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muchosbesitos · 4 months

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little nurse part two

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem nurse reader

contents: oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, use of vibrator, incorrect use of webbing, and p in v

author’s note: sorry this took me so long to get out but i hope you all enjoy this part :)

word count: 5.3k

little nurse part one

The knocks on your window disappeared completely, Spider-Man's presence no longer a part of your nightly ritual. While you wanted to be relieved that at least he wasn't getting hurt too badly to need your help, the truth was that you missed him. You missed the stupid banter between the two of you, the way that he still managed to make you laugh despite the large gashes that adorn his body most of the time. You would've thought that with the extra time you had on your hands you would be able to get longer hours of sleep, but the image of Spider-Man kept tormenting your thoughts every time that you shut your eyes.

"Don't you think you're acting a little insane waiting for the masked psycho to come through your window?" You heard from behind you, the balcony door wide open as Maya stepped towards you. "He's not a masked psycho, he's a hero. Even if the news doesn't really paint him like that. I just want to be ready if he does end up coming through," you responded back to her, your attention going back to the building rooftops in front of you. "Well, whenever you're done waiting for your webbed boyfriend feel free to come inside. Me and Valeria brought some pizza and wine along with some movies," she told you before stepping back inside, shutting the balcony door.

You felt goosebumps forming on your skin as you stood outside, leaning against the balcony. You rubbed your hands as an attempt to stay warm, your eyes flickering to the skies in front of you just to see if you get a glimpse of those red webs you missed so dearly. "Just fifteen minutes and then I'll go back inside," you uttered to yourself, starting to pace around the confined space of the balcony. "Great, now I’m even talking to myself," you scoffed, rubbing your temples as you wondered why Spider-Man hadn't bothered to visit you, wondering if you'd done something wrong and how you could fix this hypothetical problem.

The guilt inside Miguel grew as he looked down at you from a rooftop nearby, not close enough to where you could see him though. He saw the way that you shivered, your breath forming a small cloud up in the air as you waited around. He'd been wanting to drop by sooner, especially after he got into a fight with the Lizard but he couldn't bring himself to face you just yet. The rejection that you'd given him at the hospital still stung, the memories of how Conchata had reacted to his revelation of being Spider-Man flashing through his mind. He only swung away from the building once you started to head back inside, going back to the emptiness of his home and the comfort of his shower.

You thought you saw a flash of red web from the corner of your eye but you decided not to give it too much thought, going back into the house after the fifteen minutes had passed. You plastered a smile on your face as you walked over to the kitchen where your friends were struggling to open up the bottle of wine, resorting to using a knife after not being able to find a corkscrew. "Here," you spoke up after you'd grabbed the utensil from one of your cabinets, the bottle of wine getting opened in mere seconds after that. "I'm guessing Spider-Man didn't show up?" Valeria asked you, grabbing a couple of wine glasses from the cup cabinet. "No, but it's alright. Let's just try to enjoy tonight."

"Nightmare on Elm Street is boring!"

"You only want to watch Scream because Skeet Ulrich is in it!"

"So what? You can't sit there and deny that he doesn't look fine covered up in blood!"

"That's all there is to the damn movie though! Just the fact that they're all mostly hot!"

Your friends screams at one another over what movie to watch were quickly starting to make you get annoyed, though that was also partly from the disappointment you'd faced tonight. "Well, what movie do you want to watch?" Valeria asked, both of them turning to look at you expectantly. Before you had the chance to get one word in, they were already arguing their points over why you should pick the one movie over the other. "Can y'all chill? Let me get a word in before we end up just not watching anything," you spoke up after they stopped yelling to catch their breath. "What if we just watch Friday the 13th? It's way better than those two."

"That wasn't even one of the options!"

"If that's the case, then we might as well just watch Halloween."

The two of them fell into a silence after the last suggestion was made, shrugging as they put in the CD. You didn't really care what movie they decided on, just happy that the arguing had seized for the night and you could eat your pizza. "So I did a little research on the guy that asked you out at the hospital a couple weeks ago," Valeria spoke up as the opening credits started to roll in, your curiosity peeking through as you glanced over at her. "And what'd you find?" You inquired, even setting your wine glass down to direct your attention solely to her. "I thought you didn't care about him," Maya spoke up, looking over at you with a small smirk on her face. "Well I don't, but she can't just say something like that and expect me not to ask."

They both gave each other a knowing look before Maya cleared her throat, refilling her wine glass. "Apparently he's a member of the board over at Alchemax. Where they do the experiments and stuff," she finally divulged, making your eyes widen slightly. He'd mentioned being a doctor as well, but you never would've imagined that he would be working in such a high position at one of the most prestigious research institutions. "Bet you regret not going on that date with him now," Maya spoke, already starting to get intoxicated as she drained her wine cup with ease. "I mean he's not bad but he's not-" you started off before getting interrupted by them. "He's not Spider-Man, we know."

The two of them fell asleep before the movie even got to the climax, leaving you to clean up the living room alone. You got up and paused the movie before grabbing the discarded cups, pouring their contents into the sink before setting them down. You picked up the pizza box from the coffee table, setting it in the oven to eat as leftovers tomorrow. After wiping down the coffee table from crumbs, you walked over to your closet to get the two of them some blankets and a couple pillows. You tucked them in to the best of your ability without waking them up before you turned the lights off and headed off to bed yourself. "I hope you're safe Spider-Man," you mumbled to yourself as you laid down on your back, closing your eyes in hopes that sleep would come easier this time around.

"What's all this for?" You asked, stepping into the faculty lounge to see that there was a wide array of Olive Garden trays on the tables. "Apparently one of the workers at Alchemax wanted to thank the nurses for the amazing service that the nurses provide," Maya spoke up from behind you, grabbing herself a plastic plate before scooping up some pasta onto her plate. You didn't have to think too hard to piece the places together, your brows slightly knitting together at the realization. "Just give the man a chance, what could go wrong?" Valeria spoke up next to you, almost like she'd read your mind about the suspicions you had.

Despite the fact that you weren't entertaining the idea of going out on a date with him, you still grabbed yourself a plate of pasta and breadsticks. A better lunch than the grub offered in the cafeteria, that's for sure. "Maybe he'll give us gift cards to Benihana if you keep this up," Maya muttered next to you, the thought of him pursuing this that far making a pit grow in your stomach. "I don't think he's that crazy to do that, plus he'll probably get bored and move on to whoever crosses his path next. You know how egotistical scientists tend to get," you told her, the words serving to reassure you more than her. Maya shrugged, going back to conversing with Valeria about what horror movie they should watch for the next movie night.

You came back home at a decent hour of the night, locking up the door behind you as you got settled in for the night. You glanced over at the balcony, wondering if you should even continue to wait out for him in the cold. You eventually decided against it as your hands reached out for the balcony door, somewhat accepting the fact that Spider-Man wasn't going to be showing up in your life anymore. All you could do is make peace with the fact and move on with your life, even if every fiber of your being wanted to do just the opposite of that. You forced yourself to walk over to your bedroom, changing into a pair of fuzzy pants and an oversized tee before heading back to reheat some pizza for dinner.

A loud thud coming from your balcony surprised you, the hope that you'd thought had been extinguished surging back through your veins. You opened up the door, spotting Spider-Man hanging upside down from your balcony. "I thought you found another nurse to be with," you had a million thoughts running through your mind, having practiced what you would say if you saw him again but those were the only words that had come out. "And replace you as my little nurse? Never," he responded, standing up on his feet as he approached you carefully. You studied his suit, almost expecting him to be missing a limb for him to show up once more.

Much to your surprise, you couldn't find a single scratch on his suit as he stood in front of you. "I'm fine, little nurse. I'm here because I actually wanted to talk to you about something," he interrupted your thoughts, your eyes making their way back onto his masked face. "Did I do something wrong last time? Didn't stitch or clean something correctly?" You asked him, wanting to get a reason why'd he just stopped showing up. "No, nothing like that. I'm here because you haven't been able to leave my thoughts for weeks now. I thought I could get over it if I tried hard enough, but your face just keeps running on repeat in my mind," he spoke up after a couple seconds, his words making your jaw drop.

You'd expected him to tell you that you'd messed something up the last time that you'd seen him, not that the fact that he had a crush on you made it hard for him to be around you. "For the record, you haven't really been able to leave my thoughts either. It's kind of stupid, but I've been waiting outside just to see if you'd show up needing my help," you spoke up after the initial shock wore off, putting your feelings on the line. You weren't sure how he would react to your words, if he would think that you were just another Spider-Man fangirl melting over him. You'd fallen for the personality that he'd shown underneath the suit, the type of person that he is rather than the web-slinging hero everybody else got to witness.

Miguel was nervous to reveal himself to you, worried about how you would react after he pulled that little stunt at the hospital. He wasn't sure how to go through this uncharted territory of having to pursue you, but he figured being honest with you was probably a great starting point. He knew he was probably worrying you with the silence from his end, but he couldn't bring himself just to take off the mask off just yet. It was his form of armor in this situation, his way of being able to portray how he felt towards you freely. "Mierda, just do it," he muttered to himself, his hands coming up to the neck hemline of the mask before he slowly slipped it up. His hand hung by his side with the mask in hand, simply gauging for your reaction.

He'd expected for you to be disgusted, to push him away after you saw his face. But you didn't, you simply stood there as you tried to digest the man in front of you. "Now I see why you were so persistent," you finally managed to get out, the pieces slowly starting to make sense in your brain. "I hope that I didn't pressure you too badly. I just wanted for you to see me as me, I suppose," he responded, keeping his distance from you just in case you did end up kicking him out. "I'll admit the Olive Garden was a nice touch, my friends were wondering if maybe next time you'll be able to do gift cards to Benihana," you responded, a hint of amusement in your voice. "I'll have to see, my boss got pretty mad over the use of company funds."

Aaron had spent the entire morning yelling at Miguel about how irresponsible he'd been with the company's money, demanding him to go get a refund once he was done with the rant. The image of you eating the lunch rather than having to eat the disgusting grub he'd caught a glimpse of during his time at the hospital managed to distract him from anything that Aaron was telling him, simply giving a "uh uh" here and there to give off the illusion that he was listening. "You're not even listening to me! Just get the hell out of my office and don't think about pulling that shit again or you're fucking fired. You're already on thin ice O’Hara," Aaron had told him after the umpteenth dismissal Miguel had given him.

"I hope you're not too disappointed by the sight. I know you weren't exactly too eager towards my advances at the hospital," he spoke up, almost seeming a bit nervous as he stood in front of you. He was completely exposed to you, in a way that he'd only had the chance to be with his brother. You knew every aspect of him now, who he was underneath the layers he spent so carefully crafting around himself. "I wasn't responsive to the flirting because I thought of Spider-Man as a different person. I was so infatuated by you that I didn't accept any advances, really," you admitted to him, stepping closer towards him.

The tension that'd been building up towards this very moment relieved the moment that his lips connected with yours, his hands holding your hips in place as he leaned down. The relief that Miguel felt running through his body was insurmountable, excited about what opportunities this would open for the two of you. You leaned in, your hand pressed against his cheek before you clipped it. His skin felt soft to the touch despite his sharp features, a bit cold from the temperature outside. "Do you mind if I kiss you, Miguel?"

Just hearing his name rolling off your tongue was enough to make him weak at the knees, the stoic behavior that he usually exuded completely gone as you looked up at him. You made him feel like a teenage boy again, a blush threatening to make itself apparent on his face with every smile that you gave him. "Please," his voice came out in a quiet whisper, his head dipping down a bit to meet yours halfway. He could only simply observe as you leaned in closer to him, your lips looking enticing with every second that lingered. He felt like every worry that he had was for naught the moment he felt your lips on his, his body igniting like a flame at the mere touch.

The kiss had started off as something exploratory, your lips getting to meet his for the first time before it turned more intense. It turned more needy, the desperation from the past couple weeks without seeing each other making itself apparent. His tongue explored every crevice that you’d made available to him, the grip on your hips slightly tightening as he held you close to him. The way that he kissed you with such desperation made you feel like you were his lifeline, a saving raft in the middle of the ocean. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at how good he was making you feel in the moment, your hands almost pushing his cheeks closer to you.

"You don't know how hard it was to control myself when I saw you using that vibrator the other day. Moaning for no one other than me, did that feel good? Imagining me doing all these things you want me to do?" He asked you, a bit of embarrassment inside you as he mentioned seeing you with your toy. You'd forgotten to close your windows, assured by the fact that nobody would know given how high up you live in the building. "You know how hard it was to force myself to go fight the Lizard? All I could think about is how you would look like taking my cock, your sounds filling up my ears," he continued, his hands gently squeezing on your waist. A fresh pool of arousal accumulated in your panties as he spoke, your voice unrecognizable to yourself. "Then let me show you how I would look like taking your cock."

You guided him into your bedroom, a little messy from the work schedule you'd been having recently but he didn't seem to mind too much. As he took off the Spider-suit, you couldn't help but notice just how bulked up he was. Veins adorned his forearms as they flexed with every movement, his biceps looking like they could crush you with one movement alone. But with that, you also couldn't help but realize that he wasn't wearing underneath that suit. "Do you normally fight villains with your balls hanging in the air?" You inquired, a brow raised as he slid the shirt over his head. "It's better for mobility since clothes kind of constrict your movements," he responded, albeit a bit defensively. “Better hope that your suit doesn’t get damaged from the waist down then.”

The fantasy of seeing you down on your knees for him felt even better than he'd imagined, seeing the desperation in your eyes as you waited for him to finish getting undressed. He slipped off the bottom part of his spider-suit, the material pooling down at his feet before he kicked it off to the side. The way that your eyes connected with his as your hand barely managed to wrap around his cock felt intoxicating, a fire igniting deep within him. He was now completely at your disposal, letting you do anything that you wanted to him. Your hand slowly moved up and down his shaft, wanting to take your time to make up for the time that he hadn't been here.

Your thumb lazily dragged on the tip of his cock, precum sticking to your finger as you did. “Is this making you feel good?" You asked him, mustering up the most seductive voice that you could as you leaned in and pressed your lips against his thighs. You'd seen the hesitation that he held when he was exposing his identity to you and you wanted to do nothing more than to ease the worries that might be brewing inside of him. "So good, tan buena que eres con tus manos," he responded, the Spanish lessons that you'd taken prior to your job at the hospital coming in handy. (so good with your hands) "¿Sí? Dejame escuchar que tan bueno te hago sentir," his brows raised as the words came out your mouth, his surprise morphing into pleasure as your fingers traced on the thick veins of his dick. (yeah? let me hear how good i'm making you feel)

You pressed open mouthed kisses on his shaft, making your way up as you left one on the tip. you gave it a small kitten lick, hearing him let out a small groan as you continued to tease him. "Please, es injusto. Te necesito, te lo pido por favor," he requested of you, a smile forming on your face as you heard the sheer desperation in his voice. (it’s unjust. i need you, i’m asking you please) You'd been planning on teasing him for much longer, but you decided to concede and give in to his desires. Your lips were covered in your own drool as you started to suck him off, spit covering every surface that your mouth could reach. His hand came to the back of your head as he held you in place, his chest heaving with every swirl of your tongue.

"Oh fuck, taking my cock so well," he managed to choke out through the shaky breaths that he'd been taking, his voice almost coming out in a whine. "Been thinking about having your cock in my mouth for a while now, making you feel good," you responded, the hand on the back of your head slightly tensing. "Yeah? I hope I've met your expectations then," his voice came out even more shaky than last time, his fangs biting onto his lower lip at an attempt to muffle the sounds he was making. "None of that, let me hear you," you told him, slowing down with your movements until he released his lower lip from the grasp he'd had it in.

