#He sits on my dresser and makes me feel shame when I don't live my life properly

[hazelelel]

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i want to put it in my mouth

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[luveline]

Hi jade I’m the anon that asked about the non zombie au Steve blurbs! I just thought of a story idea: Steve with a gf that’s recovering from ED?

hi babe!! hope this is ok<3 fem!reader

cw implied eating disorder recovery

"Ready?" Steve asks. 

You lean back in his bed and cross your arms over your tummy. "No… are you sure we have to go? I'd way rather stay and watch a movie here. Please?" 

"Please," he says back. "I really wanna see this one, he's, like, a tomb raider."

"You realise there were two movies before this one, right?"

"Yeah, but I didn't know you knew that. I think you'll like it too, babe. You think that Ford guy is handsome." 

"I think you're handsome, and I can see you right here." 

Steve takes his jacket off. As soon as he does you feel awful, throwing your legs over the side of the bed to stop him undressing further. "I'm kidding. I'll go. Come on, you're right, Harrison Ford is really handsome." 

"Are you sure?" he asks, jacket held in his hands loosely. "I know you haven't been feeling the best, so if you don't wanna go, it's fine. We can go later in the week." 

"I– I don't wanna–" You hate stammering around him, but admitting how you feel about this carries an awkward weight. A fettering kind of shame. "We'll have, like, nachos and popcorn and stuff, and movie food is really–" 

"I get it," he says, nodding.

Steve puts the jacket down on his dresser and grabs your hand, pulling you back enough to sit with him again on the bed. Sheets crumple under your hands. You're in for a Harrington pep talk, you can tell. You need it so much you don't try to fight it.

"Stuff like that sets me off," you mumble, though he already knows, "and I've had a really good week this week, I don't wanna ruin it." 

"The week isn't ruined if you have a slip up, you know that," Steve says gently.

It's just hard. Even though he loves you. Even though he understands. It's raw to be seen at what you feel is your worst, while you trust Steve to be kind about it, because something tells you that your worst is the worst. You know you aren't lesser for having this problem, but knowing and feeling don't align when it comes to this. 

"I don't want to go somewhere that's going to make you feel shitty, though, seriously," he says, his arm slipping behind your back. He kisses your cheek, and speaks warmly in your ear, "if you don't feel like you can do it tonight, then you don't have to." 

"This is silly. I can't keep interrupting our lives because I'm worried about how eating butter is going to make me feel." 

Steve rubs your back. "Don't do that, honey. You don't have to make it smaller than it feels."

"Steve," you say quietly. 

"I know this isn't small for you. I promise it's not small for me, either, and it isn't disrupting my life. You getting better is a thousand times more important to me than seeing a movie, so if you feel like you can't be there, we won't go." 

"Are you sure?" you ask. 

Steve hugs you. "Yeah. Yeah, of course I am. I'm proud of you. Not everyone understands it, I know, 'n' I know that makes it harder, but I'm on your side." He pulls away to make sure he's said the right thing. 

You smile at him fondly, reaching up to brush rogue strands of hair off of his forehead.

"Let's stay here and have the dinner we planned," he says, nodding hopefully. 

You nod back. "Okay… Thanks, Stevie. I promise we'll see the movie soon." 

"That's alright. I don't like that you knew that guy's first name anyway. Can't have a movie star stealing my girl, I can't compete with that." 

You snort and flick his arm. He flicks you back. 

"You sweep him completely," you tell him. 

The total and inarguable truth. You don't need a movie star when you have him. Steve hugs you again, this time pushing you down into bed to rub his face against yours. "That's what I like hearing."

[emocka]

Ft kazuha and aether both boys are both sweet and slight perverts.

Warnings female reader, healthy chubby reader, valentines day, reader in kazuha hates valentines day (based off experience)motion sick reader in aether

Notes: I'm an aether and kazuha simp. Sue me later

Aether

'Y/n' Aether called.

You didn't answer. He expected it. You were having a rough week. Today happened to top the cake. You just got fired for something that you didn't do. You had to finish your master's degree, but classes were canceled yet again. And your 5th anniversary with him was ruined thanks to your family who tore you down and decided to fat shame you. With valentines Day coming up, you were freaking out.

He walked to the shared room. The sounds of you crying broke his heart. He opened the door slowly.

'Hey, KitKat?' He said using the nickname. 'Are you all right?'

'N-no' you replied before burying your face in the pillow.

Aether approached the bed, sliding the necklace into the dresser before crawling onto the bed. Moving the blanket aside, he wrapped his arms around you gently. Laying his head on yours, he whispered, sweet nothings, wiping your tears away.

'Hey, why don't you nap?' He ran his hand through your hair. 'I'll start dinner. I'll come get you when it's ready

You nodded quietly he kissed your cheek, bringing the blanket over your figure. Turning the light off, he closed the door quielty.

Walking over to the pantry, he grabbed a box of pasta before heading to the kitchen. He started cooking

'You know with valentines Day coming up, I should do something.' He said, putting the knife down, 'I know!'

He smiled. He had a plan in place. Now, to set it in action.

---

'Aether, are you sure? Are you sure? It doesn't make my butt bigger than it already is.' You asked standing in the shared bedroom in a two-piece.

Aether sighed.

'I'm sure. Do I need to show you? I'm very willing to show you,' He said, smirking.

'As much as that sounds fun, not today,' you said, small blush decorating your cheeks.

'No worries, come here' He said opening his arms.

You walked over to him. Sitting next to him, he wrapped his arms around your figure.

'You want to know something?' He asked, and you nodded. 'I've always had a thing for women your size.'

'But-'

'Ah, let me finish.' He smiled, covering your mouth. He kissed your cheek. 'You're perfect the way you are. If anyone says otherwise, then we'll have a problem. You say anything bad about your body, and I'll show you otherwise.'

You blushed at the comment while he smirked.

'Come on. We should finish packing and head to bed early.' He said. You nodded.

Aether didn't let you go. Instead, he hugged you tightly.

'I love you, kitkat,' He said before releasing you. 'Bring that one with you, ok?'

You nodded getting off the bed.

---

You were looking out of the plane window. Aether was asleep. Your motion pills hadn't set in yet, and you weren't feeling well. You told aether to sleep regardless.

Aether wasn't sleeping he just closed his eyes and kept an ear on you. When you started staring out the window, he opened his eyes. Looking at you, he noticed you were looking rather pale. Your pills still hadn't set in. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pills. Reading the dosage instructions, he tapped you gently. You looked at him. He handed you another pill, motioning you to take it. You did as told. Within fifteen minutes, you were asleep.

Turns out you're supposed to take 2 pills, not one. Lesson learned.

During the flight, aether held your hand. He studied the engagement ring.

'Sir?' He looked at the flight attendant. 'Are you aether in 6breeze?'

Aether mentally sighed. He saw this coming. He just wished they would leave him alone.

'Yes. Can I please ask you to leave me and my fiancee alone? She tired I'm tired and we would like peace. Please?' He asked her his voice laced with concern.

She nodded and left him alone. He sighed before going back to studying you.

That peace was short-lived. A couple of fans crashed in the first-class area. You woke up due to the commotion. After 15 minutes, you screamed bloody murder.

'GET OUT AND STAY OUT! I WILL NOT HAVE FANS HOUNDING MY FIANCE. GET OUT AND STAY AWAY!'

They left fast. You sat down. Aether kissed your cheek.

'Thank you, dear. Sleep now, I'll wake you up when we arrive.'

---

You couldn't sleep the rest of the flight. By the time the plane landed, you were so pale that aether carried your bridal style to the bathroom. You spent a good five minutes losing your stomach. Aether was arranging for a rental car.

'No more planes,' you said, sitting next to him. He leaned in to kiss your cheek. You pushed him away from you gently. 'I feel dirty, not until I shower

He nodded, opting to blow you a kiss instead. You gave a small smile catching it.

'Do you think you can stay here for forty-five minutes? I need to go pick up the car.' He asked.

'Yea, I can do that.' You replied.

'OK. I'll be back.' He blew another kiss at you.

So, the waiting game began.

---

Aether arrived with the car. You were leaning over the bench bag next to you. Some color had returned to your cheeks. You had waved at him. He collected the bag, putting them in the trunk.

Hey kitkat, let's go.' He said, holding his hand out. You slid your in his and followed him to the car.

'OK take two' you said.

'Hey, no need for that.'He patted your thigh '. Let's go to the hotel. Well, be ok. I promise.'

You nodded.

---

'Here's the key card.' You looked around the lobby.

It was very pretty. White with some red accents.

'We can take your bags up there while we give you a tour.' The clerk at the desk smiled. 'We hope we can make your stay very welcoming. Follow me'

Aether grabbed your hand.

....

'Uh, this entire suit is a little big for the two of us, isn't it?'You asked aether, looking around.

The bathroom had four bathtubs and one huge shower in the middle. The bed was a triple king size with white curtains surrounding it. The room was white and gold.

'It's the honeymoon suite.' Aether said. 'I was trying to go for a villa, but they were over booked. So were all other suites. We came to an agreement and landed with this. Really wish the Valentine's suite wasn't booked.'

You looked at him surprised.

'Its very nice.' You said looking at him.

'Come on, follow me. They have hot springs here. It'll be a nice start to this two week vacation.' He smiled. 'And I have a surprise.'

You nodded and followed him.

---

Why was it so hard to get you to sit in his lap? He really wanted to hold you. Regardless, after a few minutes, he let it go instead, holding your hand.

Then you did the unthinkable. It didn't register for a couple minutes. You were sitting in his lap. Aether stared.

'Oh..oh!' It hit him. You were in his lap. 'You...lap...I like this,' He chuckled.

Wrapping his arms around you, he kissed your shoulder.

'Hey, aether?' You said.

'Hm?'

'Can we get married over this vacation?' You asked.

Aether smiled.

'I never thought you'd ask.' He said 'when?'

'Um...tomorrow?' You said.

'You want our anniversary on valentines Day?' He asked, rubbing your back.

'Yea.' You smiled.

He brushed your hair behind your ear.

'Let's do it.' He pulled you close.

----

You were standing in the kitchen of the suite. Stirring the contents in the pot you thought about it.

'So what should I wear?' You said out loud. Aether was in the shower. 'I could wear the cute little purple sundress he got me... no, I'll look bigger than I already am.'

'Now, what did I say would happen if you talked bad about yourself?' Aether voice came from behind you.

You jumped and whirled around. Aether stood behind you in his boxers hair still wet. Walking up to you, he turned the stove off.

'Sorry.' You mumbled.

'I know you're insecure about your body. But listen here.' He cupped your cheek 'I like it, I wouldn't have you any other way.. why are you crying?'

'N-no reason,'you said, burying your head in his chest.

He sighed.

'Come on. You go shower. I'll finish dinner.' You nodded in his chest.

'Put some clothes on so you don't give me a heart attack when i come back' You said.

