The first time Damian had a nightmare in front of Dick they were still getting started as Batman and Robin. Dick didn’t hesitate a moment when he heard his little brother’s distress. He slid into bed next to Damian ignoring Tim’s voice in his head chanting how dangerous Damian was and pulled the boy close to him. Because that’s what Damian was. A little boy terrified in the night, and Dick knew exactly what to do. He sung quietly until Damian fell back into a deep restful sleep.
The first time Jason was around Damian during one of the kid’s nightmares was an odd time for them both. Jason had somehow ended up watching him when they both came down with a cold. Damian had fallen asleep on his couch watching some horror movie Bruce would never allow. Jason had no idea what to do at first when Damian started thrashing on the couch. But then the boy cried out for his mother and Jason’s instincts kicked in as he carefully lifted Damian into his arms whispering soothing words, his arms a tight comfort.
Damian’s first nightmare around Tim was completely different. They’d been out fighting together and it had somehow turned into a mid-patrol argument. Out of the blue Tim took a bullet for Damian. Damian who’d been crowing about being a blood son. Damian whose blood didn’t match Tim’s and had to watch as Bruce found someone else to donate. Damian who crawled up next to his brother because his nightmare was losing the family he’d worked so hard to gain. And when Tim woke up, half aware of himself half on painkillers he knew exactly what to do when he found Damian stubbornly pressed against his side. He wrapped an arm around his brother and whispered the words. “It’s ok”
Bruce hadn’t been back but a few weeks when Damian had a nightmare. Grayson had stopped living with them and Damian was at the Manor. Strange and foreign he’d never admit to jumping at shadows in the night. He stood outside his fathers room for a solid half hour before going in. He had no idea what to expect from the man. He’d known distance so far, the opposite of Grayson’s warmth, but there was no one else. So he climbed into Father’s huge bed and perched at the edge. Happy to be close at least. A minute later Father was getting up and Damian had squished his eyes closed against any anger. Instead strong arms picked him up then they were lying together, Damian pressed against his father’s chest, stiff as a board because Father had never done this before. A hand pressed to his hair and Damian realized that his father had done this before. With each of his children. So Damian let himself relax and curl closer to his father who knew exactly what to do to comfort him.
A/N: This is the first story I’m posting on Tumblr! I hope you like it! I will always take requests if you wanna send me any. Anyways please enjoy!
PS: This is just part 1 and it maybe kinda slow.
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“What are we going to do?” Your mother whisper quietly to her husband. Her disappointment in your father was clear, as her face framed her emotions, all of them ranging from anger and frustration to anxiety and worry.
“I don’t know, but I’m so sorry.” Your dad said, remorse filling his voice. “I’m sorry. I’ve should’ve found a better way. I could’ve-”
“Are they coming?” Your mother cut him off, igniting a new problem in their minds.
“I don’t know. They didn’t say they would.” Your father said. As if on cue, the doorbell chimed through the house. Little three-year-old you smiled and ran towards the door.
“Mommy, Mommy someone’s here!” You giggled joyfully. As you stood in front of the door waiting for someone to open it. Your mother picked you up and carried you away from the front door.
“Sweetheart, (Y/N), go play in your room please.” You looked at your mother with wide eyes and nodded your head. She carefully set you down and you headed towards your room. Your mother watched as you climbed the steps and went to your room. The sound of the doorbell broke her trance. She looked at the door with panic and fear as she turned the knob. She plastered a smile on her face as the door swung open.
Her smile dropped as her visitor sprouted a malicious one. Before her stood Mr. Kwon, a high class mafia boss, one of the richest men in the world, and the man your father owes more than 3 billion dollars too.
“Hello. You must be (Y/M/N). I’m sure your know who I am.” He said. His voice was smooth and sharp, like a knife. He was older than what his appearance said, although a few grey hairs had threatened show. He had cunning cat-like eyes and thin lips. He was surrounded by men, all covered in dark clothing, except a little boy whom wore red and clinged to Mr. Kwon’s legs. He had big round cheeks and short jet black hair with dark brown eyes. He couldn’t be older than five. Your father walked up to your mother and gave Mr. Kwon a loose awkward smile.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” He said his voice wavering. “Please come in.”
Mr. Kwon gave him a curt nod, a devilish smile plastered on his face. Mr. Kwon held the little boy’s free hand, the boy’s other hand was occupied by a bright red gift bag. Mr. Kwon lead the little boy inside, then followed by all the men around him.
“Thank you for inviting us. Who knows what would happen if you didn’t.” Mr. Kwon said. He took off his shoes then turned towards the little boy to help. His shoes already off and neatly set together on the mat holding other shoes. You mom and dad led the way towards your kitchen. Mr. Kwon sat down and pulled the boy closer to him.”This is my son Ji Yong. He seemed lonely, and I’ve heard that you have a daughter.”
At his words your mom and dad shot up, terrified about Mr. Kwon’s plans. Young Ji Yong clutched the gift bag to his chest. Mr. Kwon smiled at their fear, his eyes scanning over your parents. “Why don’t you call her over?”
His request sent chills up your mother’s spine. She frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but your father stopped her. She glared at him, until he nudged her, hinting at how the men around them were reaching for their guns. Ji Yong started at your mother watching her first instinct to defy his father.
“(Y/N), come down here please.” Your father called stiffly. Ji Yong watched your parents carefully, his gaze then switching to the men that came with them. The men listened to his father out of respect, while your parents listened out of fear. Ji Yong sometimes envied the control that his father had. Ji Yong looked up at his father, who looked down and smiled fondly at him. Little footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs at an uneven, yet steady pace. You walked towards the kitchen, a smile on your face. As you stepped into the kitchen, your smile fell. You looked at mom and a small smile formed on your face as you ran to her. You eyed the men in the room, your innocent eyes staring out of curiosity, as you hid behind your mother’s legs.
“Hi there. You must be (Y/N).” Mr. Kwon said. Your parents grabbed your shoulders and pulled you closer to them. You made eye contact with Mr. Kwon, who looked at you expectantly. You nodded your head then looked at the floor. Mr. Kwon chuckled at your cuteness and guided Ji Yong so he stands in front of him. Ji Yong was staring at you, watching you in curiosity. You didn’t seem afraid, just shy.