Your cheeks hollowed as you struggled to fit him in your mouth, the sheer length and width of him making it hard for you to do so. He didn't seem to mind though, not with the way that your hand compensated for what your mouth couldn't reach. Your head bobbed up and down of what you could fit in your mouth, your tongue running across the thick veins along the sides. The hand that was wrapped around the base of his cock slightly tightened as you jerked him off before moving to cup his balls. "Don't stop, I'm almost there," he sounded so needy as he asked you for that simple request, almost like he needed the euphoric release.

His thighs began to tremble as his orgasm slowly approached him, shaky breaths becoming louder. "Right there, don't stop," he practically groaned out, his head leaned back as the sensation of your mouth filled him with utter bliss. You kept the same pace that you'd been going at, working him through his orgasm before ropes of cum shot into your mouth. Your tongue flattened out against the tip of his cock, eager to taste him in any way that was possible. Some of it dribbled down your chin as you closed your mouth to swallow the liquid, the slightly salty taste of it remaining on your tongue as a memory of what just happened.

He took a couple seconds to compose himself, getting his breathing back to normal before laying down on the silk sheets you'd placed earlier. "Sit on my face," he requested of you, his tone of voice making it sound more like a demand. "What?" You asked with a breathless chuckle, despite the fact that his expression told you he was being completely serious. "I didn't stutter. Sit on my face, hermosa," he simply repeated once more, a slight hesitation in you before you moved closer to him. You'd seen the buildings that he'd lifted off before they came crumbling down, seen the way he could handle himself, but a part of you couldn't help but feel nervous at the action. "What if I smush you? Then Nueva York gets mad at me for losing their vigilante."

"You're not going to smush me, just sit down and let me have this," he sounded like the pleasure was actually meant more for him rather than you, eager to have the taste of you on his tongue. You stripped off your pajamas, settling onto his lap before slowly moving up his torso up to his mouth. He looked at you expectantly, his eyes following every movement that you were making. Your hands gripped onto the bedpost behind the two of you, slowly sinking down to his face. You couldn't bring yourself to completely sit down on his face, choosing to rather hover above it. you waited for him to get started, but his mouth remained shut until you felt his hands snaking their way up to your thighs.

"If I wanted you to hover, I would've said so. But I told you to sit on my face so sit," he spoke as his hands pushed you down to his face, your thighs on either side of his head. He kept his grip on your legs as his tongue collected the slick that was dripping from your folds, tongue pressed flatly as the essence of you completely induced his mind. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him start to sloppily make out with your pussy, his mouth eager to explore just what exactly it was that made you tick. His tongue thrusted up into your pussy, his mouth angling to hit that spongy spot inside of you that had your hands gripping down on his hair.

Your hips began to shamelessly grind themselves against Miguel’s face, his nose bumping against your clit in the most delicious way every time that you did. Your previous reservations about suffocating him withered away, your main focus being on how good he was making you feel. The grip on his hair tightened when his mouth closed around your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the nub. “Oh fuck, you’re doing this so well,” you managed to get out through the pleasure he was making you feel, your breathing heavy as you struggled to keep your composure with every suck of your clit.

You felt yourself getting closer to that climax, slowly teetering towards the edge with every expert flick of his tongue. The added friction from your hips only added to your pleasure, shivers running down your spine. The small groans coming from Miguel vibrated in your cunt, the sound seeming to be reverberating throughout your body. Your thighs enclosed around his head as you started to feel that surge running through you, the need to cum. With one final suck of your clit, your release coated the entirety of the bottom half of his face as he licked it away with a grin on his face. You got off him after taking a couple seconds to control your breathing, his cock already seeming to be hard from just eating you out.

"Let me see that vibrator that you were teasing yourself with the other day," he told you as you got off from his lap, your legs slightly wobbly as you got up to reach for your nightstand. You grabbed the toy that he was talking about along with a condom, placing both of them on top of the nightstand at his disposal. He picked up the vibrator, pressing on the button just to see how many different settings it had to it. He got up from the bed to give you room to spread out, your body spread out in a starfish position as you awaited for his next movements. Slick dripped down from your cunt down to the sheets at the pure anticipation of what he'd do, an idea of where the night could go slowly forming in your mind.

Red webbing shot out of his wrists, the material confining your hands against the bedposts. You couldn't deny that you'd thought about Spider-Man putting you in this same position many times, but actually living through it was much more fulfilling. Your legs spread out for him, your cunt still wet from your previous orgasm and the spit that Miguel had produced throughout. Watching him reach out for the condom and vibrator felt torturous, almost like he was purposely taking his time to tease you even further. He took the wrapper off the condom, tossing it to the trash before sliding the rubber on. Miguel pressed a small kiss on your forehead before gliding his cock up and down your folds, using your slick as a form of lube.

His cock felt like it was molding your walls to take his shape, your cunt fluttering around him as you struggled to adjust to the feeling. "I can't take it, Miguel. too big," you whined out, letting out a sharp gasp as you felt the vibrator make connection with your clit. "Yes you can, look at you. You've been taking it so good for me," he cooed, wiping away at some tears that had rolled down your cheeks. He pushed the rest of his cock with no resistance a couple seconds later, before he retracted. His hips snapped into yours in one sharp movement, his dick feeling like the missing piece of a puzzle as he slid in once more. He let you get adjusted to the feeling of his cock inside of you before he even tried to establish some kind of pace, having to control himself as well before he came prematurely.

The way that he used the vibrator to match the rhythm of his thrusts, treating the toy as his equal rather than a competitor, was starting to get too overwhelming. You were already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, your legs trembling underneath him as your cunt began to wrap around him like a vice. Your walls had trapped him successfully, sucking his cock deeper into you. He'd put a pillow underneath your ass, the new angle allowing him to sink in much deeper. "Too much, miguel," you breathed out as he raised the intensity of the vibrator, your fingernails digging into the webs confining you. Even though you'd told him that, you couldn't help but moan out in pleasure as he continued to thrust into you at a vigorous pace.

Your hands tugged against your restraints as you felt yourself approaching that all too familiar feeling already, the intensity of him and the vibrator combined being too much to bear. "Please, please. I'm so close," you moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continued to thrust into you. His hips slapped against yours with every movement that he made, the sound of skin slapping combining with the moans coming out of your mouth. You were teetering on the edge for a couple seconds before you allowed yourself to indulge in that feeling of euphoria, your release coating the condom as he slipped inside of you. In one final thrust, his legs bucked underneath as ropes of cum shot out into the condom.

Miguel cut your webs off with a talon, discarding of the silky material in the waste bin you had next to your bed. "Hey, are you okay? Feel free to tell me if you think that I went too far or anything like that," he asked you, his hands gently massaging the injured skin. "No, I liked it. I would've said something, don't worry," you assured him, your chest still heaving as you came down from your orgasm. He laid back down next to you, his hand intertwining with yours as the sounds of your breathing combined filled the room. You looked over at him, letting yourself admire just how pretty he truly he was. With the Spider-Man suit on and without it.

You weren't sure why, but you were unable to think of something to tell him. You'd landed on "How are you feeling after your cold?" before immediately regretting it as he wrapped a blanket around the two of you. "Well you and the doctor took good care of me so I managed to heal pretty quickly. Think I might need to spend the night since it's snowing, wouldn't want to catch another cold," he responded with a sheepish smile, his hands wrapping around your waist as he held you close. He provided you with more heat than your blanket ever could, providing you with a calming sense of comfort as he held you. "Well, anything for my patients," you assured him with a small laugh, leaning in and pressing your lips against his cheek before making yourself comfortable in his embrace.

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maryleclerc · 1 year

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𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 — charles leclerc

pairing: prince!charles leclerc x reader

summary: just another version of 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫, prince charles leclerc cheated on his wife and confessed

author note: NO HATE TOWARD CHARLOTTE SINE !

read the my royal series here

au: this is my first time write a full one-shot or long imagine so please forgive me if i made any mistake. would be great if you can give some opinion, advice after reading this 🫶🏻 there no part 2 of this, and i might delete it anytime so not sure if i will keep it or not

warning: english is my native language, use google translation, grammar mistaken. but i won’t call it a part of the 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 series, i made cause so much people wanted to read it so it’s going to be a sad end, please if you don’t like this end… scroll or just don’t read it at all. love ya!)

Charles and I have been married for 3 years, we have a 2 years old son together, according to the royal plan arranged for both of us, as it was plan today we will got to Italy because in a few days we will attend the F1 Grand Prix race in Italy this year but it coincides with the wedding date of my best friend in London, not wanting to let the Italians down because of the broken promise. We have decided, Charles going to attend the race in Italy in the next few days, me and Christian are going to attend my best friend wedding in London.

"Morning mon amour, is Christian awake yet baby?" Charles asked me and came up to where I was standing and kissed my forehead, he has been act to strange for the past few month he use to to kiss me on the lips every morning and before bedtime. But now he only kiss me once or sometime he does not kiss me at all.

"He haven’t, can you help me wake him up handsome?" I look up and smile at Charles and kiss him on the lips.

“Of course i can.” He replies and leaves his phone on the table before goes into our son room, Christian to wake him up.

Just a few seconds after Charles walked into our son room to wake him up, Charles' phone vibrated constanly. i didn't mean to see who’s texted him at first but because it kept vibrate so I thought maybe it was something to urgent and needed my husband so I walked over to grab Charles phone but right at the moment i pick it up, the phone lights up once again and the name Kristiana Bailee was pop up in his phone screen… It’s his ex girlfriend, the famous actress Kristiana Bailee

Everything would've been fine if she hadn't sent another text message saying, "Can't wait to be with you in Italy baby… does your wife know?"

My heart just drop imediatly, don’t know how to react, should i throw his phone away? she even calls my husband baby? and then I heard Charles's voice coming out of Christian's room and I quickly turn off the phone, put it back down and wiped all my tears away before Charles could see it.

I walk over and put breakfast i just made on the table for Charles and Christian and i turned walk straight to our share bedroom. He notice it’s very unusual for me to skip breakfast today, I never skip breakfast because it's so important.

"Wait Y/n, you don't eat breakfast today?" Charles asked

"Yea, i feel a bit dizzy because i couldn't sleep last night, so I'm still a bit tired now, please wake me up at 8am so I can get Christian change and then we have to arrive at the airport on time" I said but still didn't turn to look at Charles, because I was afraid, I was afraid that if I turned to look into those eyes of Charles again I would see those images, the images of Charles looking at her with those eyes, eyes that I thought were only for me.

The clock strikes 8 o'clock Charles wakes me up, I change Christian's clothes and Charles prepares the car to drive us to the airport on time so we can arrive at London on time and Charles will go to Italy to "her" the famous actress. When we got to the airport, Charles hugged me and Christian tightly

“I love you, mon a'mour and have a safe flight” Charles said and kissed me on the lips, I have to kiss these lips because it will probably be the last kiss from Charles that I get, then he kiss Christian once again

“Charles, you have a safe flight too and enjoy the race baby” I smiled and said, does Charles recognize this smile? a sad smile, “Christian say bye bye papa, see you at home.” I turn to Christian. “Bye bye paapa” His cute little voice makes me feel a bit soothed. Before Charles can say anything, I turned away and got into the plane as fast as i can before he can see another tear run down my eyes

As soon as Christian and I arrived in London, our friends were there to pick us up, no matter what, I will make the most of my days in London and just forget everything that happened back to Monte Carlo.

2 days later

After 2 days spending all my energy for my girls wedding day, today me and Christian had to leave London to go back to Monte Carlo and it’s 6am, we’ve to catch a flight in 9am so i think it’s best to get yourself ready while Christian still asleep. I pack mine and Christian lugguage, after finish I open my phone to check who’s texting me in this early morning, one of my other bestfriend Céline back in Monte Carlo just sent me a link and the next she text me “WTF?! Are you okay?”

I click onto that link, and it’s show an images of Charles and Kristiana kissing eachother at Italy Grand Prix.

The i started to read every single word that was exist in that news

“Three years after Prince Charles Leclerc and Princess Y/n married, people whom attended today race at the Formula 1 Italian Grand Prix got caught Prince Charles Leclerc of Monte Carlo kissing another woman, it is none other than actress Kristiana Bailee, it’s known that the two have a history dating but after 2 years together, the two of them decided to end their relationship then Prince Charles Leclerc found the love of his life is Y/n Y/l/n (Princess Y/n of Monte Carlo now) and together they have a 2-year-old son, Prince Christian Arthur of Monte Carlo.

It could be said that this was an affair and this has led to media criticism of the way Prince Charles Leclerc and actress Kristiana Bailee act in public. Accordingly, Princess Y/m is not present at the Grand Prix race in Italy today is because she has to attend the wedding of her close friend in London.

So far, the Royal Family has not made any announcement about this information.”

My heart sink once again, i felt like i cannot breath anymore… they’re now making it public. During the flight from London back to Monte Carlo, I sat with Christian on my lap and pondered over how to react when I met Charles, I might be angry uncontrollably. As soon as I got home from the airport, I saw Charles' car parked at the front gate of the house, so I gave Christian to the babysitter. I went straight into the living room where Charles was sitting, and as soon as I entered I immediately asked Charles.

“Do you love her? Kristiana Bailee” I ask him with a calm voice and show him the images that those people has taken of them kissing, trying to calm myself down cause i just don’t want to hurt anyone while we’re having this kind of converstion

“Y/n, it’s not what its look like, you have to trus-” He start to explain a little, trying to walk across the big sofa to grab me

“Do you fucking in love with her? CHARLES FUCKING LECLERC! JUST FUCKING ANSWER MY QUESTION” I raise my voice at Charles, then bridge of my nose start to feel uncomfortable and a stream of tears ran down my face. Charles hated to make me cry, he once said to me that i don’t deserve who make me cry… but now here he is the one who make my heartbreak into small pieces and cry my eyes out

“I’m so sorry Y/n, and no i’m not inlove with her. I just don’t fucking know why i’ve done all of this shit” He said with a sad, regret voice then i continued to ask him “How long? Charles how long have you and that bitch been doing this behind my back?”

“You know what Charles, never mind” I didn't even care to hear his answer, I turned and walked out of the room with an unbearably gloomy atmosphere. Charles chased after me and grabbed my arm so tight as if I could disappear into thin air at any moment.

“Please don’t leave, Y/n please” Charles begging me to stay and look straight at me into my eyes

“Charles I already know everything, everything from the day you came to Italy Grand Prix, but I still trust that you would never do such things. But when I found out the truth, and also the everything, it really made me extremely disappointed! Why do you do such things that you’ve promise me? do you think our 9 years relationship and 3 fucking years of marriage doesn't mean anything? If you not think about me when you’re with her, you atleast think of our son Christian, how do you think he would feel when he’s old enough and found out that the reason his parents divorced was because his father was secretly FUCKING another woman behind his mother back? and that’s other woman is his father ex lover. It’s hurt me so bad Charles my heart ache everytime i saw those images got posted everywhere on every social platform” I said while crying, Charles look shock when he heard the word “divorce”

“No we are not going to get a divorce Y/n. Hit me, shout at me or do whatever you want but please don’t get a divorce” Charles said, i snapp back “NO CHARLES THERE ARE NO FUCKING WAY TO WORK THIS SHIT OUT ANYMORE, IT’S OVER” I storm out of our house.

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waynewifey · 10 months

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aftermath — b.w

part one - ‘dear mr. wayne’

part two - ‘aftermath’

part three. - ‘aporia’

summary: you escaped that warehouse, but part of you died in there. now, your husband helps you grief your own loss while trying to not murder your relationship.

pairing: bruce wayne/battinson x reader

genre: drama & angst romance

warnings: mentions of sex and alcohol; mentions of ptsd, anxiety and it’s symptoms; hospital setting; dubious science; dubious law enforcement

word count: 2.9k

A/N: thank you for all the positive feedback on part 1! there will be a part three because this post would get too long, so let me know if you’ll like to be tagged in that. my biggest challenge writing this was trying to give bruce the start of a redemption arc, please tell me if you think it worked. comments and constructive criticism is appreciated!

gotham, USA.

the continuous beeping sound wakes you up.

your eyes are still closed, blocking the intense light over your head. your senses are taken by the familiar scent: sandalwood, cinnamon and lemongrass soap. it almost feels like you're home.

but your feet are senseless from the cold and the bedsheets faintly smell like chlorine. there's a pinching ache in your arm and the scenario is complete. oh how you hate hospitals.