He grumbled as you left to go shower.

----

You and aether ate dinner then decided to watch the TV. Cuddling close, you traced his arm. Aether stared at you.

God, you were such a beauty. He switched the TV off, turning you on your back.

'I believe i still have something to do,' He said.

You giggled and then yelped as he bit your neck.

-----

You woke up the next morning. Aether still had his arm around you. You looked at the time.

'Hey aether,' you said, gently shaking him. 'Wake up.'

He groaned.

'I don't wanna,' He mumbled.

'Pretty please? I'll make whatever you want.'

'No'

'Pretty pretty, please?' You said before whispering something in his ear.

He shot up at that.

'Marriage right. I'll call the place and get everything arranged.' He said.

You smiled your tongue, peeking out a tiny bit. You both got off the bed getting dressed.

---

'Are you sure you guys wanna get married today? No witness? No big wedding? No cake?' The judge asked. 'You're a big star. I can only imagine how they would react. Believe me, you won the lottery with her but your members? Fans?'

Aether shrugged.

'I'll just drop a teyvat announcement,' He said. 'I'd rather private than people crashing the big day.'

'OK let's get started' the judge smiled.

---

'OK, you two are officially married. For honeymoon, I'd suggest....they left.'

You two were gone.

'Come on. I know the first thing we should do as a married couple!' Aether said.

'Tell me!' You said giggling.

'Its a surprise' He said.

'Awww' you whined.

'It'll be worth it, I promise.' He smiled before pulling you in close.

'Ok' you smiled as he kissed your nose.

---

Aether pulled up to the hotel. Earlier, while you were in the front desk asking a couple of useless questions, he managed to arrange a huge array of valentine balloons and flowers. He had to do it discreetly, so he had to beg you to go ask a bunch of questions at the front desk.

'Close your eyes.' He said. 'I'll guide you. Trust me'

You nodded, closing your eyes. He guided you to the room. Unlocking the door, he led you.

'OK, keep them close.' He said 'I'm gonna let you go. I need to grab something.'

You nodded.

He went and grabbed the necklace. Walking back over to you he put the necklace on you.

'Open.' He muttered in your ear.

You did and gasped.

The room was filled with red balloons. Red and white roses with the occasional gold one in the mix.

'Oh wow! You did all of this for me?' You asked him.

'Yes. You deserve it all. You have dealt with my butt since we were fifteen years old.' He smiled, guiding you to the bed. 'Today it about you'

'But I don't have a gift for you'

'Yes, you do.' He held out the marriage certificate. 'This is a gift you gave me.'

He put the certificate next to a banquet of gold roses.

'What do you say we watch TV and drink champagne?' He asked.

You nodded telling him to loose the shirt. Something he gladly did.

The world went nuts when he announced his marriage to you. His profile picture was a picture of you in your wedding gown.

Kazuha

Valentines Day was close. You hated the holiday. Hated it. Kazuha couldn't convince you.

'Hey dear' kazuha said.

You had fallen asleep in the tub. You were so exhausted that you fell asleep in your tub.

'Hey, wake up, little dove.' He shook your shoulder gently. You groaned.

He smiled, kissing your head. Turning the shower head off, he grabbed the towel. Gently wrapping it around you, he picked you up, gently heading to the bedroom. Placing you on the bed, he pulled the towel off you. Covering you with a blanket, he sat down stroking your hair.

'You need to rest. I know you want to contribute to the wedding but you need sleep.' He crawled over your body. Laying behind you, he wrapped his arms around you.

----

He dreamed.

You both met when they were looking for a dancer for him. The other guys had someone but not him. So the team set to look on dance tik tok. After scrolling for days, they stumbled across you.

You were dancing to an old song. That didn't matter. What did matter was the fact that you could move.

Sadly, that was the only video you did. Regardless, they got in contact with you.

After some discussion you agreed.

---

'Kazuha?' You shook him awake. 'Did we do something?'

He woke up and sat up.

'I wish but no. You fell asleep in the shower. I grabbed you and put you in the bed.'

'Sorry' you said.

'Don't be. You've been doing full-time at the hospital.'

You got fired being kazuha dancer. You gained a little weight, something kazuha was totally ok with. But the management wasn't ok with it. So they fired you.

Not before kazuha had asked you out. They tried to get him to break up with you. But he set his foot down and told them no. He didn't care about you being chubby. He loved every part of you.

'Hey, would it be possible for you to get a week off?' He asked, watching as you got dressed.

'I wish but half the staff are interested in vacation for valentines Day. Besides, with exams coming up, I can't.' You said. 'I have to go. I love you, kazu'

He smiled, saying it back. After you left, he frowned. He missed you. He missed the cuddle times and midnight snack sessions. He missed all of it.

---

You didn't last long on your shift. Your breaking point was when a patient threw the tray of metal tools at you. After ordering restraints, you stormed out of the place and went to your car. You cried.

Your wedding was two months away. You hadn't even asked anyone to be your maid of honor. You were so behind, no dress, no plans for anything. You really wanted to contribute to the bills for the venue.

'Why did I have to get fat. Why couldn't I just stay skinny.' You sobbed.

Unbeknownst to you, you accidentally butt dialed kazuha. Your phone had connected to the Bluetooth speaker. Kazuha heard it all.

'I just want my old body back. I won't be able to find a dress that fits no maid of honor and no bridesmaids dresses made. '

'Hey dear?' He said.

You jumped and screamed. Scrambling to hang up, he told you to come home. You drove home. Arriving you, closing the garage door, you turned the car off and sat in the silence. Kazuha came in the garage. Tapping the window, you screamed. Your scream caused him to jump. He opened the door.

'Come on. Let's go get that cut on your forehead taken care of, then we can go and relax.' He said. 'I'll carry you.'

You nodded, stepping out of the car. Kazuha closed the door and then scooped you up. Enjoying his warmth, you ended up nodding off. Kazuha smiled.

---

You woke up late to work. You were panicking. Then kazuha came in and told you to park your butt.

'Your not going to work. Sit.'

'Wedd-'

'I'm aware. I'm setting my foot down. Besides, I called the hospital. I told them that we were going on a vacation.' He said. 'I know you want to contribute, but you've done enough. First things first'

You looked at him as he explained what you guys would be doing.

'And I have a surprised planned. One I know you'll love. Now here pack your suit case...oh and bring the lingere I got you for your birthday. The set you really wanted'

'Kazu...i love you, but if this trip is just a spicy week-' you started.

'I promise it won't be a spicy week. I have other plans. Besides, I like that set on you.' He smirked, walking over to you. Placing his arms on either side of you, he leaned in. 'Although-'

'Imma stop you right there, sir. You have the dirtiest mind I have ever seen.' You said.

'Aren't I the only person you've ever dated?' He asked, kissing your cheek. You nodded.

It was true he was the first person you've ever dated. He chuckled.

'Come on, we have a flight that leaves in three hours.'

You nodded getting up.

'OK, gather clothes and bathroom stuff.' You said. 'And pack the blanket'

He smiled as you went into packing mode.

---

First class felt nice. More relaxing. You ended up stroking kazuha arm while flirting back and forth with him. He smiled and flirted with you.

Kazuha always had a way with words. In any event, he was the one. Bedroom? Heaven. Social event? Life savior.

'Such a beauty.' He whispered, stroking your thigh. 'I dare say-'

You put a finger to his lips.

'Keep it clean' you started whispering.

He smiled.

'While I think about it. I need you to do something.' He nuzzled your cheek '. Please keep an open mind on valentines Day. I know you hate the holiday but I have a surprise for you. Can you do that?'

You nodded.

'Great. Now give me a kiss.' He said. You complied.

----

You looked around the suite. Spotting a stylist, you looked at kazuha.

'Hm..oh, I made an appointment for you.' He said. 'You said you couldn't find a dress, right? I asked for someone who works with dresses to help you.'

You looked at him.

'You didn't have to,' you said he cupped your cheek.

'I wanted to. They sent me the best of the best.' He kissed your cheek.

'Hiya miss! Come with me! I can help you find the wedding dress of your dreams! I can also arrange for bridesmaids dresses!' The stylist smiled, skipping towards the door.

Kazuha nudges you in her direction. Telling you to have fun you left.

---

You looked at the dress. Off the shoulder ballroom wedding dress. It looked nice.

'Just try it on you. I personally think you'll pull this off better than most. Add a small tiara, and you'd be knocking him out.'

You sighed and took the dress. Entering the dressing room you slipped in it.

Suddenly the world stopped. Looking in the mirror you stared.

The dress suited your figure very well. You spun around once.

'This feels nice.' You mumbled. 'It feels..' You started to cry.

---

You sat in the middle on the shower, washing off the stress and anxiety from the past few weeks. The dress shopping caused you to cry. Kazuha was setting up dinner.

He noted the time. Taking the food out of the oven and turning it off, he went toward the bathroom.

Entering the bathroom, he saw you just sitting in the shower.

You guys had the Valentine's suite. Spotting the bathroom was two pretty big tubs and a shower with eight shower heads.

You had all showerhead on. Kazuha smiled before deciding to join you.

'You ok?' He asked, sitting behind you.

'The dress shopping trip made me cry,' you said, setting the shampoo bottle down.

He pulled you close to him.

'Here let me,' He said, starting to massage your head. 'Why cry?'

'I found a dress that makes me feel like a queen. It just fit so well,' you said. 'I felt so nice in it.'

He hummed for you to continue lathering your hair. He felt you relax.

You rambled on quietly while kazuha listened. You finished your rant, opting to be quiet.

Soon, you two were out of the shower. Kazuha handed you a towel. Wrapping his arma around your waist, he studied you. Suddenly, he scooped you up.

'Dinner after desert come on' he said smirking.

You giggled as he ran out of the bathroom.

-----

He smiled as you pushed him onto the bed. You both finished cleaning the dishes. He grabbed you and pulled you down.

'Cuddles' He said.

You nodded as he wrapped his arms around you.

'It been a nice day. Desert before dinner.'He started before you shushed him, turning red. He smiled before continuing.

'Say, let's go to bed. Remember to keep an open mind for tomorrow. '

You nodded as he adjusted you. Grabbing the blanket from the suitcase, he pulled in over you both. Turning the TV on and lowering the volume, he kissed you before turning the light off. You closed your eyes.

----

Kazuha was thankful that you were a heavy sleeper. Heavens know this surprised would have been ruined. After managing to shove a huge array of balloons in the room, he got the banquet ready. More balloons arrived. He started to cover the room in balloons.

'Kazuha' He froze as you sat up. You had your eyes still closed.

'Hey dear. Waking up?' He asked. 'I have a great idea! Come on'

He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bathroom.

'Take a nice relaxing bubble bath for the next hour' He said setting it up.

'That sounds nice.' You said happy.

'Great.' He started helping you undress before guiding you in.

He left after hearing a content sigh fall from your lips. He went back to organizing the flowers.

