#why. why would they do that to me hello i cant cope

[mother-jim]

oh my god when gabriel says 'im the only first order archangel in the universe' it cuts to crowley. what the fuck neil what are you implying

[doromoni]

Not Over the Papaya | OP81

⊹ ｡•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader

Genre : Fluff Smau

A/N : womp womp my final uni project is making me crazy and it’s hurting my wallet fr. Anyways, this update took way too long again, are we surprised? No, we are not. Lol Enjoy

Face claim : Jennie Kim

Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.

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Incoming call from xxxx xxx xxx

Pick up or Decline

Pick up

“Hello?”

“You made a mistake choosing him”

“Wow, whose phone is this now, Lando?”

“He cant make you happy. The team will not allow it”

“Yeah whatever”

“Y/N I-“

“don’t care”

end call

call dropped

Y/N.

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Y/N. That boy is mine

tagged @oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri Hi girlfriend🧡

Y/N. Hi boyfriend 🧡

charles_leclerc WE GET IT U LOVE HIM, why do I need to see him this way 😀

Y/N. get used to a cunty Osc.

charles_leclerc NO he’s an innocent baby, ur corrupting him!!

oscarpiastri wtf. alex pls collect charles

danielricciardo why is it spicy 🥹

oscarpiastri not my fault I’m hot, deal with it

Y/N. Preach.

logansargeant I MADE THIS HAPPEN

Y/N. I’ll give credit when it’s due… ok thanks logan hunter sargeant

oscarpiastri Thanks, now leave us alone pls

logansargeant WOW this is the thanks i get????

user1 Oscar made it into the feed!! Lets go

user2 Y/N and Oscar are now OFFICIAL official

user3 Y/N took the hard launch way to hard

user4 the amount of pda and tension in this post alone makes me want to cry. OK IM SINGLE thanks for pointing that out

user5 SLIDE 1 HELLO???!!

user6 ik!! im shooketh

user7 Osc is so in love with Y/N and it shows 🥹

user8 Osc is obsessed. Ugh I’m so single that it hurtssss

user9 Lol as he should, that is THE Y/N L/N

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri against all odds, that girl is mine

tagged @Y/N.

Y/N. Sorry ladies, dibbs! I claim this man🤭

oscarpiastri proudly urs, Luv

nicolepiastri U better not hide Y/N from us, Oscar!

Y/N. Hi Mrs. P 🥺

nicolepiastri hello sweetie! Can’t wait to meet you in person.

oscarpiastri You’ll meet her mom, don’t worry

charles_leclerc So sweet. The two of you are insufferable

oscarpiastri Wow ok. I’m telling grandma u said that.

Y/N. Get off the gram then old man!

user1 OK but why is Osc so hot all of a sudden

oscarpiastri its the girlfriend effect

user1 HI OSC!!

user2 its the Y/N influence~ boi got hotter instantly 🥵

user3 Osc posting Y/N all over his socials!! Flaunt your queen, King.

user4 Brother made sure everyone knew that Y/N is off limits

user5 This is how you treat ur significant other, you dont hide them and treat them like trash. Pls do take notes … Lando im looking at you.

user6 Oscar is spoiling Y/N~ i’m so here for it 😭🫶

user7 Y/N is finally getting the love she needs. Both of them are making efforts for each other, not just Y/N

user8 I’m still obsessed with what Osc did after his win. when will it be my turn huhhh?

user9 I will never let myself forget. My standards are thru the roof!

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mclaren

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mclaren Welcome back to our side of the paddock @Y/N. We missed seeing you in papaya!

Y/N. Just to support my man @oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri 🧡🧡🧡

danielricciardo @Y/N what an honor to be a guest at McLaren 😀 liked by author

Y/N. I know! I’m so happy to be back there 😀 liked by author

mclaren @Y/N MTC comeback soon? 🤔

Y/N. I would be stupid not to come back 🙂‍↕️😀

user1 Lmao who let admin post this? Y/N is clearly there just for Oscar.

user2 Y/N wouldn’t touch them with a ten foot pole, let alone go back 😭

user3 Mclaren ur embarrassing urself here honey.

user4 the obvious pr stunt, when in fact they hate Y/N for Lando’s stupidity

user5 Danny Ric and Y/N on the comments filled with sarcasm, chandler bing would be proud 🤡

user6 not mclaren actually liking the comments 🤡😭

user7 @user6 I like to think that mclaren knew it was sarcasm but they were forced to like it anyway

user8 I like user7’s version so much I’m gagging HAHAHA

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[wannabelife]

telepathy – myg

paring: yoongi x afab reader

genre: smut

warnings: phone sex, fingering, handjob, descriptive, multiple orgasms, dirty talk

a/n: i missed yoongi on stage so muuuch!! like wdym tour ended?? :((( did u all watch the final?? also, i cant believe he's already leaving :((((( here's a lil something to help us cope :)

and there you are again, screen in front of you while agust d performs live but far away from you. you dont really know why you summit yourself to this. you could just ignore it and go to bed, but you can't.

since tour, yoongi and you can not always call each other, because of schedule, work but especially timezones. being away for quite some time just makes you a bit more needy than usual. also, the way he's sweating on stage, hip thrusting to nothing, growling, and working his hands on the guitar doesn't help at all.

you decide to shut the computer screen since this lack of attention is getting you frustrated. there's nothing more you can do.

a hour fly by of you trying to sleep, but your mind just can't seem to leave you alone today. you turn around on the bed to light the lamp on your nightstand as you grab your phone, checking the time, it is already past midnight. you know yoongi's concert had already finished around this time. you stare at your phone contemplating if you should call him or not.

maybe you should, whats the real bad in that? at least, you could try. you disk the numbers and wait for an answer on speaker.

"hello" yoongi's voice echoes in the room, sounding lower and raspier than usual because of all the singing and shouting on stage. you cant put a finger on it but at the moment it hits your ears, you feel your stomach tingles.

"hi, its me" you reply hating that you sound weak.

"i know its you" he let out a giggle and you can sense he's smiling "how are you?"

"im fine, what about you? was the show tiring today? you looked excited"

"i dont really feel it since im just happy to be on stage" you nod at his words even tho he cant really see you. after a small time of silence, he adds "were you watching?"

"what? your show? of course i was"

"what do you think?"

"what do you mean what i think?" you laugh a little because why would it matter "i like it... i like it a lot... its quite frustrating tho, just watching, not able to act— hm, act on... i mean, its nice, i like it a lot"

you can hear him laughing out loud on the other side while you just want to hang up on him and ignore everything. why would you ramble and stutter like that? there's no real reason for it.

"act on what? you didnt finish"

"i cant really come up what i was going to say"

"i know you are lying, yn. just go ahead and say it what you were thinking. act on what?"

"act on... my thoughts"

"and what is it that you imagine?"

"why does it matter anyways? they are just thoughts"

"why cant you just say you miss me? aren't you enough needy to ask for me?" you blush at his straightforwardness, not so unusual but always surprising.

"i am. i am needy for you, yoongi. i miss you so much. i want you but cant have you right now, and its so fucking frustrating" you groan more to yourself but that affects him too.

"tell me what is it that you miss so much, maybe i can help"

"your touch, yoongi. your perfect mouth on me"

he inhales after hearing you, his cock threatening to get hard at just the thought of it. the thought of you. he misses your touch too, the way you suck him like no one else does, the way you know all his right spots. the pretty sounds you make when he's on you and the way you two can go from raw and needy to passionate and slow. he misses having multiple rounds with you.

