#she feels so ashamed and guilty that she is relieved it wasn’t

[hezenkossapologist]

I miss you, Lace Harding. I wish we had more time together.

I can still feel you here. Maybe it’s a Dwarf thing, maybe it’s the Titans, or maybe it’s just… love.

[marrycv]

dealer!ellie x reader

warmings: smut, car sex, drug talks (weed), dom!ellie, sub!reader, kinda public sex?, swearing, no use of y/n just nicknames. i think thats pretty much all, tell me if i missed something

summary: Ellie has sold you weed a few days ago, you still haven’t give her money and ellie was growing impatient. She needed that money and you needed a new bag of weed. shes not gonna make this easy.

you were searching everywhere for some money, somewhere.. you had to have some left?! Today was the day Ellie said you’d have to pay her back or else- you don’t wanna think about it.

Ellie was the dealer of your college, well not the only one, but the only one who wasn’t super expensive and she looked good, so she was your favourite one. She always had that brown leather jacket and those dirty boots on her. Like she had some kind of attachment to it, she always wore it. What was even more attractive was that she had some dirty smudge eyeliner. not too much but not like it was not enough.

Plus, ellie played guitar and she was one of the rare lesbians in your school. Everything in your type… huh?

you were still looking around your dorm like you just lost something that cost 20K. As if.

Panicking, you received a text message from Ellie.

Ellie 🚬 : im in the parking, come in my car.

you : omw

You took vest and put it own and got out of your dorm. When you arrived in the parking you realized you still didn’t have any money… you were in serious trouble.

you saw Ellie’s old truck and got in. you greeted her with a small ‘hi’ and you look ashamed. Ellie knew that look.

“you dont have the money? is that why you’re so quiet?” Ellie asked.

she saw right through your mind.

she always did

“i know.. im sorry you said it was my last chance.. i just really dont have anything right now and- i dont have weed anymore. no money, no weed… im so sorry” you said as you were feeling so dumb to not pay her back

“fuck.. i really need that money, i gave you two weeks, which i usually dont do” Ellie said, like she was fucking disappointed in you.

“i’d do anything to pay you back, i swear!”

Suddenly, ellie checked you up and down. she had to think for a minute. everything was everything.

and she needed something.

“anything huh?” Ellie repeated

“please i just dont want you to sell me to some freak…” you were saying some kind of nonsense, like a 19 years old would do that

“C’mon, you know i’d never do that to you” she replied

your eyes widened. she was sending goosebumps to your spine.

you sighed, relieved.

“what can i do to pay you, ellie?”

she nodded her head toward the back of her truck “sit back there” she said looking at you with her emerald eyes, piercing through your soul. she had that kind of power over you, and she knew it.

you did as she asked, no question asked either. just did as she told you to, like the good girl you were for her. Ellie smirked at how easy it was to make you do something, she smirked to see how much of power she had over you now that you would do absolutely anything to pay her back. but you also had the choice to just go back home and… her just, taking everything that would come as money for her. taking your tv or something, you owned her a lot of money.

ellie joined you in the back seat, manspreading, her knee touching yours.

you suddenly realized what was happening. like the dumb fool you were. now, your skirt felt too small, your crop top felt too revealing, your palms were sweaty and there was no turning back.

“so how much do you wanna get rid of that depth you have for me, doll?” That nickname made your heart skip a beat.

everything was happening so fast, at first you were saying how sorry you were and now..? ellie wanted to fuck you dumb, as a mother fucking punishment and for her own guilty pleasure.

“you’re gonna need some kind of consequences to your actions, you know that, right?” ellie asked you as she put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“mhm.. yeah” you tried to master. ellie was just making you insane.

she lighted up a joint and started to inhale some of it. her long and veiny fingers were around that joint, making your underwear slightly uncomfortably wet. you looked away when you catched yourself staring. staring like a fucking dog in heat. whatever, it wasn’t something new for someone like you when you were with someone like her.

Ellie handed you the joint, which you welcomely accepted. bringing it to your lips, making eye contact with her as you inhaled the smoke in your lungs. something you could never be tired to feel.

that tension. that tension that could be broke with one word.

you two just, smoked that joint in a painful quiet awful silence. you could hear the noises of your neighbours doing some kind of frat parties or some drunken men in the streets. your heart beating like crazy, you were sure she could hear it too. you were sure she could smell the nervousness out of you.

the way this all seemed normal for her to smoke with one of her untrusted clients. you would never give her the money at the time asked, ellie knew that obviously.

“sit here” ellie finally spoke as she finished her joint, and tapped her lap. you looked at her up and down, she was still manspreading. she was so mesmerizing, hypnotic, you just did as she asked, without asking for any questions. just like when she asked you to come sit in the back of her car.

you would actually do anything she asked

you sat on her lap. putting your hands on her shoulders to steady yourself. you felt something hard from her pants. which made you gasp.

ellie, would just fucking smirk

“i knew you wouldn’t have that money, princess. i just guessed that i had to find something else to make you useful to”

you felt your checks burning and your heart racing faster than it already was.

“you brought your-” before you could continue ellie cut you off

“my cock? yeah.. guessed you needed it to learn from your fucking dumb behaviour”

“i-“

“you dont have to say anything, doll..” she said as she shushed you. her slang finger cupped your lips, which she started to force it to get into your mouth. you opened wide for her, sucking on her fingers. moaning at the taste her fingers felt on your tongue, you could taste sweat and weed. you found yourself so fucking addicted to it.

she then, kissed you. into a sloppy french kiss, her tongue already in your mouth, dancing with yours. you could feel you wanting more, you could feel ellie wanting more- the way she was grabbing your neck with one hand and your hip with her other, to make you closer to her, as it was even possible. you moaned against her lips, which made ellie fucking crazy.

“so needy huh?” she asked more to herself than at you

her kisses went down to your neck and you found yourself titling your head to the side to give her more access and you also started rubbing yourself against her thigh. needing to add something on your clit that was aching in attention. you were in heaven yet, you wanted to go higher.

she felt you rubbing against her which she took both of her hands on your hips and helped guiding you. you were a whimpering mess and she was kissing the fuck out of your neck- probably making purple marks on it which you absolutely loved to feel. you loved to feel how she made them so you just didnt care if you would wake up tomorrow all purple.

“ellie..” you said, in a whine, needing more

“what? i need your words angel, speak up.”

“i-i need more, please” you were so desperate, you didn’t know how much more you could ask her but you wanted all of what she reserved for you.

“see? you’re such a good girl when you can baby” she said as her hands went on your thighs, making its way under it and under your underwear. But she obviously needed to take her time with you, she loved to tease you. your hips your rocking over her fingers that still haven’t even touched your clit. that made ellie go so fucking confident. the weed started its effects and you felt yourself so much more in need of her touch. you were 10 times more sensitive, ellie the same as you. she was literally holding herself to not stretch you open with her 7inches dick she got just for you.

her fingers did its way under your underwear. running your juices everywhere on your pussy- making you jolt in pain. you just couldn’t take it. you just couldnt endure all that torture.

“ellie, fuck… please”

“dont be so impatient, you fucking deserve it- you little fucking slut, thinking you’ll get that as a reward, yeah? nah, your fucking wrong. so so wrong. your gonna have to wait, princess”

her nasty comments were just making you wetter and wetter. you just could moan at her words as her fingers were everywhere but your clit.

she finally decided to add some pressure on it. making your back arch at the sudden pression you desperately needed.

after a moment, she turned you, making your back face her. she took off her pants and took off your skirt and underwear. you were a bit curious but at the same time you knew what you were about to get.

but you were still surprised when the tip of her strap entered into your hole. making you gasp.

“take fucking it” ellie said whispering in your ear as she started to trust into you without any mercy. she wasn’t soft, didn’t let you adjust for her. it hurted so good.

“ellie! fuck” you moaned out, the pain was turning into pleasure as you started to trust your hips with her trusts.

as she was fucking you dumb with her dick, she brought her hand against your clit and did circle motions against it, which made you cry in pleasure. you needed to be quieter or the whole city would wake up.

Ellie placed her free hand on your neck and threatened you to be quiet while we mouvements were going surprisingly faster as you thought that wasn’t even possible.

she had no mercy and your cries made her only rougher against you. the strap was hitting just perfectly on her clit which made some grunts escape from her beautiful lips.

“els! im gonna- im gonna cum!” you said as you felt your high approaching.

“dont you fucking dare!” ellie said as she was trying to reach her orgasm with trusting in you harder and faster.

her mouvements started to stutter and she was slowing down, she was reaching it

“fuck cum with me yeah?” ellie said as you both then came together.

“fuuuuuckkkk!” you moaned as she was still in you, riding out your orgasm. never had one that powerful, it felt like fireworks. she made you feel something none else could ever make you feel.

“you did so good for me doll.”

you smiled as you both cleaned each others up

this is my first fanfic here, i hope yall enjoyed it 😭

[miguelswifey04]

hi! how do you think miguel would react to teen!gabi’s vape addiction (if she ever had one?)

hi this is such a good one!! omg i had already written it BUT i lost my draft :(( but im writing this again just for you <3 thank you for your request, much love 🤍

“mija! que es esto?!??!” miguel yelled from upstairs as he had just found a vape under gabriella’s pillow. he was just roaming around her room, cleaning her room as he usually does since gabriella allows it. he would have never thought his own daughter would do such a thing. he was dumbstruck and felt his heart drop to his stomach. his thoughts ran 100 miles per hour and his emotions were swirling within him.

hurriedly, gabriella ran upstairs to her room. she knew she’d been caught by the way her father’s voice boomed with anger. “papa—“ she stood by the doorframe as her face went pale. she felt herself go pale and could even hear her heart beating in her ears. “i-i can explain.”

“mija. you better have a good explanation for this.” miguel shook his head in disappointment as he ran a hand through his brown tousled hair. his shoulders flexing with frustration and disappointment. miguel wasn’t one to play with these kind of things. he was big on health and of his daughter’s well-being. after all she’s the only person he has left. he would never want her to fall ill to drugs or anything of that sort.

“papa, lo siento! i—i was just curious..” gabriella said as she twiddled with her fingers in nervousness. she felt guilty and ashamed but just as any teenager they would probably fall into temptations. everyone makes mistakes and miguel knew this as his eyes softened even though his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. it was evident in the way his stress lines on his forehead were more prominent.

“ay mija! you know this isn’t good for your lungs!!” he protested as he motioned her to sit on the edge of the bed besides him. he was disappointed in his own daughter but that did not mean he was going to stay angry at her forever. he knew that wasn’t the answer but most parents wouldn’t know that anyway.

“i-i know…i’m so sorry. i won’t do that ever again.” she hung her head low as she looked down on her lap and picked at the skin of her cuticles. miguel frowned a bit knowing that his daughter was truly sorry and that he knew that teens make mistakes. he knows because he was a teenager once himself.

he sighed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. he looked down at her with a small smile, “it’s okay mija, i understand that but promise your old man that you will never touch anything like that again. do you understand?” his voice boomed with authority and protectiveness. he needed his daughter to understand that her health should be her #1 priority.

gabriella nodded as she looked up at her dad. she feels awful but she’s glad her dad hadn’t grounded her. miguel embraced his own daughter in his arms as he rubbed small circles on her back in reconciliation. he was relieved that gabriella understood him and that their conversation stayed civil. “i don’t want anything bad happen to you. you’re all that i have mija.”

[dappersappho]

I was almost 16 (like my birthday was literally two weeks away) on Election Day in 2008. Not old enough vote yet, I could only hold my breath. After the disaster that was the Bush administration, all I wanted was to see if a Democrat, any of them, could sort things out.

I was terrified that I wouldn’t see that happen because, of all people, the Democrats chose a barely known senator from Illinois, who just so happened to be a black man. Even my own friend group was saying pretty heinous and disparaging things about him. When I called them out, they would say, “Look, he’s just not experienced enough.” Or they were calling him a socialist even though they definitely didn’t know what that meant.

Even then I knew they were a product of their upbringing. In other words, their southern white parents who could vote. My mother and grandmother, both black, were the only people I knew who were openly supporting Obama. Well, them and my English teacher, who was white and a single mother. Nothing gave me hope that it would be enough.

Since Election Day is held on a Tuesday, I would’ve had school the next day and needed some sleep. But it was almost 11pm and a decision still wasn’t made. I tried to turn off the TV and go to bed, but I couldn’t. I just had to know. I had to see it for myself. I turned the TV back on. Five minutes later, Barack Obama surpassed the number of electoral votes needed to win. I looked around my room then back at the TV. This was real. I just witnessed something huge.

Suddenly, I heard my mom screaming from her bedroom across the house; I guess she couldn’t sleep and kept her eyeballs on the TV as well. I ran to her and we hugged, jumped, screamed, and cried. I don’t think we’ve ever seen each other so emotional before. She pointed to the TV, which was showing Obama’s electoral votes continue to rise, and said, “Look at this! 16! You were 16 when you saw this!”

The next 8 years were met with ups and downs. But I never turned on the news or opened social media and dreaded what I was about to see. I was open to learning new things and keeping up with what was going on. It was easy to care about others because I felt at ease with myself and my country. Was I proud to be an American? Debatable. But I wasn’t really ashamed either.

Then 2016 happened. I voted third party because I naively believed that I could make a statement in doing so (I deleted my tumblr account at the time because I kept getting into fights with people who tried to convince me it was a bad idea). That and I thought Hillary Clinton would win anyway.

I felt sick to my stomach. Once again, I couldn’t sleep, but for a different reason this time. I was almost 24, a super senior in college. A friend of mine and my roommate’s spent the night with us. They got more sleep than I did. The next day, all three of us skipped class. We spent the morning together in our dorm with cookies and hot cider. The rest of the day, we tried to avoid any place on campus that had a TV since the news would be on.

The next day, I had an afternoon class. We spent almost the entire hour discussing just how much of an epic disaster a Trump administration will be for our country. I didn’t say anything. I would’ve started screaming incoherently in the face of anyone who minimized my concerns if I did. I could feel it in my chest. At the same time, I was feeling guilty. Why didn’t I just grit my teeth and vote for Hillary? Why?! Would it have made a difference if I did?

My mind has been in the dark since, made even worse during everything that happened in 2020. Sure Joe won - I even voted for the guy - but at what costs? I still didn’t feel relieved. I felt no hope. An oncoming Biden administration felt like the storm would continue, but hey, at least it isn’t flooding anymore.

Now, at almost 32 and bound to witness a historical election once more, I see a light again. We’re not out of the woods yet. Even if Kamala wins, we won’t be. But, just like I did 16 years ago, I feel hope. I’m once again able to believe that things will get better. I’m scared of being optimistic, but I can’t help it. I need this. I need to believe we’re closer to a leader who can and will do right by us, who will listen to us, and represent us in the best way. If it’s not Kamala, she sure as hell will be one giant step in the right direction.

[nicascurls]

Something I’ve been thinking about for our Breaking the Dollhouse AU is how Jennifer had to end up staying in Tiffany’s house.

Maybe Junior is unable to unlock the cage and knowing they were running out of time for him and Nica to escape, Jennifer encourages him to go. She can see how much Junior is panicking but also wincing too, because the stress was getting to his heart and she knew about his condition. So she tells him to leave with Nica before it was too late.

Junior keeps arguing, insisting that he can take the entire cage with him, but Jennifer knows that’ll slow him down. She insists that she’ll be okay, she’s made it exactly 18 years in the cage, she can do another 18. He keeps apologizing and feels so guilty that he wasn’t able to take Jennifer, and then feels guilty that Glen stayed behind because she was still there.

So when Glen and Jennifer finally showed up at Lord Incarante, Junior so so relieved but very quiet around Jennifer. He doesn’t touch her and looks almost ashamed as he apologizes to her for not being able to get her out. Jennifer just tells Junior that it wasn’t his fault and telling him to leave was the bravest and most selfless thing she had ever done.

Oh, I can definitely see that happening.

