#Heavy hurt

[morgansunflower]

What I Did

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, explicit language, blood, injuries, and angst

Words:1355

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V. Loosely based off the comic in which Grayson fakes his death instead this time Bruce does.

Bruce did it to save her. To save his family though now he must mend the hearts that he broke.

The bed was empty but only with the widow alone with only a picture and a memory of his tender face that brought her so much joy.. But now only brought heartbreak. Y/N's hands shake as she clings to her spouses pillow. Her heart felt as though it would stop beating has it heavies so much deeper. She could barley breathe as her chest was tightened. She began to stutter as her emotions raise to her throat, up to her eyes. She tightly closes her eyes as tears seep through. She began to cry as she wishes he would wrap his arms around her and shush her tears. Was she going to never going to feel his heart beating against her own? Would she never feel his heart melting bare skin against her own.

She began to sob "Y-you can't be gone.."

.......

Bruce stood in his black short sleeve shirt, and pants. His bare-feet touching the wooden floor of the temporary safe house. He had faked his death and went undercover at the Spyral agency. After Y/N's identity had been nearly compromised. He couldn't risk her getting killed. So many sleepless nights consumed with remorse that he hurt her. That he hurt his family. He missed the feel of her skin. Her beautiful voice. Her lips. Her kindness that melted his away anxiety and stress. He missed his wife.

Just hours after erasing all evidence of his wife's identity and she was now safe. He was ready to come back home until he found Death-stroke had taken his wife and son.. He rescued them but they were greatly injured.

He softly smiled with a heavy heart, seeing little Robin crouched up, and asleep, with Bruce's Batman cape laid on him. His fever mild though still lingering, his arm's bandaged and a bandaid on his little forehead. He looks to his wife whom was laying on the bed. Her fever less severe than Damian's. Her arms, legs bandaged, a bandaid among her cheek and her shoulders bruised. He feels responsible. He left to protect them but instead it only caused them pain. He wanted to fully break and beg them for forgiveness. He heard soft groaning from Damian. He slowly walked to him. He bends his back to get a better look at his son. He placed his palm on his forehead, his temperature is rising.

"dammit" he muttered under his breath

He stepped to the sink and grabbed a cloth. He turned the sink on and put the cloth in the flowing water. He turned the water off and dampen the cold cloth. He returned to Damian as he coughs. He grabbed the glass that was placed by his chair. He kneeled down, his coughing subsided. He put the glass to his lips. Bruce lift the glass to his baby boy's lips as he drinks the water. Damian opens his tired eyes seeing him, his father. Bruce's heart sinks believing the first reaction he'll likely have, will be anger. His lips shake, his eyes swell and he begins to heavily cry. He reaches and hugs Bruce's neck. His breath hitches, his body still and his heart beat swift. He should be angry, but he's not. Bruce wraps his arms around his little baby boy.

"shh" he whispered though he would not listen

He began to cry more vigorously due to being ill. Bruce lifted him into his strong arms. He buries his head within the crook of his father's neck

"d-dad.. I-I-I thought--" he stutters with a drop of sweat mixed with tears falling from his cheek "you were d-dead"

As if on instinct he gently placed the cloth on his forehead. His crying calmer though still there as he shakes through his throat. His throat will be sore! He grabs the glass of water and put it to his lips again. He takes the glass and drinks the water. As Damian finished, he takes it from him placing it back. Bruce at times forgot how truly small Damian was until he held him. He rest his little cheek on his shoulder. His eyes half closed and cheeks stained by the tears and sweat. Bruce looked shamefully away from his son's pained face. As Damian fell into deep sleep Bruce laid Damian back on the couch. He lays the blanket on him and kisses his face.

Y/N began to stir slowly waking up. Bruce walked to her as her captivating e/c eyes begin opening. She was, taken aback by his presence. Deep down she knew he was not dead but to really see him right in front of her. She looked seeing Damian safely under a blanket on the chair. Bruce gave her a glass of water. She drinks the water and puts the glass down. He leans over to feel her forehead.

"your temperature has subsided" he muttered as his hand lingered

She gripped his wrist a glare in her glassy eyes that breaks his weak heart. How could he?

"where the hell have you been?" her voice hoarse and cracking from her fever. "H-how could you?!" she cried "dammit Bruce how could you hurt me like this? Hurt our family?" her voice pained just as her heart is

"Y/N" he slowly leans to her lips kissing her deeply. He expects her to slap him as he deserves but she didn't "please forgive me" he begged his voice broken

She leans away from his touch "why?.." was all she could say or else she knew she would surely cry.

"I wasn't going to let you die. What I did hurt you, hurt our family but trust me when I say that hurting you like that. Leaving you and our family destroyed me"

As the couple kisses their pained, suffering hearts pour into each others lips... He hears him.

"poor chap" Alfred mummers to his grandson

"how did he--" Bruce stammered wondering how Alfred tripped the servers. Though didn't matter right now.

Bruce steps to the only person left in the world, he could call father. Alfred had never been more angered by his son's actions. Bloody hell he should have told him, he wanted to shout at him and yet all he could do.. Was hug him. Inside Wayne Manor Bruce was approached by the rest of his sons. Grayson looked at Bruce in anger mixed with relief. Jason was angered with a deep feeling of relief. Tim was trying to understand his logic, he did but it still hurt that he lied. Duke was in tears frozen in place from shock he was truly alive, but with his relief he was angered that Bruce hurt him so deeply.

