#that pap walk is embarassing

[saintsandstrangers]

I don't want to be mean on here but you know why I know this thing between Hugh Jackman and SF is not going to last?He is freshly divorced and hasn't been by himself in a long time and she is too starstruck by him...in reality no one is perfect and to be leaving your long-partners thinking the grass is greener on the other side will always end up in smoke

The pap walk just killed me ,at your big age omfg!!

[aka-indulgence]

Ouch

(Farmtale!Sans x GN!Reader)

PS. I don’t know if i gendered reader so im p sure its GN? But in case its not you can mention in the comments jkhdffh

Hi guys…. it’s a vent fic mostly about my recent feelings and also rthe lil accident… I think this is the most specific self-inserty vent fic I’ve made djkshfhgfh

been having a hard time ;v;

You’ve worked for Sans as an assistant for some time now. It’s been going as well as you’d expect; coming from the city it takes you time to get used to living and working as physically as you do. So far you’ve managed it, but when one bad stumble sends you to the clinic, all the stress comes crashing down.

TW: descriptions of injury and blood

(also minor mental breakdown(???) being stressed and frustrated with themselves, so if be aware if you’re sensitive to those kinds of things)

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Everything stings. The adrenaline's faded away, and what wounds and bruises you managed to ignore for half an hour, has made itself painfully known. Despite all your wounds to be relatively shallow, you feel your skin tugging whenever you moved, and so you sat awkwardly, one leg stretched out, and your arm placed carefully on your lap. You looked out through the window, breaths slow but heavy, your umarred fingers gripping tightly onto the hem of your shirt. You felt bad about not talking to Papyrus, having been so kind, concerning you and immediately driving you out to Alphys' clinic, leaving his work behind. You hadn't been able to keep your emotions in control (understandably, but that didn't mean you were happy with it) and might've spoken in panicked aggression. You only managed to say watery thank yous to him when you arrived, only replying to his question on sending you home with an equally watery 'yeah'.

The drive was long, and quiet. You didn't dare open your mouth, for fear the tears and the feelings you've been pressing down to flood you and your poor skeletal friend. He didn't have to deal with you, but you're so thankful he bothered. You're alone with your thoughts in the silent drive, and it makes you bite your lip and claw at your clothes. Your eyes felt pressure, but you weren't willing to spill.

When you arrived, you opened the door before Papuyrus could go around and open it for you.

"ARE YOU OK TO WALK ALONE?"

"Yeah."

"DO YOU NEED ANYMORE HELP?"

You let out a breath. "Thanks Pap, you've been a lot of help. S-sorry, I just need to be alone right now, I'll come back."

You feel guilty for brushing him off and rushing off like you did, but you don't think you can take the mortification of bursting to tears in front of him.

You head to the back of the barn, where no one walking down the road would be able to see you sulking. You got on the little bare essentials bench, where the wooden planks were just a touch too narrow, and the legs wobbled with every movement. The way they were built meant that there was a gap between it and the wall, and you hunched uncomfortably against it. The discomfort added to the storm of feelings that seemed to choke your throat.

You bit the finger of your left hand, your right shaking as you turn it this way and that to look at your bandages.

Just a light touch made it sting, and you could see they were already staining red. You grit your teeth thinking of the wounds they hide, and you cringe at the thought of bleeding.

A nameless fear in your heart, a pressure in your chest, the sounds of your swallowing were loud. Despite your efforts your breaths turn shallow and tears pricked your eyes, your body shakes.

But you go still when the backdoor swings open.

"y/n!?"

Sans is here. You're not willing to look at him, your eyes as wide as saucers, cheeks pink with embarassment.

There's a beat of silence when you don't respond to him.

"your leg… your arm-!! are you ok?"

You can hear him physically trying to calm himself down, wanting nothing more than to run to you, but reading the way you try to shrink in on yourself.

You look at the fields swaying in the wind through gaps in your hair while his shadow comes closer. His weight makes the bench creak, and a large, warm hand is placed on your back.

"y/n," he coaxes, gentler this time.

"N-no," you stutter, "I'm not ok,"

This is why you were trying to avoid everyone. You didn't… you didn't want anyone seeing you while you're 'not ok'. Not in this way.

He gives you space, the sounds of your shaky breath filling the silence.

He rubs your back slowly.

"if you need to cry, just let it out."

How… dare he…!

Just like that, your barely calmed breaths turn into hiccupy, shaky sobs, as you grit your teeth in the futile attempt to stop yourself. Your face breaks and you squeeze your eyes shut as you finally let yourself cry, one fist curled, covering your face, the other laying helplessly on your lap. You curl into yourself your face quickly getting wet, your fingers trying to find hold on your face and finding none, slipping down to cover your wreaking sobs. You can't stop it, you can't stop your tears from falling, you can't stop the sounds you're making, you can't stop the shuddering of your body.

You make a truly pitiful noise when, after turning towards him, Sans wraps his arms around you.

You don't remember when you cried so… loudly. Where it's all just out there, and your whole body jolts with every sob. You rub your face in his shirt. He smells like the fields, like the forest, of sunny days and a fireplace. He's pleasantly warm. Your free hand grips him like a lifeline, and though part of you is embarassed with your display, this was the comfort you sorely needed.

