#and she's WRONG for it! it's a PROBLEM and it shouldn't be softened by taking away a VERY SIGNIFICANT CHARACTER TRAIT from tyson

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

havent watched the pjo series & not really sure i want to but when season 2 happens i will be watching the tag like this to watch how they depict my sweet baby boy tyson and hope they don't fuck it up

[luveline]

hi baby if you feel up for it i'd love to request some fluffy fluff with sirius. maybe he's usually so reserved and stoic (because, cmon) and they're out with his friends and they're all making fun of him for being so lovey and doting on r

love u sm!

love you!! ♡ fem, 1k

"This is really lovely," Sirius says, your face turned to the light in his hand. "It's bright without looking out of place. Blue is your colour." 

"Thanks, bug," you murmur back, holding still as he cleans the smudged mascara from your lower lash line.

"Every colour is your colour," he amends. "It goes nice with your top." 

You rub your lips together slowly, sticky with gloss. His noticing makes all your make up efforts worth it. 

Sirius wipes his thumb into the tissue you'd given him and tucks it away, stroking your cheek one last time with his other hand before stealing yours to twine your fingers. Your friends have carried on into the pub, but it doesn't take long to catch them. Remus was kind enough to wait at the entrance, eyebrows raised. 

"What?" Sirius asks. 

"Nothing." It's clearly something. "At all." 

You figure it's between them and skirt past Remus with a smile, eager to hide away in the warm wooded walls of The Firestroke. The boys filter in behind you, following you through the entryway and past the bar to the table James has commandeered with Emmeline. 

He's fiddling with her hair, readjusting a bobby pin, another held between his lips. "It looks nice, Emme, you should have it out of your face more often." 

"Marl says that all the time. Hey!" She beams at you. "Come and sit by me." 

You laugh happily and slide onto the seat next to her. You, Emme, and James sit on the booth side while Sirius and Remus set themselves down opposite. A waitress arrives and Sirius doesn't wait for the others, ordering a round of drinks for the entire group, wherever they may be. They'll filter in soon enough. 

"And extra cherries for my girl, please," Sirius says, nodding to you as he does. "Thanks." 

"Ooh, for his girl," James croons. 

"Remember when he'd order stuff for me like that?" Remus asks. 

Sirius rolls his eyes, offering his hands to you from across the table. Honestly, you're slightly surprised at his behaviour today, but you won't look a gift horse in the mouth. You lay your hands in his obligingly and relax as he begins to draw shapes into the fronts of your fingers, tiny stroking lines that feel ridiculously good, even under the eyes of your friends. "He's lying. I'd purposefully get his food wrong when we were teenagers so he'd have to go up to the counter and correct it." 

"Like exposure therapy I never signed up for," Remus sighs. "It worked, too." 

Sirius laughs. He's handsome to begin with, the last burst of a tan from summer's end on his skin, his hair dark and lush in the shimmering light, and when he laughs it's a tenfold effect, the grey of his eyes suddenly mesmerising, the wicked curve of his smile softened into a sweeter thing that begs to be kissed, or admired at the very least. You let him keep one hand but turn the other inward to give him similar treatment, rubbing your fingertips up and down his palm in a ticklish wave. 

"Do that to me, mate, there's a good lad," James says, offering his hand. Emmeline bats it away. 

"Awfully jealous today, aren't they?" Sirius asks you, ignoring their teasing to curl your fingers in and cover them. 

"I…" You're not sure what to say. Does he not realise how sweet he's being? Publicly? He's not usually this open. 

"You okay?" 

"Fine, just…" Words fail you twice. You cringe at your lack of explanation, but Sirius doesn't falter in his nice touches. It shouldn't shock you when he slides his chair tight against the table and pulls your hands ever closer, his top lip scratchy with hair as he leans down to kiss your knuckles. "Siri." 

"Yes, darling?"

"Jesus," Marl says, announcing her presence with a faked gag. "What's your problem, Black?" 

"I'm deeply in love, McKinnon. Not that you'd know what that feels like." 

You melt in your chair as he kisses a short path to your wrist. You could write Marlene a ten thousand word essay on love if she needed it, that's how adored he's got you feeling. 

"Absolutely vile."

"So sweet!" Mary denies, plopping herself down in the chair beside Sirius', all pink tulle and flowery smells. Any other day you'd be jealous of her in a good-natured but undeniably insecure manner, terrified that Sirius was gonna turn to her and see her in all her dewy beauty, but he doesn't so much as look up, your hands now rubbed against his cheek. 

"He's had a bit of catnip or something," Remus says. 

"It's the eyeshadow," you try to explain. 

Sirius lifts his head severely. "It looks perfect, but it's definitely not the eyeshadow. I'd feel just as mad about you if you were covered in soot." 

"Good to know," you say breathlessly. 

"Oh, so you're feeling pathetic today?" Marl asks.

Sirius sighs as though he's been greatly inconvenienced and sits up properly, casting his gaze around the group for a lick of sense between them, if his slack eyebrows are anything to go off of. "You're all wrong. I'm this pathetic for her every day of the week." 

"Then what's with the PDA?" James asks incredulously. 

"Mate, first of all, look at her. And if you must know, it's our anniversary." 

You flinch, your gaze jumping to his. The group erupts with well wishes and 'why didn't you say so's, and James slaps his card on the table, insisting that the round is on him to celebrate. Your heart races as you make the calculations in your head, calming as you realise that nothing falls on today's date, not a half month nor a first date. 

"Sirius?" you ask while everyone's distracted. 

He takes your hand again and begins kissing your knuckles once more. "I'm lying," he says, as you'd figured, scratching your fingers with his stubble. "That's what he gets for prying… You really do look lovely tonight." 

You nearly swallow your tongue. "Thank you. You look lovely, too." 

He smiles, twining your fingers together to rest his face against the back of your hand. "Thanks, angel." 

[itadorey]

[𝟒:𝟑𝟒 𝐩.𝐦.] 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

notes: angst -> fluff, bittersweet, hopeful ending i swear, gn reader, ~650 words

you're like a sunburn, gojo thinks.

sure, sunburns hurt and they can be unpleasant at times, but they remind him of sweeter and easier times; of days spent exploring and swimming and discovering all the things that tokyo has to offer.

even though those days are long gone, dead and buried under the harsh realities of the world that you've all learned to live with as jujutsu sorcerers, gojo can't help but think about how lucky he is that you're still around. it doesn't matter that things have ended between the two of you, he can't help but gravitate towards you whenever you're around, always craving the warmth and safety that you've always seemed to provide him.

and either way, the break up had been mutual, everyone knew that. it just hadn't been the right time for you.

maybe it's selfish of gojo to linger around you even after the two of you have ended things, but he knows that he doesn't have the strength to both stay away from you or isolate you from your shared friend group.

"you really shouldn't keep doing this, y'know?" shoko says tiredly, sidling up to him when she notices the longing look that gojo's been sending your way. the blue-eyed sorcerer turns to his friend, mildly shocked at the fact that he's been caught in the act. "you'll only keep hurting them. and yourself."

"they're the one who keeps hanging out with you," gojo mumbles petulantly, choosing not to mention the fact that he insists on tagging along every time he hears about you making plans with his friends. shoko scoffs lightly, rolling her eyes before walking over to you. the smile you give shoko makes gojo's heart skip a beat, and he finds himself staring intently at you as you happily chat away with shoko.

there's a brief moment in which you spare a glance towards gojo, your eyes softening the slightest bit when you make eye contact with him. there's a part of gojo that's fairly certain that if he were to get on his knees and ask, you would take him back in a heartbeat. but he can't do that to you, not when he's too busy shouldering the weight of almost every single problem the jujutsu world has to offer.

it wouldn't be a fair relationship, gojo tells himself. besides, he gets sent on so many dangerous missions that he's always running the risk of dying, and he's not selfish enough to make you go through the process of worrying about him each time. even though he's pretty confident in his abilities as a special grade sorcerer, there's always the chance of something going wrong, and he doesn't think he can ever forgive himself if his selfishness ends in him leaving you heartbroken.

he watches as shoko leans in to whisper something into your ear, and he feels his cheeks heat up when you look over to meet his gaze on purpose this time, your lips curling up into the prettiest smile gojo has ever seen in the process. you tilt your head to the side when doesn't react, and he barely manages to compose himself by the time you wave him over.

there's no words to be spoken as he approaches his friends, and he wordlessly moves to take the spot next to nanami before shoko is pulling him and making him sit in between you and her. the conversation continues as you hand gojo a bottle of his favorite drink— non alcoholic because of course you know he hates that stuff— and he does his best to repress the shiver that threatens to run down his spine as your fingers brush against his.

he whispers his thanks, and when you give him a bashful smile in return, gojo finds himself thinking that maybe he can be selfish. at least, just this once.

reblogs are appreciated <3 ty for reading !!

[athenaluciscaelum]

Hey, I liked your writing. I am a sucker for Dante as well.

How about some kinks each Dante might have?

@altissia-09 enjoy, love.

//Minor do not interact//

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Rated: Mature

Words: 2906 word

Warning: mature, dom-sub, light bondage, spanking, breeding kink, mirror sex, degradation, brat taming, public sex, casual sex, lots of kink, I don't remember

Disclaimer:

I don't know if I'm good at this, but I still wanted to try, since it's my first request and I got a learn somehow, so here we go. And I read one for Leon, and it was good.

Dante from each installment and their respective kinks

Let's rock!

DMC3 Manga

Dante in DMC 3 manga is speculated to be eighteen, so I think he will be little desperate and rough. He is jerk and wannabe bad who sees women as an accessory (totally pointing to him putting food music and babe in same category, all for fun.) Anyway, I think he would have tried dating, and also he is known in Love Planet.

He will be certainly up to dating people and any stripper who fancies him for a night. He would be into light bondage, hands in cuff, spanking a girl under him, and wanting to be called Daddy. He will be better than his Daddy, right? Anyway, he will be totally brat trying to act all dominant and like he doesn't care.

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There was one of the stripper who was overtly interested in Dante, as he was just sitting on one of couch enjoying the view of beautiful ladies, his legs spread wide. One of them came close to Dante. The lady spoke in seductive voice, “Hey, come here often, big boy?” Dante smirked wanting to be all high and might, “I'm not a boy, babe, I'm a man…" Her hand slid seductively down to his belt, “Show me?” Dante chuckled, “Sure.”

As they were in the lady's room at the back, her handcuffed to the headboard as she lies on pink plush bed naked moaning, “fuck! You're as good as girl's say!” Dante smirks spreading her legs wide in air, as he drills balls deep in her- rough thrust, sweat dripping down his nose, every thrust making wet noises and her breasts bounces. Dante gives her a hard smack on her ass, leaving hand print, “Call me Daddy!” Dante grunted as he bottoms out and thrust back in, making her gasp, “Daddy! Fuck me! Don't stop!” Dante smirks, “I will, babe” The sheets under them wet. It will be a long night before Dante just leaves.

DMC 3

After losing Vergil, if Dante is having sex at all, it would be purely for fact of drowning himself in the pleasure, so he wouldn't have to think and caring only about his satisfaction. He wants some control in his life and on his demon, especially after losing his last kin. Totally into brat taming, for once, trying to control something spanking, handcuffs, or little punishment like edging his partner or denying then orgasm. Just to feel that little sense of control, to make someone listen to him.

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Dante was mad after he came back to the agency. You were asleep, since his time in Temen-Ni-Gru, Dante had been acting all cold, aggressive and being rough with you. He rarely listens to you, but couldn't even stand you being sad and upset. He just wants you to be a good girl and take it all, his dominance, roughness, his sharp taunts and his aggression. But his conscious mind knows it's just wrong and he is the problem. But why can't he just control it all. Tell Vergil to not jump. Tell you to shut up and be his little doll. He will take care of you, not vice versa. You shouldn't even be here, he treats you like shit. You could be with someone better. However here you're a stubborn brat, aren't you? So he is going to treat you like it, in hope of self sabotaging, hoping you will stay after all, he does. His hand spanking your bottom, pulling down your panties, as you lay over his lap, he grunts, “You're such a brat, Y/N!” You were just trying to lift up his spirit, trying to make him talk and entrust his pain in you. He cuffs your hand to the headboard, not wanting your sweet touches to coax him to soften. No he needs this, he kisses you sloppy as he keeps drilling in your abused pussy for hour, denying you orgasm you crave, you little cries filling his ears, “Dante, please!” Dante huffs, as he grunts, his eyes squeezed, as he is logged deep inside you, “Why my little brat, you're going to listen to me now?” You nod desperate as you struggle against your restraint...he takes mercy on you…thumb rubbing your clit with few more thrusts and you were left satisfied…he pulls out to tie his used condom and throw it in the trash can. You were too tired and asleep to interrogate him more. He holds you close to tell you things he won't tell you when you're awake. You don't deserve his mess. You deserve only good. He mumbles, you should leave, while hoping you never leave.

