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cryingincringe · 6 months

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A secret worth keeping |mv1

„It's clear to me now that there is no future for us. There never was.“

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Nothing big, just some doodles I did this morning. Oh and very very very toxic! Max. It kinda got out of hand (just a little bit)

Max Verstappen x reader!race engineer (not gender-specified & nameless

warnings: toxic! relationship; mention of cheating, angst!

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You were one of Max’s most important engineers. This time he crashed because of some car problems. He was so pissed off after that no one even dared coming close to him.

He walked into the RedBull garage losing his temper more and more and everyone chose silence for their own good.

Suddenly he pointed at you not even looking at you and speaking with a harsh tone.

"My room. Now."

You looked around, hoping he meant someone else but as everyone had their shocked eyes on you, you gulped and followed the angered dutchman.

You entered his driver room where Max was waiting for you, the atmosphere being tense and uncomfortable.

The moment you two were in private Max leaned towards you and his expression changed from anger to something else…

“I’m sorry”, you whisper, even though it wasn’t exactly your fault.

"Shut up", he replied with a serious expression on his face.

"You'll fix this car within an hour, I don't want to hear any excuses. I'm not going to waste my time, go work."

As he spoke he stepped towards you.

You blink multiple times, feeling a heavy feeling inside your stomach due to his harsh words.

Max's expression was stern and serious, as he walked towards you but this time he rested his hand on your cheek and looked you in the eyes. He was silent for a moment and then he whispered.

"You're lucky that you're pretty you little thing."

He stared directly at you without breaking contact, the tension between you two becoming unbearable.

“What?”, you whisper, not quite believing what was happening.

Max's eyes kept fixed on yours while he leaned closer to your face.

"You heard me," he said in a low voice, his gaze is intense and eyes shining.

His attitude has become very flirtatious.

“Yeah, but…”, your voice trailed off the moment your eyes fell upon his lips, looking so soft and kissable

He noticed your eyes trailing down and when your eyes met again there was a hint of a smile on his face.

He got even closer to your face and placed his hand on the top of your neck as he looked deeply in your eyes.

"You know you want this, sweet thing." he said, voice becoming lower with every passing second.

“But you have a girlfriend”, your voice is nothing more than a whisper as you mention her

Max doesn't seem to care at all about the fact he's in a committed relationship

"Forget about her,", he whispers into your ear, "She's not here."

He leaned forward, moving closer to your face, and his hot breath on your neck almost made you lose control of yourself.

"Can you keep a secret?..", he asks in a tempting voice, "Kelly alone doesn't satisfy me."

You gulp and look into his eyes. “She doesn’t?”, you ask, feeling like a deer in headlights.

"I've been with Kelly for a long time but she isn't enough for me." He kept looking directly into your eyes and his face came closer to yours.

"I think you know it and want me too. Just admit it."

His breathing became heavier and his lips were starting to part.

“You shouldn’t be talking so ungrateful about other people when they’re not in the room”, you whisper, eyes trailing between his eyes and lips.

"It's your turn to be quiet..." Max whispered.

He pushed you back slightly so that your back hit the wall. Looking you in the eyes he then moved his lips slowly towards yours. You could feel his warm breath brushing your face.

It seemed like all your problems in the world had disappeared. You couldn’t think clearly, only the two of you in this moment was what mattered.

He pulled you close, his lips slowly moving towards yours.

As they touched yours, a tingling feeling fell over your body, making you forget about the whole world.

He smiled, breathing heavily as he moved his hand away from your cheek, pulling you closer until you are completely against the wall.

"Can we keep this secret?", he murmured in your ear.

You swallowed hard. You knew how this would end but you couldn’t help the slight disappointment that made your stomach turn. “Yes”, was what you quietly answered.

He smirked seductively. "I'm glad you think like that... I wanted this for a long time."

His voice broke when he said the last part, eyes filled with emotion and lust.

Max lifted your chin up and ran his fingers through your hair as he kissed you again.

Your heart was beating so fast as well as your breathing that became rapid as you leaned into his body and lost yourself in the moment.

“Will you tell Kelly?”, you asked, voice slightly laced with hope.

"No. You're the only one I want to know. What’s the purpose of a secret if not this?"

His eyes were glued on your lips and his breathing became heavy once again.

Max was still holding your chin between his fingers, kissing you passionately.

Your mind went blank as your whole body was being filled with sensations you never felt before.

You’re going to be his secret affair…

Sadness crawled upon your chest but everything you could concentrate on for now were his lips passionately pressing against yours.

Max noticed your slight change in demeanor.

"Don't think about her, just think about the two of us. We're going to have some fun."

His hands ran up your back and down to your waist pulling you even closer to his body.

Hands slowly moving towards your chest, his fingers massaging your skin as you watch him looking at you with desire.

He started kissing your neck and moved his hand further down until it came to touch the bottom of your shirt.

"I have a lot of secrets, but now I have one more..."

Looking into your eyes he grinned seductively. You felt goosebumps all over your body as his hand remained hovering over the hem of your shirt.

"Are you ready for me?", he whispered.

———

Max lay on top of you, breathing heavily and smiling at you, while trying to not put his full weight on you.

He kissed you again and then ran his fingers through your soft curls.

"That was amazing," he said, "You’re definitely a secret worth keeping."

He placed a kiss to your forehead and stroked your hair ever so gently.

"I could do this all the time."

You tried to gulp down the pain that was hurting every part of your body and just smiled up at Max. “It was amazing”

"This will be our little secret, okay?", he muttered.

He looked straight into your eyes while whispering. "I know you enjoyed it as much as me"

He still caressed your hair and face gently.

You would lie if you said you didn’t like it. But the fact he didn’t want anything more serious and still dated another woman made you feel bad, uncomfortable even.

He noticed the look on your face, turning it towards him to get a better view of your facial features.

"Don't think too much about it, I'm sure Kelly will never know."

He went back to caressing your hair.

"Would you like another round?", he asked, a teasing tone in his voice.

You stayed silent for a moment, unsure of what to answer.

He lowered his head to your ear and mumbled again. "Just one more and then I promise we'll be done. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

His hand now caressing your neck, making you feel weak and submissive.

Eventually, you gave in… again.

Max smiled at you as you gave him what he wanted.

He started with kissing your neck and moving his mouth towards your collarbone.

He was using all his tricks on you to drive you crazy.

He kissed your shoulder ever so softly and pulled your hair gently, lips close to your ear as he whispered breathily.

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"Who knows, you might fall for me and we might end up together. Right?", he said after coming down from his high.

That was the moment your attention returned. “What?”

He laughed and ran his hand across your stomach. "I'm kidding, you looked like you believed that for a second."

His eyes locked with yours again.

"Don't worry, it's just a casual hookup, nothing serious, you know that."

He turned to lay on his back.

"So, how was it this second time? Better than the first?"

You felt like throwing up. How he messed with your feelings and didn’t seem to care at all. You averted your gaze and swallowed down the tears. You simply nodded at his question

Max's smile disappeared and he looked at you with a more serious expression on his face.

"Listen, I don't know why you get so sad."

He stroked your hair again and spoke with a comforting voice. "We're just having some fun together, there is nothing wrong about it. Do you think I'm a bad person for enjoying what you also enjoy?"

His face was close to yours as he looked you in the eyes.

“You’re playing with me”, you whisper, voice trembling. “You know what I feel for you goes beyond just having fun“

"I like you, but I love Kelly. I can't have anything serious with you. So either we keep it this way and you stop complaining every time, or this will be our last time."

His expression was serious and his tone strict.

"You are the one who chose to have this fun with me, you knew full well what it meant. So no, I'm not playing with you, you just don't want to listen to me and live in your fantasies."

After a brief silence, his voice became calm again.

"Don't cry, baby. I'm sorry if I sound cruel but you're going to have to accept it. This is not going to become anything more than just some fun." His look became soft again and he started caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"Now come here" he whispers while pulling you closer to him.

"I can make you feel better.."

You felt hollow as tears streamed down your face. You could practically feel your heart breaking.

"C'mon, baby." He pulled you against his body and wiped away your tears with his hand.

"It's okay, no reason to cry because of me, I'm not the right guy for you and you know that."

He kept whispering in a soft tone as he played with your hair, seeming to want to comfort you even though your sadness is partly his fault.

"I know Kelly is nothing like me, but she's a good woman and she really loves me. She's the love of my life."

You almost sobbed, hurting even more with every word he was saying.

"Look, things are not the way you wanted, but I'm having so much fun with you and you shouldn't be sad because of that."

He kissed your cheek.

"Can we leave this behind? I swear you'll be smiling in a few minutes."

He did his best to make you feel better, his eyes filled with care for you and wanting to make you happy again.

You gulp down every ounce of pain before closing your eyes to stop the tears.

He wants something emotionless and just for fun? You thought before freeing yourself from his grasp and straddled his lap.

The moment you got on top of him, his eyes were fixed on you, studying your every move as you got closer to his lips.

He seemed to like what he saw.

"You want to have some fun after all… right, baby?" he chuckled in a teasing tone.

You didn’t answer, ignoring the pain and the way your heart shattered even more with every second and just pressed your lips against his, numbing all the pain.

Max kissed you back passionately as he ran his hands through your hair. You could feel the heat of the moment as you both lost control.

Grip tightening as he pulled you closer, his whole attention on you as he continued to kiss you with desire.

He gently switched you around so you were laying with your back pressed on the bed as his kisses became more and more demanding with every second.

His lips were moving slowly across your neck and his hands kept running through your hair and over your back.

This moment felt like it was lasting forever, your mind gone completely blank, not thinking about anything but Max‘s lips on you.

———

Months have passed since you and Max started this affair, hooking up almost every day since then.

You learned to control your feelings and wrapped your heart in a cocoon, away from Max not very affectionate treatment.

Your relationship with Max was a secret, it being intense and full of passion and you enjoying every moment of it.

Max was never really tender or romantic with you, every meeting he was all about the fun aspect of the relationship and your feelings never being put above anything.

One day, as you went to his hotel room you noticed him looking different than usual.

You recognized some flowers in the corner. He seemed concerned.

“What is going on?”, you ask while getting out of your RedBull jacket, placing it on the small bench next to the door.

He didn’t answer you as he remained looking at the wall with a serious expression on his face.

You took a closer look at the flowers noticing their label, as it read: "For Kelly".

You look around more while you noticed Max seeming busy preparing something. You couldn’t quite tell what it was, but you saw a box and he appeared as to want to hide it from you.

Your breath got caught in your throat but you tried your best to not let your feelings overwhelm you. “I see. You want me to go?”, you simply asked.

He finally looked over at you, seeming quite awkward while he tried hard to find the right words to say.

"There is no easy way saying this, so I'll just say it... Kelly and I are getting married.“

His expression looked quite sad and he appeared to be ashamed of himself for having an affair with you while Kelly was his girlfriend.

"I can't make this work between us anymore, I'm deeply in love with Kelly."

You inhaled as you felt a bitter taste inside your mouth. You knew this moment was coming for a while now, but you never wanted it to actually become true.

You simply nodded and shot him a small smile. “I understand. Well, congratulations then.”

He looked at you for a few seconds, remaining silent.

"Thank you, but if you don't mind I would like to give you something special before this is over."

He smiled and started wrapping something in a box. "It's nothing much, just a small gift."

You look at him, slightly confused but also curious. After some time he handed over the wrapped box and said: "I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the time we spent together."

He continued smiling in a warm way.

"You should open it once you're in your hotel room, okay?"

You nod and gave him one last small glance before turning around and walking towards the door.

He didn’t say anything as he watched you leaving.

The minute you were in your room, you opened the box and found a beautiful necklace inside.

A note besides the gift read:

"Thank you for an amazing time together"

You’ve got mixed feelings as you read the note. Being glad this affair was over, but you would also miss those days spent together with Max.

And after you put the necklace on and looked at it in the mirror, you couldn’t help the tears starting to fall.

“I know you never loved me, but it still hurts”, you mumble.

You sat on your bed completely broken.

Even though you knew this was just a fun little affair with no feelings attached, you couldn’t stop hurting once it got serious with Kelly while you and him were together.

You didn’t want to admit it, but a small part of you wished Max would at least show some feelings for you, his words didn't seem to be enough to ease your pain.

Soon the tears started running down your cheeks and you were sobbing hardly on your bed, looking like fury.

After crying your eyes out for a while, you finally decided to get some strength and stop letting him control your feelings.

Taking a shower and getting ready to leave the hotel, you were going to return back home today.

There was no point of staying here any longer. Not when you saw Max with Kelly, knowing your feelings weren’t appreciated here.

As you left the hotel room, you felt the cold metal of the necklace around your neck, making you think about him again.

Your feet stopped near his door. You considered going to him one more time for an explanation and to ask him why.

You were confused and all your feelings came flowing back, even though you knew that nothing would change. Max doesn't think about you as more than a fuck-buddy.

The moment you stood in front of his door and rose your hand to knock you hesitated. You didn’t want to bother him anymore and just wanted him to be happy. You knew he couldn’t be that with you.

So you glanced at his door one last time before leaving.

You took one final look and then walked away.

It hurt. You were still hurting badly, but you knew this was the best for everyone involved.

As you left the hotel you heard footsteps coming from behind. Taking a look you saw Max approaching you with fast steps.

For a moment you thought he was going to stop you when he stood still in front of you.

He searched for your eyes and smiled but his expression was different than usual.

"Is everything okay?", he asked in a slightly confused tone.

You didn’t really know what to say as he noticed the necklace.

"Is that my present? Do you like it?" he asked, voice full of hope.

You simply nodded and clung to your luggage. “It’s beautiful, thank you.“

His face lit up and he looked relieved.

"I'm glad you like it, it's the least I can give you."

He stared at the necklace for a few seconds before looking into your eyes again

"I wanted to say, I've had a lot of fun with you. You're amazing."

You closed your eyes and tried not to cry again due to hearing those words coming from him.

His eyes were full of care for you as if he could sense your pain.

"Listen, I didn't mean for things to go this way. I'm sorry if I was hurtful. We knew what we were doing, right? I just wanted to have some fun. I didn't want you to get attached."

He sighed, searching for your eyes again, hoping you’d understand him.

"I'm sorry for how things turned out."

“I always loved you.“, you began after gaining a bit more self-control. “But I want you to be happy and I know that Kelly is the one for you. So I’m happy if you are”, you smiled weakly.

He grinned as your words sank in his mind.

"Kelly has always been my priority, it's just that… Sometimes you're so beautiful it makes things confusing for me. But it's clear to me now that there is no future for us. There never was."