"how are you feeling?" back at home, bruce had learned the difference in your breathing as you woke up, which made pretending to sleep hard enough for you to give up. you open your eyes, finding yourself in a luxurious room. if it wasn't for the IV on your left side, it could easily be mistaken for a five star hotel.

bruce sat at a large light green armchair, about four feet from your left hand. you couldn't tell by his voice, but he looked exhausted. for once, he's wearing sweatpants. the puffy face and swollen eyes show he hasn't had much sleep. you, on the other hand, feel like you've slept for a thousand years.

"i have no idea. what's up with me?" his sigh has your heart racing and the fear of being a liability falls over you. a comforting hand lays on yours, his warms fingers grounding you to remember the last time you were awake. it felt like a nightmare and you desperately hoped it was. instead, the pain comes in flashes, the image of your husband being shot and the feeling of hitting ice cold water do too. it's all just so horrible you wish it wasn't real.

"they told me you were going to be fine, but i don't know." bruce feels as if a burden has come off his chest finally seeing you move. the last couple of days have been a torture of expectation and blame for him. "the doctor had you in an induced coma. you had a concussion on the river. your stomach was stitched up. he said..." he stops for a moment, this is obviously way too hard for him to go through again. bruce hasn't left the room ever since he was discharged. everyday, for two weeks, he kept overthinking the night before and the day during. if he had stayed up and talked about your relationship, you wouldn't be in that bed. if he looked for you in the morning, if he noticed your absence at work, if he hadn't put his phone on silent mode... there were a million of things that he could've done different so the most important person in his world wouldn't have gone through all of that. "he said the ptsd would worsen your recovery. this morning the nurses told me you were better, so i have to believe them. that's my only hope."

you need a moment to take in the words, finally deciding that you didn't want to discuss your health. there were way better people to pay attention to that in the building and it would only make you anxious. you can't help but stare at his eyes, your mind bringing up the image of your husband choking the man that kept you hostage.

"you almost killed him." the tone is of disapproval, bruce couldn't be any more confused. he frowns. bile arises from his stomach leaving a acid taste to his mouth.

"i would've, of course i would. y/n, you had no idea what i would do for you. i would fight the devil himself if it meant keeping you safe. that's why i do what i do. the batman, the politics, it's all for you. if i can make this world 1% better for you, for our children, to live on, it's worth it." his gulp is loud, adam's apple going up and down, showing how dry his throat was. the following words have his voice shaking, almost disappearing. "but fate keeps telling me that i'm not enough. no matter what i do, you keep getting hurt and i just-" bruce stares the floor. that's something he always did when saying harsh things, avoiding eye contact and not letting tears slip away. however, this time it doesn't work at all. he can hear his heart tearing up with every syllable, the physical pain striking his chest. he wants to beg you to forgive him, but there is a noble thing to do. his words are cut off by the creaking of the door and the doctor's footsteps. he's smiling, like this isn't hell. bruce shrinks into the couch, making himself ignorable.

"so... i have good news!" the blonde says, clipboard in hand. "we need to run some other tests and an x-ray, but you seem to be healing pretty well. we'll hold you in for a couple of days just to make sure there aren't any complications with your body and then you can go home. how are you feeling so far?"

you're surprised by the sudden change in the conversation and your brain needs a moment to think about something helpful. you do a body scan trying to identify any pain, but overall you feel good.

"hungry. like, starving." the doctor smiles, saying he'll get you a meal as soon as possible. he warns you that you may not be able to eat much just yet, something about your stomach shrinking. you nod, already feeling irritated by the recovery process. then he leaves and there's a loud silence until you get back on the previous topic.

"you just what?" you expect bruce to sit correctly again, but he doesn't. he looks so small in the shadows, so comfortable. you really don't want to talk about that anymore, but curiosity takes over. he doesn't respond immediately, so your heart pounds over the anxiety of hearing bad news. suddenly you feel so tired, you want him to take over all the decisions like he usually does. today, though, he seems open to suggestions, like his own ideas weren't suitable. how could you know someone so well but still have no idea what's on his mind?

"i think maybe you shouldn't be associated with me. any part of me." the world stops with your breathing. bruce wishes he could take it back. going over this conversation in his head made it seem easier to say out loud. you've been married for three years. you knew his ambitions for even longer. you chose this life and he has no right to take that from you. still, the ring on your finger weighs you down.

— DENIAL

you've learned to appreciate the winter winds. at the top of the wayne tower there were barely any, but tonight they caress your face with the gift of numbness. breathing in is both refreshing and painful. the scratched teacup warms your fingers, a small memoir from your childhood home, from times that won't ever come back. you used to be down there, frightened by dark alleys and gunshots. now you're on top of the world and nothing, not even that psychopath, can take that from you. you did relearn discomfort. ache. cold. it all made you appreciate life even more. in fact, the month that followed your hospital discharge was pure bliss. something about renewal, about rebirth.

bruce watched you from the living room, the wrinkled glass distorting your silhouette in the balcony. that was a good representation of how he currently saw you, slightly blurred and shaken. his cup would usually hold whiskey, neat, but it holds coffee instead. you keep saying you're fine and waking up screaming in the middle of the night. then he would hold you and you would be actually fine. so now he's staying awake through the night, sleeping three or four hours during the day while alfred takes care of you. of course they don't let you know, because you've denied every explicit help. as you get ready to sleep, bruce gets ready to stay in bed through the night, alone with his thoughts. part of him was scared to sleep. he was sleeping when you were taken, there's no way he would let that happen again.

it has been almost a year since he stopped patrolling the city. the news cover murders and robberies every day. alfred makes sure to come up with something for both bruce and you to do at those hours. he's taken a pause in promoting his candidacy, he couldn't handle the public eye for now. still, the marketing team insists that your kidnapping was good media, even though he never officially spoke on it. they publish notes about being away, about taking care of family. he can't see how that could be good in any way.

you open the glass doors, flashing your husband a sweet smile. you're in a red silk robe and your hair is still perfectly done. perfectionism was one of the side effects, as one may call it, of the trauma. you visited a psychiatrist about a month ago, since bruce insisted on it, and he marked all of the habits that made you happy as unhealthy. you never told bruce what was said in that appointment in hopes that he'll get over it. him treating you like a porcelain doll made you nauseous.

"ready for bed?" you ask, standing behind the couch and hugging his shoulders. you breathe in his scent, remembering the day you met. you were an executive in an overseas wayne enterprises headquarters that had just gotten transferred to gotham. they offered you six figures to take the second in command position, so you obviously got to know the first in command. in the beginning, you honestly thought he was an entitled brat that didn't work at all. overtime, you realised how much he cared about the company and how much he was pining over you. you gave him an opening and he asked you out. six months into the relationship, he told you about batman. he knew, somehow, that you would be forever.

he sets in bed while you're touching up in the bathroom. the night had to be perfect. you've hadn't made love ever since the fight and ovulation week had gotten you a little crazy. you check yourself in the mirror, thanking the hormones making you sexy. you crawl into his side, slower than needed, hair falling over the shoulder. "hi" you whisper, sitting diagonally from him and cuddling a bit. he says hi back, with a chuckle. you give him a little peck, which is all you've been doing for all of this time. he stays still, not pulling back but also not doing anything either. you try to take it as a good sign. your lips then reach his jawline and neck, leaving wet kisses all over his skin. your hands touch his shirt and go underneath it, tracing your fingers along his defined abdomen. a hand holds your arm, pushing you away. your smile fades and you frown your face to him.

"touch me, bruce" you not so much ask, it's more like a plead. he sighs, channelling all his will to stick with his decision. he puts a string of your hair behind your ear and you think he's going to properly kiss you.

"i don't think we should do this. you're not well enough yet." he doesn't sound so certain, but it hits you like a hard brick wall. this is harder for him than he lets it show, he's a man after all. even so, he can't see you like that for the moment. he sees you scattered and feels like it's his responsibility to assemble you again.

"i'm perfectly fine." you state like a grumpy proud child who's just lost a soccer tournament. he sees right through it.

"you're not, you're in denial." that simple word makes your mood swing: denial. it's the same thing the stupid psychiatrist told you. you can even hear his smoker's voice echoing in the office. it isn't true. you got over it, that's all. maybe some people take more time to do so, but you did just like that. you had a life to get back to.

you get off the bed and pull your robe tight again. "i'm sleeping in the guest room. good night." he doesn't follow and lets you be. in all honesty, he didn't know if he would have the strength to turn you down a second time.

bruce tries to fight the tiredness. even with caffeine running high in his blood system, he falls asleep for a while. the guest room is far enough that he doesn't hear the muffled sobbing. he wakes up not so long after with screaming. his heart races as he runs down the stairs, following the sound of your voice. his mind starts thinking the worst, but he finds you only having nightmares. he crawls in bed with you, without being kicked off. he lets you lay on his chest, one arm over your shoulder. his body warms yours up and you finally stop spasming. it doesn't take too long for both to fall asleep.

— ANGER

the penthouse is quiet. the winter is almost at it's end, so the pre-spring rays lighten the living room bringing warmness to your solitude. you sit uncomfortably, unknown to this feeling of absence. you don't feel him in the tower.

bruce said there was a non deniable meeting with his press team, because eventually he would have to go back to promoting his election, which would take place in the fall. you acted unbothered. yet, he's barely been gone for an hour and you can already feel the anxiety crippling. you only left the apartment for doctors appointment, still too scared to walk on the streets. and he was always there, too, holding your hand. so this is different.

alfred is downstairs upgrading the batman suit with a new technology he created. he invited you, but the darkness of the cave was definitely unrequited. that's how you end up lounging, in silence, staring at window. finally, you decide to try to watch something. you shouldn't really do that, because something could trigger a panic attack. but you're fine, you really are. enough with this nonsense.

shuffling through the channels, nothing gets your attention until there's a juridical show on. the judge is talking to the prosecutor, apparently, announcing the next witness to testify. the camera angle changes to the courtroom and expectant eyes turn to the wooden door. it opens slowly to reveal a knight in dark armour. you hold your breath. the jury buzzes and the room gets loud. heavy steps make his cape swing behind him, as he makes his way to the stand.

bruce had to make a tough decision. while you and him had been cleared from the trial, you with the psychiatrist report on PTSD and him with the marriage, the lawyers mentioned that the batman's testimony could be decisive for the accused to be found guilty by the jury. the public respected him. either they loved or feared him. so, even though he's never made such a public appearance, less even speaking, he had to go to that trial. he owed it to you. but you could never know. he didn't want to spark your interest in the case, you shouldn't have to go through it again. he lays his hand on the constitution and swears on it.

it doesn't feel real until you hear the judge.

"members of the jury, i present to you the batman."

it feels like a dagger has gone through your chest. there's a mix of feelings that have you almost throwing up. you feel like screaming and crying and blowing the fucking world up. how could he do that to you? that was your case, your life. you stand up only to find your legs trembling. you want to run there and testify. you want to tell the world the horrors you've been through and show them, including your husband, that you had overcome it. he was calling you weak right in you face and you couldn't bear the feeling of being chained up again. you're stuck in this hell of a tower like some futile damsel.

you stomp your way to the elevator, your mind set on leaving the building. but your heart stops you in your tracks pounding and almost vomiting itself out; you feel your toes numb and your legs can't stop shaking. the baritone voice still sounds in the apartment. you run to it and scream at the TV. you throw a pillow on it. that doesn't cool you down. your body is in motion while all you can see is red. you knock the coffee table down, shattering the glass and scattering like ashes the books that were on it on the floor. the noise still doesn't muffle his voice and you can't find the fucking remote control. you stumble across the room, throwing lamps and vases around. everything is falling down, in every sense. you grab a candle and let out a scream when you hit the TV with it, the screen going black and the noise finally ceasing.

alfred finds the room trashed, with you kneeling on the broken glass. there's blood on the floor. your body trembles with every sob. he cautiously steps towards you. you feel out of breath, tears burning your eyes. he holds you like a mother does.

"i'm sorry- i'm so sorry," he shakes his head, saying it doesn't matter. you wanna say it does, but there's simply nothing leaving your mouth apart from "i'm so sorry"

part three - aporia

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shroomaz · 5 months

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"No One Else but You..." (Introduction)

A Future! RISE! Donatello x GN! Reader (Series)

A/N: This is a RISE! Take on the future story (Defeated Krang Route) and how I feel Donnie would act in the future. I personally...feel like he would be a good father, yet he has to get out of the way he acts as a genius and get in touch with his more emotional side...that's where you come in my dear reader. ENJOY!!! <3

WARNING: This is a story of You and Donnie coming together and co-parenting little softshell teetle tots. If you are not interested in babies that's completely fine- I'm much either LMAOOO-

He couldn't remember what life was like before.

It had been 20 years since the Krang were sent back to the prison dimension. And in those 20 years, the turtles have turned from teenagers...to adults.

It was such a change; especially for Donatello. The science behind time was never something Donnie could figure out. Time flew by so quickly- within a blink of an eye.

And thus, science still prospered.

It was something that he could look forward to in studies; more things to discover, more to understand...and that helped keep his mind occupied. This meant more projects of technological advancements and more body parts and upgrades for Shelldon.

It kept his mind off of...you.

How is this? It all started the day you walked into his life...funny isn't it? The rooftop meeting; he never imagined would've give such bliss in memories as it did now.

Irony? The emotionally unavailable bad boy image twisting around and slowly becoming so attached to you throughout life the more he missed you.

He would often stay up doing all-nighters (like usual), trying to get his brain to think of other things...to no hope. Just going back to you.

It was nearly 17 years ago- 3 years after Krang was imprisoned...

......

...

"Donnie...?"

An 18-year-old Don was working on some upgrades to his battle shell, adding more limbs to his spider and sipping on flavorless juice. Blasting his jammy jams.

"DONNIE!" you had yelled out to Donnie to catch his attention.

"Hm?" Donnie had lifted his tech goggles and raised an eyebrow. "Oh- greetings Y/N! What brings you here to--hEy that's my chair!" Donnie gritted through his teeth as you laid your bum onto HIS chair...anyone else he would shove them out. However, this was you, he hated to admit it, but he had a soft spot for you.

You spun in it whilst laughing as he rolled his eyes and moved his things. "Oh come on Donnieeee...you know you are happy to see me." you had teased him with a little grin.

"Oh, on the contrary, dear Y/N, it is YOU who was missing me!" he gloated placing his hand on his chest with a smile. "Besides, it's been a while since you visited- What brings you to the Great Donatello today~?" more gloating...he loves to toot his own horn, doesn't he? It was cute.

"Can't I just come to see my partner anytime I want, hm? And-" Donnie turned back to you as he cheered.

"Victory! It seems that I am right...much like I concluded-"

"How else would you see me again."

"....What...?" Donnie's features had dropped, as suddenly the once purple lights faded to black.

It was nothing but you...

"What...where...? Y/N? What's going on?" Donnie had so many questions that needed answers, but were left unattended. You walked forward like you were reaching...but you turned and walked away, getting further and further.

"Y/N? No...No, no, no--Nonononono-NO- please don't leave me again- PLEASE!" Donnie called out as you continued into the darkness. The more he tried to rush to you, the more he felt like his limbs were being held back by gravity. The sound of an alarm blaring in the background getting louder.

You had looked back at him with a smile before he woke up again.

Gasping for air- and shooting up into a more proper sitting position.

He had fallen asleep at his desk again.

Looking around at his surroundings...feeling older and not like he did in his dream.

