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cas-backwards-tie · 9 months

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Chapter Five: Threatened to Reset

Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Heiress of Gotham

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Summary: With the family's help everything is planned for the big move. A trip to Bludhaven to organize, pack, and move all your belongings leaves the past to be drug up. How will they react to your home? Will any secrets be found? Will emotions rise? Will your past be disclosed? It's all up to you... and maybe a crime boss and his goons.

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Warnings: The usual Banter and Bickering, Cursing, Knives, Threatening, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Arguing, Fighting, Shame, Guilt, Fight or Flight.

Mentions of: Sex Trafficking, Criminal Activities, Police, Drug Busts, Prostitution, Assassins.

A/N: There's a lot of information to digest in the chapter, and really what was meant to be one chapters I actually am going to have to split up in order to make them manageable. It's been awhile, and while I'm still trying to figure out how to manage my life in the sense of hobbies, work, my health, a possible second job, and extracurriculars, I request you all be patient with me. I definitely do have more in store, yet for now this chapter isn't proofread (at least the beginning and end) I just need to get this one out.

Having discussed tomorrow’s events as a group at dinner, your Father let you lead the charge in what would happen with your apartment’s belongings. Decided on packing everything up and either donating the things you don’t need, storing the important things, and transporting the things you do need, it all was simple enough. Nothing a little packing tape and rounds of boxes won’t fix.

Starting the day with a hearty breakfast from Alfred, you all packed into a minivan you didn't know or think the Bruce Wayne would ever own or have anything to do with. Nevertheless, the ride was fairly timely to get to your old apartment building. Saying hello to the few neighbors coming in and out who you recognized and knew, you led the gang the seventeen flights and begrudgingly let them inside. You knew sooner or later they'd out where and how you lived. It definitely isn't as nice as Wayne Manor, but of course, what else could you expect?

Assigning everyone to different spots and or groups of items in the apartment, you really feel like they went for overkill. A welcoming and slightly overwhelming sense of love blossoms in your chest as they really didn't all need to help, but everyone insisted on coming. Even Tim's girlfriend, Stephanie. How nice, you think, for someone to actually care that much to go out of their way. Family almost congesting the apartment, you focus on your room and belongings. The fact that Damian hasn't even made any rude remarks (that you know of) is surprising.

After almost everything is packed and it's a few hours past noon, Alfred gets tired. Damian insists he's spent enough time in this 'hellhole' and almost demands that Alfred take him home. With the time having gotten away from you and some of the others, it seems to no one's surprise that Tim and Stephanie also apologetically explain their need to leave. They have homework they need to get done; and with that, Alfred agrees that it might be best to head back to the Manor with everyone who needs to leave. Dick lives in Bludhaven, so there's no surprise he'd stay, and while Jason has his motorcycle, he says he doesn't mind staying until it's all finished. Bruce having come separately after checking in at work explains that the two of you can drive back together once everything's done. It'd been lucky enough that he'd brought his car, and not one of the nicer ones, either.

Searching all the nearby boxes, you don’t find it. It’s nowhere to be seen, and if it’s not here then that can only mean one thing: They took it. Opening up the box near the kitchen you retrieve a butcher’s knife. Hand gripping the handle tightly you storm to the front door and lock it.

“Woah, woah- what’s going on?” Jason asks, hands raising in concern as he stops boxing the books that’d been on the nearby shelf.

With a tense look in his eyes, you adjust the knife in your palm, getting a better and more sturdy grip on it. Other hand rising to your mouth you place your pointer finger before your lips. A tacit command of ‘silence’. Jason’s fear had drawn the attention of the other two, though you ignore them as you quickly storm through the living room and down the hall.

Eyes flitting back and forth out the window, up and down the fire escape you quickly return with the same fervor you’d previously held. “Why do you have a knife?” Dick questions.

Back to the front door, you simultaneously listen to the hallway, hoping that if anyone were to come, you’d hear them first and be ready. In the attempt at a raid via bursting in through the door, at least you’ll be the first one in the line of fire able to protect everyone. While the worst case scenario always pops into your mind first, you’re not oblivious to the measly chance this could simply chalk up to coincidence. Holding out the knife, you point to each man in the room as your gaze shifts between them.

“Look. There was a gun in there last time we were here. It’s always there. If none of you have seen it, let alone packed it away… then we have a big problem,” you reveal. Knife pointed in the direction of the safe that's now open within a drawer of the tv stand, it's clear that everything else has been packed away.

Between the couch and television diagonally to your left stands Dick. Hands raised, he holds a stoic expression as he stands closest to the safe. His blue eyes flit to Jason. Knife shifting toward him, he too stands with his hands by his waist, palms facing you. Eyes filled with confusion and concern, he shifts his weight as he stands across the room in the corner between the kitchen's counter and beside the opening to the hallway. His green eyes shift to Bruce.

Before you can even turn the knife on the man closest to you, diagonally standing in the kitchen opening to your right, someone speaks up. “I took it,” Jason announces. All eyes dart to him and you watch as he slowly starts to reach around his back towards his waistband. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Bruce move.

“Don’t!” You warn, stepping back and pointing the knife at him. He’s not going to disarm you. Eyes back on Jason, you motion with the knife for him to place the produced gun onto the table between you two. Gun dangling from his fingers, he doesn’t move, so you gesture again with more of a ferocity this time. “Put it on the table.” It’s a command, not a request.

He slides it across the table. Three steps close the distance between you and the item. Though Bruce could easily do something behind your back, just out of your peripheral vision now, you focus on the task at hand. One look at the gun has you skeptical; face tense, you use the knife to turn the gun around. The examination is short. One flip of the gun onto its other side and a quick lift into your hands to make sure the safety is on, you release the bullet cartridge to find that one bullet is missing. With a click of the cartridge locking back into place, you toss it back onto the table.

Storming back to the door where you're at a far enough distance from all of them, your forearms rest against the splintering wood, face buried within them for a moment to gather yourself. Slowly turning back toward the men, but more specifically Jason, you glare daggers at him. “Why didn’t you just tell me you had the gun when I first mentioned it missing,” not waiting for an answer, your head tilts a bit as you don’t play his game. “Nevertheless, did you really think I’d be stupid enough to not recognize that that’s an entirely different gun? So what’s your game?”

Silence lingers. Jason knows he’s fucked, and they all know it too. Why did he think she’d fall for that? It was worth a shot, sure, but the real gun is still back at the Batcave. However, she can’t know that. “There’s no game,” Bruce says your name, a sincere look in his eyes.

“I wasn’t asking you,” you bark, knife turning on him as he tries again to take a step closer. His hands are still raised in an attempt to de-escalate the situation.

The silence is expected, however, the smile that creepily inches across your lips is not. A shift of the knife in your palm has you gripping the handle in an underhanded approach, ready to stab, rather than slice. “Ha,” you scoff, “I knew it… too good to be true. I can respect the lengths he’ll go to play his little games, but this is just beyond fucked. A ploy to what? Fuck with me, pretend to be my family, and now what? Kill me? I knew it. After yesterday, I just knew it was coming.”

“What are you talking about?” Jason asks incredulously, a hint of anger and fear within his tone.

“Who?” Dick asks coldly, taking a step closer.

“Antonio Marin?” Bruce asks. Eyes darting to meet his, you shift the knife in your palm again to get a better grip on it.

“Oh, you wanna play it this way? Act all fucking coy and innocent now?” Gears shifting, you eye the other two men. “Unless he’s just another victim to his plan, I don’t buy it. Richest man in the world and he’s a good guy? Yeah? No.”

“Should’ve known,” you sigh, shaking your head. “BPD? Too obvious.” With a sad smile and tears beginning to threaten your eyes, you chuckle. “Well if he wants me, then go ahead. I’ve got nothing left. If I’m the last piece to the puzzle then do it. Kill me. It’s three to one, I know you’ve got a gun and more than enough bullets to take me.” You thump your chest with your free hand, open, ready to accept your fate. “Do it! Shoot me, Jason. Right now! Kill me.”

As if the reality of the situation suddenly dawns on you, fear readily replaces the confidence you’d just boasted. Backing up against the door you shift the knife in your hand to a stabbing position again, as you continue to shift it, unsure which approach will be best in your defense. Suddenly you're terrified of what’s to come. “No… no. Three big men on one teenage girl?” The way Jason had hesitated, it’s apparent. “I knew he was expanding the business, but like this? NO.” Chest heaving with rapid breaths, you’re suddenly running on pure adrenaline. Panic sets in as you know what the man's got planned for you. “If you want me then I’m not going down alone. I’ll kill myself before I let that happen to me- and if that doesn’t work then I’ll mangle myself SO badly that nobody will buy me,” you threaten, voice deepening in a terrifyingly chilling way.

Placing the knife against your neck, you’re more than ready to take yourself off the table. You won’t let that happen to yourself. You won’t let anyone take advantage of you that way. A punishment worse than death is something you're not willing to participate in, nor offer.

Dick calls your name in a calm tone, one far too calm for this situation. “This isn’t any ploy, or game. We don’t work for anyone. If you think someone’s after you, you need to tell us. We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s going on.”

“Oh,” you relinquish too easily, knife falling back to your side. Turning to face the door your eyes settle against it for a moment before spinning back to face the man. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that Officer Grayson from the BPD was here! I’ll just tell you everything so you can either arrest me or take me out on his behalf!” With a step toward him, you raise the knife by your side again. “Do you really think I’m that stupid, Grayson? That I wouldn’t realize you’d try to get a confession out of me, record this- have them take a voice memo? This isn’t my first rodeo.”