He took a look at you and shook his head slowly.

"Now don't make it harder than it really is.

You know there is nothing I can do but there will always be a special place in my heart for you.“

You nodded and bit down your lip, trying to prevent the tears from falling. “I think it would be the best for us if I left.”

"You're right. Unfortunately there is no better way." He looked at you for a few seconds before stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you.

"Don't be too sad. What we had was amazing and you're an amazing person. This was going to end sooner or later. It's life."

He looked at you trying to ease the sadness in your eyes.

"But you'll find someone who will love you the way you deserve." His words seemed to be genuine.

You smiled at him and let one tear fall. “I hope you’re right.”

"I know I'm right."

His tone was firm and he appeared to be quite sure about you finding someone new and great.

"But now it's time to go, we shouldn't spend more time together. You know how this works. It would just complicate things even more."

He took a glance at the necklace around your neck one last time and then smiled.

"Keep this, please. I want you to think of everything that happened whenever you see it and remember it with a smile."

You nod and take a step back. “Goodbye, Max”, you said before turning around and walking away. "Goodbye“, he mumbled.

He watched you as you left and couldn’t help but feeling a sense of sadness because he won't be seeing you again.

He will move on with his life, now fully dedicated to Kelly.

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flyin-shark · 9 months

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thoughts on antitheism?

tldr: I agree with antitheism but I’m not very vocal about it since I don’t think that’s the best way to change minds.

I ended up writing a whole essay on this so prepare yourselves.

I think everyone should believe in as many true things and as few false things as possible. For that we need a reliable way or method of determining what’s true and what isn’t true. We should also not accept something as true or not true without first applying some methodology to it. Faith is not a reliable source of truth since you can believe in anything (including false things) using faith.

I think believing in a god is bad because you’re believing in something without sufficient evidence (unless you have sufficient evidence for god in which case a lot of people would love to see it including me).

But that’s more about why I’m an atheist than an antitheist. I think believing in a very basic god or a deistic god that just started the universe and did nothing else isn’t too problematic besides the fact that we don’t have enough evidence to accept that as true. Most theists however believe in some kind of god that has certain rules for everyone to follow. Often sending people to a certain afterlife depending on whether they met certain conditions or not. This can cause many problems.

I’m speaking from a Christian-centric standpoint so forgive me for not talking about other gods and religions. I think the concept of hell is abhorrent. Especially if you’re going to claim that your god is all-loving or omni-benevolent. No one should be tortured for eternity. Period. People grow up believing hell is real and often have nightmares about going there and being tortured just for having doubts, not forgiving someone, being lgbtq, or otherwise doing something ‘sinful’ that is actually just a normal human experience.

I’d argue that heaven isn’t good either. Imagine having to sing someone’s praises for all of eternity. Imagine supposedly existing in a state of pure bliss and happiness while knowing that billions of people are burning for eternity. Most of them being in hell simply for not believing the same god as you or any god at all. Feeling pure happiness while being aware of that fact is a contradiction to me.

I think a lot of things within Christianity that are taught as good things are actually not as good as they seem. Forgiveness seems like a good thing on the surface but consider that you don’t actually need to forgive anyone. Forgiving someone is what you do when you’re ready to put something behind you and move on. If someone harms you in a way that you can never trust them again then you aren’t obligated to forgive them. Forgiveness is for the victim to give at their discretion not anyone else. You shouldn’t feel ashamed for not being able to forgive someone. Also it’s strange to me that the person causing harm can ask god for forgiveness and be forgiven. God wasn’t involved. God wasn’t the victim. He has no standing to forgive anyone at all.

As I said at the beginning I agree with antitheism and I accept the label but I don’t usually use it. If you’re trying to change minds then I think there’s a few effective ways of doing that. Simply being a good person and an atheist can shake some people’s convictions since a lot of them are told that atheists can’t be good people. Another way is to focus on asking questions and “planting seeds” if you will. Asking what they think about hell, slavery, or specific contradictions in the Bible won’t make them stop believing immediately but it might make them start asking questions. Look into street epistemology.

Starting arguments with theists and immediately bringing up all of these points isn’t an effective strategy to me. It’s better to get to know the person and what they as an individual believe. You should find common ground and work from there. I should specify I’m just talking about talking to theists on an individual level. This isn’t a “debate in the marketplace of ideas” take.

In short, God is not love. God is a monster and it is morally virtuous to rebel against him. Good thing there’s no good reason to think he exists.

There’s a lot I probably forgot to mention here but anyway. I’m curious what everyone else thinks about the subject.

#shark sayin stuff #atheism #anti theism #skepticism

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logically-asexual · 9 months

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Ladybird

summary:

Cat Noir faces Dream Fairy, an villain that puts sleeping children into a spell so they won’t wake up. Ladybug can’t help him so he has to find someone he trusts to take her place in this battle. If you follow me you can guess who it will be.

Could happen during season 4.

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leave a comment if you want!! just no season 5 spoilers please, i’ve only seen the first half ^-^

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Cat Noir smiled as he felt the fresh night air of Paris against his face. It was late and everyone else was asleep, his suit blended into the sky, and no one would tell him what to do. He knew he shouldn’t use his powers for personal reasons, but he hadn’t been able to get any sleep, only tossing and turning in bed for hours. Besides, he had agreed with Ladybug that they would patrol the city once per day, and nobody specified it had to be during daylight hours.

He was about to break his record of leaping over four buildings in one jump when a flashing light in the distance caught his attention, followed by the sound of loud cackling. His expression dropped. So there would be work to do, after all.

He used the repeating flashes to track the villain and follow after them. Once he was close enough, he heard her yell “None of you little brats will be able to interrupt my sleep ever again!” as she shot bright rays of light into every window along the street.

He was able to tackle the person (an exhausted mother, maybe?) while she was distracted, crashing both of them into the sidewalk.

The villain, dressed in an extravagant costume that reminded him of Maleficient, recovered from the hit quickly. “Cat Noir!” she scowled, “You know what time it is? Children like you shouldn’t be roaming the streets! But don’t worry, Dream Fairy will fix that soon.”

She pointed her staff at him, which had a green glowing orb at the end. He managed to move out of the way before the magic shot got him. The akuma was surely in that staff, but he needed to wait for Ladybug to destroy it so she could capture and de-evilize it before it flew away. Deciding to stall her as he waited for his partner, he jumped away and ran through the city, the witch close behind him.

He landed on a windowsill and tried to call Ladybug, but she wouldn’t pick up. While he was distracted, it was the villain’s turn to crash into him and send them both falling into the house. He found himself in the middle of his own foyer.

“I smell a little brat lives here!” Dream Fairy turned towards his, well, Adrien’s bedroom door at the top of the stairs. “But he’s not asleep like he should…”

Cat Noir tried to get a hold of her staff, but she was too quick. On the corner of his vision he saw Nathalie struggling with the crutches to run out of her room.

He shielded himself from the rays of light with his own staff, and said “Don’t worry ma’am! I’ve got everything under control!”

Ironically, at that same moment the villain slipped away and made a run for Adrien’s bedroom, only to be faced with Nathalie now blocking the way and swiftly evading every attack, even with her limited mobility.

Cat Noir distracted the woman again and attempted to lead her out of the house. The battle continued, until Tikki was suddenly next to his face holding Ladybug’s earrings. He kept sparring with the villain as he spoke to her.

“Tikki? What’s going on? Where’s Ladybug?”

“We have a problem! My owner is asleep and I couldn’t wake her up! She seems to be under some spell. I tried to find someone else to use her powers today but all our other allies were the same!”

“We need Ladybug to capture the akuma,” he said between strikes, “there’s no way I’m making it without her!”

Wearing the earrings himself wasn’t even an option, he had no experience wearing two miraculous at once, let alone the most powerful ones! He leaped away right before being hit with a magical ray, which gave way for the villain to run back towards the stairs.

Nathalie, still guarding the bedroom door, didn’t waste any time punching Dream Fairy right on the nose, knocking her out. Cat Noir looked at her in awe. He had an idea.

He grabbed Nathalie’s hand and pulled her into her bedroom, with Tikki following after him.

“Nathalie, right? I need your help.”

“Wait—“ she tried to get back out, but Cat Noir stopped her, saying that he had already made sure Adrien would be safe. He was touched by her worry and her eagerness to protect him, but he had no time to waste.

“Nathalie Sancoeur, here’s the miraculous of the ladybug, which grants the power of creation. You will use it for the greater good.” He held eye contact with her and noticed that her stare grew panicked while he spoke. “Once the—“

“Me? No, you don’t want me, I can’t even walk properly!”

“Don’t worry! The suit enhances all physical abilities! And I saw you fighting just now, you’re awesome already! I need someone strong, intelligent, and trustworthy, and—“

“No,” she interrupted, “you don’t want to trust me.”

Nathalie couldn’t believe she was this situation. She knew Gabriel would want her to take this opportunity and finally get what they were both after this whole time. The jewels he so desperately wanted were right in front of her, being handed to her on a silver platter, and she, of all people, would be the one giving them to him. Everything in her knew that she should take advantage of this, even if she had to defeat Gabriel’s akumatized villain first, but there was a voice in the back of her head that forced her to hesitate, only made louder by the kind look on the superhero’s wide green eyes.

“You’re Gabriel Agreste’s executive assistant, right? If he relies on you for his work then you must deserve this honor. You are the most trustworthy person I kno— I mean— here!”

Cat Noir smiled at her, and something in his eyes reminded him of when Adrien was little, begging for her not to tell his mom that he had stolen a cookie from the kitchen, not afraid, but hopeful, because he knew she would cave in eventually. She always did, as she did now.

She would end up disappointing the boy either way, sooner or later. Might as well get something out of it.

She took the pair of earrings, switched them with her own, and attentively listened when Cat Noir explained the basic information about her powers, all of which Nathalie was already aware of, but he didn’t know that. Soon, they were ready.

“Tikki, spots on!”

Her glasses and crutches were gone, leaving only a magic suit and mask behind. Her suit wasn’t very different from the girl’s apart from the fact that the colors on Nathalie’s were inverted. Her hair didn’t change a lot either, with her bun now higher up and two red strands of hair hanging loose next to either side of her face.

“A pleasure to meet you…” Cat Noir waited.

“Ladybird,” she completed. The word felt foreign on her mouth, but it was all that came to mind.

Cat Noir opened the door for her and led the way to the villain, who was now standing from the place on the floor where they had left her.

It took a few minutes to get the hang of her weapon. She was skilled when it came to self defense, but her aim had never been great. She found that her power and her enhanced vision improved it somewhat, once she got familiar with the shape and mass of the object she was throwing. She was able to use it to block the rays from hitting Cat Noir and to distract Dream Fairy, who had forgotten about Adrien and was now giving them her full attention.

Cat Noir insisted on being the one at the front, leading the battle while she supported him any way she could. They knew they had to get to the staff, but Dream Fairy was too agile and avoided them with ease.

Growing frustrated, Cat Noir suggested for her to summon the lucky charm. She followed his instruction and stepped away to call the power. In her hands now was a… a DVD copy of Solitude, with Emilie on the cover. Was this some kind of joke?

The black cat struggled defending himself while she stared at the movie. She remembered that Gabriel had his own copy in the safe behind his wife’s portrait, which gave her an idea. She called for the villain’s attention offering her the miraculous and ran into Gabriel’s office.

Dream Fairy ran after her, trying to hit her with her staff but missing every attempt. Nathalie walked backwards into the room until she was in position right next to the painting.

“Cat Noir, your cataclysm!” As she spoke, the villain attempted to take her apparent distraction as a chance to strike, but was met with a perfectly-timed hit in the face with the frame of the painting. She stumbled backwards before Nathalie slid the DVD case across the floor so the woman slipped on it. “Now!”

In the fall, Dream Fairy let go of her staff, which Cat Noir was able to get mid-air and destroy. As always, the dark butterfly flew out of the object. Nathalie went through the famous following motions, de-evelizing the creature. Then, she picked up the movie and threw it upwards and said, “Miraculous Ladybird!”

Swarms of ladybugs flew all around them, fixing the broken window, the dented frame of the portrait, and the staff, now turned into a flashlight. The disoriented woman who used to be Dream Fairy tried to stand up, but soon lost balance and dropped back to the floor, sleeping peacefully at last.

Ladybird felt relief for the poor woman, who must have been awake for one-too-many nights in a row. Her attention then was brought back to Cat Noir, who was holding up a closed fist at her, offering the victory gesture the heroes always did. She looked down at his hand, the ring on his finger was blinking.

Through his shared vision with the akuma, Gabriel knew that Cat Noir and someone had just defeated his villain in his office before losing contact with them, so he would probably wait a while to come out, to avoid being discovered. Nathalie was on her own. It was now or never.

“Sorry,” she muttered. In a blink, with a flick of her wrist the yo-yo flew around Cat Noir and immobilized him. All tied up, he lost balance and fell over with a soft thud. His alarmed eyes shifted from side to side, but he didn’t get enough time to figure out how to escape before she took the ring from him.

Ladybird took the ring from his hand and wore it in her own, ignoring the green light of his transformation on the edges of her vision. Still looking down at the miraculous, she took a deep breath. She would be clear with the wish, making sure the life that would be taken in exchange wouldn’t be anyone else’s but her own.

“Tikki, Plagg, unif—“

“Nathalie, no!” the boy interrupted.

She finally looked up gasped, stumbling a few steps back. The world froze for a moment, the air in the room suddenly cold enough to make her body tremble as she saw who was laying on the floor in front of her.

“Adrien,” she barely whispered.

“Wh— Why are you doing this?” He appeared to be on the verge of tears, a state she would probably share soon, not yet believing this was real.

“That's… that’s impossible.” Her head turned between him, Emily’s portrait, and the ring on her finger. Not enough air was getting into her lungs, maybe she had hit her head and she was currently the one on the floor and this was all her imagination, product of a concussion. Maybe she had dreamed this entire night and the sound of her alarm clock would wake her up at any moment.

A part of her brain registered a shift in the air behind her. Then, two hands yanking away her earrings fully brought her back to reality. Every last drop of strength left her body along with the magical suit, causing her knees to buckle and she came crashing down. It was as if the exhaustion and pain she had avoided during the fight had accumulated and now she had to take it all back.

Nathalie couldn’t make out the fuming words of the girl who must have been the actual owner of the ladybug miraculous. She could see she was wearing a gray and white costume and sunglasses as she put on her earrings. She argued with the ladybug kwami, and Adrien chimed in a few times. It surprised her to see him standing up, before her mind caught up with the fact that her powers were gone, and so was the yo-yo and the string that had been restraining him.

