#but these two things can never be undone and i wont forgive them for it

[carebooks]

overlooking all the other reasons why the show went downhill: katara’s feminine rage missing, aang getting guilt punched every episode, bumi being ooc, almost zero gaang bonding episodes, three episodes compiled into one (done twice), azula being introduced too early + given too much screen time, the cave of two lovers being in s1 when it was a s2 episode— all of that is valid but the show can really be pointed out in two ways where they went downhill:

aang never waterbended once during a season where it is literally called book one: water.

yue’s wig.

#thats it #everything else can be fixed by the next season (hopefully) #there’s still hope #maybe #but these two things can never be undone and i wont forgive them for it #avatar the last airbender #aang #katara #sokka #zuko #prince zuko #azula #princess azula #uncle iroh #princess yue #toph beifong #atla #atla netflix #that’s rough buddy

[wayward-mikaelson]

I Still Want You, I Still Need You--VII. A Chance (NSFW)

Word Count: 4510

About: A few years have passed and you have adjusted to motherhood. Steve and Tony pay you a visit. You and Steve talk about a moment you guys had.

Characters: Okoye, Olivia (OC), Steve, Tony, Pepper (Mentioned), M’Baku (Mentioned), Bucky (Implied Return) 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings/Tragger Warnings: Language, Sexual Content (Unprotected-Wrap it before you tap it, Oral-F Receiving)

A/N: This part is bit long cause it’s full of details. Also who knew that about Steve?! 

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Four years came and went.

You fell naturally into motherhood. Olivia was a good baby. She slept well during the night unless she had been teething up a storm. Those days you drank all the coffee you could. There were days you had a hard time but Okoye was there to help out and so did Steve whenever he came by. Steve and you grew closer as he helped you with Olivia. You called him super Uncle. The love and adoration that was always on Steve’s face, made you feel like you can almost move on. But the idea always scared you.

Olivia was a smart kid. She was a Stark to a T. She got her hands on just about anything and would make things. And for an almost four year old, it was extremely impressive. Impressive that Tony would sent little building kits for her and she would get them done in a few days with your help. She had the attitude of a Stark but she had the heart of a Barnes. Just like Steve predicted.

Your daughter’s facial expressions were one hundred percent Bucky’s. The way smiles played on the corner of her little lips down to the way she expressed herself with her eyes. Her long hair remained dark as well as her blue eyes. She was a miniature version of Bucky. Steve even said that each time he came back to visit, Olivia looked more and more like him.

Olivia was the calm to the the storm you had been through.

She kept you from falling apart.

She kept you whole.

But yet, you never moved on from losing Bucky.

You walked into the lab to find Olivia in the same place you had left her. She obsessed over the erector set Tony sent her. Tony loved to spoil his niece, just like you loved to spoil yours. A few months after Tony and Peppers wedding, Pepper had become pregnant and shortly after Olivia was born, so was Morgan. Whenever you went to visit them, which was the only time you left Wakanda, the two girls were inseparable. It killed you and Tony to see them have to part ways.

“What are you building this time, bug?” you asked as you sat next to her. Her dark hair hung around her face. She had always refused to where hair bands unless it was to bed.

“A rower coatter,” Olivia’s face popped through the hair, a huge smile on her face. The smile took your breath away. “Can you picture it to Unca Twony?” She loved it when you sent her completed works to Tony. And Tony loved it too.

“Sure thing,” you leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. “How about this weekend we go see them? I’m sure Morgan and you can find something in Uncle Tony’s workshop.” Olivia’s eyes lit up when you said Morgan and workshop. When the two of you would visit, Tony and you would find the girls in Tony’s workshop. You had to convince him to make a small space for the girls since they were always found there.

You sat down at your work table and began to fumble with the scrap metal in front of you. You made it your mission to get cleaner and better filtered water to the Border Tribe after discovering their wells were either running dry or had harmful bacteria in them. It took you a week and a lot of using that Stark charm to get M’Baku to agree to your aqueduct like creation.

“All I need to do is come up with good design,” you whispered to yourself.

After an hour of fumbling and putting pieces together. You finally came up with the perfect example. Now, all you need to do is email Tony what you need.

After hitting send on your email, you looked up to see Okoye walk into the lab. Over the last few years, the two of you have grown closer and could count on each other. You trusted her with yours and Olivia’s life.

“Okie,” Olivia shouted and ran to the woman. Okoye knelt down and let Olivia jump into her arms. Okoye had grown so fond of Olivia that she would take her out with the other members of the guard to show her what they were doing. Olivia loved it.

“How are you little Tiger?” Okoye kept the little nickname for Olivia from when she was in the womb. She has proven to be just that too.

“Good,” then off Olivia went back to her little work table. A true Stark never fully leaving their work undone.

“I see you got your aqueduct done,” Okoye came over to you. “When will we be able to get this done?”

“As soon as Tony can send me what I need, we will be able to get it up and running.” You pushed back from the table. “How’s the guard doing? Were they able to get the barrels of water out there?”

Since finding out about the water situation, you and Okoye decided it would be best to send water until you figured out what you needed to do. So Tony sent twelve barrels to fill with water, even though you asked for six. Tony somehow knew you would need more. Once a week Okoye and the guard would swap out six for six new ones. It was a good process.

“They did,” Okoye crossed her arms and watched Olivia. “This water should last more than a week. They had two barrels still full.”

“Good, that gives us enough time to get this thing built and get them water,” You stood up and made your way around the table.

“I haven’t seen Steve around these last few weeks,” Okoye gave you a side eye and smirk.

“I may have made our friendship awkward,” you said walking to get water. You slightly cringe at the last conversation the two of you had about a month ago. Since then Steve only called or texted you. Making the conversations brief.

“How could you make it awkward? It’s not like you two slept together…”Okoye’s chuckle died as she saw your face. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. Did you regret it? Nope, it was the first time in years you could let yourself just go like that. Was it the right time for something like that? Nope, but you thought it was and the next morning you had to tell Steve that.

“I did and it was great,” you closed your eyes as you remembered that night. “Then when morning came, some switch flipped and I just couldn’t do it. I wasn’t ready.” Your voice began to shake as you remembered the exact moment you knew you weren’t ready to move on.

Okoye reached out and touched your shoulder. “It’s okay. Someday you will. Tiger will need a father figure to look up to. Steve Rogers is that kind of man.”

Okoye was right. Steve was the right kind of man and you knew deep down you should maybe at least give him a chance. “I’ll call him this evening when I’m settled down for the night.” Then you replayed that night in your head.

The tension.

The kiss.

The feeling of his skin on yours.

The warmth of his breath on your bare skin.

***

You sat on the couch mindlessly flipping through a magazine, while you sipped on your beer. You rarely drank so you always wanted to keep it light. Steve was putting Olivia to bed and seemingly, it sounded like it was going well. She normally tries every kind of tactic to stay up later. When a door opened, you looked up to see Steve walking your way.

“Asleep already?” you asked setting the magazine on the coffee table. “You didn’t drug her did you?”

Steve laughed and sat on the couch next to you. He cracked open a beer and took a long drink. “Nope, she just wanted four stories and by the time I got through the third one, she was out.”

You leaned over and rested your head on Steve’s shoulder. You swore you felt his muscles tense for split second. “You are a life saver!”

Steve gave a light chuckle. “Tell me whats new? How’s Tony and them doing?”

“Still won’t talk to you huh?” you leaned away. You saw the hardness in those blue eyes. Tony still held some feelings towards Steve. You tried a few times to get Tony to just move on and forgive him for whatever it was. But Tony was a Stark.

“Nope,” Steve emphasized the P in nope.

“Well, they're doing good, Liv and I are going to see them next weekend,” you poked your finger into Steve’s arm. “You can come, you know? He’s asks about you too.”

Steve leaned forward and folded his hands. “I can’t,” he said not making eye contact. “I have that group i’ve been leading.”

You stood up with a huff and walked to the small kitchen. “You and your fucking excuses Steve Rogers. You and Tony are like freaking teenage girls who had a stupid fight and wont talk to each other.” You turned to see that Steve had gotten up and had his hands on his hips. “I’m just saying,”  you turned to wash the few dishes in the sink. “You guys were the best of friends. You guys hung out almost all the time.”

You didn’t hear Steve come up beside you. You jumped a little but realized he was helping by drying the dishes. “That’s not why I hung out with him. People just assumed that, I just wanted to be closer to you and for the fucking life of me, I couldn’t man up and ask you out.” You rarely ever heard Steve swear. It surprised you each time.

But that wasn’t what made you drop the plate. You looked towards Olivia room and hoped that she didn’t wake up. You were in the clear.

“For years,” Steve continued as he turned to you. You just stood there and stared at the plate in the sink. The water spilling from the faucet, splashing water droplets around the sink. “I watched you with guy after guy. Almost dying in New York and then almost dying in Sokovia. I wouldn’t know what I would have done if you had.” Steve turned you with his hands. You kept your eyes on the ground. “The that day when Bucky went back on ice, that smile you two exchanged, I knew it was too late. I couldn’t be mad. The two you were perfect for each other.”

“Steve…” you stared to say but he shushed you.

“Then you lost Bucky and that literally almost killed.” Steve took his free hand and lifted your face to meet his eyes. They were soft and you saw just about every emotion he was felling. “Seeing you on that building ledge, I didn’t just pull you back for Bucky’s sake. I pulled you back for mine.”

Whatever happened next, it was beyond you. You didn’t know how it happened, but you found yourself closing the gap between you and Steve and pressing your lips firmly to his. His lips were soft and gentle. It was like something took possession of you body. Steve placed both hands on the side of your face and pulled away.

“You’re not kissing me because I told you how felt?” Steve asked resting his forehead on yours.

“I don’t know.” you answered honestly. Your eyes were closed and you were breathing hard. You really weren’t certain why you kissed Steve. He was never more than just a friend. But these last few years he’s been there for you and Olivia. “Just roll with it.”

And Steve did.

Steve pressed his lips back to yours and deepened it. One of his hands slowly makes its way to the back your neck, while the other goes down to you waist. It grips firmly as he backs you into the living room.Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Steve’s tongue slid across your bottom one, causing you to groan.

“Not here,” you slightly pulled away. “My room.”

Steve’s hand left your neck and shot down your waist. Without any effort, he picked up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he wrapped his strong arms around you. Steve started towards your room. You buried your face into his neck and felt his body tense up and him suck in a breath.

Once in the room and the door closed, Steve had your back pressed to the door. His breath was by your ear. Sending chills down your back and making you ache for him between your legs. “I am going to take my time with you,” he whispered in your ear, sending yet another chill down your back.

