batman is super sad because his parents are dead, and is either angsting with his alternative universe father, dramatically looking off into the night after parents are mentioned in any capacity, or staring up at a large portrait of them
[barely awake, drooling, 'kill me now' written on forehead]
"jason was the best", batman calls robin "kiddo" and "smart pup", family portraits, batman taking his kid to a baseball game, batman taking his other kid to a rock concert, "i think of dick and tim and my life seems that much richer", batman grieves for his lost children deeply
[tears streaming down my face, cheering, nothing but praise, howls endlessly]
Okay I didn’t want to say anything, but, I think it’s time that everyone faced reality. No one else is speaking up, so I’ve gotta.
I’ve been seeing a lot of posts and comics and art about Lance making fun of Keith for being Texan recently. And as funny and cute as they are, that’s just wrong to me. It’s absolutely wrong. I mean, I’ve seen some serious mischaracterization of the Voltron crew before, but the fact that so many people have got it so wrong is just blowing my mind. We’ve got to face the facts people, Lance wouldn’t be making jokes about Keith being Texan.
a little something to celebrate this blog hitting the 200 follower mark ♥︎ never thought i’d hit even 20 with a blog revolving almost completely 100% around nasties like Tarkin/Krennic. thanks so much everyone! my intent is to keep it pretty centric around SW villains.
i was so torn on C. Tarkin’s hair, so two versions it is.
description: You may have gotten him blindfolded and tied up, but Jimin’s not going down without a fight.
“You know, when we bought this stuff I thought I was gonna be the one using it on you,” Jimin huffed, fidgeting beneath your grip as you tightened the restraints around his wrists.
“You’ll get your turn, selfish,” You teased from your straddled position across his thighs before shimmying your way up towards his chest. “Pull against the headboard. I wanna make sure they aren’t loose.” You tapped against his arms, and to your surprise he followed your directions almost instantly.
The ties kept his wrists perfectly reigned in above his head, and it filled you with a sense of glee for what was to come. You peered down, fully expecting to find a look of disdain adorning Jimin’s features due to the restrictive nature of his position, but what you were met with was the complete opposite.
“Don’t be scared, sugarplum.” he’s giving you an encouraging smile, hands massaging the skin of your thighs. You’re straddling his chest, hands on his shoulders to keep him from moving you any further up. You’re completely naked, and he’s only got his shirt off, making you feel more exposed and vulnerable than you’d like. “It’s just me.”
“But, what if I, like, suffocate you or something?” you feel like the blush staining your cheeks is gonna be permanent, squirming in place when he tries to tug you forward again. “I’m not exactly small, Bucky.”
“You’re not gonna hurt me, princess.” the smile he gives you then verges on the right side of wicked and it makes you even more nervous, shifting your hips once more. “I know you want it. I can feel that you’re drippin’ for it, gettin’ my chest all wet when you squirm like that, baby.”
You recognize this tactic, coaxing you into it with dirty words and sweet pet names. You shake your head, biting your lip. “No?” he asks, eyebrows raised. “You don’t want it? Are you sure about that, doll? Are you sure you don’t wanna grind those pretty hips down on my face? I bet you’d get me soaked, just drench my fucking face.”
You gasp and he smirks, licking his lips deliberately slow. “C’mon, sweetheart,” his voice drops in an octave, rougher than it was. “I want that perfect ass of yours sitting on my face. Let me have it, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
When he tugs you forward again, this time you let him, kneeling right above his his head. “I’m gonna make such a mess out of you, babygirl.” he pulls you in closer, hot breath washing over you. “Gonna make you keen for it like a little slut. You’ll never want my tongue off’a you again after this.”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), masturbation, bondage, biting, daddy kink, literally 90% of this is PURE FILTH
Notes: I had no restraint on this. Y’all can blame @minhosmeanhoe for literally demanding this from me, and giving me things to add to this because we would just talk about everything kinky with Void. Lemme know your thoughts!
