really working in your favor here.

"Officer! Officers, please help over here! Spiderman attacked me! Please, you have to hurry." You wailed out before winking up at spiderpunk and whispering 'go' as you watched the Officers come running toward you. He got the message smirking under his mask as he webbed the nearest lamp post swinging away. He'd look back to see the officers help you up, and you'd stumble, causing them to have to stay behind long enough to secure you were alright and get your take on what happened. He'd laughed, always amazed at how bold you were and how good your acting was in these moments.

...and maybe later he'd find the lil tag on the necklace you gave him with 'your biggest fan♡ find me here!' And your address written on it.

...and maybe just maybe he'd pay you a visit...just to make sure the risk-taking goddess hadn't gotten themselves too hurt while he wasn't looking...

Oh my gosh ! Thank you for the lovely request, Firefly! I hope you liked it. I'm not necessarily familiar with hippie style or mannerisms, but I did make a whole pintrest board just to make sure I had some idea of what I was working with. I went for less established and more build up for their relationship, and I tried to keep it as neutral but fem leaning as possible (off your choice of clothing).

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

#atsv hobie #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie x you #hobie x fem!reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #spiderpunk x y/n #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #rainbow's bookshelf #was kicking my feet when i saw your request but i always write him as hobie so i hope i did spiderpunk justice #definitely love the hippie style and just might change my whole closet #happy you liked my writing

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harleyqueen24 · 1 year

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Homework

Vincent de Gramont x Female Reader

Warning: Fluff, swearing.

WORD COUNT : 1.5k

Summary: You arrive at Vincent's mansion to do homework with him. But you know that this evening is not going to be easy.

Again thank you to @murasakispace for the correction.

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

The car stopped in front of the high gate. The bodyguards opened the way and your vehicle parked in front of the main door. You got out of the car and entered the large mansion. The butler came to welcome you at the door and to take you to your usual room. You crossed the long golden corridors, decorated with numerous statues and paintings. Then, you arrived in the room. It was large and luxurious. In the center was a table with many chairs. Vincent was not here yet. So, you sat down on the first chair that you saw. You took your books and looked at your agenda. Maths for tomorrow. You hated it, a real torture. Although, you had to do it to pass your exam, le Brevet.

You were beginning your exercise on the Pythagorean rules when you felt a presence behind you. It saw you, your book and your movements. Pencil in your hand, you turned around, took the unknown's hand and placed your weapon under his jugular.

"Hey! What are you doing?" he shouted. That voice, you knew it. It was Vincent.

You sighed in relief. "It's only you." You put down your pencil and went back to your work. "Next time, don't get behind me. I almost killed you."

"You're kidding, I hope. Don't give me orders in my house." he said as he sat down. "And, how long have you known how to fight like that?" he asked you.

"Since a long time. But, I never showed you my talents because I was afraid of scaring you." you looked at him with a smirk. "And I was right." He laughed.

"I was not afraid!"

"Really? So, Why did you scream when it happened?"

"I was just surprised."

You looked at him, insightful. Then, you shrugged. "If you say so..." You returned to face the math. Pythagoras confused your mind. You were torturing a lock of your hair, anxious. The sound of a chair scraping the floor brought you out of your thoughts.

"Where is the problem?" Surprised, you turned your head towards Vincent. Your eyes met. He fixed you. "I've been watching you torture your hair for a while now. So, I came to the conclusion that something was wrong."

"Do you have pity on me?"

"Not exactly. It's my good deed of the day."

You raised an eyebrow. A good deed? Him? It was hiding something. You sighed and stared your exercise. "As you wish... Check it out." He leaned over the page and started to explain the rules to you. He took a paper and a pencil and wrote some equations, some diagrams. Although, his explanations were not really clear. After a few minutes, your exercise was solved. All you had to do was copy the calculations and diagrams that Vincent had done.

"Voilà, you're indebted to me." he said as he got up to do his homework.

Your head lifted and a small smile appeared on your face. "Thank yo..." Suddenly, you remembered his last words. "Wait, what? A debt?" Your smile faded and your eyes widened.

"Yes, you heard right." he stated with smirk.

"You're kidding, I hope." you said, deadpan.

"Kidding? Do I look funny?" he said, seriously.

"You look more like a dickhead."

He was too stunned to speak. Meanwhile, the door opened. Vincent's father entered. "Good evening, children." Vincent was still so shocked by your words that he could not answer his father.

"Bonjour, Monsieur. How are you today?" you greeted him with a honeyed tongue.

He responded you kindly. You exchanged a few words, then he turned his head to Vincent, who was reviewing the lessons. Le BAC was close. However, he was worried about him. He had not answered to his greeting. "Is everything all right, Vincent? You haven't said a word since I arrived."

His son turned his head toward him, a forced smile on his lips. "All is well, père." You were so proud of yourself. Vincent couldn't stop thinking about the mental beating he'd taken. His poor ego was destroyed, crushed to the ground. You were crude in what you said and he was used to it. But, now, you had insulted him so violently that he could not believe it.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you. Can you come into my office, please?" his father asked you. You nodded and followed him. You had no idea what he had to tell you, but it must have been important. He and you went to his office which was decorated with statues and paintings. You admired La Nuit étoilée by Vincent van Gogh.

"It's beautiful. No?" Vincent's father asked you.

"Yes, a nice copy."

"I knew you had a knack for this sort of thing. There's no doubt about it, you are your father's daughter." You replied with a small smile. He put back his desk and invited you to you to sit down. "But, I didn't invite you here to talk about art and painting." You took a chair and sat down.

"About business? You need to see my father about it."

"No, Y/N. It's not about that." You took a deep breath. You feared the worst. "It's about marriage." Oh shit, here we go again. You gazed the painting again and sighed. "I know you only are fifteen years old, but I just want to know if you plan to study after high school."

"Why? Do you want us to get married us as soon as I'm eighteen years old?"

"The sooner the better."

You listened him, hesitant and embarrassed. "Sir, I appreciate you. But, what you say is…"

"Did I shock you?"

No. Really! Of course you were shocked! Although, you had to be as courteous as possible. Your family's reputation was at stake. "I'll be honest with you. I want to study art and history after high school and... I don't feel ready for this..."

"I understand... You want to take over your father's business." Yes, it was true. You wanted that. You wanted to be like your father. You grew up in a family of wine merchants, sculptors and art dealers. Even though it was your brother who had to take over the family business, you did everything you could to live up to their expectations.

"Yes. And I know that my brother doesn't want it."

"Your father will not agree."

"I know that too. That's why I want to show him that I'm better than Edouard."

He laughed. Was he mocking you? Then, he focused on you. "A competitor. I like it." He put his elbows on the table and leaned toward you. "I want to help you. I will discuss with your father."

Your eyes widened. You knew that he wasn't doing this out of kindness. You looked serious. "What do you want in return?"

A little smirk appeared on his face. "And a smart girl. You are quite different from the girls who hang around my son. So naive, so stupid." He stood up in his armchair. "I want you to protect Vincent."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Yes, you heard right me. I want you to protect my son."

"Why? He's a big boy. He can protect himself."

"Maybe. But, soon, he will take over a big company. And in that company, many people will want to get to him, kill him or shoot him from his position."

"And you are afraid that they will not be able to deal with these problems on their own."

"Correct." He stood up and watched from the window. "You know, my wife's help saved me a lot of trouble. Sometimes she was much further along than I was. Ever since we were married, I knew I couldn't do everything myself. In this kind of business, it’s dangerous to manage everything alone."

"So, we work in pairs."

"We are a team. This team is stronger and smarter. Especially when two geniuses are leading it."

"That's why you want me to be his wife..." You murmured.

"Exactly." He turned to you and came to your side. "But, Vincent doesn't like it. He wants to keep the control over everything."

"I've seen that." you said, rolling your eyes.

"I know it's not easy. This is why I think you will be a good wife for him. You know how to stop him and bring him down from his pedestal."

"This is mainly about your business and my money, connard." you thought. You sighed and gazed at your watch. It was getting late. He had noticed it and returned to his desk.

"It's late. Go home. We will carry this discussion later." He called for a butler to escort you to the main gate.

Vincent intercepted you in the main corridor.

"What were you talking about?"

"Something."

"But, what?"

"Something."

You could see that he didn't like your answer at all and it made you smile. You felt like you had control over him, like you had the power. You liked this feeling. Finally, it would be interesting to become his wife after all.

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Translate French-English:

Le Brevet: This is the first degree in the French system of education, an exam at the ending of middle school.

Bonjour, Monsieur: Good evening, sir.

Le BAC : Final exam at the end of high school.

Père : Father

Connard : asshole

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dracowars · 1 year

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Hi!! Can i request a Draco Malfoy x Reader, where the reader notices Draco starting to act suspicious. And being his girlfriend, he'd normally tell her anything and everything. But he'd been hiding something. So she confronts him. And after much much prodding from her, he finally spills his secret and shows her the dark mark on his arm. And he gets nervous and she tells him that she'd get it to if it meant that he'd be completely himself again. (I've just really been wanting a evil, villainous couple.)

forever, you and me | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where draco reveals the dark mark to y/n

a/n: i loved writing this, i hope you enjoy reading <3 reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated!

warnings: angst, cursing, a bit toxic

universe: harry potter

“I can’t help you if you don’t finally tell me what’s going on, Draco!”, you raise your voice unintentionally, but somehow intentional because otherwise the message does not seem to get through to him at all. It has been like this for weeks, he keeps acting weird, not like himself as if he had been replaced by an empty, emotionless shell, and every time you bring this up, he brushes you off like it is nothing. Not only are you incredibly frustrated at this point, but you are also angry. You know that something is bothering him so much that he does not even dare to talk to you about it, although you used to tell each other everything.

In the meantime, it worries you so much that you feel physically and mentally ill. You haven’t closed your eyes at night ever since you woke up one night, after sneaking into Draco’s room, and he disappeared in the middle of the night, gone somewhere only he knows. The next morning, he did not even think to apologize to you when you saw him in the Great Hall. That was the first time you really realized that something was terribly wrong.

It hurts that he does not confide in you, but it pains you even more that he is suffering, and you can’t help him because he just won’t let you near him anymore. You can say whatever you want, you can do whatever you want, but he ignores you like you do not even exist, like you are not the one person who could potentially help him. You would do anything for him, and you thought he knew that. Which does not seem to be the case, which is why you are not sorry for the cruel words you are now spitting at him.

“So you’re back to playing the arrogant asshole everyone thinks you are, hm?”, you provoke him furiously, not allowing him to treat you like this anymore. “If that’s the case, then I don’t want to be with you anymore either, Draco. I can’t keep running after you only for you to push me away over and over again!”

“You have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, Y/N. Just stay out of it”, Draco replies, visibly annoyed by your words. What you do not know, however, is that your words hit him hard and for a few seconds he actually forgets how to breathe as his heart contracts painfully. He can’t help himself, he does not know what to do either.

“I would fucking do anything for you, Draco, ANYTHING! What does it take to get that into the thick skull of yours?!”, you practically yell at him now, reproachfully pressing your index finger against his chest with every word. The way he pulls away from you, the way he takes so many steps back until his back is against the wall of his room like he is trying to escape from you, breaks your heart. But since it was broken before anyway, you do not feel the pain at that moment.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”, you command and look at him intently, but his eyes remain fixed on the ground. He lets you yell at him as much as you want, but he still won’t tell you anything.

“Leave me alone”, Draco murmurs so softly you can barely hear it. When he turns to escape the room, you grab his arm and stop him from leaving. As soon as you touch him, however, he flinches, almost in pain, and yanks his arm away from you with so much force that the momentum causes you to take a step towards him.

It is in that moment when you see Draco’s tear-filled eyes that you know no one will leave this room without unraveling this secret that has been destroying the both of you for so long.

“Draco, babe. Please tell me what’s wrong”, you ask him again, this time very calmly and so carefully that you even startle yourself at how quickly your mood can change. “I only want to help you. It’s me, Y/N. You remember? Forever, we said.”