“Show you me what you got, Captain,” you rolled your hips into his already hard erection. Even thorough your cotton pajama shorts, you could feel his cock straining against his jeans as it twitched.

Steve’s eyes grew dark as he spun the two of you around and dropped you on the bed. He bent down and pulled your bottoms and underwear. He saw how wet you were without even having to look at your underwear.

“Someone’s excited,” he teased as he tossed the clothes to the side.

You pushed up on your elbows and gave him a smirk. “I can say the same about you.”

Steve smirked and rose an eyebrow before pulling you legs and placing them over his shoulder. “Let’s see if you taste better than you look.” Without another word, you watched as Steve dove in. His lips meeting your clit and his tongue shooting right inside you.

With a gasp, you shoot a hand to push his face further. The way he licked, sucked, and flicked his tongue around, had you shaking and breathing hard. You couldn’t stop whimpering his name as you felt yourself quickly getting towards that edged.

“Steve,” you whimpered. Your legs pulled him closer and you could feel him hum against your clit as his tongue fucked you. The vibration of his hum was what sent you over the edge. You cried out and both your hands and legs pushed Steve further, if that were possible, into you. Your body shook as your orgasm rocked through your body. And Steve still ate at you until your back fell onto the bed.

You lifted your head up to see Steve stand up and discard his clothes. When his cock sprung free, it had you drooling and you wanted it all inside of you. Steve made his way between your legs and looked at your shirt, with his bare hands, he ripped the fabric off your body throwing it behind him. Looking into his eyes, you could see the hunger and lust. He dipped down and kissed you, tasting your release on his lips. He gripped your hands in his and placed them above your head.

“I want to hear you say it again,” Steve mumbled against your lips. You felt himself line up with your entrance.

You know what he meant. “Fuck me, Captain.”

With that, Steve slipped inside you effortlessly. A soft moan escaped your lips letting Steve’s tongue shoot into your mouth. Once he was fully inside you, he waited until you were adjusted before he started to move in and out of you slow. You slowly lifted your hips but Steve used a hand to pin them back.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he hummed as he peppered kisses to your jawline.

“Well,” you wrapped your legs around his waist. “If you don’t do anything about that slow movement, I will have no choice but to take control.”

Steve pulled out all the way and then slammed right back into you. You cried and moaned as he grunted as the pleasurable action was repeated. His cock slid against your wall in the most beautiful way. You arched your back into his chest each time his cock hit your cervix. His pelvic bone rubbed your clit perfectly, making you moaning, whimpering mess under him. The pressure on you hands and hip being pinned, added to the mess you already were in.

Begging him not to stop.

Pleading him to keep going.

Calling him things, you never thought you would call him before.

It all was bringing you closer to the edge.

Soon, Steve’s thrusting slowed but they were still hard and deep. His grunt were deeper, inside his chest. He let go of your hands and hip and wrapped his arms around you. You did the same. You knew you were at the edge and you knew that Steve was close too. You pushed his face up and see could see the love he had in that moment in his eyes. It was all for you.

“Cum for me,” you whispered.

With one hard thrust, Steve spilled right into you and triggered your orgasm. Your bodies shook together and your breaths were still uneven as the both of you came down. Steve pushed himself up and cupped your face with hand. He leaned down and kissed you slowly. There was no hunger behind it. Just love and passion. Then he rolled over and pulled you into his arms before the two of you fell asleep.

In that moment, everything felt right.

Morning came when Steve gently woke you up. He sat on the side of the bed and brushed back some hair. “Hey,” his voice was gentle. “Breakfast is ready and Liv wanted to show you the pancake we made you.”

You sat up and stretched. “What time is it?”

“Eight, you deserved a morning to sleep in. Especially after last night.” Steve leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. “I’ll let you get ready.”

Once you were alone, you slid out of bed and went to the closet. When you turned the light on, your eyes landed on a box that was labeled BUCKY.

***

You were putting things away as you thought about that morning. You had just told Olivia to pick up her space for the day when you turned around and froze. There stood Steve and Tony. Their faces told you that they meant business.

Olivia squealed when she saw the two men and ran towards them. Steve hugged her while he made eye contact with you. Then Olivia jumped into Tony’s arms. He picked her up and he had the biggest smile on his face. She pointed towards her project and mumbled something. Tony’s face just lit up.

“I guess while I’m here, we can get you something else,” He told her as she wiggled out of his arms. “Sorry, dear,” he said as he and Steve approached. “We would have called but what we have to tell you has to be said in person.”

You gulped. Tony’s tone had you wondering what he needed to say. Steve just stood to the side and had his hands on his hips. His eyebrows furrowed. Taking a deep breath you turned to a random guard that was placed there to watch over you guys. “Can you take her to Okoye?”

The woman took Olivia’s hand and walked out with her. You turned to the two men but it was Steve you addressed. “What’s going on?”

“You may want to sit down for this,” Steve said.

You looked to Tony and he nodded. “Okay,” you sat in your chair. “What is it?”

“We may have found a way to bring everyone back.”

You froze. Coolness filled your body and in the wake of it washing over you, goosebumps followed. Your breathing got stuck in  your throat as and you grabbed your water and chugged the rest of it. Your ears were ringing and couldn’t hear what was being said by Steve or Tony.

“Let her breath, Rogers,” Tony’s hand was instantly on your back. “Gosh! We said we would ease her into this. Not dump it on her all at once.”

“How?” you choked out.

“Time travel,” Tony gently said as he sat on your table. “Do you remember Scott Lang? Well he helped me make it possible.”

Then you laughed. You laughed so hard that nearly fell out of your chair. “Time travel?” you asked trying to catch your breath. “You guys are going to go back into time and stop Thanos? What would that mean for us? I wouldn’t get Bucky back. 2018 me would still have Bucky and raise a child with him.”

Tony shushed you with his finger on your mouth. “Slow down, little sister. We are going back to get the stones and bring them to our time. Hoping it’ll work.”

You leaned back in your chair and folded your arms across your chest. You stared at Steve, who couldn’t take his eyes off you. “Do you think this will work?” You asked them both.

“We have to try, right?” Steve responded. “We owe it to those we lost. If not, then we just go on with life.”

You took a deep breath and just stared into space. You thought deeply about what was being said. You could get your husband back. Olivia could have her father. But what happens if this doesn’t work? Then you’re heartbroken all over again. You didn’t have the stomach to have such hope that they were serving to you on a silver plater. But yet, here you were taking it. Because that’s that just who you were.

“Okay,” you stood up. “Then I’m coming with you guys.”

“Nope, thats a huge ass pile of nope,” Tony said standing up too. “You missy, are staying here.”

“I agree,” Steve said.

“You have Olivia to care for,” Tony started to say.

“And you have Morgan,” you pointed out.

“She has two parents,” Tony said taking your shoulders in his hands. “Olivia only has one. For now. And if this were to go sideways and something happens to me, I need you there for Pepper.”

You took another deep breath. Tony was right. “Okay.”

“Perfect,” Tony said letting you go. “Now, I am going to go look for my darling niece and buy her something extravagant.” Tony walked out of the lab leaving you and Steve looking at each other.

The tension in the air was almost suffocating. You knew Steve didn’t want to look at you, he kept darting his eyes away from your each time you looked towards him. It wasn’t that the morning after sleeping with him was bad. There wasn’t even an argument. You just simply told him as you held one of Bucky’s shirts with a few tears in eyes that you couldn’t. That you needed some time.

Well, if this time travel thing works, then there goes the time you needed.

“You know,” you walked over to Steve. “I’m getting the feeling that you are partly on board with this.”

Steve looked down at the ground and then back at you. “What makes you say that?”

You made a face at him. “One, I’ve known you for over a decade. Two, you’re looking at me like you want to throw me on something and have your way with me. But you can’t because you’re best friend, also my husband could be coming back.”

Steve cracked a smile that disappeared just as fast. “It’s just horrible timing on my end. I’m fully on board with this.”

“Good,” you started to leave and turned back to Steve. “If this doesn’t work out, I’ll give us a shot. See where us goes.”

“And if Bucky comes back and he finds out about that night?”

“Then I tell him the truth,” you shrugged your shoulders. “In fact, I will just tell him. He’s been gone for five years. He would have expected me to move on. Now, let’s find my brother before he buys Liv something that’s too big to fit in my apartment.”

***

A few days have went by. Tony had sent the stuff you needed to get water to the Border Tribe. You and some volunteers set to work on getting it all started. It was hard long work that you decided to stay in your old house with Olivia. It made it easier to wake up and get to work and let Olivia play with the other children.

On the fourth day, you were ready to break ground when you noticed a change in the air. The same kind of change five years ago. You shook your head and passed it of as just thinking too much into it. You were too tired, you could barely sleep in that house still. You stayed up most nights as your mind raced with memories. And emotions.

“Let’s take a few hours,” you said to the others as you got up. You could barely concentrate. Today was the day that you brother and friends went on that time travel mission. You couldn’t help but worry about it going wrong. You were waiting for word about if it worked or not.

Olivia ran up to you and jumped into your arms. She nuzzled her face into your neck and you let out a soft sigh. She always knew when you needed hugs the most. She pulled back and took your face in her tiny, little hands. Her clear blue eyes stared deep into yours. She didn’t have to say anything to tell you that everything will be fine no matter what happened.

“I wuv you, Mommy,” she said.

“I love you, too, Tiger,” you gave her little butterfly kisses and set her down. “Can you take her back to the lab? I’m gong to take a few minutes and catch up later.”

“Yes, Missus Barnes,” the guard said taking your daughters hand in theirs.

When you alone you started to stare at the supplies in front of you. You wondered if this was actually enough. You wanted this to work so bad, you almost didn’t hear the snap of a twig behind you. You snapped your head up to listen for it again. Taking a deep breath you shook you head and went back to shuffling through the metal before you.

A twig snapped again.

You picked up a thin, but long piece of metal. “Whoever you are, you may want to think twice about who you sneak up on.”

You spun around, swinging the metal as you went. Something, well more like someone stopped your swing. You froze when you realized who had stopped your swing. A chill ran through your body. You know the color drained from your face. Those blue eyes were just as surprised as you were. They searched yours for some kind of answer.

Your hands fell and so did the metal. You took a step back only to lose your footing. He stepped forwards and grabbed your arms pulling you back towards him.

“Careful there, Doll.”

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[meltwonu]

98.“If i have to pull over, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”

86. “Stop distracting me.”

60. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

notes; name-calling, choking, car sex, minor mentions of violence, yandere!woozi means possessive/mean!woozi, i realize i don’t have a yandere!woozi fic yet? Unless my masterlist is just that due for an update(it is tbh☠️), but anyway I love the idea of yandere!woozi so this is kinda long! The rest is under the cut! Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

WARNING; That being said, I do NOT condone yandere-like/obsessive/possessive behaviour in real life. this is a work of fiction therefore I will indulge in it. If you do NOT like this kind of content, please just ignore it.

Jihoon sees red, knuckles white against the steering wheel as he tries to focus on the road. He knew attending any of Minghao’s parties was an awful idea and it’d only gotten worse when he saw you ‘talking’ to Jeonghan.

“‘Hoonie, can we talk about it?” You use your best pleading voice, already seeing the tenseness in his actions. You knew Jihoon could be possessive sometimes but this was possibly the worst you’d seen him yet.

“Stop distracting me.” He bites out, eyes never leaving the road.

“I’m not, I just… wanna understand why you’re so mad…” You trail off, noticing the way his hands grip the wheel even tighter. “Mad? Why would I be mad? Oh, cause you spent all of tonight laughing at Jeonghan’s shitty jokes?” Biting your lip, you lean over the center console of the car, placing a hand on Jihoon’s thigh.

“But it’s not like that, Jihoon… I was just being nice and he was just talkin’ to me…” He clenches his jaw, trying to not give in to the feeling of your hand slowly palming him over his pants. “You know I only like you.”

It feeds into his ego slightly as he smirks. You won’t have a choice once I’m done dealing with Jeonghan, he thinks.

“Get your dirty hand off my lap. If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” You pout at him, cupping his hardening cock through his pants once more. “But… you’re already getting hard...”

Jihoon spots the nearest highway exit, maneuvering over a few lanes until he’s speeding off the highway and searching for an empty and secluded place to park.

“You’re just a needy little whore, aren’t you? First Soonyoung and now Jeonghan?”

Right. Soonyoung.

Actually, you hadn’t heard from Soonyoung in a few weeks since Minghao’s other party. Soonyoung had taught you a new dance and you’d had fun that night, although Jihoon had been relatively quiet. He even disappeared early in the morning, an empty smile on his face when he presented the breakfast that’d taken over an hour to get.

“Jihoon~” You whine, seatbelt digging into you as the car comes to a stop in an empty parking lot.

“Get in the backseat. I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

And then I’ll get rid of him for good, just like I did Soonyoung.

Jihoon smirks, watching as you quickly unbuckle your seatbelt and maneuver yourself into the backseat in a huff. He follows suit, rough hands guiding you over his lithe body without a second to spare.

His lips meet yours in a heated kiss, teeth clashing as his hands roam all over your body. He eases one between your legs, nimble fingers dancing up your thigh until they reach the edge of your panties under your dress.

You moan into the kiss as soon as the pads of his fingers press against the growing wet patch on your panties; Jihoon’s lips parting from yours as he raises a brow up at you.

“Wanna explain why you’re already wet? Does Jeonghan do it for you?” He growls, eyes fixated on your already fucked out expression.

“Wh--what, no! I--I was jus’ thinkin’ about you…” You whisper, suddenly shy under Jihoon’s heated stare.

“Right. Is your pussy wet enough to take my cock already then, baby?”

“H-huh? Um, ah, d-dunno…” Jihoon scoffs, pushing your panties to the side before his fingertips glide through your wetness. “You don’t know if your pussy is wet enough? Do I have to do everything for you, slut?” You mewl when he eases in a finger, pumping the digit with sharp flicks of his wrist for what feels like only seconds before he’s already adding another.

You moan loudly as you ride his fingers in the backseat of his car, begging him for more as he curls and scissors them inside of you.

“Fuck, p--please, Jihoon, I need more!” You cry, watching as he licks his lips.

“Fine.”

Jihoon quickly slips his fingers from inside of you, licking them clean before he pushes at your chest. You fall back onto the other side of the backseat, head banging on the glass window for a second with how quickly he seemed to have shoved you.

He hovers over you in a flash, pants already undone and hand wrapped around his cock before he uses his free hand to pry your legs apart. “I’ll fuck you so good that you’ll only ever think of me.” He pushes your panties to the side again as he positions himself at your entrance, bottoming out in a single thrust. The air gets knocked out of you at the sudden fullness you feel; his cock snug against your cervix as he starts a quick and rough pace.

“When you’re talking to someone else, you’ll think of my cock fucking you open. And anytime you even think of anyone else, it’ll be replaced with thoughts of me and how I’m the only one that can satisfy you and how your ‘lil pussy was made for me.” Jihoon grins, fingers wrapping around one of your ankles as he positions it against his shoulder. He leans over you, making you whimper at the way he bends your body.

“It’s just you and me, baby. You don’t need anyone else~” He singsongs, slowing his pace.

The car windows fog up and you lose track of time; only focused on the way Jihoon fucks you slow yet roughly. He pushes his sweaty hair out of his face, brows furrowed when he looks down at you.

“I love you so much, y’know. I’d do anything for you. And I’d do anything to protect you.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips.

“I, ah, l-love you too, Jihoon…” Your words are muffled against his lips as he kisses you harder, smiling into it as you brace your hands on the leather of the seats.

You feel your orgasm getting closer, body tensing as Jihoon slightly pulls away. “Gonna cum?” You nod, hazy eyes focused on the way Jihoon smirks and straightens out his back. He keeps one hand on your ankle against his shoulder, but wraps his free hand around the column of your neck, gently squeezing down the sides.

“Then cum. Get my cock nice and wet ‘n I’ll reward you with my cum inside your tight ‘lil cunt.”

He squeezes a little harder as you groan; the lightheadedness washing over you the exact same time your orgasm crests. Your entire body feels tingly down to your fingertips digging into the leather and the only thing that spills from your lips are broken cries of Jihoon’s name.

Jihoon follows suit, grinding against you as he cums hard; eyes rolling to the back of his head when he feels your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock. He unintentionally squeezes your neck a little harder as you whimper, placing a hand over his as you gently ask him to ease his grip.

“F-fuck, baby, I’m so sorry!” His eyes fill with worry, letting go of your neck as he lets down your leg from his shoulder. He stays sheathed in your warmth as he checks over you, making sure that you were okay.

“Shit, did I hurt you? Fuck, I won’t forgive myself if I hurt you!”

“Ji--Jihoon, ‘m okay, really! It was just a second…” You catch your breath, leaning up to smooth his sweaty hair. “I promise, you didn’t hurt me.” He can’t wipe the worried look on his face but he nods, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“I’m really sorry, I wasn’t thinking. It was stupid of me.”

Jihoon helps you get somewhat cleaned up, apologizing profusely when the two of you maneuver back into the front seats. He opens up the windows to let in some of the cool summer air as he starts the car.

“Sorry, I’ll get us home so you can take a shower and get some sleep. It’s been a long night.”

You nod, watching as he turns out of the parking lot and heads back for the highway. And it doesn’t take long before you’re back at your place; having dozed off in the car for however long it was. Jihoon parks the car in the front, turning to you.

“I’m gonna… uh, grab you some of your favorite ice cream from the 24 hour store down the street. It’s the least I can do after the way I acted tonight. Why don’t you head in and get showered? And don’t wait up for me. I can see how tired you are, so just go to bed okay? I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He flashes you a genuine smile, eyes forming crescents as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Are you sure? It’s getting kinda late though…”

“No, no, no! I acted stupid and you even hit your head on the window when I pushed you. Please, let me just treat you a little. And maybe clear my head a bit before I come home.” You nod slowly, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“Don’t take too long, okay? The bed gets cold without you.”

“Mm, I promise.” ...That taking care of Jeonghan will be quick enough for me to grab the fuckin’ ice cream and be back in an hour.

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Careful, Madam (Chapter Two)

A/N: The sequel to ‘Careful, Madam’. Is this self-indulgent angsty smut? Yes it is. Did I have a blast writing it? Yes indeed! Thanks to @alice1nwond3rland, @need-not and @thegirlisuedtobe for supporting me during the writing of this, and to everyone who left comments <3

 Maxim did not look at me during the fancy dress party, not even once. I stood next to him for the entire evening, smiling at our guests until my jaws quivered. All the while I looked at my husband from the tail of my eye. No one would have known that something was wrong, for he held his head high, flung quips to the occasional guest, laughed. Only I saw the faint lines around his mouth and eyes, thin like gossamer, and the peculiar way he smiled, more like a twisting of the lips, a baring of the teeth, than a genuine expression of mirth.

And it was all my fault.

I felt small and desperate, sick with shame. If only he would glance at me, or find my hand and clutch it into his, then I’d know things could become all right between us again. If only I had the courage to link my arm with his and draw him away from the party into that little room that could be accessed from the hallway, where the shears and mackintoshes were kept. It would be cool there, and private, and I could tell him that my choice of costume had been wretched and vile, but not intentionally so. I could cry there, and through my tears beg his forgiveness. He might take me in his arms then, and the feel of the long, hard lines that made up his body would blot out the feel of that other one, who had bruised and pleasured me before humiliating me, who had left me sore…

But I dared not move, and Maxim never reached for me. He kept swallowing, as if something had gotten stuck in his throat and he wished to dislodge it. It harped on my nerves, that soft, sucking motion inside his throat, and for one fierce, dreadful moment, I thought how much I would like to crush the bulge of his Adam’s apple with my fist. I imagined the cartilage bending against my knuckles, the soft, wet sounds that would accompany it. The rage I felt and the satisfaction at the image of my hand compressing his throat frightened me more than my growing fear that our marriage was a failure.

I had to walk away then. I locked myself into a bathroom and threw up. The bitter bile splashing into the toilet bowl brought no relief. I went to the sink to wash my hands. I ran the tap till the water was cold and drank from it to rinse my mouth, but the taste of sick lingered. I wiped my mouth on a bit of toilet paper, then peered into the mirror. Mrs Danvers had done an impeccable job with my makeup.

Don’t think of her.

I sat down on the lip of the tub, my hands like melting ice, all wet and cold. I had a nagging little pain in the pit of my stomach that throbbed in time with my heartbeat. It was good to sit there in the soft overhead light and nurse that pain, to try and feel it to the exclusion of all else. But as I sat shivering on the hard rim of the bathtub, I could not stop feeling the soreness between my legs, or the ghost of long, lean fingers tracing patterns at the nape of my neck. I could not stop thinking, either, could not help spinning one scenario after another, until they formed a bleak tapestry in my mind big enough to smother me with.

I went back to the sink and washed my hands. The soap had a hair on it. I should tell Mrs Danvers about that. How she’d hate for Manderley standards to slip, I thought, and then I remembered what she had done, and the pain made me flinch.

I wiped my hands on my skirt. Then, I went back to the party.

