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It's been a very shitty wip wednesday so have angy chiss OC

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As It Should Be | Chapter 6: Negotiations in Pain & Pleasure

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales

Summary: The summary is smut, good, fun, BDSM smut, and aftercare. OR, Frankie needs to let go and hasn’t been able to for months. Jack promised to help and show him the aftercare that his old partners had been neglecting him. He’s making good on that promise.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: M/M, BDSM, Dom!Jack, sub!Frankie, impact play (with a flogger), oral (M receiving), praise kink, dirty talk (it’s Whiskey here), anal, unprotected sex, alcohol, food mention. (I think that’s it but let me know if it isn’t!)

A/N: Y’all, it’s finally here! I have been waiting for this chapter for a while and I am so glad it’s here. These men both need this, especially Frankie and I really wanted Jack to be the person to provide it for him. If M/M isn’t your thing, I’m not sure how you got here, but this probably isn’t the fic for you, and this chapter is definitely not your thing because that is literally all there is. Huge shoutout to my friend Agent Capri Sun and mi esposa @danniburgh for feeding my thots and beta-ing!

For those of you who don’t know, PrEP is a medication that can be prescribed to those who do not have HIV and are looking to further protect themselves against it. Why did I include this? Because on the whole, it’s recommended as a safe practice and it’s rarely mentioned in media/writing. Also, please remember BDSM revolves around SSC and/or RACK. Go learn about these things. So there’s my soapbox moment. Enjoy!

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“C’mon, Flyboy, we’re gonna have some fun tonight.”

Without hesitation, Frankie stood up fluidly and grabbed his go bag from the corner of the room while Jack shut his computer down for the night and collected his keys from his desk. The energy around them was buzzing with anticipation. Jack’s outward demeanor seemed casual, but the way his whitened knuckles gripped the steering wheel as his other hand alternated between tenderly playing with the hair at Frankie’s nape and searing Frankie’s thigh, showed Jack was anything but cool, calm and collected.

Frankie’s breath was coming in shallow, shaky puffs. Funny how he could maintain his breathing while being shot at, while going through combat exercises, and even when he had to crash land their helicopter in Colombia, but feeling Jack’s hand on him as they drove back to the condo broke his composure. That large, warm hand had found its way to his thigh again, fingers pressing, squeezing gently at his inner thigh, and Frankie could hear his blood roaring in his ears.

Mercifully, the drive was short. Frankie grabbed his bag with a shaky hand and quietly followed Jack to the elevator, just a short ride to the fulfillment of a promise Frankie was aching for. The elevator doors shut, and Frankie tried to take a steadying breath. The anticipation was heavy on him, and he wanted nothing more than to lean into Jack, but didn’t want to seem clingy. That had been something that his old partners, Sam and her husband, had discouraged.

Jack could see Frankie struggling, his wants warring with his nerves. With a soft smile, Jack pulled Frankie so his back was flush against his chest, loosely wrapping his arms around Frankie’s waist so he didn’t feel trapped, and pressed soft, teasing kisses along his neck. Frankie was dizzy from the feeling of Jack’s lips, his mustache tickling at his skin, the intimacy of the action, and his embrace. He was so lost in the feeling that Jack had to clear his throat to alert him that the elevator had in fact stopped and the doors were open. Frankie blushed, quickly disentangling himself from Jack, clearing his throat while he stepped out of the elevator.

Jack’s hand appeared, warm and steadying at the small of his back as he guided Frankie to the door. Jack unlocked the door, and Frankie stepped over the threshold. He didn’t even have time to drop his bag to the floor. Jack was on him, pushing him against the door, Jack’s Stetson collided with Frankie’s cap as Jack’s mouth claimed Frankie’s. There was no care for either the Stetson or Frankie’s cap as Jack’s tender kisses from the elevator turned hungry, his tongue swiping at Frankie’s lower lip. Frankie dropped his bag, his now free hand clutching at Jack’s shirt. Jack’s fingers gripped Frankie’s hair tightly, pulling a whimper and a moan from Frankie that was muffled against Jack’s own growl of approval. His knee pressed between Frankie’s thighs, and Jack could feel the other man’s erection, hard and needy against his hip.

“Damn, Flyboy, eager aren’t ya?”

Frankie could only nod as he tried to catch his breath, Jack’s drawl making his cock twitch and his eyes blown with lust.

“Go to my room, strip, then kneel at the foot of the bed. Put a pillow down for your knees.”

Jack’s voice dropped in register and took on a delicious edge that sent a shudder down Frankie’s spine. Any reservations Frankie had about being clingy or too needy were obliterated by the desire in Jack’s commanding presence.

While Frankie did as he was told, Jack shrugged off his blazer, tossing it over the back of the sofa, then rolled up his sleeves and poured himself a drink. He savored the smooth heat in his mouth, rolled his shoulders, then made for his room. His cock hardened at the sight that waited for him.

“Hands on the bed, Flyboy.”

Frankie was quick to obey, glancing over at Jack briefly to admire him. He quickly turned his gaze back to the empty space on the bed in front of him, instinct telling him that Jack would want him to face forward. Jack strode over to one of his wardrobes, opening the doors to reveal an assortment of hanging implements. After a moment’s consideration, he pulled a flogger from its hook along with a pair of leather cuffs.

“Normally, I prefer to use rope, but we did such a number on you in our haste the other night, I’m gonna have to settle for the leather cuffs for now.”

Frankie shuddered as the distantly familiar sensation of smooth leather strips teased his back and ghosted over his shoulders.

“Color?” Jack asked. Despite it being on Frankie’s list of interests, he wanted to confirm Frankie was still ok with the implement being used in this session.

“Green.”

Frankie responded quickly and took a deep breath. Jack hummed his approval, a smile tugging at his lips when Frankie’s body moved of its own accord at the sound, leaning back to seek Jack’s touch. The flogger appeared in Frankie’s line of sight as Jack teasingly ran the leather lightly down then up Frankie’s left arm before giving the other the same treatment. Frankie fought to sit still, goosebumps left in the flogger's wake, and another shudder raced down his spine. Jack switched the flogger to his right hand, and his fingers traced the path of the flogger down from Frankie’s shoulder, over his bicep and to the tips of Frankie’s fingers. He covered Frankie’s hand with his own while he kissed his shoulder and the fading bite mark from two nights prior. Jack’s teeth grazed over the sensitive skin at the nape of Frankie’s neck and hummed at the moan that caught in Frankie’s throat.

“Are you ready, Flyboy?”

Frankie’s breath hitched, and he nodded. Jack tutted and grabbed Frankie’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Use your words, Flyboy.”

“I’m ready, sir.”

Jack’s eyes flashed at the honorific, his smile broadening as his grip tightened on the handle of the flogger.

“Good boy.”

Jack hummed his approval, brushing Frankie’s jaw with his thumb before pulling away. The whisper of leather on skin was a teasing promise of what was to come, making Frankie tense. There was a painful absence of sensation for the briefest of moments before the crack of leather filled the air, followed by another; sensation lighting up his back. Both weren’t particularly hard, intended only to warm him up, but Christ, did Frankie want more.

Jack marveled at the way Frankie’s back muscles twitched, aching to see them spasm at his hand, to make him squirm. Another two light flicks of Jack’s wrist before a resounding crack echoed with Frankie’s moan. Then again, two light cracks followed by two slightly harder ones. Frankie clenched his hands, bunching the sheets in his fists and crying out.

“Color, Flyboy?”

“Green!” Frankie keened, his back feeling delightfully warm.

“Good boy,” Jack praised again, smiling at the way Frankie whimpered in response. “Can you do more? Do you want to go harder?”

Frankie nodded, then remembered the rules.

“Yes!”

“Yes what, Flyboy?”

“Yes, sir!”

“That’s my good boy.”

Frankie gave an obscene moan at the praise, breaking off into a whimper as Jack gave him another stroke of the flogger, making Jack smile. The next one was harder, the painful whisper of leather across his back left a stinging ache. At the eighth total stroke of the flogger, warmth enveloped Frankie, a knot caught in his throat at the feeling. By the ninth stroke, Frankie was almost floating, tethered to the moment by the wave of overwhelming emotion threatening to crest in his chest.

He wanted this so badly, he needed it. He needed to let go and not think about all of the shit in his life that had converged on him the last few days. Frankie choked out a sob at the last stroke, the cresting wave of emotion breaking free and crashing over him.

Everything he had buried, his mixed emotions, the drugs, and losing his job, bubbled to the surface all at once. The tears were just as cathartic as sinking into the pain had been.

He let out a shuddering exhale, and before Jack could ask, Frankie called out “Green!”

Jack sighed, the kneeling man’s back was an angry red, stripes forming from the flogger. He adjusted himself in his jeans to get some relief, then set the flogger back on its hook and returned to the bed. Jack sat down and maneuvered them so that Frankie’s head was cradled in his lap. He understood that Frankie needed this, now more than ever probably. It was one of the reasons he had offered to do this for Frankie, to give him an outlet to just feel and let go.

“Shh, you did so well, Flyboy. You were such a good boy for me.”

Jack cooed as he stroked Frankie’s damp, curly locks. Frankie hummed in response, and Jack lifted Frankie’s chin to see his flushed face.

“Can you do more, or do you want to stop for now, Flyboy?”

Frankie blinked, his eyes hazy then he buried his face in Jack’s lap, finding it hard to think and trying to ground himself.

“I-I can do more. I want to do more.”

Jack’s breath hitched as Frankie’s cheek brushed against the cock straining in his jeans.

“Alright, Flyboy. Lean back then, hands behind your back.”

Frankie did as he was told, his back burning slightly from the flogging. Jack stood up, a steadying hand on the sweet, willing man kneeling before him. He took a moment to let his gaze find Frankie’s cock, his eyebrows raising in surprise at just how hard and leaky he was.

“Shit, boy, I’ve never seen someone get as hard or leak as much as you from just the flogger.”

He carefully secured the leather cuffs, making sure they were fixed a bit above his wrists so as to not chafe the already irritated skin, then sat back down on the bed and tugged Frankie forward. Without his hands to stop himself, Frankie’s head landed unceremoniously back in Jack’s lap with a grunt. A low groan fell from Jack’s lips as Frankie nuzzled the large bulge in Jack’s jeans. Frankie mumbled something into Jack’s lap that he couldn’t quite make out.

“What was that?”

“Said ‘s not just the flogger.”

“Oh? What is it then, Flyboy?”

Frankie squirmed, and Jack did nothing to stop him.

“S’you, never was like this before.”

Jack’s heart melted at the trust, vulnerability and adoration that was tinged with sadness in Frankie’s words. This was about more than just the clear arousal Frankie had. The look in his eyes earlier, and the way he was nuzzling him now, told Jack that Frankie had been missing the safety and ability to truly let go for a long time now. Jack was honored that Frankie was able to find that solace in him.

“Hey,” Jack’s hands cupped Frankie’s face as he bent down and kissed him tenderly, making sure to place a kiss on each of Frankie’s tear-stained cheeks. After allowing them a moment, Jack pulled back, his thumb swiping over Frankie’s lower lip, nudging insistently until Frankie took it in his mouth and sucked on it eagerly.

“D’you want to put this mouth to some good use, Flyboy?”

Frankie watched hungrily as Jack made to unbuckle his belt until he realized that Jack was waiting until Frankie had consented to go any further .

“Fuck… I mean yes, sir.”

Jack chuckled, then finished unbuckling his belt, adjusting so that he could get his jeans and boxers down to his mid-thigh. He smirked at the way Frankie stared hungrily at his cock. It was nice to know that the hunger he’d seen the night at the safehouse hadn’t been entirely drug induced.

The smirk promptly disappeared when Frankie widened his knees to balance better then leaned in and his lips enveloped the head of his cock.

“Fuck…”

The curse fell softly from Jack’s lips, a moan catching at the back of his throat. It took all of Jack’s strength not to buck up into Frankie’s mouth from the searing pleasure of Frankie bobbing up and down on his cock, moaning as he took more of Jack’s length.

Frankie smirked as best as he could, feeling proud he was able to elicit such a reaction from Jack. Strong fingers gripping tightly and twisting in his hair pulled a whine from deep in Frankie’s chest, and his eyes rolled back a bit as he felt Jack’s hand push him further down his cock until Frankie’s nose brushed Jack’s dark curls. Jack held him there for a minute, getting used to the hot warmth that surrounded his cock. He let out a breathy chuckle when Frankie’s hips jolted forward involuntarily, the feeling of being held down making him seek the sweet tantalizing friction of the bed.

“F-Fuck, Flyboy… S-shit, y’got a hot fuckin’ mouth.”

Jack started to pump into Frankie’s mouth, his other hand on Frankie’s throat to feel his cock move. He could feel the small whimpers and moans Frankie made around him, increasing arousal turning his breathing into shallow pants.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ… Such a -shit- Such a good, cock-hungry… Fuck!”

He felt Frankie start to struggle and pulled him off of his cock. They were both panting, trying to catch their breath, and Jack ran his fingers through Frankie’s hair to help soothe him. Frankie nuzzled into his lap then turned his head and breathed in Jack’s scent, marveling at the sight of Jack’s twitching cock. Smirking, Jack tenderly wiped some spit from the corner of Frankie’s mouth.

“How you doin’ down there?”

“Mmm... good.”

“Yeah?” Jack chuckled, “You sound a little cock dumb, Flyboy.”

“Maybe…” Frankie’s voice sounded dream-like and far away.

Jack put his hands on Frankie’s shoulders and pushed him back gently to see the head of Frankie’s cock flushed a needy red and leaking a small puddle on the hard floor beneath him, just missing the pillow cushioning his knees.

“Do you wanna cum, Flyboy?”

Frankie’s eyes widened at the whine that bubbled out of him, a deep flush taking a hold of his cheeks, and his gaze dropped from Jack’s dark, warm eyes.

“Yes, sir… Please.”

“Do you think you can take me?”

Jack watched Frankie intently, taking his chin between his index finger and thumb to make their gazes meet again. He didn’t want Frankie agreeing just because he thought that Jack would let him cum by doing so. Frankie bit his lip, then nodded.

“Words. I need to hear you say it, Flyboy. We don’t have to tonight if you don’t want to or can’t.”

Jack’s gaze was hard, yet tender, and Frankie felt a little lost in it, but he knew that he trusted Jack completely. He knew that if he wanted, they could stop at any time. Arousal pooled in his belly, and he knew that he wanted to take Jack, wanted to feel his weight pin him down, make him feel safe before sending him over the edge of pleasure.

“Yes sir, I-I can, and I want to, it’s just been a while.”

Jack’s chest tightened a little as he looked down at Frankie, smiling, then leaning down to kiss Frankie before moving down to nibble along the column of his neck.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow, Flyboy, and you just let me know if you need a break or to stop.”

Frankie nodded, then grumbled in surprise when Jack effortlessly hauled him up and bent him over the bed. He turned his head on the bed to breathe a bit better and saw Jack grab a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

“Do you want to use a condom? Me and Bourbon are exclusive, but I get tested regularly and am on PrEP for Statesmen. All my tests came back negative.”

Excitement tingled down Frankie’s spine. He wanted to feel him.

“No condom. I’m on PrEP too, got tested after Sam and haven’t been with anyone since.”

Jack nodded, then walked back over to the bed, his large, warm hand kneading Frankie’s ass.

The cool liquid was in stark contrast to the heat of his fingers. Jack slowly circled Frankie’s hole while he reached around and took Frankie’s cock in his other hand. Frankie’s keening moan turned into a whine when Jack gently pushed a finger inside of him.

Jack felt Frankie clench around his finger and started to lightly stroke his cock while letting him get used to the feeling. After a bit, he coated a second finger with lube and slid it in beside the first. Frankie let out a shaky breath, the muscles in his back rippling lightly.

“Look at you. You’re doing so well for me. Just take it easy, Flyboy.”

He continued to work him gently, understanding it had been a little while for Frankie. Then Frankie began to relax, slowly fucking himself back onto Jack’s fingers and forward into Jack’s fist. Jack let Frankie get used to the sensation again, adding more lube and delving deeper, harder with his fingers.

After they were able to work up to three fingers, Jack pulled out of him and took a step back, drawing a whimper from Frankie at the loss of contact. He heard the shuffle of denim as Jack shucked his jeans and boxers, then felt Jack’s steadying hand on his back.

“I’m right here, Flyboy.”

Jack murmured reassuringly while he gave himself a few strokes with his lubed up hand, he teased the hole with the tip of his cock with a feathery touch then slowly started to ease into Frankie.

“Fuckin’ Christ, Flyboy!”

Jack hissed, then moaned as he slowly worked himself inch by inch inside of Frankie, taking encouragement from Frankie’s keening and ragged breath.

“Fuck… So… -mmmmmfuckme- So full, Jack!”

Jack smirked at the way he had reduced Frankie to nothing but babbling, but his smirk quickly faded when he smacked Frankie’s ass and felt him clench in response.

“Shit, Flyboy, you’re so fuckin’ tight.”

Frankie moaned, fingers grasping helplessly at Jack’s shirt. His arms were still bound, and he needed more contact than the teasing drag of the fabric.

“Shirt… off, wanna feel you, Jack.”

He let out a low moan that filled the air as Jack leaned back, pushing himself deeper into Frankie as he unbuttoned then tugged his shirt and undershirt off. Frankie hummed when he felt Jack’s warm body envelop him, giving him the contact he wanted. Jack chuckled as Frankie’s hands sought to feel his soft tummy, fingers brushing the trail of hair that gathered there.

Pulling back, Jack grabbed the leather cuffs for leverage and he started to fuck Frankie in earnest.

“Fuck yeah, Flyboy. Taking me…. So. Fucking. Good!”

Jack’s heavy hand came down with a loud smack on Frankie’s ass, and he steadily increased his pace until Frankie was squirming and whimpering beneath him. Frankie was so close, teetering on the edge, but not quite able to get there. He felt like he was slowly being driven mad by exquisite torture.

“J-Jack! Please… I n-need-”

“Not yet, Flyboy.”

Jack gritted out, getting closer to his own orgasm. Leaning over, so his chest was as flush as it could be against Frankie’s back, Jack growled.

“Ask me nicely, Flyboy.”

“Please!” Frankie cried out, “Jack, please, I want to-”

Jack adjusted his hips, and dropped a hand to wrap around Frankie’s cock again. “Alright, let go, Frankie. Cum for me, Flyboy.” He thrusted again, hitting a different angle, finding Frankie’s prostate and causing him to cry out hoarsely as he came all over the sheets and Jack’s hand.

“Fuck!”

The answering growl that came from Jack’s throat seared Frankie’s soul, and he could feel Jack tense above him, his hips stuttering until he gave one final thrust and stiffened above Frankie. As Jack came, his grunts made Frankie’s chest flutter, the sensation of having been claimed and marked running hot in his veins.

Frankie’s breath hitched when Jack brought his fingers up to taste Frankie’s cum, and he moaned before bringing his fingers to Frankie’s mouth to give him a taste as well.

They both groaned as Jack slipped out. He took a moment to admire the mess he made of his Flyboy, soothingly rubbing Frankie’s hip.

“Alright, gimme a minute, Flyboy.” Jack’s voice was soft, trying not to interrupt the bliss that smoothed Frankie’s facial features.

Frankie grunted as Jack undid the cuffs one by one, easing Frankie’s arms to his side, massaging them gently to soothe the soreness.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. Don’t move. I’m gonna take care of you, Flyboy.”

Frankie mumbled in response. Jack cleaned himself up and returned shortly, with a soft, damp washcloth and a glass of water. He set the glass down, then began to gingerly dab the cloth over Frankie’s back, soothing him from the sting left behind by the flogger. Small little whimpers fell from Frankie’s lips at the contrast in temperature.

“Shhh, you did so well. This’ll help the burn a bit, Flyboy.”

Jack cooed, murmuring praises as he went. Once he was finished, he put the washcloth in the hamper, then wrapped the light comforter around Frankie to insulate him from Jack’s body heat. He pulled him in close, tucking Frankie under his shoulder.

“‘M so proud of you. My Flyboy… you were so good for me.

Jack kissed his ear, nuzzling the curly locks atop Frankie’s head, humming when Frankie curled in closer at his words. Frankie couldn’t do much more than that. His mind was still mostly floating on cloud nine, slowly easing back to the solid safety of being enveloped by Jack’s arms and his scent.

“You thirsty?”

Frankie nodded, but as Jack moved toward the bedside table, Frankie’s hand shot out and grabbed Jack’s wrist..

“No leaving, only water.”

Jack broke out into a hearty laugh, harmonizing with Frankie’s own laughter.

“It’s just right here on the night table.”

Frankie let him go. Jack stretched to retrieve the glass for Frankie, who took it to his lips, becoming more and more aware of his surroundings and less in the haze of subspace as he drank.

“Thank you, Jack. That was… incredible. I really needed that.”

Jack nodded and smiled down at Frankie, still nestled into his side, thumb rubbing circles over Frankie’s arm.

“It’s been a minute since I’ve done that, and I’m glad I could do that for you, Flyboy. I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love every minute of it myself. Are you feeling alright? Do you need anything?”

Frankie shook his head, and Jack grunted as he peered over to look at the clock: 20:30.

“You hungry? There’s a biscuits and gravy place that delivers, and I did say I’d take care of you tonight, Flyboy.”

Frankie’s stomach growled in response and they laughed again. Jack got up and placed their order, then turned to find Frankie had retrieved his go bag and was rummaging through it.

“Shit, I barely have anything to wear. I wasn’t expecting to be gone from home this long.”

“Don’t worry about it, you can borrow mine. I know I definitely enjoyed seeing you in my clothes today.” Jack teased and winked at Frankie, pulling a flush to his cheeks. “Besides, me and Bourbon can take you shopping tomorrow.”

Frankie frowned a bit, remembering that he was technically out of a job, and though he was looking forward to a big paycheck from Pope, he had no idea when he’d next be able to get a decent job flying.

“Uh, I don’t really think I could afford much out here. I usually just wear cargo pants and a t-shirt or button down.”

Jack scoffed, “I said we’d take you shopping, not that you’d be paying, Flyboy. Either Statesman’ll pay or I will. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Frankie squirmed. He was not accustomed to such things, but Jack’s voice left little room for argument. Shortly after, Jack went to pick up their food from the lobby, and they promptly devoured it upon his return. Frankie sat back with a groan, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Time to hit the hay, I reckon.”

Frankie nodded and made his way to the guest bedroom. Jack frowned, putting a hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

“I’d rather have you in my bed again tonight... if you’re alright with that?”

“Y-yeah, I’d like that.”

Jack nodded, then threw away the trash and tugged Frankie along to bed. He smiled as Frankie scooted to curl up beside him, imagining how things would be once you were in bed with them as well.

Frankie thought to himself how easy this felt, how good it felt. Hell, maybe this was something he could do and not have it end up like before. Just in this night alone, Jack had done more for him than his old partners had the entire time the three of them had been together. Despite how easy or how right it felt, Frankie knew that any relationship, especially one with three people, required a lot of communication and effort.

He couldn’t think of anyone else he’d rather do that work with than you and Jack.

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Fallout of the century❤️🌒

Part 4 🥜

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Warnings: Some smut, Angst, and fluff.

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I sat at the kitchen counter unknowingly biting my nails, a nasty habit I had when I was stressed. Harry had gone off to the doctor's office with Olivia and I had quite literally refused to go. I wanted to think about something else, quite literally anything else, but my mind seemed to be stuck on the unknowing fate of my newly rekindled relationship. 

“Hey you,” I heard from next to me, i hadn't heard or seen him come into the house, but was thankful at the sudden company.

“Tom,” I smiled as I threw my arms around him, embracing him in a much needed hug.

“You doing alright darling?” He questioned as we sat back at the counter and settled in. I didn't know what to tell him, cause i honestly didn't know how i was doing. “It's OK, to not feel alright, to not be OK,” He said while rubbing my arm. 

My phone buzzed in front of us on the counter and I immediately turned my attention to it, too scared to look at who or what it was. Worrying that my fate rests in whatever message lays on my screen.

“Go on,” Tom encouraged, nodding towards my phone. With a deep sigh I grabbed it and clicked it back to life to see a four word message on the screen.

Harry: We need to talk.

I felt my breathing hitch in my throat and suddenly lost all of my ability to breath. I clasped at my chest and let out a somber cry as I tried to let the air come back into my lungs, a wave of panic washing over me. Tom was quick to act, pulling me into his arms and holding me as tight as he could, reminding me to breathe, my gaspy breaths soon matching his own. 

“He- I- Can't,” I tried to speak, but my quiet sobs prevented any coherent sentences from forming. 

“Hey, look at me,” Tom whispered, pulling back from the tight hug he held me in. “You are OK, I'm here. You're not alone, and I won't let you be.” His words were comforting and probably exactly what I needed at that moment. My phone began to chime on the counter as a call came through. Tom was quick to pick it up. 

“Hey mate, it's me,” Tom said, as he listened to whatever was being said. Nodding his head and ‘okaying’ and ‘mhming’. “Hold on, what?” he asked about a sudden fierceness coming from him that I had never seen. “You what?” He asked again, his voice getting even louder. He walked away to the living room only a few feet away from the kitchen, out of eye shot but not earshot. 

“I swear to god Harry, you do this, it's done,” he paused as his brother was surely trying to explain whatever mad decision Tom had gotten so angry about. “Yeah, yeah. And what then genius? You think she’ll wait? This is all on you. So when i say this i mean it in the most truthful way, You do that, and i'll be the one to take her away and make sure she's alright, cause you have done nothing but crush that girl since the moment you walked into her life,” his words caught me off guard, not sure what he meant, harry's and I’s relationship had been a happy one, so I wasn't sure what he was referring to when he said Harry crushed me. “No Harry, i'm not just talking about the last year, i’m talking about since the first time you guys actually started hanging out, she went from being this energetic little spitfire, to a dispirited homebody that was always looking for your approval, and you held her to such a high standard that she never thought she was good enough,” he mumbled some more things into the phone that i couldn't quite catch “Yeah have fun with that you div,” he groaned loudly before walking into the kitchen back to me and handing me my phone. His face was mad with anger and he looked like he was ready to explode, i sat there staring at him, not sure what had just transpired. “Lets go pack you a bag Y/N,” Tom said, grabbing my hand. “I'm not letting you stay here alone tonight,” And i wasn't sure if i was so eager to respond because i thought i could use the company or because i thought Tom could. 

I had been to tom’s flat before, briefly all be it. He lived in the penthouse, and everything just seemed nicer in his place. The drive over had been silent, I wasn't sure what Harry had said on the phone or what had happened at the doctors office, and deep down I wanted to know, but I wasn't sure I could deal with the reality of it all.

“Guest room is this way,” Tom said, leading me down a hall towards some doors. He opened one of the doors and led me in. The room itself was nice, it was what you'd expect in a spare room, some impersonal wall decor and a plain bed set. I sat on the bed and dropped the small bag I had thrown some clothes in by my feet. Tom sat next to me. 

“So the baby is his, right?” I finally asked, looking over to Tom for confirmation. His face was downward looking to the floor, and he had his hands pushed together in his lap, he turned to me slightly with his lips down turned, giving me an answer. “What did he say?” I asked, feeling the tears begin to pool in my eyes.

“Y/N,” Tom sighed. “My brother is so smart, but he's also a major idiot.” He told me, making me chuckle a bit at the truth behind the statement. “I guess he has it in his mind that being a good dad means he has to know to take care of Olivia,” he looked back at me, probably to gage my reaction.

I took a deep breath and nodded, fearing if I tried to speak nothing but sobs would escape. “He also said as soon as they told them that he knew he had lost you, that this was never part of your plan, so he felt like this was the best thing, for the both of you,” I rolled my eyes and scoffed at that. I had told him that this would be it, but I hadn't expected him to just give me up so easily. The more I thought about it, the more I understood. Sure, I was his first love, and maybe I would be his greatest love, but there was no way that could trump the love he would soon develop for his unborn daughter. 