"It's not like that. We're just trying to help! You can't seriously believe this is all some conspiracy against you," Dick argues. His voice is still calm, and while the raised brow elicits a begrudging irk and prick of paranoia in your mind, his words do nothing but continue to cause the gears to mentally turn. "If someone wanted to take you out there would've been easier methods. You would've been dead weeks ago."

A wry chuckle leaves your lips, a knowing smile still set on your features as you two stand off with one another. "Sure... if it was anyone else. Yet that's not how he plays his game and you know it."

"You still think I'm corrupt?" Dick asks, shifting his weight to lean into his hip on one side.

"How could you not be?! Look at me and tell me that you're not! That you don't know about Perdy Chapman, or any of the sabotage the BPD plays," you demand.

"I know about the sabotage. I don't know about Perdy Chapman, but if you know something," he recites your name, "you have to tell us. I can't do anything or help anyone if everyone's keeping secrets."

"What? So this is all a loyalty test? An attempt to get me to come back? There's no way he's that desperate."

"Come back? You worked for Antonio Marin?" Bruce pipes up, concerned blue eyes turning on you as he shifts his gaze between you and Dick. Hands still up in surrender, he takes a step towards you.

"Quit fucking with me! If this is because he thinks I'll rat, I won't! I'm not a fucking rat. We got out, we left! We don't owe him anything!"

"If you know where he is you need to tell us," Jason voices his concern, also taking a step closer. "No one is taking you back, no one is gonna hurt you. I'll be damned before that happens." Jason whispers your name, garnering your attention as he gives you a serious look, "If you think he's after you, we need to know. We can't help you if we don't know what's going on."

With a stomp and a slash of the knife by your side as you realize they're right, you won't do this without a stipulation. "Fine! But... I can't go to the cops. I can't... file a report. I can't do anything. Promise me-" you respond, voice starting off confident until his falls short of a whisper. Jason nods, starting to close the space as he pulls out the last chair remaining at the dinner table.

"No cops, you got it. Just... tell us what happened, what's going on," Jason concedes, hand settled on the back of the chair.

As you shake your head in decline toward the chair, Jason easily swivels it around and sits on his backward, attention on you. As you place the knife on the side table by the front door, you start to pace. "I... don't know where to start," you voice your thoughts.

"From the beginning," Dick encourages, voice gentle as he realizes Jason has made progress by building a rapport. Something he hadn't realized he could be making more of an effort towards, he supposes. Even if he already feels like he's done more than he can for the girl.

As the Detective sits on the back of the couch and Bruce leans against the wall, your eyes can't help but find his... your Father's. "I... I can't-" you realize. Steps coming to a halt, you find yourself face to face with the last person in your life who you feel like you can't lose. The only person you need to impress, to suck up to.

"This is important," Bruce says your name, head tilting further downward as he offers a more straight-on look with your height differences, not to mention the sympathetic look that cross his features.

Eyes falling to the floor, you shake your head. "I can't. I don't want you to look at me differently, and I know you will. There's no way you can't." It's a warning, a vague divulgence on the subject matter. There's no way this conversation can happen without someone's impression being changed or shifted. It's just not possible.

"That won't happen," Bruce reassures.

"There's no way it can't happen. You don't know!" You argue, hands gesticulating the emphasis of your seriousness.

"This is your safety we're talking about," Jason reminds.

"We all have pasts," Dick reiterates your name, "we've all done things. It won't change anything."

"I promise," Bruce adds on, following up with Dick's words. Crouching to be on your level, he holds out his pinky, and while part of you hesitates, the seriousness in his eyes begs for a piece of trust. An inkling of hope, sincerity, vulnerability, trust. Wrapping your much smaller pinky around his, you shake on it.

As he lets go and returns to leaning against the wall, they all sit in anticipation, waiting for you to speak. "From the beginning?" You question.

"From the beginning," Dick echoes again, trying his hardest to be patient. With a tacit gesture of his hand, he guides you to sit on the couch cushions. Despite his offer, you choose to sit on the floor in front of the couch, back leant up against it as Dick chooses to sit in the armchair to the left of it. Jason comes closer, perching himself on the edge of the tv stand, while Bruce lingers by the back of the couch to your right, still in your periphery.

"It... all started about, I don't know, two years ago?" Jason nods in encouragement, a sign for you to keep going. "I don't- I don't know exactly when, I can't really place a time or say because I didn't know- I didn't- I never thought- I mean," the words tumble from your lips as your thoughts begin to race with the memories. Heart beating faster, there was never a definitive point in time you could place. "He just... started coming over. After-" swallowing the thick lump that forms in your throat, the faint burning sensation of tears threatening to start welling up becomes real. "-Mom got laid off."

"Mhm," Dick hums, hands clasping in his lap as he expresses the fact that he's listening.

"Everyone knew who he was. We all do, but of course, you're nice to people you don't necessarily know. You don't wanna start any problems. I guess Mama met him one night when she was out with my Tia. He said he could get her job back, that he could help her make money again, that we wouldn't have to move, to get evicted. He'd get her job back. So he did. She didn't ask, she didn't even want her job back after everything they said and did to her, firing her just because of her skin- but... he did it anyways. He got her job back at the hospital and even got her a promotion. How? I never asked, but if you know Marin, then I guess you can imagine how."

"Then he told her she owed him," Bruce speaks up as you take a breath. His tone is definitive, certain, as if he knows. A shake of your head lets him know he's wrong.

"Of course, she went back to see him at the same bar. She thanked him, we all did... but that wasn't the end of it. He said if she ever wanted anything more, a side job, extra money, anything else, that he could give her that. That all she need do is ask." A sigh escapes your lips and you subtly shake your head again. you know you'll have to tell them. It'll get there eventually, yet there's no way of knowing how they'll react. "They became friends. I always thought he liked her, that's why he was so nice."

"But he showed his true colors, didn't he?" Jason comments, a dangerous and almost vengeful tone in his voice as he leans forward so his elbows rest on his knees. His hands curl in and out of fists as he listens.

"No... he was... just nice." Finally looking up to meet their eyes, you gauge the room. Each man has a different expression on his face, looks of curiosity, intrigue, suspicion, and anger all around. "He'd be at the parties, come over, take us out, have a drink. He became a part of the circle, at least... for a while. I think it all changed when Mama said no to him. He asked her out, and she finally understood why he'd been so nice to her. Yet, that didn't change anything. Being friends, he was still coming around. Maybe he was doing more, becoming more distant, but not much changed. He kept offering, and offering, and eventually I think she figured if she had control, and it was something he'd offer, then how could it hurt? It was only after that year and once the gifts died down that, well..."

"What?" Jason raises his eyes again to meet yours as he'd been mulling over his own thoughts for a moment, head in hands. A chuckle shakes his chest subtly as his hands shoot out in gesticulation. "You can't just say 'after that, well...' and not finish the story!"

"Come on, Jase-" Bruce gently reprimands with a look.

"It's clear there's more," Dick interrupts his Father to address you, still in the position he'd been in. Eyes intent on your figure as he waits for an answer, a scowl on his lips.

"I finally asked him if there was any way I could do something. Something small to make money; like mow someone's lawn, pet-sitting, house-sitting... things like that." Eyes falling to the pilled carpet by your sock-clad feet, you pick at the fluffy brown fabric. "I had school. My mom would hate me if she knew I asked him, but everyone else was getting money, and I figured if he was like my Uncle or Dad it's normal to ask for those things... I think." Hair falling over your shoulders, it masks your face as you rush to get the rest of the story out.

"He... had me do jobs for him. It was easy. Deliver presents, bouquets, envelopes, packages, things like that. No problem, lots of people do that, right? But I was making at least a hundred every week, if not more, and, and I didn't think about it. It was easy money! I could buy whatever I wanted, I could save, I could spoil my friends, my mom... I never thought about it until I... got curious." Words trailing off, you risk a glance up at Dick. Tucking your bangs behind your ear, his expression is immovable. He's stoic; a pickup of heartrate leaves you anxious as you haven't been able to easily read him like many of the others.

The movement of Jason's lips slowly opening garners your attention, and as his eyes widen you quickly duck your head back down again. "You were..." he tests the waters.

"So one day I decided to stay. They never opened their packages in my vicinity. Never opened the presents, envelopes, packages, or undid the bouquet. It didn't feel right. I haven't gotten many presents in my life, but I'd think if I got a big one like those, I'd open it right away... see what it is." Continuing with your story, you didn't give Jason even half a fraction of time to finish his thoughts. "So I delivered the package like normal, watched them count out the money and hand it over before I was on my way. Around the corner, I was halfway down the block when I realized I could probably wait it out, hide somewhere across the street and watch them from one of the store windows. They wouldn't notice. I could just put on my hood, if anything, and... well, then it-" eyes shifting back up to Dick, you don't look away this time, "-it happened."

"I hadn't realized it but parked on the opposite side of the road and right by me out of sight from where I'd come there were cop cars parked. Cops lined up with their guns pulled, batons and riot shields ready. I froze..." At this moment it seems like the gears in Dick's mind are finally starting to turn and place things together. "I thought I was caught, for something I only suspected, but... within seconds the cops were ushering me out of the area while the second team were busting the gang of boys I'd come from for having drugs."

"They were using you," Bruce states, an air of sympathy encased in his word choice.

"You were a mule f-" Jason affirms.

"-But that wasn't the end of it," Dick says confidently, his dark blue eyes still set on you, unmoving, a quirked brow joining his visage. "You said you're out. So if that's true then how'd that happen?" He asks, finally shifting in his seat as his head slightly tilts. It's almost as if he's testing you. "Exactly," he clarifies.