…

By the time the final guests had left, I was so bone-weary I might have curled up on the carpet and slept like a dog. Instead, I dragged myself to my room and crawled into bed without bothering to change my frock for pyjamas.

Sleep would not come. Dawn had broken, but the room stayed dark. Mrs Danvers must have closed the curtains then, folding one end over the other, allowing not a single ray of light to penetrate.

I wished Maxim would come up. I had to talk to him. I lay on my side, staring at his bed. Had Mrs Danvers and I stained the sheets? Perhaps, if Maxim were to come up and crawl into bed, he would catch my scent, a whiff of something so primal it could not help but move him. That is, if Mrs Danvers had not stripped the bed and put on fresh sheets, bunching up the ones we had dirtied between her beautiful hands. No; normally the maids took care of soiled linen and bedding. They were the ones who did the laundry, scrubbing cotton and wool until they were raw-handed and red-knuckled. Unless, of course, the laundry was Rebecca’s. In that case Mrs Danvers did it. She washed her mistress’ blouses, her nightgowns, her slips. She washed her underthings, letting them soak in a bucket of water in her room before taking a bar of soap to them. She mended them, too, when they had holes in them, or stitching that had become undone, or tears from eager hands. Her father had been a tailor. That explained how she could thread her needle with such confidence, wetting the thread with her tongue, all pink and warm…

“Please,” I whispered in the dark, “please, may I stop thinking now?” But the thoughts and memories kept coming, blurring into each other until I thought I’d go mad.

Maxim’s face, tight with anger, his eyes blazing.

Mrs Danvers’ fingers hopping between the dips of my vertebrae.

A figure with a shock of dark hair around her lovely face, smiling triumphant from the shadows of the minstrel’s gallery.

I flung the sheets away from me and got to my feet. I was no Catholic, but even I knew how one ought to rid themselves of a demon that tormented them, even one as insubstantial as the monster that rode me, made up of half-truths and conjectures. You had to exorcise it.

…

I seemed to reach Rebecca’s room in no time at all. One minute I was in my dressing room, and the next I had opened the door to hers. It was dark here, too, the curtains drawn and folded by an expert hand. I fumbled for the light switch and could not find it. I remembered then that there was a lamp near the bed, and I stumbled there, my hands stretched out in front of me as if this was a game of blind man’s buff. The room smelled musty, as rooms that are not used are wont to do, yet I could not help shake the feeling that I was not alone. There was this subtle disturbance of the atmosphere, impossible to describe but sensed nonetheless. I feared that any moment someone might clasp my outstretched hand, or thump me between the shoulder blades to make me stumble. Perspiration trickled down my back.

I bumped into something hard and cried out, thrusting my arms in front of me. My hands sank down into something soft. I was half-crazed by fear then, and it took me a moment to realise I had bumped into the bed and was touching the quilted cover and the mattress underneath. I felt my way from there to the nightstand and found the lamp. I was trembling so much I did not manage to switch it on straight away. When it came on, I had to shield my eyes with my arm. After a little while, when my eyes had gotten used to the light and I was not breathing so hard anymore, I felt strong enough to walk to the dresser with its brushes, its bottles of scent and powder. I sat myself down. My reflection looked back at me. This other self was pale and wan, with uncombed hair that was sweat-darkened at the roots. I sat and looked, the lamp burning softly behind me, the blood beating in my throat.

I had heard of people entrancing themselves by looking into mirrors or, alternatively, a bowl or salver with water. I had never believed it to be possible, but after a while I began to feel quite queer. The nagging pain, that lingering nausea that I had nursed throughout the night, began to fade, and it seemed to me that I was not properly aligned with my body anymore; I was still tethered to it, but floating a little behind. My reflection began to morph and flicker, until it was no longer my own face but that of another, someone tall and lovely, with dark hair.

“You must leave,” I told her.

“Oh, but you have only just conjured me up.”

I licked my lips. They were dry and flaking. “I want you to leave me in peace. I want you to stop haunting me, to stop haunting Maxim.”

She smiled. Soft little shivers shook me. I knew now why men went off their heads around her, why Mrs Danvers would keep these rooms pristine to entomb her memory, why Maxim could not speak of her. “He does not wish me to go. He loves me.”

I gripped my seat hard and bent closer to her. “You do not understand. He’s the only one I have, and I’ll do anything to be the wife he wishes me to be.”

“But what wife would do the things you’ve done with Danny?” she whispered. “Those filthy, sordid things? What wife would want a woman between her thighs, or inside her? What wife would enjoy that?”

I felt very faint then, very weak. “No,” I said, “No!”

“You’ve let your housekeeper fuck you three months into your marriage. Do you truly think people whose marriages are a success would do such a thing?”

I tugged at a flake of skin with my teeth, tearing it away. There was pain, but not at all sharp, not as it should have been. I tasted copper. “I love Maxim,” I choked.

“If you truly loved him, you would leave. You would give him back to me, so that we can be together. You know that’s what he wants.”

I could not deny this. A sob clawed its way up my throat. The sound was oddly muted. Perhaps, I thought, I have ceased to exist. Perhaps Rebecca has conquered me at last, subsumed me, and I am the shadow and the ghost and she the woman of flesh and blood. That is why Maxim has not come to me, and why no one is looking for me; they’ve forgotten me already. Who would remember a person as insignificant, as drab and colourless as me?

She smiled at me. “You know what you have to do,” she said, and her voice was soft now, near fawning.

“Yes,” I said.

“It will be quite painless.”

“Yes.”

“It’ll be quick, not at all like the lingering death of those who drown. There’ll be the snap of your neck, and then it will all be over.”

I stood and smoothed my skirt. “You’ll look after him, won’t you? And he’ll be happy again, won’t he?”

Again that smile, like that of an angel. “Of course.”

“And… and Mrs Danvers? You’ll look after her, too?”

“Like she has looked after me.”

“That’s all right, then.” I went to the window and opened it, struggling with the sash; my hands had gone numb. A sea mist had come rolling in during the night, hiding the sun. The morning light was yellow, filthy, very muted. I licked my lips and tasted bitter salt. I peered down and found I could not see the ground. All I had to do was clamber out of the window and let myself drop, but my arms were weak and I found I could not lift myself. I leaned hard against the window seat, feeling it dig into my belly, just below the ribs. I need only lean forward, and if I bent far enough, the earth would pull me down. It would rush to meet me, and there’d be no pain. I need only…

A hand closed around my arm and yanked me back. The force of it spun me round. My hands scrabbled against black cloth smooth as water, impossible to take a proper hold of. Mrs Danvers grabbed my wrists. Her hands were cold.

It is hard to describe the shock of her touch. To be grabbed by someone when we think ourselves alone is enough to make one’s heart thump painfully; when we are entranced, any touch is almost a violation. Her grip tightened, grinding the bones in my wrist together, and I was corporeal again, no longer the shadow and the ghost I had feared myself to be.

“No!” I screamed, “No, no, no, let me go!”

“I can’t, Madam.”

“Let me go!”

“Hush, Madam, don’t shout so, or the servants will hear,” she murmured. I looked into her face. Her eyes were red-rimmed, swollen. She had a little scab on her jawline from where I had nicked her skin with my teeth the night before.

“What do you care?” I hissed.  “What do you care if they hear? You hate me! And I’ve done nothing to deserve it.”

Her hands quivered, and she began to cry. It was horrible; I felt her body shake, saw the sobs tear through her, yet no tears would come. “Do you think I don’t know I went too far? That it was a low trick to play, vulgar and common? But you tried to take my mistress’ place,” she moaned.

“I never did!” The pain in my belly was sharp now, like a knife scraping my insides. “I changed nothing at Manderley. I let everything go on as it had when she was still alive. I can’t ever take her place.” Those traitorous tears burned behind my eyelids. I tried to blink them away, but they would not be denied. “I can’t compare to her, to Rebecca. I know this. Everyone does; Maxim, you, Frith, they all know I’m nothing like her.” I felt so weak then I could hardly stand. I had to lean against the windowsill. Mrs Danvers must have thought I was trying to break away from her, for she increased her grip. Her hands were warming now.

“You mustn’t shout so,” she repeated.

“You played a vile trick on me, Mrs Danvers,” I went on. “You wished to hurt me, and you have.”

Mrs Danvers shook her head. She had not done up her hair properly; a little lock curled against her temple. “I wanted to hurt him, not you.”

I wished to rub my eyes, but she would not let me. “Has Mr de Winter not suffered enough?”

She began to laugh, and that was worse than her crying. The sound was raw and hollow. It made the hairs on my nape prick up. “He tried to replace her not even a year after she’d gone. He married you, an absolute child. You’re passive and immature, desperate for affection, completely dependent on him, and no one sees it.”

“But they do! I know they talk about me. They compare me to Rebecca, and they find me wanting. They all…”

“Oh, they talk about you all right. They think you seduced him and he married you because he’s a gentleman. They don’t see that he chose himself an impressionable little child-bride to obey and sate him.”

“Stop, Mrs Danvers, please stop!” I cried. “It’s not like that at all.”

“Oh, but it is. He married you, a pretty little girl, because he wants someone to play with, someone to fawn over him, someone…”

“God, Mrs Danvers,” I sobbed, the tears coming hot and fast, my face tight with it, “do you not see that he’s all I have in the whole wide world? That there’s no one else to call my own, no one who loves me? You can’t know what that feels like.”

“But I do, I…”

“I’ll take whatever love he deigns to give me, no matter how small. And it is hard, Mrs Danvers, to know that he does not love me like he loved her, that he finds me wanting whenever he thinks of me because I am second-rate and inferior and insignificant. I have so much love to give, if only people would let me. I’ve only my husband to give it to. I must love, Mrs Danvers, or else be destroyed. I must love. Let me love, let me love…”

I was raving. I knew that I was, but I could not help it. I was clutching Mrs Danvers, feeling her heat, smelling that sweet little scent of hers, and I kept begging her with that stunted little phrase, over and over again. “Let me love you, let me love you, please, let me love you…”

She put her mouth on mine. I could taste bitter tea on her tongue. Her lips were warm and wet. A shock tore through me, and I began to tremble. She tore her mouth away from mine, hugged me close to her, a hand on the back of my head. My nose was pressed against her throat. I began to kiss her there, soft, hungry kisses, reddening her skin.

“Let me love you,” I babbled.

“I will, Madam. Now hush.”

I was feeling very weak. I leaned against her. She held me close with one arm. “Careful for your hands, Madam; I’m going to close the window now,” she said, and with her free hand brought down the sash.