Draco, who is holding the arm you just touched protectively against his chest, is now looking directly at you, and for a brief moment you think you see the darkness within his eyes being pushed aside by light. You would do anything in your power to take all the pain and suffering away from him, transferring all of it to yourself so he does not have to endure it any longer.

“You wouldn’t be able to look at me anymore”, Draco murmurs sadly, cupping his wrist in his hand like he is in excruciating pain.

“What nonsense are you talking about? You know I will always be by your side”, you softly whisper and take another step towards his trembling figure. “No matter what it is, I will stay with you. I promise. I love you, Draco, and I can’t handle this uncertainty any longer.”

Nervously, his eyes meet yours, alternating between them as he fiddles with the hem of his white shirt, buttoning and unbuttoning the sleeve. You take this as a sign that you are allowed to come closer, which you do. Tenderly putting your hand on his shoulder, you look at his hands.

“Show me.”

You could not have guessed that Draco looks away at your words as he rolls up the sleeve of his shirt and reveals his skin to you, as if he were infinitely ashamed of what he is now showing you. What he is revealing to you here and now makes you stagger briefly, but the fear that is clearly visible in his face causes you to control your emotions. He needs you. So much like he never did before.

Not knowing what to say, how best to convince him that you will stay by his side even though this horrible tattoo adorns his forearm, you express what comes to your mind first.

“If it means that you will be your true self again, then I want to be a part of it, too.”

The shock, but also the slight relief that breaks across Draco’s features, immediately tells you what you have to do from now on. You can also see him struggling with himself, however, for not wanting to pull you into this mess, but your decision was made the moment he revealed the truth. That is why, when he wants to say something, you softly put your finger on his lips to silence him. Looking deep into his beautiful eyes, you can almost hear his heartbeat as loud as yours, not able to suppress a tiny smile.

“Forever, as I promised.”

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 3 months

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I think AFO being the one giving Tenko Decay is just a very lazy way to resolve Tomura's inner conflict about being born to destroy and that he can't create anything just because he has a quirk that destroys. The idea is that the quirks people are born with don't define them, no? And that would nicely parallel Izuku, who believed he's defined by the fact that he was born quirkless. Now, the idea that AFO did something to Tenko's quirk...

I think that the "I'm a villain because of my quirk" storyline belongs more with Toga, in fact.

I don't think Tomura believes that he was born to destroy just because of his quirk. At least as I see it, Tomura doesn't judge people for their quirks at all. He never saw Spinner as weak just because he had a weak quirk. He thought Toga was creepy for her personality, not because of her quirk either.

There's even a point during My Villain Academia when Redestro implies that a person's quirk is directly related to one's character. He insists that it is the same for Tomura, since his quirk is "solely for destruction".

Hmm, I think it's chapter 234 of the manga, on the very first page. Here's how it goes:

Redestro:

" ‹ Good little children don't judge people by their quirks! ›

It's a good message. I was raised the same way. However! One's special ability is directly linked to their character.

‹ Whatever you touch with all five fingers will decay ›

It's the same for you too, isn't it!? "

Tomura's reaction doesn't give away if he believes what Redestro said is true. Actually, I would say that he believes the contrary. He doesn't want to destroy because of his quirk. His quirk manifested because he wanted to kill his family.

His conflict lies in the fact he believes he wants to destroy. He believes he is in total control of his quirk, so he killed his family because he wanted to and not simply by accident.

With Toga, we do have the conflict of the way she was forced to believe she was a monster because her quirk was related to blood consumption. She was made a villain, a criminal. Her storyline tells us that she started to hide behind a mask what she thought were her monster traits, including her quirk. Especially her quirk.

That's why the resolution of Toga's conflict came from Ochako saying "hey, I do not fear your quirk, I believe you are human and not less beautiful for your quirk. I don't believe this persona they made you into".

Decay only defined Tomura because AFO made it so. He even gave Tomura a name that means "to mourn". He renamed him completely, appearance and name. AFO rewired Tomura how he best liked and then convinced the kid it was in him all along.

Tomura's conflict is one that was kinda explored in the Vigilantes manga with an antagonist similar to him. I won't say more, as to remain spoiler free.

The difference with Tomura and the identity crisis that the story expects from him, it's that Tomura has a very strong sense of the self. No matter how many times AFO tried to erase Tomura's identity to take control of his body, Tomura didn't cave in. He doesn't define himself solely for who he was before AFO or who AFO made him into, but for what he feels and what he wants.

The problem is that his conviction is also playing against him. Does he really want to destroy it all because he hates everyone? Or there's something else he feels that he has been protecting, isolating from everyone else?

AFO planting decay on Tomura fits thematically, but I agree that there's something about it that made the story a bit predictable. Common, even.

Who is Tomura without AFO?

First of all, he's not Tomura Shigaraki and that's for sure. The kid we knew before AFO was not the type to obey when people told him to do what he knew was wrong. He resisted Kotaro the best he could by constantly acting as a hero would and loudly proclaiming his dream.

We know Tomura was compassionate too. He'd be punished for his actions, but soon he'd be back playing with Mon-chan, laughing. He would ask a kid to join him to play, even if those kids left him out of their games all the time. He admires and loves his older sister, his mom. He liked sweets. He liked train toys. All of that means that he was not particularly inclined to take revenge on the people who hurt him

If you want more examples of why I believe so, there's the fact that after he got decay, he refused to touch at first the two punks who kicked him. When no one helped him while he wandered the streets, his first thought was that it must be justice acting on him for what he did. Only after AFO made everyone look like a villain for not helping Tenko, Tenko started to resent them.

What else do we know? He was straightforward. Asked his mom if his dad hated him, knew that his family was wrong for telling him to stop crying instead of stopping Kotaro. He knew he would not get a quirk, probably. Knew when he was being excluded. When Hana went to apologize to him, he knew she was wrong from running away from the villain attacking them (what he believed at the moment) instead of protecting him.

A self-centered kid too, in Tomura's words. It's not something bad, but actually pretty expected from a child.

Tomura is also every decision we saw he made after AFO got captured and before he came back. Tomura's attitude with the League of Villains, his commands against Overhaul and Redestro, the moments when he interrupted AFO or the heroes and took control of his body during the War arc and during the big final battle.

This are our options:

1) AFO planted decay on a quirkless Tenko.

2) AFO planted decay after taking Tenko's quirk.

3) AFO messed with Tenko's quirk to repress it until the time was favorable to his plans.

4) AFO messed with Tenko's quirk so to make it awaken that particular day.

I like option 3 because that means the agony of not having a quirk could have been generated by AFO, who had been in contact with the Shimuras for longer than anyone thought. AFO could have done that to generate situations where Kotaro was angry with Tenko and abused him, so as to accumulate hatred within Tenko.

Option 4 means that Tenko could have awakened his quirk in a less violent way. My only problem is that AFO must have expected something to go wrong so Tenko would unleash his quirk, right? Chances are he had studied the Shimuras and he knew Kotaro would punish Tenko for playing hero. Was it enough for Tenko to react so strongly?

It's said in the manga that quirks normally awaken until the kids are 4 years old. Tenko was already 5 years old, but for the way Kotaro spoke there was still a minimal chance for Tenko to have a quirk.

Assuming Tenko was too old and he was evidently quirkless, we must discard options 3 and 4.

Option 2 is particularly evil.

You would think that Tenko having any other quirk could have been better, right? The problem is that having decay sort of saved Tenko for getting more abused by his family. In the worst way possible, but it was an escape and that's why Tenko felt joy when they died. He was free.

There are no guarantees that Tenko would have reacted differently with other quirk. He also didn't know that his mom had finally faced his father to put a stop to his abuse. If Tenko hadn't killed his family that night, would things have been better? Could he have been happier?

It also implies that Tenko's quirk was somewhere within AFO, which I found highly improbable since most quirks left a vestige inside AFO.

Option 1 is the one who better fits the canon.

Tenko was already 5 years old and quirkless. He felt particularly bad that day after the mysterious man took him home. There's that scene of Tenko's hand hurting, to the point he left the ball he was playing with Mon-chan.

AFO could have planted a quirk on Tenko so that it would awaken at a moment of accumulated stress and not before. Something extreme had to happen for it to activate. An insurance, to make sure it'd have devastating consequences.

The parallel with Izuku would then be that Izuku was accidentally found by All Might, while AFO had actively sought Tenko. While Izuku was given a quirk he at first hadn't asked for but wanted, Tenko was forced to take a quirk he knew nothing about. All Might prepared Izuku for months before he gave him OFA, making sure that Deku's body could survive the quirk, that Izuku could handle the effect and consequences. Tenko was young, clueless, he didn't even know it was first causing the damage at first.

That's the difference between asking someone to help you and using someone to your benefit.

Everyone around Deku worried about him and helped him figure out how to control OFA. There are several arcs dedicated to him getting support. In contrast, Tomura had multiple breakdowns and survived because he's too stubborn to die.

Thematically, the protagonist and the main antagonist were in the same position at first, with the only difference being that one got "good" or "bad" luck.

It's also ironic how Tomura had everything to be the chosen one. He was the quirkless grandson of Nana Shimura, who insisted on being a hero even against his family wishes. Meanwhile, Deku had everything to be an antagonist, the boy rejected even by his greatest hero for being quirkless, the nobody no one but his mom would miss.

Idk, I might be overanalyzing it. For me, any of the options are interesting. It's just that I don't agree that AFO giving Tenko decay is such a let down.

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codename-mom · 4 months

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A noticeable absence... or maybe not

Summary: Post-S05E01. Hotch has been stabbed by Foyet and is now back to work. But it seems that the team has something to say to him.

Characters: BAU team

Contents: this text is part of a self-challenge on the theme "It's cute but...". So, it's supposed to be funny and/or cute with a slice of bitterswitness. Hope you'll enjoy it!

TW: mention of pain, wounds and anxiety.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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Hotch mechanically raised his hand to his side as a flash of pain crossed his chest. The unpleasant sensation quickly dissipated and he was able to breathe normally again. Picking up his mouse again to reach the shortcut he was interested in, his gaze was drawn to a movement at the edge of his field of vision. Dave had stepped into his office and knocked on the open door.

“Aaron?”

“I'm listening,” he affirmed, taking his eyes off the screen and settling back into his seat.

A new twinge sheared through his abdomen, but he suppressed a grimace. His long-time sidekick, who wore an indecipherable expression, took a few steps into the room before declaring:

“Kids have something to tell you.”

His supervisor felt like reminding him that he was not related in any way to the agents working under him, but the ex-retiree was far too amused by the appellation to refrain from using it, even though he'd get the boot every time.

“About what?” he questioned.

“They’re in the meeting room.”

And he said nothing more to him, turning around and leaving the premises under the puzzled gaze of the tenant. Intrigued, the BAU director locked his computer and rose from his chair, taking care not to make any false movements. Indeed, although his wounds were apparently healed – but still visible – every stretch of skin or muscle on his torso produced painful spikes that forced him to freeze for a moment. He had been assured that he would regain full mobility as soon as the epidermal and muscular tissue had regained its elasticity, but this was clearly not yet the case. Fortunately, he could still breathe and walk without difficulty, and so joined his colleagues without having to hide his feelings. The whole team was waiting for him, and they looked more worried than ever. What was going on?

“Dave told me that you’ve got something to say.”

“Yes, er... Prentiss ventured, before looking to her peers for support. We… we would like to apologize.”

He widened his eyes in surprise. He didn't see why his agents would need to be forgiven. From his point of view, they had done nothing wrong.

“Apologize? For what?”

“For betraying your trust,” replied Penelope, her voice strangled.

“For not being up to scratch,” declared Spencer, lowering his nose.

“For showing ourselves unworthy of you,” added JJ, embarrassed.

The giant heard the words of his employees but was unable to relate them to a known situation.

“Do you understand anything?” he asked to Rossi, sitting quietly in the nearest chair.

“I know what they’re talking about, if that’s your question, and they know what I think about all this, but ask yourself.”

So he turned back to the agents.

