#(but my husband did say he thought I would be good at it

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♡ ̆̈ loml ; loss of my life — Hanma Shuji

♡ ̆̈ content warning: heavy angst, hurt/no comfort, i honestly don't want to say more. discover for yourself.

♡ ̆̈ word count: 2.3k

♡ ̆̈ inspiration songs: loml by taylor swift, ghostin by ariana grande.

Was it normal to feel like a burden at all times? A second choice to someone whom you hold very dearly to your heart? 

It wasn't that you didn't know your worth, it was the fact that you didn't feel like a priority anymore. But people change, and life happens and major events are bound to change the way someone behaves. 

But it hurts really badly.

You're not too sure when you started to notice it --- the distance, the quiet hums in lieu of an enthusiastic nod accompanied with a loud laugh, a cold hand to your shoulder that never lingered anymore. You could lie to yourself and say that Hanma wasn't a tactile person, that his love language was anything but physical touch but you would be worsening the pain you were experiencing from his shift in behavior. 

And it wasn't like he said anything to you---no, you would prefer if he did. It was his silence that felt like a heavy weight on your chest, pulling you down to the deepest and darkest parts of an ocean you knew you would drown in. You fight  back tears as you stand in the quiet bathroom, the sound of your breathing echoing in the large space your husband had once designed specifically for you. The excitement shining on his face when you had mentioned moving in together as boyfriend and girlfriend felt like a breath of fresh air, and a shy giggle escaped your lips as he scooped you into his arms and whispered in your ear about how living with you might just be the highlight of his life.

Yet here you were, grasping the wedding ring delicately wrapped around your finger while you choke back sobs at how mean your husband has been lately.

"I'm going in the shower," you announce to the man from the door, peeking your head around the corner to see him approaching the bathroom.

"Good." He gives a curt nod but his eyes never meet yours---they're too busy focused on that damn phone, that same device that had been driving you crazy. 

He claimed that he was always busy, shrugging his shoulders at your questioning look when you pointed out the twelve missed calls he claims he hadn't seen. But you know him---probably better than he does, and you are certain that he had been blatantly ignoring you. 

Your heart shatters quietly in your chest, but you hold back tears as you choke out the next sentence. "Not gonna join me?"

Like you always do?

"Nah, I'm good." He pushes past you to wash his hands, tucking his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants before retreating out of the bathroom the moment you started to undress. 

Was it normal for married couples to go through a phase like this? 

Even if you wanted to get answers, nothing about your relationship with the criminal was normal---not the way the two of you met, or how quick you decided to move towards marriage. You couldn't explain your situation to anyone, not even your closest friends in Toman. Not only would it piss off Hanma that you were going around and whining about relationship problems to others instead of him, but you felt too pathetic to utter the words out loud.

I think my husband fell out of love with me. 

That night, like many others, Hanma sleeps with his back facing you. And like every time, you turn to face him in hopes that he could feel your eyes staring at the back of his head. 

You don't dare to touch him, but it had been a habit for your hands to be all over him---caressing his stomach, whining about the tough muscle in his arms, melting against the warmth of his neck and chest---it was yanked out of your grasp so abruptly, heartlessly, leaving you stranded in a place you thought would be your forever after with the tall criminal. 

But old habits die hard, it is the only explanation for what you do next, letting your fingers grasp the hem of his shirt. It feels warm on his body, and the material is a little worn out but you know Shuji doesn't mind. You squeeze the fabric in your hand, your bottom lip wobbling as you start to sniffle.

"I'm sorry," you choke out quietly, praying it doesn't wake him up. "For whatever I did, I'm sorry. Please. I don't like how you're so cold to me." Your stuttered breaths force you to sit up in bed, slowly slipping out of the bed so you could cry on the balcony without waking up your husband. 

It takes you a couple of minutes to calm down, the cold of the night numbing your skin and therefore your heart. You hug your knees to your chest on the patio chair, wiping the remnants of your tears with the paw of your sweater. 

A loud knock makes you jolt, you whip your head to the glass door where you find a grumpy Hanma with a confused look on his face. "What are you doing?" He mouths from behind the door and you shake your head as you gather yourself. You slide the door open, keeping your gaze down as your feet drag you towards the bed. "Couldn't sleep."

"Ah," is all he gives as a reply, his back facing you. You notice that he stands there for a while, unmoving and staring at the spot where you had been sitting. It takes him a couple more seconds to move, walking to the bathroom to do his business. 

Ironically, that had been the longest he had acknowledged your presence in weeks. But your heart takes it and makes a blanket of it, shielding itself from the storm you had been enduring for so long. Soon enough, your eyelids start to feel heavy and sleep washes over your senses shortly after. 

--

You've only seen Hanma wear a special suit once. 

Despite the fact that his job was rather messy, it required him to look presentable at all times. However, he gagged at the idea of wearing that kind of attire to his wedding. It was insane even for a man like Hanma. 

"This feels like a shotgun wedding," Kisaki mutters to the tall man who grins at his reflection in the mirror. "I never thought you'd be the type to have a small wedding."

"You mean, you never thought I was the type to get married."

Kisaki makes a face at the thought, realizing that his right hand was indeed about to settle down. And with a girl he fell in love with during his reckless teenage years. "That too."

Hanma straightens up after fixing his tie, hair brush fixing a few strands before turning to look at his boss. "So, how do I look?" 

"Presentable for once. Now let's go."

And true to Kisaki's words, the wedding was indeed small. A short, intimate ceremony with a couple of people who had been present in your and Hanma's lives up until this point---the venue wasn't that large, but it was impressive enough for you to feel nervous as you walk down the aisle, grasping your older brother's arm.

"Out of everyone," Ran mutters under his breath and you roll your eyes, nails digging in his forearm. "You chose him."

"Shut up." You say through gritted teeth, but it was nothing serious. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that Ran's eyes were glossy and he refused to look at your face. His body was stiff, and his chest was puffed out as he swallowed thickly. Those were all tell-tales that he was on the verge of breaking into tears, and it makes your heart swell. 

That night, Hanma kissed you deeply in front of everyone. He held you in his arms like a fragile being, beaming at the wedding ring adorning your finger before bringing his lips to your knuckles. You teased him about how good he looked in the suit, and he replied, 

"I can't wait for you to take it off of me."

"Maybe I won't," your fingers wrap around the end of the tie, grinning at him. "You look pretty handsome in it."

"Oh, so the suit stays on?"

"Mhm," you shift on his lap, wrapping both arms around his neck as you whisper in his ear. "And we can use the tie for something else."

After that night, he took the suit to the washers and hid it deep in his closet once he retrieved it. 

Then life was great for a while after that---three years of bliss in a marriage you never expected to happen given the long separation the two of you had endured. You wished you had appreciated the small moments better, but you knew they were tucked in a memory box in the back of your head. It was only a matter of when you could retrieve it. 

So why was he wearing that special suit again? And why did he look so...peaceful? 

He had been excited on your wedding night, he was full of life as he dragged you to the dance floor so you two could warm up. But was it all a show? A façcade to convince people that marrying you was what he wanted, especially after chasing you for many years, a web of lies you found yourself tangled in because he couldn't be honest with you? 

That suit was supposed to be special, it represented the day he swore loyalty to you and you did the same---it felt disrespectful that he would dare wear it again, with rosy cheeks and hair combed in a way he would never choose for himself. 

And he was supposed to be standing tall, smirking proudly at the fact that he easily towers over everyone. He would then shake his hands once then twice, feigning confidence as he fixed his posture. 

Not so relaxed and moving.

Then, he would run a hand through his hair like he hadn't spent minutes fixing it with his comb.

Instead, he doesn't attempt to touch it, and you figure it's because he hates the gel that's keeping it down. 

His grin would look boy-ish, but along with his chiseled jaw, he would look the right amount of manly. Just about enough for the woman standing at the end of the aisle to be swooned. 

Yet the smile adorning his lips was doing anything but---and you push yourself, forcing your body to approach him as you try to make sense of the situation. 

"Someone did your hair," your voice shatters the stillness in the room, and you choose to ignore the other people standing there watching you. Hanma doesn't say anything in return, and you shake your head as though he had given a reply. "No, no it looks---it looks good. Just not something I've seen before."

Hanma remains silent, unmoving, and you brace yourself to keep the conversation going. "Your cheeks---I've only seen them this red when you're sick--are you sure you're not?" 

And when nothing comes, you shake your head. "I just wanted to know."

But the longer the silence stretched, the thinner your patience was running. Your hand grips the wooden box for support, and your chest puffs out as you hold in sobs. "That suit was fucking special, Shuji." And you had promised yourself, him, that you would never cry if it came to this---but the reality was harsher than expected. "That fucking suit--was the one you wore on our wedding! How fucking dare you wear it again!"

"Hey," Chifuyu's hand rests on your shoulder, but you swat him away.

"You can't---you can't be serious, you can't just lay here and say nothing!" You point to the people behind you, Toman executives you had both known while growing up. "You're going to let them see you like this?! You're gonna let them watch you sleep?!"

And you wait for it---for his loud retort, a dry chuckle, a low voice calling for your name and telling you to cut it out. But it never comes, and all you're met with is his innocent, peaceful smile.

"You can't fall asleep here---you can't do that Shuji," your hands scramble to grasp for the white material wrapped around the lower part of his body, but you pull it up higher, as though afraid that he might get colder. "It's not like you---" 

Tears finally start to spill like a faucet, you use the hem of your blazer to wipe them down as your other hand keeps tucking him in. "You can't leave me like this."

"You did this to me, Shuji." Your sobs are gut wrenching as you lean over the casket, your tears wetting the material of his suit. "You gave me everything---you can't take it away." 

Your brother approaches you from behind, hands resting on your shoulders as he attempts to pull you away. "It's time."

"I'll never forgive you. Ever. You fucking coward!" Your fist collides with the casket, and you lean closer to his face. "You could've told me! We could've run away--you could've...you could've been saved, Shuji. I would've done anything to save you." 

But as you watch them approach the casket to finally close it, you realize that the last thing Hanma would ever hear was that you'd never forgive him. You push yourself out of Ran's grasp, and no one tries to push you away as you lean down and press a kiss to his cold, chapped lips. 

He doesn't pull you in, nor does he try to kiss you back and your lips tremble as your thumb traces his cheek. 

"I love you. Even if you don't say it back, I love you so much." 

Then your lips meet his for the last time.

[trivia-yandere]

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it's valentine's day and even though your (arranged) husband has spent thousands on gifts, all you can think about is who he spends the other 364 nights with. @whipwhoops @sweetempathprunetree @momnomnom @investedreader @bloodline1632 @ @darkuni63 @babycandy111

word count: 7.612

warning: smut, oral sex (f/m), face-slapping, ass-slapping, unprotected sex, creamie, fingering, rough sex, dirty talking, degradation, dirty talk, mentioning of affairs, alcohol intake, deep throating, gagging,

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“I want a divorce.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

You and Taehyung speak at the same time. Taehyung’s once boxy-like grin slowly drops into a frown. His arm - that was raised for you to take his hand - falls.

“Excuse me?” Taehyung’s deep voice speaks as silence falls around the bedroom. He was expecting you to be excited with everything he’s done around the home. To jump with joy and be ecstatic. Asking for a divorce was the last thing on his mind. 

Your eyes flicker from Taehyung’s to around the bedroom. You weren’t accustomed to having Taehyung be home around this time - he usually comes later into the day. Maybe today being a holiday had him coming home sooner. You want to laugh.

The bedroom is large and now full of flowers all lining up against the walls. Your large bed that you often slept in alone - unless Taehyung came home - is full of rose petals. There’s balloons high into the ceiling, all different shades of pink, red and white.

“You put a lot of effort into coming home today.” you respond, deciding to ignore his question.

Taehyung drops his arm and inhales deeply, his frown slowly deepening. His dark eyes now look straight at you and now you can recognize the man you married.

“Why wouldn’t I come home today?” Taehyung questions. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m aware.” you say. “I think we should divorce.”

This time, Taehyung knits his brows as you repeat yourself. You wanted to laugh at the look on his face but decide against it. 

“Why…would we do that?” Taehyung says, taking a step towards you. “Where did you even get that thought from.”

Taehyung proceeds to go deeper into the room to sit on a reclining chair. His legs are spread apart as he watches you. “I did all of this for you.” he says, waving a hand around the room. “Thousands on gifts and-”

“And I want a divorce.” you repeat. “We’re married-”

“-because it both benefits us to be together!” Taehyung interrupts, slamming his hand against the chair’s arm. “Stop speaking nonsense, Y/N, please.”

You scoff at his words. Of course he would think that, and you cannot be angered because he was right. You and Taehyung weren’t together out of love or affection. You and he weren’t a couple before marriage, and you had met him a few times before the two of you were wed. it was purely out of financial gain and nothing else.

“What more do you want, Y/N?” Taehyung snickers with a shake of his head, in disbelief of the way you’re acting. “I allow you to sit at home and spend all my money.”

Your eyes widen at the man. “The only reason why you’re taken seriously is because of my family-”

“Your family what?” Taehyung snaps back, leaning forward in the seat. “Name? All your family had was a name before I came in and saved the day!” he hisses. “You all were broke. Bankrupt. All you have is a good name. You,” Taehyung points a finger at you.”would be nothing without me!”

Maybe it was rude for Taehyung to mention the past and vice versa, yet you two were engaged in a heated argument. Taehyung felt as though you didn’t appreciate him and what he’s done for your family. He didn’t do it alone. It was a secret that your family was broke, but unlike Taehyung, your family name was a powerful one regardless.

Taehyung’s words are laced with venom when he yells at you and for a moment, you’re left stunned. You shouldn’t be - he was right after all. But you wouldn’t be yourself if you didn’t bark back.

“Nothing just like those whores you surround yourself with?” you bite back, voice lowering. You turn away, your eyes looking around at the decorations and gifts surrounding the room.

Taehyung is silent for a moment, his mind replaying your words.

“Is that what this is about?” Taehyung questions, his own voice softening. “Are you jealous?”

“Don’t piss me off, Taehyung.” you snap. “I’ll never be jealous of whatever whores you fuck.”

Taehyung begins to chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s obvious you are.” he says, now more content that he knows what your true problem was. “You aren’t a child, Y/N. I cannot be here to attend to your every waking need.”

You scoff again, shaking your head. You turn away from Taehyung and go towards the bed. You brush the flower petals away, uncaring about anything else the man has to say. 

“I’m here now.”

Taehyung’s voice is suddenly closer and it catches you off guard completely. You turn around and yelp when he’s directly behind you, eyes watching as you fall onto the bed.

“I’m here now…” Taehyung murmurs again.  “...I’m a busy man, Y/N. You know this.”

You inhale, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“I…know.” you murmur back, your body heating.

Taehyung’s and your relationship was…different. Again, you and he weren’t wed out of love. You and him shared a simple kiss at your wedding, mainly for appearances. Your honeymoon was only spent with one sexual night, the both of you drunk and you’re unsure if you truly remember it.

Taehyung himself is handsome and maybe this is why you often find yourself jealous when he goes elsewhere instead of to you. You weren’t a fool, and oftentimes you’d notice the man smelling of (cheap) perfume when he did come home, or little gloss on his clothing that always caught your eye.

“You’re still my wife.” Taehyung steps closer to you as you sit up a bit. “You can…tell me what you want of me.” he says with a tilt of his head. “What do you want?”

You inhale a bit, trailing your eyes away from Taehyung. Your body heats again and you feel embarrassed by just thinking about what you wanted from him. It shouldn’t be far fetched that you, his wife, wanted to spend more time with him. You didn’t want to be trapped in a loveless marriage and you truly did want to make the most of it. 

“Do you sleep with other women?” you question, not answering his question at all. You needed to know this before you asked anything of him.

Taehyung clicks his tongue, his eyes watching you, unblinking. Your question doesn’t catch him off guard now. He understands that you weren’t dumb. He doesn’t do much to hide what he does, as heinous as it sounds. 

However, Taehyung never thought what he was doing was wrong. You were a good wife. You cooked often and the home was always clean when he came home, no matter how many times he suggested a maid. When he needed you by his side for important events, you’d comply and allow him to hold you close and show you off.

Yet, you never made any move towards him. You never questioned him until now, nor showed interest when he’d come home at all hours of the night. When he came into bed, you would allow him to cuddle up against you when he was dozing off to sleep, yet showed no interest in doing anything with him - and he wasn’t going to make a move that would make you uncomfortable. This wasn’t a marriage of love, only necessity. Did that mean you and he couldn’t grow to that point? No. Neither of you just never bothered.

“I,” Taehyung begins, nodding his head a bit as confirmation. “have needs. That I meet with…” he trails off, surely you understand what he speaks of. “Do you?”

You snicker with a roll of your eyes. 

“I wouldn’t be upset-”

“I don’t, Taehyung.” you snap. 

Taehyung sighs. He didn’t want to do this, nor does he understand how you and he got here.

“Why?” you ask after a few moments of silence. 

Taehyung furrows his brows.

“Why do you go to them?” you question further. You cross your arms over your chest as you await his response. 

“It’s just sex.” Taehyung deadpans. Was he acting like a typical man with wealth? His response was so shallow that it even disgusted him. “You…” he doesn’t want to place the blame on you, especially not now when he realizes that you are possibly insecure about the fact now. “...I was waiting for you to initiate.”

You blink.

Taehyung does, as well.

“Was it not obvious?”

Taehyung furrows his brows. “What?”

You uncross your arms and slightly clench your hands.

“We literally laid in bed together countless times. I was half naked!”

Taehyung had noticed, but he just thought that's how you enjoyed sleeping. Who was he to question what you wore to sleep? Even if it did excite him, still, he was waiting for you to come to him to assure that it’s truly what you wanted.

“I…” Taehyung shrugs his shoulders, a tint to his cheeks at how foolish he may sound. “...didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. It’s bad enough you were forced into a marriage. I don’t want you to think you have to do anything for me.”

Now you feel like a bitch.

You groan, falling back against the bed as your eyes cast to the ceiling that’s full of balloons.

Taehyung falls onto the bed beside you, doing the same thing. He interlocks his fingers and places it onto his chest. 

“It was just sex.” Taehyung murmurs, unsure if he’s helping the situation or not. “Nothing more. Never the same girl twice.”

You’re sure that was better than a mistress. You shouldn’t be upset with him, after all. There was a lack of communication between the both of you.

“Do you want to divorce?” Taehyung’s question is silent, his voice coming out as a mere whisper. 

“Do you?” you ask.

“If it’s what you want, I’ll give it to you.” Taehyung answers. 