"does my slut miss it that much?"

you whine at the possessiveness in his voice, its true, you're his little slut after all.

"come on, bring the toy i bought you to your side. let me help my baby cum"

you hate how excited you feel at his words, jumping out of bed in one montion to do what he asked you, taking all of your clothes off in your way back, staying spreed naked for him even tho he cant see you.

"im already naked for you"

"how needy" he smirks to himself "send me a picture just to make sure you're right for me"

you open the camera on your chat room with him, making sure to open your pussy with your two middle fingers so he can see it perfectly. as you send it, you can hear the notification ring on the other side.

"you look so beautiful. lay down for me" he hears the bed sheets making a sound as you get comfortable and when it dies down, he assumes you're just right to get it started "i need you to suck your fingers for me, understood? when you are done bring them to your beautiful nipples"

you do as he says and after you suck them wet with your saliva, you use it to carass your nipples. your eyes closing at the feeling.

"babe, tell me how many fingers have you sucked?"

"four" as you deliver your answer, he lets out a low moan at the thought of it, he always knew your mouth can take a lot "what you want me to do?"

"keep massaging your pretty titties" you keep going but this is not enough right now, like he heard your thoughts, he speaks again "now pinch your nipples for me" you moan at the amazing feeling hitting you "i miss biting your pretty nipples and getting those moans myself" you cant help your legs closing for some kind of friction, your core begging for attention.

"i need more, yoongi-ah" you whine.

"alright alright, you can touch yourself now, but you cant touch your clit"

you whimper, a bit desperate trying to reach the pleasure he's keeping away from you.

"what's that? are you complaining?"

"no" as you obey him, you bring your finger to your core, teasing your entrance.

"tell me, how wet are you?"

"not much" you slide your finger up and down your bare pussy, not reaching your clit as he asked.

"gotta prepare that tight cunt, right?" you are just able to babble a small hmm as an answer as you start to feel the tension building between your legs "you can get on your clit now since you're doing so good for me, such a good girl"

as you slide again on your folds, you finally get where you need the most. you start drawing circles on your clit in a small motion at first. the wet noises getting louder each stroke as you pick up your pace. feeling like he deserves more too, you get the speakers close to your core so it can capture the wet sounds as you masturbate "can your heart it, yoongi? it's for you, all because of you"

"you're doing so great, my pussy slut, getting me so hard"

you keep moaning, your pussy clenching and as if he was there with you, feeling you himself, he speaks up "can you enter a finger for me?"

"yes– yes, oh my god... thank you, thank you" you enter with your middle finger, going in and out slowly to ajust. as you're fingering yourself, you get your thumb on your clit again doubling the feeling. you add another finger whimpering at the sensation inside you.

you're able to hear yoongi's bealt getting undone "baby, you are doing so good, keep going for me" you hear muffled sounds of movements on the other side of the line as a spitting sound hit your ears. yoongi spits on his hands, getting it to stroke lazily at his hard cock.

"curl your fingers, baby, make yourself cum"

you curl your two middle fingers inside you "its not enough" you grunt.

"i know, i know. my fingers and cock can reach so much more, make you feel so much better" you whimper, not able to stop the moans because you cant have him right now "just keep going, you're doing great" you fasten your fingers, moaning louder when your other hand start to work faster on your clit.

"who's cunt is it?"

"yours, yoongi. only yours"

"that's right. mine. mine tight beautiful cunt, fits me so perfectly" you can start to hear yoongi working on his cock, the sound getting louder, him leaving low gasps every now and then.

"im close" the built on your stomach getting closer to the edge each minute as your head is thrown back and eyes shutting.

"cum for me, yn" and you do. after his command, you let it go. goosebumps spreading all over your body as you mewl.

"get the toy i asked you" his voice sounds out of breath compare to before. your mind going blank, having a hard time to process his words after your high, but you get the sex toy either way. bringing it to life, the buzzing sound being easy to be heard "good girl" he praises you for obeying so nicely everything he asks.

the screen of your phone lights up, and you can see yoongi is facetiming you. you answer fastly, placing it on the desk in front of your bed, so he has a great view of it and you. he's half naked, his cheeks a bit rosy and his hand on his cock. he grazes his thumb on its head, collecting more precum from it as he sighs in relief.

you spread yourself in front of the screen, finally bringing the toy to your clit. feeling sensitive post orgasm, you whine at the slight pain it brings you that it's not bad at all.

"get another finger inside, i know you can take it" you moan and slowly add the third finger inside you, curling it up, making you see stars "fuck, look at me, yn" he pleads.

you do. he's faster on his length as he brings his other hand to caress his balls. yoongi moans audibly now, watching you without blinking, nipples hard, your fingers working on your cunt, and he can see it clenching around them too.

you fight the urge to close your eyes to keep the eye contact, the overstimulation hitting you as you circle the toy on your clit. your legs threatening to close as the built starts again "that's right, my babe is going to give me another one"

"cum with me, yoongi, please" he hears you, swearing at the view, at your words, at the feeling. your body goes stiff for a second, your legs trembling and a whine coming out in high pitch as you are cumming again. the toy leaving your hand hitting the floor with a sound, just the three fingers fighting to prolong your orgasm.

yoongi cant stop staring at your form, your pretty sounds and your eyes rolling back from the pleasure "fuck, im close" he says and you finally start to relax, all the cum dripping from your core weting the mattress as he cant help it anymore. he's coming undone with a moan.

both of you breathing loudly and fast, as your chests goes up and down, waiting for the comedown.

"you are amazing" he sighs.

[dragon-queen21]

hello!!!! its been so long i apologize so ☹️ ive been fighting demons and going through story book worthy horrors, but its all okay!!!!

but for 📷 anons surprising comeback,

hear me out, its one piece time woah, little ace with the whitebeards. that kid would totally hid his regression for as long as he could, especially during the time before ace joined the crew. only to be found out either via a meltdown, or very shortly after he officially joined due to a slip up.

real nap time kid. a nap time is always inevitable with ace, whether it be because his narcolepsy or marco trying to push one because ace is getting wayy to fussy for this busy crew.

i also have the headcanon that his devil fruit is just out of control this boy is setting everything on fire, unlucky for the crew because, yknow, they live on a wooden ship.

i feel like hes has a pretty large range of ages he can regress too but normally stays pretty small. 1-3 maybe? definitely kinda kid to insist he can do everything by himself but then melts and gives up the moment hes shown some positive affection. give him a pacifier when its clear he wants one? so over for him. one of the chefs giving him a spill proof cup? knockout. pick him up when hes too small to properly walk himself? hes ran out of lives.

ouh the imagery of someone like marco or thatch holding a very very sleepy ace and ace having his fingers in his mouth and just the other person taking them out of his mouth and replacing them with a pacifier and everyones like woah! howd u do that without him having a tantrum and the person holding him is just like oh im just that good ig IM CRYING INYO MY PILLOW hes actually just a baby i cant even handle it

THE CREW CALLING BABY ACE LITTLE FLAME EVERY BODY SHUT UP AND LET ME COOK

i feel like ace id definitely a fussy baby though especially when he regresses older, ace has a lot of childhood trauma its bound to reflect in his behavior while regressed☹️☹️

okay im done brfore i make this longer than it already is, i hope you enjoy!! ive missed doin this so much omg☹️