"Once I realized what was happening I ran home. I-" jaw clenching, your eyebrows furrow as you don't want to have to admit this. Especially not when Dick looks so confident and arrogant. You know he'd seen you that day, just like you knew you'd seen him. A silent staring match follows,a few seconds, before your resolve crumbles upon the memories. "I told my mom. I was crying, and she was shocked and surprised and angry and mad and I didn't know what to do! I didn't know where to go or who to tell, and I knew she'd be mad but she said she wasn't mad at me, but at him and that it was okay because she was gonna get us out of it. We met up with Anto- with- with Marin," you correct yourself. "We demanded out, and... he let us go. He said we were free to go as long as we didn't say or do anything that went against him. MY mom didn't want us involved with him anymore."

"He just 'let you go'?" Dick reiterates.

"Yes. That's it," you reveal, a shrug following as you don't bother to make eye contact. "Now you know!" The revelation leaves you upset and unaware of anyone else's responses. You just know that this changes everything, now that they know... they know that you're a bad person. You dealt drugs. You worked for a mobster. A gangster, a criminal; you stocked up drug money, saving it, keeping it. Blood money, one could even claim in earnest... and you couldn't argue with them.

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drowningyoursorrow · 11 months

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WALLFLOWER, PT.2

kyle spencer x gn! reader (pt, 1)

You were a barista that worked at a coffee shop in a more secluded area, with only a selective few of customers. You often remained in the back, but ever since you started serving a group regularly. They called themselves witches, and you somewhat believed them. Typically, being away from the world, leading to unwanted loneliness in your work place. You've caught the eye of a certain dead blonde.

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IT has been weeks since your encounter with your customer regulars, and honestly, you didn't think it'd affect you this much. But there were many, many moments where you'd miss their banter echoing throughout the café. Sure, most of it was downright ridiculous and made no sense whatsoever from whatever they spurred to hold their place. It still entertained you nevertheless because they'd include you for your input, rather amused at your confused responses. You'd like to think you grew quite close to them because eventually you were even brought in their playful arguments.

They seemed to eventually like your presence as well, saying time to time that they enjoyed your shitty little café more than others. Which has grown quiet, you've begun to think that the guy that was freaking out in your café from before might've had something to do with it all. You've been thinking about the encounter of the whole thing for the time being, well, more about the ragged blonde. The guy started almost going batshit crazy when he couldn't see your face and didn't really speak well. So yeah, you'd say thinking about him was reasonable and not just you being randomly infatuated with him.

You eventually snapped away from your thoughts as you heard a ding from the entryway, shooting your head up. For a quick, fleeting second, you had hoped it would be the girls, maybe even with Kyle once more. It was just another customer, so you quickly got their order. Strange enough they decided they wanted to chat, more like flirting, but you'd pretend to be coy because honestly. You're just trying to do your job, and people like this make you want to chuck off your very own name tag and quit.

But this job was what was getting you food and your shitty apartment's rent, so you can only dream of making a scene to nobody when you quit. You zoned out for a quick minute and surprise, surprise, the jerk is still trying to woo you. Apparently, holding the bitchiest face that you could ever muster and not even staring at the guy is not a hint of disinterest. You wish the café wasn't so empty because he'd have a good reason to go away, but since he's not holding up nay customers. He can do as he pleases, and you're sure that your boss would give you hell if you yelled at a customer that the place barely receives.

As you were slowly going insane, the bell rang once more and there arrived your favorite group and the distinctive boy. They seemed to notice the guy's intentions and how uncomfortable you were, and quickly shoved past him as they ordered their usual. Then like before they made him order as they sauntered off to their seats, even Zoe went off with them. Giving Kyle a reassuring look, maybe to ease his nerves that were very evident on his features when he stood in front of you. You decided that it'd be easier for him if you just offered what he ordered from before, not acknowledging why you remembered.

“So, Caramel Macchiato, like before? If I am correct.” You held the sweetest smile which was strangely genuine in hopes he wouldn't cave into his nerves. He looked surprised that you'd remember what he got, which he struggled to tell you in the beginning. Kyle then fidgeted as he beamed at you now, his face contorting into deep thought. “No, No, I uh- don't want that. It was pretty gross.”

You lifted your brows, somewhat surprised that he spoke more naturally than he did before. Although he was still sort of sluggish with his words, you were impressed by the quick development. Is that why they were all gone? Helping him get better with his speech? The thought made you smile, “I like the speech improvement, impressive to say the least.”

Joking with him, but he seemed flattered nevertheless and just gave you a shy smile as his hands began to tap on the counter. “No caramel macchiato, then?” “Uh yeah- What would... What would you recommend?” He peered up at you, somewhat eagerly waiting for your response, a shy smile laced on his lips. You felt your face heat up lightly at his cheeky appearance, hoping to god that he wouldn't pick up on it.

“Oh, uh- well I don't really drink caffeinated beverages but just the espresso, it does it for me.” You cringed at your awkwardness, but still held a small smile to ease the conversation. Kyle looked deep in thought as he fidgeted before you, “can I get an...- Espresso, then?” His voice was light, and he spoke in a breathy tone, you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke to you. “Yeah, of course!”

Maybe you spoke to eager? Nobody is that cheerful to make just anybody an espresso. Before you bored more insecurities at yourself, you quickly headed toward the back. Missing the eyes that pleadingly followed after you when you headed out of view, away from him. You leaned on a wall in the back, cheesing out because a cute guy was happy to see you, or well you hope.

Your coworker studied you, sighing, “you're ridiculous.” They knew of your sudden infatuation with the hesitant boy and thought it was just hilarious. And honestly you did too, you don't even know why you're so interested with him. Perhaps it's because of how he talks like he's never dated anybody in his life before, an awkward teenager. You smiled at the thought of his cheekiness from earlier and pondered as his order was being made.

You quickly grabbed it, heading out to see if he hopefully likes this one rather than the other one from before. Like he was from earlier, he waited patiently for you to come back. He looked lost in thought, before he heard your footsteps approach him, perking up. A grin reappeared on his face as he stood straighter before you, focusing on your face. It was like he was trying to remember every feature of you, scanning you.

His eyes made you feel nervous, so you awkwardly handed him his drink with a smile, avoiding his gaze. He accepted it, his fingers encasing around yours in a quick, fleeting moment. “Thank – you.” “Hope you enjoy!” You turned around, feeling the nervousness bubble within you, yet you felt so happy.

You held your face, sighing, turning back around. Jumping slightly because Kyle still stood in front of you, studying you as he drank his espresso. A smile still being held, but a worried look took place in his eyes. You didn't expect for him to still be there, since usually the customers head back to their seats. The girls were still in the back of the café, chatting away, seeming to forget about Kyle.

“Are, you- okay? I'm sorry if I uh, scared you.” He held a look of shame, looking at his shoes now, lowering the drink in his hand. “What? No, it wasn't that, you didn't scare me, Kyle. I was just surprised!” You quickly tried to reassure him, feeling bad since he looked like a kicked puppy. Your answer didn't seem to make him feel any better, but he did look back into your eyes, embarrassed.

What you were going to say now is rather a quick thought and bold, but maybe shoot your shot now before it's too late? Get hurt now rather than getting hurt later. Besides, maybe this can cheer him up, “how about I make it up to you, yeah? I can buy you, uh, coffee later when I'm off work. Unless you don't want to-” “I want to.”

He interrupted you, now beaming at you as he wore a huge smile, his embarrassment from before long gone, “yes we can, w-we..- We should!” You were baffled at his response, kind of suspecting that he would only look at you with confusion and brush it off. But you smiled back eagerly, the same as him, in sort of disbelief with your sudden confidence. “Well uh, yeah great. If you want, we can do it tomorrow, or if you even can wait for me?” Your hands felt clammy, and you felt your throat swell up as you tried to sort things out.

Hell, you were ecstatic, but your nerves were killing you. “I... I can wait for y-youuuu after work. Yes. I will be right here.” Kyle looked at you attentively, still smiling ear to ear as he struggled to get the words out. Too happy at the moment to even properly remember his speech practice that he's been working on. For you.

He begged Zoe to teach him more proper English, so he could talk and interact with you, without seeming crazy. He's been huddled up all day, working and working on how'd he'd casually talk to you like those couples in the movies. Although he couldn't see you during those days, he remembered that he could be more open with you later on. For some reason, when he saw you, he felt as if he should protect you and be alongside you. In the short moment that you two spent together, he felt safe and comfortable because you didn't look at him weirdly.

You spoke to him softly and didn't even flinch during his tantrums, he only saw curiosity and understanding within you. You have enraptured him. Not only that, but you both were drawn to one another, not even knowing really why. Maybe it was foolish to ask him on a date first thing, but the way he looks at you as you smile at one another. Makes you think, perhaps it's good that you both were being hopeless for each other.

Before you guys could say any more he was being pulled away once more from you, the girls needing somewhere to be. You couldn't really hear them, all you could see and hear was Kyle as he looked back at you. His cheeky smile still there, this time he didn't try pulling away from them. Because now he knew that you'd still be there, waiting for him, and you two would be together. You've doubted the idea of soulmates at first, but now, maybe you were the one that was wrong.