You scoff. “I’m broke.” you joke, an attempt to lighten the mood.

Taehyung isn’t amused with his own words thrown in his face, even as an act of a joke. 

“I didn’t mean to say that.” he assures. “You wouldn’t be, either. You’ll get paid in the divorce. I’ll make sure of it.”

Your body turns over to face him.

“I want a family.”

You analyze Taehyung’s face when you speak. He doesn’t give much of a reaction at first, but then he does turn towards you just as you did him. 

“Okay.” Taehyung nods a bit. “Anything else?”

“I…want you to be my husband.” you once again bite the inside of your cheek. “A real husband. I want you to come to me if you need anything.”

Taehyung slides his arm to place it around your side, long fingers tapping against your back. He nods his head once more. “I want you to be able to do the same.” he murmurs. “Don’t suffer in silence. Closed mouths don’t get fed, Y/N.”

You can feel your heart thump in your chest when Taehyung smiles your way, his cheeks puffing upwards cutely. You turn your eyes away from him and slowly nod. “What do your whores do for you?”

Taehyung snickers. “They aren’t my whores.” he murmurs. “They’re just…regular whores. They get paid.”

“Paid to do whatever you tell them to?” you question, your eyes scanning Taehyung’s face. “Anything?”

Taehyung licks his lips as he watches you watch him. He doesn’t respond for a few moments, pondering how he could answer you without sounding like a typical wealthy asshole. “I tell them what I want and they give me a price for it.” he answers with a shrug. “Why?”

Why?

You slowly sit straighter. “What do you have them do?” you ponder further.

“Why are you asking?” Taehyung tilts his head.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you retort quickly with a gleam in your eyes. “You should come to your wife if you want anything.”

Taehyung’s pants feel tight but he composes himself. He offers a low grin. “They’re whore’s, Y/N.” he murmurs. His hand reaches upward to slightly lift your chin. “You aren’t. You’re my wife.”

“Isn’t that the point?” you say. “You should come to me if you need anything.”

You move closer to Taehyung. You were making a move - an attempt, at least. He just had to understand what you were saying and he did. 

However, it wasn’t that easy. Not to Taehyung, at least.

“I don’t want to disrespect you.” Taehyung responds after a moment of intense staring. 

“Isn’t…that what you’re already doing?” your lips breakout in a small smile at the irony. You wouldn’t say you were jealous entirely. You would be if Taehyung and you were a couple who married out of mutual love - but that wasn’t the case. 

“Yes, but that’s not what I meant. It’s…” Taehyung stops speaking as your leg wraps around his waist, bringing him closer to you. Your perfume catches his senses and he immediately recognizes it as one of his favorites he bought you from one of his many trips to paris. “...it’s…complicated. You’re my wife and I don’t want to treat you in such a manner.”

You knit your brows. “Treat me like what?” you almost don’t want to ask. What in the world does Taehyung do to these women?

“Like a whore.” Taehyung deadpans. “You’re my wife. I can’t…” he shakes his head. “It’s-”

“What do you do to them?”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t enjoy-”

“Try me.”

Taehyung exhales. You weren’t going to let him get out of this. Things were going good and after the conversation you and he had, it was only going to get better. He didn’t want to ruin that with his perverse mind.

“How about…you show me?” you suggest, a hand placing onto his own face. “And if it’s too much for me, I’ll let you know.”

A low groan comes from Taehyung’s throat. His eyes close for a moment and he speaks. “I…don’t want to hurt you.” he murmurs.

“I’m not a doll, Tae. I’m not going to break easily.” you giggle. “Treat me like you do your whores. Don’t hold back.”

Taehyung is still for a few moments, his wind replaying your words. He doesn’t even allow himself to blink and as he is in this state, you begin to ponder if he was ignoring you. Just what in the world did he do to these women that he was so hesitant to do to you?

Just as you begin to move yourself away, Taehyung blinks. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you close. “I don’t want to hurt you.” he states. “I…as a husband I don’t know what you’re into. That’s fucked, isn’t it?” he snorts.

“I don’t know what you’re into either. We won’t know until we get there.”

“You want me to treat you like a whore…?” Taehyung repeats slowly, assuring that he understands you correctly. 

You nod your head eagerly. “Think of it like…roleplaying, right? It’s just an act.”

“Roleplaying…” Taehyung hums. He supposed you were correct. He wasn’t meeting you in a 2.5-star hotel - because he sure as hell wouldn’t be caught in a motel and 4-5 star hotels were only reserved for his wife - nor was he paying you for your services. “If it becomes too much, we’ll stop.”

You nod your head in agreement. Your lip twitches upwards as you slowly begin to rise on the bed. You're wondering just how much different Taehyung acts when around these whores.

Taehyung rises from the bed as well. He looks down at you at the edge of the bed, sitting with crossed legs. Your hands are back, manicured nails slightly gripping the sheets and there’s a twinkle in your eyes.

Taehyung hums and lifts a hand to slap you in the face. He was testing the waters to see if this is truly what you wanted. He wasn’t opposed to normal sex - you didn’t have to feed his desires.

As for you, your eyes were wide and your cheek stung. Your head is turned and you hadn’t bothered to look back at your husband.

Taehyung grasps your chin with two fingers and lifts your face so your eyes can meet him. “Okay?”

You nod your head, but Taehyung squeezes your chin between his fingers.

“Speak. I need verbal confirmation.” Taehyung demands and there’s something in you that jolts. Your wide eyes remain wide at the switch. Taehyung had never spoken to you like this - with such insistence in his voice. His eyes, already dark, appeared even darker and clouded with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Yes.”

“Yes…?” Taehyung’s nails now dig into the skin of your chin. His eyes turn to a glare as he awaits your response. “A whore like you should have some manners, don’t you think?”

Your mouth salivates and you nod your head slightly. “Yes, sir.”

Taehyung drops your chin with a hum. “Good,” he says. “strip for me.”

Taehyung isn’t wasting any time, you think. He takes a few steps back and goes back towards the right of the room. He doesn’t bother to watch you after giving you a demand and you’re a bit confused, but maybe this was a part of the roleplay.

Taehyung always leaves alcohol in the bedroom, even when he doesn’t frequently drink in here. He settles on dark liquor and doesn’t bother to pour it in a glass and instead turns to watch you. He opens said bottle and throws the top aside, placing the bottle directly to his lips to take a short swig.

You’re out of your dress and it pools around your feet. Once you take your heels off, Taehyung’s voice reaches you. “Keep them on.”

“Yes, sir.” you murmur, glancing his way. 

Taehyung’s eyes roam the lingerie set you’re wearing, finding that it fits your body perfectly. It’s a lacy, deep crimson color with such intricate patterns for it to not be expensive - he’s positive all on his dime. The bralette cut is deep and tight, your breast pulling out and he can even see a bit of your nipple.

What catches Taehyung’s eye is how thin your panty line is - g string, he notes. One of his favorites - it made tearing them off entirely easy.

“Who are you wearing that for?” Taehyung questions, taking another swig of the dark liquor. It burns his throat in just the right way and he wasn’t even much of a drinker. 

“You.” you breathe out. You felt so exposed for Taehyung that you hadn’t before. This wasn’t a drunken night, even if he was drinking recently. This was a night that you and he would both remember, a night that just isn’t entirely sex.

“Come here.” Taehyung demands. 

You do as you’re told, your heels clicking against the marble floor as you begin to saunter towards Taehyung, hips swinging. 

“Stop!” Taehyung hisses suddenly and you do instantly, shocked by his sudden change in demeanor. “Get on your knees and crawl to me.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. You’re still for a moment, scanning his face. Taehyung doesn’t blink.

You fall to your knees, your hands pressed against the cold floor. Taehyung’s eyes burn into you as you do what he tells you to do. It’s humiliating to literally crawl towards the man, but you do it. You look up at the man as he stares right back down at you, his handsome face causing your body to burn. “Sir…?”

“I think you’re lying to me.” Taehyung announces. “There’s no way your slutty lingerie was for me.”

Your knees are against the marble floor and you’re sitting on your legs. Your hands in your lap squeeze at his words. “I-”

“You wanted a divorce, remember?” Taehyung interrupts, taking yet another swig of the liquor. “You were going to leave me here tonight and give your pussy to someone else, right?”

Your mouth falls open a bit when you attempt to respond. Yet, his words go straight to your core.

“No, sir.” you shake your head. In all honesty, you had worn the lingerie just because. You weren’t expecting Taehyung to want to spend the night with you. You did, however, expect dinner and gifts because if it was one thing he was amazing at, it was giving you exactly what you wanted.

“No?” Taehyung snorts. “You wore this for me?”

Taehyung’s free hand goes to grasp your bra strap and he harshly snaps it. It stings your skin in a way that feels good. 

You nod your head. “Yes, sir.” you respond meekly. 

“So the divorce was a distraction?” Taehyung continues. “To catch me off guard? Or are you lying to me?”

“I’m not lying, sir.” your eyes flicker from his to his pants, the obvious bulge was hard to not notice. Your eyes return to his dark ones and you lick your lips. “I would…” you had to be committed to the bit just as he was. You would be lying to say that this wasn’t making you feel hot. “...I would never give your pussy to someone else.”

Taehyung’s breath hitches. His hand squeezes the bottle in his palm. You were getting good at this, staring up at him with such innocent eyes yet speaking such dirty words.

“I would hope not.” Taehyung’s deep voice responds and without warning the same free hand yanks your hair. He forces you to continue to look up at him. “You belong to me, don't you?”

“I belong to you, sir.” you say back. Taehyung’s lips are pink and look so soft and you longed to kiss him, wanting to know how it’d feel against yours. “You can take me whenever you want. You don’t have to go elsewhere.”

Taehyung’s grip softens a bit at your words, a sense of realism flowing into the roleplay. For a moment, he hasn’t thought about what his actions of finding sex elsewhere would affect you. He assumed that you didn’t care - you never showed that you did until today. Now that he knows that you want him just as much as he wanted you (respectfully in secret) there wasn’t a reason to go elsewhere.

Taehyung’s grip tightens once more. “Whenever I want?” he quips. “Here I was finding whores to satiate my hunger for you. Little did I know the whore I had laying right beside me.”

You gasp when you feel the very lips you wanted on your own. They’re as soft as you imagined and tasted of liquor - but you wanted nothing more than to continue to taste him. 

“Please-” you say when Taehyung removes his lips from yours. “please, sir.”

“What do you want?” Taehyung scoffs.

What didn’t you want, you think. You wanted to taste Taehyung’s lips on your own. You wanted to feel said lips on your skin, marking you as his own. The hand tangled in your hair you had a deep desire to strike your skin once more, leaving behind a stinging feeling of pure bliss.

You wanted it all.

But as of right now, what you wanted the most…

“Please fuck my mouth.”

Taehyung’s cock twitched in his pants. He swallows, his glaring eyes widening a bit at such filthy words coming from those  lips.

Taehyung hisses.  “You’re such a fucking whore, Y/N.” But he shoves you away a bit. He drops the liquor bottle back onto the glass side table and turns his attention back to you. “If you want a cock in your mouth so bad, slut, take it out and do it yourself.”

Your hands tremble a bit with excitement as you tug at his belt. The expensive leather would feel nice against your skin, you think, but you won’t voice it. It takes only a few seconds for you to take his cock out, the tip oozing with pre-cum. You mouth salivates at how beautiful it looks, pink tip and veiny, angrily twitching to be touched.

You’re a beautiful sight for Taehyung, a small hand wrapping around his cock and you waste little time in suckling the tip like the slut you were. He hisses, eyes unblinking as he watches you to his cock in his mouth like a pro. Your cheeks suck in and your eyes begin to close to focus solely on it.

You never truly understood why women enjoyed giving oral sex. Whenever you mingled with your friends during brunch, the conversation of oral sex came up. Too many margaritas and cocktails had them entirely too loose to care about time and place and you were the only person who never had anything to share. 

Not until now. Oral sex with Taehyung was different to anything you’ve done prior. For one, you only did so because it was asked of you, you never truly got onto your knees and begged to do it. Your mouth salivates with each passing second as you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth greedily. 

Your eyes, becoming a bit glossy, blinks up at your husband. Your pussy clenches at the sight of his handsome face drawn in pure ecstasy, his lips parted a bit so he can release short pants. It wants you to do more, to take more of him into your mouth - even if it meant that you yourself couldn’t breathe.

Taehyung finds that it’s hard to keep himself standing upright and he’s now leaning against the side table. He never would’ve guessed you were this slutty - if he would’ve known how willing you were, he would’ve mounted you every chance he could. His closed eyes fluttered open so he could look down at you - a mistake.

Your eyes are already on him, and when they connect you appear to take him further into your mouth. There’s saliva pooling down the corners of your lips and down your chin. Your cheeks are red and your eyes are glossy, but you’re exactly the stunning sight he doesn’t wish to take his eyes off of. 

“I never realized I married such a fucking whore.” Taehyung grumbles out, his hand tangling into your hair so he could rip you off of his cock. He takes everything in him to do this and even his cock angrily twitches.

You gasp, panting when air finally hits your lungs. You blink away the tears, looking up at him between wet lashes.

“How did you learn to suck cock so good, Y/N?” Taehyung questions, placing his cock right onto your cheek.

“Followed tips.” you answer truthfully. 

“Tips?” Taehyung snorts. “From those friends of yours no doubt.” Taehyung’s amused - mainly because he knows these friends. He grew up alongside said friends' families. The partiest children of the wealthiest of families were truly diabolical - alcohol, drugs and sex.

You nod your head a bit, once again innocently blinking up at Taehyung in a way that he wants to fuck right into you. He can’t - not now. “What do you want? You only ever look like that when you’re about to ask for something.”

The corners of your mouth twitches upward. “I want you to fuck my mouth.” you say in the sweetest tone you can.

Taehyung groans, grip tightening on your hair. Was he truly this lucky the entire time and just too blinded to see? Here he thought this marriage was just that of necessity - you wealth and him a powerful name. The entire time he wanted to respect you as his wife, here you are now on your knee’s begging to be treated like a common whore.

Taehyung plunges his cock back into your mouth and does exactly what you ask of him. One hand still in your hair while the other caresses your cheek. He thrusts, your tongue twirling around the shaft and his tip hitting your throat each time that it drives him crazy. He pants - no whore he’s ever experienced would compare to you now.

Taehyung’s cock plunges into your mouth ruthlessly, but you did not care in the world. Even if your throat began to ache and tears sprung into the corners of your eyes. You’re just as positive that you looked a mess with drool pooling down your cheeks, but you were utterly fine with it. As long as Taehyung continued to grunt and moan in such a way, you were content.

It feels like hours when Taehyung springs his cocks out of your mouth and you cough in such an unattractive way. You pant, blinking the tears away as you look up at your husband.

Taehyung’s thigh shakes a bit and he himself is breathing entirely too hard for his own liking. He was moments from cumming, painting your mouth entirely with his seed that he had to stop himself. He didn’t want this moment to end - not yet.

“You’re fucking filthy.” Taehyung pants. “You don’t deserve my cum. I’m still upset with you.”

Your thighs clench together while you licks your lips, savoring his taste. You don’t say anything in response and instead, you’re waiting for his next move.

“Go.” Taehyung pulls his suit pants up - much to his cock’s dismay. He doesn’t bothering buttoning or tightening his belt; he would be fucking you soon enough. “And get on the bed.”

You hadn’t realized your knees ached until you went to move yourself. You winced a bit, but this wasn’t the time to be a little bitch.

“Crawl.” Taehyung reminds.

And you do. Taehyung’s eyes roam the way your body curves as you crawl towards the large bed, his cock throbbing. He licks his own lips, dark eyes fixed on you as you settle yourself onto the bed. 

“Don’t face me.” Taehyung demands. “Put your hands on the bed and your ass up.”

A breath releases from your lips, anticipation running through you. You hear Taehyung’s dress shoes click against the floor as he comes closer to you. Your hands dig into the sheets when his presence becomes evident right behind you. 

“You’re good at following instructions.” Taehyung’s warm breath is directly on the back of your neck. You shiver, the hair on your arms rising. “But don’t think I’m letting you slide about the way you’ve acted earlier.”

Fingers trace the lace pattern of your g-string. Your ass looks amazing in it and suddenly Taehyung ponders just how much lingerie you have sitting in the closet. Usually, you tend to sleep in silk pajama sets that he finds cute - and easy to prevent wanting to put his hands upon you. But this, however, was new to him. 

Taehyung hums - he’d have to make sure to buy you more.

“You,” Taehyung begins, the entirety of his palm placed onto your ass cheek. He squeezes it in his palm. “thought you were going to suggest divorce and then retract it like it was nothing?”

“I-”

SLAP!

You hiss out in surprise when Taehyung’s palm connects with your ass. The action causes a sting to shoot through you - a sting that follows with a moan immediately.

“You thought I was going to let you go,”

Another loud slap echoes throughout the bedroom with the familiar satisfied sting. Your back arches a bit as your hands grip the sheets.

“and embarrass me with a divorce?”

SLAP!

“After all the time and effort I put into this marriage.”

SLAP! Your ass is throbbing but you cannot find it in you to care. Your pussy is leaking and Taehyung knows it.

“I think you did it just to get a rise out of me, huh?” Taehyung questions, slamming his hand down once more on your already flushed ass cheek. “Poor Y/N, stuck in this big mansion all to herself.”

SLAP!

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip and you can no longer suppress your moans. 

“Poor Y/N that spends all of her husband's money.”

SLAP!

“But she wants a divorce because…go on. Speak.”

Taehyung doesn’t slap your ass this time. Instead, his fingers dig into the lacy string and snap it.

“I said speak!” Taehyung hisses, this time slapping your ass the hardest he ever has. 

You cry out at the impact, eyes squeezing shut immediately. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you contemplate defying Taehyung just so he’d hit you again.

“I-I…” you begin. “...I wanted you here with me.”

Taehyung hums. He eyes the flimsy material of the g-string. It’d take nothing for him to push it aside and take you right here. It’s what he wants to do; sink his cock into you and show you just how he treats whore’s. The way his mind immediately flashes with ways he could fuck you in such a disrespectful way excites him - even more so because you weren’t a whore he was ppaying for the night. 

“You’re so needy.” Taehyung tsk’s. His fingers trails down between your legs. The lacy material is soaked with arousal. He trails right where your clit is, the fabric doing nothing to shield you from him. “I can’t be here all the time to tend to you.”

“I-I know.” you huff out, unknowingly widening your legs so you can feel him better against your clit. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Taehyung snorts, his fingers rubbing along your clit with more pace. He presses himself against your back and now your chest is pressed firmly against the mattress. His cologne and warmth engulf you entirely, driving you even deeper into bliss. “You tried to divorce me and now…you’re sorry?”