A dream...it was all a dream.

Donnie sighs as he places a hand over his face in a facepalm...and then there he felt it, the tears.

....He sighed as he rubbed his temples before looking over at one of his stations.

Standing, and stretching- he made his way to the table, and looked down at his project...his very high priority subject.

Smiling, almost full of pride.

Looking upon a specially-made incubator full of softshell eggs.

(END)

(I know this story doesn't explain a lot but its more like the prologue.

#rise donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x reader #rise future donnie #copper daddy #rise donnie x reader #future donnie x reader #rottmnt headcanons #this is my first series BE PATIENT WITH ME PLEASE :')

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shittalkcornstalk · 6 months

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“Take One For The Team”

Part 4

Synopsis- A throwback to your first encounter with Buggy! Also after being encouraged by an unknown ally, Buggy finally feels that things are working in his favor, maybe it’s time to take that next step?

A/n- It’s been a bit since the last upload, but I finally have some new content! This chapter is short cause the next one is a doozy! I’m gonna start a taglist if anyone wants to be added just lmk! As always let me know if I miss anything in the warnings :)

Warnings- xfemreader! , Use of Y/n, 18+ minor dni, Eventual Smut, mild manipulation, alcohol use, abuse of power slightly

Word count 2k

Chapter 4 “A New Perspective”

It was a fairly smooth outing for the rest of the day. The shopping proceeded as usual and you helped the Captain carry around the bags he needed, though he ended up dragging most of the bulk. You insisted you could carry a larger load, he’d seen you help with cargo before, but he grumbled something and readjusted the weight in his arms.

“It’s fine, I’d look like a real jerk making you carrying all my shit-“

He had a public image to maintain. You laughed it off and picked up the last few things before heading back to the ship with him. As you boarded the ship you noticed a couple of men looking at you and the captain before turning their heads to mumble something you didn't quite make out, nothing important probably. You'd drop off the bags in his work room before going to your own to plop down on your bed and rest. Even if it was a casual day of shopping and dining, the stress of keeping appearances and all that walking took it out of you. Your thoughts kept drawing back to each moment laughing and enjoying Buggy’s company. His lit up eyes at the sight of the explosives, his bright smile, and the laugh he had (even when it was at your expense…) all these things sunk you deeper into your bed and pulled you into a cozy comfort. What would have happened if you never approached the captain that day, if you never caused that spark in him.

You remember the day you saw his ship dock on your island it wasn’t too hostile of a takeover. He sure tried to make it one , but he soon learned there wasn't much to loot. He docked for a day. He needed him and his crew to recuperate, after all your town wasn't gonna put up a fight. You’d been held up in your lonely apartment until you felt it safe enough to leave and explore what the crew had done to your town. There wasn’t much to distinguish between the previously abandoned buildings and the ones ransacked from the pirates. It all looked like the same rubble to you. The town you were staying in wasn’t anything sentimental, you’d been jumping for a bit now trying to find somewhere. With your lease ending soon and no commitments to the town or work you’d been doing, maybe it was time to seek new employment. You’d wanted a life out of the sea growing up, but that would've been as a marine, becoming a pirate would seem like a jump into unknown waters. Still you wanted to see what this crew was all about, maybe they’d be willing to take you to your next destination for some extra labor.

You headed out to where it seems the most commotion was and found the band of Pirates. It was an intriguing sight to see a crew full of all sorts of misfits. A clown sat big and tall in the center in the bar they’d ransacked. There was broken glass on the floors and a couple of the local tough guys were out cold on the floor. His voice carried through the crowded room in a vibrato you could feel ringing in your chest. He laughed and cheered to another successful day, though you’d eventually learn this was not very true. He plopped himself over into a private booth with a couple of people you’d later come to know as your friends Cabaji and Moji. You forgot they were there when you introduced yourself to Buggy for the first time, they saw just how smugly he looked at you approaching him. You at the time were too set on a working mindset to notice the shifting glances over your body, and the chuckles he’d held under his breath as you spoke. You talked to him very directly that day you introduced yourself to him, he always liked that you did that.

“Hello, you are the pirate captain known as Buggy the Clown, correct?” He nods, motioning his hands for you to keep talking” Well my name is y/n l/n sir and I have come to ask if you were recruiting.”

Buggy seemed a bit shocked, he was hoping you were just some fangirl ,but you wanted to work under him? You didn’t look very strong and you didn't carry any weapons that may allude to a speciality. Though you seemed willing and that's all he really needed out of a crew mate, but you brought something else to the table that the others didn’t. Buggy’s crew were a mostly unfortunate looking bunch of men. They were gruff and intimidating, he knew that social rejects were rarely lookers but they were always loyal. You on the other hand were quite attractive to him, he wouldn’t mind having some eye candy on the ship. He would’ve accepted you right then and there if you were just another man looking for work, but he wanted to test you. You brought out a little malicious intent from the Captain. He’ll see how responsive you are to him somewhere more private.

“Ok y/n, I’m sure there's a room around here somewhere where we can have an audition. I run a tight ship here, I don’t need any stragglers-“ He puffed out his chest a bit and walked past the two, who just happened to notice him float just slightly above the ground to make himself taller. That's a joke they never let you in on, gotta leave some self respect for the Captain.

He sees a small room with a few barrels, it's just some stock room. Based on the low storage it's already been well robbed. He drags a chair behind you with a floating hand and motions for you to sit. You try to hide your shock.

“It’s a devil fruit, gets em’ every time-” He says smugly.

He looks down at you, circling you a vulture. He starts darting out questions to you, trying to make you falter.

“What’s your name again kid?”

“Y/n l/n, Captain” He perked up a bit, you were quick to pick up the honorific.

“And what can you do for me y/n” His hand glides under your chin and lifts your head up to meet his intense piercing blue gaze.

He was playing an intimidating act, as you expected from a pirate .Ultimately this was still a standard job interview, you were gonna play into whatever the interviewer wanted, and that seemed to be obedience and respect. It was true he liked how obedient you were, but why he liked it was beyond you at the time. Knowing what you knew now you regretted not paying closer attention to his lingering hands and watchful eyes, you should’ve guessed from the beginning his intentions with you.

“I can serve wherever you need me sir, I am not much of a fighter, but I can train. I have knowledge on ship maintenance- and I’m not opposed to manual labor.”

In the future when Buggy would go about his own reminiscing about this moment, he’d hang onto that first sentence. ‘I can serve wherever you need me sir’ He repeated those words as he fantasized about what turns that audition could've taken. How vulnerable you looked sitting down looking up at him in the small musty room. He almost regretted not taking you there and then, would’ve saved him from all the stirring emotions you brought out in him.

“I see, we’ll be entering the Grandline in the next year, are you prepared for the danger that entails? This job isn't for the weak of heart. So if you're scared of any of that now, it’d be best to leave while you still can little girl. ”

You hadn’t expected Captain Buggy to be as ambitious as he was, searching for the one piece was no small task. Maybe the Buggy Pirates were a bit out of your wheelhouse, but you needed to get off this island sooner or later. You could always bail in whatever town they raided next if things didn’t work out. Plus the guy interviewing you seemed interesting enough, this could be a fun experience. So you looked past the risk and looked at the Captain with determined eyes, you weren’t some little girl.

“Sounds fine to me, Captain.” You spoke unwaivered. He couldn't get to you and it made him excited in more ways than one. You’d make an excellent addition to the crew and even serve as a little challenge for him. Turns out that challenge would end up with him being a desperate mess for next 6 months…

Buggy later announced your addition to the crew rolling out another barrel of ale for his people. You celebrated with a mug and tried to socialize with your new shipmates. It really was a mismatched sort of men. You saw a woman standing far away looking over you all but you’d assumed at the time she was just an onlooker, not your future ally and matchmaker. Ultimately you packed your bags that night and set sail with the crew the next day.

As you reminisced drifting off to sleep another paced with excitement across the ship. Buggy had finished his shopping day with you in success. He paced in his study thinking about every time you smiled today. Eveytime he made you laugh. When you called him by his first name and it rolled off your lips like it was nothing. He didn’t completely screw the day up and he prayed to whatever god in the sky that was watching over him today would look fondly upon him again. He needed another day like that, he needed every day to feel as good as today felt. He stammered and paced before looking over to the other person in the room.

“You should’ve seen her, the way she twirled her hair, I thought I was fucked when the shampoo thing came up- shes gotta not be completely replused by me right? That's gotta be a sign I’m finally getting somewhere here” His voice sounded pleading, like he had to convince himself that these interactions actually happened. He turned to his confidant and looked for some reassurance. “What do you think Alvida?”

Alvida laughs, she’s well aware of how today was going to play out. She made sure of it. After months of Buggy pestering her about you and what to do, when she finally saw you take interest, she had to start playing both sides.

“You know I think if you just talk to the girl honestly, you’d get where you actually want to be, and not here whining to me about it-'' She spoke candidly.

When she saw you flirt for the first time she knew it wasn’t real, but she could change that. She loved how much less complaining Buggy did in those first weeks, and when you stopped it became incessant. When she got involved she realized Buggy needed to play along too if you were gonna actually fall for him. Just as she started giving you advice, she did the same for him. She told him to be kinder, put on the charm more during training, and most importantly catch you off guard with direct advancements. She was so proud of him the day she paraded you around in the tiny outfit.She was relieved seeing you all flustered and hearing how well the little date she set up today worked. This was a sign that her days with a sappy, yearning, drunk clown would soon be over.

“Why don’t you let her know how you feel at the final night out, that way if anything happens you can drink enough to forget-“

“Fine I’ll think about it…” This would be alot for Buggy to manage, admitting something like this was big for him. But you were worth the risk.

#buggy #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #op buggy #one piece #one peice

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I still have Hazbin Hotel brainworms, so here's a couple theories and mindless thoughts/questions:

I don't think Angel Dust will be redeemed anytime soon. I think his contract with Valentino will play into why he hasn't been gone to Heaven yet and that he won't be able to leave Hell until the contract is dissolved. I also think that once the contract ends and Angel leaves, the show will end bc Angel was their first guest and is therefore the most thematic one to end on.

If a sinner can be redeemed and become a winner, can the opposite also be true? Can a winner be corrupted into a sinner and fall to Hell? Is that what Sera is trying to protect the winners from or is there a bigger unknown threat?

Since sinners go to Heaven under special circumstance, what happens to the ones that don't redeem themselves before they died? We know that their demon form body dies and the darkness in their soul spreads around to the surrounding area, but what happens to the rest of it? Does it dissolve into nothing? Maybe reincarnate to reduce the amount of souls that need to be made at any given time?

I know it's coincidence but it's funny to me that the Radio Demon's name starts with A (like Audio or Auditory) and the TV Demon's name starts with V (like Video or Vision). Really clues you in on how their influence spreads through the Pride Ring. (through sound and images respectively)

Is Eve in Hell? Since she took the apple of knowledge willingly, she's probably there right? Will she be important later?

Will Adam and Eve's kids be in the story at all? Like, if they want to do a story arc about sibling feuds in the future (*side-eyes Angel's brother*) then having that story happen in parallel to whatever shit Cain and Abel (and maybe Seth) would be dealing with might be interesting.

Is Alastor's mother in heaven? I feel like if she was in Hell, she would've at least gotten a cameo at some point. Will she show up as a character that becomes Alastor's weakness later on?

If you really want to interpret Alastor and Vox's rivalry in a new way, you could see it as a fight in planned obsolescence. Vox's tech is mass-produced and made to be replaced by the next big model, meanwhile Alastor's radio in the "Old Crap" store still works just fine despite how long it's probably been in use and will most likely continue to work long after Vox's stuff eventually breaks.

I know this is just a silly pilot joke, but does Sir Pentious actually have a son that he's been looking for? Does he keep creating the egg boys as a replacement for a child he can't find? Is that why only one of them had a name? Or maybe he used to name all of them but they kept dying too easily so eventually he just stopped and Frank's the only named one left?

Are the egg boys sinners or demons? I think they're just demons right? Like the egg boys can be easily manipulated into doing bad things and ignorance is a sin, but they let Adam into heaven so why reject the eggs?

#spoilers #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel theories #my post

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They would be their generation's Andrew + Edward/Sophie. Full-time senior working royals. A very nice home on a royal estate or in close proximity to one. Attending state banquets and participating in state visits. Representing King Charles and the UK with other royal families. Titles for their children. Signature causes and projects. Well-liked by the public. Huge charities and patronages. Growing list of military honors, and Harry would probably have taken over most of Prince Philip's military portfolio.

Suppose this happened, would the brf like it? One of the squad’s talking points is that the brf got jealous. Suppose harry and meghan became successful in the brf, would the brf really not sabotage itself? Also, let’s face it, harry and meghan did get the young-ish chronically online crowd at first, would the brf like that when those people would compare the rest of them negatively meghan online. Although I guess before everything was exposed in 2019, I remember the attitude on social media, particularly twitter, was that they weren’t specifically hostile towards the other brf members yet. I guess some of the viral tweets i remember from that time were like “ex-british soldier marries successful actress” or when meghan and kate attended wimbledon together, the tweets were like “they should leave their husbands and run away together” (which was weird). I guess what I’m saying it meghan really did get that crowd at first, so would the brf like that?

Also, I remember it’s said that the brf asked meghan to continue working as an actress? How do you think that would have worked? Would she still be a working royal? And what if harry married another woman, let’s say, cressida? Would that woman also be given the option to work because as we found out from harry, charles was concerned they didn’t have enough money for harry’s wife?

No, it'd be fine. The BRF knows they have an image problem in that most of their working royals are older. As long as Harry and Meghan pulled in and kept the youth attention - eg Gen Z/Zillennials (since William and Kate had the Millennials covered) - and knew their place in the larger BRF (eg they cooperated when senior royals requested the media cycle for a speech), they weren't going to care.

Some people (cough Charles cough) might've been prickly at someone else taking their press but the overarching BRF as a whole largely wouldn't have minded. William and Kate certainly wouldn't have minded or cared.

Then for your other questions, I'll go one by one.

Also, I remember it’s said that the brf asked meghan to continue working as an actress?

Yes, allegedly Harry was told that there was no money to pay for Meghan and that she should continue working.

How do you think that would have worked?

Meghan would've kept working as an actress and accompanying Harry only to official family events (Trooping, Easter, Garter Day, Ascot, weddings, services of thanksgiving, etc.). The Duchess of Kent would be a good person to look at - she stepped down as a working royal in the 90s and became a music teacher instead.

I believe the Duchess of Kent's career is what they tried to model the then-Countess of Wessex's career on when she planned to continue working after marrying Prince Edward in a half in/half out status. Where Sophie ran into trouble with her career (she was in public relations) is that she was caught in a sting operation by a reporter pretending to be a sheik (or something like that) speaking very candidly about the royal family. Sophie quit her job, Edward quit his companies, and they joined the firm as full-time working royals in 2002 - it was spun as coming onboard for the Queen's jubilee celebrations and then they just stayed as working royals.

Would she still be a working royal?

Most likely not. If Meghan kept working as an actress, she would not have been allowed to be a working royal as well. The half in/half out experiment with Sophie and Edward wasn't successful so the BRF was not going to let anyone else try it out. They didn't even let Beatrice and Eugenie have half in/half out and that was something Andrew 100% was fighting for.

And what Beatrice and Eugenie had 2012 - 2015ish is probably what Meghan would've ended up having - a "working career" with a ton of vacation time, perma-invites to all the family events, and some personal charities.

And what if harry married another woman, let’s say, cressida? Would that woman also be given the option to work because as we found out from harry, charles was concerned they didn’t have enough money for harry’s wife?

I am fairly certain that if Harry had married anyone else - Cressida, Chelsy, heck even Sara Macklin (the model he was alledgely seeing when he started dating Meghan) - that woman would have been invited to be a working royal.