After the hour was up he smiled before walking in the bathroom to collect you.

'Hey dove.' He said entering the bathroom.

You were sitting on the edge of the tub doing your makeup. You weren't much for the stuff, but on the occasions, you did want to look nice. Kazuha smiled before taking the makeup bag away from you.

'You look pretty. Come with me.' He grabbed your hands, pulling you out of the bathroom.

'Surprise! This is the first part,' He said, smiling.

You looked around in awe.

'This is to make up for all the valentine you missed out on as a kid. I have more to come.' He scooped you up. 'Remember the lingerie set I told you to pack?'

You nodded.

'Guess who found the matching nightgown and pj's set?' He said handing the items.

Your eyes lit up.

'How?!' You asked.

'I know how you've been wanting to have the matching nightgown. So I went online and found it.' He handed it to you.

'Thank you!' You smiled.

'Anything for my sweet dove' He smiled back.

'Hey kazuha?'

'Yes dove?' He looked at you.

'Can we get married?' You looked back eyes sparkling.

Kazuha said nothing instead he pulled you into his arms kissing your temple.

----

'OK. You two are married. Might I suggest a honeymoon here? Best beach, beautiful wedding photos, and might i add the best sunset veiw' the judge looked at you.

You nodded as kazuha slipped the wedding ring on your finger.

'Hey, dove, let's go.' He laced his fingers with yours, pulling you with him. You followed.

'Where are we going?'you asked.

'They said beach was the best for wedding photo, right?' He looked at you. 'So we're going to get wedding photos.'

----

His announcement about married life came in the form of his profile and background picture. Profile showed your hands with the wedding rings. The background showed you and him in your wedding attire sunsetting behind you.

When you returned to work, your fellow coworkers had some words with you.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Material Girl

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Warnings: yandere, violence, home invasion, allusion to dubcon.

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Looking around, Dabi smirked at the sight of a pretty princess sofa, pink pillows, toys, a lovely dressing table with shiny little bottles and cosmetic jars on it, and a huge white wooden wardrobe that was full of dresses, he was sure of it. Huh, so you were daddy's princess, a spoiled little girl who was always getting whatever she wanted.

P.S. All characters are adults.

___________

When he's landing on a windowsill of someone's house, it's late night, and the deep wound on the right side of his torso hurt so much Dabi wanted to howl like an animal. The blood loss made everything blurry, forcing him to grab the window frame not to fall down.

Dabi had no idea where he was, but heroes had finally lost him, and it's the only thing that mattered. Now he needed to patch himself up and return to the League before he would faint from pain.

Of course, he had no time for looking at his surroundings, but he's forced to when he felt a movement somewhere in front of him, on a large bed covered by a pink blanket - Dabi watched as you lifted your pretty head from the fluffy pillows, blinking and trying to understand what awoke you in the middle of the night. Shame, he thought when he looked at your cute face, wondering if he had to burn you right here right now if you decided to scream, waking up the whole house and giving heroes a chance to trace him again. You, however, stayed silent even when you saw a wounded villain sitting on your windowsill.

Yawning, you slowly got out of bed, and now Dabi could fully appreciate the sight of your alluring body covered only by a see-through nightgown as he stared at your every curve. In any other time he'd definitely comment on the beautiful bends of your body and your bare legs, but his bleading wound was ruining all the mood.

"Aren't you the one from that League of Villains?" You asked him suddenly with curiosity of a kid seeing their favourite hero on TV, showing no fear when you came closer and then stopping right away when you saw the red stains on his coat, his arm pressed tightly to the wound to stop the blood loss. "Oh. You're hurt."

"Thanks for noticing," he said between gritted teeth, thinking if you asked one more stupid question he would definitely burn your house to the ground.

You blinked a couple of times, staring at his blooded arm, then rubbed your eyes, smacked your pouty lips like a child, and slowly moved back to your bed, getting on all fours to grab something from beneath it.

A gun? No, you looked far too calm for someone who was going to defend herself against a villain like him. It was something else, and the curiosity took over his anger when he watched you pulling out a little metal case. What the hell was that and why you weren't scared of him the slightest bit? You certainly knew who he was. Were you so dumb you didn't understand he could kill you because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time?

"What the fuck are you doing?" He finally asked when you turned to him with a case in your hands.

"I'll patch you up," you yawned again as you stepped closer to him, opening the case to demonstrate it was a first-aid kit with bottles of antiseptic, bandages, pills, and all other stuff, "or you're gonna bleed all over the carpet, and daddy will get mad at me."

For the first time, Dabi thought he was in a strange fucking house with a strange fucking family living in it. What the hell did you mean by that? Who was your daddy if seeing blood on the carpet in his daugther's room would make him angry and not scared? Some kind of villain or something?

Looking around, Dabi smirked at the sight of a pretty princess sofa, pink pillows, toys, a lovely dressing table with shiny little bottles and cosmetic jars on it, and a huge white wooden wardrobe that was full of dresses, he was sure of it. Huh, so you were daddy's princess, a spoiled little girl who was always getting whatever she wanted. Dabi finally realized everything here, including even that subtle scent of perfume coming from your hair, was crazy expensive.

Ah, so you were mob's lovely daugther. Now he could understand why the sight of blood didn't scare you.

"Are you used to patching up your daddy?" He grunted when you forced him to take his hand away from the wound, assessing how severe it was.

"I've been doing it all the time when I was younger", you muttered under your breath, seeing how bad the blood loss was and sighing. "I don't have anything to numb the pain, so you'll have to endure it. Just a second."

Then you brought him an opened bottle of martini, and Dabi let out a husky laugh, the pain becoming so unbearable he barely made a sip - and then emptied the fancy bottle with a one long gulp. Taking something hard you gave him to hold in between his teeth, he squeezed his eyes shut.

He didn't remember what happened afterwards when you cleaned his wound and stitched it. He didn't even remember the feeling of your soft sheets and blanket on his skin when you put him on your bed, although he heard you saying something he needed to leave before 7 am next morning because that's when your daddy was going to come up to your room. What he remembered vividly was a dream he saw where he was laying on a meadow with wild flowers blooming in between his burnt fingers.

By the time you woke up just before 7 in the morning, the stranger you were patching up half of the night was long gone, and the window was sealed shut.

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When Dabi looked at a shiny diamond necklace he stole earlier, Toga whistled behind his back, staring at it with wide eyes.

"Woah, where did you get this?" She asked, jumping in front of him and poking the necklace with her tiny finger. "And for whom is it? Is it for some girl?"

Dabi winced, hiding the necklace carelessly in the pocket of his pants as if it didn't cost more than anything he ever held in his hands. He cared little for luxury and these expensive trinkets, but you, certainly a high-maintenance girl, would appreciate something like this, he's sure. He planned to visit you again after his wound healed - not so much to say thank you, but because he liked you, daddy's dumb little girl who wasn't scared of all the burns and wounds on his body. In truth, Dabi was fucking dreaming to lift your pink nightgown and get in between those beautiful thighs of yours.

Funny enough, you didn't look even the least bit surprised to see him on your windowsill again as you drank tea from a fine china cup, half-lying down on your fancy Italian sofa. Seeing him smirking at you as you wore a pink dressing gown that was slightly see-through too, you sent him a flirty stare.

"Hello, Mr. Villain," you smiled, putting your cup on a coffee table but not changing your position, obviously to attract his attention.

Little slut, he thought as he stepped down the fluffy carpet in his combat boots. You were tempting him despite knowing who he was, not showing any signs of being repulsed with his clearly intimidating appearance. Well, you did patch him rather nice, considering the conditions.

"Did I leave any bloodstains the last time?" He asked you, smug.

"A little."

You gestured him to sit on your lavish bed - it was so huge it could probably fit him, Spinner, Shigaraki, and one Nomu altogether, and some space would still be unoccupied.

Snickering, he landed on your pink blanket with casualty as if pretty girls were constantly trying to get him into their beds. You were either incredibly brave or very stupid, he didn't decide it yet.

"Oh, is it for me?" you perked up as you saw something shiny slipping out of Dabi's pocket onto your bed, and he threw the necklace to you like some trinket as if he could get something like that every day with ease.

You proved to be agile when you caught the necklace without leaving the sofa, looking at it with pure admiration in your eyes: you had a good idea how much these diamonds cost, and you immediately put the necklace around your neck, standing up and rushing to your dresser. Judging by the expression of sheer happiness on your face, Dabi chose a right gift for you.

"It's so pretty!" you clasped your hands together, laughing. "Thank you! Oh dear, I certainly have to put a price on my medical services..."

"It's not my payment for that night," he cut you off, standing up and walking over to you until he put his hands on your shoulders, enjoying the heavenly feeling of a fabric of your dressing gown against his skin.

You raised your head, blinking in surprise, "It's not?"

"No. It's your present for today, babygirl," he whispered into your ear, his hand taking the dressing gown off your shoulder.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Wendy!! i was angst-inspired and wanted to share - Shinichiro finally having his feelings reciprocated by one of the people he confesses to, and the other Black Dragons are happy for him, until Akashi realizes he's also having feelings for this person. Of course he respects Shin enough to not get between them, but... it's fine if they get some time on the side, right...?? y/n's got two hands, what he don't know won't hurt him, etc etc. eventually it gets to the point where they feel like things can't continue the way that they have without someone feeling betrayed. so they're preparing to tell Shinichiro but they don't get to before uhhhhhh His Naptime💀 and they both have to live with that guilt and decide how they're gonna move forward, like do they get together?? do they back off of each other?? does it even feel the same if they're not sneaking around? does it make each of them think too much of Shin whenever they see each other??? it just hurts, it hurts my heart because emotions and hurts my brain because i could not write this if i tried lmao

I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO BED UNTIL I SAW THIS AND YOU GAVE ME

H E A R T B U R N

This prompt is ABSOLUTELY INSANE.

And I love it, I'm writing it. Y'all better strap the fuck in, BECAUSE MR. TAKEOMI IS MY ANGST KING. FREAKING GENIUS MASTERMIND, YOU ARE.

Rain Bringer: Shinichiro Sano & Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.4k

tw: NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation (I have been saving this song for a good one. I think this is it):

"We should stop this..."

Takeomi's lips slide up the side of your neck and back down, ignoring your statement in the dim light of the room. The lamp in the corner is red, your signal to Takeomi that you're free for him to come over, which happened every so often after Shinichiro left your apartment for the evening.

"You don't mean that," he replies finally, and you huff, feeling his hands course up to your waist.

No, you don't mean it.

Yeah, you like Shinichiro, but Takeomi makes you feel things no man has ever made you feel. Ever.

It's as if Takeomi took your essence and wrapped it around his wrist, chaining him to you forever. Shinichiro was a safe bet. Takeomi was what your entire body lusted for and desired in the middle of the night when your bed wasn't warm.