So I decided right then and there it was my turn to move on. “I understand,” was all I said. All i could say. Tom put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him as silent tears streamed down my face. This chapter of my life had come to an end and it was time to begin a new one, maybe a better one. 

The next few years were tough. I had to find out who I was, and what I actually wanted in life. I spent most of my time focusing on work and new projects I could participate in for the less fortunate, one of which had me away for almost a year. Harry had stepped up and become a dad for little Rosie Holland, who was as sweet as sugar. To everyone's surprise Olivia had left when Rosie was a year old, signing over her rights as a parent and leaving Harry to do it all himself. We had all stepped up in the ways we could, being there for the both of them. He had a great support system. Harrison and I had attempted a relationship, but quickly realized we were better friends. Life continued to go by for everyone, and any problems got left in the past.

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I stood next to the baggage claim, keeping an eye out for my bag amongst all the rest. It was late at night when the plane had landed and I had planned on calling a service to get home. I hadn’t been to my apartment in almost a year and I was worried about what I might get home to. Shortly after everything had happened with Harry and I, I had decided it was time to move on my own, giving myself space to find out who I was. 

“Peanut,” I heard from a few feet behind me, a voice I had heard so many times before. i felt my heart pang in my chest as I turned to see him standing there. A nice pair of jeans, a maroon hoodie and unruly auburn curls going in every direction on his head. 

“Harry,” I smiled, as I rushed to him. His arms instantly found home around my waist as I threw mine around his shoulders, snuggling my face into the crook of his neck, taking in the scent that I had once loved so much. “What are you doing here?” I asked as I lifted my head, not letting go of him.

“Tom told me your flight was getting in tonight, and you were just going to call a service to get home. You've been away so long, I just didn't want to wait to see you. So I figured I'd bring ya home myself,” he told me, a goofy grin on his face. I couldn't help the feeling I felt deep inside at the gesture so innocent in nature. 

“Harry,” I let my fingers brush against his cheek, his face leaning into them. “You didn't have to do that,” I whispered. 

“I had to.” He looked deep into my eyes with his chocolaty ones. “I needed to see you,” 

While I was away. Harry and I had been talking, reminiscing, old memories and talking about feelings that were still there. Occasional texts had turned into phone calls, which had turned into video calls, which had turned into sleepless nights, longing for just a simple touch. Six months of that, had us both wishing I was home, wishing we had more. Maybe it was what we needed. We had both grown up so much, over the last few years. Things were just different now.

I knew we had things we would need to figure out. We were both completely different people now. But standing there, in his arms, in the middle of an airport, I knew I was where I was supposed to be. I felt at home.

I leaned in slowly, giving him time to move away if he wanted. He didn't. My lips met his, and instantly there was a shock of electricity that ran through my body. Our lips glided together in unison like they were made for each other all this time. He broke away causing a slight whimper from me. He placed his forehead against mine as he took a deep breath. "Let's get your bag and get out of here, yeah?" He asked, before kissing the tip of my nose. Eagerly, I complied. Grabbing my bag and following him out of the airport like a lost little puppy.

The car ride back to my flat was quiet. He parked the car outside and we made our way up the stairs to the door. I fumbled with the keys trying to get the door unlocked. I could feel Harry standing behind me, not quite touching me, but close enough that the warmth of his breath was on the back of my neck. Finally after what felt like an eternity of struggling with my keys, I managed to unlock the door and open it up. The inside of the place was how I had left it all those months ago. The door clicked shut behind me and I turned to see Harry setting my bag down. 

"Rosie?" I was curious about where the little tot was Tonight.

"My mom's house," he smirked. I smiled knowing for the next few hours he had no obligations, no prior engagements to where he would need to rush away. For the next few hours he'd be mine. I took a step towards him at the same time he did. we met in the middle, our lips crashing together and our bodies forming to each other. Harry's hands traveled from the nape of my neck down to the small of my back pushing me further into him. I had my fingers tangled in his already unruly hair, pulling his face into me. His tongue grazed over my bottom lip before I opened it letting his tongue explore my mouth as our tongues clashed. His hands slipped down farther until he was cupping my ass. He swiftly lifted me, my legs going around his waist as he traveled deeper into my apartment to my small couch that sat in the living room. He laid me on the couch, him hovering over me, still kissing. Our clothes quickly were removed between heated kisses, until our naked bodies laid flush together. 

“Fuck, i missed this,” Harry mumbled into my lips as he positioned himself to enter me. He pushed in slowly, making sure I had time to readjust to him. He held one of my thighs up as he slowly thrust into me. “Harry,” I moaned out, my nails digging into his biceps as he picked up his speed. The familiarity of it all was the best thing about it. With Harry things seemed to come so naturally and with such ease. Faint profanities left his lips as he neared his high and I knew I was close. 

“Harry,” I groaned, my high quickly approaching.

“Cum with me princess,” He urged as I felt myself clench around him, the tightness in my core exploding in pure bliss, his thrusts became slower and less uniform as he too reached his high, painting my insides white. 

Our bodys were both limp as we laid on the couch catching our breath. “Your incredible peanut,” Harry whispered as he kissed below my earlobe. 

“Only with you,” I kissed the top of his head before drifting into a deep sleep, in the arms of the man I was meant to be with. 

I opened my eyes to the bright light from the window streaming in. The apartment smelled of bacon, eggs, and coffee. I sat up and watched as Harry stood behind the island cooking the bacon. “I could get used to this,” I said, startling him. 

“I thought we could talk over breakfast,” He smiled before walking towards me and leaning down pressing his lips softly to mine. “Good morning,” 

“Seems to be,” I admitted, wrapping the blanket around my still naked body as I stood up and walked to the counter, where he had put a plate for me. “Talk about what?” I asked with my mouth full of toast. 

“Us,” He said matter of fact-ly. I nearly choked on the bite in my mouth. He could see that he had caught me by surprise. “Sorry,” He chuckled. “I just, I don't have time for games. I'm ready to be with you 100% if that's what you want. But I don't have time to run around.” He explained.

I looked at him, the same boy that I had been in love with for so many years. The same one that I would probably be in love with for the rest of my life. I had let him go not once, but twice and somehow each time he came back.

“If you love something, let it go, if it's meant to be, it'll come back,” I mumbled to myself, realizing how real the saying had turned out to be for us.

“What?” He asked. 

“I love you. I'm in love with you,” I blurted, this time catching him off guard. 

“You are? You do?” 

I closed the space between us, letting my lips meet his before whispering. “Always have, always will,”

[moxfirefly]

Video calls and confessions

Part 2

Rated Explicit (18+)

Got around to that part teo for this one shot.

Hellboy/Cam!Girl

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The world going to shit wasn’t exactly how’d you planned out your Friday afternoon. This morning you had woken up with enthusiasm and a desire to treat yourself.

You’d gone out to the city, had your nails done, grabbed an obscenely priced coffee and on your way had stumbled on a museum.

A little culture never hurt nobody.

For Christ sake it was a free entry day too.

So why then, as you admired priceless art and sculptures had literal hell descended upon the evening?

Creatures. Actual monsters. The screams of the public deafening.

That had happened about half an hour ago. In your haste you had thanked you fight or flight mode to quick into flight. The shaking in your body had cause you to run into one of the exhibit rooms most cluttered with random ‘junk’ whatever this art installation had gone for it was surely not for somebody to duck behind for safety.

You checked your phone. The news was reporting the attack of the art museum. Authorities had been sent as well as the B.P.R.D...

That made you pause and clutch your phone.

If the bureau was on its way then that meant Hellboy was too.

The very notion of possibly seeing him in the flesh made your heart skip a few beats. The two of you had been communicating on and off for a while now since the private shows had started. You knew mixing work and pleasure wasn’t smart but fuck, you had it bad for this guy.

There was a sense of relief washing over you. He’d be here, he’d take care of this mess. Maybe you’d finally see him and not through a computer screen. You knew things had escalated with him although neither of you had really properly addressed it.

“Please whatever is up there, if I survive this I’m fucking telling him I’m in love with him” You whispered to yourself. This possibly couldn’t be your last day on earth.

Something screeching and something akin to a human scream startled you. You hugged your knees closer and tried not to breath loudly. Gunshots and more screams could be heard.

Then something came crashing into the installation where you were hiding. Your scream was imposible to hold in. The creature was screeching so loudly, a sound that left your ears ringing.

Adrenaline made you run out as fast as you humanly could. You heard the great strides it took to catch up to you. This was it wasn’t it? You were gonna die?

Your legs kept pushing you forward even as your muscles burned with pain. Your eyes hurt from crying and your throat felt like it was sandpaper. Something like a claw reaching for your hair made you close your eyes. There was no way you wanted to see how this ended for you.

Two shots.

Loud and so very clear, the sound coming out of left field made you trip and fall. The screening fortunately had stopped.

“Miss?! You’re safe! Hey! You gotta get out of here now!” That voice you knew all to well. You looked up and saw red and a stone hand.

“R-red...” Your voice was small, a sob catching in your throat.

“Y/N!?” He was shocked, eyes wide as he knelt in front of you.

You weren’t sure how your body moved or if he moved you but somehow you’d ended up with your arms around him sobbing into his neck. Hellboy held you tightly, whispering that you were safe, an array of cusses slipped out as he breathed heavily.

The knowledge that you were here, if he’d been a millisecond too late, all crashed down on him as he picked you up and carried you to safety.

You could’ve died, was all that ran through his head.

You’re alive, was all that ran through yours.

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One helicopter ride, a medical exam and a shower later you found yourself at the home base of the B.P.R.D. A nice young woman by the name of Alice had loaned you some clothes and had taken you to Hellboy’s room to wait. A debriefing was happening and all you could do was sit tight.

You resolved to canceling all your cam shows for the week stating you had fallen terribly ill. There was no way you could work, your hands were still shaking as you typed out the post and notified your one on one shows. It felt like hours as you sat on the couch, you had looked around at his room, seeing and array of personal items that made up his personality.

Such a big part of you often dreamt about this but your nerves had you glued to your spot.

The door opened and Hellboy came barreling in like a tornado. You flinched and bit too hard on your already chewed off nail, so much for that manicure.

“I’m so sorry, I wanted to leave that stupid meeting but it’s fucking mandatory because Daimio thinks it’s necessary, asshole that guy I tell ya-“ He took in your state, the still slight tremble in your hands, the few scrapes here and there. You looked small and scared and it absolutely destroyed him.

In his silence he made his way towards the coffee table and sat in front of you. “You know I often fantasized what it be like to see you in the flesh, this wasn’t how it usually went I promise” He smiled and for the first time in this piss filled day, so did you.

“How would it go?” You asked softly.

“Some mood light, a little wine maybe some music” The two of you chuckled. Your chuckles quickly dissolved in you trying to hold back your tears.

You were almost killed tonight, the shock would take some time to subside. “Hey hey kid, it’s ok, I’ve got you. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you on my watch” Hellboy’s flesh hand rested on your knees.

You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder. “...When I read you guys were sent out, I really got excited that I’d finally see you” You felt his flesh hand stroke your hair.

“I’m in love with you” You blurted out, his hand going to still. “I said, if I’m making it out of this alive I’m telling him, so I’m telling you...” You looked up at him, e/c meeting his golden ones.

“I-Im not dancing around this no more, I’m tired of pretending that what’s been going on isn’t just some work thing that I do, fuck, I love you I really do and I think you do too” Your mouth want dry again, the scratchy sensation making you swallow.

Hellboy searched out your eyes, something in his head was going a mile a minute. Was he searching for a lie? Something disingenuous?

That all died when he lunged forward and kissed you.

A kiss that truly and utterly left no worry.

You were kissing Hellboy. You were gripping Hellboy by the scruff of his shirt. The way his lips molded against yours, the abnormal warmth to them, the softness to them, the roughness of his scruff.

Pulling back for air felt obligated but he’d insisted by pressing the stumps of his horns against your forehead. “Wow...that’s...so much better than I could’ve imagined” He was star struck in a way and it honest to god made you laugh.

The days events took a back seat for now you wanted to take in the being before you. You scanned everything you normally did while on cam with him. Your hands explored his face, running across scars and hair.

Then you remembered what lay to his right and your heart raced.

You gripped his stone hand, fascinated by the texture of stone, how he held your hand with so much regard to his strength. The patterns, the markings everything has you entranced.

“Extraordinary” Was all you could muster as you rubbed on what would be the inside f his wrist. “I’m sorry, is this weirding you out?” You looked at Hellboy only to find him grinning. “Having a beautiful girl touch me? Yes it’s completely weirding me out” He mocked and you couldn’t help but playfully shove him.

“God I need a beer, can we...?” He was leaning over toward the mini fridge next to the couch and pulling said drinks out. “Read my mind, beautiful” He offered one towards you.

This morning you were going about a normal routine, and now after a near death experience you were in the room of a man you had been falling in love with for months. The twist and turns of life.

Around round 3 you’d excused yourself to use the bathroom. As you washed your hands and saw your normal pristine face a little worn down from the stressful events you frowned.

But there you stood in Hellboy’s bathroom. Surrounded by things all him. The tips of your fingers ran through a brush of his. This was a reality right now.

You stepped out and caught him shrugging off his coat. Busying your thumbnail again at your teeth you watched his now visible arms flex with the movements.

“All good?” He smiled leaning against the dresser.

There was a pregnant pause in which the two of you merely just ogled one another from across the bed.

You moved first.

You walked over the bed and stood on it, you reached out a hand that he took without hesitation and with the extra height from the bed you met in a heated kiss face to face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, you felt his around your hips.

In a wordless haste you yanked at his black T-shirt and busied yourself with taking off yours. He watched mesmerized, as always, the revealing of your skin.

The image before you though, god you wanted to scream.

Hellboy undoing his belt and swiftly yanking the whole thing out of the belt loops without breaking eye contact. Off were your pants, and on was him as he took you down on the bed.

It was a haze, breathless kisses and chants of desire. He one handed the button of your jeans and his own. The brief separation to take the offending items off had the two of you giggling almost. In record time he was back on you and you welcomed it with a ferocity to your kisses. Tongue slipping into his mouth, you swallowed a groan of his that vibrated all the way to your cunt.

He was here, you were here. Physically.

You grinned as he trailed kisses over both your covered breast. “Take-fuck-take it off please, now right now” You felt the air leave your lungs when he simply broke the bra in half and met his reward, two beautifully round breasts he had craved more than any meal. Hellboy pressed his face between them and inhaled before leaving a series of bites and marks. Each time he bit down your raised your hips in search of friction.

The heaviness in the air, the warmth of him lapping and sucking at your breast. The heated tongue wrapping around a nipple. Hellboy devoured you, and if your breast had him like this...

“Baby please, wanna touch you too” Your hands ran down his back, sharp nails leaving a path. Hellboy shuddered as he left a nipple with a loud pop. “Go on, I’m all yours” That very comment sent a gush of heat and you bit your lip to hold a moan in.

You nudged him to lay on his back and you climbed on top of him. Hands running over your body, the feeling of that stone hand gently cupping your rear was enough to make you grind down on him with purpose.

“I promised you something every time we spoke, you remember what that was?” You rubbed yourself on him as you began to trail down his body. Hellboy’s eyes were fogged with lust. “Oh, you remember” You kissed his stomach, nails scratching his sides before hooking into the waistband of his underwear.

He was going to have a stroke.

Hellboy watched you slide his underwear down. Eyes hungry and mouth engulfing his cock. He bucked up without meaning to but you caught most of the onslaught by closing up your throat. A minor choke and you were back on track.

Fuck he was big and thick, you did your best swallowing as much as possible before settling the rest with your hand to jerk. The gut punched groan that left him egging you on. He saw your head bob, the way your lips stretched around his length, the blissed out look as you sucked earnestly. “Shit shit, you look beautiful” Hellboy reached a left hand across your cheek.

Letting him go with a breathy inhale, spit on your chin you jerked him lazily.

He was putting this look away for a rainy day. You had no right looking so utterly debauched and perfect.

“C’mere and kiss me, beautiful” Hellboy whispered softly and you obeyed crawling on him to meet him in a sensual slow lip lock.

Underwear gone, or more so also ripped apart. You were now on top of him about to guide his cock into your drenched hole. The initial burn was actually delicious, that breach between pain and pleasure sending a delightful shock through your body. Once fully seated on him you reveled in stretch and burn. “God this is, fuck I-“ You moaned as you tested with a sway of your hips, he was hitting your spot perfectly. You rested your hands on his chest and he gripped your waist.

Hellboy was gone, the sight of you riding him, lost in your pleasure caused by him nevertheless. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever see. Lost to it all you fell forwards, burying your face in his neck. Your impending release had you stuttering your hips. “I got you baby, I got you” He muttered against your ear. You moaned as he held you, hips pistoning upwards to drive that orgasm out of you.

It crashed something fierce, running all over your body and coming out as a scream against his neck. You felt limp as a noodle but held onto him as he fucked his way through yours. When he came he yanked another orgasm out of you along with his.

The two of you laid there, a mess of limbs clutching at each other. Hearts racing, lungs trying to catch up.

Exhaustion won. You fell a sleep on Hellboy, still inside of you, his mouth against your temple.

There was no turning back now.

[sassyduckqueen]

Miraculous: Rise of Anatis 59

Oh damn! This has been a great chapter to write and I managed to work in Dark Bee!! Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed this roller coaster ride of a chapter and get ready for more. It's Miracle Queen next and things are about to get even more crazy! Just as a heads up, Lila's take down won't be in this chapter. I'm sure I've said this before but I intend to have her full take down in my adaptation of Truth which will be my 'season 4' finale so chapter 80. I know it's far away but i promise it will be worth the wait. Anyway, that doesn't mean that Anatis is going to ignore Lila's actions. He is gonna be watching her like a hawk after this and searching for solid evidence to be able to take her down once and for all. I just wanted to let you guys know that so you can read Miracle Queen without been disappointed when a lila take down doesn't occur. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it :D Oh, my miracle queen redesign will now be marked as non spoiler too since she has been revealed in this chapter

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Chapter Fifty-Nine: Loveater (1/2)

~One Week Before Princess Justice~

 Marinette frowned to herself as she sat in the park alone. She had tears rolling down her face and had been crying for a good few minutes. She was so tired and hurt that she didn't even care that it was raining or that she was soaked. It didn't matter. Not anymore. Her whole life was about to be destroyed and she didn't know how to save herself. Lila had been going on and on about how successful she was and of course, Marinette had gotten annoyed and pointed out her lies. Given they were obvious ones this time, she thought her classmates would finally realize but then Lila started to cry and accused Marinette of hating her and having a grudge against her. Marinette pointed out that she wouldn't have a problem with her if she didn't lie. That only made Lila worst and she began to cry so dramatically, it made Chloe look normal when she threw her tantrums. However, it worked on the class. Almost instantly, they began to berate her and tell her not to 'bully' poor Lila. Marinette tried to argue that she wasn't bullying her. She was simply trying to disprove her lies. That's when Miss Bustier told her to go to the principal's office. Marinette did in defeat and was given detention even though she explained she was just trying to help her friends. After that, lunch time came and Adrien came up to her. She naturally blushed and stumbled her words but he told her she shouldn't accuse anyone of lying without solid proof. Of course, that hurt Marinette more then he realized. He thought he was giving her advice, telling her to collect evidence and then show it to her classmates but Marinette saw it as him telling her off and berating in the same way as the rest of the class. Alya had already told her on several occasions that she needed proof that Lila was lying yet she never once verified her source when Lila claimed to be Ryuko's best friend and Aspik's girlfriend. It was so obvious she was lying yet it felt like Marinette was the only person who saw it. After Adrien's "advice", she excused herself and headed to the bathroom to cry. Unfortunately, Lila had seen her and followed her. She tried to be nice to her and worm her way in but when Marinette didn't relent, Lila showed her true colors and threatened her, giving her til the end of the day to bow down to her. That's why Marinette ended up in the park. She ran as fast as she could out of the school and to one of the only places she felt slightly safe. It was odd that she felt safe in the park but she could hide in the merry-go round, which is what she was doing. She jumped as her phone vibrated, causing her to look at it. She opened it and saw it was the group chat that her class had. She opened it, wondering if they were trying to reach her but it was just them spamming it with memes and other crap. Marinette sniffed and wiped her eyes as she realized no one had actually texted her to see if she was ok. She didn't expect her parents to because they were busy and some of the class she knew had issues with texting or phoning people. Juleka was one of them as was Nathaniel so she didn't expect them to but she thought Nino or Alya would have. Yet they had done nothing. Looking at the time, she decided to get up and walk back to the bakery. She needed to change her clothes anyway. She wiped her eyes off her tears and walked with her shoulders slumped towards the gate, failing to notice the purple butterfly fluttering towards her. However, as she literally stepped out, a bike pulled up next to it. 

 "Marinette?" A familiar voice asked, making her look up as Juleka's brother, Luka, climbed off his bike. His expression was one of concern and worry. "Are you ok?"

 She blinked and automatically put on a small smile. It was a mask she had gotten so use to wearing.

 "Yeah, I'm fine," She lied but Luka didn't look like he believed her. His expression became even more worried as her song didn't match her expression. Seeing him look at her with worry and concern shook her and the dam broke. Her shoulders shook as she felt tears in her eyes. "A-actually, no! I'm not fine at all!"

 She covered her face and turned away from him, not wanting him to see her tears. He would just ignore it anyway. That's what everyone did. She began to sob, feeling alone again as the butterfly fluttered closer but then she felt an arm move around her as Luka gently pulled her against her. He was holding his bike with his other hand and she couldn't help but cry as everything she felt came out.

 "I'm so tired, Luka!" She gasped, shaking as she cried. The butterfly fluttered closer to her. "Of all these responsibilities. Of having to put up a front all of the time. Of not been allowed to be who I truly am!"

 "It's alright, Marinette," He stated as he gently moved his thumb up and down on her shoulder, trying to comfort her as she cried. It slowly worked as the butterfly just hovered nearby. "You can tell everything or nothing if you prefer. You can be yourself around me you know... just yourself,"

 She looked up at him as he looked back at her before leaning against his chest, causing him to let go of his bike. It crashed to the floor as he wrapped both arms around her, causing her to close her eyes. For the first time in ages, she felt... warm and safe and for a while, they just stood there. Neither noticed the butterfly fluttering away to find a new victim. Instead, it was just the two of them and the world could wait before she sniffed and wiped her eyes, looking up at him sadly before reality seemed to catch up with her. She quickly pulled away, embarrassed as she blushed.

"I-I'm so sorry, Luka," She gasped, trying to not to freak out too much. "I didn't mean to break down-"

 "It's ok," Luka smiled, making her smile shyly and her heart flutter a little. "You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders but if you don't want to tell me-"

 "I'm been bullied," She stated, making him blink as she looked down. "There's this girl in my class. She lies like it's second nature to her and I realized what she was doing. I tried to call her out to protect my friends because she's promising them everything but no one believes me. Alya keeps telling me to not to be jealous of her and Adrien told me to not to accuse her if I don't have proof and I don't know what to do, Luka. She threatened to destroy my life if I didn't-"

 "She threatened you?!" He gasped, shocked. "Marinette, you have to tell a teacher!"

 "I can't, Luka," She whispered, making him frown."They do nothing... Chloe bullies everyone but none of the teachers do anything because her father is the mayor and Lila is the daughter of the italian ambassador or so she says but the point is the school believes her and they don't bother rich parents,"

 She looked down with a broken expression.

 "It doesn't matter anyway," She stated, looking sad. Luka went to argue but before they could, an explosion got their attention before Ryuko and Aspik landed in front of them. They grabbed them and carried them away as a building landed where they had been standing, causing Luka to look back. His eyes widen in surprise as he saw some kind of monster in the dust but before he could question it, he was dropped off near his home and was alone. Aspik had taken Marinette back to hers. He sighed and dropped her a text, telling her that he was there for her if she needed him. She replied with a simple thank you. Neither of them expected their lives to change one week later when Princess Justice's reign began and Anatis was born...

 ~The Dupain-Cheng Resident, Current Time~

 Marinette hummed to herself as she sew the final part of her gift to Anatis. She stopped and stretched, glancing around her room. Plagg was curled up in his bed, sleeping off his food coma. He had stuffed his face with a cheese danish while she had been working and was now snoring a little. She smiled and shook her head as she went back to her thoughts. Tomorrow was exactly one year since she had became Princess Justice and Anatis had turned up to save Paris. However, she wasn't upset about it been the anniversary of her akumatization. Quite the opposite actually. Since she had became Princess Justice, her life had changed dramatically. Most of her class knew that Lila was a liar, even if some people were still in denial. Though Alya was getting the memo now and definitely started to act carefully around the italian. She had build friendships with people she never thought she could be friends with. Kagami was one of them and so was Chloe and Sabrina. The two girls had turned out to be pretty awesome and then there was her friendship with Adrien. Since she had completely moved on from him, she no longer stumbled over her words or acted like an idiot. She was fully supportive of his relationship with Kagami as well. They made each other happy and she was happy for them. She had also befriended Kitty Section and grown so much closer to Luka. Sure, he had always been there for her before but their friendship was so much stronger now. Even the students at their school had noticed and began referring to them as the everyday Anatis and the everyday Lady Noir. The irony that she was Lady Noir made her chuckle when she heard it. However, she saw why they called them that. She generally considered him her best friend. They were quite the duo too. Luka was always willing to help others and Marinette was kind of his partner in crime so to speak. Of course, she wanted to be more then just his friend but this wasn't like how she was with Adrien. She had realized that what she felt for Adrien was a crush and an unhealthy one at that. She wasn't in love with him at all. She fallen for the person she thought he was but she had him on a pedestal and she was determined not to do the same with Luka. She wanted to truly love him for who he was, faults and all. She also intended to give him a gift for the anniversary as he had been there for her no matter what so she had made two gifts. One for the boy who had always supported her and stayed at her side and one for the hero who had stepped up and saved her from herself. Without Luka and Anatis, she wouldn't be here. She jumped a little as she heard a thump on her balcony, making her smile a little before she got up and picked up the gift she had made Anatis. It wasn't anything fancy. She had made him a scarf with a ladybug pattern as it would be getting colder soon and she didn't want her partner to get cold. She grabbed the small bag of cookies that she always kept on the side before climbing up to the balcony. Anatis was leaning against the balcony, looking out to the city as the light sparkled. He had been pretty quiet on their patrol earlier so she had a feeling he might come to visit her as her civilian self.

 "Hello stranger," She stated, making him look over and smile a little. "It's been a while since you came by,"

 "It has, hasn't it?" He replied, smiling a little. "I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to come back given that your father probably still hates me,"

 "Don't worry. Papa has let it go," She replied, walking over to him. "It's nice to see you again though,"

 "Likewise, Princess," He smiled before shaking his head. "Sorry, I probably shouldn't call you that..."

 "I don't mind," She mumbled, moving a little bit of her hair behind her ear. "So what brings you to my balcony tonight?"

 "I wanted to check on you," He admitted, playing with his hands. "Tomorrow is exactly a year since-"

 "I became Princess Justice and you became Anatis," She stated, making him nod. "And because you're a wonderful bug, you wanted to check on me in case I'm feeling upset?"

 "Y-Yeah," He muttered as his cheeks went a little red. "I-Is that ok? Or am I been too intense? I can go-"

 "Stay," She replied, making him look at her in slight surprise. "I'm not in a bad mood but I like your company, Anatis... you saved me. I actually have something for you,"

 She held out the scarf, making him blink and pick it up as he looked at it.

 "It's a thank you gift for de-akumatizing me," She replied, looking down to the ground. "You were one of the only people who tried to save me and cared about me. I don't know how I could have come back from that place without you or Luka,"

 "L-Luka?" He asked, looking at her in surprise. She nodded as a small smile appeared on her face and a light blush came across her cheeks.