DMC 1

It is event before going to Mallet Island, Dante was lot more fun, chill, and killing all demons he can to ultimately kill Mundus. He was little over the loss of Vergil and when okay, Dante is naturally a great lover. In his right state of mind, he will be really passionate, not still letting go of his dominant side, as he finds it difficult to trust anyone or himself to be submissive, just yet. He will be edging and denying orgasm as way to control something only he can give, the ultimate pleasure, after all it's not like anyone will be able to equal Dante.

Totally into agoraphilia(public sex) as he picks up random girl in bar, couldn't care to take her home and is deep inside her in an alley or dark side of club, or anywhere he possibly could.

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Dante came across a girl at the club, Lady force him to go to with him. He was staying on the side, the girl eyeing her was cute. So he took her for a spin. He chooses to give her a ride to her apartment, and when she couldn't keep her hand to himself, who Dante was to deny.

He got her pinned on her mattress, fucking her deep and slow, making sure he will imprint himself in her memory as one of the best sex she had. The girl was moaning and incoherently praising how good he was. How big he was, how stretched she feels. He already knows by the way her walls flutter around her in pure bliss. Dante smirk giving her fourth or fifth orgasm. He could have totally taken her in the alley behind the bar, but she was shy and wanted to do it in her apartment. Not that Dante got an issue.

DMC 1 novel

So considering, the plot line of DMC 1 novel isn't canon because then Gilver and everything doesn't make sense to main plot line. In the novel there is a line, 'Dante doesn't think or care much about women', normal 2000s misogyny nothing more, but he is a man of his time, and we are working with. We also consider that the one girl who found him drunk and took him home, trying to press him for sex after he woke up. Well, everything with Grue, Gilver, Nell, and all bad experience, let's say he is in pissed. Not caring about anything, he will be mean, really mean, not trusting or caring about anyone. His bad experience with that one woman making him hypersexual and use people as object just to get what he wants. Pure sex, no feeling or whatever. Just to get off it.

Dante was in a bar drinking his whiskey, it was a run-down place, he was sitting in a dark corner, nursing his own warm drink. He looked around. Nothing caught his eye, a girl in black dress walked to him, nothing about her that caught his eye, she was beautiful, but many are. That's not something that will keep him grounded, looks, unlike what others might think. When the girl started to make small talk, her hands on his thigh, caressing it…he didn't mind…as he spreads his legs wide. Girl under-the-table giving him one of the best head he had in long. He was just casually sipping his drink like nothing happened, while the girl under was choking on his fat cock. He just held her hair up in one hand. The side of the bar was so dark and nobody cared enough. Dante stood up raising girl up on her feet, bending her over the table, bunching her dress up to her stomach. She gasped as he traces her clothed pussy with her thick gloved middle finger and smacked her ass. She whined, Dante was irritated enough, he out a hand on her mouth, as he pushed himself all in with a care, she gasped again his mouth, tear trickling from the corner of her eye, Spanking her ever so in between. The girl was left satisfied, but Dante had to drop her home, since, God, she couldn't walk.

DMC anime

Dante in anime is just depressed and tired. I see him as being into light bondage on himself, not on his partner, after everything in his life turning into shit. He won't be much for casual sex, but when he is, it will be light bondage on himself, knowing he can get out anytime, still not handing trust to a stranger. He will be into degradation, wanting his partner to degrade him and be cruel to him. After all, he deserves it in his mind. He will be into exhibitionism, being all vulnerable, while his partner is still clothed and just looking down at him, degrading him. It's just sad.

Just someone hug my big pookie!

If you're his permanent partner and not just casual sex, he will listen to you, if you don't feel good with degrading him. Though he will insist you tie him and do your thing, to 'use' him. You can still be so nice to him, and then he will just want to satisfy, please you, letting you ride him, making you sit on his face, or hands all over you as soon as those bad thoughts creep him. And he would have praise kink, so praise this giant ball of muscles, okay? Don't hurt him!! I'm watching.

You will be his home, right?

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Dante was lying on her bed, as you cuffed his hand to the headboard with thick shackles, you were nervous, "Dante, are you sure?” He nodded, “You will take care of me, right? Sweetheart?” You gave him a reassuring smile. You cupped his face as you kissed him softly and passionately. Furthermore, you knew those cuffs were nothing for him, but a reminder. He wanted you to take control, he wanted you to take control! After all what good he was for anyway. The least he can do is give you pleasure. You can use him as you see fit. You straddled his torso, touching him softly, kissing and nipping him all over. He moans, he trusts you, and you're making him feel so good. You go down on him… Pulling down his boxers. You take his thick veiny long cock in your hand and give it a few pumps as you rub it to your cheek and pressed kisses on it and on the sides. God, you were good, he clenches his fist and moaned, “Fuck baby! I love you so much! You don't need to gentle with me, baby….” He will moan, grunt and whine, as you ride him, he will be such a good boy for you.

In a scenario where it is some random stranger, Dante will be in consensual exhibitionism, flaunting himself in front of the girl he picked and literally begging for her to ride him. He will love it if she degrades him and punishes him a little.

DMC 2

DMC 2 Dante, he is the lowest he could be. He would like to be tied down, degraded, wanting to be edged and denied orgasm, as he is tied down. An impact play and breath play on himself for being naughty or bratty. He sees himself unworthy of any love, care, or affection, and he would want to be treated such. If we are thinking of Dante involved with only women so far (though I don't mind, think of him with men) he will be now more them ever, wanting to be with men. He doesn't deserve the soft, sweet, and tempting lips of a woman, or a sub man. He would go for dom men, who will use him as they see fit and 'put him in his place'. Furthermore, he is only good to be used, right? While he is at it, he will be into Katoptronophilia, wanted to see himself in a mirror getting used, abused and someone using him like the slab of meat, he thinks he is

If you are his permanent partner, he would be into role playing. If you do not consent to degrading him and keep reminding him, he deserves love like anybody else. He would want to role-play as anyone but himself, while you praise him. He doesn't think he deserves you, so role playing can come in a little handy, just to feel like he is some worthy person or anything, and he deserves you.

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Dante would look into the mirror, as he is on his knees in front of another man, sucking his dick so deep and not caring how long it has been. He takes it all in like a good boy, let him use himself as much as he wants, he will be good for something at least, right. He doesn't deserve to be treated well. Furthermore, he wants it to be rough, to be manhandled, and to be called everything low. God, he just wants to see how pitiful he is.

DMC 2 novel

DMC 2 novel is obsessed! Obsessed with his looking, it gives a little peek into how he is now totally onto superficiality of things. With how he treats Beryl, he will be into degrading his partner and edging them. Being a total jerk! Again, mirror so he can show you how you look as he ravishes you. Or if it's anyone he picked at the bar. He will still want to show them.

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You are on your four looking at the mirror, as Dante pounds you from behind, his thrust is fast, rough, and he keeps spanking you, loving how your fat jiggles, leaving prints. He makes you look into the mirror squeezing your cheeks- face tear streak, flustered and whining for his cock, “Look at yourself, sweet angel, such a slut for my cock, you want this, right? To be manhandled and used?” You can just moan, as he grunts and pounds you so deep, the sheets beneath you drenched and thighs stained with how come streak down it.

DMC 4 + DMC4 novel

I don't think, DMC 4 Dante is much into casual sex, he is now getting his own inner peace. He got to know about Nero, he turned out well, so why can't he have this happiness too? He would be all over you wanting to breed you, even if not exactly now, the thought of you sweet and plump with his kid gets him all hard and bothered. Taking you anywhere he can, pumping you full in a mating press, praising you for being his good girl and taking it all, coaxing you to call him Daddy, loving how big and beefy he is compared to small little you. His sweet angel. And Daddy gotta spank when his little angel is naughty, right?

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After coming back from Fortuna, Dante got you pressed in the mating press. You are giggling and flustered as he playfully bites you. He loves how small you look underneath him as he crowds you, he pumps your pussy full of his come, staying in and pulling out to push back any cum trickling out with his thumb, he hums, “Can't let it go to waste, right? Take it….you will be such a sweet mommy for Daddy, right?” All you can do after being blissfully fucked is moaned. You love this man.

DMC 5

Dante is DMC 5 is really mature, still goofy and fun. He is a lot more secure now with Nero, Virgil and everybody in the picture. If you two do not have a child yet, he is dreaming of one by now. He feels more sure of himself and his capabilities. He definitely got breeding kink and size kink.

He and DMC 4 Dante will be open to trying all sorts of things, being Dom or Sub, you get to make the decision, and he will be on it. Nothing is off table, unless it involves hurting you or anything that might hurt you, then it's a total known. He is aware how big he is and will absolutely try to make it more about you, giving you all pleasure and praising you for it.

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Dante makes you sit on his face, makes you ride him, and fucks you with his tongue as you praise him, "Feels so good, Dante! God! It feels so good! I love you." It only encourages Dante to draw your orgasm more, make sure his pretty baby is satisfied and bred full of his cum. He leaves you a mess, but makes sure you are all clean and comfortable when you lull to sleep. He loves you and will spare no detail showing it to you.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

The Babysitter (34)

Family Night

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

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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Family Night

A soft knock at the door gradually dragged you out of your peaceful slumber, a tired disapproving groan spilling from your lips to signal your reaction of being woken up at two in the morning. The second knock was followed by the visitor calling a name, their scared and disturbed tone catching your attention.

"Mom," sniffled one of the twins from behind the door, your body waking up properly as concern started to fill you up. Your gaze flickered to the woman wrapped up in your arms, her face buried against your chest where she fell asleep not that long ago, having needed your comfort for most of the night as all the bottled up worries and stress about her mother, the twins, Vision and work seemed to suddenly spill out of her lips as you held her through it, sticking to your word of being there to support her through it. You knew how tired she was so you decided to unravel your tangled bodies as carefully and swiftly as possible, wanting to make sure whichever twin it was outside was alright.

You opened the door quietly, looking back briefly at the curled up body on the bed, fear taking over for a moment as she moved, a sigh of relief escaping you when you realised she was just rolling over before your attention became solely focused on the boy in front of you.

Tommy sniffled once more, lifting his hand to wipe away the tears in his eyes as he peered up at you, your face softening at his distressed state.

"Hey," you coo softly, voice a little raspy from having just woken up, causing you to clear your throat quietly, "What's wrong, Tommy?" You crouch down to be closer to his level, your hands going to fix his bed tousled hair, smoothing the brown locks while gazing into his watery eyes.

"I had a nightmare," he manages out, wiping his eyes once more, your brows furrowing at the boy's state as it clearly upset him a lot, "A bad one." He adds as you pull him closer for a hug, his smaller body melting against yours as he wraps his arms around you. Your hands soothingly rub up and down his back as he lets out a shaky breath, holding onto you tightly as you try to calm him down.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you murmur gently, pulling back from the hug to look into his eyes, gauging his reaction. He nods subtly, his gaze flickering to the floor as you stand, his smaller hand taking a hold of yours causing your heart to melt a little but worry to flood through you.

Billy always seemed to be the more affectionate twin with you as well as being more emotional, so Tommy's current mood concerned you. His hand mirrored his tight grip during the hug, the action making you think that he was scared you would disappear if he let go.

You let him hold your hand as you guided him downstairs, flicking the living room light on and squinting a little as you adjusted to the brightness of the room, leading the boy to the sofa. You flopped a little onto the cushion, your own body tired but you ignored that for the moment as he joined you on the furniture, hesitantly moving closer to you. His side was pressed against yours, his hand reaching back to hold yours again, his fingers anxiously playing with yours as your concern only grew.

"What happened in your nightmare, Tommy?" you ask in a whisper, the boy subconsciously moving closer to you as he remembered the unpleasant dream. You waited patiently despite the ungodly hour that the clock displayed, knowing that there was no use in being pushy as it may have just upset him further.

"There was a monster," he mumbles, staring at your hands that were together, "It... It got you and Mom." His voice is quiet as he confesses, your face turning sympathetic, his words making your other arm wrap around his body, enabling him to cuddle into your side. He sniffled once again and you felt your heart break a little at how scary this monster must have been, your lips pressing against the top of his head as he rested against you.

"Oh Tommy," you coo out in a comforting manner, "It's ok, the monster didn't get us." Your words are nothing but soft and gentle, aiming to reassure the boy in your arms.

"It felt so real," he whispered, tilting his head to peer up at you, nothing but vulnerability and fear swirling in his eyes. "I thought... I thought I lost you both, the monster he- He got you both-" Tommy cuts himself off as he lets out another distressed noise while you murmur soft and comforting words, your hands gliding up and down his arms as he gradually quietens.

"Shhh, I'm here, I'm here for you Tommy," you murmur, holding the boy as close as possible, trying to think of something to say that would help him. You thought back to what your father would do when you were little after having a bad dream, remembering an old trick he would use. "Do you know what my Dad would say to me after I had a nightmare?" Your voice is a delicate whisper, the boy shaking his head and looking at you with interest and curiosity, wiping the tears that were building in his eyes once more. "He would always tell me that a monster's weakness was love," you say, realising a little at how cringy the words sounded but you didn't care, his soft and soothing words would always calm you and help you sleep again, the poor man having to carry you back upstairs into bed every time.