Through it all, Sans stays quiet, his skull on top of your head, rubbing comfortingly on your back.

You don't know how long you stayed there. A couple minutes until your sobs quietens, and what's left are the hiccups that interrupt your breaths.

Sans' hand moves to your hair, giving it a small scratch.

"do you think you're ready to talk now?"

You take a peek away from his chest, the world still abstracted into blobs until you blink them away.

Your breath shakes. "Y… yeah. I think so,"

You push off him, still shaking. You take a glance at his face and… his eyelights looked so warm.

"Your shirt," you see the smears on it and wince. "It's all dirty now,"

Sans waves you off. "i don't mind that one bit. now will you tell me what happened?"

You press your lips your hand covering your mouth, glancing back and forth from him. That shameful feeling came back, though not as strong as before, probably because you already bawled your eyes out. Your exhale comes out in a puff, and you deflate.

"I don't… rrrgh, it's stupid."

"i doubt it is,"

"Maybe I'll surprise you," you give a weak laugh.

You try to speak, but for a few seconds nothing comes out, only self depriciating thoughts, which you do your best to silence. You shake your face and try again.

"Ugh… It was raining earlier today, right? So the middle way between the fields was really wet and muddy. And you know, the hill over there to the side that's kind of steep, the one you say not to go over… well it was dryer than the middle path. And I hadn't had my walk today, and I was feeling really cabin fever or- or something. And we've walked over that way a couple times when it was dry so I thought hey, it's been a while since the rain, I'll be fine. I was just supposed to have a boring walk for what, 5? 15 minutes? Before the sun goes down? Or before I lose the motivation to do anything? And— ha, I had to spend two hours on the road and in the clinic, get stitches for what, slipping down the hill that I wasn't supposed to be walking over?"

You feel the anger bubbling over you again.

"I j-just, there was a muddy patch and the ground slipped under me— then I was suddenly slipping with the grass and the dirt scratching my side, and I guess there was a lot of sharp rocks there that sliced me up. It was supposed to be boring! It wasn't even that bad a fall so why—" you pulled the sleeve of your cardigan down, "do I have stitches in my arm?!"

Sans blinks at the sight. It's been a little less than an hour since you were covered up, but already you can see some red staining the gauze. The sight makes you feel a little sick, and you wonder how much more you'll bleed until it stops.

"I just slipped and fell… why did it have to be so much…?" quiet tears run down your already soaked face.

Your tattered jeans, splattered with blood when a particularly sharp rock dug into you. You could already see bruises forming, and they were all over your leg.

Tenderly, Sans takes your arm and looks it over, thumbing around the dressings. "oh my soul… that was a nasty tumble. the hill side on the north can be slippery, especially after the rain."

"Yeah… and I should've known that from the start. The north hill isn't a great place to walk on the best day, and I already felt the ground was damp when I walked over. Why didn't I stop? I should've stopped, all of this could've been avoided if I'd just didn't-! I'm so stupid!"

Sans' mouth falls to a frown. "now that ain't true,"

"And now I don't know if I can work much like this," you point to your; everything, "not that I was doing that much work to begin with, here, I get tired so easily, I can't lift two haystacks at once, I can't clean the barn quickly, I struggle to wake up early, I'm— I already mess up as much as I do, and now I can barely do anything. And and! why is it so cold?!?"

You shiver when the wind gets under your shirt, and you feel the stings from your wounds when you move. You become keenly aware of the dirt that still caked the bottom of your jeans and the side of your face that you hadn't bothered to clean. It feels dry, and sticky, and some of your tears made smears on your face and you see their mark on Sans' shirt and— you start to hyperventilate again. 

"I don't, I can't— I can't do anything right! I'm just a-a, loser city girl! I'm a failure!"

The tears come back, dribbling down yor cheeks and your chin, while you try to gasp for breath. The air's so cold, and you're embarassing yourself in front of your—

Sans is hugging you, careful not to touch your wounded arm and leg, tucking you under his chin again.

He squeezes.

"you're wrong. don't say that," he says, with a conviction you've never heard before from him.

You're shivering. You're not sure if it's from the cold or the state of mind you've been in. It's a good thing you have a large skeleton wrapped around you.

You sniffle. "I'm sorry,"

"hush, i won't be hearing none of that."

"I've been of n-no help, and I keep bothering you with stuff, I feel I just give you more work-"

"shhh…"

His fingers are in your hair. Oh you feel so miserable, but so comforted. You just want to curl into a sad little ball.

"I just feel… like I could've avoided that. And I can't do this job like you do. I just don't feel… good," you say, quietly.

"and it's alright to feel that way. of course you'd feel this way after a fall like that," he reassures you, but adds, "but you didn't know. accidents happen. i know you ain't the wreckless type. you're not stupid. sure you can't do all the things that i do, but i can't say i care much 'bout that. you try, even though i see you struggling. not many are willing to do that, y'know? no city… 'loser' would even try to do the things you're doing."

You look at him with a crook in your lips.

"honestly. all i'm concerned with right now is getting you to better shape. not because i need an extra farmhand, but because i worry about you. don't worry about work, 'least before you get better."