 "He saved me too," She replied, making him look at her with more surprise. "Not in the same way you did but... he believed me when no one else did and tried to help me. I know I failed both of you by falling prey to Hawkmoth but even after that... he was still there by my side. Without you two, I'd be lost,"

 "You didn't fail us, Marinette," Anatis stated, making her look at him as he stepped closer to her. She expected him to say something else but to her surprise, he didn't. He just simply placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, making her blush as he did before he looked at her with a gentle look. "I think I can speak for both me and Luka when I say we will always been there to help you find your way home,"

 "Anatis..." She whispered as tears came into her eyes. She hugged him, causing him to wrap his arms around her shoulders. "Thank you,"

 "Anytime, Marinette," He replied as she leaned into him. He gently pulled away and put the scarf around his neck. "Thank you for making this for me,"

 "It's the least I could do," She replied, blushing a little. "I thought a scarf would be nice since it's gonna be winter again and I don't want you to get cold. Ladybugs don't do well in the winter,"

 He chuckled and smiled as she gave him a small smile before she took out the bag of cookies and macarons as well.

 "And these are for Tikki," She smiled, making him smile back.

 "Thank you," He smiled, taking them from her. "She'll be over the moon with these,"

 Marinette smiled as Anatis sat down next to her. The two of them remained in silence for a few minutes as Anatis played with his hands while looking out to the city. Marinette frowned a little as he seemed nervous before deciding to break their silence.

 "Are you ok?" She asked, making him look as he stopped playing with his hands. "You seem... nervous?"

 "I was invited to an award ceremony," He admitted, making her blink. "Something about the mayor wanting to give me a medal for my bravery and to name the day after me... I guess I don't really get it. I'm not brave-"

 Marinette snorted at that, making him look at her.

 "What?" He asked, smiling a little.

 "You're not brave?" She asked, making him nod. "Anatis, you're the literal hero of Paris. You face dangers every day and fight supervillains to save us from some mad man with evil butterflies,"

 "That's not bravery," He replied, surprising her. "Bravery is standing up against those who wish to harm others without mask,"

 He gently tapped the side of his mask.

 "I have a mask," He replied, making Marinette shake her head.

 "That doesn't make you not brave," She replied, looking over to the city. "I think you're brave. When it came to getting your powers and taking the responsibility of saving Paris, you took it in your stride. You could have freaked out, turned evil or just cowarded away but you didn't. You're not just a hero to me. You're a beacon of hope and a light in the darkness. When it felt like I was drowning and no one was trying to save me, you reached in and pulled me out of that and I know I'm not the only one who thinks that way. That's why the mayor wants to give you a medal and name a day after you,"

 "Marinette..." He whispered, making her look at him. He smiled softly. "Thank you..."

 "Anytime," She smiled. "So are you gonna attend?"

 "I don't know," He admitted, looking down. "I think if I do, Lady Noir should come with me. She deserves as much recognition as I do. I'd even say she's way braver than I am,"

 "I think it's adorable how you talk about her," She smiled, making him blush a little. "It's obvious you admire her a lot,"

 "I do," He nodded, leaning against his hand. "She's my best friend and I like to think I'm hers,"

 "I think so," Marinette smiled, making him smile. Of course, she considered him her best friend but he didn't know that. She smiled a little again before gently leaning against his arm. He looked at her and gave her a soft smile. "Thank you for checking on me,"

 "Thank you for listening to me drone on," He replied, making her chuckle a little before the two of them looked over to the city once more.

 ~The Next Day~

 "Yes, Papa. I do know where the Grand Paris hotel is," Marinette stated as she held her mobile with her shoulder as she placed the last of the lemon and vanilla macarons into the boxes. They were part of the buffet for the Rossi's wedding anniversary. She didn't really want to be at the place, giving that it was Lila's family but her parents asked her to help bring the food to the venue then she would be free for the rest of the day. She closed the box and moved her hand to her phone as her father told her not to be late. "Me? Late? I won't be this time, Papa. For sure! I promise!!"

 "Ok then," Tom replied before he hung up. Marinette put her phone away and picked up the boxes before picking up the boxes and headed to the door. She almost tripped up on the small step but caught herself and didn't drop a single box. She let out a sigh of relief as she heard Plagg snigger at her before she carefully made her way across the shop floor and out of the door. It was a bit difficult but she manages to get out without dropping a box. However, a bike bell made her jump as someone pulled up next to the shop, causing her to accidentally throw the boxes. Luckily, the person on the bike caught them as she recovered from the surprise. She blinked and saw Luka there, making her smile.

 "Luka!" She asked, smiling as she walked over. "What are you doing here?"

 "I was working on a new song for you actually," He replied, handing her the boxes. "One that matches you completely and I think I've found it at last. Do you want to hear it?"

 "Yes please," She smiled, making him smile back before he reached for his guitar and moved it into his lap. He began to play, causing her to cheeks to flush as she listened to it. It was really beautiful and making her heart flutter as he played. He came to a stop, making her blink as he looked at her. "T-that's me?"

 "Yeah," He replied, nodding as she blushed more. "What do you think?"

 "Wow, it's... it's incredible!" She gasped, making him smile a little before he pulled a thoughtful face. "I-is something wrong?"

 "It's still not quite right," He sighed a little, making her blink before he smiled. "I can do better. I'm gonna work on it some more,"

 "Will you play it for me when you work it out?" She asked, making him smile and nod before her phone rang. She picked it up and answered it, causing her father to ask her if she was on her way. "Yeah, Papa, I'm on my way,"

 She hung up and turned to Luka with a little frown.

 "Sorry," She muttered, looking down a little. "I have to go,"

 He put his guitar back and pulled out a second helmet, handing it out to her. She blinked in surprise.

 "Are you sure?" She asked, surprised.

 "I don't mind," He smiled and kicked down part of his bike so it could stand on it's own before getting off it. He walked over to Marinette and took the boxes off her, securing them onto the back of his bike as she put on the helmet before he got back onto the bike. Marinette sat behind him and held onto his waist as he kicked the rod back up and began cycling again. "Where to?"

 "The Grand Paris hotel," She smiled as they did a u-turn and began to cycle there. Once there, Luka brought the bike to a stop and held it still. Marinette jumped off and took off the helmet, handing it back to him before she got the boxes and moved around to the entrance. "Thank you for the lift, Luka,"

 "Anytime, Marinette," He smiled before she gave him a shy smile and gently kissed his cheek. Though she had kissed his cheek on several occasion, it took him by surprise because it felt different. Or more precisely... she felt different when she did it. Her previous kisses were gentle and the kind you expect off a friend but this one was bold and he could feel her intentions. She intended it to be romantic, completely surprising him. However, he shook his head and just put it down to his imagination before returning the smile. "I'll find the perfect melody for you,"

 "I can't wait to hear it," She smiled, making him blush a little. "I better bring these up before Lila sees a chance to make me look bad again,"

 "Lila?" Luka asked, making her nod.

 "It's her parents' wedding anniversary and for some reason, they booked the bakery to do their food," She sighed, making him nod. "Mama and Papa told me I only have to bring the food to the venue then I could leave and have the rest of the day off,"

 "Do you want me to come up with you?" He asked, surprising her. "In case Lila tries anything,"

 "That would be nice if you could," She admitted, blushing a little. He smiled and moved his bike over to the parking area. He locked it up and took off his helmet before walking back over to Marinette and grabbing three of the boxes. She smiled and headed to the lifts. "You're not gonna get in trouble at work are you?"

 "Oh no, I finished my shift before I came by the bakery," He replied, making her nod as they stepped inside.

 "What if Lila clings to you?" She asked, making him look at her as she felt bad about accepting his offer. She didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable or put him in a situation that he was uncomfortable with. "You know if you want-"

 "I'm not gonna leave you alone in the claws of that faker," He stated, making her smile. "And if she clings on me, I'll remove myself from her claws. Of course, if she happens to get hurt... well then that's her fault,"

 "You're the best," She smiled, reaching up and kissing him on a cheek again. "A good side is that Kagami and Adrien are here since their families were invited,"

 "Ah, I'm not surprised," Luka mumbled, nodding. "Isn't Lila's mother an ambassador for Italy?"

 "She is and her father is the Public relations manager for Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci, Armani and Versace," Marinette replied, making Luka look at her in surprise and shock. "I know! It turns out she wasn't lying about her mother's job and her father works with the famous,"

 "So her stories might have a bit of truth," Luka muttered as the lift pinged. Marinette nodded as he frowned. "That explains why she finds it easy to tell them and make them slightly believable. Though she really shouldn't lie so much, even if her mother is part of the government and her father works with the famous,"

 "Agreed," She replied as the lift came to a stop and the doors opened. "Some of her stories are so over the top,"

 "That's true," Luka smiled as they walked out of it. Luka glanced around as they walked across the room. They saw Adrien and Kagami sat by Tomoe and Adrien's bodyguard and Lila herself was leaning against the lift. She noticed him and gave him her best smile but he ignored it and walked past her, causing her to frown. Marinette strolled next to him but cried out as she tripped and fell. Luka rushed over to her as Lila smirked, causing him to glare as she walked away. To his surprise, Kagami and Adrien rushed over as well.

 "Are you ok, Marinette?" Kagami asked as Luka helped her to her feet and Adrien picked up the boxes she dropped. 

 "I am," She replied, nodding. "Lila just... urg..."

 "She tripped you up, didn't she?" Adrien sighed, shaking his head. "Honestly, you'd think she would lay off for her parents' wedding anniversary,"

 He glanced over to the couple and the crowd, causing Luka to look over at them as well. Mrs Rossi was fairly pretty but strict looking. She had the same colored hair as Lila but it was styled in a bun. She was wearing a very beautiful dress that had a silver and gray top with gems across it and a deep green skirt. Her husband wore a matching suit. It was dark gray with deep green detail. His shirt was a light gray and his tie was green. He wasn't anything really special to look at and it was obvious he had some sort of plastic surgery to make himself look younger then he actually was. His hair was clearly dyed and he had some very expensive accessories such as his rolex watch. Seeing him in person, Luka could see that Lila took after him in looks. He had a similar face shape with a rather large forehead and his eyes were the same olive green as hers. However, what caught Luka's attention more than anything was the awkwardness between the couple. It was clear that neither wanted to be there. They were refusing to meet each other's eyes and Mrs Rossi had her arms folded. Her expression was one of annoyance and disappointment. Mr Rossi was completely ignoring her and looking far from her. However, the guests stopped chatting as an usher clapped their hands, getting their attention. It also caused Luka, Marinette, Adrien and Kagami to look over. To Luka's surprise, Mr Agreste's assistant was there, holding her tablet. Noticing his confused look, Adrien leaned over to him.

 "Father has created a very special gift for their anniversary," He whispered, making Luka nod as Mr Agreste cleared his throat.

 "Maria and Marco, on this most solemn day in celebration of your ten year wedding anniversary," Gabriel Agreste stated as everyone watched. "I am delighted to offer this magnificent gift I personally designed for you,"

 Luka rose an eyebrow as Lila walked over to the Gorilla and Nathalie who passed her a box before she walked on stage and presented it to her parents. 

 "My dearest Mr and Mrs Rossi," He stated as they opened the box and took out the gift, putting it on. "I hereby present to you the Gabriel couple cloak, a symbol of eternal love and bonds of marriage,"

 "Ouch!" Mr Rossi growled as his wife knocked into him. "Are you trying to trip me up?!"

 Mrs Rossi ignored him as she turned to Nathalie and Mr Agreste.

 "Thank you, Gabriel," She smiled falsely. "It's wonderful,"

 "Yes, quite fantastic," Mr Rossi replied, smiling false as well. "Truly it's a piece of art... even on someone as strict as my wife. You know I told her to let her hair down for once but she insisted on having it up in a bun. I admire her for it though. It takes a very special person to not care what people think. I think that's part of the reason why she's so successful in her job... that and everyone's scared of her. To my wife!"

 The adults held up their drinks and called out Mrs Rossi's name as if giving a toast to her, making her and Mr Rossi smile a little but it made Luka frown deeply. He knew a back compliment when he heard one and he could feel the hurt that she felt. Marinette frowned as she looked at him before gently poking his arm.

 "You ok?" She asked, making him nod as Lila returned back to her original position. "You sure?"

 "Yeah," He replied as the four of them walked over to Tom and Sabine, placing the boxes down. "Hi, Sabine. Hi, Tom,"

 "Hello, Luka. It's good to see you," Sabine stated as Tom waved before she turned to Marinette. "Before you go home, could you just get rid of these trays for us?"

 "Oh and grab us some cocktail umbrellas," Tom added in, causing her to nod as she and Luka automatically grabbed some of the trays. To her surprise, Adrien and Kagami grabbed some too.

 "You guys don't have to," She stated, making them blink. "You should enjoy the ceremony,"

 "We're good," Adrien smirked as they walked to the kitchen. "It's so boring and we're more then happy to help you,"

 "Well... thank you," Marinette smiled as Luka placed down the first set of trays. Marinette placed hers on top and began to look for the umbrellas. She found them and smiled before heading outside as Adrien and Kagami picked up some of the utils and began to play fight. Marinette came back a few minutes later and turned to Luka. "Well, I'm free for the rest of the day-"

 Adrien's bodyguard suddenly burst through the door, causing the two of them to look at him. They both noticed that Adrien and Kagami had ducked down so they couldn't be seen. He was looking around, causing Luka to blink.

 "Can we help you find something?" He asked, making the Gorilla frown before he left. Marinette let out a sigh as Adrien and Kagami popped back up.

 "Thanks, you two," Adrien smiled, causing them to look at him before a mischievous look came on his face. It was quickly matched by Kagami's expression. "Could we ask a favor?"

 "Could you help us escape?" Kagami asked, making both Luka and Marinette blink. "We don't want to be here and it's not often we get time for ourselves... oh you could escape with us!"

 "Um I mean my parents have everything covered and I don't want to be here much longer with..." She glanced at the door, making everyone understand who she meant. "But the only exit is out there. Your families will see you sneak away,"

 "That's a good point," Adrien sighed before looking out the door. "The biggest issue is getting past the Gorilla. He's stood by the doors as well,"

 Luka looked over, frowning before looking around the kitchen. His luck vision lit up some aprons and chef hats. He grabbed them and handed them to Adrien, Kagami and Marinette before putting one on himself, making Marinette smile before the four of them left the kitchen and walked past the guests. Luckily for them, the Gorilla was looking the other direction for them as they walked by. Just as they got halfway across the room, he looked over and began to move over, causing the four of them to run out of the exit. They ran up the stairs and dropped the disguise, causing them to land on the Gorilla as he followed. The four of them burst through the last fire escape and rushed onto the roof, running down the steps and past the ball pool. Adrien and Kagami looked around, trying to work out where to hide as they heard the fire escape door open. Luka suddenly pushed them into the ball pit before grabbing Marinette's hand and jumping in with her. Seconds later, the Gorilla rushed by and looked for them, frowning as he couldn't find them. He looked under the tables but gave up when they weren't there. He walked over to the lift and took it down, causing the four of them to look up.

 "Luka, that was genius!" Marinette gasped as Kagami and Adrien nodded.

 "Been disobedient is entertaining," Kagami smiled, clearly enjoying herself. "I've never had so much fun in my life,"

 "Really?" Luka asked, surprised before Marinette playfully threw a ball at her, surprising her and making everyone laugh. Luka ducked and grabbed a couple as Adrien tried to aim at him before throwing them towards him and kagami. Marinette laughed and moved over to him, using his height to hide behind him as she threw them at Adrien and Kagami. Seeing a chance, Kagami drove underneath the balls and pulled Marinette under before resurfacing and laughing. Marinette resurfaced, laughing as well but her pigtails had come loose, letting her hair down. For a second, Luka was completely taken back at how beautiful she looked, allowing Adrien to him with a ball. He blinked and shook his head before looking to Marinette again. "Wow..."

 "Huh?" She asked, confused.

 "It's the first time I've seen you with your hair down," He smiled, making her blush and dive under to find her hair ties. Kagami giggled as she tried to find them, causing Luka to help her. Marinette luckily took the joke well and laughed as she tried to find them.

 ~Back to the Party~

 Lila frowned as she saw all the attention of her parents. However, her phone buzzed, causing her to look at it. She smirked as she saw a text from Hawkmoth, telling her to do what needed to be done. She smirked to herself and put away her phone. For the last couple of weeks, she has been causing problems for her parents. There were just small things but she had done things like cancelled flowers, helped her father choose the wrong thing, got rid of some of her mother's work so she had to work late and had been driving a wedge between them. The worst part is it was working. Throughout the whole morning, she had been dropping snide remarks or redirecting things. The best part was when her mother told her off, she would just cry and claim that she was trying to help which in turn made her father coddle her and snap at her mother. However, she wasn't done yet. The pièce de résistance of her plan was the cake. She had already messed with it, changing flavors and icing but somehow it managed to remain the way they wanted it too. She wasn't bothered by that though. She had a plan to use it as the final nail in the coffin so to speak and all was needed was to literally topple it. She knew it would be enough to push her mother over the edge and start one of her infamous arguments. Lila glanced over as Tom began to wheel the cake over, causing her to disappear over to the cart. He walked away to go and get the knives in order to cut it, causing her to smirk and carefully move it to the edge. It was just enough not fall right now but it would the moment anyone put pressure it. With that done, she moved as close to the entrance and typed a message to Hawkmoth, telling him to get ready. Tom returned and her parents walked over. Her father was holding the cloak as they walked over. Lila smirked as they reached it and took one of the knives from Tom before he stepped back. They held it together and placed it on the side of the cake, causing it to wobble and fall. They managed to jump away so it fell onto the floor, making her mother gasp in annoyance before she turned to Tom with a glare in her eyes.

 "You idiot!" She screamed, surprising everyone but Lila. She knew her mother kept a tight lid on her emotions but would explode like a volcano if the right buttons were pushed. "What the hell were you thinking putting that damn cake close to the edge like that, you useless orge?!"

 "Darling, calm down," Her father gasped, making her smirk as her mother turned to him.

 "Calm down?!" She screeched. "You useless imbecile! I won't calm down!! Give me that!"

 "What?! No! You don't deserve this piece of art!" Mr Rossi shouted back as she yanked at it. "You're been ridiculous!"

 "I'm been ridiculous?!" She screamed, making him blink. "No, you're been ridiculous! And this whole thing is ridiculous! That stupid cloak is! That dumb baker is! Why don't you just go back to Italy like you always do?! Hell, I'll paid for the seat for you!!"

 "Gladly and I'll take Lila with me!"

 "Oh no! You won't!" She screamed, making him growl. "You're a useless father!"

 "I'm the useless parent?!" He screamed back. "You're never there for her!"

 "Oh and you are!!"

 Lila couldn't help but smirk as they kept on arguing, making the guests blink as they were unsure what to do. Lila smirked even more as she saw the akuma fluttering into the room and straight into the cloak as her phone vibrated. She looked at it and smirked again before disappearing through the fire exit as her parents accepted the akuma and transformed into whatever monstoriaty Hawkmoth had turned them into.

 ~Back to Luka, Marinette, Adrien and Kagami~

 Kagami smiled as she watched Adrien play the piano while Luka sat on the edge of the ball pit. Marinette was still finding her hair ties. She managed to find them and moved over to the edge, looking to tie her hair back up. Luka looked over at her and gave her a soft smile, making her blush.

 "Your hair looks beautiful," He stated, causing her cheeks to heat up even more but before anyone else can could say a thing, the lift bell rang as two girls ran out of the lift. Luka frowned as he recognized one of them as Renée Marcel. However, her song and expression was one of panic. She glanced around and knocked down a table, dragging it to the lift and blocking it, alarming Luka even more. He stood up, causing Adrien to stop playing as the girls backed away from the lift. Marinette looked over to him.

 "Luka?" She asked, causing the girls to look over and gasp. They rushed over to them as he frowned.

 "What's wrong?" He asked.

 "T-There's a monster!" The other girl gasped as Renée rubbed her arm. "I-It ate my father!"

 "What?!" Adrien gasped, jumping and going to run over to the lift but Luka suddenly grabbed him as the table went flying as the creature burst from the lift. 

 "Under the piano!" He hissed, pushing Adrien towards it as the six of them ducked underneath. Renée gently held the other girl as she shook and Marinette looked at Luka as he frowned. They all held their breath as a snake like creature slithered by.

 "Come out, children," A female voice hissed, sending shivers down their spines.

 "We only want your love!" A male one replied, making Luka frown. The girl in Renée's arms shook as tears rolled down her face, causing Luka to frown. It was clearly an akuma and they needed to escape before it caught them. He glanced around before one of Marinette's hair ties lit up, along with a cake. He quickly grabbed it off her, making her blink at him before he grabbed the cake and used it as a slingshot, firing the cake across the pool and near the lift. It hit something, making a loud bang and getting the monster's attention. It hissed and moved over there. "There you are!" 

 Luka pointed to the fire escape, causing everyone to nod and jump out. They ran over and through the door, slamming it behind them. They ran down the stairs as fast as they could, rushing into the restaurant area. However, the creature burst through the door a few minutes later. It was truly terrifying to look at it. It resembled a snake person but it was pink. It was wearing an outfit that resembled the couple cape given to Mr and Mrs Rossi, making Luka gasp as he realized it had to be them. It had four arms but the creepiest part was it's head. It appeared to spin and switch between Mrs Rossi and her husband. Currently, it was Mrs Rossi looking around but Luka could see her husband's face on the back off it's head. Her face had a massive frown on it, framed with heart shaped lips and jagged teeth. Her eyes eyes narrowed as she stared at Luka.

 "This one has so much love," She declared, licking her lips before her head twisted around to reveal her husband. Like her, he had jagged teeth but instead of a frown, he had a massive grin.

 "Yes, it's making my mouth water thinking about it!" He declared as his eyes glowed.

 "Luka!" Marinette screamed, pushing him out of the way as they fired a pink beam at him. 

 "How romantic! It makes me sick!" Mrs Rossi snarled as she took back control before firing beams at them again. However, Kagami threw a cake at them, along with Adrien. Renée and her friend were curled up, holding each other as the creature turned to them. Luka jumped onto his feet and helped Marinette up as Kagami and Adrien dodged the beam of the creature. "Stay still brats!"

 "Get out of here!" He gasped, pushing her towards the exit before he rushed over to Renée and her friend. Renée jumped up, just as Kagami got hit by the beam and turned into a heart. Luka looked in horror as the creature's head spun into a male face and ate the heart. Adrien screamed and charged at it, causing it's tail to hit him. It turned on him, causing Luka to shake his head. He scooped up Renée's friend and ran out of the cafe with her. Luckily, Marinette had gone ahead but with Adrien and Kagami gone, the creature was following them. Luka ran as fast as he could while holding the sobbing girl and Renée ran with him. He ran up some stairs and into a new hall. 

 "Luka!" A voice shouted, making him look over. Chloe was stood in a door and Sabrina was gesturing towards him. He ran over and pushed the crying girl inside as the creature clashed through. Renée tripped and fell, causing the creature to go and fire a beam at her as it's head spun back to Mr Rossi. Luka rushed over and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the way in time. She looked at him in surprise as he pushed her into the room. He went to enter the room as well but the creature's tail crushed the door frame, causing bricks and debris to block the way. He managed to dive out of the way and backed up as the akuma turned to him, licking it's lips. It's head spun around back to Mrs Rossi as he backed away from it.

 "This boy is full of so much love for his family, for his friend and for the girl who stole his heart," She gasped, licking her lips as she leaned closer to him. Her eyes began to glow as she literally drooled at the idea of eating him. He shuddered a little at the thought of it. "You will make such a delicious meal!"

 Luka manage to jump out of the way before the beam hit him and rushed out of the escape door, running back up the stairs. He burst through the door and ran across the roof, making the creature follow him. Despite its size, it moved extremely fast and managed to catch up with him. It went to grab him but before it could, Lady Noir jumped down in front of them and slammed her hand onto the ground.

 "Cataclysm!" She yelled, causing the floor to crack. It gave way beneath akuma's weight, causing it to fall through. Seeing her chance, Lady Noir turned to Luka and picked him up. "Hold on,"

 He did as told as she ran to the edge and jumped across the roofs before landing by the bridge near the Eiffel tower. She put him down and looked at him.

 "Are you hurt?" She asked, making him shake his head. "Good, please stay here. I have to go see if anyone else needs rescuing before engaging the akuma,"

 "There's four girls possibly trapped in Chloe's room," He stated, making her nod. "But thank you for rescuing me,"

 "No problem, Luka," She nodded before jumping off. As soon as she was out of sight, he hid under the bridge and transformed into Anatis. He ran out and threw his yoyo, returning to the hotel. He landed on the rooftop and glanced around, not seeing Lady Noir or the akuma. He did see Renée and her friend huddled under the piano but Chloe and Sabrina weren't around. He walked over and knelt down, making them look at him. Renée was holding her friend as she shook.

 "Are you ok?" He asked in a gentle voice.

 "T-The monster got Chloe and Sabrina," The shaking girl gasped, making him frown. "They were trying to get us out of here but the monster has destroyed anyway to get out so we headed up here and it attacked us but Chloe and Sabrina sacrificed themselves so we could escape. The creature was hunting us but it suddenly up and left..."

 "I think it was talking to Hawkmoth," Renée stated, making him frown. "It jumped off the building,"

 "Ok," He nodded, taking out his yoyo and checking the news report. It showed Loveater attacking people down the street but Lady Noir wasn't there. He frowned but maybe she was tailing it and decided not to engage with it until he was around. A wise choice. "Do you know who it is?"

 "Mr and Mrs Rossi," The shaking girl gasped, making him frown as it confirmed what he thought. "It's their 10 year wedding anniversary today but everything went wrong then they turned into that monster when the akuma flew into the cloak Gabriel had given them,"

 "Alright," He nodded. "You should stay here. Loveater isn't in the hotel anymore so you should be safe to hide here. Just be careful of the debris ok?"

 "Ok," Renée nodded before gasping. "Our friend Luka-"

 "He's safe," He smiled, making them both breathe out. "Lady Noir managed to rescue him,"

 "Oh thank goodness," Renée sighed with relief as they crawled from under the piano. "Come on, Elise,"

 Elise nodded and walked over to an area of the roof that wasn't destroyed as Anatis jumped off the roof and swung over to where Loveater was rampaging. He jumped down and noticed Lady Noir on a roof, watching it. He jumped across and landed next to her. 

 "What have you observed?" He asked as she looked at him.

 "It's obsessed with destroying love and it moves very fast," She replied, making him nod. "I think we're gonna need help,"

 "I think so too," He muttered, nodding. 

 "Do you want me to engage it or just keep an eye on it?" She asked, making him think. 

 "Keep an eye on it," He replied, pressing the dot on his yoyo. It lifted up, allowing him to take it out and put it in his ear. "And let's keep in contact too,"

 "Ok," She nodded, taking one from her baton and placing it in her ear. He nodded before jumping away and swinging towards Master Fu. He jumped across the rooftops as he got closer but he suddenly fell and landed on the ground as a wave of illness came over him, making him frown and look around. On the roof opposite to him, he saw someone perched. He narrowed his eyes as he saw the blue and purple colors.

 "Mayura," He muttered, throwing his yoyo up and jumping across the roofs, leading her away from Master Fu's. He managed to shake her off by hiding behind another roof. He looked over as she looked around before she lifted her fan.

 "Hawkmoth, I've lost him. He was just passed the rooftops of the Arènes de Lutèce," She stated, making him frown. A few minutes later, Hawkmoth himself landed next to her, causing him to look around and smirk.

 "He's here somewhere" He stated, making him frown as Hawkmoth looked around. "Come out wherever you are, Anatis,"

 Hawkmoth continued to look around before he jumped down and ran over to the roof. He swung off, causing both Hawkmoth and Mayura to chase him so he pressed his ear piece.