"Love?" he questions, brows furrowing a little and you remember doing the exact same thing, a soft chuckle escaping you at his words.

"Yes, love," you say with a hint of playfulness in your tone, hoping to make the boy smile a little, your shoulder nudging him. "He would tell me that if you love someone, no matter how scary the monster is, they won't be able to hurt the person you care about." He stays quiet for a moment, thinking over your words carefully before speaking up again.

"But I love Mom and you a lot and the monster still got you," he mutters, making your mouth open and close. You never questioned it, you just agreed and cuddled up to your dad, telling him how much you loved him.

"Well..." you drag out your words, thinking of a reasonable counter argument, "When you saw the monster, what did you feel?" He furrows his brows at your question, the answer to him being obvious.

"Scared," he replies, not following where you were going with this.

"Well, that was the issue then," you say as if it were obvious, his once distressed expression now replaced completely with confusion. "What I mean is, you have to think about how much you love the people when you see the monster, that's what scares them off," you explain, a small 'oh' of realisation leaving his lips as he finally understands you.

"Does it really work?" he asks after a while, his head turning to look at you again as during the brief silence he had cuddled up against your side again.

"It does," you whisper in reassurance, "No monster ever got my Dad again after he told me that." Maybe you were lying just a little to him, but you don't care as he seemed satisfied with your answer, moving to hug you.

"I'm sorry Y/n," he whispers against you, your arms wrapping around him as you welcome the embrace.

"You don't need to be sorry Tommy," your tone soft as you whisper back, "I told you, I'm here for you if you need me-"

"No, I mean, not about the nightmare," he says, pulling back and moving to sit next to you, his brown eyes staring up at you. "I should never have said those mean things about you when I came back from my Dad's," he says with an apologetic look in his eyes, your lips tugging into a small smile at his sorrowful expression. "I didn't mean any of it, I do need you here," you bring him in for another hug, letting his smaller body relax against you as he's pressed against your side, head resting on your shoulder once you both part after the hug.

"Thank you for apologising Tommy, I really appreciate it" you murmur, "And I hope you know I'm not here to replace your Dad, ok? I'm here because I love your Mom," your tone then turning softer and more playful ,"And you and Billy obviously." He lets out a small laugh at that, the room being enveloped in a comfortable silence after that as you let him relax in your arms.

You don't realise how long you've been sitting in the tranquil room with him until a soft snore leaves his lips, a smile stretching across yours at the cute noise leaving him. As slowly and carefully as possible, you lifted his head off your shoulder so you could slip off the sofa, moving to stand to pick the sleeping boy up when you almost jumped out of your skin at seeing Wanda standing at the door frame, her presence unknown and therefore a surprise.

Her eyes were a little puffy from the crying she did earlier, her green lacking the joyful glint as exhaustion was evident on her features along with worry, although a small smile still persisted on her face at the sight of you.

"He had a nightmare," your voice was quiet so you wouldn't wake the boy up as you lifted him into your arms, careful not to disturb him too much. You walk over to Wanda at a leisurely pace, not wanting to drop him or fall over something, the older woman's lips tugging into another small, subtle smile at the expression on her son's face as his cheek was smushed against your shoulder. Her fingers delicately brush a few strands of his hair out of his face, her eyes flickering over to you with a new emotion swirling in them.

"Thank you Detka," she murmurs with a raspy voice, your lips briefly meeting hers for a small, tender kiss, the small smile on her lips growing a little.

Walking up the stairs with Tommy in your arms proved harder than you thought, each step causing his head to move against your shoulder, your face a grimace as you were scared he was going to wake up with every step you took. Luckily, he didn't somehow, the rest of the journey easy as you lowered him into his bed, quickly tucking him in before checking on Billy who was still sound asleep, your gaze then going to Wanda who was hovering by the door frame with a soft expression written across her face.

"Did we wake you up?" you murmur while closing the door as quietly as you could, your arms wrapping around the older woman as you melt against her warmth, eyes closing and savouring the comfortable feeling of her body against yours.

"No, I woke up because I went to roll over and it felt suspiciously easy," she whispered in a teasing tone to lighten the atmosphere as you made your way back into her room, her body clinging against yours as you both climbed back into bed. Her arms snake around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to her as her head rests against the pillow, her eyes searching yours as you can't do anything but gaze into the various shades of green that were only just visible from the gentle moonlight seeping in through the curtains.

"I let you roll over," you mutter, making her smile as you both knew that was a lie. You loved to hold her as close and as tightly as possible, it was just more comfortable. The feeling of her entire body pressed up against yours, your arms wrapped around her, was easily the most comforting thing in the world to you, the only other contender being the position of your head snuggled against her chest for obvious reasons.

"Mhmm sure you do Detka," she hums out, her fingers sliding under your shirt to trace random patterns against your skin, your eyes fixated on hers as you could stare into them forever.

Wanda can feel a slight blush taking over her cheeks at how enamoured your stare is, the soft smile on your lips filling her chest with warmth as your smile grows that little bit wider once noticing the pink tinting her cheeks. You don't say anything to tease her, simply relishing the moment with her.

"Thank you once again Detka for taking care of him," she whispers, her fingers slipping out of your shirt, your lips forming a small pout as you miss the warmth of them, the disappointed expression immediately being replaced by a relaxed one as they slide into your hair, her nails delicately scratching your scalp.

"It was nothing Wanda," you dismiss, deeming it standard to help him and give Wanda a break as she clearly needed it, your eyes fluttering close at how soothing her touch feels.

"It meant something to me," she whispers back, your eyes just about opening in time to see the heartfelt look in her eyes. You can't help but lean forwards to connect your lips, perfectly slotting them against hers softly as you kiss her with passion but also tenderness, showing her how you feel with just a simple action. "How are you so perfect?" she whispers against your lips, the smile on your face widening at the familiar words, her fingers moving to cup your cheek as she looks at you with a loving look.

"I'm not," you whisper back causing her smile to grow wider as you go along with the words.

"You are to me," she murmurs back, her tone laced with honesty and care as her fingers caress your skin.

"Look at you stealing my line," you mutter, kissing her once again, both of you smiling into it, "Thief."

"Says the person who's stolen my shirts and hoodies," she chuckles out back, making a point by sliding her hands down your body, tracing the hem of the shirt that was once hers before you stole it.

"Touche," you whisper back, hiding your face against the pillow as she chuckles at how cute you are, her hands pulling you closer. "I love you," your voice is muffled by the pillow but Wanda can still hear you, her lips pressing against your temple as your eyes close, both of you tired.

"I love you too, Detka," she whispers, her own eyes fluttering shut as her body relaxes against yours, sleep effortlessly taking over you both.

***

A smile crept onto your lips as the older woman's arms snaked around your middle from behind, her head resting on your shoulder as she watched you curiously as you made dinner, a soft and teasing expression written across her face as you leaned back against her body a little.

You were so glad that the joyful glint in Wanda's eyes re-emerged over the last couple of weeks, the stress of her mother fading away as Natalya grew stronger every day, her recovery progressing as best as it could, allowing Wanda to return to the woman you fell so deeply in love with. You could see how much happier she was with the knowledge of her mother's safety, so you decided to embrace the light mood and suggested having a family night with the twins, especially after the last couple weeks, to which she agreed to instantly. You remembered how she murmured how it was a brilliant idea before claiming your lips innocently, the intimate action soon turning not so innocent until the twin's knocked on your door, asking for help with reaching something in the kitchen this morning

"Smells delicious, Detka," she hums out, turning her head to rest against your neck as you prepare the lasagne for dinner, the dish being one of the only ones you could somehow make taste divine. Her words gently brought you out of your thoughts of earlier on in the day, the smile on your face practically engraved as you couldn't help but feel a warmth bubble in your chest at how close Wanda was to you, her fingers tracing small patterns against your shirt.

"Me or the food?" you tease, making the older woman smirk against your neck, her lips softly meeting the skin there to torment you, her teeth grazing a sensitive spot making you shudder in her arms, the spoon in your hand almost falling into the half assembled dish.

"Can I say both?" she rasps out, pressing another kiss to your neck before pulling away, resting her head on your shoulder again, smirking to herself as she could see the pink tinting your cheeks, the way you let out a small, shaky breath and moved your body closer to hers.

"No," you sigh out, making the last layer before washing your hands swiftly, turning around so you could face the older woman, her enticing green eyes focussed on you and only you. "You have to choose," you whisper in a playful tone, your own arms wrapping around her waist as you pull her body closer to yours, practically pinning you against the countertop as you peer up at her a little.

She bites her lip while thinking momentarily, her eyes flickering between your eyes and lips before she finally answers, having far too much fun teasing you.

"I'd have to say the lasagne smells better," she teases making you look at her in fake offence before she moves her mouth to the shell of your ear, her tone dropping, "But I already know what tastes better," her hands drift a little lower with her suggestive words, your cheeks now red as your eyes darken, her chuckling a little at your flustered state as you move to hide your face at the crook of her neck, melting against her body.

"You're such a tease," you mutter against her skin, the older woman aware of how easy it was to turn you on, laughing a little against your body as her fingers glided up and down your back aimlessly.

"You secretly love it, I know you do Dorogaya," she murmurs and she's right. You do love it but you don't love the constant throb between your legs when with her, just wanting to let her take you right here in the kitchen but unable to as the sound of footsteps on the stairs indicate the boys were coming down.

"Ew," groans Tommy playfully at the sight of you two, Billy smiling at the endearing position you two were in as you hugged each other, both boys unaware of the reason you were hiding your face.

"Ew," you mimic in a mocking tone, pulling away from the safety of her neck to stick your tongue out at the boy, the action making Wanda shake her head at your antics while Tommy just mirrors the action to tease you. You raise your brow at him which makes him and his brother smile at your challenging look, a mischievous glint in your eyes. Your fingers quickly move to Wanda's chin as you tilt her lips down to meet yours, both boys groaning dramatically at the display of affection while you barely even kiss Wanda, the two of you merely smiling against each other's lips at tormenting the boys in a joking manner.

"So gross," Tommy mutters once you finish making you laugh once more, the boys waiting a little impatiently as they were excited for what you had planned for 'family night'.

"So gross," you mimic again and Wanda merely smacks your behind in warning to play nice, the action out of the boys' view, your cheeks tinting back to red again while you clear your throat, ready to tell the twins the exciting plan you had promised them. "Ok so, for family night the plan is simple," your tone becomes theatrical as you look at the twins whose bodies buzz with excitement, "Build the best pillow fort ever, eat dinner and then eat a load of sugar in the best pillow fort ever."

"Yay!" Both twins say at the same time, having wanted to build a pillow fort with you for ages while Wanda snaps her head over at you, not aware of the final part of the plan.

"Excuse me?" she says, raising her brow at you and tilting her head in that deadly combo. Oh god, fix it quickly.

"I mean, an appropriate amount of sugar," you reply with a charming smile, not so subtly winking at the twins who laugh at you, Wanda rolling her eyes at your seemingly immature nature with the boys.

"If they don't sleep tonight, I won't be the one trying to get them back in bed," she warns making you chuckle, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer to you, her motherly stare faded into a soft expression at the way you gaze into her eyes with nothing but joy.

"Deal," you say without hesitation, unaware of how much harder the task would be.

***

The pillow fort lived up to its name of the best one ever, the combination of blankets, pillows and furniture taking over most of the living room as all four of you sat in the den, your eyes focussed on the twins with a regretful look.

Tommy's body hadn't stopped moving for what seemed like the past hour after you snuck him an extra bag of sweets, forgetting how hyper the boy could truly get if he had any amount of sugar, never mind the amount you had given him. Billy wasn't as bad but you saw how his leg refused to stay still as he laid on his stomach, drawing something in his sketchbook while the rest of you tried to focus on the film, Wanda too busy enjoying seeing you internally panic at having to deal with the boys.

Your body leaned further against the older woman who's back was against the bottom of the sofa, all of you laying on the abundance of blankets and pillows on the floor, her arms wrapped securely around your middle as she refused to pass on the opportunity of a cuddle, unbothered by the light teasing from the boys, knowing it was all playful. You were seated in between her legs, your fingers drawing random patterns against her legs as her fingers mirrored the action on your stomach, the two of you simply savouring each small touch as the film played on, your eyes more focussed on Tommy though who got up once again to fidget into another position.

Having had enough of his pacing, you threw a small pillow at him to get his attention, his head snapping over to you with a mischievous grin, your eyes widening as he picked up the small pillow, his hands wrapped firmly around it, his intentions clear.

"Don't you dare," you warn, Wanda chuckling and hiding her face behind your body, using you as a shield for what was about to happen.

