#i don't know what this is meant to be i just need to let the brainrot out

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Where did the party go? Last part!!! part 1 part 2

Bruce didn't notice you weren't staying with them at first, it came to him slowly. The realisation that you, his child was elsewhere, away from your home, away from him. The hallways felt colder, the house emptier. Then when at a family dinner he realised, "where's name?" he was met with "why would I know?" "probably up in their room" "father can we focus on more important matters?" none of them were definitive. Where were you, you were only 17, right?

The heels you were wearing click against the cold marble floor of the office. Even though you were an intern and mostly went on coffee runs it still felt rewarding. "hey name, your back" shouts kitty the secretary "did you get mine" she says with a pout "maybeee, you'll have to say the magic word..." "PLEASE give me my coffee I'll love you forever and ever" "here ya go" she squeals as you place her extremely complicated order in front of her. "and in return" she hands you a file "wait seriously" "yup the boss wants you to look over" you give her your brightest smile before snatching the file out of her hands and running to your makeshift office.

When you finally return to your shared apartment you slump against the door before dramatically flopping onto the floor. "Gwen? did you get ice cream?" "It's in the freezer" your room mate shouts in reply. You sigh contently as you grab the bowl before sagging into the couch. "We're going to a party tomorrow" "who's we?" "me and my room mate name" "I've got wooork" "no you don't, day off tomorrow" "Oh so I'm just meant to follow you around on MY day off?" she thinks for a second "yeah, pretty much"

Dick loved his family, to him it was the thing that kept him anchored. He loved hanging out with Damian, annoying Jason and coddling Tim when he was in his obssessive state. He adored cass and steph as he always wanted sisters. You however, were distant? he can't really remember the last time you two had hung out. Were you avoiding him? Surely he hadn't done anything wrong, right? He barely remembers the last time you had shared a meal together let alone seen each other. He had to make it up to you! he searched his contacts for your number only to find he didn't have it? did you change your number or delete it off his phone or something? Why would you do that? do you really hate this family so much? he had to find you and get the answers he needed then after, you could come back home.

You sigh as you look in a floor length mirror, this dress was far too tight and blue. you preferred to stay away from the colours of your siblings. Too many bad memories, besides why would you want to represent some of the worst people in your life. "are you ready name?" Gwen shouts "yeah" you scurry over to the kitchen of your flat where you see your best friends doing- "pre-drinks!" Gwen shouts shoving a shot glass in your hands "c'mon loosen up!" william says from behind her. God they were monsters, they had far too much alcohol tolerance. They duo quickly shove you into the back of an uber before finally reaching a club they both agreed on.

The bright lights constantly flashed in your eyes. You were meant to be out there wasted, however whenever you were drunk you felt helpless, like you needed someone your family so you just took small sips of whatever the bartender gave you, keeping an eye on your friends. You shiver slightly in the chilly air before turning back around to the bar, hoping to get some more of whatever you were having.

Before you could realise anything was happening a leather jacket gets placed around your shoulders. "sorry saw you looking cold" a man says, you were about to shrug it off before you saw his face. You swear you remembered him from somewhere, you just can't put your finger on it. "so what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" "drinking" you say with a smirk, did you used to date him? work with him? were do you know him from? "well last I checked the Waynes normally drink something a lot more expensive than" he gestured towards your drink "this" "how the fuck do you know me?" "woah, I'm Tim's friend, his well- I don't mean to brag but his best friend." "yeah, well me and Tim aren't really running around in the same circles anymore, please leave" you say shoving his jacket into his chest. Honestly of all the people to see here it just had to be someone who knew your brother, or well not just your brother (can you even call him that?) but them. You speed walk over to where William is talking to his boyfriend rick. "Who's bar guy" "freak from my past" "oooh, spicy" you give William a look before turning your back on, Tim's best friend, ew, even thinking about him gave you the creeps. "well the freak is freakly good looking-" "so what" "he's giving you puppy dog eyes-" he's trying to distract me from the fact that I hate my family and anything to do with them" "He's your BROTHER?" "NO, keep your voice down! brother's best friend" "Well if you hate your brother then maybe getting with hotshot over there will make you feel better" "can you leave it?"

"maybee, just maybeee-" "What?" "you need to get laid" you look at him with disgust, "I don't need a man to make myself feel better thanks." "not what I was trying to say" he puts his hands on your shoulder so your staring directly at him "you deserve to be happy, the more you wallow about your past the more upset you'll become, talk to the cute guy. Have fun. loosen up, those are your orders soldier!"

"Remember" he says as he makes you face the raven haired man " let loose, have more than one drink please!" he then pushes you in the direction of the bar and vanishes into the crowd, dragging Rick with him.

You mutter under your breath as you walk back. Tim's best friend gives you an amused look as you settle into the seat he's standing next to "change your mind?" "I was forced to." "Might as well make it worth your while" he says holding out a drink to you. You stare at his face for a second memorizing the way he's looking at you, like your normal, like he's normal, like he's not using you. You could... maybe get used to him. "what was your name aga-" "Conner, can I call you mine?" you shoot him a deadpanned look. "no-"

Jason knew he had done bad things, especially to his family, to Tim to name, to Bruce and Steph and Alfred and-

but that's beside the point, the point is he is trying, to make up for lost time with Dick and Bruce and trying to seek forgiveness with name and Tim. Like for example the other day he had hung out with Tim, it was awkward at first but he managed. They actually had a really good time together. See, he's changed, he's a better man, and now him and his family are thriving. "where's name?" Bruce never fails to have the deepest voice imaginable. "probably up in their room" he answers. Even though you two had had bad times, like when he slightly kidnapped you. You had forgiven him, when you first saw him in the manor you were so scared, you actually looked hilarious, he tried not to laugh. He wasn't going to do anything to you, just wanted to apologise. And he did!

It took you a while to warm up to him, but eventually you were pining for his attention. Not that he really noticed at the moment. Now that he thinks about it, he can't really remember the last time you had annoyed him about something, like what books he liked or whatever small talk you could come up with. Wait where were you?

You could barely open your eyes, it felt like your eyelids weighed a million pounds, god you were so hungover. maybe you could see if Gwen was awake, surely she would be almost as bad as you, right? You should check o- "hey sleepyhead" you squeal quickly and lift yourself up as a presence makes itself known. "thought you would be asleep the whole day," you look beside you as Conner hands you a glass of water "rough night huh?" he jokes. You stare at him in shock, what the hell? "got you something to eat as well there's a nice pastry shop down the road, and I got Gwen to let me back in after I got us something" still in shellshock you grab the water slowly and take small sips. "um, can I ask you a question Conner?" "thought you were calling me Kon?" "sorry?" "nevermind, shoot"

"did we sleep together?" a silence takes hold of your room Conner stares at the ground for a second before looking at you again.

"yes"

You spit out the water in your mouth, "oh my gosh I'm so sorry I just didn- "Oh not like that, we slept in the same bed" you let out a sigh of relief, "we did make out like a lot though" You immediately look down in shame, this was Tim's friend not your's. You can't let yourself think that this guy should be close to you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that" "Making outs a two way street, you know that right, especially for the type we did, I mea-" "Not just that, your Tim's friend, this was a breach of trust," "thought you didn't like him that much" "i don't but-" "so if you don't like him why do you care what he thinks?" you look up at him as he's sitting on your bed, so out of place in your quaint room.

"well firstly, I have morals" he snickers at you "didn't seem that way to me last night-" you slap him gently on the arm "stop making it seem worse than it was." you look at him for a moment, and in that moment you imagine the possibility of being with him. "my family are complicated people, they- they care about each other. and they don't really care about me as much," Kon looks at you sadly "don't say whatever sappy thing that's in your head. I-I've tried to connect with them, I've tried to be a part of that family but unless they try as well I can't. I know what I am to them and I've made my piece with it. I'm happy here, in Metropolis with my friends, I don't need them anymore but sometimes, I just with I had a family you know." he looks at you for a moment then smiles softly. "I'm sorry about how they treated you," "Nothing for you to be sorry about" you say as you grab his hand. He looks at you, like really looks at you with your 'just got out of bed look' and your soft smile as you cradle your hand in his. He leans in, hoping beyond hope that you'll realise how much he cares about what happened between you two. How he noticed you, even in the manor, through dark hallways you were his guiding light. How when Tim was busy he would peek into your room just to find you sitting there studying, or chatting with a friend, or doing something so mundane he couldn't believe you lived in the same household as the others. You were special and you could be his. If you just leaned in too.

A sudden knock hits the door to the apartment, knocking you and Kon out a daze. You stare at each other for a second before you hear it "I need to see her, sorry" "Who are you?" noisy footsteps reach your door as you stand up to answer whoever visits someone at 8 in the morning. You swing open the door to find- Dick?

"hi" he says sheepishly, as if you'll scream at him for being in your presence, maybe a year ago, maybe a couple of months ago, but now you stare at him silently. "Is something wrong?" "yes and no, you kinda have to have the full story, anywa-" "is someone hurt?" "no-god no, I just came to say hi" you smile, confused at the older brother you've looked up to your whole life stumble over his words " you just did that" "well, by hi I mean like catch up with you. We haven't hung out in forever" "we never hung out in the first place," he looks at you as if you just spoke gibberish "well we can fix that!" he says with a determined look on his face "get changed, we're going!" "now?" "now!" you're laughing now, maybe because your hungover maybe because of how absurd this situation is but nonetheless it gets Dick's attention "What's what" "bro, I'm hungover and got a whole man in my room, the only way we're hanging out is if you calm down to realise that I look like I've been dragged through a hedge, here" you grab a piece of paper and a pen from inside your room being careful not to let Dick look inside, with his newfound attitude you doubt he'll like the fact that Tim's friend is on your bed trying to signal whether or not he should jump out of the window.

You write down your phone number and hand it to him. "I'm free friday, around 2pm" call me if you have to reschedule. "the-there's a man in there?" "no, your hallucinating this is all a dream, go home," You and Gwen succeeded in pushing Dick's catatonic state towards the door. "See you" you say before softly closing the door on his face.

You and Gwen share a look before Kon slowly exits your room. "Is he going to kill me?" "he'll have to go through me first" you say in mock seriousness you turn round to face him, "you got us breakfast?"

Yay it's finally done! Sorry it took so long, I had an english exam, then I overdosed in the hospital. But I'm okay now!!!!!

I'm leaning towards making the reader try and reconcile with the family, as someone who has had mental health problems I just wanna see my pookie happy </3. This might be the last chapter for now, just because I want to look into writing about other things, Still DC though don't worry. I might come back to this series but right now I'm happy with it.

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I'm The Problem (Luke Hughes)

Summary: Luke isn't the happiest camper post his shoulder surgery, and he feels at a loss at the fact he needs help doing almost everything. His best friend Y/N has been there every step of the way, but takes a step back after Luke get overstimulated

Warning(s): angst, yelling/cursing, crying, lack of self-worth

"For fucks sake."

Luke was annoyed to say the absolute least.

After getting an injury towards the end of the season, especially during playoffs, he felt like he let down the team at the one time where it counted most.

The surgery went smooth and well, it was the recovery that was taking a toll on him. He was a someone who liked the faster healing process rather than sitting on being patient. Only in certain cases that is, which this one happens to be part of.

He always looked forward to the summertime because he got to see his friends back home, stay at the lakehouse, golf and skate freely without the pressure on him.

Now he could barely do any of that without his injury causing some sort of issue. Don't even get him started on the sling. He hated that thing with a burning passion.

Y/N though, was there to help pick him back up when he needed it most.

She managed to take time off of work for a couple weeks during the week of his surgery to help him, especially since Jack was still in recovery from his own.

Luke didn't think he'd be able to get through anything without her around, she was an angel in disguise for him post surgery.

That was at first.

The more and more Luke figured out he couldn't do while in Michigan, the more frustrated and overwhelmed he began to feel. He couldn't swing a golf club, put on clothes properly, wash his hair, drive a car (or boat for that matter). It was beginning to piss him off as time went on.

Y/N would cut in to help him whenever she could see the annoyance reaching his eyes.

The time he was trying to open one of his meal prep containers, tongue sticking out as he grumbled at it not opening.

So Y/N walked over and softly grabbed it from his hands. "I got it, it's okay." she assures him with a soft smile, opening it with a pop and handing it back to him.

"Thank you pretty girl," he chuckles dryly.

Luke first started off mumbling out 'thank you's and now he barely said a thing when she'd cut in. He would either scoff or stomp away like a toddler.

Y/N understood how helpless Luke felt, as having a knee surgery a few years back that caused her to be bedridden for a month or two. it was hard to see everyone doing stuff for you around you when all you wanted to do was accomplish it on your own.

What Luke didn't know was how exhausted Y/N was. Not mentally, but physically. She was up every night the week post his surgery, making sure to switch out his ice packs, bandages, meds, you name it.

She only got a couple hours of sleep realistically each night during that time. She would never complain about it, because she wanted to make the process easy on Luke.

It was now the summertime in which meant she was done with college for the time being until fall, so she was also joining the boys at the lakehouse as per tradition. Not only to make sure Luke had the help he needed, but to also see her other favorite friends she hadn't seen in a bit as they were all traveling for work too.

It was another early morning in the Hughes lakehouse, she was just returning from her workout session and grocery shopping when she could hear the quiet commotion of some of the boys awake in the kitchen.

She smiles warmly as she sets down both arms that are full of grocery bags, nicely onto the counter. Dylan Duke, Cole and Quinn were all awake and made their ways over to the girl to help unpack everything.

"You're all awake earlier than usual." she jokes, opening a bottle of water.

"We decided to run this morning, and we were the only ones who actually got up at our alarms to go." Cole mentions, making her chuckle lightly.

"Should've came and joined my class today. Totally would've made you sweat your asses off, but totally worth how you feel afterwards." She says after she swallows a sip of her drink.

Quinn gives her a look, and points at her. "Absolutely not, I've seen how scary Hot Pilates can be." he denies as he puts groceries away.

"Oh come on it isn't that bad. You gotta try it before you hate on it!" she argues, Dylan laughing at her statement.

"We choose life sweetheart," Cole laughs. "Besides us men can't be seen dying in a class like that. Let's be real." Dylan adds. Y/N rolls her eyes playfully.

"Besides," Quinn buds in. "Luke was about to go insane if he didn't get out of this house somehow and do something more productive."

Y/N raises her brow. "He went running too?"

The boys nodded. "How'd he feel after that?" she says, going to sit at one of the barstools and crossing one leg over the other.

Quinn puts a hand over his neck and slides it across as if to signal not to ask. She purses her lips. "That bad huh?"

Dylan sighs. "He ended up stopping halfway through and walking the rest of the way because the motion kept killing his shoulder. He was red in the face by the time he got back to the house, and it wasn't just from how warm it is outside."

Y/N rubs a hand over her face. "Did he take any of his painkillers? I left them on his nightstand this morning before I left."

Dylan shrugs his shoulders. "No idea. He was too crabby to talk to, so I have no idea."

"You know I'm not deaf right?" Luke's voice booms into the kitchen, his back turned towards them all as he goes to sit on the couch.

He was dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a plain navy blue t-shirt, his sling over his body and hair still slightly damp from his shower.

Y/N looks at the boys, trying to hide her amused smile as they are. They decide to keep putting stuff away for Y/N while she looks back at Luke who is hunched over and tense.

She hops off the chair and makes her way towards him and rounds the couch to sit next to the blond boy.

He is staring forward, knee bouncing as if he is contemplating in his head.

"How're you feeling Lu?" she asks cautiously.

