#'but that wasn't the only thing on your list. was it?' and she slowly shakes her head

[pettyprocrastination]

ngl but i think if a kid wrote a letter to santa about wanting an abusive family member out of the house he’d slyly send the letter down some little magical mail chute and itd end up in hell where krampus would read it and then show up to that house on christmas eve to give that kid a nice new bike and a teddy bear under their tree before dragging their peice of shit dad down to the underworld for eternal torture. 

[starrystevie]

eddie knows his crush on steve harrington is a hopeless cause, okay?

he's somehow been friends with steve long enough to know what he looks like when he's flirting, what he looks like when he has a crush, when his sights are set on someone very non-eddie munson shaped. he also now knows how to hide his jealousy in a fake smirk that he flashes steve's way when yet another pretty girl walks their way with her sights set on him and a smirk of her own.

eddie always watches as steve reaches out a hand just so to gently brush it against a lovely lady's arm with that charming fucking smile and sees how that lovely lady will always melt at the touch. and who could blame her? certainly not eddie, the same eddie who's had his own sights set on steve harrington for what feels like a life time. if anyone knows how painfully a heart can beat when it sees him from across the room and imagines a date and a future and a life with steve, it would be eddie.

but that's where it ends. steve harrington, the ladies man that he is, always stops things there with a smile and a wave thrown in the woman's direction as she walks away. it throws eddie for a loop every time. he would watch the two flirt for minutes that that felt like torturous hours for him only for it to end with a disappointed look on her face and steve turning his attention back to eddie like nothing had happened.

it makes no sense.

"i don't get it, man," he says one day as steve lets yet another girl walk away down to the opposite end of the grocery store aisle they're in. steve's turned back to staring at the shopping list in his hand and is muttering to himself instead of watching her walk away like eddie is, disbelief coloring his face.

"don't get what?" steve asks back, not bothering to look up until the silence goes on for too long. his eyes land on eddie's and he frowns slightly, shaking his head slowly. "... did i miss something?"

eddie reels back, eyebrows furrowing together and motions his arms every which way, from the girl's retreating form to the empty space around them.

"steve, you're just going to let her walk away and not get her number? she was obviously hitting on you, dude."

he watches as steve's face crinkles slightly before smoothing out and shrugs his shoulders, turning back to grab the cat food eddie feeds to the strays off the shelf. he lurches forward and places his hands on steve's shoulders to face him, watching as his eyes go wide.

"what do you want me to say?" steve shrugs again and eddie can feel the movement under his hands. "i guess i wasn't feeling it."

eddie sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face before returning it back to steve's shoulder. "wasn't feeling it... steve, i'm gay, not blind. you two obviously were hitting it off with your fucking charming lines and flirty eyes. you always do this and it makes zero fucking sense-"

"-you're gay?"

steve says a bit too loud for eddie's liking even if they are currently hidden in the pet food aisle. heat floods his cheeks and he throws a hand cover steve's mouth while shushing him to keep him from saying it again. he sees steve's eyes go even wider and feels warmth spreading under his fingers.

is steve...

"you knew this!" eddie accuses in a whisper and tries to breathe evenly while steve's gaze travels all over his face. "we talked about it with robin that one time!"

... is he blushing?

there's a sudden pressure at his side and he looks down to see steve's fingers curling over his waist. eddie takes in a stuttering breath and brings his own wide eyes up to meet steve's. it's like looking in a fun house mirror, seeing his flush creeping up steve's neck and watching steve blink in time with him. he can feel when steve tries to say something, his lips ghosting over his palm and eddie pulls back like he's been burned, but steve's hand stays right where it is on his side.

"i absolutely would have remembered if you told me that before," he says and his voice is a little breathless. "there's no way i was there when you guys talked about it."

eddie thinks back to the party when he and robin were huddled up on their couch together. argyle and nancy were dancing in their socks on the living room floor, bouncing around to some experimental track that had been badly recorded on a cassette. jonathan was sitting at the coffee table snapping photos of them, joint hanging from his lips and easy smile spreading on his face.

eddie's trying to pinpoint where steve is in this memory and that's usually the easiest thing for him to remember, but he can't...

until suddenly he can, because steve walked in through the sliding door with his shirt over his shoulder and his swim trunks low on his hips and water dripping down his chest and a cigarette behind his ear and the sunset bleeding in through the windows was painting him golden and he was walking over to dance with nancy with a wide grin pulling at his cheeks and-

"god, i'm gay," eddie had breathed out. robin followed his line of sight and nodded because she gets it like she has a steve problem of her own and that was that.

eddie focuses back in on steve while they stand in the fucking pet food aisle, focuses on the shrill jingle pouring out of the grocery store speakers and not on the way he can hear his heartbeat in his ears, focuses on the way steve can look good even in harsh fluorescent lights.

"well, now you know," is all he can breath out.

steve smiles, all white teeth and crinkled eyes, and his fingers curl even tighter around eddie's waist as he takes a half step even further into his personal space.

"you're why," steve says back easily and eddie reminds himself to breathe as the other side of his waist suddenly has a hand covering it, too. "i don't take their numbers, i don't give them mine, i don't go on the stupid dates they ask me out on because..."

the fingers dance up his side and eddie can't breathe.

"... they're not you, so why would i?"

eddie sends up a silent thank you to whoever is listening that they're hidden away from prying eyes in the pet food aisle so he can lean it and learn for the first time what steve's smile tastes like.

[cryptidghostgirl]

Unrequited (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Description: It is too late for him to change things now. It doesn't matter what else has happened, that he's gotten to know her, seen her light. Some broken things can never be fixed.

Warnings: Uh, angst. 'You came' 'you called' but make it sad.

Word Count: 1,218

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“You came.” he felt oddly breathless as he stepped up behind Y/n.

She was standing on the guest's side of the bar, helping Husk clean glasses. As she carefully dried the crystalline objects, she delicately placed them to the side to be put away later. Her back was to him.

"Yes, Alastor. Not like I had a choice."

Husk shot the pair a glance from the sink. It was night, the first moment the pair had had since they were so rudely ripped from their lives and dropped into the Hotel. Neither soulless sinner particularly wanted to speak to their master but, there he was.

Y/n could feel Alastor's eyes burning holes in the back of her neck. She sighed, turning to face him.

Seven years, Alastor thought to himself, his eyes savoring every detail as they drank Y/n in. Seven years and she was still just as enthralling. Not as the day he had met her, no. On that day, she'd been nothing more than another hopeless soul ripe for the taking.

She had shook, cowering before him like every other sinner. It wasn't until long after he had met Y/n, until he had gotten to know her, that he saw the beauty. It was a gentle thing. It snuck in and enthralled slowly. There had been no head first dive off a cliff. It had been like quick sand, it had clawed at him, slowly dragging him down.

Y/n's displeasure at his presence was written into her features. He read it in the slight crease between her eyebrows, in the irritated way she ran a hand through her hair. He had expected nothing other, but that didn't mean he hadn't hoped for some other reaction from the girl.

"How long are you gonna make us stay?" Husk called from the sink, shutting the water off and turning to Alastor as well, "How long is this shit hole hotel gonna be your new passion project?"

Alastor turned to the cat demon, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"As long as it amuses me." he answered sharply and Husk sighed.

He took the towel off his shoulder and let it fall to the back counter of the bar. Shooting a look at the back of Y/n's head, Husk crossed his arms.

"We're all done here for the night. You can go."

Y/n turned her head to the side, smiling softly at Husk over her shoulder. There it was, that smile, his downfall. It had been a long time since Alastor had seen it, longer still since she had directed it toward him. He wondered if it would ever be sent his way again. If he had known then what he knew now... if only he had known.

"I got a few more of these to dry still."

Husk sent Y/n a pointed look and she sighed, shaking her head slightly.

"Don't worry, Husker." she hummed softly, "I'm okay. I promise. Go to bed, you look like you could use some rest."

She turned back fully to Husk as he nodded slowly. Y/n picked her dish cloth back up and started working on the glasses again. With a wave goodnight, he slid out from behind the bar and headed upstairs. Alastor watched until he was out of the room before turning back to Y/n.

The grace with which Y/n held herself: it wasn’t something Alastor had ever noticed, not until years after their contract had first been made.

See, the thing was, Alastor hadn’t known Y/n when they’d made their deal. She had been young and naive, timid and jumpy. He had offered her protection after getting her out of a sticky situation with Valentino and in return, he had only asked for her soul. She hadn’t known then, what a thing that was, how serious. She’d only been down in hell for a few days, after all. The worst crime she’d ever committed when alive was stealing lighters from a CVS with her friends as a teenager. She had been innocent, unfit for the dark. He had been her guiding light.

For years after the deal had first been struck, Y/n still didn’t really understand. Alastor never had to ask her twice for anything, never had to drag her to his side so, of course she didn’t. She was loyal. Y/n trusted him, even called Alastor a friend.

Alastor wasn’t one for regretting things. It wasn’t in his brand, his view of the world. The more time he had spent with Y/n, the more he had regretted the deal and the potential horrors it could bring her way. As long as she didn’t understand what it meant, however, he was in the clear.

Introducing her to Husk was where he had misstepped. The cat demon had told her everything, explained it all down to the last detail. Suddenly those smiles, those snide remarks and teasing comments, were gone. Y/n wouldn't come near him unless she had to, wouldn't even look his way.

She knew he had tricked her, that she was trapped. Eternally bound to Alastor's side, the man wasn't her friend anymore. To be perfectly honest, she couldn't tell if he ever really had been.

The worst part about it wasn't even the betrayal. The worst part about it was how stupid she felt. She had cared for the demon, she had even begun wondering if she might love him. He had always been a gentleman, always kind and caring once she got to know him. Now there was this sudden distance between them, this 'had she ever even known him at all.'

"What?" Y/n sighed, turning to face him as she slammed her last glass down on the table.

"Whatever is the matter, dear?" Alastor asked, taking a step closer.

He could feel her breath, the slight breeze made by her movement through the air as she crossed her arms defensively over her chest. His heart pounded against the constraints of his ribcage, his hands trembled.

"You wont stop staring at me. You must want something so, what is it?" she replied shortly, "Am I doing something wrong? Did I upset you?"

Alastor fell silent. There was vitriol dripping from her mouth, aimed towards him. Twenty years since she'd found out about the true nature of their relationship and he still didn't know how to handle it.

"Just a pleasure to see you is all."

Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah right."

"No, really. It always is."

The air between them could be cut with a knife, it was thick with tension. Alastor wished he could turn back the clock, undo the curse, do something -- anything. There was nothing. They were stuck, he owned Y/n but not in the way he wanted to. No, he had realized everything too late.

"You came." he said again, his voice soft, barley a whisper.

The words fell lamely to the floor between them. Y/n dropped her arms. She suddenly seemed very tired, utterly exhausted in fact. Her hair slipped from behind her ears, dancing gently around the curves of her face as she raised a hand to her temples, rubbing them softly as if to rid herself of a headache.

“You called.”

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→ Unrequited Pt. 2

[chiefduckgarden]

Sweet Nothing

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

A/N: sorry if there's any grammatical mistakes, it's 3:25 in the morning.

It was a rainy saturday afternoon and Elizabeth was finishing her grocery shopping, after spending the last thirty minutes finding everything she had wroten on her little list, she was ready to go home.

Waiting on the line to pay was one of the most boring things on earth. Or at leat that's how it felt for Lizzie.

But there she was, all hid behind her blue dodgers baseball cap, her big black sunglasses and her face mask. There were three people in front of her, she just needed to be a little more patient.

She looked on the shelves around her and pick up a chocolate bar to put it in her basket. A magazine standing next to the other candies caught up her attention.

Her face was all over the cover, and a slightly smaller picture of you on her side, only with a heart break image in between. She couldn't help but roll her eyes before reading the headline on it.

"Actress of the moment Elizabeth Olsen and her girlfriend, writer and director Y/N Y/LN: rumors on their broke up."

She left the magazine back on the shelf and noticed similar headlines on the other magazines behind it.

"What's going on between Elizabeth Olsen and her ex-girlfriend?"

"Everything we know about the rumors between Elizabeth Olsen and Y/N Y/LN"

She didn't even bothered to read them, it was ridiculous the way press was trying to dig into her private life.

Luckily for her, the line moved fast and in less than twenty minutes she was walking back to her car.

