#towards fixing what she broke and apologising for her behaviour

[kitkats-and-kittens]

My issue with derision and how it deals with Marinette’s problematic behaviour.

Disclaimer before I make this post that I’m not an avid miraculous fan, so if I get things wrong feel free to correct me.

I used to watch it a lot as a kid but I’m not so into it now. The reason I’m making this post is because recently my little sister came over to visit me and she loves the series half to death. I decided to sit down and watch it with her just for fun, and long story short my ADHD hyper fixation kicked in and I ended up binging 2 whole seasons.

And OML the only thing that did was remind me why I stopped watching the show in the first place

As a kid I never liked Marinette’s character. That was more of a me problem though since back in season 1 there wasn’t really too much wrong with her, I was just having my whole ‘I hate girly things phase’ so I didn’t like her.

However When season 3 came out she was firmly cemented as my least favourite character. I didn’t like her weird, creepy behaviour as well as the fact that the writers didn’t really give her any flaws, or at least none that really effected the plot.

I think the thing that made me the angriest was the fact that no one seemed to address it. The writers didn’t seem to care, everyone in the show applauded and even encouraged her behaviour and everyone in the fandom seemed to love Adrienette. I couldn’t find anyone mentioning the fact that the girl literally broke into his house and it pissed me off to no end.

As it turns out though I wasn’t the only one offset by her behaviour as in one of the recent episodes ‘Derision’ the writers finally decided to address the huge distaste with Marinette’s actions.

Of course this show being what it is means that Marinette can’t have a single flaw, so instead of doing what I thought was the logical thing and having an episode where the staking is seen and addressed as a bad thing and Marinette takes measures to fix and develop herself the writers decide to just excuse it all by saying she was traumatised.

I hated the way they dealt with this.

First of all the writing was just lazy.

Her being suddenly traumatised by Kim despite having absolutely no issues with him anywhere else in the show? I thought that was stupid and not well thought out since this whole bit is just the writes slapping a bandaid solution on fans complaints. Also I’m vaguely certain that Kim has a canonical fear of spiders so why is he using them to prank Marinette of all people with?

Second of all it doesn’t do a good job of explaining why she was a stalker.

In the episode she says that it was because Kim broke her trust so she now refuses to get into a relationship with someone without knowing everything about them.

This is supposed to explain her weird behaviour towards Adrien but it doesn’t simply because this is shown to only be a problem with him.

It’s not like we catch her breaking into Luka’s house on multiple occasions so she can go through his things and sniff his pillow. Nor does she seem to care about finding out anything and everything about Cat Noir. I’m fine with this being the case when she’s ladybug since she doesn’t really show any romantic appeal towards him but as Marinette?

The show establishes that she has at minimum a crush on him and that’s all it took for her to start going after Adrien, and maybe you could say that she doesn’t have the means to stalk Cat Noir since she’s a civilian but we’ve seen repeatedly that she’s not above abusing her own superpowers to do so with Adrien.

Even the argument that she wants to protect secret identities is useless when you watch Ephemeral and see that she was completely on board with manipulating Cat Noir so she could expose his identity to a person without his consent.

I think the worst part for me however, is the fact that I could look past all the lazy writing and the pathetic excuses used to justify her actions if she’d done the bare minimum by apologising to Adrien.

Admitting to him what she’d done and telling him she was sorry. I would’ve liked it if the writers didn’t have Adrien forgive her (at least not right away) but I know they don’t have the capacity to have Marinette be genuinely in the wrong for anything so I would have settled for just an apology instead.

But they can’t even do that! All that happens is that Marinette promises to herself that she won’t do it anymore and as usual Adrien is left none the wiser.

Even though I’ve only recently gotten back into the show this episode along with Kuro Neko and the season 5 finale have shown me that I genuinely can’t ship Adrienette in good conscience anymore.

Marinette just lies to him about too much important stuff. It’s so unfair to him that he’s constantly kept out of the loop about things in his life that directly involve him and the people who do this face absolutely no consequences.

Heck even Gabriel got his happily ever after by bringing his wife back meanwhile Adrien is living a complete lie as the people he cares about reassure him that everything’s fine when it really, really isn’t.

I’ve seen people act like this episode somehow provides a good excuse to Marinette’s actions but barely anything is done in terms of character development so I have to disagree with them.

Anyway thanks for comin to my tedtalk if you want to argue with me in the comments please be respectful about it.

[inniezinnie]

The “Fauzia” Effect

In which Kaveh helps a young lady named Fauzia cross the road by holding her hand. Alhaitham notices this, and has the oddest, most unpleasant shift in his heart. Misunderstandings unfold.

Alhaitham has many emotions. Emotions bundled up in his heart, hidden under lips pressed into a flat line. Jealousy was not one of them.  Until a rather atrocious sight caught his eye that morning. It was regarding Kaveh, because of course it had to. 

Kaveh was holding hands - correct, holding hands - with a beautiful young lady as they crossed the road together. It infuriated the usually composed Scribe. It made his heart itch. He eyed the two from across the road as he formulated a plan mentally. He strode quickly towards their destination, seconds before they could even reach it. 

“Oh, Alhaitham? Why are you here? You’re usually in your office at this hour,” Kaveh said, flashing a confused and disturbed smile. He nearly never smiles around Alhaitham!

“Ah, you must be the roommate I heard about,” the lady said, holding out her free hand for Alhaitham to shake, smiling gently at him. Her eyes were light coloured and glossy, extremely pretty and reminiscent of bejewelled glass ornaments Kaveh adored. 

How did she know? There’s no way Kaveh trusted her, right?

Her calm demeanour should give Alhaitham a sign that she could be trusted, but he was in no mood to get chummy with her. He shook her hands for the sake of politeness, then tore away immediately to cross his arms.

“Hm,” Alhaitham grunted in agreement, and nodded his head. He realised he was probably glaring at her unintentionally, judging by the way Kaveh frowned disapprovingly at him. He made a poor attempt to fix his face, earning another frown.

“You two must be very close,” the lady said again. “My name is Fauzia, I apologise for not introducing myself earlier.”

“Yes,” Alhaitham replied with such speed it took all three of them aback. Then he cleared his throat, only to feel bile piling up in his mouth as he attempted to restate his sentence. “We are indeed close, Fauzia.”

Her name certainly left a sour taste in his mouth. He wanted to get rid of it.

Fauia must’ve sensed the tension between all of them and excused herself, even telling Kaveh to let go of her hand since she could walk on her own from there. To Alhaitham’s surprise, she took out a retractable cane and went on her way, waving the both of them goodbye.

“Tell me, O’ Grand Scribe,” Kaveh turned to him immediately as soon as she was out of earshot, words laced with rage. “What exactly is wrong with you?”

“Think about your attitude earlier and tell me again, Alhaitham,” Kaveh stated again, inching closer towards him and jabbing his index finger into his chest several times angrily.  “There is no way in Celestia you should ever treat someone so coldly - especially a visually impaired woman!”

Oh. Oh dear. 

Alhaitham’s hands dropped to the side immediately. She was visually impaired! She couldn’t even see his nod earlier - she must’ve thought Alhaitham was a prick for not answering her question properly (though he was, in fact, a prick). The once prideful Scribe sulked in his own mortifying behaviour, and hung his head down low in guilt.

“Sorry,” he blurted out an apology. 

“Don’t say sorry to me, save those words for her! She looked so uncomfortable just now…” Kaveh said, words trailing off with worry. 

“I didn’t know,” Alhaitham sighed, shutting his eyes slowly. “Was that why you held her hand as you both crossed the road?”

“Yes,” said Kaveh, standing with arms akimbo. “I can’t blame you if you genuinely didn’t know, can I?”

Silence. 

“Why the harsh treatment, though? ‘Glaring’ is not in the lexicon of basic manners, regardless of who you’re doing it to - disabled or not,” Kaveh broke the silence, his tone slightly softer than his former harshness. “Last I checked, acting severely impudent towards strangers was not in your brain program either.”

“That was unlike myself,” Alhaitham stated, eyes finally opening to meet crimson ones.

“Yes, we can both tell,” the architect had once again pieced together something he shouldn’t. “Wait… Were you- No, you couldn’t be...”

“I had a strange feeling in my chest when I saw you both holding hands,” Alhaitham confessed. “I found the gesture irksome. Before I knew it, impulsivity overrode rationality and I behaved in a way I shouldn’t.”

“Oh, Archons,” Kaveh’s lips curved up slightly in a faint smile. “You were jealous?!”

“Yes,” the Scribe suddenly felt bashful. 

“Alhaitham!”

“Yep.”

“Seriously?”

“Regretfully so.��

At least Kaveh found the situation amusing. 

“I can’t believe it! Hand-holding was all it took to evoke a new emotion out of you?”

“Apparently, yeah,” Alhaitham’s lips tipped upwards a wee bit, suddenly finding himself to be quite the embarrassing jester.

They both laughed together. Kaveh still chided Alhaitham for being impertinent between their mirthy giggles. He then explained further to Alhaitham about his relationship with Fauzia. He had been helping her cross the road for weeks already, first finding out about her when she appeared quite reluctant to cross the busy road laden with speeding carriages. After several times of doing so, they became friends and often ate lunch together whenever Alhaitham couldn't accompany his roommate. 

With every new fact Kaveh revealed to Alhaitham, he couldn’t help but be amazed by her. As it turned out, she had just freshly graduated from Haravatat - she’s a semiotics expert just like Alhaitham. She had learnt to read and write in braille on both her own and with the help of Akademiya teachers. 

Ever since that day, they held hands every time they walked on the streets. Alhaitham apologised to Fauzia the day after and cooked dinner for all three of them. Both men would also invite Fauzia to hang out in their home if she ever felt lonely in her humble abode, or was facing writer’s block. They would both also provide help whenever needed, but her independence didn’t require her of any assistance most of the time. 

Bonus: Fauzia will be writing a book in braille soon. Alhaitham agreed to provide facts and new vocabulary or languages if needed, and Kaveh promised to illustrate her book. It’ll be available in the House of Daena in due time!!!

[bothcreativitybois]

The Mayor’s Sweet Treat Chapter 3

Wordcount: 2955

Ship: Intruality

TWs: Food, horses, dogs, skipping meals, a little bit of past angst, sexual references, swearing 

Taglist: @star-crossed-shipper @crazydemigod666 @idont-freaking-know @someoneiwasnt @seraphiie @the-sympathetic-villain @cute-and-angsty-princess @lonelymuffin 

Remus flung out of the truck and smashed on the bakery door. 

“Wakey wakey!” Remus shouted at the doors. Above him a window opened. Patton smiled down radiantly. The cold night breeze rustled his hair dreamily while Remus’ long locks thrash slightly.

Remus you dumbass! He isn’t used to this!

“You’re an impatient one, Mr Grinch.” Patton joked.

“Actually it’s Mr Manzana.” Remus shouted back. “Are you coming down or not?” Patton giggled and closed the window. A few seconds later he appeared beside the building.

“So where are we going?” Patton asked as Remus walked up to him. Remus laughed.

“The best place in town, which is conveniently also the only place.” Remus joked. Patton followed him down the street to a little restaurant with a yellow sign. Remus opened the door for Patton as they entered the small restaurant. There were a handful of tables set up with only one in use. Remus walked over to greet the small family at the table. Patton followed awkwardly.

“Remus!” A gruff father looking figure shouted and pat Remus on the back. “Good ta see ya.” Also at the table were two small children and an elderly lady.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” The elderly lady chimed in. Remus smiled widely while Patton just sort of shrank behind him.

“Staying out of trouble as much as possible.” Remus chuckled, both the adults laughed.

“Which for you isn’t possible.” The man laughed heartily. Remus smiled and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Clyde, let me introduce you to Patton.” Remus held a hand out as to present Patton. The man looked at him happily.

“Great to meet ya.” Clyde stood up and enveloped Patton’s hand in a strong handshake.

“You too.” Patton said meekly. The large man laughed.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” Clyde joked. “Remus however…” He elbowed Remus who pulled a fake innocent face.

“These darling angels are Taylor and June.” Remus ruffled the hair of the two children who both tried to push his hand away. “And this is Ms Cath. She taught me when I was the kids' sizes.” The elderly lady stood up and hugged Patton. The hug was soothing, it reminded him of his mother. He thought about how long it’s been since he was hugged… a couple months?

“Welcome to our little town, honey.” Ms Cath soothed. “Well let you two get back to it. But if you ever need anything then just stop by the school and see me.” The old lady winked. Remus put a hand on Patton’s back and after a few more words with the family guided Patton to their own table. Patton looked around the restaurant. Not in a nervous way, just the way you do when you enter a new place. The people he’d just met were chatting happily and enjoying their food.  Remus snapped his fingers to get Patton’s attention.

“Hey so the waiter is a friend of mine and he has some unique features. Don’t to stare, it upsets him.” Remus whispered. Patton nodded politely just as the waiter in question showed up.

“So this is the baker I heard about?” The waiter said. Patton looked up to see a little name tag reading ‘Janus’. The man had a large black birthmark and a lazy eye. He figured that’s what Remus meant. 

“I like your hair.” Patton smiled. Janus touched the small bun his dreads were pulled back in. His face was surprised.

“Thanks.” He turned to Remus. “You getting what you always get?” Remus laughed.

“Don’t fix what ain’t broke.” Remus confirmed with a wide smile. “And an extra for my friend here.” Janus nodded and scribbled something down on his notepad.

“Great. I’ll be off work at midnight so if you plan on taking ‘your friend’ home then please be done by then.” Janus said calmly and walked away. Patton blushed but Remus simply laughed. He looked down at Patton, he realised how uncomfortable he looked.

He reached across the table and grabbed Patton’s hand. He noticed a small tattoo on Patton’s wrist he hadn’t seen before, a little frog.

“Sorry, I kinda threw you in the deep end there.” Remus apologised. “Janus was just joking around, he’s really nice albeit a little dry and blunt.” Remus attempted to reassure Patton, it seemed to work as he released the tension in his shoulders a bit and nodded. Remus pulled his hand away.

“Everyone here seems really nice.” Patton said. Remus smiled and looked around. 

“It’s that small town spirit.” Remus replied. “When everyone knows everyone no one is really mean… well except for some of the older families who have weird rivalries but that’s a story for another day.” Remus was so calm, it was weird. Usually he was bouncing off the walls by now but something about Patton was keeping him on the ground.

“Tell me about growing up here?” Patton asked. Remus took a deep breath. There were thousands of stories racing around his head and he needed to find a way to summarise them all.

“It’s chaotic but somehow also predictable.” He eventually answered. “From the outside it’s like a horse rolling around on it’s back. It looks ridiculous but it knows exactly what it’s doing.” Patton was amused by the analogy. He understood that Remus was a country kid but now he was just being cliché. Not to mention Patton knew next to nothing about horses.

“And what does it mean when a horse rolls around?” Patton asked, genuinely curious about the silly behaviour of horses. Remus’ face lit up.

“Most the time it means they got colic and are trying to dislodge whatever got stuck. But if it’s a younger philly they could just be having fun. Colic isn’t serious though, usually it’s solved just by leading it for a walk or a shot of penicillin.” Remus explained. Patton watched how Remus’ eyes sparkled as he talked, he seemed a lot more in his element. “Colic is what keeps the vets round here in business. Pretty much everyone has a horse and the farms all have at least three. I got one still livin’ at my parents place, I’ve been meaning to move her to mine but she’s scared to death of trailers and I don’t have the ti-” Remus was cut off by a groan from Janus who had appeared with two plates.

“Kraken is fine on the farm, they have good use for her.” Janus began. “If we brought her to our place she’d be stuck in a paddock all day and only get ridden every week or so.” Janus placed down the plates with two tall burgers. “Two lamb burgers, one with extra pickle and barbeque sauce.” Janus pulled a face as he announced the last part.

“Thanks.” Patton smiled happily. Janus nodded and walked away. Patton looked over at Remus who was taking pickles off his burger and putting them on a napkin. “Why did you order extra pickles if you aren’t eating them?” Patton was confused. Remus looked up and smiled devilishly. He liked pickles, but always ordered extra for something special.

“You’ll see.” Remus winked as he wrapped up the pickles and put them in his pocket. 

The two men didn’t talk much as they ate. Remus was used to being the kind to devour food quickly while everyone else told him to slow down, so he was surprised when he saw Patton finished his burger first. Patton was just happy to be eating real food again.

“You finished that fast.” Remus said as he took the last bite of his burger. Patton looked up and blushed. Truthfully it was the first thing he’d eaten today, he had skipped breakfast and was too stressed to eat while working. Patton laughed awkwardly. Remus reeled, he meant it as a compliment but was worried Patton didn’t take it that way. “I mean that in a good way, pancake. It’s hard to find people who can keep up with me.” Remus quickly added. Patton giggled. Remus stood to leave but Patton stopped him.

“Wait! We need to pay.” Patton fretted. Remus looked over Patton and winked at Janus, he sighed and waved them away. Patton watched the weird exchange and didn’t notice Remus grab his hand to pull him out of the restaurant. He was tugged out so fast he nearly fell down but he couldn’t help but laugh. Remus pulled him down the dark street as they both cackled.

“Where are we going?” Patton asked through the laughs. Remus looked back and flashed a brilliantly evil smile.

“You wanted a tour, didn’t you?” Remus said as he halted to a stop. Patton nearly ran right into him if it wasn’t for Remus’ outstretched arm. “Here is where we start!” Remus pointed to the building in front of them. A brick building with a clock above the door.

“Mindville Council Hall?” Patton read from the sign next to him. Remus shook his head and shook his pointed hand. Patton followed the line of sight to, “The… clock?” Remus nodded excitedly so fast he looked like he might burst. He reached into his pocket and took out the napkin from the restaurant.