Luke just grimaces. "Sore." Is all he responds with.

"Did you take some of your meds?"

"Yeah I did when I got back."

"Why didn't you take them before?"

Luke just lets out a loud huff and rolls his eyes, standing up his spot and walking into the kitchen to join the boys conversation.

Y/N frowns at his mood change, knowing no matter how frustrated he got, he never shut her down like that. Instead of bombarding him she ignores it and stands up herself.

"I'm gonna go shower, and then what is the plan today?" she asks.

Cole scratches his head. "Uhhh I think we're going to do the boat for like an hour or two, and then Jack was saying we should hit up this new juice place. He said it's similar to Jamba Juice or something, but it's like the protein juice things."

She gives a thumbs up before walking away towards Luke's room to grab a change of clothes before heading to shower.

Once she finishes and she's dressed, she heads back down the stairs to now see everyone was awake and music was softly playing in the background as they all conversed.

Jack saw her and smiled before pulling her in for a bear hug. "Goodmorning sunshine."

"More like good afternoon now sir." she chuckles, and Jack rolls his eyes as he looks down at her when they break apart. "Hey I forgot I told them I would join this morning, I like my sleep."

"Oh I know. I said you guys should've just joined my workout class this morning."

Jack snorts. "Absolutely not, I choose life my dear Y/N."

"That's what I told her!" Dylan points out, mouthful of food.

"You're a bunch of wimps." she laughs as she goes to grab the cooler off of Quinn's hands.

"Let's get this show on the road now shall we? We're wasting daylight!" she says before heading towards the sliding door.

They all began to slowly follow behind the girl, her letting them all pass to make sure the door was shut before they left. Luke was the last to leave, his face still a bit more droopy. His eyes caught hers, and she gave him a soft, warm smile. "You ready to go?" she says.

"I'm here aren't I?" he says with an annoyed tone, making her smile fall slightly but she tries to hide it and just nods.

"I brought some of your stuff just incase you start to hurt while we're out there." she says, and he just nods.

"You feeling okay Luke?" she finally asks as they walk side by side.

"Yes I'm fine, stop asking." he says in a short tone, earning a frown from Y/N.

"Watch the tone I'm only asking because I care." she shoots back, and watches his face fall slightly.

"Sorry. I'm sorry you're right. I'm just really sore today." he says with a sigh, and she nods. "That's okay. It's normal. I get it." is all she answers with a tight smile.

The rest of the way onto the boat is quiet between them both, Luke deciding to catch up to Duke and talk with him as they got onto the boat.

Jack helped grab the cooler and Y/N's wrist to help her onto the boat, the girl smiling thankfully at him as she stepped onto the wobbly platform.

She went to go sit across from Luke instead of next to him like she usually would, just to give him a bit of space as she's noticed his mood has been a bit more negative with her.

Luke doesn't say anything as he sees her sit across from him, only eyeing her as he talks to Duke who sits on one side of him. She gives him a tight-lipped smile before looking away and starts to talk with Cole and Trevor, Quinn being the designated driver for the day.

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"Ouch Trevor! Move your fat ass over!" Y/N laughs out, pushing the boy over to his side of the booth, rolling her eyes as he playfully dramatized her actions with a fake pout.

The other boys get back with everyone's drinks, Y/N thanking Quinn as he handed her what she ordered before she takes a sip.

The group all converses amongst one another, discussing the plans for the summer and all the concerts they have all planned while sipping and munching on food and drinks.

"So Y/N you gonna have any dates while you're out here this summer?" Cole teases, earning a look from her with an amused smile.

"Yeah absolutely not. Remember how that went last summer?"

"Which one? The one that stood you up and said his fish died, or the one that ordered for you?" he jokes.

"Both actually," she chuckles while sipping on her drink.

"Yeah I remember when you texted the chat saying how the dumbass had been already sitting at a table with food ordered by the time you got there."

"Wait what? He already had it ordered?" Jack snorts.

She nods with a laugh. "Oh yeah. Basically gave me the house salad that comes with his order. So didn't even order me something for myself." she says, the guys all laughing.

Luke rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he remembers that day. She felt so annoyed and so pissed off, and she was starving after that ended.

"Never again. If I go on a date at all this summer, it's because it's with the guy I'd actually want to go on one with." she admits, making the boys all snap their heads to her.

"Wait," Trevor says, mouthful of chips. "There actually is a guy you have your eyes on??" he questions, and she nods with a raised brow.

"Who?" Duke pries, and she shrugs her shoulders while stirring her drink.

Her eyes scan the group, Jack giving her a knowing look and she just averts his gaze. "Oh come on you've gotta give us something." Cole groans, and she shakes her head.

"Nope not this year."

"Why not?"

"Because everytime I tell you guys, I feel like I jinx it because then they ghost me right after!"

"I doubt this one would." Quinn hums out, making her snap her head towards him and his shrugs.

"What? It's true!"

"Quinn knows?! Why does Quinn know?" Trevor whines.

"She didn't tell me, I just figured it out." he laughs, and she points at him with a nod.

"He's right."

"Well then now you have to tell us." Trevor begs, and she shakes her head with a laugh.

"What does Golfing look like this week?" she says to change the subject. The guys easily grab onto the bait and start discussing what they had in mind, her eyes drifting towards Luke who sat in the corner of the booth.

He was in his own world, gnawing on his straw as he tries to listen to the group converse. She can tell he is in his own mind.

She lightly nudges his leg underneath the table, causing him to snap out of his daze and look over at her. "You feeling alright?" she asks a little bit more on the quiet side, not to disturb the group of boys in front of them.

He rolls his eyes. "Y/N when are you going to stop asking me that? It's really not necessary." His gaze going back to the boys.

"You just seem off, and I want to make sure you're okay. Or that if your shoulder is bugging you-"

"I'm not a pussy I can handle the soreness and pain that comes with my injury, alright? Knock it off." he snaps quietly, his eyes burning over towards hers.

She looks at him in disbelief, stunned at the words that just came out of his mouth.

"Fuck me I guess." she mumbles back before deciding to ignore his energy, ignoring the look he throws her way after she says that, indulging in the new topic the boys were now caught into.

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Once they had arrived home from the juice place, Y/N was at a breaking point.

After how Luke had treated her throughout the day, she began to realize something was seriously wrong with him. She couldn't figure out what it was.

She knew he had been frustrated about his injury in general, but she didn't know why it was getting worse whenever she came around.

The boys all went to sit down in the livingroom as the rain started to slowly come down. The soft patters being heard on the rooftop of the house.

They turned on some country music while connecting the PS5 to the giant TV screen. Y/N had gone into the kitchen to go and grab herself something to eat and something to drink, setting it onto the kitchen island as she also went and prepped Luke's meds he was supposed to take every evening like clockwork.

The glass of water fills up and she tries to hide the shaking in her hands, both from exhaustion and anxiety because of what's going on with Luke.

She shook the tension away that was forming between them, and put on a fake facade while walking over to the boys.

"You going to come and join us for a round?" Cole asks, motioning towards the video games on the screen.

She smiles and nods. "Yes I will. Just give me a few minutes."

Y/N walks towards the other big couch where Luke was sitting with Duke and Jack, softly putting her hand on his good shoulder. He whipped his head towards her before rolling his eyes.

"Hey I have your meds, and I grabbed you a water to help get them down-"

"I don't need it."

"Luke you know you're supposed to take these or you can't sleep." she pries with a frown.

He huffs and decides to ignore her, starting to talk to Duke and Jack again. The boys give her a reassuring look before looking back at Luke.

"Luke, take them. You know how you get without them. If you take them later you're going to get sick." she tries again soft but stern.

Luke still doesn't acknowledge her, so she lets out a huff.

"Luke I swear if you don't take these-"

"Oh my fucking fuck Y/N just stop! I said No!"

"Luke I know you don't want to, but your surgeon says you need-"

"I don't give a fuck! I am sick of taking those and I am sick of you breathing down my neck and forcing those down my throat. Seriously knock it the fuck off!" he snaps, making the room quiet and look at the pair.

His eyes are now staring up at hers with a sharp glare, hers frowning down at him in confusion.

"Luke what the fuck is your issue? I'm just trying to help you-"

"Well fucking stop helping! I don't need your help, or you! You're insufferable! You breathe down my neck at every single moment of every single fucking day and it's annoying. You're like a clingy girlfriend who won't hop off my dick. Seriously stop, just stop!" he yells out, and begins to stand up.

Only when he stands up, his good shoulder hits her hands that were frozen in place with the glass and pills. Before she can react, the glass and pills spill from her hands and crash onto the hardwood floor, glass shattering everywhere.

It was so silent that you could've heard a pin drop. Y/N is frozen as she looks at the mess on the ground, hands shaking as her anxiety increases, hands frozen in their spot where she was once holding things.

She could feel the tears forming, lip quivering.

"Y/N" Jack's voice perks up slowly.

"Y/N are you okay?" Jack asks slowly once again. She snaps out of her daze, and sniffles putting on a fake smile.

She nods quickly and her arms fall to their sides.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine, I'm good. I uh I'm just going to clean this up and head to bed." she says before walking quickly to the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies.

Jack is the first to stand up and follow behind her to the closet.

She's letting out a few huffs and sniffles when he sees her, shakily grabbing the broom and dust pan. Jack grabs them from her hands and says her name softly to have her look up at him.

"I got it. It's okay." he says to her in an assuring tone.

She looks into his eyes for a second, Jack seeing the heartbreak hitting her eyes as tears fall freely.

"I got the mess. Okay?" he says one more time, and she wipes her eyes.

"Okay." she sighs before leaving the room quickly and rushing up the stairs.

When Jack emerges from the closet and over towards the mess on the ground, his eyes glared over at Luke who was still standing and facing where Y/N once stood.

"You're a fucking asshole, Luke." he growls out. Luke sighs and lets his head fall.

"That was a dick move. Real dick move bro, she's been there for you the most out of anybody." Duke adds in, Luke running his hands through his hair.

"Well she hasn't left me alone for one fucking minute! I was losing my mind okay? This recovery has fucking sucked." he sputter out, sitting back down and putting his face into one hand.

"Do you know how much shit she has done for you? She didn't sleep a wink when she was one jersey during your first week post surgery." Jack admits.

"What do you mean?" Luke says.

"She stayed up a majority of every night in case you woke up in pain, or in case you needed something other than your doses of your meds. She was the one who would fill the kitchen with your favorite snacks. Your favorite drinks. She was the one who has dropped everything to take you to PT and your surgical follow ups. She hasn't slept since your surgery, because she wants to make sure this recovery is as easy as it can be for you!" Jack bursts, red in the face.

Luke sighs. "Fuck." he winces.

"Dude if you weren't injured right now I'd fucking smack you silly." Quinn scoffs.

"I don't care if you're injured, I'm still debating on doing it." Jack says.

Luke felt like shit. It was all hitting him now.

The times he caught her already awake at five in the morning. The tired red eyes she would have, bags very prominent underneath. The little naps she would take on his lap during the day. Her forgetting to eat because she was so caught up on preparing his food. Missing nights out with her girlfriends to be there for his appointments and PT.

Now he knows he has fucked up in the past, but he really fucked up in this moment. He fucked up terribly.

"I'd be so surprised if you're able to fix this one. You really hurt her, Luke." Jack says, a tired tone being heard in his voice.

"I really fucking hurt her. Fuck I fucked up bad." he groans out, feeling his face get hot and eyes gloss over.

All of their ears perked up when they hear the front door shut, Jack's eyes darting back over to Luke with a scowl as his own face had a fearful look going.

Silence follows as the boys watch Jack drop the supplies in his hands and scurry towards the entryway and open the door.

The door slams shut and Jack comes stomping back.

He points at Luke. "I'm gonna beat your ass." he snaps walking over towards his brother, Cole and Trevor walking towards him and pull him back. Luke stands up.

"What? Why? What happened?"

"She's gone."

Luke's eyes widen, soon rounding the couch and running up the stairs and towards his room.

He slams the door open on turns on the light, frowning when he sees her stuff is still on her side of his bed still in the messy clean form it was in this morning.

He rushes down the stairs. "Her stuff is still here." he says.

Jack is running his hand through his hair while the other is sitting on his hip.

"You better go find her. You better fucking find her, or hope she fucking comes back in one piece. If not, it's your head that will be on a stick by morning."

Luke glares at Jack at his sudden protectiveness over Y/N. "Since when do you get so protective over her? What's your fucking deal?"

"Because that girl is one you shouldn't treat like shit or throw away! She's one that you keep around forever, Luke. That girl is so fucking in love with you and you fucking blew it!" Jack says, his voice raising with every word he says.

Luke freezes.

"Wait, what?"

Jack bites his lip. "Fuck," he hisses. "I wasn't supposed to say that."

"Since when? How long have you known this?" Luke says, his anger now rising.

"No you don't get to fucking be the one who is pissed off! You don't get to act like that!" Quinn buds in.

Luke glares at his older brother. "You knew too? Are you fucking joking? Why-"

"Alright fucking enough! This isn't what we should be fighting about, what we should be doing is figuring out how the fuck Luke is going to fix things with Y/N." Trevor bursts out, making everyone turn over to him in shock.

Trevor throws his hands up in the air. "Yeah I know. Trevor of all people saying you guys need to calm the fuck down, but seriously I'm the only one that is also willing to see that we have a bigger issue to fix right now."

"Luke you need to figure out what you're going to say and do to fix this," Trevor instructs while pointing at him. He then points at the other boys. "You guys can sort your shit out afterwards. Y/N comes first right now."

Luke huffs, knowing he really had to sort his shit out. He royally fucked up badly, and this was the girl he cared about more than anyone else who existed in his life.

Jack was right. She was a forever girl.

He just hoped that she would still be there after all of this.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Y/N arrived home, it was late. WayI late.

She knew it was way late when all of the boys were sleeping, and the lights were all off inside the house. The outdoor porch light glowing a dark orange as she approached the front door.

Sniffles left her lips as she tried to stay as quiet as she could while opening the door, silently closing and locking it behind her.

The girl kicks her shoes off and lines them up at the door with all the other pairs of shoes there, setting her keys on the group key hanger before padding into the kitchen.

She turns on the dimmer lighting, hoping to not let it be too bright to wake any of the boys whom were sleeping on the main floor bedrooms.

When she opened the fridge she saw her leftovers that she was going to eat earlier that night sitting right in the smack-dab front, a note adorning the top of the lid.

Made sure nobody touched it. I hope you're home safely

-Quinn

She sighs before placing the note on the counter, opening up the container and grabbing a fork as she decides to just eat it cold to not worry about waking up anyone in the house.

Y/N brings the bowl over to one of the living room couches and eats in absolute silence, her mind running in circles as it has been all night. She thought maybe going for a drive and then stopping at the beachfront of the lake next to theirs would be a way to somewhat clear her mind a bit.

As she sat there alone with her thoughts once more, she couldn't help but break down into more tears.

Her container falls onto the coffee table as she lets the tears fall freely, putting her head into her hands as she lays herself on her side. Her chest feeling heavy as her heart breaks over again.

She couldn't believe Luke had really said those things. Really thought that about her especially.

Was she really that clingy? That much of a nuisance to Luke? Was she just causing more harm than good to him right now? Should she just leave the lakehouse in the morning was the real question.

She didn't know what to do.

Tears kept falling freely as she lay there on the couch, curled into a ball, rubbing her arms up and down.

Her eyes suddenly started to feel heavier, her sobs turning into soft hiccups, tears drying on her face that was red, splotchy and puffy. She let her eyes slowly close, her mind trying to be silenced by sleep.