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- I literally only watched AHS Coven for him - Frankenkyle is personally my preferred Kyle - I was listening to cheesy 80's music writing this - Proofread

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

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otomes-and-tears · 8 months

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Hi, me again ( yepee ) hope you won't mind... But i love my gurl Tamarack so may i request headcanons of step 1 Tamarack with a selective mute mc who only talks when they are alone ? ( because they like her or any other reason )

♦ Step 1! Tamarack with a Selectively mute MC♦

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► A/N: Let's pretend like I didn't take like, eight months, to get to this request I'M SO SORRY BESTIE I AM REALLY BAD AT THIS

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It doesn't really matter if MC doesn't speak to her at first, because Tamarack is more than willing to talk for both of them;

As long as MC is doing something to engage with Tamarack-- be it pointing out frogs, helping her collect mushrooms and smooth rocks or running after her when they're playing catch, then Tamarack would be happy to fill out all silence with her own chatter;

I do think that as a kid she'd be curious about why they don't talk and would flat out point it out, but she'd back off and apologise if she noticed it was a touchy subject;

Of course, being a kid and not having an explanation meant that Tamarack would often come up with her own theories as to why MC didn't speak;

Maybe their voice got stolen by a fae or a sea witch;

Or their voice was so, so pretty it would bewitch anyone lucky enough to hear it!;

When MC gets comfortable enough to use their voice with her, she would have a lot of difficulty keeping her excitement to herself;

She'd jump up and down and grab MC's hands and really softly ask them to repeat themselves because even if Tamarack feels she's about to explode from happiness, she doesn't want to spook them too much;

And speaking a bit quieter is Tamarack's own way of containing herself;

At first, she'd just assume that MC's quietness was due to them moving to a new place;

As much as she loves her Omi and Opa and the forest in their backyard, she knows first-hand how scary moving can be;

So in her mind, it was logical that once MC saw that Golden Grove wasn't scary anymore, they'd start talking again;

But she realises soon enough that that wasn't exactly the case, and that they only ever seemed to talk around her;

Tamarack would be a little confused at first, but quickly adapt to the new circumstances;

Well, as best friends they were always together anyway;

So Tamarack was proud to adopt the role of MC's interpreter;

If they felt comfortable whispering things to her, then they'd just need to pull on her overalls or sleeves to grab her attention and whisper what they needed to convey and she would proudly relay the message;

Once they got to know each other better it'd be much easier for her to figure it out without it being said;

Like-- she'd order food for MC without them needing to relay their usual order for her again because she already had it memorised;

I think that Tamarack would feel a lot of pride at being able to be entrusted with something as important as this;

Oh, and if anyone asked her why MC never spoke;

I think Tamarack would come up with a new story every time;

That's when all the stories she made up would come in handy;

#our life #bee's writing #olnf #olnf hcs #our life now and forever #tamarack baumann #our life tamarack #olnf tamarack

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ya-boy-polaris · 6 months

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Ooo is it possible if you can write a drabble about the confession part on the piers x reader x raihan one?

Raihan x GN Reader x Piers

"So how are we gonna do this?" Raihan asks Piers. The two were on a coffee date; gym leaders typically all get the same days off together.

"You gotta be more specific, love, we just sat down," Piers said with a breathy laugh.

"That isn't what I'm talking about, it's about them." This gets Piers' attention faster than you could blink. The two had confessed mutual romantic feelings for the same person, a close mutual of theirs. This particular friend is the whole reason why Raihan and Piers were able to confess their feelings to each other to begin with. But with recent times, they noted a yearning for their friend, wanting to include them in a potential polycule.

There were several factors in their way though, such as not knowing how their friend would react is a big factor.

"Do you even know if they like men?" Piers asks first. "In all the time I've known them, they've dated a woman...Well up until recently, maybe two years since...well...you know." Piers is mentioning an old ex their friend had. They were clearly not good for each other.

"Nah," Raihan says with a loud laugh, "They're so down bad for men. I follow their nsfw blog." Piers' deadpan stares at Raihan. "You'd be surprised but our little friend is naughtier than they appear to be. As cute as they are, they're filled with dirty little secrets."

Piers lets out the kind of laugh where you exhale harder through your nostrils. "You're right about the cute part...not sure how accurate you are about them having secrets. Considering how much we know about them."

"So how should we do this? If we're not fast enough, someone else might catch their attention. Not that there's anyone better than us though."

"Us both giving Applins... Could be a start but I'm not sure how they'd feel with two extra mouths to feed," Piers sighs. Giving an Applin, a well known dragon type Pokemon, is seen as a romantic gesture to indicate one's confessions. "They have enough Pokemon to care for, if you consider it." "Yeah, an Applin's not flashy enough either for my personal taste. It would be nice to do something more...unique. Personal to both of us. The three of us."

"I think it'd be better if we confessed at the same time, as opposed to doing it separately for sure," Piers recommends. "That way it doesn't insinuate we're cheating on each other. But doing a double confession takes away individuality." Raihan bites his inner cheek. Piers is right about that. Piers could have easily dedicated a solo concert whereas Raihan could have done a fun and intense battle to confess instead. "Taking them on a vacation somewhere just to confess could end poorly if they don't reciprocate either, wouldn't it? If they don't respond positively..." "They're gonna!" Raihan protests back, but after a moment of silence he does agree. If the three of them went on a vacation together and their friend didn't like them back, they'd be the third wheel for the entire trip.

The two agonize in a small silence before the waiter comes to pick up their order. A caramel latte for Raihan and cup of hot tea for Piers, along with their usual meal order.

"I do have one idea. Not sure how much you're going to like it though," Piers finally says.

"Well out with it, we got no other plans."

"How good are you at singing?"

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You let out a long yawn as you exit the university school dorm room. It had been a long day of studying! After working several good years at Pier's gym as his stage manager, with some encouragement from your two favorite boys, you decided to go back to school.

You read a message in your group chat, Raihan and Piers were wondering if you wanted to hang out with some karaoke. "FUICK YEAH!!!" you type back. "Where at?" The two instruct you to come to Pier's place, as per usual.

You hop on to the soonest taxi and fly over to Spikemuth. The locals there recognize you and yell out your name gleefully as you walk down the streets. Despite the rough and gritty nature the city has, it's a second home to you. You walk right up to Pier's door, knocking on it twice and yelling to announce your arrival before using your own key to unlock and enter inside.

But once you step inside, Pier's usual monochromatic apartment seems to have changed. They were roses everywhere adorning each step, there was beautiful ambience lighting that made the room feel like you were walking through stars, and soft music playing.

You enter the apartment to see Pier's playing a bass, practicing it seems. It'd been years since you've seen him pick up an instrument. "Hey boys," you say with a warm smile. "What's the occasion? We haven't done this in a while."

"We like you," Raihan is quick to say first. Piers shoots him a look, wanting to have done the song at least first. "This song's for you, we uh..."

"We learned it," Piers finishes Raihan's sentence. "It's not ours but it conveys how we feel about you....but it could be our song after."

You stand there, eyes wide in shock, jaw dropped slightly. Before you could say much more, Piers presses a button and the track starts to play as he accompanies it with his bass.

Raihan for once feels nervous, this wasn't the same kind of tension he'd feel with facing a losing battle. But with a soft and yearning heart, he sings as Piers plays. The whole piece is so soft and yearning. You can't help but to smile, hiding your face with your hands every so often as the two catch your gaze. You sit there in the most serene peace you've ever felt in years.

When the song is over, both of the boys stare back at you, a momentary pause of silence between you all. "Can...Can I kiss you guys?" you ask, your face burning red. "Finally!" Raihan exclaims. "Yes, you may," Piers says back warmly.

You kiss them both on the cheek lightly, still feeling rather apprehensive over the whole ordeal, but the two boys go along at your pace, kissing your face at the same time.

The night wasn't over though! You were promised karaoke after all.

#raihan x piers #raihan x reader #piers x reader #my writing #anon asks #asks #this is what i could come up with #the song that raihan and piers play for you is pretty boy by the neighborhood!#excuse the use of girl genders in the song though lmao

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y4z1 · 8 months

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this is just a thought that you can expand on if you want <3

Imagine Channie is gone on at the studio, so you decide to pleasure yourself but with the showerhead 😊 since he doesn't come back until you're asleep anyway.

He walks through the door earlier than usual because he let Changbin finish a song or something. He hears the shower running and doesn't think anything of it until he walks up to the bathroom door and hears your soft whines. He busts the door open and you stop right away.

"Too needy to wait, baby?'

EHEHEHEHHE I CAN JUST HEFVJJRFIUSHDIXHXFGIO

A/N: I just can't not write this, it's such a good idea, ty anon🤭

You and Chan go way back to highschool, when you'd first met in 10th grade. You can't lie, you'd always had an eye on him and you found him quite attractive. Hes always had his unique way with words, one that others didn't, he could have you on your knees obeying every one of his orders before you know it.

But never in your 7 years of friendship did you ever think you'd end up moaning and whimpering his name, all spread out in the shower. The shower head tightly gripped in your hands, legs shaking with intense pleasure while water drips down your body, moaning his name over and over again. "C-chris" "ugh d-deeper"

You were lost in the intense pleasure, chasing your orgasm, not giving a single care about the world. Chan had mentioned earlier he'd be at the studio working on music with the rest of the boys. Chan being chan, he'd always overwork himself, not coming home until midnight or sometimes even the next day.

But to your luck, today was different. The door knob rattled, causing you to lower the showerhead and look towards the door, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest you were scared it'd fall out.

Your soul left your body, and you completely froze. Chan. He was standing in the doorway, smirk plastered on his face, while you on the other hand, still spread out, pussy wide open on display.

You came to your senses and quickly grabbed the towel covering yourself as much as you could. "C-chan wait I can ex—" he cut you off, "too needy for me babygirl?"

He walked over to you, throwing the towel you were holding onto the floor, and picking you up with his strong arms. His veins popping out his arms as if they'd fall out any second

He sat you onto the bathroom counter, hands remaining on your waist, while your hands were holding onto his broad shoulders.

"Really couldn't wait, could you?" He demanded an answer while tilting his head. You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out.

His hands then travelled down to your thighs, along with his lips slowly tracing down south, leaving small hickeys.