"Kiss me," Takeomi whispers and you obey, leaning back to catch his mouth as he leans over your shoulder. "Everything's fine." You kiss each other until the result is the both of you laying in bed, bodies tangled around each other as he pumps into you with sinful and terrifying lust. "God, you're so damn perfect," he breathes, holding your wrists above your head and nudging your nipple with his tongue. "Wish I could have you like this every night."

And you do, too. Sort of.

Out of all of the Black Dragons, why did you have to fall for both Shinichiro and Takeomi? If it wasn't for that night when he walked into Shinichiro's shop and gave you that look... fuck, that heat-filled and desire bringing look!

You'd gone weak-kneed and landed right on them in front of Takeomi, taking him in the backroom like a devious and scheming whore. It wasn't okay. If Shinichiro found out... you'd both be dead. You'd gotten lucky multiple times with Takeomi's dalliances, from almost getting caught in the shop to the warehouse to the fucking bathroom at the club...

You liked Shinichiro. You did.

But Takeomi was just... something else.

After his single orgasm and your fifth one, your head rests against his chest and you hear his heart beating slowly beneath his rib cage.

"We need to tell Shinichiro," you exhale. Takeomi goes stiff, but the thought had crossed his mind before. He thought about pulling Shin aside and trying to tell him in the nicest way that he was fucking his girlfriend. But... to his shame, he never got the courage. But now that you're bringing it up, he feels some sense of 'morality' or whatever it was.

"We'll tell him tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah," you reply, falling asleep on the man's chest after a few moments of silence. Takeomi wished he had his cigarettes so he could smoke to ease his mind, but not wanting to wake you, and not wanting to move - he forgoes them, instead letting his mind roam while you rest.

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The news comes that morning.

Both of you had multiple missed calls and a tear-filled Mikey and Emma trying to get a hold of you, get a hold of someone.

But you both had been deep in the throes of sleep, nestled in with each other as the sun rose on the bleak-ass day. You part without words, Takeomi pressing a kiss against your forehead as he leaves out the door, forgetting the breakfast you tried to make and the coffee that had gone cold in your silence of getting ready for the day. How could you face the younger Sano children like this?

You were sure that Takeomi's cum was still nestled between your thighs like the stain of your sin, visible for every single person to see as you walked down the street to the Sano home. You're shaking as you walk through the door, shivering even though it's not cold and your body curling in on itself, even though you haven't been hurt.

Takeomi is sitting at the table, facing away from you, but you can't find the strength to call out to him. Instead, you feel like a fraud as you cry in Keizo's arms, trying to find something that feels authentic to you deep in your heart. You had feelings for Shinichiro. But you cry more out of guilt than your pain, trying to make sense of your own actions.

At the funeral, you wonder if you had just asked Shinichiro to stay the night - instead of being so eager to push him out - if he would have survived. And again, Takeomi doesn't speak to you, and you don't try to speak to him.

Neither of you can face what you've done.

Especially not with each other.

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A week passes.

Two.

Three.

And you find yourself in your apartment, staring at the things he left you with a sense of dread. The chain, the shirts, the bracelet he stowed away for your birthday...

You swipe the things off the dresser top, enraged at yourself for being such a horrible person. You can't face yourself - all of the mirrors have been turned around. All of his clothes were still in your closet because you knew if you touched them, you'd be forced to face what you've done.

But anger drives you forward, pulling at the items and yanking them off their hangers, each shirt, each pair of pants, each hat falling to the ground in a heap of laundry that you can't find the heart to dispose of.

You could find the heart to fuck his best friend, though.

The swarm of accusatory thoughts begins to plague your mind, and you sit on the floor, tears falling from your eyes as you try to knock them loose or free them so they can't hurt you anymore.

Your thoughts are so loud that you almost don't hear the sound of someone knocking on your door.

You swallow your tears, wipe your face, and trudge to the fixture before opening it without checking to see who it is.

Your mouth dries up when you see Takeomi, his eyes full of sorrow.

"Takeomi," you breathe, but he pushes past you, ignoring the sound you make when he grips your wrist and drags you to your room. when he sees all of the clothing scattered across the floor, something in him recognizes your dilemma, but he doesn't say a word. Instead, he turns around and kisses you roughly, pushing you against the door and swiping his tongue across your bottom lip.

It's not wrong if Shinichiro's dead, you chant to yourself, trying to make sense of the feeling in your body as Takeomi takes you and claims you as his over and over again in the bed you once shared with a dead man. And you can't help it, you rationalize.

Takeomi's the only one who understands your pain, your suffering. It's unique to both of you and drives you back together, even though his death drove you two apart.

"I don't regret what we did," Takeomi pants, moving you up and down in his lap while you face him. "I don't regret a single moment of it."

And deep down, you don't either.

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But sadly, those feelings of lust and desire peter out with time.

You realize that the relationship between you and Takeomi was built solely on the fact that you were sneaking around, that you were being little shitty kids and playing a game that didn't make sense anymore. It's like playing hide-and-seek with a ghost, but that ghost is how you felt about Takeomi before, and how you feel about him now is staring you right in the face.

The face before you is Shinichiro's, and you stare into his dark eyes and see the betrayal lurking there in your dreams, in your nightmares, in your thoughts when you pass by the former S.S. Motors.

"We should stop this."

This time, Takeomi looks up at you and into your reflection in the mirror. His eyes seem to betray how he truly feels, which is nothing short of empty.

"Yeah."

You get dressed in silence again, just like the time when you found out Shinichiro died, and he leaves without saying and word and without a kiss. You watch him walk away into the rainy night, hands in his pockets, and wonder if Shinichiro hadn't died... would you two still be doing what you did before? Would you sneak around with him and play the gamble of getting caught? Or would you settle for a man who made you feel safe?

Maybe you'd dump him for Takeomi.

You don't know.

But all you know is that every single time you remembered Takeomi Akashi, you'd have the painful memory of betraying someone you cared about... twice.

[ohtobealady]

Chapter 14!

Well gang. I don't often get upset by my own writing, but I done did it this time. (for those who have a family member who has suffered from dementia, I issue a small trigger warning.) This has taken such a turn, but honestly, I'm just in it to a) please myself and b) finish the damn thing! I do still hope you'll read it and enjoy it. I know parts are sad, but parts of life are sad. That's what makes the happy parts happier! xoxo

Excerpt:

Sybbie furrowed her brows, not remembering this story. She noticed Coco now rested on her heels.

“But I thought you met at a ball!” Edith shook her head. “Lord and Lady Whittens?”

Donk sniffed once. “Whitmere. And yes, but not properly.”   

Aunt Edith walked around to see him better. “Not properly?”  Sybbie watched as she found the chair beside Granny’s dressing table. “That sounds rather exciting. And certainly a different story than Mama’s.”

Donk chuckled at that, “Your mama and I sometimes lived different versions of the same events.”

“That may be so, but I’m not sure there can be a different version of how you met her.” Edith’s voice was flat, but when Sybbie looked at her aunt, she could see the gentle way she peered at Donk. “And Mama was always quite proud of her story, as if it were a fairytale. I feel more inclined to believe her version.”

“Ah, but you would take your mama’s side.”

“Not always!” Aunt Edith leaned back, smiling, and went on, “But I have quite fond memories of when she’d tell us her stories when we were girls. They were always so lovely —“

“—especially in her American accent,” Donk added off-handedly as he peered into for his teacup.

Edith ignored that. “Her story was that you met, and spoke and laughed, as if you were the only two people in the room. And from that night on she looked for you at every ball, until at last, it was you who searched for her.”

“Well, she was right about that. We had been the only two people in the room; that’s no metaphor.” Donk was quieter and he slowly took a sip of his tea. Coco, Sybbie, and Aunt Edith watched as Robert lowered his cup but looked into some distant memory that no one else saw. And while it may have hurt Sybbie days ago to see him like this, alone in his thoughts, the people from his past only now existing there in his mind’s eye, tonight it felt smoother, as if it had been a rough gem that had been tumbled around. Still hard, some places of it ugly and perhaps sharp, but precious. “We met briefly, only for a moment, in an open sitting room. There was hardly any conversation: I mentioned something about America; she teased me for it. And then we both stood at the door, pointed out our mothers to one another. And that was it.”

Sybbie felt her smile deepen, and she looked back down at the book she held, letting Donk sit in his quiet memory for a moment more before she swallowed and whispered to the room, “That’s very sweet, Donk.”

“Oh, no. It wasn’t sweet, both of us hiding in the dark,” he leaned and managed to replace his teacup on the little table.

Edith, Coco and Sybbie all sat straighter. 

“Oh, I think so!” Coco was protesting from the floor.

“No. It was shameful. I was more concerned with the size of her necklace that night.” Donk took a deep breath and looked at his great-granddaughter. He lifted the photo that he’d let rest in his lap. “It was at Lord and Lady Falton’s where I learned her name, when I sat beside her at dinner. I always felt I met her then.” He smiled. “And that was sweet.”

Coco knelt on her knees beside him and touched his arm, gently. “I think both nights sound sweet. And romantic … alone together in the dark … Granny Cora teasing you.”

He nodded at her, handing her the picture. “You would say that, being sixteen, but our being alone too often led to a bit of trouble.”

“Oh, Papa. No confessions, please. I’m not sure we need to hear about any of your young and infatuated escapades.” Aunt Edith stood to walk back over to the dresser with a smile, but Donk was not really smiling. 

[lick-me-lennon22]

Trans Man!Reader X Beatles headcanons/How they'd support a trans (FTM) partner + help them through dysphoria 💙💙💙

(lengthy title, I know ^^' this amazing request is from @anonymous-blanket ! they originally asked for how the Beatles would help a trans [FTM] reader through dysphoria, but I sort of expanded it to add general headcanons- I hope you don't mind :) 💞)

⚠️⚠️⚠️DISCLAIMERS:⚠️⚠️⚠️

- I myself am a cis woman and this is solely based on the experiences my trans guy friends have been so kind as to share with me, as well as some of my own research on gender dysphoria and grounding techniques

- this is NOT entirely accurate to the 60s or 70s

- I have written these with the assumption that the reader has already come out and has transitioned or is currently transitioning; with that being said, none of the lads would ever out you or disclose your identity before you are ready to do so yourself/without your permission!

- all of the boys would respect your identity and address you by your name and preferred pronouns !!!