Which slowly does take over.

Y/N soon is fast asleep on the couch, no blanket or pillow covering her as she was too caught up in her mind to notice.

Little did she realize that her container falling onto the table caused a loud enough noise for the oldest Hughes brother to stun awake and head out to the kitchen to see what was happening.

He squints around, then does s double take when he sees a small form curled up on the couch while little hiccups left their mouth. He walks over, his heart clenching as he sees Y/N shaking from crying so much while being fast asleep.

He grabs her bowl and puts the rest back into the fridge for her tomorrow, then walking back over to the girl and picking her up slowly to not disturb the much needed slumber she needs.

Quinn looks down at her, seeing how torn her face looked even in her sleep. If thoughts could kill in that moment, he was sure Luke would be dead in an instant.

Once he is back into his room, he quietly shuts the door and brings her over to lay in his bed. He sets her down softly and cover her up with his comforter, kissing her head softly. "I'm so sorry he did this to you." he whispers out, knowing she couldn't hear him.

He sighs before standing up and walking over to his side of the bed and getting in. Once his light is turned off he is laying on his side and keeps his distance from Y/N so she has her space, before he himself slowly falls back into a deep slumber.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Her car is here so she had to come back. There is no way she would just disappear." Luke says as he paces around. "She didn't come sleep in my room last night."

"Well I wouldn't blame her is she decided to sleep somewhere else too. I wouldn't want to be near you either after being told all of that." Duke says, earning a look from Luke. His friend put his hands up in defense.

Jack, Cole and Trevor were all out that morning picking up some of Y/N favorites in opes that they could try to make her feel a bit better, while Luke was conjuring up what he was going to do and say to Y/N to at least get on a path towards fixing things between them both.

"Where would she have gone? She hates sleeping in other beds. She says they're not as comfortable, and I'm the only one in the house that has a fan. Because she can't sleep without one." Luke bombards, biting his nails.

"Well I think after how much she cried out last night, her body will be out for quite some time with no fan or your bed needed." Quinn's voice perks up, the boys waltzing into the kitchen with a yawn.

Luke stops pacing and looks at Quinn.

"What do you mean? Where is she? Is she safe?"

Quinn shushes his brother with a look and a hand motion to shut him up.

"Yes she is fine. She's asleep in my room-"

"What the fuck-"

"No don't start that shit. She wouldn't be in there in the first place if you didn't act like a bitch and go off on her like you did last night." Quinn chirps before Luke can say another word. "So yeah she is sleeping in my room. I woke up because I heard her come home, she passed out from crying so much on the couch, so I carried her to sleep in my room. You need to get over yourself if you're going to even have a chance at fixing the mess you made." Quinn admits.

Luke knows he is right. Quinn might've been the more quiet and reserved one out of the three brothers, but when he was mad or driven about something, people listened because he wasn't bullshitting in any way.

Luke decided to keep his mouth shut and put his good hand on his hip.

"So what do I do? Where do I start?" he asks, and Quinn shuts the fridge to turn to his brother.

"You need to apologize. Really apologize, hear her out, and be fucking honest." Quinn instructs. "You want a chance at being with the one girl I know you're just as obsessed with as she is with you, then you need to lay every fucking thing out. Don't bullshit any of it, Luke." Quinn explains, letting his little brother take in his words.

"But for now, you need to let her sleep. She looked so exhausted. Let her sleep and take her time. Don't immediately jump her throat when she so much as walks out here." He finishes before disappearing from the kitchen to go outside.

Duke looks at Luke and nods. "I think he's right. He said it better than I could've."

So that's what Luke did.

He left to go golfing with the boys. He left to go out on the boat. He left to go into town for lunch. He gave her space. He didn't want to do what Quinn said would make her feel pressured. He kept his distance.

Throughout that day, he slowly started to realize just how much her presence was meant for their group. Meant for him. He never realized how important she became for him especially with all of his post surgery things. She did keep him in check for good reasons.

He was stressed out every time he forgot to take his meds. Or when he forgot to do his PT exercises. Or when he especially forgot to switch out his ice packs.

She really did make it an easier process for him. Every single thing she was doing wasn't to be a pain in his ass or cling onto him, it was to make it easier on him.

He groans at the thought, knowing he really wished he could've just shut his trap the night before, but of course his pain and soreness and helplessness made him lash out on the one person who made this whole thing so much simpler for him.

The boys all sat around the fire pit later that night, music playing softly while they all sat amongst one another and talked. The sun was nearly gone, crickets and frogs being heard around the lake as well as a few loons.

The talking simmered when the group heard the sliding door slowly opening, they all snapped their heads over to see the familiar girl's face appear.

She looked like she was fresh out of the shower, her hair damp and face free of makeup as she shut the door behind her.

She was wearing a pair of gray sweats and a UMich Hockey sweatshirt, one that looked like it might've been Luke's that she took a while ago.

Her hands were hiding in the big sleeves of the sweater as she walked down to join them, some of the boys letting frowns form on their faces as they see her face still puffy from the night before.

They all snap out of their frowns when her eyes rise up to look at them with the fakest smile Luke had ever seen on her.

"There's my favorite girl." Jack is the first to speak up warmly, wrapping her up in his arms as she went and sat down. All the other boys warmly greeted and cheered when she sat down, Y/N smiling at them as she took a deep breath.

"I made you one," Trevor says as he hands her one of his famous s'mores. She looks over at him.

"How'd you know?" she asks, and he shrugs with a wink.

"I told you, I've got that twin telepathy." Trevor jokes in a cocky tone, earning an amused look from the girl before she thanks him and blows him a kiss.

"See? Y'all see that? I got a kiss before you guys!" he sings out, making all the guys groan and swat at him as he does a funny little dance.

"I take it back." Y/N says, earning an awestruck Trevor.

"No take-backsies!" he pouts before going to sit back in his spot.

Her eyes never met Luke's, the boy silently begging for her to look at him just once. She never did.

The group all kept on their conversations, trying to distract from the obvious tension going on as they all didn't want to make Y/N anymore uncomfy than she probably felt.

Luke tried hard not to get jealous or annoyed at Jack or Trevor when they would be close to Y/N, as he knew they were only doing it to make her smile and feel better. He just couldn't help but feel that way as he wished it was him making her that way.

But he was the reason she wasn't smiling. Why her face was puffy. So he deserved that at payback. He deserved way worse to be honest.

As the night began to near its end, each boys lowly trailed their ways inside, Y/N and Luke being the last two to be sitting near the fire. Y/N wanted to enjoy the night, as bonfires were something that made her feel anchored and helped her decompress.

Luke kept his distance, only staying on the left side of her across the fire. His eyes hadn't really left her figure the entire night.

At that moment he decided he couldn't wait any longer. The suspense was killing him slowly. So he cleared his throat, watching as she didn't move a muscle.

"Um," he squeaks out. "You-you can take my bed tonight. If you want. I-I know you usually can't sleep without a fan, a-and that you prefer my bed because it helps elevate your back." he stutters out quietly.

Y/N keeps her gaze on the fire, and just nods. Luke feels his chest tighten.

He clears his throat once again.

"I-I um," he starts once more. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry-"

Y/N stands up before he can finish, soon walking away from the fire.

He watches her walk away in silence, watching as she disappears back inside the house. Luke lets out a shaky sigh, before standing up himself and using the pot of water next to the pit to put out the fire before soon making his way back up to the house himself.

When he reaches his room, he prays that she took his offer, the boy wanting to use the excuse of grabbing pajamas in case she was in there.

His bed was empty.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day came by quicker than expected, and Luke was feeling at a loss.

Y/N had been ignoring him all day.

He had gotten up before the sun, went and picked up her favorite flowers, coffee and protein iced tea she loves, as well as her favorite bagel spot. He had even drove across town to get her the coffee grounds from a cafe that donates used coffee grounds to use for gardening, as he knows she loves using them when she does her planting at the lakehouse for Ellen and herself.

When she had come down that morning to get herself some breakfast, her face had contorted into all kinds of reactions.

Shock, awe, happiness, confusion, sadness and then nothing. It turned into nothing when she saw Luke creep in and giving her a look of hope.

She didn't acknowledge him once, but he knew he had gotten to her as she did indulge in the breakfast, coffee and iced tea he got her.

That was when Luke knew he had a chance to get her back.

Until the rest of the day had gone on.

She so much as did not look his way, acknowledge anything that had to do with him. She acted as if he didn't exist. Luke didn't know what to do. He couldn't talk to her as she wouldn't even try and be near him.

She either stuck to Jack or Cole's side for the day.

The evening was far from over too, and Luke was just ready to go to bed in that moment.

Especially now.

They were currently out at one of the dive bar clubs in the area, the music was loud and the place was packed.

Which also meant that Y/N was drunker than a sailor on a pirate ship.

She had been dancing and singing loudly to any and all of the songs, having any of the boys come dance with her as time went on. Luke stayed in his spot at the bar by Quinn, who looked very amused by her actions as she was spun around by Trevor.

"Have you gotten to talk to her yet?" Quinn says over the loud music.

Luke shook his head with a pout. "She's acting as if I don't exist."

Quinn uses his lips. "Do you blame her? You broke her heart. Especially after you said you'd never do that."

Luke huffs. "Yeah I know."

"Keep trying. That's all I'll say. You still have a shot. I know deep down she wants you to keep fighting."

"I'm trying. But she makes it so hard."

"She's worth it though?" Quinn trails off, and Luke thinks for a second. He then nods.

"Yeah. Yeah she is."

Trevor then runs up to them, drunkenly stumbling around as he reaches them. "Y/N disappeared outside. I think she's throwing up. I would go get her, but I'm not too far behind her." he says before disappearing back into the crowd.

Luke looks over at Quinn before he makes his way outside, eyes scanning for the familiar figure and spots her over at the corner by the bushes and hunched over.

He scurries over to her, using his good arm to caress her back as she throws up. He then takes her hair as best as he can with the one hand, and holds it back.

When she finishes dry heaving she turns and does a double take when she sees it's Luke.

She stumbles a little as she tries to push him away. "No, I don't want you." she slurs, dry heaving once more.

"Y/N stop focus on getting this out of your system right now. Quinn is coming with water." he says, and she shakes her head trying to get away from his grasp.

She forget that he still has a hold on her hair, and he gently pulls on it to keep her in her place. "You can hate me the most tomorrow, but I'm not letting you pass out after dry heaving for ten minutes. So it's me or the concrete."

"I choose the concrete."

"Y/N"

She drunkenly giggles at her comment, only to be stopped as she starts throwing up again. Luke keeps her hair back, his eyes looking back to see Quinn coming up with the bottled water.

He hands it to his younger brother. "I'm going to grab the boys and the car. I'll be back." he says before jogging back inside.

Once Y/N finishes her second round, she tries to stand straight but wobbles in the process. Luke is quick to catch her, only almost failing as his sling holds his bad arm back from fully being able to stabilize her.

He makes a dumb decision, but in that moment he was more focused on her.

He takes off his sling and lets it fall to the ground, Y/N watching the action and pout when she sees his sling fall to the ground. She points at it. "Your sling. You shouldn't be taking that off." she slurs out with a hiccup.

He shakes his head. "Not my concern right now, I'm more focused on keeping you upright. I don't need you passing out on me again." he tries to lighten the mood, only getting a scowl from her.

"Okay tough crowd." he mumbles, looking behind them to see any sign of Quinn.

"I'm serious-" she hiccups "put it back on. You can't have that off." she hiccups again as she bends down to try and get it.

"Y/N dammit leave it. I'll deal with my dumb decisions tomorrow."

"Like you other decision you made two days ago?"

His heart sinks at her words, seeing her eyes become big as she looks up at him. "Y/N look," he starts. "I'd love to have this conversation, and tell you how much I regret saying those things to you, but I want you sober for that. I'm not going to take advantage when you are probably seeing two of me."

"Hey! How'd you know that? Do you have my vision or something?" she whines, and he rolls his eyes trying to not laugh at her.

Before he knows it, Quinn is pulling around the corner to meet them. Luke brings her up to his car when he parks it, Quinn rushing up to grab her and he frowns at Luke as he looks down at his empty shoulder.

"Dude what are you doing? Put that back on!"

"I will, chill alright? I was more focused on trying to make sure she didn't fall face first onto the pavement." he says as he goes to grab the sling and carefully put it back on, trying to ignore the burning pain going up and down his collarbone.

It was a quiet ride home, as most of the drunk ones were already sleeping, the others just tired from the day they've had.

Once they were pulled into the driveway, Quinn hops out and goes to grab Y/N while Jack and Cole who are both not super drunk but are definitely past being buzzed, grab Trevor.

"Put her in my bed. I'm sleeping on the couch." Luke says to Quinn when they get inside. Instead of arguing, he nods and brings her up the stairs.

Luke follows behind, needing to go and grab some pajamas and his painkillers for the night. Once Quinn has set her in bed, Luke goes to turn on the fan for her watching as she snuggles closer into his sheets.

"She loves you still, you know." Quinn says softly, making Luke turn towards his eldest brother.

Luke gives him a pursed smile and nods, getting the same action back from Quinn before he leaves.

The blond boy slowly, and painfully, changes into a pair of sweats before going over to his bed to grab his pillow only to freeze when he sees Y/N's eyes looking up at him.

"You okay?" he asks.

"You hate when I ask you that, so don't ask me that." she snaps, her words still slurring.

He nods slowly. "I deserve that."

"You deserve a lot worse."

"Yes I do."

She stares at him, her eyes squinting at him as she watches him slowly try to take off his sling for bed. She doesn't miss the way his face winces at the pain he is definitely feeling after what he did.

"Where are you going?" she asks as she watches him head for his door. He points at it. "Downstairs. I'm going to go and sleep downstairs. Give you your space."

"Stay." she says, making him frown.

"Please." she slurs out softly, watching him fight with his mind. She watches as he slowly walks back over and cautiously gets into his side of the bed just incase she changes her mind.

"Just keep your distance." she says quickly and he nods.

"I know."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning Luke was hurting like a bitch.

He tried his best to not wince and hiss when he woke up, not wanting to awaken the girl next to him.

When he finally got out of bed and down he stairs, he saw Quinn and Jack both in the kitchen talking. Jack was sitting on one of the barstools while Quinn was putting together breakfast.

They both looked over when they heard him coming in, seeing him hold his sling out signaling he needed help putting it on.

"That was a dumb move you made." Quinn says, and Luke rolls his eyes.

"Yeah well I was more concerned for her than I was about my arm. I'll live." he shoots back, thanking Jack as he finishes adjusting it for Luke.

"What happened?" Jack asks.

"Y/N was at her throwing up point where she can't end to pass out from dry heaving too much," Luke says before pouring himself a cup of coffee. "So I took my sling off and kept her upright instead of letting her faceplate straight into the concrete."

Jack hums. "You're a dumbass," he starts. Luke chuckles dryly as he goes to sit down next to Jack. "But proud of you." he says before taking a bite of his waffles and standing up, patting the boy on his back.

"I'm off. I'm meeting Sammy for a farmer's market run this morning. So I'll be back around one." he says, putting his place in the sink and then heading towards the front door.

Quinn nods. "I'll be leaving shortly too. Trev and Cole are still sleeping. I think Duker and I are gonna go take up some ice time for a bit." he says, and Luke nods.

Y/N soon comes strolling in, still in her dress from the night before and her hair in a bun as she is squinting her eyes.

She goes to grab a cup of coffee, Quinn handing her a plate of food as she stand over by him at the island. "How you feeling champ?" he giggles, and she huffs.