 "Kitten, can you hear me?" He asked.

 "Loud and clear,"

 "I need you to go to Master Fu's instead," He stated, sensing the frown as he passed the Eiffel tower. Hawkmoth and Mayura were gaining on him. "Hawkmoth and Mayura are following me,"

 "Do you need back up?"

 "No," He replied, landing on the very top of the tower. "I'm gonna take them keep them distracted. You head to Master Fu's and get the Bee miraculous. That's the one we need,"

 "But I don't know who Abeille is," She gasped, making him frown.

 "Don't worry about that right now," He stated as Hawkmoth and Mayura raced up the tower. "Get the miraculous and I'll meet you soon,"

 "Ok," She replied as Hawkmoth and Mayura landed on either side of him. He glanced around and smirked at them as he took out his yoyo. It just happened to be quite the foggy day today, meaning most of the Eiffel tower was surrounded by a deep fog.

 "Catch me if you can," He replied before dropping off the Eiffel, making both Mayura and Hawkmoth gasp as he disappeared into the fog. He threw his yoyo, wrapping it around part of the tower and swung underneath. He threw his yoyo up and summoned a lucky charm, getting a box of washing up soap. He glanced around as his luck vision highlighted the fire hydrant. He rushed over to it and opened it, pouring the soap in it. Within seconds, it exploded, cover the area in a high amount of soap foam that covered him. He heard Hawkmoth shouting in annoyance.

 "Where is he?! I can't see him!!" He growled as the foam kept growing. Seeing his chance, Anatis carefully moved over to a manhole and opened it as he heard Mayura trying to look around.

 "He must have used a lucky charm!" Mayura gasped as he climbed into the manhole and re-covered it. He ran through the sewer as quickly as he could. He frowned to himself as he heard the manhole open again, meaning one of them was following him. He came to a ladder before he climbed up and pushed open the other manhole, climbing out of it and into an alleyway. He moved over to the edge and saw nothing was around so he ran out and over to the Metro. He ran down the stairs enough to hide but to be able to spy on the alley he had come out of before detransforming. He caught Tikki and gave her a cookie as he waited for the person who had followed him. It took a few minutes but Mayura came out and glanced around, frowning. She lifted her fan to her mouth. "Hawkmoth, he's gone and I can't sense him either,"

 "Damn it," He heard Hawkmoth's voice echo. "Return back to me. We just use Loveater to capture him,"

 "Of course, Hawkmoth," She replied, folding up the fan and jumping up onto the roofs. Luka narrowed his eyes as he watched her run off before turning to Tikki.

 "That was close," She gasped, making him nod. "It was a good thing you noticed them,"

 "I know," He replied, frowning. He was deeply concerned with the fact that Hawkmoth was out and about. He sighed and turned to Tikki. "Are you fully charged?"

 "Yep!" 

 "Good," He smiled before swiping his earrings. "Tikki, spots on!"

 He re-transformed and threw his yoyo up, pulling himself onto the rooftops before running across them. He checked Lady Noir's location on his yoyo before heading to the Pont des Arts. Before he landed next to her, he made sure that Hawkmoth or Mayura had followed him. 

 "It's attacked almost everyone in it's path," She replied, making him frown. "Did you lose your tail?"

 He glanced over, just in case before nodding.

 "Did you get it?" He asked, making her nod and showing him the bee miraculous. He smiled and gently patted her head, causing her to smile and purr a little. "Good job, kitten,"

 "So what's the plan?" She asked, making him frown. "Are you going to get Abeille?"

 "No, it's too dangerous with Hawkmoth about," He replied, making her frown. "If I go to find her, he might try to follow me again and that would directly lead him to one of our allies. I'm afraid this time we won't be able to get help,"

 "So what do we do?" She asked, frowning. "We need the bee to succeed as it will paralyse the akuma,"

 Anatis bit his lip before he sighed.

 "We only have one other option," He replied, making her look at him. "One of us has to merge the bee with our miraculous,"

 "I'll do it," Lady Noir stated, making Anatis to look at her in surprise. "They'll expect you to be the one to do so but they don't see me as important or as intelligent as you. Sure, they want my ring but we all know they see me as the sidekick,"

 "Lady Noir..." He stated as she gave him a weak smile. "I don't think of you like that. You're way more brilliant then I am and I know I've said this before but I couldn't do this without you. You're amazing and my best friend,"

 "I know," She smiled, gently kissing his cheek. His cheeks flushed a little. "But I also know Hawkmoth doesn't see me as a threat so let's show him what this cat is truly capable of,"

 She placed the comb in her hair, causing Pollen to manifest.

 "Hello, my queen," She smiled, bowing before turning to Anatis. "Hello, my prince. How may I be of service today?"

 "Pollen isn't it?" Lady Noir asked, making her look at her as she nodded. "I'm Lady Noir. We need your help to defeat Loveater,"

 "Of course, my queen," She bowed again, making Lady Noir coo at how cute she was before she shook her head and looked to Anatis.

 "How do I merge them?"

 "You have to say the name of the kwamis and unify," He explained, causing her to nod and take a deep breathe but he gently grabbed her arms. "But if it gets too much, don't hesitate to tell me and divide them. Merging these are dangerous and I don't want to see you hurt,"

 "I'll be fine," She smiled, gently placing her hand on his before she pulled away. "Ok let's do this. Plagg,"

 She held out her left hand.

 "Pollen," She stated as she held out her right hand before she closed them together. "Unify!"

 A golden light engulfed her before disappearing, revealing her new form. Her hair was no longer in a braid but was tied up in a curly ponytail with yellow and green on the curls. She had a yellow ribbon tied around the top that resembled bug antennas. Her mask was no longer completely black but had a yellow strip below her eyes, which still had green irises but her scleas were yellow. Her full suit had changed as well. The top half of her suit was yellow with black strips on her upper arms and stomach. The second half was black with yellow stripes on her thighs. Her boots were black with yellow stripes on the calf and yellow heels. Her gloves were similar in design as they were mostly black with yellow stripes. Her spintop was hooked around her waist and her baton rested against her hip. She still had her cat ears on top of her head. She took out the spintop and opened it.

 "User manual," She stated, reading through her powers as Anatis checked the news. She closed it once she had read it before looking at him. "So what's the plan?"

 "Loveater is rampaging by the Arc de Triomphe," He stated, making her frown as he closed his yoyo and threw up in the air, calling for a lucky charm. He sighed as he got a rolling pin. He glanced around before sighing. "I can't see anything yet so let's focus on me luring it to you. Our best bet would be the Eiffel tower. The foam I created should still be there so it would provide a sort of smoke screen and it's still a pretty foggy day,"

 "Alright so I lie in wait there and you lure it to me and then hopefully we can use the lucky charm," She stated, making him nod. "Ok! Sounds like a plan to me!"

 "Alright," He smiled, nodding. "Be careful, Lady... Lady Bee?"

 "What? Oh," She grinned, realizing he meant her new form's name. She grinned before placing her hands on her hips. "Call me Dark Bee,"

 "Dark Bee?" He asked, making her nod. "I like it. Alright, see you soon, Dark Bee,"

 He threw his yoyo and pulled himself onto the rooftops, leaving Dark Bee alone. She took out her spintop and threw it, using it to pull herself onto the roofs and swing through the city, whooping as she did. She landed on the rooftop opposite the tower before glancing around.

 "Dark Bee, can you hear me?" Anatis asked in her ear.

 "Loud and Clear, bug-a-boo," She stated, causing him to chuckle.

 "Alright. I'm bringing our guest towards the tower," He stated, making her nod. "Oh!"

 "Worked out the lucky charm?" She asked.

 "Yes," He replied. "There's a small stand near the tower that sells all kind of things including rolling pins and different types of balls. I need you to cataclysm it. 

 "Got it," She replied, seeing it in the foam. She rushed over and summoned her power before slamming her hand on it, causing it to break and releasing all the rolling pins and sports balls across the floor but no one could see it because it was covered by the form. She threw her spintop up and pulled herself into the tower as Anatis swung near by. "Be careful. All of the stuff is on the floor,"

 "Perfect," He replied, swinging by and landing on the part below her as Loveater rushed over. Almost instantly, it slipped and fell onto it's back. "Dark bee now!"

 "Venom!" She cried out, twisting the spin top and grabbing it. A yellow stripped energy wrapped around her hand and she dived down, slamming it into the middle of the Mrs Rossi face, just as it got up and was about to fire at her. She backflipped away as Anatis landed next to her and threw his yoyo at them, cracking one of the brooches. The akuma fluttered out, allowing him to throw his yoyo and capture it before he pulled it back to him and released the purified butterfly. He unhooked the rolling pin on his hip and threw it up in the air.

 "Miraculous ladybugs!" He called out, throwing it up into the air. It burst into the swarm and moved around Paris, restoring everything and everyone that had been destroyed or eaten by Loveater before returning to the Eiffel tower and getting rid of the foam and restoring the little stand before it burst into the sky, disappearing. Dark Bee grinned before a sudden wave of dizziness made her stumble. Anatis rushed over to her and held her as she blinked, feeling very tired. "Dark Bee, are you ok?"

 "I'm f-fine," She whispered, giving him a smile. "Plagg, Pollen... divide,"

 The golden light appeared again as Pollen reappeared, causing Lady Noir to catch her. She took out a chunk of cheese and gave it to her. Pollen ate it quickly before hiding into her hair. Anatis still looked worried but she gave him a smile before nodding towards Mr and Mrs Rossi.

 "W-what happened?" Mrs Rossi asked as she looked around before gasping as she spotted the heroes. "Anatis? Lady Noir?"

 "You were akumatized," Anatis stated as he walked over and helped her to her feet as Lady Noir did the same with Mr Rossi. "But it's ok now. We deakumatized you,"

 "Do you remember why you got akumatized?" Lady Noir asked, causing Mrs Rossi to explain about all of the things that had gone wrong for the last couple of weeks. Both heroes frowned as they listened before she tearfully turned to her husband and apologized. He began to tear up himself and apologized to her as well before they embraced each other. Anatis frowned as his earrings beeped, along with Lady Noir's ring. He turned to her with a concerned expression on his face.

 "Recharge and meet at Fu's," He stated before throwing his yoyo and swinging off with Lady Noir going in a different direction.

 ~At the Grand Paris Hotel~

 Lila growled in annoyance as she watched the miracle cure spread through the city, fixing everything. That stupid bug and his mangy sidekick had managed to defeat Loveater, meaning she had failed. She kicked something in annoyance as Hawkmoth and Mayura landed near her, making her turn around.

 "I was sure he wouldn't be able to defeat them," She gasped, making Hawkmoth chuckle. "I failed,"

 "No, you didn't," He replied, walking over to her. "You did exactly what I asked you to. You have proven yourself to be a good ally and so I wish to reward you,"

 "Oh?" Lila asked as Hawkmoth tapped his cane, releasing an akuma. Almost instantly, she grabbed it and placed it into her fake fox miraculous, making him smirk. He didn't even need to convince her. "So what powers do you have for me this time?"

 "Miracle Queen, I'm giving you the power to control the entire city including our heroes with your music and of course, you'll still have your illusions," Hawkmoth smirked as Lila allowed the dark smog to over take her. When it disappeared, it revealed an upgraded version of Volpina in her place. Most of her outfit was exactly the same. However, she gained a crown on her head, golden gauntlets with orange diamonds on her forearms, matching armor on her calves and shoulder armor that was black with gold trimming. Hawkmoth smirked before doing a mock bow. "My Queen, why don't you show these heroes what true royalty can do?"

 "It will be my pleasure, Hawkmoth," She smirked, taking out her flute and playing it. An orange ball appeared on the end before she threw it up into the sky. It exploded, sending the sound of her music around the city as it caused anyone who heard it to fall into a trance. "Anatis! Lady Noir! Come and serve your queen!"

 ~At Master Fu's~

 "Is everything ok?" Master Fu asked as Lady Noir gave Pollen a little hug before she took out the clip in her hair and placed it in his hand. Anatis was pacing around, clearly worried. He frowned as he took the comb from her and returned it to the miracle box. Once it was back in the box and hidden in the phonograph, Master Fu got up and made them both some tea. He handed a cup to Lady Noir before getting Anatis to stop pacing and made him sit down, giving him a cup of tea as well. He poured one for himself before sitting down and sipping it. "Tell me what's on your mind,"

 "Hawkmoth and Mayura followed me today," Anatis explained, causing Master Fu looked at him in surprise. "That's why Lady Noir came here instead of me,"

 He ran his fingers through his hair as Master Fu frowned.

 "I lead them on a wild goose chase but I'm concerned, Master," Anatis sighed as Lady Noir frowned. "The only time Hawkmoth has came out in public was Heroes Day and today is the one year anniversary of me becoming Anatis. I think he has something big planned,"

 "This is most concerning," Master Fu frowned. 

 "That's not the only thing," Anatis stated. "Lady Noir asked the akumatized victims why they got akumatized and what they told us gave me a very bad feeling,"

 "What did they say?"

 "For the last couple of weeks, everything that could go wrong had gone wrong for Mr and Mrs Rossi," Lady Noir stated, making Fu frown. "Even things that shouldn't have gone wrong and then today... their ten year anniversary... things continued to go wrong and they end up akumatized..."

 "What are you saying?"

 "Hawkmoth has been planning this akuma for at least two weeks. There's no way this akumatization was just chance," Anatis stated, making Master Fu frown. "I would bet that Lila Rossi is somehow helping Hawkmoth and has been making things go bad to turn her parents into akuma bait,"

 "But they're her parents?!" Master Fu gasped, surprised. "Surely, she wouldn't get them akumatized on purpose?"

 "We suspect that she took an akuma on purpose and she tried to stop Lady Noir from helping me against Big Mama and Little Sister," Anatis stated. "And she is indirectly responsible for reverser as she influenced Alya into trying to claim that diary,"

 "Not to mention she has caused two akumas through framing and bullying," Lady Noir added in, making Anatis nod. "I wouldn't put it past her to help Hawkmoth akumatize her parents but what could he achieve with that particular akuma?"

 "That's what concerns me," Anatis sighed. "Sure, it was a difficult akuma so I had to get help but he could have just had Mayura follow me. Why is he out and about? It just seems... I don't know... maybe I'm been paranoid,"

 "Maybe but your instincts have been right before," Master Fu stated, making Anatis nod. "So what do they tell you this time?"

 "Honestly... this all feels too... easy and doesn't add up..." Anatis stated, frowning. "It feels like the battle isn't over yet and that this akuma wasn't Hawkmoth's master plan. I think he's trying to distract us. Even him following me feels like a distraction. I feel like he wants me to focus on that he's looking for who I get the other miraculous from because that will somehow stop me from seeing the full picture and yet at the same time, I feel like I'm missing something. Like there is something very obvious in front of me but I can't see it yet. Something doesn't feel right,"

 "Then I suggest you follow your instincts, Anatis," Master Fu stated, making him. "Be on your guard,"

 "Yes, Master," Both Lady Noir and Anatis stated, standing up and heading to the window. Lady Noir reached over and opened it, causing the sound of the city to echo in but among it was the sound of a flute been played. The three of them felt their minds turn blank and empty as they heard it. Their arms dropped to their side and their eyes turned a glowing orange as they stared out at the city before a voice echoed in their minds.

 Anatis! Lady Noir! Come and serve your Queen!

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Next Chapter: Chapter 60

[omnivorousshipper]

I'm going to send yesterday's ask here, like you said. I'm going to do an Avatar The last Airbender request this time. If it's in your style, could you do a Sokka angst fic after the war where he's really depressed and blamimg himself for a lot of things because of some events that happen gradually, like Zuko and Katara getting hurt and he gets taken with one of the other Gaang members (it could be Toph, Zuko, Aang or Katara) and they both get tortured, but Sokka's turn comes when the other is out cold so they don't know. And because they don't know, he tries to hide it, and when they find out, they yell at him and stuff for worrying them. And could you make it so that his low spirit makes him need some mental healing as well. Wait, do you do angst? If this is too much, you can say then I can change the request. I may have gone overboard. Oh my god, I tend to go far with angst. Please, please tell me if this is much too long and too angsty. If this is too much, please tell me, so I can change it. Umm...have a nice day 😅

I absolutely love writing angst! You’ve definitely come to the right place, friend! I don’t usually write from Sokka’s POV but I love him dearly, just as much as I love the rest of the Gaang! Thanks for this request! And I hope you have a nice day too!

Warning: Brief descriptions of burns and torture

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The courtyard was quiet as Sokka sat on one of the stone benches in the corner and stared at the pond with unfocused eyes. The afternoon sun was warm on his face and arms, and shown on the pond’s surface beautifully. Turtleducks were swimming in circles and playing to their hearts’ content as their mother sat from the pond’s edge. Following the slow circles of the animals, Sokka hunched over and felt the scrolls in his arms start to slip. Not caring, he kept his eyes on the pond.

           It had been several months since the war had ended, but somehow the world had gotten even crazier and simply loved to drag Sokka along for the ride.

           He had been staying in the Fire Nation for the last two months to help Zuko find people to add to his council. Everyone who had been on his father’s was either power hungry or plain sadistic. As Sokka and Zuko had found out the hard way.

           Shivering, the courtyard disappeared for a second as Sokka saw the small dungeon he had been stuck in. His arms chained above his head for hours on end, sweltering heat surrounding him as he heard lava bubble not too far away from him. But the worst part had been watching how much pain Zuko had been in.

           Zuko’s arms had been twisted behind his back and forced straight upwards to hang in the middle of the cavern they had been trapped in. Leather bags had been forced over his hands and feet to stop him from shooting out any fire while a leather muzzle had fixed over his face. Sokka had never seen Zuko breath fire, but he knew Iroh and Azula had the ability so it wasn’t surprising their captors were taking every precaution.

           Sokka had no idea he had been forced to be a hostage inside a literal volcano, but he would never forget the time he had been in there. Especially when their captor had arrived.

           The man was an old general that had been on the Fire Lord’s council ever since Azulon had been in charge. He had sneered when Zuko had come into the council room, telling everyone that they are dismissed and their advice never needed again. Sokka had assumed everyone would listen to the Fire Lord, but apparently he had been wrong.

           Instead, the old general had simply blackmailed one of the staff to put something in the tea they had been drinking while talking over potential people for the council. All Sokka had thought was Fire Nation tea tasted weird and ignored the slightly salty taste- they were on an island after all. Sokka wished he had known just how easy it would be to drug the Fire Lord. Maybe then he wouldn’t have let Zuko get captured and hurt.

           That was all he could think as he hung suspended in the air across from Zuko. It had been heart wrenching to watch the firebender struggle to get out of his bonds, but only to be left exhausted. He could even see the chains holding Zuko up turn red hot and burn him. He had immediately shouted for his friend to stop.

           They had simply hung there after that.

           Until the general showed up.

           Sokko hadn’t even remember his name back then. He had vaguely recognized the old guy, but didn’t know who he was. He just wasn’t important to Sokka at the moment. Now though, Sokka would never forget his name. General Shakao.

           The man had stepped into the cavern, a fierce sneer on his face as he ignored Sokka and stepped right up to Zuko.

           “Well, well. How the might have fallen.” The man sneered. “And here I thought Sozan’s line would never let themselves be captured. How pathetic.”

           Sokka growled and struggled in his bonds as Zuko tried to kick out at the man. Instead of moving away from the kick, Shakao grabbed Zuko’s ankle. Freezing, Sokka stared at the two.

           “I wonder just how much fire your father had to use to give you that scar.” Shakao wondered aloud. “Let��s test it, shall we?”

           “No!” Sokka screamed. “Leave him alone!”

           His words were completely ignored as Shakao’s face burst into flame and Zuko’s scream could be heard through the leather muzzle. Sokka struggled more and more as he watched, but to no success. He was stuck. He couldn’t do anything. He was so useless!

           Sokka could still smell burning flesh.

           The torture seemed to go on forever until Shakao had dropped Zuko’s leg. Tears were streaming down Zuko’s face and Sokka wished he could do anything to help him. Why couldn’t he get out of these chains? If only he had more training! He should have asked Suki or even Ty Lee about how to get out of chains. Why didn’t he think? He was supposed to be the guy with the plan!

           “So weak.” Shakao chuckled. “And you thought you’d be able to lead our nation? You’re just a weak child!”            Once again, Shakao’s hand burst into flame as he punched Zuko straight in the stomach. It only took a few moments for his robes to burn away around Shakao’s fist. Sokka couldn’t take his eyes off the bare skin that was quickly being burned.

           “Stop! Tui and La, let him go!” Sokka shouted. But no matter how much he screamed and begged the man, he didn’t stop burning Zuko. This went on until Sokka saw Zuko’s eyes roll into the back of his head, at least half of his body burned horribly from Shakao’s fire. Sokka had no idea how his friend had lasted that long, but he was glad to see he was no longer feeling pain while unconscious.

           “How disappointing. No Fire Lord should let themselves be harmed by fire. Disgraceful.”

           “Because Fire Lords aren’t fireproof!” Sokka snarled. He wasn’t sure he was happy Shakao finally turned away from Zuko and towards him. Lifting his head, Sokka met Shakao’s eyes and glared harshly. Anything to keep the man’s attention off Zuko.

           “And a Fire Lord bringing some water tribe peasant into the palace-!” Shakao snarled.

           Before Sokka knew what was happening, a firey punch impacted with his left hip.

           Flinching, Sokka could still feel the burned skin. It was constantly rubbing against his clothes along with all the other burns Shakao had left on him: down his thighs, back, and shoulders. Sokka had yet to look at them in the mirror, but he knew they were bad. Almost as if he didn’t have any skin left.

           Taking a deep breath, Sokka blinked and saw the young turtleducks had stopped swimming around and were cuddled up under their mother’s wing. When had he stopped paying attention?

           Sitting up, Sokka hissed in pain as his back stretched painfully and burned skin pulled tightly. He could feel tears running down his cheeks as he heard the scrolls he had been holding finally fell from his lax grasp.

           When he and Zuko had finally been found by the rest of the Gaang, Sokka had told them to help Zuko first. He hadn’t woken up even after Shakao had left them hanging there with their wounds. They had rushed back to the palace and Katara hadn’t left Zuko’s chambers, trying to heal him. Sokka hadn’t bothered her with his own burns; they would heal by themselves, Zuko’s looked far worse.

           That had been two days ago and Sokka had tried to distract himself from the pain by looking through any scroll he could get his hands on. This was his fault. He should have noticed the danger Shakao had shown to be. He should have told Zuko to have a royal taste tester as his main advisor.

           It was his fault Zuko had gotten hurt.

           Gasping for breath, Sokka scrubbed at his face viciously to get rid of the tears. He was a warrior! He should be embracing the pain and not allow it to control him!

           “Sokka?”

           Flinching hard, he looked up and saw Katara standing in front of him, concern deep in her eyes. He hated seeing his little sister so worried.

           “What’s up?” He tried to go for casual but knew he just sounded tired.

           “Are you alright? Toph said you were hurt too. Did you visit one of the other healers?” Katara asked gently and sat next to him on the bench.

           “Yeah. I wasn’t hurt that bad. Just my shoulders from hanging there for so long, you know.” Sokka shrugged slightly and cringed when even that small motion made his whole back flare up in agony. “But, how’s Zuko? Is he ok?”

           “Zuko’s doing better.” Katara sighed. “But he’s really worried about you, Sokka. He says Shakao hurt you.”

           “No, I’m fine.” Sokka sent her a smile.

           “Sokka…”

           Why did she look so blurry all of a sudden?

           Taking a shaky breath, Sokka felt his chest tighten and a sob broke through his lips. He realized that tears were running down his face again. He couldn’t stop them. Why? Why couldn’t he stop crying?

           Arms wrapped around him and one brushed against his back. Sokka wanted to scream, but instead, a small whimper came out.

           “What’s wrong?” Katara whispered as she withdrew her arm. Without waiting for an answer, she lifted his shirt and he could feel the air on his skin. A sharp gasp left her. “Oh, Sokka, I’m so sorry-!”

           “It’s nothing!” Sokka rushed to say, but it sounded more like begging. He was fine! They would be worried about Zuko, not him!

           “I’m so sorry.”

           When had Katara started crying? His baby sister should never cry, especially not over him. He shouldn’t have made her cry.