Most times he could say a lot about how he felt but right now.. "how could you do that?" Grayson brokenly said

"it was the only way" he insisted

"shut up!" Jason cried as he let all his buried grief and his festering anger into one punch, to Bruce's jaw. "I went to your damn funeral!! You don't do that to your so--" Jason shouted to his Dad "you don't.. " Jason stammered to overwhelmed with anger.

"we all die. We're all going to die. We have to. But you didn't die. You lied!" Tim said angered with his arms folded.

"I can't believe you did that" Duke stuttered

"you have every right to be angry with me. I did what I believed would spare your mother. If her identity was compromised than so we're all of ours.."

Cassandra came in to see her Dad in the flesh the young girl gasps. She approaches him and to his surprise hugs him.

"YOU'RE ALIVE!! I KNEW IT!! I KNEW YOU WERE ALIVE!!" Stephanie shouted tearfully as she runs to Bruce and hits his arm "I'm still so mad at you for faking your death!"

"I'll second that" Jason snarled

"I didn't want to hurt any of you. I did it for you, for all of you" Bruce said his heart breaking by their faces. He was going to have make amends with all of them, so that he doesn't lose them.

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose @asrainterstellar

#batfamily #Fake death #Angst #batfamilyxreader #batman x you #bruce wayne #Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader #Bruce Wayne X Reader #heavy hurt

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

"See you tomorrow"

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 4 [prev parts]

#better drawn mdzs #MDZS Disco Elysium AU #mdzs au #Lan wangji #wei wuxian #yiling laozu #Happy Belated Halloween! #digital art #Thank you all for your patience as I drove myself into a madness only known by those lost at seas alone. #I put a lot of time into this one! It's not perfect but I am very happy with it + I am so happy to put down the tablet pen. #Digital art has some nice features but I'm sticking with traditional! I need a month to recover from the 2+ weeks of torture. #Okay lets talk about the AU and the comic now #Disco elysium has some of the best existential-horror-dream sequences I have ever seen. #The dialogue here is heavily inspired by The Final Dream - A scene I'd love to talk about more were it not so heavy with spoilers. #My AU is a lot more complex than a simple character swap but I really felt like LWJ + YLLZ fit this scene. #The final dream is about being unable to move on from a lost love. From something You made holy. From something You ruined. #It is about realizing that no matter how smart you are or what you offer or how you try to change - #You will never be able to turn back time. You will never ever be able to fix what is broken. That you also have been broken for a long time #You are a fuck-up who worships the nail covered ground of someone who did not want to be holy. And even though it hurts- #You cannot let this nightmare go. The pain keeps the love close. It is worse to forget. You promised to remember. #WWX died thinking LWJ disliked him. LWJ lost someone he thought was revolted by his love.

[mysterycitrus]

i wish we got to see the quad actually used in combat more like. it generates a truly absurd amount of force against opponents. bruce is throwing batarangs around willy nilly and dick is turning himself into a sports car and ramming people off their feet in the bg

#dick being the proverbial heavy hitter despite his size and stature my beloved #like do we think bruce got used to a partner capable of that kinda move and then struggled to replicate that success later #dick training himself how to land that move without a catcher and without hurting himself. hmmmmmmm #dick grayson #dc comics #spokes

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #1,178

"Scream,"

"What?"

"Scream, shout, yell, cry, howl, wail,"

"I don't-"

"Trust me, it'll make you feel better,"

#writing #writing prompt #writing prompts #prompt #prompts #story prompt #story prompts #dialogue #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #angst #angst prompt #angst prompts #heavy angst #heavy angst prompt #heavy angst prompts #hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort prompt #hurt/comfort prompts #bittersweet #bittersweet prompt #bittersweet prompts

[yashley]

Did she keep you trapped?

#critical role #ygifs #fearne #cr3 #the way fearne Immediately needs to liberate trapped creatures with a desperation that makes my heart ache :) comedy?? nah Trauma :) #a lonely little girl growing up in a nightmare and her heart is so big she only sees the dream #and she grows up believing with all her love that her parents Love her. her nana Loves her. and they'll be together one day. #and then it's growing up realizing just how dark the shadows were around her but no her home was always lovely it has to be #and it's not their fault if something hurts. if anything it's hers right. shes the solution for them of course she was the problem after al #the nana she loves can't be the hag who took her for a prize the parents she's searching for can't have left her behind. #her home was never a cage she just Has to free every trapped creature she sees #she'll laugh lightly and often and shrug it all away because it's not heavy. it doesn't hurt her. she's fine. she's fearne. #love nana morri to death also a thousand percent sure she modified little fearne's memory A Ton to keep her :). #how times did fearne try to run away crying only to be given a grin and a postcard and those fears are just one more thing taken from her #and it's all so lovely and nothing hurts and she's totally fine #my galpaloway

[lyss-sketchbox]

Them with each other's catalyst

#we do not let tism dragon near any camera at all #hed spend all the film on his daughters #also ngl neuvis book look like those thick af dictionaries that hurts when u just balance it on ur head because of how heavy it is #phys wrio moment #ironically stat wise they barely benefit each other #lyss' sketch #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanart #genshin impact fanart #wriothesley #neuvillette #wriolette #neuvithesley #fontaine #comic

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Heroes of Millennium (HoM) AU

Act 1: What was left behind. - Part 1 <- Part 2 <- Part 3 (here) -> Part 4

#hom au #heroes of millennium au #danny phantom #danny fenton #american dragon jake long #jake long #dp #adjl #rc9gn #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #*heavy breathing* i had kinda a shitty week but its here...MORE ACTION #in typical dp tradition i do be hurting ghost boi lol

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc

Danny has long since solved the GIW and the meta protection acts does now apply to ghost.