His face, inches away from your heat, making your heart beat even faster by the second. He started off with small, feather-light touches, circling your clit with his warm tongue, painfully slow.

He looked up at you for a sign of approval. Once he had permission, he went all out, devouring you like his pray. His nose nudging your clit, bringing you near your orgasm when you're not even 3 minutes in.

Chan was always one to put others before himself, making sure he pleases you as much as he could. He found pleasure in pleasing others, and that's what you liked about him, he was never selfish.

In your ongoing relationship, Chan's never asked for anything in return, or just anything in general. He only ever put his effort into pleasing you over and over again.

He unzipped his pants, leaving his black cargos to fall onto the floor. He didn't waste his time prepping you as you were already leaking with cum from your previous orgasm.

He slowly slipped in, and for fucks sake was he huge. After making sure you were ready, he slowly thrusted in and out, making sure not to hurt you, while his hands were still glued to your waist.

After you were fully settled, he increased the pace making your whole body shake with every thrust. The room was humid and smelt of sex, while the only things heard was both your moans and whimpers. "F-fuck, Chan, please. Harder." He stared deep into your soul, "if you want me that bad, then I'll make sure you can't even walk tomorrow"

He went even faster, hitting your g-spot everytime. You were sure the mirror behind you would break any minute now from the impact of your body constantly hitting it. And your neighbors were sure to have heard by now.

Within minutes you were both near, you came at the same time, his seed planted deep inside you. You collapsed against the mirror, heavily breathing.

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My firefighter!Bradley and naval aviator!Jake AU might be silly and a bit cracky but in all seriousness, I like to think that after they've been together for a few years and Jake retires from the Navy, they'd work together - aerial firefighting is an Actual Thing in California and I like to think they'd pair up to fly tactical for CAL FIRE or other company that is outsourcing for them.

Bradley would advance from Lieutenant to Captain and Jake would retire as a Commander, maybe, and they would both qualify to fly OV-10 Bronco.

Tactical pilots usually work with Fire Captains -- they, to simplify things, fly the plane while the captain takes account of the fire patterns on the ground (direction, spread speed, weak spots, wind changes, potential residential areas to evacuate, etc) and then fly over the flames from higher up so the captain can guide the airtanker's water drops.

I like to think it'd be Jake's idea. He'd get a promotion offer to Captain but with that promotion would come moving to Virginia and Bradley's whole life was in California - his parents, his family, twenty years of a career in SDFD, his childhood memories. So when he tells Bradley, he just kind of shuts off, congratulates him and says he's proud of him but it's clear he's given up already. He doesn't want to be bitter about it b/c Jake is obviously happy about it but it feels like an inevitable end for him.

Even if he did want to move, Jake knew that he'd most likely have to start from the bottom of the ladder if he switched to a fire department in VA and that's if at the time they'd have recruitment open. All his hard work would just be gone and he'd just have Jake to compensate for all the things he sacrificed.

And over the years they had multiple arguments about how Jake doesn't treat Bradley's job as equal to his own just because Bradley doesn't have deployments or orders that are set in stones (i.e. how the first Christmas Jake wasn't deployed, Bradley had a shift and wouldn't call out even if he could b/c his crew was counting on him or how he couldn't pick Jake up from the airport when he got stuck at five alarm fire) so just thinking about asking Bradley to leave his whole life behind to stay with Jake brings a sour taste to his mouth.

And in the end, Jake doesn't think it's worth it. Sure, his pension will be lower and he won't make it to admiral like he thought he'd when he went to the academy, but his flying time would be cut anyway and in all honesty, the thought of settling down makes him much happier than being stuck at the other end of the country with occasional video call from Bradley and no other family in his proximity. They wanted to have kids eventually and he didn't want to be a dad that just kind of comes around six weeks a year and leaves all the hard work of raising kids to his partner.

Obviously, he'd have to find some type of work and he doesn't really have much of any idea aside from that he wants to keep flying. Airline pilot seems boring since it's all so automated and private sector is kind of hit or miss and financially unstable. Flight instructor would be a good one if he was a bit more patient but he isn't.

Two weeks before he has to make a decision, Bradley volunteers to take a crew from his station to help with the wildfires up north. He kits out, Jake drives him to the station so he can take the spare fire truck without leaving his car in the parking lot for days. Jake gives him a kiss goodbye and tells him he'll visit the camp with some snacks and pick-me-up things for the crew.

For the first time since they've got together, Bradley tells him not to bother.

It's kind of heartbreaking so Jake decides to ignore it and drives up to the main camp anyway. Bradley is out on a trail with a crew so Jake just waits.

Then wind changes and he hears that Bradley's crew got cornered up the hill. The next five hours is the worst five hours of his life.

Finally, a Super Huey lands in the camp and Bradley, sooted up so badly his yellow jacket is basically black, with red, teary eyes, steps down out of the helicopter's cockpit. Doesn't even let Jake hug him because I'm covered in carcinogens, baby, you stay away until I have a shower.

He does take a shower and Jake follows him to the bathroom, not letting him out of his sight. Jake asks what happened and Bradley says something along the lines of thank god for aerial firefighting and Jake has a lightbulb moment.

The next morning, Bradley is sent out again and Jake stays in the camp, helping around as much as he can. It gets a bit dead when all the crews are sent out so to take his mind off Bradley being god knows where after he almost burned to a crisp yesterday, Jake starts to research aerial firefighting, bumps into info about tactical pilots, has another lightbulb moment.

Declines the promotion offer while still waiting on Bradley to come back to the main camp.

#hangster #ignition tag #tgm #I'm sick and too tired to tag this properly sorry #i needed to write it b4 going back to sleep #good night

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6ad6ro · 2 months

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ok. i finally finished final fantasy vii rebirth. and i wanna talk about it. i guess you could call this my "review". this post will be vague and spoiler-free unless you click on the "read more".

i do love this game, but it's an absolute mixed bag: story: 10/10 combat mechanics: 9/10 music: 9/10 art direction: 10/10 voice acting (jp): 10/10 open world (non-quest stuff): 4/10 sidequests: 6/10 minigames: 3/10 pacing: 1/10 does this game have flaws? yes. is it as good as the og ff7? no. but is it worth playing? absolutely. i almost feel like this game needs a "cheat sheet" in order to know what parts to play and what parts to avoid. but the good parts (mostly the linear main story stuff) is SO gd good that it's still a must-play game. ok but now i'm gonna go into details (and spoilers) under the rm cut.

so i'll go over some of my scores. firstly, the story is the main reason to play this. they def fuck around a lot, maybe they bait and switch a bit too often, but in the end it makes for a very compelling (or at least interesting) narrative. at first, i was REALLY worried that this game was gonna turn into just some "fan pandering nightmare". and it felt like it was "ff7 without it's claws". esp when everybody was dancing like pop stars and aerith and tifa kept high fiving. but... it def got into that good ff7 trauma we know and love later on. and respect to them for following through with killing aerith. yes, they did what i sorta expected. they teased tifa dying instead, teased aerith NOT dying, and then killed aerith anyway. they EASILY could have left her alive, but they didn't. they kept in the loss angle, which imo is what makes ff7 "ff7". i kinda LOVE that now you have a batshit cloud "seeing" aerith's ghost like it's star wars. and everyone else seems almost... afraid of him. and rightfully so. also i LOVED the zack stuff, even though it was absolutely confusing. i like that they're hinting at zack somehow breaking through his reality into the rm universe. i also like the tease that... idk... will there be another "party" involving zack, kyrie, biggs (if he's still alive or not)? regardless, a great story!

the combat feels mostly improved over rm. the gameplay is fantastic with very few flaws. difficulty is way more balanced than rm, with easy feeling a bit harder and normal feeling less unfair. the only times i felt frustrated by the gameplay was when they laid the "stone" status effect on too thick in parts bc it felt cheap. is it as good as the og combat? no. it still def has the unfun "you desperately need to heal but don't have a charge and the enemy is immune to everything so you just die" thing. but credit where its due, the "free item a few times per battle" materia fixes a lotta those issues.

the music is incredible. the remakes of old songs generally kick ass. some of the new music was pretty good, too. though it gets a point off because a lot of the open world stuff music felt... generic? this is just a situation where the og game's music is TOO GOOD, so the new music will always be fighting this sort of uphill battle.

the art was perfect. just the shading alone... like jesus this game is absolutely beautiful. i took so many goddamn screenshots in game, and they'd often end up looking like key renders, even tho it'd just be a random ss i could take at any angle. this game went above and beyond all expectations.

the voice acting... there was SO MUCH and it was all SO GOOD. tho i did switch to jp voices. bc... in this sorta storytelling, eng just sounds like "drama club"? idk there's a reason the language of origin cast is usually better and that's just how it is. it was perfect.

ok now we're gonna get into some of my issues, starting with the open world. it's not ENTIRELY awful? some was genuinely fun and exciting. but the majority was busywork. like it's so weird when the mainline stuff was so good that this would feel like a shitty ubisoft game. and chadley... fuck that dude. worst character in the series. but for SOME gd reason he ends up talking to you nonstop! i hit the point where i'd wince any time i heard his "radio" turn on. he took an already mediocre open world and made it way worse. fuckin chudly.

the sidequests that weren't just repeated busywork were usually neat. tho some were bad, and others withstood their welcome. the cutscenes/dialogue were usually fun or genuinely great, but they too often came at the cost of wasting your time. they often had shit rewards. and they often incorporated the shittiest "minigames" ever (i'll go into this more in a minute). example: you gotta find ingredients for a character who is learning to cook. but it isn't just going out to find them in the world. no no no. you gotta follow a dog (ftr i love the song) as they slowly meander through a jungle, running into every mob they see. and when you finally get to where the "salt" is, there's a dumb scavenger hunt minigame where you need to find only the 5(?) salt piles that look like the photo. THEN you gotta get on your chocobo and look for mushrooms in a confusing, puzzle-like terrain. which also involves a smelling/follow the direction minigame, which always leads you into mobs. and once you get to each mushroom? there's this STUPID picking minigame. after all that, what reward do you get? an accessory that functions like maybe the worst materia in the game, but also takes up the accessory slot, making it even more unusable. FUCK this game sometimes, lol.