Taehyung’s fingers push the fabric aside so he can feel your throbbing clit against his fingers. You hiss out slowly, your thighs shaking with need. You’re leaking against his fingers and Taehyung has to stop himself from plunging them into his mouth to grab a taste. He twirls your sensitive bud as he speaks.

“You know you can call me whenever you need me.” Taehyung’s breath is against your neck. His nose nuzzles against your nape as his fingers assault your clit. “You’re still my wife.”

You were going to cum. Maybe it was the change in character - the dominant role that Taehyung was playing had subsided, his stern words now becoming more softer as he speaks with you. Possibly it’s the way his free hand lays onto your own hand as you clench the sheets that remind you that Taehyung, at the end of the day, was just playing a role. He was still soft and tender, especially now as his lips kiss along your neck.

“Please fuck me, Tae.” you moan out. You didn’t want to wait anymore - not when Taehyung was driving you crazy. You’re  positive you could handle the dominant part of him that degraded you. This soft side of Taehyung that holds your hand in his while the other rubs along your clit was new and something you couldn’t take.

“You’re so needy.” Taehyung chuckles, but his cock throbs at your request. “I haven’t even gotten the chance to make you cum yet.”

“I want to cum around your cock.” you plead. Taehyung grunts, his hips jerking a bit at your request.

How could Taehyung resist you? He’s fought himself  off of you for long enough - paying for services that he truly wanted from you but was too much of a coward to ask. Now, however, he had you.

Taehyung, in a matter of seconds, snatches his suit pants down once more and centers his cock at your wet entrance. He shudders at how sopping wet you are. How warm your pussy feels. This is better than wrapping himself with a condom to fuck out his frustrations on other woman.

“Shit,” Taehyung curses out as he enters his cock slowly into you. So tight and wet and warm. How he longed to be inside of you since the first (drunken) night you and he shared together. Now that he was only a bit tipsy, he could truly remember this moment.

Taehyung is ruthless now, snapping his hips so that his cock drills deeper and deeper into you. He’s fixed on the way your ass bounces against him, a white ring coating his cock due to your own arousal.

You wished you would’ve spoken up sooner if you knew fucking Taehyung was going to be like this. It’s what you needed, you think, the stress you once felt of having to divorce and ruin your reputation alongside his slowly subsided with each thrust of your husband's cock. 

“Your pussy hasn’t stopped clenching around me.”

Taehyung is glad he sent the help home early - with pay - as he had no intentions of being courteous. He wanted to hear you scream for him as he pounds into you. Skin slapping erupts throughout the large bedroom and it’s no doubt just outside the room, it’d echo throughout the halls.

“This is all you wanted, huh, Y/N? To be fucked good.” Taehyung’s cocky, palms of his hands resting right above your own on the bed, yet his hips continue to jut. “Divorce talk was just for me to fuck the attitude out of you.”

“Your cock feels so good.” you wail out. It slams against your g-spot and shoots a sensation throughout your abdomen. “I wanted your cock for so long;”

Taehyung groans. “Yeah?” he pants. “All you had to do was ask, baby. I would’ve fucked you without hesitation.”

You were cumming, the pet name he gave you wasn’t doing anything to help. Your eyes squeeze shut and you let out a struggle moan as your body twitches against Taehyung’s pounding cock. Arousal leaking out of you and down your thighs, you lay slump against the mattress.

Taehyung pulls out of you, satisfied with the way your thighs twitch. He shakes his head, satisfied with a smirk on his lips. “Made a mess already, baby.”

Taehyung lowers himself. He spreads your thighs further so he has a good look of your wet pussy and he dives immediately into it.

“W-What-”

Your eyes roll when Taehyung’s tongue laps between your folds. Your back arches and he holds you into place. One palm grips your ass, keeping you firmly against his tongue. 

Your chest continues to be pressed firmly against the mattress as Taehyung suckles onto your clit, sloppily spitting and lapping his tongue against it. It was so lewd and filthy; but fuck was it hot.

You tasted so divine and sweet that Taehyung cannot get enough of you. His head bobs back and forth, tongue swirling your clit before diving into your pussy. He does the action back and forth, from your clit to your pussy, to back to your clit.

“Fuck, baby, who would’ve known this sweet pussy I had this entire time.” Taehyung speaks, spitting onto your clit once more just to slide his tongue right onto it.

Your thighs shake. Each time you attempt to remove Taehyung’s greedy tongue from between your legs - as overstimulation flows through you, he’d force himself deeper against you. His palm rubs along your ass as his tongue swirls against your clit. There was no way he could go a day without having you against his tongue - especially now that he knows how good you taste.

To add to your torture, as his tongue assaults your clit, Taehyung enters three long fingers inside of you. 

“T-Tae!” you exclaim, unsure if you could handle both.

“I want you to cum around my tongue just like you did on my cock.” Taehyung demands, pumping his fingers in you.

Fuck, why did Taehyung had to be so hot?

Your eyes squeeze shut just as your pussy clutches around his fingers. He doesn’t attempt to go easy on you and is fully intended to do just as he says he was.

Suddenly, your thigh shakes with pleasure you weren't aware was possible. You curse, letting out shaky breaths as Taehyung tongue continues to twirl as his fingers hit a sweet spot until your cumming all over him again. It comes harder than before, your shut eyes seeing stars behind them. 

“You’re shaking, baby.”

Taehyung’s taunting tone is evident, yet you cannot bring yourself to care. He removes his fingers from inside of you and places them into his mouth and huffs. “So sweet.”

Your body is limp onto the mattress but Taehyung isn't done with you yet. 

“Can I cum in you?”

It’s such a random question that you nearly miss it when he asks. Your head slightly turns and slowly, you nod.

“Fuck.” Taehyung hisses. He flips  you onto your back so he can see the fucked out expression on your face. “You’re so pretty for me.”

You’re positive your husband is lying. Your eyes had to be red from the tears, cheeks puffy. You’re covered in both sweat and saliva from your activities early. There was no way you were pretty.

Taehyung on the other hand, is. He’s also covered in sweat and your juices. His hair sticks to his forehead and his eyes are dark and cloudy - but he remains beautiful.

Your eyes connect with his as if he notices you staring, and instantly, you glance away.

“My gorgeous wife,” Taehyung murmurs, his cock slowly entering you. He wraps both of your legs around his waist as he comes closer to you. His face is inches from yours. “you’ve been so good to me.”

Your body heats at his words, but you have little time to process. Taehyung begins to thrust, his arms embracing you. His lips are on yours in an instant as he pumps his cock into you. You taste yourself on him and you could only groan as your mouth dances with his.

For once, you and he appeared as a married couple. Not acting for the camera or the public - but behind closed doors. The way your hands wrap around his neck to hold him close against you, to the way his own arms cages you against his chest. It all felt real; intimate.

The pleasure is too much for you to handle, having already cummed twice. But the pain that came with the pleasure was amazing, especially coming from your husband. His cock plunges deep inside of you and your pussy couldn’t be anymore excited.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Taehyung mutters against your mouth. His forehead is pressed against yours. “I’ve waited so long to fuck you the way I wanted to.”

You noticed the shift in Taehyung’s demeanor, the dominant side subsiding like before and now he’s just Tae. The husband who you slept beside and held you close, but not too close to cause any discomfort on your end. 

“You can have me whenever you want.” you exclaim, hand on the back of his neck to keep his head pressed against yours. “Only me.”

“Only you.” Taehyung grunts. There was no way he would go back to anyone else now that he has you.

Sloppy thrusts pound into you, pelvis rubbing against your clit. Your stomach clenches and churns and Taehyung feels it just as you do. His cock his deeper and deeper and he clenches his eyes shut, groans releasing from his lips. “Fuck,  I’m gonna cum.”

Feeling cum inside of you never excited you like it did in this very moment. You wrap your legs around his waist tighter, a signal that you indeed wanted every last drop right inside of you.

It takes a few more thrusts, but when Taehyung bursts, he does so with a grunt. His arms tremble a bit at the sensation as your pussy milks him of his seed. 

You hum with satisfaction, arms wrapping tighter around his shoulders as Taehyung’s cum coats your walls. You’re unsure the last time you felt truly satisfied. No orgasm you give yourself can ever compare to the ones you’ve received from your husband.

It takes another ten minutes for Taehyung to remove himself from you and lay beside you. Your eyes are closed and your breathing is stilled, but you aren’t asleep.

“I’m sorry.” 

Your ears perk at Taehyung’s sudden words and slowly, your eyes blink open. 

“For what?” you ask. 

“For not thinking about how you felt.” Taehyung continues. “About…sleeping with other people.”

“Oh.” you murmur. You aren’t sure if you’re truly upset. The marriage wasn’t one of love and it’s something you told yourself constantly. You couldn’t truly be upset that he found other ways to satisfy himself. “I’m not-”

“It’s okay if you are.” Taehyung interrupts. “It was selfish of me and-”

“I’m not upset.” you place a hand onto Taehyung’s chest, turning over to face him. A bit jealous…sure. You’d admit - especially because your husband was so handsome and you notice the stares he’d often get when you and he were together. “I…would prefer it if you stopped.”

“Of course!” Taehyung exclaims, placing his hand over yours and squeezing it. He swallows the lump in his throat. “We should probably do more things as a couple.” he suggests, a tint to his cheeks. “Yeah.” you nod in agreement, a warmth of your own going throughout your body. How the two of you could be shy now after such filthy fucking was almost laughable. “We should.”

Taehyung flashes a lazy grin your way. “I got us dinner reservations. If we leave in 30 minutes we can make it.” he says, a playful tint in his eyes.

“Ugh, you’re telling me this now?” you say with a shake of your head. “I look a fucking mess.”

“I was going to tell you after you opened your gifts. But then you hit me with divorce.” Taehyung lifts your hands to his lips and he places a kiss onto your fingertips. “If we shower together, we’ll be killing two birds with one stone.” he murmurs, knitting his brows suggestively.

You exhale and then mimic his grin. “Fuck it, why not?” you say.

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ERMERM ERMM even if im not rlly into bllk rn ill file a request heheueh BUT IDK IF IM DOING THIS RIGHT CUZ I DONT REALLT REQUEST SO HA FIRST REQUEST EVER ON TUMBLR!

bllk dads reacting to their kid drawing/painting on the walls?? the kid can either be the best artist in the world hashtag claude monet reincarnated (hehhe hes my fav artist) or can make the most questionable things ever i dunno… your choice for this and characters ofc! YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO DO THIS REQ

i was gonna smth like that for rafayel but i was like hm he would probably just encourage it and give his kid their own room to specifically paint on the walls with HELPME anyways baby fever is so real 💔

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HIHIHI MY FAV PERSON ON THIS APP OFC ILL WRITE SMT ABOUT THIS

itoshi sae

natsuki draws like every other 4 year old would. she best likes drawing her family! she'll draw you and sae and herself! her grandparents or even uncle rin and his fam! shes open to requests like once uncle ryu—who claims to be the best uncle(better than rin lmao), his request was that little natsu chan would draw a portrait of him and she legit drew a human-roach hybrid. sae GLARED at shidou if he even dared to critisize her art.

itoshi rin

sakura! this baby is also like her cousin! pretty good and loves to stick her little drawings on the fridge! the outside of the fridge is full of her doodles! and and and, little sakura and her cousin would have little drawing meetups and conversations like "i thought your favourite colour was pink!" "no, i like green, jus like papa's hair." rin would also glare at anyone who criticizes his daughter's arts. "what's wrong with her drawings huh? wanna die?"

isagi yoichi

yuki...i love my babygirl. she's so talented. just not in drawing. she drew what looked like an alien and happily showed it to her papa saying "it's you!" but yoichi was her biggest hypeman! "wow! it's so nice...and what's this? a monster?" "no! it's uncle bachira!" y'all know that hyperpigmentation meme? (LMAO) but like i said. THE BIGGEST HYPEMAN. what did you say? fridge is running out of space? he'll improvise somehow "look, there's space on the sides."

michael kaiser

anne was surprised good. too good that shocked both you and your husband! the attention to detail even tho she drew two suns? chefs kiss! and and and! not only the fridge, but her room(maybe even the living room and yours and your husband's bedroom) also was decorated with her masterpieces. he bought so many boxes to store her paintings when space ran out. and she would win so many art contests like it's no big deal! "no big deal. she's basically picasso."

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[proudravenclawbird]

I think snape was a good man he gave his life to profesor dumbledore in order to protect what Lily has left and that is harry. His story is actually so sad

I absolutely hate his character tbh.

1. He was creepily obsessed with Lily. He called her slurs n then said she was his best friend n crush.

2. He bullied innocent kids. Like.... why?! What did they do?! He traumatized God knows how many kids n this bullying can't be excused on past bullying

3. Even if he was bullied, he didn't mature up when James did. James became better for Lily later. But Snape never left the grudge. He didn't give 2 shits about the fact that James was Lily's husband.

4. He invented spells to KILL James. Like... Sectumsempra is not a normal thing dude, we saw what happened to Draco

5. He didn't care about the fact that a whole family was dying. Forget about the whole family, he didn't even care about a baby being in danger. He just wanted to save Lily. He was like "Let her husband and 1 year old kid die, but save her"

6. He walked over the dead body of her husband, ignored the troubled crying kid n straight went to hug Lily's dead body. Like... bruh... first take the kid n run!

7. He was a death eater but he changed sides when he realized that LILY was in danger. He thought it's okay if her child dies. But then he realized Lily was gonna get killed too, he was like, "I'm gonna change sides to keep my obsession safe"

8. He didn't save Harry out of humanity like a normal person would. He didn't save Harry cuz he was Harry James Potter, he instead bullied him due to that. When it came to saving, he saved Lily's son, not Harry (James) Potter

Hope you get what I'm saying😁🙂

[babymetaldoll]

Are you mine - Chapter twenty: "Maybe I just wanna yours"

Summary: Spencer and his wife can finally put behind the whole Cat fiasco, and start living their "happily ever after"   Word count: 6.127 Warnings: The only warning I can give you right now is that this is the end.  A/N: I can't believe this is actually happening. Thank you all for reading this series, for your comments and support. You have no idea how much it means to me. I love you all!! 

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Previous chapter

 

(Y/N)’s point of view

I feel like shit for lying to my husband, but I had to outsmart Cat and make her believe she was in charge. The saddest part of all is that by the look in his eyes when I last saw him, he thought everything was true. Prentiss asks me to take Frank and Mikey back to the BAU while the team ambushes Cat’s sidekick. They don’t want us to bump into Cat again, so I have no chance to explain what just happened to Spencer. I must walk away from him and take our friends to the SUV.

Frank and Mikey are about to lose their mind. Their wives are waiting for us as soon as we reach the BAU and only fifteen minutes later, Alvez and Rossi show up with their missing relatives.

I stare at them as they hug and cry, feeling exactly as I didn’t expect to feel on my last day at work: defeated.

It was a win for the team. Everyone was back home safe. But none of those people should have been taken in the first place. They barely knew me, they hadn't done anything wrong. Their only fault had been being family with people related to Spencer and me. I can't help but feel guilty for what they have gone through. If it hadn't been for me, they would have never been kidnapped.

What if Cat is right?

Shit, I never thought I’d say something like that. But that psycho had made a point: people I love will never be really safe ‘cause there can always be a psycho killer out there seeking revenge. Like she had just done. And quitting the FBI wasn’t going to make any difference, she was right about that. We had been part of it for too long. Spencer and I were linked to the BAU for a lifetime, for good and worse.

- “Thank you, nugget.”- Frank’s whisper takes me from my thoughts as he hugs me.- “I’m sorry you had such a shitty last day here.”

- “Don’t apologize for anything. It was because of me that your family was hurt. I'm so sorry, Paco.”- I hide my face in his neck, feeling how my friend hugs me tighter.

- “Don’t be stupid.”- his words aren’t harsh, but he isn’t sugarcoating any thought.- “This wasn’t your fault. Cat Adams is fucking crazy. That’s it.”

- “No, Frank. I could have…”- I find it hard to, so I shut up and feel Frank’s arms tighten around me as he whispers.

- “It wasn’t your fault. She is mental.”- I shake my head and sigh. But before I feel any better, my friend announces Spencer is finally here.

And I don't think I am ready to face my husband. How can I explain to him what just happened? There is so much going on. I feel guilty, tired, and defeated after my last day working with the FBI. But I can not leave him there, thinking I am mad at him.

I turn around to meet his eyes and realize Mikey has moved faster than me. He is already hugging my husband, probably thanking him for saving his family. Mikey's father-in-law shakes Spencer's hand and I just stand here, not knowing how to start to explain what happened today. I know he probably feels worse than I do, and I can not let him think he did anything wrong.

Spencer also looks tired and defeated as he stands on the other side of the room. I have no doubt we both feel pretty similar after the day we had. I let Frank go and stare at my husband. Poor Spencer. He deserved a better goodbye from the BAU. This was not the plan I had for him in my head. I wanted him to leave with his head up high, with a grin on his face, and with a hug from his friends.

When I think of all the terrible things my husband had to go through while he worked here, my heart aches. As soon as I met him, so many years ago, unconsciously I made it my life purpose to keep him from danger and harm and be a friend, a confidant, and his support. I remember being shocked by his sweetness and how he was always so willing to help anyone who needed a hand. He is the best person I've ever met, and the FBI has been nothing but cruel to him.

I think about Gideon and Hotch abandoning him without a proper goodbye. How they also ignored Spencer's struggle to quit Dilaudil, doing absolutely nothing to help him until I stepped up. There's also Emily's fake death, all the unsubs that messed with his mind, like Cat did, the headaches, all the times he got shot and hurt, and everything he went through with his mom. I know I'm not perfect, but I've been with him through all the pain and sorrow this work has caused him. I don't want to imagine how it would have been if I hadn't been there for him. How would he have dealt with everything?

That is why I can not leave him alone right now. No now, not never.

When he sees me from the other side of the room, Spencer stops walking and locks eyes with me. I bite my lips not to cry and just wave. He sighs and stares at me with so much regret and angst, that I can’t take it any longer. I move quickly between the desks and all the people in the room until I am standing before my husband, wrapping my arms around him.

- “I’m so sorry, chipmunk.”- he says as soon as he holds me. His arms feel locked around me so tightly no one could even try to let me go.

- “No, I am so sorry Spencer.”- I mumble against his shirt, where I hide my face. My favorite place to be is against his chest. I feel him chuckling sadly and moving apart so he can look at my face.