“The clock hasn’t worked in years.” Remus said as he took a pickle from the napkin, he handed the rest to Patton. “This is a way better use for it anyway.” With that Remus hucked the pickle slice into the air towards the clock, it hit the glass cover with a barely audible splat. Remus would come here as a kid and throw all sorts of things, but he found out quickly that pickles were not only the most accessible but also stuck the best. Remus celebrated with a loud cheer and took the pickles from Patton. “Give it a try.” Patton gently took a pickle and looked up at the clock. It was at least ten meters up.

“I’m not sure I can get it…” Patton conceded. Remus took a pickle slice and laughed.

“Who cares?” Remus shouted as he threw another pickle, this one hitting above the first. Patton took a deep breath and pulled back his hand. He closed his hand and threw the pickle as hard as he could. He looked up in time to see it land just short of the clock. He blushed in embarrassment but to his surprise Remus hollered.

“Whooo!” Remus cheered. His whoops were brash and loud, like when the electric mixer hit the edge of the metal bowl. “That’s a great shot!” Patton smiled at the enthusiasm and grabbed another slice. Remus did too and they both threw them together. Remus hit the 4 while Patton’s was just shy of the clock again. Suddenly the lights of the building turned on around them. “On to the next place!” Remus threw the napkin with the rest of the slices and began bolting down the road, Patton stood shocked for a second then followed.

“Aren’t you the mayor?” Patton huffed as they ran. Remus was surprisingly fast and he had trouble keeping up.

“Yes, and?” Remus said, barely breaking a sweat. When they were far enough away Remus slowed down and started pointing out the shops they walked past. “That is the butcher, if you ask nicely they’ll give you bones that aren’t big enough to sell as dog bones. That’s Salamanders Silk, one of the 7 places I’ve gotten a cut that needs stitching which is ironic given it’s a clothes store.” Something told Patton this tour wouldn’t be overly informative of the actual places. “And this is the bakery that makes amazing muffins.” Remus stopped. Patton realised they were in front of his shop. He looked up at the bare walls of the building, it looked abandoned. Every shop in town had nice signs and lovely paint but his just looked sad. 

“How about I give you a tour?” Patton chimed in happily. Remus looked down and nodded excitedly. Patton walked up and unlocked the door. “Welcome to Froggy and Doggy Bakery.” Patton sang happily.

“Finally, I get a name.” Remus joked. Patton sighed and looked up at the empty space where a sign should hang.

“Yeah I need to get on to the sign company again.” He said sadly. Remus took a mental note of Patton’s qualms.

“How’d you get the name? Is doggy your favourite position or something?” Remus asked as he walked in. Patton locked the door behind them and flipped on the lights.

“Actually it’s based on a story my mother told me as a kid.” Patton started. Remus regretted his previous statement. “There was a princess who had two suitors, a prince and a farmer. She asked each to bring her an animal as a gift. The prince brought her a well bred dog with beautiful hair. The farmer brought her a small green frog. She took each pet and announced she would be marrying the farmer. The prince got mad and demanded her to answer why. She said that anyone can go out and buy a dog, but the farmer had spent time catching the frog and cleaning it to present to her. Even though his gift wasn’t the most pretty or conventional, it had the most effort and thought put in it.” Patton smiled as he told the story, Remus was entrapped by his words. He clearly had fond memories of that story and it was reflected in how happily he told it.

“I think that’s my new favourite fairy tale.” Remus said when Patton finished talking. “Is that why you have that tattoo as well?” Remus gestured to Patton’s wrist. He nodded.

“My ex was a tattoo artist and he did it as a birthday gift.” Patton said as he rubbed a thumb over the small frog drawn on his wrist. It took him a moment to realise he had just come out to a man he’d met only earlier today. He looked up expecting some sort of reaction from Remus, but he didn’t care. Remus was just looking around the bakery, closely inspecting a sign on one of the walls. Patton found it refreshing to have someone not have a big reaction.

“Art gallery? What’s this for?” Remus asked. The wall had no art on it, just a few small shelves. Patton walked over to join him.

“Oh my mother had the idea that artists could put up any art they had to sell here for a small fee. That way we could generate more business while helping people.” Patton informed. “That reminds me, is there a homeless shelter I could donate any unsold items to?” Remus was surprised. Patton had never been here and already wanted to help the people. It was admirable.

“Well there aren’t any homeless shelters here because there isn’t a need for them, but there is one in the city as you probably know. It’s an hour drive but they’d probably be very happy with a donation even once a week.” Remus explained. Patton looked back blankly.

“Why would I know that?” Patton asked.

“You lived there before you moved here, didn’t you?” Remus thought it was obvious. The only people who knew about this town were the people living in it and some of the people in surrounding areas.

“No. I lived on the coast.” Patton said. 

That’s in the very least 3 hours away. Remus thought.

“Why’d you move here then?” Remus asked plainly, not knowing that for Patton it was a loaded question. Patton crossed his arms and looked down. Remus noticed. “Oh- uh- you don’t have to answer.” He stammered quickly trying to comfort Patton. He was curious but didn’t want to make Patton uncomfortable.

“Thanks.” Patton whispered. It hurt to think back to the time before he moved. It hurt to remember how he pretended to be happy so much that he even fooled himself. He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts and smiled at Remus. “How about some dessert?” Patton chirped. He really bounced back quickly. Remus wasn’t sure if Patton was serious or flirting so he just nodded his head. Patton clapped and made a happy noise. He led Remus up the stairs to his apartment and unlocked the door, the whole time Remus becoming more and more confused what this invitation entailed.Patton opened the door and allowed Remus to enter. He entered the small studio apartment with an impressive kitchen. Remus didn’t know how to play this. Did Patton think this was a date? Even so he was so sweet and kind that Remus didn’t pin him as the kind to give it up on the first date. Remus tentatively walked over and sat on the large bed. Patton looked across the room where Remus had taken a seat on his bed. It suddenly hit him how his offer may have sounded. Thoughts crashed against Patton’s mind. He quickly walked over and opened the fridge. Patton pulled out a few small caramel tartlets and brought them over to Remus. “Ta da!” Patton announced.

Oh of course. Remus thought. Of course Patton meant actual dessert. He’s a fucking baker.

Patton once again was alone but this time he was a lot happier. 

“They look great.” Remus said as he admired the lovely caramel tarts with chocolate shavings.

“Take them. As a thank you for tonight.” Patton pressed the plate into Remus’ arms. Remus took the plate and tried one of the tarts. The rich caramel melted in his mouth and blended perfectly with the buttery shortbread crust. “And tell Janus I said thanks too.”

“He’ll love these.” Remus mumbled, shoving another in his mouth. Patton giggled. Remus said his goodbyes and left. 

[theloversthedreamersandme82]

The sigh of the weary

Tumblr prompt from @grilledcheesebandit of Lucien and Jean literally bumping into each other

“Oof!” Jean exhaled heavily as she collided with the person in front of her. “Oh I’m so sorry,” she cried as the gentleman’s paper bag broke and spilled its contents onto the floor. As she bent to pick up the dropped items she glanced up to see who she’d bumped into. The man hadn’t moved apart from turning to see who had bumped into him and now he stood staring blankly down at her and the scattered shopping. Jean frowned worriedly. “I really do apologise." She stood, her arms full of groceries.

“Yes,” the man finally answered, “I’m sorry, I’m not quite myself.” He retrieved some of the items from Jeans arms, dropping a celery in the process. The man sighed wearily and closed his eyes.

Jean bent to pick up the celery and shot a glance at the mans tired eyes as she heard his sigh. He looked exhausted, lost and sad.  She mentally changed gear and went into mothering mode. “Can I help you back to your place with these?”

The man held his eyes closed for a little longer, then opening them, fixed his red, watery eyes on Jean. “Thank you. You’re very kind.”

She smiled at him gently and followed him out of the grocery store.

They walked in silence for a while and Jean wished she’d remembered her coat. A bitter wind blew, and with her arms full of groceries, she couldn’t wrap her cardigan around herself for warmth.

“I haven’t seen you around before?”

“I’m… I’ve been away,” the man said simply and the silence continued.

“What brings you back here, Mr…?”

“Blake. Doctor Blake. But I really would prefer you to call me Lucien. My father passed away recently. I’ve just arrived back in town today, and thought I’d better grab a few things on my way to his place to try and deal with things. I think he had a housekeeper, but who knows what kind of woman she is. Probably some fat old biddy who over boils the vegetables until all the colour is gone.”

Jean’s eyes had widened with every word the man had said and she stopped short and stared at him with a small smile. “You’re Doctor Blake’s son?”

“Oh did you know him? I’m sorry for your loss.” The man stuck his hands in his pockets and kept walking.

Jean frowned with confusion. “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you? He was your father.”

“On paper, maybe. But he never really acted like a proper father to me.” Lucien sighed as he continued walking. “And I’m afraid sometimes I didn’t really act like a proper son should. Part of the reason that all of this is so difficult.” Lucien glanced at Jean who was staring at him. “I’m sorry. Here I am rambling to a complete stranger.”

It began to rain. Not softly and light. But the big heavy drops that immediately soaked through clothing. It was slow and lazy at first, but steadily turned into a downpour, which quickly put an end to any conversation as Jean and Lucien ran through the rain.

Finally reaching the house they went in and after depositing the groceries on the kitchen table, Jean set about making them a pot of tea.

“Um, just how well did you know my father?” Lucien asked suspiciously as his eyes followed her around the kitchen. “You seem to know your way around his kitchen alright.”

“You remember that ‘fat old biddy’ of a housekeeper you mentioned?” There was silence as she smiled and pointed toward herself. “Jean Beazley. I live upstairs”

Jean saw his eyes widen in understanding. “Oh! I do apologise!” He covered his face with embarrassment.

Jean waved him away. “You weren’t to know. Now. While the kettle’s boiling I think we would both be wise to get out of these wet clothes, or we’ll both catch the influenza” She turned on her heel and left Lucien wide eyed and slack jawed staring after her.

As Jean peeled herself out of her wet clothes, she thought about the golden haired man downstairs. With his beard and casual approach he couldn’t be more different to the old Doctor Blake. He had hardly spoken of his son in all the years Jean had worked for him. But she knew Lucien had been in the army and had been taken as a prisoner of war. And it showed. Doctor Blake Junior was thin, his face was taut and gaunt as if he hadn’t had enough to eat and his eyes were bloodshot and sunken in. Jean wondered how long it had been since this man had had a good meal and a decent sleep.

Once dressed she headed back down the stairs to find the younger Doctor Blake still sat at the table in his wet clothes. She raised her eyebrows, but said nothing. Crossing to the kettle she called over her shoulder. “How do you take your tea?”

“White with two thank you kindly.”

“Ah a sweet tooth, like your father.”

Lucien said nothing as Jean spooned two sugars into his tea cup. She stirred it and placed it in front of where he sat at the table. She arranged a few pieces of her homemade shortbread on a plate and joined him at the table.

“Didn’t feel like changing into dry clothes Doctor Blake?”

“Ah, Well I don’t exactly have much with me right now. My trunk was delayed. And please, I thought I asked you to call me Lucien. It must be odd for you to have another Doctor Blake in the house.”

Jean ignored his correction. “Well you can’t be comfortable in wet clothes? Why don’t you go find something in your fathers room, for now.”

Lucien looked uncomfortable. “I haven’t set foot in my fathers room in over 20 years,” he mumbled.

“What are you afraid of?”

“Afraid? I’m not afraid!”

“Doctor Blake…” He threw her a dirty look and she reached out to touch his hand. “Lucien" she spoke quietly and gently… "Your father is gone. He’s not going to tell you off for entering his room. You’re going to have to sooner or later.”

Lucien looked at where her hand rested on his. “You’re right Jean, of course you are. I just…” his voice trailed off.

“Shall I come with you?”

Lucien stopped staring at their hands and met her eyes, “You wouldn’t mind?”

“If it gets you out of those cold wet clothes I would be more than happy to.” Jean stood. “Come on.”

Lucien followed her down the hallway and they stopped outside a closed door. Jean turned to Lucien and was surprised to see his hands were shaking.” “You alright Lucien?” she closed a hand over his shaking one and somehow ended up with her hand enveloped in his.

Lucien didn’t answer, just took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Once inside the room he paused, and there was silence as he surveyed the room. Then all of a sudden he dropped her hand and started for the wardrobe. Pulling out a shirt he began to unbutton his wet one.

Jean's cheeks flushed and she instinctively looked away. “I’ll uh, leave you to change shall I?” But he didn't answer, or even acknowledge that she had spoken. It was almost as if he’d forgotten she was even there. She risked a glance back at him, as he pulled his wet singlet over his head and Jean gasped involuntarily as she glimpsed the silver criss-cross of scar marks over his back. Shocked, she turned her back to him and moved toward the door.

“Bring your wet things back with you and I’ll put them with mine to be washed,” she called over her shoulder as she closed the door and leant against it. ‘Were those marks from his time in the camp?’ Jean wondered. She exhaled heavily and tried to push the image out of her head. She headed back to the kitchen, where she warmed her cold hands on her tea cup and waited.

When he returned a few minutes later Lucien was dressed in brown slacks, a white shirt and a mustard cardigan that Jean recognised all too well. She smiled nervously at him after his erratic behaviour in his fathers room. But he didn’t seem to even think anything of it. “That cardigan was one of your fathers favourites too.”

Lucien looked down and picked at the cardigan but said nothing.

Jean sipped her tea and decided to change the subject. “So. What was the plan with the groceries?"

“I’m so sorry. I honestly didn’t mean to offend you. You’re obviously a capable cook.” He took a piece of shortbread from the plate she had prepared earlier and bit into it. “A very capable cook.”

“Thank you.” Jean looked again at the groceries. There was a celery, some carrots, a loaf of bread, a jar of strawberry jam, some apples, a box of tea, some eggs and a block of cheese.

“What on earth were you planning on making with all of this? It’s the most curious assortment of items.”

Lucien looked at the groceries. “To be honest I really had no idea what I was going to do with any of it. I just bought things that I wanted. I haven’t bought groceries for myself in years.”

Jean smiled “Well then, Lucien. Maybe a cooking lesson is on the cards for this afternoon. Unless you just want to eat cheese on toast for dinner?”

Lucien met her eyes and smiled softly. “It wouldn’t be the first time, I’m not ashamed to admit it. Nothing wrong with a good grilled cheese sandwich.”

Jean’s stomach flip flopped as she felt his warm smile flood her senses. The first true smile she had seem from him, one not tinged with sadness or exhaustion. She forced her eyes from his and drained her tea cup. “Well I’m sure that along with the cheese on toast, we could put together a soup from the celery and carrots, and I know there’s some leftover roast chicken in the fridge that could easily be added. And for dessert we could probably make a passable apple tea cake with a strawberry jam filling.”

“Mrs Beazley, you’re amazing. To create some kind of order from my chaos.”

Jean felt her face flush at his easy compliment. She’d have to be careful. Lucien Blake could be trouble.

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Ao3 and ff.net

[prettybuckybaby]

god, your mama, and me

Peter is a single father and Tony finds out.

part one of single parent peter parker

masterlist

read on ao3 here

It’s when Peter is nearly two hours late and has missed three of his phone calls when Tony really starts to worry.

It’s just, it’s not like Peter to miss lab days. In fact, in the year and a half in which Peter has been officially interning for Tony at Stark Industries, Peter hasn’t missed a single day. He comes to the tower after school on Mondays and Fridays, and spends most of the day Wednesday, when he doesn’t have any classes, there as well. And that’s a lot of days when Peter hasn’t missed the internship, so Tony doesn’t really have any idea why Peter could be missing today. And he’s not panicking. He’s not.

Except, he kind of is.

He’s known Peter for over two years now, known him from when he was a stuttering fifteen-year-old kid in his small bedroom in Queens. Now, he’s an awkward seventeen-year-old, who sleeps in a bigger room in a bigger apartment in Queens thanks to Tony, when he finally managed to get May to accept the help he was offering and get out of the shitty apartment block and into a nicer town. But his point is, he’s known Peter quite a while, and this is out of Peter’s normal behaviour.

So, sue him. Tony’s worrying.

The worry, however, ebbs away slightly when Peter finally answers the phone on Tony’s fifth attempt.

“Mr Stark?” Tony can feel how tired the kid is the moment he hears his voice.

“Underoos? You alright, kid? You sound…tired,”

“It’s been a long day, Mr Stark,”

“Sounds it. Is everything alright?” When Peter doesn’t answer right away, Tony keeps on talking. Subconsciously, he blames it on the adrenaline crash from the sudden decline in panic after hearing the kid’s voice. “You were meant to be at the lab a couple of hours ago. You never miss lab days. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Has something happened-”

“Mr Stark,” Tony can feel the eye roll through the phone and only frowns slightly at the sigh he hears. “I’m fine. I’m not hurt.”

“Where are you then, kid, becau-” Tony stops talking when he hears another voice on the other end starts talking.

“Mr Parker? Dr Garcia said you can come through now,” Tony waits until Peter finishes thanking the other person to start talking again.

“Are you in a hospital? I thought you said you weren’t hurt? Is someone else hurt? Where are you? I’m coming now.” His frown deepens when Pete sighs again.

“It’s Aunt May. Listen, now’s not a great time, Mr Stark. Can I call you back later?” Peter doesn’t wait for a response before hanging up the phone, leaving Tony frowning in his lab.

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Peter’s been in the hospital since 7am. He’s been sitting around without any answers for ten and a half hours in uncomfortable plastic chairs that are making his back throb in pain. Honestly, Peter hates hospitals enough that this experience would be horrible enough were he alone. But he’s not alone. He is suffering this hell with a three-year-old. And, while Leia may be the cutest three-year-old he’s ever seen and is definitely his favourite three-year-old and has been napping for the better part of four hours on the uncomfortable plastic chairs, she’s still a three-year-old. And three-year-olds and hospital waiting rooms, Peter has discovered, are not a good mix. So much so, that it’s even more of a relief than it might have been when Doctor Garcia finally tells him that May is out of surgery and is in recovery, and they can go and see her. He picks Leia up gently when he finishes the phone call with Tony, holding his breath when she stirs in her sleep, letting out the air when she just rests her head on his shoulder and continues her nap. He carries her and the bag he packed in a rush this morning into a different white room, where his Aunt lies on a bed, wires all over the place and her skin pale. He stays quiet while Doctor Garcia talks to him, her voice quiet enough that Leia sleeps through the whole conversation. Doctor Garcia explains what happened with May; a car crash on her way home from her night shift at the same hospital they are in now, a truck driver over the limit, both alcohol and speed, driving on the wrong side of the road. May’s injured quite badly, but she’ll recover, and she should wake up in a few hours.