On the way out she spotted two or three paparazzi taking pictures of her. She pretend she didn't see them but she moved her groceries to her car quicker than other days to get out of that place as soon as possible.

On the drive home she felt her heart beat raising and her hands shaking, knowing she probably was having anxiety.

The moment she parked in front of her house she got out of the car and ran inside. She didn't notice the moment she started to cry but she could feel the wetness on her face.

Once she was in the safety of her home she finally tried control her breath in order to control her feelings. But it was hard to control them when all she could felt was her body going numb. It felt like she was going to faint.

That's when she felt a pair of arms holding her, and your familiar warmth that always helped her feel safe.

- Hey Lizzie, it's me, everything is fine darling, you're here, you're in home... Please baby breath with me okay?

She slowly nodded her head.

- Okay so deep breath in... And breath out... That's it, one more time baby...

Lizzie followed your soothing voice and after some minutes of breathing she finally felt her body relax, allowing herself to fall into your arms crying.

- Y/N... - she whispered with trembling voice.

- I'm here baby, I'm here.

You completely embraced her in your arms and she buried her face in the crock your neck, letting herself smell your scent. Something she has always loved.

Some minutes later she felt better and the two of you sat on to the couch in the living room to talk.

- What happened Lizzie? You had an anxiety attack...

- I'm sorry baby but when I was leaving the grocery store I saw some paparazzi taking pictures of me in the parking lot and I got scared... I was afraid they would follow me home like the last time...

- Oh darling I'm so sorry I wasn't there... You should've call me and would've been there as soon as I could... - you told her, holding her hand that was resting on your lap.

- No, I didn't want to disturb, I told you I would go alone and...

- I know but that doesn't matter, there's nothing more important to me than you... You're my girlfriend Lizzie, we're in this together.

She smiled and leaned on to sweetly kiss you on on the lips. You hold her face with your other hand and deepened the kiss a little.

- I know, I love you Y/N, I'm sorry I scared you today.

- Hey it's fine, never apologize for something like this again, okay?

She smiled again and kissed you one more time.

- So, what do you say if you go rest a little and put on some comfy clothes while I go get the groceries from the car and park it in the garage...

- Oh no, let me go do that baby, you don't need to do it for me.

- I know but I will, you just had a shaken day and deserve to get some rest.

You didn't let room for discussion and she ended up giving up. Sometimes your stubbornness around taking care of her was adorable. One of the many reasons why she fell in love with you four years ago.

Lizzie went upstairs and followed your instructions. After changing her clothes into her pajamas and washed her face as she listened to her favorite playlist (the one you created specially for her) she went back downstairs to see what you were doing.

She found a lovely atmosphere with relaxing jazz music on the background and a wonderful smell all over the room.

She silently walked into the kitchen only to find you humming to the song playing as you finished fixing dinner for the two of you.

- That smells amazing honey... - she said hugging you from the back and resting her head in your shoulder.

- Thank you darling, I hope it tastes as good as it smells.

She laughed and helped you plate the food for you two to start eating.

- Do you wanna know what I found out today? At the grocery store... - Lizzie asked you half way through the dinner.

You looked at her smiling.

- What did you found out honey? - you asked.

- That we broke up again, for the second time this year - she said with fake worry.

- Oh no! That's terrible - you responded with the same dramatic tone - Did you broke up with me? Or was it me the one who screwed up?

She laughed.

- I'm not sure darling... But I think it was your fault... - she told playfully.

- I know, it's always my fault, remember the last time we split up? I cheated on you with Margot Robbie... How could it happened again! - you said dramatically with a hand on your chest.

The two of you bursted into laugh and then went back to eat.

- I can't believe they keep going on with that, it's a little old-fashioned, don't you think? They're always saying the end is coming...

- Yeah, but I bet they make thousands with our faces in the cover...

The conversation moved from that and you started to tell her about your new project. You finally came up with the perfect name for it, something you had been thinking about for some weeks .

She listened to you smiling adorably. The way you moved you hands whenever you talked about your ideas and the way your hair flied with the wind blowing from the window. She loved you.

She didn't care if the world outside was pushing and shoving on her. She didn't care if they talked and gossiped around your relationship. She knew that, at the end of the day she would always come back home to you. You were the only person she would be vulnerable to, admitting that sometimes she was too soft for all the pressure that evolved her line of work.

You would hold her and kiss her. Listen to every single word that cames out of her mouth. You would always support her, be by her side though ups and downs, helping her with your best advices for her problems. You would be there even when she didn't love herself. Holding her hand through everything.

Cause all that you ever wanted from her was sweet nothing.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

The Babysitter (8)

Birthday Wishes

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Birthday Wishes

A sigh left your lips as you snuggled your head further against her shoulder, your arm loosely wrapped around her middle as you tried to drift back to sleep. Sleep was within reach as you dozed off, waking up when the body beneath you started to shake due to a chuckle. A sound of protest left your lips, only fuelling her laughter as you fluttered your eyes open, meeting humoured green.

"I am not a pillow, you know?" the redhead teases, smirking at you as you let out a groan. "I thought you said you weren't a cuddler," she continued to taunt, you pinching her side making her laugh once more.

"If you don't stop talking Natasha, I'll tell everyone you like to be the little spoon," you close your eyes after seeing the disbelief on her face, claiming victory momentarily and returning to use your friend as a pillow. It wasn't your fault that she was so comfy to sleep on.

"You wouldn't," she whispers, you open one eye at her, making her bite her lip to contain her chuckle. "And I am not a little spoon," she mumbles, you smiling into her shirt as you stretch your body, deciding she isn't going to let you sleep once again.

"If you say so," you whisper, letting a comfortable silence wash over the room, her gaze flickering over your features as you let your eyes rest, ears intently listening to both of your steady breathing.

It had been a few days since the incident with your mother, Natasha's offer of staying over with her family finally being taken up by you, her extremely happy knowing you were here with her instead of your mum. You were supposed to be staying in the guest bedroom but, well, Natasha offered to watch sitcoms in her room every night and that would go on until either you or both of you fell asleep. You had woken up a few times in the nights, untangling your body with hers and unwrapping your body from the one in front of yours therefore knowing she was definitely a little spoon.

The smile on your face from thinking back to the crazy but amazing last few days with your best friend slowly faded as your mind wandered elsewhere. You thought about the date during the silence, a wave of sadness washing over you at realising what day it was, you turning to look at the redhead who was giving you a knowing and soft smile.

"Happy birthday," she whispers ever so gently, as if she was scared that if she speaks any louder, you'd break. You gave a small smile back, thinking about how it was yours and your father's birthday today, him not here to celebrate it.

"Thank you," you murmur back, her enveloping you in a hug, a shaky breath escaping you as you think about your father. Natasha holds you while you compose yourself, knowing this could be another hard day as it was only the second birthday you've spent without him to share it with. Nails soothingly and reassuringly run up and down your back over your shirt, definitely not one of Natasha's you've stolen, to comfort you.

"Is there anything you want to do today?" she softly asks once you move to rest your head on an actual pillow, turning onto your side to look at her. You think for a moment, remembering Wanda asked you to babysit tonight as she's picking up someone from the airport and you've taken the last few days off. Thinking it through, you have the remainder of the morning to do whatever, your lips tugging up into a smile as you cast your eyes back over to the redhead. "Oh no, I'm going to regret asking, aren't I?"

"Maybe just a little," your smile never leaving your face.

***

"Really?" she chuckles out when you step out of the car with her, excitement buzzing through you as you look at the diner. "We haven't been here in ages," her tone reminiscent as you both walk through the door, the bell ringing above your head while you take the seat in the corner like you used to always do.

"Y/n?" called a voice, your head turning to look at the man who bellowed your name. Thor came rushing over to you, wrapping you in a crushing hug while Odin shook his head at his son's antics behind the counter. "It's been too long since you two have been here," the blonde said, looking between you both.

A tradition you and Natasha had was to come to Odin's diner every time it was someone's birthday, remembering the times your father would bring you both so you could both stuff your faces with as many pancakes and waffles as you could.

Too busy being embraced by the god-like man, you missed the look Natasha gave you as she remembered the fond memories of your father, her heart clenching as she also missed the man, unsure of the unbearable pain you must have been feeling.

"Loki said they haven't seen you in a few days," Thor says as he finally releases you, ruffling your hair like he used to do when you were younger making you roll your eyes at him.

"I've been staying over at Nat's," you say, him assuming it was to do with your birthday.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your day Lady Y/n," he teases with the nickname he gave you all those years ago, you just smiling at him.

"Thank you, Thor," you murmur as he walks off to tend to another customer, Odin giving you a wave from his place behind the till now while you scooched into the booth.

It didn't take long for the two of you to order, you asking for a massive plate of pancakes while Natasha wanted Waffles, knowing the two of you would end up asking each other for a bit of the other's food. You were a few pancakes in, a little amazed at how much little you could scoff down on your birthday, desperate to not waste the opportunity of being able to eat as much food as you want, when your mouth then dropped open at the words Natasha casually let fall from her lips.

"What?" the fork dropped from your hand you were that shocked, her lips tugging up into an amused smile as you stared at your friend with disbelief in your eyes. "You asked Maria on a date?" She merely bites her lip, nodding as you fly from your seat to sit next to her, bringing her in for a massive hug as you're so happy for her. "Finally!" you exclaim, knowing the absolute age she's been crushing on the blue-eyed beauty.

"I can't believe it either," she chuckled when you started to babble about the way she'd gush over Maria, shocked that she actually and finally made a move.

"I better be your maid of honour at your wedding," you mutter after interrogating her of what happened, the smile never wavering on her face, a bark of laughter erupting from her at the serious tone to your words. "I also better have a kid named after me," you give her a faux glare in severeness, her wiping a stray tear of laughter that started to run down her cheek.

"You do know how kids are made right?" you pull a face at her, obviously knowing in your 18 years of life now how it works. "It's when a man and a woman love each other very much-"

"Adoption is always an option!" you cut her off, breaking off into laughter yourself at her teacher tone, the both of you then bursting into a fit of giggles, the other people in the diner looking at you weirdly.

***

A content sigh leaves your lips when you lean back against the soft cushion of the booth, your hand going to your full belly as you can feel the food settling there. You lazily tilt your head to the side to look at Natasha, her mirroring your action as you're both stuffed with food.

"I don't regret this, but at the same time, I do," she mutters after a bit, a smile on her face. "I shouldn't have eaten so much," she grumbles, you nodding in agreement, not very keen on moving any time soon despite needing to get to Wanda's house soon.

"I don't think I can move," you chuckle out, her agreeing with you while Thor starts to come over as you asked for the bill.

"Lady Y/n, Lady Natasha," he greets, both of you amused by his charming nature, him then placing the bill on the table. Surprisingly, Natasha moves quicker than you thought possible at the moment, snatching the bill before you could even get a look at it.

"Thor, I think there's been a mistake," the redhead says, confusion evident in her tone as she places the paper down, now able to see it's blank besides a smiley face that's been quickly scribbled on.

"I assure you, it's right," Thor beams with a bright smile, "Consider it a birthday present from us Odinsons and Laufeysons." Natasha goes to protest, but Thor gives a mischievous smile, one you would expect from Loki not him, before walking off, saying he had to tend to another customer.

The two of you leave after establishing you won't be paying for the food, Odin also saying it was on the house, and you ask Natasha to drive you to the Maximoff's residence so you could babysit the twins.

The drive passes by in a blur, your cheeks sore from laughing so much as you and Nat talk nonsense making you take a few breaths to stop the laughing fit you were having before entering the house.

"Thank you," your tone is a little breathless from chuckling so much, Natasha responding with a big smile at the happy expression on your face. She was just glad you were coping much better on this birthday than the last, knowing you were trying to stay as busy as possible to keep your mind from wandering.

"No problem," she says, you now outside her car door, her lowering the window to talk to you before you walk up the drive. "Remember to text me what time you want picking up," she reminds, knowing how you'd forget and end up getting the bus to her house, claiming it was no big deal.

"I know, I know," you murmur, her leaning out of the car window briefly to give you a hug, the front door of the Maximoff residence opening to reveal no one other than her. You turn around a little to see Wanda, your mouth parting slightly at the ethereal sight of her, Natasha snickering from within the car.