They are now not his problem.

The portal is shutdown. He is a legal adult. No more amity for him. The minute he could he was out in an out of state college. No ghost fights meant he was doing great in college! He may yet be an astronaut after all.

While Danny hung up his hero hat Ellie had not.

It was great. Last he heard she was in some hero team. Something about titans? maybe? She respected how he wanted no involvement.

That was until she was in trouble. He had to act.

But listen. How was he supposed to know not using his powers would cause lack of control. So he might of froze the threat and maybe some league members.

But. It was fine.

His sister and her friends were bruised and definitely had some broken bones maybe some concussions but nothing major. And he didn’t freeze a single one of them So really he’s content.

The whole frozen hero popsicles….. Well. It would be fine. They’d melt on their own as long as his didn’t keep them frozen. Probably.

He just waved at Ellie took a look around. Went through the portal he made back to his dorm and transformed into a human. He had a class in 20 minutes to get to.

Danny is sure nothing will come of the little stunt.

#dpxdc #Danny just didn’t want Ellie to get hurt #Ellie will go on to call him and complain #they were barley injured #Danny saw them stand against the threat and went nope #like he saw heavy hitters getting taken out #Ellie is free to punch villians and stuff #arrest them and what not #broken ribs expected although he’s not to keen on it #but his sisters life #nope he is butting in #his main obsession may be space #but he will protect his family #dpxdc prompt

[rileyclaw]

first friend, final protector.

#hey gang! chose violence last night and whipped this out in a day! #anyways! im afraid for flapjack in season 3! teehee !!! #tw: character death #toh #the owl house #cw: angst #like hEAVY <3 #comic #my art #fanart #belos #hunter toh #willow park #huntlow #the parallel of huntlow and caleb and the witch he fell for makes me HURT #once again! I made this in under 24 hours . its fun that way #flapjack toh #twitter HATES me for this yall i am still laughing hysterically at their gutted reactions #toh comic #toh season 3 #toh spoilers #tw death

[theendisneat]

"I love you, I love you, I love you." [Dying in their arms]

Warings - Death, mentions of illness and injury, hurt/no comfort

Characters - Xiao, Childe, Kamisato Ayaka, Venti, Scaramouche/Wanderer

Word Count - 1410

Xiao

He held you in his arms. If he wasn’t so concerned with hurting you, even now when blood slid from your lips and down your throat, he would be crushing you against his chest. But his hands cradled your body tenderly, so softly he was practically hovering them around you, not wanting to taint your already dying body with his karma.

Tears gathered in his eyes, but he forced himself not to cry when you two made eye contact. He wanted to, archons he wanted to ball when he saw the light slowly dim from your pretty eyes, the eyes he was admiring not so long ago.

“Why?” He couldn’t help but whisper. “I could’ve protected myself.”

You opened your mouth, only for no sounds to come out on the first try. You swallowed harshly, the taste of blood making you want to vomit, but you didn’t even have the energy for that. “It was instinct.”

It was then Xiao finally let those tears fall. It was instinct? The instinct to protect him? You loved him that much? He hugged you closer, pressing his forehead against your own so he could hear your breaths, your shallow, dying breaths. You protected him, you loved him, and he loved you.

Slowly he kissed your cheek. “I love you.”

Your forehead. “I love you.”

Eyelids. “I love you. I love you.”

And finally, the lips that had taken their last breath. “I love you, so, so, much.”

Childe

Fighting beside you was a dream for him. Both of you engaged in the thrill of battle, taking out enemies side by side with equal grace and power. He loved it, loved seeing you in his domain, loved seeing you kickass. It put a smile on his face knowing his lover was like him, powerful.

But everything powerful eventually falls, and you did it for him. So caught up in the heat of the battle, a rush going throughout his whole body, he didn’t notice the one enemy that was creeping up behind to stab him through the heart, but you did.

You had pushed him out of the way, the sword piercing you like a hot knife through butter, right in the heart where Childe was meant to get hit. The sword was pulled back with a metallic whine as Childe saw red. He doesn’t remember what he did, or what was happening until his body hands were holding your head and pressing down on your heart.

He was mumbling reassurances, desperate pleas to stay by his side and do everything you’ve ever dreamed of doing. Hysterical nonsense was the only thing to be heard besides your quiet breaths and the drip of blood as it painted the field alongside the bodies of the other enemies.

You used the last of your strength to cradle his cheek, accidentally smearing your blood on his pale, flushed face, but neither of you cared. You mumbled out a returning ‘I love you’ as you body went limp and Childe screamed.