I'm sure of that because of Charles's "magnificent six" plan, which was his vision for the monarchy when he was King. He wanted a slimmed, streamlined monarchy of just him and Camilla, his sons, and their wives. The plan had been in the works for awhile, but Charles "officially" debuted it in 2012 at the jubilee balcony:

Meaning there absolutely was every intent for Harry's wife to become a working royal.

So possibly one of two things happened:

Option 1 - Everyone knew Meghan was bad news the second they laid eyes on her so "we don't have the budget for her to become a working royal so she should keep acting" was an attempt to keep her away.

Option 2 - Harry's wife was only meant to become a working royal under King Charles only. So in the meantime under Queen Elizabeth, Harry's wife - aka Meghan - needed to keep acting or doing some other kind of work to occupy her time but whatever work she did had to be in line with royal protocol (ie no merching or monetizing her status) so she could be "promoted" to working royal when the time came.

Or Harry just made it up/misunderstood the discussion. (I suspect this is actually what happened.) Someone asked something like "does Meghan intend to keep acting after you marry?" and Harry heard "Meg can't be a royal, she has to keep acting" instead.

#brf #sussexes #theories

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Blood and gold 3

Part 1 part 2

T/w: mild gore, blood, death, platonic yandere stuff, abandonment issues

I was supporting Tanigaki as we were walking. His leg was still causing him trouble. Because we were rushing, he couldn't properly cover our tracks, so I was constantly looking around, scared that we might be spotted. I was lost in my thoughts before tuged me to go in a certain direction. "Walk In the Bears' footsteps." He said sternly. I did as I was told, but if we're walking in the same direction of the bear tracks, could we run into a bear? I tried not to think about it too much. "Do you think they'll find us?" I asked in a shaky voice. Tanigaki pulled me into a hug, trying to confort me. "We are going to be fine. Just do what you're told." Then we continued to follow the tracks until we found a half buried dear. "I'm going to set up a trap. You find a good place we can hide and get a good view of the deer." I nodded and walked around, looking for someplace that isn't too close or too far. I eventually found a place that could hide both of us. I couldn't help but think what the trap was going to do, but if this could keep us alive, we need to do it. By now, the sun has fallen, and it has gotten really cold, which left me shivering and alone. I couldn't see much, so when I felt someone touch me, I screamed, but my mouth was covered quickly. "Shhhh, it's me calm down." He kept his hand over my mouth for a few seconds before letting go, then pulling me into his lap while wrapping his cloak around me. "We need to keep warm." He said, holding me tightly against him. It was warm, but I didn't like being held, so I started to squirm. Which didn't make him budge, so I just gave up, and we stayed like this until daybreak. Tanigaki set up a fire near the deer, and it eventually caught the attention of the two men. The soldier who walked up to the fire was the one who had his hands on Huci.

I had no idea what Tanigaki had planned, and I kinda felt bad for the man. But out of nowhere, a bear came out and attacked the man, I was about to scream, but my mouth was covered again. The sight of him being mauled terrified me his blood stained the snow around him red. His screams of pain and for help didn't help either. At least i knew what the other soldier's name was 'ogata.' I'll remember that. Ogata did eventually shoot the bear, and that allowed Tanigaki to find him and shoot him. I covered my eyes so I didn't have to see it. Soon, i felt arms wrap around me and held me tightly. "Everything Is going to be alright. If we didn't kill them, they would've killed us." Tanigaki said softly. It was kinda comforting, but It wouldn't get the image of the blood out of my head. A voice interrupted us, and I quickly grabbed my gun, but Tanigaki stopped me. "Don't move!" However, Tanigaki seemed to know this person. But I didn't listen to their conversation. I didn't care. Though it was nice to be around someone friendly. "Who Is this? Is she your sister?" The man was talking about me, and before I said anything, Tanigaki answered. "Yes, she is my sister. She came to check on me." That answer seemed to satisfy the man, and he talked about us coming with him to talk to lieutenant tsurumi. Tanigaki seemed hesitant about it, and the soldier noticed. "Tanigaki, what's wro-" before he could finish, he was shot in the head. Tanigaki didn't bother to try and cover my cry of fear, probably because we weren't in as much danger. we quickly rushed back to asirpa's village, not staying around too long. When we returned, Huci and osoma were happy to see us. He ran up to me and hugged me tightly.

"(Y/n)! You're back!" He yelled. I honestly wasn't too enthusiastic. What happened earlier had just made me tired. Huci allowed me to sleep in the common room next to Tanigaki, I was too terrified to be alone. I lay next to him with my head in his lap, and he ran his hands through my hair. Though I couldn't get much sleep, the images of the dying men plagued my mind. Tanigaki felt bad for doing this to me, so he tried his best to comfort me. After a few days, sugimoto, asirpa, and shiraishi returned. It was nice to see that they were alright, though they could tell something was off about me. "Is everything alright (y/n)?" asirpa asked, walking up to me. I didn't want to tell them about what happened. "Just tired, I couldn't get much sleep." I said half lying. I wasn't able to sleep much. I then noticed the new man in the room asirpa quickly answered before I could ask. "This is my father's old friend Kiroranke." He gave me a friendly smile. "I assume you're asirpas friend." I nodded as everyone got comfortable. Tanigaki was on my left, and sugimoto was on my right. it was clear to me that sugimoto didn't want Tanigaki close to me, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, holding me close. I didn't pay much attention as they talked about getting to abashiri prison. "Hey, are we taking (y/n) with us, or are we leaving her behind again?" Shiraishi asked, which started to get me worried, I didn't want to be left behind again. "Well, if I'm not going with you guys, I might as well leave. There's no point if I just stay here all the time." What I said seemed to make a few of them tense up, but sugimoto quickly answered. "No, you're coming with us." This had made me happy I'm not being left behind again!

We were going to leave in the morning, so I tried to get some sleep even if it wasn't much. This time, I rested my head on sugimoto's lap. Tanigaki wasn't too happy with this, but he couldn't do much as he didn't want to disturb me. My nightmare was a bit more tolerable compared to the last few nights, so I got more rest. In the morning, we got ready to leave, but Tanigaki wasn't joining us, I walked over to say goodbye. "See you soon!" I said, sounding excited, and he patted my head affectionately before we left for Sapporo. When we got there, most of the group headed over to a gun shop. I stayed outside, not wanting to be around more guns, and asirpa joined me. "Are you alright? Why do you always avoid guns?" She asked me. "I dislike the loud noises, but I can tolerate them if I need to. So I avoid guns." I said honestly, not wanting to lie, asirpa nodded like she understood. I'd assume she would as she typically uses a bow and arrows. Soon enough, the rest of the group joined us. "There is a hotel nearby we are going to rest there for now." Kiroranke said softly. Was he eavesdropping? Though I couldn't accuse him of anything just yet, I needed to wait. When we entered it looked very nice never been in a place like this though I could feel something was off so I held onto sugimoto's jacket for a form of comfort he quickly noticed this and held me close to his. "Is she your daughter?" I sweet lady's voice came from the top of the stairs. Before I could respond, Kiroranke spoke up. "No, I'm her father. That's just her friend." I was confused. Why did he claim me as his daughter. Heck, why was almost everyone acting overprotective? Did I have something they wanted? I was too lost in thought, and everyone noticed it. "(Y/n) are you alright?"

Shiraishi asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face that quickly snapped me back to reality. "Sorry..." I apologized in a small voice, I was very embarrassed. "Is this a common occurrence? She may need to see a doctor." The lady said before she started to lead us to our rooms they rented two rooms with two beds in each. Now, who do I stay with? Before i could say anything, Kiroranke put his hand on my shoulder. "She can stay with me." He said while smiling at me. I couldn't lie it felt nice to be wanted by someone. But sugimoto was clearly not happy and pulled me away. "She'll stay with us." He said while glaring at me. Things were tense for a bit, but Kiroranke just sighed. "Alright then." He sounded disappointed but didn't push it further. There was an awkward silence for a bit, so I just quickly walked off. However, asirpa followed after me. "(Y/n) are you alright?" She asked before I got to the door. "I'm just overwhelmed, that's all." Asirpa didn't seem less worried, but before she could say anything else, Kiroranke joined us. "What's wrong?" He sounded very worried, but I didn't want to be fully honest, I didn't want to push anyone away. Before they could question me further, a large man with a black suit came down the stairs. I froze as I recognized him. He was the one who chased shiraishi. I hid behind Kiroranke in fear he might recognize me. Both he and asirpa noticed this, though when I saw sugimoto walking down the stairs, I relaxed a bit. The man and sugimoto talked about judo before grabbing each other for a few seconds before letting go.

"I like you drinks on me." I was about to walk away until Kiroranke and asirpa pushed to the door. I internally cursed. I didn't want to be around this man. But I eventually followed them to a restaurant, I am a very picky eater, so I thought it was a bad idea. So when rice curry was put in front of me, I looked at it with apprehension. Asirpa joined in but for a different reason. "C'mon, you two, it's good." Sugimoto said, trying to get us to eat. Asirpa was the first to break and took a bite. She then looked defeated. "It's so hinna..." Sugimoto then looked at me, I wasn't going to budge any time soon, but both asirpa and sugimoto gave me a look that said they'll force feed me if necessary. So I took a bite it wasn't the best thing but I tolerated it, this satisfied both sugimoto and asirpa. Eventually alcohol came, and eventually, everyone but me got tipsy, except for me. I always hated alcohol but not for its taste. Though it was entertaining to watch the others have fun and asirpa grabbed the man's forehead mound thingy and tried to pull it off. I desperately wanted to run when they started to talk a dick stuff. It was very uncomfortable for me anyway, and everyone got up to leave. The man mentioned having the hotel owner waiting in his room. I left before he could go into more detail, though I tried to go somewhere away from the hotel. I was picked up by sugimoto before I could get far.

"It's time to go to bed (y/n)." I spoke like I was a baby. It irritated the hell out of me. He only put me down when we were in our room and set me down on the bed. I couldn't get far as he made me lay down next to me. He wasn't too close but enough to know if I moved. And things weren't helped when asirpa lay on my other side, sandwiching me so I couldn't escape. It was going to be a long night.

(A/n): Merry Christmas!

#platonic #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #golden kamuy

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YAYAYAYA I FINALLY FINISHED THE SECOND PART OF THIS ^^ This is the second part of the previous Belphegor lesson 16 AU. I'm happy I'm finally posting again, I feel like I've been gone for so long... it's weird not posting how often I want to 😭 On another note it's my birthday in like an hour and I'm nervous 🫠

Spoilers for lesson 16 of Obey Me!!!!!

The freezing water engulfed your body, almost as if it were a vicious monster. Even after you thought of it as a monster about to destroy you, that monster still would've been nicer to you than the Avatars of Hell. At this point it felt like anybody in the entire universe was kinder than them, living with them was like a punishment for a crime you didn't commit. Perhaps it was one, you didn't come to Devildom on your own terms and hardly ever spoke to some of the brothers. "Why am I the one suffering? I didn't do anything wrong.", those were the words you kept repeating in your cluttered head.

The dark daytime felt even darker and the windy nights were even windier. You felt like a walking corpse; slow, tired, and sickly. You lost the motivation to eat, clean yourself and even sleep. It didn't matter if you were awake or not, the images of your own blood and corpse plagued your subconscious.

You closed your eyes and let out the remaining air in your lungs, allowing yourself to sink even deeper. That was when a strong hand pulled you out of the water, "MC, are you enjoying the pool so far?" Wiping off the water on your face, you opened your eyes to see Diavolo holding your hand, supporting you from sinking any deeper. "Oh, yeah it's nice.." Lord Diavolo invited you over to spend some time with him and Barbatos, so you asked if you could go into the pool and he gladly agreed. You didn't truly know why you wanted to get into the pool, you weren't sure if it was because you had the hopes of dying or because you just wanted someone, something, to embrace you.

"Is everything alright? It looks like you have a lot on your mind." The Lord gave you a small smile, one that didn't feel genuine. "I'm fine, I guess I do have a lot on my mind." You knew the purpose of you being in Devildom, to rekindle the broken ties with the other realms, a job you didn't want. "Are you sure, MC? You've seemed a bit down lately." Couldn't help but slightly glare at the demon, he wasn't dumb, he knew why you seemed different than usual. You couldn't tell why he was acting dumb, you hated it. You'd rather him just talk to you about Belphegor, the rest of the brothers and your ties with the demon realm instead of making you suffer like this.

You thought that maybe after you confronted Belphegor at the dinner table you'd feel just a little better, but instead you felt even angrier. You were sad, exhausted and most of all angry, angry because nothing was changing and the demons around you still weren't owning up for everything they had said and done. "I didn't ask for this! I didn't want to be brought to Devildom, I don't wanna bare this pain and pressure of constantly trying to make everything better!", you snapped at him. "MC, I'm sor—", "No! I don't want your fucking apology, I'm tired of hearing 'sorry, sorry, sorry' over and over again!" You grasped his hand that was holding yours, slightly leaning him closer to the pool. "You know what you've done, why am I suffering for things I've never done?! Why am I being treated like a chew toy?!" Tears began streaming down your face, not mistaken for pool water.

"I should've known how everything would've ended up, you're worse than demons! You made me go through timelines, made me almost get ripped to shreds and got me killed! All of this for what? To fucking help people who've hurt me! I'm not the one whose going to be able to reunite the realms, so leave me out of this shit!" With your other hand you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the water alongside you. In the corner of your eye you could see Barbatos quickly appear at the edge of the pool, wanting to protect the Lord but seemingly waiting for a signal.

You straddled his waist and formed your fists into balls, "Why?! Why?! Why am I suffering like this? I can't escape it! All I can think about is the mental and physical pain, how Belphegor choked me and forced me to choke to death on my own blood! I still remember how I saw my body, blue and bloody! It hurt, it hurt so bad! I can't just say the mental pain is the only thing that hurts, the physical pain does too!!", you screamed at him. Like a feather, the two of you floated on top of the water, dipping under every now and then. You began pounding your fist on his chest, this was the first time you became even slightly violent. "MC, I promise you I will change this." Diavolo looked at you sternly, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, an expression you weren't used to seeing in a long time. Your pounding slowly died down and your sobbing became louder, "D-iavolo.. I want to believe that, but I-I don't think I can anymore.." You hung your head, what happened to you? You used to be so easily excited, used to love spending time with friends but now everything and everyone felt gloomy and tiring.

"I should've thought more about how you felt, I'm sure this is unbelievably hard on you. You have no powers like Solomon, you're not an angel or demon and you were thrown into a realm you knew nothing about. I hurt you, even though my intentions were good what I did was selfish." With his hands, he held both of yours in his, "You're so strong MC, and I'm not gonna push you to your limit anymore."

Those words felt bittersweet, comforting yet cruel. You'll never forget how Belphegor brutally murdered you, you still remember the metallic taste of your blood and how you slowly and painfully lost all your senses the closer you neared death. If felt horrible, horrible to be away from home, stuck with demons, your murderer, and was secretly being manipulated by everyone around you. It felt as if your true self was really dead, and now you were just a shell of who you once were.

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BTHB 2023 - Fill 6 - Laid on a Stretcher

I've been talking over this cute modern AU scenario with @brinkofdiscovery about his sweet knight Evritt and Mariano having A Thing and now I'm here to be mean about it >:) Takes place after this piece!

TWs: Blood, aftermath of a shooting, denial, disassociation

"Call from Cup O' Joe." Evritt perked up, hearing the name of his usual coffee shop come through over the phones. "Shooting reported, one victim. Suspect is no longer on premises. Requesting knight support and medical."

Ice shot through Evritt's veins, and he found himself standing before he'd even realized his mentor had motioned for him to get ready to go. There was only one person who could still be there so late into the night. Images kept flashing through his head--Mariano ringing up his coffee with a smile and an extra drizzle of syrup, the teenagers laughing as Mariano scolded them for flicking powdered sugar at each other, Mariano at dinner with him, their fingers intertwining.