Nathalie tried to discern more details of the situation but her vision was fogging up and she felt like everything was crumbling around her. She was about to lose consciousness when a bright light forced her back. Ladybug left through the portal she had just opened carrying the de-akumatized person as Adrien ran to Nathalie’s side.

He helped her sit up and explained what he had discussed with the superheroine. She couldn’t understand much of what he said at the beginning, but slowly she was able to take in less shallow breaths and comprehend more of his speech. She gathered some general ideas. He had said that he didn’t tell Ladybug everything that had happened to protect his identity, and that he had asked her to leave them alone and let Adrien and Cat Noir manage things.

Then, she realized he was asking her a question. She blinked at him for a couple seconds before registering the words. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered. She tried to give him proof of her statement and managed to stand up, but she couldn’t bring herself to take a step forward. The shaking of her legs convinced her that she would fall if she tried. “You should get back to bed.”

“Wait.” He moved to stand in front of her, as if he would be the only thing blocking her from leaving the room. “Please tell me, why did you do that?”

She bit her lip. She was in no condition, physical or mental, to have this conversation. What could she say that would reveal just enough to satisfy his curiosity, and not too much to raise any more questions?

A part of the truth should be good enough. “I wanted to make a wish.”

“You know about the wish?”

She swallowed. “Uh, yes. I’ve seen the news, I’ve heard about it.”

The sadness in Adrien’s eyes pierced into her own. This shouldn’t be happening. She should be the one protecting him. Still, his voice was full of kindness. “I know it sounds like an easy solution to any problem, but it’s more complicated than that. The balance of the universe has to be maintained, which means every wish comes with a price. If you wanted to cure your illness someone else would have to fall ill in your place, and that’s… well… it’s not fair.”

Nathalie knew about the price of the wish. He was right. Things were more complicated than they appeared, but she couldn’t explain the real reason why to Adrien. It was neither the moment nor the place. It wasn’t even a job for her to do, it was his father’s. “That’s… not what I wanted,” she muttered. It bothered her that he could think she would do something so selfish.

“It’s okay, I didn’t know that at the beginning either. Now you know you see, it’s better this way.”

As offensive as it was, she would have to let him believe that he guessed the wish she intended to make correctly, and hopefully he would forgive her and not interrogate further.

Adrien smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but smile back, until he extended his hand to her and she remembered today’s discovery.

The ring was in its disguised form, all silver, just like Adrien had worn it the entire time. As she took it off and held it between her index and thumb, it turned back to black and the green paw appeared in the center. She should have known it, and yet not even now could she fully believe it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he said, “I do think you’re the most trustworthy person in the world, but we had to keep our identities a secret from everyone. You’re… not going to tell father, are you?”

Memories came to her of all those moments when both Mayura and Hawkmoth had faced the heroes. Focused on their goals and thinking of the superheroes as nothing but obstacles to them, it was easy to attack with no restraint or care for the children behind the masks. Now everything was different. It had been Adrien, all this time. The girl behind the red spotted mask might be infuriating, but she was someone’s daughter, too. Why had it taken all this for her to actually acknowledge it? Was ruining these children’s lives really worth it?

All her experiences up until this point were altered under this new perspective. She wondered if Gabriel would feel the same if he knew. Would he stop if he did? “I… don’t think I can lie to your father.” She had to tell him. What if Hawkmoth chose to fight in person again? What was Nathalie supposed to do then? She closed her fist around the ring. “I also don’t think I could stand to keep watching you get hurt.”

Adrien went on a long speech defending himself, arguing that the suit made him nearly invulnerable, that he and Ladybug always had each other’s backs and always came up with a solution, that he was never more worried about the akumatized villains injuring him than he was about Hawkmoth harming his victims as they were used for his nefarious purposes.

If only he knew, Nathalie thought. If only he knew why his father was doing this. But, as usual, it wasn’t her place to speak, so she just frowned at him, not yet persuaded.

“Please,” he was now begging, “if my father finds out he will never let me out of the house again! I don’t want to be a prisoner for the rest of my life! It’ll be even worse than before I went to school.” He grabbed her from both arms, almost pouting. “I know what I’m doing, just trust me. You don’t have to lie to him, you just have to keep doing everything the same way you did up until today. Please!”

As he dragged on the last word and looked up at her with the same puppy eyes that had convinced her to take the magical earrings earlier, she felt once again cornered. No truth was more universal than the fact that when an Agreste wanted something from her, they would get it. She simply sighed and handed over the ring back to him.

He immediately squeezed the air out of her in a hug, which she returned to the best of her ability. She had promised Emilie that she would protect Adrien, but she never expected that to be such a difficult task. However, that didn’t mean that she would simply give up.

After a minute the boy pulled away. She had been leaning some of her weight on him, so he noticed her effort to stay upright after losing his support. He called for his transformation with a wide smile. Looking into those green eyes now, she couldn’t believe she ever thought they belonged to anyone else but Emilie’s son. He held an arm around her, and carried her back to her bedroom.

Cat Noir thanked her and hugged her one last time before leaving to find Ladybug and explain his version of what had happened earlier. Luckily, all the girl knew was that her kwami had left with the earrings to find a temporal holder and she figured out she would find them at the Agreste Mansion once she followed the villain’s signs of destruction on the streets. She probably assumed Cat Noir had hidden once Nathalie had taken his ring and the secret of his identity was safe.

Nathalie watched from her window as the boy jumped from one rooftop to another, disappearing into the night. Before bed she would delete the footage from the cameras in the house, then she would sleep, and then… that was to be determined.

She would have to think carefully about what she would do about Gabriel now. Adrien didn’t know the scope of the burden he had put on her. She didn’t know how the man would react if he found that his son was Cat Noir, but she was sure that if Gabriel ever found out that she had known Cat Noir’s identity and hadn’t told him, he would be furious. If she was honest, sometimes Nathalie was just as scared of him as Adrien was.

Unfortunately, she had no choice now. The matter was delicate so her actions should be the same. She would have to thread carefully until she could find a solution that hopefully didn’t end with Gabriel losing his mind, Adrien getting hurt, and her being fired. For now, she’d have to act natural, while she pretended her world hadn’t been shattered around her and completely differently rebuilt in a single night.

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #nathalie sancoeur #adrien agreste #chat noir #cat noir #why do people spell it the french way when it’s literally Cat in the show #mlb #lunas writing

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thunderclaw100 · 4 months

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*Scene part 1*

Viper just got out of a meeting with some of his colleagues. It’s about the project he was working on. Genetic engineering. A topic he brought up to the group and specify what he want’s done to get it in motion. Viper left the meeting with a smirk on his face after seeing the expressions on those irkens face after telling them they’ll be doing extra work.

“Those poor fools.” He said to himself.

Viper hummed as he walked down a less busy hallway on the massive. He’s heading to the cafeteria for a bite to eat. He came across an open room door along the way. He thought nothing of it until he felt himself being grabbed and pulled inside.

“What the FUCK?!”

He hissed and took out two of his pak legs in defense. Viper thought he was under attack, but soon saw that the person who grabbed him was no threat at all. It turned out to be that little light blue vortian from the other science unit.

“Soren, you little rascal! Why did you grab me like that? I would have stabbed you right now if I hadn’t notice it was you.” Viper put away his pak legs then watched as the vortian shuts the door behind him.

“What the heck where you saying in there, Viper?Genetic engineering with others species?”

“Awww, so you were listening?” Viper teased.

“You were hyping everyone up with the idea of mixing Irken and other aliens genetic material in the most disgusting way possible!” Soren said.

“Oh relax. It was just a theory I was testing. I wanted to see if we were on the same page.” Viper shrugged.

“By stealing DNA?!”

the tall Irken rolled his eyes. Of course Soren would object the ideas for the project he’s making. Viper wished he’d stay out of irken business. For a minute, he took notice of the room that they are in. It’s small and had three chairs. A hover table and an electro light in a glass container behind them.

“I don’t need to hear you protest about my work, Soren. Don’t you have your own unit to pester?”

“Don’t try to change the subject! This is serious. You can’t mess with genetics this way.”

“Why not? Tampering with the gene pool is what made my species grow to advance.” Viper told him. He doesn’t see what the problem is with this argument. Soren is being fussy for no reason.

“But tampering with others will NOT! Heed my words, Irken. You shouldn’t mess with the natural order of life’s creations. How would you even know this thing could work anyway?” Soren asked.

“Easy. We’ll bring in test subjects. All the alien races that the empire has already concurred and enslaved. One from each will have their DNA taken and analyze for any valuable traits to that be gathered and stored into the collective. And it won’t just be that! There are some species out there with abilities we can only dream of having. With this research we can even have that in our system. Just think about how POWERFUL the Irken race will be once we have a whole new generation of super soldiers?!”

“Do you hear yourself, Viper? That’s insane talking!” Soren pointed at him with an accusing finger. The Irken’s eye twitched at the gesture.

“No. That’s me planning a whole new future for the irken empire. I don’t expect you to understand.”

“It’s not natural. You’ll be making freaks out of nothing. Is cloning yourselves not good enough for you? Taking your concurred slaves, stealing their DNA, experimenting on them just for the hell of it. That’s crazy, Viper. Even for you….”

The tall Irken glared down at him after those words. “As if you vortians are any cleaner with your OWN experiments. There’s no room for you to judge me, Soren, when you’re following the orders from the tallest. You dissected that alien, Pollfix, didn’t you?”

How dare this Irken make this about him? Soren may not have been “invited” to the meeting but after eavesdropping on the conversation from outside of the room, he was certain that Viper was dodging something when one of his staff members asked a very specific question on his whereabouts during Hexer’s supposed disappearance/death.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here, Viper.”

“A game I plan to win! Now if you’ll excuse me. I have a cafeteria to visit. See yourself out. Later, shorty!”

With that said, Viper walked out of the room. Leaving a aggravated vortian. clenching his hands into fist. Glaring at the open door. “One of these days, Viper, you’re going to regret your decision and pay dearly for it. When that time comes, I’ll be the one laughing in your face and say: I told you so!”

#invader zim #fanart #oc #irken #vortian #Viper #Soren

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perpetually-sad-but-its-fine · 1 year

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11x09 of chicago fire

this recap is already scaring me

uh oh

empty bed

where’s kelly???

iS STELLA WEARING KELLY’S SHIRT???

oh god

is this another jay and hailey thing????

i can't do that again

i cannot

im not strong enough

im getting hailey and jay vibes

ahhhh

joe and chloe and javi!!!

the cruz family!!

joe and cruz are adorable and I love them to death

wait a minute

wait a goddamn minute

caITLIN CARVER???

yoU MEAN EMMA JACOBS???

WHY THE HELL IS SHE IN THIS EPISODE????

WHAT

i don't wanna google anything to see whether im correct or not bc of spoilers

but im rlly hoping im wrong

uh oh

herrman is coming at gallo

and im absolutely loving it

we love grumpy!dad!herrman

ritter and violet’s little smirk at ‘you must have made a big impact on her’ is peak dumbass besties

where is this even going??

is herrman going to punch gallo??

oh what

this went in a completely different direction

oh poor gallo

‘don't be an idiot gallo’

as if idiot isn’t his middle name

oh my god

this accident scene

how does a person even get there??

awww

stella and kelly being an absolute power couple

professional power couple

we love to see it

jesus christ

why is it when we need a civilian to help it’s always some bs about how they need someone’s approval

whY CANT YOU JUST HELP

ITS SOMEONE LIFE

bro who the hell is this worker???

WHERE IS YOUR COMPASSION

this scene is rlly cool tho

oh no the bIKE

THE BIKE

ITS GONNA FALL

I CAN FEEL IT

ITS FALLING

OH MY GOD

carver’s gonna lower the bridge isn't he?

oh hes gonna do it

oh damn

that door kick

excuse me sir??

that was unnecessarily sexy

how dare you

like???

HE DID A FULL TWIRL AND THEN KICKED THE DOOR

oh god

this bridge control thing is gonna become a problem isn't it??

why do i feel like carver’s gonna get kicked out of 51 bc of this??

damn that was intense

gallo and herrman

‘dude, no’

‘i have to. my conciense is killing me. I mean, look at him, he’s such a decent man.’

*herrman snatching the newspaper from tony without a second thought*

iS HE RLLY GONNA DO THIS NOW????

oh thank you ritter

thank you for being the only one w/ common sense

‘wait until he’s in a very good mood.’

‘when is he ever in a good mood’

‘never. that’s my point.’

‘what the hell kinda advice is that?’

we love chaotic besties

they’re fantastic

the fact that boden has to specify that they shouldn't vote for themselves is just *chefs kiss*

OH OH

DYLAN AND SYLVIE AGAIN???

‘yeah well, at least youre not overthinking it.’

*sylvie cutely glaring*

uh oh

kidd and carver and boden

this is bc of the bridge thing isn't it

oH BULLSHIT

ABSOLUTE BULL

B U L L S H I T

good god

this is just great

fantastic

entitled little shit

uh oh kelly

god

please don't let this be another jay and hailey

please

im begging you

kelly please listen to your wife

please

just listen to her

thank you kelly

youre a great husband

thank you for listening

gallo ‘subtly’ advocating for herrman

SYLVIE FALLING FOR IT

PLEASE

ritter coming in like ‘seriously’

HE SAID IT TOO

‘seriously?’

‘im trying to make amends’

‘youre harassing voters’

‘it’s called campaigning’

‘it’s called electioneering, actually’

‘potato, po-tah-to’

‘no’

*whack*

kidd and carver could be besties

i could see it

‘or worse, lose your temper’

‘me? never.’

*motherly glare from stella*

THEY COULD BE BESTIES

‘we need you here.’

carver looking slightly abashed

‘...to make us all feel better about our drinking habits’

this interaction is GOLDEN

carver pointing out their development is fantastic

we love to see it

oh god

gallo

this again???

AHHHH

JOE AND JAVI AND CHLOE BECOMING A FAMILY

YESSS

ITS HAPPENING

THIS IS SO SWEET

oh god mood change

pryma

damn

bossy kelly

we love it

cOME ONE GALLO

GIVE IT A REST

BE MORE SUBLTE

‘herrman’s like a father to me’

‘since when?’