Kamisato Ayaka

You didn’t know the woman in front of you, but she obviously knew you with the way she flittered about your room. Was it your room? You couldn’t recall. The memories were hazy, and your limbs were heavy. 

Ayaka had never been more scared out of her mind when Thoma had dragged you home one day saying you had gotten in an altercation with the Tenryou Commision protecting an immigrant merchant and had lost your vision. You had been beaten, that was obvious enough, but what she was really worried about was the lack of vision, with only bad things to say about the condition of those who had lost theirs.

Ayaka was right in her worry as you began to deteriorate before her eyes. You stopped knowing how to get around the house, you lost recognition of some of the house’s staff members, you would wander around, eyes glazed and thoughts foggy. It was only about time when the memories of Thoma, and Ayato, and her started to fade.

You would lean away from her kisses, struggling to remember her name, and stayed in your room when moving became too difficult. Your body was going along with your mind, becoming a corpse right in front of your forgotten lover’s eyes.

When you took your last breath, you were too weak to lean away from Ayaka’s hands. They cupped your face gently, her delicate finger wiping away tears you didn’t know the origin of. The last thing you remember was the sound of her crying, her tears dripping on your face as she hovered over you, desperate to see some last spark in your eyes before they finally went out.

She whispered to your still body. Pleas of adoration for you to come back, to open your eyes and look at her with recognition and love once more, but you couldn’t, and she knew that, and it only made her cry harder.

Venti

Your head was in his lap, hair spread across his thighs haphazardly as he caressed your face with such gentleness it felt like a morning breeze. You could feel the pain anymore, the one that had traveled through your abdomen to your heart. It had been stabbing in tune with the beat of your heart, but now, laying here, it didn’t hurt so bad.

The feeling was leaving from your feet, limbs becoming numb. You tried to twitch your fingers to reach up to your beloved’s face. Tears had begun to slide down his cheeks, but a stoic, empty smile was on his face. Why was he crying?

“Are you alright, love?” You had no idea why it took so much effort simply to speak. Your mind had begun to fog, eyes, unknowing to you, had glazed over slightly, making you look like a doll.

“Yeah.” Venti murmured, trying to make his smile more joyful, but you could hear the lingering brokenness in his voice. “Everything’s alright darling.”

“Why’re you cryin’ then?” Venti heard the slurring of your voice and had to bite down a new wave of tears. He thumbed the skin under your eye, rubbing away any lasting tears of pain.

“I’m just so happy to see you again. You’ve been off on your adventures. It’s nice to see you back home ya know?”

Venti leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Why don’t you go to sleep darling? We can do something fun in the morning.”

“Okay.” You felt exhaustion settling in your bones, going limp entirely now. Black spots entered your vision as you felt your consciousness fade. “I love you.”

Venti let out a wet laugh. “I love you too.” And with one final kiss on the cheek, you were gone.

Scaramouche/Wanderer

“You can’t do this to me!” His grip was tight, almost too tight, but you had lost feeling in a lot of your body a long time ago and now a previously bruising grip became a comforting pressure. “You can’t fucking do this to me! Are you going to betray me too? HUH?!”

He couldn’t control himself as you simply sat there, wrapped in your blankets with a content smile on your face. You were leaving him. Didn’t you understand how much it would hurt, living everyday for the rest of eternity wishing you were there?

You had been sick your whole life. No doctor had ever lied to give you hope that you would live past twenty five and so you made the most of your time before you had to move on. Content with death since the moment of your birth, you strayed away from many relationships as they would benefit nobody but misery in the long run. 

But something about Scaramouche just pulled you in.

You gravitated towards him, and he to you. Caught in each other’s orbit you danced for however long you had left. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t enough time. Cradling Scaramouche’s cheeks with your weak hands, you swiped away the ugly tears that marred his beautiful face. Pulling him to your chest, you immediately felt his arms circle your waist.

He tucked his face to the crook of your neck as he cried, pleaded. “Please don’t leave me too. Please, please, please. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

Scaramouche heard as your heart stopped beating, your chest staying still. Your arms fell limp from where they had wrapped around his shoulders in a loose hug.

#genshin impact #genshin scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #venti x reader #venti x you #scaramouche x you #wanderer x you #xiao x you #xiao x reader #childe x you #childe x reader #ayaka x reader #ayaka x you #kamisato ayaka x reader #heavy angst #hurt/no comfort

[sysig]

“It could be that the loss of her children drove the Queen deeper into her darker desires...but, I don’t believe she was fighting against them that hard before that particular tragedy. No monster does.” (Patreon)

Bonus:

Hmm, wonder what he could cover those holes with :3c

#Doodles #Handplates #UT #Fellplates #UkaGaster's answers about Toriel really interest me :3c #As evidenced by the quote caption lol - but his other ones are very interesting too! Since it sounds like she's still around! #Poor classic Handplates!Gaster believed Tori dead for such a long time while she was at the Ruins #Meanwhile Fellplates!Gaster is just like ''? I saw the Queen last week she threw me into the pricker bushes? -.ò'' lol #But anyhow lol ♪ The implications that they're still in each other's vicinity really makes me curious about their relationship! #And how Toriel might react to knowing that someone - someone other than her - is having So Much Success on one of her sore spots #Not just of having children but of the constant reminders of Gaster's success where she has to live every day with a heavy heart for her own #Being cruel to him over it - well that's just par for the course isn't it ♪ #He mentions that she's much more of an emotional sadist - insulting him and then making it Very clear that she does Not approve of the holes #''They're ugly and you should feel ashamed for drawing so much attention to something so unsightly'' #I do think that her knowing that he's so intent on being kind and merciful and then twisting the knife on how much he's hurting her- #Making him feel guilty for daring to even attempt the betterment of all - for giving pieces of himself away and try to be a good person #''If anyone will break my spirit it will be her'' :) #Although that's all assuming that Toriel even knows about the brothers! :0 When I thought about it later it'd make more sense if she doesn't #It was still too good to not do something with the idea hehe - but imagine her betrayal if/when she found out tho she'd kill him on the spot #Gosh I haven't drawn Tori in foreeeeever I can't even remember the last time #Doing a/nother study on her would probably be fun haha she's rather plain how I draw her currently #I wonder if her Fellplates version would also wear reading glasses hehe #And the bonus :3c Where are the plates featured in Fellplates? Surely it's not just called that as a reference right ♪ Hehehe

[morgansunflower]

No Matter What

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Pregnant! Reader

Alfred Pennyworth X daughter! Reader(not by blood)

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, water breaking and nudity.

Words:1416

Jason was her son, her little boy. She discovers he's alive before her husband could tell her, he had kept a secret from her.

"Y/N.." I slapped Bruce's face outraged

"how dare you?! Do you have any idea how much you've.." I started crying "how much.. You hurt me"

"I--" I step back away from him as reached for me

"don't.. Don't touch me.. I can't even look at you"

2 months later

-"Wayne residents this is Alfred Pennyworth speaking"

"hey Alfred"

-"Y/N?!"

"yeah, it's me.. Sorry I haven't been in touch lately.. Things have been.. Kinda crazy lately"

"forgive my tone. My dear, where are you? Are you alright? I haven't heard from you since.. "

"I, I know.. uhhh, I'm ok. I was hoping you could get me ah ride to my place... I'm in the women's & children's building at the hospital"

-"good gracious child, what have you done? How severe are your injuries? I'll be there right away!"

He hung up before I could explain. I then call the lantern's telling him that I won't be able to come to work for quite a while. I hear knocking on the outer wall.

"come in"

Alfred steps in "good evening Ms Y/N.. And my new little grandchild whom I've just discovered exists"

"I really wanted to tell you sooner. I'm sorry you found out this way I should have told you" I said with ah sad smile, he was practically my dad. "I can't imagine how angry you must be with me"

"I have never experienced anger. Unless Bruce neglects to sleep or neglects to tend to himself. Indeed you should have.. I could have been preparing the nursery, in my minimal time"

Alfred steps in further he takes my hand and gently smiled.

"who all knows of the delightful new bundle?"

"as of now just you, Hal, John.. Probably the entire Lantern crops by now and me"

"I see, you have had your bags packed to return home" Alfred said with genuine delight.

"Alfred... I... Can't"

"you must. I can fully emphasize that you are still in pain but you'll be safer at the Manor"

I shake my head, I'm going to start to cry "Bruce... He..."

"loves his wife" Alfred assured. "he was trying to spare you pain. I know precisely how you feel regarding Jason"

My eyes welp up into tears "just.. Please not tonight... I can't"

"no need for tears.. alright I suppose that would be fine" Alfred said.

Alfred and I went to my apartment. He carried my bags inside. I step in and close the door behind me. I turn the lights on. The house was a bit messy. I see Alfred's head spinning.

"sorry about the mess.. you don't have to clean my house Alfred.. I'll probably clean up in the morning"

"Ms Y/N I am delighted to clean your temporary living quarters, for you"

I softly chuckle. "only if you want to stress clean.. I'm going to go take ah shower"

"very well, I will be right here when you are done"

I nodded "thank you"

I left to take a shower. I strip down my clothes in the bathroom. My breast were swollen, my abdomen was definitely bigger. I was so consumed with heartbreak at Bruce for lying to me and consumed with the Lantern Corps.. I didn't see what was right in front of me. After my shower I change into my pajamas and robe. I lay on my bed for ah moment. How am I supposed to tell Bruce? I feel my tears falling. I feel a soft knock on the door.

"Mrs Wayne.. Are you alright?" Alfred asked

"I'm okay.. You can go home Alfred" I said my voice shaking. "thank you for helping me today.. I've missed you"

He opened the door, with a platter of food in his hands. I genuinely smiled drying my tears. I sit upward and cross my legs. Alfred puts the platter on my bed.

"please don't leave" I pleaded

He gently smiled and lays on the bed against the pillows.

"thank you" I gratefully said

I take a bite to eat and take a shaky breath. I wanted to cry out my pain and hope Alfred would have some advice to save me...to save my marriage.

"I'm sorry but can I?.." I stammer

"please speak whatever is on your mind" he said relieved.