"Not great. But not dying. I more so just have a headache right now. I think I got most of it out of my system last night." she explains with a dry laugh, taking a sip of her coffee.

Quinn laughs, before finishing up his breakfast. He goes over and kisses her head. "Don't kill him today, yeah?" is all he says, making her give him a look before he disappears.

Y/N just stands there, tracing the ring around her cup with her finger as they sat in silence.

Luke was the first to speak.

"There's um," he clears his throat. "There's some liquid IV in the cabinet. It's the berry one." he says, pointing to the cupboard.

She stands there quietly, taking a sip of her coffee and nodding.

Luke sighs. "Can I say more? Or are you going to leave before I can finish?" he asks genuinely.

"I'm debating." she answers back, not meeting his eyes as he keeps his own her figure.

"Well I'l just talk, and if you've had enough then you can walk away. Yeah?"

She says nothing, which then has him proceed.

"I fucked up," he sighs. "I really fucked up. I know that. I honestly wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to talk to me again."

"Again. Debating."

"And that's okay," he says, not wanting to say how much it would hurt him if she chose that. "I really should not make any excuses for what I said. I've just been in so much pain, and at such a breaking point with all of this. I took it out on you when I should not be doing that."

She takes a sip of her coffee, soon taking a bit of her food. He takes that as a sign that she isn't ready to leave just yet.

"I didn't realize how much you were doing until you weren't there. You know what I also realized?"

For the first time, she looks at him.

"I realized all you were trying to do was make this whole healing process easier on me. Not pester me. Or overwhelm me. Or annoy me. It was simply to make sure I was on the right path towards a faster paced healing process to get back on my feet."

"That's all I was trying to do, and have been trying to do Luke. Because I know how you get. You proved my point when you blew up at me like that." she answers in a monotoned voice. Luke nods.

"I know that now. And I'm so grateful for that and for you. Especially after having that realization," he says. "I hated hearing how you haven't slept, and how you have put me first. If anything don't do that again. For my sake. As much as I love you for that, I need you do make sure Y/N is healthy first."

Y/N ears perk up, and she looks at him with a frown. "What did you just say?" she says softly.

Luke furrows his brows. "I need you to put yourself first. Your health."

"You said you love me."

Luke's eyes widen, and his heart freezes. He did not even realize he let that come out.

He clears his throat and he feels his ears heat up, seeing her face change slightly. "I um," he squeaks. "Yeah. Yeah I do love you. I think I always have, but after realizing all of this I think it made me realize I loved you more." he admits, his voice shaky as he looks at her.

"Luke."

"I'm serious, Y/N." he says. "I know you hate love bombing, but honestly that slipped out. And I am just going to own it because it's nothing but the damn truth."

Y/N just stands there in disbelief. Luke continues. "I want you to know that I truly and deeply am sorry for saying all of those things. You're not clingy. You're not annoying or a burden or any sort of negative impact on my life." he says, slowly getting closer to her. "If anything I do need you. And I want you as mine and mine only. I don't want any of those stupid guys from last summer to be the type of dates you have this year. I want us to figure our shit out, and I want to give you the proper dates you deserve."

Y/N looks up at Luke. "You've got a lot of making up to do, Hughes. A lot."

Luke takes a deep breath. "I know. I know I do."

"You broke my heart."

"I know."

"You called me things."

"I did, and I'm sorry for that."

"Yet I love you too."

His eyes could've popped out of his head. "W-What?" he cracks out, and she give him a small smile.

Before he knew what was happening, she flicks his forehead hard and then smacks his cheek. "Ouch, hey!" he says in awe, and she points at him.

"You deserve that," she says. "But I got those out of the way so I could finish with this."

She lightly grabs his jaw and places a chaste kiss on his lips. He groans when she pulls away far too short for his liking.

"No. No more. Because you have a lot of shit to fix first."

"Roger that."

"I love you."

"I love you too, and I will spend the rest of my life proving it."

[jukashi]

I know when this sort of thing gets posted there will be replies going 'I'm just venting' or 'Men don't need any more coddling' or 'oh so we need to stroke men's egos by saying only nice things?' and so on. So, I want to add: sexism against women will always exist so long as there is sexism against men, and vice versa.

It would perhaps be nice to disassemble gender completely, but in the meantime the majority of human cultures assume most humans are either man or woman, and even if acceptance of nonbinary identities became magically universal they would remain a minority, so most people would still assume most people are either men or woman. When people think 'people who are not men' they think first of women, and when people think 'people who are not women' they think first of men.

So, statements like 'men are violent' necessarily implies 'non-men are not violent', drifting to 'women are not violent', implying 'women do not fight', and so 'men are violent' leads to 'women are weak'. If you convince people men are selfish, you will convince them that women are servile. If men are monsters, women are victims.

Besides that... making broad negative statements about any group that someone can't opt out of being a member of never improves anything, because there's never any actual intent to improve anything. When sexist societies said women were emotional and stupid, did they reward women who demonstrated discipline, who educated themselves? No, it was punished. At best it exiled you from your identity, made you Not A Woman, at worse you got 'taught your place'. You got worse than nothing for trying to defy the expectation. If you played into it, you got an excuse for mistakes and misbehavior. Insulting women as emotional only encouraged many to be emotional, made it part of the identity, made them go: well! I'll be emotional then! But I will say it better - that I am nurturing, kind, passionate! Good things, things to be proud to be identified with instead of ashamed, but in a sexist society they were code words for being a manipulable slave, which served the real masters of that society perfectly well.

Saying women were emotional, saying women were stupid, never encouraged them to be disciplined or to educate themselves. It was never meant to.

How do you think describing men as violent and dangerous will encourage them to be gentle and safe? The ones who defy the expectation are punished. At best they will be Not-Men, at worse being half-trained dogs, used and abused but never trusted, never let in. A man will never get anything from people who say men are bad by trying to prove them wrong. Insulting men as violent and dangerous only gives an excuse, reinforces it as part of the identity, encourages many to be violent and dangerous, to go: well! I'll be violent and dangerous then! But I will say it better - that I am powerful, capable, tough! Good things, things to be proud to be identified with instead of ashamed, but in a sexist society they are code words for being a tool to be used, which serves the real masters of society perfectly well.

This isn't a moral argument. It's not an argument about what's virtuous, not an argument about what beliefs make someone a good person or a true member of the approved group. It is an argument of method, of how to achieve a purpose.

Saying men are evil only ever achieves the opposite of everything that anyone who describes themselves as a feminist claims to want.

really cannot emphasise enough that "All Men Bad" and "masculinity is inherently violent, dangerous, and evil" are load-bearing pillars of radfeminism and these ideas cannot have a place in any truly progressive queer theorising.

[liminalmemories21]

911 - post ep 8x17 ficlet

(caveat that this is mostly based on vibes and episode clips)

He's not sure why he's here.  Except that he doesn't want to go home.  Tells himself it's because he wants to be alone, except if that was true he wouldn't be sitting in his jeep outside of Tommy's house.  He'd have gone .... almost literally anywhere else.  Tells himself it's because his house is too crowded with Eddie and Chris and Pepa.  That's closer to being true.  Except it's not Chris or Pepa he's trying to avoid.  Pushes it away.  He can't deal with it now.

He's not sure why he's here.  Outside of Tommy's house.  A place he's been, but not often enough to feel comfortable there.  Maybe that should have been a clue.  That Tommy only ever wanted to see him on Buck's turf, never wanted to invite him in.  Never wanted to let Buck poke through his bookshelves, and see what's lurking at the back of his fridge, how messy his hall closet is.  Which isn't fair, he'd never asked.  Had been happy to just float, take everything one day at a time until he decided to skip about a thousand steps and torpedo the best relationship he's ever had.

He's not sure why he's here, except at the funeral -- at Bobby's funeral -- Tommy had come up to him, made an aborted move like he was going to cup Buck's elbow, hold him steady, and he'd said, "If there's ever anything you need."  Half smile.  "Well, maybe not a helicopter, I don't think they'll let me steal one a third time."

So he's here.  Because he doesn't know where else to go.  Doesn't want to intrude on anyone else's grief -- doesn't want to be a bother -- doesn't want to make it all about him.  But Tommy had asked.

And he's officially been sitting here too long.  One of Tommy's neighbors is going to call the police about the suspicious man casing the neighborhood.  Hand on the key, about to the turn the ignition, maybe go back to Bobby's church.  Maybe just go to a cafe for a while.  Or the beach.  He used to like the beach.  He should go to a club.  That's the best place to not be alone for a night.  Except the being alone the next morning is always so much worse.

Jumps out of his skin when there's a tap on the window.

Reluctantly rolls down the window.  Has to swallow to get out, "Hey."

"Hey," Tommy says.

He should have brought something with him.  A loaf of banana bread or something.  Tommy lost someone too.

Forces himself to come up with a reason why he's here that isn't pathetic.  "I just, umm, wanted to check on you.  Make sure you're doing okay.  I know Bobby meant a lot to you too."

Tommy tilts his head, studying Buck, and it's uncomfortable and he shifts uneasily in his seat.  "I'm doing okay," Tommy finally says.  "Not great, but you know."  Shrugs.

"Yeah," he agrees.

Tommy doesn't step away, just keeps studying him with that same evaluating look.  "How are you doing?"

"Oh, you know, busy," he says.  "Trying to make sure everyone has what they need."

"Hmm," Tommy says.  "Do you want to come in?"

He does.  Desperately.  Says, "No.  I should go, Eddie and Chris and Pepa are all at my house.  Or, Eddie's house?  I guess.  I'm not exactly sure right now.  Lines are kind of blurred since they're all staying.  You know."

"Or you could come in and I could make you tea, since you came all the way out here."

Tommy's house is not that far out, but he's getting out of the jeep and following Tommy up the walk before he really thinks too hard about it.  Comes to a stop in Tommy's kitchen, fidgeting, thinking of the two loaves of tea bread in his freezer.  He really should have brought Tommy something. 

"Do you like banana bread?" he blurts out.

Tommy's hands don't even pause in making tea.  "It's okay.  I prefer lemon poppy seed.  Why?"

Lemon poppy seed.  He can do that.  Anstell on B shift likes it too, so he'd gone through seven recipes trying to make a perfect loaf during his baking binge.

"Tea," he says, like an explanation.

"Evan," Tommy says softly, and it almost makes him break.  Nobody says his name like that.  Takes the tea Tommy offers him.  Tommy sits opposite him.  "Is Eddie staying long?"

He shrugs.  Has no idea.  "He kind of makes his own hours in El Paso."  Chris will need to go back to school though.  Eddie will take him back to Texas - home to Texas.  He tries not to feel relieved at the thought.  It's just because there are so many people in his house, and he's not used to it.

"I'm glad he made it up for the funeral," Tommy says.  And oh, this is Tommy making small talk.  Looking at Buck like he's a puzzle he's trying to solve, or a bomb he's trying to defuse.  He doesn't think he's that complicated.  He might be primed to explode though.  Mostly he just wants to sleep.  Or stop moving.  Or fold into himself and cry.  Except that everything will still be the same in the morning, so what's the point.

Realizes Tommy's waiting for an answer.  "Yeah," he says.  And he had been glad.  Would have felt unbalanced if Eddie hadn't been there.

He kind of wants Eddie to leave again.  Go back to his life.  Leave him to start to pick up the pieces of what's left of his.

He's not holding up his end of the conversation.  Tries harder.  "How have you been?"

Tommy shrugs.  "Trying to keep busy."  And then, "You asked me that already."

He closes his eyes.  "Sorry.  I'm kind of all over the place right now."

"When was the last time you slept?"

He has to think about that.  He'd had a shift.  Before that?  He hadn't slept well last night.  Hasn't slept well since -- shies away from saying it.  Thinking it.

Faint amused huff.  "If you have to think that hard, it's been too long."

He blinks.  Right.  He should leave.  Tries to make himself get up.  "I'll get out of your hair."

Tommy looks at him.  "Or you could take a nap here."

Tommy's house that smells like him.  Where he can be surrounded by the comfort of Tommy.  "Nap with me?" he asks without thinking.  And wants to die.  "Shit, sorry.  I'm tired.  I should go."

"I can do that," Tommy says.

"Why are you being nice to me?" he asks.  Sees Tommy recoil a little.  "I said terrible things to you  and then I called you up to come rescue me, and you did it without even asking any questions, and I realize I never apologized.  And now I just showed up again, making myself your problem.  And I'm sorry.  I wasn't trying to hurt you, but I know I did, and just because I didn't mean to doesn't make it better.  And why are you being nice to me?"

Tommy looks at him for a long moment, long enough that Buck doesn't think he's going to answer. and then he traces a thumb down Buck's cheek and he wants to lean into it.  "Because I'm in love with you.  And you're hurting.  And this is something I can do."

And, oh.  He tries to remember if anyone's ever said anything like that to him before.

"Me too," he says, just before Tommy's face starts to shutter, and watches disbelief and hope and wariness chase each other across his face.  Reaches for Tommy's hand.  "I'm in love with you too."  Yawns obnoxiously wide, no hiding it.

"Okay, I definitely think we should talk about that more, but maybe after that nap."

He wants so badly.  "You'll stay?"

Tommy's eyes close for a beat, and then reopen, looking at him.  "I'll stay. I promise."

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Quarter mile at a time.

Synopsis: Bruce finds out he has another biological kid ,and not only are they a girl but the best street racer in Gotham!!

Notes: reader is described as female and black, poc ,or in this case I guess she might be mixed. I do not hate cops I just wrote them like this for the fic. So please don't take anything to personally.

Warnings: Illegal things ofc. Drugs, mentions of sex and prostitution. Child abandonment. Underage drinking and smoking and prostitution. Not proofread!!

Ride or die.

'Do you understand how much trouble your in kid?'

'Do you ever shut up?'

This was the third time this week you had gotten yourself in this position.

Handcuffed and seated infront of some cop who was writing down your statement.

Still being underaged meant you'd get away with more then adults would.

Sadly that also meant you were usually the one to take the fall for your so called 'friends'.

'You gotta help me out here kid. I'm trying to help you.'

You were sixteen. That age that people would consider 'young and dumb'.

But you knew better then to tell anything to the cops. People got hurt from doing that.

People got killed.

'Cmon kid. Your sixteen and I see you in here three times a week.'

'Don't remind me." You scoff rolling your eyes.

Cops like these almost make you feel bad. Almost. They always claim their just 'trying to do their job'. But you see through that.

You see the way they pin your friends down. Gun to their head. Cuffs tighter then needed and for what?

For power.

And with a gun to a scared kid's head they feel like they got it......

So you stay silent and give them headaches with your words.

'Well I guess all that's left to do is call your mom.'

'Go ahead and try it.'

You've seen this to many times to count. The cop tries to threaten you with him calling your mom. She doesn't answer.

They let you go. Because Gotham's got bigger problems then a kid who they don't have proof did something.

'Ya know kid. If you weren't so caught up with friends like yours you'd have a good life.'

Of course the cop would say that. By looking at your record. Your a straight A student good grades you even tutor for extra credits.

'Am I free to go?'

The cops sighs after getting nothing but a ring from you mother's phone.

'Yeah go ahead.'

You scoff standing up and grabbing your things. Smug like smile planted your face from finally being free.

'Wait.'

You hum turning back around to face the sitting cop.

'Kid, I say this with respect. Going the way your going you won't make it to twenty.'

You knew he was right. Your friends were living proof of that. Some of your friends were dead while others in prison.

More friends came but they never could beat the system.

You didn't blame them and you never would. They were trapped in a system were this felt like the only way out.