You give him a weak smile, scratching the unmarred part of your skin absentmindedly.

"I know… farmers usually ignore their injuries,"

"because we're a stubborn bunch." Sans chuckles, "just because you're not like us doesn't mean it's bad. i like seeing through your fresh eyes… when you cheer at a sheep, wow at the rolling grass fields… when you scream at a cow,"

You blurt a laugh. "Oh my god don't mention that… is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"it's supposed to make you laugh. it worked, didn't it?"

You laugh as Sans tucks a hair behind your ear.

"y/n… i don't think you're a failure," he tells you, taking out a handkerchief to wipe your dirty cheek.

("No don't… I dirtied your shirt enough,"

"to void with it. it's what it's made for, and not like i'm not used to the dirt.")

"or that you're stupid… i don't like you saying those things about yourself. you had a rough day, you're hurt and you're dirty, so of course you're angry with ev'rything. but you're no failure, i don't think so."

… You do feel a little better having your face be cleared out.

"I don't know Sans… it's hard to feel that way when I'm like this," you turn your hand around, looking at the bandage on your palm.

Sans takes it, 'inspects' it, and… gives it a kiss.

"Uf!" you exhaled in surprise, your wet cheeks glowing pink.

"sorry, did that hurt?"

"N-no, I'm fine," you're balling your fist so tightly around your shirt, the whites of your knuckles were showing.

Thumb on the back of your hand, avoiding the bandages.

"you don't have to feel better now. but i'll make sure you will,"

"… Ok," you mustered, even if a stray tear still fell from your eye.

Sans looks down at the bench that has kept creaking with every movement he makes. "maybe the first thing we ought to do is get off this darned rickety thing. i don't think sitting halfway off the plank curled like a whimsun is helping your feelings,"

You snort a laugh. If you were sitting uncomfortably on this bench, Sans was practically doing a wall squat with how little bench was under him, and you worry he'll break it.

He's right. Also your posture is starting to make you all too aware of your spine.

"Ok,"

You gladly take his offer and his hand to go inside the house where a plush couch waiting for you just in front of the fireplace.

[silvyysthings]

OMG. Did you see Taylor Swifts publicist posted a clap back to Dmoo which is trending on tw. She said enough is enough with these fabricated lies from Dmoo amongst other things. Good on her as Dmoo site seems to have become a combination of leaks and blinds from publicists and fans mostly about the K family ALL POSITIVE and GLOWING basically behaving like an extension of their PR Team or never ending posts about Taylor which are good and bad because Taylor is actually a star with an enormous fanbase that dmoo keeps tapping into to build her site. Taylor’s publicist had enough. Good for her. Now when are Timmy’s team going to call out the lies? Or is it actually reciprocal? Yesterday dmoo posted Timmy with his Starbucks pap walk and a blind about him and kj being extra intimate behind that red curtain at the afterparty nobody saw her at. Sure Jan. Was that before or after kj organised for them to escape through a secret tunnel after they danced and drunk her sisters tequila at their own private after party. Yes “a source” actually said that. You cannot make this shit up and yet they do.

💯💯 anon thank you

Tim's team is embarassing compared to Taylor's team. Let these rumours spreading while he is promoting a children movie 🤦‍♀️

It's all so cringe

[twopoppies]

“Harry was so pissed. And Kid Harpoon saved him from having to sit next to Olivia in the car.”

Same anon asking about this night. As I wrote before, I wasn’t around because after that awful pda pap photos from NY - which popped up exactly one year ago, happy anniversary yay 🤮 - I just had enough of him and had to take a month off because that photos kinda really pissed me off like after how ignorant he was and embarassed her in Venice and then suddenly he was kissing her to be a loving boyfriend again? Ok, now I know it probably wasn’t really his fault and he had to do it because DWD just dropped at cinemas everywhere so it was all for the PR…anyway back to that concert of Wolf Alice, my cousin told me there were photos and even a video from the street where he was walking like 10 meters in front of her and she had to literally run to catch his powerwalk tempo. And yes, also remember he looked the most miserable and pissed that night. God, I’m so happy it’s over.

She makes me sick to my stomach. I hope she gets exactly what she deserves. I honestly can’t believe how angry even thinking about her makes me.

[triplexdoublex]

I was at MGK weekend and it was amazing. It was really nice to see Kells so happy with his day ones without that dumb rat around. Seeing him perform the old songs was amazing and he truly is an amazing person. There was some weird ass girl wearing a megan shirt to the actual Sunday event which is so embarassing and also today at the 27 club, which Rook was at today. I just find it so embarassing that people choose to wear stupid Megan shirts in Cleveland when we’re all supposed to be celebrating him. Not her fake ass self. She even met Rook but I don’t think he said anything about her shirt thankfully he was probably dying inside highkey though. I’m not excited for the next pap walks though and I feel like they’re coming since he’s got a few shows coming up again in like 3 weeks but I really wish they wouldn’t come.