I was still clinging to her. I tried to open the buttons of her collar, but she drew my hands away. She guided me to the bed then and lay me down. The stale scent of azaleas rose to meet us, and with a stab of panic I thought how wrong it was for me to touch these sheets. “The mirror,” I said, clasping Mrs Danvers’ hands, “you must cover up the mirror or she’ll see, and she mustn’t.”

She kissed my forehead, her fingers lingering there for a moment as she checked my temperature. Then, she took the quilt off the bed, went to the mirror, and carefully covered it up. When she came back to me, I was so desperate for the feel of her that I drew her down with me, kissing her lean hands, her veined wrists, her cheeks and chin and nose. I pulled at the pins in her hair and down it came, thick as rope and warm. She looked younger with her hair down, more human, and I found I could imagine her as a girl after all. I twisted on top of her and we were joined again, cleaving together at the hip. She rucked up my skirt and then her own. There was a flash of red, and I saw she was wearing a scarlet slip under her black dress. She wound her legs around my waist. She wore boots that buttoned up over the ankle, their heels digging into my flesh. I saw her in my mind’s eye, sitting on the edge of her simple bed at the end of the day, working away at her boots with a button hook.

I kept kissing her. My lips felt raw, flayed, and still I could not get enough. I knew what would soothe them. The thought made me tremble.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I want to kiss you between your legs,” I confessed.

She trembled then, too. She closed her eyes, passed a hand over her face. When she opened her eyes, she pushed me off of her, and for one terrible moment I thought she’d deny me after all, and the idea of it was so terrible I had to press my hands against my belly to stop the pain there. But no, she was pulling up her skirts to the waist now, revealing her stockinged legs and then the red underwear she wore. It was trimmed with lace, very lovely. Her stockings were real silk. I had never given much thought to Mrs Danvers’ stockings, but had I been pressed, I would have said she wore scratchy, woollen affairs that were wont to give one varicose veins eventually. I would never have guessed she had an appetite for the luxurious, but then I never would have imagined us twining like lovers, either.

The skin between stocking and knickers was white. She had a puckered purple scar on the right thigh, a line the length of my finger. She drew her underwear down. The hair that grew on her mound was dark and strangely soft, very unlike the coarse, bristling hair that grew between my legs. She had trimmed it carefully. I thought of her taking her nail scissors and a hand mirror into the bathroom every other week, folded between her towel so that no one need see. She’d spread out a newspaper on the cold tiles and sit down, the mirror propped up against the wall so she could see herself. I imagined her twisting the hair around her fingers to measure it before she snipped it off. Afterwards, she’d brush the hair into a little heap with her palms, and fold the newspaper around it. She’d turn it into a little package, indistinguishable from the twists of paper the maids used to light the fires, and toss it into the hearth.

She spread her legs for me then, and her skin seemed to split, like a seam unravelling, revealing the pink, damp flesh inside. I smelled her then, that fierce, feminine scent of a woman’s desire, so very different from a man’s. It made my belly clench.

“Mrs Danvers?” I whispered.

“Yes, Madam?”

“You’ll be patient with me, won’t you?”

She worked herself up on her elbows and placed her hand against my cheek. Her palm was warm and slightly calloused. “Of course, Madam.”

I did what she had done to me the night before. I lay down on my belly, put her legs over my shoulder, and kissed her soft flesh.

She hissed.

Startled, I drew back.

“Careful, Madam,” she bade me, stroking my hair, “you must be gentle with me.”

I dared hardly touch her then, until she pressed my mouth against her more firmly. I kissed and licked and sucked as she demanded, changing my rhythm when she asked. All the while her hand was on my head, her fingers stroking my scalp in little stutters. My tongue found this hard little nub of flesh, and my little licks against it made her moan. At one point she began to flow, and the taste of her was rich and sharp, like brine, like vinegar and copper. She’s an oyster, I thought, and I’ve found the pearl inside.

Her thighs trembled against my face. When she came, I felt the twitch of muscle inside her, felt her climax shake through her. Her hips moved against me, smearing my mouth and chin. When she stilled, I crawled up against her. She tucked me under her arm. I put a hand on her chest. Her heart was beating very fast, and she was out of breath.

“Did I do well?” I asked.

She took a lock of hair that lay plastered against my cheek between her fingers and tucked it behind my ear. “Very well indeed, Madam.”

I was calmer now, and very tired. I think I might have fallen asleep, but Mrs Danvers wouldn’t let me. “I’ll run a bath for you,” she said as she wiped my face with her handkerchief. Her cheeks were flushed.

She did not take me into Rebecca’s bathroom, but into one that belonged to a guestroom. It had a claw-footed tub and a spout in the shape of a lion’s head. A pink sheet of glass had been fitted over the lightbulb, bathing the room in a soft, sweet light. Everything was spotlessly clean. I wondered how many hours of work were put into Manderley’s empty rooms, how many pairs of hands scrubbed and dusted and brushed things Maxim and I never used.

Mrs Danvers turned on the taps, placing her sensitive fingers under the stream of water to check its temperature. There was a jar of bath salts in the medicine cabinet. She plunged her dry hand in and sprinkled the grains into the tub. Soon, the water was frothing, smelling like lavender and roses.

I began to undress. My stockings were filthy, and I had torn the heel of one. Mrs Danvers came to me and helped me, her damp fingers quickly opening hooks and buttons. Despite all we had done with each other, I still felt embarrassed for her to see me in any state of undress, and stood hugging myself so she need not see my breasts. They were strangely sensitive. She placed a flat hand on my belly.

“You should try not to lose any more weight, Madam,” she said.

Perhaps she was right. My skirts tended to be too loose around the hips nowadays. My monthlies had become irregular, too.

The bath was scalding hot. I had to lower myself into the water inch by inch. It was good to sit there quietly, hugging my legs to my chest and resting my cheek on my chin, letting the water lap at me. Mrs Danvers had found a porcelain jug somewhere. She dipped it into the bath and poured the water over my neck, my shoulders, my head, shielding my eyes with her free hand. She poured a dram of shampoo in her hand and worked it into my hair. She worked quickly, deftly.

“You used to do this with Rebecca,” I said.

She paused, then filled the jug with water. “Yes, Madam, I did. Close your eyes.” She wiped some foam from my brow, then began to rinse the shampoo out of my hair.

“And what we did before? Did you do that with Rebecca, too?”

She was quiet for a long time, her hands squeezing water and shampoo from my hair. The longer the question between us remained unanswered, the bigger it seemed to grow, like a canker untreated. It pressed down on my stomach and made it hard to breathe. When she finally answered, her voice was soft and slow, not quite the dead thing it often was but not fully alive, either. “Occasionally, when she tired of her men, she’d come to me.”

“Her men?”

“She did not love Mr de Winter exclusively, not my lady, and why should she? Men used to throw themselves at her feet and worship her. It was tiresome, really, to see them sniffing at her heels like dogs. ‘As if I’m a bitch in heat, Danny,’ she used to tell me. She liked to play with them, laugh at them, but sometimes they tired her. She scorned them all, then, and she’d come to me. She had this… this device, made of India rubber, so that we could love one another as a man and a woman, so you see, we were never quite free of men after all.”

I was very tired. I leaned my temple against her arm. She had rolled up her sleeves. Her forearms were as pale as the skin on her thighs. She had a scar on the inside of her elbow, a thin, purple line.

She smoothed my hair against my scalp. “I must fetch you a clean frock, Madam, but I am loath to leave you on your own. Will you manage? I’ll only be a little while.”

“I shall be all right. Please don’t fret about me.”

She gave my arm a little squeeze, and then she was gone.

I sank back in the water, the lip of the tub digging in the tender spot where skull meets vertebrae, chewing over the things Mrs Danvers had just told me.

Rebecca had not been faithful to Maxim.

She had had other men, and she had been intimate with Mrs Danvers, too. Perhaps I was not such a beastly woman after all, then.

When Mrs Danvers came back, she brought me clean clothes as well as a little tray. It had a plate of biscuits on it, an apple, and a glass of milk. I took the glass. It felt peculiar between my pruned-up fingers. The milk smelled strongly. I took a small sip, expecting the ordinary chalky taste of milk, but it was sour, nauseating.

“You do not want it?”

“It’s gone off.”

She sniffed it, then drank. “It tastes fine to me, Madam, but if you do not want it, you don’t need to drink it down.” She gave me a biscuit, then began paring the apple with the knife. She looked up and gave me a little smile. “You must eat.”

To please her I took a bite of biscuit. I chewed on it slowly, swallowed it. My stomach roared to life. I had another biscuit, and a third, then ate the apple. Mrs Danvers washed her hands and wetted a flannel under the tap. She put her foot on the toilet bowl, hoisted up her skirts, and began to scrub between her legs. She had another line on the back of her thigh. It was an angry purple, and quite deep. Had she had an accident at some point that had left her scarred? There could be accidents that left large parts of the body intact but gouged lines in others, like falling through a window and slicing oneself on the glass, or perhaps being thrown by a horse on jagged rocks.

“It was a riding crop,” she said.

I blinked. “I’m sorry?”

She followed the scar on the back of her leg with her finger. “A riding crop did this.” She went back to cleaning herself up.

I’ll never know if I would have asked her why someone had whipped her, had we only been given more time. Before I could decide to ask, the air was rent asunder with a bang that made the tepid water in the tub ripple and shiver, and then another one.

“What was that?” I asked, the biscuit in my hand squeezed into small shards.

Mrs Danvers put her foot down and smoothed her skirts over her legs. “Rockets. A ship in distress. It’s the fog. She must’ve run aground.”

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[spideybitey18]

Not What I Had In Mind - Part 3

Hey guys! After a few months, i am finally back with part 3!!! This is quite angsty and not a happy ending, but please let me know what you think! I LOVE YOU <3 <3

Harrison x reader

WARNINGS: Angst, Heartbreak, Not a Happy ENding, NOT EDITED

PART 1  PART 2

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Not What I Had In Mind - Part 3

You slowly carried yourself up to the apartment you shared with Harrison, your legs weak and frail as you held the railing for support. You were drunk and off your head, all of your emotions having been released from the bottle due the amount of alcohol you have a consumed in the last hour. You were now left feeling numb, and void of any emotions. Tom was following behind you, a little less drunk but not in his right mind.

You were both tired after the events of today, it was supposed to be perfect, a picture perfect dream but it turned out to be what was your worst nightmare. You finally reached the end of the staircase, where your small apartment was at the top of the building. It was nothing special, just a two bedroom apartment that was a little rundown, but had everything you and Harrison wanted to start your journey together as a married couple. You unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal the darkened living room, where all of your wedding presents have been delivered, and scattered all over the room. A lump was formed in the back of your throat at the reminder that it will now only be you to send everyone not ‘thank you’ cards, but ‘I’m sorry that you had to spend and waste your money, but now I wont be needing this’ card. 