📷

I was actually just thinking of you recently! It’s nice to hear from you. Though it’s not so nice to hear that you have been going through such a hard time. As someone who just got over a very hard couple of months I understand completely. Sending you a hug and I will pray in the name of Jesus for your strength and peace. If you ever want to reach out and dm me to vent or talk you can. No pressure of course <3

~~~

Okay one piece time hehe :3

~My vote is 100% for being found out due to a meltdown. Mostly because I like angst hehe >:3

“You need a nap!” “I do not.” “Well just come lay down for a moment. If you don’t fall asleep then you can get back up… Ace?” (Ace meanwhile already asleep)

“because, yknow, they live on a wooden ship.”

<- Pfft okay that made me laugh

~It’s like letting a child play with matches only you can’t take them away.

~Coping mechanism for Ace/ anxiety inducing for everyone else on board

~Oh no but why did I just think of the saddest thing ever is getting really frustrated and one of his stuffed animals or toys catches on fire. He would be devastated and probably hate himself for a long while.

“insist he can do everything by himself but then melts and gives up the moment hes shown some positive affection”

<- Awww that’s so cute!!

~Grumpiest affection starved baby. Insisting that he’s a lot older than he really is and it only takes a time bit of patience and coddling to get him to regress super small.

Marco: Yup I’m just the best caregiver ever isn’t that right bud? Ace meanwhile: (sleepy baby babbles)

~Sometimes he’s super small and he just cries and no one know how to comfort him because nothing seems to be wrong he’s just fussy and flinches away from people and overall is just miserable

Read these first while regressed and this absolutely made little me giddy. Thank you for sharing beloved I’ve missed getting to read all your thoughts <3

[verdemoun]

hi im back on my "overlooked things" bullshit

the gang and clothes. oh god that must've been chaotic. What the fuck do you mean you don't have to wear a union suit. What do you mean you??? Just??? Get to dress however you want??? Hello whY IS THERE SO MANY WOMEN WEARING PANTS WOW???

Comfort clothes. Kieran and clothes was already mentioned once, but I'm thinking about others. Some stick to their style, probably. I see Hosea as such a guy. John is living out his emo dreams /j

Charles, his newfound hobby of (insert vague gesture here) you know, and special clothes for this sort of thing. And protection. Good gloves, goggles, all that. Mate's in heaven. You cant tell me otherwise.

The first shopping trip is a fucking journey every time a new person appears. The availability. Prices. The materials. PRINTS. (I work with prints on fabric and lemme tell you. That shit is wild even for me. Let alone 1899 people.) The vast amount of styles and all that.

And, dumbass designs of course. The weird ones you can get from AliExpress or whatever and it's a fucking trip every time. As much as I wanna say it's Sean who discovers those first, I'd say it's Arthur. My guy wasn't too quick to learn tech and stuff so he saw a nice tshirt for a low price, ordered it, and he didn't look at it what was written.

His 1899 mindset of "i have it therefore it cannot be thrown away i can't afford more" wins out and he keeps it. You can't tell me otherwise.

welcome back always get the happiest hand flapping stim getting to long asks

absolutely assuming every woman who wears pants is a lesbian for the longest time

wearing pajamas for the first time. clothes being so plentiful they have a designated for sleep. and sleepwear being so much more comfortable than a union suit or ye olde undergarments the first time most of them wear flannel is a life changing experience.

bessie accidentally bought hosea clothes whenever she saw something she thought her husband would like it was her way of coping with him being gone for so long. he is rocking the brown loafers looks like he owns a yacht the beige pants but also coziest old man sweaters

john and arthur both just wear slightly modernized versions of their regular clothes they are dorks. john has the black leather bikie jacket with stupid fashion belts and buckles he looks amazing like generic punk outfit

CHARLES bordering on hoarder with the gloves. guilty of buying gloves in different colors just because he likes the color even though he already has 3 pairs of the same glove. most of the time enjoying the comfort of looking like a southern dad with the plaid and jeans but also work pants with the extra knee padding and a dozen pockets a different tool in every pocket walking down the street need a screwdriver? tape measure? wrench? electrical tape? timber screws? always on hand.

lenny and sean are the temu fashion disasters. bird shirts floral prints galore. the technicolor because it's so new to them!! the most hideous busy patterns but somehow making it work

sean accidentally bought a blue lives matter shirt and lenny had to draw the line and explain sean no. he started wearing it inside out instead of throwing it out and attempted to bleach the crappy iron off

arthur is so self conscious and so convinced he is ugly he is hyperaware of not sticking out in modern era he went through plain shirt and unremarkable pants for months. guilty of having a hoodie he won't leave the house without until he eventually settles on just modern era gunslinger outfit. owns 4 versions of the same outfit because he has npc energy in modern era can fit every piece of clothing he owns in a backpack.

[dnphan]

saw your “burning dnp questions” and had to ask- what do you think their relationship details actually are?? ahh im so embarrassed about it but they both mention using grindr but are also clearly together??

i assume- theyre commited romantically but are open to explore why separate like during WAD touring. but like i also just cant wrap my head around that either since dan always so jealous. so idk maybe phil lets dan explore but phil doesnt really because he doesnt need to the way dan wants to know that he’s out. ahh so curious!!

thank u so much for the question!!!!! also don’t be embarrassed this is literally tumblr, everyone is a lil strange and a lil parasocial. we cope with it

i literally think about this constantly so i’m glad to have somewhere to put these thoughts. OVERALL: i genuinely think they are friends. NOW don’t come for me i do think there is OBVIOUSLY romantic feelings. like duh?? hello.

BUT i think at their core they are just best friends. soulmates, if you will. more platonic than romantic, which is something i CRAVVE and think is CRUCIAL for a relationship.

whether dan or phil want an open relationship? probably not. those bitches been settled down in phouse and committed to together since day one!! the jokes about being a swinger were funny and i was honestly kind of hoping they WERE swingers bc how iconic would that be, but then wdapteo came out and i knew that’s not possible for them. i am curious about what u mean with the grindr comments?

and i think the wad touring separation wasn’t bc dan wanted a open relationship but because his need to prove to himself that he can be independent and his own person without phil. but after the tour when dan proved that he could, he went back to phil, because he didn’t want to be independent. kind of like how dan almost moved out so he could be more productive (bc he produces more content when he is sad) and phil was like “lol no?”

now label wise?? i don’t think there is one.

here are some of my fav dan howell quotes that kind of clarify their dynamic for me:

“You can’t even compare … no human has lived and worked together and actually started off as “supposedly” friends before that, so it’s just not natural. We’re like two 4,000-year-old tortoises just silently chewing grass, staring into the sunset. I think it’s quite important to have someone in your life where you can be like “Yeah, we’re pretty weird.’”

full interview

[dirtbra1n]

hello hello! tashiro anon here hope you don't mind me coming here again

tashiro #gender gonzaburou is on my mind today,, especially the horrors of the said genderism. hope the ramble below makes sense!

we already know tashiro is very easy going on queer themes, for him its just another tuesday when one of his friends tells him he has a boyfriend. we also know tashiro is open to discuss gender related topics and crossdressing (which, i really was hoping to see a bit of in their third year,, kuresawa killed it tho)

but you see, being open to these stuff and actually expreriencing it are two completely seperate situations and when tashiro actually goes with it, put on a wig and makeup and stare at gon-chan in mirror, and it being so familiar to him,, well that's a bit scary isnt it?

but how do you even cope with this when you cant understand whats wrong? because tashiro doesnt hate it! its just a wig and some makeup, its almost like a costume in a way so theres really no explanation for why his chest feels like its collapsing on itself. perhaps he wasnt as ok with crossdressing as he thought? was this what it is? maybe he should ask miyano?