Junior and the twins also weren't expecting people to be looking around as much after Tiffany started looking for Nica. They couldn't risk someone seeing and telling Tiffany.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

“Meanwhile Agent AA is assigned to interrogate Blur on what she knows about B.E.A.W labs and their C.E.O.” Margaret told Carl. Normally she would have Victor doing interrogations because his natural “lie detector” abilities were a major help. Unfortunately Agent AA was the best one she had right now that wasn’t emotionally compromised. Carl just nodded with a grim expression. He wasn’t terribly upset with the young heroine after learning she was forced to kidnap Becky and Matthew because her friends were chipped. He was still angry with her for hurting his son. Constance then interrupted the two. “So how did everything go with Matthew?” Constance asked. She was more concerned for her friend though than Matthew’s condition. Carl gave the woman a small smile. “He will be fine. Matthew is already patched up and resting. Carl then turned back to face Margaret. “I actually came out here to see if there was any news on Gene’s condition.” Carl explained. Margaret frowned at Carl’s request. “I’m sorry. Gene is still in surgery. I’ve had nurses and doctors come in and out of Gene’s room except for Hugh and Professor Tubing. They told me they don’t know how long Gene has to stay on the operating table.” Margaret answered with a sympathetic expression. Carl’s face became crestfallen at the news. “I see. Please let me know if there are any changes.” Carl spoke in a professional tone, trying to hold back his churning emotions. He knew his son’s conditions were severe, but the parent side of him wanted Gene to be okay now. Constance placed a gentle and reassuring hand on Carl, bringing the man out of his worries. She gave him a sympathetic and understanding look. Constance knew well what Carl was feeling, if her Archie was in a worse shape like Gene, she would be pacing around the hospital floor and throwing fits like a mad woman. Electric Blur sat silently on the metal seat. Her arms and ankles were bound with special chains. She didn’t try to struggle. She didn’t want to make any trouble or fuss with these people. She deserved whatever punishment they had for her based on her vile actions. Electric Blur felt so ashamed, guilt ridden, and angry. Angry at her father for making her like this, angry at herself for letting him control her. Ashamed of hurting the one man whose book inspired her to make a difference and do some good not for selfish reasons. Electric Blur also felt guilt for allowing her teammates to be chipped for so long and not doing anything about it. It was ironic, the man her father hated was the one who saved her friends from her dad’s control. She was grateful to Maddrix for that. It made her wonder if his massacre all those years ago was motivated by evil or by something more tragic. The door to the interrogation room opened and one of the agents stepped in. The man had a serious and calm expression. Electric Blur let out an internal, relieved sigh. She was glad it wasn’t that other male, Dr. Two Brains brother, who was interrogating her. She could never shake that murderous look out of her mind for as long as she lived. “Well Electric Blur, I hope you will be open with us and tell everything you know about B.E.A.W labs.” The man spoke. Electric Blur nodded with a determined expression. “I will tell you everything that I know sir if it helps you take them down for good.” The man’s eyes widened with surprise at Blur’s tone. “You can call me Agent AA. I assume you were being used by the B.E.A.W labs just like the rest of its prisoners?” Agent AA inquired. Blur shook her head. “I was being used by them. But please, don’t associate me as a victim, I have caused much pain for them and followed my father’s orders even though I was forced too.” Electric Blur responded with a guilty expression. This made Agent AA even more surprised. “Wait, does this mean your father is the C.E.O of B.E.A.W labs?” The agent asked in a shocked tone. Electric Blur only nodded her head in reply. @dualnaturedscientist

Questions plagued Carl's mind. Was Matthew going to be okay? Were they going to stop Atomic in time? What if they didn't? Was Atomic connected to the B.E.A.W Labs? "It'll be okay." Carl was brought out of his anxiety filled thoughts. Constance was looking at him with a sympathetic look. "It'll be alright Woody. Look. He's like a cockroach." Carl narrowed his eyes at her. She placed her hands up. "I'm not trying to insult him. This time. I'm just saying that he's like a cockroach because he's so damn hard to get rid of." She didn't like seeing him like this. Especially knowing exactly what he's been through. "He's so extremely difficult to get rid of. He's resilient. Though he did allow himself to be taken away. I don't think he'd be easy to get rid of. Besides. You shouldn't be underestimating that woman and your kids. They'll get to him in time. Have trust in them Woody." Carl sighed. "I suppose you're right but it's hard not to worry. He almost died once before. His life is at risk once again. I can't help it." Tears began to well up. Constance frowned at that. "Hey. It'll be alright. I promise. Besides, I don't think the kid would have it in him if they don't arrive in time." Carl was silent for a moment. "I can't help help. I'm scared Constance. Losing him. The thought tore my heart out. I know I shouldn't feel this way but I can't help it. I-" He was interrupted by her. "Hey now. It's okay. You don't need a reason to justify how you feel. You just feel the way you feel. That's all to it. " Carl was surprised at her words. Constance rolled her eyes. "You don't need to look so surprised. I can be wise and knowledgeable too." That earned a genuine laugh out of him. That was better. She didn't want to leave him in his anxiety ridden thoughts. Seeing him like that hurt. "If he does get roughed up. You can be his nurse. I'd be he'd love that. You tending to his wounds." Carl went tomato red. Sputtering her name. "Constance! You're terrible!" She cackled at his reaction. The ride to Dr.Two-Brains wad quiet. Until Maddrix spoke up, he didn't care that it was tense. He needed to speak his mind before they continued. "Atomic. I don't think he is behind anything with the B.E.A.W. Labs." Dr.Two-Brains looked at him. Raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean Matthew?" Margret wanted to make a wisecrack but remained silent. Looking at him as well. "He only went after me. If he was truly with them, he would've took Becky and I back. He would've killed you and the others. But he just wanted to go after me." Margret blinked. "Go on." Matthew was surprised they were willing to hear him out but he continued. "He didn't want to hurt anyone but me. Those who stood in the way. He may have forcefully put them out of the way but his intent with them wasn't malicious. It was personal he went after me. I don't think he knows much about the ray he had." Margret was about to put in her opinion and thoughts about it but they had already arrived at Dr.Two-Brains house. Alex landed next to them. Matthew attempted to walk into the house but he didn't make it far so Alex had to carry him in. Becky was happy to see him. Chirping happily. "Hey Becky. I'm sorry about scaring you earlier." He apologized but she had pong forgiven the man. Only caring if he was okay. Carl got up immediately and ran over to Matthew. Looking up at him with tear filled eyes. Without much thought, Carl placed his hands to Matthew's face and pulled him down into a deep kiss. Allowing it to linger for a moment before pulling away. Leaving Matthew breathless and flushed red. "Oh thank goodness! I was so scared! Don't you ever scare me like that again! I thought you were...I thought you were..."

Noticing how distressed Carl was acting, Matthew snapped into focus and cupped Carl's face. He gently brushed away the man's tears. "I know love. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that." Matthew spoke in a gentle tone, interrupting Carl's ramblings. Carl just sighed and stared back at Matthew with intense eyes. "I know you believe you deserve death and suffering after what happened all those years ago," Carl began to speak as tears filled his eyes. "But please! Please don't ever sacrificed your life like that ever again! Don't let yourself be taken or defeated so easily like that ever again! Seeing you dragged away without a fight..it was terrifying and painful to see you give up so easily like that. You may not believe it anymore, but you aren't capable of never being loved again. The thought of losing you again brought me more pain and suffering than what you did nearly 20 years ago. You are not a monster Matthew! Monsters don't feel regret, they don't apologize or feel remorse for their actions. You did that." Matthew stared silently at Carl. Neither man said nothing as they gently placed their foreheads against each other. Tears streaming from both of their eyes now. "I'm...sorry. I'm so sorry. Carl I..." Matthew tried to speak through his tears. "I know. I know." Carl only replied. Matthew didn't have to say anything. He knew what he was thinking. The others remained silent as they watched. None of them really saying anything and giving these two a moment, but also none of them having any negative reactions towards Matthew. Alex looked towards Victor and Two Brains. Both of them were having solemn but also bittersweet reactions. Alex wasn't sure what Victor was thinking, but he highly suspected what Two Brains was. Alex always figured, deep down, Two Brains could never fully hate his father. Whenever he was mentioned before, Two Brains would always have a solemn look, but never a hateful one. Alex figured Two Brains still loved the father that raised and cared for him and his siblings so well, he just hated the killer the man had become. Alex didn't hold it against him. He knew that if his parents and Rebecca were still alive, they wouldn't hold it against him either. Everyone was soon startled by Becky suddenly growling even as Tristan held her. They turned around and saw Atomic was beginning to wake up from the back of Victor's car. Carl, Tristan, Constance, the Chaotic four, Joe, Alan, Agent AA, and the Henchmen begin to tense up. Some of them were looking ready for an attack. Dr. Two Brains raised up his hands to halt them. "Hang on a second everyone. Atomic may be conscious but trust me. He doesn't have access to his powers right now." Dr. Two Brains tried reassuring them. Victor then spoke up. "He's right. Two Brains took his powers. He is out of the game but only temporarily." Atomic began to become lucid and tried to get out of the car. "How did you do that?" Jenkins asked as he still took on a defensive stance. Dr. Two Brains shrugged. "I went Professor Terror on him and shot him with a device from my staff that not only inhibited his powers, but also knocked him out pretty good. I originally designed the device in case Miss Power ever came back but I figured this was still a good time to use it." Two Brains casually explained. As Atomic got to his feet and his mind became more clear, his eyes soon landed on the group. His expression instantly morphed from puzzlement to fury when he spotted Maddrix standing near them still alive. "YOU ARE DEAD MADDRIX!" Atomic yelled before jumping into the air...and later falling back down flat on his face. It was a comedic sight. "Hey Matthew is stubbornness reacting out of emotion an inherited trait from your side of the family?" Two Brains asked in a sarcastic tone as he stared at the fallen Atomic with an annoyed deadpan expression. Matthew shrugged. "Um' shouldn't we still tie him up even though he doesn't have any powers?" Sunshine suggested. "I got this. Fluffy please wrap up the crazy hero." Archie requested his pet spider. @dualnaturedscientist

[noceurous]

—teach me what love is

summary: love is messy and tricky, something you could never thought you would have learnt from your husband whom you were forced to marry with

warnings: arranged marriage (kinda forced), angst, minor fluff, usage of pet names [sweetie, dove] cheating, anger sex, smut (18+), manipulation, fingering, oral, p in v, degradation kink, praise kink, slight pain kink, cream pie, a few spanks, mentions of blood and implied murder, running into an ex-boyfriend, swearing, not much of a Peggy Carter fan words, arranged marriage, mob!bucky

a/n: this just happened with an existential crisis || don’t forget to reblog/comment 🖤

He looked at the gorgeous blonde taking off her dress in front of him, smirking as she started walking to him. Swaying her hips just to get his attention on her excuse of a thong. She didn’t even bother to wear a bra.

She straddled his thighs, throwing her head back slightly, arching her back so he could see her breasts clearly. Nipples erected, begging to be sucked.

“I liked the presentation.” He chuckled, placing his glass on the table, hands going over her waist. Holding her tightly as he pulled her close, making him feel his erection through his briefs.

“It made me want to get a taste, so badly.” He leant down, biting down her nipple as she moaned loudly, not caring about anyone else’s presence in the mansion.

Her hips started to move, cock hidden between her clothed folds. She whimpered to the friction, her clit rubbing on his cock. She wasn’t ashamed of the fact that he was married and neither did he. He didn’t let anything to slip, it was always for the relieve of the stress he was carrying. She let him do it, liking the huge checks stuffed at her bra afterwards.

“You feel so good, sir.” She moaned, hands landing on his large biceps. She was really good at this, Bucky thought that he should thank to Steve for his recommendation of her. But his thoughts about this stopped when he heard your voice.

“Sweetie, I’m home!” He threw her next to him, clearing his throat at the sudden shame radiated off his body. He knew you thought of your marriage as just some words on a silly paper, without feeling but still he hated getting caught.

The blonde shrieked a small protest but he didn’t care.She rolled her eyes at him, no matter the money in their pockets men were all the same; not feeling guilty until getting caught.

You put on a huge fake smile, trying hard to not roll your eyes at the situation. This wasn’t the first time Bucky brought some stripper at home for some ‘action’ during your absence. “It’s nice to see you didn’t waste any time during my absence.” You said, pointing towards the blonde with your chin. “After you’re done, please don’t forget we’re expected by the Rogers’. You need to get ready and not smell like whatever cheap perfume she was wearing.”

You turned on your heels, closing the door behind you. He took a look on the blonde, her eyebrows were raised, waiting for an explanation. “Get dressed, as you’ve heard I’m busy.”

He said as he got out of the couch, getting dressed and walking behind you to your bedroom, after leaving some hundred dollar bills behind her for the scene in which you practically insulted her. 

“I thought you weren’t getting back until tomorrow, dove.” He said as he buttoned his pants, closing the bedroom door so the maids could not eavesdrop your conversation.

“It was before we got this invitation,” You said, shaking the small card in the air. “it’s for Steve’s son, or daughter, maybe the dog I don’t care.” You shrugged as you tossed the paper to the bin, taking off your clothes.

You were heading for a long bath, trying to relax yourself for the extravagant party Peggy was hosting, and her bitter words for you. She never liked you for some reason, probably because you didn’t buy the perfect couple game she was acting. Every couple had their flaws and Peggy and Steve were not better than you and Bucky.

Bucky cleared his throat to the sight of your body. Trying to not get affected by your look in your underwear, he knew you would not allow him to touch you after you just caught him with another woman. “Peggy doesn’t like you that much, are you sure about wanting to be there?” He asked, trying to look at somewhere else than your butt in the small black thong.

You smirked, and turned to him before opening to the door of the adjacent bathroom. “Like I care about what that bitch thinks about me. We’re married for a reason, remember? I’m just playing by the rules. You on the other hand cheating and dirtying our sacred bond.” You fake gasped, winking at him as you walked in the bathroom.

He rolled his eyes at your reasoning, he knew how he felt about your marriage, but it was made for a reason. But he also could not play the innocent when he was the one fooling around with other women while you were just playing the role of the perfect wife. Even though he didn’t give you any reason for it.

He couldn’t just open up to you and say that he saw you at one of the Tony’s parties, in which you didn’t even acknowledge his presence since your eyes only focused on your boyfriend. After some digging he knew what he had to do to have you. You were just stubborn, but he believed somehow he would get your heart. He just needed to be patience.

His thoughts are distrupted when he heard the music you put on. He just sighed and took off his clothes to wear something that didn’t smell like a stripper.

You hopped inside the bathtub, hoping the bubbles and some soft music would calm your nerves. You really didn’t like Peggy and didn’t want to be around her, or be somewhere that belonged to her.

You sighed, closing your eyes. Of course your parents would arrange a marriage for you, considering your previous incidents with men that they didn’t approve. Adding to that; it was a tradition in your family. Every daughter gets married with a powerful mobster eventually, to increase the family strength and have powerful allies.

But you were supposed to marry someone else, until Bucky Barnes came in the picture, trying to have your family on his side, saying he was better than the guy in their plans. Your ex he took it as a sign to break up with you, when Bucky stepped in. Saying he didn’t want to have Barnes as an enemy, leaving you just like that.

Somehow you didn’t hate Bucky, he was nice and kind towards you. Taking slow steps so you would adjust the idea of marrying him. You just didn’t understand why he would want to marry you out of the blue. Considering you haven’t even met before. He just happened to be in your father’s study room, when he announced that you would be marrying Bucky instead of Derek.

You walked in your shared bedroom, supposedly shared, considering you two rarely spending your nights together. He usually spends his night at the office or on the couch when he comes back from strip clubs.

“What are you going to wear, so I can pick my dress accordingly.” You asked as you watched him button his black shirt.His hair was slightly damp, he probably took a shower in the other bathroom to get rid of the cheap smell.

“The one I wore in our engagement party.” He answered as you chuckled at the memory.

“I know you hate me for what I have done, dove. But trust me, you’ll like me. I’m much better than him.” It was before you arrived at the party. You stood silent for the whole car ride, breathing through your nose. You were still angry at Derek for leaving you, and your parents for agreeing to this nonsense.

You thought he was just acting until you gave in to him. He wasn’t just nice, mobsters are never nice.You knew from your family, you knew from Derek who clearly had many imperfections but you still found yourself loving him somehow until the recent events. So why should be Bucky nice towards you, someone he barely knew?

You finally ended your silent treatment, clearly had some points to make. “I don’t hate you, I just don’t understand why you want to marry someone you haven’t met before.” He chuckled, placing his fingers under your chin. Making you look at him in the eyes.

“I have my reasons. You’ll find out, eventually.” He said before kissing you on the lips. No matter how much distant you were trying to be, your body always gave into his small touches. “Let’s get inside, shall we?” He added, winking at you.You nodded with a sigh, no reason to cause a scene.

You decided to wear something new, still matching perfectly with your husband. The cameras flashed as the two of you got out of the car, his hand placed on the small of your back as you walked inside the place.

“Mrs. Rogers loves to be on the newspapers. Is there anyone she didn’t inform about the party.” You whispered to your husband, staying close to him to not be a topic on the gossip sites tomorrow.

“She lives for publicity.” He whispered on your ear. Both chuckling at his comment when you saw Pepper walk towards you, extending her arms in the air.

“I’m so glad you made it. I’ve heard that you were in a vacation in Italy. Thought you wouldn’t come.” She gave you a small kiss on the cheek and you hugged her in response.

“How can I when I got a handwritten invite from Peggy Rogers herself?” You smiled at her. She was better than Peggy, at least you could gossip over people and she would be always true to your face. Someone nice to have inside your circle.

You looked over your shoulder to see your husband, saw him walk over to his friends. They cheered when they saw each other, but you saw the gun inside the jacket of Steve. So there was something they would attend tonight, not caring the huge crowd of papparazzi taking all of their pictures when they entered the mansion. 

At least he would be in a good mood tonight. After letting out all of his stress on some poor bastard, if not getting caught.

“You look thousand times better than the host, it’s nice to see people who still cares about fashion and what it stands for.” She explained as she walked you over to your table.

Peggy made some long speech of the meaning of the night, you on the other hand went to your dreamland and pretended you were back in Italy, wandering the streets of Portofino.

You held Bucky’s hand, gently squeezing it so he could raise his head and see how bored you were. You’ve had a deal, if you give him three squeezes, he would come up with an excuse for you guys to leave early. And that one was the first.

He leant over your ear, whispering; “I have some business to take care of, let me handle that and I’ll drove us away. Promise, dove.” He ended it with a kiss on your cheek.

You nodded, trying to not look too excited. Smiling at him in return, cupping his cheek. You two really looked liked the perfect couple on the outside. After Peggy’s speech was done Bucky excused himself to have a talk with the boys from your table, even though everyone knew what that meant.

After few minutes of Bucky’s disappearence everybody was wandering around, and talking something supposed to be important for the nights event. You were talking with a guest, about his charity. It was clear that he was trying to get a big fat check from you as a donation but you weren’t having it. You put on your fake smile, eyes looking for your husband to come back and drift you away but your eyes met with someone else.

Derek.

He smiled at seeing you. A blink later he walked towards you, his famous smile still on his face, the one you used to adore. “Looking beautiful as always. May I take her away?” He said as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer so the guy who was talking would finally let you go.

“You owe me, your disgrace and disgust could be seen from 10 miles.” You rolled your eyes at his chuckle. He was never fan of your outcast soup to this events.

“What are you doing here? Since when are you welcomed by my husband’s friend’s parties?” You spoke through your teeth, pushing him away slightly. You didn’t want his touch on you anymore.

“Well, considering I’ve got an invitation, I have no badblood with them. And why should I, I gave you away didn’t I?” He shrugged, popping an ordevr into his mouth from the trail next to you.

You saw his silver wedding ring across his hand. Trying your eyes not to tear up with the memory with a similar one.

“Once I have this ring on my finger, you’ll be the only woman I love. And I’ll prove my love to you everyday for the rest of our lives.” He said, looking at the silver ring. You bought your rings, for the wedding. Celebrating this with making love.

“I’m already the only woman you love. You should start proving your love to me.” You said kissing him, pulling down the dark red sheets covering your bodies. “I can think of some ways, want me to show you?” Your hands wandered on his naked body, getting lower until it reached the destination.

“Gladly.” He moaned at your firm touch, raising his hips slightly to get more of it.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m an object.” You said as you pushed away the memory. Stepping closer to him, pointing your finger towards him.

“You didn’t give me away, you decided not to fight for me, afraid from the guy whom I call husband now. You promised to love me and prove your love to me every single day. Thanks to Bucky I know you’re nothing by a liar.”

“Baby I know I sh—“ He tried to speak but you stopped him.

“Do something smart, and don’t ever cross roads with me ever again. I can make you regret it.” You turned around your heels, heard his response but didn’t care.

“You’re a true Barnes.” You started wandering around the place to find your husband. Hoping he wasn’t fucking someone in a private place, he never done that before, but better safe than sorry. Both of you knew how fragile your reputation was.

You walked over to one of Bucky’s men, the one who drove you here. You usually hated them being around but this time it came in handy. “Jacob, can you do something for me?”

“Of course miss.”