As if all the anger came rushing back, you strided towards the presents picking up random ones and throwing them around in frustration. How dare he, If he wanted to leave this way, the least he could do is fix up his own mess instead of leaving it with you.

Tom stood by the door, his blurry eyes watching your every move before he stumbled towards you. He grabbed a hold of your hands which was holding a very expensive vase. It had a beautiful pattern that would complement a nice bunch of sunflowers, you thought. Your eyes widened as he shook his head, his hands softly grabbing it out of your shaky grasp. You sighed, your eyes watering once again. Tom smirked down towards you, his hand gripping the vase tightly before he threw it against the wall, the glass breaking into millions of pieces like your heart. You gasped, your hand moving to cover your mouth. Without realising, a small giggle left your lips before you started completely laughing, your head thrown back. Tom soon joined in, both of your laughter joining together and bouncing of the walls of your empty apartment. You both kept laughing almost like you were insane, masking the true feelings that you held behind the happy façade.

A light knock from the door, interrupted the laughter. Tom and you both shared a look before walking towards the front door, curious as to who would come here at 2am in the morning. You weakly twisted the knob open, before opening the heavy door to reveal the last person you would think would show up after everything that had happened.

“Harrison?” You mumbled, your eyes widening at your fiancé.

He gulped, his eyes puffy and red. You took a good look at him, noticing that his expression held exhaustion, and his hair was dishevelled and out of place. He still wore his wedding tux, the tie undone from the constant pulling at it. You remembered how Harrison used to complain about how tight the tie would be, before pouting your way, asking you to fix it. It was annoying, but you loved doing it.

 Your heart pounded against your rib cage as he looked dashing and handsome, like always. He looked just like your Harrison, the love of your life. Minutes passed by as you both continued to stare at each other, basking in each other’s presence.

“I-I’ve come to pick up some clothes I’ve forgotten”

You slowly nodded in understanding, your eyes moving to look at the floor nervously. You still made no effort to move out the way, too stunned to even believe that Harrison was here, but not in the way you were hoping. Secretly, you wished he came back to apologise and beg for forgiveness, and you would’ve in a heartbeat, your love for him overpowering any other emotion.

“Y/N?”

You flinched at the sound of his voice, before slowly retracting back into the room, your dirty torn up wedding gown following behind you. Harrison’s eyes widened at the sight of your tattered dress, even though it was ruined beyond repair, you still looked beautiful, like a broken beautiful queen. He slowly stepped in to his apartment, noticing glass shards all over the carpet, a few opened presents thrown across the room and some still kept in their packages sitting by the couch, untouched. Tom cleared his throat, his brows furrowed disappointedly at his best friend. Harrison gulped, his eyes refusing to meet his best friends face.

Harrison quickly disappeared into your shared room to gather the rest of his belongings without another word or explanation. Your knees buckled beneath you before collapsing onto the carpet, your knees red with carpet burn. Your dress surrounded you in puffs, the waist feeling tight as you struggled to breathe, your throat closing up as tears threatened to spill.

He’s actually leaving me, you thought.

Tom watched as you struggled to get back up before joining Harrison in your room.

“Why do you have to leave?” you mumbled, your voice hoarse.

Harrison jumped, his back facing you as he continued to pack his clothes in his suitcase.

“W-what did I do wrong? Please tell me so I can fix it baby please”

Harrison still kept quiet, a sigh falling from his lips as he moved towards the bathroom to grab his toiletries. He wanted to make this quick, so he could leave as soon as possible. He was hoping that when he turned up here, you and Tom wouldn’t be here yet.

He came back into the bedroom, his hands full with his stuff before placing it into the suitcase. Out of frustration you came up behind him, your voice coming out with desperate with pleads.

“Harrison please I beg you, please don’t leave me.. I don’t know what I will do without you”

He slowly zipped up the suitcase, his eyes downcast.

“Please..”

He picked up the suitcase, before brushing past you without a word.

“Wait.. where are you going, please stay so we can talk about this..” You hiccuped.

You followed him out, your hand grasping his bicep to make him stop, but he was too strong. You didn’t notice, but he had tears in his eyes as well, ignoring you was the worst thing he could ever do, and it was hard.  

As the front door came into both of your view, Harrison sped up to escape. You became more desperate, stumbling over your dress as you cried, begging him not to go. Tom watched the scene unfold with a heavy heart, his gaze locking with Harrison’s. Harrison’s eyes were begging Tom to help, his crystal blue eyes more prominent with the tears. Tom nodded in understanding, knowing that this must be hard on his best friend too, even if he didn’t know the real reason. Tom met up with your pace, just as Harrison spun the door knob, ripping the door wide open to reveal the staircase.

You throat was raw from sobbing uncontrollably, your hands reaching for Harrisons suitcase in his hand as if that would stop him from leaving. Tom wrapped his hands around your waist, his strong arms pulling you back and away from fiance. You yelled in protest, your tears drowning your cheeks. You kicked and screamed, your arms grasping the air towards Harrison as Tom kissed and whispered comforting words into your ear to help calm you down. Nothing helped, your eyes watching as Harrison spun around to give you one final look, his own heart clenching at the sight of you in such pain.

“H-HAZ please don’t leave me” You sobbed, your tears mixing in with your mascara.

A tear fell from Harrison’s eyes as he watched your heart break even more.

‘I love you so much’, he mouthed watching as your face faltered and your cries subsided. He knew you got the message, his eyes watering further as your face scrunched up in further pain.

He turned around slowly, taking large breaths preparing for what was about to come. You watched him descend down the staircase, your body shooting forward in an effort to follow him, but your body was caged in Tom’s comforting arms, his grip tight and secure.

“Tom! Let me go! I-I need to follow him, please! I-I love him, I need him please let me go!”

You continued to sob, every cry begging Harrison to come back, but he never did.

Minutes passed and Harrison still hasn’t come back. Your body fell against Tom’s in exhaustion, your throat throbbing with pain. Tom whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his lips moving to press a kiss against your forehead. 

“I’m here darlin’, I’m here and im not going anywhere” He whispered.

You nodded limply, an occasional hiccup leaving your body. Your hand grasped a hold of Tom’s shirt, as you placed your head against his chest, listening to the beats of his heart, the sound oddly comforting you.

A stray tear fell from your eye, descending its way down your cheek before finding its destination on top of Tom’s hand that was holding yours. 

His hand flinched. 

“I’m not going anywhere” he repeated.

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HOLY SHITE! i wonder what the reason is, as to why Harrison has left!? Tell me what you guys think, and what maybe the reason he is leaving? Hope you have enjoyed part 3 :))

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[leelee10898]

For you: Chapter 9 - What I never knew I always wanted.

Chapter Inspiration: What I never knew I always wanted - Carrie Underwood. @blackwidow2721 Thanks for the song, I am legit obsessed. Rating: Fluff, Angst and a little bit of NSFW mixed in Summary: Will Leo patch things up with Aria’s dad? Its the moment we have been waiting for, we find out what the twins are. 

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Aria woke early the next morning to the smell of bacon in the air. “Mom’s cooking breakfast.” She salivated, licking her lips. She looked over a Leo peacefully sleeping next to her. She didn’t want to disturb him so she slid carefully out of bed. She tip toed across the room grabbing a pair of maternity jeans and a top throwing them on, and slinking out of the room quietly. 

“Need any help?” She asked her mom walking into the room. Her mom smiled at her, “your dad would love some of your french toast. I’m about done with the bacon and eggs.” Aria cracked several eggs into a bowl, adding milk, cinnamon and a splash of vanilla whisking them all together. She buttered the skillet and dipped the bread into the mixture, throwing it onto the hot skillet. “It smells delicious in here.” Leo came into the kitchen “you snuck out to sneak bacon didn’t you Love?” He kissed her lips. “You two are so cute.” Linda gushed. “Have you ever had Arias french toast? You know she makes the best around.” “ I have Mrs Hale.. er Linda.” Leo corrected himself. “ And you are right about that, best I have ever had.”  “Good now, you take this and sit on down.” She handed Leo a plate and ushered him to the dining room with John. John gave Leo a stern look. “Good morning Mr Hale.” Leo sat down. “Yeah, good morning.” John muttered as Linda placed a plate of food in front of him. They ate in silence before John got up and went out to his work shed. Aria and Linda joined Leo eating and talked about the gender reveal party that night. They cleaned up breakfast. A short time later Ellie arrived, and the women got ready to leave. “Do you need my help? I could come with you guys.” Leo offered. “No, you can stay here, maybe help John out in the shed. Hes been tinkering with that thing and he can’t seem to get it to start. ” Linda grabbed her purse. Leo gave Aria a pleading look. “It’ll be ok, this will give you time to smooth things over with my dad. Remember, don’t grovel, maybe put all those years of king lessons to work.” She giggled placing a kiss on his lips. “If I am dead when you get back, remember I love you.” 

Leo walked outside to the shed, he noticed John tinkering angrily at a dirt bike. “Need some help with that?” Leo asked walking into the shed. John looked up “oh it’s you. No offense kid but you don’t look to know your way around a motor if it bit you in the ass.” Leo chuckled “I may know a thing or two. That a YAMAHA YZ250? 2007 by the looks of it. Great bike.” John started at Leo in disbelief. “What’s going on with it?” “Um the damn thing won’t kick over, I have tried everything and it wont start.” John grunted. “May I?” Leo motioned to the bike. John nodded his head “be my guest, but i’m telling you I have tried everything.” Leo grabbed some tools and started tinkering around before pulling out a spark plug and examining it. “Yep, see that? Its wet.” He showed John. “ Do you have any extra spark plugs?” He asked. “Yeah top drawer on the bench.” John motioned over to a wooden bench. Leo rifled through the drawer pulling out a new plug. He put it in and pulled the bike down kicking it to life. “Well I’ll be damned.” John shook his head. “You surprised me. Maybe I miss judged you a bit. But it still doesn’t change what you did to my daughter in the past.” 

Leo shut the bike off. “Listen Mr Hale, I know I screwed up. I hate myself everyday for what I did.” Leo started, John sat there, arms crossed allowing Leo to speak. “I was the crown prince of Cordonia, I was the heir to the thrown. My father forced me home, forcing me to leave her behind. I never want to leave her.” He paused, trying to regroup himself, his emotions getting the best of me. “ I wanted a better life for her, then court. Turns out she was destined for it anyway. I had planned on asking her to marry me.” His eyes never leaving Johns. Johns mouth flew open. “My father found me, in Paris, told me that she would be a target, a commoner wouldn’t stand a chance. He scared me into leaving her, to protect her. I was a fool and listened.”