Just like you.

'Maybe that's the plan.'

Fear owned Gotham, consumed it like a virus.

Even the wealthy and powerful people slept with one eye open.

Everyone was afraid of something ,and in Gotham your worst fear was most likely to happen.

But your not really helping yourself when you go to places like this. But then again you didn't really care.

It's dark as you walk to suspiciously dark allies but you knew ever road in gotham.... just not like other people would....

By the time you reach your destination the place is already filled with people. Some drunk most high ,and more likely then not they were shit broke with nothing to lose.

So to say this place wasn't a place for a teenager was an understatement.

By now you knew who to stick around. The people who could protect got and the people who couldn't.

So you had no trouble as you walk around and greet your usual 'friends'.

It smells like smoke but not from cigarettes.

Smoke from tires rubbing against the harsh concrete. It's warm but that kind of from car engines and cigarettes.

Girls crowed around cars and boys do too. All looking for attention or money. They'd do just about anything to get cash.

Some of them were mean almost forcing men to sleep with them to get money , but others were soft much to shy to do anything like that.

You felt bad for them but you held your tongue, as both the men and women belittled them infront of you.

Most of them were older then you but some we're your age some even younger. They new you quite well.

Well just about everyone knew you.

You couldn't be seen with them though. No, you were too popular around this place to be seen with them.

You'd be considered a stupid kid to be seen with them. And in a place like this, if you're seen as a kid they'll treat you like one.

A loud voice breaks through the crowned and reaches your ears.

'Looks who's back.'

Mikey your so called 'boss' says. Mikey met you when you were dirt poor and took pity on you.

Instead of giving you money. He gave you a job. Claiming 'you gotta work for your money. Cause ain't shit free.'

Mikey owned a car shop and he taught you alot. Even stuff you shouldn't know. Like how to make a car go the fastest it can with blowing up.

Or how to hide drugs in car seats that even the best canines won't be able to smell.

Eventually he took you to your first street race and from there it clicked.

That was your passion, that was your thing.

You made him teach you stick and eventually you built your own car out of scraps.

And slowly by slowly you came up in ranks.

And bought a better car.

Thanks to Mikey of course. He got in you every race since he knew just about everyone, even the people you shouldn't know.

He started you with small races and moved you up inch by inch.

But the time you were twelve you were the best street racer in Gotham. But not everyone can take losing to a kid well.

So Mikey introduced you to his friends. So atleast you'd have their protection. Their older then you and did just about anything illegal you could think of.

But they were your protection so you didn't complain.

You smile as you see Mikeys crooked smile.

You knew he wasn't a Saint ,or anything but he was the closest thing you have as family.

He's all you got.

He used to pay your rent and bills for you until eventually you could pay them yourself.

Lord knows your mom never did....

'Hey Mikey. Where's my baby?'

'In the back. She's already ready.'

He points behind him and low and behold there she is. Your baby.

Your pink Honda S2000 covered in glitter and with rims that the moon illuminated off of.

She was perfect. The fastest thing in Gotham and it made your opponents even angrier to lose to such a feminine car.

Following Mikey to your car you walk past various people and their cars.

All different cars modified from their colors, to their shapes ,and designs that comstomize them to their owner.

It was easy walking past the cars some you admired for their creativity others you thought looked ridiculous.

Walking past the people wasn't so easy.

Some gave you a simple nod others looked you up and down clearly sizing you for the race.

Grazing your hands against the hood of your car you smile.

You never took your car home with you after a race. The cops would catch you before you could say 'shit'.

Mikey taught you that.

So instead you left it with Mikey ,and he took care of her when you weren't racing.

Opening your door and starting the engine you smile at the noise she makes. Everyone knew the sounds of your car by now. Loud, strong, and confident.

'You ready? They paying good this race.' Mikey says as he looks you over.

It was never about the money. You and Mikey new that. It was about the thrill.

The excitement of the race.

It was exhilaration you felt right before you won. It was feeling of not feeling anything for a moment.

It was the way your stomach dropped as you hit the gas half way through a curve. The way the moon shined on your dark skin and the way the chilly air felt against your face.

It was the fact that when you were racing you didn't worry about anything. Not school, not the cops, not your life, not your mom. Nothing.

It was just you and your car and that was enough....

'I'm always ready.'

The noise from the Crowed died down a bit when the racer girl announced the biggest race was about to begin. This was the most expensive race of the night so of course you were in it.

You new mostly everyone you were racing but their was one guy you didn't. No one did. You ignored that feeling that something was off about him. After all as long as he had money to pay that's all that mattered.

The race started of the same motorcycles went out and stopped the traffic and horns from the busy and annoyed people rang through the air as you raced through the city like you always did.

The roads were dark and this was definitely the fastest your car had ever gone.

You hanged in second place the unknown boy in front. But right he could pass that finish line you pushed your secret weapon. And just like always.

You won.

The Crowed was loud and people surrounded you touching you and your car. Compliments filled the air but your eyes weren't on them. No, your eyes were on the new guy.

He looked normal but something about how he acted gave him away. How he kept looking around but tried to act calm.

He wasn't a junky. No, he was dressed to nice and his car was nice enough to prove he wasn't.

He looks almost awkward but people continue talking to him. He doesn't fit In here that's clear as day when you notice how he talks. It's to nice, to cocky.

He's smart you'll give him that. Probably the best at what he does. That's probably why they sent him. He's got that kinda charm that he can smooth talk his way into anything and everything.

But if he was gonna come here he should've known what not to do. And most people are way to high and drunk to notice but you do.

His gaze always goes to people hands first.

People here didn't do that.

No, here you look at their eyes or If you like them their body.

Never their hands. People here throw their hands around but they usually don't mean any harm that's just how the express themselves.

Cops tried to read people by their hands to watch what they were gonna do before they did it.

You knew that from how much you were constantly arrested.

That's probably why most of your friends were treated harsher then necessary by cops when all they were trying to do was communicate.

'Only cops do that shit.' You mutter pushing off your car and walking over to Mikey trying to give him your keys.

'Leaving so soon?' Mikey ask his voice almost concerned but he hides that well.

You always stayed late. Because it was better then going home to empty apartment.

You nod your hands still holding your keys and eyeing the boy.

You don't say anything to Mikey about the boy being a cop incase you were wrong. But your not gonna stay here long enough incase you were right.

You toss your drink, your hand opening to give Mikey your keys but before you know it loud sirens fill the air and blue flashing lights are everywhere.

People scatters like cockroaches when you turn on the light.

Your quick to grip your keys and get in your car. Before you even know what your doing your already racing down the dark streets of Gotham.

You don't have time to count how many police cars follow behind you and for a moment you wonder if they only want you.

They probably did considering how many times you had gotten away from them.

You'd been running from cops since you started racing and on foot you weren't that fast but in your car?

They couldn't get close enough to scratch your paint.

You sigh turning off your engine and leaning your head on your steering wheel as you parked into a dark ally.

You had escaped all ten of the cops with ease but there was still that adrenaline rushing through your viens.

You don't have much time to rest though because before you can think of what to do there's a loud thumb against the top of your car.

'The fuck?' You whisper still out of breath and kinda scared.

Your head still slightly dizzy and your eyes have never been the best so this must he your imagination right?

Because there's no fucking way batman just landed on the back of your car.

You groan muttering a 'just my luck.' Under your breath and put up your hands in defeat.

Because of course your a good driver but your to tired and far to drunk to race against fucking batman himself.

He opens your door and his scowl is cold harsh.

Harsher then the criminals you face on the daily but it softens at the sight of you....

You look like a dream. Not the kind that he falls inlove with but the kind that he's supposed to know.

Someone he's supposed to remember but he cant.

He feels weird but still takes your arm and without a word puts you in the batmobil.

He decides to ignore the way you almost rip out his door handle by how hard your trying to open it.

'Even if you did get out. You won't make it far.' He says as his car automatically buckling up.

'Worth a shot.'

You huff annoyed about your situation and scared even though your trying to hide it.

'Whats your name?'

'Whats your name?' You repeat his question with a question. Ah, so you were that kinda kid.

The stubborn kind.

Well he can't judge he has a handful of stubborn kids of his own. And he thanks God for that on night like these.

It just makes it easier to talk to you.

'Tell me your name and I'll let you go.'

'Huh?'

Your surprised by the amazing deal he's offering you and really can't believe it.

He on the other hand had no real intention of handing you over to the police after all he had sent Dick their as an undercover cop to stop a big drug deal not stop a kid.

Little did he know you were the best street racer in Gotham. But he quickly figured that out as you escaped not one but ten trained cops.

You sigh telling him your name. Even if this was a trap it was worth a shot.

He unlocks the door and you uncross your arms open the door. Confused you look back at him.

'You really gonna let me go?' You ask trying to make sure that he wouldn't chase you down after this.

'A deals a deal ,kid.' He watches as you step out of the batmobil and his gaze locks onto yours as you close his door.

'See ya around, kid.' His dark voice says and something about the way he says it makes you believe it's more of a promise then just a saying.

'Hopefully not.' You mutter as you get in your car.

'Alfred I'm going to need you to check something for me.'

'B, everyone in my unit has been looking for that kid for years! Years! And you just let her go? The best street racer in Gotham and you let here go?! We didn't even know she was a girl until today!'

Dick voice echos through the batcave and Bruce's headache already forming from his sons distressed voice.

'Well being seeing her soon Dick. Calm down.'

He tries to reason with obviously irrated vigilantly.

'And how can you be so sure? What if this was are only chance?!'

Alfred sends him a knowing glance as he hands Bruce some life changing papers.

Bruce sighs rubbing his temples as he carefully reads the heavy papers in his hands.

Even going so far as rereading them just to make sure.

But eventually after reading enough and his headache intensifying he says.

'Because she's my daughter.'

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[oneofstarkskids]

redemption

THUNDERBOLTS* END CREDITS SPOILERS:

genre; angst with a splash of fluff

summary: bucky knows that even when he feels like there's no one he can rely on, nobody who's willing to stay, you'll be right there beside him.

"it went poorly," bucky tells yelena about his call to sam. part of bucky wanted to be angry with sam.

how could he sit there, knowing this was what bucky's always wanted- purpose, redemption- and try to take it away from him?

at the same time, bucky felt almost guilty. like it was his own fault. he should've done something. said something. told everyone it was another one of valentina's scams.

but he couldn't. not when there were so many people cheering and chanting for him. they weren't calling him the winter soldier. a monster. not a criminal, but an avenger.

a true hero.

he went home to you, heart feeling heavy.

"hey sweetheart," you greeted him at the door, wrapping your arms around his neck.

you ran your hands through his blown out curls, brushing them out of his pretty face. you noticed the tired look in his eyes. "everything okay?"

he sighed before pulling you into him, caging you against him in a crushing embrace.

you didn't push the matter. you just let him hold you like that for as long as he needed, and eventually he sat down and confided in you.

"sam called," he started, but paused. you smiled a bit at the mention of your friend. he'd been there countless times for both you and bucky.

bucky had gone to visit him about a year ago, but it had been awhile since you had talked to him without having to dial his number.

"how is he?" you asked.

"he's suing me," he said flatly. you furrowed your brows and shook your head, trying to wrap your mind around it. "well, not just me, the new avengers. for copyright."

it suddenly made sense.

"oh, bucky," you sat down next to him, interlocking his metal fingers with your flesh ones.

he kept his gaze on the floor, "he was pissed. and maybe he has every right to be."

you didn't say anything. what could you say?

you could see it from sam's point of view. he was an avenger. and he'd lost so many of his teammates.

bucky had even told you that sam was planning to rebuild the avengers a while back. you were so sure that he would've asked bucky to join.

but it looks like he never got the chance.

and bucky. your bucky. this meant so much to him. it's not like he went out searching for it. this team, these lonely, messed up people, just happened to fall right in his lap.

they were just like him. people who'd fucked up beyond redemption.

but here they were, getting the clean slate each of them had only ever dreamt of.

he was supposed to throw that all away?

he rested his forehead on your shoulder, "i don't know what to do. you know, after steve..." you waited for him to finish, knowing it was a rough topic.

"after steve left, i thought i would never have that kind of bond with anyone else," he whispered.

"besides you, of course," he looked up at you with a lopsided grin.

you smiled back, softly.

"but then sam and i...we really started to understand each other. we were forced to work together, and despite him being an annoying pain in my ass... he's filled the emptiness that steve left behind." his face contorts with pain.

you took his face into your hands, thumbs brushing across his cheeks.

"what if he never forgives me?" he asks the question that leaves the room thick with the loss and pain he's lived with his entire life.

you shook your head once more, "buck, don't say that. he's sam. he's pissed off, probably hurting, but he loves you."

"a brief argument over the phone is never going to change that. you two will work this out," you said confidently. it helped that you truly believed the words coming out of your mouth.

there were some bumps in the road of bucky and sam's relationship, but ultimately, they were the captain and his sergeant. inseparable.

bucky was in awe of you. your unwavering faith in him. your never-ending love and support. his blue eyes shined with affection.

"i'm glad that it's you by my side, doll," he whispered. "even if nobody else is."

you pressed your forehead against his and frowned, "which they are."

he couldn't help but chuckle at how adamant you were.

"c'mere," he lifted your chin slightly and kissed you tenderly, his love for you evident in the way his lips lingered against your own.

[sargeteen]

📝 ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

ᵎ!ᵎ𐔌 a lewis hamilton smau they were close during the filming of the f1 movie , and they were close the time he came to ferrari for a grand prix . are they just friends , or have they been dating for longer than we realize ?

pairing & warnings ... ♯ lewis hamilton x secret wag (hab) ! male reader ꒱ fc: damson idris ﹕ fuck men and their super cute and secret age gap relationships requested by @bunnisgreen

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scuderiaferrari that's our 7-time wdc driver right there 😮‍💨 ⤷ userone 8-time***

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userfour if he's not voted best dressed i don't care to see the list ⤷ userfive he's the first person on the carpet 😭😭 ??? you haven't even seen all of the other outfits ⤷ userfour yeah but it's lewis hamilton so does that really matter? ⤷ userfive you know...you got a point there

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usertwelve OH WOW YEAH HE ATE THAT UP

userthirteen did you see him roll up in a fucking f1 car???? like the pr for this movie is actually insane ⤷ userfourteen wicked might have a contender for most insane movie pr ⤷ userfifteen nah i saw wicked mac n cheese, who needs wicked shaped mac n cheese ⤷ usersixteen don't even get me started on the wicked alcohol. promoting drinking to a primarily underage audience? i support her, but this isn't okay ⤷ userthirteen i'm 22 and i'm SCARED

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usereighteen put me, y/n l/n, and lewis hamilton in a room and we won't be leaving for hours. and when we do, it won't be pretty. ⤷ usernineteen whats it finna play...WOAH

usertwenty god i love y/n l/n. i'm glad that he's finally getting the recognition he deserves!!

"HAD QUITE AN ENTRANCE THERE," an interviewer laughed as y/n l/n walked up to him with a smile. The interviewer had a VOGUE branded microphone, and he was dressed well for the gala as well, but he was just in a black tux.

Y/n laughed, “Yeah well, when PR tells you to do a fun entrance in a Formula 1 car, you have to accept.” He was taller than the interviewer, so y/n bent his neck and lowered his head so he could hear him talk.

“And I would’ve as well,” he laughed. “So, y/n, tell me about this suit,” the interviewer stepped back a step and the camera panned down to scroll up and over the red suit that y/n wore.