KYLIE

YOURE SO BEAUTIFUL

OH GOD

IAD

ITS JACOBS ISNT IY

ITS GONNA BE FUCKING JACOBS

OH MY FUCKIN GOD

I KNEW IT

FUCK OFF JACOBS

LEAVE

L E A V E

GET THE FUCK OUT

GOD I CANT HANDLE THIS

violet please do

please claw her eyes out

ill help you

K I L L H E R

‘i got the feeling that she has a little baggage here’

‘oh, there's a whole luggage rack’

poor violet

they can't give heR A FUCKIN BREAK

god

poor carver

javi and joe

father-son duo to love and cherish

truly

‘a great sense of style’

he says this like he didn't buy a fuckin tracksuit in season eight for a party

‘style’

sure joe

sure

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

omg

pryma and kelly

this'll be fun

oh god

how's this gonna go

kelly dont do something stupid

please

don't fuck this up

im begging you

‘my wife’

i get so happy hearing that

and then i hear the full sentence

and i scream

please let this go well

please

p l e a s e

P L E A S E

coME ON KELLY

KELLY

BE FUCKIN REASONABLE

P L E A S E

this could be promising

oh damn kelly

fire cop coming out to play

we love to see it

gallo

please

youre overthinking this

tony and capp

a dynamic duo

they're great

damn ritter

youre in on it too

wow

carver

whatre you gonna do

don't do something idiotic

please

carver and kidd

such besties

god if they get rid of carver, ill riot

HES A GOOD CHARACTER

I LIKE HIM

DONT GET RID OF HIM

oh god

where's this going now

jacobs

fuck off

now

leave

oh thank god

wait

this is a catch

there has to be

there is not a snowball’s chance in hell

jacobs is doing them a favor

where's this gonna go

also

TWO?

WHAT WAS THE FIRST ONE?

CARVER

leave her

violet

punch her

claw her eyes out

do it

emma

i don't like you

i probably never will

leave

oooo

who is it????

HERMANN

oh god

gallo

shut up

oh damn

miami of ohio

ritter’s face

its a meme

the best plot-twist ever

CRUZ FAMILY

ohhhh

hes wearing the suit!!!

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE

they're the greatest family ever

and little otis!!

can you tell that im getting emotional?

bc i am

JAVIER ALEJANDRO CRUZ

OH MY GODDD

THIS IS SO FUCKIN WHOLESOME

THEIR ENTIRE FAMILY

oh god

gallo

don't do this

not now

please don't

im begging you

‘I slept with your niece’

how eloquent

the best way to break the news

what's this now??

what's happening??

im now scared

pryma

MARTUCCI

GOOD GOD

THATS HOW THEY GET MARTUCCI????

BY SHOOTING BLINDLY??

good god

my hands are shaking

all of these ppl better leave the situation alive

istfg

whAT

ROCKET PROPELLED GRENADE???

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

ofc there’s no bomb squad

of course

why would there be??

oH MY GOD WAIT

CARVER’S GONNA DIE ISNT HE

PLEASE GOD NO

SOMETHINGS GONNA HAPPEN TO CARVER AND HES GONNA BE GONE FROM THE HOUSE

I CAN FEEL IT IN MY SOUL

I DONT WANT HIM TO LEAVE

ohhhh

kelly

worried!husband!kelly

my love

its okay

oh god pryma

this isn't gonna end well

of course all of the odds are against them

of course

KELLY

PLEASE DONT DO SOMETHING STUPID

my heart rate is unnaturally high

this is not good

im too nervous for this

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED

TAKE COVER???

THAT HAPPENED SO FAST

CARVER???

STELLA???

ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING MEE

CARVER’S DEAD

I REALLY HOPE HE ISNT

BUT CHANCES ARE

HE IS

NOOO

NOOOOOOO

#*kissy kissy* watches chicago fire #stella kidd #sam carver #kelly severide #violet mikami #blake gallo #chicago fire spoilers #chicago fire 11x09 #chicago fire 11x09 spoilers

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naraven · 9 months

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it's time. to crash a wedding, of course.

school is starting again so im not gonna be able to write as much as i have the past few days :(( breaching the 3k point milestone with this bad boy hehehehe

wc // 700

tw // forced marriage

“…And he never bought me flowers. Ever! Two whole years and not a single bouquet. I can’t stand it!”

Ven takes sip of their tea. What was meant to be a brief summary of the whole problem had devolved into a two-hour rant about the commissioner’s past relationship. Said relationship was what lead to this whole commission in the first place, as the lady’s ex-lover had sent a wedding invitation to her a week prior.

“That’s rather despicable.”

“Right!? That poor girl, getting married to him… I can’t stand this! We must save her.”

In a way, she was right. The main point of this commission was to crash the wedding, but it never detailed anything about the bride being crashed.

“Alright then. Let’s get back on topic about interrupting the wedding first.”

“Oh, of course. Ahem, here’s the plan. When they are just about to consummate the marriage, you go in and distract that horrible piece of shit man while I grab the young lady. In my eyes, she is simply not for him.”

“Okay, how are we going to run away?”

Her smile scares them.

“I have that down. Just make sure that motherfucker’s attention is on you while I make our escape first, it shouldn’t even take 5 minutes!”

~~~

“Speak now, or forever- “

“I fucking object, you bastard!”

Gasps and shrieks echo around the cathedral, scandalously turning their neck towards the giant doors of the room.

“Wha- you! What are you doing here!?”

“You bastard, you sent me an invite to this shitshow!”

The lady screamed furiously, pointing fiercely as the crowd continued to murmur and point at the both of them.

“I may be biased, but you really ought to treat women a lot better, Sir.”

As the lady grabs the wrist of the bride, Ven steps in and polearm in hand.

“What? And who the hell are you!?”

“An accomplice of sorts. Don’t try anything foolish, this is all legal.”

At the sight of a weapon many of the attendee’s gasp. Some of them even started trying to leave the cathedral in fear of getting hurt.

“Are you insane!? Security! Where is security!?”

“Ugh.”

They throw the weapon to the side and knock the groom out with a solid hit to the back of his head.

“Miss, are you done?”

“L-Let go! What’s happening right now…?”

Ven grabs her other arm. “Sorry, Miss, please come with us. We’ll explain everything in a bit.”

“Yeah! Our getaway driver is over there, follow me!”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Ven flings open the door and follows the two women as they speedwalk to the back of the building. As they turn the corner, there seems to be nothing there.

“Alright, you two ready?”

Ven looks around everywhere: up, down, left, behind them, but there’s nothing anywhere to get them away from the current standing.

“Where’s your getaway, Miss?”

She grins, pointing out into the air.

“See that? It’s coming this way!”

Ven turns their head to spot… Nothing. There wasn’t there.

“You’re going to have to specify.”

“The aquabus! You have a geo vision, can you make a platform to the platform?”

They snap towards her. “The what!?”

“The aquabus!”

“I heard you the first time, what!?”

“Hurry! It’s coming, we have to be quick!”

Ven conjures up a very makeshift platform to the aquabus. They can hear the motors of the vessel as they run further and further down the platform.

“Now! Up, up!”

“Stop rushing me, please!”

Ven swoops up the path to spiral upwards. They lead as the two women trail hot on their heels.

The Melusine on board’s voice could be heard from this place. Ven hoisted the two onto the aquabus’ course as it approached quickly.

“Jump!”

~~~

“Thank you two…”

As Ven and the commissioner detailed the end of their exchange, the bride approached them timidly.

“That man… He offered a lot of money to my parents to have us wed. He… He was a nightmare to work with. Thank you both so much.”

Ven glances at the commissioner. Her face sours at the mention of the groom.

“Don’t worry. I’ll do anything I can to help you from that man.” She flexes her arm. “Plus, we already got him once. With this, it’ll be easier to bring that creep to jail.”

The bride tears up at her words.

Ven decides to leave the commission payment at a later date and leaves the two women to talk about their future plans.

Ugh. These commissions really were getting weirder and weirder.

#astronetwrk #astro ebg

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405rew-twain · 1 year

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Week 3 - Meditating on Realism

I feel as if I’ve never actually read an author of the literary canon write about writing before — not that I think Mark Twain’s inventing the concept here, mind you, but these kinds of metacommentaries on the act of writing stand little interest to the literary critic, I suppose. Death of the author and all that. It also seems even more exceedingly rare that you get to read an author so thoroughly lambast another as you do with Twain’s Fenimore Cooper’s Literary Offenses.

I should specify that it seems like Twain’s intent here lies in pointing out how Cooper’s works tend towards theatrical ideals of the romantic without much considerate thought or intention put behind them; Cooper’s total lack of observation skills, Twain posits, makes it incredibly difficult to deliver compelling “situations” (per pg. 381). All this, in theory, I agree with. Fiction entirely diverged from the realities of those things you’re writing about hardly makes for something compelling (and tends to be the downfall of amateur writers), but it’s that key word I want to hone in on. Realities. Realism.

Take this passage a little later on, for instance, where Twain breaks down the inaccuracies of Cooper’s physical measurements:

“Did the Indians notice that there was going to be a tight squeeze there? Did they notice that they could make money by climbing down out of that arched sapling and just stepping aboard when the ark scraped by? No; other Indians would have noticed these things, but Cooper’s Indians never notice anything. Cooper thinks they are marvellous creatures for noticing, but he was almost always in error about his Indians” (per pages 382-383).

Authors need a sense of reality and the observational skills to obtain them, that much of Twain’s argument is true, but the semantics of this particularly passage highlight those key problems of realism for me. His focus here on the minutiae of imaginary measurements’ plausibility (would Twain have enjoyed tearing apart the finer mechanics of interstellar light speed travel in science fiction, I wonder?) points towards this prizing of perfecting “objective” representations of “reality” — something I find incredibly rooted in Western neurotypical perspectives. Wilda L White uses the term “consensus reality” (per her article “Re-writing the Master Narrative”) to describe the mentally normate position, which I find helpful in getting to the meat of the “realism” problem. Realism is foremost concerned about “objective” representations of material things, without much regard for how our specific cultural contexts inform how we rhetorically give weight to said “material” things. (We might, for instance, prize auditory communication as fundamental to the “objective” reality of human socializing, but this mode doesn’t even exist in the worlds of those in the D/deaf community.) Realism finds its credence in the nuances of limited human perception, and doubly so when it comes to the act of literary representations. An effective literary representation of “reality” shouldn’t so much attend to those “objectivities,” as Twain tries to do with his measurement example, but instead ask how well its representations reflect the specific and individual realities of the work. To his credit, Twain does that in the rest of the piece, but his preoccupation with exact measurements here seems to go against his broader point.

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acacia-may · 2 years

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Finesse Calmreich Fanfictions Masterlist

Organized By Relationship (Familial, Platonic, or Romantic is indicated). All stories are rated either G or T (for language and/or thematic elements).

Links are to Tumblr posts unless otherwise specified.

Finesse Calmreich and Finral Roulacase (Friendship):

From the Ground Up -- The last thing Langris wants is to intrude on Lady Finesse’s birthday. When she asks him to stay and spend the afternoon with her, however, he can’t find it in him to deny her—even if he can’t understand why she wouldn’t rather just spend her birthday with Finral and his perfect gift. He has always felt wedged into their story where he didn’t belong, but he might just discover that he is the only one who feels this way. Maybe there is a place for him in the story after all… Rated G.

Sweet Like Cherries -- Domestic and Family Fluff in a future where Finesse is married to Langris and Finral is married to Vanessa. Rated T for one bad word but otherwise just fluffy. Finesse’s POV.

Through A Rainy Window (AO3) -- Langris and Finesse become friends while adjusting to Finral’s absence and their arranged marriage betrothal. Rated G

Finesse Calmreich and Finral Roulacase (Love/Friendship):

I’ll Be Waiting (AO3) -- Finral shouldn't have been surprised--he had known it all along that it would be Langris who would one day be the heir to House Vaude. He had expected it, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. He had no choice now but to leave home. There was no place for him here. He knew he should just slip out quietly without drawing too much attention to himself, but there was one other person he wanted to say goodbye to...even though she was now officially engaged to his brother. Or a take on why Finral apologizes to Lady Finesse for “making her wait again.” Rated G

Treasures -- When Finesse falls ill, Finral wants to send her a gift to show her that he's thinking of her and wishing her well. Of course, this is easier said than done... Rated G

Mentioned In:

Portals and Potatoes -- The Black Bulls' potato pie eating contest is well underway, and Finral is trying his best to figure out how to make his pile of potato pies disappear. Luckily, some surprise guests arrive just in time to help him out with that... [Fluff and time travel shenanigans for (even more) self-indulgent kicks and giggles]. Rated G (Future Problems Series Story #3).

Spite -- "Did you just kiss me out of spite?" Never in a million years would Langris have ever believed there was anything in the world that could have possibly led him to a moment in which that drunk witch would be saying those words to him. But somewhere between too many drinks making him honest and revelations from Finral regarding his relationship with Finesse drudging up something he had long kept buried, Langris lost his grip on his tightly guarded emotions and began to live the impossible. And Vanessa was not going to let him off so easy for it [OR There are a lot of very good reasons that Langris Vaude doesn't drink. This is the story of one of them]. Rated T for Language (including some crude insults), Drunkenness, and Descriptive Depiction of Kissing.

Wine Therapy (AO3) -- Backstory for how Langris and Vanessa became friends (post-series). Rated T for some language

Note: This pairing is also mentioned and briefly discussed as a past-relationship that didn’t work out in Pancakes for Dinner and Sweet Like Cherries

Finesse Calmreich and Langris Vaude (Friendship):

Through A Rainy Window (AO3) -- Langris and Finesse become friends while adjusting to Finral’s absence and their arranged marriage betrothal. Rated G

Mentioned In:

Wine Therapy (AO3) -- Backstory for how Langris and Vanessa became friends (post-series). Rated T for some language

Finesse Calmreich and Langris Vaude (Love/Friendship):

A Night at the Opera -- Though Finesse has longed dreamed of going to the opera, Langris' invitation to accompany him there catches her entirely off guard. She is sure his reasons for inviting her are not so personal as a fulfillment of her wish--he probably just enjoys opera and wants some company, feeling obligated to bring her since they had been promised in marriage to one another. But a tender, private moment in their dimly lit opera box leaves her questioning if there is, perhaps, a little bit more to it than that... Rated G. Finesse’s POV.

Sweet Like Cherries -- Domestic and Family Fluff in a future where Finesse is married to Langris and Finral is married to Vanessa. Rated T for one bad word but otherwise just fluffy. Finesse’s POV.