"Have fun," she innocently says to begin with, her comment then turning teasing, "Don't drool too much though." You go to playfully smack her arm, her starting to roll the window up, smirking at you through the glass and revelling in your not amused expression.

You quickly walk up to the door, Wanda greeting you with a big smile, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the way she looks at you, affection and care swirling in her eyes. You cast your eyes down to her lips, the smile that adorns her face enchanting you, making you snap out of your daze of briefly staring at her soft lips.

"I hope you enjoyed the few days off, Detka" her smile never leaves her face as she speaks to you. You nod and somehow, she manages to look even cuter, her nose scrunching slightly. "I have a few errands to run and then I need to pick my brother up from the airport, so it'll be about an hour or two before we get back."

"That's fine Wanda," you say, the boys hearing your voice and running into the hallway where they can see you.

"Y/N!" They practically cheer, barrelling into your body making you and Wanda laugh at their enthusiasm. "We missed you so much!" You hug them back, Wanda quickly bidding her goodbyes while the boys are focused on you.

"I missed you too, mini Maximoffs," your tone matching their excited one, all three of you walking into the living room after locking the front door. The boys jump onto the sofa, you taking a more mature approach of also jumping onto the sofa, them grinning as you flopped next to them. They then looked at you with mischievous smirks, questions on the tip of their tongues. After the many, many questions they hurled your way, you managed to get them to stop momentarily, Tommy's eyes soon lighting up as he remembered something.

"Guess what Y/n!" his body practically buzzing with joy, Billy seemingly catching onto what his brother is thinking and joining in.

"What?" you say, entertaining their game, the twins looking at each other before back at you.

"It's our birthday in less than a week!" Tommy exclaims, your eyes widening as you didn't know their birthday was so soon.

"I take it neither of you are excited," you tease sarcastically, the boys giggling at your comment before moving closer to you on the sofa, you now sandwiched between them as they lean into your side. "Hmmm I wonder how old you two are going to be," you make a show of putting a finger on your chin, as if you were deep in thought making them bite their lips to stop smiling so much. "Twenty?" you guess, them making a shocked face at the ridiculous number.

"We're not that old," Billy says, with a fake offended look, Tommy rolling his eyes at your joke.

"Hmmm, let me think again," you tap your chin with your finger to make it look like you're thinking hard again, "18?" They shake their heads avidly, you letting out a laugh of your own. "I give up, how old are you going to be?"

"Ten," They both say at the same time eagerly, a fake gasp of shock leaving you at how old they're going to be.

"No way! Double digits," the tone of your voice in feign disbelief as they laugh at your over dramatic reaction. "What would you two like to do for your birthday?" you ask curiously while you try to think of what to get them.

"Mom said we can have some friends over and play games all day if we want to," Tommy's clear excitement makes you smile, Billy matching his brother's joy.

"That's so cool," you reply, Billy resting his head on your shoulder while Tommy sits forward and angles his body to look at you.

"When's your birthday?" he asks, your eyes widening and cheeks blushing a little as you didn't want to talk to them about your birthday.

"Well..." you give him a sheepish smile, his jaw practically dropping as the cogs in his mind turn, figuring out today is your birthday. He rushes forwards and hugs you, his smaller body on top of yours while Billy hugs you from the side, listening to the conversation and catching on.

"Happy birthday," they both giddily say, a new wave of excitement flowing through the twins. "How old are you now?" Billy asks curiously, both of them sitting next to you and looking at you.

"I'm-"

"Twenty?" Tommy guesses, interrupting you, your brows furrowing and an offended look on your face. "Wait no, twenty-five?" Your mouth then parts in shock at how old he's guessing.

"Do- Do you really think I'm twenty-five?" Disbelief evident in your tone as you look between the twins, Billy not agreeing with Tommy's answer but the latter pretty confident in his guess.

"Yes."

"No."

They say at the same time, a grateful smile aimed towards Billy while you give Tommy a faux glare, making them both chuckle.

"I am eighteen," you clarify, Tommy giving you a bashful look making you smile and roll your eyes at his antics. The two of them asked you what you've done so far for your birthday, telling them all about the morning you had with Natasha. Both of their faces light up at the mention of all the food you two ate, Tommy having a heavenly look in his eyes as you exaggerate and tell him about the mountains of pancakes and waffles you ate.

"Why didn't you go to a party or something?" Billy asks, confused as to why you weren't doing a stereotypical thing for your eighteenth birthday. You think about it for a moment, not wanting to tell them why you don't want to go to a party that's full of alcohol, drunk teenagers and probably a load of sex or drugs.

"Why go to a party when I can spend it with two of my favourite people?" you counter, both of them elated as they're counted as some of your favourite people.

Eventually, they stop asking you more questions, a habit of theirs you've noticed but don't mind, and start up their console, getting a game of Mario Kart ready to play. As it was your birthday, you got to play first, the twins playing rock, paper, scissors to see who would play you. Billy won, Tommy moving to sit in the armchair and watch the game, putting on a funny voice to commentate on the race.

The first lap was easy for you, Billy not as good as Tommy was making you smile at his focused face as he sat on the edge of the sofa, determined to do better. The second lap he managed to finally get out of 12th place, moving his way up impressively to third before just slipping into second at the start of the third lap. It was the final stretch of the race, you in the lead with Billy not too far behind when an evil chuckle sounded from next to you. The sight of a red shell hitting your car makes you gasp as now both Maximoff twins have done the same thing to you.

"I win," he cheers while his car races past yours then over the finish line, you putting your head in your hands as you can't believe he manages to go from last place to first. You look up to see them gushing over how cool it was, the amazing comeback Billy managed to do making you pass the remote to Tommy, letting the twins battle it out on their own for a bit.

You check your phone, Natasha sending you a few teasing messages about Wanda making you roll your eyes at the text. A few messages from other people caught your eye, wishing you a happy birthday to which you replied with thanks and a smiley face.

Soon you hear the front door opening, the sound of voices drawing your attention away from your phone. You can hear a man and Wanda, supposedly her brother, her telling him to shut up playfully after a teasing comment.

"Uncle Pietro!" the twins quickly pause the game, discarding the controllers and running over to the silver haired man who has just walked into the room. You watch them greet him with a big smile, your attention swiftly moving over to Wanda who was leaning on the door frame. She tucks a stray hair behind her ear, a content look on her face as she watches her brother interact with her sons. The twins gush about the small souvenirs Pietro got them from Sokovia before practically dragging the man over to meet you. "This is Y/n, she's the best babysitter ever," they tell him all about you quickly, the man looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Just a babysitter?" he says, your brows furrowing in confusion while Wanda moves to hit her brother on the arm, him giving her a lopsided grin. "It's nice to finally meet someone I've heard so much about," he offers you his hand to which you shake, the boys hugging their mother to say hello.

"Nice to meet you too, sir," you're not sure whether to be formal with him or not, so you just take the safer option, wanting to make a good impression.

"Pietro is fine," he chuckles out, moving his hand to brush back his silver hair, "Sir makes me feel old." You laugh with him, the twins perking up at your side.

"Y/n is now old," Tommy teases, the adults a little confused. "It's her eighteenth birthday today," Wanda snaps her head over to you, a blush forming on your cheeks at the amount of attention you're getting from her, "Isn't it so cool that her birthday is near ours mom!" Wanda murmurs an agreement while moving closer to you.

"Well, if you think I'm old, then your mom must be ancient," you joke, wanting to move the conversation onto another topic.

"Behave," she warns playfully, a different look in her eyes as she gazes at you, the others laughing at your comment. "Happy birthday," she whispers, pulling you in for a brief hug, Pietro moving to sit with a shit eating grin on his face making Wanda pull away earlier than she wanted to.

"Happy birthday," Pietro also says, Wanda motioning you to take a seat and stay a little longer, her sitting next to you while the boys sit on the arms of the armchair with their uncle. "Oh god, do you remember our 18th Sestra?" you notice his accent is more prominent than Wanda's as he reminisces about their past.

"I remember... bits of it," she sighs out, you laughing at what she was implying she did on their birthday.

"Do you remember when you climbed onto that table with your drink and-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence Pietro," she tilts her head at him, a stern look on her face that no one would want to dare challenge. Well, anyone but Pietro.

"What? Haven't you told Y/n about the story where you gave everyone a-" she sprung from her seat to clamp her hand over her brother's mouth, her muttering things to him in Sokovian making him shut up. You assumed it was something the twins wouldn't understand as they look just as confused but amused as you did.

"What did you do Wanda?" you teased, her giving you a look that sent a shiver down your spine, immediately shutting you up.

"Smart choice, Detka," she whispers practically in your ear as she takes her seat next to you again, your cheeks turning an embarrassing shade of red at the low tone. You accidentally make eye contact with Pietro, him looking at you with a teasing smirk, presumably about the way you listened to Wanda obediently.

You messaged Natasha to pick you up soon, her saying she'll be on her way soon while you continue to speak to the rest of the Maximoff's. You learn quickly the joking and sarcastic nature of Pietro, revelling in the embarrassed but cute expressions Wanda would make as the silver haired man would try his best to tell funny stories about their childhood.

Not long later, Natasha pulls up on their road, telling you she's outside to make you start saying your goodbyes. The twins give you a crushing hug to say bye, Pietro a wave while Wanda walks you to the door, her hand grasping yours before you open the door.

"Happy birthday," she says once again, a soft look in her eyes as she gazes at you. "Why did you spend it here?" she asks hesitantly, you giving her a shy shrug of your shoulders.

"I guess... I just wanted to," you mumble, her moving her fingers to tilt your chin up, making you look at her. "I wanted to spend it with two of my favourite people," you whisper, mind clouding with the feeling of her soft fingertips that lingered on your chin.

"Only two?" she sighs out, her eyes casting down to your lips briefly, so quick that you think you imagined it, your mind playing cruel tricks on you.

"I suppose there's room for another," you murmur, getting lost in the green that were transfixed on you, "But I think it might be too soon to count Pietro as a favourite." An angelic laugh escapes her, her arms moving to wrap around you as she brings you in for a hug. You snaked your arms around her middle, letting your head rest against her shoulders as you let yourself melt into her body. She places a gentle kiss to the top of your head, your arms tightening their hold momentarily before the sound of a car horn interrupts the moment.

"Enjoy the rest of your night Detka," she murmurs in such a soft voice that her gentle tone makes your heart flutter while you unwrap your arms from her.

"See you soon Wanda," you whisper, opening the door and walking down the drive to meet Natasha, her smirking at the glowing look on your face.

[lundenloves]

couples counselling

Here we go, couples counselling and fuckin’ penetrating questions. Writing this made me realise just how much I can’t be arsed with therapy situations. But that won’t stop me from writing them. *Manic laughter followed by smokers cough.* Happy reading, kids.

↳ angst | mentions of sex, although nothing explicit | 1.4k

this gif should be a warning in itself. javier being dismissive and high-key rude, just the way we like him.

masterlist | part two

Ten years. Ten long, doubtful, and aggressive years since the day Aleta Lopez had married Javier Peña. They both had nothing to show for it, nothing but a ring and an impressive list of things that frustrated her. And him likewise, except he had taken his wedding band off months ago for the poor excuse of work.

Needless to say, their therapist had swallowed hard before taking the session money from Javier. If this wasn't a challenge, she hadn't known one before.

They both sat down, a good distance left between one another and that was when the the Doctor had began. "Mr and Mrs Peña." She cleared her throat, "Why are we in counselling?" Her eyes ticked to Javier who had chuckled to himself, rubbing his finger across his lip and over his mustache. He thought this was fucking ridiculous.

"Because I was forced." The drawl of his accent made Aleta scoff.

"You weren't forced."

"So you asked me?" He asked, forcing a cynical smile.

The Doctor shifted in her seat, closing one side of her coat over the other. The first session in counselling wasn't to solve problems, but it was to figure out the issues that led to being in the room. Javier hadn't expected anything other than a grilling, he just wanted to get this hour over with and go home to sleep.

"How long have you been together?" The doctor asked.

"Coming up ten years." Aleta smiled half-heartedly and Javier kicked his leg wide, stomping the heel of his boot while sliding his back down on the couch ever so slightly. As if this whole thing was a fucking inconvenience.

"Ten. Years." He repeated to himself, almost in shock.

"Any children?" Her question was directed at him, earning a crease in his brow and a vigorous shake of the head as a response. His wife's eyes lingered on his reluctancy for a second too long when he had glanced back at her with a stiff frown.