With a pointed finger, y/n gestured to all of the small details in his outfit that not only meant a lot to him, but also referenced the theme of this years gala—Black Dandyism. It was a beautiful style and y/n remembers the excitement that coursed through him when he heard that he’d been invited this year.

“It’s just a beautiful theme and a beautiful suit, as well,” the interviewer smiled up at y/n. “But, I must ask, since you arrived quite early, whose outfit are you most excited to see tonight?”

“I’ve already seen my favorite, and the one I was most excited for,” y/n turned around and his eyes immediately caught onto Lewis Hamilton’s figure, clad in the beautifully made cream suit. “Lewis Hamilton is by far one of the best dressed ones here outside of the MET, so I was really excited to see what he cooked up with Louis Vuitton.”

As if Lewis heard him, he turned towards y/n. A smile broke out on his face as his eyes caught onto y/n’s.

The world fell away from the two—the camera flashes turned into shining stars as the blue carpet, walls, and ceiling turned into the night sky. It was very much La La Land-esk as everything around them faded away and they ended up in space.

Y/n smiled and his eyes softened at Lewis, which caused the man to start to walk over to the interview. That cut off their quick connection, and Lewis let a hand rest on y/n’s waist when he came up beside him.

“I heard my name, handsome?” Lewis grinned and nodded at the interviewer as he spared a glance over at y/n.

The height difference was quite comedic and noticeable—there was no way that Twitter (or X if you’re with the times) wasn’t already freaking out over the movie star and F1 driver being so close together again. When the F1 movie was still filming, and Lewis Hamilton was on the set, helping the actors perfect what being in an F1 car was actually like, there were pictures that went around of y/n and Lewis being quite close—much like they are now.

The interviewer raised an eyebrow.

Y/n laughed and shook his head, “You are so annoying, Lew.” Yet, y/n slid a hand behind Lewis and let it fall on the small of his back. At this, Lewis let his hand drop and it raised up to his stomach, stepping back into his favorite pose—the one Twitter lovingly called his ‘pregnant mom pose’.

The shift was seamless, and honestly hard to notice. It was like it was second nature to the duo, and had been done before.

“You two are quite close, no?” The interviewer asked, but he backtracked when he realized that question could be taken the wrong way. “Like on the F1 movie set, pictures went around of you two standing close to each other, and then now, y/n, you have your arm on Lewis’s waist. Is there a story to that?”

Y/n and Lewis glanced at each other and laughed quietly. “Movie sets are where the magic happens, right?” Y/n asked with a smile.

The interviewer went to say more, but representatives for both Lewis and y/n pushed them away, hurling apologies towards the interviewer, but he didn’t care all that much. Vogue just got a story and a beautiful piece idea.

“OH, FUCK,” y/n laughed as he tripped over his own shoe. He looked behind him and, not so, gracefully stepped over the other shoes on the hotel room floor that were in his path. “Jesus, Lew, how many shoes do you have?” He stepped on a black shoe, one with a taller hell than the others.

Lewis laughed as he pushed y/n out of his way so he could walk into the hotel room, the door shutting closed behind them. They shut the world out behind them, leaving just the two of them in the hotel room, only the two of them in on their secret.

"I have enough," Lewis smiled as he started to pull off the black outfit that he had put on for the MET afterparty that he dragged y/n to. "You just have one pair, and that's crazy to me," Lewis tsk'd and shook his head as he glanced over at y/n, who was now laying on the bed on his back. His right arm covered his eyes and his chest rose slowly.

Pausing what he was doing, Lewis walked up to the bed and pulled on y/n arms, causing a whine to escape y/n's throat.

"Nope, come on, love," Lewis hummed as he pulled y/n up so he was sitting up on the bed. His eyes remained closed and his posture was bent like a candy cane as he swayed, threatening to fall back onto the bed again. "You can't sleep in this beautiful suit, you need to change out of it," Lewis's voice was soft as he started to help y/n out of his red suit.

As the jacket started to slide off his arms, y/n opened his eyes and looked up at Lewis, which wasn't a common thing for him, seeing as he was taller than Lewis despite being younger.

"Hmm," y/n hummed as he started to help Lewis slowly take off his suit. Soon enough, y/n was sitting on the edge of the bed in his pajamas, which consisted of a comedic t-shirt with Lewis's face all over it and a pair of sweatshorts.

Lewis walked into the bathroom, but came back just as quick. He held something in his hand, something small but held years of history. He gestured for y/n to hand him his left hand.

"Here you go, Mr. Hamilton," Lewis chuckled as he slid on the ring onto y/n's left ring finger. It was a simple band―gold with small diamonds littered about, but the inside had their wedding date engraved, along with LH. Lewis slid on his own ring, which was similar to y/n's, but his was silver and had Y/I on the inside instead.

"Thank you, Mr. L/n," y/n hummed and he pulled Lewis down into a kiss, a soft and loving one that had both of them sighing.

Their fingers were heavy with their rings, heavy with responsibility and love.

Before they went to sleep that night, they faced each other in bed. Lewis's eyes traveled over y/n's face. He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, the time blinking back at him in red.

12:00.

"Happy anniversary, lover," Lewis hummed and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on y/n's mouth.

"Happy anniversary, Lew."

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lewishamilton happy 3 years, lover.

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📌 pinned comment! youruser easiest yes i've ever said. happy three years ❤️ ⤷ lewishamilton i love you, mr. hamilton. ⤷ yourusername i love you more, mr. l/n.

charles_leclerc so proud of you two! worst secret i've ever had to keep, glad you trusted me with it for the past 3 years ❤️ ⤷ lewishamilton glad we could trust you with it, charles.

usertwentyone WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

usertwentytwo WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHATS IS FINNA PLAY WOAHHHH HELLO WHATS GOING ON

usertwentythree HWUAHFOAISJEFOIAJSF WHATISHOFIJ MY GOAT IS GAY ????/??????????///????????

georgerussell glad nobody in the comments overreacted...so proud of you two! we miss you in the mercedes garage, y/n 💔 ⤷ yourusername might have to pay toto wolff a little visit...miss you guys as well. thank you so much, george ❤️ ⤷ lewishamilton moving past that...thank you much george.

scuderiaferrari our royal wedding 🥺🥺 ⤷ yourusername love you so much ferrari admin ❤️

usertwentyfour I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO RESPOND TO THIS WHAT IS GOING ON GUYS IS IT APRIL FOOLS TOGAY IM SO CUFING CONFUSED HELP ⤷ usertwentyfive GIRL IM WITH YOU WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

usertwentysix OAIWEJOAFNCSDKCN LEWIS FUCKIG HAMILTON IS FUCKING Y/N L/N ⤷ yourusername who said that? ⤷ lewishamilton babe. ⤷ usertwentysix WHAT THE FUCKIS MY FUCKING LIFE

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yourusername this may come as a shock to some of you, but i am a married man (and have been for 3 years)! 5 years ago, i met lewis hamilton at the silverstone grandprix, and fell in love. 2 years later, he asked me to marry him, and here we are 3 years later sharing it with the world.

we were hesitant to share our love at first, seeing as formula 1 is a very toxic masculinity fueled sport, but we're tired of hiding our wedding rings and not being able to talk about each other in interviews.

happy three years, mr. l/n. here's to many more 🥂!!

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📌 pinned comment! lewishamilton it was love at first sight, love. ⤷ yourusername ah you make me blush, lover man.

charles_leclerc ferrari signed two hamilton's this year. love having you in the garage, y/n! you two are too cute for me to handle. ⤷ yourusername omfg charles i love you so much. you are so cute, my little child. ⤷ charles_leclerc child????? ⤷ yourusername surprise you're my child now

usertwentyseven HOLY FUCKING SHIT I LOVE YOU TWO SO MUCH YOU'RE A SUCH A BIG INSPIRATION WOWWW THE 7 TIME WDC GOAT IS GAY CUT THE CHECK REPUBLICANS ⤷ usertwentyeight CUT! THE! FUCKING! CHECK!

usertwentynine WOWWWWWWW THIS WAS NOT ON MY 2025 BINGO CARDDD

georgerussell insanely proud of you two (like i said before)! love the both of you two papa y papa ⤷ yourusername you had to make it weird. thank you george, we love you too.

scuderiaferrari does this mean 'f1 movie actor & lewis hamilton's partner' is your new title to skysports 🙏🙏🙏 ⤷ yourusername add in 'ferrari's biggest fan' and then yes

a/n: hope you guys liked this, cause i loved making it!!!

tags: @milessunflowers @lokisen @kevinlolwife @op-81-lvr-reblogs @kazanskied @481rosier @raizelchrysanderoctavius @mountainshuman

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍', 𝐌𝐀...❞

wc: 748. anon. not proofread. this ended up being a cut little post of reader dealing with the troubles of motherhood and what a coincidence. HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!

your long-term boyfriend suguru enters your apartment to find it a mess. toys scattered all over the floor of the living room and hallway. the kitchen looked liked like a food war zone. flour and other residue he did not want to know.

and there you were, head in your hands and it looked like...you were crying?

"baby...?", he calls out softly walking towards you. you looked up with watery and puffy eyes.

"shit!", you inhaled sharply and plastered a fake smile on your face, frantically wiping your tears. "you didn't tell me you were coming. h-how was your day?"

"let's not focus on me. what's wrong?", he asked, brows creased in concern as he sat down next to you, placing a reassuring hand on your thigh. you look away embarrassed. "you can tell me anything, love. i'm here for you always", he gently tilts your head to look at him and the tears fall again. he pulls you in, crying on his chest, your fisting his shirt causing wrinkles but he doesn't care. "it's okay, baby. let it out...let it all out", he soothes your back as you sob endlessly into his shirt.

your there in his embrace for what felt like hours, your sobs getting quieter and your breathing getting more steady. you sniffle a couple of times and he kisses the top of your head. you get off of him and breathe in. he wipes a tear off your cheek and you melt into his touch.

"no one told me being a mother was so hard. my own kid practically hates me!", his brows crease at this. your not looking at him. it's easier this way.

"he doesn't hate you..."

"he won't eat the food i give him. he doesn't wanna clean up after himself once he's done playing and he just doesn't listen to me... he told me he hated me...", you feel the familiar sting in your eyes and your throat getting dry making it hard to swallow. "where did i go wrong?", your voice cracks and you let out a breathe.

"there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, sweetie. you're doing the best that you can for your son, and that's one of the things i love most about you. you could've left him and struggled for yourself, but because of your endless love for him, you took care of him. not because you were forced to...but because you wanted to", he offers a kind smile your way. "motherhood isn't easy really, but your love for you little boy makes it more easier...more bearable. he's only 5. he doesn't really understand what your going through, but he definitely holds more love than you know for you. the only person who truly cares for you", he presses a soft kiss on your lips and you feel your heart constrict.

at the corner of your eye, you see your son peeking 'round the corner. you spot him and he appears to have a guilty expression. suguru turns around and spots him too. "i'm gonna go help with the mess in the kitchen", he excuses himself and once he's out, your five year old walks up shyly towards you not making eye contact, holding something behind his back.

"mommy...", he calls in a small voice.

"yes, sweetie", you say with so much love and he purses his lips together.

he hands you whatever he had behind his back. it's a drawing. a drawing of you and him holding hands and a huge sorry written on the top. it's spelt wrong but you it meant so much. "i'm sorry i made you cry because of me. i don't hate mommy. i love mommy. you're the best mommy in the whole world. i don't want another mommy...", you quickly pull him in for a tight hug, your heart swelling in your chest. you press dozens of kisses on his cheek as he giggles.

"mommy forgives you, baby. but you need to understand that you made me quite upset when you said those words. promise to never say them again", you held out your pinky and he smiled widely at you, his two front teeth missing.

"promise!", he locks his tiny pinky with yours and hugs you. "i love you mommy"

"i love you too baby. more than you know"

your boyfriend suguru's watching the two of you. an unknowing smile etched on his face as he wonders how you'll be woth his kids in the near future...

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[5hio]

FOR THE FMA FANDOM

HELLO IT'S ME, SHIO, AND I HAVE AN UNFINISHED ROYAI LYRICSTUCK. AND I WANT YOU TO SEE IT.

For some context, if you were around in the pandemic you might remember that the pandemic was my Royai brainrot era. I unleashed my creativity and put it all in the FMA fandom, specially Royai.

I was in Discord servers, I read a lot of fanfic, I created a playlist, etc. Normal things to do when you're in a fandom. But you know, life, I moved on... I think many of us did, and I found myself these days remembering that time, five years ago... And that's how I found something.

In that "phase" I started A ROYAI/FMA ANIMATIC... kinda, it is more like a set of drawings accompanying the lyrics of a song. That song being "Like Gold", by Vance Joy. I REALLY MEANT TO FINISH IT, because it was looking very nice, but I didn't have the stamina to do it, so I left it as-is, hoping to finish it some day.

Today I really asked myself if this is the time to do it, and I realized... I can't do it alone. I'm not the same person as I was 5 years ago, I don't find it in me to be as passionated about a fandom as I used to anymore. That's why I want to show you what I already have, to get it out of my system and for you guys to enjoy it in it's rough state.

(Have in mind I have my own headcanons of how their childhood might have been, and this reflects a lot of that.)

So buckle up! We're going for a ride. Hit play on the song and just scroll slowly. The fun starts in the chorus:

So that's it! What do you think? Would you like to help me finish it? It's ok if you don't, I just want to give this to the world. I thought it'd be kind of selfish of me to not share it only because it's not finished, specially now that I accepted that I won't be finishing it by myself.

I hope you understand why that's the case. If you are an artist and you see potential in this and would like to collaborate, please let me know! That would be the only spark needed to ignate the fandom flame in me (??? (you get it? haha because of Roy lololol)

No but fr, just if you think it'd be fun, I'm open to collaborate just for the fun of it. Otherwise, it's fine if it stays just as it is, I think it holds its own and is very emotional even in its current rough state.

Let me know your thoughts and feelings!! I really miss Royai. I hope you enjoy this, it's made with love :') ♥

[everrinsly]

a/n; i imagine sae like this sometimes, and it makes me very happy

life with sae vibes; body comfort.

more loving on you with sae. fluff. fem!reader. | not proofread.

more reads!

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You didn't mean for him to see.

Truthfully, you didn't even want him to see—

Because beneath the sweetheart smile you put on everyday, there was a hidden layer of discomfort, something hurtful—bordering between the edges of hatred and loathing that enclosed you like a permanent cage.

And it was a dangerous cage that you think not even Sae could pry open.

You were just trying on something new—a soft, silky set you thought would make you feel beautiful, but it was clingy and tight in all the wrong places and only made your insecurities flare. You stood in front of the mirror, tugging desperately at the hem, trying to see yourself the way you wanted to.

But all you saw staring back at you was your pouty face and flabby arms, the skin loose and defiant against the rest of your body; your eyes followed the path down to the little pudge of fat on your stomach and then to the stretch-marked scarred hips and sagging thighs that had way to much of... everything.

But then, you saw him.

Sae, leaning against the doorway, hooded eyes dragging over your figure with slow, simmering heat. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. Once to the right, then another to the left.

Was he seeing what you were seeing?

His voice came out low. He was controlled, but he wasn't even pretending to hide the hunger underneath his skin.

“Turn around.”

Your breath caught, heart thudding between your rib cage. “Sae—”

“Let me see, baby.” It wasn't that soft tone he always used with you. It was a command.

You turned slowly, biting your lip, arms half-wrapped around your waist in a useless attempt to hide what was already visible, what was already bulging below the hem.

He crossed the room in a few steps, and before you could blink, he kneeled—

He kneeled.