[Very Briefly] Mentioned In:

Pancakes for Dinner

Note: Through A Rainy Window (AO3) focuses on Langris and Finesse’s friendship, but it could be taken in a romantic way if the reader wanted to see it (They’re also engaged in that story, but it’s an arranged marriage so it doesn’t really have a romantic connotation)

Finesse Calmreich and Vanessa Enoteca (Friendship):

Sweet Like Cherries -- Domestic and Family Fluff in a future where Finesse is married to Langris and Finral is married to Vanessa. Rated T for one bad word but otherwise just fluffy. Finesse’s POV.

#black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #black clover fanfiction masterlist #masterlist #finesse calmreich #finesse x finral #finral x finesse #finesse x langris #langris x finesse #black clover finesse #lady finesse is underrated #the spelling of her name confuses me--is it Finesse or Finnes?

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softshiin · 3 years

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Hey !! :D

How are you ? I hope you’re feeling okay ! :)

I love your writing, so.. can i request smtg ?

Idk if you write for these characters, if you don’t write for them or don’t like this request you can just ignore it !!

Then, can i request Tokyo Revengers boys (Mitsuya, Rindou, Izana and Chifuyu maybe ?) reacting to their s/o being followed and they just protecting them because theyre a lil scared ? Idk if that makes sense !! (Im french btw so english isnt my first language)

Thanks in advance <33

TR BOYS WHEN THEIR S/O IS BEING FOLLOWED

summary: what would they do if their s/o is being followed

characters: mitsuya, rindou, izana, chifuyu

warnings: reader being followed by stranger

note: hello nonnie!! tysm for requesting~ and don’t worry for the characters, i write for every of them if i don’t specify it <33

; you were totally scared, and you could sense that someone was following you since you got out of your school

; at first you tried to ignore it, but then you saw a shadow of a middle aged man behind you

; panic was starting to get into your body and you could barely breath

MITSUYA

; “y/n?”

; your boyfriend’s voice reached softly your ears

; slowly you looked into his eyes, scared

; “babe is everything alright?”

; you could still feel a presence behind a corner, so you lowered your voice

; “tsu, listen, there’s this man who’s following me since i got out of school.. c-could we walk a-away from here?”

; mitsuya immediately hugged you, pulling you closer to him

; “stay here angel, i’ll take care of it”

; then he walked towards the man, who instantly looked away, as if he wasn’t following you

; “you gotta a problem with my s/o, man?” your boyfriend asked calmly

; “hm? n-no? besides, who are you? do they really have a boyfriend?” the man sounded so annoying yet creepy

; “yup, and their boyfriend is right here, ready to beat the shit out of you” ; we can all imagine what happened later

;then mitsuya safely escorted you to his house, just in case that creep wouldn’t follow the both of you and know your address

; probably spent the whole night with you in his arms, just because he could feel that you needed it

IZANA

; “y/n?”

; you heard izana’s beautiful voice approaching you

; you quickly turned your face to meet his eyes

; “why.. are you trembling? did something happen?” you could tell by his tone that he was starting to worry

; you could barely speak, the only thing sure was that that man was still there, and he was coming closer to the two of you

; “excuse me, young boy, do you perhaps know them?” he asked to your boyfriend, who was still trying to understand the situation

; izana never took his eyes off yours, “yes, they are my partner, is there a problem?” he slowly turned to finally face the man

; “tsk” he just said, before trying to casually walk away from the both of you “it seems I’ve mistaken you for another person”

; you couldn’t even look at the man, because you knew that he will be there to follow you for all the following days, as he was doing since two weeks now

; “wait a sec old man” your boyfriend put a hand on the creep, stopping him “i don’t know why.. but my s/o here is quite afraid of you. ‘care to explain’?”

; “boy careful on how you speak to me, you will regret it”

; izana just let out a giggle before landing a kick on the man’s face, making him pass out

; “now then, angel. lets go home! i’ll put outta your school a bunch of my men, just to make sure this dude doesn’t follow you anymore”

; with this said, he placed an arm around your waist and started walking the two of you home

; prob spent all of the next hours with you, playing video games or doing some fun stuff together

RINDOU

; tbh this brat didn’t even see you, since he was walking while scrolling on his phone

; as soon as you saw him, you started walking faster, hearing also the steps behind you accelerate

; “rin! hello babe, what are you doing here?” you suddenly raised your voice in his direction, making him jump on his feet

; “hi sweet cheeks, just got out of school?” he said, placing a quick kiss on your lips

; he immediately noticed that someone was hiding behind a tree not far from you, but still decided to ignore it, maybe it was just a coincidence

; “what are you up to?” you asked with a trembling voice, he raised his eyebrow trying to understand why

; “is.. everything alright y/n?”he whispered

; “no its fucking not. there’s a creep that has been following me since i got out of school.. now that i think about it, i-its not even the first time i see him, he’s always walking around here..”

; your boyfriend immediately embraced you, telling you not to worry

; his scent succeed to calm you down a bit, and when he made sure of this, he quickly took off his glasses

; “can i leave them in your hands for a bit? im afraid they will dirt with blood”

[…]

; then he took you to his home, and spent a whole evening cuddling with you in his arms, eventually letting you style his hair

CHIFUYU

; this boy will stand for you even against 100 and im not joking

; the problem now was that he wasn’t here with you, while some creep was following you

; and he wasn’t even answering to your calls or messages

; you were seriously tempted to call the police, until you heard a familiar voice

; “come here,,, kitty kitty, where are you? I’ve brought you food~”

; you heavily sighed

; “oh my god chifuyu not again” you said to yourself, completely forgetting the old man behind you

; you ran to your boyfriend as soon as you saw him, scolding him because he shouldn’t buy cat food every time he sees one of them

; he cutely pouted at you, faking his sadness “but look at how cute he is!”

; you two ended up staying on the street for all evening, with the cat, being a lovey-dovey couple

; that man probably died of cuteness and understanding that you already had a boyfriend, he never followed you again

; he probably started being afraid of cats ofter this

#🍓—vany tr’s hcs #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers headcanons #mitsuya x reader #rindou x reader #chifuyu x reader #izana x reader

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starstruckwillows · 2 years

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Hi I’d like to request a reader x Remus lupin.

Reader is best friends with lily, and she’s dating readers brother (James) reader confronted lily about treating him badly and they said things and ended up arguing for a long period of time until lily walked off.

Reader doesn’t speak to anyone for a while which isn’t normal cause they usually talk to Remus or James but she doesn’t,

Later on she goes to lily and she tells her she shouldn’t have a friendship with her cause she’s bad for them and James. (She’s not the nicest in this fic)

Reader then goes to Remus and he holds them. Sirius is even there too and they cuddle and watch movies as the hold eachother.

♡ disbelief - r.l ♡

i would like to make a formal apology to jily in this fic, so sorry my loves 😭

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; remus lupin x potter!reader

category; htc

summary; you try to help your brother out with his toxic relationship, but lily isn't holding back

warnings/content; lily is ooc and not nice, mentions of toxic relationship, bit of swearing, insults

other; gender neutral reader, reader's hogwarts house is not specified, reader is adopted, they're in the same year

after watching james pine for lily for so long, you were the happiest for him when they got together. you saw his excitement.

for a little while, anyway. it began to dull, and you all noticed. james didn't talk to everyone as much as he used to. he didn't participate in pranks he used to love. he rarely smiled. he begun skipping quidditch practice, feigning illness so the reserve captain stepped in.

the final straw was when he missed his house match against ravenclaw, causing the loss on gryffindor's part, and subsequently being eliminated from the house cup running.

you tried to talk to him about his strange behaviour, but he brushed it off,

"i don't know what to say, i'm just growing up a bit."

some part of that hit you the wrong way, your hand that was tossing the snitch up and down stilled, "and i'm not? remus, sirius, peter? we're what, below you now?"

you expected him to say that's not what he meant, but he simply shrugged, "maybe. look, i've got things to do, so if that's all? also, put that snitch back please, you're not meant to have it out."

he left before you could answer, leaving you in a bit of shock. shock that you snapped out of when you saw him walk across the hall, link arms with lily, and not even spare you a backwards glance on his way to study group.

there was no harm in your brother being a little more responsible. there was no problem with him stepping up in a relationship. there was no issue with studying for his upcoming exams.

but over the next month, you noticed it wasn't like that. he'd completely changed himself for lily. changed as in, changed his favourite food to something less sugary. changed as in, didn't go to his favourite hogsmeade shop anymore. changed as in, swapped half his wardrobe to clothes lily liked. changed as in barely spoke to his friends anymore.

you and james were always close. and you didn't know what to do now. who did you normally go to for advice? james.

agitated and concerned, you saw lily standing alone, waiting for her friend to come out of class, so you took the opportunity.

"hey, lils, can we talk quickly?"

she turned to you, with the fakest half smile you've ever seen (was she trying at all?) while she fidgeted with her bag strap.

"oh, hey potter. sure, i've got a few minutes."

you let out a breath, determined to be civil, "i'm really happy you and james are together, and i'm sure he is too, but i've sort of noticed he's changing himself."

lily visibly bristled, "are you accusing me-"

"no, no," you rushed, "i'm not saying you've asked him to! maybe he just feels a bit pressured and you could talk to him about it? let him know that he doesn't have to change, you know what i mean?"

"why can't you?"

you sighed, "i did try. but i think it has to come from you. he really likes you and-"

lily cut you off, "he loves me, y/n. and maybe you just need to back off and let him mature, because the four of you have always held him back. i've been waiting for him to grow up for a long time, and i won't let you sabotage our happiness because you're jealous that you aren't the most important thing in his life anymore!"

you halted, like you'd been slapped.

"i- what? lily, that's not-"

she wasn't done, scoffing, "you're not even his real family y/n. let it go."

that struck a cord in you, anger bubbling in your throat like acid, "excuse me? james is my brother, how fucking dare-"

she snapped, "save it!" before stalking away as the class she was waiting for came out.

feeling slightly catatonic in your surprise, you seemed to move on default the castle grounds, finding the wall of bushes that gave way to a tiny clearing on the edge of the forest. surely other people knew of it, but in your time at hogwarts you'd never run into anyone.

you loved james, remus, sirius and peter, but if a quiet break was necessary, this was where you'd go.

curling up against the foot of the tree trunk that had been stripped smooth, you tried to sort through your thoughts, to filter and process.

one thing you knew for sure was that your brother was not as happy as you'd thought. he lived for those sugar quills, for pranks, for that hogsmeade tea room, for oversized varsity jackets he saw on american muggle television, for his friends and family.

maybe you outgrow some of the things you love as a teenager, but not all at once, and not so quickly and completely.

for the next week, you hardly spoke to anyone. you didn't ditch them, unlike james, you just drew into yourself a little. you'd cut off your friendship with lily, and that seemed to have been the only way you still saw your brother.

he didn't even say hello to you anymore.

when your parents wrote that weekend, you didn't know what to reply. but you weren't a snitch, so you said nothing, other than that you were excited for your upcoming birthday.

really, the thought of the day filled you with dread. because you didn't even know if james would acknowledge it. it was like a countdown to the final test of whether your brother had completely left you behind.

just as you feared, nothing.

"lilyflower, it's their birthday, i really should be there-"

"james, you guys aren't even actually related."

"we are, blood isn't everything, you know that!"

"don't drag my family into this!"

"okay, sorry, sorry. can i just give them a card though?"

"if you must."

you'd overheard their conversation the night before. but no card ever reached you.

there were no tears in your eyes, just a deep, settled, tired ache in you bones. a dull sadness lodged in your heart that you couldn't find the energy to care about.

flopping onto the sofa upon your friends' invite, a birthday badge on your robes gifted to you by peter that was almost falling off, remus didn't need to ask. everyone knew what was wrong.

the entirety of your hogwarts year had been trying not to look at you in a way that could be taken as pity. nobody wanted pity. they offered you happy birthdays and good wishes instead, unoffended when your smile was not convincing.

"c'mere." remus muttered, gently pulling you into his side and wrapping an arm around you. scotland was never warm, but he was a walking radiator.

sirius eventually joined the two of you with a dramatic sigh, "i know what we have to do."

the two of you looked up at the raven haired boy with hope, wondering if he'd found a way to reinstate your brother's true self.

but no, his solution was simply for your mood. almost as good.

he rigged up an old muggle television, positioning it in the corner of the common room where the group of you often sat.

with a yawn, half a film in and quite comfortable tucked into remus, you asked, "is pete coming back from detention anytime soon?"

"no, he's meeting up with his secret date." remus shrugged, the movement of his shoulders nudging you slightly. he muttered an apology, tucking your hair behind your ear as you resettled.

"how'd you know if it's a secret?" sirius demanded.

"he's pretty obvious mate."

remus got an eye roll in response, "i'm always the last to know these things."

their banter continued, the television continued, and things felt a little better.

that time next year, all five of you sat there once again, consoling james as he returned to his true self with many needed apologies, you and remus sitting significantly closer than ever before, sirius interrogating peter about his date, and overall just slowly returning to normal.

your next birthday was much better.

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wwalkingdread · 3 years

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❥ Ericson Headcanons ❤︎ Crush who has a Child

Characters: Clementine, Marlon, Mitch, Aasim, Louis, Violet, Ruby

Description: The Ericson kids have found themselves crushing on somebody who has a small child with them, but unfortunately that child does not like them very much.

Warning: Mentions of death, sacrilegious language

Notes: I had this written on my phone for a little while, I hope it’s okay!! I wasn’t very confident writing for Violet and Ruby, sorry if they’re out of character!! Also, the child doesn’t have a name, but will have a specified gender depending on who the person is. They’re not related to you, you just kind of… Got them somehow.

Clementine

♥︎ Clem was relieved that there was somebody closer to AJ’s age that he can relate to. As much as he got along with Willy and Tenn, sometimes the seven year age gap became really apparent.

♥︎ She would watch them play from afar, but every time she got close to them to see what they were drawing together, your little one would huddle up and back away. Clem didn’t want to press the issue incase it made them worse, but it did sting.

♥︎ She’d ask AJ about it later, but AJ didn’t really have an answer. It didn’t make the situation any easier.

♥︎ With the missing finger and the missing leg, it might have made her a little scary looking for a small child who’s never seen anything like that before, but Clem couldn’t do anything about that.

♥︎ Eventually she decided to approach you. She’s wanted to talk to you more for a while, but you tend to be with your own kid and she didn’t want to upset both of you.

♥︎ “Hey.” She sat down next to you. The kids were all together, so she finally got the chance to speak to you and hopefully ask about the problem.