- “You have nothing to be sorry for. I am the one who should apologize. Even before that door opened I knew I had failed you. You having to witness it all was just the perfect way Cat had to make sure I would lose everything I love.”

- "Spencer..."- he just cuts my words. His eyes are so concerned, frowning as he stares at me, I can't form another word as I listen to his speech.

- "I shouldn't have kissed her. I'm so sorry, ma cheriè."

- “We need to debrief.”- Prentiss announces as she stands by our side, touching Spencer’s back carefully. He looks at me and I smile, kissing his cheek to try to show him everything is more than ok between us. His puzzled look lets me know he is absolutely lost.

- “What is this?”- he asks as soon as he realizes Frank and Mikey, along with their extended families, stand with us for the debriefing. My poor husband is so shocked he still won't understand there was a plan behind everything that just happened. Of course, I stand by his side, holding his hand tight, trying to assure him everything is ok.

- “We had to think fast.”- Lewis starts explaining, and Luke smiles as he adds.

- “But, we pulled it off.”

- “Pulled what off?”- Spencer asks and turns to me, frowning.

- “Outsmarting Cat, once and for all.”- I reply and kiss his hand- “I’m sorry we had to keep you in the dark about a lot of it, but we knew she would read you in a second.”

Spencer opens his mouth to speak, but no word comes out of it for a few seconds. Simmons, Rossi, and the rest of the team gather around us, along with Frank, Mikey, and their families.

- “When did it all start?”- Spencer asks me, but I just smile as our unit chief starts explaining.

- “It started when your date started.”- Emily clarifies. - “(Y/N) realized Cat had kidnapped your friend’s family and that made it obvious she was doing all this only to hurt you for leaving the team and moving on with your life when hers is about to end.”

- “And when I called Mikey to ask him and Frank to come here, he told me he got a text telling him to go to our old apartment.”- I add and Mikey nods to support my statement.

- “That was just when Cat said she wanted to see your old apartment, which was too much to be a coincidence.”- Matt comments. Spencer frowns and turns to me, still confused, so I nod.

- “The team barely had time to get there and brief your friends before you did.”- Rossi chuckles and looks at Frank.- “You did great kid.”

- “Well, all the anger was real."- Paco replies with a silly grin. I can't believe we can end this day with such a light note.- "After everything we knew that bitch has done to our friends, we were not gonna let her have this one. How can you deal with a maniac like her?”

- “Would you believe me if I tell you we’ve met worse?”- I reply as he stares at me, horrified.

- "Worst than that, Nugget? I don't think so"

- “So we got to your apartment moments before you and Alvez got there.”- Penny resumes the story and we all look at her.- “We gave your friends and your lovely wife earpieces to keep track of everything going on in the room.”

- “We were in communication with the three of them the whole time they were there, so we could feed them what they had to say.”- Emily adds, explaining part of our plan.

- “They are not trained for that!”- but of course, Spencer freaks out, shocked.- “I mean, they had (Y/N) there to help, but it was too risky.”

- “I know, that was my main concern.”- Tara looks at my husband and tries to calm him a little bit because it's obvious he is still hyper-alert, even if we are trying to explain what happened.

- "I wasn't gonna let anyone hurt our friends."- I whisper and squeeze his hand, as Lewis nods and continues explaining.

- “So we needed a strategy. We knew Cat was all about abusive men, so what if (Y/N)’s friendship was already tainted and you were in the dark about it all? We needed them to play along, and you to be honestly surprised when you heard the story.”

- "You... came up with that?"- Spence asks in shock, and I nod.

- "Sort of, actually. We had to... improvise a lot."- I explain and Prentiss adds.

- “That was the tricky part. We had to ask them to improvise and we had no idea what they were gonna come up with.”- Emily continues talking and Spencer looks at Mikey waiting for an explanation, mouth hanging open, incredulity. - “They had to pretend, Spencer, it was either faking anger or faking tears.”

- “I guess they didn’t have to try too hard. Right now I am disgusted with myself.”- my husband whispers and looks down at his feet, ashamed.

- “Let me help you with that part.”- Pen says.- “Cat said to check the medical record, and I did. She had a miscarriage, but it was months later and it had nothing to do with you. That was another lie she said to make you feel terrible and throw you, so I told the guys and the rest of the team this information.”

I look at my husband's face and see how relief washes over his features. Spencer's eyes shine as he corroborates he didn't cause Cat's miscarriage. I keep holding his hand and nod when he looks at me, probably searching for confirmation.

- “What we didn’t expect was what Mikey did next.”- Luke comments and Mikey’s cheeks turn red with embarrassment as his wife holds his hand.

- “I saw a chance and I took it. I just couldn’t let that woman win. No one makes Nugget cry and gets away with it. Not even a psycho killer like her.”

I blush as soon as I hear his words. I have never been fond of feeling people around me are trying to protect me, I like to protect the ones I love. But knowing my friends were there with me on the hardest day of my active service as an FBI agent, and they were willing to help and protect me the way I wanted to protect them, made me feel loved.

Shit, I think I'm getting old.

- “So your brother is not in jail?”- Spencer asks, confused, absolutely lost in the conversation and probably feeling hope for the first time in hours.

- “Nah, he lives in California with his wife and daughter.”- Mikey replies shyly.

- “And I never dated him either.”- I add and hear Frank chuckling immediately.

- “You just had a massive crush on him when we were young.”- of course, that little worm had to bring that up in front of the whole team, my most embarrassing teen memory.

- “We were eleven, Frank!”- I argue, mortified.- “Can we never talk about this again?”

- “And to miss the fulfilling experience of embarrassing you in front of everybody on your last day working here? Never!”- Frank grins and I punch his arm.

- “And you never told me this before? In... fifteen years?”- Spencer asks frowning, but his lips curl in a little smile, letting me know he is not mad, he is glad to know things are not as bad as he thought they were.

- “Don’t be mad with them”- Emily begs- “They had to do what it took to save their families.”

- “How did you know that was going to work?”- my husband asks me- “You could have made up any other story.”

- “I know how Cat thinks. She only sees the world one way, that everyone is going to hurt everyone. So I played that card, and it worked. Besides, Mikey and Frank did it great.”

I smile and squeeze Spencer’s hand, trying to reassure him that everything is fine, that no one is mad at him, and that nothing that happened today hurt us.

- "I can't believe it."- he whispers and looks at me with a soft smile.- "You totally fooled me."

- "I totally did."- I reply with a smile. Frank’s father-in-law, Charlie, walks toward Spencer and shakes his hand that minute.

- “It's very nice to meet you. Thank you for everything you and the team did for us.”

- “I am so sorry Cat put you through hell.”- Spencer replies, with honest concern in his voice.

- “It’s not your fault. She was clearly mental.”- Charlie adds and looks at Frank and Tarah.- “My daughter has been talking about you too since she met Frank, I’m glad to finally put a face to all the stories about the Doctors.”

- “That’s our nickname? The Doctors?”- I question Tarah raising an eyebrow, and she just grins, holding Frank’s hand.

- “You watch Doctor Who and have PhDs. What did you expect us to call you? The Carpenters?”- she replies, making me and Spencer laugh immediately. Frank chuckles and kisses her cheek, proud of her answer. I smile and shake my head. Those two are perfect together, two peas in a pod.

- “Thank you for saving my sister!”.- Mikey’s wife hugs me and smiles at Spencer.- “I can understand why you wanna leave this place, but what you do here gives people hope. You and your team are heroes, I’m glad we got to see you work.”

I really don’t know how to reply to that comment because it’s mainly what I don’t wanna deal with right now. I do the polite thing: I nod and smile and then look at my husband, who is staring at me.

- “I’m sorry we tricked you.”- I whisper and his lips curl up into a shy smile.

- “Don’t be sorry. It feels…”

- “Angsty?”- I interrupt him and he just shakes his head.

- “Not it's surprising to know my wife can lie to me this well after so many years together.”- he confesses and chuckles.- "You are making me feel so naive and easy to fool!"

- “Actually, there’s a study conducted by the Ad Council Research Program that confirms that 72% of Americans trust the most on their spouse, which means you are bound to trust me, Spencer Walter Reid.”

- “Look at you, dropping statistics.”- he teases and moves a step closer, wrapping his arms around my waist.- "You know what happens to me when my wife drops statistics."

- “Hey, Doctors, we are still here, so please don’t make out in front of us.”- Tarah taps her hand on Spencer's back and stops us on time before we start making out. Can you blame me? I am crazy in love with this man. And I can't wait until we start living the rest of our lives together.

- “ Sorry…”- I blush and move away from my husband.- “Maybe we should get ready to go home, it was a long last day.”

- “Yes, we should.”- Spencer agrees with me and holds my hand immediately.

I look around the room and somehow it hits me. We are leaving now, for real.

- “Anything we might help you with?”- Frank asks and I just nod.

- “A few boxes with books from Spencer’s desk and some pictures from mine, and that’s it.”

Why does this feel so natural?

- “Great, we’ll grab those while you say goodbye to your friends.”- Spencer’s hold in my hand feels tighter all of a sudden. Probably because Frank’s words made our departure real and imminent. It’s happening right now.

I look at Penelope, and tears are already in her eyes. I walk to her and wrap my arms around her, trying to hold myself together.

- “This bullpen will never feel complete again without you two here.”- she whispers. The knot in my throat is tighter every second, and I am afraid if I speak, I’ll start crying.- “But don’t think for a second you are gonna get rid of me.”

- “Never.”- I manage to reply as Garcia kisses my cheek and looks into my eyes.

- “I’ll be at your house this Saturday to help you with your scrapbook, ok? I have all my tools ready.”- I nod and wipe off the tears from my cheeks. Rossi opens his arms and hugs me next.

- “And I will see you this Friday for dinner at my place.”

- “Yes Coronel Canelloni.”- I mumble and feel his body shaking with laughter.

- “I liked Papa Pasta better.”- I chuckle and hug tighter.

- “Thank you for everything.”

- “You are welcome tesorina. Now go and live your happily ever after, capito?”- I chuckle and nod. Alvez, Matt, and Tara hug me next, all of them wishing us the best in our next chapter in life.

It isn’t until JJ walks toward me that I freeze. I don’t think I’m in the mood to fight with her or even just pretend I don’t hate her. I need to get this over with.

- “I know we are not on the best terms, but we were best friends for many years here, and I hope you know I am going to miss you very much.”

Her words just hang in the air for a few seconds, as I stare at her. I'm too tired, too hungry, and too old to do this one more time. I just wanna go home.

- “Thank you.”- I have many snarky comebacks to her words, but I bit my tongue. JJ hugs me and barely I tap on her back. This is the best I can do after what happened. I don’t wanna hold grudges but I can’t lie to myself. I am never going to forgive JJ, and that's the truth.

Emily is hugging Spencer, and both of them are already in tears. Someone pokes my shoulder as I wait for my turn, and when I turn around I find Anderson standing next to me.

- “Sonny.”

- “Reid, you didn’t think you were gonna leave without saying a proper goodbye to me, right?

- “Never, I was saving the best for last.”- I wrap my arms around Grant as he does the same, whispering.

- “By the way, you never gave me credit for getting you and Spencer together all those years ago.”

- “What do you mean?”- I look at him, frowning and he just chuckles.

- “If I hadn’t introduced you to James, probably none of this would have happened. You were in denial about your feelings for him until he was crazy jealous.”- I laugh shaking my head and then I hug him one more time.

- “You are right, Anderson. Thank you for everything.”

- “You are welcome. I’m gonna miss you very much, who is gonna be my partner in karaoke night?”

- “I think Penelope can manage my parts, give her a chance.”

Anderson chuckles and I smile at him, grateful to leave like this, holding all the friends I’ve made during all the years I spent at the BAU. And most of all, I am glad Spencer gets to do the same. He gets to enjoy all the life lasting bounds created and take with him all the good times and the love from his BAU family.

- “(Y/N).”- Prentiss takes me from my thoughts and opens her arms, hugging me immediately.- “This is not goodbye.”

- “I know.”- I reply, enjoying her embrace, and fighting the tears immediately.

- “But I am gonna miss you around here.”- she manages to add, and her voice cracks. If she starts crying, I don't think I will be able to stop, so I better say something funny or snarky to defuse our emotional moment quickly.

- “Who else will drive you crazy?”- I ask her with a playful smile, and my dearest friend chuckles right away.

- “Luke and Garcia have been working on it lately.”- her answer is fast and it makes me smile right away. I lean over and whisper in her ear.

- “They are gonna end up angry fucking in the janitor's closet one day, I can see it coming.”- Prentiss laughs and nods right away.

- “I’ll keep you posted about that.”

Spencer finishes his conversation with JJ - I don’t even wanna think what she was telling him - and holds my hand when we say goodbye to the team. His eyes are red, but his lips are curled into a smile. He is happy, and that gives my heart joy. From now on I'll make it my life mission to make my husband happy every day. This man has given me everything I ever dreamed of. I can't give him less than that.

Spencer’s point of view

- “I’m sure this will be the last time we get a chance to talk.-” JJ says when she walks toward me and hugs me.- “I just… didn’t want you to leave after all these years with things feeling so uncomfortable.”

- “Don’t worry, JJ."- I give her a small hug and move apart from her quickly. I'm trying not to be cold, but I really don't wanna give her any wrong idea.

- "I'm really gonna miss you."- she whispers and stares at her feet for a moment before adding.- "Both of you."

- "Thank you for everything. All the support and all the moments we shared. you were an amazing friend. And we both love you, Will, and the boys very much."- I smile at her and turn to my wife. She is having some emotional conversation with Emily and the two of them are fighting the tears. (Y/N) looks at me and I hold her hand. It's time to leave. And I just can't wait.

I always thought this moment would be painful and filled with sorrow. But I'm just anxious to start the rest of my life. It¡'s the end of a chapter, but the start of something better. My life with my wife and our babies.

- "How many books did you need at work? A hundred?"- Frank asks as he holds one of the boxes left on my desk, and I just smile at him as I grab the other box in silence. After all, I think it was a blessing having him and Mikey here today. I am sorry they were dragged into Cat's madness, but I'm glad (Y/N) has her family close as we say goodbye to our other family.

We wave to the team one last time from the elevator and as the door closes, we just sigh. Mikey and his family start talking about getting dinner, but we just wanna go home. So we say goodbye in the parking lot and promise our friends a visit in the following days. They should rest anyway, their close ones had one hell of a day nad I don't think anyone really wants to go out to eat.

When we are alone, we get in our car and drive to our house. We get pizza for dinner, because we feel like it, and let the kids decide the movie we are gonna watch.

It looks like any random day from the outside. But we both know how special it felt to pick our babies from Sofia's knowing it's the last time we were leaving them for a case.

I just wanna be able to watch my babies grow. I trust the team will keep us safe, and from now on i just have to worry about being a good dad for my babies, and a good husband for my wife.

As soon as we get home, Raven convinces her brother to watch "The Beauty and the Beast" first and then "Lilo and Stitch", which might have been a master move from our daughter, considering we all know Vinny might fall asleep soon.

But he doesn’t. He is forcing himself to stay awake eating popcorn and drawing as we gather on the couch and he takes over the coffee table with all his coloring books.

- “Here's where she meets Prince Charming, but she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three”- Raven and (Y/N) sing as a beautiful chorus along with the movie. I look at them with a big smile and my wife winks at me. I remember back in the days when she used to sing love songs in the car before we confessed our feelings for each other and I dreamed they were for me. I never even dared to think I was actually right, and now here she is, singing along with our daughter.

- “Is that how you felt when you met Daddy, Mom?”- Raven asks seriously. - “Did you know you loved him right away, mommy?”

For a few seconds, I don’t even move. Raven looks at (Y/N) with her big brown eyes, expecting an answer. Why is our four-year-old asking about love already? Why was she growing up so fast?

- “When I met your dad, I didn’t know he was my prince charming for a long time, birdy.”- (Y/N) confesses and looks at me, blushing.

- “Like Belle and the Beast?”- Raven continues asking. Once she starts, she never stops.

- “Yes, but your dad was never a beast. He was always a charming prince.”

- “Did he have a beard and long hair?”- I’m guessing Raven is trying to picture me in any way close to the Beast.

- “No, but he grew a lovely five o'clock shadow during a week he got sick and I took care of him many, many years ago.”- it might be silly to blush over that confession, but I remember when (Y/N) helped me des intoxicate from Diaudil, and she mentioned my silly beard looked cute. It still shocks me to know she loved me back then the same way I loved her.

- “And how did you know you loved him?”- I try not to chuckle at her persistence.

- “Yes, ma cherie, please tell us. How did you know? And when did you find out you loved me?- I tease her, ‘cause I love teasing my wife and watching her blushing.

- “It was little things at first. Like how happy I felt when I saw him, and how I wanted to be with him all the time.”- (Y/N) replies and I hold her hand on the couch. Talking about that, with our kids, at our house, it really feels like a fairy tale.

- “I feel like that about Daddy too.”- Raven says and quickly jumps onto my lap and hugs me. I wrap my arms around her as well, kissing her cheeks several times.

- “Because you love me too. And I love you immensely”- I explain to our daughter as she giggles.

- “I wanna love someone and get married.”- Raven murmurs and squirms from my lap to continue watching her favorite movie.

- “Trust me, when that happens we are gonna be there to support you no matter what.”- I kiss the top of her head and (Y/N) holds my hand again.

Nothing on earth will ever be more important than this, the little moments we share with our kids, and all the moments we are gonna share from now on. No more traveling. I don’t want to look and see that my entire life had passed me by while I was chasing monsters. I hope this means that will never happen.

Two hours later, we are watching “Lilo and Stitch”, eating popcorn as the kids slowly doze off. The floor is filled with toys and art supplies they were using before cuddling with us on the couch. (Y/N) is holding Vinny and Matilda at the same time, while Raven is on my lap, almost snoring.

- “Upstairs.”- (Y/N) moutheres and somehow manages to take Vinny and Tilly on each arm. I hold Raven tight and we walk upstairs quietly. There’s something different about this simple action. Something that feels even more homy about our place. Probably because we know we are gonna be here, doing the exact same thing tomorrow night, and the night after that, and the night after that…

I put Raven on her bed and kiss her forehead. She hugs the old unicorn Mikey gave her when she was a baby, she still can’t sleep without it, and I walk to help (Y/N) with the other two kids.

Tilly is in her crib, fast asleep, but Vinny is awake and chatty, sitting on his bed, refusing to close his eyes.

- “But why do I have to sleep if I’m not sleepy?”- he argues as (Y/N) tucks him in and holds a book.