“This is my son Ji Yong. He came to play with you (Y/N).” Mr. Kwon said. Your head shot up, eyes wide. You’ve never had someone to play with before. Ji Yong smiled at you and you stepped away from your mother. Her grip on your shoulders tightened as she pulled you back to her. The men in black were quick to react as their hands went to their belts, grabbing their weapons.
“Gentlemen, gentlemen, calm down. We’re trying to make friends. Isn’t that right (Y/L/N)?” Mr. Kwon’s taunting smile threatened your mother and father. You watched the men as their hands backed away slowly from their guns. Your father pried your mother’s hands off your shoulders. Ji Yong stepped towards you as you walked away from your mother and towards him.
“Hi there.” Ji Yong said softly. His voice was quiet, but reached your ears softly. You gave him a shy wave and looked at him with wide curious eyes. He smile softly and stepped closer to you.
“(Y/N), can you take Ji Yong to play up in your room? I need to talk to your parents.” Mr. Kwon’s voice asked. His voice very calm and relaxed, while your parents quivred in fear. You nodded your head and walked towards Ji Yong, grabbing his hand in your tiny one.
“Come on.” You said quietly, still feeling slightly shy. You were happy to play with somebody, but that doesn’t mean you knew them. Your parent’s had always said to never trust a stranger, and you still didn’t know anything about Ji Yong, except for his name. You lead him away from the kitchen and towards the stairs leading to the upper level of the house. Ji Yong’s hand was able to wrap around yours easily, almost engulfing your tiny one. The red gift bag made crinkling noises as he walked up stairs with you guiding him up and out.
Your parents watched Mr. Kwon, his venomous smile ready to unleash his hidden plan that would soon haunt them. Everyone could hear the footsteps as they reached the top of the steps, as well as the rustling the gift bag made as Ji Yong climbed the steps. It wasn’t until the squeaking of your door, followed by the sound of it shutting, did Mr. Kwon finally say something.
“You’re in quite the pickle aren’t you (Y/L/N)?” Mr. Kwon said, getting up from his seat and stalking his way towards the refrigerator. He opened it carelessly and grabbed a drink. “Three billion dollars. That’s a lot of money. Not to mention the men, and the time I lost without that money. You sir, owe me a lot in order to compensate what I lost.”
“It’s okay though, I’ve decided there are a few things we could do to fix your little problem.” Mr. Kwon had them and he knew it. The way your father’s eyes lit up, but at the same time your mother’s skeptical eyes glared, preparing for what he had planned for her family.
“Your daughter is wonderful, by the way. She seems very shy, yet I think she’ll be very independent.” Your mother narrowed her eyes at him. Mr. Kwon just smirked, happy that he was able to get some reaction out of her. He loved seeing how people tried to defy him, like they would have a chance to prove him wrong, especially when he had the power to be right.
“Stay away from my daughter. She has nothing to do with this.” Your mother said. The men around them reached for their guns, but made no effort to aim them.
“Sweetheart you are in no position to be making orders. Your husband here, has wasted a lot of my money, my time, and my men. You must know how valuable money is. Things always seem to be more expensive when you have kids, don’t they.” Mr. Kwon paused, taking a sip of his drink. His pause went on a little longer, not only for dramatic effect, but he wanted to watch as fear sunk into your mother’s eyes. “I just want to make sure I have what I need to solidify my child’s future.”
“What do you mean?” Your father asked cautiously. Mr. Kwon malicious smile appeared once again. He stayed quiet until he heard what he had been waiting for. The house seemed to echo your screams soon followed by a quieter, more joyful fit of giggles. Your parents faces fell containing their horror and shock.
You smiled and clung to Ji Yong as he giggled and smiled. You had been playing together for quite sometime, enjoy each other’s company, well at least you were. After you had gotten to your room he had given you his gift. The shiny red bag with the red and white tissue paper preventing you from seeing to the gift. Ji Yong watched as you unwrapped the gift slowly but surely making your way to the object his father picked out for you. Ji Yong knew what was going on down stairs. He already knew the ultimatum his father would be giving your parents in a minute. He knew what his father had planned for his future, and Ji Yong trusted his father enough to let him take control. So he sat back and watched your eyes light up with joy as you pulled out a fuzzy deep blue blanket that held another item. Along with the blanket was a stuffed dog, a blue ribbon acting as a small collar. You pulled the blanket around you and held onto the dog, creating a small tent just for yourself.
“Do you like it?” Ji Yong asked. You smile and nodded happily.
“Thank you.” You said sweetly. Ji Yong gave you his wide smile and scooted closer to you. “Wanna help me make a fort?”
After a few minutes of setting up, Ji Yong pushing chairs and pillows, and you sitting with blankets directing him where things should go, the fort was done and filled with all your stuffed animals. Ji Yong crawled his way into the fort, making you giggle as he commando crawled. You scooted over to make room for him, only to run into Miss Cupcake, your stuffed unicorn, causing you to sit on her hind legs due to the lack of space. He smiled at you and grabbed a storybook, showing off his skill of reading to you. Although the few words he skipped caused rifts in the story, you enjoyed the effort he made and soon you two started playing games.
Half way through the game of hide and seek in your room (which didn’t last two round thanks to Miss Cupcake being a tattle tale). Ji Yong had found you in your closet and scared you by tickling your sides causing you to scream. You fell over on top of him in a fit of giggles and kept rolling until his torture ended. By then he was smiling and you were a fit of giggles. Ji Yong would just smile at you and you couldn’t stop laughing.
“You are not going to take my daughter away from me and give her away like some prize.” Your mother growled at Mr. Kwon. He raised his eyebrow in amusement as the men around them pulled out their guns and aimed them at your mother. Your father pulled her closer to him and held her tightly against his chest. Calming down, her growling of ungodly words had settled to a glare as Mr. Kwon casually sipped his drink. Your giggles still echoing in the house.
“You see, I planned to let her live with you. Let you raise her, teach her what she’ll need to know, until Ji Yong can take my spot. Then she’ll become apart of the mafia world, alongside my son. Or we can continue this, let you struggle and fight to save your only daughter. Which will end up with both of you dead on the floor, and (Y/N) an orphan. I guess we’ll just have to take her in early then. So your choice (Y/L/N), now or later.” Mr. Kwon stood patiently waiting for their answer. Your mother calmed down, but her glare was steady. The men lowered their weapons as your mother nodded her head and Mr. Kwon smiled at his victory.