He remembered Mariano's lips pressing against his, and how soft Mariano's waist had felt in his hands.

It couldn't have been Mariano.

It just couldn't have been. He knew what Mariano had done, naturally, Evritt remembered that conversation so clearly. He knew Mariano was there under asylum and might still have enemies, but surely it was someone random that happened to be outside the shop.

His familiar couldn't provide much reassurance, either. Not as agitated as it was. Feathers ruffled as they swept through the streets on massive wings--his hawk never let him down when speed was of the essence. The neon sign was still lit up as they rounded a corner, right behind his mentor. No one was lying on the sidewalk.

Evritt felt his heart drop as they landed and he slid off of glossy feathers in a practiced dismount. He didn't need to bother with commands, his familiar understood the drill. The glass door jingled when they pushed it open, EMS only a minute behind them.

"Help me secure the building." His mentor said, not giving Evritt time to think too hard. Together they began looking around, assuring the front was clear first. The pastries from earlier in the day hadn't been cleared out yet. The cash register was still on. It couldn't have been Mariano.

They moved to the store room next. The lights flicked on as the smell of coffee beans filled the air. Something else was underneath it all, though, something more metallic. Sharp.

One more corner and dark red was the first thing Evritt saw. Dark, almost black blood, a pool of long black hair, and a familiar now-ruined sweater. They had slumped to the floor, smearing blood along the desk drawers they'd been apparently leaning against. Blood spattered the bookshelf, walls, and carpet in a fine mist. The phone was off its hook, the dim voice of someone echoing through the line.

It still couldn't have been him. This had to be someone new. He hadn't seen the person's face yet.

"Back up, Evritt, let medical through." His mentor said, more gently than Evritt would've expected. A hand on his shoulder guided him backwards a few steps, just as the door jingled again. The rattle of a stretcher heralded the EMT workers, who set to work immediately.

Tiny, familiar whimpers and choked groans were pulled from the person on the floor as the medics began their quick examination. The stretcher was lowered, and finally, Evritt saw their face. Mariano's eyes fluttered as he was transferred from carpet to stretcher and rushed away. The focused, quick chatter left just as quickly as it had arrived.

There was no way they'd made eye contact, no matter how much he almost wished they had.

Evritt didn't remember doing his paperwork that night, or checking for evidence. He barely even remembered going home afterwards. Looking at a blank text's blinking cursor, lying in bed while still in his uniform, he just couldn't find the words to send to Mariano's phone number. There wasn't anything he could say, anyway. Not when he couldn't even be involved with the case.

Evritt couldn't get the smell of blood and coffee and gunpowder out of his nose, even when sleep finally swept over him.

#whump #bthb #bad things happen bingo #laid on a stretcher #blood #denial #aftermath of shooting /#disassociation #mage of violence #evritt #evritt is such a cute character I love him so much #I'd kill for him #I'd also give him a bad night tho apparently

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sea-side-scribbles · 11 months

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My Friend Norbert

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Chapter 3

Norbert went home, wondering if he did the right thing, inviting this weird boy to come back next week. If there even was something to be done right in this case. He still had an odd feeling about Arthur, even if he seemed to be completely normal. Just a young boy who had been lucky and enjoyed playing around in the ruins of his district. He couldn't blame Arthur for something he himself did. But the empty house where he just dropped him off...

Norbert stopped in his tracks. His mind was spinning. He considered to go back...But what would he even accomplish by that? The boy had seemed so sincere about everything. Especially his mum. And if he lied, he would've run away now for sure. And dealing with that thought... Norbert shook himself. He could only blame himself for leaving their conversation so quickly. Now there was no turn back.

He continued his walk home through the dawning streets. Approaching the bridge to Maidenholm, the smell of sea water drew closer and the sound of the waves. Maidenholm's street lights greeted him from afar, welcoming and somewhat comforting.

A week was a long time, especially for a kid, Norbert mused. Perhaps Arthur would forget about him. For a second, he considered to pretend that he forgot, but after all, he had made a promise. And he hated to break promises. There wasn't even a actual reason to disappoint Arthur. Just this odd feeling in his guts... That this boy wasn't supposed to be there. Well, if nobody heard about this, everything would be fine, right?

Nobody in Eel Pie Holm noticed, so why would he? He had to assume it was alright.... Yes. He straightened himself.

After all, if Arthur really knew the ruins so well, it would be dumb not to ask him about them. He needed no better reason to meet him again. He already imagined the faces of all his band mates when he showed them a better place to rehearse than his friend Matt's garage. Yes, that was all he needed.

The next week felt unbearable for Arthur. Going by his day by day routine and waiting for the weekend always demanded a lot from him, but this time he had the image of a teenager dressed completely in red to haunt him every minute.

On Monday, Arthur used every break to look out for Norbert, nurturing the hope that they might go to the same school. He didn't find him though, either because he failed to make him out in the masses or because he was indeed in a different school. After all, Arthur didn't even know what class he was in.

On Tuesday, he sneaked around the corridors and peeked into the classrooms, pretending to look for a teacher. Wednesday was just pure misery.

He somehow made it though the week, feeling as if he walked on mechanical legs that carried him though the days. He was even thankful for the upcoming exams because he had an excuse to lock himself in his room at home and learn. Just to focus on something else. He didn't really succeed though. His mind kept going back to the stranger in the abandoned house. His hands found the map that lay on his desk and unfolded it. Then he stared at the red cross he had drawn on it. Some time, he added a few houses here and there, tried to make up a plan about where he would go next. Nothing was really that important.

It was Friday when he began to panic. When he noticed that he had promised to show Norbert something awesome in the ruins. Something that was actually worth distracting important guitar play and following him around.

Suddenly, he doubted his adventures. His treasure map. Once again, he sat in his room staring at it, searching for something great, but his head was empty and the map seemed to be the same. He had favourite places, but they were his favourite places. Just dull, empty houses with holes in the walls. Arthur was about to cry.

He could...just not meet Norbert again.... Avoid the ruins for a couple of weeks until Norbert would be sure that Arthur was gone forever. And then...he had to avoid the house.

But he promised...

Was he simply cursed to break all promises? To disappoint everyone who set his hopes upon him? Everyone who trusted him? Was he cursed to drive himself into a corner every time he opened his bloody mouth?

His hair roots hurt from pulling at them and he chewed invisible bubble gum in a frantic sort of meditation.

It seemed so...

But if so, what would he do tomorrow? Stay here, with his dad?

He stared at the ceiling.

He could pretend to learn again. Yeah, like he did it all the time. His dad wouldn't mind. Perhaps he'd even be proud of his busy son. Nah, he'd just expect the best grades...And wouldn't he be surprised... Arthur huffed.

He could...read.... Yeah... He hadn't touched that book in ages. Time to find that treasure....

If only he had found a real treasure in the ruins, he thought. Tons of gold or diamonds...not just old toys and family photos and...well, the pocketknife was cool. He had managed to open a lot of jammed doors with it.

Arthur came to no conclusion that evening. He was so confused that he struggled to follow the conversation with his dad.

“Arthur, Arthur, do you hear me?”, Mr. Hastings' voice wavered though the fog. Arthur's head shot up. “Yeah, I...”, he stuttered. “I hear you.” His dad was appalled. “Good gracious, you sound just like Percy!” Now Arthur jumped. It took him a moment to answer: “I...I'm thinking about the exams...” “Ah...” His father gave him another short glance, but then attended to his dinner again with a blank face. Arthur's guts burned.

In the night, he didn't sleep. He repeated some lines out of his history book, hoping to doze off from their dullness. But the knot in his stomach was still there. Finally, he pulled the blanket over himself and curled up into a ball.

When the sun was up again, he felt so incredibly tired. If he even slept, he hadn't realized. If was pure torture to wait for his dad to get up. Then he made breakfast without saying a word.

When a plate almost fell out of his hands, his father noticed him. “Watch out!” He grabbed the plate and gave his son an irritated look. “What's wrong with you?” “Nothing!”, Arthur blurted out in defence. “I...I was up late because I was still learning!” “So hard working all of a sudden? I find that hard to believe.” “Why? My grades are fine!” Arthur threw his hands up. Mr. Hastings eyed him. “That's why I'm wondering. Do you suddenly have trouble at school?” “No!” “Trouble at finding words? Thinking slow?” “No!” Arthur glared at his father, not liking one bit where he was getting at. “I just...want to be better. I want to be an engineer when I grow up”, he revealed his secret dream just to fight off his dad. Then he braced himself for the sneers.

“An engineer?”, his dad asked. Arthur closed his eyes and nodded. “Huh. That's a surprisingly reasonable plan. Who gave you that idea?” Arthur couldn't believe his ears. He looked at his father in surprise. “Nobody. I made it up myself.” And his father...nodded. “Well, I guess you'll stay home today then?” Arthur's mind went blank again. “...I guess...”

He looked up to his father and thought about all the fun they had at the weekends. Even when they stayed at home they would play, or gather around the radio to listen to a funny show, or drink hot chocolate when it rained... And then his father even reached out and slapped him on the shoulder. “Good”, he said. “I'll be out for a while. Try not to break anything.” And with that, he left Arthur alone with his stupid sugary memories.

Arthur looked after him, wondering how often he would still be deluded by them. His life was empty now, just as his house. As his head.

Slowly, it came back to him. His promise.

In panic, he ran to the front door and ripped it open. He craved to yell at his father, but he was already out of sight. And what would he even say? That he had to see a stranger in a ruin?

Arthur stood at the door frame, unable to move. He should've been thankful, because now he didn't have to choose any more. He had been afraid all night. He barely kept his eyes open. And now he could just go back to bed and pretend that none of this ever happened. He could actually learn and become an engineer. But all he wanted was to cry.

Who was he kidding? He always meant to go. Perhaps his map was shit, but he needed to see him again.

His stomach hurt. For a second, he considered to leave anyway. But what would his dad do if he found out? He didn't want to imagine. He would believe that even his future plan was a lie, the only part he seemed to like about him.

So he wouldn't show up and Norbert would hate him?

There was still hope, though. His dad could come back at midday for dinner. Norbert always came later to practise, in the afternoon. Yes, that made sense.

Arthur walked back and forth in the house at first, wondering what to do with himself, before he went into his room again and tried to read. He was so tired that he eventually fell asleep in the middle of it. He noticed because he suddenly woke up with the book on his face. It took a while until he jumped up in panic and ran downstairs. The clock in the living room said it was five minutes before one, so midday had passed and his dad wasn't home. He could still come, though. He said he'd be gone for a while, not for the entire day.

After sitting in the living room for a couple of minutes, he felt stupid. Of course his dad wouldn't come home in time. Of course he would ruin this day for him, as he ruined every day. Arthur just couldn't have nice things. He was cursed. His mind still tried to excuse himself to Norbert. He could've forgotten his aunt's birthday, so he really couldn't come. Or he broke his leg or got really sick. Perhaps even Norbert forgot...or he couldn't come because he forgot his aunt's birthday. There were so many possibilities that everything would work out just fine. But none of them were quite convincing.

And he hated himself for being a coward. If he had gone out, he could've met Norbert and at least spent time with him until now. And he felt stupid for not asking his dad when he would be back. He really had trouble finding words. Perhaps he really turned into Percy now. Perhaps that was just...what he was always supposed to become and somehow refused until now.

Anyway, he had to make a decision. For a moment, he straightened himself, trying to give himself confidence. But he deflated soon after. What the hell was he supposed to decide? He couldn't leave anymore. It was too late. His dad could be home any minute. He could just hope for the best.

Defeated, Arthur plodded back upstairs. Sadly, he glanced at the book that had been on his face and now lay on the floor. The cover looked so cheerful. Adventurous. With a sigh, he fell back on his bed. Reading all these books didn't help. He was still a coward. He better dive back into his fantasy world and let others do all the amazing things.

Others like Norbert...

Arthur saw him in front of his eyes. On stage, while everyone cheered for him. He would make it. He wasn't a coward. He looked like he did all he wanted. Grew his hair out, put on bright clothes, become a famous musician, let everyone marvel at him... A sigh escaped him. Norbert didn't need a stupid little boy to show him anything. A tear rolled down his cheek.

Finally, Arthur had enough of himself and hid under the blanket again where he stayed until he heard the front door crack. The sound made him stand up on his mechanical legs and walk downstairs. He gave his father a blank look. “Where have you been? All this time?” Mr. Hastings was irritated. “I said I'd go out. Didn't you hear me?” “I did...” “So..what's wrong?” Arthur tried to think. “...nothing.” “U-hu?”

Arthur fell quiet and averted his head in shame, but his father went on: “God, you look terrible. Are you getting sick?” He even touched his son's forehead. Arthur wondered why he never tried this as a trick to get attention. It worked better than he thought. “No, I'm just tired.” His father waited for a moment, eyeing his son up and down, then he finally dropped the subject and proceeded to make dinner.

Although he liked what they were usually cooking on Saturdays, Arthur couldn't get himself to feel hungry. He ate his share, trying to look normal, but it was obvious that he was very slow. His father watched the show for a while, then he told him to go to bed. He allowed Arthur to take the plate with him, though and Arthur did so because he still pretended to be hungry.

He spent some time sitting at his desk and picking at his food. The map still waited there, useless. The red cross hurt his eyes. He thought about erasing it. But he couldn't get himself to do anything. When the plate was finally empty, he went to bed, where couldn't stop apologizing to the picture in his mind, couldn't stop hoping that everything would come together eventually. Or that he'd just...be swallowed up by the ground and be done with it all.

#a lot of arthury angst in this one #we happy few #wehappyfew #nick lightbearer #arthur hastings we happy few #norbert pickles #my friend norbert #whf #whf nick #whfnick #nicklightbearer #arthur whf #whf arthur #arthur hastings whf #arthur hastings #themakebelieves #the make believes

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dairy-farmer · 2 years

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A part of Dick loves the fact that Jason and Damian are absolute fuck ups. He loves that they're failures, fills his heart up with joy. That same part also hates Tim. How dare Tim be perfect? How dare Tim be the new golden ratio? He makes up for it by emotionally and mentally manipulating Tim to be all his.

i LOVE characterizations like this for dick and i so rarely ever see it because people (and me too) opt to make him a more decent brother with his famous temper rarely shining through.

there's these two fics i love reading where tim gets blamed for something he didn't do by dick and dick is furious at him while accusing him and tim is innocent. but then it turns out that jason had been the one responsible and since things were finally going well between them tim decides to just burn the bridge between them and call dick and 'admit' that he was the one who messed up in. in the second fic things between tim and dick are strained but dick needs tim's help on something but can't get it because...well of how things 'ended' between them. jason takes then confesses that he was really the one who screwed up and dick doesn't believe him, accuses jason of lying and covering for tim. which prompts jason to ask why dick is so determined to have tim be the one who fucked up.

and this exchange is excellent!!!

“What’s your problem with Tim, Dick? Why do you want him to be in the wrong?”

Dick’s jaw clenched; he didn’t reply.

“Tim didn’t do anything wrong-”

“Of coursehe didn’t,” Dick snapped. “Tim never does anything wrong, does he?”

The words were like venom, poisoning Dick’s mind.