Peter thanks the doctor, smiling when she placed a hand on his shoulder before she leaves the room, leaving just Peter, May, and Leia, silent apart from the beeping of the machine monitoring May’s vitals.

Leia wakes up from her nap soon after Doctor Garcia leaves the room, stirring in Peter’s arms, warm brown eyes blinking up at him.

“’Addy?”

“Hi, sweetheart,” Peter whispers, kissing her forehead, smiling when she rests her head on his shoulder again. “Did you have a nice nap?” The child in his arms hums quietly smiling when Peter starts running his fingers though her hair.

“Is Aunt May ‘kay?”

“She’s going to be just fine, baby. She’s just sleeping, and Doctor Garcia said she should wake up soon.” Leia is quiet in his arms for a few moments before she looks up at him.

“Can we get her a get better card?”

“We could do that,” Peter starts, reaching down for the bag he’s placed next to the chair. “Or, we could make her an extra special one!” Leia grins up at Peter clapping her hands together when he pulls out a wad of coloured card and a pencil case filled with her crayons.

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Leia and Peter sit in the room talking quietly, making a card for May and a mess of the floor, which Peter apologises profusely for whenever a nurse comes in. The nurses, a different one both times, just smile at him and tell him not to worry, and praise Leia for her artwork. It has been around forty minutes when Leia looks up at Peter and stops talking mid-sentence.

“Daddy! There’s someone at the door!” Just as she says it there is a knock, prompting Peter to turn around. His eyes widen slightly when he sees Tony standing there, small smile on his face.

“Princess, will you be okay on your own for a minute?” When Leia looks up at him, eyes wide, he is quick to continue. “I’ll just be at the door with Mr Stark. You can shout for me if you need anything, alright?” Peter waits until she nods to stand up, ruffling her hair. “I’ll just be here, sweet. You carry on with your card.” He smiles at her as he opens the door, leaning against the wall. Tony quietly makes his way into the room, eyes stilling on Leia for a moment before he looks up at Peter.  “Hey, Mr Stark,”

“Hey, kid. What happened?” Tony nods towards the bed where May is still sleeping, looking slightly less pale than she did before. Peter sighs before explaining what Doctor Garcia had told him before, keeping his voice quiet so Leia couldn’t hear him.

“But they said she should be waking up soon, so,” He finishes with a shrug. He smiles softly when Tony squeezes his shoulder, letting his hand rest there.

“And the kid?” He asks, looking across the room. “She-” Tony is cut off when the girl in question gasps, turning towards Peter.

“Da..Daddy!”

“Leia?” The teen asks, eyes running up and down, looking for injuries. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I bro…broked the cray..on,” She sniffles as she speaks, eyes filling with tears that threaten to fall. She takes a breath as she holds the crayon up for Peter to see.

“Oh, no!” He sighs heavily as he crouches down, taking the two pieces from her small hands. He looks at them for a few moments, before nodding and looking up at Leia. “I can fix this, Princess,”

“You can, Daddy?” Her eyes meet Peter’s as they widen, a hopeful look on her face. “How, Daddy?” Peter looks around the room, purposely looking at Tony before beckoning Leia closer towards him.

“Magic!” Leia gasps quietly at Peter’s words. “You remember the magic words I taught you?” Leia nods and opens her mouth to reply before Peter puts a finger over her mouth. “Ah ah ah! Not until I tell you to, otherwise it won’t work, turtlebug,” Leia nods seriously as she closes her mouth, waiting for what Peter is going to say next. “Okay. First thing, you’ve got to close your eyes. And you can’t open them until I tell you to. This is very important, Leia, to make sure it works right,”

“Okay, Daddy,” She smiles as she closes her eyes, squeezing them tightly shut. “What next?”

“Next, you’ve gotta spin around slowly, okay? Three times,” As he speaks and as Leia completes her tasks, Peter goes into his bag and pulls out a new box of crayons, replacing the broken red one with a new, whole one, before moving to crouch in front of Leia again. “Okay, now you haveta jump up and down three times as well. Super! Okay, open your eyes for the last bit, pumpkin,”

“Hi,” She giggles as they make eye contact, a smile on her face.

“Hi,” He smiles back, before lifting his hands, crayon clasped within them, up in front of them. “Okay, last bit, babe, got to get it right.” Leia takes a deep breath and nods at Peter. Peter nods back, before looking at his hands. “Okay, put your hands around mine. Good, okay. I’m going to count to three, and then we have to say the magic words together okay? And you remember what we have to do after we’ve done that, don’t you?”

“We have to blow on it. To make the magic work!”

“That’s right! Ready?” He waits for a moment before she nods her head. “Okay. One…Two…Three!”

“A’ra cebabra!” She shouts out before blowing on Peter’s hands. She waits a moment before meeting Peter’s eyes. “Did it work?”

“I don’t know, sweet. We’ll have to have a look, won’t we?” Leia nods enthusiastically, bouncing gently on her feet. She gasps, a smile growing on her face as Peter opens his hands and the crayon is in one piece. “Thank you, Daddy!”

“You’re very welcome, baby. You go and finish your card before Aunt May wakes up, yeah?”

“Okay. Love you, ‘Addy,”

“I love you, too, Princess. Off you pop,” He smiles, ruffling her hair as she grins up at him before dashing off towards her card again. Peter sighs quietly as he stands up, turning towards Tony. The older man is stood in the same position he was when they were talking, a small smile on his own face. “Mr Stark?”

“She’s yours?” Peter looks up sheepishly at his mentor, nodding slowly. “You’re really good with her,”

“Thanks,”

“I mean it.” He says, eyes flittering between the teen and his child. “How old is she?”

“Just turned three,” Peter smiles as he looks towards where she’s digging through her pencil case and pulling out a page of stickers. Tony whistles lowly.

“And you raised her yourself?”

“Well, May helped. Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Tony agrees, nodding. “Not what I meant, though,”

“What?” Peter looks up at him, confused, before his face clears. “Oh. Yeah. There were…complications. With the birth. She, uh…she didn’t make it,”

“Oh. I’m sorry, kid.” Peter shrugs, looking down at the floor. “Must be tough,”

“Just the cards we were dealt, Mr Stark,” He turns his face away and he rubs his eyes as subtly as he can. Tony is nice enough not to mention it, turning his own head away. “Anyway. I’ve got Leia. I’ve got a little bit of her with me every day.”

“And you loved her?” Peter sighs softly as he wraps his arms around himself, still not meeting Tony’s eyes.

“We were fourteen, Mr Stark. I loved her for what I knew love to be,” They stood in silence for a few moments, both unsure of what to say. “I miss her a lot.”

“Does Leia know about her?”

“Yeah,” Peter smiles softly. “There’s some pictures of her in my room and we visit her grave and I tell her stories a lot. I’m not sure Leia understands what I’m talking about, but she always asks about her,” His smile turns sad as he talks, eyes on Leia the whole time. “She’s the spitting image of her,”

“She’s beautiful, Pete,”

“Yeah,” Peter looks back up at Tony, meeting his eyes for the first time in this conversation. “Yeah, she is,” They watch Leia together in a comfortable silence, the peace only breaking when Leia speaks again.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, darling?” Peter crouches down to pick his daughter up, settling her of his waist. She giggles softly as Peter spins her around, the teen grinning down at her.

“I’m hung’y, Daddy,”

“Well, that just won’t do, will it, princess?” Leia shakes her head quickly, eyes widening and hair falling in her face. “Come on, then. Let’s see what we’ve got,” As Peter crouches down again to shuffle through his bag, Tony clears his throat.

“There’s a café across the road, kid. Go and get a proper meal. Something warm. I know you’ve not had anything proper today,” When he notices the hesitation on Peter’s face, he continues quickly. “I’ll stay with Aunt Hottie. I’ll call you if anything happens,”

“I…I don’t know, Mr Stark. I don’t want to leave her,”

“Okay, then,” Tony sighs and bumps their shoulders together softly. “I’ll take little miss to the café. Get her a proper meal, at least. You stay here with May, get some rest, and we’ll bring you something back, right, Miss Parker?” Leia giggles quietly, nodding up at Tony and smiling.

“I can’t ask you to do that, Mr Stark,” Peter sighs as he stands up again, Leia’s arms still tangled together behind his neck, legs tight around his waist.

“You’re not asking, kid. I’m offering. You need a rest, Peter. Even if it’s just ten minutes while Leia eats,” Peter hesitates for a moment, rocking Leia gently.

“Alright,” He sighs eventually. “Will you be alright with Mr Stark, Leia?” The toddler nods her head as she unwinds her limbs from her father. Peter puts her down on the floor and smiles when she walks over to Tony, tugging his hand.

“Than’ you, Mista Stark,”

“No problemo, Sweetie,” He takes her hand and grins at her, and then looks back up at Peter as they walk up to the door. “Hey, Leia? Did Daddy tell you about the time that he fell over in my lab and broke one of my robots because he saw a spider?”

“No!” Leia giggles, skipping next to the man, looking up at him with wide eyes. Tony smirks when he hears Peter huff behind him.

“Well, I’ve got lots of stories like that that I have to tell you about. Your Daddy falls over a lot, you know,”

Peter smiles as he hears Leia giggle from down the hall.

[luhlust]

Hey, uh idk if I asked this already but can you do a Hatsuharu x Reader based on episode 4 season 2 of Fruits Basket? Because, in that episode Hatsuharu had his meltdown. But instead of him having a meltdown because of Rin it’s because you two and dating and had an argument? And uhm basically instead of him grabbing Tohru, he grabs you. And Kyo like punches him bc y’all are good friends~ and the ending is all fluffy and him apologizing for the argument or whatever. (Sorry if this is confusing)~~

Choose Me

Anime: Fruits Basket

Pairing: Soma Hatsuharu x Reader

Overview: Hatsuharu has been spending a lot of time with Rin making you, his girlfriend, jealous ending up with a huge rampage.

Note: I KNOW YOU SAID INSTEAD OF RIN IT SHOULD BE THE READER BUT I THINK IT'S CUTER THIS WAY. I hope you don't mind~ PLUS IM DONE WITH ALL THE REQUIREMENTS AND IM STILL STUDYING BUT THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST AND I CAN'T HELP BUT WRITE IT. I love Hatsuharu so much.

•-–-•

You really understand Hatsuharu's relationship with Rin. Maybe, a little too much. You were there for him afterall, helping him cope up with her behaviour, letting him cry on you, you supported Hatsuharu. You love him.

You grew to love him just by being together with him was enough for you so when Hatsuharu confessed he too, fell for you, you couldn't believe it, until his lips touched yours, cloud of smoke blinded your eye, laughing as you stared at his Ox form.

You knew Hatsuharu would need a lot of time to fully move on from Rin so you were okay with letting Hatsuharu settle the phase for your relationship.

Lately, Hatsuharu has been spending less time with you to take care of Rin who once again, escaped from the hospital. You didn't mind how he would abruptly go to her side, you didn't mind how he called you to cancel your plans with a short apology, you didn't mind if he kept choosing her over you.

That is before you reached your tipping point.

When Hatsuharu went back to your shared apartment, he really just wanted to sleep. Rin's words continued to ring in his ear, he is beyond exhaustion. He is not in the right state to hear your complaints.

"So, I just want to have your time! I bought us some tickets to th-" "God, can you just please shut up!"

Hatsuharu glared at you, slamming his bag across the room. Your throat suddenly became dry, hands balled into a fist. Hatsuharu immediately wanted to punch himself for bursting on you like that, he was just so annoyed but even he, himself knew it was not a good excuse.

"(y/n)..." He fumbled on his words, what can he say in a situation like this? He wanted to comfort you, his hands were shaking. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you walked passed him and entered the bedroom, leaving Hatsuharu to contemplate on his actions.

"Fuck.." He clicked his tongue.

Hatsuharu grabbed a bottle of water and drank to calm himself down. When he heard the door opened, he turned around and was ready to apologise but his eyes trailed to the duffel bag you were carrying.

"Where are you going?" He questioned softly, even if he already knew the answer. He was hoping it wasn't what he was thinking. "Away." You smiled at him, masking your emotions like you always did.

"Let's break up, Haru. No, Sohma-kun." Hatsuharu's eyes widened, speechless. You took his silence as a que to leave. Mustering up all your strength, you grabbed the doorknob, twisting it to open the door. Hatsuharu acted fast, he slammed the door close, trapping you against it.

"No. You're not going anywhere! C-Can't we fix this?" His voice cracked, he can't let you leave him. You were the only one who understood him, only one who accepted him as a whole! "Please...(y/n)..." Tears streamed down his face, the sight of him broke you more, you had to be strong. Cupping his face, you wiped his tears, trying to soothe him.

"I'm sorry Haru. You kept on choosing her and I kept on choosing you." Biting your lip, you kissed his forehead, Hatsuharu melted against your touch.

"Let me choose myself this time."

Hatsuharu felt like time slowed down as you slipped away from his grasp.

The door closed and he broked down.

He hasn't heard from you for a week.

It was difficult to be away from him, everything just screamed for you to go back and wrap your arms around him. You stayed with Kyo for the mean time, telling them that your apartment was undergoing a few construction and Hatsuharu decided to stay at the main state.

They really didn't question you a lot, you were that good at lying and hiding plus they are your friends too. You continued on with your life, trying to distract yourself. You were currently asked to bring some materials to Tohru's room. "Oh, (y/n)! That looks heavy!" She mused, standing up to help you settle the materials on the teacher's desk.

You stayed for a while, laughing at how they teased Kyo with Tohru. Sometimes you just want to smack the two at how oblivious these two are to their feelings. Seeing them, reminded you of Hatsuharu. Your heart dropped, spacing out of the window, you wondered if he's doing well.

There's something off about the day, you just felt anxious, like something bad is going to happen.

"Oh, Haru turned dark and is currently on a rampage during the homeroom!" Momiji grinned. "What? Why didn't you say earlier!?" You and the others dashed out of the room, bumping towards several people.

You could hear him breaking the windows, the other students and teacher were ourside frightened. You entered the room, everything was a mess.

Kyo immediately tried to talk some sense into him. "Shut up stupid cat. You're very existence causes trouble for us, all! Stupid cat!" His remarked annoyed Kyo immediately.

"Haru, I don't know why you're causing a rampage, but you shouldn't do that here." Hatsuharu clicked his tongue. You knew this was your fault, you knew why he was angry. Seeing him at this state, made you doubt if your decision was right. "Princess Yuki is such a worry-wart. Afraid I'll accidentally transform on my rampage?" His eyes met yours, a frown replacing his smirk.

"What? You're here? How lame." You stepped closer, hands up in surrender. "Haru, stop it. Calm down." Your voice angered him even more. "Stupid. Stupid. So damn, stupid! You're so twitchy, you'll feel a lot better if everyone would know." He reached out to you, grabbing your arm roughly.

"H-Haru...it hurts..." His grip around you tightened, pulling you closer until Kyo punched him. "I don't care what's your problem but is that how you should treat your girl?!" Kyo placed you behind him, shielding you from Hatsuharu.

"What's it to you? She's not my girl anymore." Hatsuharu's words struck you, you felt yourself losing your composure. "Oh I see. You went for the kitty cat didn't you? I shou-" You cut him off with a slap. His cheeks immediately became swollen, everyone stood shocked at the scene. "Enough, Haru..." You walked out of the room, eyes following you everywhere.

Your steps became faster as the time passed, slowly turning into a full sprint. You didn't know where you were going, you just wanted to get out of there.

The teacher managed to settle the issue down by pouring water to both of them, calming Hatsuharu in a snap. After some counselling, Hatsuharu met up with the others, apologizing for his behavior before noticing you were not there. "Where's (y/n)?" He managed to choke out, it was clear to them that he was very anxious.

"She ran out and we haven't seen her since earlier." Tohru answered, fidgeting, not knowing how he would react.

Hatsuharu excused himself, wanting to look for you. You couldn't have gotten that far, he knows you enough to know where you would go. He reached the door to the rooftop, staring at it blankly. You were crying, he was sure of it, so why can't he just open the damn door?

He was scared.

Scared of what you would say to him, scared to lose you more.

"Triple shit." He cussed, letting the door open, hands shielding his eyes from bright rays. He immediately saw you sitting down, music blasting through your phone.

Your eyes were closed but you knew he was there, a shadow loomed over you. You refused to open your eyes, you too were afraid.

Is this what happens when you fall inlove? Is this what love really is? To be afraid of one another yet still want to cling to one another even knowing the fact that they can hurt you anytime?

Hatsuharu doesn't care about anything anymore, he can't let you go, he could never let you go. You were more important to him, he was just selfish. He couldn't let go of the past but he wants a presen and a future with you.

Hatsuharu is more than willing to put his past behind and put you first, that's what he realised during those days of solitude.

He grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him, still being wary of not hugging you to close in order to prevent himself from transforming despite how startled you were. "Haru...?" You whispered, hands automatically finding its way around his body.

"Ah, I know now.." He smiled, enjoying the way your body tangled. "Home. I never realised it before. (y/n), you're my home." He buried his head against your neck, letting himself succumb to your scent.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for not being a good boyfriend. I know, I don't deserve you but you can count on me to make me deserve you, if you let me. Will you let me back?" You stared at him, nodding softly, before leaning in for a kiss.

Hatsuharu pulled you closer, his hand behind your head, deepening the kiss. It was desperate but passionate, the two of you missed each other. You love him, even if it hurts.

But is it really love if it doesn't hurt at all?