“Good choice.” Mr. Kwon was cut off by hurried foot steps and the sound of giggling. You ran into the kitchen, the fuzzy blue blanket still wrapped around you. You hid behind your mother’s legs, your giggling dying down. Ji Yong ran to catch up with you and caught you in the kitchen. Your giggles grew back to life again and you ran away from your mother and towards Mr. Kwon. You hid behind his legs, until he picked you up.
“Do you like your gift (Y/N)?” He asked sweetly. You nodded your head shyly and buried yourself in the blanket more.
“She’s still shy around you dad.” Ji Yong said. Mr. Kwon looked down at Ji Yong and smiled. He set you down carefully then smiled at your parents. They watched in horror as you giggle playfully with Ji Yong, him tickling you as you fell onto the floor again.
“This has been wonderful, but we must get going Ji Yong, you have to get to bed soon.” Mr. Kwon said, a knowing smile on his face. A whine sounded from both you and Ji Yong as you two stopped playing. Ji Yong helped you up and then sent a smile your way. You couldn’t help but giggle as you covered his head with the blanket once more. He smiled at you then pulled away and looked up at his father. Mr. Kwon guided Ji Yong towards his shoes and got ready to leave, with you trailing behind them silently. You gave Ji Yong one last smile, which was quickly returned by a wide one of his own.
“Goodbye little (Y/N), hopefully we’ll see you soon.” Mr. Kwon said sweetly at you. You smiled back at him and gave him a small wave.
“I hope you understand our deal (Y/L/N). We don’t want anything to get ruined.” Mr. Kwon said, his malicious smile returning once more. Your father gave him a curt nod, satisfying Mr. Kwon.
“Bye Bye Yongie.” You said to Ji Yong smiling. Mr. Kwon smiled down at his shoes, while your parents stood motionless. Ji Yong turned and smiled at you and waved. His shoes on and ready to go.
“Bye (Y/N). I’ll see you later.” Ji Yong replied. Mr. Kwon held Ji Yong’s hand and walked out the door, leaving you to wonder when they’ll come back.
Mothers Who Abuse Their Children and Why Society Accepts it
I’ve seen posts talk about how the idea of motherhood and mothers having a better bond with their children and mothers having a “natural instinct” has hurt fathers and has even caused close interactions btw father and child to be looked down upon and seen a societally unacceptable etc.
But what I haven’t seen is a post that talks about how societies idealized view of relationships between mothers and their children is directly related to society’s acceptance of mothers abusing their children.
Our society activity accepts abuse from mothers and this needs to end.
The idea that if your mother hits you it’s discipline but if your father hits you it’s abuse is wrong. Both interactions are instances of abuse.
I have grown up with a mother who has chased me through the house, punched me many times, kicked me, hurt to me to the point where I’ve been physically ill for weeks. I am a victim of many years physical, emotional and mental abuse.
I suffer from night terrors of my abuse, triggers, touch repulsions, borderline personality disorder, panic disorder, chronic major depressive disorder (my depressive episodes are more frequent than depressive orders typically are for mdd) as a result of how she has abused me throughout my childhood and into my adulthood.
But people, many people even professional therapists have all insisted that as her child I owe her love and affection. Even people who have witnessed her abusing me insist that it is my job to love her because she decided to give birth to me. And decided to raise me.
This mindset has kept many children from being able to seek the help that they need. This mindset keeps children who are dealing with situations they should never have to think about victims to their mother’s abuse. It puts childrens lives in danger. It puts their mental health in danger.
Friends, family, social workers, psychologists, therapists, have all insisted to me throughout my childhood. That I was responsible for my mother, a grown adult, attacking me. That it was still my job as the person she gave birth to, to love her. Because of how society idealizes motherhood.
This cycle needs to end. Immediately. We don’t need put another generation of children through this. We can end this to help children as well as adults who are victims of their mother’s abuse rather than teaching them that it’s acceptable.
Take care of the children. Staying home to raise your children is not for the faint of heart. It is a daily challenge, but very rewarding in the end. Your Husband is probably an amazing Father, but he will never have the same emotional connection that you do with your children. Mothers have a maternal instinct and a bond with their babies cannot be broken. Utilize parenting techniques that work for both of you. Your Husband should act as lead disciplinarian, with you acting at the lead nurturer. This instills structure and a hierarchy in your home; teaching your children to respect authority. This starts by submitting to your husband, in turn your children will have a model to emulate.
Cook and bake well. Being in charge of your family’s nutrition is of the upmost importance. Making mac and cheese from a box every night dosent count. Cooking shows, online tutorials/ courses and cookbooks are all great references. Prepping meals earlier in the day or the night before is also a big help when it comes to managing family time in the evenings.
Keep your home clean. The home should be a relaxing environment. A disorderly home causes stress and anxiety. Your Husband wants to come home to an orderly home. If you have very small children, your Husband should allow you some leeway here, as young children are professional lil’ mess-makers.
Put effort into your appearance. Look attractive for him, never “let yourself go.” Take time to do your hair and make-up. Online make-up tutorials are helpful. Wear tight fitting clothes; low cut shirts and yoga pants when in the house. If your Husband prefers that you dress more modestly while outside, then do so accordingly.
Never deny any type of sexual advances from your Husband. Additionally, your acceptance should be paired with enthusiasm. Your Husband should feel comfortable to act out any sexual ideas/fantasies that he may have. Once married, ANY kind of sexual act between a Husband and wife is deemed as an “act of love.” Dick sucking/oral sex should be offered daily and is also an act of submission in and of itself.
When you are out alone, never partake in anything that your Husband wouldn’t approve of. If you have to hide something, then you shouldn’t be doing it in the first place.
Dont spend too much time on your phone or tablet when your Husband is home. Additionally, when your Husband speaks to you, look up at him and not down at your phone when replying.
Do not argue aggressively with him. Communicate openly and calmly about any issues that arise. Both partners deserve to be heard respectfully. Your opinion is important to your Husband as he doesn’t want a doormat. But as Man of the house, he should make the final decision.