- “Because you need to sleep so tomorrow you are fully rested for everything we are gonna do”

- “Are we going to spend the day with Nana while you work?”- he questions and it hurts to think that’s the reference he has of his days.

- “No baby, we are spending the day with you and your sisters.”

- “And who is gonna catch the bad guys?”

- “The rest of the team: Aunty Penny with Aunty Em and Aunty Tara, Uncle Luke, Uncle Matt, and Papa Pasta.”

I notice (Y/N) doesn’t mention JJ, and I am ok with that. Now that we are no longer on the team, our friendship with her will no longer be an item. It’s the one thing we lost, other than time, overstaying with the BAU.

- “And you won’t help?”- Vincent whispers, fighting to stay awake.

- “Your dad and I are not gonna help them anymore.”- (Y/N) replies in a hushed voice, as she plays with his hair and he slowly starts closing his eyes.

- “Never?”- Vincent’s voice is a tiny whisper filled with surprise and joy.

- “Never.”

- “And what are you gonna do now?”

- “Your dad and I are gonna take you to school every day, and pick you up every afternoon, and then we’ll come home and help you with homework, make dinner, we’ll go to the park, we’ll play pirates, and draw all the pictures you can imagine. We are gonna bake cupcakes and cookies with your sisters, and we’ll watch a movie every together Friday.”

There’s a long pause after (Y/N) stops enumerating things to do and when I walk to the edge of the bed, I find that Vinny is fast asleep already, and (Y/N) keeps caressing his hair tenderly. I rest a hand on her shoulder and she turns to me with watery eyes and a big warm smile. I lean and kiss Vinny’s forehead as my wife stands up from his bed and walks with me to our room.

- “You know, according to the quantum theory proposed by Hugh Everett, every quantum event creates a branching of universes, leading to a vast array of parallel realities.”- (Y/N) says as she puts on her pajama. I stay still and turn to her. I know I'm basically drooling over my wife, but I just can't help it. I'm already half-hard with that sentence alone.- “What?”- she asks, confused.

- “Do you know what happens to me when you start rambling about science?”- I ask her in a low voice, and she just giggles.

- “I know I get pregnant when I talk about facts like these.”

- “Yes, you do.”- I smile at her like a goof and she shakes her head.

- “But I have a point.”

- “Surprise me, ma cherie.”- (Y/N) finishes putting on her pajamas and sits on the bed, hugging a pillow.

- “If Everett was right and there are different branches with different universes and versions of our reality, there might be an alternative universe where we never met each other.”

- “I wish there wasn’t. That would be very sad.”- I mumble as I stare at her. Life without her is the kind of reality I don't want to picture. Not in this life, or in any alternative universe. I wish everything I ever do in life leads to sweet moments like this.

- “Yes. But if you think about it if I hadn’t joined the team… Do you think our paths would have ever crossed?”

I stare at her. She is putting some night cream on her face, waiting for my reply. And though I wish I could tell her I’m sure this was the only outcome of our lives, she might be right. We are lucky our paths crossed at the BAU.

- “I don’t even wanna picture a universe without this. Our family, you… this is the most important thing to me. Any other outcome of my life would have been a waste.”- I confess and move closer to her, sitting by her side and holding her hand.

- “If I hadn’t joined the team, where do you think we could have met?”

- “At a coffee house.”- I reply no questions asked. - “We would both be regulars and the waitress would have played matchmaker.”

- “That if the waitress didn’t try to catch your eye first.”- my wife jokes, and I frown immediately.

- “I’m picturing a blond sixty-year-old lady with a perm.”- (Y/N) laughs at my answer and I hold her hand and kiss it.- “I think I would have loved you in every universe, ma cheriè.”

- “Me too. Do you think there is an alternative reality where we never confessed our feelings and were friends forever?”

- “Sounds like a nightmare… a very real and possible nightmare.”- I chuckle and wrap my arms around her, sitting her on my lap. - “In that universe, Emily kills us by the way.”

- “Yes, I agree.”- (Y/N) chuckles and then hides her face against my neck, sighing. - “This is the only universe I wanna live in, honey.”

- “Me too. Any universe with you would be perfect, but this is the ultimate universe for me.”- I kiss her lips and she smiles. We stay quiet for a few seconds, just smiling at each other, until she announces.

- “And starting tomorrow we are gonna have a brand new life.”

- “Are you scared?”- I whisper and she shakes her head right away.

- “No, I’m excited about our fresh start.”

- “Me too. I’m not worried about what might come, as long as I have you by my side, ma cheriè, I can deal with anything.”

- “I feel the same, honey.” 

[sebsxphia]

I've had one too many friend say that sometimes in the morning they are too tired or not in the mood while their husband/fiancé/boyfriend wants to have morning sex, and so they just lie there until he is done and this came to mind:

You had a long week. You are tired to the bone, yet the faint light coming in through the crack of the curtain wakes you. You grunt a little, and hear a gentle chuckle as you turn to your other side, nuzzling your cheek into the relaxed arm beneath your neck. You feel movement behind you, an arm coming to rest over your lower belly, making shapes on your naked skin. Jake starts laying wet kisses on your shoulder, going over to the length of your neck. It all makes your insides buzz a little, but your exhaustion supresses your need for him. All youneed is a couple more hours of sleep right now. You can feel him against your butt, and you sigh in resignation. Sure, you would take him if he didn't expect you to do much more than just lying there.

"Jake..." you whisper, sleepiness clouding your voice and clinging to your words, "I'm tired."

"That's alright, Hon," he says lightly.

You expect him to say next what all your boyfriends used to say - you just stay there and be pretty, they can get it done themselves.

Only the words don't come. The kisses on your neck cease, replaced by one chaste kiss on your temple. The intricate shapes drawn on your lower belly turn to soothing caresses as his hand makes its way all the way around you, tucking underneath you and drawing you closer. You feel him take long, deep breaths, and you feel him soften behind you.

"We'll get some more sleep then."

His words surprise you so much, you feel wide awake. Turning in his embrace fast, you look at him with wide eyes. His own are closed. An easy smile rests on his soft lips.

"Jake..." you whisper his name again, overtaken by a sudden surge of your deep love for him.

He cracks an eye open. His brows furrow a little.

"What? Did you think I would just go ahead still?" he asks, slight incredulity clear in his voice.

You only nod, blush rising to your cheeks. He kisses your forehead, long and lingering. When he pulls away, he looks into your eyes, sincerity radiating from him.

"Never, Honey. Want you to feel good too."

And with that, you can't help but lean in and kiss him. Kiss him with all you feel for him. He hums into it, arms pulling you closer if it were possible. But after a little, your exhaustion returns with vengance. Your lips get sloppy and stop all together. The safety you feel being in his arms amplify and you are on the brink of falling asleep again. You feel him press one more kiss to the top of your head, and his whole body relaxing next to you before you both re-enter dreamland.

-💚

gah, my beloved anon, you always know how to get me 😭 but this especially is something so precious and dear to me. as someone who gets sleepy a lot and isn’t always in the mood for sex, this was so sweet and refreshing to read. i hope you know how much i treasure this and how many times i will be re-reading it too 🥺 i love this so much, thank you for this touching thought, my beloved anon! 💌

[justmymindandstuff]

Can you write a Reader x Stark Men(Robb or Cregan but I hope you choose Cregan ) where they are having a fight because Reader is jealous. But please with a happy ending?

Good wifes always know- or not? - Robb Stark x WifeReader

summary: Your husband Robb Stark gives all his attention to Lady Karstark, a daughter of Lord Karstark. Hot jealousy leads to a carousel of thoughts in your head and in the end you lash out at Robb. You quickly realize that you have to apologize. But before you can do that, you receive an unexpected, good message.

words: 4.744

warnings: jealousy, miscommunication, arguments, insults, talking about cheating, angst, happy end

a/n: I choose Robb for this (sorry anon) bc I already have a few Cregan fics in my drafts and Robb deserves some love too.

English is not my first language// Not proofread// No use of Y/N// AO3.

requests are open// main masterlist// got masterlist

You stand by the window and look down into the courtyard. Your eyebrows are furrowed as your gaze rests on your husband. Robb walks across the courtyard, of course with Lady Karstark beside him. Lord Karstark has brought his daughter with him on this visit.

A pretty girl, long dark hair, a beautiful face, and a pleasant voice, along with dark, wild eyes. A northern beauty through and through. You hate her.

"Did you know that she is 4 years younger than me?" you turn away from the window to Sansa. She looks up from her embroidery, confused.

"Who?"

"Little Lady Karstark, of course," you grunt. Fiery jealousy crawls through your body once again. You are annoyed with yourself. Still, the feeling doesn't go away.

Sansa sighs, sets her embroidery aside and comes to you. Her hand takes yours and she smiles at you knowingly.

"Robb would never do that," she says, the confidence in her voice barely calms you.

You pull Sansa to the window, nodding outside towards the two of them. Lady Karstark throws her head back and laughs a loud, joyful laugh. She places her hand on Robb's upper arm. You can't quite make out his facial expression, but you're sure he's smiling.

Sansa sighs again. "Sister." she says in a serious tone. You turn away from the window again. The hot burning in your stomach remains. You have never been so jealous in your life.

"See," you say to Sansa. "Robb isn't that funny at all."

You look at your hands "I have this feeling." you whisper. Sansas gaze burnes in your side. "It´s a bad feeling." you try to explain something you don´t understand either.

The princess says your name. You hesitate for a two heartbeats, hoping that Sansa will talk without you having to look at her. She doesn´t. You don´t have a choice and look at her.

"Robb loves you. The girl might be flirting with him, but he will most likely not even notice this. He doesn't even notice other women. Robb only sees you. He loves you."

You don't want to hear Sansa's reasons and turn to leave. She can´t argue against this feeling you have, she can´t understand, she is not married.

"Nevertheless, my husband hasn't left this girls side since her arrival." you say and then walk away.

You nod to Ser Brienne in front the door. You hear Sansa coming after you. She calls your name and you stop for a moment.

"Sansa, please. I need a moment alone now. I'm sorry," you say.

"Okay." you hear Sansa say quietly behind you. For a second you think about turning around. Then you just walk away. The way to your chambers is so familiar that you don´t need to think about it.

So your thoughts race as jealousy continues to burn through your body.

Lady Karstark. You are already annoyed by just thinking her name. She rides, she hunts, trains with swords, dances only a few dances, but can skin a hare with a dagger. A true northern girl. And she is also very beautiful.

Robb confessed to you at the beginning of your marriage that he actually wished for a marriage to a girl like that. A girl closer to home. And not you. You are the exact opposite.

And for days now, you've had the feeling that Robb would rather spend his days with Lady Karstark than with you. Does he also spend his nights with her?

The thought makes you flinch and tears well up in your eyes. You are glad that you have arrived at your chambers.

The doors close behind you, and you take a deep breath. Then it occurs to you that Robb has been lying next to you for the past few nights. Just like every night in the past few years. A wave of relief washes over you. You shake your head at your own thoughts. What's wrong with you?

You are annoyed with yourself and don't really know what to do with yourself. You start pacing back and forth across the room. You don't understand why you are suddenly so jealous of this girl. You don´t really know this feeling. Well, know you know this feeling.

Suddenly something other than jealousy flares up in you. Anger. Anger at Robb. It's all his fault. He was the one who took Lady Karstark on a personal tour around Winterfell.

And today she will join Robb on his hunting trip. He didn't ask you if you want to come with him too. Of course he didn't. Robb knows well that you hate going hunting. You like riding but you can't bear the sight of a dying animal. And killing an animal yourself? No, never. You tried at the beginning of your marriage but hated every second. Robb knows that. And that's why he goes hunting alone with the Karstark girl.

The two of them would happily ride through the forest. Would Robb take her over the southern route, up to the hot springs?

Your thoughts wander back to one of your countless rides. Would he also ride with her to the edge of the springs? Would he also help her off the horse, leaving his hands a little to long on her hips?

At the thought tears well up in your eyes again, you stop and have to blink. You feel sick again, you've been feeling sick all the time for the last few days. This girl is getting under your skin. You go to the window, sit down on the ledge and lean your head against the cold window. Your stomach slowly calms down again. You wipe the tears from your cheeks, and try to think of anything else. But this uneasy feeling remains.

Countless husbands cheat on their wives. But not your husband, right?

You know what they say: The wife always knows, she feels it.

Is it this feeling they mean?

You take a deep breath. Try to focus your thoughts on one of the hundreds of beautiful moments you shared with Robb. The countless times Robb showed you that he loves you.

You stare at forest outside your window, and try to calm yourself down.

But no matter how hard you try, the image of Robb and little Lady Karstark at the hot springs keeps appearing before your inner eye, your brain continues to spin this horrible story.

Robb steps behind Lady Karstark, brushes the cloak from her shoulders, simply tossing it to the side, just like he did with your cloak.

He puts his arms around her, pulls her closer and kisses her neck. He whispers something in her ear, then bites her earlobe, which makes her giggle.

Your own sobs tear you from your thoughts. Shocked at yourself, you slap your hand over your mouth. You don't want to think any further. You can't. You can't bear the idea of ​​Robb sleeping with another woman. Tears run down your cheeks, you wipe them away a little too harsh.

You were always a good wife to him. You were always faithful. You never thought about having anyone else but him. You supported him and gave him good advice. First you were a good and dutiful Lady Stark and then an even better Queen. You know what you're doing, you've studied for nights, analyzed your mistakes.

You listen to Robb, his worries, his hopes, everything.

You quickly forgive him for the few nights he sits at the gambling table for too long and loses one of your necklaces to one of his lords. You don't hold grudges. You love Robb.

And what does Robb do? He rides off to sneak around with some girl. And you will sit here and wait for him. You no longer bother to wipe away the tears on your cheek. You look at your shaking hands.

Gods, you are pathetic. What has become of you? You never wanted to be one of those wives who know that their husband is cheating on them and still waits for him.

You hate yourself a little right now.

And that is all Robb's fault again.

Once again, anger suppresses your other feelings and you gratefully allow it. You would rather be angry at Robb than at yourself.

The rational part of your brain wonders where these sudden mood swings are coming from, but you only allow the thought to pass through your mind for two heartbeats before you concentrate entirely on your anger.

You jump up from your place and start walking back and forth again. This prevents you from shaking. How can he dare to cheat on you? How can he betray and hurt you like that? How can he forget everything he swore to you just because a pretty girl smiled at him? The scene before your inner eye of Robb and her at the hot springs replays itself again, and you feel sick again.

A voice whispers very softly in your head. "You jump to conclusion. Robb did nothing. He is loyal to you." you ignore it.

How can Robb hurt you like that? You two are happy, aren't you? At least you thought so. Nevertheless, he ignores you at dinner because he is so captured by his conversation with Lady Karstark. He treats you like air. You want to scream.

The door opens and Robb steps in. You whirl around. Your husband beams at you.

"Isn´t it a wonderful day, my beautiful wife," he calls cheerfully.

His good mood bounces off you like from a wall. You are boiling with anger as you watch him walk through your chambers.

In a swift motion, he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it into a corner. For a moment, you are distracted by the sight of his back muscles.

You blink, refocusing on being angry while Robb reaches for a fresh shirt. It's one of his better shirts. You cross your arms in front of your chest.

"What are you doing?" you ask with suppressed anger in your voice.

"I'm changing for the hunt," he replies cheerfully, slipping into his shirt.

"So you have to put on a fresh shirt for the hunt?" your voice drips with accusation, so much that Robb finally realizes something is wrong. He finishes pulling his shirt over his head and then turns to you.

His gaze sweeps over you, your arms crossed in front of your body, your tense shoulders, the daggers your eyes throw at him. You are almost vibrating with anger.

Robb swallows hard, shifting from one foot to the other. He feels visibly uncomfortable, but you don't care right now.

"Or are you putting on a fresh shirt to look good for a certain lady?" you continue to berate him. "And I also noticed that you have shaved," you angrily add the next best thought.

Robb takes a deep breath, his jaw tightens, and you can tell he is thinking.

You let your gaze wander through the room, if you look at him too long, you will scream.

He says your name, but you can't tell from his tone what he feels. Reluctantly, you look at him. He has also adopted a tense posture, and the way he looks at you, with a hint of amusement, doesn't sit well with you at all.

"What?" you snap at him.

"You can't be serious," Robb says seriously.

"You obviously understood exactly what I meant."

"You weren't really subtle. Just ask me directly," he snaps at you angrily. He lets his arm fall to his side and clenches his hand into a fist, relaxes again, and takes a deep breath. Suddenly, his voice sounds calm. "My love, you have no reason to be jealous."

You furrow your eyebrows. You don't know if you believe him. Don't know what to think.

"And why are you riding out with her then?" you avoid his gaze again.

"Because she asked if she could accompany me. The hunt has been planned for a long time. You know that."

You huff. Yes you know this, still there's that uneasy feeling inside you.

A cold fear suddenly at grips you. Will this girl take away your husband from you? Is Robb in love with her? Is he courting her?

You two didn´t have this phase, courting didn't exist between the two of you. When you got married, you were strangers. Not even a week later, King Robert visited Winterfell and after this Robb's family was pulled from one crisis to the next. You stood by his side during that time, did what you could to help him.

And in the midst of war, after the death of his father and the betrayal of his mother, during the worst time of your lives, you decided to give your marriage a chance. You learned to love each other.Your love had been a decision.

Maybe Robb has the wish to make this experience now? To feel this knew feelings? For Lady Karstark?

You notice tears welling up in your eyes again. But you don't want to cry now. Not in front of Robb.

You have to tell him what you feel, explain this uneasy feeling to him.

He would surely understand you. Or he would react with amusement again, maybe even laugh at you? Your stomach tightens with anger once again.

"Should I cancel the hunt?"

Robb interrupts your thoughts, you look at him. You can´t form a clear thought, so your anger makes you spit out the first thing that comes to your mind. "Because you can't resist her when you spend time alone with her?" you accuse him.

Robb's jaw tightens again, you can see that he is trying hard not to get angry. "Of course not." he says through clenched teeth.

It annoys you that he is annoyed.

You have valid concerns and he acts like you're being hysterical.

"What should I do? I'll do everything you want," Robb tries this time with a softer tone.

Never talking to Lady Karstark again would be a solution. You know of course that this is not only irrational but also extremely rude. A rudeness that Robb cannot afford towards Karstark.

"I don't know." you say, annoyed by everything.

And your husband has the audacity to laugh. Now you really can't hold back anymore.

"Then go ahead and fuck the little Lady Karstark." you scream at him. Hot anger makes your skin crawl. "That's what you should do. We both know you want it."