Your back was against the concrete, Hatsuharu straddled you, pinning you down as he continued to place kissed along your neck. "H-Haru! We can't do this he-ahh." Smirking upon seeing the purple hue on your neck, you smacked his chest. "But (y/n), let me show you how much I love you." He pouted, why did he have to be cute. Your fingeres played with his two-colored hair, you're really an idiot to this idiot.

"Yeah, yeah. Save it in closed doors will 'ya?" You stiffened, seeing Kyo and Yuki in the other side with a small tint of pink dusted on their cheeks. You immediately became flustered unlike Hatsuharu who calmly complained. "You guys are a cockblocker."

Tohru peered in, confused at why they are standing si stiffly. "Kyo? Yuki? Did you find the-" "IDIOT! DON'T LOOK!"

Hatsuharu had to leave to continue talking with his parents. He got suspended for a week while you were "sick" for a week as well.

Hatsuharu made it up to you for a whole week, assuring you that you will now be his first choice. You didn't have to worry about Rin anymore becuase everytime he needed to visit her, it was with you. He would always shield you if things became a little complicated, covering your ears when she said spiteful words, making me drag you out. That was the last time he visited Rin.

Now he's very clingy to you! Devoting his time and energy to you and only you. "(y/n), why are you too close with Yuki. I don't like it." Hatsuharu held you close, glaring at Yuki who just let out a sigh.

"Love birds."

[dragynkeep]

Top 5 worst male characters and Top 5 worst female characters in RWBY, and brief reasons why?

This is the type of ask that’s gonna get me shit but I have known no hubris in my life so let’s go. These won’t be in the case of being intentionally bad, I’m doing more on personal taste and the quality of their writing. 

Worst Male Characters

1. Adam Taurus

Obviously, Adam is at the top of the list for me. His storyline was butchered from a story of racism and vigilantism to a story about domestic abuse, his brand was cheap shock value with very little substance, he stopped being threatening after the Fall of Beacon and instead became a whiny little bitch, and his voice acting is just bad.

He sounds like he’s gonna call me a slur on Xbox Live.

2. Jacques Schnee

Yeah, the abusive rich man who runs slave mines is bad, but that’s not the main reason he’s on this list. I could accept a character like that if the writers made him good, but they didn’t. Jacques wasn’t intimidating at all. He wasn’t smart at all. The man who conned his father in law and wife into giving him complete control of the most powerful company in Remnant is not the same man we get in the actual show.

He’s whiny, cowardly, and a useless villain who’s entire downfall was treated like a poorly made joke, and now only serves as comic relief in the Jailbirds scenes in V8. 

3. Hazel Rainart

Same issues with Jacques and Adam, but less egregious. Hazel was actually a pretty interesting villain in his earlier volumes, and even after his blunder at the Batlle of Haven, he went back to being kinda good in V6 with his protective behaviour towards Emerald. And then V8 came around and I grew to hate how stupid his reasons for joining Salem were, and the fact that he just beat the shit outta Oscar while whining about his dead sister.

Bro, Idgaf about someone I never met while you’re maiming a 15 year old boy because you wanna be mad at the guy in his head. 

4. Qrow Branwen

It’s the same case with Hazel. I actually liked Qrow up until V6, and even then I cared enough to try and see where his alcoholism arc went since it’s a serious issue that affects not only my family, but my people. I started to dislike him after he punched Oscar and kept being horrible to the boy, all without apologising in the end, but v7 and 8 made me really hate him. 

I don’t care for his edgy attitude, and I don’t care that he got his self-help book boyfriend murdered by a crackhead. Add onto CRWBY butchering a serious topic about alcoholism with him, and he’s just sank right down writing sense.

5. Ghira Belladonna

I never liked Ghira. I think the others are higher than him on this list just on the virtue that I liked them, or the idea of them, and the writing just pulled them down so much.

But I never had that problem with Ghira, so the disappointment doesn’t sting as bad. He’s just an unnecessary character that cheapens Blake since she’s now a princess, a useless father who somehow couldn’t get his own 12 year old daughter back even thought she didn’t even bother to change her own name, and then featured live on a tournament channel that the whole world saw. He was a useless leader, his ideology was stupid and almost got him and others killed, and he was so ungrateful towards Adam for saving his stupid furry ass that I completely sided with Sienna calling him the fuck out.

At least he’s not on my screen anymore, but I know that won’t last forever and I gotta look at his dumb face again.

Worst Female Characters

1. Cinder Fall

God, she is the worst villain and character in this show. She’s so flat, her stans are annoying as fuck, her voice leaves a lot to be desired, and the fact that there’s hardly anything to her for seven years makes it even worse now that we finally got a backstory for her, and it’s one we ALL GUESSED.

Who would’ve thought she’d be a Cinderella who killed her abusive family, I am shooketh. 

2. Blake Belladonna

Blake was my favourite girl in RWBY and I’m mad at CRWBY for what they’ve done to her.

It says a lot that a girl still affected by the abuse and trauma of fighting in a terrorist organisation has more personality and backbone than one who’s supposedly broken free of her traumatic past and moved forward. Blake now is spineless, flat, boring ass cardboard cutout of what she once was, who would rather let her human friends defend her from racists than call them out herself like she did to Weiss in Volume 1. 

She’s spoiled, priviledged, annoying, and Arryn has such a flat voice on top of being a gross ass person that I get annoyed every time she speaks. She’s no longer an oppressed minority fighting for the rights of her people, she’s a princess who would rather go to a club with people she didn’t even like than a rally against the man who caused so much suffering to her people. Even her talk with Nora about not letting yourself be taken over by who you’re with romantically is hypocritical, since that’s exactly what’s happened to her since she’s been paired up with Yang.

She couldn’t even have the spotlight of fighting her own VILLAIN, Yang was the one who broke Adam’s Aura and had the big triumphant moment of throwing his sword in the river while she was too busy fucking rock climbing. 

3. Yang Xiao Long

Yang was my second favourite girl in RWBY and I’m mad at CRWBY for what they’ve done to her.

Yang wasn’t super developed in the earlier volumes. Honestly, I didn’t think much until her talk with Blake about Raven in Burning The Candle, and her dismemberment leading her towards depression and PTSD. Come Volume 4, I was alright with the portrayal of her recovery. I don’t think they gave enough time between her trying on the arm and then being good enough to leave, but in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t bad. 

What was bad was everything after. Yang became a hypocritical, moody bitch who would drag everyone for their bad decisions while ignoring her own. Her PTSD, something VERY personal to me, was ruined and up and vanished by V7 since she’s now killed the man who gave her the disorder so obviously it’s cured! She is always on Ozpin’s case for the birds shit, and then keeping secrets, but then goes and does the exact same thing while giving little resistance to others doing it because they’re family.

Even her argument with Ruby in V8 was tame as fuck. She blamed Ruby for things not going well while ignoring that it was her own dumbass decisions that contributed to it. Ruby didn’t tell Yang to go and spill the beans to Robyn, her stupid cat girlfriend did that, and Yang went along with it while being unrepentant later on when Ironwood was RIGHTFULLY pissed about it.

Add onto v8 then having her worry about how BLAKE thought about her, rather than RUBY, and I just hate her. This ain’t Yang, I want Yang back. 

4. Nora Valkyrie

Nora is just a flat character. Her voice is annoyingly high pitched and screechy, her jokes aren’t funny, and all the things I loved that she got in v4 was later dropped entirely. She had such good moments in V4 that actually made me appreciate her more, and then she just became another hypocrite in v7 who wanted to yell at Ironwood while refusing to look at her own flaws.

On top of her kissing Ren when he was clearly not in the mood to talk, and it made me hate her. It’s not a cute ship moment, it’s a creepy disrespect of someone’s personal space. If it was the other way around, no one would think it was cute.

5. Robyn Hill

Similar to Ghira’s reasons, I never liked Robyn, so she’s low down on the list compared to the others since at one point I loved the others (Minus Cinder but she’s just so bad that she’s #1).

Robyn isn’t a good freedom fighter. She runs in without thinking about things and then proceeds to deny any responsibility of her actions. She won’t accept that maybe her agreeing with the same serial killer that nearly killed her and Fiona, on top of succeeding in murdering some of her supporters and Forest, and starting a fight with Clover in an enclosed space wasn’t a good idea. 

Add onto the fact that she’s really just incompetent. She steals supplies from Ironwood to fix the wall and help Mantle, but after time we see that nothing has been done. 

Christina Vee is wasted on her honestly.

[massivelycreepypineapple]

Retribution

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dean is giving the reader the silent treatment. The reader resorts to drastic measures to get him to talk.

Words: 1062 ish

A/N: This is probably absolute shit, so I’m sorry bout that. But I had this idea and wanted to see where it goes. Feedback is always appreciated!

“Dean pleaaaseeee” Begged Y/N. “I’m sorry! How many times do I have to apologise?”

Dean was in the library researching and giving Y/N the silent treatment. It had been going on for two days now and it was driving her crazy. She felt so bad as it is, but to give her the silent treatment was making it worse.

It wasn’t her fault really. Well fine, she was the one driving Baby when it crashed. But in her defence she was hungry and exhausted. The hunt they were on really took a toll on them. The vamp nest was bigger than usual but Y/N was the one who got hurt. She hadn’t eaten or slept well in days and all she could think about throughout was a bigass burger with fries. So she “borrowed” Baby when Dean and Sam were asleep.

But turns out, driving when you are sleep deprived and hungry is not the right decision, who would’ve thought? Y/N nodded off at the wheel and crashed into a lamppost. When she came back with a largely dented car, all hell broke loose and here she was back at the bunker, with Dean not talking to her.

“I’m sorry, Dean. I know Baby means so much to you. But she’s fixed now and-“

Dean got up abruptly and walked out the room leaving Y/N speechless. She sighed and sat down in his chair and rested her head on the table. She then got an idea. She had had enough of this bullshit and decided to get him to talk.

Couple of hours later she heard Dean come back and head towards their room. She gave him sometime before grabbing some markers and slipping into the room. Lucky for her the bastard clearly had a few too many (who dafuq drinks so much in the afternoon!) and was sprawled out on the bed fast asleep. Now she could get to work in peace.

She walked out the room looking completely smug. Right at that time Sam came back from a supply run and bumped into her in the hallway.

“Hiya Sammy!” She grinned at him, making him suspicious immediately.

“What did you do, L/N?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh nothing really.”

“You look happy. Is Dean talking to you again?” He asked with hope in eyes. This whole ordeal was quite troublesome for him. He wanted it to end badly.

“Oh no” Y/N laughed. “He’s a stubborn little shit. But he will soon. I guarantee it!” She smiled at Sam.

Sam sighed and shook his head in exasperation and made his way to his room.

_____

An hour later Y/N was busy in the kitchen trying to figure out what to make for dinner. When suddenly she heard Dean -

“Y/NNNNNN! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

She smiled to herself, finally he was talking to her. It didn’t matter that she was getting yelled at, all she wanted was for him to talk to her again.

Dean stormed into the kitchen with a murderous look on his face. Oh if looks could kill.

“Why would you do this!?” He said with gritted teeth. She had drawn circles around his eyes, a moustache and a beard. The tip of his nose was coloured too. The cherry on top was the word “Baby” written on his forehead.

With every ounce of self control, Y/N managed to pull off an innocent look despite wanting to laugh so hard.

“What did I do, Dean? You look the same to me.” She said, Choking at the end but covering it up quickly.

That’s when Sam came running into the kitchen after hearing the commotion. “What the fu-“ He stopped midway as he saw Dean. He stared at him for a good 5 seconds before he burst out laughing. Y/N’s behaviour finally made sense now.

“Shut the fuck up, Sam!!”

“Oh my god! I can’t breathe!” Said Sam.

“Y/N, God! You’re such a child!” He glared at her.

“Oh I’m the child?! You wouldn’t talk to me for 2 days! And you call me the child! Real classy, Winchester!” She replied folding her arms and with a glare that could rival his.

“And you thought drawing on me was the way to go???”

Y/N simply shrugged at that.

“You crashed Baby! I just repaired her and you just went and stole her and crashed her! And not to mention, you could’ve died, Y/N!”

“Oh jee! You care about me now?! You have a funny way of showing that!”

“Of course I fucking care about you! Why do you think I was so angry? I Ignored you caz I was scared. You were already hurt because of that stupid vampire! He almost killed you and then you get in a damn car crash!”

“I’m sorry, okay! I didn’t mean to worry you. I know I made an error in judgment. And I needed you to talk to me again even if it just led to you yelling. So I drew on your face.”

Dean sighed and closed his eyes. He rubbed his face, “God, Y/N. You used permanent marker. I can’t show my face to anyone!”

“Nooo!” Said Sam, with barely controlled glee. “You did not!”

Y/N gave them both a sheepish look. “In my defence, I didn’t realise it was permanent until it was too late.”

“And you wrote ‘Baby’ on his forehead!”

“Well… He was mad I crashed his car, so I wrote Baby on his head caz I was mad that he cared about her more than me.” Mumbled Y/N.

Dean’s eyes softened at that. He wrapped his arms around her waist and said, “I could never care about my car more than you, Y/N. You’re one of the most important people in my life. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I’m sorry I drew on you.”

He went to kiss her, but she pulled back “Sorry babe, I can’t take you seriously looking like that.” She smirked. “You’re a walking doodle”

Sam snorted, “No one can.”, he then took a picture of him with his phone and walked out, but not before getting flipped off by Dean.

“Help me get it off” He whined, making her giggle.  

“Only if you promise to not give me the silent treatment ever again.”

“I promise!”

[lucidpantone]

I really hate the crew of wtfock for what they did to me. I was such a fan of the show since s1, I found happiness in every clips, every posts on insta, I found amazing people on tumblr, twitter, but everything went downhill in s4, I could not accept Kato as a main, I'm a proud black girl and this season broke my heart to the max. The inexcusable racism, the hidden hate towards POCs on social medias, the silencing voices... I even started to dislike some actors for being friends with Romi when she was the one who accepted to take away the role of a POC, to accept to play a racist girl and have discriminatory behaviour in 2020 of all that, and to even joke on her insta just because her friend said it was ok and she didn't even apologise when we called her out for it. Yeah they ruined my happiness and I can't even be happy when I see a wtfock post now. To even have Nora do a live and defend the season, saying that it's a prejudice based one ? Hurts me so much. And not even one excuses coming from the crew, nothing, it hurts deeply. I can't even enjoy anymore the beautiful fanfics that the fandom write. I read every zoenne and sobbe fics but now I don't even bother checking if there is new fic. I hate them for taking my happiness off me. They're starting to go downhill too with the lack of insta posts from their characters and only die hard fans of sobbe are here now let's be honest. Yasmina's season can't be saved if there is still Kato but a glimpse of sobbe will make the fandom shut up and they know it. It's sad and I'm so upset about it. Sorry for the rant but I so badly wanted to talk.

This is insanely long but these words are for my anon

Oh dear.....well am happy you told me and the looney tunes. I can’t say I blame you because s4 is so toxic and cruel on so many levels. You know some people will say its just a show “let it go” but I think what people don’t realize is what this show that you clearly loved tells you about the world at large. That even shows, brands, movements and celebrities can harbor questionable morality towards issues of race. S4 ended up being an exercise in showing [us/the audience] how morally corrupt the bosses of wtfock truly are and how at end of the day all those black boxes on instagram mean nothing when it comes to money. Because guess what? Platforming racist ideology does have a price and wtfock made it very clear that they got paid. Look am gonna tell you something that my anons have been saying in a coded way but havent said directly but lets just put it all on the table. 

S4 when Romi took the role it was not pitched as a season exploring interracial relationships or white privilege. It was never meant to be that. So Romi had no way in knowing what it would turn into. After the premiere night production panicked because they saw everyones disappointment towards the main(it should have been Moyo & everyone knows it even they do now) and took a hard left. Noa was meant to be Romi’s co-star but it was never meant to have all these racial undertones or not as extreme. The reason the script changed is because wtfock wanted to keep this whole “small engine that could” rapport going that they literally made the last minute call to try to tackle race relations. I mean to you and I we are probably like are these people for real? They are just gonna try to tackle race and white privilege as a story arc without having done the sufficient research and or had the man power in the writing room concerning writers with lived experienced on the topic. Yea, they did that. So anyways they “just decided” on a whim to tackle race *facepalm*. Now that decision in itself is an embodiment of white privilege. A bunch of white dudes wanted woke points and thought “race” yea we can totally do that topic unprepared. Hence why episode 2/3 were so damn repetitive and also literally made no sense. Am sure they pitched this to Romi as some super intellectual and thoughtful narrative that would hold deeper meaning. So I am not defending her instagram actions but I want to give her situation a bit of context. Also am pretty sure she tried to tell us in a round about way. Her insta post was just a display in lacking any awareness towards the importance and pain of BLM because she obviously just lacks race education or common sense but she is a 22 year old brand model so am not really looking for her to set an example. To me wtfock became in some weird way so high on fandom validation that they were egotistical enough to think they could try to tackle this insanely complex topic on a whim and with a 1st time screenwriter at that. S4 was doomed to fail from the start because it was a literal embodiment of unconscious bias that then turned into conscious bias because at one point they knew it was terrible while filming but they were too deep in to pull the plug. You are so in your right to be upset at them because to me the most hurtful thing is that THEY KNOW IT WAS BAD and they won’t address it and now they are going to use their token queer couple to try and fix this. Leave the gays out of it. You can’t fix racism with queerness it doesn’t work that way buddy(am looking at you Rutgers) especially for those who are part of both parties. Do I think a large part of the fan base will “forgive” wtfock for what they did? Probably, but its weird since technically wtfock should be asking their fans who are poc for forgiveness above anyone else. I guess I am not as pissy about the whole situation because am either cynical or emotionally numb to this type of fuckery. I would say concerning the cast and the crew it really isnt their fault. I hear from good sources a lot of them tried to say something and they were shut down. Look if you cant let this go then try to find some semblance of resolve over this. You’re allowed to be mad but at the same time this is the world we live in and this will happen to you again and again (trust me I speak from experience). I do hope you can try to find some comfort in Zoenne and Sobbe and try not to see the cronies of wtfock in their love stories but if you can’t then pack all their shit up and throw it in the attic. Maybe one day you can reopen that box. Last words of advice, happiness is a moving target because in reality it’s a compilation of moments that continuously mutate to accommodate other moments. So don't let s4 taint what moments you had with wtfock and try to remember the things you loved and if you need to walk then walk away. I wish I could give you the biggest hug right now but trust me when I say what you feel is so valid and am so happy you spoke to me about it.