and another funfact about tashiro! he likes being active, his favorite class is gym even! he likes doing something active when his chest feels heavy. tashiro likes running.

and so he does. he runs, he stares at himself in the mirror for too long, he plays ping-pong, he thinks about stuff like if gon-chan would make a pretty girl, he runs for longer

sorry for the delay tashiro anon it’s always a delight to see you Give me a second thoug

thing about wanting something. right. desire being a scary, scary feeling. kind of blurred lines designating what’s internal and what’s external, what’s allowed to come up and what gets swallowed back down.

because you want it, a little. don’t you, tashiro?

[empresskylo]

HELLO!!!!

i just discovered ur acc today and have been FURIOUSLY stalking it for the last few hours reading over everything you've wrote. as you do. normal person activites.

I just wanted to say I APPRECIATE YOUR CONTENT SO MUCH!!!!

literally have been looking high and low for some cod fanfiction that is just Soft and Kind even in the nsfw 😭😭 bitches be writing Ghost in the most like violent sex scenes and im like bro has literally witnessed toxic behavior and violence towards women and just in general his whole life and ur telling me hes gonna be mean to his girl and non-con her duing sex??? no bros gonna be so soft and kind and so scared to overstep boundries 😭🙏 (furthermore it. stumps me how ppl consume that kind of media. i know what ppl may enjoy reading may not always be what they actually would want irl but it makes me cringe just reading sometimes i cant fathom)

ANYWAYS i digress i just wanna shout u out for writing some of the softest and sweetest fanfic out there on tumblr ive seen so far latched onto every word literally gnawing and rattling the bars of my enclosure.

i am such a sucker for the soft and sweet that anytime i see some non-con dark fanfic (most of the stuff i see on here) i do a little sigh. ur doing a service for the country tysm 😭🫶💗

thank you sm!!! i really appreciate you writing all this out to send to me! 🫶🥰 i cannot believe you love how i portray ghost, that is so kind and makes me so happy!!!!

it's hard to explain why i, personally, enjoy some dark romance/fanfics. everyone is different, but I just find exploring darker content in writing is a way I kind of cope with my own trauma. it's like taking the power back in a sense?? most of these kinds of fics are written by women, and it's just a safe space for me?!? idk how to explain it well but I just wanted to share why I sometimes enjoy some dark fics! but I do think the cod fics on here are overly saturated in that kind of content so I'm happy you find my work so satisfying 🥹

that being said, i totally agree with you on ghost having experienced so much trauma, i'd think he'd be so gentle in all aspects of a relationship. especially in the comics where he had witnessed so much violence towards women that he genuinely didn't want to emulate. i think he'd be very anxious about hurting his partner. there's also just something I love about the big bad burly man actually being such a softie. i want an overprotective ghost who just wants to shower his partner in love and maybe sometimes doesn't know how to fully express himself 🥹

[checkers-dance]

HELLO CHECKERS. IM SO FUCKING SORRY. IM HERE AGAIN JVJFNVFNVJV. listen. whenever anything tragic happens to me i feel like i need to report back to you, its a tradition to me. anyway, this actually happened a few days ago but i was so emotionally distraught and so embarrassed of myself that i was avoiding telling you about it but here i am. im sorry to you and your followers for making u read this shit but i was going through an arc.

SO ANYWAY. after the lucas apparition my dear friend rebo became suddenly obsessed with what happened. you need to understand she's relatively normie, like, she knows abt the weird shit i get up to but she knew nothing abt the enceeteeverse, i think she was deliberately ignoring it for her sanity. but the lucas apparition devastated her and i think as some sort of coping mechanism she tried to find meaning to our shared trauma. so she was wondering. why did lucas choose us. what do we have in common. for some fucking reason she got the idea to combine our discord colors and she got lilac. she then googled lilac enceetee (IM TRYING NOT TO SAY THE ACTUAL NAME BC MY ASKS TO YOU SHOW ON SEARCHES AND IF ANY NORMAL PERSON SEES THIS I WILL DIE) and apparently they released A SPECIAL VERSION OF STICKER THAT WAS LILAC???? so my friend was determined. she decided to listen to the WHOLE ALBUM. i joined her eventually. our thoughts on the music are irrelevant, but what you need to know is that at some point we started looking for clues on the lyrics and if something reminded of us a song we would jump to that song and try to find a meaning to it. we called it the nct arg. this went on for A WHILE. eventually noxia and our friend lynx and joined us and we were all just fucking around deciphering the clues.

we got so into it. and at some point we did actually find what you could call a message if you want to, except it was in all in our heads. its such a good example of the way the brain searches for pattern.

after a long search, our clues lead us to this video. i can still remember the way we were all screaming at like 1am... you need to understand that at this point i was so invested in our made up story that for one small second it didn't compute that this was a a prank. like my heart dropped to my stomach vnjfvfnvjvnjv OBVIOUSLY I IMMEDIATELY REALIZED WHAT WAS GOING ON BUT THATS HOW FAR GONE I WAS...

so the rest of the night was us trying to figure out who the fuck made the video. i was so tired at this point, so while everyone was arguing i was just looking up dumb shit on youtube. and i thought haha wouldnt it be funny if i looked up "lucas horror game." so i did. checkers.... i found a game called LUCAS THE BASEMENT. I THINK THIS IS WHAT BROKE ME. IDK WHAT HAPPENED BUT THAT GENUINELY MADE ME SO UPSET??? I FELT SO OVERSTIMULATED AND IRRATIONALLY ANGRY, ITS VERY FUNNY LOOKING BACK BUT THE HORRORS FELT SO REAL... i calmed down. sort of. and then i keep looking up dumb shit, as if i hadn't just learned what that gets me. i looked up "lucas the hedgehog" bc idk i thought it sounded funny. the first fucking result had the word STICKER in it. THIS MADE ME FEEL WORSE. I WAS SO GENUINELY UPSET NVFJNVJFVN

eventually it was revealed that it was both noxia and lynx fucking with us. i was so tired, i just left call and went to bed. but you need to understand the distress was so real to me i genuinely didnt sleep well that night. like i woke up and it felt like i didnt sleep at all. THIS IS GOING TOO FAR, IM TIRED.

anyway. do NOT listen to encee fucking tee, it ruined my life, i want to escape. i keep seeing patterns everywhere. its consuming me. i cant remember when this was but one day a mutual saw me having an enceetee breakdown and said "im starting to genuinely feel bad for you" NOOOOO JFVNJFVNNFV. im ok. im fine. lucas isn't real.

Oh ghskfkskfks I forgot abt the asks showing up in searches based on keywords, rip. Every time I get another ask like this I think the lore can't get any worse AND THEN IT DOES. I can't believe they pranked u, that's so funny but so 😭😭. Also someone should make a meme out of this w the dominoes falling and the first step is becoming obsessed w the lucas in the basement jokes and we still haven't reached the last step. Anyway thank u for keeping me updated on this, at least ur pain and confusion had a purpose (sending me funny unhinged asks abt encetee shenanigans)

[lqfiles]

i’ve been okay! (lie, barely coping, spending my days bedrotting) HOW ARE YOU DOING!!?? i haven’t been on tumblr much aside from looking for some hurt/comfort to read bc im mentally regressing back to when i was like 15-16 and im damn near 20

my new job is already kinda flopping because the management is rly disorganized and everyone (parents.) around me is like… making it MY problem… when i don’t see how it’s my responsibility as a new hire to even have to deal w their forgetfulness… like… my specific manager wasn’t even there the day i did training or on my first day. then i was told that any apps they used for smoother communication and whatnot like scheduling and paychecks would be set up the next time i have a shift… and then they didn’t tell me when that would be. THEN…….. get this…. because this is the part where my parents r telling me it’s my fault…. they put me on the schedule. and did not tell me. and then called me about a no call no show 💀 and when i said i wasn’t informed they said oh! we’ll call you back! AND THEN THEY NEVER CALLED. and my parents r saying i should’ve done more to secure my job. HELLO!? AM I CRAZY? I CANT TELL ANYMORE