Robb stares at you and says nothing. Angrily, you walk up to him and shove him in into his chest. He doesn't take a step back.

"Get out." you shove him again. "Get out of my face."

Robb gives in, takes a step back. He gives you one last look before turning around and leaving the chambers.

You remain motionless for two heartbeats, staring at the closed door. After that you turn around again and stare into the empty space in front of you instead.

You have to swallow, you notice your hands trembling.

You yelled at him, pushed him. Guilt nibbles at you.

Now he would have another reason to fall into Lady Karstark's arms.

She has certainly never yelled at him. She certainly never will.

Good wives don't yell at their husbands, your mother often said that. You have to snort at the thought.

Robb and you were married for two and a half days when you yelled at him for the first time.

As you walked by, you overheard Robb say something to Theon about your wedding night. It was a boyish bragging, probably because Theon had teased him. But you also were just a young girl back then, additionally you were terribly embarrassed. So you exploded. You yelled at him in front of Theon. How he could dare to humiliate you like that and discuss private matters with Theon. You wildling,you insulted him. You would never forget the expression on his face in that moment. Rarely had Robb looked so guilty as in that moment. Nevertheless, you ran away in anger.

Not even an hour later, Robb came into your chambers with red cheeks and a bouquet of flowers in his hand to apologize. He swore to you that he would never again discuss your marital affairs with anyone other than you.

Now he wouldn't come back to apologize. Today, you probably push him straight into the arms of that girl. He would ride out with her, take the southern route, strip off her cloak and dress, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Robb would promise to lay the North at her feet.

Of course, she wouldn't be able to resist him.

You can hate her for being smart, and pretty, and wild. But you can't hate her for giving herself to him.

Robb is charming, you know that. And he can keep all his promises. He is the King in the North. And she's just a stupid girl. Of course, she will fall for him. No, you can´t blame her for this.

Could she make Robb happy? Happier than he is with you? After all, she is his dream girl. Just like he described her back then.

You take a deep breath and stop yourself. You shake your head. That was years ago. Back then, Robb and you didn't love each other. Now it's different. You built your love together, it has grown with you. Robb loves you. A pretty girl can't change that.

You feel your stomach turning again. You take a moment to concentrate on your breathing. Breathe in. Breathe out. It´s get better. With every breath you also notice that your anger slowly burns out.

Do you really think Robb would risk everything you two have for a pretty girl?

This time you want to listen to the rational voice.

You think of Sansa and how sure she was that Robb wouldn't even notice it, if Lady Karstark flirts with him.

Why can't you have such unwavering faith in your husband? Guilt crawls under your skin again.

You are such a complete idiot. You know that Robb loves you and he has never given you a reason to doubt his loyalty.

Gods You know that he is constantly surrounded by pretty girls. Normally, you don't care. Because you are sure that Robb doesn't care about these girls.

Why is it different this time? Is she different? You don't want to be mean, but the thought crosses your mind to quickly to stop it: No, little Lady Karstark is just like all the other girls. A little prettier maybe, but nothing more.

You can't understand why you're reacting so extremely.

You know that Robb won't come to apologize this time. This time it's your turn.

You overreacted, you know that. Your accusations were mean. Even if you're still not completely convinced that they're unfounded.

You have the right to be angry. You quickly push the thought away.

You have to apologize to Robb. You take one last deep breath before you turn to step out of your chambers.

You turn to the guard at your door. You don't know if you want to know the answer, yet you ask.

"Has my lord husband gone out hunting?" your voice trembles slightly.

"No, My Lady. His Grace is in his study."

You have to suppress a relieved exhale. "Thank you," you say, giving the guard a smile and then setting off. You have to hold yourself back from running down the hallways.

The Maester takes a step closer, entering your personal space. Astonished by his unusual behavior, you hesitate. Before you can say anything, Winterfell's Maester speaks again.

"Your Grace." Winterfells Maester addresses you two corridors later. You think a moment about sending him away. You want to go to Robb to apologize. Nevertheless, you stop and turn to him. "Yes?"

"My Lady, I know this is a very private topic." he interrupts himself, swallows before continuing to speak. "However, I have noticed that you haven't asked me for your pain potions for the pain during your moon blood for three moons now."

All your thoughts and worries fly out of your brain, immediately your attention is with the Maester. Have three moons already passed? You didn't ask him about the potion because you didn't need it. You didn't bleed.

"Or, My Lady, can I assume that you didn't ask because you weren't bleeding?"

You nod. "Yes." you confirm. Happiness floods through you and you place a hand on your belly. "I am with child."

"It´s possible" the Maester nods.

"I need to go to my husband."

"I should have do a medical examination first."

You raise your hand, shake your head. "This examination is not urgent, right?"

"Right, My Lady."

"Then we can do it later." you say, you still have to apologize to Robb and you have to tell him. You are so full of happiness that you feel like you will burst if you don't tell him.

"Of course, Your Grace." the Maester says and you continue on your way to Robb.

Arriving at the door, you take a deep breath once more. Then you raise your hand and knock lightly.

"Who's there?" Robb's voice sounds muffled. A grin appears on your face at the thought of how happy he will be in a few moments.

"It's me." you say through the door.

"Come in."

Slowly, you open the door and step inside. You have to pull yourself together to avoid beaming at him and bursting out with the good news right away.

You can't look at him, you stare at the ground in front of you, but you feel Robb's gaze on you.

"I have to apologize." you say. You gather all your strength and manage to put on a remorseful face before looking at Robb. You really are sorry, you shouldn't have made those accusations against him. You should have calmly talked to him about your worries.

Despite all that, it has become unimportant at the thought that you are carrying your child in your womb. You have wished for a baby for so long, your own little family.

Your eyes meet. Robb stands up from his desk, comes around. You go to him, extending your hand towards him. It feels good to hold his warm hand in yours.

Robb seems to be searching for the right words, but you can't stand the silence. Too many feelings are swirling inside you at once, and you need to let them out.

"You didn't go hunting." you note and realize once again how relieved you are about it. Your horror thought did not come true.

Robb laughs briefly. "No, I didn't go hunting." he says, squeezing your hand lightly. "I thought that would be the safest decision." a smile dances across his lips. "The last thing I wanted to do is to not further annoy my wife."

You press your lips together, notice how you want to grin but manage to stay serious.

Robb has never held a grudge. Now you're glad about it.

Nevertheless, before you can share the good news of your pregnancy with Robb, you want to have the Lady Karstark matter completely resolved.

"You spent a lot of time with Lady Karstark. That has made..." you interrupt yourself, now your thoughts seem ridiculous to you. "I was so sure that you desired her, that you would seduce her on this ride. I don't know why. I'm so sorry."

Robb says your name, he places his hand on your cheek, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "No. Never would I do something like that. My love. I didn't even think about it." a glance into his eyes is enough, and you are convinced that he is telling the truth.

"But you like her." you want to take a step back, he can't deny that. Again, jealousy and insecurity are trying to surface. Robb places his hand on your hip, holding you gently.

"That doesn't matter. You feel uncomfortable when I talk to Lady Karstark, so I won't do it anymore. Very simple. That's not even a question, my Love. You are my wife. You always come first." he looks deep into your eyes, seems to be searching for something. A shadow flits across his face for a second. "Did I do something wrong to justify your doubts?" he asks quietly.

You gently shake your head. "No. It's just. She seems perfect for you. As if you could give her your heart. A girl from the North." you say quietly and feel a bit ashamed of your own thoughts.

"How could I give my heart to another woman when it belongs to you? In my heart, there is no room for Lady Karstark. It is full of you. I never think of her, only of you, my Love. But oviously you are not sure of my love for you, I have failed as a husband. For that, I must apologize."

His words bring tears to your eyes, you sigh, suddenly feel a pleasant calm wash over your body and drive away your fear.

You want to laugh at yourself, how could you forget that your husband is a good man?

Relieved, you have to giggle. You stand on your tiptoes and press a kiss to Robb's lips. He lets out a surprised sound, but when you let yourself fall back again, he follows you. His lips crash onto yours and he pulls you into his arms. You wrap your hands around his neck, enjoying the kiss for a few heartbeats.

As you pull away from Robb, he immediately catches your gaze. A smile appears on your face.

"You haven't done anything you need to apologize for, Robb. I behaved irrationally. I was jealous." you finally confess. You take a deep breath. "However, I have a good excuse for my behavior." Robb furrows his brows, looks down at you. "I am pregnant with your child, husband."

For a moment, it seems as if time stood still. Then Robb wraps his arms around you and spins you through the air in a tight embrace. His laughter reaches your ears.

He sets you back on your feet, his hand resting on your hip. Robb kisses your forehead, then your lips. " Are you sure?"

"Very sure," you say. Robb studies your face closely, then pulls you into a tight hug.

"My Love, you are making me the happiest man in the world right now." he whispers in your ear. You miss the slight scratch that his beard usually causes on your cheek. You lean into his arms, enjoying the warm feeling in your body.

"We will finally be a family." you say and notice the tears of joy running down your cheeks, now that Robb knows too, it feels real. You are pregnant. With Robb's baby. You couldn't be happier.

A knock at the door makes you both flinch, and you take a step back. Robb immediately reaches for your hand.

"Your Grace?" a guard enters your chambers uninvited. "Sorry for the interruption, but it's Lord Commander Snow, he's in the courtyard. He says it's urgent."

You notice how Robb tenses up next to you, you both know that this can´t mean something good. Robb looks at you.

"I need another moment." he says then towards the guards.

You place your hand on his chest. "No, it's fine. Go to Jon. Everything is fine." you assure him and smile.

"Really?" he asks again, you can read from Robb's expression that he would rather stay with you. But his duty as King in the North stands in his way.

"Yes. I have to go to Sansa anyway. I was a bit mean to her." you give him a quick kiss and then nod towards the door.

"I'm hurrying and then I'll come to you." says Robb. "Thank you, wife. You made me very happy today." he kisses your forehead. Your heart flutters happily in your chest.

"Just one more thing, husband." you say before he turns away.

"Everything, My Lady wife."

"Next time you have to ask me before you shave your beard. Or you get yourself in trouble."

"Of course, My Lady." grins Robb, leaning forward to steal another kiss before turning towards the door. "I'll see you both later."

[sleepychenle]

wc: 456. genre: fluff, cute stuff. tags: situationship!chenle, non-idol au. [a/n]: i want to be an astronaut so bad i have to say it everytime i can.

"okay so tell me about yourself"

"it kinda sounds like a job interview" you laugh. "you are right" he shrugs as he eats one of the fruits you cut and put in a bowl before sitting down on the couch.

you and chenle have been going on dates for a couple of months now. but almost every time, you guys ended up doing other things instead of actually getting to know each other. it's not as if you two were avoiding conversations, it just happened to be like that.

"but I really mean it, tell me anything... or everything, in fact" he nods encouraging you to talk.

when he said that, your eyes lit up. your face full of enthusiasm. you didn't want to show that you were that excited to have this kind of conversations, but you really were. and he knew it as soon as your face changed, so there was no point in hiding it anymore.

"it might sound silly, but I really love this part of 'getting to know each other'. it's just so fun to listen about whatever the other person likes and the little details" you say happily.

you didn't notice, of course, but while you talked he was looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes. chenle knew he was in love with you, but didn't want to say anything until he had at least a minimal hint about it being reciprocated. and he knew you too. not the oddly specific things, but the exact amount to already fall in love.

how many times had he thought about what would you say if he confessed so early? he imagined you saying "you don't even know my favorite color, chenle" so that's why he was determined to learn every detail about you today.

"i love it too, it's a shame we didn't have the time to do it before" he shakes his head. "now, tell me" you giggle at his eagerness.

you look at him one more time, to be sure he actually wanted to. he nods and you finally start.

"i love the color red and purple. i love cats. also, i love listening to music. it might sound weird, but i love studying because it's the perfect excuse to listen to my favorite songs without being interrupted. i like to draw, but i'm not really good at it. i love the 'oversized pants and tiny tops' combination. i love the stars and planets- actually, did you know i wanted to be an astronaut?" he chuckled when you interrupted yourself. "...but I decided to switch paths because i want to have a family one day, and i couldn't be there for my kids and husband if i'm in space, right?"

you looked like you had a million other things to say, but you wanted to listen about his own stuff too. "it's your turn now" you say this time, a hint of shyness showing in your face because of how much you managed to say in two minutes.

he, again, noticed it. "it's alright, i really enjoy listening to you" at this point you were all red because of his confession.

chenle could listen to you for hours non stop. even though he was the type to talk... the type to be listened to.

“maybe today i’ll finally tell her" he thought.

[yukiii-9]

Busy yet clingy and loving

satoru gojo x y/n (you)

WARNINGS: fluff, the reader is AFAD (a female at birth), the reader is insecure, being chubby mentioned, dieting mentioned, overthinking, angst if you squint, kind and loving Satoru :3

You look in the mirror with only a Hello Kitty tank top and short pajama shorts. You always thought you were fat. This is almost a normal routine for you. Wake up, look in the mirror, and either be lazy or work out.

Satoru is a very busy man. You never really see him home since he gets off of work at literally 4 am. He leaves for work at 7 am every day, so you never get to watch him leave.  So, he doesn’t know about your insecurity. It’s not like you have the guts to tell him. What if he calls you fat like everybody else? Ugh….

There are days when he’s off, like for Christmas. He’ll usually be up before you on his days off to cook you breakfast. Even though you don’t want to gain weight, you still eat the breakfast he makes because why would you waste food like that? He works hard to make breakfast for you and has a sweet soul.

You softly sigh at what you’re seeing right now. Your body has a little bit of chubbiness in it. You hated that. You just wanted to be skinny like everybody else. You have tried dieting before, but it never worked for you. You always end up binge eating after 2 days in your diet.

After a couple of minutes of staring at yourself, you decide to do your workout routine, which is 30 minutes.

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A couple of hours later.

You got done with your workout routine a while ago. After you did that, you went for a walk for about an hour. You came back, and you did some chores around the house.

You then got in the shower. After you got out of the shower, you got in the empty bed. You were wearing a blue baggy sweatshirt (which is suspected to be his) and a pair of baggy sweatpants. Your hair was in a ponytail. 

The bed was cold and empty. You let out a soft sigh until you got a text message. You grab your phone, and you see a message from Satoru.

You’re surprised he even has time to text you; his schedule is very busy and packed.

The message said: 

“Hey there, beautiful !!! My boss let me go for the day; I’m on my way back! Can’t wait to see my beautiful wife !!!”

Your eyes widen at the message. You were so excited! What will you guys do? Cuddle? Talk about random things? What should you guys do? You spiraled out on your bed, waiting for your Husband to come back.

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About 25 minutes later, you and Satoru are currently in bed, sitting up against the headboard of the bed. The blanket was over your thighs, so he didn’t notice your thunder thighs. Satoru changed in a black sweatshirt and sweatpants, sitting along with you with one knee against his chest and a leg hanging off from the bed.

You refused to cuddle with Satoru just so he doesn’t feel your love handles or anything, and then your relationship will probably fall apart. It was silence, almost awkward. 

Satoru broke the silence after a little bit.

“So, how has my beautiful and precious little wifey been since I was gone? I barely get any days off, and I barely get any time to spend with my wife! Don’t you find that crazy!”

He says it is a little dramatic. I mean, he has every right to be jealous. He hasn’t sat with you like this in ages!

You speak up in a soft voice. 

“Yeah, umm good.”

You say a little too soon, trying to hide the fact that you’re very insecure. Satoru immediately noticed something wrong with you. You will never answer like this. Every time he asked you before his schedule got so packed, you would run his ear off by rambling about your day. He didn’t hate it, he missed it.

Sometimes, you would be on his lap as you do so, or just simply in his presence, going on and on probably without an end.

“It doesn’t sound good. Talk to meeeeeeee, please.”

The dramatic gentleman pleads gently, resting his head on your shoulder. You softly sigh, silence coming in the room again. You didn’t know what to say. Should you tell him? He might hate you for it… You don’t know what to do.

You speak up in a soft, sad voice.

“Satoru... do you think I’m too fat...?”

Satorus’s eyes widen at that. He lifts his head to look at you. He looks at you up and down. He thought the complete opposite. When he met you years ago, he thought you were the most beautiful girl alive. He still thinks that.

“Y/n…”

He says a lot quieter than usual. He wraps his arms around your neck, now planting kisses on your face, gentle like you were so fragile. 

“Y/n, don’t say that. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. You are nowhere near fat; you just have some extra skin. It doesn’t mean anything, baby.”

Satoru says gently. Even though he is known for his very unserious personality, he can also be very soft at times like this. He continues to place gentle kisses on your face, like you were so fragile. You didn’t believe him at first, but the way he’s acting... it was too hard not to believe.

“... I may play around a lot, but I’m serious, y/n. You are not anywhere near fat. You’re very beautiful in my eyes. Trust me, I will find out who said that, and you will never see them again.”

You softly chuckle at his words. 

“Sato-“

“It’s toru, baby. You sound like you’re mad at me when you call me Satoru.”

He says with a frown, now holding you a little tighter. You softly chuckle again at that.

“Toru, it’s not anybody at work or anywhere. Everybody on Instagram and in public is so pretty and skinny, Toru. I know you’ve have seen them and thought they were hot.”

You say with a frown. All Satoru did was softly chuckle at that, moving over to gently peck you on the lips.

“Baby, why would I look at them when I only have eyes for you?”

“Don’t lie Sa- Toru. It’s okay, you can say they are ho-“

“Bullcrap. I only have eyes for you, and that’s it.”

He interrupts you. He hates hearing you talk bad about yourself like that.

“Would some cuddles and lots of love help you change your mind about yourself?”

Satoru asks with puppy eyes. He knows dang well he just wants to cuddle with you, but now he kind of wants to cuddle for that reason. He is so clingy. You roll your eyes at him, and you rest your head in his chest.

Satoru took that as an invitation. He moved his arms around you, and he adjusts himself so he’s lying down, and you're resting on his chest. He grabs the blankets at the bottom of the bed and wraps them around him and you.

He may be very silly, but he is also very serious when it comes to times like this. He gently pecks your head as a silent saying of “I love you so much.”

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Our Gentle Sins: Part 16

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Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

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Chapter summary: Past. Logan does it. Present. Wade makes a plan.

Warnings: This fic features non con, pregnancy, and themes of religious trauma. I will not be saying everything that happens to warm you, by clicking read more you are prepared for extremely dark themes and that you at 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

EXTRA WARNING: Violence, shown sexual violence again.

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Before

Logan tried, he really did try to pay attention as you spoke but it was getting harder and hard. Your biology was calling to him.