Can you explain how you know the baby isn't real? I don't know who to believe
well for starters she was never pregnant
fake bump in one picture (this is halloween so around 7 months-ish)
and would you look at that it suddenly vanishes in another picture taken the same day:
you can see it’s her arm wrapped around her stomach which would still be noticeably huge if she was actually pregnant:
this picture below would have been when she was nearly 9 months pregnant. notice how there’s no bump. my food baby is bigger than her stomach.
also here’s how we know for sure the christmas pic is from this year 123456
this picture below would have been taken like at least a couple of weeks before the christmas pic:
so where did the bump magically vanish to?
and i know there’s an argument that she was pregnant earlier than they announced and then gave birth before christmas but that makes no sense because then she’d be WAY bigger here (speaking of which … WHY THE HELL WAS A RANDOM NON CELEBRITY PAPPED?):
and here (this is mid-september):
hilariously they gave her a new bigger bump THE NEXT DAY after we all pointed out how weirdly low and small the fake bump she had was in the pic above.
The next of the Potter-Malfoy kids I’d like to introduce you to is Alsafi
It had only been 11 months since adopting Cassiopeia and 10 months since taking in Teddy (January 2006)
& these two weren’t exactly planning on adopting another child soon
Narcissa had, however, brought up the topic of surrogacy around the twin’s fourth birthday (bc she loves the whole grandkids thing and wants them to have like 20 kids, but she wanted at least one to be blood related)
“I’ve recently reconnected with Ignatius, you know Draco, Lucretia’s husband. You remember her don’t you? Perhaps not, you met her when you were quite young. She’s dead now, of course, rest her. Anyways, she and Ignatius have a grand-daughter named Eudora Black. She’s your third cousin. Even still, she does look a great deal like you, you know. And I’ve heard of this new type of medicine St. Mungo Healers are doing -borrowed it from the muggles. I was thinking that if Harry and Eudora had a child for you two, they’d be related to both of you.”
While Narcissa said this whole speech, Harry and Draco couldn’t get a word in sideways & there was a very long silence after she finally stopped talking.
They just kind of blinked at her.
And finally Draco slowly was just “So… let me get this straight… you want Harry -my Harry- to- to- have a baby with a woman…who is my third cousin?” He’s just totally perplexed by the idea.
And Cissa just nods excitedly and says “I’ve already spoken to Eudora and she says she’d be happy to be your surrogate.” And again, there’s this long silence while Draco tries not to get annoyed bc she talked to this girl before talking to them ?!
He through his teeth he just says “Of course she would want a child with the precious savior.”
“Oh you don’t understand Draco ! It wouldn’t be her child. It would be yours and Harrys’!” And she turns to Harry, who’s been very quiet up until now, hoping to get an ally. “I know how much you love the Weasleys, Harry. The child would also be related them. Ignatius is Molly’s uncle. Not to mention he was also Sirius’ uncle.”
And it takes an arm and a leg to explain the process to Draco.
Throughout the whole thing Cissa and Draco are very blunt and unabashed.
But Harry on the other hand, every time the word “Sperm” is mentioned, his entire face would turn beat red.
eventually they go for though, because it seems like a pretty ideal situation relation-wise
But their one big concern is the other kids. they don’t want them to feel like this child will be more important than them just because of blood relations
So they agree to sit the kids down and talk to them when the baby is born (because at the time the girls are only four + Cassiopeia is 2 so they’re not entirely sure what “Talking to them” would really do + and they wanted to talk to all of them at the same time)
They meet Eudora and she really does look startlingly like Draco. Except the fact that her hair is red, instead of blonde.
They get all the necessary paperwork done and
Nine months pass, in which time they acquire another child (Eltanin - next post)
And finally, after a load of built up anticipation from the Potter-Malfoys and Draco’s parents and the Weasleys and all of Harry + Draco’s friends, the baby is born on October 31st. It’s a boy and he’s the spitting image of Harry.
Except for his hair which is bright red and his lips, which are identical to Dracos’ (and Eudora’s)
They hadn’t talked a lot about names up to the birth. They had thrown around ideas like Cygnus perhaps but nothing really stuck
but Harry had been doing some research of his own and suggests Alsafi (Al-suh-fy)
Draco’s a bit confused because “that’s a bit of an odd name. badass, but odd.”