sorry for the yapping again had to get that out of my system because i’m sooooo angry like i believe working RETAIL shouldn’t be confusing or emotionally draining esp when it’s a part time position and the fact that they’re tryna make me feel like i wasn’t doing enough when management is equally part of the problem… okay capitalism bootlicker …

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LMFAOOOO THE HURT FICS PHASE AT 15-16 IS CRAZYYY COS THAT WAS ME TOO OMFGGG must be a universal experience, tho i used to be into horror fics too omggg there was this horror dream fic on wattpad and when i tell you i still think about it till this day.. phew

ooouu why are they unserious asf over there plss and your parents trying to make it YOUR problem like.. WHERE IS THE ENERGY TO YOUR MANAGER?? IJBOLLL WHY ARE THEY MAKIMG YOU FIGURE STUFF OUT ON YOUR OWN LIKE WDYM THEY NEVER TOLD YOU WHAT APP YO USE 😭😭 you’re parents are CRAZY (respectfully) because if YOU didn’t get informed by your job, and your JOB didn’t inform you themselves, why are we saying fuck jelly anon for?? the fact that they haven’t called you back plsss THIS IS SUCH AN UNSERIOUS ESTABLISHMENT…..

CAPITALISM BOOTLICKER 😭😭😭😭😭 no but seriously if it’s a retail job why are they treating it like you’re trying to qualify for the military, THIS IS A PART TIME JOB, CAN WE BE CALM… don’t worry i stand with you anon #JELLYANONISRIGHT

[aisha-ot]

Well hello there everyone, long time no see …

I’m back and I hope you’re ready because we’re about to catch the flight of a lifetime.

I’m currently in my final year of studying Occupational Therapy (I know right, I still can’t process it). This year entails a number of new experiences and I can’t wait to share it all with you.

This week I want to start off with something that I think is one of the most important things to talk about seeing as I’m in a block that deals with it directly. The health of mothers and children, specifically looking at mothers and children living in communities like the one I’m working in.

My first block this year is community block. And, let me tell you, WOAH. It is a big change and a lot of work and many things to wrap my head around. I cant lie, I’ve had around 4 crying sessions so far, but we all know that’s how I cope. Cry and get back to work. It’s a good tactic in my opinion.

Back to my point, maternal and child health within the community.

I read an interesting article when thinking about how to go about this discussion that I think would be a great way to understand a mother so that we can also then understand how it affects our work as OT’s. I’ll add the link below so that you can also take a look at it.

The main thing I wanted to take from the article was that a mother is seen in different ways at different levels (Common Good, 2022).

A mother as an individual has personal experiences, struggles and problems that plays a part in how they function in their day to day lives. This can speak to their identity, their self-esteem and their overall mental health. This is so important to understand because let’s take us for example, when we’re upset or we’re sad or if we aren’t feeling good in our own skin, we sometimes don’t feel like doing anything or we don’t feel like leaving our rooms. Let me know if I’m right or if I’m talking rubbish.

I hope that what I said makes sense. But now let’s think about mothers, imagine feeling all of what was said above and not wanting to do anything, but you have a whole human being to take care of that needs your support. I’m hoping that my point is starting to take shape in your minds at this point. When looking at a mother as an individual we have to consider how their personal health and mental health can be affecting the care and development of their child. A mothers poor personal and mental health in turn has a negative effect on the child’s overall health. This is one of the reasons at to why maternal health is so important, especially to Occupational Therapists. We need to focus on mothers and intervene in any way we can in order to prevent a domino effect of further issues developing as time goes on.

(Waters, 2022)

(PSA: this is not what a mum and child’s environment looks like in a South African community setting!!)

Before we move on to the other 2 levels of a mother, I do want to touch on something I’ve learnt this week that links to our role as Occupational Therapist’s. It’s so easy for us to get sucked in to stories from our clients and to feel an overwhelming sense of sympathy and need to help in any way we can. I think I can sometimes get a bit carried away in this aspect. I’ll be completely honest here and tell you that I forget my role as an OT and feel this need to just give them whatever they need to help them in that moment.

BIG MISTAKE.

From all the lessons I’ve learnt this week (which was a lot, might I add), I think the one thing that sticks out to me is that, yes, we do need to find out personal information about our clients and, yes, we do need to dig deeper and see the hidden meanings. But in a community context, when we’re trying to provide a service to so many people in need of it, acting like a counselor is not what is going to fix things. Listening to a mothers story about the trauma she’s been through and letting her cry for 20 minutes in our session is not going to change anything. What is going to make a difference is asking the tough questions, finding the root cause of the problems and developing solutions that is surely to show change.

However, I read an article that expresses a thought that somewhat contradicts what I’ve just said. The link is attached below for those of you that want to expand your knowledge.

Let’s get into it. Ann A. Wilcock wrote an article about occupational science and within it she explains that transformation is the path to well-being, especially because it doesn’t focus on the “mundane” aspects of a persons life but rather on their dreams of aspirations (Wilcock, 2005).

This is a safe space, so I’m going to outright say that I do not agree with what she’s said. That’s because when we look at our South African community, so many mothers and families are suffering from a number of problems. Poverty, gender based violence, HIV/AIDS and the list goes on. In my opinion, our role as Occupational Therapists is to improve their lives in any way we can, even if that means focusing on the simple every day needs and problems faced by the mother, not to “transform” their lives and help them achieve their biggest hopes and dreams. I feel like that concept is somewhat unrealistic. Let me know your thoughts in the comments, I’d love to hear if you disagree, let’s argue…

I think it’s time I move on to the other 2 levels of a mother and try to wrap this up.

Let’s talk about the last two levels together because I think they somewhat link. Level 2 is the mother within the household and level 3 is the mother within the community.

What does the home look like? Is the father present? Does the father treat the mother and child right? Is the mother exposed to HIV/AIDS? Does the mother have the resources available for her to raise her child? Is there an income that the mother is living off? Is she working? Where does she leave her child? Is she able to access a doctor when the child gets sick? Can she get HIV/AIDS medication in her community? Is there a stigma of HIV within the community? Is there violence in the community? Is she safe in her home?

(Stats SA, 2014/15)

As of 2014/2015, 49.2% of South African’s have been living in poverty (Stats SA, 2014/15), and it’s most likely increased from then. This statistic is so clearly prominent in the community that I’m based in.

Out of all the mothers and children that I have seen this week, I can tell you that more than half of them are HIV positive, majority are single mothers, gender based violence is an underlying factor that mothers are trying to hide, they are struggling with generating an income and some are living off government grants and the community that they live in often threatens their safety.

The same goes for children in our South African communities. There’s another blog post from the Sikunye blog I’ve linked above that briefly explains the tragic reality of our children in South Africa, I think it’s a great quick read to understand just how many issues our communities face. It highlights that poverty, malnutrition, infectious diseases (HIV), stress, violence, psychosocial risks and disrupted caregiving are all risks to a child’s development (Common Good, 2024).

These are all factors that we as Occupational Therapists need to consider as each factor impacts the well-being of both the mother and the child. And we as Occupational Therapists have an important role to play in using the community based approach to improve the mother and child’s well-being.