"Pillow fight!" he declared in an enthusiastic cheer, his brother's attention immediately gained as he wanted to join in, grabbing another pillow before they both charged at you, hitting you with the pillows. Their attacks weren't powerful but they were fast, the feeling of Wanda chuckling behind you as she held you against her not helping as you tried to wriggle out of her grasp to avoid the attacks, infectious laughter spilling from everyone's lips as you tried to stop the onslaught of pillows.

Whack after whack, you couldn't stop each pillow the boys used as they could barely control their energy, chuckling after every hit, the sound of their laughter along with Wanda's causing a smile to stretch across your face despite the circumstances, your chest filled with nothing but love.

Eventually, your hands managed to grab the large pillow off Billy, throwing it somewhere where he had to retrieve it before doing the same to Tommy, giving you a space of opportunity to get payback against the older woman. Swiftly moving your body, you manoeuvred in Wanda's arms so that you were on top of her, moving to press her body down against the thick blanket laid out, her hair sprawling against it as her eyes widened, looking at you in disbelief and shock.

"Get her!" you chuckle out, moving to pin her hands above her head so she couldn't fight back, your legs straddling her waist as you smirked down at her, the boys then attacking their mother who couldn't do anything to stop the attacks due to your hold on her.

Their attacks seemed kinder to their mother, softer and not as often making you roll your eyes at the boys, continuing to encourage them to get Wanda which only fuelled the older woman's motivation to get revenge on you as she caught glimpses of your mischievous and playful smile between pillows lightly hitting her face.

When an adorable giggle left her, you couldn't help but laugh along with the twins, your grip loosening giving her the chance to flip the positions, to which she effortlessly did so as she overpowered you.

"Oh Detka, you're going to regret that," she panted out, mirroring your actions and pinning your wrists above your head, only needing one hand to keep yours still while she straddled your body lower, preventing you from using your legs as much. The boys then attack you once again, your face constantly being hit by soft fabric as you see the older woman smiling down at you softly in between hits, the sight inevitably causing you to smile as well despite noticing how they hit you harder in a joking manner.

"No!" you scream a little when you can feel Wanda's fingers start to tickle your side, your body jerking under hers as you were extremely ticklish, the boys stopping their whacks as they are too busy laughing at your reaction. Your body desperately tries to escape the feeling of her fingers gliding up and down your body, her tickling relentlessly as you wriggle under her, tears of laughter pricking at your eyes as the feeling becomes too much. "Stop, please stop," you say while laughing, unable to stop as she chuckled softly above you, tickling you a moment longer before sensing you needed to stop properly, her hands now delicately resting against you as she remained sitting on you, letting you catch your breath as your eyes fluttered shut. Your chest rose and fell as you tried to recover, gradually calming down until one last pillow hit you in the face, starting another set of giggles to spill from you, your hands reaching down to your stomach as it hurt from laughing so much.

"That's the end of the pillow war," Wanda says in a soft and gentle voice, her fingers subconsciously drawing a heart shape with her fingers against you as you calmed down once again, the boys flopping on the blanket next to you and catching their breath as well, Wanda comfortable with her position on top of you.

"That was the best pillow fight ever," Billy says in an amazed tone, his smile practically reaching his ears as he tilts his head to look at you and his mother, the sight causing Wanda to smile back softly at him, her heart melting at his tone and expression.

"It really was," you pant out, staring up at Wanda with a content expression as your hands move to interlock with hers, thumb brushing the back of her hand as you want to remain in the moment forever, the look in her eyes signalling she wished for the same thing. Wanda couldn't stop the way her chest bubbled with love, the warmth enveloping her whole body as she looked between her children and you, unable to express the pure joy she felt at the interaction.

"Can we do 'Family night' more often?" Tommy asks his mother before looking at you, sticking his tongue out at you once more as you roll your eyes at his constant antics, far too similar to his uncle's teasing ways. "I really enjoyed it," he whispers, your smile widening at his small confession.

"Of course we can," she replies in that soft and caring tone you love so much, her eyes conveying nothing but tenderness as she continues, "How about we try to have one once a month?" Both boys nod their heads eagerly at the idea, making you and the older woman both smile, her fingers still playing with yours.

"No stress," you say while looking at Wanda, her face softening, "No arguments, no homework," the boys chuckling at your last comment, "Just the four of us, having fun as a family."

"As a family," Wanda whispers back, unable to stop herself from leaning down and giving you a chaste kiss, both boys groaning once again at the display of affection which only makes the two of you laugh, the older woman moving to lay next to you as the four of you relax together, having had the perfect night.

[dilxcc]

Hi can you write baekhyun x pregnant reader? Some angst and fluff things! Maybe a little misunderstanding.

mine all mine ᡣ𐭩 byun baekhyun

fluff, misunderstanding, pregnancy, could be a red flag (he yelled at you), grammatical error

idol!baekhyun x f!reader

a/n idk how to write angst and pregnancy but i did my best so i hope you like it 🫠

as usual, your husband were home late. again. you scrolled through your social media, reading the news and liking posts mindlessly. you couldn't actually focus on any of it. especially after you encounter that one rumor of your husband.

it was a rumor that he had been seeing another woman behind your back. and those rumors were completely normal. what wasn't was, that this actually has pictures of him with a girl, smiling widely. the world knows of your marriage. a lot had been against it as he is an idol and you're just... you. hell, he always posts stuff about you on instagram. but that doesn't help your overthinking.

you know you shouldn't even care about it. yet, you do. you hate the fact that you cared so much about the rumor that everything numbs you up. it's to the point that you didn't even notice him knocking at the door, walking inside and calling for you. "sweetheart?" he called for you again, a slight confused expression on his face. when his hand laid on your shoulder, you flinched and almost punch him in the face.

"were you really spacing out that much?" he chuckled softly, caressing your hair and kissing your forehead affectionately. "why are you still awake? it's late," he asked, taking a sit on the couch beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. you pulled away from him, suddenly feeling uncomfortable from his touches. "is something wrong? why did you pull away?"

you could see the hurt and confusion etched on his face. "why were you late?" you asked, your voice barely above whisper. but he can still hear you. "baby... i told you that we're making a new album and that i would be busy for a while," his face softened a little, a hand reaching out to caress your cheek. you slapped his hand away and that caused him to snap.

"seriously, what's wrong with you?"

you didn't answer him and get up from the couch before making your way towards your shared bedroom. "don't just run off like that!" he gripped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. "don't touch me!" you ripped his hand off your wrist. "how can i not when you're not telling me what's wrong?!" he raised his voice.

you didn't like that. you didn't like his tone one bit. why did he raised his voice at you? did he not love you anymore? are your emotions too annoying for him to handle? or is it because you're not beautiful anymore due to pregnancy?

tears pricked your eyes, your lips making a pout as you tried to hold in your tears. "s-sweetheart... i'm sorry-" baekhyun pulled you into a hug, his hand caressing your back comfortingly. "i didn't mean to do that sweetheart. i'm sorry," he peppered kisses on your cheeks and wiped away your unshed tears.

"please, tell me what's wrong? what did i do wrong?" he whispered, practically begging you to tell your problems. "the rumors..." you muttered, tears gathering in your eyes again. "sweetheart, i told you many times not to believe those rumors-" he said in a desperate tone. "there's pictures this time," you bit your lip, trying to hold in your tears.

you could hear baekhyun letting out a tired sigh. he pulled you to his chest and caressed your hair. "the woman in the picture is my friend," he explained, his hug tightening as if to sooth you. "it was supposed to be a surprise for you. since she knew how to make clothes, i asked her to make us a baby shirt,"

"i could never look at anyone the way i look at you and our child," his hand went on top of your stomach and caressed it. baekhyun leaned down and pecked your pregnant belly. "this child, our baby, our love," he muttered. "please don't doubt my love for you,"

[kyohaku-kannen]

For "The Old Court Jester", I wanna see some type of karma for the family.

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 'ˎ˗

𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 in shock as he could see Y/n curled up on her bed crying. Swiftly be came from his shadow and rushed to Y/n's side. Pulling her close to him he gently ran his hand through her hair. He had only left briefly only to come back to Y/n crying. He tried to think of what could have happened to get Y/n crying in such a way. She didn't have her toxic best friends to whisper things into her ear any longer. So what was the problem, were others still bothering her?

But she didn't have any classes today, so there was no need for Y/n to go to campus.

"Moonlight..what happened..." Macaque asked after a while in a low whisper. Y/n clung to him and buried her face into his chest. His gaze finally wondered around the basement, and took notice of how some things seemed to have been packed up. Frowning he tried to think as to why Y/n was packing some of her things.

'It's obvious what happened...'

"M-My aunt is coming to visit...and..and...they want me to move out..so she has somewhere to be....I have to leave today..." Y/n explained through sobs and Macaque glared a the wall in front of him. He had grown tired of Y/n's so called family, they did nothing but hurt her. There was no way he was going to continue to sit back as they tormented her.

"Macaque..." Faltering he glanced down at Y/n who looked up at him. His gaze softened as he saw the tears streaming down Y/n's face. Gently he took a hold of Y/n's face and used his thumb to wipe her tears.

"Can...can you help me pack?" With that Y/n continued to pack, now with the help of Macaque. With the help of the simian it made it far easier to be out of the house within the day she'd been given. Although it wasn't easy to try and find a place to stay at.

"I think now..." Y/n looked away from the ceiling she stared at. Macaque gently sat her up and took a hold of her hands. Y/n smiled softly as she looked down at their hands. They sat on the bed of the hotel room that Y/n had managed to get. It was quiet, peaceful with no one to interrupt.

"..Is the perfect time to cut them off... because they made their decision.." Macaque said resting his forehead against hers, letting his eyes fall close. Y/n smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying Macaque's presence.

"Yeah...I should have done this a long time ago..." Y/n whispered but then a thought came to mind. Opening her eyes she pulled her hands away from Macaque's. Taking a hold of Macaque's face she tilted his head slightly and looked up at him. Opening his eyes he looked down at Y/n with a small smile.

"I'll forget about them...and you should too..I won't worry about them further, they're out of our lives." Y/n whispered and Macaque smiled before taking a hold of her hands. Closing his eyes he gently began to kiss at the palms of her hands. She wasn't an idiot, she could tell the obvious obsessive behavior Macaque had. It was surprising and she really thought that perhaps she was wrong but the events that have unfolded prove otherwise.

'I should be worried at the thought of him killing my family....'

But the thought of it just made her numb.

"We shouldn't worry about them anymore..I won't worry about them anymore..no more hurt.." She smiled and Macaque smiled back before pulling her into a hug.

"Maybe now things can get better..."

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"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Macaque raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar voice and looked over the corner. Y/n parents were all he could see unfortunately,but they were arguing with someone. He could hear them but he couldn't exactly see them.

"Did you forget that you have another daughter! What type of parents are you!?"

"That disappointment isn't our daughter, she was just a mistake made to keep our marriage together!" Macaque frowned at the words of Y/n's mother. Slowly he sunk into his shadow before his projected shadow traveled again the floor.

"You two make me fucking sick. I hope you know in your ignorance you lost another daughter in all of this. I'd be surprised if either of them even showed up to your funeral if you passed." Macaque could now see the woman and it made him realize that he'd seen the woman before. The woman was Y/n's aunt, she had showed him pictures of the woman. Y/n always spoke fondly of the woman along with her grand parents.

'I suppose she isn't at fault, it didn't seem like she even knew of the new arrangement..'

"How dare you!" With that Y/n's mother raised her hand and harshly slapped Y/n's aunt across the face. The aunt was left shocked while the husband stood with his arms cross behind his wife.

"We open our home to you and you insult us. Get out." The husband spoke as he glared at the aunt that stood in shock. Slowly the aunt touched her face before looking over to the married couple in front of her. Glaring she raised her hand before slapping the wife across the face.

"Neither of you deserve your children, I hope you two never get to see them again and they live a happy life without you." With that the aunt stormed out of the house with the husband chasing after the woman. Macaque watched as Y/n's mother sat on the couch and began to cry.

"We made such a mistake...we wouldn't have to deal with her if we had just gone to counseling" She sobbed and her husband walked into the living room and stared down at her.

"Did you ever even care for her.." She looked up to him with confusion but was left surprised with how coldly he stared down at her.

"There are truth to everyone's words...we've been horrible parents..." Slowly he walked over and sat down on the far end of the couch.

"What are you talking about, that brat is nothing like R-"

"That's the problem...we pretend like we don't have another daughter..she tries so hard and yet we shut her out..." He held his head in his hands and his wife looked at him with confusion and disgust. Standing up from the couch she began to shout at her husband.

"Why are you suddenly saying all this nonsense, you had my back moments ago." Slowly he looked up at her with a dark glare.

"Because your my wife..I was taught to always be on my significant others side..and yes your my wife but I think that should change.." She looked at her husband in disbelief at his words. Macaque watched the two sit in silence and tried his best to hold back a snicker.

"We may never be able to see our daughters again...I don't think I can ever fix what we've done.."

"Your right-" Y/n's father shot up from the couch, both him and his wife turned to the voice. The room slowly grew darker but a silhouette of Macaque that glowed faintly slowly crept up the wall.