And Harry explains to him that Alsafi is a star in the Draco Constellation
And Draco just cries. literally cries.
Draco had a lot of unvoiced nerves about the baby before he was born.
He thought perhaps he wouldn’t feel the same Harry did for their son because he wasn’t really Dracos.
or maybe, even worse, he’s harbour some sort of awful jealousy in the child
but when he holds Alsafi he feels nothing but overwhelming love for him.
He’s extremely hyper + the dads do not know how to deal with him at all.
As soon as he was able to roll that’s all he did. They couldn’t take theirs eyes off of him or he’d roll right off a bed.
Harry even gave up trying to keep him settled in public and got a muggle backpack leash. (Draco was, to say the least, quite concerned that Harry had bought a leash for their child, but was thankful immediately on their next outing)
The kids are just fascinated and delighted.
they’ve never seen kids so small + the twins just keep petting him.
They end up referring to him as “Allie” upon Anita’s request
When he gets older, it’s very clear to Harry that this kid had inherited many traits from James and Lily as well as the Black side of the family
He’s clever and snarky and gets moody + can get extremely mean
He generally keeps a relative light air though, making jokes and pulling pranks
+ Alsafi is outgoing af and charming
It becomes clear as he grows older that, though no one denies his looking like Harry, he’s kind of like… Harry 2.O
I mean, his face looks identical to Harrys but at the same time extremely pretty, more delicate looking and Merlin, he is tall.
he turns out to have the height of Draco’s family. lean and by the time he stops growing he’s 6′6, taller than both his dads
His hair is not as messy as Harry’s, but rather nicely curly, and it’s usually kept long (like Draco’s) with an undercut.
He’s a Slytherin, really to no one’s surprise.
He becomes rather good friends with Lyrik Zabini, and Adhara Finnigan (Dean and Seamus’ kid), fellow slytherins
He’s a whiz at Potions as well as DADA. Slughorn is just floored “just like his fathers, I tell you! both were fantastic potioneers you know”
He’s also a damn good beater, becoming a dream team™
with his sister
Let Me Have Your Babies – Barisi drabble (403 words)
Rafael has just joined
Sonny at Amanda’s apartment, where Sonny is looking after Amanda’s baby for a
couple of hours while she does her weekly grocery shop.
Not 2 minutes after he sits
down on the couch, he hears a cry from the baby’s room, causing Sonny to
detangle his long limbs from their rightful place around Rafael.
Smiling ruefully, Rafael
pulls out his phone to check on his emails.
When he looks up a minute
later, he sees Sonny with Jesse in his arms, freshly awoken from her nap, and
his brain short-circuits.
Sonny notices Rafael staring.
“… What?” he questions,
bouncing Jesse lightly from his knees, side to side.
It makes Rafael, almost involuntarily, half-whisper, half-shout “Let me have your babies.”
And Sonny’s brow furrows
before turning to face Rafael straight-on. “Uh… I don’t know if you’ve
noticed, but you don’t exactly have the equipment for that?”
Rafael glares at him,
making no attempt to deny his outburst.
“You know what I mean,”
Rafael persists, stashing his phone away without taking his eyes off of Sonny.
Sonny beams. “Yeah. I
think I do.”
He steps right into
Rafael’s space, his eyes curious yet excited. “You want a baby.”
smile is pure and uninhibited, all the confirmation that Sonny needs.
So he leans close, basking
in the joy of this revelation. Rafael’s eyes flutter shut, ready for Sonny to
close the distance with his lips, but instead he’s greeted with a warm lump
being pressed into his lap, courtesy of his fiancé.
“Here,” Sonny urges,
With a sigh, Rafael takes Jesse in his arms, supporting her head
in the crook of his arm. “Alright, I didn’t just mean any baby. No offense, Jesse,” he says,
patting her tiny arm awkwardly.
She smiles at him, and his
kidnapping is a felony,” he adds needlessly.