"Marriage?"

"We got married when we were nineteen." Aleta supplied and Javier exhaled a deep sigh from his chest, pushing a hand through his hair before dropping it to rest over his belt buckle.

"Why did you marry?"

Aleta looked to him and he shrugged, his eyes directed back down to his boots, stomping the same one once more. "I mean, why do people marry?" His eyes widened in pause for the question, extending his palm as if it were obvious. "We loved each other. Come on, that doesn't take fucking counselling."

"Loved?" Aleta sat forward.

With a shrug he replied. "Don't act shocked."

The doctor observed quietly, tilting her head slightly at Aleta's low hum. "The loss of feelings isn't mutual?" She felt utterly stupid. Cheeks burning slowly into a red that grew darker by the second. Javier only eyed her from his peripheral, crossing his arms over his chest and biting on his top lip nonchalantly.

"We haven't spoken about it." She refused to look at him.

"Is it something you avoid?"

"No." Her response was curt. "There's no opportunity. He's never around."

His silence was broken momentarily with a slight chuckle, weight shifting to lean on his forearm as if preparing himself for gomething. "That's shit." His eyes lingered on hers, although through his brows.

"No it's fucking not."

He growled when sitting back.

"You seem annoyed by the accusation, Javier." The Doctor said, noting the way his knee had begun to bounce up and down. "Is that how you feel?" His glare was piercing, as if she had touched something she wasn't supposed to.

"You sure are good at your job, sweetheart." His answer came with a condescending shrug of one shoulder. "Doesn't take two-hundred dollars an hour to notice that." Voice deepening ever so slightly when he had shifted to extend his legs out again, dropping his arm around the back of the sofa where his long fingers rested mere centimetres from Aleta's neck.

“Javier.” She hissed.

The Doctor cleared her throat, “How long have you felt aloof from the marriage?”

His fingers rubbed the back of the sofa, other hand pushed over his face and he held it there with a sigh before pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know.” The answer was obviously sincere with the way his jaw flexed at Aleta’s narrowed eyes.

“Why do you think you haven’t opened up about it?”

His chest had risen with a sharp inhale at the question, breathing out a frustrated exhale through his nose - brow deeply furrowed while his glare burnt holes into the ceiling. He was intent on making his discomfort known.

Aleta’s whole body turned to face him. “There’s another woman, isn’t there?” It wasn’t so much as a question as it was an accusation.

He screwed his face.

“There must be. Why else would you spend so much time away? I know fine fucking well your job doesn’t need you on weekends, Javi.” Her tone dug into him like poison and he too turned to face her, rubbing his temple with a slight laugh.

“Are you serious?”

“Do I look serious?”

He sat back with crossed arms, shaking his head with a mockingly small smile at her absurdity.

There was a moment of silent communication between the two. The medium of facial expressions carrying words that they had both understood easily through practiced perfection over the last ten years. The next thing the Doctor would say however, had both heads turning. One in amusement, one in embarrassment.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

Javier snorted at that, gesturing with a straightened hand and a tilt of his head for Aleta to answer.

“Last month.” She conceded.

“I’m gathering it’s not usually between months?” The Doctor queried.

The side of Javier’s lip twitched, his hand falling to rest over his lap. “She never wants to.”

“What about it makes you reject him, Aleta?” She was met with a silence, her eyes flitting between the ones that avoided her. “Okay. Let me rephrase.” A beat. “Javier, why continuously try if you say she never wants to?”

“Because he’s a man.” She piped up, “Because he’s a man— and I’m the conventional target.”

“No. You’re my wife.”

“Only when it fucking suits.” Her arms pulled to her chest tightly.

Javier couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, only fuelling her annoyance when he had pushed his head into his hands. The Doctor noted her sensitivity around his inability to take seemingly anything serious. “Sex is one of the most important things in a stable relationship.”

“Doesn’t matter to Javi, he’ll fuck his hand regardless.”

“Ay, en serio?” He barked. “I’m not the issue here.”

Her eyes avoided his and instead stared pointedly down at the floor.

“Not either of you is singularly the issue.” The Doctor quoted him, sitting forward in her seat ever so slightly. “There’s a mutual problem.”

“Why are we even trying to fix it?” Javier stared out the window, distancing himself from the words he was speaking. “It’s done, no? I don’t love you, you don’t—“

“I do fucking love you.” Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet and calm, causing Javier to turn and look at her, a prominent frown creasing over his brow. “Malo.” She muttered to herself.

The Doctor allowed for a silence between the two, sitting back and letting the uncomfortableness kick in. Javier began tapping on his knee, happy to sit in stubborn quietness before Aleta had broke it.

“When did you stop loving me then?”

He sighed with a long exhale, crossing an ankle over his knee, arm still across the back of the sofa. “I can hardly pinpoint the day, Aleta.” His words dripped with mounding impatience.

She shifted, turning back to the Doctor for a haven that was granted.

“How about we continue this next week?” She looked between the two, receiving no response. “All I want is for you both to spend time looking at each other. Really looking at each other. Re-familiarise one another with your bodies, not intimately but in another way you both know.”

Javier’s shoulders dropped, standing up before being formally dismissed. Aleta watched as he left the room with a sarcastic raise of his brows, leaning on the doorframe for half a second to give the Doctor a nod of acknowledgement.

“See you next week.” She spoke for both of them, sending an apologetic smile that turned into a stark frown upon leaving the room.

This was going to be a long seven days.

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[jennay]

Honey Bee

Parts: One/two/three

Master List

Tags: @blackveilomens @xxrainstorm @somewhere-diamond @cookiesupplier @blacksoul-27

Waking up had been a struggle for the past week, and when you did manage to wake up, you'd stare at the ceiling and feel like screaming. You didn't want to alarm your neighbors, so you'd grab your spare pillow and yell into it. Your brain was tormenting you, and there was nothing you could do to silence it. The only way out was to get up and do something, even if it was just moving from your bed to your couch. You didn't care if you became zombie-like as long as you could escape from your emotions.

You knew it was going to hurt for a while, and you knew it would be hard to bounce back from the miscommunication with Jolly, but deep down, you knew this depression was stemming from something else, and Jolly's actions happened to trigger it.

You wondered why this exact scenario happened to you so often; you were just the friend, and no one would see you more than that, and if they did, it ended in the same way. They would get close enough to make you feel something, but ultimately, they would leave you, telling you you were too complex and it was challenging to love someone like you.

You didn't match their expectations, and they abandoned you. This wasn't new for you, but you were convinced it was different this time. You thought if Noah noticed it, it must've been real because Noah never said things like that.

You let out a heavy breath as you kick the blankets off your body and lazily sit up. You felt lightheaded and gave yourself a few seconds to adjust to uprightness. Your bones popped, muscles loosened as you stretched your arms out, a yawn released, and suddenly, you feel a little more alive.

It was time to face the sun, even if it was only on your balcony. You needed some fresh air, some light, some hope.

You slid your feet into your slippers and wrapped your robe around your body. You walk down the hall, hearing some crunching under your feet, and remember you haven't picked up the glass from the picture you knocked off the wall. You roll your eyes, remembering the moment. Looking back, it felt dramatic, but at the time, you needed it. You'll get to it, maybe not now, but you will.

As you stepped into the kitchen, you sighed at the sight of the dirty dishes and crumbs on the counter, but you decided to ignore it; your only goal was to start the coffee pot, and when you did, a wave of relief washed over you.

Coffee could solve a lot of your problems right now. Or at least make them easier to handle. You grabbed your cup and slid open the glass door when it was ready.

You sit on the camping chair and place your coffee on the small table, letting it cool down before you take a sip.

The rays of the sun hit your face, warming you up instantly. You felt your shoulders relax as you closed your eyes and breathed the fresh air.

A tranquility flowed over your body and mind; something murmured that this was the beginning of your healing journey, and you'd be fine.

Slowly, you blink your eyes open and let them adjust to the brightness. You know it's late evening where Jolly is, but you wonder if maybe he's sitting on his porch doing the same thing; instead of coffee, he'd have some lousy beer or a glass of mediocre wine in his hand. You wondered if he was thinking of you as often as you thought about him.

"Holy shit, she lives!" You hear Noah's voice from below you; you glance through the barred rail to see him waving his arm over his head, trying to get your attention. You shake your head, feeling annoyed. You stand up, setting your coffee on the table with a loud clink. Leaning over the rail, you look down at Noah, who is smiling expectantly. "Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" You roughly speak, but when you see his expression slowly fade to disappointment, you smirk at him and say. "I love you, Noah, but I took your keys for a reason. It's called space." You say, spreading your hands like an imaginary rainbow is shooting out of them.

You see him shrug his shoulders, and his hand is sheepishly on the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, your phones off, and I have your fucking cat still, Y/n. He peed on my sweater." He groans, throwing his head back and dropping his hands to his sides.

You stifle your laughter, "You probably deserved it!"

He rolls his eyes, his mouth dropping open like you've said the most offensive thing to him. "I think he just wants his mom because I took good fucking care of him! He was the king of my room for like a whole week!"

You yawn once more, rubbing the tired out of your eyes; you say, "I'll come get him tonight!"

Noah groans again. "I don't trust you. You gave me trust issues." He says, "Can I come up? I don't want to keep yelling."

You glance at him, weighing your options. You don't want him to see your messy apartment or yourself. "I promise I'll come over tonight. Go home." You say, waving your hand dismissively.

Noah scans the building with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You shake your head, knowing what he's planning, "Don't you dare try to climb the building, Noah."

"I'm not." He says as he walks closer to the wall. He sees a trash can by the edge and kicks it lightly, checking its stability. He looks up at the balcony and grins, thinking he can use it as a boost. "We're going to talk one way or another."

You see his tattooed fingers reach up to the cement of your balcony. "No, we're not! Boundaries, Noah!" You quickly turn around and grab your coffee, retreating inside and locking the door behind you. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, and it wouldn't be the last. Why did he have to be so stubborn?

You find your Bluetooth speaker and turn it on quickly, blaring music loudly. You want to drown out Noah's voice and any other thoughts in your head. You fill the sink with hot, soapy water and begin putting dishes in it. You scrub them vigorously, trying to ignore the clinking noise on the porch. You see Noah tapping on the glass door to get your attention. He looks frustrated and amused at the same time. You pretend you don't see him and continue washing the dishes.

One day, he would learn. "Go away, Noah." You say as you pass by to grab the plates from your table. He leans his forehead against the glass, staring at you with hopeful eyes as you walk past him again. You hear muffled words and stop at the glass door; he looks miserable. His dark brown eyes are large and bright, appealing for your mercy. His short dark hair is unkempt and disheveled as if he ruffled it in annoyance. He pulls at the neck of his hoodie, "It's getting hot out here."

You point to your ear, looking directly at him. "Sorry. I can't hear you." You laugh as you walk back to the kitchen and finish up the dishes; you wipe down the counters and sweep the floor. You thought Noah would've gotten bored by now, but when you look back at him, his mouth opened on the glass, blowing air into his cheeks. You shake your head and smile. "You know, you're wasting your breath. Literally. And also, you look like a pufferfish." You cross your arms over your chest, leaning your weight on your right leg, "You always get your way 'cause you're so fucking stubborn, but not today... you're gonna learn boundaries."

You walk out of the living room and head to the hallway. You see the broken pieces of glass on the floor. They glitter under the light. You grab a broom and a dustpan from the closet. You bend down and start sweeping the glass into the dustpan. You're careful not to touch any sharp edges. You don't want to cut yourself.

But then it happens. You feel a sudden sting in your hand. You gasp and pull your hand back. You look at it and see a deep cut on your palm. Blood is dripping from it. You curse and drop the broom and the dustpan. You stand up and run to the kitchen. You need to wash your wound and bandage it.

You reach the kitchen and turn on the faucet. You put your hand under the cold water. It hurts like hell. You bite your lip and try not to scream. You look for a towel and a first aid kit. You find them in a drawer. You take them out and put them on the counter.

You look up and see Noah's face in the window. You almost forgot he was there. He sees the blood on your hand, and his eyes widen in horror. He looks at you with a mix of concern and anger. He says something, "Okay, y/n. Unlock the door!" He says it sharply.

You nod and turn the lock, letting him open the sliding glass door. He grabs your wrist and examines your hand, "Did you get the glass out?" He asks.