- please feel free to (kindly) correct me if any of this post is offensive or incorrect! I have written these headcanons with nothing but love and respect for the trans community ♡

Paul:

when you come out to Paul (if you were together before you began your transition), he's so proud of you for being your authentic self and so glad you're willing to share something like that with him

he immediately offers to take you out shopping and buy you a more masculine/comfortable wardrobe, as well as items such as boxers and binders if you want them

whenever you're up for it, Paul does your eyebrows and some masc contouring (if you ever want him to)- he's quite good with makeup, as he often does his own!

along with (of course) using your correct name and preferred pronouns, he showers you with gender-affirming nicknames and compliments ("my handsome man," "my prince," "dashing," "Adonis," etc.)

if you ever feel dysphoric about sitting down to pee, Paul reminds you that he also pees sitting down (hc)- "It's just more comfortable that way, no shame in it," he shrugs

he makes it a point to remind you how strong and handsome you are often

if you're having a particularly bad day and your dysphoria feels suffocating:

Paul respects your boundaries if you want to be left alone or don't want to be touched

he stays close to you and holds your hand if/as soon as you're okay with it

he tries to take your mind off of your discomfort and ground you by serenading you with your favorite songs

he listens attentively if you just want to vent, and gives you plenty of reassurance and words of comfort/validation if you need them

Paul reminds you that however you want to present is valid and that you are still, of course, a man- regardless of idiots who may tell you otherwise

"How can you not look like a man...? You are a man, love" ♡

John:

when you come out to John (if you were together before you began your transition), he talks you through everything you're feeling and listens intently when you share your experience with him

he suggests going to therapy if you feel like it'd be beneficial (he attends therapy sessions as well- hc)

he immediately assures you that he'll beat the living daylights out of anyone who dares to deadname or misgender you

John (without an ounce of subtlety) corrects anybody who uses the wrong pronouns to refer to you

he makes sure you know and always remember that your identity is valid

if you're comfortable with it, John places pride pins on his leather and denim jackets- regardless of the comments people make

he will absolutely go off on bigoted and closed-minded interviewers/reporters who question your identity or your relationship

John accompanies you into the men's restroom if you're nervous (and if you want him to) and will tell off/uppercut anyone who even looks at you the wrong way

if you're having a particularly bad day and your dysphoria feels suffocating:

John reminds you that your body doesn't dictate your gender and that your identity is 100% valid

he offers his clothes for you to wear if that would make you more comfortable

he helps ground you and distract you from your discomfort by putting on a silly movie for you to watch (together, if you'd like)

John carries his/your cat into your bedroom and places them in your lap for cuddles and purrs

he reminds you of what a hot, sexy stud you are ;)

"A... woman?? That's the dumbest thing I've ever 'eard. You can't 'look like a woman,' you ain't one- you're a man, love"

John tells you he can't wait until the day you become his husband ♡

George:

when you come out to George (if you were in a relationship before you began your transition), he sits patiently and listens as you share your feelings and experience with him

on his next trip out to the store, he buys doubles of all the masculine-scented hygiene products he usually purchases (body wash, deodorant, shampoo, etc.), as well as some extra boxers in your size in case you'd want them

when he arrives back home, he wordlessly places the items in your shared bathroom/dresser so you have access to all of them, but won't have to ask if you aren't comfortable enough to yet

he's very mindful about using your correct name and pronouns from the moment you come out to him

George supports you if you're on T and gives you daily reminders, or advocates for you if you aren't and want to be

he supports you equally if you don't want to start T at all!

he reminds you that your presentation doesn't invalidate your identity

he refers to you as "my boyfriend" or "my man," and tells you that you look sexy, dashing, and handsome ;)

if you're having a particularly bad day and your dysphoria feels suffocating:

George respects whatever you want to do and makes sure you're as comfy as possible if you just want to stay holed up in your bedroom for a while

he fetches you some comfy, baggy clothes in case you feel like disappearing into them for a bit, and offers you some of his clothes if you'd prefer them

he'll bring your pet into your room for some extra love and cuddle time

George will be considerate of your boundaries if you don't want to be touched, but stay by your side if you'll allow him

he's taught you how to meditate and will practice meditation with you as a grounding/relaxation strategy

"Remember, darling- your body doesn't dictate your gender. You are a man no matter what" ♡

Ringo:

when you come out to Ringo (if you were in a relationship before you began your transition), he is elated and relieved that you feel comfortable enough to share something like that with him

the next time you leave the house without Ringo, by the time you've arrived back home, he's set your entire dining room up like a gender reveal party: complete with an It's a Boy! banner and everything blue he could find (it's overkill, but he means well)

on the table is a care package he's bought and assembled for you

in it, he's included plenty of masc-scented soap/deoderant/shampoo, boxers, a pricey and great-quality binder (if you've expressed that you want to bind), and a very thoughtful handwritten and decorated card

from then on and if/when you're ready, Ringo makes a point of (re)introducing you to everyone (and I mean everyone) as his boyfriend- you both love the sound of it!

he'll give you the most genuine, validating compliments out of nowhere

for example: the first time you watch your favorite show together after you've come out to him, Ringo admits that he's always thought you looked/sounded a lot like one of the main characters (who happens to be male)

if you're having a particularly bad day and your dysphoria feels suffocating:

if you're still alright with being touched, Ringo smothers you in one of his famous bear hugs and tells you that everything is okay and you're no less valid for feeling this way about your body

he brings your favorite snack/treat into your room for you to eat and enjoy

he'll sit on the bed and engage in honest conversation with you if you feel like venting; if not he brings you all of the pillows, blankets, and/or stuffed animals in the house- as well as any clothes you'd like to change into

he showers you with gender-affirming nicknames and compliments: "my handsome man," "my prince/king," "heartthrob," "hunk," "stud"... some of them silly, but all of them sincere

Ringo is sure to remind you that no matter what your body looks like or how you're feeling about it in this moment (and no matter what bigoted asswipes may say to either of you), you are just as valid and masculine as any other man:

"Because that's what you are, my love- a man!" ♡

[donutloverxo]

Hold onto me

Note - This was a request by a lovely nonnie. And my first entry to august challenge hosted by two lovely friends @navybrat81 and @stargazingfangirl18.I choose the prompt 'I don't deserve you' and 'let me love you, you sad smoll bean'. Cause that's how I feel about Steeb🥺.

Summary - You just want to take care of your sad and overworked soldier.

Warnings - light smut, angst, sad steeb.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2.3k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

Steve remembers dragging you to watch the live action remake of Cinderella as soon as it hit the theatres. And how you sweetly giggled at his giddiness calling him 'adorkable'.

Normally he would be annoyed at someone laughing at his expense, as it reminded him of himself before the serum, but not with you.

He couldn’t help but be a ‘fanboy’, another modern slang you taught him, he grew up with those movies, they were reminded him of a simpler time. The remakes weren’t nearly as good but he loved sharing the experience with you.

He was in awe of just how beautiful Cinderella’s dress was. How they took some elements from the animated movie and made them better. He cried when Cinderella’s mother said the words ‘Always be kind and have courage'. It was exactly what his Ma taught him.

Those were the principals he lived by everyday. Being kind to others and never running in the face of adversity.

But he froze when the world was crashing around him. Being attacked from all sides, so much murder, such mayhem. So many lives lost, and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why. What was the purpose of all this destruction.

He tried his best. To save as many as he could. To be the captain. Make the hard choices. People expected him to be brave. To be heartless and objective. To not let the missions and the lives lost affect him.

It was tiring to pretend. To put the mask on, not just his patriotic blue cowl, but the one he wore to work everyday. Being stern and grave. Yeah he was big and intimidating but underneath it all he’ll always just be the little guy.

He groaned, the steps creaking under the weight of his foot, exhausted from his long day of fighting the enemies on the battlefield, then Ross and then pushing paperwork. He hasn’t slept in three days.

But right now sleep or his rumbling stomach wasn’t his priority. All he could think about was you. How he hasn’t seen you in so long. Yeah maybe three days isn’t that long but it felt akin to an eternity to him.

Just two more floors. Somehow the creaking kept getting louder. When he moved in with you, in an apartment in the heart of Brooklyn, he felt it was old but had character. Now looking at the state of it and your neighbors, he’s having second thoughts. He can’t leave you for days or even weeks at a time in this place. There’s no way it could be safe.

He knocked on the door, his enhanced hearing picked up that you were in the shower. So he twisted the doorknob. Only to find you had left it unlocked. Again.

He sighed chugging his shoes and jacket off and crashing on the bed. A hand under his head, he stared at the little stickers of stars and planets you stuck on it, glowing a faint neon green in the dark. He patiently waited for you. Feeling better as he was surrounded by your smell. He was home.

“Oh Stevie!” You exclaimed when you saw him lying on the bed. Rushing over to him you sat next to him, kissing his forehead, cheeks, nose and then his lips. Lingering there for a minute you pulled away to see his warm smile.

“Hey doll.” He greeted caressing your cheek. You leaned into his touch, craving the warmth and the comfort it provided. “You left the door unlocked.” He said trying his best to keep his annoyance at bay.

“Oh yeah I must’ve forgot.” You shrugged.

“You can’t forget” He groaned and sternly called out your name. It was rare of him to use your name. Always opting instead to use sweet nicknames like doll or sugar. “We need to move to an apartment with better security.” He shook his head feeling his whole body ache and his muscles completely sore.

“Fine. We can discuss it I guess.” You mumbled not exactly thrilled to have him school you as soon as he got back.

“In the meantime I need you to promise me you’ll always lock the door.” He said looking at you intently.

“Yeah fine I promise.” You huffed and blew a small raspberry at him to which he frowned. “I doubt a locked door is stopping hydra though.” You quipped.

And he had to rub his temples to sooth the headache you were giving him.

His other hand was still on your face. Because yeah you were being difficult but he needed to touch you. To know that you’re tangible and really there with him.

His touch felt more calloused and harsh than it usually does. You looked at his hand to see his skin was red, some of it peeled off. It looked like it was healing. You couldn’t even imagine how bad it must’ve been just a few hours ago. “What happened here?” You cooed touching his face only to hear him hiss. You quickly shifted to turn on the bedside lamp but his hand stopped you, circling around your wrist.

“Doll don’t.” He said trying to keep the gruffness from his voice but it slipped out. There was no lying to you. You knew him in and out. “Just come here.” He requested opening his arms, hoping you’d lay your head on his chest so he could smell your hair, maybe run his hands through it. The silky texture of it always soothed him the best.

You only huffed folding your hands. “No I’ll hurt you.” You never believed the day would come that you turned down cuddling with the giant you had for a boyfriend. Who gives off heat as if he’s a furnace.

The room was dim, with the only light coming from your windows, but you could tell that he was probably pouting. Who knew captain America could be so needy? Not that you’d ever mind.

You shifted a bit towards the headboard and gently laid his head from the pillow to your lap. “You know I should be the one taking care of you right now.” You lightly scratching his scalp with your nails and playing with the short strands of his golden hair. Which somehow still seemed to shine.

“I don’t know about that. I think the man should always be taking care of his girl.” He hummed feeling dizzy and relaxed under your touch.

You scoffed “Who told you that? This isn’t a one sided relationship. As much as I like being dotted on, you deserve the world too babe.” You ranted petting his forehead “I wish you could see that.” You sighed “You don’t always have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders you know?”

He hummed again. “Well I’m not gonna burden you with it.”

And you wanted to argue. You really did. But it wasn’t the right time. You made a mental note of giving him hell for it when he seems even slightly better. To threaten to withhold your sweet kisses he loved so much if he doesn’t open up. If it comes to that.