           He could feel her arms wrapping around him again, this time around his neck than back and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her as well. Shoving his face in her shoulder, another sob left him and Sokka could feel himself unraveling.

~~~

I hope you enjoyed friend!

[jungshook69]

Comforting him

DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t represent the members’ actions or the army’s actions in any manner it’s pure fiction. This is an original work, do not copy.

WORD COUNT: 2.3K

PAIRING/S: Taehyung X female reader

GENRE: Idol x Staff au ; Best friends au

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: Being an idol brings an overwhelming pressure on one’s shoulders. And that pressure is heightened when there’s an audience in front of you and you’re in a very vulnerable emotional state. Taehyung needs your help. He needs your comfort. And that’s exactly what you give him.

A/N: This is not necessarily my first fanfiction, but it is the first one I’m ever gonna post on Tumblr! Well hope you guys like it and it does well:) Also I’m sorry in advance if there’s any spelling errors:(

Hi, my name is Min Y/N. I’ve been working as an editorial assistant under Big Hit for a group known as BTS for the last 5 years, ever since BTS had their debut.

I was sitting in my hotel room on my desk eyes fixed on my laptop screen as I watched some of the boys on their own Vlives. Yes this became a part of my job for the last 2 years. I was responsible for watching their Vlives and making sure nothing went wrong. By wrong I meant there were incidents when fans asked questions that were too personal or idols lost their cool on Vlive but Bang PD-nim trusts the boys and I was just assigned to do this as a precaution.

Today only Taehyung, Yoongi oppa and Jin oppa were doing Vlives. Jin oppa wrapped up pretty quickly with his EatJin Vlive segment and signed off. Now the only ones left were Yoongi oppa and Taehyung. Yoongi was bopping along to his own lyrics while Taehyung was just sitting and staring at the camera.

Even though it was just me watching his Vlive, I could almost feel his eyes bore through the screen staring straight into my soul. I suddenly saw Yoongi oppa’s screen go black. I didn’t hear him say anything it just stopped. I texted him asking him if he wanted any help with setting it back up but he said that he didn’t have any problem he actually ended it by saying goodbye and everything. Maybe I didn’t hear him because I was busy staring at Taehyung.

And yes I texted him. I know they don’t really text too many people and very rarely females, but me and Jungkook’s makeup artist Park Min-Young, were the only females from the staff that the boys were closest to and most comfortable with. Personally I am the closest to the ’95 liners Jimin and Taehyung, not just because of the same age but we just get along the best.

Soon I shifted my gaze back onto the only Vlive left, Taehyung. He was leaning over and reading the comments. He remained still for a long time with a blank look on his face.

Soon curiosity got the best of me and I wondered what he was reading and began reading the comments too.

Comments:

@army1: Oh my god your guys 3rd muster performance was amazing!!! I was there Taehyung oppa!!

@army2: Aww I’m broke I couldn’t go T-T

@army3: Taehyung oppa are you okay?        

@army4: What happened?

@army5: Didn’t you hear Taehyung cried during the concert?

@army6: Oh my god I cried too T-T

@army7: wHaT?! send me a link aSaP!! T-T

@army8: The concert was just yesterday it’s not up yet!!

I was going through the comments when I heard Taehyung speak up. He looked up at the screen with a serious face. I knew exactly what was gonna happen. He was gonna tell everyone the same thing he told people on the day of the concert. About his grandma.

I was surprised at how calm he was because everyone knew how sensitive he was when it came to his grandmother. He kept a straight face and told everyone about his grandmother. I suddenly heard his breath hitch and looked at him concerned. I knew that face. He wanted to cry but he was holding himself back. I watched as he suddenly picked up his phone and began doing something on there. As soon as he kept his phone back down my phone lit up with a little ‘ding’. I opened it and saw what he had written.

I was surprised he texted me and not Jimin. Without overthinking it too much I quickly put on my hoodie and my white sneakers and put my phone in my pocket and stepped out of my hotel room.

I was on the 2nd floor and got into the elevator to ride to the 4th floor. I reached his door and stopped in front of it. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I heard a bit of shuffling on the inside and about 5 seconds later the door opened and my eyes met with his.

“Come in…” he said.

“Yeah…”

I said as I proceeded to take of my shoes.

*A/N: don’t come at me with the whole stinky feet thing y’all where I live its normal to be barefoot in the house*

“Soooo….” I started.

“Here take a seat”.

I sat down on his bed and he pulled up his chair in front of me.

“I want you to know that you can tell me anything okay. Whatever you feel whatever’s been on your mind just pour it out don’t hold anything back. I’m listening okay?” I said trying to comfort him.

With that he burst into tears in front of me.

“Heyy heyy its okay just let it all out its okay” I said softly.

“You must be thinking I’m such a baby right?” he said sniffling.

“No no no no who said showing emotions is being a baby?”

“T-t-thanks.”

I raised my hand to touch his arm to comfort him. As I touched his arm he looked up at me. I thought he felt uncomfortable so I quickly jerked my hand away from his arm.

“I’m sorry.”

“No no no just—“

With that he engulfed me in a warm embrace. And its not like we haven’t hugged before. We have plenty of times. But this was different. He seemed more vulnerable now. He buried his face in my neck and sobbed onto my hoodie. I could feel his tears soak my hoodie but I didn’t mind it at all. My hand instinctively flew up to his back and started rubbing it.

After a while of enjoying each other’s comfortable silence and warm embrace I felt him stir under me. He pulled away desperately trying to wipe away his tears. I pulled my hoodie over my palm and grabbed his face with one hand. Using the other hand I wiped away his tears slowly. We looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds till I broke the eye contact.

Smiling I said to him, “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Ok good. Lemme get u a bottle of water.”

I stood up and walked over to his side table and picked up his water bottle. I walked over to the bed and sat back down. I handed him the water bottle and he took a sip as I waited for him to finish.

“Don’t look at me I’m a total mess right now.” He said.

“Personally I think you guys look better without makeup.”

He stared at me and the corner of his mouth lifted a tiny bit.

“Yaaahhh there’s that smile.” I said.        

“Thank you so much Y/N.”

“Anytime Tae Tae.”

I giggled. I checked my phone. It showed the time 11.00pm. I didn’t realize I had been here for an hour.

“Well are you sure your feeling okay?”

“Yeah much better” he said smiling.

“Ok cool. Its not like I wanna escape or anything but it’s 11 so maybe I should let you sleep and I should be heading back to my room.” I blurt out. Truth being I wanted to stay with him. But I didn’t want to seem too clingy.

“Oh yeah right.” He said with a disappointed look on his face.

I grabbed my phone from beside me and put it in my pocket.

“I’m sorry I soaked your hoodie.” He said.

“Heyy don’t worry about it.”

“Ummm Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“If you don’t mind me asking how’s your life going? I mean I feel like all we’ve been talking about is me…”

“Yaahh I’m…” I sighed. “…fine.”

“What’s wrong? Is it about the guy your crushing on?” he asked his tone slightly off.

Yes I told Taehyung and Jimin that I’m crushing on a guy but I refused to reveal his name. Well if I would reveal his name to anyone all hell would break loose.

*A/N: I think you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*

“N-no… I mean m-maybe” I said stuttering, scared to accidently reveal the truth.

“Tell me what’s wrong?” he pressed further.

“Don’t you have to sleep or something?”

“No talk to me.”

“Well I haven’t told him that I like him.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because—because I just can’t. Let’s just say it’s forbidden or it’s against the rules or something.”

“You’re still not gonna tell me his name huh?”

How can I tell you that the man I’m in love with is you.

“You’re still not gonna tell me his name huh?” he pouted.

“Nope.” I said popping the ‘p’.

“Are you afraid?”

“Yeah, that he won’t like me back, cuz I’m me and he’s…” I sighed. “It won’t work out.”

“What do you mean you’re you? You’re literally one of the smartest and prettiest girls I know. Your kind, forgiving, humble and caring towards everyone around you.” He said practically ranting.

“Aaaaww thank you Tae but correction I’m not pretty… look at me c’mon?!”

“I am looking.” He says in a deep voice.

He stares into my eyes and his hands reached out to my face as he took of my glasses.

“I think you have beautiful eyes it’s a pity I can’t see them well because of your glasses”

“Yaahh that was Jimin’s line!!” I smile.

“But I meant it.”

He said putting on my glasses.

“Oh god it’s so blurry”

He said pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing his eyes. His gaze didn’t falter once from my eyes. I looked down at my lap trying to avoid his gaze. I could feel my cheeks heating up. I froze when I felt a finger gently lifting my chin up.

And there he was the man that I couldn’t have, the man that I was too afraid to confess too, about to steal my first kiss. He stared at my lips while licking his own. He slowly leaned forward and I closed my eyes waiting for the impact. And then I felt it.

Soft plump warm lips gently brushing against mine. He pulled away to see my reaction and I sat right there with my eyes closed and lips still puckered waiting for his warmth to come back again. He clearly saw me wanting more and leaned in again. This time his hand went to the back of my neck as he pulled me closer to deepen the kiss. He got up from his chair and leaned over me. He began to push me back gently as I felt my back touch the bed and felt him hovering over me. We remained in that position for like barely 10 seconds until the loud doorbell rang.

Me being me, I panicked at the loud sound of the bell and and jerked my head up to sit up and accidently banged my head with Taehyung’s who was hovering over me. I immediately apologized and touched his forehead.

“I’m okay, are you?” he says brushing my forehead.

“I’m fine”

He begins chuckling as he made his way to the door.

“Wait! What if someone sees me here at this time?” I freak out.

“It’s probably just one of the guys relax.”

He opened the door to reveal Jimin look up from his phone.

“Taehyung-ah I saw your Vlive and I cam— oh hi Y/N what’re you doing here so late?

“Taehyung texted me to come over so I did.”

“Oh Taehyung-ah are you okay? Cuz I saw the Vlive…”

“Yeah I’m fine now thanks to Y/N.”

He said biting his lip and smirking at me.

I blushed looking away.

“Anyways it’s pretty late. I just came to check up on you and now that I know you’re okay I’m gonna have to get going. I have practice early tomorrow morning with hobi hyung. I’ll leave you two alone now! Byee!!” he spoke in a blur and left immediately.

As soon as Jimin left I got up from the bed and checked the time, it read 11.20pm.

“I should really get going Taehyung.” I said looking down at my feet unable to meet his gaze.

I started walking towards the door. Suddenly a hand flew from beside me and pushed the door close. I turned around to see Taehyung looking down at me, trapping me between the door and him.

“So your still not gonna tell me his name?” he said, his voice extremely gruff.

“W-who?”

“Aaaww look who’s all flustered.”

“I-I’m… n-not…”

“You know exactly who I’m talking about.”

“Well whoever he is, I think you should tell him that you love him no matter what the rules are. He deserves to know. And if he says anything to hurt you I swear to god I’m going to break his spine in half!”

I think he was trying to be threatening but I found it rather cute. I giggled. Oh Taehyung-ah if only you knew…

“You really think I should tell him?’

“No, be mine…” He mumbled.

“What?” Did I hear him right?

“Y-yes.”

“Ok then I will.”

“Great.” He sighed.

He moved away from me and started walking away towards his bed.

“I love you Taehyung.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly his gaze fixed on me. I looked down at my feet feeling the heat crawl up to my cheeks. I jerked my head up in shock when I heard what he said next.

“I love you too Y/N.”

With that he walked towards me grabbing my face with his hands as he smashed his lips onto mine as we stood there against his door, not wanting to escape each other’s warm embrace. That’s when I knew that something called true love does exist.

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Peter was scared

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Peter was scared. Not quite like “crushed by a building” scared, or “I have a history test tomorrow” scared, or even “maybe that wasn’t the best decision” scared, but a bit of all three and then some, mixing around in his stomach with all the terrified nausea in there. 

And all just because he would be spending the weekend at the Avengers Compound for the first time. Well, that wasn’t the only reason, but he didn’t want to think about the other one yet. Aunt May was going to be out of town for a few days, and as soon as Peter had casually mentioned this to his mentor Tony Stark, Tony had all but insisted that he stay at the compound until she got back. 

So here he was, sitting the backseat of a car headed for Upstate New York. And wishing more than anything that he wasn’t. 

Alright, maybe not more than anything, Peter reasoned, watching the world outside flash by. I do wish I was bulletproof. What’s the point of superpowers without bullet-immunity? Or at least a way to make it really easy to avoid it. Like superspeed. But it’s fine, I can stick to walls and have super strength. Basically really stubborn wallpaper.

Peter spent the rest of the ride thinking about nothing in particular until he saw the large white building looming on the horizon, and he felt his stomach do a nervous backflip and his heart start to pound. And it only got worse when he saw Tony waiting for him, his hands shoved in his pockets and a smirk on his face. 

“Hey there Underoos!” he said as Peter got out, lugging his backpack and a duffel bag with his clothes and toothbrush.

“Hey Mr. Stark!” Peter said, doing his best to mask the anxiety making him want to grimace rather than grin. Tony didn’t seem to notice, and Peter breathed a mental sigh of relief.

“Here lemme help you with that.” Tony held out a hand to take Peter’s backpack, but Peter held it just out of his reach. 

“You sure?” he said with a smirk, knowing Tony would take the bait. “It’s really heavy.” As he suspected, Tony rolled his eyes and gave him an exasperated glare. 

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that. Gimme,” he said, making grabby-hands at the strap of Peter’s backpack. Peter slid it off his shoulder and held it out to Tony. As soon as he let it go Tony had to scramble to keep it from hitting the pavement, ending up with both arms wrapped around his backpack. 

“Jesus--What the hell is in this thing!?” he said, struggling to get one of the straps over his shoulder. “Did you bring some tech in here with you or something?”

“Nope, that’s just my computer and my homework. And it’s actually a bit lighter than usual, I took out all my chemistry and calculus homework since I did it already,” Peter said. The look on Tony’s face made him burst into laughter, easing the knot of anxiety in his chest a bit. 

“Jeez, how do normal, non-spider kids do this?” he muttered as they made their way to the front doors, hunching over slightly, and almost making Peter feel bad for not carrying it himself. Almost. He was literally asking for it. 

“Well it definitely wasn’t a fun time back when I was a string bean with asthma. I had to use my inhaler any time I had to walk more than a block with that thing. Aunt May used to meet me outside our apartment building so she could carry it up the steps for me,” Peter said with a laugh, opening the door and holding it, letting Tony walk through and promptly drop the backpack on the nearest chair. When he stood up straight again Peter heard his back crack and giggled at the frown on Tony’s face. 

“That’s it. I’m making a drone to carry your stuff for you. Cuz that--” he pointed to the offending bag, “--is bullshit.”

“I have super strength, it’s not really heavy anymore,” Peter said with another snort of laughter. “It would be better to somehow convince my teachers I don’t really need five hours of homework every night.”

“Friday, remind me to figure out how much money it would take for a teacher to be bribed into giving less homework,” Tony said as they walked to the elevator. 

“Done Boss. Would you like to put in an order for pizza to be delivered for dinner?”

“You know me so well, Fri.”

The rest of the day passed pretty well, and Peter was distracted from his lingering worries by the gadgets in Tony’s lab and by the pizza and movies they watched together. But when Tony looked at his watch and told Peter he had to go to bed, he felt his heart sink. 

“Wh--It’s not that late--”

“It’s ten o’clock kid, and even superteens need sleep. Plus I think your Aunt would kill me if I let you stay up any longer,” Tony said, picking up the empty pizza boxes and putting them in the trash before switching off the TV. 

“Well, she doesn’t have to know--”

“As tempting as that is, you really should sleep. Believe me kid, you need rest to function, and I don’t wanna have to deal with a grumpy spider in the morning,” he said with a kindhearted smile. 

Peter barely had the willpower to make himself smile back. Tony gave him a hug before sending him off to his room. Peter got changed into his pajamas, feeling dread rise in his throat like bile with each passing second. He cracked open his door before shutting off the light, taking a small comfort in the fact that Tony would be staying up a little longer. He climbed into bed and did his best to fall asleep before the light in the hall went out. 

~~~

Peter’s eyes opened without his permission. He’d been asleep, and then quite suddenly, he wasn’t. But the effect of waking up was almost instantaneous. 

He couldn’t even see his blankets in front of his face, the darkness was so thick. It was surrounding his arms like heavy ink, filling his lungs with black ashes and crushing him, crushing him like a ton of concrete. He tried to calm himself, to ground himself with something, but he couldn’t see, and the panic was making his fingers feel numb, and seemed to stuff his ears with cotton. 

He threw himself out of bed, stumbling and feeling his bedside table for his phone, but when he couldn’t find it he felt the walls for a light switch. He wanted to cry when he finally felt his fingers graze the small switch, and he flicked it on. 

Nothing happened. 

“No, no no no no--” Peter whimpered, flicking it up and down and up and down, before feeling for the door still resting ajar. He stumbled into the hallway, and even though the windows provided a tiny amount of light, it was too cloudy outside to help much at all. Peter tried the hall lights, then the kitchen, then the living room, feeling tears tumble down his face as they all gave the same, terrifying result as the one in his room. 

“Please, please please please work, please--”

“Kid?”

Peter jumped so hard he almost crushed the switch he was frantically flicking. He turned, and there was Tony, his arc reactor glowing bright through his thin pajama shirt, providing the light Peter had been desperately looking for. Peter had to stop himself from flinging his arms around his mentor. 

“Wh-Why don’t any of the lights work?” Peter said, his voice trembling from fear and tears. 

“There was a storm--the thunder really didn’t wake you? It knocked out the power,” Tony said. 

“N-No, I… I have really loud neighbors.” Peter sniffed, wiping his eyes. “I-I’m s-sorry I woke you up. I d-didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine, I was just in my room reading anyway--Woah, wait are you crying?” Tony said as he came close enough for his metal heart to light up Peter’s face. Peter started wiping the tears away more quickly, ducking his face a little. 

“Oh, uh, no it’s ok, I’m--”

“Oh Peter,” Tony said softly, laying a hand on Peter’s cheek and wiping a stray tear from his eye. “What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”

“N-no,” Peter said, feeling his face grow hot. 

“Are you sick? Are you hungry? Did you get hurt out on patrol? Peter you gotta tell me when these things happen--”

“No, no no no, it’s not anything like that,” Peter said. “It’s just… it’s stupid. It’s really really stupid.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that,” Tony said gently, pushing curls out of Peter’s shining eyes. “Whatever it is, it scared you, and you don’t have to be ashamed of being scared. Just tell me what happened kiddo.”

Peter ducked his head and squeezed his eyes shut, wringing his hands for a few seconds before he spoke. 

“I-I’m scared of the dark!” he blurted. “I-I woke up and the light in the hall was off and it was so dark it-it felt like I was suffocating, and I couldn’t even see my blankets or find my phone and then the lights wouldn’t work and--” Peter broke off with a sob, burying his face in his hands. “It didn’t used to be like this! I used to be able to sleep fine! But now whenever I’m in the dark by myself I feel like there’s something crushing me, like I’m being buried alive by a bunch of concrete and bricks and dust--”

Peter started crying even harder now, the tears falling so fast and his chest growing far too tight to speak any more. Luckily, it seems he didn’t have to, because Tony circled his arms around him, pulling him tightly to his chest so that Peter's head laid right beside his arc reactor. He ran his fingers through Peter’s hair while his other hand rubbed his back as Peter slowly regained composure. When his sobs had reduced to small hiccups and sniffs, Tony spoke. 

“There you go. You’re all spent huh? I haven’t seen you cry like that in a little while,” he murmured, starting to slowly rock them both side to side. 

“I--I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

“Shhh, it’s okay. I don’t care about the crying, it’s okay to cry, remember? And it’s not stupid to be scared of the dark. You’ve been through a lot Pete, and you’re still just a kid. It makes sense that you’re scared of the dark. It’s okay to be scared,” he said, still speaking in that soft, calm voice that made Peter’s shoulders relax. 

“It’s just… kind of annoying,” Peter mumbled. “I know I’m safe, but when I wake up in the middle of the night like that I’m all like, disoriented and freaking out and too tired to get my thoughts in a logical row.”

“What do you usually do when this happens? Does your Aunt know about this?”

“Aunt-Aunt May knows, and I… I, um…” Peter trailed off, feeling his face turn bright red. Tony chuckled, causing Peter’s head to shake slightly on his chest. 

“I won’t judge you kiddo. Just tell me,” he said. Peter bit his lip and avoided Tony’s eyes. 

“I um… I have a nightlight,” he said. “It uh… it looks like your arc reactor.”

“Does it now? So even little toddler Peter liked Iron Man, did he?”

“No--I mean yeah, I did when I was little too, but um, my nightlight from when I was little broke a long time ago. Aunt May bought that for me after the first time I freaked out in the middle of the night,” Peter said. 

“Huh. Why the Iron Man light?”

“It’s not an Iron Man light. It’s a Mr. Stark light,” Peter said. Tony had to think about what he was saying for a moment before he got it.

“Ohhh, I’m your nightlight?”

“Yeah.”

“I… I keep you safe? I stop the uh, the crushing feeling?”

“Yeah.”

“So, why didn’t you bring your, heh, your Mr. Stark light with you? Did you forget it?”

“No, I just… I didn’t want you to make fun of me,” Peter mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Oh kid… I’m sorry,” Tony said, resting his chin on Peter’s head. 

“Huh? For what?” Peter said, opening his eyes in surprise when Tony hugged him a little closer.

“I clearly haven’t done a great job of making sure you know I wouldn’t make fun of you for something like that. I would never make fun of your fears kiddo, even if I did think they were silly. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear earlier,” Tony said. 

“Oh. Um, it’s alright, it’s fine,” Peter said, not entirely sure what else to say, and absentmindedly tracing his finger around the edge of Tony’s heart. 

“Heh, it’s not really, but I see what you’re trying to say,” Tony said with a small smile. “Well, since we can’t exactly go out and get your Mr. Stark light right now, why don’t you have the real thing for tonight?”

Peter blinked, then lifted his head off Tony’s chest, staring up at him in confusion. 

“What do you mean?”

“You want to sleep in my room tonight kiddo? I’ll be your light, I’ll make sure the dark doesn’t get you,” Tony said.

“A-Are you sure? I don’t wanna intrude or--”

“I’m offering, Spiderling, it’s not intruding if I offer.”

After a moment Peter smiled and nodded, and the two headed to Tony’s room. Tony was sure to grab Peter an extra blanket to help with his thermoregulation, and then they both slid under the covers. 

“Goodnight kiddo,” Tony said, being sure his arc reactor wasn’t hidden beneath the covers. 

“‘Night Mr. Stark,” Peter said with a yawn. “Thanks for being my nightlight.”

Tony smiled, warmth growing in his chest. 

“Of course Peter. If there was only one thing I could use this heart for, I’d want it to always be your light in the dark.”

[denqis]

friends with benefits x bakubros

this is x fem! reader

warnings: smut, 18+, choking, unprotected sex

kaminari denki

- you and denki have known each other since kindergarten

- you never thought of him as anything but a good childhood friend

- you used to hang out a lot together, getting drunk

- you usually talked a lot about sex, sexual preferences, your kinks etc.

- you get very horny when you're drunk

- every time the topic would come up, he'd just listen and watch with risen brows and a little smirk

- you were so kinky, he liked it

- then, at kirishima's birthday party the two of you constantly stole glances

- you didn't know what was going on, you suddenly felt butterflies everywhere when you looked at him

- as the night progressed you sat closer and closer to him

- all of the sudden you felt his hand on your thigh, butterflies literally exploding in your stomach

- he was very careful at first, unsure of what to do

- but then you put your hand on top of his and he knew

- one hand was intertwined with yours while the other crept closer and closer to your core, drawing circles on your inner thigh

- you felt kiri's stare on you and felt really embarrassed, this was a guy you had known since you can remember

- the night neared it's end and you were one of the last two leaving

- your dad picked both of you up, you getting in in front, him right behind you

- it was awkward, until you suddenly felt his hand reaching through the small opening between door and seat

- you held hands the whole ride home until he got dropped off

- you lived two blocks from each other

- you were super tired and got ready for bed, when he called

- the call was very very awkward because you didn't know what to do

- in the end you climbed through a window and ran to his place

- he greeted you with a hungry kiss

- as soon as you were in his room he continued kissing you, y'all made out for a solid five minutes

- suddenly he lifted you up, making you squeal

- he dropped you onto his bed where he continued kissing you

- "shit, you kiss so good?"

- he was breathless and you just continued kissing him, a sly smile on your face

- he knew you were a virgin and he knew you didn't feel confident in your body from all the drunk deep talk

- he explored your body and praised it

- "you're so hot."

- dry humps you and you FEEL it

- he then continues exploring your body, massaging your tits and choking you

- you lean into his touch, "more"

- he tightens his grip, a smirk on his face

- "more.."

- he fucked you, hard

- it was amazing, he knew what you wanted and how you liked it

- he wanted you to sleep over at his but since you climbed through the damn window you had to return home

- y'all meet up frequently to fuck

- exchanging knowing glances at school, during class

- sneaky touches in gym class

- this is basically my personal experience but pssh

kirishima eijirou

- you and eiji hit it off almost immediately after getting into ua

- you once accidentally stepped into the boy's bathroom

- ok fine it was a dare from the other girls and they guaranteed you that no one would be in there

- well, they were wrong

- you went in there in just an oversized shirt and panties, your basic sleeping attire

- that's just how the girls hung out

- the shirt was white and had your favorite pokemon printed on it

- just your luck, kirishima was in there too

- the boy takes steaming hot baths

- the steam immediately making your shirt cling to your body

- "y/n?!"

- oh my god this was so embarrassing, he had free vision on your nipples

- but he's a gentleman so he just stared at the floor, asking you why in the world you were there in the first place

- "i got lost.."

- you bit your lip, kirishima's muscles were deliciously defined and bulky

- you took a few steps towards him, admiring his build

- he visibly shivered and stared right into your eyes

- "what are you doing?"

- he was whispering and it was so god damn hot

- "enjoying the view?"

- you were unusually bold but if you were being honest, he had caught your eyes long before

- you'd be lying if you hadn't fantasized about him dominating you

- "we shouldn't be doing this, what if someone walks in?"

- he was panicking, but once his eyes caught your hard nipples his primal instincts took over

- "we're not doing anything though?"

- you played innocent and he was loving it

- "not yet anyways."

- he had you against a wall and started kissing down your neck, his huge hands playing with your boobs and flicking your nipples

- you were about to moan when his lips latched onto yours

- "you brought this upon yourself."

- you completely forgot about the girls waiting for you to return and just melted into his touch

- i don't think kiri could hide the fact that you've had sex

- so yeah the whole squad knows by the end of the week

- you text him a lot, wanting more and he always gets this smile and blush that gives it away

- bakugou is so annoyed by it

- "i bet that she'd be all over me too."

- but you aren't

- you love kirishima's body and god his stroke game and oral skills are to die for

- you're awfully obvious that something's going on

- you almost meet daily at this point

- i feel like he's quick to harbor feelings tho

- so unless you want your fuck-buddy to turn into your boyfriend i don't think he'd stick around for long

- it'd hurt him too much

sero hanta

- bitch

- this boy is so touch-deprived

- you knew, the whole class knew

- but he never dared to come onto anyone, let alone you

- you were best friends and he trusted you with everything

- one night you showed up at his room, sobbing

- he knew why, you had planned on confessing to your crush that day

- apparently he had rejected you

- he opened his door and you jumped into his arms, his face buried between your boobs

- "hanta.."

- you were miserable, sobbing but somehow the scent of his hair and his incredibly strong grip around your thighs calmed you down

- you leaned back a bit, sniffling and looking down on his blushed cheeks

- "y/n, i'll always be here for you."

- he tried to remain calm but deep down he just tried to prevent a boner from popping at such a inconvenient time

- you wanted to sleep over, he was okay with it

- you had slept over a countless amount of times already

- "you want the hammock or my bed?"

- "can we sleep together?"

- he almost choked, you didn't mean it like that, surely

- "sure!"

- he laid down, breathing calmly

- until you crawled on top of his chest, blushed a deep red

- "i.. haven't touched myself in weeks."

- ok???? his heart almost dropped out of his ass

- "could you?"

- you took his hand and guided it down your pants

- "we really shouldn't y/n."

- "are you going to reject me too? am i that disgusting?"

- holy fuck that broke his heart

- he sits up and pulls you in for the most loving kiss ever

- "you're great."

- he flips you over and finally lets loose

- he fingered you for HOURS, he had you screaming his name

- if it wasn't for his tape across your mouth the whole dorm would've known

- hammers into you relentlessly

- after that night he's scared that you won't be able to return to how you were before

- but both of you handled it surprisingly well

- "thanks for the other day."

- both of you are too shy to directly ask for a second time but if there's enough tension and maybe weed/alcohol i'm sure something is to happen again

bakugou katsuki

- you had been clashing with him for a long time

- every time he'd insult you or your friends you'd talk back at him

- he had threatened to beat you up so many times but never actually went through with it

- today was just like the other days, shoto said something and bakugou just had to comment on it

- "oh someone suffers from small dick syndrome? how unfortunate."

- "shut the fuck up before-"

- "before what? you bash my face in?"

- you rolled your eyes and focused on the work in front of you

- you were about to leave when bakugou jumped up and slammed you against a wall

- your lungs almost collapsed from the impact as you gasped for air

- "what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

- he stared at you, not saying anything

- his fiery stare made you blush, up close he was really really good looking

- "fucking bitch."

- he sneered and let you go

- usually you'd fire back an insult at him but his caramel scent and face still clouded your mind

- that night you couldn't fall asleep for various reasons and decided to take a stroll around campus

- "what are you doing here?"

- his deep, raspy voice came from the kitchen and your core clenched at the sound

- you shouldn't be like that, you couldn't just let him win you over like that

- "i asked you something didn't i?!"

- his voice suddenly was right at your ear, sending shivers down your entire body

- he took your hair into his hand and pulled your head back

- the strain on your neck made you hiss

- "not so tough now, huh?"

- his free hand wrapped around your throat as his body pressed you against the nearest wall

- you gasped when you felt his erection press against your ass

- "bakugou, stop it. i'll kill you."

- your voice was squeaky and strained

- he chuckled and roamed his hands down your backside, toying with the hem of your joggers

- "go on, try and kill me."

- two of his fingers rubbed over your clothed slit roughly, elicting a low moan

- "fuck bakugou."

- "that's more like it, no, brat?"

- he roughly turned you around and ripped your joggers down your legs in another swift movement

- heat shot to your cheeks, you weren't wearing any panties and your light grey pants already showed your wetness

- "so you're enjoying this?"

- he just took your left leg and wrapped it around his waist, plunging two fingers at once in

- you cried out and threw your head back

- "shut the fuck up, we don't want to wake anyone up."

- he scissored his fingers a few times and curled them up against your g-spot

- you came all over his fingers

- "holy shit, bakugou more."

- he's wearing the cockiest smile ever

- and when he gets out his hard cock you just can't help but moan out loudly

- "what was that again about my cock being small?"

- he didn't hesitate and pushed into you, burying himself to the hilt

- you were trying your best to stay quiet but as soon as he started moving you lost it

- you were a moaning, whimpering mess

- "i told you to shut up."