"You won't be seeing them again~" They both stumbled back with Y/n's mother letting out a scream of fear.

"You should have appreciated what you had old man."

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"What..." Y/n mumbled as she stared off in shock, her phone slipping from her hand. She had been cooking dinner for both her and Macaque when she had suddenly gotten a call. It had been from her aunt making her excitedly answer. What she didn't expect was to hear the news she had.

"They're gone.."

"Moonlight I'm back~" Slowly she began to look over her shoulder and could see Macaque happily walking into the kitchen. He smiled happily as he walked into the kitchen but it quickly dropped once he saw Y/n. Rushing over to Y/n, he took a hold of her face.

"What's wrong-did something happen, is someone bothering you again?"

"Macaque did you kill them." His eyes widened at this and Y/n simply stared back at him. Frowning he tried to think of something to say, he opened his mouth to simply let a lie slip through.

"Dont lie to me.." Y/n then pulled away from him, leaving him slightly startled. He didn't want her to pull away from him, he didn't want her to fear or hate him.

"I had to, they hurt you far too much! You didn't hear what I heard- the way they talked about you!" Macaque took a hold of Y/n's shoulders, desperate to get her to understand why he'd ended the lives of her parents. Y/n stared up at Macaque who grew more anxious and desperate from her silence. Sighing she reached up and took a hold of Macaque's face.

"I...I'd appreciate if you didn't kill anymore of my family..okay?" Macaque was shocked but his shock quickly turned into happiness. And much like he'd always done, he took a hold of Y/n's hand and kissed her palm.

"Alright.."

"Kill my older sister and I'll never forgive you." Y/n spoke coldly surprising Macaque and making him pause from giving another kiss to Y/n's palm. Looking at Y/n he could see the cold look that she gave him and it hurt.

"..I promise I won't hurt her..."

"Good.." Y/n sighed before taking on of her hands from Macaque's grip. Reaching up she gently patted his head surprising him. Happily he leaned into Y/n's touch.

"I won't let anyone else hurt you.."

"...Make sure you don't get yourself hurt okay."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Alrighty skipping right to when the parents got alt f4'd. I'm having a little too much fun writing these little snippets. I'm going to keep writing these but I do have the new version that's actually posted. Still gotta finish writing the first chapter though. Also I'm making these parts off the old notes from the old version of story that got scrapped. That being said none of these are pre written, I just scrapped the ideas for the old one.

[mdhwrites]

Is TOH Worse By Having Character Arcs?

In a story theoretically about inclusivity, finding your space and accepting who you are... Is it right that so many people change as drastically as they do?

This is going to be a bit of an odd topic because pop culture nowadays reveres the concept of the character arc almost above any other aspect of writing. If your characters do not exhibit change, how can they be deep or interesting? Where is the story in a character who mostly stays static? And that's not a bad instinct because a character overcoming some major flaw or corrupted ideal they hold onto is very compelling.

However, character arcs are like any part of writing: They are a TOOL for the writer to use. Just like with any tool, it won't fit every job. Not every story needs large, grand arcs. So was The Owl House a story where this tool should have been applied?

I argue no, despite the fact that its character arcs are such a lauded part of it. This isn't entirely because there is no space for character arcs in its themes but that its goals are... touchy when it comes to the idea of change. That requires us to first ask what those goals are in the first place.

Well, the show isn't always very good at defining these but if I'm being generous, we'll go with: The idea that one shouldn't be ashamed for who they are.

The need for a space where you can feel safe and like yourself.

Self expression and self determination being the greatest virtues in both people and society.

As a base this isn't bad. The middle one is dangerous because it can very quickly become isolationist but they do all point in the same direction of a story that wants to make sure that 'the other' doesn't feel wrong simply for not conforming to what society expects of them. Whether this is stereotypes pushed upon them, anxieties over things like sexuality, generational gaps, etc. like that, there's PLENTY to explore. Even if you want to go less severe, there's just a lot of quirks, especially in modern society, that can lead to someone feeling fake or wrong or weird, including feeling like you lean too much on your own stereotype just because you genuinely like makeup or the like.

The problem for TOH becomes that only the more extreme version actually supports real, long term character arcs. Someone who is deeply entrenched in a toxic element of society figuring out ways to be themselves despite the prejudice before them. In the show, the only person who actually faces anything like this is Eda since the society of the Isles actually DOES push down on what she believes is her identity as a wild witch. Unfortunately, Eda's arc isn't about grappling with her position as a wild witch and how that separates her from the world and family but more about softening up, getting rid of the activities she used to love/kept her alive and becoming maternal rather than embracing the wild side that made her a wild witch in the first place.

In other words, her arc is about flipping her character around rather than about embracing who she is. Which, you know... Goes against the goals of the show.

Pretty much every arc is like this. Amity goes from being extremely driven about magic and caring about her future in this world, as well as having anxieties about her family to the point where she takes drastic action to get ahead... To caring only about her girlfriend and marginally about maybe keeping some okay relations with her family. Instead of any of her drive, intelligence, cunning, etc. like that being refined by smoothing out the rougher edges and realizing she shouldn't be cruel in order to succeed in her ambitions, her ambitions are blamed on someone else and otherwise her character entirely inverts for the sake of... Luz. Which, you know... Luz needing a maternal figure for her found family is much of why, in hindsight, it feels like Eda became motherly. For Luz.

Hunter becomes a soft boy because when he gets his staff back and reminds her that he is a loyal member of the EC, she disapproves. Hell, 90% of what Hunter ever does in the show is for someone else's approval or survival, with him even ending up following after an ancestor almost 1:1, making him probably the least self-accepting character in the entire cast. Lilith falls under similar issues. She was driven and even had appeared to have softened with age, wanting to usher in new witches into their best forms as part of her job, and then... She stops. She gives up on all of her ambitions besides a little bit of a grudge against someone else and is turned into a joke for the most part. Even her trauma is mocked which doesn't seem to have literally ever been something she would have accepted, young or old nor is it something a show about acceptance should include.

And you might notice that most of the problems for these characters I'm describing aren't for themselves. Solving them isn't about self actualization. At best, they are about getting out of shitty situations but you can do that without changing the core of the character. You can have Luz save someone from death but then have who they are reject Luz anyways because of her position in society. People are complex like that. After all, if you wish for acceptance for what you care about, you naturally have to extend that kindness to others and their interests (so long as those interests aren't hateful/harmful, etc. like that. Do not tolerate Nazis.)

Amity for example is at worst a bully. She isn't hateful, she's just mean as a function of how she sees EVERYONE as an enemy. A competitor who she needs to guard against. You can develop her, because not all development forms a character arc, into still being driven, still desiring to be better, but now she understands that she doesn't need to be an island. That she can drop her guard sometimes and when she needs to crush something, it's an actual enemy. Instead, her desires, beliefs, friends, family, etc. are all put to the pyre. They are not allowed to coexist with the 'correct' version of her, not without them having to also change in a similar manner to her. To a state that the show is willing to deem acceptable in a wider sense.

Why is that a thing in a show about self acceptance and realization? How is that self-expression or self-determination? How is that understanding?

And that's why I think in the end, The Owl House's character arcs hurt it more than anything else.

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[aectpen]

STRAWBERRY ✯ 𝙕𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙊!

m.list

synopsis: 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥

pairing: Zhang Hao of ZB1 and fem!oc

status: ongoing

chapter 12: we don't talk anymore

that evening, rina bid farewell to hao without discussing the confrontation she had with hyemi and haemin. she avoided contemplating the potential consequences of her actions, realizing that no positive outcome seemed likely. despite her certainty that she would never reveal confidential information to them, she remained on the fence about the possibility of cutting contact with him.

hao observed a shift in her demeanor that evening. it appeared as though her thoughts were elsewhere. whenever he attempted to approach her, she withdrew. each time he asked her about her well-being, she simply shrugged. she longed to confide in him, but with his packed schedule, she hesitated to burden him further. despite his numerous commitments, he chose to dedicate his free day to her, and she was reluctant to spoil it for him.

it had been three weeks since they had last seen each other. rina continued working at the store, while hao fulfilled his idol duties. they texted each other the mandatory good morning and good night, without any teasing or jokes like they usually did. it started with rina's texts getting dry as she had something else in mind, then it became intentional.

on hao's end, he interpreted it as her losing interest in the relationship. he blamed his idol schedule for keeping him away from her. no matter how many times he asked her what was wrong, she assured him that she was fine and everything was okay. he never believed her, but he left it alone.

as for haemin and hyemi, they were frustrated with the state of the two's relationship. they couldn't get any dirt on hao if rina wasn't seeing him. they left rina alone in hopes of her thinking they weren't keeping an eye on her, but they got nothing from it.

"rina," hao spoke through the phone. he gave rina a call while she walked home from work.

"hi hao, what are you doing tonight?"

"nothing, you?"

"nothing."

the line was silent for a moment. "great, i'll come to your apartment."

"no!" rina responded a little too fast.

hao tried to mask the lump in his throat with a sly comment, "you got a guy over, or what?"

"hao, don't you have your comeback showcase tomorrow? you should rest well."

"rina, seriously what is wrong? did i do something bad? please tell me so i can fix it." he sounded devastated.

"you didn't do anything wrong. i'll explain it to you, but i don't think now is the right time. you shouldn't be stressed." rina's heart ached for him. she didn't know that he blamed himself for her actions.

"be honest with me. just because i'm an idol doesn't mean any conflict in my life will make my head explode. stop treating me different." hao struggled to not raise his voice.

rina stayed quiet for a while. this is exactly what she didn't want.

"we can't see each other in person for now, we have to be careful."

"why? did someone figure us out?"

"it's haemin and her friend, and they threatened to expose us if i don't give her information. i didn't want to tell you because i thought i should just handle it myself."

"how would you even handle it yourself? why wouldn't you just tell me this in the first place?"

the thing is, rina could ask herself that same question. if there's one thing she hated the most in life, it was conflict. the moment haemin and hyemi brought conflict to their relationship, she felt like it was over. she couldn't handle the anxiety of maintaining a relationship with a popular idol, especially now when there is people close to her trying to take them down.

"i don't want you to have problems, that's all," her voice just above a whisper.

"were you going to break up with me?"

rina didn't want to answer that question, it was quite obvious she was pulling away to soften the blow, she just didn't want to admit it. admitting it would make her come to terms with the fact that she was never ready for this relationship in the first place. she would also have to admit that she is not always rational.

"i guess i'll take your silence as a yes." and with that, he hung up on her.

[votestaynight]

8th day "Sword and Magic II" (scene 2)

…Why does she desire battle so much?

I might be able to understand Saber's mindset if I can find out why she seeks the Holy Grail, the reward of the Holy Grail War.

But, is that really something I can ask her?

"…Saber. Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes. What is it, Shirou?"

"The reason I seek the Holy Grail? Can it not be because I desire it? The Holy Grail is an almighty vessel. There is no wish that cannot be granted if one possesses it. One needs no reason to seek such a thing."

"Um, it's something I forgot to ask.

You're lending me your power because you also want the Holy Grail, right?

So――what do you want from the Holy Grail?"

"――No. That's not what I'm asking.

Saber, you're trying not to answer my question, right?"

"Oh――Shirou, that's…"

"I don't want to know the reason you seek it. I want to know what the wish you want granted is.

…But if you don't want to say, that's fine. My wishes aren't things I can talk about either."

"―――――"

Saber closes her mouth awkwardly.

…Well, it's only natural.

Saber didn't form the contract to help me personally.

Since the only ones who can obtain the Holy Grail are the Masters, she is only helping me to take share in the reward.

That is why she must be hesitating to tell her wish, and most of all――I myself don't want to hear Saber describe a selfish wish.

…So I shouldn't have asked.

After all, it's rude for a person without a clear wish to ask other people's wishes.

"――Shirou. Is that a command as a Master?"

Suddenly.

Saber asks the question with a serious expression.

"Eh… no, it's not. I didn't intend that.

I was just curious about you. Sorry for asking you about it."

"…No. As a Servant, I certainly must tell my Master my wish.

Shirou, I seek the Holy Grail to fulfill an obligation. I want the power of the Holy Grail to accomplish a duty I could not accomplish during my lifetime."

Directly.

With honest eyes, she says so.

"…Accomplish a duty…? During your lifetime… you mean, before you became a Servant…?"

"…Yes. But I do not know my true intentions myself.

Perhaps I only desire to redo things again."

Saber looks down quietly.

For a moment.

She looks like a repentant lost child.

"…Fufu. Rin would be mad if she heard that. She is not someone who would say such a thing. She would use the Holy Grail purely for her own benefit, but it would not be something that would bring chaos to the world."

"――I-I see. Anyways, I'm relieved.

I was worried what I should do if you said something like Tohsaka, like your dream is to take over the world."

"Really? I think we should never let her have the Holy Grail for a completely different reason."

I nod to myself.

Saber is watching me with a gentle expression.

That's the end of the conversation.

It was a subject I should have kept away from.