To end off, I want to reiterate that we cannot be superhero’s and help everyone achieve their biggest hopes and dreams. But what we can do is use our knowledge, use our theories and our experiential learning and growth to find the root cause of the problems we see and change the seed that is grown, the soil it’s planted in and the water that’s used to grow it (my sincere apologies, I just laughed at myself for being that cringe). But the analogy makes sense, our role as OT’s is to be client centered and to have a community based approach which means we need to focus on the mother and child, their environment and the macro factors that impact their development and growth.

That’s all for today folks. Please let me know your thoughts on the comments, let’s interact and learn together. I’ll be back soon with more stories and OT life lessons, I hope to see you back here again.

References

Five Facts About Poverty in South Africa. Statssa.gov.za. (2015). https://www.statssa.gov.za/?p=12075

Good, C. (2022, April 20). What is it like being a mother in South Africa?. Sikunye. https://sikunye.org.za/blog/what-is-it-like-being-a-mother-in-south-africa/

Good, C. (2024, January 21). The big why behind the sikunye model. Sikunye. https://sikunye.org.za/blog/the-big-why-behind-the-sikunye-model/

Waters, D. (2022, April 26). What is postnatal depression and what treatment is available?. GoodTo. https://www.goodto.com/family/postnatal-depression-115582

Wilcock, A. A. (2005). Occupational science: Bridging occupation and health. Canadian Journal of Occupational Therapy, 72(1), 5–12. https://doi.org/10.1177/000841740507200105

[multiverseofimagines]

Hello lovely! Could I get a male Stranger Things, MCU and Harry Potter ship please? Thank you so much! If three is too much than just a Stranger Things ship! Much love!

APPEARANCE: I am 21 year old straight female, she/her pronouns, I’m 5’1” with somewhat long dirty blonde/brown hair, I’m curvy and I should be wearing glasses but alas I do not. I like having my nails painted either black or red or both. My style is a mix of girly and gothic, I wear lots of skirts and dresses and frilly socks but also fishnets and dark colors and cardigans or flannels. I love wearing rings and dainty earrings. I love things with lace and Peter Pan collars.

PERSONALITY: I think I’m infp and enfp? I’m mature when I need to be and quiet, but once you get to know me I’m bubbly and weird. I have pretty bad anxiety so I will get nervous over everything and anything, I’m paranoid as well at times. I love making others laugh and happy, I can be awkward at times also but I cope with humor. I try to help everyone around me, I shove my feelings to the side most of the time if someone needs help- often times putting others before myself. I guess in certain aspects I’m kinda nerdy?? ( I am also a hufflepuff )

INTERESTS/HOBBIES: I love animals, gardening, reading and writing, painting, musical theatre which I’ve done for ten years. I love to sing dance and act, help others, I enjoy raising caterpillars into butterflies. music ( Lana del rey, imagine dragons, mother mother, show tunes, poor man’s poison, fall out boy, etc ) I like collecting things like pins or random nicnacs.

You sound so much like me! We should def be friends < 3

Stranger Things

I ship you with….

Solid choice here actually! You guys are similar in your own unique ways, similar personalities, both nerdy, etc.

Loves and admires how selfless you are but will always take care of you well, and make sure that you take care of yourself for once.

Comforts you through your anxiety and uses humour to help you cope with that.

Knew you were a bit shy and quiet and would over compensate for that so you would feel less awkward about it. Would he 10x as loud, making conversation for the both of you.

Literally down for you so bad ! (sorry not sorry) your his dream girl???

Will ask you to come on tour with him and his band once they get big. You guys would definitely live on the road for a bit, and he would always give you a shoutout before every performance.

Has written a bunch of love song’s for you.

(Im at work rn and time after time started playing at the salon) literally cant help but imagine you two going to prom together and dancing to this like 😭 I’m crying anywayyy

Marvel Universe

Definitely Peter! I know that’s probably such an opposite from Eddie, but they are a little similar in a lot of ways.

You two are extremely similar personality wise! Both Hufflepuffs, both infp/enfp, both of you are awkward and use humour to deflate situational mishaps.

Best friends to lovers??? I hear wedding bells 🔔

Always there to listen about your worries and doesn’t judge your paranoia. He may not relate to all of it, but definitely will listen and ask you questions that ground you.

Harry Potter Universe

I went sort of a different route with this one ! Sirius is a bit darker of a character than the first two but I feel like he has a lot in common with Eddie as well.

You guys are complete opposites but thats why I picked him. You would definitely be his protector rather than the other way around.

He has been through so much and you are a constant in his life, always there to comfort him, and reassure him.

Really gets you out of your shell, and always makes you laugh hysterically.

You definitely help him avoid Azkaban and you two run away together to the muggle world to hide until the events involving the golden trio occur.

(this was terrible and I was depressed for months but uhh fuck it !! 🥲 hopefully my shit explanations can be overlooked and you can feel awesome for being paired with all the amazing guys lol. If your even gonna get a notif got this. Again so sorry my cat almost died and so much stuff has happened but hope you are well anon.)

[arilovevoid]

wow fucj u tonglr pt 1 bc apparently i wrote too many tags

[littleoanh]

Your bonter x doctor reader has been my food for this days, and i just want to say thank you. Also, not a request, but just because i love chaos, how do you think bonten would react if because of an acident, the reader has a short lost of memory? Worst if reader cant remember them but remembers Mochi, dudes would cry (Sanzu for sure). When she gets her memories back i think some of them would be so petty, like "how could you forget about me" + the kicked puppy eyes.

Hello Anon 🤗, I'm so glad you enjoyed the doctor reader! And oh my gosh, this is BRILLIANT! I love this type of chaos lol.

Mikey - Be devastated you forgot him. You are his Peach, how could you forget the nights you both cuddled together? But he is glad you are still alive, he already experienced enough losses in one lifetime. Though he isn't exactly happy that you only remember Mochi but it's better than nothing. He refuse to leave your side even if you don't remember him. When he was having a nightmare, that triggered your memory and you woke him up by consoling him. His heart is in an emotional wreck and couldn't keep his tears from falling. The next morning, he took you to a tattoo parlor so you can get a tattoo that says 'Property of Manjiro Sano'. He wants it to be etched into your skin so that you will never forget him ever again.

Sanzu - He would be one of the executives who would be bawling his eyes out. You broke his heart even more when you only remembered Mochi. Of all people, why Mochi? Though it would be even worse if you only remember Takeomi. Sanzu always thought you have a soft spot for him. Like how could you forget his pretty eyes that you always admired? Were you feeding him lies? He couldn't take this anxiety anymore and thought you weren't looking when he was about to pop some pills. You slapped those pills out of his hands and yelled at him for breaking his promise to you. His eyes widens, your memories are back! He cried in joy and giving you the best kicked puppy eyes and will definitely guilt tripped the hell outta you. Sadly, it worked.

Kakucho - When you couldn't remember him, it felt as though you stabbed him in the heart. What's even worse is that you only remember Mochi. Did you only remember him because you felt more safe with Mochi? Did you not feel safe with him? Even though he is sad, he would still go out of his way to take care of you. He wants you to trust him. His caring nature made you remember him. When you told him, he pulled you into his arms and held you for so long. There were tears in his eyes, you wipe every tear and giving him kisses.

Takeomi - He would have the most reasonable reaction, he is grateful you are alive and you remembered one of them. It would have been a lot more harder on him, if you completely forget everyone and decide to up and leave. He would try to do some brain simulation to help trigger your memories by making you your favorite meals and taking you to familiar places where he took you out on dates. Unfortunately, it didn't work. As a coping mechanism, he needed to smoke. You started coughing and he immediately tosses his cigarette away. You thanked him and said his name, he was in shock. Did smoking help brought back your memories? He can't understand science behind it but he was happy he brought you back.