He groaned shifting on his back and crackling his neck. You put his head back on the pillow and stood up to work on unzipping his jeans. “Hey hey buy a fella dinner first would you?” You grinned as he teased.

He lifted his hips to help you out and you put the jeans on your dresser, digging for your eucalyptus oil in it. “Aha!” You gushed to yourself when you found it and skipped over to his side instantly. You pulled up the helm of black Henley “Off with this..” You said asking for some assistance from him.

He sat up and suppressed a groan as his back muscles strained at the sudden movement. He searched for your face “You know I love you and uh... making love to you.” He muttered under his breath and was glad to you couldn’t see his flushed face. How he had no shame doing such dirty things to you but couldn’t for the life of him talk about them, he had no idea.

“But I’m just so tired. I’m sorry doll.” He said tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He had never turned you down before, he was nervous that he had let you down. He’d been letting a lot of people down lately. Even if he had the best intentions.

“No silly...” you shook your head “Just take it off” You pulled the thing and he held his arms up to pull it off. “I promise I won’t take advantage of you.” You pressed a kiss over his heart and laughed at your own incredulous statement.

He let out a chuckle too and pressed his lips to the top of your head. Finally getting to smell your beautiful scent and your coconut shampoo he loved so much.

“Will you lay on your stomach for me please?” You asked fluttering your lashes at him.

And he could only smile. You didn’t have to butter him up, he’d really do whatever you asked him to.

He laid on his taut stomach, propping his head up by putting both his hands under it. He looked at you move over his shoulder.

You poured some oil in your palms and rubbed them together to warm them up. “Um is it okay if I sit on your back?” you asked pressing your palms on his lower back.

“Have at it.” He replied.

You straddled his lower back, careful to not put too much pressure and putting your weight on your calves. “Loosen up a bit Stevie.” You purred.

You felt the knots in his back loosening up when you applied just the right amount of pressure below his neck with your thumbs. He was moaning and purring, making all sorts of sinful noises as you worked on his back.

You wondered if it’s because of the serum. You weren’t that great at it, you knew that. But all of Steve’s sense were hypersensitive. Maybe he felt your massage better because of that. It was an interesting idea.

“Do your hands hurt baby?” He drawled. You were happy to know that you were doing something right if he relaxed like that.

“Uh...” They were starting to hurt. But you needed to tend to Steve. Your hurt was nothing compared to hiss. He was out there saving the whole world everyday.

He looked over his shoulder at you sensing the hesitation in your tone. “It’s okay sweetheart. Let’s go to bed.”

You nodded putting the bottle away and climbing into bed with him. “Turn around doll” He instructed.

You laid on your side with your back pressed against his chest. You could feel his chiselled abs and the curves and dips of his torso. What you wouldn’t give to run your hands or your lips down it.

He snaked his hand up your tank and drew small circles around your navel. “This always happens when we cuddle.” He rumbled rolling his hips against yours. “You’re so soft baby” He squeezed the curve of your hip “I can’t help it.” He whispered in your ear before pulling it between his teeth.

You could only moan and try so hard not to give into him. You slapped his hip so as to stop his ministrations. “Maybe tomorrow. I want to be able to walk to work. Thank you very much.” You huffed hugging his hand, which was curled around your waist, close you and slipping it between your breasts.

You closed your eyes trying to count sheep. But sleep wouldn’t come. Not until you knew that Steve was asleep as well. “What happened on the mission Steve?” You tentatively asked. Hoping that you weren’t being too invasive. Maybe you should give him more space? You just needed him to feel light.

“You don’t have to worry about that doll.” He answered kissing your temple.

You turned around to face him so you could see the silhouette of his face. “I always worry for you Steve. I just – I don’t know – want you to feel like you can’t depend on me or trust me.”

“I do trust you.” Be stated “Alright... so we try our best to save everyone. But we can’t always do that. People get hurt.” He took a deep breathe, not used to saying these things out loud. “they call it collateral damage” he scoffed “Ends justify the means in this world. Or maybe that’s how it’s always been.” He finished.

You took in the weight of his words “I understand. But that doesn’t make it any less shitty though.”

“No it does not.” He mused. “It’s somehow worse now. I think about you. And how I need to protect you too. I don’t think I could ever bear losing you.” He confessed.

“You won’t ever lose me Stevie.” You promised.

“How did I get to be so lucky to have you? I don’t deserve you.” He wondered bringing your fingers closer to his lips.

“I don’t know, maybe people would argue you’re the lucky one.” You retorted.

“Well then they’re clearly blind.” He frowned at the thought of anyone being mean to you.

“Alright lover boy. Go to sleep now.” You said putting your head on his shoulder. “Isn’t it nice to be back in your own bed?” You asked as you nuzzled his neck.

“You have no idea doll.” He murmured.

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'Wake up' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Wake up"

"I'm afraid, just....afraid."

Chapter Summary : The mission at the Mount Yamantau was an trap made by Hudson and unfortunately, Yirina & Park, without any support, were captured by Freya, Knight & Sonya Kuzmin. Awakening is going to be hard.....

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This was only an trap, the mission was an whole setup made by Hudson to get us caught, that bastard.....he gave us away to Perseus. That's why he never wanted anyone to join the mission with us, he didn't even allowed us to have any radio support and limiting our equipment. He forced the two only non-CIA members to go through an mission that was revealed to be an big trap to get rid of us. Maybe it was an way to...maybe found Adler thanks to us but I couldn't believe that at any second at the moment Sonya talked about the 'CIA guy'....

Unfortunately, we couldn't oppose any forms of resistance against Freya, Knight and Sonya Kuzmin, they were awaiting for us while we had our backs turned and nothing was going to stop them to take us away before neutralizing us by making us sleep with syringues. We were hopeless as we were dragged away by Knight himself at the same time and the last vision I got before my eyes went shut was to see Park unconscious, unable to do an thing....we were captured and no one was going to rescue us....

When I thought to open my eyes back in the real world, I found myself back into the same bed of my apartment in Moscow, slowly opening my eyes and discovering that someone was having their hands around me at my chest level, it was Freya herself. Again, it was following my discussion I had with her when Perseus came in minutes before she arrived. I was still feeling disturbed to have her in my bed but my mood wasn't ready to get angry.

I didn't bring up any smile as I got up from the bed, removing Freya's arms around me before moving to get to my dresser to grab some new clothes for me, taking the ones I was using back on the ground and then start dressing in those better clothes for me, the others feeling used for days, it seems. All of that by looking myself on an mirror while watching Freya slowly awakening up.

"Finally awake." I said to her, looking at her through the mirror after I stopped myself to putting on my pants before continuing in my moves.

"Yiri, you had an good sleep ?" She asked me, sounding like she already forgot our argument last day.

"No, why I should have one ?" I asked her back, turning my head around to directly look at her in the eyes. "Like usual, nightmares & fears in me, nothing else." I added, checking myself in the mirror, my voice all normal.

"Again ?" She whispered, slowly moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Again." I repeated, very sure of my words as I grabbed the shirt that was put on the dresser.

"You don't have to put yourself like that." She exclaimed, going up to approach me but not too close. "You have me." She wanted to affirm but I wasn't believing an word of it.

"Really ?" I raised an eyebrow to her through the mirror, looking more curious than ever. "I have my rights to be like that." I stated, putting the buttons of my shirt. "If I said that I'm feeling bad, I'm bad, that's it !" I continued before turning around to look at Freya whose eyes was away from me.

"You still want to defect, right ?" She demanded as her eyes went back on me.

"Of course and you can't stop me." I affirmed clearly before I start to move out of the bedroom to get to the living room and the kitchen. "I'm leaving with Zasha & Portnova." I told her, knowing she was following me through my apartment.

"I can't change your mind." She expressed, leaning herself against the door frame of the kitchen as I was preparing my cup of coffee.

"No, you've been trying to stop me in various ways : been kind, offering to take care of me in an way." I snorted, passing my hand below my nose, I was like feeling sad in the inside but I couldn't show it. "Maybe I liked it....too much to be honest." I admitted before putting my hands on the counter.

"It wasn't an way to make you change your mind, Yirina." Freya claimed in an clear voice. "I'm doing this because you're sad, not because you want to defect."

"Seriously, do you think I'm going to buy this lie ?" I questioned her, raising my voice as I turned my back to face her, my hands. "When I told you the first time about it, you were strongly against it, don't make me think that you changed your mind."

"Yes but I realized things weren't exactly what I supposed to be."  She proclaimed but in me, I could feel an lie in those words even if she was maybe telling the truth.

"Yeah, me too." I sniffed, taking in my hand my own cup of coffee as I walked next to her to get to the living room. "Coffee's ready for you, take it yourself." I told her.

"Yirina..." I heard her voice very low in the kitchen.

"What ?" I stopped myself to look at her as I was nearly going to sit down on my couch. "An lot of things aren't right." I said before actually sitting down but I was like not even urging to take an sip of my coffee, putting the cup on the small table in front of the couch. "There's something I didn't really told you."

"And what is it ?" She asked me, worried and coming in the living room with her cup of coffee.

"Before the two of us became something real, I was in love with someone else." I responded to her, moving slowly towards me, wanting to get sit next to me. "I was loving Zasha." I added, making her eyes goes wide as she got sit.

"Seriously ?" She whispered, stunned to hear that...

"We never really wanted to talk about it to the others." I looked away from her even if it wasn't obliged from me to do that. "Well...we did been together but...it was only for an month and it was one year after we met." I continued.

"Why you two didn't continue ?" Freya asked me, looking curious.

"We both realize that it wasn't really going to work together and we decided to broke up." I bit my lips as my eyes were on an picture of me with Zasha & Dedov. "At the same time, we preferred to not talk about this to anyone, staying best friends and that's it."

"I never thought that from you." Freya was sounding more astonished to my revelations to her....I did really been with Zasha in the past and I never knew of it....

"Zasha is an great friend, I swore to protect them at the moment I realized about who they were." I stated, revealing more about them. "That's why, me, them & Portnova are leaving to the West." I added, looking directly to Freya herself, knowing that she would not come with us. "And I'm sure that you will not do this with us, you're too loyal." I exclaimed and my words make her look away in shame.

"That was not the life I wanted to live." She said silently, her voice feeling broken.

"Yeah but we did lived it and followed it without asking ourselves why we are doing this." I sniffed away before my eye start to be filled with tears. "I never wanted this life but blindly, I didn't ask myself...until now." I snorted, cleaning up the few tears on my face as Freya looked back at me.

"You're crying ?" She demanded obviously.

"No, it's just some feelings." I replied, even knowing that it wasn't true at all before I looked fully at her. "I'm afraid, Freya." I told her in an broken voice, my hands on my lap, not even trying to stop the tears, it was useless.

"Why are you afraid ?" She started to move slowly, to put her hands on my face to stop the tears from my eyes.