That’s amazing I’m so happy for you that you got to go! Did you get to meet any of them? Yeah wearing a Megan shirt to MGK day is tacky AF. Honestly a Megan Fox shirt is just plain tacky in general lol even those Vday ones with Kells and her makes me roll my eyes 🙄

[gossipteasworld]

I don't have any sympathy for kaia's publicity antics . She embarasses herself by staging these pap walks instead of focusing on acting (if that is what she really wants)

Neither do I, she calls the paps on herself and that's the response she gets, consequences 🫢

[rockchick94]

Of course Deuxmoi and Backgrid teamed up on this. They did for the last pap walk. Now it makes sense why Joe allegedly told that guy who met them at the airport no photos-he knew there were paid ones being taken. So so stupid.

That's true. It's embarassing

[justalildance]

Pap walks. Pap photos. Fan sightings Everyday. And this is supposed to be normal?

[skepticalarrie]

The girl is out there DMing fanpages (the two she has) that they haven't broken up?!?!!! This is literally unhinged pro max ultra😂😂 and I refuse to blame it on her age because I'm a year younger than her and I am embarassed for her!! I honestly don't believe that she was doing any "job" by interacting with fans or posting suggestive stories, I think her job was only limited till that pap walk and after that was all her own ✨creativity✨

Honestly, love, I think she just has no idea what she got herself into. This fandom is not for amateurs and she is just that. I'm not going to pretend I feel sorry for her, because I don't, but she has no fucking clue what she's doing and Louis' team apparently hasn't given her any support.

[thelonesomequeen]

Everything is so cringe to watch, but I can't look away 👀👀👀

Also, the way Chris and his team managed the entire situation was 🤮 from the beginning. I get he doesn't own his fans anything, but on the other hand he needs them somehow. His strategy has always been "don't give any explanation and it will go away", even before Alba (see Londongate), but maybe this was not the case. Maybe they could have handled it differently, maybe he could have let us know and like Alba somehow (and no, I'm not talking about embarassing pap walks and chin videos). It's hard to believe his PR team couldn't come up with something better and funny (I take Ryan and Blake relationship as an example here).

But maybe the simplest explanation is that he doesn't care about his "amazing fans" and probably we are not something he and his team are willing to spend time and energy on.

Yeah, well, a lot of fans haven’t exactly been “amazing”. So maybe he’s willing to lose a few if it means shaking off some of the more….obsessed. 🧜🏻‍♀️

[talkingharrystyles]

MAJOR embarassing moment too was the trailer pap shoot where they’re talking and smiling pretending to flirt/have fucked or whatever they tried to make us think but no one gave a shit about lmao i will never see harry the way i did before this mess.

honorable mentions by me: wedding gate, santa barbara pap walk/harry & co at the mercedes during peak of the covid, yachtgate, harry posing in the house "they live together"

No one saw the seeding because nobody believed it!! Remember the hug on set? They were this new couple but it was so forced

[theopinionoftheredheads]

CE in a music video with Lizzo, girl you are so embarassing 🙄 // I’m wondering if he’s doing this to get publicity instead of doing the fake date pap walks. I don’t know which is worse. I think he’s too famous to be doing this video. Would George, Leo or the rest stoop that low. It just seems a dumb thing to do when you are A list.

It Is clearly a PR move, since Lizzo has been milking It since forever.

Ginger

[sassyfrassboss]

If Netflix has final editing muscle they will insure MM does not appear in the documentary. If they do not, and she appears, (as she is a head case) it will mirror her attention seeking at the embarassing speech at the Van Straubenzee memorial, & at Endeavor dinner giving out awards. Abnormal attention seeking to be the "face" of all events i.e., M&H in family photos with fake laughing, O interview, barging ahead in RF social/royal events, pap walks, balcony placement/publicly talking to no one.

I think Meghan will try and make sure that she is in the Netflix doc as many times as she can possibly pull...she wants maximum exposure and she believes that AUS tour during the Invictus Games was her crowning glory. She truly thought she did so well the other family members were jealous. Then a few months later they sent Andrew down on an apology tour. 

[gyllenhaalstories]

No one talks about this but what do u think dad!jake would be like ?

more dad jake content!!!!!! i’m such a softie for dads lately, so thank you for sending this, lovely anon! warnings: very brief mention of smut at the end, -10 coherence and just some random ideas written at 4 am, overall just sweet fluff! <3

read build a bear here (dad!jake one shot) by clicking on the source link below!

jake radiates fun uncle energy. but as a dad? it’s x1000000 stronger.

dad jokes. dad pranks. dad outfits. dad activities. dad everything.

you rarely got to see this side of him, his goofiness and free spirit were things he kept hidden to himself most of the time. and when the baby comes to the world? he’s just full on silly and happy and easy going.

he’s a very protective dad. very secret dad too. normal famous jake dad would probably hide his child from the media for a little while. you could announce the pregnancy, sure, but there would be no mentions of due dates so that paps don’t run after you expecting to catch a glimpse of this squishy little potato looking newborn face. and when you announce the child is born, it’s been already a few weeks.

he’s so protective of your child, always cuddling them in his expert arms, making sure you have the best equipment for bath time, for them to sleep safely, for clothes, for diapers... your house is baby proof from floor to ceiling and he’d wrap the infant in bubble wrap if he could.

it only gets worse as the child grows older. yeah, sure, he’d toss them up in the sky to make them laugh and catch them carefully, do all sorts of tricks knowing he will always catch and keep the child safe, but he’d want nothing bad to happen to them. 