Save money. Housewives are often seen as “kept women” who shop and spend frivolously. Alternatively, many housewives will tell you what a complete fallacy that is. Learning how to budget money properly, couponing and keeping a stockpile are all important aspects of running your home efficiently.
Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house,
perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and
finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your
life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to
leave the family.
When you and Tae return from your work on Friday, he doesn’t
even let you take off his jacket properly. He quickly gets rid of his shoes and
runs off to somewhere in the house.
You know what he feels. Of course you know, don’t you feel
the same too? Everything inside your body is shaking from nervousness or
excitement or maybe anxiety, but this time you are determined to control
yourself. You are a mother. You won’t let yourself act like a teenager again.
What did ted think about the fan mail he received or when girls would turn up to trials to see him?
He loved the attention during his trial, he was the superstar of his own show. He waved or winked to the girls. He received a lot of letters but answered to people he didn’t know only from time to time (which gave us this iconic letter ! ). He received all kind of letters though, from people with a mothering instinct to the extreme groupies like Janet (which gave us a good story shared in The Only Living Witness) :
Most worshipful was a woman named Janet, who began writing Bundy in the summer of 1979. He returned a single letter after going to Death Row, enough response from her hero to inspire Janet for months. In September, she wrote him, “I got the letter you sent me and read it again. I kissed it all over and held it to me. I don’t mind telling you I am crying. I just don’t see how I can stand it anymore. I love you so very much, Ted.” Janet sent him photographs of her and begged for pictures back. Her letters poured in. “I adore you and I just can’t stand not hearing from you,” she wrote. “It’s absolutely tearing me apart. You are so precious to me. I want you so much I can almost taste it. What I wouldn’t give to have an hour alone with you. I would show you in every way how much I love you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do.” Janet, who was married, was jealous of Carole. “I guess I should not be writing to you until I get a letter from you letting me know just where I stand,” she once ventured. Janet was willing to overlook Carole, even though “you can’t imagine how bad it hurts me and still is tearing my insides out.”
Janet the letter writer came and started at him. Pale, with severely pulled-back hair, Janet sat smoldering for Ted. She apparently meant what she said in her love letters. “Dear Carole,” Ted wrote one day, “please do not sit in the same row with Janet. When I look over toward you, there she sits contemplating me with her mad eyes like a deranged seagull studying a clam. I can feel her spreading hot sauce on me already.”
Hotaru’s room at Kasugayama (Kenshin’s castle) is full of toys.
Lol, several explanations for this:
Kenshin SPOILS him (because really, Kenshin spoils everybody, even his supposed mortal enemy *coughcoughcoughshingencoughcough*)
Also, it’s a mean to keep him entertained (and or distracted, depending on the situation)
Boy’s essentially a bubble boy who is just burst out his bubble so he needs basic education on How to Normal People and they start from the basic, this Uesugi Clan.
This is from the special Tenka natsumatsuri story.
The theme is rouge! Lol!
At first I was like ohhh NOE, BABY FIREFLY’S GONNA USE THAT ROUGE TO PAINT HIS WALL LIKE CRAYON, ISN’T HE?!!!!
Seriously I would sock anyone who messes with my favourite lipstick.
Spoiler after the break.
Tsuki MC just purchased this small pot of rouge, which she brought to Hotaru’s room to show him (Why? Because Tsuki MC thought Baby Firefly needs a lesson in women’s habitual grooming? lol, dunno)
“What is that?” asked Hotaru.
“This is rouge. girls use this to paint their faces.”
Hotaru picked and eyed the rouge curiously.
“Why paint their faces?”
Why? MC mused, she thought of Kaede who always looked pretty with her impeccable make up skill *snorts, there’s a reason for that, MC-chan*.
“Because they want to look cute…”
“Because…,” MC has never really thought of it. “because, I think, they want to look cuter to the person they like.”
Curiously he dipped his finger on the rouge then brought it to MC’s lips.
“Paint, like this?”
He swiped his finger on MC’s lips, gently. MC was aware how close he was and she’s getting the doki-doki.
Then Hotaru went silent -
“So how do-”
Hotaru cut her off by kissing her. So sudden she didn’t have time to react other than blushed furiously after and sputtered.
“MC, you’re cute,” Hotaru smiled innocently. “You thought you’d be cuter, but it’s not true.”
“I like (suki) you either way.”
MC melted inside. Like, boy, you don’t just say those things to me like that. She knew that she was hopelessly falling for this boy.
AREN’T WE ALL MC, AREN’T WE ALL! BABY FIREFLY IS THE MOST PRECIOUS EVER *sobs*. I LIKE HIS BRAND POSITIONING IN TENKA TSUKI.
The other shinobi feels somewhat an amalgamation of the Hana samurai *casually side-eyeing Goemon and Sasuke* but Hotaru is unique because I feel like he’s filled the younger boy-eager-to-learn trope that tugged at my theoretically non-existent mother instinct, and is the lethal combination of innocence and angst and HAWTNESS and ninja-magic.
as a girl growing up, i was taught that it was inevitable for me to have children one day. i would go through pregnancy, probably more than once, and raise the children that resulted from them. this was reinforced through thousands of small reactions for as long as i can remember. i was given dolls to play with and heard that women just have a “maternal instinct.” my mother would take me and not my brothers to baby showers. when family friends came over with their children, it fell to me to babysit. through all of this, i learned two things: that i loved children but that i never wanted my own. and yet, from a lifetime of programming (aka female socialization) i still had the belief that i would be a mother one day.
i am so relieved, today at 23, to know that isn’t true. i will never be a mother. i will never experience pregnancy. and it is such a relieving thought.
of course, i’m still told i will change my mind. even those who know i’m a lesbian treat future motherhood as an inevitability for me. my own opinions and words are belittled. i have a maternal instinct, after all. it will show itself one day.
i wish i could tell all little girls they don’t have to become mothers. they never, ever have to have a baby of their own. i wish motherhood was a conscious choice instead of a role we are groomed for. i wish little girls knew, just as little boys know, that their body belongs to them and they can decide for themselves what to do with it.
we are not born future mothers. it is not inevitable. female socialization tells us lies.