"I'm afraid, just....afraid." I admitted before she moved her arms around me like if she never wanted to let me go away.

"Don't be afraid, you're here now." She muttered as her head was now against my right shoulder. "You know that I'm going to bring you home." She added as suddenly, all the surrounding went to black and that she was now facing me while I was forced to be on my knees....that wasn't an memory anymore, I'm freaking out...

"It's time for you to wake up, Yirina ! WAKE UP !"

Her shouting was like an distant cry in my head as my mind was slowly waking up from that memory, making me discover that me & Zasha were together for an short time and I was wondering an lot of things about that period but these thinkings started to fade away for the moment as my eyes were opening and right now, I was feeling to be on an sort of bed, facing an concrete wall.

Panic went through me when I start to get up to face the other direction : I was in an cell without an single window giving to the outside and I was alone....all alone, not even Park was there. I was like trapped in here with nowhere to get out of here with an big metal door avoiding me to leave that room.My clothes...I was no longer wearing an jacket, just an simple shirt and still got my pants on. As I was panicking, my eyes fell on an small radio that was just near the door. .

"...as it seems that yesterday big explosion in the Ural mountains did put tensions between the East & the West, the world is on an risky verge...." It was the voice of an russian guy talking but looking at the radio, it didn't seem to be able to have everything audible for me....an day has passed since we were captured....

"Where I am ?" I whispered to myself, looking around before walking slowly towards the radio to shut it off, my ears hurting only by listening to that radio. "Shit...what happened ?" I asked to myself before I heard some noises through the metal door, meaning that someone was coming in. I walked back to the bed to sit on it as the door was getting opened.

"Ah, you're awake." I wasn't watching at who was coming in but I could recognize an male voice....Stitch himself.

"You." I slowly looked at him with concerned eyes. "What did you do to Park ?" I asked him in an serious voice, clenching my fists.

"Oh, you don't want to do that if I was you." He exclaimed, having seen my fists getting clenched. "We have eyes on you all day." He pointed at an corner of the cell, making me discover an security camera. "One bad move from you and you're done even if we know who you are."

"You didn't answer my question here." I make myself clear to him. "Where....is...Park ?" I repeated again as he start to slowly face me.

"You're not the one asking questions here but if you insist..." He stopped himself to kneel at the same level of my head. "She's currently in another cell, still sleeping but I think that you should stop worrying about her now."

"Why I would be ?" I raised an eyebrow to him, sounding angry.

"Because she's your enemy, like she always has been." He replied, sure in his words, trying to flip me out back on his side but that wasn't working.

"Bullshit, you know nothing." I stated, giving an deadly glare to him through his mask and hood. "You just trying to make me think that I'm one of yours but that's stupid." I scoffed around as I realized that playing Belll is going to be necessary until I escape from that place...I don't even know where we are....

"Bell." He started before taking an deep breath. "Or whatever they called you, you didn't think any second that there's something wrong ?" He demanded.

"In fact, I wonder why...." I stopped myself, looking at the security camera, fainting to acknowledge his words. "An son of an bitch called Stitch is trying to make me change allegiances." I joked but his only reaction was to put his left hand around my neck by force.

"Listen to me !" He raised his voice as two armed guards entered the room in case. "Your attitude isn't helping us at all and we're trying to help you." He added, making me look in his only eye.

"I never thought that Adler did really messed you up, you're looking like an idiot !" I literally laughed, fully entering my act of been 'Bell'...painful but necessary. "How is he by the way ? Pushing you out ?" I continued.

"Always been like that or Adler decided to put some of his behavior in you ?" Stitch asked me rhetorically. "Right now, I'm making sure that he will suffer enough like I did."

"You didn't take well what happened in 1968 to say." I told him straight as I was still threatened by his left hand before he reinforced his grasp on it.

"He make me an fool to my country and I will make sure to do the same for him." He claimed before he took out an knife from his vest and now, I was fearing the worst in me. "I know that it's going to be...unorthodox but I maybe know an way to make you remember of things."  He then move slowly the knife towards my left arm.

"Aaaahh !" I screamed loudly in pain when he literally planted his knife inside my left arm....I broke his arm...he's going to broke mine.....

"How do that feel, uh ?" He asked me in an raised voice.

"Stitch !" I was able to hear an female voice behind him before he released me from him, discovering Freya who was standing between the two guards and she direclly make signs to them to leave. "What are you doing ?" She demanded.

"Make her remember of her life, isn't so hard to see ?" He responded, not even ashamed by what he has done as I was holding my wound, almost crying on the bed.

"You wounded her by planting your knife in her arm ?" She said, walking to get next to me, worried. "Are you sick or something because I told you to not harm her." She added, taking my left arm to check it.

"It's one of the many things we're going to try, don't need to worry about that." He exclaimed, pulling his knife back.

"Wound's not so deep but it's better that we heal it quickly." Freya told, ignoring his words totally before she looked at my face, crying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She repeated again as she got up to face Stitch. "We're not harming her or even Park, you know well that they are useful to us."

"Maybe but I don't want to lose time with peacefuls ideas, the two are diverting resources from Adler."  Stitch expressed as the two were looking at me. "It isn't the best solution to bring her back but we have to do everything."

"You'll never get us." I whispered, feeling the pain in my voice and my arm.

"We'll see." Stitch breathed, looking back at Freya. "Tell Sonya to heal her, we'll start the first tests tomorrow."

"And what about Park ?" Freya questioned him before he looked at me.

"Firstly, we are focused on her and then, we are going to see how we can deal with her, it will be hard but an great improvement." He responded, slowly walking away from me to get out of my cell before the door closed behind them, leaving me alone.

Now, I was wounded, having an knife cut in my left arm because Stitch wanted me to remember of my old past and it could have gone very badly if Freya wasn't here to save me from him but even with that, I was all alone in that cell, Park in another cell. I decided to sit back on the edge of the bed, my right hand above my wound and seeing the blood getting out of it and also on my hand. 5 minutes passed until the door was getting opened and I could see Sonya Kuzmin themselves with an medikit in their hands.

"I'm really going to play the doctor here." They whispered to themselves at the sight of me before getting inside the room, the door closing behind them. "I hope that you're not fragile." They added in an lazy voice.

"Just get it done, okay ?" I told them clearly, directly showcasing my arm by removing my right hand from it.

"At your orders." They sighed, rolling their eyes around before they moved to get next to me, putting their medikit on the ground and taking out everything necessary to heal me. "Looks like my brother didn't almost go easy on you." They said, looking at the wound.

"Is he always like that with everyone ?" I asked them.

"Are you the one asking the questions here ?" They asked me back, remembering when I interrogated her weeks ago in West-Berlin, must be it. "No, I'm in charge here now and don't move too much."

"I just want to know." I expressed, sounding low.

"Fuck off." They cursed even if their voice wasn't really meaning it before they start to apply some wound disinfectant on the cut, causing me to moan an little. "Don't be afraid, it's just something to disinfect your cut." They exclaimed in an lazy voice.

"What do you want me to do ? Laugh ?" I taunted them, causing them to grin an little as they were finishing to apply the disinfectant.

"You didn't lose your sense of humor, it seems." They raised an eyebrow to me before taking the bandages in their hands. "He's always been like that if you want to know." They said, responding to my first question.

"I thought you didn't want to tell me." I was sounding an bit stunned to be honest.

"I changed my mind." They sniffed, looking at me with an smile even if that situation I'm in isn't smiling. "So, tell me, how's things since last time ?" They demanded to me.

"Are we really having an simple discussion even with this situation ?" I raised an eyebrow to them before realizing that they were really meaning it. "Well...uhm...tracking Perseus down isn't an easy task." I decided to reply like that.

"And yet, here you are." They scoffed, wrapping the bandages around my arm. "I've been thinking about why you asked me those questions when you interrogated me."

"About Wraith ?" They nodded to my question. "It was by curiosity, we heard your conversation before the CIA decided to kidnap you."

"Okay but why is she saying that you were more than sisters before ?" They asked me. "Can you tell me ?"

"I don't know but she's claiming to know me since an long time and I don't believe her to be true." I answered, successfully lying to them. "That started when I first met her in West-Berlin." I added as Sonya was focused on wrapping the rest of the bandages around my arm. "Since, she's trying to convince me that I'm not what I am."

"I don't know what she got but she's not the same since she saw you that day." They told me in an serious low voice. "Everyone here said that you were important before and still today."

"I heard that since some times, I don't know what is special with me." I expressed, faking to not understand why me...was important to Perseus. "What will you do if you were like that ?" I wondered about it as they were finished to heal and my question did put some troubles on their face.

"Uhm...I don't know what I will do." They responded, troubled in their voice before pulling back what they got in hands in the medikit to close it. "Well, you got healed up by me and you're looking fine for the moment."

"What will they do to me ?" They raised their shoulders to me.

"I don't know, they didn't explain the details but it will surely something painful." They replied, slowly getting up on their feets. "It's must be strange for you but...I kinda feel that you're more friendly than I thought."

"Is that an compliment ?" I raised an eyebrow with an little grin to them.

"Fuck off." They smiled at me before stopping themselves right in front of the door to look at me with an grin on their face. "Take it as you want but maybe." They continued before they finally decided to leave the room, leaving me alone on my bed alone, like an prisoner....

"It's like the beginning of hell for us...will I hold on ?"

[deafchild2000]

Shame and Forgiveness Ch. 4

In Auroria...

Sunday...

3rd POV

"What about this?"

"Nope."

"And this?"

"No."

"What about this t-shirt?"

"Didn't I get you that for Christmas?" King Philip asked, causing his daughter to moan.

Audrey had been sitting with her father for the better part of the afternoon after she had finished painting his nails again -a surprising pink and blue combo that suited him - and was helping her pick out her clothes for school before it started up again.

"Alright, how about this?" Audrey asked as she brought out a pink and baby blue sweater from her closet.

She watched him put his head on his cheek, looking at it in question, before shaking his head.

"Great," Audrey mumbled sarcastically before throwing it into an increasingly growing pile of clothes she swore she'd give away.

"Wouldn't you prefer your mother or grandmother to help you with this? I may have grown up in royalty, but there was a reason it took me a while to pick out my clothes," Philip states, watching as she went through her closet.

"Exactly...in a weird sense," Audrey explained. "By you saying '"NO"' at my choices, you're doing me a huge favor of helping me clean out my closet and getting rid of unwanted, childish clothes. Maybe it's time for me to get a new style these days. Besides, if these don't make it to any thrift stores, they might make it to the Isle anyways."

This piqued the king's interest. Aside from her rivalry with Maleficient's daughter, she never spoke much of how she felt about it.

And apparently, that thought was obvious on his face because Audrey caught it and groaned.