speakin of "fuck this game", the minigames. the 200 minigames (exaggeration, but it really feels like that many). some are genuinely incredible, like the piano minigame? which might be one of my favorite minigames of all time, it's legit THAT good. or "red xiii rocket league". but for every good minigame, there was a mediocre one. and then a terrible one. or one that gets WAY too hard in higher difficulties, like the mog game which starts fun but ends up dogshit and unplayable a few levels in. even tho the good and passable minigames are the majority, the bad minigames? they're maybe some of the worst minigames i've ever played in my goddamn life. like, by design, they're almost anti-fun. i genuinely believe some of the people in charge of the bad minigames should be blackballed from the industry. it's bewildering.

and finally that brings us to the pacing. if you play the game the way they seemingly expect you to play, getting to each new area and sidequesting a bit before continuing on with the story? then you'll spend five hours of mediocre/bad sidequest for each hour of good story. that's even worst if you're a "completionist" at all, you can triple or quadruple that number. we all loved remake because it "expanded the midgar section". we were all hoping they'd do the same with the og open world. the very idea of "big open world, but so much bigger" seemed incredible. but they certainly gave it to us! like they gave us exactly what we said we wanted, lol. when i first started playing rb, i was mostly completing each area. by the second or third area, i was more than 50 hours in. "burnout" is a gross understatement. all the mediocre sidequests combined with the sometimes unplayable minigames ALSO COMBINED with fuckin chudly? and i actually started to hate this game. it made me miserable. i'd get to a new area and just roll my eyes. i'd see a new minigame tutorial pop up and i'd mash "cancel". but wouldn't you know it, once i started skipping most minigames/sidequests? i started havin a ton of fun. turns out this pacing issue can be mitigated a lot. straight up you can ignore most of the open world, and i would actually strongly recommend it. if you DO wanna sidequest a bit between story, i'd say put on a podcast, set the difficulty to easy, and turn the voices down (bc chudly). and don't do everything. oh no. just do enough to unlock the chocobo, to buy the best materia chudly has from that area, and maybe get the summoning. even THAT is probably too much. bc near the end of the game, you get the opportunity to go back and finish a bunch of the stuff you missed the first time. and i actually enjoyed a lotta that stuff then! it was almost like a period of rest and relaxation before the end story stuff.

there are ways, intentional or not, to make this game feel even BETTER than remake. when you skip most of the side stuff, it's paced incredibly well. so it's hard to say it's a bad game. it's actually a really GOOD game with "too much side content". if you treat the open world stuff as just like, a living, detailed world you glance at as you zoom by? it's actually really cool that it's there. i have a couple more pros/cons that i wanna mention, but i don't know where else to put em. like the end fights. thematically, i adored em. in execution, it went on for way way WAY too long. it was like a 15 (yes FIFTEEN) phase fight. on normal, i swear it felt like it took close to two hours, full of unskippable cutscenes and only like one checkpoint. it also takes away al of your team composition too, consistently forcing you to use characters you don't wanna use in the hardest fights in the game. first time, i got through to the very last sliver of final sephiroth's health, only for him to cast some dogshit unblockable "everyone is at 1hp" move at the end. it was ok bc "i'd prepared for this". so i instantly had one character use a gigapotion on the other, who i switched to so they could dodge just to be extra safe. the potion... missed? how? and then before i had a chance to use another, he killed the remaining character. bad game. shit game. but whatever, i hit retry. and i couldn't believe it. it sent me back 7 phases. i was livid. it had sucked the air outta the room. so i said fuck it and restarted the whole fight from the start on easy, because i can't tolerate that kind of scumbag game design that wastes a player's time. and wouldn't you know it, turns out i'd been at the very end of the fight when i died. if the potion had gone off like it shoulda, i would have won, no question. ironically even on easy, that trash situation happened again, but the potion actually went off this time, that was the only difference. but yeah. fuck that fight. it was cooler thematically than the final fight in rm, but it was three times as long, and three times more unfair. fuck whoever designed this fight, they too should be blackballed from the industry, lol.

the last thing i wanna talk about is queens blood. bc my feelings on it are sorta all over. so it starts out kinda boring, like as basic as ff8 triple triad, but wayyy less fun. and you're very limited in who you can play and what cards you can add to your deck. the ai seemingly "cheats", but it's so "linear" that you can win anyhow. and they musta known they'd lose most players, so they legit give you the ability to "flip the game board" at any point in the match and start over with zero punishment. they knew the game wasn't rly fair by design. but it's still good they had the easy retry feature, or they woulda lost me too. the qb experience sorta continues this way until you get to the latter junon area, where suddenly you run into... idk what to call it. intense difficulty spikes? like this dickwad who's playin a rockabilly guitar. FUCK that dude's deck and FUCK his ai. almost single-handedly got me to drop qb altogether. i was absolutely done, had decided qb was just a poorly designed game. thankfully, right after junon they have this big tournament on the boat to costa del sol and it's really fun. you suddenly are getting cards that have actual strategy. and suddenly qb opens up. there was a slight misstep after the boat where they make you play these stupid "puzzle" versions of qb, but you can look up guides and, even if they aren't fun, they help teach you about the game. anyways, i cautiously started playin more matches in later areas (skippin fights that seemed too lame), and before i knew it, i'd kinda fallen in love w the game. it also helped that they started incorporating this fun n bizarre story, too. so idk. i'd say play qb the same way you play the side content, skip a lot of it until you get to the end game? and then go back with cards you bought or won and finish the ones u missed. it's so weird that so much of this game works this way. and i could see someone arguing that "it's just a bad game". because when most games hand you content, even side content, most players expect they should at least give the content a fair shot. it really is kinda poorly executed. but! there are so any ways to mitigate the bad and focus on the good. knowing what i know now, i like this game even more than remake (which i really REALLY love). rebirth was fuckin great. and thank fuck i didn't get spoiled, tho i never wanna hafta try n rush through a 100+ hour open world ever again. i'm really excited for part three, just hopin i can remember to skip over a lotta the optional stuff. also hoping i won't have to buy a fuckin ps6 or whatever just to play it.

#final fantasy vii rebirth #spoiler #spoilers #final fantasy vii spoilers #final fantasy vii rebirth spoilers #long #i had a lot to say

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for insisting my roommate not get me a Christmas present/WIBT if I insist even more?

🎁 so I can find this later!

TLDR WIBTA if I insist harder than I already have that my (unaware of being transphobic) roommate not get me a gift for Christmas, since my being autistic and nonbinary may complicate things?

Sorry for the long one, there's a lot of context going into this.

I (18X) am a college freshman and am rooming with a person I didn't know beforehand. Our rooming situation is weird, so neither of us had talked to each other at all before moving in. I'll call her S (18F).

S is a very big gift-giver; it's her love language. She's gotten me a couple things in the past and has wanted me to try things so she can see if they'd make for good gifts. The problem is, I'm more on the masc side of being nonbinary, as well as the fact that I have low-intensity ASD, so usually the stuff she would want to get me (skin care, makeup, etc) is never exactly my style (most notably, she wanted me to see how a skin cream felt and I ended up complaining a bit too much, embarrassingly, before realizing that it was rude and assuring her that I appreciated the gesture, which I think helped her feel a little bit better) (another add-on, she knows I'm nonbinary, but still refers to me as a girl and uses she/her for me, which is why she keeps wanting me to try feminine products. I've played it off as not caring because I'm low key a little scared of her lol (in the way that anxious people are scared of confident people))

Because of said confidence, she tends to dominate conversations, and I'm always happy to listen, as someone who doesn't talk much myself. Because of this, I know she loves plushies and has a history with them, so for Christmas a couple weeks ago I ordered her a plushie online and snuck it into our dorm for her to find, and she ended up loving it.

Thing is, as she told me this, she said she was going to get something once she went home for the break. Apparently it's going to be expensive, too, since she joked that she told her mom to prepare for an expensive purchase beforehand.

I insisted that she not get me the gift, and that I didn't need one, but she is incredibly stubborn about it and was set in her ways of getting me one.

This is very nice of her obviously, and I appreciate the gesture, but.. I genuinely don't like being given gifts. If it's a mutually-discussed thing before-hand, sure, but most of the time gifts are a no-go. I don't exactly like giving gifts and I dislike being given gifts even more. There's way too much unpredictability, and because of my ASD, whenever I get a gift I don't like, I end up complaining about it without thinking, before realizing it's rude and assuring the person that I really do appreciate it. I've tried working on this before, but it's something I can't help— it literally happens without me thinking. As well as that, I only really knew what she'd liked because I actively listened to her a lot and spent over two months using the information I had gathered on her to get her the perfect gift. I am awful about this, since I'm very bad at coming up with gifts for people and this process— taking multiple months just to figure out what to get her— is the best I can do. I'd much rather hang out with people and buy stuff for them on the town, like paying for a dinner or sweets or whatever. The only reason I went through all of this for her is because 1 I appreciate her trying to be nice to me despite the fact that I am literally the type of person she'd bully in high school, 2 it's Christmas, and 3 it feels like I'm repaying her for trying to buy me all this stuff

So her getting me this gift just.. wouldn't sit right with me. I'm terrified of her getting me something I won't like and complaining about it before I can even think because of my ASD, and it'd feel like a massive debt to repay that'd eat at me forever. Plus, despite trying her best to respect my identity, she.. doesn't really know how transphobic she is, and I'm worried she might get me something very cutesy feminine that'd either make me 1 act uncomfortable or 2 lie to her and reaffirm her beliefs that I'm just female-lite. So, this is where my problem lies. WIBTA if I insist harder for her to not get me a present, despite it being her love language?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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saltymongoose · 1 year

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Saltymongoose player + yansofie soldier = player! soldier, how do you think it would go ?