“Tim’s perfect and always right. He was right about Bruce when you died, and he was right about Bruce being alive. Wouldn’t the world be better if we were all as smart as fucking Tim?”

in this fic dick isn't as malicious as he seems, he's just misdirecting a lot of his internalized hatred for his own perceived 'inefficacy' to tim.

but still seeing dick admit envy of tim, jealousy over him because almost all of the robins have compared themselves to dick, they've looked at his legacy and known or been convinced that they couldn't compete. but here dick, the first robin, the most senior vigilante aside from bruce among them, was admitting envy of tim.

his feelings of intimidation for tim's 'perfection' are just so good and the idea of dick being much more malicious and hostile is AMAZING!!!!!

the idea that he revels in the fact that jason and damian are 'failures' bruce may never admit it and he may never put much stock into judgment from the rest of the community but it's like other gotham socialites and how they have druggies for kids. the judgement and shame is so palpable barely anything even needs to be said. in fact, dick is certain that bruce would've preferred that jason and damian been drug addicts rather than killers.

dick grew up with other heroes (bruce included) applauding him and saying how proud they were that he turned out so well. dick set the standard of a good hero, he was the standard. because dick was flawless in (almost) every way. even where dick fell short were things that were kept quiet. not truly covered up but there was a reason that neither kori nor barbara had breathed a word of dick's...indiscretions with both of them. the shame of infidelity, of course, almost always falls onto the woman. kori, being an alien, was all too aware of how she treads a very very fine line and wasn't willing to endanger the image she had among other heroes or earthlings. barbara....it was more of a pride thing for her. she's so independent and accomplished, it'd be humiliating if the only thing people came to know her as was 'the girl nightwing cheated on his girlfriend with'. no bigger humiliation than walking into a room and having people debate on whether they saw you as the 'wheelchair-girl' or the 'mistress'.

both damian and jason could live charitable lives, never cheat on their partners, and it still wouldn't be enough to put them above dick.

it makes dick happy to know that. knowing that if he ever does fuck up all that good karma he's built will pad the fall.

but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel envy or hatred.

people praising tim for the same things they praised dick, bruce being privately and publically proud of tim. and dick didn't think it would affect him as much but the sound of socialites telling bruce that he must be so happy to have a least one successful child just had him gritting his teeth. it was after bruce announced that tim would be taking a break from ceo duties to go to college. hudson university, the same college that dick had famously dropped out of.

dick knew it wasn't a slight against him. of course not, tim wasn't that kind of person. but he still couldn't help but feel the sting of it and a bubbling hatred towards tim when at dinner several weeks ago tim informed them that his application had been accepted.

bruce had looked so...happy. or the closest thing to happiness he could get and dick just knew it was because one of his children was attending the alma mater of his parents, the university where they met.

(dick dropping out was to date, the most disappointed bruce had ever been in him).

dick wishes tim were more of a screwup. more of a fuck up. stephanie had once tried going around telling people that tim had cheated on her but no one had believed her because she was kind of a vindictive and jealous kid with issues no one wanted to address and tim was...tim.

dick's tension increases more and more as the weeks pass and tim's departure date grows closer. dick has always been aware that tim wasn't like jason or damian. he knew the two of them were in the same...league so to speak.

but...with tim going to college...a place notorious for breaking people down and getting them to act on their baser instincts....

it's not as though dick is setting out to sabotage tim.

so what if dick is trying to goad tim to 'letting loose' a little while in school. trying to convince him to attend frat parties where camera phones will be out filming all the stupid shit kids do. and what if dick were to scour and flag ones with tim in them for the papparazzi to devour.

tim's a pretty kid as well.

what if he had a one-night stand with one of those frat boy assholes who would put up a camcorder and secretly record their hookups?

(dick still had his collection of tapes from college after all and looked back on them fondly)

what if college turned him into one of those whores that came back knocked up for thanksgiving break?

what if tim got into weed and other drugs?

what if he got arrested for underage drinking? party busts happened all the time afterall.

dick's feelings towards tim going away to college shifted. he started spending more time with tim, trying to present a different view of college. dick doesn't mention how the partying and vigilante work made it harder to attend classes. he didn't mention how much harder it was to study when all you wanted to do was sleep before patrol. didn't mention how it's hard to get decent sleep when the dorms are so active during the day with people talking in the halls or stomping around in the room above you.

encouraging sexual deviancy in someone like tim isn't hard.

at 18 he's still a virgin. all red cheeked and unsure as dick winks at him while handing him a box of condoms to pack into his suitcase.

"don't use them all at once, timmy."

tim sputters as dick walks away.

it's not...grooming. not exactly. it's more like conditioning. getting tim accustomed to certain advances. repeating certain phrases 'hey gorgeous' 'hi beautiful, what are you doing here'.

from dick they're jokes even though he says them with a very serious flirtatious tone. tim is a neurotic mess about touch even to his family but he seems to accept dick's increased touchiness as a sort of 'farewell' for him going off to college.

it's going well.

tim leans in dick's advances, perks up at pick up lines, and listens with more than half an ear when dick whispers about how all the boys will be salivating to get a taste of tim when he goes to college.

maybe dick should've realized exactly what he was leading tim to do.

but as tim whines and sloppily fucks himself down on dick's cock he can't find it in him to consider this a failure.

dick bites back a groan at feeling tim's wet heat clench around his cock. dick can feel the full heat of tim's tight little pussy because he'd been whispering to tim about how he didn't really need a condom if he trusted someone.

alcohol made you more likely to trust strangers so dick had been banking on tim getting drunk and letting some faceless strangers hit it raw.

seemed that wouldn't be necessary as tim whined, pressing his hands harder on the tops of dick's thighs, letting his head hang back and grinding his hips harder down on dick's cock.

this. this was good.

incest was nice twist. the depravity of it would brand a scarlet letter on tim for the rest of his life. sure maybe dick would catch some shit...unless he threw tim under the bus.

blamed him for it, called him a seducer while stranding tim with a baby.

....or. he could use this. tangle a web around tim like dick was a spider and tim was a helpless little fly.

swear him to secrecy, convince tim he could never tell anyone about the kind of relationship he had with his 'big brother'. he'd have tim dancing in the palm of his hand, devoted and sweet to dick like he is to bruce. dick would even be getting regular pussy out of it.

seemed like a pretty sweet deal.

plus.

when tim shows up visibly pregnant at the next thanksgiving, it feels good to defend tim to bruce until tim is clinging to dick's clothes, the only one in the family that's not shaking their head at the development.

dick can see the stars in tim's gaze as he stares up at him and that....that has something in dick filling with such thick, sweet satisfaction.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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theglitchywriterboi · 2 years

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Too much

A story by me !!! [TheGlitchyWriterBoi || Sparrow-Aiden]

MAJOR CW FOR: Food anxiety, poor relationships w/ food, body image issues, disordered eating/eating disorder [maybe ? Like idk exactly what this'd be classed under but if either of those are triggering to you I wouldn't read to be safe]. This was very much a vent story !!!

Also I wrote this really fast & really early in the morning so there's LOADS of typos & shit.

& again - vent story, sorry if it's messy. [& sorry if I missed any CW]. ANYWAY ON TO THE STORY !!!

It was a brisk winter afternoon, & the classroom sat excitedly as they waited for the teacher to come back into the room. It was the Friday before winter break & since the class met their homework goal, their teacher, Ms. Kay, promised them a class potluck. She was grabbing her contribution from the staff lounge, other kids had brought stuff ranging from cupcakes to pizza to chips to a good amount of homemade dishes.

Vic sat excitedly with the rest of the class. His family didn't really cook, so he had brought in a packet of cookies & a bag of doritos, which sat on the table with everyone else's contributions. His teacher came back into the room, placing her dish onto the table, before quickly explaining rules to them [use the tongs/spoons not hands to grab stuff, don't push, etc etc] before releasing them to get their choice of food. She didn't release them one table at a time like Vic expected, but it wasn't an issue for the class. He was about to get up along with everyone else, when something stopped him. Something in the back of his mind told him not to grab food, which he really wanted to. You can't, the voice in his head said.

'Why not' he asked the voice. The voice was in his head, so it very well knew he was hungry. You're not allowed it said back. 'Not allowed?' Vic asked back 'but everyone's eating & Ms. Kay explicitly told the class everyone's allowed to participate ?' Ms. Kay was really nice. She'd never exclude a student, even the kids that were particularly fond of misbehaving [though the class loved her, so the misbehaving in her class was far less extreme than others].

The rules changed, it said. It didn't make sense to Vic, but now his stomach filled with anxiety. Maybe the rules did change & he didn't know? Maybe everyone would… He tried to calm himself. That didn't make any sense. 'She would've told me' he said to the voice.

Fine. Eat if you'd like, everyone will judge you though, it said back. Vic anxiously looked around. Everyone was grabbing their food or talking with their respective friends. No one was looking at him, but… What if they did? 'Why… Why would they judge me? Everyone's eating. Its normal & okay' he argued back.

Because it's disgusting when you do it. You know you look gross eating & weigh too much, it said back. He tried to tell himself that wasn't true, but the voice was too loud. He knew he wasn't the biggest kid in class - not that there's anything wrong with being big/fat, it's just that he knew the voice was lying. But at the same time, what if people felt differently about him compared to everyone else? They all had friends, whereas he was alone. Maybe he'd get judged because they simply didn't like him.

The voice consumed his brain, until he couldn't argue with it anymore. He sat in uncomfortable misery waiting for the bell while everyone enjoyed their free period. No one looked at him, he knew that. But he couldn't shake the feeling they were silently judging him. He knew they weren't. He also knew on the off chance they were it was a reflection of them not him. But knowing all that didn't make him feel any better.

He had skipped lunch that day too. He had lunch after that period, but his brain kept telling him people would still judge him, so he sat in the hall like usual waiting for his next class. He knew it was illogical, everyone eats & it was a time designed for people to eat, so no one would judge him. But he felt sick even thinking about approaching the cafeteria.

Once he was home, he began making something to eat. He opted for a big plate of chili cheese fries, which yes was very unhealthy he knew, but hey - it was filling & he hadn't eaten since 4AM. Plus, his family didn't have the best selection of healthy foods anyway, so it's not like he had a plethora of options. He heard footsteps entering the kitchen causing his body to tense up.

"What are you making?" His mom asked.

"Um just some chili cheese fries… But don't worry, this is all I'm having & I haven't eaten since this morning" he explained, justifying his choice in dinner.

"It better be…" his mother replied, before grabbing whatever she came into the kitchen for. He never understood that. He hated having to justify What he ate. No one really taught him how to be healthy & the one time he asked to learn how to cook vegan food [which he knew wasn't inherently healthy as there's plenty of vegan junk food] he was told no. Why did they buy him ingredients they judged him for using…

Once his food was done he went to his room. The fries were good, but he still felt guilty eating them.

He just wished he could stop eating forever. He knew he couldn't & wouldn't but he felt guilty eating anything. Like he shouldn't be allowed to. He knew he wasn't horribly unhealthy or at a concerning size, but he still felt he should stop. Why couldn't he stop.

Most of the things he thinks about himself he would never think about anyone else. Why was it different? He got a shirt he loved, & he was super excited to get it, but when it got there it… Wasn't right. Don't get it twisted, it fit perfectly & was beautiful, but on him it just looked… Bad. It fit perfectly, highlighting every single one of his imperfections, how huge he viewed his body… He didn't wanna wear it again. Or at least - not until he was at a point where he loved his body. Which sucked cause that shirt was expensive & he was excited to wear it.

Why couldn't he love himself like others did? He knew for a lot of people it was a journey, but why couldn't he pop out of the womb loving himself instead of hating himself? He doesn't remember a time when he truly felt happy in his skin. In fact even in kindergarten he was sobbing at the thought of picture day because he was too embarrassed of his smile.

Why was he such a mess… Such a… Broken person. How do you even fix something that was born broken?

#writeblr #writer #writers #writing #writing community

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popculturebuffet · 10 months

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Thomas The Tank Engine Season 4b: The One With the Indignation Meeting (Comission for Lachey V)

Hello all you stupid train children and welcome back to my exaustively long look at thomas the tank engine. After way , way too many delays we're back to finish off season 4. As mentioned last time, season 4a was mostly a chance to adapt the books they hadn't yet since the trains would've cost a lot to make with so many new models. So what's Season 4b now we're back with our usual gang of idiots? WHATEVER THEY HAD LEFT BABBYEEE! Season 4b is a few magazine stories and every book they still wanted to adapt, but hadn't for expense reaosns, time, they didn't like cows. As a result season 4b might be my faviorite episode batch thus far. Season 4b has a LOT of bonkers, as you could tell by the indignation meeting. I mean if your here for a gentle relaxing kids show, this will still do the job but if your like me and your here for the nonsernse, then it does the job better than anyone. So join me under the cut for an indignation meeting as we discuss Thomas the Tank Engine season 4b

Rusty to the Rescue:

We do get to see Rusty, my beloved one last time. The Fat Controller needs an engine for his "bluebell railway" so Rusty procedes to be the best by going to a disel railyard, The Great and Powerful Oz railway given they TALK IN A BOOMING ECHOEY VOICE WE'VE NEVER HEARD FROM A DISEL. Seriously are they delivering god's party sized cool ranch doritos? Who are these guys? Rusty talks back to them and finds an engine, Stepny, a jolly chap basedon a real life famous engine whose old driver is keeping him compnay. Honestly it's more.. sad than fucked up seeing a train abandoned this time. Stepny's simply rusted and is kept company by his old friend.. instead of you know, sentenced to death or used as a living battery presumibly left there screaming and rusting for all time. Rusty rescues stepny though, the fat controller buys him and we have a guest engine for a few episodes. A really good episode and a nice sendoff to rusty until we see him again. It's a neat way to bridge the other railway with our main one, ease the audience back into our usual nonsense.

Thomas and Stepney

Everyone rightfully loves Stepny. Thomas is a jealous twit about it. Thomas learns not to be jealous twit. This episode sure did happen.

Train Stops Play So after a brief stop for a bog standard Thomas episode, we get some of the series finest , premium, day one edition bolllocks: So some crickiters, because this series took "This series couldn't possibly get more british" as a challenge instead of a statement of fact, get their ball stuck in stepny. Now most perosns would just.. call the railway or simply use their car to go to the next stop along to get their ball. I get at least that buying a new one probably isn't super easy on a small island like sodor, or may be expensive. Instead they chase and holler after the train, and the conductor soundly and rationally decides THEY WANT TO RACE, so we get a race between a bunch of crickiters and a train while the poor cricketmobile eventually gives out. He also has nice eyes. What i'm saying is this car deserves his own spinoff and this episode is more my speed. And that's the speed of a bunch of idiots chasing a train while a train conductor says BRING IT ON BITCH BRING IT ON.

Bowed Out (Very Useful Engine Award Winner) I'm bringing back my best episode reward I forgot the last few times and decided to keep gone... because man oh man this is the best. I mean as a WHOLE the episode is .. fine. A new disel shows up, he's a racist dick, everyone's mad, and he gets his compuance. Standard Disel formula and really standard series formula; someone's a cocky dick and gets the wrath of god on them.

What makes this so special... is this is where ourarticle image comes from. As a refresher

I swear I did not edit this. I got this straight from an offical video containing the episode, and while it seems to just be autocaptioned, said caption got it exactly on. The various trains HAVE AN IDIGNATION MEETING.

INDIGNTATION MEETING

INDIGNATION MEETING

It's everything I never knew I wanted. The missing piece if you will. The trains HAVE had indignation meetings before, this isn't new.. but the fact the narration NAMES it that will never not be the best thing. This series has peaked. I can see why the next season is considered the last "Golden Age" season, because after an indignation meeting how do you go on? How do you top that? And they certainly do try as we certianly do get some grade a bollocks. Just because your series reaches it's highest of highs. .dosen't mean it still can't be good. But I don't think anything will ever top this. Their certainly welcome to try though.

Henry and the Elephant Apparently Henry's suffering is eternal, as once again god decides to humilate him, this time for really no reason. He was cross with James.. after James brought up the tiny incident where Henry was bricked inside a tunnel for his hubris for at least a week and traumatized into being a very useful engine.

And as if that incident coudln't possibly haunt him more, Henry is tasked to clean out a tunnel.. and instead finds some mysterious beast inside, and has no choice but to clear it out as the tunnel needs clearing. It turns out to be an elephant which understandably traumatizes him. I mean i'm not a hundred tons of steel and human face, but i'd still be fucking terrified of a pissed off elephant. They do clalm the elphant down.. but he later slpsahses henry after henry puffs a bit

It's just.. an exercise in humilating Henry because at this point i'm convinced the reverened hates him. I mean he hated him getting to see flowers and now this. What's next? "Henry's children are all murdered because god made a bet with satan?"