Rafi,” Sonny admonishes, barely swallowing his smile at the image of Rafael and
baby. It looks right. “Besides, if we’re gonna have a family, you’d better
lips quirk helplessly at that. A family. With Sonny.
plops himself onto the couch beside Rafael, propping his chin against his
gonna be such a great dad, Rafi.”
as great as you,” Rafael says softly.
Sonny murmurs. “Just ask Jesse.”
in that moment, Sonny can’t tell which of the three of them are smiling more.
Well since I’ve been on a roll with Anti and Dark universe (and have a whole story if Id just write it all down lol) @fangsmagicandinspiration came up with a dark version for Ethan at @crankgameplays. Say hello to Corroded Crank!
He was made out of a botched summoning/creation spell, the two key ingredients being the blood of the pure (Ethan in this case) and material for the physical body (Rusted, Corroded metal in this case) and due to the metal already being destroyed, it corrupted the final result and now we have our poor metal friend who is constantly falling apart and is a little self concious about all of his useless bits and bobs and bad welding and such. His whole skull is cracked open but he usually covers his brains with a wig.
I tried to keep him creepy and corpse like considering hes still suppose to be a dark half for Ethan, but when hes all put together I still think hes pretty cute! I imagine he moves sorta like the FNAF animatronics, very heavy but twitchy and jerky. I hope you like him! Me and fangsmagicandinspiration (aahah i need to call you by a name bc thats a mouthful) always have the BEST brainstorming sessions! Such a good egg, good friend, good writer. Go check them out!!!
You stood there, shocked. You couldn’t believe it. Was he lying? Why would he lie about this?
Out of the people that stood around you, Yoongi was the first one to speak up.
“What the hell do you mean ‘she’s pregnant?’”
“I mean, she’s pregnant, Yoongi.” Lehun tells his nephew.
How could you be pregnant? If you were pregnant, wouldn’t you have known?
You didn’t know what to say. What could you say?
“Oh my gosh.” You hear Taehyung say.
“No. She can’t be pregnant. She can’t.” Yoongi speaks, running his fingers through his hair.
Lehun look at you, shocked. The expression on his face was probably the same expression on yours.
Lehun looked to Yoongi, who looked stressed. “Min Yoongi. You messed up. Badly.”
Sure, this was an unplanned pregnancy, but why were they acting like someone just died or something?
“This is why demons shouldn’t have relationships with humans. How could you get her pregnant?” Lehun asked.
“It seems like I’m the most responsible one in the family.” Wonho rolled his eyes.
“We need to do something about this. The baby has to go.” Lehun says.
Your eyes widened at his words.
“No!” You tell him, crossing your arms over your stomach. “Why are you guys making such a big deal about this? I’m carrying a baby, not a dragon or something.”
“It might as well be a dragon.” Wonho sighed.
“Y/n…” Yoongi trailed off. You looked up at him. He looked genuinely worried. “You can not have this baby.”
“I’m not getting rid of it.” You say. “Y/n, you have to. You have to get rid of it. You can’t have it.” Yoongi tells you.
“No. I know this was unplanned but I am not having an abortion. I won’t give up this baby, Yoongi.” You said.
“Y/n, you don’t get it.” Namjoon says. “I don’t. Please enlighten me.” You turned to face your friend.
“You’re a human. Yoongi is a demon. What do you think the baby is?” Lehun asks, not letting Namjoon speak.
“I don’t know.” You answered, honestly. “I don’t care. It’s a baby. A child. I’m not letting anything happen to it.” You looked at the elder man.
“Y/n,” Yoongi spoke up, taking one of your hands in his. “You can’t have this baby. I won’t let you do it.”
You raised your eyebrow before pulling your hand away from him. “I’m not letting you or anyone else take this baby from me, Yoongi.”
Yoongi looked into your eyes, trying to plead with you. “I’m serious, y/n. You can’t have the baby.”
“I can't—” You started, but stopped once someone grabbed your arm and spun you to face him. Lehun. “Let go of me!” You tell him. He didn’t let go. His grip was painful on your arm.
“That baby is worse than any demon. It’s worse than Yoongi. Worse than Wonho. And worse than me. We’re not letting that thing live!” He tells you.