“Can you find my husband and tell him, that I want to leave, and I cannot wait for some reason? If he can’t come, I’m leaving by myself.”

“I can inform Mr. Barnes about your situation miss. But I cannot let you leave by yourself. I have direct orders from Mr. Barnes himself.” You rolled your eyes. Of course he gave such an order.

“Okay, but be quick, can you?” He nodded, finger pressing on his earpiece as he walked towards the corner of your room.

You crossed your arms around your body, trying to think about some happy memory instead of watching your ex with his wife. Who happened to be right in front of you, dancing in the extravagant living room of the Rogers’ mansion.

He was dancing with her, soft song playing in the background. She looked happy like you were happy when you’ve had Derek. Their wedding rings, shining with the lights of the room, looking like the perfect couple they are.

You’ve had million questions in your mind. What would happen if Bucky didn’t step in? Would you be the one in his arms and dance with him? Did Derek really loved her, or just married with her because he wanted a wife? Did he still think of you from time to time, like you did?

Bucky never danced with you, only one time at your wedding since it was a tradition. You hated every second of it, missing your ex and in your mind pretending it was Derek and not Bucky.

“Dove?” Bucky walked over to you, brows frowned in a worry. “What happened? You said it’s urgent?”

You blinked your tears away, chuckling at the splatters of blood on his face. So he had better time than you. “I’m homesick. Can you please take me away?”

He clenched his jaw. Looking at the direction you were facing before and saw the dancing couple along with the others. He thought you were passed this, that he wasn’t a issue for your marriage anymore. “Sure.” He said, wrapping arm around your shoulder.

“You should also wipe away the blood, or stand apart when you shoot people.” You whispered taking out his handkerchief from his jacket, wiping away the small droplets on his face. “People can notice, sweetie.”

You stepped closer, kissing his cheek. “Thank you.” You whispered to his ear. You knew he knew why you were upset, and a confrontation was waiting for you back at home.

During the drive back, you didn’t say anything. Only placing your head on his shoulder, he was your rock from time to time. Someone you’d always have by your side. You actualy said till death do us apart, after all.

“What did he say?” Bucky finally snapped once you entered your bedroom, you taking off your jewellery.

“Who?”

“You know.” His tone was cold and bitter. You could sense his anger. You tried to sound nice as possible, trying not to start any argument.

“He didn’t say anything, I asked him why he was there and he told me he was invited too.” He shook his head. It wasn’t the answer he was looking for, so it was better for him to ask.

“Do you still love him?”

“No.” You said without a blink, and it was not a lie. You didn’t love him anymore, you were just upset with his decision.

“Then why seeing him makes you upset dove?”

“Because he promised me something even you cannot give.” You said as you stood up, hand going behind tour back.

“And what is that?” Bucky admired and hated your calmness. Even thought he world was ending you’ve had the ability to talk like you were going to grocery shopping.

“Love.” You answered, pulling down the zipper of your dress. “He loved me, something you are not capable of.” You finished finally turning to him. Standing in your black lingerie, but no matter how hot you looked, it wasn’t enough to calm him down.

He growled with your accusation. Walking closer to you. “If he loved you, why didn’t he even try to fight for you, dove?” You tried to walk back, but he already cornered you between him and the wall.

You tried to find an answer, something you were doing since Derek broke up with you. Bucky placed his hand next to your hand, leaning closer to you. Caging you completely. You knew what he was trying to do, breaking your walls. So you would tell him what you really feel and face with the fact that you’re a true married couple.

“I can give you power, money, and safety. Something that prick cannot even provide to himself, aren’t they important dove?” He whispered. His hand landed on your exposed waist, cold metal leaving goosebumps

You gasped when his hand raised and wrapped tightly around your throat, making you look at him in the eye. “And if love is what you desperately crave; what makes you think that I can’t give you love, dove?” He breathed into your ear, his thumb tracing your jawline, eyes went dark with anger.

You laughed at him, “My husband who cannot stop fucking other women behind my back is talking about loving me. I’m sorry for not believing this promise.”

“You never gave me a chance. You didn’t talk with me, unless you had to. Didn’t spend anytime with me, other than sleeping in the same room.”

“Why should I? You destroyed my relationship. I was forced to marry with you because of business. You aren’t that fond of me either so why should I give you another chance?”

He laughed at your question. “I’m not fond of you ha?” He took your hand and placed it on his pants. Breathing through his nose. You gasped when you felt his hard cock. “See what you do to me, dove?” You looked into his eyes, smirking when you saw how darkened they were with lust.

Your hand closed around his hard on. You started palming his erection. “Give me a chance dove. Remember our honeymoon,” He groaned at your ear, fingers moving along your clothed folds.

Chuckling when he felt your wetness, pushing the underwear inside to feel you better. Your breath hitched with the cold contact, you raised your hips, trying to get more. “I can make everyday just like our honeymoon.” He licked the shell of your ear, pushing his finger inside, just like you got your hand inside his pants, touching his cock, moaning at how hard it is.

You smiled with the memory of your honeymoon. It was something just full of animalistic sex, not romantic at all. You two didn’t leave the bed for days. You were in your rebound phase and Bucky took great advantage of it. By fucking you in every position possible in that luxury hotel room, making you forget about Derek’s existence.

You gave up, it had been long since the honeymoon. “Oh, I need you inside of me, James.” You moaned out when he curled his fingers. The sound of your juices echoing in your ears.

“As you wish.” He said as he pulled down his pants and your panties. Wrapping your legs around his waist when he pushed it inside you.

“F—fu—fuck!” You stuttered when he wasted no time to fuck you. He was eager to give you pleasure. And he knew well you liked rough.

He raised your chin, smashing his lips on yours. You felt his warm tongue moving on yours, sucking tightly. You moaned into the kiss. Your nails went to his back, digging them on his soft flesh, not caring about leaving marks. You knew he loved them.

You broke the kiss for air, his lips moving on your neck, biting down on the soft skin. Leaving a nice mark so everybody could see who you belonged to. His tongue licking the sore flesh, he was smiling at his artwork.

“You feel so good, dove. Tell me who’s fucking you. Be a good girl for once.” He said, hand going back to your neck to push it on the wall. Making you look at him in the eye.

He smirked when he saw the small tears of joy. Lips all swollen from the kiss. You looked perfect, just like how you were making him feel.

“You are, fuck! James you fuck me so good.” You breathed out, your fingers dived in his hair, pulling down his locks. He hissed with the pain, moving his hips faster.

Your toes curled, you could feel your orgasm getting close. You knew that he knew too, he could feel how your walls clench round his throbbing cock. “That’s right, dove. Fuck you’re milking down on my cock, you’re one desperate thing aren’t you? Come on, I know you want to cum. Cum all around me.”

You cried when the tight knot in your belly snapped. The euphoria taking all over your body. Your body trembled all around him, your mouth hung open, almost a drool escaped your lips.

He carried you to bed, laying down your gentle body on the soft sheets, as he slowly pulled out with a hiss. He turned you around, making ypu lie on your belly, as his large ringed fingers roamed around your back. Stopping when he reached your butt, giving you a loud spank.

“Oh.” You moaned with the sharp pain, hearing his chuckle after the shuffling noise of his clothes being discarded. “You always loved getting spanks, my dirty little whore.” He said before he spanked you once more. Smiling at hearing your sweet moans.

He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to his erection. You whimpered when he pressed his tip on your aching folds, pushing himself inside of you in one move. Both of you swore with the contact. “Fuck!”

He mumbled something you could not understand under his breath, moving slowly inside of you. Biting down his lip at the feeling of your walls, sucking him inside.

“Fuck, James!” You cried when his tip brushed along the right spot. Hands going to your soft pillow, squeezing it for a support. “Right there! Fuck! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

“Yeah? You like it dove? My good little girl taking all of my cock like a pro. You liked getting fucked like a whore, didn’t you?”

“Hmm.” You mumbled, feeling the heat surrounding your body, you arched your back, feeling more of him.

“Yeah, am I better than him? Better than the sore loser you once called boyfriend.” You smiled at his jealousy, turning your head to see his darkened eyes. Lust and jealousy radiating off all around his body.

His hand went to the back of your neck, wrapping his fingers gently around it. Pushing you back, leaning over your figure. Now, his lips were close to yours, you could feel his breath fanning your cheeks.

“Answer me dove.” He groaned when he felt your walls clench around him, giving you one more slap on your butt. “Answer, be a good girl!”

“Yes!” You coughed the answer, he laughed at your ruined figure. How your swollen lips parted and mascara smudged. He gave you a longing kiss, all with teeth and tongue. Bucky got rougher, and faster. You could feel him deep in your belly, moving. You knew you were close again for another release. The taste of it almost on your tongue.

His teeth biting down on your lips, getting whatever he can from you. His other hand snaked under your bodies, cold fingers pressing down on your swollen clit. “James!” You protested, hand wrapped around his wrist but he didn’t care.

“Give me one more, dove. Make a mess on my sheets.” He flicked your clit again, you bit down the pillow the muffle your scream. This one was more powerful than the first one.

“That’s my good girl. You did so good, now I’m going to cum inside you, I want to fill you up, okay?” He said as he pet your hair, you nodded slowly. Feeling some sort of a pride when he praised you, wanting to be his good girl forever.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you to the brim. You’re my dirty little girl, tell me you want it and I’ll give it to you.” Your walls clenched around him, your legs almost trembling to him edging you.

“Fuck. James, please.” You whispered, feeling his cock twitch inside you. Your walls started milking him, eager to give you what the both of you want. “Cum inside me please. I want to be full of you. Fill me with your cum, please!”

All he need was your words, you felt his warmth spill inside of you. He bit down your shoulder when he came. His hips stutter when he emptied himself inside of you.

He threw himself on top of yours. His fingers went to your sore folds. You tried to pull away but he pushed them back inside you. “Can’t get any of it go to waste, dove.” He said, as he pushed back the leaking ones back inside you.

You giggled, taking his fingers into your hand, guiding them inside your mouth. You moaned at the taste. Sucking down on his fingers, he moaned at the sight in front of him. Pulling back his fingers to replace them with his lips.

“Fuck, dove. You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“You’re not so bad yourself James.” He smiled at you, pulling the sheets over your tired bodies. You drifted to sleep, being tangled to each other.

Bucky didn’t want morning to come, afraid to see you get cold to him again. But he knew what to do, he needed your ex to be out of the picture completely so he would not fog your mind. He couldn’t risk being affected by his presence anymore.

Nobody should have messed with your mind and feelings. He loved his dove, and he would teach her the real love, no matter what it would take.

[shallowcrypts]

Avoidants are unfairly demonized.

And you know what? I’m sick of seeing anxious-attached folks being treated as if they’re fully the victim and totally blameless.

They just cannot ever admit that they might make mistakes, especially serious ones. Can't apologize. Self righteous as hell, and so, so blaming. It's such bullshit. It’s so often that the avoidant partner is forced to take “accountability” for whatever the issue and the AP gets to be relieved that its “not them” and they don’t have to look at their own outrageous behavior that may have contributed to the original issue.

AP’s get all the sympathy because they are usually the loudest, therefore we all have to center around their feelings. It's not that the avoidants DON’T want help, it's avoidants are more likely to avoid and if someone doesn't like conflict and the AP is constantly having a temper tantrum... so who is going to get heard? Have the most attention to their problems?

I was recently talking to a friend about couples therapy with her avoidant partner & even in listening I could tell that she didn't realize how much she dominated the therapy sessions, while simultaneously complaining he wasn't there enough. When he finally broke down and cried about something she had said, her response? You've never cried about that before but it bothers you NOW?

And that’s the thing, it's never good enough for APs. It is hard to be a person when an AP is suffocating the room, and it's easier for them to blame avoidants because we are the only people who will continually put up with their shit, because we ignore it and somehow they are the victims in that too. The goal post is forever changing with them, and nothing is ever good enough. They complain and put pressure on to be, think, feel a certain way and when you manage to come close, you're still somehow in the wrong. I would rather shove everything down and suffer silently than possibly trigger an AP into an episode because THAT is pure psychological torture.

And don’t even get me started about how they then proceed to be the "humble brags" of self-work:

"I just have too big of a heart and I over-give because I'm too generous.”

If all the APs I've known ACTUALLY took accountability it'd sound like:

"I make comments with the intention of making you feel ashamed and guilty so that in your diminished self-worth you might be insecure enough to come to me. Maybe if you're upset we can have a conversation or emote at each other, which is a form of connection, so I force that since I can't force you do do whatever I want at any given moment. I push and push and push and push you so that when you break A) again, I can feel the connection that comes with conflict, at least, and B) I can feel victimized by how 'mean' you are by finally breaking at my prodding. I do not ever stop to consider how this might be tanking your life and our relationship... because I always find a way to blame you for that. I have the audacity to purport to know what your problems are and your inner work should be, and though I'm begging you to open up to me, I don't listen when you do. I just cry because whatever you say scares me, and my fear is still ultimately more important than any of your experiences." APs don't "care" anymore than Avoidants as a default, though they may try too hard, sure.

The issue is that the “I care too much" gets recognized as "and that causes problems for ME” and they're like "oh look I'm taking accountability!" But they never get to the part about how them "caring too much" caused problems for OTHERS and they never want to earnestly apologize. Their behavior can be seriously, seriously, damaging to be on the other end of.

"I'm impatient, have unrealistic expectations, and I over-perform for love. I'm going to work on this with my therapist because I'm realizing now how this is backfiring and causing me pain."

^That would be accountability.

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 5: he should have stayed on that moon

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: mentions of blood

masterlist

"there you are!" allison ran up behind luther in the hallway. "i've been looking everywhere for you" 

"what are you still doing here? i thought you were gone" he turned to look at her in surprise.

"no, i was gonna go and then pogo showed me this-" she tried to explain what she had found but luther cut her off with a shake of his head.

"well, listen.. i was wrong about dad's death"

"what?"

"yeah, i was wrong about y/n, you know, to accuse my own sister of that- it's just-"

"no, no, i get it-"

"seeing all of you and being back here. i-i should be the one who's trying to bring us all back together not tear us apart-"

"would you shut up?"

"what?"

"you were right. about dad. come on, i gotta show you something"

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"i can't" eight didn't like crying, especially not in front of her father. he was always cruel, no matter how much the children pleaded and sobbed. she crumpled to the floor, exhausted. she hated training alone, she wanted to train with her siblings outside in the snow, it looked like more fun than this was.

"you are weak, number eight! we will continue until you can get it right" reginald glared down at her. "again!" 

she pushed herself up, wobbling. she weakly pushed herself again, trying to make something, anything happen. she squeezed her eyes shut, hands forming fists as she thought hard about what her father wanted. she didn't even know what she was expected to do. to no surprise, nothing happened. reginald sighed heavily, disappointed. he pulled a watch from his pocket before staring down at her as she fell to her knees again.

"you are dismissed, dinner will be in 20 minutes" and she was left alone. reginald disappeared into his office once again. she lay on the floor for a moment, heaving for breath. they had been training for hours, pushing her past her limits. grace and pogo lead her siblings, minus vanya, in through the doors. not wanting them to see her like that she gripped the table behind her, pulling herself up and leaning against it. 

"y/n?" ben frowned, stepping over. the others look at her in shock. she shook him off, grumbling about how she was 'fine'. he watched her stumble up the stairs, cringing in pain. her siblings all shared a saddened look. 

when they did rush down for dinner, y/n slumped into her chair, dark bags under her eyes. she barely touched her food, pushing it around her plate.

"number eight!" the next thing she knew five was holding her head up and her father was yelling at her. he degraded her, insulted her but she didn't hear a thing. five slowly let go of her, watching her carefully before turning away, back to his meal.

she sat up straighter and actually started to eat the food on her plate, after all, she must train on a full stomach.

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y/n and five walked up the stairs of the mansion, feet dragging heavily. as they stepped up they were met with luther and allison.

"five? y/n? what the hell happened to you?" both stayed silent. y/n stared at her feet in a sort of daze. everything was still kind of confusing. 

"are you okay?" luther reached out to five, "can we help?" the said boy took him by surprise, hand snapping up and grabbing his fist.

"there's nothing you can do" he spat before his expression saddened, "there's nothing any of you can do.."

y/n looked up, watching as he went. she frowned.

"you alright?" she stared at luther for a moment, grimacing as she remembered what they had last talked about. she kept her mouth shut, brushing past him to her room. 

"y/n, wait-"

"just fuck off, luther" she snapped before he could say anything. he should have stayed on that moon.

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"number eight" the remaining five siblings with powers stood in a line. it had been a couple weeks since ben's death now. reginald stood in front of them. they had all been told today's training would be different. "step forwards" she did as she was told, standing in front of the others. "you will be using your powers on your siblings today" 

her head snapped up at that as did the others. she had never used her powers on them before and they knew what she could do to others. he sent the others all around the house. she was told to find them, sensing where they were with a blindfold on, almost like hide and seek without any of the fun. it was when she had found them all for the seventh time that she sensed something else. 

"there are five people in line" she stated, "vanya?" 

"wrong" she heard her father scold. "there are only four"

"there's a fifth, i can sense it" she frowned, pulling her blindfold off to see only her four siblings. they all looked confused. "klaus.. is there a ghost? it.. it feels like ben"

"no" he answered far too quickly. ben turned on him from beside him,

"what? klaus! i am here! tell her i'm here!" 

"no, he's not" 

"klaus! what the hell?! you're so selfish! i am here!" but of course, she never knew that..

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"come on, luther, i have to show you" allison tried to pull him away but he continued to stare at where y/n had told him to 'fuck off'. he felt.. guilty.

"but.. what about y/n?" he looked at her. he hated that he upset her, he hated that he had accused her without any actual evidence. she was only a child, just like diego said. 

"she's angry, let her cool off. you should apologise but not right now, give her some time" allison offered a soft smile, "that's all she needs, some time. now, come on, this is important" 

"i just.. i feel guilty" luther frowned as they walked towards their father's room filled with cameras. "i shouldn't have assumed-"

"she'll understand" allison reassured with a smile. 

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y/n sat in her corner of the library, reading alone. she was calm, it was her safe place, nobody could bother her here. no training, no arguments, just peace.

"eight.." she looked up from her book at her brother's voice. five.

"what's wrong?" she shuffled over, eyebrows furrowing at the look on his face. he was worried, something five wasn't usually.. or at least he never showed it.

"i.. i want to time travel" he begun softly, taking a seat beside her. she frowned, why was he telling her? "i want to try but dad refused to teach me"

she froze, "you're going to try anyway" she realised. he nodded, now looking up at her.