The atmosphere is softened by talk of Tohsaka, so let's end this conversation right here.

"―――――"

But a small pain remains in my chest.

Even though I'm relieved that Saber's wish isn't a vulgar one, I think there's something wrong with that wish of hers.

Before I realize it, it's noon.

"It is lunchtime, Shirou."

"Yeah, it's lunchtime."

We confirm this to each other as both our stomachs growl.

"――Let's eat. Is there something you'd like, Saber?"

"Nothing in particular. I am mostly satisfied with the food you prepare."

Saber's expression is a bit strange.

…Well, it helps that she's not nagging like Tohsaka.

"Then I'll go to get some groceries. I'll come home around the same time as yesterday, so go on ahead to the living room."

"Yes. I'll be waiting, Shirou."

I decide to try making shrimp dumpling, which I have wanted to try making for a while.

It's a dish that's a bit larger than takoyaki, and it's really hot and tasty.

"…I bought some mustard, and also the snacks for the three o'clock tea…."

I put the groceries into the bicycle cart.

――Oh yeah.

I met Ilya here yesterday.

"――She's not here."

No, it would be a problem if she was here everyday, but not having her here is rather disappointing.

…I haven't told Saber or Tohsaka that I met Ilya yesterday.

Because Ilya didn't seem like an enemy, I was hesitant to tell them about her.

"…No way. Just because she was here yesterday doesn't mean she'll be here today."

So, I get on the bike and――

[waltwhitmansbeard]

4 and or 35 with mfl vaxleth if you're interested?

35. 'your problem is my problem'

turned my water into wine #10

Something is off. Keyleth can feel the anxious energy radiating off of Vax as they walk through the halls. She's on her way to a meeting with her father and Master Gilmore about the economic health of the nation at this point in the war, and this is exactly the type of thing that typically has her vibrating with nervous energy. It does not help her now that Vax, too, is jittering and distracted.

They are early enough that Keyleth is able to duck into an unused parlor a hallway before her father's study, dragging Vax in behind her as she closes the door. "What—?"

His question is cut off when she rounds on him. "What on earth is the matter with you?"

Vax looks bewildered. "I...have I done something to offend you?"

She sighs. "No, I mean..." It is a risk, but she cannot stop herself from taking his hands in hers. "Something is wrong. Your head is a thousand miles away, and that worries me. Did something happen?"

The anxiety takes on a new edge now—he is embarrassed. "Truly, it is nothing." He's barely meeting her gaze. "It's my problem, and I can handle it."

"First of all..." She squeezes his hands until his eyes meet hers. "...your problem is my problem, because I love you." His face softens at that. "Second of all, it cannot both be 'nothing' and something for you to handle. You are distressed, Vax, and therefore so am I. Tell me, please."

The smile he gives her is so tender, it's a wonder she can remain standing. He leans forward to press a kiss to her forehead. "You are going to miss your meeting."

"Damn my meeting!" she insists. "Vax, no one has ever cared for me the way that you do, and I will not let another moment go by with you not understanding that I care for you just as fiercely."

His eyes flick up, and she can tell that she's won. "It's..." He sighs. "It's money, Keyleth." He laughs a low, humorless laugh. "It's always money. My sister and I...our rent is being increased, fifteen gold a month." Keyleth's jaw drops; that is a dramatic increase. "We're...working on a solution."

Keyleth pulls him by the hands to a sofa. "Tell me, is it just you or are others seeing similar rent increases?"

"Our neighbor, Rami, hers is going up as well, though not quite as much. Keyleth." He cups her face in one hand. "You do not have to worry about us. We will figure it out."

"No!" Keyleth brushes his hand away and stands. "This is not just your problem. If rent prices are going up around Zephrah, then there is an economic force making them go up, and it is my responsibility, my father's responsibility, to correct the issue!"

Vax watches her gesticulate with his eyes wide. "Al...right."

"Come." She reaches down, grabs his hand, and yanks him to his feet, marching toward the door. "You will attest to my father and Master Gilmore of these rent increases, and together we will solve the issue and prevent our neighbors from being thrust from their homes."

He starts to tug back on his hand. "No, Kiki, I really shouldn't—"

It isn't until the door is open to the hall once more that she releases his hand and looks back at him. "Your problem is my problem, remember? Let me help you."

She pleads to him with her eyes. She will forever be indebted to him, never able to repay him for all of the endless joy he has brought into her quiet, lonely life. If she must upend the nation's coffers to keep him and his sister in their home, then she will do so gladly, just to see this terrible anxiety leave his eyes.

Finally he nods. "Alright. If you insist."

"I do." And because she is so very silly, so very reckless, she darts forward, quick as a hummingbird, to press her lips to his for half a heartbeat before spinning around and striding confidently toward her father's study.

[bethany-thinking]

Read Along: For Women Only: Your Love Is Not Enough (part 2)

I'm realizing that if I respond to everything that this book says that's obviously wrong, it's going to take way too long to write this series and I'm not a serious blogger. I think maybe I'll try to just stick to the things we shouldn't do. So far, we have offering to help fix a DVD player, asking our husbands to stop and get directions, and giving advice that turns into instruction and we are only half-way through chapter 2! Can't wait to see what we get to add to this list!

Need #3: Respect in communication.

"Telling your husband that he's not really a fix-it-type person." Lest you think, yes that sounds a bit rude, no worries it's clearly stated that in this particular situation the woman wasn't being rude. So just don't say that.

"a simple female reminder" The example given is reminding your husband that the kitchen wall is damaged and needs to be fixed. Men see this as an "accusation of laziness or mistrust."

Too blunt of a question! Feldman drafted a survey question that would make men feel bad so she needed to soften it. (The bad question: "Do you know how to put together a romantic event that your partner would enjoy?") So, women make sure you "soften your approach." (I haven't read the man book but how much do you want to bet it's going to have some nonsense about how women don't say what they want clearly after this book just told women to be less direct.)

Feldman says we shouldn't have to walk on eggshells but honestly what else is this advice? I mean she even actually states that the men are even seeing disrespect where none is intended. But somehow that is still women's problem.

Need #4: Disrespect in Public

This section actually has a subtitle "the most fragile thing on the planet." Honestly, it's a good thing the men aren't supposed to read this book because I think a lot of men would find being called the most fragile thing on the planet really insulting.

Don't criticize in public (including teasing) -- okay, if you are communicating about your partner in a way that's making them feel embarrassed in public, yes that's not nice but again how is this different from men to women?

Also, don't talk negatively behind their backs.

This advice at this point of life really bothers me. I have seen over and over again how this type of advice is used to control and keep women from getting help and advice in abusive or non-healthy relationships. Yes, of course, we should be kind and not saying unfair and hurtful things about people in front of them or behind their back and you should consider who you are opening up to, but it's not healthy to say that you can never say anything negative about your partner.

Need #5: Respect in our assumptions

Basically, just assume the best even if the evidence point elsewhere. I mean again, this is okayish advice if it were just balanced a bit.

There is a teeny-tiny section of text at the end where she acknowledges that maybe some people are at the point in marriage that they just don't respect their man at all. Her tip, just do it anyways and maybe that will fix stuff.

That's the end of chapter 2. Why are these books handed out still? It's not great advice for any marriage, I know as a woman one of my biggest communication issues has been that I'm not direct enough because of years of socialization to soften everything and be indirect. I've had to unlearn and practice being direct and clear especially if the communication is negative.

I think a great example is the example of nagging about the house project. Women often are socialized to hint or soften their approaches which then makes it less clear to others what they need. A clear discussion about how the project is important to you and that you need reassurance that it is a priority and that your husband is going to take care of it rather than just push it off is a much better solution than just not saying anything and than constant hinting or nagging. But Feldman instead just basically tells you to not say anything. That's only going to prop up one person in the relationship.

In a good relationship, these things often sort themselves out. The wife follows the advice but feels disappointed that the project isn't getting done. When the husband finally figures it out (because he's human and not a mind reader), he feels terrible that he didn't realize it was a priority and says hey, please tell me next time. And the next time there is a project maybe he asks more questions to make sure he understands his wife's needs. Maybe the wife accidentally nags her husband about it and he gets mad, and after a discussion they both decide to be more clear and patient.

But in an abusive or selfish relationship, the wife being quiet fixes nothing. In a relationship where maybe it's not abusive but the couple just struggles with basic communication skills, being quiet isn't going to fix anything either.

This chapter has little advice to actually help people have better relationships. This kind of advice might make marriages seem better because it's going to cut down on conflict if one person stops speaking anything negative. What's the cost though?

[nuravity]

there was something I wanted to tell you, in fact, there was something on my mind, about what you said to Himiko about "taking responsibility" You said that because that is the same words that would say to yourself and would actually do. in fact, most heroes who say stuff like that is usually talking about themselves and telling other to do what they do with no regard for their perspectives. you were speaking to yourself not Himiko and that kind of irritated me a bit. you weren't honest with Himiko about yourself because agreeing with Himiko is like admitting that she is right and it put a dent in your bullish ego. the whole speech on about "right and wrong" is something someone privileged would say when they never went through any struggles. I agreed with Himiko about the rules only being created for a select few and about this society not being a place to live in I’ve seen a lot of problems with it and in fact it sucks. I know Himiko killed people I am not absolving her of it no not at all. But I was thinking should we really condemn someone if we ignored the problems about society. and shouldn't we approach things with empathy and understanding? instead of condemnation?

Send antagonizing anons to my muse.

Ochako's brows furrowed at the words said to her. She could actually agree on some of the words that the stranger told her. She had less knowledge about Toga when she said those words...but now, she was trying to understand more. "I understand that society isn't perfect and that villains are villains to a lot of heroes. But...I don't want to help just villains. I wanted to help everybody and so, I can't just ignore the things she has done."

She paused for a moment, gaze softening. "I just...didn't understand her that time. I wasn't willing to really listen to her when I said those things. But now...I know that despite wanting her to take responsibility for her actions, I won't condemn her for them. I think that's...what helps me to save everyone."

[theprettyarachnid]

arcane char reaction to the reader being angry with them.

i'm just brainstorming, you know?

a/n: i have the "reeses puff, reeses puff eat em up" audio stuck in my head on repeat (also this is in the scenario where they are wrong in the argument)

warnings: none(?)

Jinx

🕷 She usually doesn't care when someone is mad at her but when it comes to you, it's an entirely different story

🕷 Jinx hates when you're upset with her because it reminds her of the last time she saw Vi

🕷 She does not leave you alone, always in the corner staring at you like a kicked puppy

🕷 Eventually you have to give in and stop ignoring her because you actually start to feel bad

Vi

🕷 Vi is a hot head so more often than not she lets the anger get the best of her and will unfortunately say things she regrets later on

🕷 The second you storm off in the other direction, she realizes that she shouldn't have said the things she did and starts beating herself up over it

🕷 Probably goes to work out to blow off some steam before going back home to talk to you

🕷 When she finds you in your shared bedroom, curled up and glaring at the wall, Vi quietly walks over and sits on the edge of the bed

🕷 She fumbles with her hands or scratches the back of her neck when apologizing because she's unsure if you're going to forgive her or if she truly royally fucked up

Caitlyn

🕷 Caitlyn is a fixer

🕷 Any time she knows you're upset with her, she immediately tries to fix the problem

🕷 This is also one of the reasons why you two don't really fight that much

🕷 as well as she's pretty level-headed

🕷 She tries to get you talking about it as soon as you're not as upset so you two can figure it out together

Viktor

🕷 When he sees how upset you've gotten by the end of the argument, his heart breaks a little

🕷 He hates seeing you upset and when he knows he's caused it, his guilt is even worse

🕷 Viktor tries giving you space although it can be kind of difficult because he wants to apologize as soon as possible

🕷 But he knows you need time to calm down so he refrains himself

🕷 He actually comes home that night because even though you're mad at him, he doesn't want to be away from you

🕷 So he waits to come home when you're asleep and crawls into bed with you, kissing the top of your head

🕷 Viktor does small things for you to make you soften up a bit such as turning up the heat in the apartment when he knows you're coming home soon and it's cold outside

🕷 When you're really not budging, he makes you stay put in whatever room you're in until you two make up

Jayce

🕷 Jayce has a really bad habit of believing he's always right

🕷 He's constantly trying to break out of the mentality since dating you but old habits die hard

🕷 So unfortunately, whenever you two fight there's a bit of awkward tension for a bit

🕷 The more time that passes by though, the more Jayce realizes that he was in the wrong which makes him feel really guilty

🕷 He's the first one to break the ice, even if it's not with words

🕷 You're sitting on the couch when he comes over and if you try and get up, he just gently grabs your hand while giving you an apologetic look

🕷 Might take him a second but eventually he finds the right words to get his thoughts out and apologize

Silco

🕷 This man is emotionally constipated, the closest you'll get to an apology is him buying you new jewelry

🕷 He may not want to admit it but he knows that he fucked up and the only way he knows how to make it up to you is buying you stuff

🕷 Silco probably hates being ignored the most, he would much rather you yell at him and take all your anger out him, because he's never been ignored. Ever.