Haha perfect, I was waiting for someone to ask! :3
Blue was a mix of worried and panic and fear at this point. As soon as Black and Green had gotten them into the Castle, she scooped up her Paladin and booked it out of her metal body, Shiro running along next to her as she barreled towards the healing pods, Lance limp in her arms and dripping blood onto the white floors.
As soon as she had gotten him into the Altean healing pod, she backed up, sides heaving as her eyes flicked over his sleeping face, still too unsettled to relax. She paced in front of the pod, rumbling worriedly. Shiro spoke up in an attempt to calm the agitated Lion woman. “Uh, Blue… he’ll be alright you know. You should go get cleaned up, you’re covered in blood-” “I am perfectly fine, Black Paladin. I would prefer to stay here and keep an eye on Lance.” Blue replied coldly, a little more than peeved at the sudden concern her sister’s Paladin was showing.
Where had this concern been weeks ago, when her Paladin was crying? When he told her how ignored and abandoned he felt? Her mothering instincts were on fire. “I would like you to leave.” She said, not once taking her eyes off of Lance or his vitals reflected on the glass keeping him safe. “Excuse me?” Pidge said, as the rest of the team joined Shiro in the med bay. “I asked you to leave. You are not needed here. I can watch Lance on my own. You may go about your day as usual.” She huffed, pausing in her pacing to glare at them.
Hunk actually looked a little angry, the others matching his expression. “Hey, look, I get that you’re worried about Lance, but we’re worried too. He’s our friend-” Blue scoffed at Hunk’s words. “Are you really?” She hissed, her voice nothing but pure venom. Memories flooded into her head, fury filling her veins at the remembrance of every worry, every insecurity, every feeling Lance had poured out to her while he cried over his abandonment by the people he thought were his family out here in space. Keith looked a little startled. “What are you talking about? Yes, really! He’s a part of the team and-” the little spitfire started but Blue had enough.
“Well where was this sudden concern weeks ago?!?” She roared, silencing the shocked humans. “Do you have any idea what he felt like when you all suddenly started ignoring him like he didn’t exist?!? He cried! He was so upset! He thought you all abandoned him! You never talked to him anymore, all you did was put him down for his mistakes and stopped praising him!!! He told me over and over how useless he felt, how I should pick a new Blue Paladin because he wasn’t any good for Voltron! And I couldn’t do anything to fix it because I was broken and unable to talk in words to make him feel better!!! So no, YOU DON’T GET TO PLAY THE WORRIED FRIENDS CARD WHEN YOU STOPPED TREATING HIM LIKE A MEMBER OF THE TEAM ALL THOSE WEEKS AGO!!! Now leave!!!”
Her furious rant over, she stood protectively in front of the pod holding her Paladin, breathing out hard, hot angry puffs of air and fists clenched at her sides, glaring at the shocked and silent humans her pilot had once called “friends”. Her sisters had been hanging near the door during Blue’s tirade, and now moved to pull their respective Paladins out. As soon as everyone was gone and the door had slid shut, Blue deflated and turned back to her precious cub. Resting a hand on the glass, she stared at his peaceful face.
“I’m so sorry I let this happen… I hope that this time, the team won’t be torn apart…” she murmured, before allowing herself to sit and lean against the pod holding her human, and let her eyes slide shut, not sleeping, merely resting, yet still alert.
Just in case.
Blue explodes! :D part 6? I fully intend to put more Shance in the next part if you guys still want more, haha :3
Are human-Cybertronian hybrids possible? I have a character who is one but I need to know if it is actually canonically possible. Then again , I do use Godzilla characters in the fanfic my character appears in so idk
As in, can a Transformer scan a human being and take a human form? There are a few cases. In Super-God Masterforce, the Autobot Pretenders are capable of converting the living metal of their bodies into organic cells, back and forth, to pose as human begins and live in Earth society. Here’s Metalhawk summoning his armor, and going from human to robot:
But that’s less a hybrid than a cellular conversion - they’re only ever one thing at one time, and switch back and forth. The real human-Transformer hybrid is Sari Sumdac, who came into being when a protoform scanned Isaac Sumdac’s human DNA and adopted a techno-organic form.
Also, there’s the case of Alice from Revenge of the Fallen. The finished film doesn’t explain how she adopts a human form - the original script had intended to explain it by having her just scan a theme park animatronic, meaning she wasn’t really a hybrid, just a normal Transformer who had scanned a clever disguise.
But IDW’s tie-in comics didn’t go for that - they expanded on the character a little, revealing that she was one of a breed of Transformers called “Pretenders” for whom the ability to adopt such forms was a unique power, and that she had taken other forms in the past also based on human beings. Prolonged adoption of human forms and immersion in human society and culture had psychological effects on the Pretender; Soundwave deemed it humanity’s “particular brand of madness,” but it in addition to violence and instability, the Pretender also began to exhibit human sentimentality, expressing mothering instincts toward the protoforms on the Nemesis.
Request from anon for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:
#25 - “Shut up and kiss me.”
#41 - “I need your help.”
#87 - “You owe me big time.”
A/N - I kept Donna alive and well in this by the way!!
You’re cruising down the highway, windows down and music up as you head into Charming. You’d been away for a few months visiting family, and you’d decided to surprise your best friend Opie by just turning up to TM, in the hopes that he would be there of course.
But as always, something has to go wrong, and that’s just what happens when your car starts making a noise that it should not be making. With a groan, you pull over and get out of the car, pretending that you’ve got some sort of knowledge on motors.
Yanking up the hood, you start practically choking as you’re slammed in the face with smoke, the rest of it rising up into the air as you try to fan it away. Groaning to yourself, you pull out your phone. There goes the surprise.
You open your drivers seat door, sitting in and letting your legs hang out as you listen to the dial tone, knowing Ope was never that good at answering.
“Hello?” You smile involuntarily at the sound of his voice, butterflies swarming in your stomach.
“Guess you never did get around to saving my number, hm?“ You scold, kicking the loose stones on the floor. “I swear you’re like a grandad when it comes to technology.”
“Nice to hear from you too. You’re lucky I’ve still got the same number, we usually have to change it every few months.” He sasses, his voice still as gruff, although you can hear the smile as he talks.