“Your father sounds like an ass.” John grunted. Leo chuckled “yeah, he was. Somewhere along the way he changed.”  “I never expected to find love. I was destined for an arranged married of sorts, and then Aria came into my life life and set my world on fire. I thought of her every single day. Fate brought us back together, I will spend the rest of my life protecting her, loving her, and treating her like the princess she is.” John nodded. “John it means so much to Aria for us to get along. And I want that as well. I came here not only for the party but to ask two things of you. One, to ask you for your forgiveness, and two to ask for her hand in marriage.” Johns mouth flew open again. He did not expect that. 

“That took a lot of guts, to admit your mistakes. And you proved to me today that you’re more then just a spoiled royal brat.” He chuckled. “So Leo, I forgive you. And I will grant you my blessing to Marry my daughter.” Leo reached out his hand to shake John’s. “Thank you sir.” “No boy, we hug in this family.” He pulled Leo in for a hug patting him on the back. “Now Tell me how you know about fixing bikes.” 

A while later Aria, Linda and Ellie returned. Leo and John came walking into the house laughing with each other. Aria’s eyes filled with tears of joy. “Hello Love.” Leo pulled her in kissing her. “Why are you crying?” He pulls her chin up with his finger. “You were laughing with my dad?” She sniffled. “Yes love, we worked it out. Everything is fine.” She threw her hands around Leo kissing him fiercely. “Ok, ok. I just got him to like me, and now you’re trying to get me killed.” He chuckled. They spent the whole afternoon preparing for the party. Ellie and her mom really outdid their selves. The whole house was decked out in blues and pinks. Enough food and deserts to feed an army. Aria and Leo ran upstairs to change before the guest arrived. Aria sat on the bed in her underwear and bra. “Are you ok Love?” Leo knelt down in front of her, kissing her stomach. “Yes, just a little on edge I guess. I need to find a way to relax, calm my nerves.” She sighed as she ran her fingers through his dark blonde locks. A sly grin forms on his face as he slowly kisses up her thigh. “ I know a way to calm your nerves.” he breathed into her leg.

“What are you doing Rhys? I thought you said you wouldn’t have sex with me in my parents house.” She whispered. “I did, but I never said I wouldn’t lick your pussy.” The electricity coursed through her body at his words as he slid her panties down her legs. His fingers spread her folds as his soft lips found her sensitive bundle kissing it lightly. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “ I swore I would take care of you, no matter what. ” he breathed into her center. As he lightly kissed her clit. “I say relieving some tension is just what you need, wouldn’t you agree love?” He continued to kiss her center. “Mmhmm” she softly moaned as she squirmed her ass closer to him. His tongue flicked her throbbing clit, her hands grasping his hair as she pulled his mouth closer to her center. “Fuck Leo, mmmmm.” She whispered, trying hard not to scream out like she desperately wanted. “His tongue continued to swirl her clit as he pumped two fingers into her wanting center. Her legs shook as she came undone, giving into her climax. "Fuck, Leo, oooooh.” She squeaked as she fell back onto to bed, chest heaving. Leo stood wiping his face. A smile plastered on his face “Feel better?” She stood up pulling her panties up, leaning up kissing him. “Much. Now let’s go find out what were having!”

Most of the guest had arrived by the time they got down stairs. Ellie had a few games rigged up for the guest to play. As Aria walked around her parents living room she found the chart and betting table. “Ellie.” She called her over. “Are you taking bets like our babies are horses?” She questioned her best friend. “No, Ari. See its a pool. Once we find out the sex of the goldfish, everyone will place their bets. The winner will get a gift card for dinner and a movie, and the rest of the money goes to the babies. It’s a present sweetie.” Ellie explained. “Can I get in on that too?” Leo chuckled. Aria shot him a point look as she slapped his chest. “See, even their father likes it. And you know these people around here are gamblers. Why not get something for the kids out of it.” She chuckled. “Ellie.” They heard Linda call from across the room as she pointed to her wrist “oh right.”  She cleared her voice “If I can have everyone’s attention.” She stood up on a chair. “We are going to head outside now to do the reveal. You were given a paper with either an A or a B on it when you got here. All those who got an A follow Linda and grab a confetti cannon from her basket. Those who got a B, follow me and get a cannon from Maxwell.” She shouted “Maxy honey, raise your hand.” Maxwell raised his hand. The groups separated and Ellie and Linda set them all up outside by A’s and B’s. 

Aria and Leo head outside. They stood in front of the group anxiously awaiting the reveal. “Ok on the count of 3 group a will pull their cannons DO NOT pull your cannon early people. Group B will follow suit. Everyone ready?” The guest all shouted Yeah. Aria gripped Leo’s hand. Her aunt, who is a photographer, stood off to the side taking pictures. Ellie started counting down. “One…. two…. three.” Pops sounding revealing pink confetti into the sky, Baby A is a girl. A secondary wave of pops revealing blue confetti Baby B was a Boy. Leo dipped Aria back placing a long, sweet kiss on her lips. “I knew it Love. a boy and a girl.” He beamed as he lifted her up. “You were Superman. Now, they need names.” 

After receiving congratulations from their guest, most people made their way home. Aria and Leo sat out back with Liam, Drake, Maxwell and Ellie talking and joking. A blonde woman approached the group. She resembled Aria slightly, she wore a lot of make up and dressed much more provocative. She was a little taller then Aria, you could tell they were polar opposites just by looking at her. “Well well well, the princess comes home and of course they throw a party. Jeeze Aria you got fat.” The woman’s words like venom. Maxwell gasped, “did she just call little blossom fat?” He said to Ellie. “Don’t mind her maxy, shes a two bit tramp.” Ellie rolled her eyes. 

“Well, this is our Gender reveal, for the twins. Your niece and nephew, remember?” Aria gritted her teeth. “Oh, right. You went and got yourself knocked up again.” She chuckled. “Anastasia!” Aria whipped her head towards her sister. “You little bitch.” Ellie jumped up. Maxwell grabbed her hand and led her away. “Hale, you alright?” Drake asked, sensing the tension between the two. “Yeah Drake, i’m good.” Her eyes never leaving Anastasia. “Drake huh, you look rugged and manly, such strong hands.” She eyed him up and down. Drake rubbed the back of his neck nervously, silently thanking god Olivia wasn’t here, so she didn’t kill this woman.

 Her eyes shifted to Leo and Liam. “Well, you two must be brothers. You look an awful lot alike.” She walked closer. “Yes, I think us three could have a lot of fun together. ” Liam about spit his drink out. She turned to Leo placing her hand on his chest “I wonder how loud you could make me scream stud.” Aria yanked her hand off of Leo’s chest. “If you touch my man one more time, pregnant or not I will break your fucking cheap manicured fingers, do you understand me?” She was inches from her face. Anastasia stepped back “whatever, i’m out of here.” and turned to walk away. Leo grabbed her waist pulling her close to him. “Ok killer, how about we clam it down.”  “Who was that Aria?” Liam asked, still shocked by the scene that just unfolded. “That was my sister, Anastasia. We are not close.” 

The rest of guest cleared out, Liam and Drake had to pack and head to the airport. Liam had a few meetings in Italy ahead of the Italian fundraiser gala and would be heading out first thing in the morning. Olivia had matters to attend to in Lythikos, therefore could not make the reveal. She was on her way to Italy now and Drake would be meeting her so they could spend a few days alone together. Ellie and Maxwell went back to their hotel, they would be flying out with Leo and Aria in two days. 

Once settled into the room for the night Leo could sense Aria was still on edge. He pulled her down onto the bed, pulling her between his legs. His hands started working the knots in her back “you are to good for me, you know that superman?” Aria sighed. “No Love, it is you that is to good for me. But I am a selfish man, and I will never let you go.” he chuckled as she gave him a playful slap. “So, should we talk names? Got any ideas?” She asked. Leo paused for a moment,  “Noah ” he grinned. “ I love it.” she chirped.  “hmmm Noah Leo..” she said “and for a girl?” “Do you have any thoughts Love?” He wondered. “Yes actually, I like Natalie Faith.” Leo pulled his body around, placing his hands on her stomach, placing a gentile kiss.  “Then it’s settled, Noah Leo and Natalie Faith. We can’t wait to meet you. Daddy loves you.” 

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[thedrugdealersgirl]

change

Im writing this off my nut. I'm seeing two keyboards not one. But this is not a post about how I'm going to change my life around and stop doing drugs, although i am, this is a post about how quickly things in life change, sometimes good, sometimes bad. 

The worst is the bad change that you don’t seem coming. thats just my opinion though.

 For example, two years ago 24th september 2016  my life completely changed. I lost my first love and along with that i lost my home ( i lived with him for about 2 months maybe 3?) My friends who were also his friends slowly drifted away from me. I missed a week of college because i couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. i couldn't eat. I remember feeling so pathetic because i was such a strong willed independent and  i was angry that a boy had taken that from me. 

Anyway, the next big change was when i first started to smoke? it wasn't a change that i didn’t see coming but it started a chain of events that i never thought would happen. I had my first  spliff and began to get high at college and go to lessons high. This next one changed my mind, my trust and even broke my spirit a little. I took a few xannax bars at college went to some lessons, could barely walk so my mates carried me down to the train station where i was meeting this guy. my memory from their is a blur but i remember being held down and i remember crying. i should've done more i should’ve shouted...but i didn’t. anyway thats in the past, i will no longer let myself get so fucked so so fucked that i can't scream for help. fuck fuck.

I got kicked out of college because i didnt get my work done and things like that because i was always too stoned. i was standing at the train station waiting to go to my friends to sniff away my sorrows and had this split second thought of letting myself fall into this oncoming train but no i stepped back and fought back tears. Why do things like this keep happening to me? i didn’t understand at the time but now i wish i pulled my shit together stub out the spliff and actually work hard. but i didnt and i wont forgive myself for that. not ever.

Sometimes you meet people, people you know are the kind of people you will never meet again, once in a life time friends. I loved them like family i really did. i thought ‘wow Amy you've actually got friends, like real ones this time’ how sad is that lol. but honestly, Id never laughed so hard and trusted someone in my life, these people were my life, i thought they'd be in my life forever...but i should’ve known i would fuck things up sooner or later and just like that. it was my fault. but just like that, they were gone. since then everything has been so fucking awful i can't even explain i literally think that a friendship break up can hurt more than a relationship breakup. i feel lost now, floating about. dont know what to do with myself 

so lets talk about good change. Im going away for a while. I'm going to sort myself out and I'm going to be someone. Change broke me recently but now its time to pull myself together, accept what has been done cannot be undone and the past hurts, but it wont forever. ill be okay soon. Im just sad.

what I'm saying is, appreciate what you've got, your family, friends, pets. because you can loose everything in the blink of an eye. 