Oh, this is certainly an interesting idea. I think it'd be very complex, to say the least. The mentality the S!Reader has, as well as cosmetic details in their uniform and knowledge of weaponry, is reliant on what "timeframe" they fall into. I know that yansoftie tends to go for a WWII Soldier, which is great and I love them, but technically it would make more sense for a more modern soldier to end up in the game (it's not like someone who fought in Normandy would be playing M:PN2 lmao).

If we go with the modern-day soldier from America, they'd probably mainly have the mentality of "I don't really want to be in the military, but I need some way to pay for college. :/" or something like that. Or perhaps they joined for a sense of discipline, or because their respective country requires mandatory service for a number of years. Regardless, the Player would probably have extensive experience with weaponry and the hierarchy that comes with being in the military. If we're under the assumption that they've yet to be discharged, and they're in the army, then it's likely that they only stream when they're on yearly leave. This could be really interesting, since I can see the Player being one of the more niche social media personalities that usually do short videos (on Tiktok, Instagram, and the like) while in the military, and their fans attend the live streams that they hold on their breaks.

So to get more into the actual meat of this AU, you'd likely start playing this game because you thought your fans would like it (and you probably had an interest in Madcom's animated series/the classic game too). While the experience of feeling your control and your strings wouldn't be any different, once they start to actually hear you, it will start to branch off.

It's highly likely that you would use a lot of references to your work in the military just to be "on brand" (and because it's pretty much your life at this point), which means bringing up gun calibers and commenting on your favorite weapons to use, as well as telling stories about interesting things that have happened to you while in the service.

The boys will immediately notice your observational skills and combat expertise from your comments and will spend most of the time silently awing over you whenever you say anything about their guns and their tactics. (When they're not fighting for your praise and attention, of course.) They take your words to heart, and you'll begin to see them using your preferred weapons in their default load-outs, even if you didn't think those specific guns or melee weapons were even in the game. (A result of them begging Doc to special order them, no doubt.)

They live to impress you; every tactic you mention is researched and studied relentlessly whenever you're away, all so it's perfectly executed upon your return. Furthermore, they'll practice day in and day out with your weapons (some of which they've even named after you/references to you) to see if you react to their increased skill with them. 2BDamned is not as receptive to this because of his role off the field. But this doesn't mean he won't ruminate over your every word and revere the sheer level of expertise and discipline you have. If anything, the fact that you're a soldier only confirms for your grunts that you're the perfect person to help them in Nevada. They love you for it even more, in a way.

And don't even get me started on when they actually see you. If you're in uniform during some of your streams (maybe you just got back or smth, or chat wanted it and met a dono goal), and they happen to have broken into the Auditor's office at the time, they're just sort of gobsmacked. Like they didn't think uniforms could be so attractive on someone before this, and it's sort of this combination of being flustered at your ethereal features and genuinely stunned by how you are in general. You're everything they expected and more.

They're beside themselves, truly (and falling deeper into their obsessions with you, let's be real). And you just know they're taking some of those flattering photos and stills the Auditor has and tucking them into their pockets so they can look at them out on the field, sort of like how you do with your loved ones when you're deployed. (Ironic, considering they look at them the most when you are. The days pass by so slowly when you aren't there.)

They aren't the most zealous of grunts by far, but they would consider worshiping their own god of war if it were you.

As one would expect to become self-evident once you actually meet them in person, of course.

#tw: yandere #might continue w/ this cause this is a fun idea #Also currently working overtime but a set will be out soon #(and a bunch of Hofnarr related asks because I still #have not stopped thinking about that Jeb thing and I need to address it more. It's complicated and angsty and I love it.)#ask #i ❤️ anons #self aware m:pn au #samau #soldier!reader #Oh and also the server's nearly done lol 👍 Just a few more steps to take.

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acapellafics · 6 months

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Finally uploading the story of how Firkle learned that Elias is a wolf hybrid

Elias hummed wandering town with a chocolate tootsie-pop in his mouth since he'd given Pete his last cigarette at school that day, not that he smoked much in general. He fussed with his scarf as he wandered town listening to Bryan Adams’ ‘Here I am’ bobbing his head to the music, he took in a deep breath just enjoying the smell of fresh mountain air considering going to Stark's pond to shift and just meander around the lost woods.

The young fourth grader stretched until his back popped and made his way toward the church so he could go to Stark's Pond, even if he didn't bother shifting he wanted to be in nature whenever he could. He smiled to himself sitting on a bench that overlooked the pond giving a hum of contentment over the chilly breeze that blew through the area jostling his hair, he sniffed the area noticing the familiar scent of nicotine.

He looked around curiously before shrugging it off and skipping some flat rocks across the water, he looked down at a small murder of Crows that hopped around near him. This murder tended to follow him whenever he shifted so it didn't surprise him to see them,

“Hey gang” he smiled at the 4 crows pulling a baggy of halved grapes from his bag feeding them to the Crows.

The Crows cawed excitedly and flocked the boy's feet as he tossed offerings to them, as usual the smallest one perched on his foot and hunkered down. The largest one perched on his head while the remaining two each claimed a shoulder, within minutes he was hand feeding them the grapes.

Elias chuckled feeling the Crow in his hair preening his hair like always,

“Pete won't like you messing up his handy work” he told the Crow reaching up for him to step onto his hand where he was placed on his knee.

“You can sit here” he fixed his hair then pet the Crow gently,

“You four are a part of why they let me in, I'm far too bubbly otherwise too much of a conformist” he snorted a laugh blowing his bangs out of his eyes.

A nearby rustling got Elias’ attention and the boy tilted his head, the Crows dispersed at the noise before the largest one came back and cawed loudly pulling at his hair a sign something was wrong.

“What's wrong?” Elias asked getting up and following the Crow before catching the sound of a guttural growl coming from the lost woods,

“Some poor bastard got lost again” he shook his head softly entering the woods following the growls before a familiar voice made him pick up the pace.

“Shoo!” Firkle had tried cutting through the woods to make a short trip to swipe cigarettes when he found himself cornered by a fairly large black wolf, the kindergartener usually didn't branch off from the other goths but if they all went to the store while he was trying to get them cigarettes they'd be too suspicious so he was going alone and of course today he wound up getting lost.

“Go! I don't have any food” Firkle absolutely loved animals so he usually fed strays, he didn't even have any dollar store kibble with him because it'd make noise so he was up shit creek without a paddle unless someone found him.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Elias broke into a run toward the direction he'd heard Firkle's voice coming from,

“Firkle?!?” He called out as the Crow led him toward the commotion.

Firkle looked up hearing a mercifully familiar voice call his name,

“Elias!” He hated sounding like a defenseless weakling but he knew when he was outmatched.

“Get low! I'm almost there!” Elias ordered spotting the other Crows repeatedly diving at the Wolf trying to distract it, after seeing Firkle collapse into a similar position to what the school teaches the kids to do for an earthquake Elias hurdled himself over a downed log putting himself between the wolf and Firkle.

“Are you nuts?!” Firkle crowed watching Elias put himself between the Wolf and himself,

“He'll rip you to shreds,” the kindergoth snapped at the newest goth.

“Back down, he's just a kid passing through” Elias told the Wolf ignoring Firkle's shouts,

“Let me get him away from your den, he didn't know, it's easy to get lost out here” he'd spotted the little nearby cave that most likely had a female and nursing pups inside.

Firkle watched in shock as Elias tried to reason with the Wolf, Green eyes scanned the clearing after hearing the word den leave the older boy's mouth.

The large Wolf snarled as the larger human that reeked of Wolf tried to convince him to take the smaller one, they were intruding on his territory and expected to just get away with it. He gave a more monstrous snarl flexing out his claws and digging them into the soil, if this stranger wouldn't move on his own he'd be moved.

Elias swore recognizing that the Wolf was planning to pounce and quickly braced himself for the impending impact,

“Firkle listen to me closely, raise the back of your shirt collar and cover your face” he called to the smaller boy.

Firkle blinked in confusion but did as he was told,

“If we die, I'm gonna kill you” he hid his face in his arms leaving his shirt collar exposed.

The Wolf coiled his muscles before using strong hind legs to launch himself at the larger child knocking him down while pinning him with his powerful front paws on the kids chest, what he didn't expect was for the feeling of hind paws to dig into his waist harshly and send him tumbling over.

A smoky/sandy colored Wolf in a bright scarf laid where the child once laid and sapphire eyes looked from the Black Wolf to their now shared target, Elias rolled onto his side getting to his paws as fast as he could.

“Firkle, hold still” he called out breaking into a run toward the boy,

“Eyes and mouth shut!” He ordered before snatching him up, scruffing the smaller goth by the shirt collar before running back toward the church while the Crows distracted the Wolf the best they could.

Firkle kept his eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself get jostled around as Elias ran holding him by the shirt collar, after a few minutes of silence from Elias minus heavy breathing Firkle slowly opened his eyes and was shocked at the sight that greeted him.

A Wolf with Black head fur wearing a bright Yellow scarf was skillfully running through the trees holding his shirt collar in its teeth holding him above the ground like a puppy, what he didn't see was Elias.