HE SPOILS YOUR KIDDO ROTTEN. AND YOU? IT’S EVEN WORSE.

spa days for the tired mama. diaper and milk rounds at night to let you sleep. massages in the bathtub while baby is napping. all your favourite foods before you even get hungry. he bought you super cute maternity clothes, but now that you’re losing slowly your pregnancy belly (hey! there’s no rush into losing it, okay? you do you boo boo and you take care of yourself the way you want it! i just imagine that without a living being inside of your uterus, it’s not as big as before but i know nothing so don’t quote me on that), he’s getting you even prettier clothes with all the “mama” quotes and labels on them.

for the kid? all the toys, stuffed animals, gadgets, decorations, onesies they could ever dream of. he wants to give your child the best life possible.

the child’s first words will be mommy, and jake is absolutely thrilled about it because that’s right kiddo mommy is superior!

the kid will be a very smart one, even at a young age. i’m not speaking genius level smart, just very alert and sensitive and emotionally intelligent. those are just your values passed down to your kid. you’re raising the kindest soul on earth. 

he’d take the kid to all the fun activities. he wants to build memories, maybe more for the parents than the kid, but still. he would be obsessed with taking and framing photos to hang them around the house. he wants to go back to these photo albums when the kid will be older and remember all of the fun times.

he’s also very scared of the child growing old and realizing it’s embarassing to get raspberry kisses in public or always be held in your parents’ arms or sit on their shoulders as you walk to the park. he wants to keep this tiny mini-me safe from the outside world for as long as he can.

he would be very smooth on the toddler’s education. he wants to make sure the child develops a beautiful personality and character, and adapt from there. your child would be curious, compassionate, caring. all the good things he loves about you.

jake would be strict on one thing: having his sister or both yours and his parents involved to give the two of you breaks when needed. you’d get away for a day, for a night, maybe even for a weekend. you both love your child to the ends of the world, but you also love your significant other and that’s one thing jake wants to preserve.

you might be the mother of his child, you’re still his cock slut that he loves to fuck nice and rough until you cry of pleasure and he collapses on top of you when he came twice deep inside of you while telling you he can’t wait to fill you up full of his kids again <3

i have one more dad!jake request... should i keep it for teenager!kid???

[flying-nightwing]

Shame and Toxic Fame (vol. 1)

Ah! I’m back with a two (maybe three?) part story which is kinda inspired by the song Life of the Party by All Time Low (not shawn mendes lmao). If you don’t know it check it out it’s super good. 

In this one reader is a famous singer because why not! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Jason Todd x Music star!reader

Word count: 3727

Warnings: Mention of substance abuse (both alcohol and drugs), light bar fight violence

I spent an embarassing amount of time searching for a gif for this one oof

The night was going absolutely great until you took a look at yourself in the mirror during a quick fix up.

You were a mess.

Your red eyes were contrasting with your smudged dark makeup, your bronzer and highlighter were mostly gone and the poor imitation of a lipstick stain was stretched all over your mouth and teeth. You lifted a hand to fix it, but in your dizzy state, it didn’t do much. Your purple top was ruined with alcohol and your bracelets were stuck on your skin from the sugar of your drinks’ mixers. You had a moment of lucidity right there, asking how the hell you ended up at rock bottom so quick, but you didn’t like it. You reached in your pocket and took the last smiley face pill in your little plastic bag, and like it, you put a grin on your face and returned to the party. You grabbed a bottle of wine from the bar, made your way over the passed out people on the ground and rejoined the dancefloor. 

You were dancing, high on the colors and sound waves around you when the illusion shattered. 

Your ex walked in with his friends, laughing and joking like he owned the place. You gasped in offense at the audacity of him showing up to your birthday party. At your place. Like he hadn’t humiliated you publicly less than a month ago in front of the whole world. Your grip on the bottle tightened and you stomped in his direction. His friends noticed your first, halting their laugh and tapping him on the chest. His eyes met yours and they widened in humour at your state.

“You!” You screamed. The music turned down, the chatter died. Murmurs went around the crowd and cameras got taken out as people formed a circle around you. 

“Me” He pointed at himself.

“How dare you!” You pushed him back, suddenly unhinged. He laughed with the crowd, holding his hands up in defense. But he wasn't taking you seriously. “How dare you show up here!”

“It said open house, darling” Now he was patronizing. “I can be here. Beside, happy birthday”

“Get out” You gritted your teeth. “GET OUT”

“No”

Without really thinking, you lifted your bottle and slammed it on the table, shattering it. Yelps went around the crowd, and they got even louder when you pointed the jagged end in his direction.

“Wow WOW” He backed up. “Fucking crazy bitch!”

You couldn’t really recall what went next. People came in between you two as he kept shouting for someone to “take this crazy bitch away from him”. Arms restrained you around the waist, you threw up, you think, and you blacked out.