"... what am I supposed to do Alfred? Is it wrong of me to be feeling what I'm feeling?" I started crying, I stutter trying to stay strong

"do not think that you are absurd for feeling betrayed Ms Y/N" Alfred stated

"thank you! I know that he was trying to protect my heart but I am human and I am... So angry at him"

"you have every right to be"

I feel my eyes shake "Jason is my son.. I should have known he was back, the moment that he did"

Alfred takes my hand with a heartfelt smile. Sometimes I forget he's my husband's butler and not my dad.

"I do not expect you to forgive Bruce so easily. I only advise you to come home. The Manor has many rooms to which he may sleep in until he fixes what was broken between the both of you"

".. Tomorrow. While he's at work.." I can't look at him right now. I can't bear the thought of us fighting right now. "you can stay though"

"I suppose that would be fine" he said with a kind smile.

".. you want to watch TV?" I asked needing to get my mind off of tomorrow.

Alfred kindly nodded. He turned on the TV onto an old movie. I laid down on my side with my head laid on a pillow. Alfred rest his back on the pillows. I close, my eyes.... Days later everyone was thrilled I was back home though I hadn't seen much of Bruce since I've been home. I'm due in one week. The Braxton hicks contractions have been suddenly appearing and then disappearing. I step into my bathroom and lock the door behind me. I strip down my clothes. My baby began to kick. I gently rub my bump. I softly sigh. I started my bath. I step inside and rest my head on rim of the tub. Afterwards I get out of the tub. I instantly grip the countertop, OWWW!!!

"DAMMIT!!" I winced

The doorknob turned but was, locked so it wouldn't open "Y/N darling I'm coming in, you're hurting"

"go away" I sigh heavily the contraction easing.

"Y/N you're in pain please allow me to come in"

"I.. I don't want you to see me like this" I feel my eyes shaking.

"darling I've seen you naked before" he further argued

"this.. Is.. Different"

"Y/N" he pleaded.

"fine" I sigh defeated

The door unlocked and opens. Bruce steps in and I hear him stay in place.

"you look beautiful" he compliments with a hint of lust.

"don't" I can't do this

He takes my arms laying over his shoulders. He rubbed soothing circles on my back. He takes me back into our room and sits me on the bed. He takes one of his shirts and puts it on me. He grabs a my panties and helps me put them on. I sit back onto the bed as he kneels down beside me.

"I should've been a better husband Y/N" he said kneeling down beside me. "I want to be a better spouse to you, I love you"

I couldn't look at him because I'd break. He moves to touch me but stops. He sighs laying his head on his hand with his elbow rested on the bed.

"this is my fault. J-Jason is not the same boy we adopted Y/N. He hates me for not killing Joker. He won't listen to me" Bruce's voice became heavy with emotion. "I was trying.. I didn't want you to feel what I do.. Please forgive me"

I touch his face it was in that moment I forgave him. He was taken aback by my affection.

"come here" he raised up stopping in front of my face.

I kiss him letting our lips dance together, I feel my tears falling from the deeply emotional moment. I then unfortunately feel the need to pee.

"I need to-"

He quickly understood and helps me stand, I couldn't hold it. Water gushes down my legs. Bruce's eyes went wide. I then realized the Braxton hicks were real contractions.. I'm in labor. Damian is ready to see us.

#Angst #Crying #Pregnant! Reader #Unborn Damian Wayne #baby damian wayne #Damian Wayne is Reader's blood son #Pregnant #Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader #Bruce Wayne X Reader #heavy hurt #Bathing #Nudity #forgiveness #water breaking

[dragonsbluee]

Is it just me who took a while to realize just how heavy on the angst TCF is? Mostly because our wonderful (unreliable) narrator Cale just has this nonchalant tone about everything.

Cale: oh you know, I just watched the literal apocalypse start, lived through it for years, my best friends/brothers all but blood died before my eyes, and now I'm in a whole new world where I've built a family that is being threatened by the same apocalypse and worse. Also, turns out my life was shit before I came here becuase I was dealing with the consequences of some bastard's curse since he stole my original body.

Readers: wait, what.

Cale: oh yeah, I'm deeply traumatized, but I'm not going to admit it to anyone unless I'm literally forced to by a god (derogetory). And my friends keep having to watch me sacrifice myself, throw up blood, or put myself in other really dangerous situations.

Reader: ummmm. Can we circle back around to any of that?

Cale: no.

#tcf re read #tcf truly goes “here's your hurt / barely any comfort” #i was blindsided by the angst #but its also cale's tone that makes it readable and enjoyable becuase otherwise i usually avoid heavy angst with no comfort #tcf angst #tcf #trash of the count's family #cale henituse #tcf cale #unreliable narrator cale #lout of the count’s family

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #1,206

"I don't know my name. I don't know my favorite color. I don't even know what I had for breakfast this morning, but I do know that at some point, I was somebody,"

#writing #writing prompt #writing prompts #prompt #prompts #story prompt #story prompts #dialogue #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #angst #angst prompt #angst prompts #heavy angst #heavy angst prompt #heavy angst prompts #hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort prompt #hurt/comfort prompts #forgotten #forgotten prompt #forgotten prompts

[bigassmoonchild]

Gentle

Pairing: Task Force 141 (not specified) x Reader

Wordcount: 891

Summary: You were always gentle, no matter the situation. Even if he didn't notice until now.