♥︎ You greeted her and she had to wet her dry lips before speaking, “Your kid seems to have a… Problem with me. They seem scared of me and I don’t know what to do…” Clem wanted to dart around it, to make it seem as nice as possible, but you had a look in your eye that made Clem immediately regret it. Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything.

♥︎ “Her parents hid her from the world almost completely. She’s been scared of everything, but they’re starting to get used to things… It’s just taking a while.” You explained, “and they’ve never seen anybody like you before.” You added.

♥︎ Clementine knew somebody like that too, somebody who panicked when she saw what the world was truly like. She could understand the fear of it all. Kids being exposed to something new, to something terrifying, it would take a while to adjust.

♥︎ “What can I do to make her not think I’m so scary?” She asked, desperate. She’d spare glances at the table where she was happily doodling with Tenn, giggling at the drawing they were working on together.

♥︎ “You need to show her that you aren’t. Have you tried actually talking to her?”

♥︎ “I didn’t want to make it any worse.”

♥︎ “In the morning we’ll talk to her together. She needs to understand that you’re not any different just because you’ve lost a few limbs.”

♥︎ It made sense, and Clementine nodded and finished eating her dinner alongside you, chatting about things that didn’t have to do with your kid. It was nice to finally talk to you and she forgot how long it’s been since you two have had a conversation.

♥︎ In the morning, Clem kept to your plan. Your kid was gawking at her when you pushed her closer. You explained to her briefly what happened, nothing too upsetting that would scare her, but you let her know that she did lose her leg.

♥︎ She managed to ask a few questions like “did it hurt?” And “could it grow back?”

♥︎ Her fear seemed to have melted away since then and Clem wished she came to you sooner.

♥︎ She remembers going down to lunch and your kid giving her a drawing, it was her as a pirate with this elaborate peg-leg that could shoot fire. She seemed very proud of the drawing, saying Mitch lit something on fire for her so she could have a reference.

♥︎ Not having your kid be scared of her means she’s gotten a lot closer to you too, and she’s very appreciative of that.

Marlon

♥︎ Marlon really liked you, but he didn’t like that your kid seemed to keep their distance from him. He didn’t know what the issue was, he was the tallest there and maybe it scared them? But Mitch was only an inch or two shorter than him and they liked him just fine, so what’s the issue? He couldn’t figure it out.

♥︎ He was very quick to act on it. He asked about it in a game of War.

♥︎ “Your kid doesn’t seem to like me a whole lot… Do you know why?” He tried to not sound upset. Louis quietly teased him and Violet said the smell of his hair probably freaked them out, but he ignored their taunts and focused on you.

♥︎ “I think you remind her of somebody. She had an older brother that looked kind of like you.” You told him, and he waited for you to continue, “He was bitten and didn’t tell anybody… He turned and attacked her. She’s been a little shaken up about it since, but she’s gotten better. You just bring back bad memories, I guess.”

♥︎ That hurt, and his friends didn’t say anything. They just shot him looks of sympathy. Louis especially could pick it up, so he just made the first move to flip a card over.

♥︎ If he wanted to get close to you, he had to get close to her too. You came here together and he couldn’t ignore the small girl that would hold your hand nearly everywhere you went. If she remained scared of him, you might not want to be around him to protect her from the fear.

♥︎ Rosie was a sweet dog and she’s seen them all when they were small. Willy and Tenn were only around six years old, so she’s used to children and she knows how to be gentle. Kids love dogs, right? Maybe he can use this to his advantage.

♥︎ Your little one was… A little bit afraid of Rosie at first. She was so small compared to the strong and muscular dog. Marlon knew this is where he should come in, to teach her that it’s okay.

♥︎ It took a while, but eventually your kid grew the confidence to take Marlon’s hand and guide it to Rosie’s nose. He then gave her a signal that meant it’s okay for her to pet Rosie, and she did. She giggled and her eyes lit up, looking at Marlon almost to say ‘look! She likes me!’

♥︎ You were sitting with your kid at breakfast when you saw her wave to Marlon from afar. You were shocked. Marlon came over to speak to her, sitting beside you.

♥︎ “She’s… Definitely warmed up to you.” You said, stunned.

♥︎ Marlon grinned, a little smug, “it took a while, but I’m glad it worked out."

♥︎ His heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him, your eyes warm. You were silently thanking him for making her just a little less scared in such a scary world.

Mitch

♥︎ Mitch didn’t like you when you first got here, but he took a liking to your kid. He had a smart mouth and, much to his liking, said a few cuss words behind your back. Mitch and Willy found it very funny how he whispered every time he swore, always scared you’d catch him.

♥︎ But even though he found your kid funny, your kid didn’t like him and he just didn’t understand why. When Mitch got close to you, your kid would hide behind your leg and glare at him.

♥︎ He’d try to talk to him a few times, but your kid would clutch onto you desperately.

♥︎ Mitch was admittedly a little bit startled when he mouthed ‘fuck you’ at him, completely out of your view.

♥︎ “Hey, what’s his fucking problem?” Mitch asked, walking up to you, but that was too close for your kids liking. Your kid lashed out at him,

♥︎ “leave them alone!” He tried to push Mitch away, but he was too small to be effective.

♥︎ You had to take him away to calm him down, apologising to Mitch as you went.

♥︎ Mitch decided to confront you about it later that night, when you were on your own. Willy was trying to wrestle your little one, Ruby telling Willy, “be gentle, he’s a lot smaller than you!”

♥︎ “I’m really sorry about him, he’s just a little nervous.” You immediately started to apologise to Mitch when he get near you, picking at your fingernails.

♥︎ Mitch sat beside you, “But why? What’s his problem with me?”

♥︎ You gave him a completely blank stare, which he returned… Was he supposed to already know?

♥︎ “Do you remember how you threatened me when we first got here? Said you’d let me get eaten or something like that?”

♥︎ “I didn’t mean it! Well, I kind of did. Okay, I did, I meant it, but I don’t want you to get eaten anymore!” You laughed at his slightly flustered face,

♥︎ “Well, he’s not really over it.” Oh. Right. That made sense. It clicked right there. Of course he was scared of him, Mitch threatened to let you die right in front of him. He was such a dick…

♥︎ “Fuck, I completely forgot about that…” he groaned, letting his hand hit his face. He was such an idiot.

♥︎ “Maybe you should apologise to him.” Mitch made eye contact with you for a brief second, pleading to not have to apologise to a six year old boy. It would’ve been embarrassing.

♥︎ It was embarrassing. You were right behind him with your arms crossed. Your kid stood up straight, fist clenched. Considering Mitch was crouched down to their height, they might punch him in the face. He probably wanted to. Mitch couldn’t have blamed them though…

♥︎ “Listen, uh… I know what I said when you two first got here and, uh… I didn’t mean it, that wasn’t okay. I didn’t know if you were going to be bad people or not.” He kept stumbling over his words, but eventually he managed to say a decently worded apology.

♥︎ Your kid looked him up and down and shrugged, “alright, but threaten them again and you’re dead.”

♥︎ “I’ll keep that in mind.”

♥︎ You’ve all started hanging out together, Willy and him teasing the two of you constantly. Mitch’s face would turn red when they would sing lovey-dovey nursery rhymes just to piss him off.

♥︎ But it was worth it when he saw you laughing at them together.

Aasim

♥︎ Aasim was quick to like you and he admired how gentle you were when it came to your child. They were incredibly young and Aasim pitied the fact they were born into such a cruel world. He wanted to be there to support you, but your kid would just burst into tears when he came near.

♥︎ He’d constantly write about it in his journal. He wanted to talk to you without your kid crying. He could see how tired you were having to take care of a two year old all the time and he wanted to support you.

♥︎ Everybody else helped at least a little, but he couldn’t even get close.

♥︎ You were sitting on the stairs, your kid asleep in your arms. He tried his best to quietly approach you, sitting next to you. He said hello, asked you how you were, said it was a nice night despite it being exactly the same as it was yesterday.

♥︎ In the middle of your somewhat awkward conversation, he pointed to your sleeping toddler, “they cry a lot when I’m around…” he trailed off slightly, a little flustered with the motherly look in your eye just from the mention of them.

♥︎ “Every group I’ve been in there was always somebody who drove them nuts.” You explained, “I’m not sure what it is, but they’ve just got to get used to you. We never really had the chance to ‘get used’ to our last groups…”

♥︎ He nodded, understanding.

♥︎ He sent your sleeping child a sympathetic look. You two had been incredibly unlucky prior to coming here, and Aasim wanted nothing more than to make this place a complete safe haven; nothing like you’ve experienced before.

♥︎ He tried to insert himself more into your life little by little. Talking to you from a distance, making sure he’d walk by your table instead of anybody else’s.

♥︎ Your child wouldn’t bawl their eyes out anymore, just resorting to a small whimper and a sniffle. It wasn’t the best improvement, but it was something.

♥︎ It took a while for them to finally get used to Aasim. They remained quiet, chewing on their own fingers and babbling to themselves. He sighed every time he got near and they didn’t get scared. He’d tense up, waiting for a fearful glance to be sent his way, but it never came. Your child was in their own world, one where he wasn’t feared by them.

♥︎ You could see his relief, “I told you. You shouldn’t have stayed away.”

♥︎ Aasim’s face softly reddened, but he agreed. He did not like being away from you.

♥︎ He remembers the first time he left with the hunting party and your child, peeking through the bars, babbled out a “bye-bye, Aasim!” With a small wave. A few people didn’t contain their emotions and audibly “awe’d” and Louis nudged him with his elbow, excited for him.

♥︎ Aasim was excited too. He hid his red face behind his bow, telling Louis to stop being annoying for once, but he was excited.

♥︎ He was excited to watch your kid grow up with you. He couldn’t wait until they were big enough to take out hunting with him.

Louis

♥︎ Louis mustered up the courage to finally talk to you. He’d been rehearsing a whole thing in his head, flirting that was subtle enough that it wasn’t obvious, but you could totally still pick up on it. It wasn’t too much, but it was there. It was perfect.

♥︎ Perfect until your four year old boy barrelled toward him and kicked him in the shin.

♥︎ Your toddler ran into your arms and you picked them up, but you made sure Louis was alright.

♥︎ “Yeah, yeah. I’m… I’m good. I’m okay…”

♥︎ He wasn’t, he was embarrassed and completely humiliated.

♥︎ He took this as a queue to leave, his dreams shattered.

♥︎ It happened again when playing a game of war, when he asked if you’ve ever been in a relationship before. Your child has been keeping his eye on him and he did not like that question. Again, he snuck up behind Louis and kicked him in the leg.

♥︎ “It was just a question!” He squeaked out, Marlon, Clem and Violet laughed at him.

♥︎ He decided to go to your dorm. Your kid wasn’t there, probably playing in Marlon’s office with AJ and Tenn. he sighed in relief, his leg already tensed up incase he was ambushed.

♥︎ “It’s nice to talk to you without… Him.” Louis was obviously nervous and you couldn’t help but laugh at his fear of a literal child, “no offence of course.”

♥︎ “None taken. He’s really been laying into you.”

♥︎ He laughed, “Tell me about it.”

♥︎ Louis shut the door behind him, wanting some privacy incase he was right around the corner. Then he popped the question.

♥︎ The question being why your child would not stop assaulting him.

♥︎ “He said he’s jealous. Well, he didn’t, but he is. He thinks you’re going to… Steal me away or something.” You laughed, “I don’t know where he got that from. It’s not like you’re the only guy that talks to me.”

♥︎ Louis stared, laughing with you, but he was a little bit… Surprised.

♥︎ Your CHILD picked up on his flirting… And not YOU?

♥︎ “Well I hope the other guys around here haven’t been saying exactly what I have, because then I’d have some competition.”

♥︎ Please understand, please understand.

♥︎ You looked away with a small small and mumbled out an ‘“oh…”

♥︎ Oh, thank God. They understood.

♥︎ The conversation then had a small… Flirty tone to it all. He said he’d see you at dinner and left, fist pumping the air as soon as he got out the room. You finally got the hint and you might actually like him back. He was thrilled and desperately wanted to squeal his throat out.

♥︎ No words were explicitly spoken, but you two were starting to see each other more and more and there was definitely something there. Your kid was not happy.

♥︎ The first time Louis tried holding your hand was the last, because your child punched him right in the centre of the back. You had to take him away to scold him. Louis was bruised and in pain, and he heard a couple of snickers.

♥︎ Louis was getting bullied by a little boy.

♥︎ So Louis decided to whip out the thing he knows best. His musical talent. He did what he could to get your child engaged, and he quickly was. He was amazed.

♥︎ He’s never heard a piano before, he hardly even knew what it was, and he really wanted to know more.

♥︎ You walked in the room to see your partner (though you guys haven’t exactly talked about labelling it yet…) and your kid sitting on the stool, Louis guiding his hands to the right keys, trying to teach him Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

♥︎ Now when you and Louis got a bit flirty, your child just groaned and left to go play instead of getting violent. Sometimes they left to go and smash the piano keys until they made something that almost sounded like Mary Had a Little Lamb.

♥︎ “It’s okay if you want to be with Louis, just don’t leave me behind, okay…?” Of course you told him you wouldn’t, and that was enough for him.

♥︎ Louis’s shins thanked him.

Violet

♥︎ You and Violet weren’t on good terms when you first met. With the amount of kids that magically disappeared, it was a lingering thought in the back of her head that there was a serial kidnapper out there just waiting for their next victim.

♥︎ She wanted to fish alone that day, getting into a small spat with everybody else, so she was a little bit farther than the rest of her party. That was when she saw you.

♥︎ Somebody completely alone with a child, she just jumped to conclusions. You must’ve been working for them, whoever they are.

♥︎ Violet drew her cleaver and held it by her side. She wanted answers. She snuck up behind you and then…

♥︎ Your little girl burst into tears. She was somehow even smaller up close, her big eyes overflowing with tears as she screamed. She ran up to Violet, trying to push her away by pushing her whole body against Violet’s legs.

♥︎ You didn’t kidnap anybody.

♥︎ After her friends heard the scream of a little girl, they ran her way. They gained your trust enough to take you back to Ericson. They scolded Violet in front of you, checking up on you and your little girl.

♥︎ Violet was really embarrassed, but she knew you and your little girl were completely terrified in that moment. She couldn’t just dwell in her humiliation, she has to apologise.

♥︎ Violet walked straight toward you, but your child saw her first. She clung to your leg, trying to use her small body to shield you from her. It hurt Violet’s heart. She really terrified this poor little girl by just… Being completely irrational.