"i know you think i hate you but i don't" he slowly begun, thinking of the words he was trying to say. "i'm telling you because i think you're the most trustworthy.. and i.." he paused, unsure of how to say what he wanted to. "i think you're the strongest, eight, no matter what our siblings may say"

"five.." she grimaced, "i know we don't talk much but i'll support you if anything happens"

"i do want to talk to you more" he sighed, ashamed for having obeyed his father's stupid rules. "but-"

"no, no. it's not your fault" y/n shook her head. "it's hard to go against him, i understand"

"you're too kind.. you shouldn't forgive people so easily, they'll take advantage of you" five frowned and she laughed. 

"i thought i was the strongest, huh?" she nudged his shoulder with her own, finally getting a small smile.

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"let me do that" y/n pulled a chair beside five, gently pulling the needle and thread out of his hand. he frowned but let her anyways. "you're antsy" she pointed out, eyeing his bouncing knee. "going somewhere in a rush?" 

"i need to go back" he stared out the door, ready to rush out. "i need to find whoever this eye belongs to so that i can stop the apocalypse" 

"i know" y/n nodded, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as she finished stitching him up. she gently used a cloth to wipe the blood off his arm before placing a bandaid over it. five stood, pulling his shirt on and buttoning it up.

"can i come?" she watched him stuff dolores into the duffle bag and swing it onto his back. 

"no" he barely spared her a glance as he moved towards the window. he climbed out.

"what? why not? come on, five" she leaned out the window, watching him begin to climb down the fire escape. 

"i need to do this, y/n, it's important" he looked up at her now. "just wait for me here, i'll come back, okay?"

albeit hurt she nodded, she needed to be understanding. she frowned, moving away from the window, hoping to find something else to do. instead as she walked out of the room she noticed luther.

she quickly moved towards her room, hoping he wouldn't see her. she couldn't deal with anymore fighting right now. to her misfortune he did notice her, following her to her room. she swiftly locked the door as she ducked inside.

"hey.. y/n?" luther stood outside her locked door, hand giving a single knock.

"what do you want?" she hissed back, refusing to open it for him. she didn't need anymore of his accusations.

"i'm.. i'm sorry for accusing you" luther sighed. he had to get this over with, she deserved an apology. "it was wrong and i shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that"

he heard her cautious footsteps as she made her way to the door. there was pause before she slowly peeked out. 

"you mean it..?" she frowned, eyeing his carefully. he nodded.

"i'm sorry. i know you've probably been lonely here, i know what it's like-"

"just shut up" she breathed out a laugh, pulling the door open fully, looking relieved. "no more fighting, please? i just want my family back.." the last part was quiet, vulnerable. luther nodded, smiling back. 

"no more fighting" there was a comfortable silence that fell over the two of them before luther spoke again.

"by the way, do you know where five is?"

"yeah, why?" she tilted her head at him, confused.

"we're having a family meeting.. it's about mom. i'm going to get him"

"okay, but i can't guarantee he'll find this as important as you do"

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[blogevaawrites]

Keeping to the schedule

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, sad, marriage, divorce, smut

Summary: After seven years of being married, two daughters and a difficult divorce, they try to understand what went wrong and why they let that happen.

Part I   Part II

I tried to process the whole information he was sharing and for the first time I believed I made a mistake. I saw it then, why he has been incredibly mad at me.

Sure, at first our separation was hard, but now he was looking happy, at least that’s what he shows me. I also was well, I still loved him but deep in my heart I thought it was the best for both of us. Now everything seems so wrong.

“There was another way. You could have told me everything, we could have dealt with all of that. You let this happen to us.” I said, full of resentment. His face was different then, he came here full of concern and then all what I was seeing was frustration.  

“What are you talking about? You filed for divorce. You decided unilaterally when we were done. You ran away from our marriage at first obstacle. This is not my fucking blame.” His words were like a knife in my skin. I never took it like that. All what I could see was his unhappiness and coldness, in my heart I was doing the right thing.

Tears fell down through my cheeks uncontrollably, our seven years together seemed thrown away. I could feel him moving around the room, he was trying to calm down himself.

“I thought you were being distant because you blamed me for the infection, and then when anything seemed to change, I thought you weren’t happy and that you didn’t know how to leave me.” I said after I got my shit together. I saw him shaking his head, I wasn't sure if he wasn’t satisfied with my words or if he was answering the accusation.

He didn’t response right away, he took a few minutes to breathe loudly.

“I felt ashamed of being the one who needed help after what you went through.” He said without looking at me, he was staring the wall behind me. “I could have never ever blamed you for something like that.” He finished. His hand went to caress my face before pulling me to his embrace.

“I’m sorry” I babbled between tears.

I let myself cry my eyes out in his arms. I felt like I threw out our life because I couldn’t put aside my anger to talk our problems out , like I put my daughters through all of that because I got mad at my husband. I knew he wasn't innocent at all but guiltiness took over my whole body and couldn’t shake it off.

His hands ran all over my back and the back of my neck; the feeling of security invaded my body and the need of get out of my own thoughts grew.

He was so close to me that I couldn’t help kissing him.

His hands didn’t take long before holding my face closer to him, in the perfect position to let our tongues connect with each other.

Needing for air we broke the kiss but not for long, he kissed me again letting his hand go to hold me up from my butt. I just could follow his actions; I didn’t want to do anything else. He took me to our bedroom quickly, he sat at the edge of the bed making me straddle him.

Without leaving my mouth, he moved the strips of my shirt away from my shoulders, leaving my breast on full display for him. His hands played with my nipples before taking them in his mouth. I just could moan, moving my hips to find some friction against his bulge. He showed me his excitement pushing my hips even closer to him.

“I love you so much” he mumbled against my collarbone. His words made my noxious thoughts hunt my mind, I knew he loves me, I loved him too; it wasn’t the first time he said it after our divorce, but it was wrong now. I stood up quickly, he looked at me confused while I tried to put my shirt on again.

“What’s wrong?” he asked extending his arm to reach me.

“Who am I now? Your sidechick. Isn’t works in the other way? From a sidechick to a wife?” I said with a sardonic laugh, rubbing my eyes, trying to concentrate again.

He laughed, laying down on the bed. I looked at him completely horrified by his reaction. He took his phone from his jeans and scrolled around it for a few seconds before handing it to me.

It was a kind of a contract, an agreement to release seven pictures along with a misleading and suggestive headline.

“Meghan asked me because her team want her to be related to a certain kind of people.” He explained, I knew that this is part of his job, and he was used to it before we got together.

“It’s a pap walk.” I said understanding what he meant, I wasn’t familiar to it because he hadn’t done one since we met.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. That’s what I wanted to tell you when I came the last time.” He took my hand to bring me closer to him while he continued explaining “I shouldn’t have agreed to it, but I realized of it too late and I wanted to talk to you before the pictures got release. I didn’t want you to feel disappointed or mad and don’t worry! I already asked her and Meghan to shut down any rumor.” He guided my legs to straddle him again. “I tried to bail out of it after what happened between us, but I just couldn’t.”

“Okay.” I felt relieved. I wasn’t ready to see him with someone else, and thank God, he said he wasn’t ready to date again.

“Let’s just put you to sleep, okay?” He said caressing my head and taking my hair away from my face. He saw my face and quickly he explained to me his change of mind.

“The girls are with Scott, but he has a flight to catch in a couple hours. I need to pick them up. Okay?” he said forcing me to look at him. “Hey! Listen to me I will call you as soon as they fall sleep, will that be okay?” he asked again.  

I nodded, getting up. I thought he was going to leave right away but he did not. He uncovered the bed for me to get in and laid next to me for a few minutes.

“You will always be the one. I promise.” He slurred against my temple, after kissing it.

He left the room without waiting for an answer, he must have thought I was sleeping because he tried not to make many noises.

After a few hours, my phone rang, and I didn’t wait a second to respond.

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to be up.” he said. I could hear him closing a door. I haven’t been in his new house, but I know his style very well, enough at least, to imagine it.

“I’m a light sleeper.”

“I know.” He let go a sad laugh. “I wanted to call you early, but Anna was interrogating my ass about my quick trip of tonight.” he said cooling off the environment.  

“Oh! Yeah! She can be very tough, it’s probably a phase.” I said with a smile, remembering the last time I had a quick conversation with our neighbor, and she thought I was dating him.

“Yeah! I guess, but I think we should check on her, maybe she’s experiencing anxiety because of the changes or something like that. I’ve been reading about kids with divorced parents can suffers these kinds of things.” I knew he was just worried about them; I was too, but right then I felt guilty, I felt like I did this to them.

“Okay” I murmured.

I was excited about his call, I wanted to figure it out what we could do to save this, but maybe it was too late. We held on everything for so long, and now it’s probably just too late.

“What do you want to do?” he asked calmly, completely away from my thoughts.

“I don’t know.”

“Tomorrow my sister is going to the lake house. She wanted me to take the girls, but I could let them go with her and we could hang out. I don’t know, we could have a kind of a date and talk, we could try to sort this out.”  

“Okay.”

“Is everything alright?” I knew he was asking because of my monosyllabic answers.

“Yes, I’m just kind of sleepy.” I didn’t want to talk anymore.

“Okay.” his voice sounded disappointed now. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Fine.”

“I love you” he said after a few seconds quiet.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to say, I loved him, but it felt like I was accepting everything, it felt like I was saying “yes, I broke us, our family”.

“Me too”  

I couldn’t say much else. I said bye and hung up.

He picked me up at 7:00 p.m, he told he wanted to spend the day with the girls because they wanted to spend the night over there with their cousins. We decided to just have a dinner at his house in order to have more privacy and also, we could be in a kind of neutral environment since he doesn’t feel it like home, and I don’t even know the house.

“You want a tour?” he asked as soon as we got in the house. I nodded and followed him through the house. I wasn’t wrong about this style, the house it was almost a copy of ours, and it felt weird.

“It’s very similar to ours, isn’t?” I said softly, I wasn’t sure how he was going to take it.

“Yeah, I know, Scott said the same thing, but I don’t know, I’m living here, and this has to be home now.” He said and all at once I felt the guiltiness coming back to my body, it was like I kicked him out of his home.

“We have your favorite for dinner” he said completely unaware of my harmful thoughts.

“Great.” I didn’t want to spoil any possible progress.

He took my hand guiding me to the dinning room. We had a nice dinner, just talking about our past, when we met, when I got pregnant with Anna, when we took her to Disney for the first time… we had a happy life.

We talked about everything, but we didn’t talk about why we let this happened to us. It was like we weren’t seeing the big fat elephant in the room. After the dinner he took me outside to have the dessert in front the fireplace.

“Are you okay?” he asked worried, I wasn’t being very talkative, and he knows me well enough to let it pass.

“Yes.” I said taking a spoon of mousse.

He took my dessert from my hands.

“You sure?” he asked, forcing me to look at him by my chin. I just could nod; I didn’t know what else to do.

He took my chin to his head, kissing me deeply. He got his body closer to mine and his hand went to hip and the other one didn’t leave the back of my neck. I kept to his leading until I felt his hand get under my dress, touching my naked thigh. I pushed him away from me softly. I stood up and rubbed my face trying to find the right words.

“This is not my fault.” I dopped. He smiled in confusion.

“Well, I guess it’s not, I started to kiss you, but…” he started to say.

“I didn’t break us. I may have been the one who made it official, but you decided not to tell me what was going on.” As I said that his eyes went dark. I knew he was ready to fight back, I have seen those eyes too many times.

“It wasn’t exactly an easy journey, I couldn’t…” he was accepting that he blamed me. His voice also changed; it wasn’t the same voice he used to used when we were married. This one was ironic, rough, and mean, the one he use since we were divorced.

“Mine wasn’t easy either! It wasn’t just a rough patch for me, Chris. I felt you were abandoning me, and you knew what I was feeling.”  My eyes were getting wet, and I tried to do everything not to cry.

“How I could have known that?” he sounded irritated, not just because he was talking louder but he also because his head was resting in his hands.

“Because I told you, Chris! I asked you to come back home million of times, and you rather take our daughters to the other side of the world than come back home with your wife.” I said, recalling the last time I asked him when he was going to be back. He didn’t answer, instead of that he set a whole plan. He made Scott flight to Boston to pick up the girls and then take them to Japan where he was filming his fifth film of the year.  

“I was working…” He said with a different voice.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” The air got cooler; we weren’t yelling anymore. He wasn’t looking at me when I started to walk out.

“I don’t think we can do this.” I said, ready to leave.

“We have to try it.” He caught my attention.

“Emma and Anna will be alright; they are fine now.” I’ve always thought that keeping kids in a unhappy marriage it’s way more dangerous that have a civilized divorce. I knew he was worried about them, but it wasn’t right.  

“Not because of them, because I love you and I know you love me too.” He was right.

“Maybe it’s not enough anymore.”

“Yes, it is! It has to be! I don’t want to be alone the rest of my life and if it’s not with you I will be, don’t you see it? It’s been almost a year and I still thinking of you as my wife.” He stood up to get closer to me.

It broke my heart that he was right. I can’t imagine myself with another man, and it could be just a matter of time, but I honestly didn’t think so.

“How could this work? We’re going to end hating each other.” I said verbalizing one of my biggest fears.

“We won’t. I promise.” He said pulling my body to his arms.

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[notkageyamasprincess]

what’s so wrong about us? | kageyama tobio x reader

characters: nii-chan!kageyama tobio x reader

genre/warnings: smut, incest, degradation, blackmail, dubcon, slight exhibitionist kink, unprotected sex

words: 2.0k

summary: you and tobio-nii don’t have a typical brother-sister relationship. how far can you go without getting yourselves caught?

notes: please please read the warnings.

“Haah…mhn…w-wait, we can’t! Mom and Dad are coming home tonight, we have to get ready.”

Your hands clutched at the sheets so hard that your knuckles were turning white. Kageyama pulled your lower half closer to him so that your ass hung over the edge of the bed, and kneeled between your legs, fucking you furiously with his fingers and tongue. You felt his hot breath fan over you as he removed his mouth.

“That’s exactly why we have to do it now. Let me taste you and get my fill.”

You cried out when he dragged a long digit against your sensitive spot and sucked your bud harshly, making you tighten around him and spray your release.

“Ah, not so rough! I’m still…ah, so-sore.”

Your older brother wiped his face with a towel and responded by spreading your quivering thighs even wider, drinking in the view of your glistening cunt.

“Well, looks like down here is really enjoying it. This slutty pussy wants more, doesn’t it?” He plunged his fingers back inside, fucking into you, filling the room with your wet noises. “Hear that? God, your cute pussy’s just dripping all over my hand. But you’d rather me stuff it full with something else, don’t you?”

You could only moan his name, too far gone to string together a coherent sentence. He was already edging you closer and closer to another orgasm. “Mmhn…yes…a-ah… Tobio.”

He frowned, stopped completely and took out his fingers, licking them clean of your juices. “Wrong name. Did you forget what to call me?”

“Sorry, Nii-chan…”

“Good.” He resumed his ministrations, slowly rubbing the inside of your walls. “Now, how do we ask for what we want?”

“Please…Nii-chan.”

Kageyama shook his head. “You can do better. What happened to the good little whore from yesterday, huh? Begging so sweetly to cum from her Nii-chan’s cock?”

You whined in desperation. “Tobio-nii, please! Please stretch out my hole with your fat cock. Want Nii-chan to fill me up with his cum.”

He grinned and nodded approvingly. “Good girl,” he cooed, unzipping his jeans. “Time for my pretty cumslut to get her reward.”

You heard the jingling of keys and the front door unlocking.

Your eyed widened and your brother cursed. “Shit, they weren’t supposed to come back this early.”

Your mother called out first. “Kids! We’re home and we brought takeout! Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”

“____, Daddy got you a souvenir on his business trip, come see what I have for you.”

“Really? Thanks Daddy! I’ll be down in a second, Tobio-nii’s uh…helping me with something.”

You rushed to put your skirt back on and made your bed while Tobio put on a large hoodie to hide his erection.

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You took a sip of water, trying not to think about what you and your brother were just doing as you chatted over dinner. The conversation moved onto work-related matters, so you sat and ate quietly while your parents exchanged stories.

Kageyama leaned over to reach a dish on your side of the table. “____, give me a handjob,” he murmured in a low voice.

You quickly checked if your parents heard before whipping your head towards him. “No way in hell. It’s too risky,” you hissed.

“I didn’t get to cum and I’m hard again. It’s because of you, so take responsibility.”

“You’re not serious.”

“If you won’t do it, then I’m going to tell Mom and Dad everything we’ve been doing for the last few months,” he threatened.

You started getting nervous. “Nii-chan… you wouldn’t…”

Seeing your frightened expression, he started coaxing you more gently. “Come on, please? Help out your poor Nii-chan…he’s in so much pain. Be a good little sister for me, alright?”

You snuck a glance at your parents once more just to make sure they were still engrossed in their discussion before slipping a hand down his pants. Thankfully, the tablecloth is able to cover his lap. You felt his dick twitch in your palm as you gave him slow strokes.

“Tobio-nii, this is enough right? Let’s stop here.”

“Stop moving and I’ll lift up my hoodie and show them exactly what’s going on. You wouldn’t want to make Mom cry, do you?”

At that moment, the person in question piped up. “And what are you two whispering about?” She raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

Tobio flashed her a sheepish smile. “Actually, we were trying to figure out what to get you for your birthday. It’s coming up soon, isn’t it? You weren’t supposed to know, though.”

“Oh, how sweet! Well don’t let me ruin your surprise,” she replied, covering her ears. “I know nothing.”

She leaned her head on your father’s shoulder as he too, smiled at you both warmly. “We did a good job with our children, didn’t we?”

“Sure did, honey.”

If only they knew.

You felt so guilty.

The irony is, you would never want to do anything to jeopardise the happiness of your family.

You tried your best to act normal as your brother somehow managed to speak casually with your parents. You felt his length straining against his boxers—he was getting close.

You heard the clatter of a utensil on the floor. “Sorry ____, I dropped my spoon, would you mind picking it up for me?”

You crouched under the table and immediately felt him nudge your head towards his crotch. He forced the head of his shaft between your lips, muffling your startled exclamations. He gave a few shallow thrusts before finishing in your mouth, and you swallowed out of habit. Tobio peered down at you discreetly, smiling in satisfaction. “Good girl,” he mouthed, patting your head.

As you shakily rose from the ground, your mother gasped sharply.

You froze. Were you caught?

“____ ____! Is that a hickey on your neck? Did you invite a boy over while we were gone? Young lady, what did I say about having boys over while we were out of the house?”