—right there. Right in front of you. At your feet.

His hands were warm as they slid up the backs of your thighs, cupping the globes of your ass before shifting them over your hips, and finally resting them gently against your stomach.

You flinched. He noticed. He always does.

“I know that face,” he murmured, voice tight. “Don’t you dare. Don't you fuckin' dare.”

“S-sae, I just… it’s a little tight and I look—”

“Like everything I want,” he rasped, cutting you off, voice dark and soft all at once. Like everything I need. Like everything I could ever need. Like everything I could ever need in this lifetime and more, baby."

He repeated it three times for you because he knew you needed to hear it. He knew you wouldn't believe him if he'd just said it once.

But Sae—

Sae would say it a million times more if it meant keeping a permanent smile on your pretty face.

He looked up at you, eyes soft and tender but shadowed with want.

(It's true. He always wants you).

He leaned in, hands now shifting to paw at your waist. His lips pressed on your lower stomach, all gentle and reverent. Then again, a little higher. And again, lingering longer this time, like he wanted to memorize the way your skin felt on his lips.

His mouth trailed down, not kissing but just touching, as if to feel, to ingrain, to completely root himself in you.

To lose himself in you because that was his favorite place to be.

When his lips reached your hips, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss right on the jut of your hip bone, where your stretch marks clustered like lightning bolts.

Your breath hitched, skin all tingling. “W-Why are you…”

“Because this,” he murmured between kisses, “is mine.”

A kiss to your right thigh. Another to your right. Again, a little higher.

“And this.”

His hands slid around your hips, pulling you just slightly closer, so he could press one slow, lazy kiss just beneath your navel.

“This too.”

A kiss to the spot right beneath your breasts.

You shivered, hands finally lifting to find refuge on his shoulders. “Sae…”

His eyes flicked up to yours, dark and hooded, heat burning beneath his lashes.

“You keep trying to hide the parts of you I want the most.”

He stood slowly, letting his hands trace your sides as he rose, eyes never leaving yours. When he reached your face, he tucked back your hair, cupped your cheek, and leaned in, voice raspy and wicked—

“You don’t get to call yourself ‘too much’ when I’m the one on my fuckin' knees always begging for more.”

And that's how Sae, for all his assertion and dominance on and off the field, held the key to your dangerous cage.

Because Sae fell apart at your very presence. Sae came undone at the mere sight of you. And all Sae ever wanted was more of you. Always more.

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Literally had enough courage to ask this(if you can make this) Can you do self-aware Gigi?

Of course!! Sorry that I don't know Gigi too well. Haven't been fortunate enough to play her or consume too much content about her personality outside of her being greedy lol.

Part of Her Collection

Yandere!Self-Aware!Gigi x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors

--☆☆☆--

Gigi wanted to hear you say more.

So they can hear a Player now? Well, that's neat!

What kinda things do Players have anyway? She wants them.

You probably have cool things. Give her your cool things.

She was the first one who tried to talk with you. The others stopped her before she could, not wanting to freak you out.

It annoyed her, but she caved. She could see why it wasn't a good idea to freak you out and make you leave.

How else would she learn what things you had or how to get them for herself?

For now, though, she would just work on figuring out how the best way to get to get your things.

...What? Why would she care about you yourself? So what if she can hear you? She doesn't care as much as the others do.

She just wants your things for her collection.

...right?

--☆☆☆--

Gigi wants your cat.

What? She's never had a pet. Plus, your cat seems like a very affectionate cat who won't be annoying. She wants it for her collection!

Eh? Your cat can be really loud? Nevermind, she doesn't want it anymore.

But she hears exactly how you talk to your cat, your voice brimming with love and joy. You talk with more love than you talk to any of them. Especially her.

She wants you to talk to her like that. Not because she loves you, no.

She just never had someone talk to her like that. And if you're able to do it, she wants you to try it with her.

She doesn't need something to be physical to collect it, even if it's easier. She wants to collect your voice, though.

C'mon... give it to her.

--☆☆☆--

Gigi didn't like how everyone else was starting to want you too.

Sure, she wasn't the first Toon you got, nor was she your favorite Toon. But she was the first one to decide she wanted your voice!

Especially Dandy. And Dandy had no right to be super possessive of you! You couldn't even play as him!

However, you could- and did- play as her. So, naturally, that meant she had more ownership over you than the others.

...

She got annoyed when the others would point out you could play as them too, or how you played as some of them more.

She liked you, she wanted your voice, so they could all just shut up and deal with the fact your voice was going to be hers.

...Though she may be willing to share some of your voice with Connie and Flutter.

Anyways, even if they liked you, she knew they wouldn't horde you. Hell, they'd probably be able to relent if she horded you and your voice.

And she deserved you and your voice. She decided she wanted you and your voice first, so obviously she got that first.

You snooze, you lose. Everyone snoozed, and everyone except her lost.

They need to just accept you were going to be hers.

She never had a voice in her collection, after all. She wanted you to be her first.

--☆☆☆--

Gigi was confused when she started wanting to... share her collection?

Not with any of the others, absolutely not! But with... you.

She wants to share her collection with you.

But only you. Not anyone else.

She wanted to give you things so you liked her the most, snatch away other's scarves and little clothing pieces to weave into something she could wrap around you and show everyone that you were hers first.

She wanted to give you so many things you felt almost in depth as you tried to give her some gifts in return. She wanted to guilt you when you gave her nothing, trying to get you to consistently give her things like how she gave you things.

She wanted to trap you into a cycle where you could never leave her.

She wanted you to be hers. Completely and entirely hers.

Maybe if she felt generous on occasion, she'd let the others see you. Maybe even let Connie and Flutter have you for a day every once in awhile.

But other than that?

She wanted you as a permanent part of her collection.

[astraldelights]

Brat! 🪖

Synopsis: You start acting like a brat and Ben knows exactly how to put you into your place.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Content warnings: SMUT (18+), P in V, Spanking, Brat Taming, Unprotected Sex ( Ben doesn't believe in condoms), Glasses get thrown onto the ground :(, Soldier Boy being an ass.

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“Hey sweetheart.”He exhaled after taking a drag of his lucky joint. The smell of weed was strong in the air, his legs spread wide clearly wanting to let you know how big it was. You rolled your eyes in response and tried to ignore his irritating presence. 

The only reason you had stayed back was because Butcher stuck you on babysitting duty. In his own words, “ Love, you would get squished like a bug if you went with us.” 

Even after insisting on tagging along on their field mission, you were met with a hard no. You didn't disagree completely but just wanted to avoid dealing with Soldier Boy’s outdated notion about women and politics. 

You had been with Butcher and his gang for a few months. You mostly helped out with research and handling retrieval of sensitive digital information from certain companies. Working behind the scenes meant that you were not physically built for any of the missions which usually involved combat. MM and Frenchie had been kind enough to train you in the basics of self defence and hand to hand combat. Teaching you how to use a handgun as well, in case shit got real, and with Butcher’s baggage it always did.

“Hey princess, you know playing hard to get only makes me want you more.” He said with a deep grin on his face. It was clear his high could get to him, considering the copious amount of weed he had already smoked through. You didn't mind the weed, but the only thing that ruined your high was him sitting beside you. Opening your laptop, you started to try and do your own work.

While you didn’t like Soldier Boy, you couldn't deny that he was very attractive. His dick-swinging, cocky attitude had to come from somewhere. He knew he was hot and you hated it. The first time you met him you had to act like you weren't completely ogling him through the body cams Butcher and crew had on them after breaking into the Russian lab. He was shown in all his glory, with his beard grown and body still in perfect shape. Before you could continue watching, the cameras seemed to go off after he let out that nuclear blast from his chest. Being around him was an internal battle everyday, trying to not look him directly in the face to avoid having to confront your confusing feelings towards him. 

But even that wasn’t enough.

While you were a bit of a homebody and preferred to wear comfortable clothes, you did like to dress up once in a while. And when Soldier Boy saw you in a mini-skirt for the first time, his perverted comments started. “Woah where have you been hiding?” “Is that what women are wearing nowadays? You look like a hooker. Not that I’m complaining” 

The rational part of you hated being objectified under his gaze, and the other part rubbed your thighs together every time he said something with his deep baritone voice. Everytime he spoke, its deepness sent a shiver down your spine. 

Your current predicament, however, did not allow you to avoid his presence. With every other room having horrible connection, that only left the room that Soldier Boy currently occupied. 

“You know, you would look way prettier if you got rid of those glasses.” Your eyebrow twitched in anger. “I actually need these glasses. Not everyone got a dose of compound V to allow them perfect vision for the rest of their lives” You tried turning away from him, only having limited space as his manspreading took up half the tiny couch you were situated on. “Also could you PLEASE close your legs? I’m sure you don't need that much space for what's in between your legs.” You huffed out, clearly frustrated with his macho manspread he had used to take up space on the couch.

“How about you stop acting like a fucking brat.” He grumbled. Ben was sick and tired of your attitude. Your lingering stares on his face followed by quick turns away. Always coming out in shabby outfits after giving him a taste of what you looked like underneath all that fabric. You were a tease, and he was at his limit. Using his strength he manhandled you right over his thigh, computer thrown onto the ground.

“What are you-” Smack!

Ben’s hand landed straight onto your behind, leaving a stinging sensation. “If you want to act like a brat, I’m going to treat you like one. If I have to smack some manners into you I will.”

You squirm on his lap but can’t seem to get out of his supe-enhanced strength as he holds you down with one palm on your back. Smack! Another hit lands

“Stay fucking still. I want to hear you count each time I hit this pretty little ass. If I can’t hear you we start from 0, got it?” You nodded, with tears already threatening to spill from the previous two hits. 

As his hand repeatedly came down onto your tender behind, you managed to whimper out each count until you reached the number 10. Tears streaming down your face, your glasses knocked off from the force of his hits. You looked up to Ben as his hand wiped away the tears. The hand which was holding you down for punishment, now tenderly cradling your cheek.

“Now ain’t that a beautiful sight, you gonna be good for me now?” You nodded, eager to please him or save yourself from further punishment. You weren’t sure. His hands moved to slip down your shorts, cradling your ass in his palm. You felt him rub his hand against your ass, feeling you through your soaked panties.

“You actually got wet from this? You kinky slut.” He grinned at the effect he had on you. Ben knew he turned you on no matter how much you acted like you hated him. Lifting you again he set you to straddle his thigh. You stay still waiting for his next instruction, not wanting to anger him with your insubordination. 

“See! I was right you look way fucking better without those glasses, and much hotter when your looking at me with those fuck-me eyes.” Ben was brimming with confidence and pride, disciplining you seemed to stroke his ego in a special way. Using his hands, he guided your hips to start grinding on his thigh. The friction between his thigh and your panties rubbing against your clit was heaven. The more you rubbed the closer you got. Hiding your face in his shoulders while gripping his chest tightly, he knew you were getting close. Ben started to bounce his thigh and wrangled you out of hiding in his neck.

“No hiding, I want to see your face when I make you cum.” As the grinding continued, you couldn’t hold back the whimpers which were heavenly to Ben’s ears. After so long he finally got to hear your voice in a pleasant way instead of bitching at him to clean up the common space. God he loved putting you into your place, which as you would find out is beneath him while he fucks the brains out of you.

Reaching your climax, you felt your cum leak onto Ben’s thigh. Breathing unsteady, you tried to catch yourself from falling but Ben already had that covered. He laid you down onto the couch, slipping off your panties in the process while he undressed as well. Taking off his shirt, you saw all the natural muscle his body had retained even after all those years of experimentation. Skin still perfect and body perfectly ripped. Exactly how it looked on the cameras. Even better up close. As his shorts came down, you saw the size of the monster he kept in his pants. There was a good reason why women kept ‘falling’ straight into his bed, and you just saw it. 

Your legs hooked around his hips, his tip touching your entrance as he slowly slid into you. The way he filled you up made your legs tighten around him and your toes curl. 

“Oh my- nghh” You heard his chuckle reverberate through both of your bodies. 

“I just put it in and you're already cockdrunk. What a Grade-A slut.” You didn't argue back, you were too busy trying to get used to the size of his dick splitting you apart from within.  Placing your arms onto his back, you slowly tried to roll your hips against him. Desperate for some friction that he wasn't giving you.

“Tsk tsk tsk, I'm not giving you anything until I hear you beg for it” He chided your weak attempt to fuck yourself on him. 

“Soldier Boy, can you please just move?” You whined. He gave you a slow roll but stopped again.

“Call me Ben, and I want to hear you beg properly.” Ben growled, he felt you clenched on his dick in response to his commands. While you would never admit it willingly, you loved letting him boss you around and this was no exception.

“Ben can you please fuck me hard now- eep!” As soon as you completed your sentence he started thrusting in and out, unable to hold himself back any longer. Drawing himself back out, he sank back in slowly before resuming his movements, coaxing the most erotic sounds out of your mouth.

“F-fuck your tight. We gotta work on breaking in your pussy properly.” You whimpered. This was already too much for you, unsure of how much more you could hold on. He continued punishing your hole with his cock, watching it go in and out covered in both of your fluids. 

Your moans filled up the room, unable to hide any of your sounds as you were too focused on the man currently on top of you. All your little sounds and moans were heavenly to Ben's ears.

“That's it baby, just let me fuck all your thoughts out.” His balls smacked against your ass while you let him fuck you stupid, a little drop of drool escaping your open mouth. Holding your jaw tight, he kept it open as he spit straight into your mouth. You waited as he watched you hold his spit obediently.

“Good girl. Swallow.” You closed your mouth and swallowed it down as he instructed. Ben nodded as a sign of his approval as he moved his hand down to your throat, applying steady pressure and restricting your airflow. 

Your breaths got shorter as he continued to choke you. You feel the pleasure that has been building up as you start to reach its peak. You weren't sure if it was the lack of air or just the feeling of his hand around your throat, but at that point you didn't care. Locking your legs together behind him, you pushed him in deeper as you squirted onto his dick. Your cum, now all over his dick and his abs. 

Feeling you clench intensely around his dick, Ben's thrusts seemed to stutter a bit but continued its relentless abuse. His tip continually bullying your cervix, Ben was sure you weren't going to be walking tomorrow. 

“Did you just squirt on me? Fuck that was hot, I'm making sure you do that again”  You whined in response, shaking your head. You were already overstimulated from cumming twice and were sure you weren't able to give him anymore.

“You're so fucking cute. But nobody says no to me.” He moved his hand down to your clit. Rubbing it while his dick abused your cunt, hitting all the right spots inside of you. It was too much, you were too sensitive and couldn't hold yourself from cumming a third time. Your intense orgasm seemed to pull Ben over there edge as well, causing him to release deep inside you. 

“I can't hold it back anymore so fucking take it.” He grunted, painting your walls white with his cum while continuing to fucking it into you. Eventually he began to slow down and slowly pulled himself out.

Ben watched as your hold winked at him after he pulled out, leaking his cum that he shot into you. Swiping up his cum from your thighs, he pushed it back into your hole with two fingers, making sure it didn't escape. You whimpered at the feeling but was too weak to fight it. 

As he sat back up, he started smoking the joint he previously abandoned. You felt your body being shifted up and onto his lap. You curled up against him and buried your head into his neck, too exhausted and seeked his touch after such an intense session. 

“Next time keep the glasses on. I want to see it covered in my cum.”

-

A/N: He's kinda mean in this one but he's soldier boy so....

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[universefcb]

hey! Can you make one which reader and Pedria are arguing because Pedri is jealous, like they really fight but them they get all fluffy

ROLLERCOASTER, PEDRI GONZALEZ.