You tried to pull away from his grip, but it was too tight. “You’re not having this baby. You’re not.” Lehun says.
“Let me go!” You yelled, but he still didn’t listen. His nails were digging into your flesh, surely creating wounds.
You felt hot tears starting to pour from your eyes. You looked over at Yoongi, who just stood there. He still looked worried, but did nothing to help you.
“Are you just gonna stand there?” You asked him, tears pouring down your eyes.
“Y/n…” He trailed off. “You can’t have this baby.”
Is that what he cares about? He didn’t care that you were crying, or in pain. All he cared about was getting rid of the baby.
“I’m not—” You started, but Lehun tightened his grip on your arm, causing you to yell out in pain. You look down to see blood streaming down your arm.
Tears streamed down your face and Yoongi didn’t look like he was going to help you anytime soon. You looked at Hoseok, the first boy who stood beside you.
He saw the tears in your eyes and immediately jumped into action, prying Lehun’s hand away from you.
Once his hand was off, you took a step back, crashing into Taehyung who wrapped his arms around you. Comforting you as you cried.
“Look!” Lehun says, grabbing your arm once again. He took your arm in his hand, inspecting it. His grip wasn’t as tight as before.
You look at your arm to see—nothing. Nothing was there, except the now dry blood that had cascaded down your arm before.
There were no cuts, or marks from not long ago when Lehun had dug his nails into your skin. It healed. It healed so fast.
“Look, she’s healing. The baby is giving her abilities. It has to go.” Lehun tells everyone.
You pulled your arm away from him, returning to your spot in Taehyung’s arms.
“Y/n…” Yoongi starts. You didn’t want to hear it. You know that he would just try to convince you to give up the baby.
You turned around, facing Taehyung as his arms were still wrapped around you.
“Take me home. Please.” You asked him, tears running down your cheeks.
Taehyung looked at Yoongi before looking back at you.
“Come on, lets go.”
“I have to go to the doctor, don’t I?” You asked as you, Taehyung and Hoseok sat on the couch in your apartment.
“Not unless you want the doctors to see that you have a demon baby inside of you.” Tae tells you.
“So how am I supposed to make sure that the baby is okay?” You ask. “You don’t.” Hoseok answers.
You sighed, looking at the two boys.
“How come you two don’t want me to get rid of the baby? Everyone else seems to.” You say.
“Because I love kids.” Taehyung smiles. “And I love Tae.” Hoseok also smiled.
Taehyung looked at Hoseok, smile still on his face. “I love you too, man.”
“Why is everyone so angry about it? It’s just a baby. What damage can it really do?” You questioned.
Both boys looked at you, raising their eyebrows.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Yoongi didn’t tell you, did he?” Taehyung asked. “Tell me what?” You asked.
Hoseok scoffed. “Of course he didn’t tell you.” He sighed. “Why does he insist on keeping things from her?” He asked Tae, who just shrugged.
“I’m confused.” You announced.
“Y/n,” Hoseok starts, looking up at you with soft eyes. “The reason that demons and humans aren’t supposed to be in relationships is because if the human gets pregnant, the baby can kill her.”
“What do you mean by kill?” You asked, trying not to assume the worse—even though you know what he meant.
“I mean kill. As in, you could die, y/n.”
“That explains why Yoongi doesn’t want me to keep the baby, but what about Lehun? He doesn’t care about me at all, so why would he want me to get rid of it?”
“Because it’s a cross breed between a human and a demon. There haven’t been many cases of these type of babies, but the ones that we’ve heard about were terrible. They went on killing sprees. Killing humans and demons. That’s why they established the rule that humans and demons can’t have relationships.” Hoseok explains.
“And because that baby gives you abilities. You saw how you healed earlier.” Taehyung explains. “While that baby is inside of you, you’ll be able to do things that you’ve never done before.” He says.
“You can heal, obviously. And you have super-demon strength! And you can teleport. You just have to learn first.” He says. “Oh!” He says, getting up excitedly. “You can control people. You know, like Yoongi and Lehun do. And maybe you’ll even be able to read minds like me!” He smiles.