- your eyes are glassy and your mouth hangs wide open and he suddenly feels so drawn to kissing you, so he just does

- you were surprised but hungrily kissed back

- he came inside and you wanted to kill him, but once he pulled out and took a step back you fell to the floor

- "if you're always this wrecked after one round i don't think we can carry on doing this, princess."

- he carries you to your room aw

- after sex bakugou is surprisingly soft

- both of you got addicted to each other after this ngl

- you loved having no strings attached

[ilovefandoms102]

Part 23

Summary: John B. escapes, but not like how you thought he would...

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Part 22 

AU:Part 24 

Note: I started a new series featuring an OC and Kylo Ren/Ben Solo on my Wattpad under the same username! If you like Star Wars go check it out!

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We waited for what felt like hours for John B., I started to grow worried if something bad had happened. I paced around my yard while the other Pogues chilled on the porch. I pulled out my phone, anxiously waiting for a text or a call at least from my brother. He should have already been here.

“Where the hell is he?” I asked, turning to face my friends. 

“Maybe there were complications?” Kie said as more of a question. I could see she was almost as worried as I was. 

“You’re stressing yourself out too much baby, take a breather.” JJ said, standing to play with his hacky sack. 

Just then we heard a car coming up to the chateau, a police car. We all jumped into action, I backed up closer to the boat. John B. jumped out of the driver side, all of us sighing in relief. I ran to my brother, crushing him into a hug.

“You scared the shit out of me asshole” I said, playfully shoving him. 

“Is everything ready to go?” he asked, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and crying. My heart tightened in my chest, I wasn’t prepared to let him go.

“Yeah, I packed some stuff for you.” I said, all of us walking to the boat. 

“Love you man, be careful.” Pope said, doing their handshake before embracing for a brief moment.

“Please don’t do anything stupid.” Kie said, tears streaming down her face as she hugged him.

“I love you bro, we’ll meet ya down the coast as soon as we can.” JJ said, the two boys embracing each other for a long moment. I could see tears in JJ’s eyes, despite him trying to put on the tough guy act. 

“I hate this so much” I whispered, tears pouring down my face. My brother and I both sobbed when it came to our turn to hug each other. 

“I-I don’t want to leave you,” John B. cried, burying his face into my neck and I doing the same to him.

“I know, I don’t want you to go either Birdie.” I whispered.

“I love you so so much Bubba. I can’t imagine my life without you, you’re my best friend.” JB blubbered, squeezing me tighter. 

“Do I beat Sarah?” I asked, earning a watery laugh from John B.

“Of course, you’re my sister. Do I beat JJ?” he asked, sniffling. 

“Hey!” JJ yelled jokingly, earning a laugh from all of us.

“Yes of course you do Birdie, you were my first friend. My twin, we literally have shared our whole lives together.” I said, rubbing his back before pulling away. He got on the boat, looking back at us.

“Thank you guys, I’m sorry I got us into this mess” he said, tearing up again. The Pogues held each other close.

“At least we did it together,” I said, looking at my friends then back to John B..

John B. pulled away from the dock, turning back to wave one more time. When he turned back around, my chest started to burn. I let out a choked sob, JJ putting his arms around me from behind and laying his head on my shoulder. Kie and Pope coming to hug me as well. The chateau was then surrounded by hundreds of cops, I grabbed on to JJ tight.

“Where did he go?” one cop asked.

“He’s gone” JJ said.

“You kids come with us” Shouppe said, several cops coming to push us into the vehicles.

We were driven to the Cameron’s where the police had a huge tent set up. I spotted Ward talking to some policemen. My blood boiled, wanting nothing more than to strangle that man myself for what he did to my brother. I was brought to a separate tent, joined by two officers.

“Do you know where your brother is going?” one asked.

“Even if I did know I wouldn’t say shit, you have the wrong person blamed for the sheriff’s murder. It was not my brother.” I said, leaning back to cross my arms. 

“There is a tropical storm your brother is driving straight into, with Mr.Cameron’s daughter on board-” the other officer stated, getting agitated by my attitude.

“Sarah is very capable of making her own choices officer, my brother has nothing to do with that!” I yelled, getting angrier by the minute. 

“We’re trying to save your brother from this storm” he said.

“No! You want him to come back so you can throw him in jail for a crime he didn’t commit!” I shouted, pounding my fists on the table. 

“And how do you know he didn’t do it?” the other one asked.

“I was there you idiots!” I yelled, they both looked at each other confused.

“I see Ward left that out that I witnessed what actually happened.” I said, relaxing now that I thought they might actually listen to what I have to say. Maybe they would even believe me. 

There was a sudden commotion comig from the other side of the tent, both officers rushing out, I followed behind them. Ward was talking on a radio, I immediately grew anxious.

“Son, just come back. You won’t make it through the storm, John B. we just want you and Sarah safe.” Ward said, actually acting concerned. 

“You killed my father, and you tried to kill me and my sister. Then, you blamed me for a crime I didn’t commit! Fuck you Ward!” my brother said from the other end of the radio. 

The officers looked at Ward, Shouppe saying they needed to question him. I went to find my friends, spotting them in another tent they had set up. JJ jumped up as soon as he saw me, pulling me into his arms.

“You ok sweets?” he asked, brushing some of my hair out of my face.

“Ward didn’t tell the officers I was there when Rafe shot the sheriff. I think this might really be an asset on JB’s part. They radioed him and he spilled how Ward tried to kill us and that he killed dad.” I said. 

I sat back down with JJ, leaning my head on his shoulder as we waited for the officers to give us an update. The rain was coming down hard, the wind blowing water inside the tent. I shivered from the chill of the wind, JJ wrapped me up in his arms to keep me warm the best he could. We also had to wait on Pope and Kie’s parents since they wanted to question them as well, I didn’t have anyone, and JJ didn’t really either. The officers came back in, somber looks on their faces.

“We lost him” Shuoppe said, looking at the ground. 

“So he got away?” Kie said, all of us smiling at each other.

“No, we lost him in the storm. He drove right in the middle of it, I’m sorry.” he said. My heart dropped, everything around me started to spin. 

“So they’re dead?” I asked, tears welling in my eyes. 

“YOU LED HIM RIGHT INTO THAT STORM!” JJ screamed, lunging at Shouppe.

“JJ stop!” I said, pulling on his shirt. 

Kie started to sob loudly, pulling me into her arms as we both cried. JJ pulling me away to crush me into his chest, I wailed loudly. I lost all the feelings in my limbs, completely relying on JJ to hold me up.

“He’s gone JJ” I wailed, my shoulders shaking as I sobbed louder.

“I know sweets, I’m so so sorry” he whispered, kissing my cheek.

Kie’s parents, followed by Pope’s came in. They all hugged and I couldn’t move away from JJ. 

“My baby brother” I cried, soaking JJ’s shirt at this point. Then Ward came in the tent, looking at me with regret. “You son of a bitch!” I yelled, charging at the man responsible for all of this. I landed a punch before JJ was struggling to pull me away. “You greedy ass motherfucker! You couldn’t let two teenagers who have struggled their whole life have something beautiful because all you fucking care about is money and power! You are a cold-hearted murderer Ward Cameron! Fuck you!” I screeched, clawing at his face as JJ dragged me away.

“Baby, stop” JJ whispered, turning me around to bury my face into his neck. I wailed, struggling against him at first before I broke down again. 

“He can’t be gone, he can’t” I sobbed. “My brother-h-he” I cried, at this point I was beyond hysterical. My heart had been ripped to shreds.

I was truly alone.

Pope’s parents drove JJ and I back to the chateau. I was zoned out, staring out the window at nothing. I was still trying to process what happened mere minutes ago. John B. and Sarah were dead.... this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. They were supposed to get down to the Bahamas, we would clear his name, get the gold, and then live happily ever after. How the tables have turned now. I could feel JJ’s stare, my hand limp in his not because I didn’t want to hold it. I just couldn’t feel anything, I felt so lost. Like a part of me is gone, how was I supposed to go on without John B.? We were each other’s back bones, he was the glue that held the Pogues together. 

We pulled up the chateau, I thanked Pope’s dad for the ride. JJ, Pope, and I got out of the car. Pope hugged me, telling me how sorry he was. JJ joined our hug, this was all that was left of our original friend group. The four of us grew up together, went to all the same schools, and all of us being attacked by a Kook at least every other day. 

“Love you guys, I’ll see ya later I guess...” Pope said, getting back in the car. 

I walked into the chateau, looking at all the pictures of John B. and I. Some of our dad, our uncle, and the Pogues. I went in my dad’s office, finding everything he had on the Royal Merchant. I put it in a trashcan, taking it outside.

“Babe, what are you doing?” JJ asked, following me outside.

I gathered up some branches, poured some gas on them, and lit them on fire. I took the trashcan and dumped all the papers into the fire, watching them burn.

“Why did you do that?” JJ questioned slowly.

“So no one can get their hands on anything to do with this shit anymore, it brings nothing but death and heartache.” I said coldly, staring at the fire. JJ put his arms around me as we watched the fire burn.

“I love you,” he said, kissing my shoulder.

“I love you Maybank” I said, turning my head to kiss him.

I didn’t know where we would go from here. I was sure that as long as JJ was at my side, things would be ok. I would avenge John B.’s death by getting that gold, and I would make both him and my father proud. 

[noladyme]

The Crown Princess of Charming - part 8

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

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8

My heart felt like it literally broke in my chest. I fell onto the couch, and heaved for breath. Was this even my home anymore? Was Jax mine? What am I doing here? My car was parked outside. I could just get in; drive far away from here. But I had nowhere to go anymore. All my things where at the clubhouse. All I had was one suitcase with a few clothes. My job, my belongings, dancing – all that had made me, me… none of it was in my hands anymore.

Joshua had done his best to rip away from me all that was mine; and now that I was supposed to be free of him – free to build the life I wanted – it seemed like there was nothing to build on.

Jax texted me around noon.

- Held up. Back tomorrow morning. - Ok. Breakfast then? - No thanks. See you. - When can we talk? - We talked. Get some rest.

I sat and looked at the tv for a while before I realized I hadn’t turned it on. I laughed quietly to myself. You’re going stir crazy, Cat. I decided to ignore what Jax had said about not driving; and left the house. I just needed to get out.

I made my way to the diner, and ordered waffles; but changed my mind last minute. “Mac’n’cheese”, I smiled at the waitress. That always made me feel better. I was enjoying my meal, when Chibs and Tig came in, ordering lunch for an army. Tig noticed me in my booth. “Hey, pumpkin. I thought you were on lockdown at home”, he said. “No lockdown”, I smiled. “At least I haven’t seen any prospects around”. He smiled back at me. “I’m sorry about what happened to you”, he muttered. “Thanks. I’m ok. I got my faithful crutches with me”, I said. “And the chevy is purring like a cat. Thanks for fixing her up”. He grinned. “No problem. But you’re driving?”. Chibs came over. “You should be resting that knee, luv’”. “It’s fine, Chibs”, I said. “If you say so”, he muttered.

I shrugged of their worried expressions. “Lunch for church?”. “No church today”, Tig said. “Just business later on. Gotta fuel up”, he grinned, and patted his belly. “Remember extra chocolate syrup for Jax”, I said, trying to smile. “Will do”, Chibs said. Their order came out; and Tig went over to get it. “Go home, Cat”, Chibs said meaningfully. “I will. Just gotta hit the library first. Return a book I don’t need”. He nodded, and smiled.

They left soon after.

I drove myself to the library, and returned my book. When I came outside again, Jax was leaning against my car. I sighed; and hobbled over to him on my crutches. “Hi”, I muttered. His face was cold. “Get in the car”, he muttered. I rolled my eyes; and went for the driver’s seat. “No. Other side. I’m driving”. “Jackson…”. He walk up close to me; suddenly towering over me much further than his height should make possible. Ha grabbed my arm; and held me still in front of him. “Get in the goddamn car, Cat”, he snarled.

I hobbled over to the other side; and he took my crutches from me; throwing them into the back seat. I opened the door, and got in the car; and Jax closed the door after me with a bang. He drove me home; not speaking a word the whole way there.

Once inside the house; he slammed the door shut behind us – making me jump from the sound.

“I thought I told you to stay here”, he yelled. “When are you going to learn to do as you’re told?” I was flabbergasted. “What the hell, Jax?”, I said. “You were just beat to shit – and now you’re running around town like nothing happened”. “I needed some air. I can’t stay cooped up in here”, I tried.

He stepped towards me with a menacing look on his face – pointing a finger at me. “You need to learn…”. “What?”, I snarled. “To be a good old lady? To do as you say; clean your house; wash your clothes and spread my legs whenever you want?”. He huffed; and shook his head. “Right… we don’t do that these days”, I hissed.

He spread out his arms with a resigned expression. “What do you want from me, Cat?”, he said. “Your ex is dead. You have a nice house to live in; food on your plate; and I’m paying for a lawyer to keep you out of jail”. I threw one of my crutches at him. “I want you, you asshole!”, I yelled. He shook his head. “I can’t do this right now…”, he said; and began to move for the door. “Don’t walk away from me. Talk to me!”. “Not now. I have shit to take care of”, he sneered. “I’m your shit, Jackson!”, I said. “Take care of me!”. “I am”, he snarled. “I’m making sure you’re staying here, and healing up. Now, go sit down”. I shook my head. “I won’t”, I croaked.

He walked up to me, picked me up; and carried me to the couch – planting me there. “You keep your ass on this couch!”, he roared. “You can’t control me like this, Jax!”, I yelled. “Watch me”, he said.

He took my crutches, and left the house, with a slam of the door. I heard him start up my car and drive away.

I screamed out in rage; before calling him up on the phone

“What?”, he answered. “Bring back my car”, I said. “No”. “Bring back my car, Jackson. I swear to God…”. I was grinding my teeth in rage. “You’ll get the car, when you start behaving like you’re supposed to”, he said. “I’m not a child!”, I yelled. “Then stop behaving like one. Stop running away; and stop getting hurt, and putting yourself in danger”. “Jax…”. “I have business at Cara Cara. I’ll see you tomorrow. Either you’re on that couch or in bed when I get there; or I’m crashing this piece of shit chevy into a tree; and making sure you never drive it again”. “Jackson…!”. He’d hung up.

He didn’t call or text the rest of the day. I tried reaching out. - Please come home. Talk to me. No answer. An hour later I tried again. - I’m sorry I pissed you off. I just needed air. Nothing.

At 10 pm; I tried one last time. - I’m naked in bed. I miss you, and I want you here. Either come yourself, or send Juice. Someone should be getting some action. I thought the joke would lighten the mood. A message popped up. - Go to sleep. Will come by tomorrow. I smiled. ­- Should I be naked then? The answer came quickly. ­- Don’t have time for this. Go to sleep. It was like a slap to the face.

I went to bed; quietly sobbing.

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After a night of restless sleeping; I woke to my phone ringing. “Jax?”, I said. “Nah, it’s Opie”. I sighed. “Hey… what’s up?”. “Jax wanted me to check in on you”, he muttered. “I’m… fine. Why isn’t he calling me himself”, I asked. “He had to take care of something”. “You at the clubhouse?”. “No… We’re still at Cara Cara”, he said. They’d spent the whole night there. “Opie?”, I croaked. “Yeah?”. “Is he… ok?”, I asked. “He’s better”, Opie said. “I’m sorry; I gotta run. We’re going back to the clubhouse now. Do you want Lyla to come by?”. “She’s… No. It’s ok. Tell her I said hi”. “I will”, he muttered. “Bye”. “Bye”. I hung up.

Jax had spent the whole night at Cara Cara. I felt sick. I had to see him. Now.

I threw on a button up dress; and called a cab. The driver smelled like old sweat, and I rushed out of the car as fast as my knee would allow – paying him while holding my breath.

The TM lot was almost empty. It was only 10; so I figured the rush hadn’t started yet. There was only one bike parked – not Jax’s. I’d made it to the lot before he had. Limping towards Gemma’s office; she met me in the door; holding Abel on her arm. His little face made me smile. “Hey, sweetheart”, Gemma grinned. “Jax said you were on bedrest”. “Yeah, I wish”, I muttered. “That bad, huh?”, Gemma said. I shook my head. “It’s nothing”.

Abel grabbed for me; and I sat down in Gemma’s chair; putting my foot up on the couch. She handed me the baby; and I held him to my chest; kissing the top of his head. “I missed you, baby boy”, I whispered. “He missed you too”, Gemma said. “Coffee?”. “No thanks”, I said. “I’m too amped already”. She nodded.

There was a roar of engines on the lot; and I got to my feet gingerly – Abel still in my arms. I limped towards the door; and saw Jax drive up with Opie, Chibs, Juice and Tig. Lyla was riding with Opie; leaning against her old man with pure love in her eyes.

I noticed a set of arms around Jax’s torso as well. It was Ima. I limped out the door; and towards the group. Jackson gestured for Ima to get off; and parked his bike – getting off it himself. She stepped over to him again; and kissed his cheek. He seemed indifferent; but smiled at her. Ima got back on his bike; putting her hands on the gas tank; as if she was straddling his own body; and smirked at him. She said something I couldn’t hear. “Not today, Ima”, he smiled back at her.

Juice patted Jax’s shoulder, and gestured towards me. When he saw me; Jackson’s face dropped. I turned to Gemma. “Can you take the baby? I don’t want him to see this”. She nodded; and brought Abel into the office; putting him in his car seat.

I limped closer to Jax. “I was just giving her a ride”, he muttered. “Yeah, I can see that. Seems like she enjoyed it”, I said. “Cat…”, he tried. “Not now”.

I stepped up in front of Jax’s bike; and looked Ima square in her smirking face. “Get your rancid pussy off my old man’s bike”, I said calmly. She looked at me in mock surprise. “Excuse me?”, she said.

Opie stepped towards us; but Lyla held him back. “Don’t, Ope”, she muttered. He stood down.

“I said; get of the bike, before I drag you off it”, I snarled. Ima slowly slid of the bike; and stepped towards me. “Jax, you better tell your babysitter to back off. I don’t want to break my nails on her face”. I smiled, and shook my head.

I could feel Jax’s eyes on my back. He didn’t come closer.

I didn’t move. Ima looked at me incredulously, before pouting. “What? Nothing to say?... Why don’t you run along, now, hmm?”.

Before she knew what had happened; I raised my fist; and punched her hard in the chest. She bent over; and held a hand to her left breast – screaming in pain. I looked at her calmly; as she heaved for breath “He is mine”, I said. “If you so much as look in his direction again; I’ll go Jack the Ripper on your diseased cunt”.

Jax came running over. “Cat!”, he yelled. “What the hell?”. I turned to face him. “You better wipe that seat with a gallon of disinfectant; before you so much as think I’ll ride with you again”.

I limped away from the crying porn-star. Passing Lyla; I looked at her, and mouthed an I’m sorry. She shrugged uncomfortably; and walked over to Ima; to help her upright.

Jax followed me in to the clubhouse. It was mostly empty; save for Rat – who’d been watching the exchange on the CCTV. “Get Ima to the hospital”, Jax muttered. The prospect nodded, and scurried of quickly.

I walked down the hall to the room with my boxes. Jax followed me. “Babe”, he tried. “Kiss my ass”, I snarled. His chin dropped. “Woah, what the hell, Cat?”. I looked at him; rage streaming through my body. “You haven’t touched me since they let me out of that police station”, I growled. “Now I see her grinding all over you?” He shook his head. “I’ve been trying to give you space…”. “Bullshit, Jax. You’ve been avoiding me”. “What the hell are you talking about?”

I was grinding my teeth in anger. “You hardly look at me… It’s like the thought of being in a room with me makes you sick to your stomach”. He stepped towards me; reaching out for me. “I was gonna come home when I could…”, he said; and put a hand on my shoulder. I slapped it away. “You left me in that house; alone! I wanted you there; practically begged you to come home – and you ignored me. Why?”.

He sighed. “I didn’t know how to face you, after what happened – what I said…”. “So you just decided not to?”, I said. “You were safe. That was all I cared about”.

I nodded; and scoffed a laugh. “Yeah. Safe… that’s the key word; isn’t it?”, I said. “You got rid of the competition; and realized you were bored with me”. “Cat…”, he said warningly. “I’m a necessary evil at this point”, I chuckled. “You need me in that house, to keep up the façade of the strong guy who has his shit together, and his family in order”. “That’s not what you are to me; you know that Cat!”, he yelled. “Why do you treat me like that, then?” “I don’t!”. “Yes you do. It’s like I somehow became less to you the second I took that gun from your hand!”.

He shook his head. “You weren’t supposed to take that fall. That was on me”. “Why?”. “Because you’re my responsibility!”. I nodded. “Right. The toxic masculine bro code. Touch my girl; and I kill you”, I smirked. “Did it make you feel like less of a man, to have your old lady go down for something you did?”.

Jax clenched his jaw. “You’re stepping on thin ice, darlin’”, he growled. I spread my arms; inviting him in. “Why don’t you smack me around a little. Might make you feel better”. His lips furled back in a snarl. “Like he did? Look where that got you!”. He gestured to my knee. “I’m trying to protect you”. “From what? The amount of porn-stars on your dick?”

He stepped towards me slowly; his body tense. “Now you’re just spewing venom”. “Yeah? Why don’t you put my mouth to better use, then?”. I pushed him towards the wall; and slammed the door closed. It took him by surprise; and for a second, he didn’t seem to know what to do. I took advantage of it; and dropped down on my good knee; letting my other knee touch the floor more gingerly.

I pulled his belt open; and pulled down his pants a little – giving me access to his dick. “Cat…”, he hissed. “Shut up”, snarled; and grabbed his member; sliding it into my mouth. I sucked at it; feeling it harden in my mouth. With one hand, I stroked the inches I couldn’t take – and with the other; I cradled his balls – massaging them. I heard Jax groan above me; and his hands went to my head. I released his testicles; and slapped his hands away. This was my project.

I massaged the underside of his penis with my tongue – sucking him to a full erection. I pulled back. “You like this?”, I purred. “Yeah…”, he breathed. I returned my lips to his cock.

I licked over the tip; tasting the precum coming from it. I slid my tongue down the side of his hardness – and then put him back in my mouth; bobbing my head up and down; drawing him closer to his end. Jax’s breath became erratic; and I could feel him tensing up. “Baby, I’m…”, he panted.

I released him from my mouth and grasp; and stood up – wiping my mouth. I stepped backwards. “What are you…?”, he croaked. I smiled. “Don’t like being left hanging?” He shook his head; and gestured towards his penis. “Could you maybe…”. “What? Finish the job?”. I narrowed my eyes. “Why don’t you make me?... Tell me you want me, Jax. Show me!”.

Jax growled; and grabbed my arm; pulling me towards him. Within a second; I was locked in his arms; and his mouth was on me – kissing me with a fervor.

I pulled down my panties; getting one foot out of them; but didn’t get any further, before Jackson lifted me up to straddle his waist. With a hand sliding under my bottom; he felt for my wetness; and held his member to my entrance – sliding me down over it. We moaned simultaneously. Jackson grabbed a firm hold of my left ass cheek; squeezing it hard, and making me yelp in pleasure. “I want you”, he growled into my ear; sending shivers down my back.

He pressed me against the wall and began thrusting into me hard; without mercy. Jax wasn’t making love to me; he was screwing me – letting out his frustration – and I was in that same boat with him.

I put my hand in his hair; pulling his head back hard; and attacked his lips and tongue with my own. He groaned almost angrily; and slammed into me harder – bottoming out. Jax put his hand around my throat; squeezing gently – but when he noticed the bruising from Josh’s attack to it – he frowned; and moved his hand back down under my bottom.

It wasn’t long before I began unfurling; clenching my muscles around him – and drawing him with me into extasy. My orgasm came like and explosion; and I screamed out – feeling Jax bottoming out in me one last time. With a raspy groan; he came inside me – and held me against the wall for a few seconds more, before pulling himself out of me; and lowering me to the floor.

I stumbled for a second; and Jackson held me upright. “Your knee…?”, he muttered. “It’s fine”, I breathed – still panting.

Jax adjusted himself; and put his pants back on properly – before leaving the room for a minute – coming back with a wet paper towel; for me to clean myself up. I was suddenly embarrassed, and couldn’t meet his eyes. I put my panties back on without a word.

“Cat…”, Jackson said quietly. “I’ll go home… let you finish up”, I whispered.

He walked over to me; and wrapped me in his arms – holding me impossibly close. “I love you”, he said into my hair; and kissed the top of my head. “When Bobby called and said you’d split… it was like you ripped my heart from my chest”. “I had to…”, I said quietly. “I had to protect you. I was afraid…”. He sighed. “I know, baby”, he breathed. “I know”.

I pulled back. His face was pained. “I can’t be a…”, I tried. “I have to be my own person. Make my own decisions”. He blinked and let out a short breath. “You want to leave…”, he whispered. I shook my head. “No! No, Jax… Never”. “Then what?”, he croaked. “I want us… But I’m not going to fit in to your idea of the perfect old lady”, I said. “I have to have a life that’s not just… this. But I want you in it”.

He sighed. “So what do we do?”, he said. I shrugged. “I think… we move on”, I said. “Together… without you controlling my every move”. He nodded. “I want that”, he said. “But… you asked me not to make decisions that involved you with out us discussing them first… You need to make me that promise as well. Leaving like that…”. I shook my head. “I made a call”, I said. “A shitty one”, he smiled softly. I stifled a smile. “I know you think that… but I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t see a way out that wouldn’t hurt you. Either prison or death”.

He sighed. “Leaving me hurt more than either of those…”, he breathed. I pulled him towards me again; putting my cheek to his. “I’m sorry…”, I croaked; beginning to weep silently. “Me too”, he said. I felt tears – his and mine – running down my cheek “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there”. “I didn’t tell you I was going…”, I tried. “No… after”, he said. “You needed me. You needed to heal more than just your body – and I just split… I should have been there for you”.

I began sobbing. “He hurt me… I thought it was over…”, I wept. “Everything I… we were; and had… gone”. Jackson was rubbing soothing circles on my back. “First; he ripped it away… then you…”. “I’m sorry”, he sniveled. “Now… I’m going to prison, Jax!... She’s sending me away… I can’t…”. I began heaving for breath.

Jax pulled my head back so he could look at me. “That’s not happening, Cat”, he said pointedly. “I’m not gonna let that happen!”. “But I don’t want you to go away!”, I heaved. He shook his head. “We will fix this. Together”, he said; and kissed my forehead. “Breathe, baby…”.

I tried to control myself. I took a deep breath. “Ok”, I said. He smiled softly at me; and wiped the tears away – first from my face; then his own. “This storage room smells like old socks. Can we get out of here?”, he said. I chuckled; and nodded.

Jax supported my weight; and we walked into the main area of the clubhouse. I winced from the pain in my knee and ribs. “You need to go to the hospital”, he muttered. “Nah, that’s not a good idea”, I said. “Putting me within reach of Ima; might end in another murder. Hers”, I snarled. He chuckled. “I was just giving her a ride”, he said. “She could have ridden with one of the others”, I grumbled. “Yeah…”, he muttered. “She just climbed on… I won’t let it happen again”. “Good”, I said.

We stepped outside. Chibs came over to us. “We all good here?”, he asked. “Yeah”, Jax said. “Good”, Chibs said. He looked at me. “You’ve got a fine lass here; Jackie. You mess this up; I’ll kick your ass myself”. I blushed.

Lyla and Ima were gone from the lot; along with the tow-truck. “They’re up at St. Thomas… Ima needed to get her tit checked out”, Juice said. Chibs chuckled. “That gash should be used to that by now…”, he snorted.

Jax transported me gently onto the picnic-table; and offered me a cigarette – which I gratefully accepted. He sat down next to me; and slipped his arm behind me – squeezing my hip for a second; and sending me his trademark Teller smirk.