Noah grabs a chair from the kitchen table, drags it over to you, and points for you to sit down. He pulls the tweezers out of the first aid kick and grabs the towel. He crouches in front of you.

"Ouch," You say as he begins digging in your hand.

"Sorry," He looks up at you with sympathetic eyes, "I think it was just that shard." He wraps your hand with the towel and holds your hand in between his, putting pressure on the wound.

"Do you have gauze or anything?" He asks.

"In the kit?" You smile, trying to soothe him, "But I think this will be okay until the bleeding stops. It wasn't that deep hands just bleed a lot." You remind him.

He shakes his head and sits before you, resting his elbows on his knees. His lips are pressed together in a thin line, holding back the questions he wants to ask.

What happened with Jolly? Why did you come home early? Why do you look so broken?

You two had known each other for more than half your lives; you could read each other like open books. You could see the genuine concern in his eyes, the worry that creased his forehead, and the concern in his softened voice.

You break eye contact, sighing as you stare down at the ground. "I misread the signs, and when I went to act on them, things got weird, and I don't want to talk about it." You say in a low voice, hoping he would drop it.

Noah nods but doesn't say anything. He can see the ache in your eyes, the pain you're hiding behind your words. He knows there's more to the story, but he doesn't push you. He patiently waits for you to continue, giving you the space you need.

He feels a sadness in his chest as he watches your eyes brim with tears. You quickly attempt to wipe them away, but they won't stop. They spill over your cheeks, leaving wet trails behind. You sob, thinking of all the other things that have gone wrong in your life, all the rejections, disappointments, and loneliness.

"I just feel like I'm unlovable. Like no one will ever love me in the way I need…" You say, your voice trembling. You bite your lip, feeling your heart race. You feel a rush of panic, wondering if you'll ever find someone who understands, accepts, and cares for you. "Am I just difficult to deal with?" You cry, your tears falling faster. "Am I just not worth it?" You ask, your voice cracking. You feel a lump in your throat choking you. "What's wrong with me?" You whisper, feeling hopeless and alone.

Noah slowly readjusts to a crouching position. His hand softly rests under your chin, guiding your eyes to look at him. He looks at you with compassion and sincerity, his eyes shining with love. "You're not unlovable, and you're worth the world." He says, his voice gentle and soothing. He sighs, resting his hands on your legs. He rubs your knees, trying to comfort you. "There's gotta be an explanation for what happened at Jolly's. I know the guy, and it just sounds fucking stupid, and I know he's not that stupid." He says, trying to make sense of the situation. He pauses, searching for the right words. "But even if he is that stupid, that doesn't mean anything about you. You're amazing, and you deserve anything and everything you want. And I'm here for you, always." He says, pulling you into a hug. He holds you tight, letting you cry on his shoulder. He strokes your hair, whispering words of encouragement and support. He doesn't let go until you calm down or feel better. He smiles at you, wiping away your tears. "You're my best friend, and I love you. Nothing will ever change that; you're stuck with me forever." He says, looking into your eyes. He hopes you believe him; he hopes someday you see yourself the way he sees you.

Part 5

[ravennaortiz]

Last Supper

Summary :The Final installment of Not What It Seems. 18+. The night after Change of Heart. All secrets of the last few years are presented and a final judgment is made. Twelve sit down but not all stand back up. Usual show disclaimers, past DV/SA brought up but no detail.

Tag List:@callsignwidow @danzer8705

"Sorry were late" you called as you and Juice walked in hand and hand to the dining room where most of the club was seated with Halfsack following close behind. "No worries sweetheart " stated Gemma as she gave you a half hug as she shared a look with Clay. You and Juice being a thing was not something they had known about and that worried her. "Could have called" stated Clay from his seat at the head of the table. "Lot of things people could have done yet didn't" you replied meeting his steely gaze until he looked away. You weren't the same scared little girl who just did what you told. Now you were a full blown problem and was ready to bring the fires of hell down upon this " family".

"Car accident?" Inquired Jax as he watched the three of you sit down. Your eyes flicked up to meet his before moving to Chibs who gave a slight nod to let you know he had already told him about the conversation last night. "This time" you replied with a smile as your eyes slid over to Clay who was glaring at you. "Hunny, where is that grand baby of mine? " inquired Gemma as she tried to defuse the tension that was building in the room. This was what she had always worried would happen. Especially after the conversation when you came back home. You were going to destroy them all.

"None of your concern where my son is" you snipped as you sent her a smile that could kill. "Don't talk to your mother like that" growled Clay as he leaned forward on the table pointing at you. "Or what Clay?" you questioned as you tilted your head your eyes daring him to say anything. "Enough" stated Gemma as she set the main course down with a clatter.

Everyone was eating in silence when Jax set his fork down and spoke. "Anyone have anything they want to say?" he inquired as he leaned back in his chair. "Amazing dinner as always Gem" stated Tig with a laugh unsure what the building tension in the air was about. "Very good" agreed Bobby as he glanced at Clay and then to Piney. "Not the only thing of my mom's you like tasting huh?" Laughed Jax darkly as Gemma dropped her fork mouth agape in shock. "Not sure what you mean man" laughed Tig as he did his best not to look at Gemma or Clay.

"Interesting. Well maybe my mom or wife have something to say? Maybe about someone's car accident that wasn't a fucking car accident" snapped Jax slamming his fist down on the table. At this point no one was eating as they glanced around the table. "Unser, upstanding officer of the law do you want to tell me about that night?" Inquired Jax as he stood up shaking Tara's hand off him as tears trailed down her face. "What about you Piney? Care to tell me anything about my best friend? Bobby how about you? I'm sure you would like to tell me about hush money right?" he continued as he made his way around the table slowly.

Jax walked around the table coming to a stop behind you making Juice tense. "Relax" stated Jax as he patted Juice on the shoulder. "Your good for her. It's why I never said anything about yalls sneaking around." He continued catching both of you by surprise. "I'm a bit pissed you let her run off for six years and told me you had no idea where she was. I get why you did it now" stated Jax as he looked at Gemma as tears started to spill down her cheeks.

"Mom why don't you start the truth train. Since your the reason we got here in the first place. With my supposed baby sister plotting to kill all of us" stated Jax as he moved to stand behind Gemma his hand on her shoulder tight. Clay gave a laugh at that. "She wouldn't dream of it". He stated as he folded his arms over his chest. Jax grinned before speaking again. "If you broke my mom's no weapons during family dinner rule please place your piece on the table" stated Jax as he looked around the seated people. "They wouldnt" started Clay as he heard Chibs grunt as he set his gun on the table next to his whiskey glass before picking it up and sipping it casually.

He was quickly followed by Halfsack, you and Juice. "Almost forgot" murmured Jax as he pulled his gun out placing it against Gemmas head making her grab the table as her eyes widened. "So mom. Whose my sister's real dad?" asked Jax as everyone else sat silent. "Tig" whispered Gemma as she sobbed into her hands as Clay turned on Tig. "What the hell" snapped Clay in disbelieve as Tig looked down at the table.

"Alright. We are getting some where. Now Tig who killed Donna?" Inquired Jax as he pointed the gun at him. "Me" gulped Tig as he looked at Jax. "Who were you suppose to kill?" asked Jax next. "Opie... I was suppose to kill Opie that night on club orders" stated Tig as he closed his eyes sick at the memory. "Weird Piney isn't it because I don't remember the club voting on that" inquired Jax as he moved to stand behind him.

"Tara. Tell me what happened to my sister that night." ordered Jax as he walked behind her. Tara looked at Gemma but stayed silent. "I asked a question Tara" stated Jax as he leaned down turning her face to his. "She was in an accident" stated Tara quietly. "Interesting. Given your medical knowledge is it typical of car accidents to get you pregnant against your will? inquired Jax his eyes full of a hate she had never seen before. When she didn't respond he moved to stand behind Halfsack. "What did you see that night" asked Jax.

"Juice asked me to pick her up because her car broke down. When I got there I saw Opie ride away and she was facedown in the dirt next to her car. She was bloody, bruised, unconscious and it was obvious what Opie had done." replied Halfsack uncomfortable at having to recall that night. "Thank you. See how easy that was Tara?" asked Jax as he moved back behind you. "Tell me about that night Opie was killed" stated Jax. "I came here and through a fit after I found out I was pregnant. Clay had Bobby give me money to keep quite. I put a hit out on him. My only regret is I wish it had been longer" you replied as you looked down at the table and slid your hand onto your gun.

This night was only ever going to end in one of two ways. "Does everyone feel better? Knowing that they can die without anything left unsaid?" inquired Jax as he walked back towards Clay. "Jax you " started Tara before a gunshot silenced her and she slumped forward. She was quickly followed by Gemma, Clay, Unser, Bobby, Piney and Tig. The smell of gun powder filled the air and the blood flowed off the table in streams.

Twelve sat down and five stood up and walked away. A charter reborn.

The End

[rowretro]

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, details of violence and death.

✧THE PROLOGUE✧

The man smirked at Riki as he held a knife to Y/n's throat "Not so fucking cocky now are we?... what... cat got your tongue Nishimura?!" The man asked as Riki went silent. His girlfriend, who did absolutely nothing in the first place to be put in a position like this, was all bloody and bruised because of him...

His eyes darkened as he noticed how the blade was only slightly drawing an inch of blood at y/n's throat, her arms tied back by a rough uncomfortable rope. Yet no fear was evident in her eyes. "So... why don't we go through the list of demands I had held..." The man smirked as he let go of y/n, pushing her to his wife who yanked at y/n's hair harshly.

"Lets start with the first and foremost.... sell me your company. all that drug dealing you worked your blood sweat and tears into.... will no longer be yours I will get the full profit." The man smirked. "Then, I want you to flee the country without any of the money you made from the company." The man continued as Riki gripped onto his gun tighter, clearly enraged.

The man, Soobin continued with his demands as Riki cocked his gun "Ah du du du- now Riki... you're putting a lot at risk here..." Soobin said as he turned to his wife, the woman hit y/n around the head with the back of her riffle, kicking her to the ground and cocking her riffle as she pointed it at Riki.

Riki wasn't having it, such a lowly man, making requests to him. Not even thinking twice, Riki simply shot Soobin's wife in the head multiple times, as Soobin screamed in horror "FUCK NISHIMURA FUCKING RIKI-" The man screamed, as he was about to attack the younger male, but before he could, Riki shot Soobin to death.

y/n screwed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the two bodies... the eerie silence filling the whole room. She heard Riki walk toward her, he bent down to her level, hugging her softly "It's all over now sweetheart... you can open your eyes" Riki softly said... But she didn't want to, she just hugged him tightly, crying.

She knew exactly what she was getting herself into when dating him... but she just didn't think she'd have to witness him get blood on his hands... a sudden cry broke the silence. Rowan opened her eyes, frowning... it was the sound of a baby's cry.

She slowly got up, pulling away from Riki as she walked a little deeper in the building, there in a bedroom, in a crib was a little baby. She softly picked the littlun up, rocking him as she stared up at Riki "They have a baby ki..." Rowan trailed off as Riki dropped his gun.

His hands shaking as he realized the depth of what he did... he didn't just murder 2 people... he orphaned a baby, an innocent little soul. His father would likely have killed the baby and expect Riki to do the same thing. Suddenly stab wound in his back and other fresh slits and bruises weren't so painful anymore.

Seeing the innocent little baby in y/ns arms, crying, in hopes of being held by it's mother, clueless of the events happening around him. Rowan softly rocked the baby as she tried to read Riki's face... was he going to kill the poor soul?... or pay for his sins?...

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

[haizediz]

Fire on Ice.

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Hailee Steinfeld x female Reader

Summary: Depression is cold but not the love you both hold.

Warnings: depression; panic attack; fluff explotion; Hailee being the cutest person on earth; soft and comforting Hailee (we love her sfm)

a/n: Y/n (Reader) is an image of me and i don't have anyone like Hailee and how i described her in this fic, so i decided to write this. [i'm so freaking proud of my title and summary for this fic lol]

[Also one of the paragraphs is inspired by euphoria.]

P.s. Thank you for all the support! Notes and Reblogs are highly appreciated, love you <3

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"Life is hard" That's what everybody says. As a kid you don't really understand why everybody says that. But at some point the vision gets more and more visible..., or invisible. It's always different for every kind of person.