“Guess I’m just a lucky bitch, aren’t I?” He chuckles down the line, and you can imagine him shaking his head and combing his hair back, excitement rushing through you knowing you’re going to see him really soon.
“The one and only. How’s it going back home?” You inhale sharply, acting as if there is a serious problem, wanting to surprise him as much as possible.
“That’s why I called actually. I need your help.” You flood your voice with concern, thanking your high school theatre days for helping you become so dramatic.
“Shit, (Y/N), are you in trouble? I told you to go our charter up there if you needed anything.” You pull out a cigarette as he lectures you on the other end, lighting it up and taking a drag, letting the nicotine run through your veins.
“Calm it, worry wart. It’s just, I’m about five minutes out of good old Charming town, by that little field we used to get high in. Yeah, my piece of shit motor has conked out on me. Could really do with a tow.” You walk back out to your bonnet, where the smoking has subsided but now it’s sort of hissing.
“You’re back in Charming? Why? I mean not that it won’t be good to see you-” He tries to cover himself, you smirking at his nervousness.
“That relative I went for? Yeah, he died.” You take a drag of your cigarette as Opie stays silent, not knowing what to say. “I’m alright though. So, see you in twenty?”
You hear him hesitate, probably wanting to console you, but let’s it go. He huffs dramatically, “You owe me big time.”
You laugh, dropping your fag nub and putting it out with your foot. “Thanks, Ope. Can’t wait to see you.”
“Yeah, I’m sure there’s someone else you can’t wait to see, either.” He teases, you rolling your eyes in response, but not denying his statement.
“Yeah, yeah. See you soon, shithead.“
Leaning on the side of your car, you watch as Opie drops out of the van, slamming the door closed behind him. You stand up, walking over to meet him, him wrapping his arms around you tightly. He pulls away, placing a kiss to the top of your head.
“I can’t believe you’re still driving around in this piece of shit.“ He laughs, walking over to your car and looking under the bonnet. “Looks like an oil leak, and some of these parts could use a replacement. I’ll just hook it up and we’ll get going. ”
“Alright. So how’s Donna? The kids?” You ask, watching as he sorts out the hook up. You and her had always been quite close, helping out with Kenny and Ellie and spending nights drinking and gossiping.
“They’re all good. Donna asked about you the other day, wanted to know when you were coming back. I think she’s sick of being only surrounded by men.” You laugh, not realising how much you missed Charming until now. The MC, feeling welcome, like you belong somewhere. You loved your old home and family but you couldn’t be yourself the way you could be in Charming.
“I’ve missed her, and the kids. I’ll have to pop in tomorrow or something, once I’m settled in. How’s SAMCRO doing?” You follow Ope as he goes to the tow truck, the two of you getting in your respective sides, before he starts the engine up.
“A.T.F have been up our asses since you left, some bony bitch called Stahl. I’m sure she’ll introduce herself once she sees you’re connected to us.” He grumbles, as he begins the route to TM.
You smile as the scenery becomes more and more familiar, small talk passing between the two of you, and before long you pull into Teller-Morrow, a sick feeling in your stomach as the nerves almost choke you.
Once the engine is killed, you slip out of the vehicle, closing the door behind you as you slip your sunglasses over your eyes. The lot looks empty, and you’re not sure if you’re glad about that or not. You don’t have much time to think about it as the door to the clubhouse opens, members adorning leather pouring out.
“Jax is probably in his room.“ Opie states knowingly, a smirk on his lips. You opened your mouth to start to deny that that’s who you were hoping to see, but think better of it, brushing him off and walking towards the clubhouse.
Luckily, the clubhouse is empty when you walk in, making it seem a lot less nerve wracking. You look around, barely believing that it’s been six months since you walked through these doors. You walk towards the apartments, continuing until you reach Jax’s door.
You don’t even know what you’re supposed to say, you think, anxious feelings building higher and higher. It’s only Jax, you tell yourself, knocking on the door before you can chicken out.
“Yeah?” Your heart flutters as you hear him speak, the feelings that you’ve always kept for him rising closer to the surface. You turn the door handle, peeking your head through the door, seeing Jax laying on the bed, his back to you.
“It’s still as messy in here as it was when I left. Minus the croweaters. Hopefully.” You tease, stepping into the room. He looks over his shoulder, a side smile appearing on his lips as he takes you in. Cheeks blushing slightly, you smile at him, the two of you looking at the other for a second.
“I didn’t know you were back in town.” He says, pulling himself off the bed and coming to greet you, that same old Jax Teller scent encasing you as he hugs you. You wrap your arms around him, squeezing him, the two of you lingering a little longer than normal.
“Only just got here, Ope had to give me a ride.” He holds you at arms length as you explain, his eyebrow raising in question. “Car broke down. Again.”
You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you when he smiles, the sight still being as beautiful as ever. “You’d be better off walking.”
Fake laughing at his joke, you watch as he goes to his bed, slipping on his grey button up mechanic shirt, before he throws his arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the room. You try to seem casual as he talks to you, his face so close to yours you can see every strand of hair on his face, every fleck in his eyes.
Reaching outside, he removes his arm from you, the two of you walking to where your car is now sitting in the garage, the hood already up and ready to be worked on.
“(Y/N)? That you, sweetheart?” Gemma appears at the door of her office, her ears picking up the sound of your voice. She smiles lovingly at you, meeting you and pulling you into her arms. The two of you had mostly got on, a bit shaky at first but when she realised you were a good person with good intentions, she warmed to you quite well.
“It’s nice to have you back, the filing cabinet is looking a little crazy without your organising.” She grins, turning to look at Jax, who was now standing with Opie, his face lit up with humour. “He’s missed you, you know. You’re good for him.”
You choke slightly, your cheeks warming with embarrassment as you fail to act casual. “We’re just-”
“Friends. Yeah, I know, but a mother has these instincts. Maybe you should trust me on them.” You smile admiringly at her, nodding your head in acceptance.
“Yes, maam.” You reply, her telling you she’s throwing a ‘welcome back’ dinner for you tomorrow, and you promising you’ll be there before she disperses. You walk into the garage, recognising a few faces.