You slapped a hand to your neck in realization. Tobio left a mark on you the previous night and you had forgotten it was there. Despite still being in hot water, you were relieved that your mother didn’t seem to have an inkling of suspicion that it was your brother’s doing.

You began to make up an excuse, but Tobio cut in. “No, it’s my fault for letting her out of my sight. Don’t worry Mom, I’ll discipline her accordingly. She won’t have any more chances to fool around with boys if I have anything to say about it.”

“At least ____ has a responsible older brother like you, Tobio,” she sighed.

“It’s my job, after all. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.”

As if he wasn’t the one who almost revealed your dirty secret.

Your father chuckles. “Now honey, we were all at that age at one point. ____’s a big girl, she can handle herself and she knows what not to do.”

Except you apparently didn’t know not to have sex with your brother.

“Sweetie, you’re looking a little flushed, are you alright?” He cast you a concerned look.

Tobio took the opportunity to leave the table. There were other things he wanted to do anyways.

“Yeah Dad, now that you mention it, she doesn’t look very well. I’ll help her into her room.”

He guided you up the stairs and you slapped him away once you were out of earshot.

“Are you crazy? How could you do that with Mom and Dad sitting right across from us? You’re the worst. I hate having such a sick older brother like you!”

He feigns hurt but doesn’t take it to heart. He ushered you into your room and closed the door behind him. “Aw, princess, are you mad? I know I went a little too far but you enjoyed it too didn’t you? Don’t you love your Nii-chan?”

Tears began to prick at the back of your eyes. “This and that are different! You have no idea how terrible I felt when Mom talked about doing such a good job with us. We’re freaks. This…this is wrong,” you sniffled.

He caressed your waist softly and soothingly massaged your sides, rubbing circles into your skin with the pads of his thumbs, kissing away the tears that flowed down your cheeks.

“What’s so wrong about us? What’s so wrong about the way I feel, or the way you feel? Love is love, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

He backed you up slowly until you reached your bed, and laid you down, all the while continuing to whisper words of comfort in your ear.

He sat down beside you. “You’re moving out for college soon and you can come live with me. I’ll have a stable job. We’ll be free.”

You hiccupped and nodded. Your mood began to brighten when you thought about your future together. You just wanted to be with him.

After a few minutes, you felt a hand snaking up your legs to toy at the hem of your panties. You squeaked in protest, but Tobio shushed you.

“You know, I was impressed with your behaviour today, you were being such a good girl for me, weren’t you? Why’d you have to ruin that? Your words made Nii-chan so sad.”

He shifted from his position to trap you between his knees. You made an attempt to shove him off, but he took both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head.

“You know that Nii-chan doesn’t like brats. Our parents are still here, but once they leave, you know that I’ll have to punish you, right?”

“Hold on, let me check something.” He dipped a finger into your folds and smirked. “Ah, I was right. You’re wet from playing with my cock earlier. You enjoyed that just as much as I did. My cute little sister loves me this much, huh? It makes me happy.”

Tobio pulled his pants down halfway, tugged your underwear to the side and started grinding his bulge against your core. Your breath hitched in your throat. You could hear the sound of the tv and your parents cleaning up.

“Tobio-nii…hn…. s-stop, Mom and Dad might hear us!”

“Not until you say ‘Nii-chan, I love you’.”

“You said you weren’t going to do anything!”

“When did I say that?” He groaned when he felt your pussy clench over his clothed dick. “Fuck, you’re getting my boxers all damp. You shameless whore, you’re actually getting turned on from this.”

You tried squirming from his touch but accidentally grazed your clit on his erection, causing you to let out a moan. A dark grin appeared on Kageyama’s face, and he stripped off his bottoms, rubbing you with his bare cock.

“Mnh…Nii-chan, I…ah! Love you!” You panted. “I-I said it, so let’s stop already!”

Your lips parted when you felt him ease his length into your entrance.

“I changed my mind. It feels way too good when your sopping cunt is squeezing me like this.”

Your juices dripped down his shaft as he rammed himself harder inside you, hitting all the right places. “You dirty fucking slut, you actually want to get caught, don’t you? You can’t wait to see their expressions as they watch their kids fucking, huh? You just want me to drag you downstairs and take you on the kitchen table, right in front of their eyes, don’t you?”

You couldn’t think rationally, it felt so good; you were already hurtling towards your climax. He captured your lips to prevent your noises from escaping.

When he let you go, you realized that his hand was no longer holding you down. You braced your hands on his firm shoulders and your hips moved to meet his thrusts. You spread your legs open to take him deeper and he cursed at the sensation. “Shit, say it again, say that you love me.”

“Mmn, fuck…love you. Nii-chan, I love you!”

He pounded into you even faster. “That’s right. What’s so wrong about us?” he repeated. “What’s so wrong about a darling sister loving her Nii-chan?”

a/n: ngl it was damn hard to look my parents in the eye after writing this.

[miraculouscontent]

"Please, get out of my room."

Marinette's hand shook, trying desperately to keep the doll house behind her together enough to protect the Miracle Box. Her gaze fixed on her friends standing there, Rose crouched down to the sad remains of the doll house's roof while the others were looking on in concerned confusion.

Alya stepped forward first, the request apparently denied. "It's nothing, Marinette. We'll help you fix it, don't worry."

Except it wasn't nothing, it was everything, and of course none of the girls could've known that it was everything but it was. She'd barely had the Miracle Box for any time at all and now she was about to be exposed, the doll house feeling like some sort of metaphor for her life.

Raising her voice, Marinette replied strictly, "It's not nothing! Now leave!"

Most of the girls just stared at her, standing awkwardly in place. She asked - no, told - them to leave, and they weren't leaving. Why weren't they leaving?

Her palms were sweaty, making the task of holding up the doll house's wall all the more anxiety-inducing.

Alya huffed, her hands tightening into fists at her sides. "Okay, there's obviously something up—" She crossed her arms. "—and we're not going anywhere until you tell us what it is."

Mylene offered a smile that she clearly thought was reassuring, then held up a bracelet made of yellow threads with five colored beads along them. "We've already given our secrets to this bracelet, so now it's your turn."

Marinette wracked her brain for any memory of said bracelet, wondering if there were a promise she'd forgotten about - wondering if it was an excuse for them showing up out of nowhere - but there was nothing. She didn't even recognize it. Even over the voicemail they'd sent, there was no mention of such a thing.

The wall under her palm wavered, and she had to adjust quickly to keep it in place. She couldn't tell if it was too light or too heavy at this point, but it was ultimately just another thing to worry about that she didn't need. Her gaze flickered to it briefly to make sure it was properly held up, then swiftly focused back on the girls so as to not seem suspicious.

They really weren't going to leave. They were going to force her secrets out of her; force Ladybug out of her, the Miracle Box, everything.

Her stress levels were rising. She was panicking. It was all too much, and she—she...

She snapped.

"I'll—I'll tell you what's wrong!" she began. "You all walking into my room without my permission!"

The girls' mouths all shut in unison, their shoulders tense as they seemed suddenly lost for an argument.

"I didn't want to talk to you, and I definitely don't now!" A particular memory of the voicemail resurfaced, and she was reminded of what they'd said. "I thought you told me that I could talk where and when I wanted to? I thought all of you told me that, and then you showed up anyway?! Why would you lie to me like that?"

The words were bitter, only serving to make her angrier; at them, at herself, and at the whole situation. She hated lying - hated liars - and there was a part of her that couldn't help feeling hypocritical when she had to lie constantly to keep her identity secret.

But another part of her was quick to point out: she lied because she had to. They were lying despite having the choice.

Alya's brows furrowed, and it was hard to tell if she felt genuinely guilty or if she was just trying to think of how save the situation. She glanced back and forth from Marinette to Mylene, then hurriedly took the bracelet and held it out, arguing, "But if we're friends, you have to tell us everything anyway!"

Rose nodded in agreement, fists drawn up to her chest. "And real friends never let each other down!"

Marinette sputtered at first in response, multiple rambling responses trying to come out at once, from reminding them of either their intrusion or their lying to say that they had very much let her down.

Finally, her mouth settled on, "Then I guess we're not friends after all, since I'm letting you down so much! You're always pushing me, and setting things up even when I told you not to, and when everything goes wrong, it's always me who takes the blame, and me who gets teased for it!"

Alix recoiled at the outburst, then averted her gaze, looking somewhere between put off and ashamed as she grumbled, "We were just trying to help."

"I don't want your help! I don't even want you here!"

Marinette breathed shakily, her chest heavily at the emotions building in her chest. She could barely process what was coming out of her mouth and could only wonder how long she'd felt that way. How long had she been holding this in? How much had she been holding in? How long had she thought she deserved to be treated a certain way and took everything like she was the one at fault even if she'd done nothing?

Mental clarity kicked in, Marinette glaring and resolve blazing in her eyes as she asked, "Do you know why I didn't tell you anything?"

They looked on in curious trepidation, obviously not knowing the answer. At first, maybe she hadn't either.

"Because I didn't want you to meddle! Everything just goes wrong and I wanted to just live without worrying about it! I didn't want to  be teased, or talk about Adrien, or be ignored!"

"We don't ignore you!" Alya immediately interjected, taking on an offended tone. "That's why we're here!"

"Then why didn't you know?" Marinette challenged. "You noticed my crush on Adrien, but you didn't notice that I was dating Luka? When he was riding me home from school? When you took all those pictures of us together? I wanted to be left alone to be happy with him without anyone shouting at me about what to do and putting more pressure on me than I already have!"

Rose and Alya shifted in place, not making eye contact.

"You invaded my privacy, you broke my things, and you lied to me! If you're going to make me tell you everything, then—then—" She shook, the tornado of emotions hard to handle. "—then I don't want you as friends! Now get out!"

The girls collectively gaped at her, a few letting out audible gasps and Rose in particular covering her mouth with her hands. Everything went quiet, and Marinette's eyes must've been giving off fire with how any argument lingering on the girls' lips died before they could even come out.

Then, one by one, the girls began to turn and silently walk out of the room, some staying a second or two longer as if Marinette would change her mind if they held to the staring contest a bit longer. Alya was the last one out, her gaze darting up to Marinette one last time in vain.

Marinette just looked away, only reassured that the girls had left when she heard the click of the trap door. She exhaled, her arms stiff and her legs feeling like jelly as everything hit her at once. The gravity of the situation dragged her to the floor, the walls of the doll house falling apart to reveal the Miracle Box to no one but her and the kwami. She'd already cried too many times that day, but the tears were building up again. Anger, sadness, frustration...

Seeing Tikki hover close out of the corner of her eyes, Marinette lamented, "I didn't know what else to do. I didn't have a choice. I was just—and then—and they..."

"I know, Marinette," Tikki said quietly, though it was clear that she had very little comfort to add.

Marinette tried to steady her breathing, but she could see her tears falling onto the floor and knew that she'd lost control of her emotions. In a way, it almost felt relieving, like a weight off her chest that she didn't know had been there, but it didn't stop the terrible feelings from everything that happened that day, and the day before, and the day before that...

"We—" Marinette choked, realizing something and looking up with urgency. "Shadow Moth. He might come after me."

"Ah, but..." Tikki weakly tried to protest, watching as Marinette tried to force herself up.

"Gotta transform. Gotta be ready," Marinette murmured in a daze, her legs wobbling but managing to hold her up. Not letting Tikki get another word in, she hurried to command, "Tikki, spots on."

— — — — —

Marinette hugged her knees to her chest, back against the wall stretching upwards that helped make the bridge where she broke up with Luka. Part of her felt like coming here was some form of self-punishment - a reminder of what she'd lost and why she had to keep it that way - but another part just wanted to be here. It wasn't a good idea to be in her room where everything went down, or where her pictures were, or where the kwami would just remind her of all the things she didn't want to think about. It wasn't like her parents were going to check on her anyway, so she felt it best to be away from it all.

She tried to listen for the melody of the water that Luka had told her about, but every time she thought things were quiet enough to hear it, she would breathe in a little too hard, or Tikki would shuffle around in her purse at a loss for what to say. Marinette sighed in defeat, curling in on herself further and staring at the ground with her eyes half-lidded.

She wished she could go back; back to the day this whole mess started. Maybe she could've avoided Fu, Chloe, and maybe even Alya. She could've stayed in the background, unoffensive and just known as "the clumsy girl," one who didn't lie and leave class unexpectedly with the worse excuses possible. Avoiding Chloe would've meant avoiding her wrath, which meant that there would've been no misunderstanding with Adrien and no "spark" to ignite her crush underneath that umbrella.

Everything would've been so much easier. Maybe she would've met Luka sooner, bumping into him by accident one day and they'd drop all their things, her sketches mingling with his song sheets. They'd apologize and hurry to separate their stuff, then lock eyes and all would be well with the world. She'd stammer out her name when she introduced herself and he'd tease her affectionately, and it'd be okay because she wouldn't be busy being depressed over another guy.

They'd laugh, they'd get along, and there wouldn't be any drama in the way of them getting together. Without her having any responsibilities that would cause her to run off, they'd date, and they'd just... be happy.

Marinette closed her eyes, trying to let herself indulge in the fantasy even if only for a moment. The hold she had on her legs loosened, her hands sliding down until one of her hands brushed the opposite's wrist. She remembered Viperion - Luka - as the hero who thought first just like her and now could never be because of his identity being compromised, yet another by-product of her crush on Adrien in a way.

She exhaled, her thumb futilely brushing over her wrist; over a bangle that wasn't there.

Second Chance...

She wasn't sure how long she sat there, trying to live in fake memories, but when her eyes opened, she still found herself underneath the bridge in a life she didn't want. She stared blankly at the ground, the melody she'd desired still inaudible to her.

It took her a few seconds to realize that the view in front of her wasn't quite what it was before she closed her eyes, and it took a few more to notice the black distressed pants and the shoes splattered with varying random symbols at the corner of her vision. She blinked, unsure if she was seeing properly and wondering if she might be hallucinating after her fantasy, but a quick glance upward caused her eyes to meet Luka's, the brows above them furrowed with concern.

"A-ah," she let out involuntarily, straightening a little. Finally registering that he was there and very real, she inhaled sharply and stood, waving frantically at him as she stammered, "I-I'm so sorry! This is your spot, and I'm taking your spot, and I swear I didn't mean to—" She bent down and brushed her hands along the ground where she'd been sitting, as if she were cleaning it. "—I'll be gone soon, let me just—"

"It's okay," Luka assured while approaching her, his voice even softer than usual but with a tinge of sadness to it.

She stopped, hesitating, then looked back up at him in confusion. They hadn't talked since their break-up and she genuinely thought that he'd be upset with her.

"I'm glad," he said genuinely, "that you can find as much comfort in this place as I do. You don't have to go anywhere."

"...Oh," she uttered, her shoulders easing in mild relief. At least he didn't hate her, she supposed, though the awkwardness in the air was noticeable and she couldn't help noticing that he was keeping a minimum distance of three meters from her.

It hurt.

She fiddled with the strap of her purse, wondering why he was there and how she could've gotten so unlucky as to—well, that part was obvious actually, she'd been unlucky her whole life, but that didn't stop her from wondering what he was doing there. Was it something about his dad, or...?

Against her better judgment, she took a good look at his face, biting her bottom lip guiltily at the tired look in his eyes. He seemed as if he hadn't slept well in a few days, and she couldn't say that she was any different, which made the reason for his expression all the more obvious. It was a terrible feeling, already feeling bad that she made him feel bad and then feeling worse because there was a part of her that was a little glad to have meant so much to him that the break-up actually affected him.  He'd made her feel noticed and seen, something that was rare even amongst her frie—

Ah. Right.

She fidgeted, her feet shifting nervously against the ground. Juleka had been amongst the friends that she'd called out and forced to leave. She wasn't sure how close Luka was with his sister, as most of the interactions she'd seen were when they were in a group, but she was still his family. Did he know?

As if able to sense what she was thinking, Luka spoke up. "Jule told me."

Marinette winced and looked down, ashamed and fully expecting to be reprimanded. She clasped her hands at her waist, trying to mentally prepare herself.

Then, he immediately followed with, "Well, she mumbled it, but I got what she said."

It wasn't quite a joke, but it wasn't anything critical either. Marinette peeked back up at him, her brows scrunched together in confusion. He was smiling sadly, either understanding her or trying to be the sympathetic empath she'd always admired him for.

She averted her gaze, not feeling worthy of making eye contact with him. Sinking back against the wall, she sunk down to her earlier position and muttered, "I-it was for the best. I'm just... better off alone." She flinched at the sting in her chest that the words caused, but continued, "I won't hurt anyone that way. They can't be disappointed in me if we're not friends."

There was a pause, at which point Luka took a few steps closer, still maintaining a distance between them but also closing the gap significantly. "Why do you think you'll hurt people?"

She almost scoffed at that. "You would know why more than anyone, Luka." Though she still avoided looking at his face, she could see his fingers twitch from the corner of her vision. "I lie. I'm a liar! I'm just—" She spread her arms wide. "—I'm going to lie for the rest of my life, and ditch everyone and make them sad and they'll never know why!"

She'd tried to say it in an exaggerated tone to keep things light, but the tears started up. She held them back as best as she could, determined not to cry again when she'd already cried so much.

She heard Luka take a few steps closer, and he observed quietly, "But you don't want to."

"Of course not! But it doesn't matter! I should've known from the start that making friends was a mistake but I did it anyway!" She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. "I can't keep friends! I can't keep a boyfriend! I can barely keep this secret a secret!"

She didn't have to see his face to know that he was processing that. "...You can't tell me."

It was a realization for him, a mix of emotions in his voice and none of which she could place. She imagined he'd thought that it was a secret she'd chosen not to share with him, but that wasn't true.

She lowered her hands from her face. "I can't. I mean, not like—physically can't—it's not like the world would end if I did—" She halted briefly, stiffening at an unwelcome memory of Paris destroyed and underwater. "—o-or, maybe it would! But, it was never about trust, Luka! I trust you, I trust you so much, and I want to tell you so bad but I can't! It hurts but I can't! No one's supposed to know!"

She clutched her head, realizing that the conversation was spiraling downwards fast. She was torn between thinking that she'd said too much and then regretting how little she'd said when she'd broken up with him.

Luka took the final steps to close the distance between then, kneeling down to be closer to her level. "Marinette, I—I can't imagine what your secret could be, but it hurts watching you tear yourself apart like this."

"Well maybe that's how it's supposed to be!" she declared as she met his gaze, his eyes going wide in a mixture of pain and shock. She blinked rapidly, trying to fight the tears. "Maybe I'm just supposed to stay sad and alone forever! I have to do it all myself because that's the rule and it's my burden to carry!"