You don't know why, but your Life is not just hard. Sometimes it's beautiful and you enjoy it and at other times you feel like you can't breathe. Like you're stuck in a hole and you can't get out. Like you're depressed.

The other thing about depression is it kinda collapses time. Suddenly you find your whole days blending together to create one endless and suffocating loop. So you find yourself trying to remember the things that made you happy. But slowly, your brain begins to erase every memory that ever brought you joy. And eventually, all you can think about is how life has always been this way. And will only continue to be this way.

Of course your girlfriend knew about your mental illness. She reads you easier than any open book. The moment you told her that you were not always onehundred percent happy. And with "not always" you mean never. Hailee began to spend more time with you than she ever did before. You didn't even knew that was possible, but it was.

She started cuddling with you longer. Mumbled I love you's before you fall asleep. Holded you any time she could. Bought more often your favorite snacks. And the list goes on and on.

She made you fall in love with her more and more every day. Like she did with you. But you never really realized this. You were grateful for her and what she was doing for you. Yet there was always that one ulterior motive back in your head.

You're just a burden to her.

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Today was exhausting. Not physically but mentally. About an hour ago you said to your girlfriend that you were going to go for a walk alone. Whatever you did. You tried to clear your head, enjoy the chirping birds and it worked a little. At least for the first few minutes. After a while you started missing the physical touch of Hailee. Your hand was empty and cold. Maybe it wasn't very smart to be without your comforter on a bad day.

As your eyes started to tear up and your body started trembling, you walked without hesitating back to your and Hailees apartment. Or better said you tried. Breathing was difficult and you strolled slowly.

Finally you saw the door to your home. It felt like several hours before you got here. Thank God you took the key with you. You didn’t want to wake Hailee. She's probably sleeping right now because before you left she said she was already going to bed.

You unlocked the front door and made your way straight to the bedroom. A lightly snoring Hailee filled the room with comfort, exactly what you needed. You took off your shoes and you softly layed onto Hailee. Your head hid in the back of her neck where the sharp note of her perfume stung your nose. It smells like vanilla and cherry blossoms. Like Hailee. Hailee who wasn't really in a deep sleep. She could feel the tears running down your cheeks onto her shoulder. She heard your quiet sobs and above all she felt your body trembling and shaking.

Suddenly you felt her arms wrapping around you and her head slowly turns to yours. She shared you a sweet kiss onto your forehead and afterwards she took the blanket near to her and pull it over you both. You were still shaking from the panic attack you had minutes ago. That's why Hailee softly placed her hands under your hoodie and drew randomly little circles on your back. Her touch was smoothing and it felt like fire on your freezed body.

A little while later your crying became quieter and you calmed down. Hailee and you are still in the same position as before. Only your head moved further down from her shoulder to her chest. Your ear right over her heart. Hailee's heartbeat, which you heard clearly, filled your soul with peace. Your hands wrapped around Hailee's body and her hands wrapped around you. None of you made a sound. You both knew exactly how the other person was feeling right now. Words didn’t have to be spoken. Except those three. Those three words you and Hailee share every day, every hour and always mean it.

"I love you."

She whispered to you. Her voice was raspy and you could hear that she was crying too. Your grip became tighter but also softer at the same time. Which maybe doesn't make any sense at all. But it was true.

You fell deeper into Hailee's touch and again a tear fell from your eye. "I love you too."

You slowly sat back up and looked down at Hailee. "I'm sorry to be such a burden to you, Haiz, I just made you cry and I, I don't want that-" Your body started shaking again and you felt a lump in your throat from holding back the tears. Hailee quickly sat up and placed both of her hands on your cheeks. "Hey, hey, it's okay, I know that you're not feeling well, y/n. And I'm crying because it hurts so much seeing you in this state, I'm not crying because you made me." She comforted you, her hazel eyes meeting yours. And you could definetely tell that she's saying the truth as always. Hailee never lies to you, but your brain told you the complete opposite. "There's literally no difference between making you cry and crying because of my state." "Yes there is!" She shouted, which really surprised you. Hailee never yelled at you before. You looked at her without saying anything. "Sorry." She whispered after realizing. "I'm just- I'm just so worried about you, y/n."

You sighed deeply and lost yourself in her eyes. Eyes that were filled with worries, love and fear. A layer of water was placed over them, which made them shine. "I'm sorry, Haiz." You flustered and you fell again into her arms. She held you tight and you enjoyed the warmth of Hailee's body. She warmed you, and your freezing heart started to melt from the fire of love you both have for eachother.

Warm Love that is bigger than your cold Depression.

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[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

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Ash nearly faints

Take a shot of water every time I say water in this excerpt

Argument between Rose and Maddie

Gwen meets Akash

Find - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

I felt like collapsing in a cluster of red ferns by the time I reached the trees. Soon, I was using the trunks to hold myself up. A sudden ringing in my ears made my head feel like it split open. I let out a cry as I pressed my fingers to my forehead. I heard a little girl screaming. I tried to find the origin of the sound, but I found no one. The screaming didn’t stop. I kept going forward, covering my ears, trying to make it go away. I collapsed on the ground in a patch of violet-colored flowers, curling into a ball. My head spun as I stared at the petals. They weren’t like any other flower I’d seen. Their purple color was so vibrant, I debated its existence. There were three layers of tear-shaped petals swirling around the center, creating a dizzying spiral. I closed my eyes; the petals were making me sicker. Slowly, the screaming stopped. My vision cleared. I shook my head and pulled myself up and rested my body on the nearest tree trunk. I closed and opened my eyes slowly as the world slowly came back into focus. What just happened? Who was that?

Water - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

I entered the kitchen, pushing off the wall so I could rummage through the cabinet. I pulled out a glass and filled it with water from the fridge. I guzzled the water but almost spit it out. As soon as the water graced my lips, a sudden blue light flashed in front of me. Shaking it off as an effect of the devices, I refilled the glass to the brim. The blue lights happened again. During the third refill, my eyes rested on the time, a small light on the fridge. It was six am. There was no way I used the devices before even two. And there was no way that vision took more than five minutes. “Shit!” I hissed as my shock caused the water to spill over the glass. I guzzled the water again before grabbing a towel to clean up my mess. Once I did, I stood back up, tossed the towel on the counter, and looked at the clock again. I sighed. I wasn't sure what I was going to do in the remaining time that I had before everyone else awoke.

Did you take the shots of water? Do you have to pee yet?

Star - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

“What’s happening?” Rose murmured. “You lead us through a death portal,” I muttered, joking slightly. Rose swiveled her head toward me. “Excuse me? You were the one who had a mental breakdown when Lexi didn’t answer her damn phone!” “Well, Lexi and Ash ended up here, so I had the right idea,” I said, not sure why she was mad. “Fine. You were right. Gold star.” Rose glared down at me. “And don’t blame me for what happened to Noelle.” “It’s partially my fault,” I said, lightly pushing her away from my face. “I suggested Lexi's disappearance, but you led us here, so a bit of yours, too.” Rose stepped toward me again. “This. Is not. My fault.” “I said it’s partially my fault,” I insisted, pushing her away again. She pushed me back this time, which irritated me. I only pushed her because she was in my face. “Why don’t you admit you’re partially responsible for Noelle’s injury?” I pushed in retaliation this time. “We’re gonna get her to a hospital, and then we’re gonna look for my sister, who you seem to have forgotten about because you’re too wrapped in yourself to care if Lexi’s okay.” I bit my tongue. That wasn't a good thing to say. I wasn't sure where it came from. Rose’s jaw clenched. She lifted her fist—I thought she would push me again, but she just jabbed me with her finger on every word— “Don’t. Ever. Say. I don’t care about Lexi. She means more to me than you could imagine.” “I’m her sister,” I pointed out. “How could you—” I poked her back— “imagine how much she means to me?” Rose took a step back. She looked down at her feet for a second. I did the same. Gwen pointed out I was arguing earlier when I didn’t mean to, which sometimes happened to me. Arguing wasn’t gonna get Lexi—or Ash—back, and it wasn't gonna get Noelle to a hospital either. I wondered if Rose would hate me forever after this.

Fly - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

My left foot slammed into a vent cover, knocking me off balance and causing my butt to slam against the cover, knocking it off. I fell through the hole and somehow managed to grab the edges of the vent. I heard the cover crash onto the floor below me as I dangled from the ceiling. “Hey, who’re you?” a voice said. I looked around, trying to find the owner of the voice when my eyes finally rested on a boy. He was probably a year or so older than me with dark brown skin. He had short and spiky hair and his ears stuck out a little. He wore a yellow polo t-shit over a long-sleeved white shirt and dark-blue jeans. It took a moment to realize the boy was at eye level while I hung from the ceiling. I looked down and saw the boy’s feet were a good ten feet from the ground. He was floating. “Who are you?” the boy repeated. I looked back up. I realized he was kinda cute. Even with the messy bedhead. “Um, Gwen.” “Akash,” he said. Actually, especially with the messy bedhead. I realized I was staring when Akash smiled. “You’re new around here, aren’t you?” When I didn’t answer, he added, “You want me to help you down?” I nodded, and Akash wrapped his arm around me. I flinched slightly—a cute boy was touching me!—but allowed him to do so. I let go of the vent and let him fly me to the floor. I suddenly realized I had wrapped my arms around him. I quickly pushed away from him. “Thanks,” I muttered. I glanced off to the side and panic ran through me when I noticed a bed. I could feel my cheeks turning red. I just fell into a cute boy’s room! As if I wasn’t embarrassed enough.

[marriiemeii]

Protective || csc

word count: 2056

genre: fluff, overthinking (slight), husband seungcheol

synopsis: seungcheol's overthinking causes his protective side to show a bit.

Seungcheol's List

As I was watching my wife walk to her car while shivering from the cold and walking in a cute way, I realized that she's not a very intimidating person, or at least to me she wasn't. If people saw her the way I do, they'd think she was kind of innocent or naive, aka an easy target and that's something I didn't really want or like.

This was something I wondered about pretty often seeing how she acts whenever she's with me. She's always very playful or happy, which isn't bad but again it makes me wonder if people see her as an easy target. I often tell her to make sure she doesn't look like an easy target, to be aware of her surroundings, and a bunch of different things to make sure she'll be safe whenever she decides to go out alone. It's a rare occasion but it does happen sometimes.

But as I watch her walk on the curb in front of me to get to her car, I wonder if she actually takes my advice when she's alone. My heart slowly feels like it's dropping down as the realization hits me that she's going out alone and people might think she's an easy target. Someone could try slipping something in her drink when she’s not looking, they could see her getting out of her car alone and follow her around, so many things could go wrong.

I catch up to her as she continues walking towards her car. She looks back when she hears my footsteps getting closer to her and smiles at me brightly as I stop in front of her.

"Did I forget something?" She tilts her head in wonder. I stare at her, debating in my head if I would sound overprotective if I talk to her about my worries. I shake my head with a small smile. 

"You didn't forget anything. Just wondering if you'd like me to go with you?" I suggested to her. She hums thinking about my offer.

"You're gonna go with me to the club, when it's supposed to be girl's night? Even Niki, Minah, and Cami  are going by themselves," She pouts at me.

I scratch the back of my neck nervously. "I don't mind, I'll just go to the bar until you're done."

She looks at me curiously before asking, "Is there a reason why you want to go? I don't mind you coming with me, y'know? I love you and will never be bothered by your presence, but it just seems really random for you to wanna come with me."

As she told me this, I started to feel guilt pooling in my stomach. Here I am, disturbing her time with her friends when she never really sees them in person due to their schedule and even locations not matching, since most of them tend to travel often. Not only that but she also never really asks to go to guys' night out unless the girls will be there too. I don't want to be the reason why she ends up not having as much fun if I tell her my reasoning.

"No, there's no reason. I just wanted to go out with you. Just feeling a little off right now." I explained. Because I'm afraid something could happen to you but I don't wanna ruin your night out.

She laughs then grabs my arm and starts dragging me back to our home. I let her drag me despite knowing I could just stay in place if I wanted to.

"Why are we going back to the house?" I asked her. She looks back at me to shush me before opening the front door. She kicks off her black heels and looks down at my shoes, hinting at me to take off my shoes as well. I sigh in fake exasperation before kicking off my shoes.

She continues dragging me through the house all the way to our bedroom before stopping in front of the bed. She turns around and grabs my shoulders before moving me to stand in front of the bed while facing her. She pushes my shoulders down so that I'd sit down and I comply.