“Welcome back, lass.” Chibs greets you, followed by Clay and Piney, you hugging them all. Piney was like a second father to you, especially because of you being around Opie so much.
“She just can’t stay away.” Opie comments, all of the boys eyes looking behind you. You turn to see a car parking up in the lot, some skinny blonde bitch getting out of her car, making sure to check her reflection before she begins to walk over.
You look at Jax, the look on his face confirming your suspicions that this girl was here for him. Rolling your eyes internally, a heavy feeling resting in your gut, you turn back around and stand next to Opie.
“So, I was just wondering if I could get that lift home?” She flirts, her finger trailing up Jax’s chest. You can’t control the bubble of laughter that slips past your lips, the members in the garage, except for Jax, smirking amongst each other as they feel the tension rising.
The girl turns to look at you, chomping on her gum as she does. You feel your blood boiling just from her looking at you, the snarl on her lips making you glare. “Something funny, bitch?”
You raise your eyebrows, standing up completely straight as you step to her, making sure she knows you’re not intimidated by some barbie bitch.
“Didn’t you just drive here, in your own car? Yet you need a lift?” You question, the girl looking like she’s not used to being talked back to. “Just find your desperation funny, so I laughed. Problem?”
“Why don’t you just run along and find another MC to blow?” She spits, your eyes flickering to Jax who looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“I don’t have to suck dick to be able to stick around, unlike you.” You hear the men chuckle behind you, Chibs whistling lowly. “Maybe you should pay attention to people’s reactions, their facial expressions. Look around, nobody seems to be craving your attention do they?”
Her mouth opens and closes, not really knowing what to say. She looks at Jax, his jaw locked as he stares at her, the support that she’s hoping for obviously not going to come. You glare at her as she returns her attention to you, her eyes glinting mischievously.
“Well, honey, if you’re here for the VP, I gotta tell you,” she steps closer to you, getting in your face, your fist curling. “he’s already occupied.”
You try to keep your face neutral, not wanting to seem like a crazy bitch who’s obsessed with a guy she’s not even with.
“I’m happy for you, honestly. Though, I really doubt that him fucking you and then kicking you out as soon as he’s done counts as being anything serious.” The words are bitter on your tongue, the thought of Jax having sex with someone hurts your naive brain.
You barely have time to react before you feel a sting on your cheek, realising this bitch has slapped you. Scoffing, you feel your body engulf in rage, your fist flying into her face. She staggers back, her hand cradling her nose as it pours with blood, but you’re not finished yet.
Grabbing her round the throat, you slam her against one of the cars, your grip tight on her throat. “You EVER lay your fucking hands on me again, and I swear to god, I’ll cut them fucking off. Understand?”
Her head nods furiously as she tries to remove your hold from her neck. You pull her from the car, yanking back her hair and beginning to lead her to her car, sounds of pain emitting from her.
“You’re not welcome here, and you’re certainly not welcome around Jax. Stay the fuck away.” You release your hold, watching as she shakily gets in her car, driving away as quickly as she can, you not moving until she’s gone.
You walk back towards the garage, the men gathered outside, watching the show, clapping boyishly at you. You wave them off, smirking at them. “So, we gonna fix my ride?”
“Let’s do it.” Opie says, Jax watching you with an unreadable expression. The older men leave, just the three of you left in TM. You sit on the counter, enjoying the quaintness of the atmosphere.
“I forgot what it was like to see your angry side.” Opie jests, as he hands you some paperwork for you to fill in. You smile proudly, grabbing a pen from the side of you.
“Bitches shouldn’t piss me off.” You look at Jax, knowing he’s listening to the conversation but not really taking part. “Couldn’t you nail a nice girl for a change, Jackie boy?”
He looks at you, a smile making its way on to his lips as he attends to your car. You smile back, glad that you’ve diffused the awkward mood.
A ringing fills the room, Opie reaching into his pocket and answering the call, walking outside to talk. You continue to fill in the form, Jax watching you without your knowledge.
He cherishes the chance to look at you like this, so freely. The way your eyebrows knot when you’re concentrating. The way there is a little strand of hair that somehow always covers your face, your hand briskly sweeping it back everytime. He finds himself smiling, just from you doing nothing, the beauty you hold so pure and genuine.
“That was Donna.” Opie says, Jax pulling his focus away from you and turning back to the task at hand. “She needs me to pick up the kids from school. You okay to hold the fort, bro?”
Jax nods in response, you telling Opie to give the kids your love, him agreeing before leaving.
You finish the last part of the document, signing off with your signature, before placing it on the side and jumping down from the counter, Jax watching you from the corner of his eye.
He can’t help but watch your ass as you move, your jeans hugging your body in all the right ways. He internally slaps himself for his lack of concentration, knowing it’s only going to get worse as you drag a stool near him, sitting down so close that he can smell your perfume.
“I wish I could be of assistance, honestly, but I don’t really know shit about cars.” You admit, him shaking his head in amusement as he wipes his hands on a dirty rag.
“Pass me that part over there. The one next to the red spanner.” He adds, recognising your look of confusion. You do as he asks, passing him what he needs, your skin touching his as he grabs it from you.
“So, you got a boyfriend back home?” He tries to sound casual, a flutter in your stomach as he questions you. He looks at you, hoping that you give him the answer he wants to hear.
“Oh yeah, I’ve got loads of boyfriends back home.” Your words are nothing but sarcastic, Jax smirking, his shoulders relaxing as he knows you’re single. He tries to tell himself not to be so happy about it, you probably don’t even see him in that way.
“What about you? Has the infamous Jax Teller got anybody in line to be his Old Lady?” You force yourself to ask him, knowing that you want to find out either way, even if it hurts. At least you’ll know where you stand.
“Nah, not many can handle this life. Takes a certain kind of woman to be able to catch my eye.“ You look at your lap, fiddling with a loose thread on your jeans, your heart feeling crushed at his words.
Unbeknownst to you, you’re all that he’s describing. He knows you can handle this life, watching your fire and passion over the last few years that you’ve been around. You’re sexy, intelligent, respectful, you get on with his family. You’re perfect for him. He just doesn’t know how to get to you.
“I get that. Can’t trust these hoes.” He chuckles at you, a smile on your lips that doesn’t quite meet your eyes but he’s unsure why.