His heart was clearly breaking for her and it just made everything worse. He reached out to her, hovering his hand over her shoulder as a test and then settling it down with a feather-light touch when she didn't pull away. "I won't force you to tell me, and it's hard to say anything when I don't know what you're going through, but..." He hesitated, clearly feeling like it wasn't his place to say but being unable to help himself. "Couffaines break rules when we want to - when we know we have to - and I don't want to see you break instead."

She raised a hand, tempted to pull his hand from her shoulder, but stopped herself. "I-I don't have a choice. It's too dangerous. I can't let people close to me; I didn't even want to break up with you. You're amazing and sweet and I feel like I can tell you anything, but..." She looked down, defeated. "...you deserve better than this..."

He squeezed her shoulder, though whether it was a mix of offense at the comment, an attempt to comfort her, or both, she wasn't sure. "I can only tell you that I'd never tell anyone if I knew." He paused, as if to consider something, then added, "Even if it wasn't me - if it was someone else you trusted - I just don't want you to carry this alone."

She glanced up at him without moving her head, her mouth moving to reply but she ended up choking, then coughing in response to the air she'd just lost. Luka's free hand found her other shoulder as he leaned towards her, all the concern and love she could ever ask for being offered in his eyes.

He seemed to want to continue their conversation, but found something else to prioritize instead. "Do you want anything? Have you drank any water lately?"

The question caught her off guard until she remembered her coughing and mentally acknowledged that she might've been neglecting herself far more than she should've. Luka's hearing was on point, and she figured he must've heard the dryness of her throat.

She let out a small noise instead of a reply, no words given but Luka understood anyway. He stood up, his hands lingering on her for as long as possible before he turned and began to head back to the Liberty.

She watched him go, an ache in her chest even if she knew he'd come back. It reminded her of the day in the TV station where he confessed and she hadn't given him an answer, or when he'd comforted her after the break-up and she'd just taken it without a word back. It was all left incomplete, with him merely giving her  that respectful smile that told her that she only had to say what she was ready for.

But ready for what, exactly? Ready to talk? Ready for him?

Ready for herself?

"...I—" Her mouth moved on its own, her body leaning just slightly towards him as she said the words she'd always wanted to. "—I'm Ladybug."

It was practically a whisper - equivalent to a pin dropping - but Luka froze nonetheless, his foot mid-raise to take a step that never came. He'd heard her, and he finally moved as he turned to look at her, expression unreadable.

That's when the moment caught up with her, and the panic followed suit. "O-oh—oh no. Oh, I said it—you know—you—" She clutched at her capris, desperate to ground herself, but the hyperventilating was beginning to start, almost harmonizing with the sound of Luka's footsteps as he hurried over to her, closing the gap between them much faster than he had previously.

In an instant, he was on his knees in front of her, arms wrapped around her and lifting her slightly as he pulled her into a hug. She gasped in surprise, still blinking back tears as her senses registered that he was there: his body heat warming her, the fabric of his jacket against her face, the calming color combination of blues and blacks, and the faded scent of his body wash.

"L-luka," she whimpered, "I'm so sorry. Y-you're in danger—"

"It's okay," he assured softly, then again as if to be certain that she heard it, "It's okay."

She hesitated, her breathing still uneven, but she willed herself to release her capris - her fingers feeling stiff from how tightly she'd gripped them - so she could grab at his jacket instead. He responded in kind by hugging her tighter; too tight for a normal hug but just tight enough to bring her back down to reality.

"You're not alone anymore, Marinette," he whispered, "and I'm not going anywhere. I love you."

That did it, and the tears overflowed. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to however much fabric her hands could grasp as she buried her face into his shoulder. No matter how strongly she hugged him, he didn't complain, simply letting her take whatever she needed from him.

In the silence of the embrace, she could finally hear the river's melody.

— — — — —

Marinette clasped her hands together on the couch, her breathing starting to steady as she watched Luka pour her fourth cup of water since she'd gotten there, the first three of which she'd downed in mere seconds. It was just the two of them there, which was comforting, as Juleka had apparently gone to Rose's house for the rest of the day and Anarka was... well, Anarka, and wouldn't be back until who knew when.

Luka returned to Marinette with a smile, offering the full cup of water to her. She reached for it, then stopped as she noticed how badly her hand was shaking. Taking a few more controlled breaths, she offered him a smile and gently pushed the cup towards him.

At his confused look, she observed, "You haven't been taking care of yourself either."

He opened his mouth, possibly to argue, then looked away from her, his eyes darting around at nothing. She could see the internal conversation in his head, playing out a scenario where he would try to insist, she would insist back that three cups was more than enough for her and he'd also taken none himself, and they would go back and forth until he relented.

His gaze softened, the conclusion to the mental argument clearly reached as he took a few sips from the cup. Rather than sitting on the couch, he sat down on the wooden table in front of it - a typical Couffaine move - so he could face her. Then, offering her a grateful smile, he asked, "How are you feeling?"

She smiled back at him, but it faltered as she stared at her lap, taking the time to legitimately think about the question. She ran her hands along her legs in a slow motion, hoping that it would stop any shakiness somehow.

"...Scared," she answered. "Nervous. Worried. Anxious." She pursed her lips as she realized that she was just listing off synonyms at that point.

Luka leaned towards her, resting his hand over one of the ones on her lap. "But, better than before?" he guessed.

Eyes half-lidded and fond, she nodded. "Yeah, and..." She turned the hand underneath his upwards so she could hold it. "I'm really glad you're here."

"I'm glad I'm here too," he whispered, as if to make sure that this moment was only for the two of them.

They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. Marinette was a mess of emotions, but refused to let go of the hand he'd offered her, her thumb stroking along the back of it.

"...Luka," she said after a few seconds of contemplation.

He didn't respond verbally, but he'd also already given her his full attention, and she knew he was listening.

She continued, "You're the last person I'd ever want to lose. If Shadow Moth finds out that you know—"

"If," he gently interjected, though his eyes encouraged her to go on.

"He'll use you. He'll take advantage of you. I don't want anything to happen to you, but I don't want you to leave either, because I really like you and you make me happy and better and—" She huffed, frustrated by the conundrum. "It feels like it's my fault. If I was stronger, or I wasn't so emotional, I..."

"Marinette."

She looked up at the tenderness in his voice. He set his cup down on the table, then slowly pushed himself off, crouching down in front of her as if to make himself appear as small as possible. His other hand found her free one and he held it, making their hand holding perfectly mutual.

"Do you remember the day we met? When my mom got akumatized?"

She nodded. "Yeah, of course."

He nodded in return, going on to explain, "You needed me to hide you, and I needed you to go get—" He caught himself, half-chuckling as the identity revelation adjusted his memories of that day. "—be Ladybug."

Marinette managed a smile. "You were covering for me, even back then."

He smiled back, looking almost too proud of that fact. "And we needed each other. No one can do everything alone, Marinette, so don't say you're sorry for the feelings that made up the song that's been stuck in my head ever since that day."

She swallowed involuntarily at the reminder of his confession. Judging from his smile widening, he noticed it.

"It's hard learning an instrument all by yourself," he continued, "and sad not having anyone to play to."

"And you want to be the whole crowd?" she asked quietly, her gaze drawn to their joined hands.

"Yeah," he answered, not missing a beat.

She took a breath, knowing it was too late to change things but still wanting to acknowledge the decision anyway. "O...okay. Thank you, Luka."

They exchanged loving smiles, and Marinette could've sworn that the eye contact alone was keeping her heart rate down. The future was still nerve-wracking, but she'd been afraid of it even before she'd told Luka her secret, so at least now she had someone who understood her and who she could talk to about it.

The conversation mutually ended there, but then Luka - wholly unprompted - let out an exaggerated sigh and tilted his head back. Curious, Marinette asked, "What is it?"

He grinned at her, a glint in his eyes that made it clear that he was in a teasing mood now that the atmosphere had lightened. "Does this mean I have to watch Chat Noir flirt with my girlfriend?"

She snorted, opening her mouth to reply before stopping as the words behind the joke caught up to her. She leaned forward and squeezed his hand, eyes wide with hope. "Girlfriend?"

He nodded without hesitation. "You said you didn't want to break up with me, Marinette, and I didn't want to break up with you either."

"Y-yeah, but—" She frowned, conflicted. "I'll still have to leave? Nothing's changed except you knowing why."

"I didn't date you so that we could go on dates," he replied. When she tilted her head in confusion at him, he briefly averted his gaze, a hint of shyness appearing on his face before he steeled himself up and looked back at her, clarifying, "I just wanted to be your boyfriend, dates or no dates."

"Oh. O-oh." And that was all she had to say about that, any coherent words burned away from the blush forming on her face.

Luka smiled hopefully, and Marinette quickly decided that bashfulness looked good on him. "So, if you want to make this work with me, then—"

"Yes!" she replied immediately, untangling her hands from his so she could push herself off the couch.

His eyes lit up, his arms spreading wide as she dropped into his lap, and he didn't recoil when she arched up to kiss him, her movements quick to ensure that there would've been no chance for them to be interrupted. She wrapped her arms around him, neither caring about the awkward position on the floor due to being lost in each other's touch.

There was a soft click when the kiss broke, Marinette promptly pulling herself against him and nestling her face near his collarbone, now able to properly enjoy the scent she'd missed for all those dreadful days they'd been apart.

Following up on what he'd told her underneath the bridge, she tightened her hold and whispered, "I love you too, Luka."

Snuggled so close to him, she swore that his heartbeat picked up, though she didn't have to feel it to know that he was happy, what with the way his hands shook against her and how he placed an immediate kiss on the top of her head. She let herself get absorbed in the moment, allowing herself to smile and think only of Luka, the one who respected her choices and feelings from the day they met.

There was no one else she'd rather share her identity with.

[earlgreydream]

villain.

| draco malfoy x reader / theo nott x reader | smut | angst |

anon requested. smutty draco x y/n where they’ve been dating for months or years and draco cheated on her 

cw: infidelity, sadism, branding, non-consensual voyeurism (revenge)

a/n: this request was a lot, it was long, and it made me FEEL THINGS

The alcohol burned going down.

The bass echoed in your feet as music blared from speakers, sweaty bodies moving and grinding against one another, just mere feet away. You were disgusted by the scene before you.

Where was your lover?

“Y/N!” A drunk friend called your name.

An empty smile crossed your face. You tipped the glass back, swallowing the rest of its contents. You needed it.

“Have you seen him?” You called over the music, practically shouting in your friend’s ear.

“Seen whooo?” They giggled, fingers clutching the glittering material of your dress. It felt like nothing on your body, you felt naked.

“Draco!” You spat, shoving them off when they shook their head no.

Annoyance was all too familiar, wrapping around you like a well-known friend. Fuck.

You slithered through the party, your eyes darting everywhere, searching for a head of white-blonde hair. Your efforts proved futile.

“Are you looking for Draco?” Blaise’s dark hand caught yours, grabbing your attention.

“Yes!” Finally, some help.

“I saw him go off to his room,” he pointed to the hallway off of the common room.

Blaise’s eyes were full of terrible pity, and you felt your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach.

No.

“Can I get you a drink?” He tried to stop you.

“No, get off of me.”

You pushed your way through dancing bodies and wandering hands of drunk boys. Your heels clicked on the black marble floors of the common room, drowned out by the music.

Your mind was far disconnected from your body, and you felt like something small amongst a crowd that suffocated you. Adrenaline kicked in, and you freed yourself from the teenagers, escaping hungry grasps.

Every step you took filled you with dread. It decayed your insides, poisoning your heart and your mind and weighing your feet down. Your ears were ringing, and you could barely hear the deafening music, or your friends calling for you to rejoin them on a couch nearby. Your lungs couldn’t properly draw in oxygen, and the edges of your mind began to prickle with delirium.

You were running on adrenaline.

You practically tripped over your own feet as you tore down the hall, halting as your fingers came into contact with a wooden door. Your fist closed around an iron handle, but doubt made you hesitate.

You had an instant where you considered turning around, going back to the party and forgetting about all of this. Ignoring the whispers of gossip, and silencing the rumors, pretending like this never happened. You could leave this doorway, leave and stay blissfully unaware before it was too late.

No.

Leaders don’t doubt themselves.

You’d made it this far, there was no sense to let your bravery falter now. You gripped the handle, twisting and throwing the door open. The action happened in an instant, and all at once, you couldn’t take it back.

Reality came crashing down on you.

Every fear you had suddenly became tangible. It was very real, unfolding in front of you, and you were powerless to stop it. Every ounce of doubt vanished from your mind, replaced with horrible certainty.

Your body froze. Ice shot down your spine, and spread through your skin in gripping tendrils. The adrenaline halted suddenly, and your heart stopped racing. Your mind snapped back to consciousness. Sharp, unforgiving sanity burst through you in one horrible, violent instant.

Draco Malfoy, your boyfriend of four years, was buried deep inside the cunt of Pansy Parkinson, your roommate and best friend.

Sick, deranged laughter rose in your throat and escaped from your lips.

The party still echoed under your feet, reminding you there were so many people close by. You wondered if they knew. You decided it didn’t matter, the only people who you would’ve believed it from were in front of you, fornicating in infidelity.

“Y/N!” Your name left Pansy in a scream.

At least she seemed ashamed, hurrying to pull the sheets— your sheets— to cover her breasts. Draco didn’t even have the decency to end his rough thrusts from behind, even as one of her hands went out to swat him away.

Cold, silver eyes glared back at you.

“Are you going to leave, or do you care to stay and watch?” Draco’s tone was impatient, dismissive.

His words tasted metallic, like blood and poison.

“Do you feel guilty?”

Draco mistook your tone for amusement. You didn’t cry, and you didn’t move. You didn’t even breathe. From his point of view, you just watched the situation unfold in eerie calmness.

Most girls would have screamed. Most girls would have sobbed and begged for validation, or run away at the very least.

You were not most girls. Draco knew you were something far worse.

You were dangerous and severe.

Your eyes glittered with something dark and terrible. It sent a shudder through him, and powerful doubt ripped all of the air from his lungs.

Do you feel guilty?

“No. I grew bored with you, I don’t regret this, Pansy’s a good fuck.” Draco’s voice masked his insecurity, but you saw directly through the cracking shell, staring directly at the truth.

Your gaze locked with Pansy’s. Her fear twisted in your own stomach, igniting your nerves like electricity. Draco’s movements faltered.

A terrible stillness settled over the room. For a moment, none of you moved, the ice inside of you spreading over everything.

In slytherin, you do what is necessary.

The voice echoed in the back of your mind, grounding you in your crumbling reality.

Do what is necessary.

A malicious idea crossed your mind with a depraved smile.

“I can be redeemed of boredom,” you said simply.

Your tone unnerved Draco. The stillness and certainty was suffocating. Every lingering doubt was annihilated, along with your trust and love for Draco and Pansy.

You didn’t expect the grief to feel so relieving.

The light caught the sparkles of your dress, glittering as the thin fabric moved on your body as you walked out the door. It slammed shut behind you, sealing the room shut with its sin inside.

“What have we done?” Pansy asked Draco.

Weak girls doubted themselves.

You were many things, but never weak. Your feet carried you back to the party. It was still in full, excited swing, as if horrible sins weren’t being committed, as if trust wasn’t being desecrated.

The depraved smile remained on your face.

You were freed from doubt, they were freed from lies. It was always easier to know who your enemies were, even when they were your lovers and your friends.

The cruelty glittering in your eyes, and the sick smile on your face confirmed to everyone that you knew. Blaise wouldn’t meet your gaze. He knew, and he’d led you to them.

“How long, Zabini?”

“A couple of months.” He shifted uneasily.

Your laughter struck fear in his heart. You were quickly coming to terms with your lover’s infidelity, and it ignited something inside of you.

Wrath tasted sweet on your lips, and you breathed it into your lungs like oxygen.

Blaise expected you to be hysterical, but this was far more calculated, far more dangerous.

There was one person left who was loyal to you, and he was leaning against a marble pillar, a glass of fire whiskey at his lips.

“Theo,” you approached the brunette, greeted with a smile and a sultry gaze.

“I need you.”

“Anything,” he answered with absolute sincerity.

“Draco is unfaithful, and I want to get revenge.”

Theo’s fingers slipped in yours, and he brought your hand to his lips. His dark gaze glittered with deviance, catching you as you tumbled.

“You’ve come to the right person.”

Draco was sickened. You attended classes with him, and took your usual seat beside him to eat in the great hall. As far as he could tell, nothing had changed. Blaise, and the few others who knew about his side habit, were uneasy with your reaction. All except for Theo.

Ever since you’d began dating Draco four years ago, he’d been terribly jealous of Theo. Whenever the brunette was around, Draco was openly affectionate with you, growing possessive and territorial. He didn’t imagine it would ever be used against him, but you could turn anything into a weapon.

You weren’t one to be underestimated.

The boys talked about an upcoming quidditch match, the Slytherin team being led by Malfoy. Theo calmly discussed strategy with him, as if he hadn’t sided with you in the betrayal. Draco was too trusting of the brunette. 

Your hand slid up Draco’s back, your fingers threading in the hair at the base of his neck. He forced himself not to flinch, keeping his voice even. A hand dropped to your thigh, and you sipped the drink in front of you. Your nails were sharp on Draco’s neck, a veiled threat that made his skin crawl. 

“I want to show you just how interesting I can be,” you whispered in his ear.

His silver gaze moved to you, watching as you stood and swung your legs over the bench. You cradled his hand in your face, giving him a cold smile before pressing a bitter kiss to his mouth. 

You left the great hall, descending into Draco’s prefect dorm. Eyes trailed after you as you moved through the common room with grace. Pansy watched you disappear into his bedroom, pain spreading through her chest. 

You changed into black lace and silk, leaning on the armoire as he entered. The heavy door shut behind him, and his hands went to his tie, tearing it from his body. His silver gaze admired your body, and he began to wonder why he’d chosen Pansy over you, realizing his mistake. 

“What is this?” Draco dared to ask. 

“Boredom can be cured, Malfoy. You may be willing to toss me aside, but you know that I’m a better match for you. I’m the pureblood your parents pray ends up in your bed.” You pointed out, and he swallowed, unable to argue.

“Let me seduce you,” your hands smoothed over the clean white shirt that adorned his fair chest. 

He watched you touch him, your fingers undoing buttons and pushing the fabric off of his shoulders. He slipped out of the rest of his clothes, pulling on the tie of your robe.