“What are you talking about?”

“The fact that none of us were worried about you, even though you're the first to sound the red alert when one of us doesn't respond,” said Garcia, her eyes shining.

“True, retorted the liaison officer. We've all tried to call you at one time or another, we've left you messages, but none of us thought that maybe something went wrong.”

“Even I, when I rang your doorbell, only expected to find you half-asleep," revealed Emily, looking flustered.

“Which would have made sense given the very short night we all had, Reid pointed out in a flash. But the fact that you were the only one absent should have tipped us off.”

“That's it," punctuated the unit's analyst.

Aaron took in this flood of information and digested it for a long minute, leaving a heavy silence hanging over the assembly. Gradually, he put the pieces back in the right order and discovered what has taken place far from his field of perception. At the same time, however, he noticed that the people in front of him – who were obviously particularly embarrassed by the situation – were omitting an important detail in the chronology of events.

“… Do you realize that I was unconscious all this time?”

“That's exactly what I told them,” Dave sighed.

“But you were a complete stranger for over twelve hours!” burst out the luscious blonde, apparently outraged by her own attitude during that day.

“Because Foyet had taken my papers and, I repeat, I was unconscious, he reminded them, not understanding what the problem was. I wasn’t aware of anything and, when I opened my eyes, Prentiss was there.”

“But if Foyet hadn't taken you to hospital…”

“I would have died, he concluded abruptly, but not because of you. I was dropped off in San Sebastian at 4 a.m. You were probably all asleep.”

After an emotionally taxing case not far from the Canadian border, the team had returned to Virginia in the dead of night, and everyone had gone home to collapse in bed. Although the adrenalin must still have been pumping through their veins on their return, physical and mental fatigue must have quickly taken over, sending them into the arms of Morpheus without even giving them a chance to cogitate. He hadn't been so lucky, for a surprise guest had emerged from the half-light of his apartment to make him pay for his lack of consideration. A guest who had been kind enough – and well-advised – to dump him on the hospital sidewalk once he'd done what he'd set out to do.

“But...” hiccupped the ambassador's daughter, ready to argue vehemently.

“Listen, he interrupted her immediately, I understand that you've been affected by what's happened, but you're not responsible and I don't blame you for pursuing the investigation you had to manage. On a contrary.”

As fate would have it, the BAU was summoned to help local authorities a few hours later to track down a man threatening the lives of a doctor and his son. Barely recovered from their emotions and their minds still clouded by lack of sleep, the agents set about their task without reluctance, converting the crumbs of energy they had left to complete the job as soon as possible. And they had succeeded with flying colors, preserving the existence of their two intended targets, while juggling with the sudden disappearance of their hierarchical superior. That they acted as if everything was fine in the face of the police and the people concerned was perfectly normal from his point of view.

“But you'd never let a situation like this occur,” Penelope moaned, frowning.

“And it comforts me to see that you're not as stressed as I am about each other's health.”

“How's that supposed to be a good thing?” Morgan raised an eyebrow, mute until then.

“Because you really think it would be a good thing to be like me? He replied, perplexed. I'm on your back so much that you call me "Mom".”

He'd probably never admit it, but every time one of his team members left his field of vision during an investigation, his blood pressure soared and only subsided when the agent reappeared in front of him, conscious and in one piece. And he sincerely hoped he was the only one living in this permanent state of fear.

“Are you sure you don't have a grudge against us?” inquired Garcia, still pained.

“No, not at all. To be honest, until you mentioned it today, I hadn't even thought about it.”

He had enough of his own pain and the consequences of this attack to deal with to have noticed that the Earth had continued to rotate during his absence. The team, however, looked at him with a puppy dog expression – with the exception of Dave, who observed the scene with a certain detachment – and Aaron had to offer a few more reassuring words.

“Everything is fine. I was taken care of by the hospital service, you were there when I woke up and... I'm standing here with you today. So take a breath and smile.”

Frozen, pathetic smiles stretched the agents' lips.

“Forget it.”

Penelope timidly raised a trembling hand, ready to make a request. He guessed right away what she had in mind.

“No, Garcia, no hug. I've been stabbed a dozen times, the last thing I need is to be compressed by all of you.”

“A restaurant, then?” Suggested Emily in return.

He was going to refuse – hunger being the last emotion he felt at the moment and his desire for worldliness being lower than ever – but the hopeful expressions of the people standing in front of him hindered his action. He was in pain and down in the dumps, but he didn't have the mental strength to push them away completely.

“… Okay. Let’s go for a restaurant.”

The whole gang was immediately smiling again. They then scattered happily back to their respective offices, while Rossi remained in the room with him.

“You could have told them it didn't matter, scolded the unit manager. That I knew very well it... it didn't mean they didn't care about me.”

“I tried, Aaron. But you know them, when they have an idea in mind, they don't have it anywhere else.”

“Unfortunately,” he sighed.

“Look on the bright side, you've won a restaurant," declared his eldest, patting him on the shoulder.

The giant nodded silently and shuffled off to his den, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with any more twists and turns this day. This single confrontation seemed to have drained all his strengths.

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Short one before the next post who will be an entry for the current CM fanfic challenge. :D

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adrinoir · 1 year

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Headcanon: Adrien Agreste is Trans? (Part 4)

I absolutely love writing about this headcanon. Feel free to read my other sections of the trans headcanon: part one, part two, and part three.

Usual disclaimer: this is just for fun! Obviously cis boys can have these same qualities and traits. Don’t take it too seriously. These are all just things I’ve noticed. Also please keep in mind I haven't watched anything beyond Kwami's Choice: part 1 when I'm writing and posting this (so, I'm using what I currently know).

The incredibly strong dislike of modeling

This relates back to part one where I talked about Adrien’s discomfort in being a model. I had mentioned modeling is all about body - your face and body being everywhere, having to pose in front of a camera all the time, having to walk down the runway. There's a lot of visible discomfort we see in Adrien whenever he has to model.

Anyhow, what I want to add is that this discomfort never eased up for him despite the many, many years he had to model. He was extremely adamant about quitting. Obviously, modeling is a very stressful job as is, especially with the amount of gigs and events to attend and the insane fans who want to know where he's at, plus he said he just wants to be treated as a son by his dad. However, having gender dysphoria is something that can really be heightening this discomfort and desire to quit.

I feel like there are a lot of people out there who would desire to live this lavish lifestyle of being a model, but Adrien can't stand it. So therein lies the question: aside from the normal stress, what is heightening his strong dislike for this job? It could also be the fact that it's keeping him from getting to try out new things he'd enjoy doing, but also consider that his father controls his life as a whole, it isn't just his modeling position getting in the way. And, as I've previously said, there's a lot of visible discomfort, which could easily be what's making him dislike modeling even more.

Additionally, Adrien's face is now not only plastered on billboards, but on almost everyone's Alliance ring. Gabriel scanned Adrien's entire body and created this AI version of him to relieve him of his modeling duties. However, Adrien is still uneasy and doesn't like seeing his face and voice on just about everyone's device (if they have him as their option and not Lila). Yes, it's obviously weird for him to see a fake version of himself saying things he never recorded. But, 1) his face has been all over Paris for years (MASSIVE photos of him), and 2) this should not be incredibly shocking behavior for Gabriel Agreste. So, is there some dysphoric discomfort here, too? Possibly. I know it's a stretch, but it's definitely a small piece to take into consideration.

He often lets people perceive him how they want to

I had also mentioned in part two that he's a people pleaser and melds himself to be who other people want him to be. I want to add, he also lets people define who he is instead of trying real hard to correct them; he lets them think what they want of him.

A good example of this is in Lies when Kagami is trying to draw Adrien. He tries to pose as a cat to try and vaguely show his Cat Noir side; to be silly. But, Kagami doesn't believe this. He even promises her that this is who he really is, that being silly is part of who he truly is. However, Kagami pushes him against a wall, stares directly into his eyes, and says he’s perfect and, "There. This is really you." To which he answers, "Do you really think...?" and just lets Kagami kiss him. Yes, Kagami was being a bit forceful (like, oof. She shouldn't have done that). But, Adrien didn't try to tell her she's wrong. He let Kagami perceive him in her own way.

Why doesn't he correct her? It could be because he wouldn't want people knowing he's trans. It’s a very scary thing. You don’t know how the people who claim they love you will react. Letting them think what they want to doesn’t raise suspicion that he’s hiding something, and clearly his effort on trying to open up to her more didn’t even work in the first place.

You could say he acts like "being silly" is such a big, important part of him that he feel must be hidden at all costs, because it seems that he thinks that him being silly and telling puns would possibly give away that he's Cat Noir. BUT him posing that way for Kagami and him telling cat jokes in the middle of class (in Ephemeral) proves that notion wrong.

One could say he also doesn't want people to know he's dealing with a bad home life, but it's been common knowledge from the start that he has a controlling father. Nino has come up with plans on multiple occasions to free him from his father so they can hang out together. Kagami's mother and Gabriel are friends. It's how Adrien and her met, and Kagami makes it very well known that she's aware of how controlling Gabriel is.

In Elation - one of the most recent episodes - he mentions to Marinette that his fans "wouldn't be such big fans if they knew who was really behind the mask". So, even now, he still feels the need to hide his truer self and that he wouldn't be liked for who he truly is. But, let's think about this for a moment. He has fans both as Adrien and as Cat Noir. He has friends who know his situation and care about him. So then…what is being left out that he feels people won’t like about him? THAT brings us to the next point.

Why does he think people wouldn’t like him?

With all that being said (in the last section), there’s no exact, definable reason as to why Adrien says people wouldn’t like the real him. So, this could mean Adrien is hiding something we as the audience can’t even see.

It’s obvious Adrien has underlying insecurities. But, it seems there’s more than just those insecurities, and this could be him possibly being trans and internally struggling with that gender dysphoria.

People like what they see in Cat Noir - his silly puns and kind heart. People like what they see in Adrien - his kindness and friendliness. So, why will it be problematic once people know they’re the same person? There’s no solid reason.

I had mentioned in my other parts of this headcanon that he’s very closed off which can be pretty common amongst closeted trans people. Adrien thinking people won’t like who he truly is without any definable reason could contribute to that. He doesn’t want people to know he’s trans because he feels they’d think very differently of him and may not like him.

Think about how quickly he believed Marinette in Elation when she said she liked Adrien but doesn’t anymore. It shows that sign of insecurity and dislike for himself. When the girl he likes shows so many signs that she like him throughout the entire show but denies that, he doesn’t believe her. It’s really sad.

The closeness with his mom

So, we aren’t given much background on Emilie, but one thing we do see is that she’s closer to Adrien than Gabriel is. However, what makes them close? We’re never given a reason.

There’s that possibility she’s manipulative like Gabriel but in a different sense, one that makes Adrien like her despite being abusive. But, of course there’s the possibility that she isn’t, which makes her the better parent.

So, if it were true that she never abused Adrien, that leaves the question: what makes them close?

Hypothetically, if my headcanon was actually canon, she could be the one parent who supports Adrien being trans. That reason alone would make them closer, but could also be just one reason amongst many others.

The headcanon still works if I flip it

What if instead of Adrien being a trans guy who already transitioned, he’s a trans girl who hasn’t transitioned yet? I know that might sound like a massive stretch, but I’ve heard this headcanon from other fans and there’s some good back up for this, too.

We all know Gabriel is a very abusive father. We all know Adrien’s childhood dreams were nonexistent because was forced to be who his parents wanted him to be (or he’s forcing himself to please them). What if this is because they don’t support Adrien when he told him he felt like a girl? That’d mean he’s forced to continue living as a boy to please his parents, because his parents don’t accept the fact that he’s trans.

And modeling? That discomfort in having to show the body he has this disconnect from the body he was born in but still has to have pictures taken of all the time.

And him overcompensating his masculinity as Cat Noir? Trans people who are still questioning or don’t have a choice to transition can overcompensate to try being comfortable in the body they were born into. For example, a trans guy who can’t transition might try to be a very feminine girl (makeup, dressed, etc) or a trans girl who can’t transition might try to be a very masculine guy (get real muscular, grow out their facial hair, etc).