[xxrainbow-princessxx]

Firm Hand, Soft Heart - Leo x Isabella (N*FW, 🍋)

This fic is for Day 1 of the CFWC Kinktober Challenge

Day 1: Brat Taming | First Time | Aftercare

The words used in bold are included in this fanfic. Please only read if you are comfortable with the subject matter and also you are 18+. PSA completed.

TW: In this fic we will be discussing brat taming, punishment, sub drop and aftercare.

Tagging: @drakewalkerfantasy @itslaniquelove @kingliam2019 @kimmiedoo5 @mom2000aggie @lorirwritesfanfic @lorircreates @hopefulmoonobject @rafasgirl23415 @texaskitten30 @rainbowsinthestorm @desireepow-1986 @speedyoperarascalparty @liam-rhys @choicesficwriterscreations

All under the jump!! ❤️❤️

“You got this big guy...” Liam patted his brother’s shoulder, “I didn’t think she would show... But you’ve always had her wrapped around your little finger anyway...” Leo flashed a bright smile to his brother chuckling, “I’m not so sure about that... before, maybe...” Isabella and Leo hadn’t spoken in weeks after she saw him being snapped by the paparazzi with a statuesque blonde Swedish model draped around him in a nightclub in Monaco, “...but now, I’m not so sure...” Liam gave the Crown Prince a knowing look as he laughed heartily, “You can handle her... Isabella doesn’t listen to reason and seemingly... neither do you...” The brothers watched attentively as the Crown Princess’ thigh high louboutin boots clicked across the marble flooring, surrounded by guards and her father’s advisors in step. Leo winced slightly as his eyes followed her petite frame analysing every curve whilst she walked past in a short black bodycon dress. Isabella’s long chestnut brown hair had been straightened out, bouncing and flowing down her back only added to her polished look. Biting down on his lip, he knew he needed something to help him calm down; she looked good.

Leo’s brow raised as he threw back his measure of Cordonia’s finest apple brandy, warming his chest as the fiery liquid quelled his anxieties. He hated negotiations, he hated having to host anything but Constantine demanded it and knowing that Isabella being there would be difficult in more ways than one, knowing she would bust his balls when given the chance just to test him. Constantine insisted on the meetings, he wanted Cordonia to be put on the map, he wanted the neighbouring Kingdom’s to know that Cordonia was open for business. What Leo didn’t anticipate was the Laurentian Princess’ arrival, swearing blatantly after their last argument she would never step foot in Cordonia again. It didn’t matter that Leo apologised, sent flowers or jewellery, the Princess didn’t want to know returning everything with a delightful note telling him to ‘Fuck off...’ along with anything he sent. Watching the Princess storm through the Cordonian Palace glaring at anyone who looked in her direction, Leo turned to Liam, “Well brother...” barely managing a carefree smile, Leo ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair, “Wish me luck!”

Leo wasn’t in the mood for any of this, let alone having to deal with the petite brunette’s wicked temper as an addition to his roster of duties. The Laurentian Crown Princess stepped in for her father as a last minute change to his schedule and no matter how much she protested, Isabella knew that she would have to bite the bullet. If it was going to be painful for her, she most certainly wasn’t going to make it easy for Leo. Isabella sat in the drawing room, her lips pursed as her dark chocolate brown eyes glared towards the clock, he was late and he was wasting her time once again. Her eyes narrowed, rolling across to the right as the door finally opened with Leo smiling as if nothing happened pulling on the sleeves of his crisp white shirt fixing his cufflinks, “Good afternoon...” he warmly greeted those in the room, almost chuckling noticing Isabella folding her arms remaining in her seat, “Good to see you Princess...” he teased, sitting opposite her, “The pleasure is not reciprocated...” huffed the brunette, “You’re late...” she bluntly added before pushing forward a list of considerations. Leo’s sea green eyes initially met hers. He tried not to notice the golden speckles of honey that glittered in her irises, accentuated by the sunshine coming through the windows flooding the drawing room with light. Isabella didn’t speak as Leo unfolded the page passed to him, the less she had to speak to him, the better.

Momentarily Leo broke eye contact with Isabella to read her demands. Leaning back on his chair, the Crown Prince bit down on his lower lip chuckling, “Are you trying to insult me? I’m afraid it’s not working...” Isabella rolled her eyes and with a heavy sigh she snapped, “The last time I checked... the world doesn’t revolve around you Señor Rys...” Leo laughed to himself, running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair before he glared at the petite Princess, his voice lowering, laced with authority, “I’ll remind you, that in my Kingdom - it does...” Isabella’s almond shaped eyes slowly narrowed with disgust, Snapping “Fuck you!” to the surprise of their advisors, “Your Royal Highness...” they began to panic, “You... you...” before turning to Leo, “We can only...” Leo stared at Isabella. As she raised her dark, arched brow, Leo knew this wasn’t playing politics for her, this was payback. She was acting up on purpose. The Crown Prince noticed a barely noticeable flicker of delinquency in her eyes, knowing that the petite brunette was getting off on the struggle of power. Sucking in his cheeks, Leo commanded “Can you give me a moment alone with the Crown Princess? Everyone else... out!” Their advisors looked at one another but as the tension grew in the room between the Royals, they finally agreed. “Yes... we’ll reconvene once you both are ready...”

Leo stood as she glared angrily at Isabella, walking across the desk towards her. Purposely Leo kicked the chair that Isabella was sat on, causing her to angrily rise to her feet. The Laurentian Princess raised her hand but Leo held onto her wrist. She watched as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, turning from a sea green to a sparkling emerald. Leo’s voice deepened to a guttural growl, “If you’re going to act like a brat... I’ll treat you like a fucking brat...” his index finger traced her jawline, titling her chin to face him, their eyes locked onto one another, “Or are you going to be a good little kitten and behave?” Isabella pulled her face away as Leo began to smile, “Not the answer I was looking for beautiful...” His fingers traced the side of her neck feeling her breathing hitch slightly, he knew he had her. No matter what he had done, Isabella couldn’t help herself; Leo knew the petite brunette acted out to fuck with men but would submit easily when the attention she wanted came at a price. Carefully, Leo placed his hand around her neck with a very slight pressure as Isabella barked back, “Make me...” She was pushing all of Leo’s buttons but she wasn’t going to win. Not today. He leaned down whispering into her ear, “You want to say that again?” His voice demanded an answer, “Look at me and say it...” the Blonde Cordonian grunted.

Isabella could feel a shiver go down her spine, as the Crown Prince of Cordonia spoke, she knew exactly what she was doing as she looked up into Leo’s eyes with a coy smile, repeating herself, slowly emphasising her words, “Make... me...” almost taunting him into disciplining her. Leo chuckled as his hand rested on her waist, “Kitten...” he began to smile, “You know I’ll fuck the brat out of you if you don’t behave...” Isabella raised her brow in defiance with a coy smile scoffing at the thought but Leo wasn’t in the mood for her bullshit. Spinning the petite Princess around, she let out a squeal as Leo bent her over the table, his hands caressed her back until his fingers entangled through her hair, twisting it as his strong, muscular frame lay against her back, pinning her against the oak table. Leo kissed her neck slowly, lips barely brushing against her skin, whispering so only she could hear, “You know I still love you kitten... don’t you?” Isabella whimpered as Leo’s hands followed the curve of her body, “Talk to me beautiful...” her core was yearning for the Crown Prince’s touch as Leo put Isabella in her place. Leo discovered quite early into their relationship that Isabella had a power play kink. The Princess found control a turn on - very few dared to ever challenge her authority and she tested most men’s patience to an inch of tolerability but Leo knew if he could tap into that want; that need - she would make a very willing little after all of the brattish behaviour was firmly dealt with.

Underneath it all, Leo knew that all Isabella wanted was to be loved for her, to feel safe and someone to take the burden of control away. “Sí...” she purred as Leo tightened his hold, “Yes... what?” Isabella turned her head to look at Leo and with a smile, she cooed, “Sí... por pavor...” with a flutter of her eyelashes, Leo bit down on his lower lip, the hand he used to caress her ass, he raised it, striking her with a sharp smack. “How many demands did you have?” Leo growled as he pulled the hem of her dress up, exposing her lower half and little black lace thong. “Seven...” The word barely passed her ruby red plump lips before Leo’s hand connected with her bare ass cheek, rolling her eyes as she purred. “Count!” Leo barked as Isabella’s chest heaved, “One...” “Two...” Leo’s fingers danced across her aching clit, “Kitten... you are so fucking wet...” “Three...” “Four...” Leo could only lick his lips with anticipation as Isabella was compiling, savouring her submissiveness as she stood there in her black thigh high boots with her red marked ass wiggling in the air. “Five...” Effortlessly he unbuckled his suit trousers, his erection throbbing, struggling to break free. As his trousers to his ankles, Leo pressed the tip of his cock against her wetness, pushing in deep on the first thrust. Isabella groaned as her pussy stretched, encapsulating and accommodating his full length. Gripping onto her hips, Leo wasted no time thrusting harder each time as the petite Princess gasped, reaching out aimlessly to hold onto the table, her ruby red manicured nails tried helplessly to dig into the table to hold onto something.

Leo clenched his teeth, he was nearly there. As his nostrils flared, he groaned loudly, immediately pulling out as he felt Isabella’s walls starting to contract around him, “Turn Around!” he barked with his deep voice, “Get on your knees beautiful...” Isabella pushed herself off of the table as her doe like chocolate brown eyes looked up at the Crown Prince. Hungrily, Leo pulled her close to him, roughly kissing Isabella until she felt almost breathless, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth to allow the moment to linger. Just because he was dominating her didn’t mean that Leo didn’t show his romantic side. He did love her and wanted to fulfil her every need. It was important for him to show Isabella he cared, not all of this was one-sided. Stumbling, the Princess stepped back before lowing herself onto her knees still with her dress pulled up around her waist, not once breaking eye contact. Taking Leo’s thick, hard pulsating member into her hand, she opened her mouth allowing her tongue to taste and tease his length. Leo entangled his fingers through her hair as he bucked his hips back and forth pushing his cock further into her throat. “That’s it...” praising the petite brunette, “You feel so good...” as he encouraged her to take more.

Isabella began to choke but Leo held her in place so she could get used to the sensation. Pulling her head back slightly, Leo grinned as she fluttered her long dark eyelashes up towards him, taking him willingly in her mouth. With a groan, Leo’s eyes narrowed, he could no longer hold back as his warm cum flowed freely down the petite brunette’s throat. Isabella stayed in place as her tongue once again slowly licked up and down Leo’s thick shaft dutifully lapping up any excess. Reaching out to take her hand, Leo helped Isabella up to her feet, pulling her close to him. Picking her up like a doll, Leo pinned the Laurentian beauty to the closest wall he could find, his lips peppering kisses along her neck, “I’ve missed you kitten...” Isabella pressed her head against Leo’s as they kissed once another sensually. Her eyes burned with desire and with a coy smile she teased “So much for counting to Seven...” Leo with a smirk set the Princess back down onto her feet walking back to his desk. Sitting down he smiled to himself watching as Isabella pulled down her dress, “Not so fast beautiful... you gotta earn those last two...”

Pouting, Isabella sat down fixing her makeup wiping away her running mascara and smudged lipstick as if nothing ever happened whilst Leo called the advisors back in. With a smile he ripped up Isabella’s demands, sending the torn pieces into the air, “We’ve agreed on Cordonia using Laurentian ports to export our goods...” Isabella’s eyes widened in horror, their advisors stepping in, “But Your Royal Highness... we can’t allow...” Leo stared at Isabella as he picked up a pen handing it to her, “Well Princess... if you want the remainder, you need to sign...” her advisors looked at one another but the Laurentian Princess never spoke. Did she broker a deal? Isabella looked up towards Leo, his glare made her feel almost giddy as she reached out for the pen immediately doing as she was told. After signing the request, Leo winked at her, “Good...” he smiled, “Now if you’ll excuse me...” he pushed his chair out, “I have an evening engagement to prepare for...” walking off, he turned to face Isabella with a devilish smile, “I’ll see you at Seven Your Royal Highness, I think you’ll quite enjoy tonight’s festivities...” Isabella sat with her hands carefully on her lap watching as Leo disappeared into the hallway.

Taking a moment, Isabella’s cheeks blushed, relishing that she was going to be somehow rewarded and painfully wanted those two extra smacks so badly. The Crown Princess knew she had made a deal with the devil, her head screaming at her to stop but Isabella’s heart drowned out all logic; she was good, she did as she was told. Quietly, the petite brunette rose to her feet, mumbling to her guards as she began to wander off, “I... excuse me...” towards the designated room she was given in the Palace. Immediately, the Princess wasted no time removing all of her clothing as a rush of sadness lay heavy upon her chest. Turning the controls of the shower, Isabella blinked back unexplainable tears. She was scared, she had never felt so alone. The water above her began to trickle down her petite frame, stinging her skin with each red hot droplet. Isabella lowered herself down onto the floor, pulling her knees to her chest making herself as small as she could. She felt shameful, horrified at what just happened. Leo took her and then without a second thought brushed her off as if nothing really happened.

“Excuse me...” Leo turned, his conversation with a group of nobles interrupted, “Excuse me Your Royal Highness...” finding it strange that one of Isabella’s advisors would want to speak with him directly, “May I have a moment of your time?” Leo was ready to dismiss him, he’d had enough politics talk for a lifetime but the look of uncertainty and worry on the advisors face told him not to. “Yes...” he moved away from the group, so they were out of earshot, “Can I help you?” The advisor slowly sighed, “I know I am out of line to ask... but... did something happen when you spoke to the Crown Princess?” Leo’s brow raised in question. Fuck, did he hear something? Trying to hide his shock, he tried to laugh it off, “Whatever do you mean?” Shaking his head, the advisor sighed, “She just didn’t seem herself afterwards at all... Her Royal Highness didn’t really speak...” Leo’s sea green eyes narrowed as he looked around the crowd but he couldn’t see her anywhere, “Ok...” Leo nodded, patting him on the shoulder, “Thanks for letting me know...” with a gracious warm smile he continued, “Let me see if I can find her, I think she said she had a headache earlier... please...” he gestured towards the trays of champagne and canapés passing through, “Enjoy the rest of your stay...”

Leo knew what room Isabella was in, he chose it especially for her away from all of the other guests. He knocked on the door but there was no answer before trying the handle. Opening the door slowly and quietly, he heard the sound of the shower and Isabella whimpering. Leo’s eyes widened in horror, not knowing what he would find. “Isabella!” He shouted, scrambling to remove his dinner jacket before entering the bathroom. Squinting through the steam filled room, Leo could barely see her until he reached in to switch off the water allowing the dense haze dissipated. Isabella raised her head, her cheeks stained with black kohl liner and mascara. “Kitten...” Leo cooed, immediately reaching out for a towel, wrapping it around her as she sat motionless, “It’s ok...” Isabella didn’t speak as she averted her gaze from him, closing her eyes to hide from the humiliation. Leo began to remove his clothing before sitting down beside her with a towel wrapped around his waist. Leo coaxed the Princess into a cuddle and gently placed kisses on the top of her head “Beautiful...” he whispered as she sat behind her, holding the petite brunette tightly against his chest, “Just tell me what you need...” Isabella dug her nails into his strong arms, holding Leo as tightly as she could. His voice was always her favourite sound, she needed to be held, needed to be told everything was going to be ok.

“Wh... what’s happening?” she quietly stuttered, completely unsure of herself. Leo cleared his throat, his heart filled with guilt and remorse, “I’m so sorry kitten... This is my fault, I shouldn’t have left you alone, I should have stayed, I should have fucking noticed...” Leo intertwined his fingers with hers whilst carefully and strategically placing kisses on the side of Isabella’s shoulder. Leo mumbled as he pressed his lips against her olive, sun kissed skin, “You know how amazing you are? You know I won’t let anything bad ever happen... I promise” Isabella’s body shaking in his arms as she began to slowly come around. She tilted her head slightly to look up at Leo and under all the running mascara, her dark chocolate brown eyes exposed her exhaustion. Placing his lips against hers, Leo kissed the Laurentian Princess slowly, his thumb gently caressed her cheek as his fingers cradled her jaw. With his next breath, Leo whispered, “I love you so much...” with a caring smile, he began to chuckle, “Let’s get you ready for bed beautiful...” carefully he rose to his feet, bringing the petite brunette with him. Removing the towel he put around her, Isabella and Leo quickly washed themselves before drying off and getting under the covers of the Super King Size bed that immersed the Princess’ petite frame.

Leo held Isabella as close as he could, staring into her eyes he tenderly smiled. With his thumb, he removed the last smudge of mascara that stained her cheek, “No one should ever make you cry... especially not me...” he swallowed hard as Isabella bit down on her lip, “Can you ever forgive me?” Isabella nodded tiredly before placing her head against his chest and in moments, she finally relaxed, falling asleep. Leo lowered his voice as he placed a kiss onto the crown of her head, “I’m not going anywhere kitten...” and no matter how many times his cell phone buzzed, he hung up or ignored the call, this was more important. He would deal with the consequences later with Constantine but Isabella was his priority. She slept for around an hour and wakening to Leo’s strong, muscular arms around her. With a chuckle, Leo gave the Crown Princess a playful squeeze, “Welcome back sleepy head...” Isabella’s eyes widened, placing her hand on his ripped chest, “What time is it?! You shouldn’t be here... Your father...” Leaning down, Leo began to kiss her softly with a smile, “The only thing you needed to be concerned about was 7pm... Constantine will be fine...” Isabella raised her brow, “Ready for what? Did you not say earlier you have an evening engagement?” The confusion across her face made Leo laugh, “You are my evening engagement... I was planning to take you to dinner, then kiss you here... here and maybe here for dessert...” he teased, “...and depending on how gorgeous you look when we are going out later, I’ll tear up our little agreement we made earlier...” It didn’t matter whether she was dolled up from head to toe, or if she had been crying with most of her makeup running down her face, Leo always thought she was gorgeous - Isabella just had to believe what he saw.