The red string of fate tied you and him together, growing shorter and short with every horror the two of you had endured and now, now Logan felt it had come to a close; the string was taught, pulling him to your finale. 

“Can we crack a window?”  Logan asked, hoping fresh air would allow him some breathing room. Unfortunately, a gust of breeze blew your scent right too him. Logan groaned, a sound almost in pain as he hardened, the animalistic side of him clawing for release. How could he smell you like this, look at you, have you so close to him and not take you as his? Logan wanted to erase every last presence of Mark from your body, from your mind. He could give you what your husband never could. You could give him what Jean threw away.

*

“Are you okay?” Your brow furrowed looking at Logan as he stood, eyes closed. He looked almost… in pain; his knuckles whitening at his balled fists. 

You wouldn’t pretend you understood Logan all the time. He had strange behaviors, did and said things you didn’t get but honestly, it was probably the same for you. Two strange people, possibly sharing a life together.

The way he respected you needing time only endeared him to you more, and you know most of your friends considered you dating already. Seeing the joy on Kurt’s face made you want to say yes, yes you were together, you were in love, it was your happily ever after. But time was what you needed. It hadn’t been more than 6 months since you left your husband, and in a strange way you were still mourning his death.

It wasn’t a true loss, not in the way you knew was normal. You hated him, but a part of you loved him. Really, it had little to do with Mark; you mourned your parents too. Remy said it was because you held so much love in your heart.

‘I wouldn’t blame you if you weren’t sad, pistache, but I’m not sure dat would be you.’ Remy assured you it would go away, the way you missed the people who had been staples in your life. ‘But for now, allow yourself to feel. You have so much love in your heart, you feel so deeply, it makes sense you miss dem. De were ya whole life, the good and da bad.’

You’d been married to Mark 7 years, of course you missed him in a sense, especially when you had nearly no life outside him, no friends. He was your whole world, and things weren’t always bad. There were more good times than bad, which always made that bad so much worse. Charles said there would be complicated feelings, and assured you they were no thought crimes, there was no wrong way to feel.

“Lo, how about you sit down?” He looked pale, it was worrying you. Taking his large hand in yours and walk the few steps to the bed. “Do you want me to call Hank? Or Jean?”

Logan’s eyes snapped up to yours, alight with a fire that made you nervous. “Do not call Jean.”

A familiar nervousness flooded your system, the type of anxiousness that settled into your stomach and screamed fawn, fawn, fawn. Something in your head said get out, but why? It was Logan. Just Logan. Your Logan.

He was hurting your hand.

“I won’t call Jean…” You spoke softly, as if trying to placate a wild animal, and it worked. His eyes softened, and although he looked no less sick he abruptly dropped you hand.

“You should go.”

This made you frown. “Do you want me to get help?”

He shook his head. “No, no, I just- Dolly, you should go. I’m fine just, listen to me.”

But you were stubborn as you were scared, determined to figure out what was happening. He worried you, you didn’t like to see him in pain.

You step forward, and you swear you hear him growl. “Logan?”

Logan snatched your wrist, yanking you between his legs and trapping you. Your whimpers mean nothing when you're thrown onto the bed, Logan crawling on top. You can feel his erection through your dress and your stomach lurches, but when you try to push him you find you’re practically nothing under him.

“Logan, what are you doing?” 

“Need you.” He leans in for a kiss and god help you but you kiss him back, trying to calm him, give him a little to hold him over. 

“Logan, please get off, y-your scaring me. We said we’d wait, right?”

He said he’d wait. He’d wait. He’d wait for you because he loved you and you loved him and he would have you but he just had to- 

“WAIT!” With all your strength you shove at him, attempting to maneuver the little room your body had to get out. You were determined to not make this easy; you refused to let Logan ruin your relationship with him.

But Logan was too much, dropping the full weight of his body onto you and knocking the air out of your lungs. While you’re distracted, he takes both your wrists into his hand and wrenches them back painfully far, his lips on your covering the scream in pain. Fingers digging deep bruises into your wrists and you feel yourself giving into the pain.

“That’s it, baby doll, just relax… let me in…” Hands pinned above you, slightly less painful now that you stopped fucking but a bruising grip still there, Logan’s other hand undoes his belt and you know what's happening.

Falling. Drifting. Weightless on the bed you try to not go rigid. It’d only hurt more if you did, you knew from experience. He gets what he wants. He always does. They always do. You’re just a tool to them, something for men to use in their own little ways. The tears come, and Logan’s gentle hand cups your face with a tenderness so different from the way he breaks you open on himself, cooing your name as if that would make it better.

Logan is just like Mark.

Just like your father, who while never touched you was complacent in the horrors that happened. Your father, who probably did the same to your mom, who was grooming your brothers to not ask, just take. Your father, who arranged and blessed the marriage.

You think to the men in your life because it’s easier than thinking about what Logan is doing to your body; you vaguely feel touches, but if you take your attention away, you learned from being with Mark you could leave your body behind.

Were they all like this? Scott, with his strict moral code, would he take you given the chance? Kurt was religious too; if you’d married him, would he feel entitled to your body? Did Charles think you owed him? Pietro, Hank, Warren, Bobby, was it all just a matter of time and chance?

Would Remy eventually think his friendship meant he was owed you? Remy, sweet Remy who’d been your rock all this time, did he want you this way, and would he take it given the opportunity?

Were you destined to be at the mercy of men your whole life?

“Please don’t cry, dolly, please?” Logan’s voice brought you back to reality, his face nuzzling you and you’re forced to reckon with the pain between your legs. You felt naked, even with the dress still on; a vulnerability you wanted to share with Logan but not like this. Like this.

“Please stop…” You whisper to him, and even as he ravages your body you reach up to hold his face. Your eyes hold his blue ones, pleading. “We can forget this, you don’t have to do it like this, we can-”

“Oh Dolly…” Logan’s movements slow, sympathy melting into you and for a moment you think it’s over, that you can put this behind you. He kisses your nose, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry…”

“Lo-”

“There’s no going back after this.”

After

“You know I gotta tell Charles, right?”

Logan just huffed out a scoff. “Scott’s been telling him for months, if he didn’t believe slim, he’s not believing you.”

*

Wade couldn’t sleep all night, echoing over everything Logan said to every, everything confessed.

Wade never claimed to be a good guy, not really. He wasn’t a hero, wasn’t even an anti-hero, like that one terrible Taylor Swift song. If he was a Taylor Swift song, he’d be Lover, given his skill to get his lovers screaming. Or Bad Blood. That too.

Anyway, he doesn’t have to explain it to you, dear reader, only so much time can be spent fleshing out a character in short form media such as fanfiction when said character is already established in a franchise. You’ll forgive his inner monologue if it just scurries along.

He wasn’t what they call “morally pure” by any means, but Wade wasn’t a rapist, and he didn’t hit innocent women, nor is he the kind of guy to just allow it. Like a serial killer in prison murdering child molesters, even he had a line. 

Problem was, he was too evenly matched with Logan. He couldn’t do this by himself. And, honestly, Logan scared him. Not in the sense Logan could kill him, no, they tried when they first met to kill each other, it didn't work. But the Logan he knew wouldn't do what he did to you. Something changed, and he didn't like it. Logan would die before he left you alone, he'd kill you before

That’s why Scott was standing in the hall, having been rudely interrupted by Wade banging on his door at 5 AM, standing in his PJ’s and sleep mask. “Professor doesn’t believe me. My wife doesn’t believe me, so much so she’s sleeping in another room. It’s useless.”

“So what? You’re just gonna fucking leave her with Logan to get beat and raped again? What about the kid? That’s not very dime store captain america of you.”

Scott shot him a look. “Look at me, Wade. You look at me and tell me I’ve given up on this.” he looked… rough. Even his dick sucking lips looking less supple than usual. “My life is fucking falling apart because I won’t give up, I just don’t know what to do.”

“KILL HIM!”

Wade found himself slammed against the wall, mouth covered and Scott looming over him. 

“You think I don’t want to?”

*

“You’re not gonna win, bub” Logan looked at Wade’s hand itching for baby knife. “Even with your guns and swords, you can’t win. You know this.”

“No, I can’t. But Scott can.” Wade watched Logan’s eyes narrow, and he knew Logan didn’t know the times him and Scott fought… Scott was holding back.

*

“If I kill him without evidence, I’m no better than a lawless vigilante!”

“You suddenly in your booklicker era?”

Scott shoved off of him. “I’m not saying that, I’m saying-”

“Xavier sanctioned killings only, huh? Well, I hate to break it to you pretty boy but he’s too busy jerking off to the idea of world peace to notice the shit tone of stress that’s gotta be radiating off Judith’s head!”

He rubbed at his temples. “Wade, listen, you don’t get it. I need more than just me wanting him dead. I’m not immune to biases, I’m aware.”

Wade groaned, stomping his feet like a child. “I am here telling you-”

“You’re not exactly the voice of reason here, Wade.”

“So if I get a voice of reason, you’re in?”

*

Wade sat in an office, one he chose specifically for the swirly chair he now used to look out the window. When the door opened, Scott bringing Remy, Wade whirled around.

“I bet you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you here tod- God dammit! What’s the twink doing here?”

Scott brought in Remy, but also Kurt, Logan’s OTHER best friend.

“Kurt’s going to have the most generous opinion, I need something to counter the everything about you.”

Wade feigns offense, his hand to his chest as he gasps. “Moi??? Well, if I’m the devil on your shoulder, I thought this sweet little buttery bouillon cube was meant to play the angel.”

The cajun laughs, but not without a hit of nerves. “Remy has been called a lot of things, but rarely an angel, Angel.” he gives a little wink, then settles into something more serious as he fidgets with his playing card, moving them from one hand to another. “Is someone gonna tell us what de ‘ell is ‘appening?”

Scott borderline ignored him, addressing Kurt to Wade. “Kurt is one of Logan’s only friends in the mansion, I needed someone whose going to go to bat for him, at least.”

Kurt’s worried questions about Logan were once again ignored as Wade complains. “Of course he’s gonna go to bat for him! Kurt’s not gonna believe any of this.”

“HEY!” A blue cloud of smoke appeared between Scott and Wade, Wade could practically see the ‘BAMF!’ in the air. He looked angry, but mostly scared. “Vill someone please tell me what is happening vith my friend?”

Wade looked a Scott, and Scott started. “Logan is abusing Judith.”

If Kurt had anything more than yellow in his eyes, they would have seen his rolling them to accompany the movement of his head. “Not dis again. Mien friend, you know I respect you, I respect your leadership and judgement, but I’m afraid you might be a little clouded on this one.”

Remy stayed strangely silent. 

Wade shook his head. “‘Fraid not, my favorite microdose of catholic guilt, he admitted it to me”

Remy’s head snapped to Wade now. “Whaddya mean? Logan wouldn’t ‘urt ‘er. He loves da girl.”

More somber than he���s been in a long time, Wade tried to explain. “He told me. Confessed. Woke me up from my beauty sleep to admit he hit her after the party. You can ask Jean, she treated her for a concussion.”

“Dat doesn’t make any sense!” Kurt cut in, clearly going on the defense. “Jean vouldn’t let Logan just go if he hurt her!”

“She told her she slipped and hit her head, dumbass!”

Scott stepped up, defusing it and explaining to Kurt. “I asked Jean, she was coming back from the med bay, said Judith hit her head. No suspicion, and after everything…” Scott sighed, crossing his arms. “I don’t think she’d believe me if told her this now… if she’d stand me long enough to listen.”

“Scott’s failing marriage aside,” Wade interrupts with a glare from Remy. “Logan admitted it to me. There’s some physical abuse here and there but... “ Even Wade struggled to say this. “He raped her. That’s how Stevie happened. Rape.”

The word rape hung in the air, falling around them as Remy and Kurt took in the words in their own ways. Wade could see gears turning in Remy’s blue and red eyes. Kurt? It wasn’t going well.

Remy spoke first. “Dis isn’t one of your games, is it cher?” He asked Wade. “Because dat is my best friend, I will die for her, i will kill for her and dat baby. I will kill Logan is that's true.”

“Remy!” Kurt’s voice pulled their attention. “You can’t seriously believe this, do you?”

“He ‘as no reason ta lie. Dat’s ‘is friend too, if he’s telling us dis, it has to be true.”

“No! Logan vouldn’t do that!” With a furry not usually known to Kurt, he storms up to Wade, shoving at his chest. “Vat are you doing? Stop zis game before someone is hurt!”

Wade looked apologetic, his scared face regretful, but he knew what had to done. “I wish I was joking, beautiful.”

“He’s being serious. All the evidence is there. How she acts with him, the scratches on her back, the time line of when she suddenly became withdrawal…” He looked to Remy. “You notice any changes in her in December?”

Remy’s face paled. That was enough of an answer. “Her nightmares… dey got worse. Every night for weeks I woke up to her scream’n…”

Kurt threw his hands in the air. “I won’t have any part of this! If you three doubt Logan even after all these years, I don’t even want to call you my friends!”

With a cloud of blue, Kurt was gone.

And then there were three. 

Wade filled Remy in on everything he knew, everything Logan admitted to him, and Remy believed him. 

More importantly, he agreed on what had to be done. Logan wouldn’t let go, he was possessive, he was obsessive… Scott would offer him a chance to stand down, to let Jean or Charles into his head for the truth or Scott would kill him.

Remy was hesitant, and Wade understood it. Logan was there friend, both off them, but Scott reminded him of Rogue.

“If he did it to Judith, he could do it to Rogue.”

“No.” He sounded firm. “He wouldn’t. Dat… Dat is different to him. She’s special to him. But you are right. C’est fou, it needs to be done, for pistache.”

It had to be done, but this needed to be over.

Unfortunately for Scott, he knew he needed to eat breakfast before the confrontation.

*

This egg sandwich was going to be fucking phenominal, he just knew it. Scott didn’t consider himself a particularly good cook. He was nothing like you or Remy, and Ororo definitely outshown him as did Bobby, funny enough, but he could get by pretty well. He learned out of necessity; he knew he could be in any variety of situations made him want to be able to cook… the fact he learned how to season was for Jean. 

He tried, he really did. Grand gestures after he’d been absent too long in his own head of breakfast in bed, trying his best to be attentive but never quite being the man he wanted to be. He couldn’t quite allow her in, and Jean wasn’t the kind to settle. Well, she did for a long time. For years, he knew she just… allowed it. There wasn’t much else, they’d known each other for so long and there simply weren’t many other men in the mansion at the time.

Then the x-men grew, and Jean, who had been isolated for so long, got to see that Scott was not the be all end all. There was more out there. Better.

There was Logan.

It was selfish, he knew, to be glad it was you instead of Jean, but he was, even if it was just a little. He loved her, he loved her so fucking much but he just wasn’t going to be what she needed, and he had to let her go. They were holding onto nothing.

He was gonna do right by both of you. Guilt ate at him at what he’d allowed to happen, the type of person he let into the mansion and around vulnerable people. What if he was right about him and Rogue all those years ago? 

He was so busy chewing and looking out the window, he didn’t hear the footsteps.

It’s time. He’ll face the consequences after.

“I won, Slim”

Scott felt his head yanked back by his hair, choking on his breakfast sandwich. That didn’t matter, because seconds later there were claws in his throat and it was over in a flood of red.

RIP SCOTT IT HAD TO BE DONE!!!!

it was actually almost remy lmfao sorrrryyyyy but i decided that was too much like ROF

anyway.

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 63: A Poor Predicament

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*Warning: mention of menstrual blood

Watery Lane is still as comfortable as before. I sleep decently, considering that I just saw my past love after five years. Today brings more clouds and a nippy wind that taunts winter’s approach. 

Ow. Today also brings another familiar ache inside of me. The time of the month. I slink out of the cozy covers and make my way to the kitchen’s warm fire. The house itself seems to be still empty.

Does anyone else know I’m back? I knew not to expect an enormous welcome nor did I want one. But it would be nice to know where everyone is now. I was hoping Bonnie might be around for a visit-

Thud.

There’s the front door. Who’s-? Uh-oh. Not him.

No. No. Oh no. That spotted red isn’t the fabric of my skirt- 

“Blood? What the Hell happened?”

Of course Thomas is the one to pop in! And of course it has to be when my cycle begins.

“Verena, what happened?!” Thomas exclaims and lurches forward to inspect my skirt.

“Thomas, calm down! It’s not an injury-”

“Then how the Hell is there blood all over you?!”

“Thomas!” I step back and hold up a hand to calm him. “It’s my menstruation. I can’t help it. I didn’t catch it in time so it stained the fabric. Do not blame me for my anatomy.”

An ‘a-ha’ look takes over Thomas as he processes my words. He glances down at the blood and back at me.

“Your menstruation…” He repeats slowly. “You’re not on birth control?”

“Why would I be? In America, women need permission from their husbands to have it. And I do not approve of tampering with God’s gift He has given me.” I change to a softer tone. “I’m not injured.”

Believe me, I have felt greater pain than this.

Thomas’ panic is easing off but now he’s looking at me in a new light. Like I’m a prized horse. Or a fragile vase that’s easily broken. So being a virgin off of birth control makes me weak now? So help me I’m about to slap his arrogant face-!

“Do you know what Finn’s been thinking?” Thomas changes the subject, toying with a cigarette. “I talked with him today, like you asked. He was thinking of marriage. Do you know who he once thought of marrying?” He tilts his head at me. “You.”

So he picks up on this now? All this time with all the talk of marriage and pregnancies, he now realizes that I am a worthy bachelorette and will be sought out?

“Yes, we discussed it before on occasion,” I respond evenly. “We think it best to stay friends because it feels natural.” I move over to the sink so I can look away when I ask: “Are you jealous?”

A pause. “How can I be?”

“Because your own broer had the guts to do what you can’t.” Shot fired. “Finn didn’t used to be like the rest of you. He could be compassionate without trying to be tough. I’d say don’t ruin his chance for a good life but that ship has sailed.”

Another long pause. “He… says he wants to marry this new girl. Says she likes the life we’ve got.”

Perfect. Another woman chatting about, ousting me just because my last name is not Shelby. 

I take a breath and face Thomas with rebellious determination. “Then that is where God will take him. As you’ve said before, he’s a grown man now. Speaking of grown men, has Michael arrived yet? I assumed he’d be here by now.”

Thomas takes another drag of his cigarette, letting smoke to hover over his face. “You’re right. He took a boat through Belfast. He’s arriving today, and that’s why I’m here.” He points to me. “To tell you that I want you to be at the Garrison for a family meeting.”