Just about every reason I’ve listed in all parts of this headcanon work just the same if Adrien was supposedly a closeted trans girl which makes this headcanon even more interesting imo.

Also, we do see him shirtless in Mr. Pigeon 72 which some people say debunks this whole headcanon that he’s a trans guy. BUT, this isn’t necessarily true. 1) Puberty blockers exist 2) it supports the flipped version.

This flipped headcanon would also be extremely sad if it is true that Adrien is a sentibeing. The ability to change Adrien to be the gender he connects with would be possible, but his parents chose not to recreate another version of him for their own sake. Or, they did possibly try but it’s what ended up wrecking the peacock miraculous, which might’ve made them feel some hostility towards Adrien.

There’s other characters in the show that are canonically queer

There’s absolutely no denying that there are queer characters in the show. Even though it’s not directly stated that Juleka and Rose are dating and that Nathaniel and Marc are dating, it’s made very clear that they are just based on their interactions.

I also heard Marc is based on one of the staff’s gender fluid friends, which is really cool! That’s direct queer representation that they clarified outside the show.

If you know anything about Disney, you’ll know there’s some homophobia and transphobia around the company. For instance, I also watch The Owl House where the main character Luz is openly bi and Amity is openly lesbian. They end up crushing on each other and dating. They directly state in the show that they’re girlfriends, show Luz coming out to her mom as bi, and have scenes of Luz and Amity kissing. There’s also Raine who’s an openly non-binary character - they directly refer to Raine with they/them pronouns. Their VA is also non-binary. And what does Disney do, despite how incredibly successful this show is? They wouldn’t let the creator renew it.

So, other Disney shows such as Miraculous and Star vs the Forces of Evil show queer characters without directly saying that they are. People might refer to that as queer baiting, but with Disney’s proof of being homophobic and transphobic, I can understand why these shows wouldn’t directly say what these characters’ sexualities and identities are.

Anyhow, considering how they massively hint at Rose and Juleka being girlfriends and Marc and Nathaniel being boyfriends, there’s that possibility that other characters in the show are queer, too. That’s why I and many other fans of the show can easily create these queer headcanons for many of the characters. There’s a lot of signs in the show.

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whumpshaped · 1 year

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Chapter 3: Distrust

Silence Masterlist

tw institutionalised/normalised pet whump, it/its used as a default for pets, past trauma, defiant/feral whumpee, morally dubious caretaker, badly healed bones, mention of potential infection and parasites, internal monologue of a self-hating and conditioned pet

The next day, Rayan was considerably more nervous as he made his way to the alley. He used to be excited, sure, wanting to find out what was hiding in there… But now he knew. And he had no idea whether it would still be there.

"Sil?" He didn't put the plate down this time, wanting to hand it to the pet instead. Sil poked its head out from behind the dumpster, seemingly disapproving of this new idea.

"Do I need to do tricks for it now?" it groaned. "Crawl over? Sit pretty?"

"What? No, I…"

Rayan averted his gaze, knowing that at the core of it, that was what he'd had in mind. He wanted to lure it closer, build some more trust. He was still treating it like a stray dog, when pets were so entirely different.

"I'm sorry." He put down the plate of food, stepping back. "I won't force anything. Like, in exchange for food. You don't have to earn it, is what I'm trying to say."

Sil began carefully moving towards it, never taking its eyes off of him. Now that Rayan could see it a little better and knew what to look for, it was obvious that it was in pain. The way it compensated for loss of movement in some areas, the way it winced when it made a wrong move… He was sure that part of it moving so slowly was caution, but the other part was definitely the pain.

Rayan had no idea how to approach the topic of a doctor's visit, and it ended up causing him a long, sleepless night. He thought he'd just grab a stray animal, bring it to the vet and be done with it. But Sil… he couldn't just put it into a box. Then there was the issue of the licence. Only licensed pets could be brought to a doctor, and they took the rules very seriously. The moment he showed up with an unregistered pet, they would take it away and bring it right back to the sly fucker who managed to avoid questions up until now. He could already picture it. ‘Oh, I don’t know how it got these injuries. It must’ve happened in the time it was on the streets. Yes, of course I’ll pay for all the treatments, I’m a good owner, see?’

He couldn’t bring in Sil as a pet. But trying to bring it in as a person, trying to trick the doctor would put all three of them in danger of serious legal trouble. He didn’t want to put anyone else in harm’s way, and that was precisely why he had decided that when the doctor finally got back to him, he wouldn’t mention an in-person visit, only ask some general questions over the phone about things that he himself might be able to do to help.

Unfortunately, said doctor had just found the time to call back.

The ringtone sent Sil scurrying back to its nest, food untouched. "Oh no- goddammit, why now..?" He pressed a hand down on his pocket to muffle the music. "It's just my phone, Sil, please eat! I'll just- I'll be right around the corner!" He took a few steps away for privacy and took the call.

Sil couldn't stop shaking. The sound of the phone startled it so badly, and the most frustrating thing was that it couldn't even explain why. It wished it had grabbed the food at least, before running like a coward.

It could faintly hear Rayan's voice from the street, talking to someone. It couldn't make out a single word from so far away, but it found itself curious enough to shuffle towards the source.

"...they seem hurt…yes, I think so…no, they're just- bumps under the skin, yes…I can't bring them in…it's complicated, I just can't…"

They. Who were they? Ah, of course, Rayan must've been talking to a professional or something. He had to pretend he was talking about a person, so he could ask his questions without raising suspicion.

No. That didn’t make any sense. That was a pet train of thought, a stray train of thought, from someone who had been running from the Agency for almost a year now. From a person point of view, all Rayan had to do was call the PPA and have it be brought in. Returned to its owner. That was the ‘right’ thing to do, wasn’t it? He was probably just talking about someone else… with bumps under their skin.

Sil leaned against the cold brick wall. It studied its hand, noting that the weight loss had made the protruding bone even more prevalent. It had been broken by its owner after one of the minor offences it’d committed, and he never ended up taking it to the doctor for it. He never took it anywhere, not even the fundraiser balls or the- the other stuff the pets kept getting so well-dressed for. It had been hidden away from public view for years, some gross, useless, nameless thing. Master hated it, and never ever failed to make it known.

Maybe its wrist healed wrong, but was that really important? It could live with the pain, it had for years now. Its ankle and shoulder were honestly way more of an issue for it, the agony of walking getting a little too much as time passed, but even that was negligible. Surely, if even its owner thought it wasn’t worth a doctor’s visit, it couldn’t have been a big deal.

It looked up at the grey sky above and let out a small sigh. It had no idea why it had decided to come out with Rayan around. It had spent so long hiding from all the people in all the towns and cities it had passed, and now that it was finally quite far from where Master was, it had decided to blow its cover and just trust that this man - Rayan - would be an ally. That he wouldn’t call the authorities. That he would just keep bringing it food and water, that he would keep being kind, that he would keep being so odd and different.

It wasn’t so sure about its decision anymore. It desperately wanted to take it back, so it wouldn’t have to sleep with one eye open for when the PPA finally got Rayan’s report about the stray behind the dumpster.

Sil poked its head out again, trying to see whether he had come back yet. He hadn't. It crawled over to the plate and brought it back to its hiding spot, stuffing its face as quickly as it could in case he changed his mind about having to earn it. It wasn't going to do tricks for food.

The doctor had told Rayan dreaded news after dreaded news. In-person visit. Rebreaking of bones. Potential lice and other parasites. Infections. He didn't even know where to start, especially since Sil didn't even want to be near him.

The plate was gone by the time he got back to the alley, and he smiled a little. At least it was eating. "Sil?"

A thin little arm appeared from behind the dumpster, placing the plate on the ground. He frowned. Was it not going to come out again?

"Is everything okay?"

"As much as it's ever been."

"I'm sorry about the phone call. Did I upset you somehow?"

"Does it matter?"

Rayan slowly walked over to where the plate was, resisting the urge to peek behind the trash where Sil's hiding place seemed to be. He backed off with the plate now in his hands, stopping at his regular spot. "It matters to me. If I did, I didn't mean to, and I'm sorry."

"Who were you talking about? On the phone."

"Well… Well, um… you. I was- I was trying to get you a doctor's visit, or at least some advice-"

"You were talking about me like I was a person. I don't like that, and I don't trust that."

He opened and closed his mouth a couple times. How was he going to explain that? ‘Yeah, that’s because I’m trying to sneak you past security and avoid the agency that was founded specifically to protect you, all so that I could take care of you instead of your owner that I’ve decided was a horrible person.’ That didn’t sound very trustworthy or morally correct, even in his head. Said out loud, he assumed it would’ve sounded even worse.

Still, hiding the truth would’ve been an entirely selfish act. If Sil wanted him to call the Agency, he supposed he had no other choice.

But then again, Sil ran away, and was currently hiding behind a dumpster. Surely, it’d understand?

Unless it was lost, and it really had sustained all those injuries on the streets, and he was making horrible assumptions about a potentially very kind owner who was desperately looking for their beloved pet. But a lost pet would’ve just gone up to an officer, right? To be returned?

Either way, Rayan could only imagine what kinds of people would want to forgo making a report so they could keep an undocumented stray all to themselves, and he was about to come clean about being such a person. Sil had no way of telling that his intentions were actually good.

“I… I told them you were a person because I didn’t want the PPA to get involved. You look very hurt, and I assumed it was from your owner, and that’s why you’re out here all alone and hiding. I was afraid they’d send you back.”

Sil didn't respond, no matter how long Rayan waited. He didn’t know what it was thinking. He didn’t know whether the answer made it despise him. He wished he could've scooped it up in his arms and told it that all he wanted was to make it all better, but that was a far stretch from where they stood with each other right now.

"I'll bring you a blanket tomorrow, if… if that’s okay. If you’re still here. It's getting colder. See you tomorrow, Sil. I hope."

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 10 months

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The Wicked Spring

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae Dom, plot heavy chapter, scared boys, PTSD, evil returns, MF being awful, groping, trying to find alone time, interrupted fun, Cia running off, baby in danger (only for a moment), uncovered secrets, Dom getting sick, mentions of underage sex (Col's past), hurt/comfort ☠️ rating: mature/verging on explicit ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Nothing had changed exactly since Kol'son and Dom had found time for each other again but they had. The world didn't feel so overwhelming when they felt connected, the threat hanging over their heads didn't feel so immense. The siren had finally slept, passing out for so long that his husband had to resort to resting their babes against his chest just to keep them fed. It was strange but he was thankful to see his wife feeling calmer. It had been a few days and the boy had slept for at least one of them but it had been a week since the vampire had appeared and… nothing. Gods it was starting to get on Kol's nerves. He didn't like waiting around for trouble.

He'd finally convinced Dom to leave the bedroom and they'd left the children under Mod and Tom's care. Ciarán was running around their feet, still stuck in his wolf form but he was obviously happy to be free of their home. The Viking was glad to see his mate breathing fresh air and they felt clean and cuddly after a shared bath and a little fun. "I missed you ástin min." He sighed softly, wrapping his arm around his lover's shoulders. Thankfully Dom didn't take the statement wrong and instead smiled up at him, twining his fingers with his daidí's where they rest on his skin.

"I missed me too." The selkie huffed honestly before shaking his head. "But I missed you more. I didn't fink I could get tha' scared anymore. I don't know why I let 'em get in me 'ead like tha'. And now I've broken our son." He didn't mean to be so open but it was surprisingly easy with his husband. Who would have thought such a brute would have a big soft heart?

"You didn't break our son, look at him. He's happy. He's just being a good little alpha." The god wouldn't admit to worrying too, he hadn't seen his little boy's precious face in over a month and he couldn't convince him to shift back. He was sure if he could access the same power in himself he could force it, but he didn't want the kid traumatized. Cia was trotting in front of them, his tail wagging and his nose close to the ground. Honestly he was one of the cutest things the man thought he'd ever seen but that didn't mean he didn't miss his human form.