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BTS Reaction: You Have A Hard Time Giving Birth

Jin:

Worried eyes watched as you stood up from the bed, barely able to move your legs to walk. “Well I wasn’t expecting this to be as hard as it is,” you groaned.

He frowned, knowing how hard labour had taken its toll on you. “We knew it wasn’t going to be an overnight fix, they said it would take some time for you jagi.”

“It’s just annoying that I can’t do the simplest of things.”

He hated it, feeling so helpless for you. “You just need to practice, and soon you’ll build yourself back up, just don’t run before you can walk.”

“That’s not funny,” you scolded, “now is not the time for your stupid puns.”

“Sorry love, I’m only trying to help you. I wish that things could be easier for you,” he apologised, watching as you took a few small steps. “I promise you’ll be running around the place in no time.”

“You really are no help at all, I can only dream of going for a run right now,” you sighed, “and instead I’m walking like I’m about to pee myself.”

“And look what came of it, our beautiful baby girl,” he encouraged, pointing over to the cot.

“I guess you’re right, she is worth it.”

Yoongi:

Rolling over in bed you grabbed tighter onto the blanket, yet it was still no good in warming you up as you tried to get yourself together. “Yoongs, do you think you could get a hot water bottle?”

He looked at you in confusion, “you’ve only just had a mug of coffee, there’s no way that you can still be cold. Is this normal after labour?”

“I guess it’s just one of those things after giving birth.”

He nodded, grabbing the bottle from your side. “I think it’s because it was such a long labour, I didn’t think it would be a hard time after labour too though.”

“Hopefully I’ll be good in a couple of days,” you smiled, “just need to get warm.”

“I promise, I’m on it, one hot water bottle coming up. Maybe I could do you some soup for tea tonight, that’s guaranteed to warm you up,” he offered, smiling towards you.”

“It’s worth a try, I’ll do anything just to try and warm up, I’m sick of being cold,” you grumbled, bringing the blanket up, underneath your chin.

“I’ll look after you and get you better soon jagi,” he spoke, “we’ll get you back to you.”

“I can’t wait to be back to myself again.”

Hoseok:

Another grumble of pain from you caught Hobi’s attention as he walked around your suite with your son. “Is your tummy still giving you pain?” He asked.

You didn’t need to respond, the expression on your face gave him the answer that he needed. “I’m so fed up of all of this, I just want to be fine again.”

“You’ve had a hard time; you can’t expect miracles to happen.”

He was right, but that didn’t make you feel any better. “As if labour wasn’t hard enough, I’m still suffering four days later, I’m supposed to be up by now.”

“Everyone recovers differently,” he encouraged, “you’ll be better soon.”

“I know, it’s just hard watching you do all these things with her whilst I’m restricted to this bed, barely able to move because I’m in so much pain,” you complained, staring at them both.

“What about a cuddle with her? I’m sure she’d love a cuddle with her mummy,” he smiled, walking over to place your daughter in your arms.

“She looks so much like you, it’s a little bit scary, she’s got your smile,” you whispered, admiring the gorgeous features of Hobi she possessed.

“She’s both of ours, and she’s perfect.”

Namjoon:

As your labour finally came to an end, you collapsed into Namjoon’s chest as your son was taken away. “I can’t believe he’s finally here, I’m so tired.”

Tears spilled from the both of you, after a long, and painful ordeal. “I’m so proud of you darling, you’ve done so well, you’re so strong and incredible.”

“Where have they taken him? I want to be able to see him.”

Namjoon glanced back, “he’s just getting cleaned up and checked over. I’m sure a long labour hasn’t been easy on him either, the poor little fella.”

“It’s all such a blur,” you giggled, “I don’t remember anything of what’s happened.”

“That’s probably for the best, it’s not been fun at all. It’s been hard seeing you go through all of this,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m just glad that he’s here safely, that’s all that I wanted. No matter how long it took, as long as our boy is healthy that’s all that matters to me.”

“He’s coming over now,” he smiled, taking a step back so your son could be placed into your arms. “Look at his face, he’s so sweet jagi.”

“He’s our Joon, our own little boy.”

Jimin:

Walking down the stairs with your daughter, her restless behaviour had woken Jimin in the early hours. “I don’t know what she wants Y/N, help.”

Walking into the room, he was stunned when he saw you still fast asleep, tucked up nicely, unaware of all the commotion that had been going on around you and the things Jimin had said.

“You’re so sweet, you really must be a tired teddy, hey?”

He glanced down at your daughter, who finally fell silent when she entered your room. As the bed dipped, you began to stir, looking across at the two of them. “Hi.”

“Sorry jagi,” he smiled, “I hope we didn’t wake you, I tried to be quiet with her.”

“No. it’s alright, I wasn’t really asleep anyway, I’m still just really tired. Has she been a bit restless, making a bit of noise for her daddy?”

“How she didn’t wake you is ridiculous; she’s been screaming her lungs off. I think you are tired; it’s still not quite caught up with you,” he teased.

“Do you need me to help you, or can I go back to sleep?” You asked, admiring as Jimin quickly caught control of the situation.

“Get some sleep, it’s what you need.”

Taehyung:

The sound of you being sick once again broke Taehyung’s heart, as he laid your son down, following into the bathroom. “Jagi, are you alright?” He asked.

He moved and sat beside you, wrapping an arm around you. “I’m fine, honestly. I think it was that coffee I had earlier; it didn’t sit well with me.”

“No, you’re still recovering, and working yourself far too hard.”

You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “I hate sitting around, I can’t do it. I always want to be doing something and getting involved with the baby.”

“You are,” he encouraged, “you’ve just got to take things a little slower.”

“But I hate that even after all I went through during labour has continued afterwards, this is meant to be the honeymoon phase,” you grumbled, feeling him kiss the top of your head.

“It is, and it will be once you’re better. The phase is only going to come around when you start taking better care of yourself during all of this.”

“You’re right,” you sighed, “I just feel like I need to help out more and be around for you. I don’t want to miss a thing.”

“You won’t, I promise. You’ll always be around.”

Jungkook:

Losing weight after giving birth was only natural, but the rate at which you did it, was alarming to the both of you. “I didn’t think things would get this bad.”

Jungkook nodded, he was still worried too. “The midwife said that it would be something that would happen, but I just didn’t think it would be as bad as it has been.”

“I guess at least I’m losing the baby weight quickly.”

He shook his head, “but not healthily. This isn’t doing you any favours, and it sucks seeing you so unwell, this should be the highlight of having a baby, but it’s not.”

“We can’t let it bother us,” you smiled, “I promise I’m doing alright.”

“As long as you are, and you’re not just saying that. As important as our little girl is, you are too, and if you’re not doing alright, then of course I’m going to worry.”

“Kook,” you whispered, cupping the side of his face, “I promise I am fine. If I need your help, or a trip to the doctors, I will let you know.”

“Things will be alright, eventually all of this will subside,” he assured, pulling you into his body so he could press a kiss to the top of your head.

“It will, and everything will be amazing.”

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Home Lives With You-Part 8

Title: Home Lives With You. Pairings: Steve x Tony Part: 8/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, blood, abuse (physical and verbal), ptsd, anxiety, bullying Summary: Peter’s been living with the abusive Thompson family for years, it was the only family in the system that would take him. When Steve and Tony get a phone call from the social worker who introduced them to their daughter Morgan for an emergency placement, they feel like they must pay back the favor. But are Steve and Tony taking on more than they can handle, and will Peter be able to adjust to a warm and welcoming family home? A/N: Sorry for the wait! Next part should be up within the next few days! Hope you enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Peter sat outside and studied the garden in the Stark-Rogers backyard. It was the first time he’d come out here and it was really pretty, serene. There were a couple trees and bushes planted around the place, but the majority of the space was made up by a table, some chairs and a barbecue.

“You alright Pete?” Tony asked and Peter nodded, Tony looked on edge himself admittedly. Ever since he’d come outside, his jaw had been clenched and shoulders tensed. Peter was used to noticing these things, he just hadn’t expected to notice these things here in this household with Tony and Steve.

“I’m fine, are you okay sir?” at that Tony nodded, forcing himself to relax.

“I’m fine Pete, do you know where everyone is?” Natasha was on a phone call, speaking in a language that Peter didn’t understand, though he suspected the language in question was Russian.

“no sir.” Tony nodded, a frown spread out on his face. He looked around and then shrugged, plopping down into his chair.

“Morgan’s probably just showing Bucky her latest doll.” Tony said and Peter nodded politely, though he doubted it. peter began to bounce his left leg, wishing he could just disappear upstairs. He didn’t belong out here, not with their friends. not when he very clearly was not a part of this family, Peter was nothing more than an imposter, intruding on their lives. His knee stilled when he heard a giggle, Morgan’s to be specific. Peter cocked his head to the side and a moment later was sprayed with water to the back of his head. He shot up to his feet, panic and alarm rushed through him and he spun around, Morgan grinned mischievously with a water gun in her hands. Peter held up his hands in surrender, as if that was would do anything.

“surprise.” Steve and Bucky were grinning at Tony, Natasha had somehow avoided getting wet.

“Oh really?” Tony asked, backing up and lunging for the hose, spraying the three of them in one fell sweep, and then Peter. He inhaled sharply, not expecting the water to be so freezing cold. He reminded himself that he was safe, that he was okay and his body relaxed as the cold water moved off of his skin, he was fine right now and there was nothing to panic about. But just to be safe he moved so he was right beside Natasha, his clothes dripped water on the brick pavement that acted as the patio area.

“Do not even think about it Barnes.” She said, holding out a finger as Bucky aimed a water gun at them. His eyes widened a fraction and then he turned, spraying Steve who tipped his head back and laughed.

“You…ruined…lunch!” Tony gasped out between fits of laughter. Everyone turned to the table which held all the food and found that it was soaked, dripping water and the food had gone soggy.

“Ah shit.” Bucky said and Morgan giggled.

“Shit?” she asked and Steve and Tony shared a look.

“that’s an adult word dragă.” Bucky said and she tilted her head.

“Shit.” She repeated and Steve groaned.

“Guess the cat’s out of the bag now, sorry guys.” Bucky said and they both shrugged it off. But Peter just watched Steve carefully, heart racing as he waited for a bad response. For this to somehow be blamed on Peter, for the beating that was sure to come. But Steve just grabbed a towel that was sitting on one of the chairs and dried his face.

“I’ll go and get us all some fish and chips.” Steve said and Tony nodded his head.

“Don’t take long, we’re starving out here!” Tony cried and Steve chuckled.

“Please tell Morgan about all the trouble Bucky’s going to be in for using such a bad word.” Steve said and pressed a quick kiss to Tony’s lips. And then Steve disappeared inside the house.

-

When Steve returned he served the dinner up onto plates. Morgan had been giddy from all the attention she’d received from Bucky, Natasha and Peter and Tony had just watched Steve quietly.

“You okay honey?” Steve asked and he nodded his head, looking exhausted.

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just been a long weekend.” He said softly, and guilt flashed in Steve’s stomach. Steve couldn’t even begin to imagine what Tony’s work was going to say when he got there on Monday.

“I’m sorry.” Steve whispered and Tony shook his head, his smile brightening.

“it’s not your fault remember? Now let’s feed these people before they turn into angry and violent gremlins.” Tony stepped forward, planting a kiss on Steve’s cheek and then stepping out of the kitchen to go fetch the others. They all came rushing in, Peter was the last, and grabbed their plates of food. Peter stared at the last available plate and Steve inched it towards him.

“it’s for you Pete.” He flinched ever slightly and met Steve’s eyes.

“Thank you sir.” He said and took the plate, following the rest of the crowd. Shit. How had Steve fucked up his entire life in just a single night?

-

When Tony strolled into work on Monday morning, he’d been in such a good mood that he’d forgotten all about Friday’s incident. He was in such a good mood that he didn’t notice any of his co-workers staring at him as he made his way to his office. There was, however, a note that had been left on his desk requesting he go straight to his boss’ office. Tony made his way over, a spring in his step and knocked on Fury’s door.

“you wanted to see me?” Fury, was scowling. It took a moment for Tony to realise why, and then a mix of shame and guilt washed through Tony.

“Your husband attacked one of my good friends on my birthday, care to explain?” fury, propped his head up on his fist, looking simultaneously bored and pissed off and it put Tony on edge. He’d been in such a good mood despite his conversation with Bucky on Saturday. Despite his lack of revenge yet to be performed on Rose Thompson.

“Did Steve do much damage?” Tony asked and Fury snorted.

“Broke his nose for starters.” Fury grumbled and Tony looked down at the ground.

“And?” Tony asked, partially afraid of what was to come.

“his left eye is swollen shut since your dear husband nearly shattered his cheekbone. Two of his fingers are broken and his right wrist is sprained. Yet he’s refusing to press charges.” Fury said and Tony let out a breath of relief. But he knew why Harrison had avoided those charges, he knew that the truth would come out about what he had done to Peter.

“Steve and I just took in another foster kid. Your dear friend Harrison Thompson used to foster Peter.”

“and that’s a good enough reason to beat him up?” Fury asked and Tony shook his head. He would not lie about this to his boss, even if it put Tony at risk. Some people just didn’t want to hear the truth sometimes.

“he was abusive towards Peter.” Fury’s face went slack and he turned away, Tony gritted his teeth.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Tony shook his head, sorry didn’t fix what had been done to that boy. Sorry didn’t heal the cuts, unbreak the broken bones, make the bruises vanish, sorry didn’t cut it. sorry wasn’t good enough and it never would be good enough.

“Peter spent a whole weekend in hospital thanks to your friend, Steve spent that entire weekend with him in the hospital. Drove Peter to the emergency room himself, so I think that Steve deserves a little slack for that incident.” Fury narrowed his eyes but Tony kept his head held high. He wouldn’t apologise, not to that asshole.

“I’ll let this one slide on an account of my friend’s poor behaviour. May I ask if it’s being investigated?” Fury raised his eyes and Tony nodded.

“Yes.” Fury looked back down at his desk, nodding his head, beginning to reach for his mouse and keyboard at his computer.

“good.” Tony’s body relaxed as a wave of relief flooded him, at least his boss forgave them. Tony had started to worry that maybe he’d lose his job over this. “don’t you have work to do?” Fury asked after a moment and Tony nodded, he turned and left, heading back to his own office with an extra spring in his step.

-

Tony had called Steve earlier in the afternoon to let him know he’d be home late but that he’d buy dinner on the way. He’d sounded good, happy and Steve wanted the family to be in the same mood for Tony when he got home. Steve had tidied up the house, helped Morgan with the small piece of homework she had, and then Steve had wandered around the house, deliberately avoiding one room, one person. He showered, changed into sweatpants and a soft worn sweater before finally making his way back to Peter’s door. He took a deep breath and then knocked, Tony had advised against this, but Peter couldn’t live like this. not anymore.

“Come in.” Peter’s voice said and when Steve stepped inside, Peter was hunched over some textbooks at his desk.

“Hey Pete.” Steve leaned on the doorframe and Peter straightened, his whole body went taunt and he inhaled sharply.

“Hello sir.” Peter mumbled and Steve crossed his arms over his chest, smiling softly.

“what are you studying?” Steve asked and Peter glanced back to his books.

“Chemistry. It’s taking a while.” Peter admitted, and Steve nodded. Tony usually helped Peter with his homework at night.

“Tony should be home soon.” Peter’s face showed the relief at that. Steve looked down at the floor as a wave of guilt crashed over him, he’d really fucked up.

“okay, thanks sir.” Peter turned back to his textbooks, but there was still a tenseness in his shoulders, Steve had to fix this.

“Can I come in?” Steve asked and Peter nodded.

“Of course sir, it is your house you don’t have to ask me.” Steve gritted his teeth but nodded and moved forward, sitting down on the edge of his bed and leaning forward, forearms rested on his knees.

“I want to talk to you about what happened at the party, with Mr Thompson.” Peter nodded, his body was perfectly still.

“yes sir.”

“I want you to know that that was a one time thing Peter, I would never hurt you or Morgan.” Peter nodded his head but didn’t look like he quite believed Steve.

“And your husband sir?” Peter asked and Steve rose his brows, as if he could ever hurt Tony.

“Never have and I swear I never will. I know you’ve grown accustomed to suffering from and witnessing violence in a house, but it isn’t like that here. I would never hurt you Peter.” He nodded his head.

“I know it’s different here sir.” Peter glanced at Steve and managed a small and weak smile. Good. Steve thought to himself, this was a good start.

“what happened at the party was…a loss of control. Sometimes my PTSD and anxiety from the time I spent in the military, it gets the better of me.”

“So if you hit me it’s not your fault sir?” Peter asked, jaw clenched tight.

“that’s not what I’m saying. I swear to you that I would never touch you Pete. What I’m trying to say is that it used to come out in panic attacks and nightmares, that kind of thing. so I went to therapy to get better and it really worked and I thought I had it under control. But when I saw Harrison Thompson on Friday night I just lost it, knowing how he’d hurt you…” Steve trailed off, running a hand through his hair.

-

Peter held his breath but slowly turned to Steve, his body relaxing ever so slightly.

“So that was the first time?” Steve nodded his head and let out a deep breath.

“kind of. When I was in the military I served with Bucky, and if there was an enemy coming from him I would lose it like that. It really only happens if someone I care about has been threatened. But I never thought that side of me would appear ever again once I left the military.” Peter thought it over, and any last trace of fear he held for Steve vanished.