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You groaned as you felt sunlight hit your eyes. You threw an arm over your face and forced yourself not to think about your fragile stomach. The taste in your mouth was foul and your head was pounding like crazy. Now you had become quite the expert on hangovers lately, but this one was definitely the worst you had ever had. And it became only worse when memories from the night before started to come back, if it was even possible. 

The thought of that shitshow alone made you puke. 

You turned around in your bed, knowing you’d have to clean the alcohol off your floor anyway. Beside, you wouldn’t have made it to the bathroom on time. But to your surprise, you found a metal bucket at the foot of the bed, ready for you to grab and hurl the content of your stomach in it. Only when you didn’t have anything more to throw up that you realized you did not own anything like this bucket, or that the bedside table had gone from your cherry wood to an unfamiliar oak grey. Thinking about it, you didn’t own a navy blue carpet, nor were your sheets that color either. 

Fuck.

You looked around in panic when you realized that you were not, in fact, in your bedroom. You had been changed into a large t-shirt, but you still had your underwear underneath it as well as your purple tank top. You half sighed in relief, then hissed at the pounding in your head. You had sat up way too quickly and now you made it worse. Your eyes were dragged to the bucket, and your nose scrunched up. You would have thrown up again if there had been anything left in your stomach. Then your eyes trailed to the grey oak night table, on which there was your phone (plugged in a charger?) beside two ibuprofen and a glass of water. 

Without question, you took them and drank the water slowly to make them pass. You were parched, but your stomach did not like the input of liquid right now. When you were sure the water wouldn’t come back out, you slowly reached for your phone and flinched even before turning on the lockscreen. Your fears were confirmed when you came face to face with about a hundred texts with the same thumbnail and a lot of capital letters and punctuation. You had a ridiculous amount of notifications from every social apps you had, and they were still getting in as you stared in shock at your screen. Your hand flew to your mouth, not from the threat of puking this time. Tears brimmed your eyes as you realized just exactly what you had put yourself into. You shook your head, feeling your breathing accelerate. You were overwhelmed, and instead of opening conversations--any conversation--you just shut your phone down and threw it on the floor.

“What have I done” You mumbled to yourself, trying to swallow back the panic attack threatening to surface. Dragged in the mud the remaining of your pride, that’s what you did.

A quiet knock on the door pulled you back from your own spiral of shame. You didn’t speak. “Uh, (Y/N), are you okay? I heard a thud from here”

“Yeah” You replied, and you voice came back more hoarse than you thought. The voice was male, and it seemed uncertain. You did not recognize it. “Thanks”

“... Can I come in?”

You considered refusing, as you were still too ashamed to face anyone, and still unsure about the intention of whoever brought you here. But then again, they didn’t seem to have touched you, and they asked to come in rather than barge in. Also, they had left a bucket. That was the most anyone did for you in a while. 

“S-Sure”

The door creaked open and a tall man with dark hair stood behind it. He peeked inside, like he was hesitant to step in further, but he nodded to himself when he saw you weren't dead. And if you looked like a dressing room carpet after a Guns and Roses after party, which you most certainly did, he did not let it show on his face. 

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright” He hummed. “Last night, you seemed pretty… Uh...”

“Wasted? Trashed? Ridiculous?” You offered with a sad smile, waiting for him to laugh at you or show you a video of what you did.

“I was thinking more of in need of a hand” He replied gently, taking you aback. “My brother and I brought you back here before the paps could swarm the place, but don’t worry my sister changed you. I wasn’t--”

You looked down at the shirt, then back at him.

“Thanks” Your eyes filled with water again. 

“Oh, hey, no please--” He rushed inside. “Please don’t cry”

Obviously, that was the one thing not to say, because as if on cue you began crying. He grabbed the tissue box on the desk and brought it to you. You mumbled a thanks and blew your nose with all the grace left you possessed. Now you must have truly looked like a sight for sore eyes, bawling in a stranger’s bedroom as he handed you tissues. 

“Hey, come on, it’s okay” He shushed, giving you awkward pats on the back. You could tell he didn’t do that often, judging by his awkwardness, but it did make you feel better. At least he wasn’t judging you like he should be; he must have seen the pathetic excuse of a fight that had gone down at your party. “Let it all out”

You finally calmed down after a few minutes, sniffing and wiping your eyes. You took a deep breath, then another one and nodded. Your glance trailed up to his face, and much to his credit he did not grimace at your state from up close. He seemed uncomfortable, but not enough to be on the verge of running away. If anything, he did look genuinely concerned, which was unusual for your typical entourage. “What’s your name?”

“Jason”

“That’s a nice name” You lifted the corner of your lips. “Where are we?”

“Wayne Manor”

Your eyes widened. He’s that Jason?

“Yeah” Amusement overtook his features while you froze. He figured you did not intend to say that out loud. 

You were in the Wayne Manor with an actual legend, and you hadn’t even realized it. He was even more famous than you, mostly for being the Wayne son that was found after two years of having disappeared. 

“I’m sorry to tell you that your reputation is now forever tainted” You scoffed weakly. “Bringing back the breakdown diva will make people talk”

He snorted. “I doubt that’s the thing I’ll be remembered about”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I, uh” He scratched the back of his neck. “You really don’t recall what went down yesterday?”