"He shouldn't feel like he needs to be. We got a bloody alpha already, he can calm 'is fluffy arse down! I don't want 'im growing up too fast." The fae whined, resting his head against his mate's chest as they strolled together.

"Damn straight. I don't think he can help it though. He feels our stress. Let's just hope Kiva and Quinny don't go this hard so young or we'll be overrun." The alpha teased, nuzzling his lover's hair.

"Oh gods no, I can't 'andle fhree teen alphas at the same time. I refuse." Dom giggled, shaking his head and half hiding against his daidí's chest. "'Ey yours at tha' point."

"Sure, as long as you raise the omegas. But it's cute you think I'm not breeding you again soon." The god's voice dropped to a growl and the fae shivered in his hold, almost tripping over himself. He was honestly surprised he hadn't felt the beginnings of his heat yet and that Kol hadn't already started teasing about whelping him. With that promise though they felt so much closer to their normal selves and it soothed something tight in Dom's chest. "Maybe make it an even ten?" Kol'son's hand disappeared from his shoulder and caressed it's way down his spine and the boy whimpered when that strong palm cupped his ass and squeezed.

The siren made a noise like a squeak but at the same moment their son barked and darted off for the tree line, shattering any play his parents were about to get up to. "Shite! Where'd he go?" The fae sighed, at first just from exasperation but when they lost track of the sound of his voice Dom felt nerves make his belly flip.

Kol'son's ears would have twitched if he were in his other form but as it was he tried to still himself and listen. His hand didn't move from it's bruising grip on his wife's ass, if anything he was hoping the pup would come right back and he could resume his attempt to fuck the fae against a tree but- "I can't hear him." He was focusing so hard on that one sense that he picked up the moment Dom's nerves turned to true anxiety when his heart started racing in his chest. He finally released the boy and pet gently up his back before letting go, ready to search out their son but they didn't have to.

"Hi daddy! Miss me?" A soft voice that was so sweet and fake it turned Kol's stomach sounded from the trees before she stepped into view, Cia tight in her hold.

The Viking couldn't help making a face and gagging at what she called him but it turned to a growl when he saw his little alpha. "Megna, put him down." He couldn't keep his voice level, he was honestly surprised he wasn't already ripping her throat out but he didn't want Ciarán to see him that brutal. Yet.

"Daidí-" Dom choked on his words, fear was clogging his throat and rage burning through his veins. His husband stepped in front of him but he couldn't help trying to peek around. He knew he shouldn't have let the babe leave their room. He knew he shouldn't have left.

'I've got it okay? When I tell you to run? Run.' The god's voice floated through his mind and he tried to nod but he couldn't leave their son. Sweat broke out over his skin, all his instincts telling him to do just that and escape but he couldn't. He wasn't sure why he felt that way anyway, he was always drawn to protect his young before himself.

"Aww but he's just so fluffy! Maybe I'll keep him as a pet." The bitch had the nerve to purr and Cia answered her with a snarl right next to her face. The pair couldn't help but feel pride but they knew she would just as soon hurt him as let him go. "Bad puppy. What else would I expect when the two of you are training him?" She huffed, rolling her eyes.

When the wolf went to nip her Kol could see her hand moving to slap his nose and he had to hold his wife back. He wasn't used to his own power and at times it scared him but he attempted to use it, snapping his fingers and praying the babe could escape. The moment happened so fast, almost a blink of an eye but he felt fur against his back and Megna was empty handed. Her bee stung lips pouted and her fox gaze landed on him like prey. 'Run.' He thought to his mate but before Dom could obey, a new voice echoed through the circle.

"I don't think so. Your mate shouldn't leave you alone with a woman, we all know how much a brute you are." It purred through the trees and the Viking furrowed his brow. Why did she sound so fucking familiar? The sound went straight through his body and he was ashamed at how his dick twitched. He thought he knew exactly who was talking, this was the god his mate had been promised to. But why did it feel like someone he'd always known?

Dom swallowed hard and pulled their pup close to his chest as he watched a goddess step up behind Megna. "Áine." He whispered, he couldn't help it. He knew who it was, he could feel it down to his bones that ached in her presence. Nothing about her felt kind or loving. He was honestly surprised she wasn't oozing black goo. He wouldn't bow to her though, he refused to show any respect for someone who could act as she did.

"Damhnaic. Don't worry, I don't want your alphas. I'll get you a puppy though Meg, would you like that?" The woman purred, kissing the human's cheek. She was- Dom supposed- objectively pretty, but not to him. He knew what that threat meant, she wanted their omegas but he'd fight to the death to protect them. Her dark eyes snapped to him, her lips curling in a smirk as she looked him up and down. He could see her entire form through the slip dress she wore but that was normal for his home. If he didn't know how disgusting they both were he might find them attractive but as it was… "You're sickened by us? You just thought that you would die for me, that doesn't sound like you're disgusted."

"I thought I would die to protect me kids from you! Do not mistake me mind when you steal fhoughts from it." The siren was surprised at himself but since his husband seemed to be frozen someone had to deal with them. "I'm sure someone else can bear ya children Áine, even Megna! Can't you jus' leave us alone? We won't come for you."

She laughed at that, a full throated deep sound that danced on his skin and gave him goosebumps. His heart leapt into his throat and choked him. "I don't think so sweet boy, she's human. Besides, you were made for me." Before he could take a breath she had vanished and appeared again in front of them, her hand outstretched to pet his cheek. "I don't like when my toys leave. Besides, she's already starting to bore me but I told her I'd get her revenge."

"Oh? And 'ow ya gonna do tha'? Kill us?" He spat, he swore he could feel his skin vibrating with her so close. His stomach was in knots and he felt nauseous. Even her scent smelled wicked. She should have smelled like fresh spring but instead she held the sickly sweet stench of decay. No wonder their land back home was dying, their goddess was turning bad.

"Of course not. She wanted you broken and Kol'son alone. I want you making me more omegas." She hummed, tilting her head as she glanced down at his belly before she finally looked to his husband. "I can do that so easily. Hello Kol, did you miss me boy?" She shifted her attention to him, her claws petting his cheek.

Kol'son bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. He wanted to shift and grab his family and run but he was frozen to the spot. He could feel his lover's confusion and he hated it. In his mind he was begging the universe she didn't say what he knew she was about to. They didn't hide anything from each other, he'd told his wife about his conquests but… there was no way he could fathom that. He knew it would break his queen's heart. "No."

"It's not nice to lie to your first love. Does your pretty little omega know I taught you everything you know about pleasing a woman?" The Viking growled, she was exaggerating but it didn't matter. As a boy she had taken his innocence and they'd shared an intense night together. He'd always thought about her but how could he know? How could he fucking have predicted this?

Dom felt dizzy, his head was swimming with thoughts he couldn't quell. This goddess had touched his lover before- before- oh gods had she seen his future? Did she know? His skin felt soaked in sweat and before he could stop himself he was stepping back and dropping to his knees to be sick. It wasn't that they'd slept together though, he wasn't that easily jealous or so simple to break. No, it was the fact he knew his poor husband had been so young and she was magic. Gods how long had she been torturing them both? And where were his parents?

"Meg sweetheart, take me somewhere to rest while we wait for the rest of our party? They'll arrive by boat soon. Kol, you should visit our bed later. If you think we had fun when you were young…" She winked, cupping his jaw with her claws and holding him still as shs forced a kiss against his lips. "You taste like bitch. My bitch. Yummy. How sad you've already ruined him. Now be a good puppy and welcome your in-laws. Remember, we're a visiting kingdom and you must be diplomatic." She purred, slapping his cheek but he kept from moving his head. He might not be able to speak against her yet but he wouldn't cower to her either.

Dom felt tears well his eyes as he heard the women disappear. His son was licking his cheeks and trying to soothe him but he felt mad with grief. The moment they were free the Viking dropped to kneel and tried to comfort his mate but he was scared to touch him. Maybe she had broken something between them. "I'm so sorry-" The siren choked out between sobs, throwing himself against the man's chest. "She 'urt you for me." He sniffled while the god just stared at him wide eyed. He'd been prepared to grovel for forgiveness. He'd remembered her mostly fondly all these years and he remembered telling Dom what an experience it had been. The first woman he'd bedded, the only pussy he'd been inside when not bleeding before his wife. He was so ready to say he was sorry but he didn't know how to handle the boy blaming himself. All he could do was shake his head and try to comfort his love and their son. Fuck he just wanted to get them home safely.

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Eep! A little angst and plot to spice up the story. Our boys are strong though! They can handle it. Just in case you were wondering, yes I'm picturing Halsey for Áine. I hope you're still enjoying the story! 🖤☠️

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pizzaboat · 1 year

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I know people complain that Mike and El pushed Will to the background in season 3 and that Mike stopped being Mike, but I wanna argue that the real Mike was suffering in silence and being pushed to the back during s2 and that's why he isn't himself anymore and why he's so insecure in S4 and why he's only starting to act himself around Will again

For example (and I promise I'm leading to something here), he was on "strikes" for his behaviour in season 2 because he was "acting out" (some of the acting out was normal kid things like drawing on the school bathroom wall).

He was told by his parents that it was time to start fixing his behaviour and that he'd had enough time to express his trauma from season 1 at this point. And he was made give some more of his toys away.

(I can't imagine what Mike could've done that was bad enough to give his attari away or anything like that and I personally think making kids give away their loved belongings is a messed up thing to do.)

It was a very forceful and pacifying way to get him to start getting with the program. Especially since his Dad is a massive moron patriot and was more than happy to sign an NDA with the goverment after season one, his mom too.

Meaning they never talked about what happened to Will or Mike or any of them. Mike just had to stew in that.

In contrast, while Mike's parents were ignoring his trauma because "it was over now"

Joyce and Jonathan were obviously showering Will (the focus of season 1) in a lot of attention and love. Because as far as they knew, he had PTSD and was subjected to something that would give all grown adults nightmares and trauma for years.

And that made Will feel more of a freak, because not only was he different to everyone in school and understanding that he was gay, now he had this supernatural shit that wouldn't leave him alone when all he wanted to do was play with his friends and do normal kid shit

And I think while Will was set on his path of feeling different and like a freak and that it was unchangeable and that he might always be affected like that

Mike could've been feeling like there was no room for him to be in any pain ever, or to have hang ups about anything- (Will the public freak that everyone fuses over and Mike the private freak who feels there's something wrong with him and he needs to change it and hide it)

And he didn't just learn that lesson from what happened in season 1 and how is parents raised him, because he's been raised like that his entire life. He's no doubt been told to suck it up and be a man for a very long time.

So its his instinct to bottle things up like feeling his relationship with El wasn't right, or he naturally would repress his feelings of being gay or atleast bi because he grew up being scorned for the same sensitivity that was nurtured in his crush Will.

(Will wasn't totally nurtured, he was bullied by his peers and abused by his father before Joyce left him, because his father thought he was queer)

Jonathan and Joyce always tried though, to make sure Will knew he was loved and they no doubt tried to have moments where they wanted him to know it was okay if he was gay, while also trying to keep in mind he could become defensive after growing up in the 80s version of society

And from what I gathered from season 3, Joyce is the kind of parent who talks to her kids and puts communication, love and trust above everything else, (which is good because Jonathan and Will deserve better than to be emotionally abused on top of everything else that has happened to them)

But back to Mike. There is no one trying to reach out to him like that. I think his mom was trying during the period of season 1, when Will was missing and she was worried for him (because I think she could see he was a sensitive boy like Will)

But his mom was growing tired of living in a loveless marriage and having strained and distant relationships with her kids, so she mentally checked out by season 3 and considered cheating and all that other shit. By this point her family was becoming less of a priority to her as she was balancing on a painful edge of throwing in the towel and accepting she wasn't happy

But Mike after s1 no one tried to reach out to him emotionally. He got a hug he desperately needed from Hopper when he finally snapped after El came back. (He spent that entire time worrying about her and feeling like he was going crazy wondering if she was okay).