♥︎ “Hey, listen.” You jumped, recognising the voice, “I just wanted to apologise. I should never have done that. People don’t usually come ‘round here and I figured you weren’t here for a good reason.”

♥︎ She spared a glance to the small girl who was basically pleading her with her eyes to not hurt them. She sighed, “and I’m… Really sorry for putting her through that. That wasn’t right.”

♥︎ You finally smiled, petting the little girls hair to assure her. You told Violet that it was alright and that you understand.

♥︎ After that, you and Violet became good friends, but your girl was still very hesitant to come near her. On one end, she was intimidated by Violet, but she also wanted to protect you despite her tiny size.

♥︎ Violet respected the nature of your girl. She found out during a game of war that she was the last one standing from a failed, chaotic group. You two were the only ones who got out alive and you’ve been taking care of her alone ever since. She watched everybody around her die, mostly from the gunfire by your own men, and you were all she had. Of course she’d try to protect you.

♥︎ Violet decided to give her a present, a button for her shirt. It was a rainbow behind a cloud. Kids like bright colours, right?

♥︎ Your little girl was very nervous to accept something from Violet and looked at you for approval, but you nodded and told her to take it. She gingerly thanked Violet, staring at it. Her eyes lit up, those eyes that she’d previously only seen fear from.

♥︎ You helped her put it on, and your little girl didn’t seem so afraid of Violet anymore.

♥︎ Violet even caught her showing people her brand new button, bouncing up and down as she did so.

♥︎ You sat next to her during dinner, your little girl off with Violet’s usual group. It’s been a while since they’ve seen a kid, so Marlon and Louis were having a nice time playing with her and listening to her babble on.

♥︎ “You’ve really helped her open up to people. Thank you so much.” You almost sounded like you were about to cry. With what you’ve seen beforehand, Violet couldn’t blame you. She doubted you’ve even seen people in a good, long while. This must’ve been hard for you both.

♥︎ Violet moved her hand slightly closer to yours, pinkies barely touching, but the gesture turned her cheeks a faint pink.

♥︎ “It… Was nothing…” She said, a small smile on her face.

♥︎ You moved your hand closer to hers, hands ever-so-slightly overlapping. You both remained quiet, but the feelings were loud.

Ruby

♥︎ Ruby wishes your first meeting was different, but it wasn’t.

♥︎ Willy called to everybody from the watchtower, and everybody rushed to see you carrying a young boy.

♥︎ “He’s hurt.” You pleaded, “Please, I’ll leave right after, but please just do something.”

♥︎ It turned out to be a reckless mishap with a gun. Ruby got to work, doing her best to help the boy.

♥︎ He seemed to be panicking a lot. His pain tolerance was pretty low and he thought Ruby was hurting him intentionally. When Ruby told you she was done, you rushed in and he reached out to you, sobbing.

♥︎ “She was hurting me…” he cried.

♥︎ You knew it wasn’t intentional, but you didn’t know how to console him. His throat was starting to hurt from his raw crying, so Ruby decided to give you two some space.

♥︎ “Thank you so much. We’ll leave as soon as possible.”

♥︎ “Now hold on, that boy is in no shape to get on the move again. I’d let him rest up for a while and then we’ll see.”

♥︎ Truthfully, Ruby didn’t want to see you go. She was hoping you’d change your mind for the few days you said you’d be staying there.

♥︎ It was hard to talk to you when you spent to much time with your little boy. He started crying every time she came in the room and it seemed to just make the pain worse.

♥︎ Ruby started taking meals to you as an excuse to have a brief interaction. She’d knock on the door and you’d answer and have a brief conversation at the door. She was nervous, not wanting your little boy to hate her, but nothing seemed to change.

♥︎ One day, she knocked on the door and there was no answer. She waited for a while before deciding to go in. There was your little boy on the bed, eyeing her down and sniffling.

♥︎ “Hey there, hun. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m really sorry about all the pain you’re in, I wish there was something I could do to help…” Ruby eyed him sadly, setting the food down next to him.

♥︎ Your boy sniffled, “T… They told me… It would’ve hurted worser if they did it and not… You…” your boy was hiccuping, cheeks wet from tears.

♥︎ Ruby nodded, “I didn’t want it to hurt, hun. I’m afraid that was as painless as I could get it.”

♥︎ Apparently you managed to help him understand in your own time. You walked into the room to see the two conversing. It wasn’t much, but he eventually stopped crying.

♥︎ “Oh, hey there. Sorry, I went to the bathroom.”

♥︎ “I think he’s doing better.” Ruby said, “I think his emotions are the only thing keeping him down. Soon you’ll be able to… Get outta here in no time.”

♥︎ She didn’t like saying the words, it hurt. She wanted to talk to you more, but soon you’ll be gone. Your child was only just starting to trust her.

♥︎ She came to you tomorrow to check up on him, which he let her do. Your boy seemed fine. He was still a little bit shaken, but the pain was only a horrible memory. Apart from that, he was physically okay.

♥︎ You were beaming, “Is there anything I could do to repay you?”

♥︎ Ruby smiled back at you, “You could stay for one thing. It’d be a shame to see you go so soon.”

♥︎ She didn’t expect you to react so positively to her offer, but you did. You wrapped your arms around her and hugged her tight.

♥︎ “Thank you.” You said, “Thank you for giving us a home again.”

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Doctor's Orders

pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: smut, fingering

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You sucked in a harsh breath as you heard your name being called from the front desk, the smiley old lady gesturing for you to follow her. You timidly walked behind her, your feet shuffling on the obnoxiously patterned carpet that lined the hallways.

You aren’t one to fear doctor’s appointments, in fact, you have never been apprehensive about going to one until right now. This appointment was something you’ve been avoiding for a while since you had moved to London, but there came a point where you couldn’t put it off for any longer. Back in the states, you were comfortable with your gynecologist, and you had no issue talking to her about problems you were having regarding your genitalia. But now that you were in a new city, you didn’t have the comfort that came with visiting a long-term doctor and faced new ones for the first time since you were a child. The rest of the doctor’s visits were pretty standard, but your private parts were something you struggled with understanding, Sure, you have seen porn and had sex, but it was never a fulfilling experience. In fact, you have never reached an orgasm. About a year ago you gave up on looking for men to help you and made it a mission to bring yourself to a climax. But alas, none of your efforts seemed to work. At this point, you were convinced that something was wrong with you, hence the gynecologist visit. Male gynecologist, that is.

Over the past month, you have spent a lot of time researching gynecologists in your area. The first one that came up was the one you are at now, but considering his gender you continued your hunt. But it kept leading you back to this one doctor, Dr. Styles, and that was why you are currently sitting in an exam room in his office.

You reassured yourself by looking up his name on your smartphone, scrolling through the 5-star reviews. The number of people who seemed to absolutely love this guy helped settle your nerves, so you read through them as you waited for a knock on the door.

That knock finally arrived a few minutes later, and you picked your head up and looked at the wooden door. “Come in!”

A head popped inside from behind the door as it was pushed open, and the doctor’s eyes found yours while he made his way into the small room. He’s tall, with a mop of chocolate brown curls on his head and bright green eyes accompanied by a friendly smile. He sat down, eyes never leaving yours until he placed his computer down and the screen lit up.

“‘Ello Darlin, m’Dr. Styles, but y’can call me Harry if you’d like.” He stuck out a hand, and your palm swiftly met his, the two of you looking at one another as you shook hands. His hands were enormous, and the rings placed on his fingers were cold to the touch. “Considering you’re a new patient, I took a peek at y’records and such, and I saw that y’ve always had a female gyno.”

You nodded your head slowly, opening your mouth to respond but getting cut off by Dr. Styles. “So I just wanted t’let y’know tha’ theres nothing t’be ashamed off, and I know what I’m doin’ so I promise you’re in expert hands.”

“Yeah, I was nervous, but I couldn’t ignore the amazing reviews people have given you, so I made an appointment.” You appreciated his reassurance a lot, and it really helped in the easing of your jitters. He turned back to his computer after nodding in response to you, clicking on a few keys before diverting his attention back to you.

“So what seems t’be the problem today Y/N?” An initial wave of shock hit you when he said your name, but it quickly dissolved when you remembered that he literally has access to all your medical information, so of course, he knows your name.

“This is a bit of an odd thing to come in for on my first appointment with you, but I think my vagina doesn’t work.” You let out a breathy chuckle at your own words. Dr. Styles seemed unphased by your forwardness, and you assumed he had heard a lot more abrasive things than that. “I’m a 22-year-old woman, but I’ve never had an orgasm. For the past year I’ve been focusing on doing it without a partner, but no matter how much time I spent or how many fancy toys I buy, I just end up feeling unsatisfied and disappointed.” He nodded along as you explained your issue, placing his chin in his hand while his elbow was placed on the desk.

“Have y’had any STD tests recently?”

“Yes, I had one last week, I’m clean and I’ve never had one in the past.”

“Is there any possibility tha’ you’re pregnant?”

“No, I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year.” You knew what questions he would ask, so to avoid wasting time you were giving him all the information he would need.

“When y’are sleeping with someone, do y’feel any sort of pleasure?”

“Yeah, but it’s just never enough, I guess.” His lips curled into an expression of concentration, and he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. The room was silent for all of around 30 seconds, but soon enough Dr. Styles spoke up.

“Based on yeh’ history and what y’telling me, it seems that y’just haven’t found the right bloke.” Your eyebrows lifted in surprise at his simple answer. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? “M’guessing y’can’t get y’self off cause’ y’tense and not fully relaxed. And the guys y’ve been with ave’all been doin’ a rubbish job.” He chuckled along with you, and you couldn’t help but agree with him. There was no one you could think of that had actually made you feel good the entire time and had actually focused on your pleasure and theirs. Most of the hookups you took part in were with frat boys who would stick their dick into anything with a hole. “But just in case, lemme’ check y’out just to make sure.”

He stood up from his chair and you swung your legs up on the cot, laying down on it. While you had waited for the doctor, you changed into the gown you were provided with, so there was only a thin piece of fabric between you and the curly-headed man that had taken a seat at the end of the seat.

It was now that you were faced with a dilemma that your anxious brain hadn’t even thought of prior to the appointment.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive. And probably because of the nature of your discussion (and the fact that your body is severely desperate for sexual release), your core had been heating up since he first stepped into the room. So now, he would lift the skirt of the gown and see a pool of velvety wetness coating the inside of your thighs.

The back of the seat was propped up, allowing you to see him. This was a good thing for him because he could talk to you while he does his job, but it means you will have to look at him after he sees the mess you’ve made.

“May I?” His fingers gripped onto the edges of the gown, and you swallowed hoarsely before nodding your approval. While you know that he probably has witnessed much more embarrassing situations than the one you were in right now, it didn’t make the predicament any better. As you suspected, he kept a straight face when he lifted the flimsy material from your legs. Without taking a second glance, he turned to a bottle on his desk and pumped a dollop of lube onto his glove-clad fingertips. He used his other gloved hand to spread the lubricant, only turning back to you when his two fingers were both well coated in the substance. “Y’alright?” Once again, you nodded at his question. “Tell me with words darlin’, wanna make sure y’comfortable.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What kind of exam are you doing exactly?” That question popped into your mind right before it rolled off your tongue because you noticed he had never specified exactly what he was looking for.

“M’just gonna use m’finger,” he held his lube-covered fingers, “and feel around, just t’make sure everythins’ fine.”

“Ok, sounds good.”

“M’gonna start now, s’gonna be cold at first.”

You hissed when his fingers met your sopping hole, and you had to resist the urge to kick your legs while he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you. The feeling was strange, but definitely not unwelcome. The contrast from his icy fingers to your warm center was sending a tingling sensation down your spine. You could feel his fingers push around inside of you, caressing your walls. And you know you shouldn’t. But his fingers were hitting all the right nerves, and you couldn’t help but find the experience immensely pleasurable.

Despite your best efforts, a small moan of satisfaction escaped your lips. Immediately, you went stiff, and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You just moaned while your doctor had his fingers inside you. For a moment you thought he would ignore the sexual noise that you had just made. But he suddenly looked up at you, his eyes previously locked on his fingers.

“Well, if y’moanin’ just from that, y’more sexually deprived than I thought.” He chuckled, and you cracked a small smile, but that was before his words actually hit you.

Was he, hitting on you?

Maybe not flirting, but that definitely wasn’t something that doctors say to their patients very often. His smirk was also giving you the idea that he had certain intentions.

“Everything seem good down’ere, so I think tha’ problem is with the guys y’gettin with, not you. What type of people do y’usually sleep with.”

“When I was sexually active, it was usually frat boys, so I guess I should’ve known I wasn’t the problem.” You let out a small laugh, Dr. Styles seems to have found it much more amusing, as his chuckle came from deep within his chest. A small movement came with the laugh, which also reminded you that his fingers were still very much inside of you.

“It seems y’need someone who knows his way around,” he cleared his throat, and you smiled as you realized what he was hinting at. “and y’my last paitent of the day, so m’more than happy t’help y’out.” He looked down at his feet shyly, and you found it adorable how he was nervous about what he was proposing. But you were on the verge of tears from how hard it was to hold back your physical response to his touches. Your body relaxed when the words came out of his mouth, and you let out the whine that had been building up in your throat.

“Yes-Harry, god yes.” It was the first time you were using his first name, but the smirk on his face showed his approval.

He quickly removed his fingers from your heat, and you whined again, this time in frustration. Losing contact left you feeling cold, but that feeling only lasted a fleeting moment, as soon as he was pushing his fingers into you again, this time bare.

“Y’already so wet love, what got y’this worked up hmm?”

“Y-you, Harry, I want you.” You tripped over your words, but they came out clear enough for him to understand because he began moving his fingers at the encouragement. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, and you knew he must have been right about not being with the right guys before, because the simple movements left you as putty in his hands. You barely got any pleasure from fingering in your other sexual encounters, but you were already a moaning mess underneath the man. He lifted his other hand, which had also had the glove on it removed, and placed the pad of his finger on your puffy clit. You mewled loudly and his smirk widened.

“Any o’those boys ever make y’feel this good darlin’?” You shook your head furiously, and he smiled, rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were already seeing stars, and you could feel an unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. “Y’so pretty, did y’know tha’?”

You couldn’t muster up enough strength to respond to his second question, but the loud moan that you let out was enough of an answer for him. His movements sped up, fingers pumping in and out of you and his other thumb pressing circles on your button.

“Harry-”

“Think y’close darlin’? Ready t’come fo’ the first time?”