You let him skim his filthy hand down your body, malice simmering inside of you. Your silk joined his clothes on the floor, and you led him to the bed, pushing him down on his back. You straddled his waist, settling down on his lap and lightly running your nails up his chest. 

You tasted poison on your tongue, and a vicious heat spread through your limbs.

Your hands slid up his arms, trapping his wrists at the headboard. Draco didn’t struggle as silk ties wrapped around his wrists, and you secured his hands to the wrought iron bars. Your sweet smile turned insidious, and icy fear paralyzed Draco. 

“Y/N-”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” You snapped, sliding off of his body like a viper. Your feet were on either side of his hips as you stood over the terrified blonde, and you considered kicking him in the ribs. He opened his mouth, but it fell shut with your dangerous look. 

You stepped off of the bed, and Draco thought you were going to leave him naked, tied to the bed. It didn’t matter, Pansy would be around in a few hours to free him. 

Draco’s fear heightened when you opened the door without dressing, his stomach dropping when another person entered the dorm. 

“Theo?” he croaked. 

His body jolted as the door slammed shut, the lock clicking in place and securing your privacy. Your venomous laughter rattled Draco’s spine, and you walked to the edge of the bed, standing before him. 

“Y/N, you need to let me go. Theo, untie me!” The panic in his voice fueled the fire of your wrath, and you smirked at how pathetic he looked. 

“I don’t need to do anything! I owe you nothing, you weak little bitch. Beg me.” 

He stared at you in disbelief, and Theo watched you. The room was buzzing with intense ferocity, your rage pouring off of you in waves and drowning everything in its path. 

You were going to get revenge, and it was going to be sweet. 

Draco’s will was strong, but it was no match for yours. Theo slid his tie off of his neck, but Draco was too focused on you to notice. You were entirely focused on emasculating Draco, determined to make him feel as pathetic and weak as you saw him. 

“Please untie me. I’ll do anything, I’ll break it off with Pansy, I’ll do whatever you want, but just untie me, please.” The desperation was clear in his voice, fear edging in his tone.

“No,” you answered coldly, and he jerked his wrists, the silk digging into his flawless skin. A frightened sigh escaped him, and he turned to Theo desperately. Theo tossed his own clothing aside, and Draco shook his head.

“No, no, Y/N, not with Theo!” Draco protested. 

You turned away from the blonde and pulled Theo against you, his tongue invading your mouth in a rough, forceful kiss. Draco yanked on the bonds, jealous fury burning through him as he watched Theo’s hands explore your body, grabbing and touching you in places that only he did. 

“You are going to lay there, helpless, weak, and pathetic. You are going to watch your best friend fuck me, and you’re going to stay tied up and powerless.”

A noise rose in Draco’s throat, and your hands gripped the sheets at the end of the mattress, bending over and facing Draco. The remaining lace was ripped from your body, and you shot Draco a sadistic smile. 

“You’re going to pay for this.”

“Open your mouth again, and I’ll force it shut.”

You stood up as Theo slammed you from behind, gripping the posts of the bed. Your fingers gripped the etched iron, and memories of having your wrists restrained on experimental nights came flooding back. 

Exhilarated screams left your lips, Theo filling in you in perfect ways, in ways Draco never could. 

“He’s so much better than you. You’ve been holding me back, Draco!”

Silver eyes were wet, delighting your cruelty. Your sharp laughter burned his ears, and his skin was raw from struggling. He watched the scene in front of him, knowing exactly how you felt, but Draco was weak enough to drown in it. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” he choked out as he watched Theo circle your clit in expert, practiced touches. Draco shook his head, watching his best friend, his teammate, and his partner come deep inside of you. He watched it drip down your thighs, your ecstatic, pornographic screams pounding in his head, echoing off of the walls as your own orgasm shattered through you. Theo shared your vengeful pleasure as he watched Draco fall apart. 

Your limbs were trembling as you stood up all the way, leaning back into Theo. You stared at Draco, furthering his shame and misery, twisting like a sickness in your chest. The poison of revenge was addicting, pumping through your veins like blood and filling your heart. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m so-” 

You lunged at the boy, your fingers closing around his throat, kneeling on top of him like he was your prey. 

“Draco, I will never forgive you!” you hissed venomously.

Theo was gone, leaving the two of you alone, leaving no witness to whatever crime of passion you were about to commit. The thirst for blood was thick on your tongue, the hunger for revenge making you violent. 

Draco screamed as your wand burned letters into his skin in thick, black ink. You drew back, admiring your initials that were now branded onto the inside of his hip, left by your hatred. His chest heaved as he watched you in horror, making your lips curve into a sadistic smile. 

“I own you.”

You left him restrained, knowing someone would find him eventually as the door closed behind you. Your heart was racing, all of your nerves buzzing from the adrenaline. 

Leaders don’t doubt themselves. Do what is necessary.

Pansy walked past, and you grabbed her black hair, yanking her back against the wall, pinning her to the cold stone with your own body. 

“If you ever touch what is mine again, I’ll rip every pretty hair from your head, and I will have you begging for death!” You seethed, yanking hard on her locks, tearing a terrorized whimper from her. 

“Got it?”

“Yes!” 

You threw her down and spun on your heel, leaving her shaking. Her scream echoed through the common room when she found Draco, and a sinful smirk adorned your face. 

You found you had a taste for wrath, and a talent for violence.

[pinkchucks-pinkcheeks]

the tree

-> johnny cade x reader

-> sfw

-> angst with a happy ending lol

~first time writing for this fandom but i hope you enjoy it~

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“johnny, what… what do you see me as?” her throat tightened as she stared at the tan boy in front of her. the moonlight reflected against his golden eyes perfectly, and she loved looking into them when he wasn’t paying attention, but he would never know how she felt unless he gave her the right answer.

“well, uh…”

a familiar feeling of hope rose in her chest and the unsteady beats of her lovesick heart could be heard from miles away.

“you’re a good friend.”

the feeling dropped into the pit of her stomach. guilty tears pooled at her eyes as she exhaled shakily. this was not the time to be upset, though.

johnny looked up at her in confusion. he thought she’d be relieved when he told her she was just a friend. if he told her how he really thought of her, she’d be disgusted, right? a boy like him couldn’t love a girl like her, right?

he wasn’t so sure anymore. through her furrowed brows and dark eyelashes, he thought he could see a glimmer of sadness. was she truly hoping for another answer? was it possible that maybe she was hoping that he loved her?

“(y/n)?” he stuttered. “are you-”

“shut it, john.” she glared at him, pure hatred and sadness in her eyes. a shocking, piercing pain shot through his heart like a harpoon. she definitely hated him now. how was he supposed to fix this? was he supposed to tell her his true feelings? surely, that wouldn’t fix things now. she despised him.

throwing her leg over the motorcycle, she started the engine and lit up a smoke.

“(y/n), wait-”

without another word, she set off into the dark of night, leaving him in a cloud of dust with her tears floating through the wind behind her.

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the cold, dry wind tousled her hair as she blew the smoke out her mouth. the girl, tears dripping down her reddened cheeks, was sitting under the very tree she met johnny a few months ago.

her porcelain cheeks now burned a prominent red. she was embarrassed, ashamed even. how could she think he felt the same? she was dirty, after all, and boys don’t like those types of girls. they like fair broads with pretty pink lips and flowy blond hair, dainty hands and short skirts and a voice made of silk. they like girls who will cook and clean for them, take care of their children and do the laundry. she wasn’t like that at all. she fought in rumbles and stole from convenience stores, she broke the law and ran from police and she smoked and drank and went to ragers.

she was terrible, so how could johnny love her?

crushing her cigarette against the dewy grass, she closed her tired eyes and hoped she’d fall into an endless slumber.

although a small part of her hoped that he’d find her, cold and shivering under that very tree, and offer her his jacket just like when they met.

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“(y/n).” he mumbled, watching her sleep under the tree. the low light of the moon illuminated the tracks of her falling tears and the clouds of her hot breath as she clutched onto herself.

it wasn’t a pitiful sight, though. it was beautiful.

it was just like in march when he found her under the tree without the jacket she was currently wrapped in.

slowly walking up as if not to scare her, he sat still near her sleeping form. the only thing to be heard between either of them were the soft breaths she was emitting.

“(y/n).” he spoke again, this time louder. she slowly jostled from her sleep, blinking the droplets from her lashes.

“john- johnny. go away, i don’t want to see you-”

she tried pushing him away but was interrupted.

“be quiet.” he mumbled. she froze in her spot, surprised by his boldness.

just like that, he leaned over her and cupped her cheek, bringing her into a soft kiss.

his rough lips clashed with her soft ones. they danced beneath the stars until they were breathless, finally parting with a desperate gasp.

pulling away for a second, he looked into her eyes. they looked dreamy, reflecting the stars and deep blue sky. he smiled as he stared at her.

“i’m sorry, (y/n). i was ‘fraid you’d think i was disgusting if i told ya how i felt.” he muttered.

“i thought the same.” she chuckled and his cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he listened to her giggle. it was musical, really. he loved it. he loved her.

“you’re beautiful.”

[glossywife]

After He Lost Everything [E] | Kaede Manyuda

Word Count: 3300+

Rating: Explicit (vaginal sex, photo taking)

A/N: Originally posted on AO3 last July 2020. Like or reblog if you liked it! Requests open!

Summary:  After Kaede lost everything, he thought he'd lose you too. However, you prove him wrong and he repays you in a different way.

01 ; 02 (soon)

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You sat on your fiancé's lap, your arms around his neck while his hand rested on your exposed thigh because of the shortness of your uniform.

Kaede's hair had turned white after he gambled with Yumeko Jabami, a girl whose name has been mentioned here and there since she came. You've never met her though, mainly because you've also just gotten back from a vacation from Paris—a trip you asked Kaede to come with you but obliged because of his student council responsibilities. Sometimes, the council irked you because it took too much of Kaede's time, but you thought it was hot anyway that he led the students.

The stares of Kaede's classmates were nothing to you by now as some watched both of you lose appropriate space for each other in the classroom during lunch break. You were immune to it. Besides, the stares were only from new students who didn't know who you were and found your actions with Kaede rather inappropriate. You'll never admit it, but sometimes, you like it when they stare. It makes you push yourself more to Kaede, testing how much they can watch. The older students knew to mind their own business. Otherwise, you'd challenge them to a gamble. All of which resulted in their loss and ended up being a house pet, your house pet.

"What are you thinking?" you whispered into his ear seductively while you led his hand up your skirt. It was for this reason you didn't bother wearing like some of the other girls.

Kaede shook his head, obviously out of himself, "Aren't you ashamed?"

You stopped with your advances and paused for a short moment, "Of what?"

"Of me. I lost a gamble, and I even became a house pet. Thanks to you I was able to pay off the debt."

There was an obvious defeat in Kaede's face that you weren't used to seeing. You had always seen Kaede in his usual confident stance. His moves were always calculated that he wasn't afraid of anything. And you loved that about him. But today was different. No. It was since you returned and was surprised to see how his hair changed while he welcomed you back from the airport. He looked shaken, lost, and forlorn that not even a quickie in the airport bathroom did so much to uplift his spirits.

A mischievous smile escaped your lips, "Don't worry," you traced his clothed chest, "You can pay me back with something else. Come to my house later?"

You meant to tease him, but when his eyes met yours, you found that it actually made him a little more nervous. He sighed, "Does your father know? What if he breaks off our engagement?"

The smile washed off from your lips. This time, you felt his sadness. Kaede really lost himself.

"Babe," you said firmly while you caressed his cheek. "No one's going to break off our engagement, okay? Don't worry."

At first, you never meant to go along with your father's wish to be engaged with someone you didn't know. You only planned to come along and pretend you were going to obey. But once you saw who it was, and how you were turned on from how he brought himself up—confident, calculating, smart, and mesmerizing. Your plans changed and you agreed to become his bride. Besides, the sex was good.

You never asked, but you had a feeling that Kaede had planned the same too until both of you had feelings for each other.

Kaede, finally, smiled though it was a weak one. He looked relieved by your answer. For once, he was thankful that you didn't leave his side after he had lost everything.

Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the start of classes.

You groaned in his lap, pouting. Kaede chuckled at you. From his peripheral, Kaede caught a glimpse of Ryuunosuke, who was looking at the both of you silently.

Kaede noted that Ryuunosuke had been trying to get your attention. He guessed that Ryuunosuke was probably going to try to hit on you after he fell rock bottom. Unfortunately for Ryuunosuke, you didn't leave him. And so, Ryuunosuke had nothing else to do but to watch you as you sat on Kaede's lap shamelessly in the classroom with all the other students. How he wished it was him.

There was an inexplicable emotion building inside Kaede. It annoyed him how someone looked at his girl far too long. To think that the guy even liked her. To Kaede, only he is allowed to look at her like that, like stripping her off of her clothes. And he thought of an idea.

You were about to stand up from Kaede's lap to go back to your respective classroom, but it shocked you when he held you down, stopping you. And it shocked you more when he kissed you, shamelessly and aggressively, forcing his tongue inside your mouth.

Though you were used to being inappropriate with Kaede, Kaede never once initiated anything other than a quick kiss on the lips in public. At the back of your mind, you questioned whether you should be doing this, but it turned you on more than it should.

You closed your eyes and reciprocated his wet kisses.

Kaede took a guilty peek. He was greeted by your closed eyes, then he looked over at Ryuunosuke, who quickly averted his gaze when it met Kaede's, with red ears.

During the ride to your house, you almost couldn't take your hands off of Kaede. You just wanted to suck his dick. Be sorry after what had happened to him. Be his cum dump and turn all his frustrations to you.

"What's gotten into you?" you asked and you couldn't push back your smile as he laced his fingers on yours.

Kaede's eyes were straight on the road. He placed a peck on your hand that held his while the other was on the steering wheel.

"Nothing," there was a ghost smile on his lips.

You didn't like how he had been acting sad lately. But it reminded you how Kaede seemed to be more laid back after he lost. What you didn't know was it's because of you, how you didn't leave, or judge him. And thankfully, how you had paid off his debts before anyone even touched him as a house pet.

You watched him silently with a grin and your heart melted. It was all you could ever ask for.

Then your phone beeped, signaling a message. You turned to your pocket to get it, not removing your hand on Kaede's.

With one hand, you typed in your passcode, revealing your wallpaper of your trip with Kaede to Times Square. The memory brought a smile to your face.

In the picture, Kaede had his arms wrapped around you with a grin that reached his eyes under his glasses, making it look chinky. He wore a green parka over a black turtleneck and denim pants. On the other hand, you held Kaede's hands around you with the same smile, wearing a spaghetti-strapped blue plaid dress. The two of you looked so radiant among the busy, dull crowd from behind.

You noted how Kaede hated the crowd. He even made remarks here and there. But when you spontaneously asked a native to snap a photo of you with your boyfriend, it didn't seem to translate into the picture because he looked so happy. Besides, it was one of the rare moments you were able to force Kaede on a trip with you because of his role in the council. Kaede was the prime example of always working, always doing something. Sometimes, you hated it really.

Nearly everyone would define Kaede as someone who only smiled when something goes his way, but with you, it was different. It was genuine. That made you smile.

Unknown Number :

Hi, (Y/N). I got your number from Runa. I was wondering if you could meet me tomorrow after school? This is Ryuunosuke btw.

The message made your eyebrows furrow, ' Who's Ryuunosuke?'

"Who is it?" Kaede gave you a short glance before he quickly turned his attention on the road again.

You shrugged, "I don't know."

Without replying, you put your phone back in your pocket, then placed a quick peck on Kaede's hand on yours.

Only the sound of your make out session with Kaede filled your big room, while you both lay on your soft, white sheets.

Kaede's blazer had been discarded and his tie was loose, while you were only in your shirt skirt and your blouse's first buttons were opened, showing your cleavage.

You looked so sexy on top Kaede as you led the kiss. His hands continuously traveled to your exposed thighs and then rested on your ass. Slowly, his fingers reached for your panties, feeling the wetness of the material, making you moan against his mouth. Kaede grinned at that.

You broke the kiss, sitting on top of Kaede's dick, feeling his hardness while you slowly rubbed yourself on him. You bit your lip to tease him as you threw your head back and closed your eyes.

Though sex wasn't new to the both of you, Kaede couldn't help but be mesmerized by your beauty and your gorgeous body. He reached for his phone on the bed, snapping a photo of you. The sound made you open your eyes.

"Should I pose for you, babe?"

Kaede's erection grew harder. He was thrilled to have another set of photos in his unending collection of your lewd photos both you sent and he took. Kaede's had a lot of photos of you but never in your uniform. Thinking of having your photo in the uniform excited him.

You positioned yourself in the bed on all fours, your ass facing the end, and turning your upper body a little to the side so that your head would still be seen. You arched your ass up and your back was a reversed 'C.'

Kaede snapped a photo, then he went near you to lift your skirt, showing your white lace panties and quickly rubbing your pussy before he backed away to snap another photo. Kaede smiled when he checked it to see you sticking your tongue out in a lewd manner.

"Is that good enough for you?" you asked while you slowly crawled his way.

"Hmm," Kaede reached for the buttons of your blows before tearing it apart, showing your breasts covered with matching lace brassiere.

Once you were on the bed, kneeling before him, he caressed your face and stuck his thumb in your mouth. You gladly sucked on it, never breaking your stare into his eyes even as he took another photo of you in the position.

Kaede made you pose more, each one being so embarrassing but it made you feel wetter. You were happy you were of good service to him while you were on all fours and had your face on the bed and your ass high up. While he took photos, you wondered when he's going to fuck you.

Finally, he let you sit on his lap, feeling his bulge against your thin cloth. He caressed your breast with one hand while the other caressed your thigh.

"You know why I like our uniform on you?" he breathed into your neck. "Because the shortness of the skirt makes me peek at your thighs," he pressed your thigh hard it left red marks.

"But sometimes it annoys me that some boys can see it too," he continued. "But whenever you go push yourself to me at school, it fades away because they know who's fucking you at the end of the day."

His dirty talks turned you on.

"You know I'm yours," you whispered.

"I know," he only put your panties to the side and inserted one finger, slowly and gently. "I'm the only one who gets to do this to this pussy."

"It's so wet. You're welcoming all of me," he inserted another finger.

The sensation made you bite your lip and your hand reached for Kaede's nape from behind you while you had your back on him.

You moaned in pleasure, "When are you going to fuck me?"

Kaede hissed, his hand found your tits and squeezed it harshly, making you yelp.

"You're fucking nasty," he whispered against your ear while he took out your breasts and played with your erect nipples.

Kaede tore your blouse, the buttons flying off, then yanking it completely away. You were only left with your brassiere that no longer covered your tits and skirt.