That reaction was so raw and emotional, its easy to only associate it with it only being a mileven thing. But I also think that was the only place in all of this where he felt he had room to express how deeply hurt he's been by all this all along.

Because El was going to be his girlfriend, he found room to let all the other bottled up emotions he had about the other stuff rise out of him and he was able to break down and cry and scream and hit and be held like he deserved to all along

So, in regards to him repressing himself more in season 3 and no longer acting like the sweet boy he was in the past seasons, I think it was because he felt there was no longer and room for it. His growing up talk also covered his pain from season 1 and 2 and the things he learned by being raised the way he was, to also extend towards being gay or bi in a household that supports the president who's doing absolutely fuck all for gay people during the aids crisis

Mike's suffering is so silent and in the background, that only signs up about who Ted is voting for in his yard, and snapshots into how his parents are handling him, and comments about his dad mocking the idea of Mike being with a girl, and him being "sensitive" like Will in season 1 and 2, and how he's bullied and what's on the back of a news paper he's reading in S4(something about the aids crisis)-can only give glimpses into what's happening to him and why he is the way he is

#mike wheeler #will byers #ted wheeler #karen wheeler #joyce byers #el stranger things #byler #stranger things analysis #mike wheeler needs a hug #pro mike wheeler

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babybatscreationsv2 · 11 months

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Marked ch 5

Marvel | Starker

When Tony's soul marks first appeared he was afraid he wouldn't be good enough for his soulmate. When Peter's marks appeared he was afraid of what the blood and bruises meant. Now they're left dealing with the consequences of a dangerous lifestyle and a lot of distrust.

Warnings: violence, murder

Someone threw a pot at his head as Peter ran into the kitchen. He dodged and it hit his shoulder hard. A few of the cooks were huddled in the back, armed with various cookware. One of them raised his arm to throw a ladle.

"Hey, easy!" Peter raised his hands to show they were empty. "Mr. Stark sent me back here to hide. He said you would protect me."

A few confused glances were shared. Then a woman sighed. "Yeah, of course this is how I pay the guy back. Asshole." She rolled her eyes. "If I get killed for you I'm gonna be so pissed." She marched over to the prep station and reached underneath. She pulled out a gun that had been taped to the underside of the table.

"Just get behind me, I'll guard the door."

"Thanks... I think."

The cook stood beside the swinging door, arms outstretched. Peter crouched behind her. "What's going on out there anyway?"

She shrugged. "Probably more turf war bullshit. Stark keeps pushing into Beck's territory and Beck's afraid of him. So he plans these stupid little attacks but they just get a lot of bystanders killed. Who are you anyway?"

"I'm Peter. It's nice to meet you ma'am."

She laughed. "What are you his kid?"

Peter blushed. "No, his date actually... What do you mean turf war?"

She glanced at him before she turned back to the door. "I shouldn't say anything else. Just don't get killed, alright?"

"I'll do my best..." Peter looked around the kitchen for anything that might help. There were plenty of knives laying around, but that wasn't a lot of good against guns. They could hide in the cooler if they had to. Then he spotted a door behind the huddled cooks.

"Why don't we just go out the fire exit?"

They all shared a look. Then one of them reached out and pushed it open a crack. Peter retched at the sight of a body on the other side. One of the cooks had been shot through the eye. Blood dripped over the threshold. They pulled the door shut again.

The gunshots outside made him nervous. He had no way of knowing if Tony was okay or if anyone was coming to the kitchen. What the hell had he gotten himself into? They were slaughtering people! He should have known something was wrong about all of this when Tony tracked him down. Normal people don't just send flowers to your work and show up at your apartment after bumping into you all of one time.

Peter sighed and leaned back against the wall. His reflection in a big silver pot caught his eye. Blood was running down the side of his face. He touched it and found his skin dry. He looked closer and found a scrape across his temple. Tony was hurt. But how hurt? He shouldn't be out there by himself.

He looked back at the woman by the door. "Give me your gun."

"What?" She looked over her shoulder at him.

"You don't want to die for me right? What happens when they come into the kitchen? You're only one person."

"I don't know, kid..."

"I'm not a kid. Give me the damn gun!" he snapped. "Please." He held out his hand. He was growing more worried with every gun shot that rang through the walls. His heart raced. He checked his reflection again. The blood had run down and over Tony's chin, but there wasn't anything new. What would happen to the marks if...

"Listen, if Stark says anything you tell him that you forced my hand. I'm not responsible if you commit suicide."

"Deal." She handed the gun over. It was heavier than he'd expected, but he tried not to let the surprise show on his face.

He crept to the door with the gun at his side. He pushed the door open a crack. The sight on the other side was a bit like a horror movie. Two bodies laid on the floor near the table they had been dining at just minutes ago. Plates of still warm food sat at the tables. Some of the diners had left behind coats or purses. He pushed the door open further. He couldn't see anyone in the restaurant, but he could hear gunshots near the front along with police sirens.

Peter pushed through the swinging door, crouching low. He snuck towards the front, heart beating in his throat.

"Kid!" someone hissed behind him. He jumped and whirled around, gun raised. The man held up his hands, but he didn't drop the gun he held.

He was balding with a gray speckled beard and a permanent look of annoyance on his face. He rolled his eyes. "Parker, right?"

"Yes, sir."

He huffed. "Sir, dear god what did Tony get into now. Just get behind me."

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?" He looked incredulous. He walked past Peter towards the front of the building. "Happy Hogan? Tony's right hand man? He didn't tell you anything did he? Typical."

Peter jumped as he fired the gun down a seemingly empty row of tables. He kept walking by without a care. Peter looked down the row as he followed. A man had been hiding beneath one of the tables, gun in hand. He could have been shot on his way to Tony.

He kept following as they reached the front, past more abandoned tables and around the fountain in the foyer. Tony was crouched behind the host's station popping off shots to keep the men across the room at bay, but he couldn't do much more than that.

"Tony!" Peter cried out. A bullet whizzed past his arm and Happy pulled him down behind the fountain.

"Be quiet," Happy hissed.

"Happy, what the fuck!" Tony growled.

"It wasn't me! He was out walking around the dining room like he was lost," Happy called back.

"I wasn't lost! I came to help you."

Tony peeked at them from behind the station. "Did you really?" His eyes glittered. The blood on his face was already drying, the wound must have been minor, thank god. They all ducked back down at the sound of a gunshot.

"What do we do?" Peter asked.

"Cops are here," Happy said. "Let's wrap this up."

"I got a problem, Hap. This is turning out just like Chicago."

Happy groaned. "You've got to be kidding me." He rubbed a hand over his face.

"What does that mean?"

"Stay here, don't move." He was up before Peter could react, firing off two shots to keep the others hidden beneath their overturned table while he ran to Tony. But there were more than three. A man stepped out from the other side of the fountain. The muzzle of his gun leveled with Happy's forehead and everyone froze. Happy dropped his gun.

The man had manic green eyes and slicked back hair. He was dressed to the nines but he didn't wear it like Tony did.

"Call off your men, Stark," he declared.

Peter looked between Tony and Happy. The other man didn't seem to know he was there. Maybe he could help somehow. He still had the gun...

Peter stood and raised the gun, holding it in two hands and trying not to let them shake. "Drop your weapon!"

The man blinked at him. "Who the fuck-"

Tony stood, gun pointed at the man's head. "I'm over here, Quentin."

Quentin turned back to Tony, pointing his gun again at Happy, but in all the twisting and turning he'd lost focus. Happy grabbed his arm and twisted it, pulling Quentin's back to his chest and holding the gun to his head. Quentin's men all pointed their guns at Happy. Peter wasn't really sure where to point his. He wasn't even totally sure how to use the thing beyond pulling the trigger.

"Tell them to stand down," Tony ordered.

"You kill me, you're not getting out of here."

"What do you care if you're already dead?"

"Fuck you," Quentin growled. "You're not taking me hostage."

Tony sighed. "Fine. Let's go. Peter, did you see the emergency exit through the dining room?"

"Yeah."

"Great, you lead the way."

Peter stepped away from the fountain and backed toward the dining room. Happy started to drag Quentin with him.

"Don't let them kidnap me you fucking amateurs!" Quentin screamed. He looked rabid, spit flying from his teeth.

"If any of you move I'll blow your boss's head off," Happy made plain. The poor lackies didn't know what to do. They stood frozen in place, eyes flicking between Quentin and Happy. Tony seemed to find that satisfactory and he jogged across the foyer to Peter's side. They walked towards the door with Happy behind, guns trained on Quentin's men until they were out of sight.

"Are you hurt?" Tony asked.

"No, but you are. What happened?"

"Just a scrape. Don't worry about it. I'll explain when we get somewhere safe, I promise."

Peter nodded. He couldn't stop searching the room as if more of Quentin's men might pop out. Especially with the way he spat and screamed like a feral cat. They reached the door. Tony pushed it open and peered out.

"Should be clear," Happy said. "I took care of Quentin's people."

"Yeah you fucking did, you fucking animal," Quentin snarled. Happy smacked his head with the side of the gun.

"I know it wasn't Tony who killed that waitress while we're calling names, you sick fuck."

"Happy," Tony scolded. He shot him a look before he ducked through the door. He grabbed Peter's hand and pulled him along. To his surprise, Tony's car was at the end of the alley behind two others. It sat running with four men on either side seemingly standing guard. The rest of the alley was a river of blood and fresh corpses that Peter tried not to look at, but the glassy eyes of a man held his until they passed.

Tony opened the passenger door and Peter got in. He sat stiff, gun in his lap, unable to move. Tony got in the driver's seat. He stopped and looked at him. He looked at the gun. He took it from Peter's lap and examined it.

"You don't own a gun."

"I took it from the cook. What the fuck just happened, Tony?" His voice cracked and tears began to roll down his face.

Tony tucked the gun in a holster under his jacket. His own was dropped in the backseat. Peter flinched like he'd dropped a bomb.

Tony pulled the car out onto the street. The flashing lights of police cars gleamed off the mirrors as they passed. "Me and Happy spent a week in Chicago once. I was young and stupid. Thought I was some big shot mobster ready to take on the big guys. They sent so many men after us. It took us hours to dig our way out the shit we made. Half way through, I ran out of rounds. No way to get more without crossing the no man's land that was the casino floor. We barely made it out."

Peter straightened, realizing what he was telling him. "You ran out of bullets."

"Yep," he popped the 'P' between his lips. Tony looked over at him. "Happy would have died if it weren't for you. I couldn't have saved him."

Peter's stomach ached. He clenched his jaw, pushing down the nausea.

"I put you in a bad spot, Peter. I'm sorry. I should have told you everything, let you decide if it's worth the risk."

Peter shook his head. "I don't want to hear it."

"What?"

Peter looked at him. Then back out the window. "We both know what you did. It doesn't need to be said. Just let me process."

"Okay." Tony gripped the wheel too tight. They both stared straight ahead until they reached Peter's apartment. Tony pulled over to the curb and parked.

Peter stared at the building. He said nothing for a long time and neither did Tony. He couldn't look at him. He needed to be angry. He needed to save himself from this. This was too much. He nearly died. He'd watched so many people die. All in less than an hour everything was different. He knew better than to meet his eye. But he needed to look. He needed to see the regret on his face.

So he looked.

And he saw rich, dark eyes, a perfect jaw, the slight hump of a once broken nose. Perfect hair turned disheveled and blood on his face. Peter swallowed.

"Come up with me."

#starker #marvel #mafia au

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dustydaddyyy · 11 months

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oooooooooooh if you're writing chapter 3 of flashpoint, may I (humbly) request a small sneek peek? not sure if you do that but I'm literally refreshing every other day to see if you have anything new up i'm low-key obsessed

hi love <3

of course i have a sneak peek for you (not much tbh, but it's what I can share atm):

(warnings: swearing, smoking)

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" you ask, your voice sharp, "You coming to intimidate me at work, now?"

"Who said anything about intimidate?" Tess asks, and you scoff, shaking your head as your purse your lips angrily.