“Yes, yes..” Your voice trailed off when a guttural moan rumbled through your throat. Although you haven’t had one before, you were sure that he was about to bring you to an orgasm. There was a tight feeling in your stomach and you knew it was just about to burst.

“Fuck-”

The knot burst and your orgasm rolled through your body, reaching every nerve inside of you. The feeling was euphoric, and your senses were heightened as your body experienced this new feeling.

“Thas’ it, good girl,” he cooed, slowing his movements and removing his fingers from your now overly sensitive clit. He worked you through your orgasm until fully removing his fingers from you, and you let out a sigh as he did so. “Definitely not somethin’ wrong with ya’, I can tell y’that.”

He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture, your smile only faltering when he turned away to write something down. You took the opportunity to get up and change, quickly dressing while his back was turned.

He turned in his chair to face you once again, handing you a small piece of paper. You took it from between his fingers to see a phone number scribbled on it in black ink.

“Is Doctor Styles giving me his number?” You said it in a cheeky way, smirking back at him.

“Yes, and he’s telling you to text him when you get home. Doctor’s orders.”

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Wille and Apologizing

Hello and welcome to: Lia returns to her roots of deeply overanalyzing things from media, now with a live tumblr audience! This is gonna be long and I apologize for that (haha, ironic).

So the other day I posted that over the course of 6 episodes, Wille apologizes a total of 13 times. Not my most popular post by a longshot, but people did have lots to say, and it got me thinking. So first of all: I probably should have specified then that I meant ‘apology’ in the most basic sense, like, he says the words “I’m sorry” or something similar. The original idea behind tracking it was that I noticed he does the sort of knee-jerk reaction apology to a lot of things and apologizes for things which aren’t his fault (same <3) so I wanted to track all of it. But in looking at all the apologies I’ve started to realize that Wille has a really complicated relationship with apologies and regret so here it is:

Some people on my original post have pointed out that Wille doesn’t always apologize to Simon when he needs to, and I think that's true 100% but its worth noting that he does apologize to Simon several times, both necessary and not: when he asks him to delete his Instagram story, when he tries to explain himself after Simon kissed him the first time (”I’m not- sorry- I’m not...”), when he sits down next to him on the piano bench, when he wakes up after the football field scene (I’ve seen people say he didn’t apologize for this but he does, its just briefer than it probably should have been), immediately upon arriving back in Bjastad after denying the video (again probably briefer than it should have been), and of course during the hug before Christmas.

Some of these apologies are those little knee-jerk ones (at the piano, not being able to explain himself after the kiss) and others are about more real things but not in depth enough. After the football field Wille says “I’m sorry for last night” and Simon immediately says “it’s okay,” which like, no, it wasn’t, but I think for a lot of people “its okay” is somewhat synonymous with “I accept your apology,” just less of a mouthful. Maybe Simon shouldn’t have been so quick to forgive Wille, but just like Sara tells him, “you can’t always give everyone a chance, that’s your biggest problem.” That sort of acceptance of apologies is important contrast to when Simon stands up for himself in episode 6 and doesn’t accept it anymore.

And then there’s the last one, which I have. So many thoughts about. It really feels like an all encompassing “I’m sorry,” sorry for everything Simon has gone through, sorry for not being there when he should have, sorry for not being braver, sorry for screwing things up, and a promise that he is going to do everything he can to fix it. You can see him search for the words after the initial apology and he only comes up with “I love you,” which I think is really fucking powerful. “I'm sorry, I love you” is really setting up Wille’s course for season 2, revolution and fixing his mistakes.

What I think is actually more interesting, and very telling of the misplaced priorities that Wille needs to overcome to be better, are his apologies to his mother and to August in episode 6.

He apologizes to his mother almost as soon as she arrives at Hillerska, literally it’s like 2 minutes into the episode, he says “I’m sorry mama” and OH my heart snaps in two every time. It’s not an apology that was necessary, because Wille had done nothing wrong in that respect, but it is the most overtly emotional, explicit apology thus far, not said casually or brushed over. When he tells his mom he’s sorry you can tell he really fucking means it.

Later in the episode, he apologizes to August, and I think as viewers we’re a bit torn here, cause Fuck August, but Wille is apologizing for having brought up Augusts money issues to the society, which was a dick move and did need to be apologized for. He apologizes really explicitly and says for what. (August owes me an apology after that scene for his weird shirt)

I think it’s really telling that these two are who his most genuine and heartfelt apologies (right up til the end, at least) go to, rather than Simon, because it shows us his subconscious priorities, which he needs to overcome, and actively make Simon a priority instead, for their relationship to work.

What else is interesting is that despite all this, the queen does not accept Wille’s apology, just moves on in the conversation, but Simon has very consistently been accepting of his less explicit apologies - Kristina doesn’t forgive him when she should, and Simon forgives him when he shouldn’t.

Originally, my thought was just that Wille makes all these little unnecessary apologies and that makes me sad for him, because he’s been made to feel like he needs to apologize for so much that is neither his fault or a problem at all, and I do still think that’s true, but I think it’s also more complicated. Wille needs to move past his small and unnecessary apologies, but he also needs to start making proper ones. If Wille is ever going to be happy (and GOD, I want him to be, because I really do think he deserves it) he needs to say sorry less, but he needs to apologize more, and I do think he’s starting himself on that track with his last apology to Simon.

#y'all my tumblr was literally lagging trying to type this much #sorry I have so many thoughts and a slightly above average WPM #anyways lmao #young royals #wille young royals #wilhelm young royals #simon young royals #wilmon #queen kristina #queen kristina young royals #august young royals #long post #read more #analysis #character analysis #prince queuehelm

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Hiiiiii could I request a Marauders x reader… platonic. Where they are just coaxing her through a bad day/migraine?

Hii! there isn't that much comforting other then them being clingy and sorta protective, but I still hope you like!!

The Marauders When You Have A Migraine

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[ Warning: fem reader, doodles, eating, migraines/description of headaches, swearing, Sirius refers to you as “their baby” ]

Quick note, there’s a scene where the boys draw on the reader with a marker. I didn’t specify what colour the marker was, so depending on your skin colour you can interrupt the colour as you wish.

You slumped at the Gryffindor dining table, hair matted in a low messy hairstyle. You didn't even try and brush it out, you woke up and left it how it was. You couldn't even bring yourself to dress in new fresh clothing, you wore what you slept in.

Eyeing the breakfast options, you felt a pain tingle through your head. The nerves bunching and squeezing together to make it unbearable to concentrate.

" [ name ]! We have class in 15 minutes and you're not even dressed!" James bellowed from across the table, you pushed your shoes against the floor and slumped. Remus gave a confused look, his eyes narrowing as he glanced between Peter and Sirius.

"Come on, we have time to get some food in 'ya," Sirius declared, pushing toast onto your plate. The curly raven haired male even buttered your toast just the way you liked, even filling your glass with fresh squeezed orange juice.

"How 'ya feel-in?" Peter pronounced through mouthfuls of food, James swatting the blonds head in retaliation. "Wormy, don't speak with your mouth full,"

Sirius cackled from beside you, Peter stomped his foot onto Sirius in response. Sirius made a dramatic scene, falling towards the cold stone floor as he held his foot with forced shaky breaths. "My foot! My foot! I've been assaulted!" He whined, rolling from side to side.

Remus lets out a loud sigh from beside you, your head buzzing from the noise of ongoing chatter. You could hear James laugh loudly, like he always does. Usually his laugh was contagious, but it was incredibly annoying at the moment. Along with snickers and loud whines, you gripped your cup and brought it to your lips. Peter swallowed, reaching for another pancake as he watched you take long sips.

" ya never answered my question," Peter rambled before taking a gracious bite. You shrugged, Sirius sliding back into his seat. The boys all looked towards you, your fork picking at the blueberries Sirius pushed onto your plate moments prior.

"Another headache?" James asked, cleaning his pants from crumbs as he pushed his finished plate aside. You nodded briefly, a plain expression adorned on your features. Another hot buzz dangled in your mind, your forehead throbbing along with it.

"Maybe we should take you to madam Pomfry, you shouldn't be getting them this often," Remus responded. Sirius made a pouting face, before he took you into his arms.

"Our baby is hurt!" Sirius exaggerated loudly, causing staring eyes to look towards the group of friends. You flushed a bit, embarrassed by Sirius nature. You pushed him away, going back to picking at your food.

"I ain't nobody's baby," you said while pushing Sirius further away, James and Peter sniggered as Sirius made puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes, a bit grumpy from the constant throbbing.

"Bloody hell, it fucking hurts. It's not even bad, it's just the constant throbbing is pissing me off," you complained, shoving the piece of toast in your mouth. You watched as students finished eating, occasionally leaving for their first class of the day.

The boys all exchanged looks, Remus placing a hand on your back to give it a gentle rub. You push your plate back, your arms coming on the table as you rest in them.

As more students leave, professor Mcgonagall makes her way over to your rambunctious group. She softens at the scene, seeing the four boys rub your shoulder or arms to try and give their sympathy.

You sigh as you hear her shoes click with the ground, professor Mcgonagall stands a few inches away from you all. She clears her throat, all eyes directing towards her except for you.

"Class is about to start... is there a problem with miss [ last name ]?" The older woman asked, trying to mask her worry. Remus had explained earlier to her that you had been having numerous migraines.

"She's having another headache Minnie, our baby is dying!" Sirius exclaimed, Remus reaching over to swat him away from you with an annoyed look plastered on his face. Even though you couldn't see Sirius, you laughed as you thought about his whining face.

Professor Mcgonagall clasped her tongue, about to tell off Sirius for the nickname he'd given her. But instead, she placed her attention on you.

"I'll take her to the infirmary, surely madam Pomfrey has a potion to help," she explained, the boys all standing together in the same motion. You still kept your head pressed into your forehead.

"Can we go with her?" James whispered, hoping that they could be with you. They all hated when you were in pain, it felt like they had to protect you. You were their bestfriend, they surely couldn't let a thing ever bug you unless it was them.

"I'm sorry Potter, but you have class," Professor McGonagall frowned, the boys were about to protest to stay with you. But Minnie quickly shut them down, her hand raising as all the boys shut their jaws closed.

"It's alright, I'll see you later," you told them, raising with a throb as you walked with them all towards the doors. You parted way painfully, Sirius almost crying as he clung onto your leg. The rest of the boys watched, even James tearing up. He took his round spectacles off, dabbing his eyes with a spare cloth he had in his pocket.

"You can't be serious," you retorted at them, an annoyed look on your face as Minnie checked her watch with frowned eyes.

"Well... technically," Sirius began, but he couldn't finish his sentence as you kicked him off of you. You were upset, tired, and in pain. As much as you loved them, they were too much sometimes.

"Just go, I'll see you later," you tried to cover up your annoyed state, but the boys picked up on it. Sirius straightened up, fixing his shirt as they left with their heads down casted towards the ground.

"Idiots they are," you told Professor McGonagall, she only laughed and led you towards the infirmary.

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After a few missed classes, it was finally lunch. All the boys scrambled to the dining hall, shoving foods on plates. They ignored the stares, jogging up to the infirmary where you slept.

With the creak of the door, Sirius and James peaked inside. They saw no one, only a lump on the farthest bed. They all skipped over to you with slow whispers, trying to make sure you won’t wake up. Sirius pushed the blanket of your face, all of them relieved to see you still asleep.

“Prongs, do you have a spare marker on you?” Sirius asked, a growing smirk on his face. James put down the plate on a nearby table, fishing through his pockets to try and find a marker.

“Pads, no,” Remus said sternly, knowing what the raven haired male would do. Peter looked between the three boys, a bit unsure of what Sirius was going to do. The blonde boy put his plate near James, picking up half a sandwich as he sat near your feet.

“Pads yes,” Sirius smiled widely, James passing him the thick inked marker. Remus rolled his eyes, not stopping Sirius from his antics. Sirius crawled on the bed, an evil smile on his features as he unclasped the marker. He wrote “baby” with big thick letters on your forehead, giggling when you twitched and tried to swat his hand away in your sleeping state.

“Give me the marker,” James whispers, not waiting for Sirius to pass him it as he snatched it for himself. The bispecticle male drew 4 happy stick figures and a rat on your cheek, his tongue poked out in concentration.

“Why am I the only one in my amingi form?” Peter asked, frowning as James passed him the marker. He began to draw a small smiley face in your open palm, writing a messy “Peter was here” on your arm.

“Because, there wasn’t enough room and plus, you’re cuter in rat form,” James teased, but his words sounded very sweet so Peter took it as a compliment. Sirius and Remus cackled loudly, making you stir awake. Your eyes fluttered open, looking around between the boys above you.

“Uh… hello?” You greeted, stretching slightly as you looked around the empty room. Sirius pushed Peter and James away from the bed, sprawling his limbs out to hog you from their affection.

“Hi!” They all chanted at once, Remus moving closer as he pushed at Sirius to make room. The tall male sat down, rummaging through his bag for a minute before pulling out a chocolate bar.

“Eat,” Remus said, even opening the wrapper for you. He broke off a piece, swatting Sirius's wandering hand when he tried to take a piece for himself. You sat up on the bed, unaware of the markings on your skin. You chewed the gooey chocolate, resting against the bed frame with a satisfied hum.

“Did you bring me food?” You asked, a smile on your face as you realized all the plates. The boys nodded, bringing the plates over for you all to feast upon.

“What’s so funny?” You asked when Sirius started to laugh, James also chuckling. You irked slightly, touching over your face to try and see if there were crumbs. This made the boys laugh harder, making you feel embarrassed as you choke out a “what? Is there something on my face?”

You notice the little doodle Peter left you, realizing what had happened. You pushed Sirius's head, making him bump into James. You laughed at the scene, both boys rubbing their forehead with a pouty face.

“Does it come off?” You asked Remus, a sigh on your lips as you ran off towards the bathroom.

“Nope,” he called out, a small smile on his face. You looked in the mirror, seeing the obvious doodles drawn by your boys. You knew exactly who the culprit was for the big letters written on your forehead.

“Sirius! What the hell is this?” You called, stomping back to the bed where they all sat. Sirius raises his hands, pointing to James and Peter. “It’s not just me! They did it as well!”

“You bitch,” James gasped, a hand on his heart as he held a dramatic glint in his eyes. Peter dropped his head, muttering his apologies. All the boys start to bicker at Sirius, calling him a tattletale. You smile and lean back against the bed, bringing a biscuit to your mouth as you watch the quarrel unfold, this was definitely the entertainment you needed on this shitty day.

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