Content Tags: Fluff, Reminiscence, Interactions with Children, Canon Typical Violence, Mentions of Human Trafficking, Heavy Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Mentions of Death, No Use of Y/N

A/N: Just a drabble ;). Maple Syrup will be updated most Fridays/Saturdays. I don't have the time during the regular week to be able to take the hours needed. You are more than welcome to request something! I'm encouraging it! As always, content under the cut and requests are open <3.

He wished he could've known you. More than the violence you used to get through missions, more than how big you made yourself seem when out at a bar after a mission with the 141. And when he really thought of it, he knew what you truly were.

Gentle. Not a word often used to describe military personnel. But you? That was one of two words anyone could've used.

It was a silent mission. Just something to pick up intel quietly and leave, nothing else. You were outside a coffee shop and he watched a little boy run up to you, stopping directly in front of where you sat. You gave him such a big smile, leaning down and listening to what he said into your ear.

You leaned further to grab his jacket and get the zipper to zip, rubbing his shoulders for a second before sending him back off. If the boy knew exactly what you had under your own jacket, he would've ran off screaming.

But he didn't, because you knew what you were doing when it came to kids. They understood when you were direct, and you always were. It was never trying to reach the point in a way you would assume that they'd understand, but in a way that any normal person would understand.

You didn't underestimate their knowledge. All people learned in different times so you assumed that the kid would understand what you said. It wasn't a bedazzled explanation with butterflies and puppydogs, it was straight to the point.

During another mission, in the middle of securing a safehouse you struck a man, knife sliding through his neck like butter and you were able to turn, grasp on the knife tightening before you saw the little girl. She was curled up into a ball, hands above her head as if to protect herself.

Even with bloody hands, you had pulled her into you and brought her to the safe point. Even covered in blood and grime she let you sit her on your lap in order to check her over for marks and possible wounds, happily speaking to you and allowing you to mess with small scrapes she had on her elbows. You had to hand her over once you got off the plane, allowing protective services to take her from you.

You'd mentioned a few weeks ago that you kept in touch with her, and the little girl was now going into year ten. You'd had such a nice, gentle smile on your face as you recalled the girls boyfriend, how he would buy her flowers randomly. He didn't mind how you'd mentioned you would do some unspeakable things to him if he hurt her.

Even when you shot a man point blank, you took your time to ensure the body was out of the way, to not get trampled over. You respected the dead, no matter if the dead had been shooting at yourself and the rest of the 141.

And as gentle as you were, you were equally violent and angry. The only time any of them had seen you like that was during a mission busting a child-trafficking ring. There was no respect, there were no mercy kills. You shot where they'd take ages to bleed out from and made sure they hurt while doing it.

When you'd finally finished off the last man, releasing the kids from where they'd been chained up, you'd given them little smiles and spoke oh so nicely. Follow this big, scary man now. He won't let anyone hurt you, you'd told the first group.

He wasn't sure what happened when you'd disappeared for some time. You didn't talk about it and he learned to not mention it. All he knew is that when you came back outside just a little bloodier, your eyes didn't have you in them.

It was when the kids had smiled and waved at you that you came out of it. Your smile, this time, hadn't gone to your eyes like it usually did. You waved back, letting them hold your hands if they wanted to and making sure they had what they needed while waiting for a medevac.

Water, food, just a hug. You did whatever they needed and didn't let anything stop you. He'd tried, sure, but you wouldn't rest until you knew the kids were completely safe.

So as he sat there, coughing up blood, he could only think of how gentle you would be. How you would try and tell him that he'd be okay, that there was nothing to worry about. That the blood was natural and that he was going to be fine, you're going to be fine, god damnit. Open your eyes!

And maybe he had closed his eyes, but either way his vision had tunneled too much for him to see. He could feel your hands, gently trying to stop the blood as you felt the tears pouring down your cheeks. There wasn't much you could do, you knew. You didn't want to give up, your mind racing even as your hands found his and you held them, grip gentle.

Because that's what you were. No matter what, you'd be gentle to those who needed it. And maybe you would be just as gentle with the next person who came into your life.

#simon riley x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #captain john price x reader #fluff #canon typical violence #mentions of human trafficking #heavy angst #angst #hurt/no comfort #no use of y/n #cod x reader #modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #call of duty x reader #task force 141 #ghost mw2 #reader insert #watched deadpool this time #enjoy ;) #mentions of death

[screamingcrows]

Between appointments - Sunday x Reader

Tags: soft angst, hints at unrequited love, gn reader Notes: This takes place between the meeting with Aventurine and the confrontation with Gallagher. Not a lot happens in this. Should be 2.2 spoiler free Feed this to an AI and I'm feeding you to Acanthaster planci Minors, ageless, blank blogs; you'll be blocked on sight

In your eyes, it was impossible to miss how affected Sunday was by the negotiations with the IPC's representative. His hand had been so tightly clenched behind his back that you'd worried blood would soon stain his pristine gloves. Once it was clear his 'guests' had left for good, you slowly exited the hidden nook you'd been tucked away in for most of their discussion.

"Sir? Can I-" your voice faltered for a moment, seeing him tense as if he'd been snapped out of his thoughts, "can I do anything for you?"