“so what, you were protecting me?” Steve nodded his head.

“In my own messed up way I guess, but I would never hurt you like that. Tony and I already organised for me to go back to therapy. I’m going to get my mind right again, I promise.” Therapy. Peter’s body relaxed completely now and he nodded his head.

“therapy?” Steve nodded his head.

“Tony used to make me go, back when things were really bad and then I got better. I thought I was fine but I guess not. But I swear I would never hurt you, you’ve gotta believe me Pete.” Peter was nodding, he believed Steve.

“Thank you for telling me Mr Stark-Rogers.” And at that, a wide grin spread out on Steve’s face.

“Tony and I care about you and we want you to feel safe here, you can be yourself alright?” be himself, that sounded nice.

“Yes Mr Stark-Rogers.” Peter hesitated, Steve watched him oh so carefully with those bright blue eyes of him.

“You alright?” Steve asked and Peter nodded, then looked down at the floor.

“I was going to ask if it’d be alright if I hugged you, I feel bad about how I’ve acted around you these last couple of days but it’s alright, you wouldn’t want to hug me anyway.”

-

Peter wanted to hug him. Peter wanted to hug him. Peter wanted to hug him. Steve was grinning, absolutely positively beaming.

“of course you can hug me Peter and I do want to hug you.” His head shot up and there was hope in his eyes that made Steve’s heart race.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?” Steve shook his head and Peter practically launched himself at Steve, wrapping his arms tightly around him. Steve held Peter in his arms and Peter relaxed in them, and Steve’s own body softened. Peter buried his face into Steve’s chest and Steve squeezed his eyes shut. They were going to be alright, Steve would protect Peter at all costs.

-

When Tony came home there was laughter coming from the living room.

“Honey I’m home!” he called out, locking the front door behind him. There was no response, but the laughter grew louder. Tony dumped the bags of Chinese food on the counter and slowly made his way to the living room. When Tony got to the living room he found Steve and Peter with a pack of playing cards. Both of them were grinning. A smile instantly spread out on Tony’s lips.

“What’s this?” he asked and they both turned.

“I’m teaching Peter how to play bullshit, want to join?”  Tony snorted, of course he was.

“Dinner’s ready.” He announced and they set the cards down. Peter left first, giving Tony and Steve a moment alone.

“I see you two kissed and made up.” Steve nodded his head, a grin spread out on his face.

“I even got a hug.” He said all too smugly and Tony’s jaw fell open. No fucking way.

“No way, how’d you do it?” Tony asked as he lightly whacked Steve on the arm.

“I had a talk with him, I was open and honest and just explained that I would never hurt him or Morgan or you for that matter.”

“I thought that went without saying?” Tony said, raising his hand and tapping the wedding band.

“Peter asked about you specifically.” That surprised Tony. Was Peter really worried about Steve abusing Tony?

“What did you say?”

“Told him I’d never touch you like that. And I explained that I’m going to therapy, to get better.” Steve kissed Tony’s forehead and Tony squeezed his eyes shut. what if it’s not enough? It had to be enough, Tony couldn’t lose Steve, and they couldn’t lose Peter.

“I love you.” Steve pulled back and narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.

“Is everything alright?” Tony nodded, staring up into those gorgeous blue eyes.

“Yeah honey, everything’s fine.” And the lie tasted sour on his tongue.

@smallnjh @picklepotatoe14 @thatisamericasass @briebriebrieee @aftereveryraincomessunshine @meyamoadriytu @loveliestdisappointment

[80s-roger]

Not On My Watch - pt2

Pairing: Dad!Roger and Mum!Reader

note: part two is here and embrace yourselves for the next one! Reminding that R/N means random name and also if you find my syntax or my voc messy and poor, that's because english is not my first language and I don't remember that many proficiency-level words :) enjoy

summary: you’re divorced with queen’s roger taylor due to constant cheating and irrational behaviour towards you. but u have one person in common: your daughter, Laura aka your favourite human on earth. Your marriage with roger had its ups and downs but laura was the happiness in it. Now that she’s 8 and starts to realise how your terms with roger are, you finally tell her that you’re seeing another man except her father and she took it really warmly. She seemed excited to meet the new man unlikely your ex-husband who accidentally learns about it by Laura, the weekend you would leave her at his place: on weekends you had some cute getaways with R/N because the court decided that Laura could stay or visit her dad on weekends and stay with him for five days each Christmas and Easter vacations. On summers he has the right to be with her for two weeks.

masterlist // part one // dialogue prompts

warnings: ehm nothing I guess

words: 2,458

taglist: @madeinheavxn @stacymaytaylor (if u want to be tagged just dm me :) )

Roger couldn't sleep after finding out you were living your life. He believed you would stay focused on Laura instead of fixing your love life. But jokes on him. You aren't committing any crime, don't feel guilty about it. He didn't even know how jealous he can be of you. Laura was with him, they spent a very productive weekend together. Freddie visited them and now he knows too. Roger opened up to his friend.

"She sleeps with that asshole, how can she do that?" He was furious. Laura was playing at the grass while the two friends were sitting at the garden's saloon.

"Pardon me Rog, but she does that with her will. She probably likes that man. Let her." Freddie got your back and that's what he is supposed to do because in this situation Roger is wrong.

"But Laura is too young to meet another man as a stepfather." He attempted to defend himself with his daughter.

"Laura also didn't have to listen to your daily fights before the divorce. Remind me, who was responsible?" Fred mocked him.

"Yes, I know. I'm not bragging for cheating on her, you know how tour life and being a rock star is." Roger explained but Freddie stopped him.

"John's also touring and he lives the rock star life but he's a family man and his heart is always home. Why aren't you like him?" Freddie was right. But Roger wouldn't accept it. He's arrogant.

"I'm not John. Okay?" He looked at Laura while she was playing. "But I love Laura with my entire heart. I don't like it when I can't see her more often..." His face was sad now.

"You could talk to Y/N about it," Freddie suggested.

"She would probably forbid me to see my kid after telling her." He giggled but deep down he believed it.

"Ah don't be ridiculous, she doesn't have the right as long as you give financial support every month for Laura." Freddie laughed but then they stopped talking because they heard your car. "Is s-she here? So early? It's not ten yet." Freddie asked and checked his watch.

"This bitch is really doing it on purpose. I will be right back." Roger got furious and stood up, to go inside his house and invite you in. Laura didn't notice a thing.

Roger opened the front door and what he saw wasn't the best thing in the world. You had the nerve to come with your new partner. Just to make him more jealous than he was all weekend. He turned red. He couldn't talk.

"Is Laura ready?" You asked ignoring his state of mind.

"No, she has no idea you're here. You were supposed to pick her up four hours later.". Roger crossed his arms and stared at the man next to you. A brunette tall man with nice muscles and a nice smile. But he is not Roger.

"Indeed, we just arrived earlier than we expected. Now call Laura, we have to go." You had to be really cold towards him or else you would break down and you didn't want that. You love him so much but you can't be with him. It doesn't work.

"Stop doing this. Fucking stop." Roger was going crazy. He destroyed you but you destroy him more.

"Stop what? I want my child." You arrogantly moved your shoulders.

"You can't keep me away from her as much as you want it. I have four hours left with her, you have to let me spend them with her. I'll bring her to your home." He tried to sound calm but his voice was trembling.

"Are you sure?" You asked confused.

"Yes, you don't have to shove your boyfriend right into my face. He's nice, but not your type." He laughed and that made you uncomfortable.

"Yo, stop disrespecting her or I'll beat you. She has told me stories about you. You're a high-quality rock star but a low-quality husband. Too pity." The brunette man said, trying to defend you but that made things worse. Roger and R/N would beat each other in front of you and the high-class neighbourhood.

"What the hell, stop you two right now. R/N get in the car. I'm coming." You got in the middle trying to stop the tension between these two. The man heard your order and waited for you at the car. "You are such a wanker." Your face was too close to his. There was eye contact again.

"Oh I won't be tonight." He winked and looked at R/N who wasn't looking at you two.

"What do you mean?" You asked confused. "You're supposed to bring Laura home."

"Of course I will. But not without getting what I want." He quickly checked on R/N and without hesitation, he stole a fast kiss from you.

"Fuck off, Roger!" You said and left without saying any other word. Neither Roger nor R/N. He's such a player. You like it.

Roger walked at the garden again, Freddie was showing the flowers to Laura and she looked curious trying to understand each name of a flower. Now that Freddie noticed Roger's figure he walked at him.

"What happened?" He asked.

"She literally brought that asshole to my door." Roger was shaken.

"Wow, did she? What about Laura?"

"I'll drive her at Y/N's." He seemed thoughtful and Fred noticed it.

"What are you thinking?" He asked. "Oh dear, don't tell me you're thinking of-" Fred couldn't believe Roger would invade that way.

"Why not? She just gave me a reason to do it. She still loves me and I know it. Her words mean nothing to me." He looked at his friend, searching for any advice.

"Make sure she'll accept it, or if she resists and tries to stop you, fucking stop, apologise and leave." He had a point. Fred knows about how you two met and how it ended.

Later

"I want to stay a little more daddy..." Laura whined as Roger helped her tie her shoes.

"So do I, but your mommy wants you to go home." He looked her into her same coloured eyes.

"This is my home too, isn't it?" She was sad.

"Of course it is, baby. But you have to grow up a little to decide in whose place you want to stay." Roger explained.

"I love my mum but I want to be with you, we don't spend much time together and I feel sad about it." She leaned towards his shoulder, hugging him tightly. The same thing happens every Sunday night. Roger was emotional after what his girl just said.

"I know but we do call each other every day, I'm not that far." He tried to comfort her as they got in his car.

"You are daddy, you're not with mum. I mean, I'm happy she found R/N but I prefer my family. In one house." Her voice lowered a bit. Roger didn't answer regardless of how much he wanted to.

"Here we are baby." Roger broke the silence after the drive. He carried the bags for her and they took the lift to reach your flat, on the third floor. "Do you know if R/N is at your home now?" He asked his daughter.

"I didn't saw his car, I don't know..." she negatively shook her head.

"It's okay." He smiled at her and here he was. In front of your door. Scared.

"Mum! I'm home!" Laura knocked on the door and Roger heard your footsteps and your laugh. He melted at the sound of it.

"Welcome home baby! Give me a hug!" You opened your arms to hold her tight. "I missed you." You looked at her being safe and sound.

Roger was constantly looking inside the living room and the kitchen, searching for the other man's figure. Until Laura spoke.

"Mum, is R/N here?" She asked.

"No, he left earlier, but he got you a present!" you smiled at her but she didn't look excited about. "What's wrong?" You asked her.

"Can daddy come inside? Please, mommy?" She begged you to bring your ex-husband in the house. You and Roger looked at each other with your blood freezing. That was fully unexpected.

"Honey, he is busy tonight... He is making music with uncle Fred, Deaky and Bri." You tried to kick him out of your house with the kindest way possible.

"Please mum, as a family..." she was sad when she said the word family. Poor her, she's only eight and has to go through this. You put your ego aside and listened to your daughter's wish.

"Baby, you don't have to press your mum if she doesn't want me inside." No, you do want him inside the house or in you.

"No, it's okay, you can come in..." you stood up again and made way for Roger to come in. He gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek before closing the door and leaving his jacket next to it.

"Yey!" Laura shouted fully excited.

"But baby, you have to get to sleep in a little. You have school tomorrow!" You walked with her at the bathroom trying to help her with her night routine.

"I know mum, but I will sleep happily tonight knowing you and dad will keep me company." She smiled at you. She's so happy.

"I'm happy you feel this way." You kissed her cheek.

Meanwhile, Roger was in the kitchen fixing drinks for the two of you. He was silent, supervising the room. There was nothing related to him. Or at least he thought. He was sitting at the balcony now, enjoying the view. West London looks so good by night. He was waiting for you.

"Goodnight baby I love you." You said to Laura before closing her room's door. You passed the kitchen, searching for Roger's figure but not any luck. You felt a warm breeze coming from the living room and you saw him outside the balcony.

"Oh, there you are." He smiled, offering your drink.

"Oh, thanks, guess I need it." You nodded as you were staring at the glass.

"I fixed us some drinks just for a chilling situation. How come needing a drink? I mean, you barely touched them." You both sat at the bamboo chairs your balcony has. Roger was into a conversation with you. And so did you, you really wanted to exchange dialogue. You felt so lonely.

"I don't really think you're the ideal person to talk to right now but I'll settle." You raised your shoulders as your eyes focused at the city's lights.

"I'm all ears, are you okay?" He asked after drinking.

"I bet you're wondering why R/N is not here right?" You turned your body at his side, now facing each other. Just a table beside you.

"To be honest, I am. Is this why you're not okay?" He was confused. But also curious to find out.

"Not that it's your business but I don't let him stay here. Not when Laura is here." You started.

"So? That's what you have to do. Neither do I bring women at my house when she's around." He kind of interrupted you, but you weren't in the mood.

"Not this time Roger, please. If you want to argue with me, just leave." You slightly closed your eyes, showing how tired you felt.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Did R/N do anything? Shall I intervene?" He asked as his hand tried to reach yours.

"No. He was so furious after visiting your place. I guess it's my fault. He felt I was taking advantage of him all this time so you'd be jealous b-but I date him a long time without you knowing." You briefly explained the issue.

"So what happened?" Roger asked looking thoughtful.

"He insisted on staying at my place tonight but I obviously refused. I've explained to him that I can't present him to Laura yet. Not until that diner." You exclaimed.

"So he kinda left forever?"

"No, I reckon it was a disagreement and he'll call tomorrow. But I think he insisted on staying here so you wouldn't appear tonight." You figured out why you guys fought before Roger came at your place with your child.

"Whether I'm here or not, he has to respect your decision. Probably he's jealous." He giggled at the last sentence as he finished his drink. His fingers tried to reach yours, trying to play with them or caress them.

"Jealous of what?" You questioned in confusion. "I'm a divorced mother." The title got you into your feelings. You never wanted to be divorced. Let alone with a child.

"Whose husband tries to reach her." He smiled and oh god, you had to be looking him that moment.

"Why? We ended it in bad terms. We even fight after ending it." You stated.

"I don't care. I can't stay away from you and Laura." His hand covered yours. Your eyes were focusing on his action.

Feeling this kind of pressure, you walked inside trying to calm down. Your heart was pounding fast. You went inside your bathroom, covering your face with some cold water. "Stop overthinking about it Y/N... Relax. He's your man. You love him, he's not a stranger, right?" You whispered to yourself as you tried to catch a breath.

Meanwhile, Roger went into your bedroom, checking out the place if there's anything that belongs to him. Kinda. At your nightstand, there was a frame of him, you and Laura. The day she was born. Roger seemed to be emotional at the sight of the family photo. At the parlour, there was a photo album, recently touched and seen. Photos of him and you when you were dating awakens his huge desire to make love to you. "There's still hope in this mess." He whispered to himself and rushed to the bathroom waiting for you to come out.

You came out looking fresh and calm. There was intense eye contact, a long-lasting one. His hand tried to reach yours but instead, it caught your buttcheeks because you climbed on him with your legs around his waist and your lips against his.

"I fucking missed you." You moaned between your passionate kiss.

"So did I." He said back and walked through your bedroom and gently closed the door with his feet. "I want to make love to you so bad. Please let me." He begged when he gently placed you on bed's pillows.

"Make me love." Your voice was smooth and passionate. You were ready to feel him again, you were craving for it.

TO BE CONTINUED!1!1

[lady-moonbroch]

Isaac x MC: “Physical Attraction”

Fandom: Ikémen Vampire Kinktober: Day 7 || Accidental Stimulation Genre: NSFW +18  Word Count: 1000 Author’s note: Hyello! It me and my oh-so-horrible pun-game” kill me. I am back with an drabble of our dear apple boi, whom I’ve taken notice everyone LOVES to torture. I am preparing for the next 2 days as fast as possible. There’s a lot of sin to come yet and I cannot wait to share mine and read yours too. Please enjoy and I shall see your tomorrow 🎃

[The challenge] ~ @alloveroliver

His eyes have been following her all day, making it extremely difficult to focus on any of his own tasks. She dressed differently today. Her white dress accentuated every delicious feminine curve, fitting her body like a glove, her hair put in a high ponytail leaving the nape of her neck exposed. Her velvety, soft lips lightly tinted red looked for soft and kissable. Isaac felt his self-control reaching it’s melting point, his eyes trained on the tantalising sway of her hips as she walk pass him in the hallway. 

He tore his gaze away, ashamed by his improper thought and this unbefitting behaviour that took over him. He heard her gasp softly and the thumb of something hitting the carpeted floor. He turned around only to meet with the view of her perfectly rounded derriere as she bended down to fetch her fallen pen. He could swear his heart would explode if he stood there a moment more. He hurried to enter the library face beet-red, in hopes to regain his composure in the quiet chamber.

The girl saw Isaac practically running inside the library room and began to worry about his unusual demeanour. They have gotten closer as of late and she had grown used to his shy nature and character. Today’s actions, however, led her to believe something wasn’t right and she decided to follow him and find out what’s wrong.

As soon as he came into the library Isaac inhaled deep breaths attempting to cool himself down. But tried as he might he couldn’t refrain his mind’s eye from recalling what he just saw, all the while a tension kept building up beneath his torso. Curiously his trouser felt too tight for him at that moment, almost uncomfortable so. He dared himself to look down, his breath hitching at his throat at the sight of his very apparent erection.

His face has flustered and his breathing heavier as he contemplated how to fix his problem. His heartbeat ceased as the door creaked open and the soft voice calling his name in a worried tone. The object of his desire stood at the door, hands clasped over her mouth and her gaze fixed at bulge of his pants. He stood perfectly still, too petrified to think or act. The doors closing “click” brought her back to her senses and raised her eyes to meet Isaac’s.

“D-don’t look at me!!” He yelled as he turn himself around to escape her piercing and shocked gaze.

“I-Isaac I’m so sorry, I didn’t…” she turned herself around likewise, pressing her forehead on the door as her words trailing off.