Ran - Would definitely be speechless when you couldn't remember his name. He has the most handsome face in the group and you only remember Mochi?! He needs to fix you, right now. Ran believes the true way to get your memories back is by touching. Your brain may not remember him, but your body will. He touches all the places he knew you liked. You started to remember him, his sadistic smile widens and will definitely punishes you for forgetting him. One of the punishments would be by collaring you with his initials and having you on a leash.

Rindou - He is definitely one of the executives to cry, but his will be out of anger and frustration. Why did this had to happen to you? And why did you forget about him? And what's so special about Mochi? This really hurt this poor baby. He takes out his phone and made you look through all the photos the two of you took together. There was an embarrassing photo of him that triggered your memory of that incident and you burst into laughter. Now you've done it. He made demands for you to heal his broken heart by giving him kisses any time he wants for a month.

Kokonoi - Feeling completely absurd that you forgot about him. Is your relationship with him not worth remembering? He brought a whole team of the best doctors in the world to retrieve your memories. He will search every nook and canny to buy you the best medications to help with short term memory lost. But it breaks him every time you still can't remember any details of anyone else except for Mochi. He refuse to give up. When you asked for something to drink and he made you your favorite tea. You took one sip and instinctively remember him. He couldn't believe one simple gesture trigger your memories. He wouldn't guilt trip you but he's not letting you off that easily.

Mochi - Feels relieved that you remembered him, he would be so sad if you forgot everyone. Because you are vulnerable in your state of mind, he felt overly protective of you. When the Bonten Trio were overwhelming you, he didn't hesitate to throw them out. What he thought would help trigger your memories is telling you fun and happy stories about all of them. The way he calmly talk to you, it was as though he helped you walk through memory lane. Your memories are back and he couldn't be happier. When Mochi gave the good news to the other executives, they all rushed to you immediately and demands to know why you only remember Mochi. They talked about all his flaws out of jealousy 🥲.

Albie ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

[cooliofango]

Hello! im a huge fan of your writing and I get so exited when you post I was wondering if I could request a Gabriel or Boss Boseman i just cant write for life and my boys need some love. have a good day/night, if you're too busy than dont worry about it.

One In The Same

Boss Boseman x GN! Reader

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WAIT WAIT WAIT- ME??? I HAVE A HUGE FAN???? 

I’m actually crying please- ;-;

I’ve recently finished a Gabriel one so I will write for Mr. Boss Boseman for this one. I have a little idea in mind for this- that I’ll use since the type of request wasn’t specified- that was inspired by a couple of one shots I've read a while back (If I find it then I will put the link here)!

That’s enough from Admin Ollie, ONTO THE STORY! :D

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The dead leaves and branches cracked under each step that was made across the grass. In his hand was a small bouquet of flowers that swung a tad loosely in his grip as he walked with it at his side. The man looked exhausted, anyone could see this from a mile away. His hair was a greasy mess and he was a bit thin. A clear sign of struggling to cope with loss. And yet here he was, yet again, attempting to find a way to cope. Today, he had decided to visit the graves of his beloved children. It has been a few months since he was told of their deaths after Henry had given the police the evidence. If Boss hadn’t been torn up before, he sure was now. Knowing that his children were dead and not missing was a much harder pill to swallow. Not being able to have a proper funeral due to not knowing the location of the bodies made acceptance even harder.

The steps came to a stop before a short but long grave stone. The names and dates of birth and death was carved into the flat surface. From left to right, it went from oldest to youngest: Gabriel Boseman, Cassidy Boseman, and Jeremy Boseman. The children he adores so much had also been stuffed into robots and then buried elsewhere. A shaky sigh left the tired man, his figure hunching over to set the white flowers against the stone under his daughter’s name. The withered ones were brushed to the side  and out of the way of the dead ones, allowing them to decompose out of sight and out of mind. He didn’t want anything else that was dead to ruin their resting place, after all. 

The sound of the gate’s hinges squeaking filled the air. It was the same sound that filled the air when he had entered the graveyard earlier. It wasn’t anything rare for someone to show up to mourn their loved ones just as he was doing now. However, he easily recognized the face of the one who walked in the moment he looked up. He doesn’t know them personally, nor has he ever spoke to them before. But they would show up almost every time he would be there. Sometimes it would be around the same time he arrived, a little later, or a little before he leaves. They would go to the same tomb stone with the same small bouquet of flowers in hand. Daisies, to be specific. Though it wasn’t any of his business, he was curious as to why this person showed up so much. Well- less of why they are here (its obvious that they’re seeing a loved one that has passed away) and more of who they are always seeing. 

He wasn’t sure why he decided to walk over to you. It wasn’t something he planned on doing, simply because it could be seen as disrespectful to bother someone while visiting. And yet here he was, quietly walking past the gravestones a few rows in front of him to stand at this person’s side. “Is it a relative..? If you don’t mind me asking.” Boss internally cringed at the sound of his voice. It was a bit raspy and slow from how tired he has been these past few weeks. A slight look of surprise stared back at him, not expecting his presence. It didn’t take long for them to relax. Their answer was hesitant, looking from the gravestone they were in front of and back to the man who approached them. “My daughter.” They held the daisies loosely in their hands in front of them, the petals hanging downwards by their waist.

Boss cleared his throat, looking down at the gravestone as well before back at the person before him. They were kind of the same. Both of them lost their children. “It was my two sons and my daughter.” A flash of recognition washed over their face. A hand rose out to Boss. “Ahh.. It’s (Y/N). Nice to meet you.” A soft and kind smile tugged to their lips. It was certainly a nice sight to see after all of these past events. He held his hand out to (Y/N) in return, giving it a gentle shake. “Bosely- but most just call me Boss. It’s nice to meet you as well.” They let their hand drop back to gently hold the daisies. Boss looked over towards the gate they both entered the graveyard from. An idea appeared in his mind. It was one he thought to be a bit silly, especially with all that’s been happen as of late with loosing his kids and then his now ex-wife. But even so- he caved into this idea and spoke it out loud. “Can I.. take you to get some coffee?”

They look a little taken back by the question they were asked. It was expected, of course. “Sorry-.. i-if that’s a little forward.” Boss released an anxious chuckle, a hand raising to rub the back of his head. They shook their head and rose a hand. “No- No, its fine. I’d love to.” They raised the bouquet for a moment before turning to bend down and place the bouquet at the tombstone below their daughter’s name. As they stood back up, they fixed their coat and took a few seconds to look at the gravestone they had originally came to visit before looking to Boss. “Lead the way.” For what felt like the first time in a while, Boss felt himself crack a smile in return for theirs. It was almost contagious. “Let’s go then.”

The walk to the coffee shop wasn’t long, nor was it boring. It was a bit silent at first, but it wasn’t awkward. Then again, it wasn’t all too comfortable either. Like the both of them wanted to say something and yet they couldn’t find the right words to say. So they just walked side by side until they finally arrived. Boss, being the gentleman he is, opened the door for you. A chuckled ‘thank you’ slipped from (Y/N)’s lips as they entered with Boss to follow close behind. Thankfully, the line wasn’t long, so the both of them were able to get the beverages they wanted before taking a seat by the window. The silence only continued to linger for a short moment before the curious question of ‘what happened?’ hung in the air. (Y/N) started first, mainly due to the fact that it wasn’t anything too eventful or tragic that caused this loss. 