“So, where are you staying? Didn’t you stop renting that apartment once you left?“ He lights up a cigarette, your eyes breathing him in as he takes a drag, looking so sexy with no effort at all.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna check in to a motel I think, ‘till I find somewhere I want to live.” You explain, passing Jax a tool that he gestures to. He takes another drag of his cig, resting on the pillar near to you.
“You can stay at mine till you get settled, if you want. I’ve got a spare room, as long as you don’t mind the fact that I hog the shower.” You don’t know what to say as he looks at you, nerves seeping in as you think of whether that’s a good idea or not.
“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want to intrude.” He shakes his head at your protest, pulling a single key off his key chain and passing it to you.
“My mom would probably kill me if I didn’t offer, anyway.” You take the key from him, flipping the piece of metal between your fingers. “I’d rather you that than stay in some dodgy motel. You remember where I live, yeah?”
“Yeah, I do. Thank you, Jax, I can’t thank you enough.” You respond, standing up and slipping the key into your pocket.
You check your appearance in the mirror, your face freshly washed and your body freshly showered. You try not to panic, knowing that Jax is going to see you without makeup, your palms sweating slightly. Heading out of the bedroom, you walk towards the kitchen, going to grab yourself a cup of tea before heading to bed.
“Hey.” You greet as you emerge from the hallway, Jax sitting at the table. His eyes roam up and down your body, the pajama shorts you’re wearing leaving your legs bare. He feels himself hardening as you reach up into the cupboard, your ass threatening to peek out from the material.
“Want a brew?” You ask, looking over your shoulder. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you catch Jax rip his gaze away from your exposed skin, you holding up a mug in question.
“I’m good, thanks.” He chokes, clearing his throat. You finish making your drink in silence, trying not to feel awkward. Once you’re done, you slip into a chair opposite Jax, noticing he’s deep in thought.
“You okay?” You take a sip from your mug as he comes back to reality, a sigh leaving his lips as he nods at you.
“Just club shit.” He responds, grabbing a smoke and lighting it up. The two of you just look at each other for a moment, the silence feeling comfortable.
“Thanks again for this, Jax. I’m gonna start house hunting tomorrow.” You tell him, not wanting to overstay your welcome.
“Stay as long as you need, it’s nice to have some company around here.” You smile at his honesty, knowing how easy it is to feel lonely. Feeling brave, you reach across the table, placing your hand on top of his, his skin slightly rough under yours.
He looks at your hand on top of his, feeling so many different and conflicted feelings. You move your hand away, not knowing if you’ve overstepped a boundary or not. Why was this dude so hard to read?!
“I’m gonna head to bed.” He doubts his cig in the ashtray, his chair scraping the floor as he stands up. He moves over to you leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, your eyes closing involuntarily.
His lips linger on your skin, the sexual tension between you two shooting up to a million. His nose nudges yours, his breath warm on your skin, the smell of mint and smoke an intoxicating combination.
His lips skim yours, the movements between the two of you being so careful as not to ruin the moment. You close the distance, your lips pressing against his slowly, testing the waters. He responds instantly, his mouth moving against yours so skillfully.
Like a switch has been flicked, the kiss changes dramatically. Your hand goes to the back of his neck, pulling on the strands there as his teeth pull at your lower lip, a sound of pleasure slipping out of you. You stand up, Jax tapping your thighs, you taking the hint as you jump, wrapping your legs around him. He squeezes your ass in his large hands, kneading at the skin as your tongue battles with his, the two of you addicted to the taste of each other.
You feel yourself being placed down, the table taking your weight. Jax yanks your shirt, the material ripping under his fingers as your chest is exposed, the shirt being the only barrier.
His mouth wraps around on of your nipples, his tongue swirling as he kneads your other breast in his hand, your head dropping back as you gasp in pleasure. You’re not sure if you’ll regret this in the morning, but right now you’re too turned on to care.
He swiftly pulls of his shirt, your fingers exploring his muscled chest. He pushes you to lie down, his hands pulling at your shorts, your underwear being dragged down too as you’re left completely naked on the table.
Jax’s eyes feast on you, hardly being able to take how delicious you look, bare and ready infront of him. He pushes down his sweatpants and steps out of them, a nervous breath leaving your lips as you see how well endowed he is.
He pulls you to the edge of the table by your legs, his mouth placing a messy kiss on your lips before he spreads your legs, teasing your entrance with his shaft.
He pushes into you, your hands at the side of you for support as you adjust to his size, the feeling of fullness making you gasp. You watch his expression, his eyebrows furrowing as he feels you around him, your pussy so tight and slick.
A moan leaves your lips as he pulls out, pushing himself back in, your hand grabbing his face and attaching your lips with his, his mouth silencing your moans as he fucks you on the table.
Your whole body is electrified as he slams in and out of you, your neck probably a mess of marks as he bites and at the skin. You lie back, your hands moving to your chest, pulling at the sensitive nubs as Jax spreads your legs as wide as he can, his cock reaching deeper and deeper inside of you.
He hears your moans getting louder, sees your body arching off the table as he watches you reach orgasm, your fingers rubbing your clit as you explode around him. Your vision is clouded with stars, Jax fucking you through it as he groans deeply, emptying himself inside of you.
“Fuck.” he curses, enjoying the sight of yours and his juices seeping out of your hole as he pulls out, his thumb gently circling your sensitive clit, your body feeling tired and well spent.
You sit up, Jax helping you in getting off the table. You stand in front of him, his hands slipping down your naked body, resting on your bare ass as you lean against him.
“So, that was fun.” His tone is cheeky, his teeth nibbling at your ear, your body tingling at his touch.
“Shut up and kiss me.” You order, grabbing his head and locking your lips with his.
A/N - long af, hope you guys liked it!!! Smut wasn’t planned but felt like it went so :) xxxx
the prompt: could I maybe get a taeil one where he’s the gardener of her kingdom and he’s always thought the princess was the prettiest in the land but he knows she’ll never like him back but he’s come to terms with it but he still likes to make her smile so he gives her a flower every week with a fact about the flower and the meaning of the flower?
author note: haha jokes on you anon, she likes him back. also pls give love to my eldest son taeil, he’s so precious and deserves the stars.