The feeling of his restrain being torn was almost palpable, her flustered voice apologising and the labour in her breathing drummed in his ears. He could see her bosom heaving heavily in his mind’s eye, and he could no longer control himself. He snapped...

“I…I didn’t saw…a-anything. I promise I..” she felt a hand grabbing her and turning her around while pushing her against the heavy wooden door. “I-Isaa..ahn” her words were swallowed by his hungry lips crashing against hers. She held onto his vest for dear life as his kisses became greedier and his hands roamed her curves with urgency, sliding down her back to grope her rear. Her moans against his lips only fanned the flames of desire that licked at his feet, making his mind less and less rational. Before he could think twice her took her hand and guided it to cup his erection. Her surprised gasp gave him the opportunity to slide his tongue between her lips as he rubbed her hand against his clothed shaft. He broke their heated kiss and opened his cherry coloured eyes, ensnaring her in his feverish gaze.

“It’s your fault… For looking so beautiful, so temping, so absolutely divine” he brushed his lips against hers and captured her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging it roughly. “Can you feel what you’ve done to me?”, he asked in a husky voice. 

The girl’s eyes fluttered, both stunned and delirious with lust. She let out a quickening breath before she grabbed him by his neckless tugging him towards her. Their lips clashed again ardently while her hand massaged his bulge, coaxing whimpers and groans from the physician. She sucked his bottom lip as she splayed her hands on his chest and pushed him against the door. Her trembling hands unbuttoned his trousers and freed his manhood from it’s restrains, sighing at the sight. 

“Since all of this is my fault, allow me to relieve you…Sir Isaac” before he had the chance to protest for the use of formalities she was down on her knees and began to suck his cock teasingly, strategically raising her eyes up to meet his and fluster him further. Isaac pressed himself against the wooden panel of the door as the sensation of her tongue and the vibration of her delighted humming sent waves of pleasure crashing down on him. As much as he wanted to hold off his climax he knew he wouldn’t last long, not when she teased him like that. 

He gently grabbed onto her hair as she started to take his cock in and out of her mouth achingly slow, letting her name roll off his tongue distorted and mingled with breathy mewls. A loud moan of ecstasy escaped his lips, his essence coating her mouth after a particularly hard suck on the tip of his shaft. She pumped and swallowed his cum humming with satisfaction at her handy work. She looked up and locked his gaze on her before releasing him with an audible pop.

She licked her lips, smiling deviously as her fingers traced the buttons of her shirt. “Is there anything else I can do for your, Sir?”

Chest still heaving he felt his arousal coiling again below his torso, his eyes glazed anew with lust as he watched the anticipation reflected in her gaze. Isaac left a low chuckle rumble in his throat, his protruding fangs apparent in his devilish grin. 

[manggojooz]

Pick A Side (14 - Final)

pairing: Taehyung x reader

word count: 1,870

genre: university!au; angst; romance; thriller; a lil bit of fluff

warnings: slight references to voyeuristic behaviour

previous part: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13  

taglist: @destiel1597 @mila271 @hopetookmysoul @ximaginx@honeyursosweet @coffeecupyoongs@bangtanbaesstuff@annoyingpessimist @betysotelo18 @okaysoplshelpme@igot7bangs @tahaing @mochi-and-co @somewhereinthestarss

“A collection of your choices is your life.”

At some point we all ask ourselves, “Where did it go wrong? When did it become like this?”  

Eventually we realise that there is no answer, for each choice we make is but one link in an extended chain. What we do, what we do not do. What we choose, what we do not choose. What we say and what we do not say. Every single choice has led us to this moment. So how can we determine which is the choice that we can blame all of this on?  

“I shouldn’t have trusted him...”, Jihyun weeps silently outside the police station.

“No... it’s not your fault Jihyun... If anything, I should have known when he was using me...”, you tried to comfort her.  

“It’s neither of your fault, we all wouldn’t have been in this situation if I hadn’t been an idiot...”, Taehyung said  

Jihyun looks at Taehyung and starts to reason with him that it has nothing to do with him at all.  

You quietly thought to yourself, “How did it become this way? Did it start when Taehyung broke up with you? Was it really triggered by the argument you had with Jihyun over that bullying video? So was your past to blame for all of this? No, but this wouldn’t have happened if you had not meet Taehyung in the first place. And this wouldn’t have happened if Jihyun never met Haejoong either. Does this mean that it was wrong the moment all of us crossed paths?”  

You were confused, very confused.  

“Guys, there’s no point in saying all these now. Let’s just go... it’s been a long day”, you uttered exhaustedly.  

A choice we make is like a photo etched onto film. It cannot be reversed. It cannot be changed. And we have to make such choices every day. There are no alternatives. Yet humans are fallible from the start. It is thus destined that we make mistakes.

---  

The next day Taehyung and you returned to the police station to record your statements as to how Haejoong had locked you on the school rooftop and coerced Taehyung into recording a false confession.  

As you were about to leave the station, Taehyung stopped abruptly. You followed his line of sight and it lands on Haejoong, his wrists bound by handcuffs and trudging slowly behind two police officers towards a caged van. Before Taehyung could catch you, you dashed across the foyer.  

Thank goodness you still had the sanity to ask the officers for permission to speak to Haejoong and they reluctantly granted you just two minutes.  

“Don’t you think you owe us an apology?”, you demanded.  

“What for? I did nothing wrong. I was showing her the truth... in fact, I was showing all of you the truth”, he lamented.  

“I hope the law punishes you enough for you to realise how wrong you are”, you snipped.  

Haejoong only shakes his head, “People are often punished for doing the right things too, Y/N. Someday you will understand that I mean well... like I said, I never intended to hurt you.”  

You shuddered when he said your name but felt someone hold gently onto your shaking hand.  

“Leave him be”, Taehyung said to you as he came up from behind you. He turns to Haejoong, “Don’t ever apologise, they are kind-hearted and I am afraid that they may forgive you. You were never deserving of Y/N... or Jihyun. You will never deserve her”, Taehyung clenches his teeth and held onto your hand a little tighter.

Haejoong looks shaken, faintly. His features filling with a sadness you have never seen in them before. Perhaps Taehyung hit the right nail – the only punishment to Haejoong is that his choices has led him away from the one thing he wanted.  

He did not say another word and turned back towards the barred vehicle behind him.  

Humans are fixated, in fact overly-obsessed, with the notion of making the right choices. Every other movie will tell you to “do the right thing”. We audaciously presume that the choices that can be made in this world are categorised into “right ones” and “wrong ones”, just like how a developed photo is a positive and there must therefore be a negative on a film somewhere. And all we have to do is to pick the side with the right ones. That is not always the case, not for everyone.  

---

The radio on the bus was having a lot of static disturbance but the music was country pop. You were looking out the window and you could see Taehyung’s reflection in it.  

He was lost in thought, sitting next to you but looking out the window on the other side of the aisle.  

“Hey... so um... where are we going?”, Taehyung muttered.  

“We are going to get hit by stones...”, you answered.  

“Huh?”, Taehyung was always rather spontaneous, but the bus was proceeding towards a particularly unfamiliar route and he would be happy to know at least something about the destination.  

“Do you remember what you said to me when I asked you whether you would take my side even if I did something wrong?”, you asked him.  

He tilted his head, eyes slanting upwards, thinking really hard.  

“... if it can’t be fixed, then let’s suffer the consequences together. If you have to apologise, I’ll apologise with you. If the world throws stones at you, I’ll get hit together.”

Is this what he think it is?  

“I’m visiting a friend. I go now and then, but I am never welcomed. I’m wondering whether it’ll be easier for me to face it if you are with me...”, your words were met with silence and an intense stare from Taehyung.  

“There are two stops left before we reach, you still have two chances to run away if you want to”, you ended on a lighter note.  

“Well, it’s not as if anyone would really throw stones at us, right?”, he smiles that same dorky smile and and you couldn’t help but feel better to have him next to you.  

---

“Leave, don’t you see that you are burdening him when you keep coming to visit him? He doesn’t want to see you! Leave!”, a high-pitched voice pierces the hallways as you were shoved to the ground and Taehyung stumbles. After regaining his balance, he quickly kneels down to help you up but you did not budge.  

“I won’t disturb him, he doesn’t have to see me. I just want to pass this letter to him... it’s not from me, it’s from another classmate”, you held out a tiny envelope with Jinho’s name written on the front.  

The woman who had pushed you away snatches the envelope, tears it in half before throwing it at you. "This reminds me...”, she mumbles as she disappears into the nearest room, coming back shortly with a box in her hands.  

“... take all these back with you...”, she hurls the entire content within the box onto you, inevitably hitting Taehyung with them too.  

“Stop coming, we don’t want your apology”, her voice rumbles and the door crashes shut.  

There was no one else left in the corridor except Taehyung and you, the floor surrounding you littered with photographs, letters, cards, charms and pendants brought or sent by you and your friends over the years.  

And all choices have consequences – in some way or another, whether you intended it or not. Are you really picking someone’s side? Or are you merely choosing what consequences you are able to live with?

---

The lake behind the rehabilitation centre was no longer as frozen as it was before and the view was not as misty as it used to be.  

“Oh, isn’t this the lake in your photos?”, Taehyung recognises the scenery as he approaches alongside you.  

You just nodded. Every time after visiting Jinho you would end up at this lake and you imagined if you were drowning in it. If you were screaming in the middle and no one had heard you or saved you. You imagined the despair, and that is what you imagine Jinho must have felt. And then each time you were able to make the same choice again and again, that you will continue to come quietly, apologise silently, and let him decide if he was willing to let you in.  

“But in the end, spring will come someday. The ice will melt and flow away”, you whispered. Taehyung turns to look at you sharply, surprised that you are recalling his words. “Thanks for telling me that... it meant a lot to me then... I will wait for the ice to melt and flow away, let’s hope it does happen someday, but if it never happens, at least I tried to do something about it”, you smiled back at him satisfied with your decision again.  

You turn to walk back towards the bus stop and Taehyung stays standing by the lake, watching you, and deliberating. He feels that maybe it is finally time to ask you to consider giving the relationship a second shot.  

“Y/N”, he finally calls out to you just as you walked into the shade of a young budding tree. You turned to face him and he slowly walks up to you.  

“Isn’t spring nice? Even though the flowers were lost because of the winter, they get to bloom again in spring”, Taehyung marvels, still not quite decided on whether to make the proposition.  

You looked up at the blossoming tree, not recognising what kind of flower it is.

“In the bigger picture it is probably a nice sentiment, but from the flower’s point of view, once it has wilted, then it will never bloom again...”, you replied.  

This prompted you to take out a film camera from your bag and snap a photo of the flowers, the slow mechanical sounds from the rolling of the film permeating the air.

In that moment, Taehyung seems to have understood something.  

There is never truly a second chance at anything. The flower that bloomed this spring, even though on the same tree, is never the same flower from the past spring. And therein lies the gravity of our choices.  

He finally understands the difficulty and his inability to make certain choices in the past, but now he also knows that his inaction had then amounted to a choice as well. He sighed deeply, finally coming to terms that he too, has to face the consequences of his unintended choices.  

You were puzzled by him, “Are you okay?”, you asked.  

He inhaled as deeply as he sighed before replying, “I cannot say ‘let’s start again’, since the flower from last year has already wilted. I will not ask you to come back to me if you do not want to. My choices have led us here, and it’s only fair for it to be your turn. Whatever you choose, I will live with that. So, this time let me ask you instead, do you still want me as your boyfriend... or just a friend... or not even a friend? What do you want, Y/N? What will you pick?”

[auroramokoena]

FINDING FREEDOM

She approached the unfamiliar door and nervously took the key from her pocket. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, then opened it.

To her horror, she saw her entire family, champagne glasses in hand, all wearing excited expressions. This is not how it should have been. She really should have called him instead, damn her good manners! Damn courtesy! It all added up.

He had asked her, just this morning, that she move in with him. He had bought a bigger house where she could have the whole top floor as her studio. The permanance of that plea had had her whole life flashing before her eyes... Being with the man she loved- correction- the man she once loved, felt like a death sentence. Once loved. Yes, that love was merely yesterday's tale nows. She did not love him anymore.

And so she had taken the key so she could unlock the chains that bound them; to break the heart of a man whose life, in five years, had intertwined explicitly with hers. She was about to detangle herself from the poison ivy that was Luke and her people were seeing wedding bells.

She had tried to love him again. But how do you love someone who breaks you with a smile on their face? How do you love someone who tried to engineer every thing and part of you up to the way you breathed? “Better quit Love, that job and who I am do not gel well together. We are a team, it would . serve me better if you were an artist full time. Looks more aesthetic.” “You should dress and laugh like Micaella, she has so much grace.” “You are wasting so much time on that passion project of yours, how do you think that makes me look?” “Come on, I only had sex with Sheilla, you are the one who gets to be called my woman aren’t you?”

How had it taken her so long to see? How was everyone blind to his selfish, narcissistic and conceited ways? They all thought her lucky, ha! Not anymore. It was now or never, with steel resolve, she moved forward to crash dreams.

She masked the indignation on her face and wore an expression of the utter shock she had felt earlier. After all, everyone was here excited about being a part of her surprise celebration and since she was going to deny them their anticipated joy, she had to give them something.

Walking in, she greeted everyone with a smile on her face, making the appropriate sounds and hugging folks as she passed by them on her way towards Luke, who was standing furhter in the room, flanked by his family, waiting for her.

This man never stopped outdoing himself with his narcissism and self-importance... “Should he not be meeting me halfway, rushing to have me in his arms with a look filled with anxiousness and love or something? But look at him, waiting for me to get to him as if he were a king. Hehe, but he does think himself a king . Nyeleti, just what did you see in this snake?”

Initially, she had been planning to end this charade of a relationship immediately but she always had a flair for drama, besides, she needed to vent as she had played the fool for a long time. Five years of living, not as a person but an item. Five years of suppressing feelings to satify the other party because while their happiness stretched to infinity, hers was nonexistant. Five years of doing what was “right” for others and doing herself wrong. She was going to be gloriously selfish tonight.

Looking back, this relationship led her to live a life of penance but what exactly was she seeking redemption for? She had only fallen in love! In truth, however, it was not that simple. She committed the worst crime of all- she had fallen in love with the wrong man. Displaced love throughout history has ruined empires. She was lucky she only lost a little time, a little passion and a little of her self esteem- well, perhaps more than just a little- but she would gain it all back starting today.

These are the thoughts that surged forward and held her hand, solidifying her decision to leave as she got closer and closer to Luke. Reaching the man, he “lovingly” hugged her as he whispered with a voice laced with disapproval, “did I not forbid you from wearing pants? Have I become too gentle with you now you think you are the man of the house?” For a second, old habits kicked in and she hastily opened her mouth to apologise before she caught herself. The apology never left her lips as instead, she said, “today, I Nyeleti felt like wearing pants and so I did. Luke darling, don’t tell me you are so insecure my pant suit makes you feel immasculated?” At this, he nearly coughed up blood in anger and only held on tightly to her, as he tried to reign in his emotions, making it appear as if the two were whispering sweet nothings to each other and didn’t want to let go of each other.

Ooohs and aahs from the romantics could be heard and brought him back to the present, the beating he would give her later pacifying him yet an ominous feeling lingered, making him uncomfortable. She had worn what he had told her was taboo and had dared to talk back at him, what was the meaning of her behaviour?

He let her go and held her hand, leading her to the centre of the dining hall before stopping. At this time, the whole place was quiet, simmering with excitement. For them all, it was a foregone conclusion that she would say yes. The older ladies readying themselves to ululate.

Just as he got on his knee and took the ring out, Micaela, his cousin’s best friend, his other woman, rushed forward. “Luke, don’t! I’m pregnant and I’m not aborting this time!” Time froze at this moment and Luke became a statue- kneeling on one knee, ring box in one hand while the other was reaching out to open it.

“Great,” Nyeleti thought to herelf, “I just wanted to vent. I just wanted to humiliate him a little before leaving why is she disturbing me, why is she stealing my spotlight?!?!?!?!?!?!?!” She broke the silence as she looked at the other woman and said to her, “Congratulations on your pregnancy, but please learn to wait your turn, don’t be rude,” and then looked back expectantly at Luke.

Foolishly thinking he still was in control of the whole situation, he slipped into the character of a man inlove with victory making his eyes glitter, he opened the ring box and said: “Nyeleti, thank you for trusting me. This woman is trying to come between us and many more like her will come. Please stay by my side always, steadfastly trusting in me, believing in me and what we have. I love you. Please marry me.” Nyeleti smiled, looked down at him and said, “No I won’t. I don’t love you. I already moved out my stuff. Grow up. As for Micaela, I don’t care but please, do not beat her like you used to beat me. Do not take away her identity like you almost did mine. Do not mentally abuse her like you did me. Do not cheat on her like you did on me with her. Learn to be confident in yourself as a person without crushing other people you scum.”

“What did you say he did to you Nyeleti?!” her father bellowed while her brother rushed forward and started pummeling Luke, raining fierce punches on him. Nyeleti’s vengeful heart was appeased, especiallythe broken nose, even surgery couldn't fix that. She pulled her brother away, not wanting him to have Luke's filthy blood on his hands.

He had invited not only their families and friends over but his boss and the mayor who running for the presidency as there as well. This marriage, the joining of two powerful families, would have helped him land a big tender and help seal his position as heir to his family’s corporation. His image tarnished, his family humiliated and his handsome face scarred. Her bitterness melted. She had not taken any photos of her body after all the beatings and she had not told a soul feeling ashamed and inadequate. He had always been careful to hit her where noone else could see. It was her word against his, she would not bother laying charges but she would use this to protect her brother. The most important thing was that she was free.

She walked out of that house with her family surrounding her, protectively reminding her of the unconditional love she had nearly forgotten giving her strength. As she drove home, to go and further calm her people down, ‘fetch your life’ by Prince Kaybee played on the radio, a perfect soundtrack to this phase her life was going into.