(Y/N) took a deep breath and slowly let it out before speaking. Their words were a bit slow as to not stutter or waver. They wanted to speak clearly to the kind man before them. “I was taking my daughter to school that morning about four months ago. I was crossing a four-way stop after the light had changed for my lane to go when a car crashed into us. My daughter and I were both hit pretty hard and had to be rushed to the hospital. My daughter had passed away on the way to the hospital. Since then, I would go to the grave yard once a week on my off day from work to place the flowers at my little girl’s grave and mourn before going on with my day.” Boss wasn’t too sure if (Y/N) had taken notice or not, but he could tell that letting that off of their chest had relieved a little bit of tension. He must’ve been the first they’ve told this story to since it had happened. 

Boss was hesitant, just as you were before, about telling his own story. He decided to keep it simpler than how it could actually be, especially with the evidence that was brought in by Henry a few months ago. Evidence that went into gruesome detail about how William did these experiments on these poor children. Boss tried to use a similar tone to (Y/N) as to come out clear as well. He didn’t care to stumble over his words anyways, and now was no exception. “My kids, along with two other children that weren’t mine, were killed by a former employee I had hired when I owned this family diner a while back. They had been previously been dubbed as missing until recently when the police had found notes made by the murderer in his home about the incident. The only problem is that they do not know where this employee is, though they are looking for him.” Admittedly, Boss wasn’t really supposed to say much on the incident due to it still being under investigation, but getting it off of his chest made him feel a bit better too. Things felt a bit lighter on his mind and body.

“I’m.. sorry. I bet that was hard to talk about.” (Y/N) gave an apologetic smile to go with their words. Despite that, Boss gave a kind smile. “No, its fine.. Honestly, talking about it with you made me feel a bit better.” The steaming to-go cup of coffee was brought up to his lips and he took a slow sip as (Y/N) spoke again. “Then I’m glad I was able to help.” They were also about to take a sip of their coffee before their phone began to go off. The cup was left to rest on the table top as they fished their pockets for their phone. It was their boss asking them to come into work for an extra shift. A soft, irritated huff escaped (Y/N)’s lips. 

“Something important?” Boss’s tone was laced with amusement, his own coffee cup resting loosely in his hand and against the table. “Yeah.. my manager wants me to come into work for an extra shift.” (Y/N) slid out of the booth to stand, pocketing their phone. Boss gently took hold of your wrist as you reached for your cup and prepared to say your goodbyes. “Actually- can I get your number? I’d love to get to know you.” If it wasn’t expected in some strange way, (Y/N) would’ve expressed surprise once again. Instead, they smiled with a short laugh to follow. “Sure, why not?” Their shoulders jumped in a small shrug before you searched their bag for a pen. It took a short minute, since it was at the bottom, but they pulled one out and clicked it open before scribbling the series of numbers on a napkin. “There. Text me first so I’ll know it’s you.” Boss nodded along with his words, as if he needed both a verbal and a visual way of agreeing with your short terms. “Of, course. Good luck at work!” He called out as you began to walk out the coffee shop, waving over to him with that beautiful smile to remain on your features.

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Aaand done! I apologize for how long this took to get out! I had tried to regain motivation to write and I hadn’t been feeling well for a while so I took a short break before finishing this so I hope you like it!

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Wherever you stray, I follow: Bruce Wayne x reader

A/n: this fic will use she/her pronouns! As always requests for different pronouns in a new fic are welcome!

I was definitely being followed.

Yet every time I turned around there was no one there. It was incredibly frustrating.

“That’s it.” I muttered, grabbing my phone and dialing my best friend.

“Hello?” He answered

“Bruce, you didn’t hire a PI to follow me did you?”

“What? No.”

“I’m being followed. I cant see who though.”

“You are? Where?”

“I’m by Gordon’s, but there’s definitely someone following me for a couple blocks now.”

“Uh, do you want me to send a car to pick you up? If someone is following you, you shouldn’t go home.”

“I guess yeah…” I said still glancing around, “you’ll stay on the phone with me until the car gets here?”

“Of course.” He replied

• • •

Once I got to the manor, Alfred opened the door with a smile.

“Bruce?”

“Upstairs, he’ll be with you in a moment. Tea?”

“That would be lovely.” I said with a smile.

I waited until bruce came down in sweats.

“Hey, are you alright?” He asked

“I guess, it was just… weird, I don’t know.” I shook my head.

He hummed sitting beside me.

“It was weird, it didn’t make me feel, unsafe just uneasy; I didn’t like not knowing who was watching me.”

Bruce nodded, I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow at his slightly guilty expression.

“You promise you didn’t hire a PI?” I asked inquisitively.

“I promise. No PI.” He said with a light laugh.

I hummed in response.

“I’m going to bed, I’ll see you in the morning,” I said, kissing his cheek, “thank you for letting me stay here.”

“Of course. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

• • •

The next night, I was walking home from work when I felt the eyes again.

I kept walking, I didn’t look back. I waited, I wanted to catch them off guard.

I made a turn off to an alley, and kept walking, not yet looking back, when I reached another turn I paused, riffling through my purse.

I took the small mirror and tried to discretely search behind me. I paused on a shadowy figure on the room behind me to the right.

I held it still trying to make out who it was.

Batman???

What was Batman of all people doing following me?

I slipped me mirror back into the bag and continued walking, with the knowledge spinning through my head.

I knew there was no reason not to go home now, and I finally got back to my apartment.

I had to figure this out.

There were two main possibilities:

I was a suspect which made no sense

Batman had a connection to me

I was definitely not a criminal, and even if I was i wouldn’t be good enough to interest Batman.

The only other possibility was Batman had a connection to me. It was no secret that my walk home from work wasn’t through the best neighborhoods, or the best time of day.

The only logical solution, was Batman was making sure I was safe— which was nice, except I had no idea why me.

What made me important enough to protect. I wasn’t very close with anyone other than Bruce Alfred and Clark.

I had just started this new job, so I couldn’t be someone from there. I had very little close relationships, other than Bruce and Alfred.

Which Is why I couldn’t figure out who, and why me? I wasn’t special.

I mean sure, I was friends with an Uber rich guy, but—

That had to be it. Bruce. He had connections, he must know Batman. That’s why he looked so guilty.

I sat up, and grabbed my keys. I was going to yell at Bruce. What an idiot. He could have told me instead of giving me a heart attack.

• • •

“Miss L/n, we’re we expecting you?” Alfred said.

“No, i apologize for coming over unannounced, but I need to speak with the idiot of the house.”

“Ah,” he said, almost like he was expecting it, “he’s just getting cleaned up.”

“Alright.” I said following him inside.

I saw Bruce in the kitchen, without a shirt on with a giant gash across his chest.

“Bruce! What the fuck!?” I said rushing over to him, “what did you do?”

“Alfred!” Bruce said, like he had been tattled on.

Oh my god. I had never realized how many muscles he had. Or how many scars.

Oh shit.

“You’re Batman, aren’t you?” I said astonished.

“Shit.” Bruce said, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do to convince me otherwise.

“You absolute dumb-ass!” I said throwing my hands up, “you cannot actually think this is a good idea!”

“Y/n, look,”

“No! You are so dumb. How stupid could you be?” I said, “this is in no way, a healthy coping mechanism!”

“Yeah, well someone has to do it.” He said

“Why you? You shouldn’t suffer! You shouldn’t die for some stupid city! You shouldn’t die cause I love you and you can’t leave me alone!”

There was no hiding the guilt on Bruce’s face. He stood up, despite my protests, and hugged me tightly.

“I love you too.” He whispered.

“Please don’t die.” I said softly

“I’ll do my best.” He said, with a chuckle.