Toad Stands By

Hey kids ARE YOU READY FOR SOME MURDER?

So this starts innocently enough: Oliver is having trouble with trucks, who are mocking him. And because the fat controller just.. ignores the fact the trucks are all psychotic monsters who have caused 20% of accidents on the sodor railway, Toad, another car, suggests oliver show them whose boss. This leads to oliver pulling their ringleader, Scruffy APART.

And originally he STAYS dead. Or possibly in some living hell of his own making. Also the controller YELLS at oliver for this despite both not planning for this and the trucks you know.. being awful. On the bright side the trucks are cowed into fear of oliver so.. yay?

Bulls-Eye This is a weird one... not in terms of content, but more that it's an interquel: this incident hapepned during Daisy's earlier apperances on the show, and in the original books naturally, but was only refrenced. Why they didn't do it sooner?

But it's here. Basically Daisy scoffs at the idea of cowcatchers and having to actually scare a bull.. but then gets terrfied by one and mocked. I mean.. I get it. And this time it's personal experince: While i've thankfully haven't had to actually stare down a bull, I was roped into helping my grandma and uncles with one a few times as a teen with dad REALLY not getting how terrifying it is to be in the proximy of a bull and be given "stay near the gates and hope it dosen't hurt you" duty. Granted I was also upset any time I saw the bull from a very safe distance, but given cartoons had trained me to think bulls were mad beasts and not just.. tempramental male cows, still dangerous but not you know monsters bugs bunny has to fight, I stand by my fear.

Also the bull minitue is really nice. has a little moveable head I just noticed. All in all a fun little side adventure. I get why it was cut but I also get saving it for it's own episode later.

Thomas and the Special Letter

The origins of this one are so dang sweet: So the original book story came about because a little girl wrote into him asking him to meet thomas.. and he was so touched by it he wrote a story about the trains visiting London. That origin alone makes this one really special but it's also just a nice little story as Thomas is happy to have been invited, gets a swelled head, and then there's some nice tension after he stupidly hurts himself in wether or not he'll get to go. He does of course, but the series penchant for punishing trains for their hubris means there's legit tension in if Thomas will make it in time. Good stuff.

Paint Pots and Queens So after a special but pretty nice and charming episode we get a reminder this season enhaled some paint fumes as THE QUEEN OF ENGLAD HERSELF SHOWS UP. This is another interquel, though I didn't quite realize it with Thomas and Gordon havin ga pity party only to get to pull the queen. Honestly though for such a big thing as Thomas meeting THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND.. it's pretty forgetable. I.. I shouldn't have forgot Thomas Meets the Queen of England even with my stygian hole of a short term memory.

Fish

Fish delivery shenanigans with the flying kipper. I barely remember this one too though I at least like that it involves fish

Special Attractoin So this one involves bullstrode, an asshole barge who as usual gets punished for his hubris. It's weird going to boats after tugs not going to lie, but bullstroad is neat. He also gets into a pissing match with the trucks which ends with both of them nearly sinking into the harbor

A pretty standard ep but the naval setting, the target of this hubris getting a proportinate punishment (he refuses to do his job so he's left to be an attraction for kids to look at, but isn't you know.. left powerless. They'll probably still take care of him. )

Follow That Bike

A train runs over a bike. I honestly forgot most of what happened.

So that was season 4b and while it ends kind of sedately it's packed with a LOT of memorable episodes and while I like most of them for the bollocks the fact is most of them.. are really good for this show. Really solid stories that fit the tone. next time we tackle the last season for this retrospective, probably, and see what wonders happen when the writers are left to their own devices.

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James Potter x Reader

Oneshot

Warning:just angst and sad fluff ig

A letter for James Fleamont Potter

Dear James Potter,

Hey, what's up? That's a lousy letter starter after years of pretending you guys didn't exist.. This would be a rollercoaster of emotions, so try to keep up. Remember when we first met? You were in Ollivanders, buying a wand when you accidentaly almost killed me?

A little girl was walking pass a shop called Ollivanders, she was simply minding her own business when a ray of magic blast to her.. She fell on her butt first, her hair was a mess, she looked like she got burnt..

"Oh, dear godric!I'm very sorry!" A little boy about the same age as the girl came running out of the store.. He had a messy hair and thick glasses, he gave the girl an apologetic smile..

"What in the bloody hell are you doing?!" The girl was mad, who wouldn't? She was just simply having a great day when an idiot almost killed her..

"Buying wands?" He answered unsure. He was just shopping for wands when this very powerful surge made him lose control and it blast to her.

"I look like a mess, Mother would be infuriated..", The girl mumbles to herself as she stands up.. She huffs and glare at the boy.

"I'm James, by the way.."

"I'm Y---"

"Y/N L/N!!WHAT HAPPEND TO YOU?!" Her mother's voice boomed all throughout the alley causing some wizards to look at them..

"Goodbye, you bloody idiot.." Y/N mutters to herself.

"I heard that!"

"You were supposed to hear that!"

And that was the start of our friendship.. You little dim wit, but I'm thankful for that, because I got to meet you.. Did you know that I was not very fond of you? You just wore me down, you're a persistent arse.. But now, it all made sense to me..

What my gut was telling me about you.. You were-- no no, you're still my downfall, James.. I clearly remember when it all daunt to me, the how and why? I'm still unsure about the answer to those two questions. I'm guessing you know what I'm talking about, if you don't... I'll say it or write it now..

I'm hopelessly fucking in love with you, I realized that when you went and announced your relationship with Lily.. There was this painfully hurtful jealousy in my heart and brain.. And I couldn't get rid of those stupid feelings for you..

It was another dreary Sunday in Hogwarts, Y/N was with the Marauders except for James, they were eating at the great hall.. They were talking, teasing and annoying each other when James entered with Lily in his arms.. That image broke Y/N to thousands of little pieces, she suddenly became one with the universe.

"She finally said yes, mates!" James announced causing all of the students to cheer and screamed, obviously happy.

To Y/N, the news broke her.. She was fine with James crushing to Lily because she though Lily was not interested.. But after years of pining and persuasion, she finally said yes. Y/N should've seen it coming, she should be happy for them but why is she hurting?

"Aren't you happy for us, Y/N?"

Y/N was called back from her thoughts, the question echoed through her mind.. Oh dear Godric, she was not happy.. She wanted to be the one under James arms, or to be the one to kiss him in the lips.. She love James, not like platonic, this was so much more.. She wanted to be Lily so bad, ofcourse she's not bloody happy!

"Of course, I am!Congratulations, Prongs!"

But what could she do? Y/N would have lost that battle years ago, she was not James type.. What could she do but just pretend that she was happy and fine with them.. She was dead sure that she'll forget all about James someday.. So until that day comes, she needs to fake a smile and accept her fate.

Loving your bestfriend is the worst thing in the world, James.. I wanted to confess so bad, but the idea of losing you was a heavy baggage to carry.. So, I settled by just being your friend but you don't know how many times I've wanted to confess..

To go up to you and smashed my lips into yours but you were in a relationship with Lily, so I never did anything.. You were happy, and that was enough for me.. And don't get me wrong, I tried to find someone else but you were the best James..

It has been weeks since James and Lily got together, no one knew how she felt.. She was all alone, fighting her feelings from overcoming her. Y/N was sitting in the library, reading a muggle book called 'Wuthering Heights'..

However she hated it, she was bitter and had no time for lovey dovey books.. Y/N needed to move on, she shouldn't be stuck on James..

"Hey, Y/N!"

Y/N was startled by a Hufflepuff student, she smiled and laughed..

"I'm sorry if I startled you, I--I just have a question to ask you.."

Y/N squint her eyes, she doesn't even know this guy.. She rattled her brain for any recollection of this guy..The guy saw her confused face and chuckled.

"I'm Oliver Rigby, the captain of the Hufflepuff quidditch team.."

"Ohhh, yeah.." She just murmured but she had no idea who this guy is.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

Y/N was taken aback but she needed to move on, she can no longer be hung up on a guy that doesn't even loves her back.

"Sure.."

"Alright!I'll pick you up then!"

Y/N just smiled and walked away, she was reluctant to moved on.. Her heart was still beating for James, but she needs to move on.. For her own sake.

They were nothing compared to you, I tried to moved on.. But I always ended up to you, the same feelings always came rushing in when I see you.. Every guy seems horrible when compared to you.. The short period of time we spent together was wonderful, you gave me purpose when no one else did.

Y/N has just come back from a very horrible date, the guy did nothing but talk and brag about himself.. He was not like James who was funny and talks about entertaining stories.. The guy was not sweet nor kind, he was a bit of an ass.. That's the only thing he had in common with James, she sighs and sat in one of the sofa in the common room..

No one can beat James to Y/N, her standards were bloody high because of James.. She wanted to cry but that was stupid.. Crying over a guy who didn't even hurt her, she hates herself.

"Hey."

Y/N heart skipped a beat, she knows who's voice is that.. That voice gives her butterflies, she loves how that voice says her name..

"James.."

"Thought you had a date?Why are you back so early?" He questioned.

"O-Ohh.."

"Did he stood you up? I reckon he'd do that, he looked like a douche to me."

"Sure.." She answered not looking at him, James sits next to her and put her arms around Y/N.. She felt her body stiffen as his body made contact with her.. Y/N silently prayed that James wouldn't notice her increasing heartbeat, the stiffening of her body and the way her cheeks blush..

"Are you alright?" James seems to notice his bestfriend all red and she looked like very uncomfortable..

"What if I said no, what would you do?"

"Make you feel better, ofcourse!" His laughs echoed through the whole Gryffindor tower.. Y/N let out a dry laugh, she didn't mean that.. But her heart was breaking into thousands of pieces, she want this feeling out of her system.

"Are you really alright?"

"Yeah, maybe.."

"Want to talk---"

"Jameees!" Lily's voice called the attention of the messy-haired boy..

"I'll be right back, Lily needs me.."

"B-But what about me?" Y/N tried her very best to not choke up and crack.

"Later, Y/N.." James messed her hair, she didn't meant to be demanding however this was the sign she was looking for.. The sign that James doesn't feel anything special for her, she was just James very annoying friend..Y/N realized that with one call, Lily has James wrapped around her perfect fingers, with only one call from Lily, James was gone.. He just left her hurting friend for Lily, Y/N suddenly felt her heart was no longer there..

It was bruised and beated so many times, and now.. Y/N chest is nothing but a vacant lot, an empty hollow space.. The tiny little hope that maybe James likes her back can no longer be found.

That hope was now gone.

Y/N had reached her limit, it was truly over.. The love and jealousy she feels was a heavy baggage to carry. Y/N needed to avoid James, just until she was fully okay..

Y/N knew deep inside her that her love for James will never fully go away..

Avoiding you was the only reasonable thing to do, to be frank.. It was the only thing to do.. If I kept up that silly facade, I would ended up being mental.. You see James, jealousy is a monster that takes over your whole mind and body. It's a hideous monster you can't escape.. I do have a few questions, did you notice the not-so-subtle cold shoulder I gave you? Because back then it seems like you didn't, did you though? Did you cry every night like I did? Or did your heart break like mine did?

Y/N finally got out of her bed, she was in the great hall, hundreds of feet away from James.. But from the looks of it, he didn't really seem to mind.. He was too busy whispering sweet nothings to Lily's ear.

"If your glares could kill, Evans and Potter would be dead now.." Her friend intoned, she snapped her head away from the sight of James.

"I don't what your talking about.." Y/N denied..

"Of course, you don't.." Her friend tease.

"If my looks can kill, you will be the first one dead.." Y/N gave her friend a glare which her friends just brushed off.

"Blimey!No need to get mad, I was just stating facts.."

"Just sod off." Y/N just played with the food in her plate.

"If you told James about your feelings, he would've ask you out." Y/N's friend said in a teasing manner..

"No, he would never do that.."

"And how do you know that?" Y/n rolled her eyes at her friends question.

"Because I knew James, he was inlove with Lily since the start of our first year. "

"That's what you think.." Her friend crosses her arms and smirk at her.

"What?" She questioned confused.

"Nothing, idiot.. You won't understand.."

"O-kay?"

"Look Y/N, just move on.." Y/N scoffs at her friends genius idea.

"You make it sound like it's so bloody easy.."

"Is it not?You cry about it for a day then you find someone else.. " Y/N looked at her friend with a surprised gaze, is it that easy? How come it's so hard for her?

"See, easy.."

"Sod off.." She shut her friend down as thoughts occupied her mind..

Y/N was walking down the silent halls of Hogwarts alone, a frown in her face she hasn't been smiling this past few weeks.. Her back suddenly stood straight when the four familiar faces welcomed her when she entered an empty classroom.

"Oh, hello Y/N.." Sirius was the first to greet her with a big smile on his face but she didn't give the smile back.

"Y/N!I was wondering where you were these past few weeks.." Remus gave her a comforting smile.

"Yeah, I had no one to eat my sweets with!" Peter walked up to Y/N and offered her a chocolate which she didn't accept.

"I apologize, I have to go now.."

"But Y/N--" Peter didn't get to finish the sentence, she was gone, James didn't even look up from his seat.. Did he forgot all about Y/N? But Y/N didn't feel anything anymore.. Funny how numbness can have it's perks sometimes..

Maybe you didn't notice me because you were so inlove with pretty little Evans? That came out a little rude, I apologize for that, but I'm not sorry.. You see, I don't hate Lily, but then again kinda wish she were dead.. She was all you saw James, I was with you through your worst.. I gave you everything, but what do I get in return?

Just heartaches and neverending what-ifs.. You never saw me James.. Remember the day we graduated and left Hogwarts? You didn't even say goodbye to me, not even a single glance James.. I was not the only one who gave up on our friendship.. We both did, James..

Riding the Hogwarts train one last time was a bittersweet moment for others.. To Y/N, it was a relief.. She would finally get to leave the place that reminds her of James, every corner and walls was embedded with memories of Y/N and James having fun with each other.. It may sound nice but it only brought misery to her.

"Y/N!We're getting off now.." Y/N's friend broke her silent trance.. Y/N stands up and exits the train, her feet hit the platform floor, Y/N took a deep breath and wander her eyes to the sea of graduate students. Some were celebrating, some were crying and there Y/N saw him..

James had Lily under his arms as they talk with the rest of the Marauders.. Disappointment was written all over Y/N's face, this was the last day they would be able to see each other and James didn't even glance at her.. They were friends for years, she couldn't belive that their friendship was beyond repair..

"Quit staring at him, your looking pathetic." Y/N whispers under her breath, walking away without saying goodbye was not how she planned her last day in Hogwarts. Y/N was moving to America and will work in the Ministry of Magic there.. She does not want to work in the same place that James and Lily was going to work at..

Y/N needs to really move on, and America would be the place for it.. Atleast there, she's far away from any reminders of James or Lily.. Holding her trunk, she walks away from her old life.. No more heartaches, just miserable thoughts and lots of what ifs.

Moving here didn't even help, I'm still inlove with you.. You might be confused about why I'm just sending this letter to you now.. Well Mister Potter, I just got an invitation to your wedding and I'm very very drunk right now.. I didn't think you would really send me an invitation because you know were just strangers.. We spent years ignoring each other and now this bloody envelope shows up at my home..

How did you even knew my address? Were you keeping tabs on me? If that's the case then I'm very flattered and also a little bit creeped out but that's not the point! The point is, I'm not going to your wedding because I'm still fucking inlove with you.. I hope you enjoy the wedding though, also don't bother writing back.. I would never remember this anyway, so James.. Give Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease.

Sincerely,

Y/N L/N

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