"Sooo, what's happening?" I hesitantly ask her. She walks to our shared closet ignoring my question. I hear her rummaging through the clothes as she hums to herself.

She walks out of the closet with some clothes in her hands, that look awfully a lot like mine, and drops it on the bed next to me. Before looking at me with her arms on her hips.

"If you're coming with me, I get to choose what you're wearing and you're wearing that outfit," She nodded towards the pile, she unceremoniously plopped right next to me.

I look at her questioningly. She sighs before explaining her actions.

"Every time we go to the club, girls flock all over you and it makes me wanna stay next to you. But if we match, maybe it'll ward them off!" She reasons with a smile, thinking her plan was brilliant.

"But, I mean, wouldn't a lot of people match with us? You didn't choose anything specific," I tell her as I look through the clothes. Her face scrunches up in confusion.

"What do you mean? It's unique! We're both wearing black turtleneck shirts, brown bottoms, and black shoes!" She argues, frowning at me.

I admit that the turtlenecks are unique but I don't think people would really notice that at the club. I just smile slightly at her and nod my head quietly, not wanting her to destroy the closet to look for clothes.

"You're sure, you're alright with me disrupting girl's night?" I asked her, concerned that she may be hiding her feelings from me. Like what I'm currently doing. I'm a hypocrite.

She walks to me and squeezes herself between my thighs before wrapping her arms around my neck. She pecks my forehead and lays her forehead against my own with her eyes closed.

"Of course, I'd want you there. You always make me feel safe, knowing that you're there to help me out when I need you," She says quietly. I bring my arms up from my sides to wrap them around her waist. She seems so fragile to me as I hold her like this. I inhale deeply to calm my worries about her going out. Breathing in her scent helped me be at ease a lot. The guilt in me seemed to fade away and the nagging voice in my head quieted down.

I pulled away from the hug a bit to look up at her from my seat, as she opened her eyes and looked down at me. I could feel her fingers playing with the ends of my hair by my neck. I resisted the urge to close my eyes and just let her play with my hair.

“I, uh, the reason why I wanted to go was because I was overthinking. It occurred to me that I don’t really know how you are in public when I’m not around and I just thought that, maybe, you don’t take the advice I gave you about when you’re in public,” I looked away embarrassed that I was thinking kind of poorly of my own wife. Her fingers stopped playing with my hair and she took her hands away. I tried my best to not show that I wanted her to continue. She put her hands on my face and turned it to make me look at her in the eyes.

“I hope you know that I do take your advice seriously. You told me that when I’m in public, I need to show that I’m not an easy target, so I pretend to be tough,” She remarks with a stern face. It was quiet for a bit after her declaration. Until I started to chuckle a bit and eventually turned into full on laughs.

She looks at me with a pout on her face, somewhat offended that I was laughing at what she said. “What’s so funny, huh??”

I continued laughing, thinking of her being “tough” in public. Her being tough didn’t seem like it would fit on her, especially with what I know about her. She was the equivalent to a baby kitten trying to be tough. When they hiss and glare at you but they’re not scary at all, if anything it’s just cute to watch.

“I said to be aware of your surroundings and try not to look like you’re an easy target, not to be tough. I don’t think tough is in your vocabulary anyways,” I answered her, after my laughter seemed to calm down. She takes her hands away completely as she pouts and attempts to back away from me, but my arms were wrapped around her so she couldn’t get very far.

“Lemme gooo, I don’t like you anymore. You’re making fun of me when all I’m trying to do is make you feel better,” She mumbled. I shook my head at her and buried my face in her stomach. She starts squealing andlaughing because her stomach is ticklish. She squirms around trying to get away from me but my grip around her was too tight. I lift my face up from her stomach and look at her with a smile, happy to hear her laugh and see her smile. She pants a little as she calms down from the small tickling session.

“So, did you still wanna come with me? Like I said before I don’t mind you being there, as long as you’re ok with being with us girls,” She probed.

“The girls won’t be mad I’m crashing your girls’ night?” I thought of how they might react. They don’t seem like the type to get mad, but they definitely would make fun of me.

“Of course they won’t be mad, they’re just gonna bother you to be our waiter basically,” She beamed at me. I sigh and shake my head with a smile before agreeing to go with her. She cheers and wiggles from side to side doing her little happy dance in my arms. I let my arms unwrap from around her waist. She goes to the side of the bed and lays down on it. I questioned what she was doing and her response was “watching my free show” and motions towards me and the pile of clothes.

I laugh at her silliness but do what she wants and get ready in front of her. She starts catcalling me when I start changing my clothes which I proceeded to flip her off. After that she gets up and heads to the living room to go call the girls and tell them there was a slight change in plans. I could overhear her talking to them a bit and heard her mentioning she was bringing me with her because she wanted me there because she misses me. Hiding the fact that I was the one who wanted to go because I was worried about her. 

I smiled to myself as I continued to listen to her and the girls’ conversation. They were getting on her for bringing a guy to girls’ night but she didn’t seem to care. I thought it was cute of her to cover up the reason why she was bringing me and that she was taking the blame for me. She didn’t have to but she probably didn’t want me to be embarrassed. I finished getting ready and headed out to the living room where she was. Her back was towards me as she continued conversing. I snuck behind her and wrapped my arms around her and put my head on her shoulder.

“See you soon,” I say into Kaya’s phone. I hear the girls all start talking at once and hang up the phone. Kaya turns around and looks up and down at me checking the outfit she made me wear before nodding in content.

“You look sooo good,” She pokes my stomach. I grab her hand and start dragging her the way she did to me.

“Come on, it’s time to go head over to the girls,” I tell her. She laughs and moves her arm so that our fingers are interlocked instead.

“I call passenger princess!”

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[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- I don't know if this counts as a fluff or an angst. Perhaps starting with angst and ending with a twisted sort of fluff? I don't know. Anyway hope you all like it.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Twisted Feelings

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary- When (Y/N) reaches Storm's End to deliver her mother's message to the Lord, she not only finds someone unexpected but also experiences a change...

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Warnings- Blood, Carving out an Eye, Gore, Typical Westeros, Aemond and his twisted care and feelings

GIF Credits to @jjangredpanda

The rain had significantly increased as (Y/N) had reach Storm's End to deliver her mother's message to House Baratheon, only to find her uncle there; standing tall and nobly with a taunting smirk on his scarred face.

As much as he taunted her, challenging her for a duel. She knew that she wasn't there to participate in violence, opting to let her uncle know of her plans to go back in peace, without any blood on her hands or his.

Aemond only accessed his niece, his eye trained on her figure. His new betrothal thrown out of his mind as he let his eye trail down the curves the young princess had came to possess.

"I will take my leave then, Lord Baratheon," (Y/N) said, her breath heavy as she kept a cautious eye on her uncle who seemed to be too silent for her liking. The Stag Lord nodded, making (Y/N) sigh inwardly in relief; only that it was shortly lived.

"Wait, Lady Strong," she heard her uncle call, making (Y/N) tense up as she turned slowly to face the One-Eyed Prince. "Prince Aemond," she greeted, trying to stop the tremble of her hands. "Do you believe that I will let you go so easily?" Aemond sneered, his hand slowly creeping back into his coat.

"I come as a messenger, not any warrior. I shall not fight you, as I have informed you beforehand," (Y/N) said, taking a step back. Aemond smirked, his fingers removing the eye patch he wore, revealing the sapphire in the place where his eye was supposed to be.

He heard her take a deep breath, his eye took notice of the tremble in her hands as she clutched on her coat. "I wish a payment. An eye for an eye," Aemond demanded, throwing his dagger to her. "Carve out your eye for me, my lady. I wish to make a gift out of it for my mother."

(Y/N) eyed the dagger suspiciously, trying to keep herself from shivering. She looked up to the Lord of the Storm's End to find him watching her carefully and closely. "Thinking much, Lady Strong?" Aemond taunted, taking a step towards her.

"Might I remind you, I am in this situation for your dear brother. It is your eye or his. Now, you know better, don't you?" Aemond smirked as he watched the gears in (Y/N)'s head work. "That's what you wish then? My eye?" She asked, walking to the dagger and picking it up with shaking hands.

Aemond only hummed, a smirk forming on his face as he saw her eyeing the dagger up close. At last, he thought, his revenge will be taken.

(Y/N) extended thr dagger towards him, surprising him. "It is only fair for you to do it yourself, my lord," she explained, making Aemond's smirk only widen as he took the hold of the dagger, moving close to grasp her face.

His rough and calloused hand gripped her jaw, tilting her face up, his fingers wrapping around her hand while he looked closely at her face; relishing in the concealed fear of the bastard princess.

"Which one, dear niece?" He asked, letting the fear settle down in her bones. "Whichever you wish for, uncle," she replied, tears brimming in her eyes as she prepared herself for the pain which would surely come any second now.

"It is only fair for you to lose your left eye, as I did," Aemond whispered, their face too close for any of them to speak too loudly. He felt her nod, as she closed her eyes to try and stop her tears.

His thumb caressed her left cheek before moving to stretch the skin below her eye. The dagger in his other hand raised to her face. (Y/N)'s hand found his coat as she gripped on it, surprising the prince who would soon scar his niece for her entire life.

The tip of the dagger met the corner of her eye, elicting a large scream from the princess as it was slowly dragged to cut the eye out of its socket. (Y/N)'s vision blurred as she tried to stay still. Blood dripped down her left cheek, staining both her face and Aemond's hand.

Aemond carved out the eye carefully, his thumb continued to caress her cheek as her wails echoed through the cold wars of the castle. The loud screech of her dragon could be heard in a distance.

An unusual and unique sort of closeness stayed between the uncle and the niece as he took her eye out from its socket, letting go of her face as she crumbled down to the floor, clutching her face in her hands.

Aemond stared at the amethyst eye and the lady near his feet. (Y/N)'s wails quieting down to broken sobs. He kneeled down beside her; too close than appropriate for a betrothed man.

"Niece," he called softly as he pocketed the eye, his empty hand caressing her shoulder. His eye gazing down at the figure beside him. He heard her groan, trying to remove the hand from her shoulder.

(Y/N) stood up, her left hand placed securely on her now empty eye socket as she turned and ran out, leaving behind a shocked Baratheon court and a kneeling Targaryen.

(Y/N) sat, curled into her dragon inside a cave they found near the outskirts of Storm's End to shelter themselves from the raging storm outside. A large piece of her undershirt wrapped around her head, bloodied from her eye, to hide the hideous sight.

The fire crackled in the cave, the only sound except of that of the rain. In the silence, (Y/N) hide herself into her huge dragon, tears spilling down her unharmed eye and dropping down on the warm skin of the dragon.

"I apologize for what I did to you," came the voice, most unexpected for (Y/N). She jumped in surprise, clearly startled and scared of him as she tried to crawl back into her dragon's embrace. "I am not here to harm you, niece," Aemond whispered, kneeling down with hands held up in surrender.

"The harm is already done, uncle," she replied, her voice cracking in the end. The bleeding from her socket had stopped but the left side of her face was stained in her blood.

"I... I apologize," Aemond managed to speak out. "Apologies won't heal it, uncle. What is done is done," (Y/N) hissed, her hand drifting to the hidden dagger in her boots.

"I am aware, (Y/N). But... I was blinded by rage," Aemond said, he stood up. (Y/N) scoffed, standing up clumsily, as she grabbed onto Shrykos' scales to cease a fall.

The ache in her head worsening as she stood up. Her peripheral vision quickly became hazy, making her dependent on only a quarter part of her vision. The muscles of her face screamed as she tried to laugh sarcastically at her uncle.

She took in a deep breath trying to stop the urge to scream and writhe in pain in front of the man who caused the pain at the first place; to not show any signs of weakness in front of her enemy.

"You need to get to a maester soon, or else it would not heal," Aemond suggested softly. (Y/N) scoffed at the sudden concern from the man who was once close to her, more than her own siblings. "You care rather too much," the Velaryon princess hissed, her hand slowly creeping to her wound as the pain intensified.

A low growl bubbling in her throat as she tried to stand properly without her knees giving up on her weight. "You should come to King's Landing with me. The maesters will treat the wound properly as they have... experience with it," Aemond said, stepping towards her.