“Elias?!?” The cry from the little goth in his hold had Elias skidding to a stop, he looked past his muzzle to see wide green eyes looking up at him.

Elias’ ears drooped a little and he slowly lowered Firkle to his feet before letting his shirt collar go, he waited for the boy to scream or run but he simply stood there staring at him.

“Y-you weren't supposed to look yet” he slowly lowered himself to his belly as if trying to make himself smaller,

“I-I didn't know how else to get you out of there…p-please don't tell anyone about this” he begged.

“Y-you can talk like this?” Firkle asked barely above a whisper as he realized the head fur was actually Elias’ hair,

“Y-you can become a W-Wolf? And you don't want the others to know?” He tilted his head as his brain tried to comprehend all the knowledge.

Elias nodded with each question the kindergoth hurled his way,

“I was born this, my birth father wasn't like this and my mom is so he was shit and I hid this side of me but now that we're here I can be myself but…I've never told anyone” he admitted slowly sitting up.

“Where's your clothes?” Firkle asked finally finding control of his limbs and slowly starting to approach the Wolf,

“Did you choose to have your hair out? What's with the scarf?” It looked like he was about to drill Elias on this discovery.

Elias couldn't help the fond smile at the way Firkle seemed to just accept it with rapt curiosity,

“I'm technically still wearing them, I'm not too sure how to explain it. No I didn't choose to have my hair out but it comes in handy, the scarf is sorta like my clothes but opposite” he explained his tail wagging nearly tripping Firkle as the boy circled him.

Firkle stumbled a bit as he was nearly leg swept by Elias’ now wagging tail,

“Would anybody be able to hear you talk or is it just me?” He asked, tilting his head curiously.

“Sorry baby bat” Elias chuckled,

“You're not a secret Disney princess, anyone could hear me talk” he admitted letting out a soft yelp when Firkle playfully shoved him over for his ‘Disney princess’ comment then laughed.

“Do you have any smokes on you?” Firkle asked Elias, watching him sit up and shake out his fur, he sighed when he shook his head.

“Sorry man, I gave Pete my last cig at school” Elias apologized nudging the boys shoulder with his muzzle,

“Lemme guess, off to live up to your nickname and snag some cigarettes?” He asked, watching the kindergartener nod.

“Need a look out?” He offered standing up and shifting back to his human self watching Firkle try to comprehend actually seeing the transformation,

“Let's roll” he walked Firkle out of the woods and to Main Street for cigarettes.

#sp oc #sp new kid #sp firkle #firkle smith

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what-if-queen-camilla · 7 months

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Chapter 42

That was a tough one to write. I hope you'll like it... and do take part in the poll! :-)

06th September 1997

Of course, Thea had agreed to go to the funeral with her aunt and cousins and so Camilla had taken her to London the next day, where they'd stay at her parents' Kensington flat until after the funeral was over, to get an appropriate outfit for Thea's first big public appearance. It still made Camilla feel uncomfortable that, out of all possible occasions, it had to be Diana's funeral and that she couldn't be by her side, but she trusted that her sweet little angel was going to do brilliantly. Still, it'd have been much nicer and easier if they'd just taken her to Royal Ascot or the Sandringham Flower Show next summer… So they went to Harrods and picked an elegant, yet unobtrusive, knee-length black dress with a matching coat for her. As a headpiece, they’d chosen an equally elegant yet unobtrusive, simple black headband as Camilla considered her a bit too young and her position too controversial to raise more attention towards herself than necessary by wearing something "fancy", she was well aware that all eyes would be on her and that, whatever she was wearing, people would undoubtedly scrutinise every step she'd take so Thea's outfit had to be perfect. She had also instructed her to always stay behind her cousins and next to Sarah, and always do everything Sarah did in exactly the same way in order to stay as inconspicuous as possible, only speak when somebody directly asked her something and always keep her eyes lowered, fixed on the ground, and somehow it had broken her heart that she had to say this. Nobody wanted to be invisible and usually she always tried to encourage her little girl and boost her confidence but this was different. At least a spokesman for Charles and his sons had issued a statement explaining that, at the express request of Their Royal Highnesses Princes William and Harry, their half-sister Miss Theodora Parker Bowles would attend the funeral of the late Diana, Princess of Wales. Of course, as expected, it had caused controversy but Camilla had been glad that at least the public had been "warned" that way; she didn't even want to imagine what a bombshell it'd have been, had they only got to know at the very moment.

Sarah came over to pick up Thea early in the morning. She’d take her to Buckingham Palace, where apparently the whole family would be gathering together before the procession to Westminster Abbey would begin. That was going to be the hardest part for them all and the part Camilla was most afraid of. Her poor little darling had to stand outside Buckingham Palace, surrounded by the whole Windsor Clan, once Diana's coffin, followed by Charles, William, Harry and also the Duke of Edinburgh, would proceed past. The mere imagination of that scenario gave her goosebumps and the thought of her daughter having to go through this all by herself, without her by her side, while the entire planet was watching had caused her a complete sleepless night. Hopefully it wouldn't be too traumatising for Thea, hopefully the others would be kind, hopefully Charles and the boys would be okay…

Before Sarah and Thea left, Camilla hugged her tightly and kissed her so affectionately that it almost scared Thea. "Mum, please. It's only for a few hours.", she said, probably not aware of the real meaning of it all, which was probably even best. "Yes, darling. I'll be thinking of you all day and when you come back later, we'll have a cosy evening, just the two of us." Camilla promised, pressing one last kiss on her daughter's cheek, and eventually waved them goodbye.

She watched them getting into the car out of the kitchen window and burst into tears as the black Audi took off. She was so worried, and it killed her that there was nothing she could do to help. How on earth was she supposed to get through this awful day? Before she could have thought about it any further, the doorbell rang and she quickly dried her tears before rushing to the entrance hall and welcoming… “Andrew?" She hadn't been expecting anybody in particular but out of everybody she knew, her ex-husband was the last one she'd expected to show up. "I thought you might like to have a bit of company today…", he said, looking almost as worried as she herself. Though Thea was not his biological child, he had never stopped caring for and loving her like a father should. She still adored him and still went over for weekends every now and then. He still was, and would always be, her daddy as well and somehow, Camilla was pleased to see him and very touched by his thoughtful reaction. "Thank you, Andy.", she said, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek, motioning for him to follow her inside.

Buckingham Palace

Despite the sad nature of the occasion and her undeniable nervousness and fear, little Theodora was quite impressed when she entered Buckingham Palace together with the Duchess of York. She had never been here before and it was magnificent. She'd very much have liked to enjoy a look around but somehow felt that it wasn't the day for it; Mummy had told her a thousand times that she absolutely had to follow Sarah's instructions, only speak when she was directly asked and keep her eyes lowered down on the floor. The Queen and members of the family had gathered in one of the reception rooms on the ground floor and while Thea was relieved that she didn't spot the Duke of Edinburgh anywhere, she was still looking out for her father and brothers. "They're not here, little one.", Sarah explained. "They will join the procession from the West Wing* and are already waiting there. We'll go outside any minute as well and watch them from the front gates. We have to send them all our love and support, will you do that?", Sarah asked and Thea nodded, when suddenly, much to her relief, Beatrice and Eugenie came over to say hello to their mother and cousin which made her feel less alone. She had also spotted The Queen and Princess Anne in a corner of the room but they didn't seem to have noticed her, and to her disappointment, Great-Granny was nowhere to be seen either. "She will only be at the service.", Sarah explained, and suddenly a bit of a rush occurred and Sarah reached out for her and Eugenie's hand, motioning for Beatrice to walk with Thea as well. "Come on, girls. Off we go.", she said and the four of them followed The Queen and the others through some corridors and eventually outside of the Palace.

"Dear God, look at the crowds!", Camilla sighed as the camera showed an especially impressive view of the thousands of people who had gathered around Buckingham Palace and The Mall to say their last farewell to their beloved Princess. "It's crazy.", Andrew replied. "It's busier than in 1981." He had to know. He'd been there, taking part in the procession at Charles and Diana's wedding. The camera moved to the front gate and the commentator described the scenes: “The Queen, Princess Margaret and other members of the Royal Family… standing outside Buckingham Palace…”, followed by a dramatic zoom out, featuring all of them in one picture. “There she is!”, Andrew exclaimed as they spotted their little girl, right behind her cousins Beatrice and Eugenie, just as Camilla had instructed her over and over again. It broke her heart to see her poor little darling standing there all on her own, but at the same time filled her with immense pride. Of course, she was only ten, but she already looked so beautiful and dignified and was doing so well. The camera moved over to the procession that had meanwhile reached the West Wing of Buckingham Palace, and eventually captured Charles, William, Harry, the Duke of Edinburgh and Earl Spencer, who were all going to join in and walk behind the coffin in a minute. Camilla couldn’t hold back her tears any longer as she saw her love’s and his son’s pain in their eyes… What an awfully hard and sad journey it had to be, and how much she wishes she could be there with them, be there for them. Andrew gently took her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “She’ll be fine, Milla.”, he said, and just like that, the camera once again, moved over to the royal party gathering at the front gate, just in time for them to witness a rather heartwarming scene between Thea and her Uncle Edward, who was obviously whispering something to her, following which she hesitantly made her way to the front row, right between her two cousins. Before Camilla had the chance to worry any further, the procession reached the main entrance of Buckingham Palace and both mourning sons, William and Harry, turned their heads towards their family and Camilla felt like her heart stopped beating as she, along with the majority of the world’s population, watched Thea blowing a loving kiss to her heartbroken brothers…

*in reality, they only joined the procession from St James's Palace but I really wanted to have this special sibling moment.

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