"Yes, Dad, believe it or not, I do have thoughts about that place!" Audrey exclaimed. "Look, from another bleeding heart's eyes, Ben's proclamation seemed like a good idea. I mean, it's Ben! He's nice, considerate, brave...It was just so like him to make that decision even if everyone was not on board. And as a princess, I've had to see two sides of this, especially now with the coronation. But as Audrey, lady-like or not, I could have cared less who he invited over. It just pissed me off when I found out he invited Mal! After all her mother had done to this family! To Mom! To you! To grandma! It was like...it was like he didn't even consider how I would have felt about it. As if I was supposed to just accept it lying down! And next thing I know, I'm shunned and now this is happening!"

As if simultaneously on point, her phone buzzed from her dresser and Audrey opened it to her text messages and emails before handing it to her father to look.

Grasping it in his hand, he was surprised to see a growing number of at least 200 messages and more emails from various people, news anchors and magazines ranging from apologies to asking for exclusive interviews since that news report broke out.

And it was still climbing.

King Philip shook his head in annoyance before handing the phone back to his daughter. He'd have to give her a new number and launch a private investigation of his own to see how the press got wind of her phone number.

"I wish I could make it better for you," he sympathized, "and you're not the first royal to go through this. You want proof, ask General Shang and Mulan what they had to deal with after dealing with the Huns. Especially Mulan, adding up the fact that she was practically from a civilian family!"

"Yes, because nothing seems more strenuous when you're a war hero, a cursed princess, fairy, mermaid or whatever! But this!?" she gestured to her phone. "This isn't some random glorified honor from escaping an evil witch, enchantment or saving thousands of lives! This is from pity and deception to use me and my feelings to start some propaganda against Ben and discourage his right to the throne! Nobody cares about me! All they care about is some sob story about the girl who was right all along and got cast aside until everything hit the ceiling! The press won't stop until they get what they want."

"And you know what to give them what they want..." Philip started.

"...I'd have to come out for a press conference and speak up," she finished. "And I don't know if I can."

And the reason was simple: Princess Audrey, the one poised with grace, would break down and show her real side and the pain she wore behind the mask.

All her life, she grew up beside Ben. He was practically her best friend, and sometimes her only defender when the going got rough. To say she fell in love with him wouldn't be an understatement, but watching him fall in love with another girl, a girl that's not even human...

Learning that she wasn't what he wanted and never would be stung, but when she tried to win him back after that awful game, it only proved she must've been a glutton for punishment.

[irish-nlessing]

Can we have a blurb where you are pregnant and you and niall fight about breastfeeding because you don't wanna do it.

“It’s my body, Niall! Why are you being like this?”

“Of course it’s your body, but it’s OUR baby!  Why won’t you just talk to me about it?”

You slammed your dresser drawer shut hard enough to knock over one of the framed snapshots lining the top surface.  You let out a sigh and rubbed your hand over your swollen belly.  The argument over breast feeding had been going on for weeks.  You’d talked with your doctor about it and she had assured you that it was your choice and that as long as the baby was being fed, that’s all that mattered.  Niall however, had been appalled that you weren’t even willing to try nursing the baby.  He’d been sending you links to medical journals and parenting blogs eschewing the benefits of breastmilk.

You straightened the collapsed frame and wiped at a few stray tears rolling down your cheeks.  Looking down over your protruding belly, you trailed one of your equally swollen fingers down a fresh set of red stretch marks mapping out your skin like angry tributaries.  You had a matching set of blue varicose veins on your ankles from the pressure of the baby, and last week you’d peed your pants.  Twice.  Niall was sat on the edge of the bed, his head cradled in his hands.  He looked as handsome as the day you’d walked down the aisle nearly four years ago.  The broad planes of his back were still smooth and dusted with freckles.  His eyes still a bright bright blue that sparkled when he laughed.   He could have any woman in the world.  But he was stuck with you and all the collateral damage happening to your body.  

You clutched the pair of socks in your hand and waddled back to your side of the bed.  At 36 weeks pregnant everything you tried to do took three times as long as normal.  Getting into bed was at least a four step process now.  You heaved yourself onto the mattress and adjusted the body pillows and back support wedges until you were comfortable.  Niall scooted himself back against the headboard and crossed his arms in a huff.  You could feel his gaze on you, but you knew as soon as you met his eyes the yelling would start all over again. All you wanted was to put your socks on.  

You leaned forward as far as possible but couldn’t quite reach your toes.  You shifted to the side a bit and brought your leg underneath you as far as you could.  You were just able to slip the sock around your toes when you bent forward another inch and felt hot bile rise in your throat.  Sitting up quickly you grabbed for the ever-present bottle of water on the nightstand.  You took  few sips and reclined on the pillows.  And that’s when the real waterworks started.  

When your frustrated whimpers turned to full blown sobs Niall crawled over to you and placed his hand on your belly.

“What’s wrong?  Are you ok? Baby ok? Did you have a contraction? Hey, babe please you hafta talk to me.  What’s wrong?”  Niall’s voice was nearly panicked. He knew you were upset, he was too.  Emotions had been running high all day but these seemed like something different.  It was a painful cry he hadn’t heard before.

You flopped your hands uselessly down to your side and groaned.  “I’m fine.  Baby’s fine.  It was the heartburn again.  I leaned over too far and it felt like a thousand suns burning my throat and I’ve got a headache from the crying and a runny nose, and…and I just wanted to put some fucking socks on!”  Your cries started up again and you wiped at your face with the sleeve of your frumpy maternity pajamas.

When you opened your eyes Niall had shuffled down the mattress and was carefully pulling your socks over your puffy toes and past the blue patches on your widened ankles.  He grabbed another pillow and propped your ankles up slightly, muttering.  “Gotta keep em elevated.  Doctor said it’ll help with the veins and the swelling.”

“I’m a monster.”

Your voice came out in nearly a whisper.  There was a beat of deafening silence and then you felt the mattress dip next to you and Niall pulled your hand away from your face.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. Just forget it.”

Niall’s brow furrowed and he shook his head defiantly.  “No, m’not gonna forget it.  You gotta talk to me, lover.”

You took in a shaky breath and looked away from him.  You couldn’t bear to start listing all your insecurities while looking at his obnoxiously gorgeous face.

“It’s just….I don’t feel….everything is just a mess.  I’m a mess.”  You had so many things you wanted to say but they were tangled in your head and reluctant to come to the surface.

“Sweetie I don’t understand.  I don’t think you’re a mess.  Why do you think you’re a mess?  We got the nursery done, the baby showers are over, we did the hospital tour.  All we gotta do now is pop out the kid.  Well, you gotta pop it out. But still, you know what I mean.”

You started to feel a twinge of anger in your chest.  It was easy for him to say these things.  Easy for him to go on day to day.  His world hadn’t been flipped upside down and out of his control.  

“I just hate my body.  Ok?  I know I should be happy that I’m growing a healthy baby Niall, but I’m a fucking disaster!  My belly is covered in stretch marks!  They don’t go away, Niall.  Did you know that?  Did you know that it takes YEARS for them to fade?  Did you know that all this skin doesn’t just GO BACK to being tight?  I’ve seen pictures of women with body types just like mine.  Their stomachs look like a fucking shrunken orange peel.  And don’t even get me started on what happens after I PUSH A BABY OUT OF MY VAG!”

Niall was staring at your complete meltdown his eyes blown wide and his mouth slowly opening and closing in shock.  

You barreled on, the words falling from your mouth faster than you could think.  “It’s not going to be the same afterwards.  You’re probably not gonna get to say ‘oh darlin’ so fuckin’ tight for me aren’t ya?’ anymore!  Niall scowled at your terribly Irish accent and mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like, “I don’t sound like that.”

You took a deep breath and dropped the final bomb.  “I don’t want to breastfeed the baby because I just want ONE part of my body not to be ruined.  Everything else is going to be wrecked and you love my tits, Ni.  You LOVE them.  And maybe if those stay the same you’ll ignore all the other things that got ruined and you won’t leave me.”

A fresh wave of sobs escaped from your chest as the hot shame of your feelings crawled over your skin.  Niall sat perfectly still with his hands clenched into fists at his sides.  His face was pinched and drawn, like he’d been punched in the gut.  His voice was scratchy and choked.  He hung his head down and shook it back and forth slowly.

“Is that really what you think?”

You sighed and looked over at his crumpled figure.  When he lifted his head the blue in his eyes had dulled to a steel grey and they were shiny with emotion.

Your lip continued to quiver and you nodded slowly.  Niall ran his hands over his face and finally looked back up at you.   He laced his fingers with yours and ran his thumb back and forth across your knuckles.

“I don’t care what you look like.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes but he jerked your hand slightly to get your attention.

“Hey!  I. Don’t. Care.”  

He shuffled up next to you and cupped your face in his enormous palms.  He wiped away the stray tears and pressed a kiss to your lips.  “I love you so so so much.  Don’t you get that?”  he pulled away and searched your face to make sure you understood.  You tipped your head back against the pillows in defeat.

“I know you do, but how’re you supposed to get turned on by me when my body’s a complete wreck?  It’s not the body you fell in love with.”

Niall pursed his lips and seemed to search for the right words.  “That’s because I didn’t fall in love with your body, ya nutter.  I fell in love with YOU.  How could I not love the body that’s making me a da?”  He pulled his hands away from your face and lifted up the front of your pajamas.  He traced the pink and red marks running down your skin and pressed kisses across your belly.  “I’m lookin’ at you and i don’t see ugly marks.  I see where your belly worked so so hard to grow around the baby you let me give you.  And if they don’t go away, and the skin looks bad, it doesn’t fucking matter.  You know why?”

He looked up at you to make sure you were paying attention.  “Because that’s where our baby lived.  That’s where you kept him or her safe and cared for.  And I know this sounds corny as hell, but there’s nothing sexier than that.”

Your eyes softened at his words and your chest tightened with how full of emotion you felt.  When the corners of your lips pulled up slightly he leaned in and kissed at your mouth gently until you had relaxed into his embrace.

“Besides.  M’not worried about you shoving a kid outta there.  Pretty sure the ol’ Niallator will still fuck ya good and proper.”

You pulled back from him with your face twisted in disgusted annoyance. He had a wide, shit-eating grin spread across his face and his eyes had turned back to their normal sparkling sky blue. You shoved at his chest earning a loud cackle from him.

“Oh my god I actually hate you.  You’re the worst!”

He sidled up next to you and pulled you into his chest.  He pressed a kiss to your forehead and ran his hand soothingly over your belly.

“No ya don’t.  You love me.  And I love you.”

You watched his hand caress circles over your prominent belly, the light shining off the simple silver band on his ring finger.  The one that meant forever.

“Um, Niall?”  He hummed in response.  You bit at your lip and placed your hand over his.  “Send me some of those links again, would you?  I think I wanna try nursing.  Maybe.”

Niall squeezed you tightly and kissed along your hairline.  “Course darlin’.  Thank you.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, letting the self-inflicted stress bleed away with every touch of his hands on your body.

“No Ni, thank you.”