Opie was on his phone; talking quietly into it. “… yeah, baby. I’ll call you back”. He hung up and came over to us. “Ima has a burst implant”, he muttered. Juice stifled a laugh. I shook my head. “Great…”, I said. “I’ve already got potential murder charges hanging over my head – and now I’ve committed assault”. Jax bit his lip. “Call Lyla”, he said to Opie. “Tell her, if Ima so much as thinks about pressing charges; I’ll come over there and burst the other one myself”. Opie sighed. “Yeah… I’m not doing that”, he chuckled. “Not exactly the conversation I want to have with my fiancée, the day after I just proposed…”.

All of our faces dropped. “What?”, Jax gasped. He sprang at his friend; and embraced him. “You son of a bitch! Congrats, man!”. All the guys embraced Opie; before I gave him a tight hug. “Congratulations, Opie. Lyla’s amazing”. “Yeah, I know”, he muttered. “Drinks!”, Chibs called out.

A roar of bikes entered the lot; and soon all of the members of Samcro where gathered around us. “What’s with the gang-hug?”, Tig said. We all looked at Opie. “I’m… getting married”, he muttered. A roar of congratulations began again.

Celebrations soon commenced; with all that involved. I found myself carried to one of the couches in the clubhouse; with my leg raised on the table; and an ice-pack on my knee. Jax was like glue to me; only getting up to get me fresh drinks; and helping me to the toilet – waiting outside the bathroom for me to finish. “I’m not running”, I smirked at him. “I know”, he smiled embarrassedly. “Just give me back my crutches”, I said. He looked down. “I, uhm… kind of threw them in to an incinerator with a dead Nord…”, he muttered. I gasped. “Jax!”, I breathed. “It wasn’t Ollie!”, he said. “We had a situation… it’s unrelated to you”. I nodded solemnly.

He stroked my cheek. “Do you want to know?”, he asked. “Later… let’s just go back out there and celebrate Opie”. He nodded; and turned around. “Come on, peg-leg. Piggy-back time”. I laughed; and climbed onto his back.

Juice passed us in the hallway; and looked at my dress - which was riding up. “I see London; I see France. I see Cat’s…”. “Finish that sentence; and I’ll kill you, brother”, Jax snarled. Juice chuckled; and went into the bathroom.

“Don’t ever joke about screwing Juice again…”, he said over his shoulder to me. I laughed. “Ok… can I screw Tig? I hear he’s hung”, I joked. “Careful, darlin’”, Jax chuckled.

He got me back on the couch; and took Abel from Gemma – handing the baby to me. We sat there together – like a little family. We were a family.

Lyla arrived with Rat about an hour later. The tiny woman was lifted into the air to a roar of applause. She looked flabbergasted; as she was carried over to Opie; who received her in his arms; and whispered something in her ear. Lyla instantly flushed red; and kissed him deeply. The pair were attacked with hugs and well wishes. I was grinning from ear to ear; and pulled Abel tighter to my chest. Jax stepped over to greet Lyla.

Bobbie came and sat by me. “You ran”, he said. “I had to”, I muttered. He sighed. “I know…”, he said; and smiled at me earnestly. “Thank you, sweetheart”. He kissed my cheek; and joined Tig and Piney at the bar.

Gemma and Clay sat down in the couch next to mine. Clay took my hand. “What you did for our son… our club”, he said. “We owe you. You were family before, but this… If you ever need anything, sweetheart…”. “Thanks”, I smiled. “For now, I just need to get over this… Kohn situation”. Clay nodded. “We’ll take care of Stahl”, he said.

Opie, Lyla and Jax came to join us. Jax took Abel from me; and put him to his chest. The baby was yawning. Gemma looked at me solemnly. “How’s the knee?”, she asked. “Numb”, I said; gesturing at the icepack. “My ribs are hurting though”. “And your hand?”, she said. I looked down at the bruising on my knuckles, from my incident with Ima. “I washed the silicone off”, I smirked; and looked towards Lyla. “Sorry…” “Ima’s a bitch”, she said. “I only eat her out; because it pays well”. Opie winced.

Jax chuckled. “All right. I don’t think this is baby-friendly talk”, he smiled. “I need to get my boy, and my girl home and into bed”. “No, Jax”, Lyla said. “Stay… celebrate with us”. Gemma smiled. “I said I’d take him for a few days. One more night won’t hurt”. “You sure, ma’?”, Jax said.

Gemma stepped over to him; and took Abel. “I got him, baby”, she smiled. Clay looked at her. “I’m gonna stick around for a while. Pour one out for Ope”, he said. Gemma smirked at him. “Don’t be to late. I’ve got something cooking…”, she said. Jax winced. “I didn’t need to hear that”, he muttered. I squeezed his hand.

Gemma left the clubhouse with Abel; and we spent the next few hours enjoying the perfect bliss on Lyla’s and Opie’s faces; as they cuddled up next to each other. Jax pulled me close. “I love you”, he breathed into my ear. “Yeah?”, I whispered. “Enough to get me a new air freshener for my car?”. He put his hand on my thigh; and stroked it gently with his fingertips. “I’ll get you two”, he smiled. I put my hand around his neck; and kissed him deeply. His hand travelled up my thigh; and under my dress.

“Do you wanna…?”, he breathed. “Yes, sir”, I smirked. He frowned slightly. “You don’t have to do that… I don’t want you to feel like I’m controlling you”, he said softly. “I don’t mind it if you’re a bit bossy”, I smirked. “It’s kind of hot…”. Jax raised a brow at me; and grinned. “Then get your ass into that dorm”, he snarled in mock menace. I pouted. “I’m hurt… I can’t walk; and a very mean man burnt my crutches”. He chuckled; and stood up. “Come on, doll-face”, he said; and pulled me up – letting me climb onto his back again.

He carried me down the hall; leaving behind the partying crowd. I had him back.

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It Happened-Why now?

Chapter 1

Word Count: 4263

You opened your bleary eyes, blinking back to try and adjust them to the amount of sunlight coming in through the blinds. The twinge of a slight headache was coming just behind your eyes. After rubbing the last of sleep away from your eyes, you look around to get a bearing on your location. You know this isn’t your room, the room you and your husband share together. You smile as the thought of your 6’2, blond hair, Greek god bodied, 100-watt smile having, deepest ocean blue-eyed husband came to mind. You turned in bed to see the body next to you, “WTF???” you think to yourself, the body next to you isn’t your husband’s.

This body that ran 6’0, bodybuilder chested, with the recognizable metal limb lazily draped over your torso. The body turned in its still sleeping nature, adjusting its position, finally giving you the other half of your betrayal…your hands clasped to your mouth as you starred into the face of the other love of your life…James Buchanan Barnes. You jump back in bed and almost tumble to the floor, while trying to quiet the sobs that wrecked through your chest, as the salt stream that ran down your face the night before returned with a vengeance.

Months back when Steve arrived at the tower with James in tow, your fellow Avengers (minus Natasha who’d been on a mission for just over a week at the time) had been for the most part welcoming aside from Tony keeping his distance to an already distant man, who didn’t speak unless he deemed it necessary. But when Steve had asked for your help with erasing what Hydra did to him mentally, you ran at the chance. I mean it was obvious to you and maybe one other person that you were smitten by him at first glance.

So, you did everything in your literal power to help remove the triggers HYDRA put in place to activate James into the Winter Soldier. The more time you spent together, the more he would open up to you and Steve, and then eventually the others. The closer you, and he got he’d asked you to call him Bucky, his arm would linger a little longer after hugs, until the day you finally stopped wimping out and initiated you’re the first kiss with him. It was absolute magic, on your part, you’d been afraid that he might not be on the same level of liking you as you were to him.

Of course, all those thoughts had disappeared as Bucky whispered into your ear after your kiss, “I’ve always thought about what my name would sound like falling from your lips in, as I bury my cock inside the softest place on earth.”

When he pulled back to look into your eyes, you grabbed his hand and ran to your room. Slamming the door shut, you both attacked each other with such fervor, that was the first time you and Bucky had sex, but it wasn’t the last. There were broom closets, bathrooms, and numerous places that had seen themselves marked by you and his sexcapades. But for every one of those, there were even more stolen kisses, cuddles and I love you’s to boot. It seemed weird that this was happening so fast, you two had only known each other for 3 months and dating for 2, when it all became too good to be true. One name ruined and crumpled your whole world in just a few days.

Natasha

You, Bucky and the team were all eating breakfast in the common room when Natasha walked in from the mission she’d been on since before Bucky’s arrival. Everyone had been enthusiastic in greeting her, except your Bucky, he’d stood up and looked up at her as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Natalia?” he said in a clear Russian accent you’d only heard when he moaned Russian curse words during your lovemaking.

“Jacob?” Natasha replied with her own Russian accent, and eyes just as wide as Bucky’s were.

Everyone around the table just stared at the two in confusion, until he walked up to Natasha and pulled her body flush to his in a passionate kiss. Talk about a gut punch, you dropped the bowl you were eating out of, it hit the ground in a loud splintering fashion, the sound broke their kiss and brought everyone’s attention to you, you looked around at your teammates in embarrassment. Their looks of shock and pity were too much, you didn’t think you’d run out of a place so fast in your life.

You didn’t come out of your room for the rest of the day, even when either Bucky or Steve knocked on your door intermittently. The next morning as you opened your door you found Bucky sitting there looking up at you ashamed at what he’d done. He’d begged you to let him come in so he could explain to you why he did what he did, telling you the story of how he and Natasha met and fell in love, and when she was taken away from him, as she was arranged to marry Alexi Shostakov, a high ranking official in the KGB and that he was removed as her trainer at the Red Room. When he finished his tale he apologized to you and made passionate love to you. If only you had known that, that would be the last time you all would make truly be together.

Bucky began to withdraw from you, making excuses about being tired or needing to train. Whenever you did get a chance to catch up to him he was always with Natasha. She made no secret of her intentions, as you always found her touching him in some shape or form. You finally assumed that if he didn’t say he was breaking up with you, you two were still officially together.

So, you let him be, gave him the space he showed from his actions that he needed. You even kept the faith when he had started telling you that he would sleep in his own room instead of yours. Oh, but the final nail in the coffin came when you woke one night and couldn’t go back to sleep, so you changed into your work out gear and headed to the gym, only to find upon walking in, Bucky pinning Natasha to the wall, with her legs on his arms, pulverizing her cunt. You quietly backed out and returned to your room and cried yourself to sleep.

When Bucky came to your room that morning you were shocked and angry, he’d told you he knew that you had walked in on him and Natasha making love. That’s exactly what the fuck he called it, “making love.” If you could have ripped his tongue from his mouth at that very moment, you would have. He told you that she was his first love, and that they were getting married and that it wasn’t his intention to hurt you. You began to hyperventilate, and all you could remember was your world turning black as you passed out. You woke up alone in the dark, with pure pain in your heart.

Eventually, the rest of the team found out about the break-up, everyone mostly kept their 2 cents to themselves, not wanting to take sides. You remained in your room for a month held up in seclusion, not even coming out to eat as you lived off your stash of snacks and Gatorade. Conveniently you had missed their wedding during your self-enforced solitude.

Finally, Steve had had enough, he had Tony to disable the encryption lock on your room and came in and found you in your disheveled state. He told you how beautiful you were inside and out, and that you didn’t deserve to have what happened, happen to you, and that you shouldn’t let it stop you from living your life. He made you go take a shower and put on clean clothes, then took you out for a ride on his motorcycle. For the first time in a while you didn’t feel weighed down, you felt like you could breathe normally without any tightness in your chest.

Steve came like your knight in shining armor, whisking you away from the tower whenever possible. Trying to help you to get your mind off the pain and hurt you were feeling. It made getting over Bucky that much easier. Soon you were comfortable enough to be around your friends again, without sparing Bucky or Natasha a second glance. Steve felt he was ready to talk to Bucky about you. He’d asked his best friend if it was ok to ask you out on a date. Seeing you getting back to normal gave Steve the courage to finally ask you if you were willing to try love again, with him this time. You admitted to him you were scared and nervous, but you told him that you had been developing feelings for him and you were willing to try being in a relationship with him. He later told you that Bucky had given his blessing, but he wouldn’t tell you about the tick in Bucky’s jaw that he thought he might have imagined.

You and Steve continued to grow closer and closer, so much so that Tony and Sam would crack jokes about you two being joined at the hip, it made you both blush and everyone laugh. You two beamed at each other with his arms wrapped around your waist and your back held snuggly against his chest. You two were in LOVE and everyone knew it. Even though you made it your duty not to look into Bucky's direction at all, it allowed you to miss the unsavory look that crossed his face whenever someone mentioned you and Steve as a couple. Not to mention the rolled eyes and glares he’d shoot in your and Steve’s direction whenever you two were in plain sight.

It had been 6 months since your mental recess after your break up with Bucky and 3 months since you and Steve had started dating when you had finally been cleared to go on missions.  On your first mission back, you were obviously excited to go even though you had to be partnered with Bucky, you bounced around in your seat like a child headed to Disney World. With this mission being a HYDRA base you were his mental shield away from any trigger words that would be hauled at him, even having to be stuck with him couldn’t put a damper on your spirits. Steve even pulled you to the side before you all exited the Quinjet to tell you to get your nerves in check, and you reassured him that you were fine, giving him a quick peck on the lips and turned to walk off the jet. You hadn’t noticed the worried glance he and Bucky shared as they exited behind the rest of the team.

You’d gotten overzealous once you all were in the field, and while shielding Bucky, you hadn’t seen the HYDRA grunt that was waiting in the rafter above you two. You were shot three times once in the neck and twice in the torso, Steve was there when you woke up and told you what happened, how you’d been in a coma for over a week and had coded twice through your infirmary stay. He told you how much he loved you and how scared he was that he was going to lose you, you could see the worry in his eyes. Everyone came by after you had come out of your coma, even Bucky came by apologizing for not doing more to protect you, but you had assured him that it wasn’t his fault. You two seemed to be in an okay place now.

The day they discharged you, Steve helped you back to your room and surprised you with a proposal, telling you he didn’t want either one of you leaving this earth without being able to call each other husband and wife. You’d happily said yes, and the two of you were married two days later at Cupid’s chapel in the Lower East Side. All your teammates were there, with Bucky as the Best Man and Pepper as your maid of honor. It was the happiest moment of your lives, and yet not everyone shared your sentiment as you would soon find out.

Some 2 months later, you and Steve were still basking in your newlywed bliss, when the team was being sent on another HYDRA mission, you and Bucky were automatically excluded because of you still recovering and his vulnerability to the Winter Soldier’s trigger words. For once you were happy that you didn’t have to go on the mission, as you had been feeling weird and fatigued. You helped Steve pack his bag and you both snuggled extra tight into each other the night before the team left. The next morning you walked Steve to the ship bay and kissed him deeply telling him to come back to you safely. "I will, I love you, baby," he said as he hugged and kissed you once more. You watched him walk up the ramp into the ship, "Steve..." you called out to him. He turned around to face you. "I love you, Daddy," you waved at him. As if you thought his smile couldn't get any bigger, it did.

The first two days you chose to stay in your room secluded, but on that third day, you couldn’t take it anymore. So, you ventured out to the common area to watch tv, you hadn’t expected to run into Bucky, who was laying on one of the couches. You turned to walk back to your room, but Bucky called out to you. Asking you to stay, this was the first time you two had been alone since your stay at the infirmary. You’d asked if he ate yet to break the awkward silence, and decided to order food for the two of you when the food arrived you both ate in silence, this time Bucky spoke up first. He’d told you how sorry he was that you had been hurt in the field and that he was happy that you and Steve found each other with a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. You’d told him thank you, and that although he’d shown you what heartache was, it had made you realize what true love really was with Steve. You’d thought for a second that you’d seen hurt in his eyes after your comment, but you’d shrugged it off as your mind playing tricks on you. James apologized for hurting you, and you’d told him it was water under the bridge.

He grabbed your hand and asked you to dance with him since you didn’t have a wedding reception to dance at. You hesitated for a second but, decided to oblige him. When he asked JARVIS to play, You Belong to Me by Jo Stafford, you’d began to pull away but he’d held you in place, asking you to humor him. As the song went on he pulled you closer or was it that you came closer willingly. As the song ended you went to pull back but he had his arms around your waist, you looked up at him and there was a look in his eyes, you couldn’t describe but then he kissed you. Kissing then led to fondling, Bucky carried you to your old bedroom, tossing you on the bed. He quickly removed your shirt and ripped off your bra, planting kisses on your jaw and neck, working his way to your breasts. He released your nipples to quickly do away with his own clothes, standing there looking like an ancient coliseum fighter.

You knew it was wrong, but you didn’t stop it, you indulged in it. Every tender kiss, the gentle tug of your skin, he made you lay back, sliding your shorts off just as swiftly as he did your bra. He kissed your legs, starting from the ankle on down, from their position in the air, taking one leg in each hand and spreading them out from a “V” formation until they were spread as far as they could go. He dived in feverishly, lapping at your entrance, sliding the tip of his tug up to your clit and giving the expert tongue flicks he know you loved, knowing it would get you to a quick release. Within minutes you were coming undone, moaning loudly and biting the back of your wrist to keep from saying anything else. You looked down at him, watching him pant as he wiped off his mouth with his hand and licked the remnants of your juices off his palm. He climbed up your body slowly, kissing you deeply, as though he were trying to reach the back of your mouth.

He pulled back for air, “Baby I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I still love you.” You huffed, trying to steady your breath before the tears spilled over the brim of your eyes. “I love you too, I really wish I didn’t, but I do.” He looked down to where he still had you spread eagle, rubbing his throbbing cock in his flesh hand, he put it into your welcoming entrance and pushed in ever so slightly only allowing the tip in. Your breath hitched at the feeling. He looked back up at your face, “Then why did you sleep with my best friend…” he slammed into your pussy, filling you to the hilt and then slowly retreating, stopping just at the tip. Your breath hitched at the unexpected force of entry.

“Huh Y/N, why did you half to go and marry Steve?”, he slammed into your slippery pussy again, repeating his retreat again only to slam into you again.

“You could have chosen anybody else in the world? Why Stevie?” he groaned feeling the effects of his own actions against your soaking sex.

You didn’t answer him, closing your eyes and putting your middle finger on your clit, focusing on reaching your orgasm. He slapped your hand away and continued rubbing your clit while ramming his cock inside of you.

“You were mine, doll. Not his, you had no right giving him my pussy, much less taking that man’s last name.”

“You were supposed to have my last name," he said moaning and picking the pace as he pistoned in and out of you.

You glared up at him, finally deciding to reply to his ludicrous remarks with a weird calm “Well you chose your Mrs. Barnes, what does it matter that I am Mrs. Rogers?” smirking up at him. He gave you an ice-cold stare and reached the distance up your body, quickly wrapping his metal hand around your throat and slightly tightened his grip. Your eyes got wide,

Was he really doing this now? Is this how my husband is going to find me, my dead naked body strangled by his best friend?, you mentally asked yourself.

Bucky maintained his hold on you, leaning over and whispering in your ear,

“You’re right doll, it doesn’t matter if you are legally tied to him, or that I am legally tied to Natalia, it will always be my cock and lip service you think about when he is sexing you, and it will always be your sweet pussy and beautiful mouth that I dream about when I am fucking her.”

Maybe it was the possessive nature of his words that did it, but you came like never before, your pussy fluttering around his cock, brought on his own orgasm, making his cum fly into you in droves as you felt his cock twitch inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, the only sounds filling the room were the pants from both your bodies trying to get more oxygen. He rolled to your left side and pulled your limp body into his right side, kissing you on top of the head. With your head on his chest, you looked up into his eyes, and found him staring back into yours.

“You will always be mine, and I will always be yours doll.”

He gave you another deep passionate kiss, and then grabbed your leg and placed it on top of his thighs. Sleep captured you both shortly thereafter.

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So, here you were the morning after, looking out the window and regretting how you’ve hurt your husband and his wife. Contemplating how you were going to explain your stolen moment.  

You didn’t hear Bucky get up from the bed or approach you until he startled you out of your thoughts by wrapping his arms around your waist. “It’s morning”, you said not looking back at him. “I know doll, the sun kind of confirmed that already, he turned you to face him. The chuckle at his own joke dying off as he saw the tears and worry in your face.

“Doll what’s wrong?  He searched your eyes with fear in his own.

“Bucky we just made love to each other, but we both belong to someone else, and you’re asking me what’s wrong?”

You laughed hysterically, turning your back to Bucky, “That’s what’s wrong with me…I am pregnant and violated my marriage just so you could belong to me for just one night…what type of mother am I going to be?”

Bucky crossed the short distance between you two and spun you around to face him.

“You’re pregnant (Y/N)? His eyes wide and searching yours.

“Yea I checked the health app on my phone yesterday, not realizing my cycle was late and took a home pregnancy test.” You smiled and wiped away some of your tears, “Your best friend is going to be a father, Bucky.”

“Y/N you gotta be shitting me?” Anger crossed his face.

“I made love to you for as long as we were together, I always gave you my seed and you never got pregnant. And now you’re standing here telling me my Best friend, who stole my girl, has knocked her up?”

He shook his head, a frown crossing his face,

“No doll, you have to get rid of it.”

You scoffed, “Bucky you left me remember?" "You didn’t even have the decency to break up with me before you fucked Natasha. You made love to her while we were still together.” Tears had begun to flow down your face with anger and hurt coursing through your veins. “You cheated on ME!!!”, you yelled at him. “You made her your wife, not me…I was not good enough for that position in your eyes, but Steve saw that I was, so please tell me again why I can’t give my husband the child he deserves?”

Bucky dropped to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your legs, “I told you last night doll, you belong to me and I to you.”

He looked up to your face, tears dropping from his eyes, with honest to God hurt in them. “That should be my seed growing inside of you, mine Y/N.” He pulled back to look at your belly, “Not Steve’s.”

Tears began to fall from your eyes as you looked down at Bucky.

“We can still do this Y/N, after you have Steve’s baby, you can have mine”, you looked at him incredulously as he continued rambling, “It’s only right Y/N, you were mine first, you are still mine, even Steve knows it deep down inside.” “You don’t have to leave him, he will think the baby is his even though it is mine.”

You tried to pull away from Bucky, he was talking crazy. “Bucky stop, you’re being irrational, I have a husband.” You shook your head furiously, “I can’t be in your life, you gotta go home to your wife.”

He raised up off his knees, and pulled you in close, glaring at you as he spoke through gritted teeth,

“If you won’t have my child, I’ll tell Steve all about our night, sharing each other’s love.”

You looked up at Bucky shocked, your voice barely above a whisper,

“You wouldn’t? You would lose Natasha as well.”

Bucky smiled in a criminally insane fashion, “If I have to be miserable why shouldn’t, everyone else?”

You searched his eyes for resolve but couldn’t find any. You pulled away this time quickly before his grip could tighten to keep you in place.

“You’re still intent on hurting me, just like you did when you cheated on me with Natasha.”

Bucky tried to stop your rant, “Y/N I told you I…”, but you raised your hand up to cut him off,

“My love why can’t you see, how loving you is killing me…” tears dropped from your eyes again. “Bucky, baby I can’t take it anymore.”

You walked towards the door to exit, he tried to pursue, but you held up your hand again halting him.

“If you ever really cared about me, if you really love me like you say you do, then let me keep my happiness.” You walked over to him, kissing him passionately, but brief, you wiped the last remaining tears from your eyes and said,

“If you meant what you said last night, then always remember the lovely night we had and know that I am always yours, and you are always mine. You backed away leaving him there and walked out of the room.

[otherthingsinhead]

Sleepover

Pairing: Reader x Pedro Pascal

Warnings: language/unfaithful ex-boyfriend/implied smut/angst with a fluffy ending 

Words: 1926

Request: Anonymous

hey! i have a little request if you if you don’t mind. Can you possibly do one with pedro where the reader and him have a friends with benefits thing but pedro is trying to make a relationship out of it but the reader doesn’t want one out of fear and his celeb status? so they push him away but the reader realizes they love him? sorry if it’s vague! love your work!!

“Hey, listen! I was thinking of maybe... we could spend the weekend at my summer house in L.A.” Pedro said, kneeling up on his bed to get his shirt from where he had thrown.

“A whole weekend? I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You said without looking up, busy with the hooks of your bra.

“Because...?”

“You know why.”

“Same reason you never sleep here.”  

“It’s... just better for everybody.” You said and almost missed his response while pulling on your shirt.

“Not for me.” He mumbled under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You sighed and looked searchingly in his face. You didn’t like where the conversation was heading and you thought the sooner you end it, the better. You grabbed your purse, pecked his lips briefly and turned to walk out the bedroom.

“I like you.” He said now loud and clear.

That was the last thing you wanted to hear. His words struck you like a lightning bolt and you froze. The time stopped too, imprisoning you in a moment that made your skin break out in gooseflesh and your stomach to clench. Your throat closed when you tried to speak but someone had to break the awkward silence that filled the room.

“Please, don’t do this to me.”

“Why? Why isn’t it possible? I like you and... I-I-I know you’ve never said but it... It feels like you like me too.” His voice was soft and tender as he spoke and it was so hard to look into those pleading eyes.

“I do Pedro, I like you as a friend and...”

“As a dick, you can ride whenever you want.”

“That’s not...”

“No, you know what?! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. The point is that... I think we would make such a great couple and... if you would just give us a try...”

“Pedro! I... I’m sorry. I really am but...”

You could not force more words out, just shook your head with a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes. You were aware from the beginning that sooner or later someone is going to get hurt and nothing's gonna be the same ever again. Yet, you were not prepared for that.

“’K” was all he managed to utter through his swollen throat.

“I... I think it would be better if we won’t see each other for a while.” You said hoarsely and turned to walk away when you felt his hand wrapped around your arm.

“Y/N? Please! I don’t wanna lose you.”

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered again, unable to say anything else to make the parting easier. You pulled your arm from his grip and walked out the door, breaking two hearts into million pieces.

It was one of the most horrible days of your life. Your friends with benefits relationship with Pedro had been worked so well so far. He was such a great friend and god! Such a wonderful lover! It was perfect because your heart was not strong enough yet to a real, romantic relationship.

You met Pedro 6 months ago. Your fiance, Travis and you just moved to New York and he wanted you to meet a few of his friends from college. He was an actor. Not as famous as Pedro but people cared about his life just as much as about yours. Being in the center of attention was hard for you but you were able to keep it under control.

Finding him with another woman in your bed reduced you to a sobbing wreck. Not only your heart shattered into pieces but your fate in love and your belief in yourself. You’ve spent 8 years of your life with a man who had been cheating on you for months after he engaged you. You were ready to tie your lives together and have a baby with him. With him! How could you be so stupid, so blind?!

It was a few weeks after the split-up when you bumped into Pedro again in a coffee shop. You were still very upset and he was a great listener. He offered you to help find a temporary residence so you didn’t have to go back to your hometown. Pedro was the sweetest guy you’ve ever met. He was generous, kind and warm-hearted and could always make you smile. You became very good friends. You spent more and more time together, talking about literally anything for hours until one day it happened. He kissed you.

It wasn’t on purpose or planned. It just kinda happened and you ended up in bed with him on top of you. He was amazing. God, he was! He was gentle but rough, caring but greedy and he made you feel incredibly sexy and desirable. You had a long, long conversation on that night about how his career doesn’t allow him to have a girlfriend and how you are not ready for a relationship after one that took 8 years from your life. It led to an agreement: it was a one-time thing.

It wasn’t.

Your bodies craved one another like air needed to breathe. There was always a jolt of electricity running through your nerves whenever your skin touched, a wave of heat flooding your cores whenever your eyes met. So you decided to lay down some definite rules and take the plunge into a 2 months long no strings attached relationship. It was nothing but pure desire. Nothing more.

And now you were alone. Without the engagement, you had more time for yourself and to focus on your own career. It was all you could do to escape from the pain in your chest. And it would be so stupid to throw yourself into a relationship that clearly has no future. You knew you made the right decision when you said no to Pedro but it didn’t change the fact that you felt miserable. You missed him more then you admitted and deep down in your heart you knew, you have always had feelings for him.