A sigh left the man, back straightening before he turned to meet your gaze, the same smile as always upon his lips. The sight only made your stomach sink further, having watched from the shadows long enough that his impending response was obvious. Consistency was key to maintaining order, and during your year of serving The Family, he had presented himself as nothing less than a perfect leader.

"Your concern warms my heart, but rest assured, there is nothing I need at the present save for locating the individual responsible for these unfortunate circumstances," his voice sounded somewhat strained, yet the smile remained.

A beat of silence passed between the two of you, your gaze drawn towards the blue ribbons adorning his shoulder, one of them having slid down. Without thought, your hands reached out and fixed it, ignoring the feeling of feathers tickling your skin.

"It didn't seem to go particularly well? It's rare that you turn to-"

"My suspicions were confirmed, that is good enough."

It always made your heart clench when he invoked Their presence, knowing it wore at his heart, but from the firmness in his tone, you gathered it had been more than necessary. He nodded his head and your body obliged without much thought, stepping backwards while he whispered a word of thanks, wings folded a little more than usual. No doubt the confrontation had been strenuous.

"Your suspicions?"

You knew asking was treacherous territory, but the words had already seared your tongue in the meager seconds of hesitation.

"While The IPC is undoubtedly seeking to take advantage of this turmoil, nothing in their representative's conduct led me to believe they are the ones responsible. Merely profiting on the tribulations of others as usual."

His hand had already gone behind his back again. Would he start plucking out his feathers as well if this went on long enough? It was no secret that you harbored romantic feelings for the Oak Family head, and lulling yourself into a belief that your presence calmed Sunday had been easy enough.

"But that doesn't mean you're out of ideas, does it?"

Enigmatic as always, he shook his head softly, faint traces of a smile dancing upon his lips, although it didn't reach his eyes. It was hardly unexpected that you were kept in the dark, as a regular member you had no claim to such knowledge. However, that didn't mean being perpetually unable to help with anything meaningful didn't feel like a knife twisting in your heart.

"Sunday, you know I'm here to help you, right?"

"I assure you, I am well aware. I would, however, prefer to keep any unnecessary involvement out of this."

His words might as well have been a thousand pins. He'd begun moving around the table, gloved fingers trailing along the edge of the polished wood. His wings had spread back out as well, a telltale sign that you were speaking to the family head, not the man you yearned to hold.

"Let me at least prepare you a cup of tea, or perhaps a-"

"There is no need to fuss. I have another matter to take care of shortly, and it is something preferably done alone," he'd turned his head just enough to give you a pointed look.

A sigh left your lips, fingers anxiously fidgeting as you went around the grand table, desperate to cross the chasm keeping him away.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have listened in. But for once, I want to know what's going on, you haven't been yourself since Miss Robin…" your voice trailed off, the soft rustling of feathers accompanied by a wave of uneasiness making you hold your tongue for a moment, "If telling me is out of the question, at least let me take care of you, however fleeting time may be."

"Whatever debt you felt was owed to The Family for taking you in, I assure you, They have long since acknowledged your sincerity and hard work. You are free to enjoy this sweet dream," there was that firmness again, how you wished he'd speak frankly when his own desires surely could not align with those words?

"I'm not staying for Them, I'm staying for you."

"I have to once more remind you, whatever it is you think you will find in me is- well, it's not possible. Not even here."

You were close enough to touch Sunday by now, yet his back was still turned towards you. Close enough that the rise of his shoulders with every staccato breath was impossible to ignore. Peering past him, the dark bird sat perched atop a shelf, keen eyes ever watchful as it looked through your body.

"Even so, I can remain by your side," the waver in your voice was minimal, knowing now was not the time to let emotions run loose. You knew that what you wished for was impossible, but clinging to the hope that your presence could make a difference nonetheless was all that mattered. He didn't deserve to be alone.

The way his head lowered and his hand clenched was in stark contrast to his usual conduct. Had you pushed him too far?

"I would hate to see you tethered to the ground because of me. Opportunity is what leads people here, now that you have it, there is little reason to squander it."

"You think I'd be happy running around in the golden hour, drinking SoulGlad and attending galas while you're working yourself to the bone?"

It had come out as more of an accusation than a question, something that immediately made your eyes widen in regret. When he turned towards you, the small smile was still etched upon his features. A hand came to rest on your shoulder, the weight of it enough that you felt unsteady for a moment, held up only by his eyes.

"My heart belongs to Penacony and the shared dream for the future it holds, so long as it thrives, so too will I."

He looked tired this close, and you couldn't help but place a hand atop his, tearing your gaze away to lower your head, unwilling to burden him with your teary expression. If this was what he wanted…

"In that case, I shall wait here for your return… Do you need me to prepare anything?"

He squeezed your shoulder gently before letting his hand fall, and with a shake of his head he walked past you towards the grandiose doors.

"Sunday?" you had to restrain yourself from doing anything hasty, unrest plaguing your mind already at the thought of leaving him to face this alone, "Once the Charmony Festival is over, I'd like to experience more of the dream, preferably not alone."

#sunday x reader #hsr sunday x reader #hsr x reader #sunday x you #hsr sunday x you #x reader #light angst #honkai star rail #heavy angst if you know the full story lmao #hurt no comfort #crow with a pen