“No” You shook your head. “I can’t see past the moment I yelled at my ex to get out”

“Okay… Just to be sure, he was the bad guy, right?” He flinched, and your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “I might uh. You know what, it’ll just be easier to show you”

He fished out his phone out of his back pocket and pulled out a video, then dragged the time mark to one specific moment. He handed you the phone and you pressed play. It started as you smashed the bottle, making wine explode everywhere including on yourself. Not your proudest moment. Then the crowd shrieked and people came to break the fight, you were pulled out of view as Jason appeared, trying to make your ex back off. Something the mic didn’t quite catch was said, and that’s when you saw what he meant. In barely a second, Jason blocked your ex’s punch and replied with two quick ones of his own. Your ex was sent flying backwards, unconscious and bloody, and the video ended with that.

Your jaw dropped. “Oh god”

“Yeah” He sighed. “Sorry”

“Sorry?” Your eyes flickered back to him as you handed him his phone. “N-No, don’t be. I mean, he definitely deserved that”

It was his time to be taken aback.

“You’re good with that?”

“Obviously” You gave him a small smile. “I just wish I was the one who punched him”

“Well, judging by the smash bottle of wine you were holding up, I’d say you came pretty damn close” 

You allowed yourself to chuckle before you remembered you were still a surprise guest in the manor. Jason had helped you out, but he and his family would probably want you out of their home as soon as possible. You looked down at your laps and fidgeted with your fingers.

“I, uh, I should go” You mumbled. “I don’t want to burden you much longer with my presence, uh, you must want me out of here”

He blinked.

“You’re not a burden” He replied. “You still seem pretty shaken up. You can stay here as long as you want, the house is certainly big enough”

You bit the inside of your cheek. On one hand, you really did feel like imposing. On the other hand, the offer really did sound tempting. You weren’t ready to face the world just yet, and Wayne Manor was the perfect hideout for you to ride out the embarrassment. But Jason had already been way too nice to you as it was, and it was more than you deserved.

You shook your head. “Thanks, but--”

“I know you don’t want to go” He interrupted you softly. “I can see it, and I understand. You don’t have to expose yourself to the vultures just yet”

You felt the back of your neck heat up. You had no idea any of Bruce Wayne’s kid would be so… Not what you thought they’d be. You surely did not expect that level of kindness. 

“Don’t you worry, we’ve all been there” He looked up, then gave you a knowing smile. “Take your time, there’s a bathroom right behind this door, fresh clothes in the drawers and a fully stocked kitchen when you’re ready to eat something. I make an amazing hangover smoothie”

He stood up and walked to the door.

“Thank you, Jason”

He nodded, then left you to do your stuff. You remained on the bed for a couple of minutes, texting a few people close to you you were okay, before you got a draft of your own smell. You gagged and immediately went for the shower.

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Freshly showered and changed, you timidly headed down to the kitchen. You got lost a few times on the way there, but you finally made it. You were relieved there was only Jason preparing food; you weren’t sure coming face to face with Bruce Wayne would be a great idea in your state. You were all cleaned up, but even a good wash couldn’t erase the bags under your eyes or the pounding in your head that made you flinch every now and then.

“Feeling better?” 

“Much better” You smiled. “Thank you”

“Hey, no problem” He chuckled as he pushed a glass with a thick, pale green liquid your way. “Besides, it’s kind of an honor to have you here”

You cocked your head to the side.

“I mean, you’re pret-ty amazing” He said, taking a bite of his toast. “You have some admirers around here… Talking of which”

You followed his glance behind you, where a grinning, wide eyed young man was standing. You knew who he was, Dick Grayson was hard not to notice around Gotham. You were just surprised of his reaction from seeing, apparently, well, you. 

“Hi” He smiled even brighter, if it was possible. “I’m Dick. Big fan”

“Hi” You gave him a small wave back. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Uh?”

“I was there too yesterday. I held you up when you, well”

“Oh” You looked away. So, that was the brother that had witnessed your disgrace in live action. Super. “Yeah, I feel better, thanks”

“Great!” The sound made you flinch as it resonated in your head, making him mutter a sheepish apology. 

“Alright Grayson, now’s not the time to be a fanboy” Jason teased, before he turned to face you. “Come, I’ll show you somewhere quiet to pass the hangover”

You grabbed your glass and followed him out of the kitchen and around the manor to some remote room on the end of a wing. He pushed the door open to a room with wide windows and warm lightning, a library you realized by the few bookshelves around. 

“Make yourself comfortable” He gestured to the seats around. “It’s the most relaxing place in the house, because my siblings are not allowed here”

“Why is that?”

“My library, my rules” 

“Your library?” You raised your eyebrows, but he just shrugged. 

“They can use the big one” He explained. “This is my space, and it comes handy when you have four annoying siblings”

“Gotcha” You smiled lightly as you walked around the room, observing the book titles. He had interesting tastes, you had no idea again he was that kind of guy. Well, you knew next to nothing about him, come to think of it. But the little you thought you had right from the tabloids was totally wrong. You kept snooping around as he sat in a chair and opened a book, until you came face to face with a beautiful acoustic six strings waiting there. You reached for it, but pulled your hand back last second. When you glanced back at Jason, he was already looking at you above his book. 