"You think I haven't noticed this fucking tank following me around recently?" you ask, jerking your head towards Joel, before your eyes follow and meet his, "You ain't subtle, by the way,"

Technically, what you were saying wasn't wrong. Joel had been taking slight detours on his way to and from jobs in the QZ the last two weeks, sometimes keeping an eye out to see if he could spot you coming in and out of your apartment. He hadn't meant it in a creepy way, but it had been a force stronger than himself. Besides, he wanted to know if the antibiotics he'd given you had been working. Joel thought he'd been discreet; apparently, you were more observant than he gave you credit for.

Tess' eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she gives Joel a questioning look, which he pointedly ignores, ignoring your dig and instead giving you an infuriating raise of his eyebrows.

"You work in a Starbucks?" Joel asks, and he sounds almost amused as you give him a look.

"Can't all be drug dealers, Joel," you tell him with a dry smile, "Some of us have to make a living,"

You watch to your great satisfaction as Joel's jaw tightens, the smug expression he'd been wearing a second ago melting into his usual angry one.

"Besides, it's hiding in plain sight," you inform him before he can rebuff you, "Nobody in the apocalypse can be fucked enough to care about their barista,"

"Smart," Tess notes, and you let out another irritated breath.

"Look, what the hell do you two want?" you ask, your voice harsh, "I don't have all day and something tells me you're not going to take 'fuck off' for answer today, hm?"

"Donovan sent us," Joel tells you, and he watches as your jaw clenches, eyes flashing with annoyance as you take another drag.

"'Course he fucking did," you mutter under your breath as you blow out the smoke.

"We need something," Tess tells you, "And Donovan mentioned you've helped him out a couple of times,"

"I have," you say with a nod, eyes flitting between Tess and Joel.

"So, smuggling, and stealing. . . that's your side hustle?" Joel says after a second of silence, and again his expression and his tone have that same amused quality to them as before, almost like he's mocking you.

You give him a steely glare as you let out another irritated breath, shaking your head.

"Lower your goddamn voice," you tell him, eyes flashing in warning, "Slinging those kinds of words around gets people killed,"

"It gets thieves killed, sweetheart," Joel corrects, and your eyes bore into his at the use of that goddamn nickname, "I've been doing just fine,"

You shake your head, scoffing as you run your tongue over your top teeth. "Enough with that already. . . you've made your point, Miller, I'm a miserable thief that doesn't deserve to share your air. . . now what do you want?"

"I never said it like that," he says, despite himself, his expression dropping slightly, before he covers it up.

"It doesn't matter," you huff, shaking your head as you cross your arms, "I can hear it all over your tone. . . for someone as stoic as yourself, you sure as shit pack a punch with your shitty attitude,"

Joel is taken aback by your words; sure, he knows you're right, on some level, but he's not had backchat like this for years. . . even Tess, who remained one of the only people able to put him in his place, had just put up with it the past years.

"I, uh–" he falters for a split second, before he clears his throat, face becoming stony again, "We came to ask you for something,"

"Yeah, you've said that. . . why would I help you?" you ask, and Joel raises a single eyebrow.

"How about because you still owe me 40 cards?" he tells you, and you let out a humourless laugh.

"38," you correct as you lean against the brick wall, "That coffee wasn't free for nothing,"

Joel shakes his head with a roll of his eyes. "38 then. . . last I checked, that's still something,"

You glare at him for a second, before you press your lips together in annoyance, letting out a breath.

"Fine. What do you need?"

"Fertilizer," Tess states, speaking for the first time in almost a minute, and both you and Joel tear your gazes from each other to look at her, which she answers with a dry, sarcastic smirk, "You two finished making eyes at each other and remembered I'm here, too?"

read parts 1 and 2 of flashpoint here.

#eeek #i'm sort of excited for this chapter hehehe #it's really gonna kick off lmao #thank you fro your ask <3 #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us #joel miller fic #pedro pascal #joel miller x you

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metalheadsimp · 1 year

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Anakin x (gn)reader (implied Obi-wan x reader) AU

Inspired by 'Roses' by Awaken I am (Or I stole two(maybe three??) lines from the song)

Genre : Angst/hurt-ish (no comfort in this so buckle up folks)

Warnings : Reader and Ani started dating as teenagers! also my first fic and not proof read so proceed with caution or whatever, Oh and Qui-gonn is not dead here and Ahsoka is his padawan. Written in first person. I am not a native speaker.

Readers gender isn't mentioned, however idk if I used any pronouns or something that might gender them in any way so I won't tag them as gender neutral. (While writing I thought of a female reader since I am a woman myself, I intended to keep them gn tho. I hope I succeeded)

Wordcount : 1.2k

Anakin and reader have been in a relationship for as long as reader can remember. It has always been comforting but they find themself confronted with the realization that they only loved the Idea of being happy with someone else.

"Is this fair? I feel that we're close to the end."

"Roses don't know that they're dead."

Whenever I closed my eyes it wasn't him I saw. It was nothing new really, at some point I got used to it the same way I got used to sleeping in his arms, to kissing him. I got used to sleeping with him. But I never got used to him. I never got used to Anakin. I loved him. I truly did. But I didn't crave him, I didn't ache for him. When he was near I was content, I felt safe but I was bored. He was funny and smart and sassy and charismatic and chaotic and I loved him. I know he loved me. It just all became so complicated. We went down the wrong path together.

I don't even remember how we became a couple, we've always been friends. At some point we just happened to be more. No questions asked, no answers given. We just were more and I knew He's always loved padmé. Just as I knee that I've never loved him and he’s never loved me. Not like that. We shouldn't be more than friends. We never should have become more than friends. Now we're so deep into this, I feel we're close to the end. I fear we won't get out of this alright.

So here I am. In my Boyfriends arms. We've been sleeping like this for years now. I don't know how many. And I am thinking about someone else I know I really shouldn't. Not because I'm in a relationship. No, I know Anakin's thoughts are with padmé too. He says her name in his sleep. I shouldn't think about him because he is like a brother to my boyfriend. He is my mentor. He has raised Anakin and He has trained us for 5 years now. I still can remember the first time I saw him, like the day I lost my home. It's vivid. When I close my eyes it's all I dream about and I'm scared I might say his name in my sleep, like Anakin does with padmé.

As Anakin's friend I want him to let go of whatever is keeping him here. I want him to leave me and court the woman he truly desires, As his girlfriend who his in love with someone else I want him to leave so he doesn't get hurt but As myself and myself only, no roles attached, I need him. I need him. He was there for me when I lost my home and He held my hand and told me about his mother. He told me about padmé and of course He told about him. Then he had asked me if I wanted to come with him. He'd hide me. He had promised. But the force had other things in mind for me and so, I met him too. Back then I was scared and I was weak so Anakin told me he was scared too. He held me during the night. He showed me tricks, he helped me train when I failed. He understood me. But now he doesn't. Or maybe he does.

We were so young. I was only 14. He was 16. Now I feel like what we had never exceeded friendship in the direction that we took. He knows. I know. And I know that he knows that I know. I remember my 16 birthday. We were so unsure. We needed love. We needed affection. Now we don't even kiss anymore. We haven't kissed in ages. I hope we never do. I wish we never did.

Lately I've been training alone. I've been eating alone. I've been trying to ignore him. I've been trying to find a way out of this. Anakin and I are so familiar. I can't lose him. But it can't stay like this. So I've asked him if I could train with Master Qui-Gonn Jinn and Ahsoka instead. He was fine with it. He had asked me why, but I just told him I'd just like experience outside of my fights side by side with him and Obiwan.

I turn around. Away from Anakin. Eyes wide open, I can't see him now. I should just keep my eyes open forever. I can’t be haunted by the picture of Obiwan if I keep my eyes open.

"Y/n?" Anakin’s voice is soft. Quiet. So I turn onto my back, staring into darkness. I hum.

"Do you... do you ever feel like we're fading?"

"Like what we have is fading? Or like you and I, as people, are fading?" I hear bedsheets move.

"I love you.-"

"I know."

"- But I feel like what we have is fading. Like we shouldn't have this."

"I know."

"I can't lose you."

"I can't lose you either, Ani."

"You won't." I feel him sit up. "But maybe- maybe we shouldn't keep doing this."

"We aren't really doing anything anymore. We never got together, we don't have to break up." I want him to leave. I want him to stay.

"Right."

"Do you want to? Breaking up would feel like acknowledging that… that we went down a wrong path when we were young." I reach for him. He isn't there.

"Ani?" Now I feel his hand taking mine.

"I wish we never did what we did on your 16th birthday."

"Me too."

We stay silent after that. I don't feel him lay down again but time passes and I start to wonder what's going on inside his head. No, I think I know.

"What about Padmé?"

"What about her?"

"Well do you still love her?"

"I am sorry."

"Ani c‘mon. I know. Always did." I force out a chuckle.

I don't know how this is going to end. I can't imagine not being this intimately comfortable with him. I can't imagine being strangers either. Whatever we do, we'll always see each other. We'll always remember that we were partners once. We'll always dread meeting each others new partners. We'll always feel like we have to prove to each other that we can stop this. That we can be friends. That what we felt was never romantic. That all we were, was just two sad children clinging onto each other. Needing safety that no one else could provide. Grasping for a happiness we didn't know how to find in ourselves. And now, that we both found happiness in ourselves, do we still need each other? Do I even know the man in front of me? Why is he still that child to me? Will we ever forget? When did we realize we didn't love one another? When did I notice the things I hate about him? When did I realize all I loved was the Idea of what we could be, what we could have been?

My head hurts.

He breathes out. He breathes in.

"Is this fair? I feel like we're close to the end." I watch him. Or I stare into the directions his voice is coming from.

"Roses don't know when they're dead." He's silent again.

"I will return to my chambers."

"Yes."

I hear him move around. He doesn't turn on the lights so I don't offer to turn on the lights. After five minutes of being alone, I begin to cry. I have to cry. I cry so much my head pounds. I mourn the children we were. I mourn the safety I felt. I mourn being able to make my happiness depend on someone else. I mourn not knowing how it feels to be without him. I mourn for every second of my life that I spent pretending to love him. I mourn for every second of my life in which I made my happiness depend on him. I let myself mourn for 20 minutes. Then I begin to fear the future without him. After that I turn over in my bed and go to sleep. Alone in the chambers I had shared for years. A decade maybe? I can’t remember.

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dingoat · 1 year

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LEMON, KIWI, MANGO, GRAPES, PEACH for BIRDMAN

(Birdman, of course, referring to werewolf au Crow, who is quite a distinct entity from regular au Crow and who I've been given complete custody of! <3 Never not grateful for being allowed to have just run with him!)

🍋 : what kind of diet does my muse have? do they eat regularly, or the standard 2-3 meals a day? do they have to be reminded to eat, or are they likely to remind others? do they cook, or have others cook for them? do they eat healthily, or not so much?

Crow's diet is absolutely all over the place, with very little consideration put into the nutritional value of his meals; he's more than happy to exist solely on greasy refuelling station kiosk food, but won't turn his nose up at a gourmet dinner if it's served to him (even if he doesn't recognise half the ingredients). Definitely doesn't need to be reminded to eat; he'll snack whenever he feels the need and can cook a few standard meals if the need arises (especially if he has access to a grill). He's probably going to get used to an abrupt raise in standards of his meals in the near future, though it might take him a while longer to actually appreciate it.

🥝 : does my muse have any ‘ unusual ’ habits, interests, and / or talents? do they hide it, or are they proud of it?

Well. He definitely has made a bit of a habit of deserting/defecting from his current faction, hahaha, though he's not necessarily proud of every switch he's made, but he'd never try to hide the fact either. Aside from that, he's been gathering a collection of unusual cybernetics and upgrades of which he's very proud, and definitely has a leaning toward the unusual/unconventional. He tries to be mindful of the company he's in with regards to just how much he'll flaunt, though.

🥭 : how important to my muse is their hometown, or where they’re from? are they proud of it, or considered a hometown hero? did they move away, or do they wish to?