He pushed you to the center of the bed. You watched him as he removed his belt, the sight turned you on. He was finally going to fuck you.

You remember the first time Kaede first took your innocence. You lost to him in a gamble and he wished you to sit on his lap, which you did and ended up in a steamy make out session and losing your virginity. From then on, when Kaede gambles, you would tag along with him when you're bored and sit on his lap, feeling his erection while he gambled with a sinister expression on his face as he crushed his opponent. Afterward, you'd suck him off in the restroom. Though he looked so respectable and composed, he couldn't take his hands off you.

Once Kaede removed his pants, leaving him with only his unbuttoned shirt, and putting on a condom from your bedside, he joined you in the bed, positioning his erection on your wet pussy.

He only pulled your panties to the side and thrust. It was slow and gentle. Though you wanted to be fucked hard because of how much you missed him, you couldn't deny that you also loved how you felt the sensation more while he did it slowly.

Your tits softly bounced in his thrusts. Kaede's one hand rested on the bed for support while the other fondled your breast.

"Fuck, you're tight..." he grunted. ”No matter how much I fuck you. Ah..."

Kaede's hand from your breast found its way to your mouth, pulling your tongue. You stuck your tongue out like what he wanted. He watched you, legs wide open, tongue and tits out, while he fucked you. You looked like a slut to him, and you loved that.

Soon enough, Kaede groaned. He closed his eyes and quickly removed his dick from your pussy right after you came. He removed the condom and positioned his dick between your tits, asking for a boob job.

"I'm close, fuck..."

You gave him a boob job, every thrust meeting your mouth until he stuck his dick in your mouth and cum erupting in your mouth.

He watched as you opened your mouth to reveal the thickness of his cum. Then, you swallowed it all. Kaede looked pleased.

Kaede lied beside you and pulled the comforter to both your bodies, then pulled you closer.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," you smiled.

When you awoke, you noticed that Kaede was no longer beside you. Instead, you found him sitting on his side of the bed with your phone in his hand. He now wore a grey shirt and black boxers, which he got from his small side of your walk-in closet. Kaede would often sleepover and both of you agreed that he would keep some clothes in your house and vice versa. He was silent as he scrolled through your phone.

"Babe?" you called.

Kaede shot you a glance and showed you the messages on your phone like what you received earlier, "Since when are you receiving messages like this?"

You sat down on the bed while you hold the comforter to your body, "I'm not sure."

"It's when I fell from my position."

There was that same sadness in his voice again, the one you wanted to wipe off. You moved to his side and gave him a hug. "Don't think about it."

His eyebrows furrowed, "How can I not think about it? What if they take you from me, (Y/N)?"

"No one's taking me away. I'm all yours no matter what. Besides, we still have our investments, right? I checked."

When you and Kaede took your relationship seriously, both of you made joint investments. It was only a backup plan and one of the future sources of funds when the two of you decided to settle down.

"Hn," he touched your hands around his waist. "I won't touch it. It's ours. Not mine alone."

You smiled at his answer and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I love you."

Your fingers brushed his white hair, "I think I'm liking the hair. Can you keep it?"

Kaede looked at you, a little embarrassed and relieved at the same time, "Should I? It's kind of embarrassing."

"It's not embarrassing! I like it actually," you kissed his forehead.

Kaede smiled, his palm found your bareback, stroking it. "Your skin is so soft."

"I keep it that way for my boyfriend," you smirked smugly.

"Fiancé, you mean," he corrected to which you laughed.

"Fiancé."

Soon enough, he started kissing you again, slowly lying you back down on the bed.

"Do you think you can fuck me like the usual? I miss you going rough on me," you asked when he broke away.

Kaede's expression changed to a menacing one, his eyes darkened and he suddenly choked you, "You want this?"

You stuck your tongue out in pleasure, "Yes!" you loved how he took advantage of you.

"Open your legs wide."

You obediently opened your legs wide, shamelessly flaunting your pink pussy lips to your fiancé. Kaede fingered you, inserting three fingers, making you moan. You feel the wetness of your pussy drip to your thigh until you felt his tongue on your vagina, licking and sucking. You pulled on his hair as you moaned. While he ate you, you massaged your tits.

The second time you came, Kaede slapped your ass to signal you to go on all fours. Once you did, he spanked your ass, you felt the skin jiggle at the contact. You shook your ass more, making sure to have your vagina in his sight too.

He positioned himself from behind you, his erection poking your opening. Once he inserted himself inside you, you gasped and quickly turned to look at him. You watched as he paid nonchalantly to your shocked expression while he had his mouth half-open as he thrust.

"You didn't put on a condom!"

Kaede opened his eyes and held your naked waist, feeling the warmth of his bare hands, "Shh."

"I'm not on the pill!" you hissed.

For so long, you've been asking Kaede to drop the condom and turn to pills, but he didn't want to because it doesn't exactly assure safety.

"That's a problem for tomorrow," he kissed your lips to shut you up.

"Besides, we still have our investments, right? Ahh.." he pulled on your (H/C) locks. "We can build a family anytime."

You grunted both in pain and in pleasure as he thrust inside you while he pulled on your hair. He put his weight on your back as he moved his hands on your breasts, massaging it. You felt him placing wet kisses on your bare shoulder.

Soon enough, his thrusts started to be more fast and rough. Both of you grunted in the sensation.

"I'm cumming!" he declared. "I'm cumming inside!"

You didn't have the energy to argue anymore. You remained on the bed, tired, and biting on your lip while he pleasured himself with your body.

Then you felt his thick and hot juices filling your womb, making you moan. You felt his cum dripping down on your thighs.

"Is that enough to get you pregnant?"

~

NEXT & FINAL CHAPTER: Kaede challenges Ryuunosuke to a gamble without your knowing until Kaede instructs you to watch them. Surprisingly, Kaede introduces a deal that if Kaede loses, he will breakup with you. On the other hand, Kaede conditions Ryuunosuke to watch Kaede take you - fulfilling your longtime dream of having someone else watch - if he wins.

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The Little Things - B.W

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Bill Weasley x Fem Reader

Requested/About: After the Wizarding war and the death of his younger brother, Bill Weasley focuses on the little things in life and realises that life is too short to waste it; the death of his brother gives him the confidence and courage he needs to confess his love to Y/N. 

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, swearing, mention of weight loss.

"I miss you Bill" you sighed down the phone "Are you sure you can't make it?"

Bill held the strange muggle device in his hand, both guilt and fear consuming him "Yeah" he replied, "But I will next time, I promise."

You knew this was a lie, and although it hurt, you couldn't stay mad at him - Bill had every right to shield away from the world, question everyone's intentions, and stay closer than ever to his family, but you knew that over time, it would only make things worse.

When you first heard the news of Fred's death, like many others, you were gobsmacked. The tragedy of his death changed everything - especially the man you loved most. Bill could no longer see the world in colour, he hated to smile, he couldn't laugh, looking at George felt worse than any injury he had suffered at work. He felt alone, broken, guilty, and worst of all, he didn't feel like himself anymore.

He lost motivation and passion for his job and couldn't bring himself to leave his house, even talking on the phone sometimes became too much for him, and your letters piled up on his windowsill, all read and crumpled, his replies screwed up into parchment balls scattered across the floor.

"Look after yourself, Bill." you said softly "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Y/N."

Bill felt relieved to finally come off the phone, but the crippling loneliness had hit him like a curse. Hanging up the phone and placing it back on the stand, his mother Molly, watched him, studying his scarred face.

"She cares for your dear, please don't push her away," Molly called out softly, approaching her firstborn and stroking his long hair which was pushed back into a messy ponytail, his dangling fang earring started to swing.

Bill nodded, too ashamed to look his mum in the eye "I know" he replied "Everything is just so different."

The familiar tears pooled into Molly's kind eyes, her lips trembled, the sight of Fred's dead body flashing back before her eyes. "It's strange not having him here, it's too quiet, but don't blame yourself" she cried "He died with a smile on his face."

Bill shook his head, tears of his own ran down his hot cheeks "I'm his big brother" he cried "It was my job to protect him, I can't lose anyone else."

Molly held her son close, crying and shaking her head "You aren't to blame, Bill, please don't let this take over your life, Fred wouldn't like it, none of us do."

"But I'm - I'm terrified."

"I know you are dear, but death is part of life, you can't let death stop you from living your life to its fullest." Molly sighed as Bill pulled away from the hug.

"I'm trying, I really am, mum."

Bill walked away and went upstairs into his bedroom, photographs his brother Charlie sent him of Dragons flying and breathing fire didn't evoke a smile or happy memory, instead he wanted to rip them off the walls and curse himself for not being by his little brother's side on the night he died. Bill felt useless, a waste of space, he felt as if he was the worst wizard in the world, he kicked the parchment balls across the floor and fell onto his knees, crying, talking to Fred who couldn't hear him or respond.

After your last phone call, you went days, weeks, and months without hearing from Bill. Your phone didn't ring, your owl didn't bring any letters with his handwriting on, and from what you heard, he had been fired from his job. You rang every day, but as time passed, you rang once a week, then once a month, then not at all. You stopped writing to him, you felt like you had made him worse like you had scared him off so badly that he felt too pressured to talk to him, but your gradual absence only made Bill feel worse, he felt as if he pushed you away, doing what his mother told him not to.

Maybe Bill wanted and needed a fresh start, away from you and away from everyone, perhaps he took a break and went to Romania to visit Charlie who took his mind off things with work. Part of you wanted to storm over to him, bang down the door and take him under your wing whether he liked it or not, but the bigger part of you felt like leaving him alone was the right thing to do.

Reaching your parchment and dipping your quill into your ink pot, you began to write to Molly, if you weren't able to care for Bill, you still wanted to watch over him from a distance, something Fred did when he wasn't comforting his twin, George, who didn't know he was there.

Molly,

I miss you, I miss everyone, I miss Bill.

I've tried reaching out to him but I don't think he wants to talk, I want to help, to comfort him, and do anything I can to bring a smile on his face, but I think he would rather be alone - and that's okay, I respect his wishes, but I just need to know how he's doing.

I can't tell you how strange this all is, I can imagine you can't put this all into words either, I am so so sorry for your loss, Freddie... Fred was the funniest person I've ever met and he always made me feel better, even if I wasn't in the mood for his pranks or jokes.

I want to be here not just for Bill, but for all of you. I want you to know that you can write to me, even ring me if you need anything (Arthur isn't the best with the telephone, but Bill has somehow mastered it, but I can understand your disapproval so writing back is fine) I miss you, I miss The Burrow too, spending my school holidays under your roof were the best times of my life and it's one of the worst things about being a grown-up.

Please let me know if you need anything or if there is anything I can do, please send everyone my love, I can't imagine what you're all going through.

Nothing but love,

Best Wishes,

Y/N.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you folded up the parchment and placed it into the envelope, pausing before you sealed it with wax. Looking over on your right and focusing on the photograph in the picture frame of you and Bill posing as Head Girl and Head Boy, with big smiles on your faces and your badges sparkling against the flashing of the camera. This was the only picture you had of you and Bill, and although you got comfort watching that moment in time replay over and over, it made you feel sore inside, causing you to wince.

Picking up the picture frame and holding it in your hands, you removed the back of it and pulled out the picture, putting it inside of the envelope. Setting the frame back down, you finally sealed the envelope and watched the hot dripping wax mould into shape, cool down and dry. You picked up the envelope and walked downstairs, meeting your owl by the window in your front room.

"Please post this for me," you said softly "It's very important and precious."

Your large fluffy owl tilted its head before taking the letter in its mouth and flying out of the window as you opened it, watching them fly away in the distance, you couldn't stop yourself from reminiscing about Bill and the memories you made together as teens - little did you know, whilst Bill curled up on his bedroom floor, he too was thinking exactly the same thing.

"Bill!" You grinned, running over to him and hugging him, admiring his hair "Your hair has grown so fast! I love it!"

Bill smiled "I'm glad you like it, mum can't wait to see the day I chop it all off."

You ruffled his soft, shoulder-length hair and looked at his new timetable "oh nice!" you chirped "looks I don't have Herbology on my own after all!"

Molly opened the envelope and read your letter, covering her mouth to keep her cries silent, your kind words taking weight off her chest and placing a caring arm around her shoulders. She picked up the photograph and tears pricked at her eyes, the sight of Bill so happy brought her the comfort she so desperately needed.

"You need a bloody hair cut!" Molly freaked upon her son's arrival at the station.

Bill groaned out in frustration and rolled his eyes "No I don't, mum! I like it long!"

You smirked and burst out into laughter, Molly greeted you and pulled you in for a hug, making her husband Arthur pick up your trunk. Bill's younger twin brothers stared at you, smirking, muttering to one another.

"What do you think about his hair, Y/N?" Molly asked you, hoping you would be on her side "I think if it ends up any longer Hogwarts will be sending me letters!"

You pursed your lips and couldn't stop yourself from breaking out into a grin "I quite like it."

Bill smiled at you "See! The girls love it!"

You rolled your eyes and elbowed Bill in the arm playfully.

Hearing a crash in Arthur's shed, Molly quickly lept on her feet, rushing to see what the commotion was all about and to tell off her husband for his muggle tool and plug collection, leaving behind the letter and photograph on the dinner table.

"Oh go on Y/N, give me the answers, we've been studying for hours now!" Bill begged, glaring at his now crumpled O.W.L styled mock paper.

Bill's cheeky smile and puppy eyes made you cave in faster than you liked to admit.

"Fine, here are the answers."  You passed him your test papers, knowing fully well that he would be in big trouble tomorrow.

Bill walked down the stairs, tempted to pick up the telephone and ring you, but his eyes landed on the letter and photograph before the telephone. He stared at the photo, the memory as clear as day in his head.

"You'll never guess what!" You squealed.

"I've got some news!" Bill beamed, both of you speaking at the same time.

"You go first!" you encouraged him, excited to hear his news and tell him you had been made Head Girl.

"Guess who became Head Boy!" He grinned, pulling out his badge and handing it to you "Mum and Dad are going to be so bloody proud!"

You couldn't believe it, your best friend and you were head of the school - together, this HAD to be nothing more than a coincidence, it HAD to.

"Oh Bill" you grinned "that's wonderful - but -"

"But what?!"

"But this is all so strange."

"What?" His face dropped "Please don't make this about my hair, mum's sent me enough letters this term-"

"It's not about your hair you idiot!" You laughed "This is strange because I've been made Head Girl." You pulled out your badge, presenting it to Bill whilst it sat in the palm of your hand.

"No way."

"Yes, way!"

Bill couldn't sleep that night, he read the letter over and over in his head and watched the two of you posing in his mind. He rubbed his eyes so hard he could see tiny stars, opening his eyes he walked over to the mirror and stared at himself, he couldn't recognise himself anymore. His hair was straggly and hadn't been brushed in months, his facial hair was stubbly and rough, the bags under his eyes were dull and heavy, and his face had become more sunken in.

His mum was right, he couldn't stop living, he shouldn't push everyone away and shut himself off from everyone around him, he needed to keep going, no matter how hard things got, he had to keep pushing, further and further, he needed to get himself back on track.

Leaving his bedroom, Bill challenged the many steps and went into the bathroom, taking a long, warm bath. He scrubbed his skin, washed his face and hair and got out, staring at himself again in the mirror, he shaved off his ginger prickly stubble and grabbed a hairbrush. Detangling his hair and brushing it after neglecting it for so long, he picked up the scissors and slowly started to chop off his split ends and adding layers. He trimmed his eyebrows and stared at himself in the mirror, by morning he was going to get his job back, he was going to tell you how he felt, if he were to ever lose you, he would rather have a relationship beforehand, rather than settling with 'what could have been'.

Bill walked out of his room, as fresh as a daisy, in his suit, he picked up his briefcase, shocking the rest of his family, most of all his mum.

"You were right mum." Bill admitted, "I'm going to get my job back, and I'm going to see Y/N."

Y/N,

Thank you ever so much for writing to me, dear, your words have lifted me up tonight and the photo you have sent me is something I will treasure.

I know you aren't a child anymore, and I know you're an adult, but you will never be too old to stay under Arthurs and I's roof. We could do with some company, a good catch up, anything to keep our mind busy.

This home - this house - is so awfully quiet since Fred

her quill trailed off  

left, the occasional door will slam and Arthur keeps wreaking havoc in his shed but the absence of Fred's laughter and his footsteps pounding up and down the stairs are so terribly missed.

Bill isn't doing so good, Charlie is doing the best out of all of us.. and George, poor George. Please do pop round for a cuppa or just for a chat, even if Bill won't come out to chat I'm sure everyone else will be so happy to see you.

Don't be a stranger, Y/N.

Love,

Molly Weasley.

Drinking your cup of tea and staring out your kitchen window, watching the birds sing and search for food in the back garden, you heard a knock at the door, finishing off your brew and placing your floral cup in the sink, you walked over to the door and opened it, lost for words at who was waiting for you.

A slimmer and more gaunt Bill stood on your doorstep, a bouquet of roses in his hand, his hair pulled back into a loose ponytail and his suit looking elegant. You were heartbroken to see how Fred's death had taken hold of him physically, and you were more heartbroken knowing what he was going through mentally. For him to be stood on your doorstep, making an effort, truly was above and beyond anything you expected, and you were so proud of him.

"Bill!" You pulled him into a tight embrace, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his neck "I can't believe you're here, I, I've missed you so much!"

Bill held you in his arms, soaking up your scent and the touch of your soft skin, the tiny pieces of his heart slowly piecing back together. He pulled away and handed you the flowers "These are for you"

Accepting the roses, you invited Bill inside and put the kettle on, making tea for the both of you, he sat himself down on the sofa, going through everything he wanted to say, feeling nervous and hoping that you would understand and feel the same.

You placed your cups on your coffee table, sitting down next to him, looking back at the gorgeous new roses sitting up proudly in their vase. Bill stared at you, studying your face as you studied the roses.

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you."

You turned back around and looked into his eyes, your heart went weak and started to thump, your mind running faster than you could keep up with, you were jumping to conclusions and didn't know what to think.

"Okay" you replied nervously "What is it?"

"I'm in love with you" Bill confessed, "I always have been, and nothing really made sense until I read your letter to mum and looked at the photograph of us you sent her."

Your racing thoughts finally slowed down, you were catching up with them.

"Fred had his life stolen from him, he was young, he had years ahead of him - now nothing. I don't want to lose you, I don't want to disappear before we've even had a chance to get started."

You nodded your head slowly and placed your hand on top of his in support, and providing him with comfort.

"I don't want to lose you either, Bill."

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