“Are you ok?” Haylee asked chewing on her dinner. She was so small and skinny you wondered how all the food could fit into her.

“Yeah! I’m good.” You answered, toying with your food on the plate.

“I still can’t believe Travis did that to you. You were such a cute couple.”

“Thanks...”

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t want to... You-you know what I mean.” She stammered nervously until you offered her a reassuring smile.

“It’s ok, Haylee. I’m good. I really am.”

Haylee worked with Pedro and Travis on the stage after you had arrived in New York. You often hanged out with the crew and she happened to become a good friend of yours.

“So how are you? Are you seeing anyone?” She asked cramming another mouthful of spaghetti into her mouth.

“Ugh, no!”

“Why? Just because someone broke your heart? You’re young and beautiful, Y/N. Surely there is a lot of sweet guy waiting for you out there. Like Pedro for example.” She blurted and you frowned. Hearing his name made you feel numb and your heart to beat faster.

“Who?”

“Pedro Pascal, you silly. Ugh! He was so into you!”

“What?”

“Yeah. Poor guy. He had a major crush on you ever since Travis introduced you to us. How did you not know that? You were such good buddies a few weeks ago. I thought he had already told you.”

“No... he... Are you sure about this?”

“One hundred percent sure. He never said it though, but... he always talked about you. He was so cute. Once he said if he was Travis he wouldn’t wait 8 years to marry you.”

It was never just sex for him and now that you knew that, you felt sick because if it was true you might have thrown something really valuable out the window. It was not just a fleeting emotion. He had been planning his confession for months, waiting for a perfect moment only to get rejected in a blink of an eye. You made the worst mistake and now you had to fix it.

“Y/N? Is everything ok?” Haylee asked in confusion, watching as you picked up your stuff and stood from the table.

“I... I’ve gotta go. Thanks for the dinner, I owe you one!” You said without any further explanation and hurried out of the restaurant.

You arrived at Pedro’s apartment in the middle of the night. He wasn’t home but it wasn’t unusual. Sometimes he didn’t manage to get home until midnight. You decided you were going to wait a couple of hours for him. After all, he had waited months for you. So you were waiting and waiting and waiting until you had to make a choice of going home or staying the night at the corridor. That was the moment when you heard giggling. You turned and saw Pedro appearing from the corner with a beautiful woman on his arm. You couldn’t really tell but they looked tipsy.

“Y/N?” Pedro gawked at you in surprise and you felt your throat tighten.

“I-uh... I was passing by and I thought... Sorry, I... I was an idiot.” You mumbled nervously, took your bag and strode towards the stairway.

That was really something you did not expect. You deserved it though. Weeks had passed since you left him and you were so stupid to think he was sitting at home, waiting for you to show up.

You were stumbling down the stairs, unable to see your steps because of the tears in your eyes you rejected to shed until Pedro caught up with you.

“Y/N! Wait!”

“I’m sorry!” You yelled rather than said. “I... I shouldn’t be mad. I had the chance and I missed it. I... You should go back to your girlfriend. She must be upset.” You sobbed.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Ew! Whatever! Just don’t make her wait...”

“No, wait!” He said now smiling. “She’s my sister. She came to cheer me up.”

The beautiful woman was his sister and this fact changed everything. All you could say was a silent “Oh” as you blinked back the tears, snuffling. Pedro sighed and leaned back to the railing. He was so happy to see you.

“What’s in the bag?” He asked softly.

“Nothing, just... just my toothbrush, change of clothes... pajamas and a few other things.”

“Sounds like you planned a sleepover.” He said, leaning his head to one side and smiling. You shrugged and sniffled, sheepishly peering up at him.

“I just hoped I can stay the night at my boyfriend.”

“I’ve missed you so much, babe.” 

“I’ve missed you too.” 

Your voice cracked as another sob caught in your throat. A sob of joy and relief. His arms moved to wrap around your body, squeezing you into a long, warm and tight hug. 

“Do you think your sister’s gonna like me?” You mumbled against his shoulder as you squeezed him back.

“Uhm... she already hates you.” He said, causing you to pull away with a puzzled look on your face.

“What? You broke her little brother’s heart.”

“Shit.”

“Don’t worry! I can put in a good word for you.” 

“That would be nice! Thank you, babe.”

“You’re welcome, my love.” He giggled then smiled, beaming down at you with his beautiful, shining brown eyes and your heart started to sing. 

Slowly, you slid your hands behind his neck and pecked him softly on his lips before pulling him into a long, and sweet kiss. A kiss of deep passion and pure love.

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ok the box jj bein mean to jackie hc? okay. listen. jameson finally being comfortable around jackie but not realizing that jackie doesn’t own him, he’s not “his.” so at first jameson is like, all over him. jackie says “god i’m so thirsty-“ and jameson is RACING to the kitchen getting him a glass of water. jackie says “i’m so tired” and jameson is hushing everyone and double checking the locks and helping him put his things down. jackie says ANYTHING and jamie is jumping to follow his orders. 1/2

okay i. i have been thinking about this for literal hours i’m. yes. yes. this is so - yeah. yeah. okay let’s do this.

okay so this turned into a damn essay hahaha

Jameson for sure feels like Jackie is just the new Anti. a better Anti, maybe, because Anti used to hit him and yell at him and never loved him like this, yeah, but still the new Anti in the sense that he is in charge, he should take care of Jameson, and Jameson belongs to him. And if he belongs to him, it’s his job to obey him and to try and make him happy.

So Jackie’s like “yayyyy new little brother, new friend! :DD!!!!” and Jameson’s staring up at him like “i’d kill for you, ride or die, tell me to fuck someone up - NO INSINUATE that you want someone fucked up and I’ll DO IT MAN DON’T TEST ME - ”

so right off the bat there’s a lil miscommunication.

and here’s the thing, Jameson’s a clingy little guy with all the others at first, so Jackie doesn’t think much of it when Jameson starts spending a lot of time sitting near to him (guarding) and making most of his requests for things he needs to Jackie (trusting master to caretake) and being a little over-affection with Jackie (trying to make him happy), he’s just a little weirded out by it. but you know you always gotta learn how to love people as they are and Jackie’s willing to let JJ figure this out and help him set boundaries and stuff and he’s not worried or anything.

and then it starts to get obsessive.

Jameson’s losing interest in his other brothers because in his experience another person for Anti to take care of is just a competitor. He starts getting upset when he sees Jackie spending time with the others but not him, and then one day he and Marvin go out for lunch together and Jameson spends the rest of the day in complete panic, terrified that he’s going to starve because he’s not the favorite and there won’t be enough food left for him. Once a cute girl even asks Jameson out, but he tells her no because he’s like... “wait, I belong to Jackie. I don’t think I’m allowed to do that?” Love to him has never been anything but ownership, selling his soul for a full belly and enough affection to keep him alive.

And there’s a part of him that knows it’s stupid!! there is!! there’s a part of him that still thinks Marvin and Chase and Henrik are really cool and great to him and he wants to just chill out and relax and trust that nobody’s going to abandon him on the side of the road or let him starve!! but the part of his brain that’s chanting “survive, survive, survive” has been the hardest-working part for a long time, and it’s strong now, it overrides everything else. so yeah, Jackie sneezes and Jameson’s bringing him a tissue, Jackie trips and Jameson’s giving the floor dirty looks, and Jackie gets hurt?? Jameson still remembers how to be an attack dog. Big brother can’t always be strong, and when he isn’t, you protect him, no matter the cost, no matter the threat to yourself, you protect him. He snaps at Stacy for telling Jackie to watch over Chase (don’t order him around!!) and gets jealous when Jackie kisses his boyfriend (he could take him away!!) and YANKS a scalpel right out of Henrik’s hand when he makes Jackie cry out as he stitches him up (don’t!! hurt!! him!!)

And at that point there’s no more denying that there’s a problem here, and Jackie is mad, because Jameson nearly hurt Henrik, and that’s not how they do things in this house, and Henrik’s not a threat, and then before he knows what he’s doing, he’s shouting, standing tall while Jameson shrinks, and cornering him in the back of the room, and Jameson crumples to the ground and goes right into a panic attack -

Oh, fuck, he’s sorry. Jameson, don’t cry!! ahhhh shit, he’s sorry, he just - “you just - you don’t have to do this!! you don’t have to do any of this!! i’m not trying to own you or control you, I don’t understand why you’re acting like this?? don’t cry, buddy, here, um, your kangaroo puppet! sweetie, just calm down.”

And Jameson is swallowing back sobs, trying desperately to stop, because he upset Jackie, he upset master, and he didn’t mean to, and he was told to calm down, so he needs to calm down, but he can’t, because he’s bad, he’s bad, he’s bad and Jackie isn’t going to want him anymore because he prefers Henrik and he could have hurt Henrik and - and -

He just doesn’t get it.

Shouldn’t Jackie be happy he’s his pet now? Shouldn’t Jackie want that? Can’t he make himself in-disposable if he’s a good little whore and does whatever Jackie needs, without complaint, without protest? Isn’t that how he came out of being Anti’s with his body mostly whole and parts of his sanity still intact? With his heart shattered but pounding, pounding, pounding in his aching chest?

Survive, survive, survive.

It was easy with everybody else, he thinks, almost bitterly. He had Henrik and Marvin and Chase wrapped around his fingers in minutes of coming here. He learned exactly how to get their affection and anything else he needed. He watched the way every single one of them interacted with each other and he took what he needed. Learned to cry like Chase, to put on a tough face like Marvin, to chide like Henrik, so he could, as he chose, make them pay attention to him, laugh at him, feed him, hold him, advise him, protect him, and on, and on. Anything he needed. People are just input = output, and once you learn the buttons to press, you can get anything you want.

That’s all this is supposed to be. Isn’t that what happiness is? Finding people whose buttons you can press, so they keep you safe and whole?

And Jackie’s here looking at him, realizing, “Fuck, Jamie, you don’t even know how to be who you are anymore.”

It sounds harsh as it comes out of his mouth, but maybe it’s true. Jameson puts on personalities the same way he puts on outfits these days. He can no longer tell the difference between real distress and crocodile tears for attention. He didn’t mean to use anybody, it’s just… that’s what you do. That’s what people are for. That’s how you survive, survive, survive.

“James,” says Jackie, and he’s never called him that before, it’s only ever been Jamie. “James, you gotta start trusting that I’m not going to throw you out if you show me who you are. If you aren’t convenient to me all the time. If you have more complex needs than a hug and enough to eat. You’re not my pet, Jameson. You’re my brother. My friend. My equal. You don’t have to earn my love, do you know that? You have it. You’ve always had it. When Anti had you, and you were all alone in the world, and your hands had already done horrible things, you had my love then. That has never changed and never will.”

And Jameson’s sitting there crying and apologizing, over and over again, and fuck, he realizes he’s holding the kangaroo stuffy in front of his face to remind Jackie that he belongs to him, instead of holding it for comfort, and Jackie just gets down on his knees with him and hugs him tight, tight, tight, and pushes that kangaroo to his chest, and holds Jameson for as long as it takes, cause “you’re not a toy or a pet and I’m never going to hurt you, do you understand, I am NEVER going to hurt you, break my heart and I will still be here waiting to keep you safe, just like that time Henrik broke my favorite headphones and I still made him breakfast the next day - ”

and Henrik goes “HEY” and Jameson snorts and hides his face in Jackie’s shirt. and for once it doesn’t actually feel like “hell yes I’ve earned some affection!! hell yes I’m in his good books so he’ll take care of me!!” it’s kind of just like “this is Jackie and he loves me.”

it’s a start, you know? he has a lot to learn and sometimes the world still feels like a board game where survival is the goal and everybody else is just a card you can play. but he doesn’t want to use anyone. love is better when it’s real.

and damn, but Jackie really does love him.

[indigopurple]

Basically a review of OP episode 503 ig

Currently rewatching post-war arc (in the dub so I don't have any screenshots for u guys sry) and theres a few things id like to point out.

During a conversation Dadan once had with Garp, they were talking about Roger. Garp said that even if they were facing powerful enemies, he would never run away because he wouldnt dare leaving his comrads behind; it wasnt an option for him. Obviously we see this in Ace. But ALSO, isnt this what he did with Katakuri? It was a little different cuz of the setting mostly, but he separated himself from his crew to fight off katakuri, and lied to them about being okay so they didn't worry (he was already getting his ass kicked by then, so he just made that stupid smile and told them not to worry (or smth like that, I can remember the exact line) (that smile was so gross and fake cuz he fucking sucks at lying). Also he said roger destroyed a buncha soldiers cuz they mouthed off his men. That's what Ace tried to do but instead he died. :(

"The pain he went through just made him hold on tighter to the ones he loved" -Garp, about Roger. "Despite his flaws and his bad reputation, his crew still trusted him completely." -also Garp, about Roger. These both sound a lot like Luffy AND Ace.

When Dogra got home and told everyone about Sabo's ship being shit down and him dying (which we all know didnt happen, thank fuck), (by the way the absolutely lost looks on Ace's and Luffy's faces with the sudden silence hurt like a bitch), Luffy started crying and said "WE SHOULDNT'A LET HIM GO, IT'S ALL OUR FAULT". Which fucking says something about him (thinking of episodes 913-915 when he goes fucking berserk, but before that he learns that Kaido probably killed Tama and he says "I should've escorted them..!" (*ugly cries*)). Ace also reacted pretty similarly-- "Sabo...why didn't we go back into town and bring him back here?! We're so stupid!" And he gets mad and asks where he could find the bastard that killed him (obviously not getting a good answer since it was a fucking celestial dragon ugh). That is what Luffy does, in present time. He results to anger first, not sadness. Not sure when he learned to do that but I'm 99 percent sure it was from Ace. Also the blaming himself thing? High chance thats ALSO from Ace. Who else would teach him that self hating behaviour?!

Dadan pins Ace down to stop him from going after the Celestial Dragon to calm him down, telling him he cant do anything, he's not big or strong enough to do anything and he'll be killed as soon as he tries anything, especially since it was the whole country -the whole WORLD- that killed Sabo. He can't do anything. And then they tied him to a tree outside to let him cool off. Oh yeah then he also told luffy to stop crying like a little girl or else he'll- (and he didn't finish the sentence). ...Ok maybe thats why luffy started being more angry than sad.

This is where things get a little more :( . Ace reads the letter Sabo sent them before he died. As he reads, he walks to the end of the forest, to a cliff overlooking the ocean. And starts fucking bawling (btw the voice actor who had Ace's childhood part did not do a very good job, no where near as in character and real as Coleen Clickenberg did with all of Luffy's crying scenes. She was spot on.) ...do you see where im going with that? He isolated himself before letting himself feel sad. It was all rage and then calm beforehand. Y-you see where im going with that. Dont make me say it.

"How's Luffy doing, is he any better?" "Well...he hasnt been eating much, but he still eats twice as much as we do". Oh look, That's what happened after Ace died too. There's a behavioral pattern that hasnt gone away. Not sure why it wouldve tho.

Luffy is mopeing, lying on the ground in a similar setting ace was at when he cried. Hes thinking about some of the things Sabo said, like how theyre gonna sail the seas together, and he clenches his hands into tight, shaking fists. After Ace shows up and hits him, and talking abt some other stuff I don't feel like relaying, Luffy tightens his grip on the straw hat and tells ace, whimpering, he wants to get stronger (and stronger, and stronger, and stronger and stronger and....) And he wants to be the strongest in the world. "And then, I'll protect everyone. I won't lose anyone I care about". He gets stronger mainly to protect the people he loves. And then he asks ace to promise he won't die. To which he hits Luffy again and tells him he should be more worried about himself dying first. And then the famous line that hurts like a bitch- "I'm NEVER going to DIE!" And then this hopeful music comes on (fucking damnit funimation, u gotta do this? Really??) Also he says he wont die as long as he has a wussy little brother to protect. ...FUCK. Ok, the fist clenching is a thing he does all the fucking time, usually when he gets mad. This was different because he wasnt mad, he was sad. He clenched his fist because thinking about it hurt. Which, huh, sounds a lot like his whole episode after waking up from his 2 week coma on the polar tang. To try and stop the mental pain of those horrendous memories, he resulted to physically pain. He hurt himself. So, He clenches his fists in times like these to fight off the mental pain and the urge to cause himself physical pain. Guys, our boy is bad at emotions, help him. ....ok this paragraph is longer than I anticipated so ill dumb down the rest of it ig. Next part, him asking ace to promise he wont die. The music, the body language, the over change in mood- this comforts him. He stopped hiding his face and silently sobbing after ace said this. OH YEAH! didn't he tell jinbe not to die when they parted ways in Totto Land? And then, hes missing still in Wano and we see Luffy is worried....but convinced Jinbe will show up. Again, this comforts him. Hes nervous cuz someone KOFF KOFF ACE broke that promise once. But jinbe is his crew mate so he trusts him, thank god.

"-But whoever did it, they must be opposed to freedom." The whole freedom thing? That runs through Luffy's blood and spirit.His brothers fought for it, his dad is the man who strives to give everyone freedom basically, and Luffy himself has seen enough of the OPPOSITE of freedom to be so, so much more than just against it. Hence why he of course was so eager to free the slaves in Sabaody, the kids in punk hazard, the toys in dressrosa, the country of Wano from Kaido's tyrany. The apple doesnt fall far from the tree huh.

I dont think Luffy would remember his promise with Shanks if it werent for his brothers putting feul to his dream. It was a stupid bet at first; he just wanted to beat Shanks, right then. But after meeting Sabo and Ace, he found the opposite of freedom and human rights. And then he wanted, REALLY wanted, to become the free-est man in the world; the pirate king.

Last one i promise ok? This one is less connected to whats going on in the episode at this point, but something I noticed (its so obvious everyone has seen this ok) was when luffy cries, his posture is always open. He doesn't curl in on himself like many people would do (I know I would, lol). He doesnt hug himself, protect himself. He's just, opened up to whoever is watching, literally. This has a little more to do with something I haven't talked about much in this post yet; his self-destruction issues. I said he tried to hurt himself when he felt mental pain, which is definitely similar. But he cries and doesnt try to protect or comfort himself, like he doesn't have that programmed into his mind. Reminder that he only wants to live because of his dream, and if he doesnt have his dream, he wants to die. (Whoa.). Ok, so no self preservation mechanism at all rlly. Hes basically ride or die. So, when things hurt so much that he cries, he has no hope left. He just kinda...dies inside. So this was mildly different after sabo died. Yes we saw him just standing there, sobbing. But the next day he's still crying, and instead he's laying on the ground. I saw that and the voice in the back of my head told me he wanted to be a part of that lifeless dirt beneath him. Then, Ace walked over. And his words made him feel the hope that I told you about earlier, and he sat up into a sitting position. And HUGGED HIS LEGS TO HIS CHEST. There's some self preservation! Some hope! Some will to exist, to live! Something we saw none of as he sat in front of his brothers corpse, shutting down. He sat there, open to his enemies, incapable of protecting himself. Practically anyone couldve killed him right then and there. I think he mightve liked that, at that moment. Like thank god he has that stupidly good luck cuz if he didn't I swear someone couldve thrown and axe or FUCKING ANYTHING AT THAT MOMENT and hed be dead becuase he never physically or mentally prepared himself. On purpose.

Our poor boy needs some fucking attention and therapists. (Insert my rant post about how jinbe is on the crew primarily for anger management and therapy, not just being a helmsman.) Ugh, smh ugly cries

Aaaaand thats about the end of the episode. Theres so many little tics and peesonality traits that you notive thru this episode, and I only noticed them cuz im rewatching this part of the show for like the third time. I don't react as much as the first time of course but some things are definitely sadder after knowing what's going on and what will happen later on.

Moral of the story (post)? I think luffy is almost equally as alike -if not, more similar to roger as ace is. Also, high key genuinely think Luffy met like NO ONE but Garp before he met Shanks and his crew. What the fuck was his first like 5 years of being alive like? (He wantd to be a pirate cuz Garp didnt want that. Rebellious baby asshole. And then shanks made things worse, in a good way for luffy. And then ace and sabo made that worse thing worse for a good reason. Luffy lives...for those influences. And that is fucking it. Why.

Oh thanks tumblr for moving my picture to the bottom of the post u fucking idiot

[prorevenge]

The Mean Girls club gets destroyed

So a while back I had the joy of stopping around 5 girls who had been openly using and abusing people. Most of them ended up losing partners and almost all their friends one lost their job two went to jail and they all lost their social status.

So context, years ago I worked in a large corporate store, trust me you would know if I told you the name. Now during this time I was in a dark place emotionally for various reasons and was very much a loaner which led to me being a target for this one girl (let’s call her CS for cos-play slut) now I know it sounds terrible me calling her that but really it’s what she was and trust me as this story goes on you’ll see why.

Now she quickly befriends me and gets me to help with video editing and photo shots I say yes as at the time I was trying to get into content creation and figured it’d help and I was a very lonely depressed virgin at the time and any girl showing interest in me made my brain go crazy. Looking back I kick myself for letting her use me that way but I was stupid and didn’t know better. This girl used me for everything from making me edit videos for her and her friends totaling around 3 or 4 videos a day all with different styles and length to getting up early to help with shoots that had to be done at sun up to get “the magic hour”. (I know it’s a real thing but still not the best thing to spend your day doing when your days off are spent making videos)

As well as using my help for her online stuff she used me for a lot of other things rides to her “meetings” with potential photographers (she never picked her them she was just sleeping with them) to buying her movie tickets that’d she would go to claim being alone with me in a theatre made her nervous so I’d have to wait outside for then I’d have to buy her food on a daily basis at work then if we ever did anything outside of it.

Now I know this sounds like I was the worlds biggest cuck and yeah I was. I had no self confidence as previously stated was a virgin with very little ability to socialize and never learned to choose how and when to give my help. So I was an easy target for all this, my parents tried to warn me against it but i didn’t listen and even at one point told her I liked her only for her to laugh in my face.

This went on for months in that time I quit content creation but was still editing her videos and was always doing something for her. One day while she was having me buy her supplies for another cosplay we ran into another girl whom we will call RB (random bitch) she was nice enough very energetic at first and I felt like we could get along so we exchanged info and became friends on fb. Afterwards CS told me how she was in a relationship and not to try and hit on her not even talk to her because I gave off a “creeper” vibe.

I only mention that interaction before this next one because it is chronological and because it was the first time I can ever trace back to the two of them working together against me. So after that CS starts going after another guy not gonna give him a special name but let’s just say he was terrible I mean really bad. Him and CS meet up once bang them he tells her all these lies about emotional damage and how they have to keep things a secret but still wants to be together. She believes him but he ghosts her she gets worried and has me look into from my end with an old friend. Now here two things happen that to this day I’m happy happened because it let me later on get my revenge the first was I created a second fb account pretending to be a girl the next was CS gave me full access to her fb.

Now like I said this dude was bad news he was cheating on her didn’t even need to catfish him just sent him a friend request and got dp back. Then I learned from some friends he did this serially and then ran across a girl who after I asked her about him responded “that’s the man that raped me don’t contact me again.”

I gathered all this evidence and brought it to CS and she flat out refused to believe it was real claiming I had faked it and was just jealous of him and that she and I were never going to be friends again. I said ok and we stopped being friends.

Now then that was my interaction with CS, after we broke off our friendship I started messaging RB and we became friends little did I know the real story behind them. I’ll be quicker with this than with RB but to put it lightly she was worse she would constantly have me just give her money and buy her things like expensive things. I never felt like I could say no because if I did she would give a sob story about her sad childhood and me being a bleeding heart would cave.

This went on for two years during which time I got a lot better more self confident and a better all around person but i always would go back to my sad self when she would belittle me. Finally I had had enough I told her to stop messaging me and we weren’t friends anymore. She took it hard dragging my name thru the mud at the end of it I had one friend left.

Skip ahead two months and I’m feeling way better I’m smiling more often no longer wanna take my own life and am feeling great. But I was still upset about everything that had happened but couldn’t do anything that was until I got bored one day and was looking thru my phone and saw something interesting. CS’s account was still logged into my phone a second profile. On a lark I tried opening it it let me she hadn’t changed her password and had given it permission to just sign in.

I thought I was just gonna have a weird voyeuristic look into her life but what I found was even worse a fb group that was literally called “Mean Girls Club” in it I found 5 girls including RB and CS all talking about what they were getting guys to buy them and do for them. It was horrid to look at I scrolled up and up and up all the way to the first message and it went back years. I don’t know how but these 5 had been doing it for so long it was crazy.

It was then I started to form a plan. The first thing I did was screen shot everything and when I mean everything I mean I had thousands of pictures from this including but not limited to pictures of stuff they had bought or had bought for them. Nudes of their partners or of people they were interested in and then the biggest one a shared drop box folder filled with pictures and videos of them doing a lot of nasty stuff I mean really bad. Apparently this whole thing was set up so that none of them could stop nor back down at anytime due to the blackmail Dropbox and the fact the rest of the group would back the others.

I know this is crazy to understand but let me put it this way from what I gathered to OG group was a total of 8 girls and 1 guy the numbers that left all were told they would be ruined and boy was it bad. I read about them making some of the people leaving lose their jobs and families falsely accusing the one guy of rape of which if what they said was true he was forced to move to another state because of the rumors.

On top of that they ruined a local store making them go out of business and then getting another guy thrown in jail after they accused him of attacking one of them. I can list plenty of what they did that was bad but mostly all of it was them bragging about guys they were using for stuff and money and what they could get them to buy them. I of course was on there as was everything I ever bought them totaling around 5500 over two years. The two of them CS and RB were so proud of what they did.

I was astonished by what had happened and was honestly very hurt by it all I knew they were bitches but nothing of this level. So I did what anybody would do I turned them against each other. The first thing I did was use my fake profile to enter into the group chat under the guise of a friend of CS’s. Took some time and creative use of the two profiles but I did it then moved onto insight some war by messaging each of them about the others of the course of a month I had them all suspicious of each other with some he said she said then I struck with one reveal.

I sent RB’s bf a message from CS’S profile in sighting them to openly flirt then took a step back and told RB about it. All the while with my fake profile I told CS that RB wanted to burn her by sending out her blackmail then I messaged the rest relaying info on the upcoming conflict telling them to prepare to burn another person if someone else struck (think start of world war 1 but with 20 something girls). 3 hours was all it took from went that past message went out to the first “bomb” fell. It was glorious each one destroying the other telling significant others about lies cheating and theft. Jobs being called about misuse of company property and inappropriate behavior in the work place. Full on sex tapes were posted to tons of porn sites.

It was three months later that the dust cleared everyone but CS had deleted their social media accounts. It was then that CS started in on my fake account demanding for some form a of repayment stating she had never added me to the the group and that no one had had any dirt on me so I was unscathed. I responded with “Well let’s just say I’m a bitch, the names Karma.”

I deleted the profile and lost the login info for CS. I keep the Dropbox stuff though and screenshots since I’m sure if they ever put two and two together they could guess who I was. But now a full year later nothing.

I’ve not been able to know more then the basic repercussions of this sense I didn’t know the other three personally but RB ended up homeless for a few months before going to jail sense some of the blackmail was a video of her doing drugs while skipping a court date about drug use (she openly stated in the video the date and that the courts could suck it and told them later she was helping a friend go thru some hard time to get an extension) jail due to her breaking parole and lying to a judge. CS lost her day job and all but around 30 of over 5k followers as well as her bf who she was cheating on then he back up bf since she was cheating on him with another guy who was just in it for the sex. Last I heard she moved back in with her parents and can’t keep a job due to her running into people who know what happened.

TL:DR Got emotionally and financially used by two girls and then made their mean girl chat destroy each other’s lives.

PS if rslash is reading this hope you know you inspired me to share this because your vids are amazing.

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