“That is, if she doesn’t die.” Someone says. You all turned your heads to see Yoongi, who had literally appeared out of nowhere.
You sighed, not saying anything.
You were mad at him. How could you not be? Even if he didn’t want you to have the baby, he just stood there watching while Lehun grabbed you. He didn’t do anything about it. Isn’t Yoongi supposed to protect you?
No one wanted to speak up after Yoongi spoke, but Taehyung did it anyways. “Why are always so negative? You have to look on the positive side sometimes.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes at Taehyung. “Positive my ass. Nothing is positive about this situation.” He says.
“You’re so grumpy all the time. You’re gonna be a dad. Let loose, man.” Taehyung smiles, lightly nudging Yoongi with his elbow.
“I’m not going to be a dad. Y/n is getting rid of that baby.” Yoongi says.
You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not.” You huffed.
“You are.” Yoongi takes a step closer to you, causing you to take a step back. “I’m not.” You repeated.
“Hyung,” Hoseok starts. “It’s just a baby.”
“It’s not ‘just a baby.’ It’s a demon baby. It can kill her. And it can kill all of us.” Yoongi says, looking at his friend.
“I don’t care. I’m not getting rid of it.” You say.
Yoongi looked back at you. Instead of worry in his eyes, like you had seen earlier, his eyes were now full of anger. He stared at you, eyes piercing your skin. You felt like if he looked at you any longer, you would crack.
You showed no signs of giving up the baby. You weren’t going to do it. You couldn’t do it. Even if it kills you, it’s just a baby. It’s your baby.
Yoongi groaned before turning to face his two friends.
“Namjoon is waiting for you, Hoseok. He says he has to follow his human to a party and your human will be there too.” He says.
Hoseok also groaned, sighing. “Why are Jungkook and Jimin such party animals?” He asked himself.
“I’m glad my human isn’t like that. He’s a chill guy. He’s really corny though. You should meet him, y/n. He’s good company.” Taehyung explains.
“You talk about Jin so much. Why don’t you go marry him?” Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“I wouldn’t mind being married to a handsome guy.” Taehyung smiles.
“Come on, Tae. You can come with Namjoon and I.” Hoseok says, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and pulling him away.
“Wait.” Taehyung says, pulling away from Hoseok. He walked over to you, embracing you in a tight hug.
He pulled away, looking at you.
“I won’t let him take this baby away. It’s not happening.” You thought, not saying it out loud. You knew that Taehyung heard you anyways.
He smiled and nodded before walking back to Hoseok. They left your apartment, leaving you and Yoongi alone.
For the first time, you actually didn’t want to be alone with Yoongi.
It was silent for a few minutes.
“So, we’re just gonna stand here in silence?” You asked, sighing.
“You don’t want to listen to anything I have to say. What’s the point of talking?” Yoongi asks.
“You’re right.” You say, turning around to walk to your room.
As soon as you took your first step, Yoongi grabbed your arm, turning you back around.
“Don’t touch me.” You tell him, pulling your arm away from him.
Yoongi laughed and shook his head. “You’re mad at me now? For what?” He asks.
“Because you’re an asshole.” You stated.
“H—” Yoongi don’t get to to finish his sentence before you spoke. “Lehun was hurting me. You did nothing about it. I was in pain, Yoongi. Aren’t you supposed to protect me?”
“I co—” “And on top of that, you’re trying to make me get rid of the baby.” You say.
“The baby could kill you.” Yoongi tells you. “So what? I’d rather die than knowing my baby died because of me.” You said.
“You’re so stubborn, y/n. You asked if I’m supposed to protect you—well yes. Yes, I am supposed to protect you. And I’m trying to do that, but you won’t let me.” He explains.
“It’s a child, Yoongi. It’s a person. I’m not letting it die.” You tell him.
“Well I’m not letting you die, y/n.”
You rolled your eyes.
Yoongi took a step closer to you, hands tucked into fists. “Y/n, if you don’t get an abortion, I swear I'll—”
“You’ll what? Hit me? I’d like to see you try.” You scoffed, not believing that he would do such a thing.