🕷 definitely the 'fuck it out' not 'talk it out' type lmao

🕷 When his usual tactics don't work though, he buys you a really fancy bouquet of flowers with a note that says something along the lines of 'i was... wrong and i don't like you ignoring me so come to my office.'

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The Babysitter (22)

I've Got You Detka

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

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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I've Got You Detka

Warnings: Teenage party (eg underaged drinking etc), Homophobic language and slurs, Character death, talks of grief, brief talks of self hate and implied internalised homophobia

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Wanda's face softened when she saw her children running in, grins plastered on their faces as they somehow managed to keep all the popcorn in the bowls while rushing to sit. Her eyes contained an enamoured glint as Tommy rushed over to her, moving to press his body into her side while keeping the warm bowl of the treat in his lap, sharing some with Wanda before her gaze moved over to you.

She knew that her boys were very affectionate people, always loving contact with her but she found it adoring that they craved the same contact with you, always trying to hug you in some way after finding out about the two of you all those weeks ago. What made her heart melt was how much Billy seemed to like to hug you, his body moving to rest in between yours as you sat on the sofa, letting his body slide against yours so his back was flush against your front, him also sharing the tasty food with you. The content expression on the older woman's face faltered when she saw your eyes, the usual happiness not surfacing in them, instead a distracted and crestfallen look.

You had been quieter the last few days, Wanda accepting your comments of just being 'tired' but now she was starting to get concerned as you zoned out in your spiral of thoughts.

Throughout the film, the event being a new tradition between the four of you on a Saturday night, her eyes wandered over to your form on the other sofa, trying to gauge whether you were lost in thought or back to reality. You seemed to come back a few times, only briefly to wrap your arms around Billy or take a piece of popcorn before drifting off again, a small frown forming on the other woman's face.

Had she said something recently? Were you uncomfortable with the twins knowing? Did something happen at college?

Swarms of questions filled her mind as the film continued to play, eventually coming to an end and the twins ready for bed, their bodies becoming exhausted after the long day of fun. Wanda helped them to bed as you went off to her room quietly, the Sokovian determined to quickly tuck the twins in so she could check on you.

Her heart broke when she heard a sob erupt from the back of your throat when she walked in, rushing over to your form on the edge of the bed.

"Detka," she cooed in the softest tone she could, kneeling by the end of the bed while one of her hands went to your knee to give a comforting squeeze, the other brushing your hair out of your face. "What's wrong Moya Lyubov?"

Her gentle tone and soothing actions don't stop the tears spilling down your cheeks, another harsh sob being forced out of you as Wanda moves to stand, letting you bury your face against her stomach as your arms wrap around her body, desperately trying to keep her as close as possible. Her fingers delicately scratched at your scalp, murmurs of loving words falling from her lips as your cries gradually quietened, your grip never ceasing on her.

"I miss him," you croak out hoarsely, the words slightly muffled as you didn't move your face from where it was pressed against her. "I miss him so much," Wanda's brows furrow, unsure of who you were referring to.

"Miss who, Detka?" she cautiously asks, not wanting to further upset you. You slowly move your face away from her, wiping your wet cheeks before looking up at her with a heartbroken expression etched onto your face.

"My dad," you whisper and Wanda can feel her heart clench at the amount of pain you must be feeling, wrapping her arms around your body and moving you both around until you are practically sitting sideways in her lap. Tomorrow was the anniversary of his death and everything just seemed to hit you at once, body melting against her comforting embrace.

"Oh Detka," she coos over and over again, your face burying at the crook of her neck as she lets her hands rub slow, soothing circles against your back. "I've got you," she presses a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there as she can feel tears brewing in her own ears.

She can't imagine losing one of her parents so young, the idea of losing them now terrifying her. She couldn't imagine the agonising pain in your heart, especially as she knew there was something about your father's death that troubled you even more than expected.

When you seem to calm a little, Wanda tentatively speaks up,

"Do you want to talk about him?" you pull away from her neck at her words, Wanda fearing that you would resent the idea.

"He was amazing," your tone is barely audible, Wanda's hand cupping your jaw as you lean into her touch, eyes fluttering close as a tear spills from your eyes. "I loved him so much and he didn't deserve to die," there's a bitterness to your voice, eyes opening and meeting concerned green, hurt swirling in your eyes. "It's my fault he's dead."

"Detka," Wanda's voice cracks at how small you seem, her hand keeping your face level with hers, your eyes still looking into hers, "You can't blame yourself."

"But it's my fault," desperation and pain laces your tone, "If I was good- If I had listened and been- Been normal, none of it would have happened."

"Dorogaya," she lets you turn your face away, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. She wants to tell you that it's not your fault, that you aren't to blame but she doesn't know what occurred, "What happened?"

You turn back to look at her, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. When you see the pure love and care in her eyes, you push past through the nerves and anxiety, needing to get it off your chest.

***

2 years ago

Glass rattled in your bag as you shot Natasha a sheepish look, the bottles of alcohol bumping against each other in your bag as you walked into the Bishop's residence, the music and sound of teenagers drowning out the noise. By the time you two had arrived, the party was in full swing, drunk teenagers already messing about in the living room, many dancing to the blaring music as you squeezed your way through the rooms until you made it to the kitchen.

"I wonder where Kate is," you say while placing all the drinks you had brought onto the marble top, Natasha already pouring you and herself a drink. At your words, her lips tugged up into a knowing smirk, your brow raising at your best friend's smug and mischievous expression. "What?" your tone confused as you took the drink from her, playing the words off as if you were interested in where the host of the party was before taking a large sip, throat burning at whatever concoction she had made, her tolerance to alcohol far better than yours as she drank almost half of the red cup.

"Nothing," she chuckles out, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and single handedly pouring more alcohol into her cup, guiding you through the large house that belonged to the girl you were searching for, "It's just when you and Kate are together, something always seems to happen."

"Like what?" you say innocently, a smile taking over your face as you know what she's referring to, her laugh just about audible as the music becomes louder as you enter the main room where everyone was.

"Don't you remember what you did to Mr Fury's house?" your shoulders shrug nonchalantly at her words, another chuckle escaping the redhead as she shakes her head at your antics, emerald eyes spotting someone, "Speaking of the devil."

"Hey Y/n, Nat," Kate greets, her eyes peering over the rim of her glass as she looks at you with a tender gaze, her eyes flickering over to Natasha who has a playful expression written on her face. Natasha turns her gaze to you, your teeth nervously biting on your lip as you stare at the other girl, eyes devouring her outfit.

"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds to it," the redhead teases, your mouth dropping as your friend reveals that she knows about you and Kate, your girlfriend chuckling as she sips her drink again. "I need to find Clint anyway, he owes me a tenner," she grumbles, giving you a wink as she walks bast the brunette, pausing when Kate couldn't see her and turning back to you, making a lewd gesture with her fingers and tongue making your cheeks flush a dark shade of red.

"How about we get out of here?" she murmurs in your ear, her body practically pressed up against you as everyone else was too busy in their own worlds, not noticing either of you. Your body heats up at the close proximity, an excited but also nervous feeling throughout you at her suggestive tone, your head nodding slowly. Her hand encases yours, gently dragging you away from the thriving party, the buzz from whatever drink Natasha made starting to increase your confidence as you walked through the Bishop residence.

Laughter spilt from your lip as you made it to the third floor of her ridiculously large house, Kate muttering nonsense into your ears that caused you to chuckle. Her hand had drifted to your waist as she walked you through the long corridor, this area out of bounds for those in the party.

"Where are we going I wonder?" you mutter playfully in a faux oblivious tone, leading the way to her room as she smiles at you, opening her door before closing it and pressing you up against it.

"Where do you want to go?" She rasps out while pressing a slow and sensual kiss to your lips, hands trailing lower to your hips as she presses her body further into yours, a soft moan escaping you. Her mouth peppers kisses along your jaw, the feeling of her lips sending waves of arousal through you, especially when her lips meet your neck. The hot open mouthed kiss she places at the juncture of your neck has your head lolling back against the door, a low groan tumbling out of your lips.

"The bed, please," you sigh out, threading your fingers through her soft locks and pulling her away from your neck. She smiles up at you, claiming your lips once more while moving backwards towards her bed, falling back onto it when the back of her legs hit the frame of it. Your body naturally moves to straddle her waist, her hands gently resting on your hips as your forehead pressed against hers, both of you smiling into the soft and passionate kiss.

"There's something I want to tell you," she whispers, breaking apart the hungry and messy kiss, your hands drifting across her shoulders before settling on loosely wrapping around her neck. You look at her in curiosity as she peers up at you with lust filled eyes, the blue almost completely replaced by desire. "I know this isn't the most romantic time to say it, but I can't keep it in any longer," her hand delicately cups your cheek, her thumb caressing your cheek while her other hand tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, a tender and gentle smile playing on her lips. "I love you," her tone is nothing but genuine, soft, and enamoured, your mouth stretching into a wide smile at her confession, lips crashing back down to hers.

Kate Bishop was one of the only people to know the real you, who was there for you when you needed someone. She was everything to you and to hear her say that, you were lost for words, well, almost.

"I love you too," you murmur back in between heated, emotional kisses, needing her to know how much you appreciated her, how much you cared for her. "I love you so much," your tone raw as you confessed, her forehead resting against yours as she kisses turned slower, softer, the touches becoming more intimate than lust driven.

When you both pulled back, the only sound was the low hum of the music downstairs mixing with your heavy breaths, gazing into each other's eyes, unable to wipe the smiles engraved on your faces.

Your lips met once more, powerless in stopping the urge to feel her mouth against yours, tongue sliding in your mouth as both of your touches turned bolder, your hands lowering to the hem of her shirt.

Your eyes met hers hesitantly, not having done anything more than a heated make out session before, the silent question being answered when she pulled the item over her head.

"You're so beautiful," your tone low as you pressed your mouth back to hers, addictive to her soft and plump lips. You can feel her smile into the kiss at the words that left your lips, her mouth opening when the door of the room swung open, a gasp leaving you both at who it was.

Due to your distracted states, neither of you noticed how the music downstairs stopped or how your phone was spammed by calls and messages from Natasha trying to notify you of who had shown up.

Eleanor Bishop's eyes glossed over with rage, danger evident on her face as her eyes took in the sigh of you on top of her daughter, lips stained by her lipstick.

"What the fuck is going on?" She grits out, the normally composed woman dissipating at the sight of her daughter being with a girl, the idea unfathomable to her.

"Mom-" Kate tries, your body moving off her lap nervously as the brunette slips her shirt back on, your fingers trembling as fear ran through you at what was about to happen.

"No," her tone is harsh as she snaps at her daughter, Kate visibly cowering at her mother's powerful voice. "Get out Kate, I need a word with Y/n," she orders, your face paling as she wants to speak to you, Kate snapping her head over to you with a fearful look.

"Mom no-"

"I said get out, I will speak to you when I'm finished," Kate opens and closes her mouth, turning back to look at you with an apologetic glint in her eyes. The brunette reluctantly leaves you, offering you the best reassuring smile she could manage. as she left the room, hovering by the door to hear whatever abuse her mother was about to scream at you, ready to step in.

"Mrs Bishop I-"

"What do you think you are doing?" Her voice sends a shiver down your spine, your eyes unable to meet hers, "Corrupting my daughter into some- some whore like you." Your jaw clenches as you can feel tears starting to brew in your eyes, hurt washing throughout you. "My daughter isn't a dyke and never will be," she screams, and screams, and screams more vile words at you, your mind blocking them out as she hurls slur after slur, your mind only registering the end of her rant. "Stay away from her," despite all the horrific things that had left the older woman's lips, that hurt the most as you loved Kate. You felt safe with her, felt at home with her, and now that was all going to be destroyed.

"I'm sorry," your voice was barely above a whisper as you met her enraged stare, a scoff leaving her lips as she turned away from you, slipping her phone out of her pocket when you tried to move.

"No, stay there," her tone leaving no room for any debate, "I want your mother to know what a disgusting slut she's raised." After the words leave her lips, your mind becomes a blur, dread overruling your body as you know exactly how your mother is going to react.

You don't look up when Eleanor opens the door, not meeting Kate's sorrowful gaze before the door slams shut, leaving you to drown in your anxiety and thoughts. You move on autopilot when your mother drags you out of their house, her face red with anger when she looks at you, a disgusted expression engraved on her face when she finds out what you 'are'.

The car ride home was filled with a deafening silence, your mother refusing to speak to you without your father, assuming he would be on her side.

Your father looks up from his book, legs casually laid across the sofa when the front door of your house slams shut, swinging his legs over the edge, a smile playing on his lips which quickly falters at his wife's venomous stare and your despondent expression.

"What happened?" His voice drips with concern, his book being carelessly discarded onto the cushion as he stands up, making his way over to you when your mother speaks up, halting his movements.