Crow's earliest memories are of living on the streets and alleys of lower level Coruscant, and it's safe to say he has no particular attachment to that period of his life or the places he was forced to shelter. When he was taken in by his adoptive father, he came to see the ship, and even moreso the great expanse of outer space, as his home, and that has always meant more to him than any other physical space has. He's a man who likes to roam, and doesn't enjoy having his wings clipped.

🍇 : how would my muse describe their childhood? how much has it impacted the person they are now, or will become as an adult? around what age did they or will they start to mature, and why? do they wish to go back to their days as a child, or have they embraced adulthood?

Crow would say that his childhood was lively, and dangerous, and taught him to live every moment as though it could be his last. He spent a lot of his formative years never being certain of what the next day would bring, and learned the value of having people's back; he learned to be generous, and open, and form connections with people swiftly and fiercely. Sometimes this has lead to forming connections with the wrong sorts of people, and the lessons he's learned from those associations have taught him more about his own values and convictions than anything else. 'Embracing adulthood' might be a bit of a stretch; Crow will be as naughty and frivolous as often as he can get away with, but he's definitely developed a level of emotional maturity that many of the broken beings around him have come to lean on.

🍑 : how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance? do they spend a lot of time on their hair, makeup, grooming, and clothing? is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?

Crow spends more time on his hair than he would ever admit aloud to anybody, because he thinks it's worth it. He'll look after his general hygiene but won't fuss over a bit of engine grease or wearing the same shirt for a few days running; but since he also quite enjoys getting a positive reaction from Thirteen in particular sometimes he'll put a little more effort into his clothing purely for that reason. In general, though, Crow tends to find everybody he cares about stunning just as they are, and that extends to himself- so what reason is there to overly fuss when one is already perfect?

#ask meme #character asks #fruity asks #crow asks #steel crow #werewolf au #I realised I've been sitting on some of these #for far too long for absolutely no reason?#so anyway #TY FOR ASKING #look I finally reply >3

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little-lego-ninjas · 2 years

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my insecurities are loud (but your love is louder)

Hey guys! I decided I should post my fic here, so I hope you enjoy! Now, Jaya isn't my fav ship (I have so many. So. Many.) but I do love their dynamics and I've been thinking about them a lot lately, so!!

Jay gasped against Nya's lips, every breath a desperate gulp to try and stay conscious and almost failing every time he managed to snag one. He almost felt like he was drowning against her, her lips, her hands, her.

She had him falling under her waves, snatched up by a riptide and swept below into the deep, uncharted waters that refused to let him go. Which wasn't entirely a bad thing, but Jay struggled to breathe normally just by sitting still, so Nya rendering him breathless really wasn't helping.

Mercifully, she pulled back enough for him to pant against her, chest heaving as he tried to regain the precious oxygen he had lost. Nya giggled softly, her fingertips grazing his cheek in little lines. She was probably making shapes out of his freckles. Jay flushed at the thought, shifting to hide his face against her shoulder.

He felt like he had just run for miles, when he really had only been kissing Nya for maybe two minutes. "Sorry," he mumbled against the revealed skin of her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her against his cheek as he shifted again to better hide his face, forcing her fingers off of his face.

Jay really didn't want her to draw with his freckles any more.

"For what?" He heard her ask, always so gentle with him, like he might shatter if she raised her voice.

Knowing him, he might. Even after everything they had been through, a small part of his mind always told him Nya was too good for him, too good for a junkyard boy. She deserved someone who could give her the world, and Jay couldn't even take her out to dinner half the time.

Nya would wake up one morning and realize it too, and then she would break up with him all over again. Only there wouldn't be any cosmic divination to save him when that happened. Jay would just be alone and destroyed all over again, ripped asunder by the very waves that cradled him so tenderly in this moment.

It was almost too much to think about.

Jay swallowed, throat clogged up with a jumble of emotions he couldn't name. "For being bad at kissing."

Nya snorted, nudging him off of her shoulder. "Jay, don't be stupid."

Jay couldn't make himself lift his head to see her smile. He just couldn't.

What made everything worse was he didn't understand why he felt so unworthy all of the sudden. They had been doing so well, recovering and spending as much time together as they could without making Wu separate them by force. (Apparently, the old master was worried they would cross a line, something that made Jay's face burn everytime he thought about it.)

He tensed when he felt Nya's hand slip into his own, as if they were created to link together the seamless way that they did. "Jay, what's wrong?"

Jay winced, barely lifting his head enough to catch the smallest glimpse of the frown on Nya's face. "I…"

What could he even say? That she should just dump him and be done with it? That he was clearly too much maintenance and not enough payoff to last? Did he say how badly he needed Nya to be alright, and how he was terrified that she didn't feel the same about him, even after her actions had disproven that over and over again?

Did he even dare to begin to explain the mountain of insecurities surrounding their relationship? That felt like too much to handle at one time, and how could he dump so many of his own worries onto her shoulders like that? It was wrong to do that to her, to lay his burden onto her like that.

Jay shrugged instead of actually answering, tongue glued to the roof of his mouth. He didn't have anything to say. Kai would have probably made a joke about it, Jay being quiet. "A miracle!" he'd say.

Nya's hand squeezed his own, a comforting gesture that Jay couldn't even start to process before she was speaking again. "Is it about us kissing?"

Jay jerked his head up, his curls flopping into his face from the force of the movement. He used his free hand to shove his hair out of his eyes, shaking his head quickly. "No! It's not that!"

Nya tilted her head, reaching out with her own free hand to help brush his unruly curls out of his face. "Then what is it? If you've got something on your mind, I'd love to hear it."

Jay blinked rapidly, hating that he felt like crying just from hearing her say that. What was wrong with him today? "N-nothing's on my mind, not really! I'm just… I dunno."

He swiped at his nose, cursing himself for crying. Now he just looked pathetic. Nya deserved someone who didn't randomly cry or fall into an anxious spiral that eventually led to an anxiety attack followed by even more crying and-

"Jay."

He snapped his attention back to Nya, finding her eyes. "Y-yeah?"

Nya ran a hand through his hair, her voice a whisper. "Breathe."

Jay did as he was told, slowly trying to copy her breathing before he gave up, focusing on calming his own lungs down before he tried to copy Nya's. How had he even started to breath so fast without him noticing? Jay shook his head as the world came back into focus bit by bit, embarrassed now that he could think again.

Jay had meant to hide his face against Nya's shoulder again, but found she had shifted their position while he had been trying to calm himself down. He was sitting in Nya's lap, facing her as she rocked them slowly back and forth, her arms secured around his back. Jay almost cried again, wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders.

"I lied," he said. "I'm thinking about how wonderful you are and how I don't-"

His sentence was cut off by Nya's finger on his lips, her expression stern. "Don't say you don't deserve me, Jay Walker. Don't you dare."

Jay smiled instead, hoping to reassure her that he definitely wasn't about to say that. Nya didn't look convinced, which was all good too, considering she had been right, he had been about to say he didn't deserve her.

Nya sighed, pressing her forehead against his. "Jay, I- I really care about you, and I hate to think that you feel like I could do better than you."

She laughed as if that was silly, shaking her head slightly. She cupped his cheek, the corners of her eyes crinkling with happiness. "I can't do better than you. You're my forever guy, right? I'm your Yang, you gotta be my Yin."

Jay shrugged, a little smile tugging at his lips. "I guess."

"Now," Nya fixed him with a piercing stare, "what's up?"

Jay pursed his lips, then sighed, defeated. "I'm not… I'm not a guy-guy, you know? I'm not tall or buff or-or handsome. I'm just…" He wiggled his fingers. "Here."

Nya rolled her eyes. "Jay, are you- of course you're serious. Okay, I don't want to change anything about you. Nothing at all."

Jay sniffled when she pressed a kiss to his lips, soft and barely-there. "You're Jay. Yeah, you're not super tall-"

"I'm barely taller than you are! On a good day!"

"-and you aren't buff, which is kind of scary to even picture, actually."

Jay snickered at that. "What? No muscles for you to gawk at?"

Nya swatted at his arm. "You have enough muscle!"

Jay laughed as Nya continued, her own mirth starting to bleed into her words. "As for the handsome bit, yes you are. You're handsome and adorable and you're smiles? They're- they're good."

Jay guffawed, tumbling out of Nya's lap. "Good?!"

Nya fell victim to his laughter, hunching in on herself as she wheezed. "I'm trying."

"Try harder!"

Their peals of giggles eventually faded into the occasional chuckle. Jay smiled up at the ceiling before he propped himself up on his elbows, finding Nya's eyes again. "Thanks."

Nya waved her hand. "Anytime. You help me, I help you. That's how it is, and how it's gonna stay."

Jay made to sit up, stopping when Nya's hand pushed against his chest, keeping him still. "Uh," he muttered, heat rising to his cheeks again. "Nya?"

There was a wicked gleam in her eyes, a fire that made his stomach twist with excitement. "Now I'm going to prove that you are a good kisser."

Jay licked his lips nervously, his gaze darting to Nya's before he looked back at her eyes. "Oh?"

Nya nodded, moving to place her hands on either side of him, slotting herself between his legs. "Yup."

Jay swallowed. "W-well. I'm ready."

"I figured."

Nya's lips touched his again, and Jay was once again swept into her oceans, his lightning straining for the heavens, trying to get him back into the sky where he belonged before he got trapped in the relentless waves forever. Jay, however, didn't mind the idea of being lost to the sea.

So he kissed Nya back, relishing in the easy flow between them. It was wonderful, to kiss and be held and be loved without ever speaking. It was also wonderful to finally have a moment of peace to actually kiss without anyone watching them or teasing them for being mushy.

Jay happened to like being mushy, it was one of his favorite past times. He gasped against her lips again, reaching up for her, letting himself fall fully back onto the mattress, arms tight around Nya's back and shoulders. She laughed against his lips, shaking her head a little before she captured his lips again, everything else fading into the background.

Jay loved Nya, and that was all he would ever understand, all he would ever know. She completed him in ways he hadn't even known could be completed. It was like he had been blind to the missing pieces inside of him until she had taken his hand, linking them together forever. His mind might tell him they would never work, that everything would eventually fall apart.

Maybe it was right. Jay could stress about that later though, because Nya was kissing him and whispering that he was beautiful and honestly, what more could he ever need than that?

"Hey Jay, I- ohmygosh!"

Nya pulled back in shock, flopping backwards onto his bed. Jay shot a glare at the suddenly-closed door. Maybe he needed a lock that could stop Masters of Earth.

"I am so. Sorry."

Cole sounded so embarrassed that Jay laughed, covering his face with his hands as he cackled. Nya sat up, her own laughter joining Jay's as Cole kept apologizing through the door. Eventually, Jay sat up. "Cole, you can stop!"

"I- okay."

Nya snorted, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Jay's lips. "You should probably see what he was gonna say."

Jay hummed, turning to press his knees against Nya's, smiling at her. "I should, yeah."

Nya arched a brow when he made no move to go to the door. "Changed your mind?"

Jay kissed her again, pulling away after a few seconds. "Now I'll answer the door."

He left his bed, relishing in the snickering he could hear from his fianceè. Jay opened the door, finding Cole hiding his face in his hands. He could almost see the embarrassment on Cole's face from how he was standing. "You were saying?"

Cole peaked between his fingers. "Sorry, again. Um. I wanted to see if you wanted to try and fix the T.V.? You're good at it."

Jay almost snorted from how shy Cole was acting, the gentle giant looking downright small. "Sure. Be there in a sec."

Cole offered a shaky thumbs up before he darted down the hall, mumbling to himself the whole way. Jay snorted, closing his door again. "I am needed as the T.V. wizard."

Nya rolled her eyes, slipping off of his bed. "Can't keep that wairing, now can we?"

Jay caught her around the waist, stopping her from opening the door. "Or," he said, "we could kill a couple more minutes?"

Nya's smile was teasing. "Really?"

Jay nodded, a rush burning through his veins. It felt like lightning, crackling and begging to be freed. "Really."

She kissed him again, her hands tangling into his curls and Jay decided the T.V. could definitely wait.

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