"And become your hostage? Never. I did rather die here than go with you and stay with your tratious family," (Y/N) hissed, her voice cracking slightly at the end as her legs gave up on her weight. The lady sat there clinging to her wound and growling and whimpering in pain as the world faded away; only the everlasting pain existed.

And soon, the world of unconsciousness embraced her gently, taking away the pain from her and letting the cold numbness creep into her spine, spreading throughout her body.

[tricks-n-illusions]

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Silas pulled his hand away in response, he wasn't expecting rebellion towards his threats, especially one he said with such confidence. The sudden physical contact made him cringe, despite his face being hidden his body language made it obvious he felt discomfort at being touched. He didn't like that, not one bit, her lack of fear was unnerving and the sinister grin she gave made his skin crawl. It felt like the power and advantage he had over her was suddenly pulled out from underneath him. He didn't have control over the situation anymore and that terrified him.

As she leered back everything in his body was screaming at him to run, yet just as before when faced with something much scarier than himself he froze like a deer in headlights. He didn't know how to react, he didn't know what to do and he was so confused by the situation he didn't even realize the unexpected stinging pain that was quickly starting to dig into his fur. It was only when he felt his mask finally beginning to slip that his panic and self-preservation finally kicked in.

"Please stop-!" Silas yelped out in fear, his claws were franticly clawing at the vines but he did little damage to them. It was like all his efforts to escape meant nothing to her, he felt so helpless and scared. Of course, he would die this way, a victim to his own stupidity. His breathing quickly spiralled out of control as he felt the vines begin to tighten, he didn't like this. It all felt so sickeningly familiar to him, the pressure around his neck, the way he gasped for air and panicked, it was all much too close to something from his past. This had happened before? Hadn't it? This was something he was acquainted with, something he knew well. She always did this to him, just another punishment on the long list.

And for some reason, everything in his mind couldn't stop him from melting back into those moments. She was here again, wasn't she? Back from the grave to torment him? Despite everything he knew, every logical thought denying her existence in the present he couldn't shake the thought. In one last ditch effort to ease his anxiety, he opened his eyes... But that only gave him a passing glance of a face he knew well.

Lady Ombre was truly gone, her words falling on deaf ears as she lectured the fox. All that replaced her was the terrifying memory of a ghost here to hurt him once more.

Silas franticly kicked and squirmed in the air, his tiny paws were desperately attempting to tear at the magical energy around his neck. Seance merely looked on in annoyance.

"What are you good for if not? You really don't know how to do anything, do you?" Seance scoffed, her magic was slowly tightening around the fox's neck more. Her grip easily constricted his airway. "I asked you to kill... one person." She held a singular claw up as the tiny Giratina spirit drifted around her, "But you couldn't even do that little fox, could you?" "Why do I even ask you to do things, what are you worried they're going to hurt you?" She laughed as Silas struggled. "You should be more scared of me than some stranger, did you not learn what happens when you don't listen? Was the tail not enough? Do you need another reminder?" "What's next, Hm..." The ghost hummed, pacing around the fox in thought. "How about an ear, or maybe." She suddenly grinned as her eyes darted back to him. "An eye? Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Every time you'd open your little eyes and realize you can't quite see the whole picture, you'll remember me and think about how much you should have listened... How does that sound, hm? Or I could finally just kill you?" Silas frantically shook his head in reply, the air he was able to breathe in was getting more scarce by the second. "You're right. That'd be too merciful, someone as horrible as you doesn't deserve mercy." With the last bits of air he could get the fox gave a broken plead. 

"Ugh, Seriously?" She groaned.

Silas hit the ground with a loud thud, the sudden allowance of air instantly threw him into a coughing fit. Seance however just stared down in irritation, her ears twitching with every sharp cough. "Are you fucking done now?"She asked in irritation, she obviously felt no remorse for her actions. "Stop the dramatic coughing fit, you're not getting any sympathy from me. You want sympathy then why don't you crawl your way back to your human, hm?" "I'm sure she's stupid enough to reward your misbehaviour with pets and kisses. You always did like being a little pampered pet, didn't you? Having a soft bed and food in your bowl~" She mocked. "Disgusting really, you pets are all the same." Silas only continued to cough before he made a weak effort to stand.

He only looked down in shame, despite her scolding, tears quickly began to fill his eyes. But there was no sadness, no emotion to go along with them all he felt was a disconnect from his surroundings as he drifted back into reality. [ . . . ] It seemed Lady had let go of him long ago, but he was too stuck in his head to have noticed. He only sat there in silence as his hand cautiously wandered to the place where the vines were. The presence of pressure still lingered even if the vines were no longer there. He seemed confused, unsure why Lady Ombre didn't simply kill him when she had the chance.

Just as she left the fox made a frantic scramble for his mask. Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes, all he could mutter out was faint repetitive apologies as he shakily took the kitsune mask in hand.

Once he felt it in his hands a faint calmness washed over him... He took a long moment to stare at it in silence. His claw was gently scratching at the smooth surface of the mask, a feeble attempt to help ground himself in the present day. He still seemed extremely shaken up from the interaction with her. His hands were unintentionally trembling, and he couldn't stop his tears from worsening as moments passed. He was so tired of this, he was so tired of showing weakness and letting strangers have power over him. He was getting so tired of people treating him badly, pushing him around, finding new ways to get under his skin and bring him to the pathetic tears he struggled to hide. "Everything is fine..." He muttered before he finally flipped the mask, completely set on using it to conceal any leftover tears.

"Why do I always do such stupid things…"

-> Oh? What's this? Seems Silas will remember this interaction. Lady Ombre has been added to the relationships page. -> Silas has been... slightly injured and will have minor scratches going forward.

[sorcerous-caress]

Being drinking buddies with Rolan and bullying him

You always noticed this one tiefling frequenting the Elfsong tavern in the dead hours of the night, sitting by himself and nursing a bottle or two.

He wasn't a light weight exactly but god was he just so adorable when he's drunk, his face all flushed and getting so mouthy, baring his sharp teeth at the waitress who suggests he slows down. Although she doesn't seem phased, maybe they knew each other from before.

So you buy him a drink or three, make him your own personal entertainment for the night. He never disappoints as he easily tells you his deepest darkest secrets without a thought in that pretty head of his, boasting about the magical tower he newly became the head of and how his siblings are so proud of him.

You sit and humour him, give a teasing comment every now and then. The next day when you're in the tavern again, you find him nervously sitting on a table, without any empty glasses or bottles this time.

His eyes find yours, and he calls you over, clearing his throat and being vague on purpose as he asks you about yesterday and if he said anything embarrassing.

Of course, you nod your head and watch him slowly lose his dignity as you list off everything he told you. All the embarrassing confessions he gave you about how attractive he finds you, how he secretly likes his tail pulled and how he hopes he gets to spend the night with you, how not everyday a hot piece of eyecandy comes siting at his table and buys him a drink.

Immediately passing out after he said that, luckly his siblings came to retrieve him and apologise for causing you trouble. That's how he ended up here, Lia insisted he apologise to you directly.

"So this is me...apologising" was all he said, not a single sorry or actual hint of apology.

You point that out, and he huffs, saying it's basically the same.

So you shrug and say you'll only accept his apology if he drinks with you again. He seems taken back by your direct approach but the redness on his cheek clearly shows how flustered he is by this, even when he attempts to nonchalantly agree.

And just like last time, he is back to being the biggest cocktease on the planet. The both of you drunk and getting very touchy, he lets you run your hand on his horns, give it a soft tug as an embarrassing high gasp leaves him.

Fuck the both of you are going to end up kicked out, so you do the only sensible thing and pay extra for a private room. This is the most fun you've had in years, no one told you having a tiefling as your drinking sugar baby would be this exhilarating.

And he's all over you, sitting on your lap and burying his head in your shoulders. His tail cruled around your arm and not letting go.

He takes a shot and presses his mouth against yours, kissing you through the alcohol as he swallows the mix of the drink and your spit.

You start coming here every night and so does he. Never touching a drop of alcohol until you step through the door, being such a patient good boy for you and waiting for your arrival.

Testing the waters, you make a comment on how he's so dependent on you, how he probably was so lonely before you came. And he groans and avoids your eyes, but his tail hugs you tighter.

He enjoys your condcending comments, enjoys you teasing him and making him beg for your company, enjoys you paying for him and making him thank you and sit on your lap.

No matter how much he begs to go to a bedroom, or even to just take him already in this tavern. You shake your head and let him squirm in agony, shifting his thighs against the clear hard on under his wizard robe.

[neverinadream]

Cheap Perfume And Lipstick Stains

prompt: "i want a divorce."

song: dirty laundry - carrie underwood

warnings: angst, cheating, a little bit of slut shaming it's short

prompts list / prompts masterlist

"I want a divorce."

You had been standing in the back garden, a glass of wine grasped in your hand, the words had rolled off your tongue with ease. Peaking over your shoulder, your eyes landed on Mason, the cheery smile slowly disappearing from his face. The deep red wine sloshed about your glass as you lifted it, poisoning your lips with its bitter taste. His parents had brought it with them, you mistakenly telling your mother-in-law that you had enjoyed it the last time they had come to dinner. You didn't like it but you drank it to be polite.

He reacted quickly, sliding the glass patio door shut as he stepped out into the garden. His parents were still inside, lingering around after the dinner was finished a long time ago. If you were about to end your marriage right there and then, they certainly didn't need to hear it. "What are you-"

"What's her name?" You refuse to give him a chance to speak, not when you had so much to say, so many questions to ask and you knew he only had one lie to tell you. Taking one last sip of your drink, you pour the rest out onto the grass, your arm extended as far as possible. "What's her name, Mason?" You repeat your question, turning to look at him. He's looking directly at you, the colour fading from his face as you continue your interrogation. "What's the name of the whore you've been fucking, Mason?"

"Could you keep your voice down?"

"Why?" There's a tone of sarcasm to your voice. "Scared mummy and daddy might hear? Scared they might find out their perfect little son, with his perfect little marriage and his perfect little life is just another fuck up? Hmm? Is that why you want me to keep my voice down?" You scoff, shaking your head. "What do you think I'll say-"

"Nothing," it was his turn to cut you off, attempting to gain control of the narrative, "you won't be saying anything because we're not getting divorced!"

"What makes you think that I want to stay married to a cheater?"

You sensed your marriage was coming to a standstill long before you had discovered his torrid affair. It started when you noticed the absence of the little things. They were silly little things like laughing at your terrible jokes or gifting you flowers when he knew he had made a mistake in your dreams. Silly little things that would've meant so little to an outsider but meant so much to you. They were his versions of grand gestures of love. Mason didn't need to sweep you off your feet to show you he loved you.

Then came the late nights, sneaking back into your bed, with the smell of beer on his breath that he had attempted to cover up with a piece of gum and a quick brush of his teeth. He would always tell you last-minute plans made with the boys after training, but when you asked Kai or Reece about them, they'd give you a vague answer. He kept a secret from you and lied to your face all in the same sentence.

Your final decision was made when you cleaned your bedroom. Crumpled in the corner, just hidden under a towel was a white button-down. Maybe his secret would've stayed a secret if you hadn't noticed the smudge of lipstick on the collar. Maybe his secret would've remained a secret if you hadn't noticed the wine stain on the pocket. But the smell of cheap perfume that lingered on the expensive fabric? Now that wasn't hard to ignore. It burned your senses and emphasised Mason's lies.

"Mason? Y/N?" You look up to find your mother-in-law at the back door, cradling your son in her arms. Hudson had been asleep when you stepped outside to fill your lungs with fresh air and to cool your skin in the night breeze. "I think someone is ready for a bottle," she tells you both, completely unaware of the tension between you and her son. Her smile is cheery, resembling that of her son and her grandson.

"We'll be in in a second," Mason was quick to reply, his eyes fixed only on you. He glances over his shoulder, sighing at the sight of his mum walking away from them. "Don't do this," he begs, reaching out to touch your wrist, attempting to stop you from returning inside, "for Hudson's sake, don't do this."

"For Hudson's sake?" He was desperate to use your son as a bargaining chip and only left you feeling angrier. "If you had been smarter, you would've hidden your shirt in the back of your closet or you would've gotten rid of it," Mason's head drops, the guilt on his face hidden as he looks at the ground, "you wouldn't have left it in the corner of our bedroom for me to find. Maybe then, I wouldn't be asking for a divorce."

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