Yes, a meeting. I should have expected this. I can’t just skip off to Germany. Lord, everyone’s going to be so on edge. And it means I have to spend more time in the proximity of Thomas. Unfortunately he seems to pick up on my hesitation.

“You’re still employed by Shelby Company Limited, and as your boss I’m ordering you to be there.”

There is no room to argue.

“Fine.” I purse my lips and my eyes narrow. “Is Michael the one to blame for our predicament, then?”

Thomas gives a short grunt. “Yes. Thanks to him, right now we’re losing money. And his attempt at arranging my death won’t go unnoticed either.” He gives me a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry, we will handle him.”

In a fleeting moment of courage I can’t stop myself from speaking. “Having much causes conflict. Maybe this is a hidden message telling you that Shelby Company Limited has grown enough.” I walk past Thomas and give him a quick pat on the shoulder. “My advice? Let God be enough. Not that you still listen to me anyway.”

But even that won’t be good enough for you, will it Thomas? As I leave him to stew on that I head to my room and begin to gather my coat and purse. I also quickly change into a fresh skirt. Damn this menstrual timing. Maybe once this meeting is over then I can take a boat to Amsterdam and begin my way to Oldenburg. Lord knows how Abel’s doing with this. In all the rush of things I still haven’t called him-

“You’re still trying to get me to believe I’m worth something, eh?” Thomas speaks up from down the hall.

I finish buttoning my fox coat and step forward. “It is never too late to walk in faith, Thomas. Faith grows strongest during times of trial. And I can tell that we are going to need all the faith we can muster for this upcoming trial.”

Still being the gentleman he is, Thomas opens the front door and we both head out into the crisp November air. I graciously let the cold wind numb the conflicting emotions clawing at me. Another gleaming Bentley awaits, and when we start driving down the dusty roads Thomas clears his throat.

“Um, happy belated birthday. 27, eh?”

“Yes.”

What else can I say? ‘Yes, Thomas. I’m growing even more older and still haven’t settled.’ ‘Yes, Thomas. I’m practically igniting the rule book of society by staying single.’ No. He does not need any elaboration. He can keep guessing for all I care.

Not much has changed over the years. Same dusty roads, same wanderers looking distantly lost. Right now my mind wants to feel just the same but I cannot let it. We approach the Garrison and I make a silent objective to avoid reattaching myself to this place. There is no use clinging onto old memories and wishing that things have not changed.

“Here we are.”

Thomas parks the Bentley and gets out, starting to round the car. I open my door and step out before he can reach me.

“I am capable, Mr. Shelby.”

Each decline to abide by his first name is another discrete shot. Ones that Thomas tries to ignore but I know better. 

“Steenstra!” A familiar voice shouts from behind.

I turn around and my bland face brightens at the sight of the eldest Shelby broer, who’s wearing a very spiffy suit and bowtie.

“Hello, Arthur!” I reply as he grips my shoulder in greeting.

“Tommy!” He gently punches his broer’s shoulder. “You didn’t tell us she’d be coming!”

“She didn’t either,” Thomas mutters, walking on towards the Garrison. 

“Unfortunately I have not brought any whiskey,” I inform Arthur, both of us ignoring Thomas’ distant behavior.

“Ah, no problem. We’ve got more than enough. Besides, Polly’s going to be happy to see you.”

The pub’s doors open and I follow behind as the two broers confidently stride in. I turn the corner and am greeted by who else? Polly. 

“Verena, dear!” Her face lights up and she rushes over for a hug. “Ada didn’t tell me you were coming!”

“Well, it was quite last-minute. Obviously due to recent events I had to come back.”

A look of understanding crosses over Polly’s eyes and I see her glance shift to Thomas. She knows without elaboration that I am not here for pleasure. I trust she will do well not to prod at my personal barriers as Ada has tried.

“You armed?” Polly asks the broers, holding up a smoking cigarette.

“Yeah.”

“Please consider putting your guns behind the bar in case feelings start to run high.”

“Behind the bar, eh?” Arthur exclaims with wild eyes and dramatically pulls out his pistol. He empties the bullets onto the floor and plops the gun onto a table. “I prefer it there.”

Polly looks at Thomas and he grudgingly complies as well. Thomas starts to say something but cuts himself off over the rustling of my clothes. Everyone looks at me as I pull out two Smith and Wesson pistols from under my skirts, setting them down as well. Despite my welcoming appearance, this American came well prepared.

“Anyway… Had a dream about a black cat last night, Pol,” Thomas declares. “It means there’s a traitor close by, you taught me that.”

Polly takes this news modestly. “A black cat can mean lots of things. It can mean you’re hurting yourself. You're seeing things, Thomas?”

“Yes. Yes I am. Very clearly,” he answers and lights a cigarette. “Coming from every fucking direction.”

Arthur and I exchange glances. A traitor. We’re all thinking it but no one is bold enough to say. And it seems God has sent him this way. Through the window I see a car stop outside and Michael steps out, along with a tall blonde girl in a floral dress with shifty eyes.

“He’s here,” I mutter.

Polly gets an uncertain look. “Should Verena be here, Thomas?”

Thomas doesn’t hesitate. “She’s the foreign representative. Michael’s done his work in America and she needs to hear it. Besides, he has another American for us to interrogate.” He holds up a calming hand to me. “Not directed at you, love.”

No. He’s right. As much as I want to keep stone cold Thomas is right. This new woman is a stranger and we have all learned how unpredictable strangers can be, myself included. Not that I don’t want to offer friendship to whoever she is but I’m not as open as I used to be. Thomas doesn’t need to worry about offending our original encounter.

“I know,” I claim and give him a nod. “I’m on your side.”

The door opens and the couple walks in. Michael tries to keep a laid-back face but his partner looks otherwise. She scans us up and down and when her dark eyes focus on me her gaze all but latches onto me. I don’t let my own eyes soften and take the time to inspect her as well. Business must have been good to them in Detroit before the crash.

“Thomas, I’d like to introduce you to my wife.” 

Michael gestures to the woman, who’s now eying Thomas like he’s a piece of meat. Wife. Oh, I’m sure she loves Michael…’s money. She reminds me of the girls I’d see walking through Williamsburg back home. 

Thomas ignores his request. “Sit down, Michael.”

Michael keeps talking. “I betrayed you, but only in my heart. There was a time in America when there was a lot of money in that bank. I wondered if I could… leave, go to California.”

Oh, you klootzak. He thinks he can just walk away with our money? Granted I haven’t been around either but I know for a fact that I’d never be able to escape the Peaky Blinders if I tried.

“Invest in Hollywood. But Gina stopped me. She said-”

“I told you to sit down, Michael,” Thomas orders, waiting until his neef complies. “Now tell me what happened, on that ship, in Belfast Harbor.”

Belfast. Familiar territory. If Michael won’t spill his guts I’ll make sure Uncle Colon will make him.

Michael looks between Polly and Gina. “On the journey back from New York we needed a witness. He was from Belfast.”

Thomas’ face doesn’t change. “What happened when the ship docked?”

“This person had friends who ran a whiskey distillery in County Tyrone. They wanted a way of getting their stuff into America. So I invited them onboard.”

At the mention of whiskey Thomas’ eyes find mine and I shake my head. No, this is not my uncle’s work. Thank God he must believe me because Thomas looks away.

“When they came in I realized they were Scottish from Glasgow. They didn’t make whiskey. I asked Gina to leave and then they started talking about you, Tom. They said Tommy Shelby was a spent force. That politics had gotten to ‘im. Now was a time to move in, and if I wanted to move in with them. Then men from the IRA came aboard.”

With every word that comes out of Michael’s mouth, we all continue to stare at him as he explains, similar to how a young child might when telling why he did something bad. Laced with fear. For the entire time he keeps an apologetic, almost innocent look of trying to convince us that this is not entirely his fault. 

Thomas waits for a moment. “And the men from Glasgow?”

“The IRA commander said they were called Billy Boys.”

“Fucking Billy Boys,” Arthur grunts. “They run every coal mine on every shipyard east of Glasgow. Protestant razor gang. They also dabble in politics.”

Enemies of Uncle Colon, no doubt. That’s probably why I’ve never heard of these men.

“But you did no deal, Michael,” Polly states. Is she trying to answer for him?

“We were too busy being excited to give you the good news.” Michael smiles and Gina takes the moment to lean in closer to him. “The reason we got married is because Gina is pregnant. You’re going to be a grandmother.”

Another man who couldn’t keep it in his pants. At least they had the decency to wed. Although I’m not too optimistic about these two being considerable parents. But if God has blessed them then I should not judge too harshly. All that’s left is for Thomas to declare his thought on the matter as we all look to him.

“Okay, Michael. I believe you. Welcome home, congratulations. Just remember. Your unborn child has witnessed what you said, and they-”

“Thomas,” Polly warns with wide eyes.

“And it will be born accordingly,” Thomas finishes.

Michael’s eyes flash and he jumps from his seat. “The fuck-?!”

“Where the fuck you going, eh?” Arthur growls and blocks him from Thomas. “You are free to fucking leave, Michael.”

Michael wants to strike so badly. His eyes burn with murderous desire. You wretched bloke. After everything we’ve all gone through I’d hope he would know to treasure the value of family. 

“Fucking bastard!” He hisses.

Thomas doesn’t flinch. “You’re not really free, Michael. You lost this company a lot of money. I told you to sell, but you held on. Now I want you to pay me back what you owe me.”

Ah, sweet karma. It’s such a passive insult but it’s an insult nonetheless. I hope to never be on this family’s list of enemies. If only Gina’s scheming face wasn’t slinking closer.

“Michael, honey. Look at your cousin. He’s in trouble. He needs you.” She gives Thomas a final glance before pulling Michael away. “Come on, baby. Let’s go.”

I can’t help myself. “Good to see you’re keeping up the stereotype that Americans like to party.”

Gina stops in her tracks and looks down at me. “Oh, Michael’s told me all about you.”

My lips press into a line. “Then you do not truly know me.”

Michael scoffs and points at me. “What about her, eh? Steenstra was there too! Slacking off in Grand Rapids while I-!”

Thomas abruptly steps forward and Michael stops yelling. “Verena was still working, Michael. In other places. Grand Rapids, Chicago, Georgia. She was with her family. She understands family, right?”

In the corner of my eyes I see him looking at me. I don’t look away from Michael when I give my cold answer.

“Yes.”

“That is why she owes us nothing,” Arthur clarifies, stroking his gun on the table.

I shake my head with pity. “You have no idea what you just walked into, Michael. You of all people know not to fuck with Thomas Shelby.”

Gina leads Michael out, each looking very cross. Polly escorts them and Arthur shuts the door before I can utter even more harsh words. I can tell Michael’s news has left a mark on Thomas. He keeps staring ahead with the same blank expression. The look that says he’s thinking too deep.

“Ignore them, Thomas. You are not a spent force.” I give him a sturdy pat on the shoulder. “You are a strong and stubborn force that’s going to outlast them all.”

Thomas stays quiet. Arthur, on the other hand, keeps chuckling and looking at where the others just walked out.

“Fucking cheek of her, eh?”

Thomas snaps out of his trance and picks up his gun. “Verena, please make a call for me. I’d like to speak with your uncle.”

I don’t hesitate. “It will be done.”

“Thank you, love.” He looks up with eyes that dare to show me how much fear he has riding on these recent events. “I know I can trust you.”

If only I could say the same.

@meadows5

[ammyamarant]

Kamen Rider Gavv ep 1 thoughts

Just going to watch one episode right now because I need to finish Kabuto and I need to Know what Kabuto has up its sleeve. But, the tl;dr of Gavv: Cute show, I can see how traumatized this poor kid will get by the end

Gavv ep 1

okay so I’m already reminded of W. Wonder if there will be a mentor figure that dies like Soukichi does in the first fucking five minutes of W

oh neat doors. I’ve seen Labyrinth too.

jfc how old is this kid he looks baby

yeet out of a plane and the tinkly “oh this is the world mom is from” music lmao

lbr considering the environment you just escaped from and the way you were happy to be freefalling because you were where your mom is from, I think needing some food is understating it.

"what do you have? Do you eat it?" has the same energy as my "what is gender? do you eat it?" joke

WHAT IS YOUR BODY MADE OF

Karakida I want your jacket. Give

Ah you have no communication skills. Understood

"This isn't a monster case" "So what is it?" "Woman fucking killed her own husband and shh keep your fucking voice down"

"today's harvest" and it looks like bloody organs. Hey I've seen 12 Hour Shift too.

oh you've never been allowed actual food have you

oh goddamn it I can hear Apollo aiming the dodgeball already

my dude. you got a tummy ache then gave birth to something. human women would kill for that to be their normal gestation cycle.

mm, cgi is kinda……………………

"hey now I've been fed actual food and have real energy I can make minions" yeah I mean that makes sense. People get all kinds of bodily processes back once they've been properly fed. Usually takes a while for their body to recover but hey you ain't human so I get it

this kid is so sweet and kind giving obvious main character (yeah I know it's shouma) a place to stay and some sweets to eat.

oh right the street drugs WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT HENTAI ASS THING

oh it's just a mouth. Wicked teeth.

Shouma is such a sweetheart

Also ye, I can see why Shouma is enchanted by sweets if his mom never let him have any of the family drugs.

excuse me I need to figure out a way to get into this world and beat down this addict before he hurts this kid

Shouma I would like a full rundown of what you can do because was that super speed and running perpendicular on a vertical surface? My dude? Answers?

Mm, sick monster design

Yeah, the monster and the kid both being like "hey what the fuck" to Shouma is fucking hilarious.

oh fucking ow

your mom turned into a bloody organ thing. Are we sure this isn't just a horror movie?

I feel like these minion things showing up saying "eat gummy!" shouldn't feel as threatening as they do.

OH GOD THE CRYING EYES. I'M HOWLING

"oh with the other one" lmao

I wonder what this show is like on edibles because the bright colours are fun and I had a blast watching Ex-Aid baked. Tho I'd consider that a little too on the nose considering the street drug metaphor of those dark candies

little dudes go somewhere safe that isn't under the fighting feet!

oh interesting so if he gets a lot of battle damage he can repair it by using another minion. Very neat. Wish more "battle damage" was repairable that easily. Looking at you, 3rd Birthday.

oh calling both of them monsters and Shouma just taking it is heartbreaking.

I'm definitely feeling the difference between Takaiwa and whoever the suit actor for Gavv is, but it's more "huh, that's a different way of doing the stunts" than anything bad. I do miss Takaiwa but that's mostly because he's a fucking legend. This guy's doing great, tho.

did… they repurpose the build driver for this?

takaiwa usually stood upright, even for meek characters like Ryotaro, while it seems like this guy's default stance is hunched over. iiiiiiiiiiiiiinteresting. Says a lot about Shouma in this form

okay I was about to say this Rider Kick is lame, but nah, it's pretty good.

Shouma you are sunshine and joy wrapped in ptsd. That's not even a joke I know you're fucking riddled with ptsd from just your memories of your mother alone

Shouma you are not Eiji stop being a hobo

Cute show.

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Wu trained Morro at the same time that Garmadon was training with Chen which MEANS that Misako was around to see what the pressure of wanting and training to be the Green Ninja could lead to.

So later when she had Lloyd and KNEW that he would be the legendary Green Ninja, do you think she thought of the child Wu had once trained? The kid who became so obsessed with proving himself that he put himself in danger time and time again? The little boy who ran off into the night and never came back?

After seeing that, is it any wonder why she didn't want to leave her son-- the actual Green Ninja-- to be trained by Wu at such a young age?

Maybe a boarding school for bad boys would never make him want to be a hero. Maybe it would keep him safe from the destructive power of destiny. Maybe Darkley's was the only way to save her beloved son, Lloyd Garmadon, from himself.

Maybe Misako remembered Morro. And maybe, just maybe, she knew it would be best if her son never turned into someone like that.

[brontes]

heaven have mercy on me but I have been provoked into hypothetical podcast planning

[cleolinda]

AITA for banning my husband and father in law from the delivery room due to their intensely stressful/creepy behavior during my pregnancy?

There’s a famous Reddit post from 2020 where a pregnant woman wrote that her husband and father-in-law were a little too comfortable with their certainty that she was absolutely going to die in childbirth just like her husband’s late mother. It was to the point where her FIL was insisting that she go ahead and put all her clothes into storage, because she was obviously going to die in the hospital and it would save them the grief of packing up her things afterwards. Like. It was WILD.

When I tell my husband [that she feels suspicious of her FIL], he calls me paranoid, but I feel like my FIL WANTS me to die; his whole life identity for the past 35 years has been “amazing single dad” (never dated or had close friends or even hobbies really), and it seems like he’s looking forward to being able to guide my husband through what he went through. At this point, I’d honestly be happy to never see my FIL again, and I certainly don’t want him in the delivery room, especially since he told me he was “putting [his] foot down” about me not being “allowed” to have an epidural…. My husband, in addition to backing his dad on everything, acts like my due date is my death date, and has completely pulled away from me.

The commenters (and me, honestly) were convinced that the husband and FIL were either going to kill her outright to fulfill this expectation, or just make decisions about her care that might conveniently let her die.

And then she never posted again.

Over the last four years, people have frequently mentioned that post, always leading to a thread of people saying, “Oh god, I still worry about that woman.” I did too. It became one of those famous unresolved posts that people always wondered about.

Until yesterday, when someone on r/BestOfRedditorUpdates dug up a 2022 update she had posted on a different account:

TLDR; I had a beautiful and healthy baby girl, and I divorced my ex-husband. I lived, obviously.

She writes that she put her foot down about having her own mother in the delivery room rather than her FIL (!), and she WOULD be getting an epidural. Her husband lost his shit. And in his outburst, he let slip--

I admittedly lost my temper, and told him that I wasn’t going to die- it wasn’t my fault his father’s trauma wormed it’s way into his head, and that he needed to fix it without taking it out on me. He yelled at me that he didn’t need therapy. That caught me a little off guard; I asked him why he went to his therapist and was given advice about my death if he felt he didn’t need it. His expression gave it away, and he caved not long after. It turns out there was no therapist. It was just his dad. During the times he was supposed to be at therapy, he was with his dad. I’m still fuming.

And that was when she got the fuck out.

I’ll wrap this up- I’ve got an adorable little toddler tugging at my leg atm. I’m alive, I’m happy, and I’ve got my baby in my arms. Life is good.

I truly never thought we'd see a resolution to this, and I feel like there's probably a good number of people who remember it, so I thought you might want to know.

ETA: Brilliantly, I put the link in at the top; here it is again for convenience.

[puppmeo]

Have you ever been assumed to be romantically attracted to someone and even just the thought of that makes you want to throw up . Anybody