“May I?”

“Knock yourself out” He gestured to it, then returned to his book.

You restrained your new found excitement as you carefully picked the guitar up from its stand and carried it to a seat. A couple of strums told you it was slightly out of tune, so you adjusted the keys until it sounded on the note. You began playing the strings softly and humming along, until you felt Jason’s stare on you. His book was down on his laps and he had an interested glint in his eyes. Your fingers paused as you felt once again the heat creep up your neck. 

“I’m sorry if I’m disturbing your reading” You mumbled, suddenly feeling bad for violating his silent heaven.

“No, don’t worry” He reassured. “It’s quite nice. Did you compose that yourself?”

“Uh, yeah” You nodded. “It’s been so long, though. I don’t compose much anymore”

“Why?”

You smiled sadly. “I now have an extensive team of producers that make my music for me. Apparently, getting that catchy, polished, flawless radio hit is the priority these days. Better for business”

“Yeah well, that’s bullshit if you ask me” He leaned slightly forward. “I think a personal, heartfelt song will always be better”

“You and I both” You sighed. “Honestly I have no idea how I ended up here, or where I went wrong”

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows drew in confusion. “You didn’t go that bad”

“Are you kidding me?” You choked on air, your eyes widening. “Haven’t you followed the tabloids the last year? Hell, you were there yesterday. You saw how trashed I was, and that was hardly an exception. I have earned a title of Breakdown Princess for a reason”

“Maybe” He shrugged. “But you were part of a culture putting inhuman pressure on public figures, especially women to perform and be perfect all the time ever since you were what, sixteen? And with what I’ve seen from that guy I punched… Anyway. All I’m saying is, don’t blame yourself too much for a game you were tricked to play”

You could only stare at him blankly, blinking rapidly. You had expected him to get it a bit, with being the son of Bruce Wayne and all. But holy shit, even you had never seen it like this before. Maybe he had a point. When you looked at it, the pressure you endured from everyone around you, the endless parties your agent had booked you to attend, the new album, the promos and press tours, actual tours, the substance addiction scandal, all the shit with your ex that tanked your reputation, hitting rock bottom… 

The last year had been hell, to say the least.

“How do you know all that?” Your question was genuine, and he gave you a quizzical half smile and a little shrug.

“When I told you earlier that we’ve all been there…” He trailed off. “Just know that I know how it feels. To have pressure to be someone you’re not”

“Well” You took a deep breath. “Thank you, I think I needed to hear that”

“Don’t mention it” He leaned back in his chair, before his expression subtly changed. “Actually, I’d have a little request, if you don’t mind”

“Go ahead” 

“Could you play that song for me?” He asked. “I’d like to hear it”

You smiled and nodded at the innocence of his request. Of course you could do that to the person that literally swooped in and saved the day, and provided you with care after your own shit show. You began strumming the song you were playing just before, this time fully singing along. It had been years since you had played it, but it was your favourite you had ever written, and you still remembered it by heart. It made you smile even more, definitely bringing you in a good mood. You played the last chords of the song and looked up to see Jason hanging onto every sound.

“I…” He began. “Wow. Why was that never released again?”

You shrugged lightly. “My agent wouldn’t let me, I guess”

“You should release it anyway” He continued. “This is honest to god amazing”

“Thanks” You let out a quiet laugh, scratching the back of your neck. “Honestly, I wish I could just… Fire everyone. And get back to the basics, release my on stuff, you know?”

“Then do it”

“I can’t just do it” You replied quickly in confusion. “There are contracts and--”

“Sure you can” He said, an amused yet relaxed expression on his face. “I, Jason Todd, give you the explicit permission to use the Wayne name to scare any lawyer getting in the way of your full emancipation”

You laughed at his self assured grin, but also to hide your surprise. Of course, you knew the Wayne lawyers were the best in town and would most probably put the fear of god in the heart of your record label and agent, but you still weren’t sure if he was kidding or not.

“I’m serious” He added after a moment. “If you need help to get out of these contracts, we’re more than willing to help”

“You’d do that for me?” You asked carefully. “I’m just a stranger”

“Ah well, helping strangers is kind of our thing here” He hummed, looking up at the ceiling before his glance met yours again. “Besides, it’s really cool that you’re here. All of us will so be plugging that we know you in every conversation from now on. Especially Dick”

You laughed again, lighter this time.

“Be my guest” You grinned. “I doubt it’ll achieve anything but raised eyebrows these days but if it makes you feel good…”

“Superb” His grin matched yours. “Now, I’ll let you play in peace”

“And I’ll let you read in peace”

You exchanged a smile, then kept messing around the chords as he picked up his book again.

[into-control]

it’s upsetting to see how many people have troubles with stanning camila these days. same goes for me. it’s supposed to be fun, waiting for new stuff, supporting what she’s doing but now with all the mess that they made out of non-existent romance era (just to push freaking stunt) i don’t even keep up with what she’s doing anymore. i don’t wanna see it because most of the stuff is just embarassing, paps walks around miami are on top of this

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