“Why don’t you listen, y/n? You could die! This baby could kill you! I’m not letting that happen.”
“I’m not letting you take the baby away.” You tell him. “What’s your problem, Yoongi? Don’t you feel anything? The baby is yours. You’re going to be a dad. Shouldn’t you be happy?” You ask.
“I would be happy if you being pregnant didn’t mean that you’d have to die.” He says.
“Taehyung is right. You need to stop being so negative. Yes, there’s a chance that I could die, but there’s also a chance that I won’t.” You point out.
“I’m not taking that risk. I’m not letting you die.” Yoongi says. “If you died, everything would fall apart, y/n.”
“But you’d have a beautiful child.”
“I’m not sure how much I’d like the child if it was the reason that you died.” He says, honestly.
“Don’t say that!” You said, lightly hitting Yoongi’s chest. “Yoongi, no matter what, this is your baby. You can’t tell me that you’re not even a little bit excited. Isn’t it exciting to be a parent?”
Yoongi shook his head. “I don’t want a child if it means that you would die.”
“Why are you like this? Can’t you think about something other than me?” You ask.
“No. I can’t. I love you, y/n. You’re my whole world, my whole life. I’m not letting you get taken away from me so easily. That’s why you can not have this baby.” He says.
You crossed your arms over your chest. “Well, I’m keeping it and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Once again, you turned around to your room, but Yoongi grabbed your arm, pulling you back. When he turned you around, your faces were only inches apart. You could feel his breath against your face. His eyes gazing into yours, searching for any sign that would make you agree with him.
“No! Y/n, no! You’re going to get rid of that baby. Now.” He says, tightening his grasp on your arm. “No!” You yelled, pulling your arm away from him. You felt tears form at the brim of your eyes.
He looked at you like you were crazy. How were you able to pull away from his grasp if he was holding on so tightly? Maybe it was the strength ability that Taehyung was telling you about.
Without saying anything else to him, you ran into your room. You were about to close the door, but Yoongi pushed it open, his force sending you tumbling backwards.
“Y/n, I’m serious. We’re going to get rid of this baby now.” He says in a stern voice.
“We’re not.” You said.
He took steps towards you, but with every step he took forward, you took a step backwards.
He reached his hand out to touch you, but you hit his hand, pushing it down. “Don’t touch me!” You yelled.
“Y/n, stop it! We have to get rid of it.” He tells you.
You shook your head, repeating the word “no” over and over. “Get out, Yoongi. I don’t want you here.” You say to him.
“What? No. I’m not leaving, y/n.”
“I don’t want you to stay. Just leave. Go stay at Namjoon and Hobi’s house or something. I don’t want you here.” You repeated.
“No.” He says.
“Yoongi, just get out!” You yelled, pointing towards the door. As you pointed to the door, the door slammed shut, causing your eyes to widen.
Yoongi looked at the door before looking at you with wide eye. “Y/n…you—” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before you spoke, tears rolling down your face.
“Leave. Please, just leave.” You pleaded, looking down at the ground.
A couple of seconds passed, as if Yoongi was going to say something, but he didn’t. He sighed before turning around and walking to the door.
You looked at his back as he walked. When he got to the door, he turned around, looking at you. Neither of you said anything. After that, he left. He walked out the door, not bothering to close it.
A few moments later, you heard the front door open and close, meaning that he left through there.
You sat down on your bed, tears falling down.
You wanted Yoongi to leave, so when he was finally gone, why did you feel so empty?
It’s not a good time in Hellsing fandom and it’s really upsetting. All I can see on my tumblr dash is hate, judging and fit throwing and all of this coming mostly from grown-up, experienced people…
My friend @shoriani was accused of supporting pedophilia. People unfollowed her and called her names because she wrote one thing that was badly interpreted. So I felt the need to write something on that matter too. And yes, I am aware I might also lose followers, and some of them will probably be the same ones that unfollowed Shori. But well, if you think of me so badly, just do it now and do not even bother to read what I wrote here, because it means you don’t know anything about me…