"Don't comfort her," she snaps, your gaze lowering to the ground as you don't want to see his disappointed stare when he finds out.

Confusion is evident on his face at the harsh tone used, her walking away from you and towards the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine and pouring herself a large glass.

"I was called by Eleanor Bishop earlier," she explains, your father listening intently, "Saying a party had occurred at her house, our lovely daughter being present." He looks back at you, a little annoyed at the fact you didn't tell him that you were going to a party, that being one of the deals you had made as you reached your teenage years. He knew what it was like to be young, wanting you to be able to enjoy it but also to be safe.

"She went to a party without telling us?" The confusion is still present in his tone, not sure as to why his wife was blowing up over this, knowing they could deal with this in a calmer manner.

She hums in response while taking a large sip of her drink, continuing with the story.

"Yes, but it gets worse because Eleanor walked in on something." His face pales a little, not able to imagine you, his precious little girl doing something like that. "She had her tongue down the Bishop's girl's throat," your mother grits out in distaste, your body frozen in place as you could hear them from the hallway you were in.

"What?" Your father is about to continue but your mother cuts him off abruptly.

"She knows that's unacceptable," her tone dripping with anger at your actions. "It's wrong, she can't be one of them."

Your father says your mother's name in an unsure tone, the woman scoffing at the expression on his face. He ignores her mumbling under her breath, leaving to console your still figure in the hallway, eyes fixated on the floor.

"Hey sweetheart," he forces a smile onto his face, his hands going to your shoulders and giving you a reassuring squeeze, "Let's go to your room, ok? Let's let your mother calm down a bit." You trudge your way up towards your room, your father closing the door behind as you sit on the bed, a single tear spilling down your cheek as you desperately try to keep it together.

"Please don't hate me," your voice breaking with the amount of emotion you say it with, your father sitting on the bed, wrapping his arm around you protectively.

"Shhh, I'll never hate you, you're my little girl," he softly says. "I'm a little annoyed you didn't tell me about the party but I'm not mad at you." He squeezes you closer to him, your head tilting to look at him. He offers you a comforting smile, his eyes containing nothing but care as you feel more tears spill. "Hey," he coos, brushing away a few of the tear drops that lingered on your skin, "It's ok."

"It's not," you croak out, "Mum she's- she's never going to let me see her again. I can't lose her." His eyes widen at the heartbroken look in your eyes, realisation washing over him as he gathers that you like Kate more than he first anticipated, assuming you were just trying new things out.

"I'll talk to your mother, alright? I know she has her... traditional views but she loves you, and so do I."

"She hates me," you mutter, "She thinks I'm a freak, I know she does."

"I'll talk to her," is all he can offer in response to that, not too sure on how he could get her to see your side of it. "I'll always support you Y/n, you know that right? I'm always going to be here to protect and support you." He moves his hand to interlock with yours, letting you play with his fingers as he knew it was a nervous habit of yours. "I just want you to be happy, and if that means you're with a girl or a boy, or even no one, I don't care. Your happiness comes first, always."

"I love her," you whisper, your father sympathetically smiling softly at your words.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs while pressing a kiss to the side of your head, lingering as he thinks of what else to say. He's interrupted when his name is called from downstairs, your mother becoming impatient. "I'll be back in a little bit, ok?" You nod hesitantly at his words, not wanting him to leave you. "I love you," he whispers before standing with a sigh, not ready for the argument that was about to happen.

Drowning out the screaming from downstairs, you bury your face into your pillow, quietly crying into the soft fabric. You want to scream, scream as much as you possibly can't but all that leaves your lips are small whimpers, your eyes becoming sore with how relentless the tears were.

A loud noise can be heard downstairs, catching your attention, making you turn your head to face your door, listening for anything else.

"If she wants to be like that, then she's not my daughter anymore," is the last thing you can hear before loud footsteps approach the door, your father slipping back into the room, body tense and jaw clenched. His stare that was filled with anger directed towards your mother softens when he sees your body cuddling against your pillow, tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes.

"I'll be back in a little bit, alright sweetheart? I'm going for a little drive," His tone tries to be gentle but you can still hear the frustration evident in his tone.

"Please don't go," you mutter, eyes pleading with him to stay while he moves to sit on the edge of the bed next to you.

"I won't be long, I just need to clear my head and calm down," you know why he doesn't want to stay, fearing he'll grow too angry and have another outburst, not wanting you to see him when he can get angry. "I don't want to do anything I would regret," he whispers, placing a soft kiss against the side of your head before attempting to leave, your hand reaching out for his as you stand to crash your body into his.

"Thank you," your tone is so quiet that he only heard the two words as you were so close to him, his arms wrapping around you protectively and comfortingly.

"I'll be right back," he reassures. "Don't let your mother in your room, lock the door and wait until I get back, I don't want her near you at the moment," he says and you nod your head against him, dread filling you as his body slips away and out of the door, your hands going to lock the door as he said, body collapsing back onto the bed.

You pushed away the gnawing feeling inside you, the anxiety that bubbled inside you as an hour passed, then two hours passed, and then three, your father still not returning home.

***

"I got a phone call after four hours," Wanda's arms pulled you impossibly closer, trying to comfort you in any way possible, "A drunk driver ran a red light, going twenty mph over the speed limit and hit the side of his car."

You remember the physical pain of your heart breaking when listening to the phone call, your mind going numb as he was dead and there was nothing you could do about it.

"He was dead before I could even get to the hospital," your voice wavers, the memory of trying to hold it together in the hospital as they delivered the news, the sympathetic expression on the doctor's face as he watched your world fall apart.

"Detka, look at me," Wanda speaks up after letting the room sit in silence for a couple of moments, her fingers softly guiding your face to look at hers. "This wasn't your fault."

"Wanda-"

"No, Dorogaya listen to me," her tone is gentle but commanding, stopping you from arguing back, "You weren't the driver in the car, were you?" Your head shakes at that, "Then you didn't kill him, it wasn't your fault. It was the drunk idiot who decided to get in his car when he clearly shouldn't have."

"But if it wasn't for me being..." you pause on your words, not wanting to elaborate, "He wouldn't have gotten in the car."

"He got in the car because he was angry with your mother, not you. You can't blame yourself for this Detka, it's unhealthy. It was an accident, there was nothing you could have done to stop it." Her words soothe you, helping you to ignore the words that your mother said to you after the crash, how she blamed you for his death and made you feel worthless.

You press your lips to hers softly, needing to feel her close as you try and get a grip of your emotions. When you meet her lips it's like your mind slows, allowing you to not be overwhelmed by the drowning distressing emotions. Your mind fills with her, just her.

You part from the heartfelt kiss, leaning your forehead against hers as you listen to more comforting phrases fall from her lips, her arms wrapping further around your body and moving the two of you into a lying position. Your face naturally buries into her chest, listening to the steady beating of her heart, focussing on that as you completely calm yourself down.

"I want to see him tomorrow," you murmur into her shirt, refusing to meet her eyes as you ask her, "It's the anniversary and I can't- Please could you come with me?" You're a little nervous as you ask her, scared she wouldn't want to come to the cemetery with you. If you were being honest, you needed her there, too afraid to do it on your own.

"Of course Moya Lyubov, I'll be there for you," she coos, letting her fingers return to your hair, scratching at your scalp as you snake your arms around her body, nuzzling further into her body. "I'll always be there for you," she whispers, voice raw with sincerity, while she lets her hands roam your skin comfortingly, slowly lulling you to sleep as the exhaustion of being overwhelmed catches up on you. Just as you're drifting off, she whispers one last thing, "I love you Detka."

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Perfect Chaos- PART 4

30 minutes later, Angel watched as Riley and Jake walked into the the clubhouse. All he wanted to do was to take her hand and leave with her. His stomach twisted nervously as they both approached him. Did Jake know about them? Is this where it all kicks off and Angel can finally tell her how he feels? "Hey guys." Riley spoke quietly, trying to avoid eye contact with Angel as much as she could. "Hey RyRy!" Lina grinned as she pulled her friend into a tight hug, sticking her middle finger up at Jake, and moving back to her place on Coco's lap. Rolling his eyes Jake didn't acknowledge the group. Giving Riley an anything but gentle nudge towards Angel, Jake glared at them both. "I think you have something to say." He prompted her. Riley's eyes widened in shock. He really was going to make her do this. Rileys heart broke a little more and her eyes softened as she looked at the man she cared for but would never be able to have. "Y-Yeah. S-S-Sorry for last night. I shouldn't have asked you for the lift home. I'm a stupid idiot and I should've just walked home. It won't happen again. I'm really really sorry Angel." Everyone fell silent, shocked at Riley’s apology. Angel shook his head as he watched Jakes smile widen. “Your not stupid. If he was any kind of man he wouldn’t leave his girl with no way of getting home safe.” Lina Spoke up, making Jake roll his eyes. “I had club stuff to take care of. There was a meeting. Riley knows club takes priority.” Riley stayed silent the entire time. She wasn’t getting involved with this argument, she knew she would pay for it later if she did. “I need to speak to some people. Stay here. Ill let you know when we can leave.” And with that Jake disappeared away from the group. Taking a deep breath, thankful that he was gone, Riley took a seat next to Lina & Coco and gratefully accepted the beer that Gilly Passed to her. “You shouldnt let him speak to you like that, RyRy.” Shaking her head, Riley scoffed at her best friend, the last few days shes had that many different emotions run through her heart she can’t take much more. She’d had enough. “Not everyone is lucky enough to have a perfect relationship. Your Boyfriend may think the sun shines out your arse but mine? Fuck, mine hates me. And he should. Because im a shitty person.” Sighing loudly as tears welled in her eyes threatening to spill over. “Just like my mom said. Riley-Jayne Atkins, the family fuck up.” Downing the last of her beer, she placed the empty bottle on the floor near the chair and got up. Silently making her way into the club house she made her way to the bathroom. 

“What the fuck?” Coco questioned as Riley walked off. “She needs to get the fuck away from him.” Lina nodded in agreement but stayed quiet. It was that moment, as the silence settled around the rest of the group that Lina realised how damaged her friend actually was. How much emotional damage she carried. Both from family and Jake’s inconsistent love. Angel couldnt believe it. He didnt know what was worse. Riley’s forced apology or Jakes attitude. Standing up without a word, Angel followed in the direction Riley went. He wasn’t going to let her leave without speaking to her. Last night meant so much to him and waking up to her gone hurt him more than he would like to admit. He couldn’t walk away, not now. 

And there she was, leaning against the wall in the hallway that divided the bathroom from the stock room, staring intently at her phone. “Hey.” Angel spoke softly trying not to startle her. Goosebumps flooded Riley’s arms as she heard his voice. Even though she knew how wrong it was for her to feel this way, as much as she tried to resist it, her body reacted instantly to him. Her body betrayed her. “Hey, Im sorry for last night. All of it. Ive caused so many problems, made it so awkward for you. Im an embarrassment.” Angel gently stepped forward and grabbed her hand before she could cover her blushing face. “Will you stop apologizing? Despite what that asshole has made you believe you’ve done nothing wrong.” Riley shook her head fiercely. “Ofcourse i have! I’ve cheated. This is gonna cause issues for the club. Do you know what he will do to you if he finds out?” Angel smirked at Riley. “How many times do i have to tell you? I can take care of myself Baby.” Placing his hands on either side of her face, Angel tried to calm an anxiety ridden Riley. Groaning in frustration, she shook her head. “You don’t understand. Its not that he cares about me. Its not about me. YOU, someone he cannot stand, have had something he considers his. He will hurt you Angel.” Closing her eyes tight, Riley took another deep breath. “And i dont think i could cope with that. Especially as i know it would be because of me.” Before Angel could even respond, he watched Riley’s eyes widen in fear at the sound of Jake’s voice coming closer to the hallway. Thinking fast Angel wrapped his arm around Riley and pulled her into the stock room, locking the door behind them. Riley’s heart pounded so hard she thought it was going to rip from her chest, and she couldn’t for the life of her work out whether it was from the excitement of being so close to Angel or the fear of being caught by Jake. Pulling away from her place in Angel’s arms she took a step back, squeezing her eyes shut when her back hit the door. Without missing a beat Angel filled the space, pressing her against the door further. Gasping at the sparks that flooded through her body, Riley shook her head at Angel. “We can’t-” Angel cut her off, pulling her into a passionate kiss that left her breathless quickly. “For just one second. Only one. Think about what it is YOU want. Forget Jake, forget what he’ll do. Forget club. Fuck everything. I know this has happened fast and i didnt exactly picture it going this way either. But for once think about yourself. How you feel.” The silence that followed felt like it lasted hours as she stood there looking at him, when in reality it was probably only 2 minutes. It felt heavy. Full of emotions and pain. And it felt like the weight of it settled on Angel’s chest. Stepping back to give her her space Angel racked his brain and mentally kicked himself. Fuck. He read this all wrong. The sting of rejection hurt like nothing else. His worse fear came to light. The girl he’d loved secretly for so long had the ability to crush him in seconds. And she did.