→ Summary: You fight because of his jealousy..

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Fluff/angusty. Obsession.

→ Author's note: I love him.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The door to the room slammed shut. It wasn't an accident.

She turned back, startled, meeting Pedri's heavy gaze. He was standing, the key still in his hand, his jaw clenched.

“Are you okay?” she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral.

“Who is he?” he asked directly, without beating around the bush.

"What?"

“The guy who had his hand on your waist at dinner tonight. The same guy who texted you last night.”

She closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. She knew exactly who he was talking about. And she knew where this was going.

“Are you jealous of Rafa?”

“I'm jealous of the guy who is clearly hitting on you and you pretend not to see it.”

“Don't pretend anything. I just don't see the world the way you do.”

“Oh no? Because everyone at that table saw it. Only you were too busy laughing at his jokes.”

“Because I was trying to be polite! I don’t even like him like that! Why do you always have to create drama?”

Pedri paced around the room, restless. He glanced around as if he were looking for something to hold on to, something that would help him not explode.

“I’m not making anything up. I’m just saying it hurts to see you opening up to another guy like I’m not there. Like he can make you laugh more than I can.”

She felt the pain beneath the surface. It wasn't just anger—it was insecurity, pure and raw.

“I never meant to hurt you. But you’re projecting things that aren’t there. I’m not with him. I’m with you.”

“But for how long?” he asked, his voice breaking at the end.

That hurt. It hurt because it felt fragile. Like he didn’t trust that what they had was real enough to withstand a conversation with another man.

“Do you really think I’m going to leave you for someone I barely know? What kind of person do you think I am?”

He sat on the couch, covering his face with his hands. He didn't answer. He just took deep breaths, trying to compose himself. She stood for a moment, unsure whether to leave or sit next to him. In the end, she chose to stay.

“I’m not perfect, Pedri. But I choose you every day. And if that’s not enough, maybe we need to think about what we’re doing here.”

He took his hands from his face and looked at her. His eyes were red, but not from crying—from wounded pride.

“I don’t want to think about it. I’m just… afraid of losing you. I’ve never cared about anyone like this before.”

She sat down slowly, without touching him yet.

“Being afraid is normal. But you can’t let fear turn you into a person who distrusts everything. Otherwise, you’ll end up pushing away the very people you want to be around.”

He looked at her more calmly. The anger seemed to have turned to regret.

“I was an asshole.”

"He was."

“And you’re still here.”

She gave a half smile.

“Because I’m stubborn. And because I love you, even when you act like a possessive jerk.”

Pedri approached, hesitantly, and rested his forehead against hers. His eyes were softer now, his features relaxed.

“I promise to try to be less of an idiot.”

“I promise nothing,” she replied, with a teasing smile.

They laughed together, finally. And he pulled her into a tight hug, as if silently apologizing. They stayed like that for long minutes, breathing in the same rhythm, feeling the warmth of a new beginning.

In that room full of tension now dissolved, Pedri understood that loving also meant learning to trust. And she understood that sometimes the other person's fear just needed a little more patience.

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[leupagus]

So I've noticed a trend in the Pitt fandom

And it is not a trend unique to the Pitt by any means, let me be clear! But it is a tiring trend, and one I'd like to see a bit less of, because as someone who's been in fandom spaces for over thirty years, I can attest that such trends can make your fandom experience really, really unpleasant.

It is the trend of the Condemnatory Vaguepost:

Like this one.

The Condemnatory Vaguepost is a post which points out perceived shortcomings in some amorphous "you" or "they" within the fandom while the OP mocks/belittles/otherwise insults (note the "y'all truly amuse me" and "trying to be Woke" and "control yourself a bit please" comments) from a place of presumed moral superiority. A moral superiority which, it has to be pointed out, is never proven or even alluded to. We are supposed to take OP's moral superiority as read because they have identified a "bad thing" that people are doing.

And guys, I've got a recommendation: instead of engaging with people or work that inspires posts like this? Just block them.

Block the people who have takes that annoy you. Block the people who make snide comments about the headcanons you treasure. Block the people who make headcanons you find annoying or problematic or just plain gross. Block me, if this post pisses you off! Block anyone who makes you clench your teeth as you scroll past their posts. You do not need them in your life; you should not want them in your fandom.

"But Gus, decrepit fandom elder," I hear you cry, "what if these people who annoy me have subsequent Content that I cannot then access? "

I have good news for you on that front! They won't. They may well offer valuable contributions to the fandom as a whole, but here's the thing: if you're willing to write a whole post about how these kingdon shippers/robby apologists/etc are stupid/bigoted/etc, then you personally will be annoyed by them even if they make a really great fancam or art or fic or meta, and that will drain all the enjoyment out of whatever it is they contribute. And if you think, "No, I could get over that," then perhaps rethink the value in making these kinds of condemnatory vagueposts at all.

"But Gus, nefarious fandom crone," I hear you cry, "how then can I hope to change the hearts of minds of those I think are doing Bad Things and thinking Bad Thoughts about the characters on The Pitt?"

I have bad news for you on that front! You can't. You will never — and I mean never — win anyone over, or inspire them to change their minds with this kind of behavior. A mel/frank shipper who reads the quoted post is not going to feel shame and remorse for that fic they kudosed last night that made Abby out to be some sort of suffering saint who was relieved to be rid of Frank, only for Mel to fix him with her magic vagina. That mel/frank shipper is instead going to be mad, and hurt, and not for one second think that OP meant to do anything but anger and hurt them. (Which, as far as I can see, is a perfectly justifiable reading.)

And let us be honest with ourselves: the purpose of these posts isn't to change minds. It's to get a little zing of pleasure from telling other people they've done something bad. It's the tattletale impulse we all have, to either appeal to a higher authority and get someone in "trouble" or to simply gloat over our own purity of mind/spirit/body. I've been watching a lot of "Cadfael" lately, and let me tell you, Brother Jerome is within us all.

I don't know that this trend is getting worse — it's been rife in every fandom I've been in, and as I said above, I've been guilty of it myself. (In fact you could argue that I'm still guilty of it, by making this post. Certainly I've lived long enough to look back with shame and regret for a LOT of my behavior, spanning multiple fandoms. My moral superiority here is located somewhere in the Mariana Trench.) But it is startlingly strident considering that this is a new fandom, without any previous franchise (unless you count ER) and which has brought together a huge variety of old fans, new fans, young fans and returning fans. We haven't had the years or decades needed to establish the sort of unspoken rules of what is Just Not Done within the fandom yet. So it's honestly bewildering to see so many different ideas and opinions and preferences being expressed, side-by-side with posts about how those ideas and opinions and preferences are obviously in violation of some standard.

And all of it, all of it, is happening because we watched a TV show about hot doctors and we wanted to talk to someone else about it. That's all a fandom really is — a group of people coming together to discuss a shared interest. And a pretty nerdy one at that.

Tl;dr — we're all at the devil's sacrament, maybe we don't have to point fingers quite so gleefully.

[youwannadance]

i can't stop thinking about Lou's interview. so many of the things he said keep me up at night. so i'm gonna take you for a ride in my little clown car under the cut. that being said, i still think interviews don't matter that much. what matters is what's on the screen and it's obvious where that is going....now let's go 🤡

what backstory? like at the very least we're gonna learn more about Tommy next season, but i'm expecting something next episode too. right now, i expect the last scene of next episode be all of them talking about Bobby, sharing what he meant to them (not too sure how much of it we'd see tho) with Bobby's ghost watching them and smiling, which i'm getting from a bts picture that absolutely doesn't need to mean that and an interview that could've been just Lou yapping

this just has me all 👀

then we have all of the talk about love. which.......i'm clowning okay? was Lou told "act like you're watching the love of your life"? is that his own interpretation of what's going on between them? (in that case - it's still interesting. because the last time they had a conversation, it was interrupted by the military. and it was a simple "i'm doing it for you too", not "you're the love of my life" kind of thing. would he call buck the love of tommy's life based on that? 🤔) or are we about to have something that's gonna kill us the next episode?

*insert a screenshot of him calling them soulmates that got lost somewhere 😂*

also - just remembered that Buck said something similar imo - brought up marriage and called his relationship with Tommy the most transformative relationship of his life. just putting that out there, idek where i'm going with that 😂

then we have this. the long pause before he says "Katey", during that, her smile grows bigger and bigger. and then his smirk when he says "from when i watched, i mean, there's - you don't just get rid of a spark" (something along those lines). i find his body language during this moment fascinating. i'm reading it as "Katey, i'd love to yap about all of it and give you all of the answers because i know you'll like it, but i just CAN'T DO THAT". but what do i know? 🤷🏻‍♀️

besides of "something that's true", we also have the whole highlighted quote here, which again, has me all 👀 being vulnerable? COMMITTING you say?

POST FUNERAL you say? we all thought (or like from what i've seen) the funeral would be at the beginning of the episode, but it was at the end. which completely changes the meaning of this. is he telling us that he's in the last episode? and all of what he said is going to happen then, in some form? nevertheless, it's very interesting....👀. i'm not even sure Tim knows what he wants the next season to look like, so all of this needs to happen in the next episode. i don't think it needs to be 30 minutes long scene, but i think at least some of it has a chance of happening. i'm too scared to speculate on how the reconciliation is going to look like, but i think Tommy could open up about how much Bobby has meant to him to Buck. at least a little bit.

then we have this lol. again, does it scream "i can't talk about all of it right now" to someone else, or am i reading too much into it again?

and the interview ends with Lou saying that we'll like what we're going to see in the next episodes. i'm not sure about this like at all, but doesn't he only know about scenes he's a part of? well if that is the case, then he was last seen in the funeral episode 🤷🏻‍♀️ nothing much to "like" there, is it? AND, i think he knows people are excited about BuckTommy. so like, is he trying to give a hint of what's about to happen? 👀 is he talking about the show in general, because he loves to be a part of it? 👀 nevertheless, what i take away from that is that it ends in a good way, either for Tommy or for all of them (i mean, either he's talking about Tommy or the whole show - i mean there's gonna be plenty good things happening next episode 🤷🏻‍♀️). and again - the last time we saw him was at the funeral...

but now i'm done yapping lol. i went all out with this 🤣. i could, and mostly likely am, at least in some parts, be wrong.🤷🏻‍♀️ i'm trying to maintain my reputation of the biggest clown to ever clown anyways.

[maxdibert]

there are two lines about Mary in the books we don't know if she is a muggle-born or a half-b lood

I don't know i thin that girl who is inventing lies about me and befriending bullies and harassers just for hating on me that @mrstellmeafuckingsecret doesn't agree with you. And if she thinks different then you're wrong because she's the only who can have hc in that fandom. Their hc are the only only only one valid. If you don't se a character the same way as her and her little minion @vulcajes then you're a racist.

Hey, but you all spend your time talking about Nazi characters, about fascism, trivializing the REAL political terror caused by fascist dictatorships and the Nazi movement just so you can hate on fictional characters, and you don’t care. You also spend your days justifying rich, WHITE, abusive brats, but apparently we’re the racists. I mean, if you imagine a character who’s not described in the books as white, that’s totally fine. But if someone else imagines James Potter, canonically white, canonically rich, canonically someone who stripped people naked in public, canonically violent and abusive, as problematic? Nah, that’s unacceptable. You’ve officially won the progressive jackpot!

Hey, imagining irrelevant characters as white? Racism! The worst! Let’s burn that person at the stake! But defending and justifying an abusive, aristocratic, WHITE brat whose main abuse target was a working-class kid with ETHNIC FEATURES, much poorer and from an abusive family? That’s totally fine! He’s the icon of the wizarding world! Y’all are real social justice warriors, huh?

What I tried yesterday was meant as satire, I thought you’d react to a different kind of headcanon, I didn’t expect you to be this twisted about it. I think you’re just way too young and still think you can use the race card to validate your hatred or to destroy someone. Two things for you:

1) For someone to be racist, they need to do racist things. Imagining a character—who has been represented as white for decades and was white back when y’all still had baby teeth—as white, is not racism.

2) Your little Tumblr community, with its four diehard followers, is not the whole internet. It’s not even the whole Marauders fandom. You don’t represent any majority. You represent yourselves and your four internet friends who go along with your nonsense. Honestly, it’s sad that just because you read and consume the same ten fandom blogs all the time, you think that echo chamber reflects global reality. Like, self-importance is one thing, but you’re seriously overdoing it.

3) Just because I use certain tags @vulcajes doesn’t mean I’m going into those tags. I use tags related to characters I’m talking about or who come up in questions. I’ve used “Harry Potter” a thousand times and never looked at the main tag. I’ve used “Ginny Weasley” a thousand times and never went into her main tag. I know you’re desperate to paint me as the monster under your bed because it’s always annoyed you that I call out your cognitive dissonance—thinking you’re a social justice warrior while defending abusive characters—but that’s not my problem. However you imagine a character who isn’t even relevant to Lily Evans herself (who name-drops her constantly) is totally irrelevant to me. I have no reason to know, because unlike you, I’m not stalking anyone. I only respond when you say something about Snape, that is a tag I do check, and that’s how your posts come up, sweetheart. Keep up.

4) You should know that accusing someone of certain crimes (like offenses against protected groups) and spreading false rumors (as I’ve seen you all doing) is illegal. Saying Mary McDonald is white is not a crime. But believing whatever crap you hear about me just because you need to paint me as the villain, and then reblogging and spreading that crap, is a crime. It’s called defamation, by the way. And it’s reportable to Tumblr. You have zero evidence to back up your conspiracy theories. Meanwhile, I’m calmly collecting receipts and will be reporting you all for harassment as many times as it takes. Not just you either, your little circle of friendly accounts too. And anyone else inventing things. It’s all good.

5) I’m not racist, but you are hypocrites. And when I say “you,” I mean you, your friends, and the echo chamber you live in. You’ve launched an entire hate campaign, full of slander and lies, against me just because I imagine a character—who has been headcanoned the same way for TWENTY YEARS—differently than you do. Like, people were writing fanfics with Mary McDonald as a white girl before you were even born. I was 16, reading Marauders fanfics back then, and she was white in pretty much every one. It’s not my fault there are generational or cultural gaps, but it is your fault for not being able to look beyond your own navels.

It’s absolutely pathetic that you’re going this far, throwing around defamatory nonsense, just because someone disagrees with you. You know what it’s called when you try to silence someone, destroy their reputation, and spread lies just because they don’t think like you? Totalitarian methods. These are the same methods used in authoritarian regimes, including fascist ones—which you love to mention but clearly don’t understand at all. I’d be ashamed to accuse someone of racism without proof when you constantly minimize abuse, sexual assault, and bullying. I’d be ashamed to call someone racist when your favorite characters are WHITE CIS-HET MALE CLASSIST ABUSERS. The double standards you live by are honestly embarrassing.

Clearly, you all still have a lot of growing up to do, but that’s not my job. What I do ask is that you stop using insults, lies, and defamation. And if you don’t, that’s fine too. I have nothing to hide, and I haven’t done anything wrong, so I’ll just keep collecting proof (something you can’t do) and report you all to Tumblr as many times as necessary.

Sending my regards and a little kiss to all of you and your friends—you’ve really exposed yourselves as a bunch of hypocrites who only care about social causes when it’s about fictional characters no one even cares about. Everything else? You don’t give a damn. You’re drawing-room revolutionaries. Keep “boycotting” J.K. Rowling from the comfort of your living room while constantly using her character names and boosting her SEO. You’re really ruining her life, huh? Totally dismantling the system. Just a little more and you’ll reach Robespierre.