[geekmama]

Resolved

Chapter 3: Age of Discoveries

Within a few weeks, Mrs. Molly Holmes’ presence at Madame Celeste’s became an accepted thing by all concerned, except by her husband, of course, who knew nothing about it.

His guilty but enthralled wife went at least twice a week to the brothel, along with her adviser, of course, though that worthy was persuaded to allow Molly a great deal of time on her own through the simple expedient of flattery on the part of Madame Celeste’s housekeeper, a woman whose sense of humor and devotion to Madame allowed her to carry out this subterfuge in fine style. The adviser, Miss Pringle, would be asked humbly to give her opinion of various aspects of the house’s environment and on the health and welfare of the serving staff, which was numerous. That the housekeeper and serving staff were, to a man, laughing at her behind her back -- for the house was run like clockwork and the serving staff well cared for and very well paid -- Miss Pringle never suspected. 

It had all been arranged on Molly’s very first visit to the establishment. Madame Celeste, having been introduced and immediately realizing exactly who this young medical student was, and, more importantly, who her husband was, contrived to see Molly alone in her office, ostensibly to consult her about a chronic skin condition that manifested in a most delicate area and had baffled every doctor the woman had consulted. This was no more than the truth (“Lies can complicate things quite wretchedly, my dear Mrs. Holmes, and quite unnecessarily”), but though an examination was carried out, that was not Celeste’s goal in meeting with the wife of Sherlock Holmes. She seemed sincerely interested in what Molly had to blushingly relate about their wedding night and their subsequent weeks in Italy, and Celeste laughed when Molly told her how Sherlock had reneged on his promise to allow her to visit the brothel in disguise.

“I am not surprised in the least. Not content with wedding an unschooled virgin, once a gentleman of the higher orders has tied the knot he props his wife on a pedestal and presumes she has no more interest in sexual matters than the innocent he married. And then, when he grows dissatisfied at home, he comes to us. I’ve seen it time and again.”

Molly’s dismay was so plain on her face at this that Madame said, quickly, “No, no, my dear, that won’t happen to you! We’ll make certain of that.” And then and there, Madame began advising Molly in some of the ways in which a gentleman’s pleasure might be increased. “But you must implement any changes in your behavior with the greatest caution, since your husband was unwilling to allow you even to visit here, much less take instruction. Foolish, but there it is. He must believe these tricks and practices sprang from your own imagination. So nothing too startling at first. Later, when he grows more accustomed to your innovations, you can allow yourself to be more adventurous.”

“This is so kind of you!” exclaimed Molly, “and it makes me very proud to know that you hold Sherlock in such great esteem!”

Celeste laughed again. “You should be proud, but… well, your husband seemed an odd sort, very aloof to my girls’ blandishments, all business except on that one occasion when he came here to receive instruction on your behalf. It piqued me, cool and handsome and condescending as he was. I tell you, Mrs. Holmes, to know that he is being entirely undone several nights a week by his innocent little wife, thanks to our tutelage, will give me more satisfaction than I can easily convey.”

Molly suspected that Celeste was also pleased at the notion that the wife of Sherlock’s bosom would be deceiving him, even if it was only by a sin of omission, but after that first visit, Molly was fairly caught. The things she learned from Madame Celeste and from some of the other girls were both titillating and to the point, and as she began over the weeks to employ them in the bedroom, she could not help but notice how greatly her dear husband was affected, and how loving were his glances at all other times.

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 One afternoon in the middle of October, Molly had come alone to visit Madame Celeste and was trotting up the back stairs of the house with a vial of the precious unguent she’d discovered that actually eased Madame’s skin condition. She’d come twice before by herself for this purpose, always using the servant’s entrance, and Madame had been most grateful, though she cautioned Molly to be extremely careful that she was not observed.

“The trustees at your school wouldn’t like you coming here unaccompanied by your advisor, and your husband would likely take a dim view of such behavior as well. I don’t wish to incur his antipathy.”

But Molly had promised to be careful, and the unguent she’d brought (purchased from a Chinese doctor in Limehouse, near the Magdalene Hospital,  if Madame had but known) proved so soothing and beneficial to the woman that she actually paid Molly considerably more than its actual cost. “For I cannot imagine that your husband gives you anything more than pin money, and moreover, if you will take my advice on financial matters as you are wont to do regarding those of the bedroom, you should open your own bank account and add to it as you can, in case of a rainy day.”

Molly, whose “pin money” from Sherlock consisted of a very generous quarterly allowance, and already feeling enough guilt over deceiving him, did not elect to take this advice, though she did find a hiding place for her profits in their bedroom, a shoebox at the back of the wardrobe containing some elegant pumps that unfortunately tended to pinch and that she would likely never wear again, though they were too pretty to easily give away.

She was acquiring a nice little nest egg, thanks to Madame Celeste’s stubborn malady, and it was with happy anticipation of adding to it that she ascended the stairs, heading toward Madame’s office on the second floor. However, once she reached the first floor landing, she came upon a most disturbing sight: a lovely young woman, no more than a girl really, whose name, Molly knew, was Lucinda.

Lucinda’s face was much tear-stained, her mouth was set in a tragic line, and when she saw Molly she gasped, exclaimed, “Oh! Oh!” and burst into renewed sobs, burying her face in a large handkerchief.

“Lucinda!” Molly cried. “What is wrong? Are you unwell?” For every other time she had seen Lucinda she had been aglow with unabashed happiness, a somewhat unusual state for one of Madame Celeste’s working girls who, young as some of them were, tended to adopt a wry cynicism early on in their careers.

“No! I… Oh, ma’am… read this! ” And Lucinda handed Molly a rather damp and somewhat crushed letter.

Molly smoothed it carefully and read: 

 My Darling Lucinda,

It is with a heavy heart that I write this missive, one that contains news that I know will be difficult  for you to bear. My father has discovered our affaire du coeur . I have met with him, perforce, and he has given me to understand that he will disinherit me entirely if I continue to frequent Madame Celeste’s or any other house of ill-repute. My intention of offering you marriage he treated with the utmost contempt, telling me that I must decide for myself whether you would be willing to live with a man with no expectations and no prospects (since my poetry, though I know you hold it in high regard,  is unlikely to earn me a living wage) and whether it would be right even to offer you such a life.

I have to admit that the answer that groaned within my breast was “No.”

My heart of hearts, it grieves me more than I can say to tell you we must part, and that I pray you will quickly find happiness with some other man. I myself will doubtless live out my life as a bachelor, for I cannot conceive of any woman who could take your place in my affections, and I will not marry for position or for filthy lucre, no matter what my father says. I beg you will find it in your tender heart to forgive me, and will sometimes allow your thoughts to touch upon the hours of bliss we have experienced during this idyll, ill-fated as it has been.

I am, and ever will be, your own,

Bertram

 Molly, having read the letter, looked up at Lucinda in horror and sympathy.

Lucinda said, “My life is over!” and gave a hitching sob, her tears overflowing once more.

Molly put her arm about the girl. “Lucinda, you must not say such a thing!”

“Oh, Mrs. Holmes, you do not understand. I… I am not like the other girls here. I have only been here since August, and my Bertram was the only man I… I ever…”

“The only one to have bedded you?” Molly asked, surprised. “How is this? Were you a maiden when he first came to you?”

Lucinda nodded, and pressed the handkerchief to her trembling lips.

Molly said, “If you please, tell me how it all happened. I always thought that perhaps you were of genteel birth, and now…”

“I was,” said Lucinda. “My father is a clergyman in… in the north of England, a most God-fearing man, but… well.... My dear mother died two years ago. It was a dreadful time, and I… I cannot but believe it turned my father’s intellects somewhat, for though he had never been warm, he became far worse, almost a recluse, except on Sundays, and when parish business arose. And… well… I look a great deal as my mother did in her youth. Many of the townspeople remarked on it. My father seemed almost to resent that, and as the months passed, he kept me more and more restricted to home.  But there was one young man, the son of the local blacksmith, who would come and do work on our property, and… he had a fondness for me. One day, we were both in the orchard behind the house and he… stole a kiss. It was nothing, truly! But my father witnessed it, and he was… oh, dreadfully angry. He sent the young man away, telling him never to return. And then… oh ma’am! He... he cut a switch from one of the trees and took me in the house and… and...” Her voice trailed off and she had grown very pale, quite overcome at the memory.

“Oh, Lucinda!” Molly breathed, horrified.

But then Lucinda looked at Molly, her face set. “I ran away. I put on my best clothes, stole all the money from the poor box in the chapel where I had gone to church every Sunday of my life, and I ran away to… to the nearest town and bought a ticket for the train to London. There had been an advertisement in the Times, for work as a lady’s companion, and I was determined I should apply for the post. And I did, too… but they thought me too young, though I had turned seventeen. That was last July. I tried then to find other work in service, through an agency, but it seems it’s very difficult when one has no references -- and not much experience. We had a housekeeper at home, you see, and a girl to help her, and then there was Cook. I am afraid I didn’t learn much about domestic work or… or anything useful.” Lucinda fell into dejection at this, snuffled, and then blew her straight little nose with the damp handkerchief.

“But how did you end up here? And with Bertram?”

Lucinda smiled slightly. “I was nearly out of funds entirely -- London is so very expensive a place to live -- but then Sally Ripple befriended me.”

“Sally?” said Molly, frowning. “You mean that little dark-haired girl who seems so lively?”

“She is lively, and I still believe she has a good heart. She’s Madame’s favorite of the younger girls. She saw that I was close to despair, and at wit’s end trying to think what to do. She brought me here. Madame said she had a surfeit of servants and needed no more, but if I wished to become… well. I resisted for two weeks. And then, one night, I saw Bertram and… and fell in love. And I told Madame I would have him.”

“Did he know you were…” Molly hesitated, fascinated and appalled.

“Oh, yes. He had to pay a great deal, I believe, for… for my maidenhood. But he loved me. I know he did. From that very first time. And I saw him many times after that over these last two months. I knew he would rescue me from this life. I knew it, though the other girls… they weren’t as certain. But they did encourage me to hope. Only Madame laughed at the notion. And it seems… she was correct.” Lucinda sniffed again, and wiped her eyes.

“What will you do now?” Molly asked, quietly.

“Madame still maintains she needs no additional servants. But… I can’t. I can’t give myself to any other man. I won’t. I won’t! ”

Molly put her arm about the girl’s shoulders. “No. There must be some other way. Lucinda, will you stay here until I speak with Madame Celeste? I am here to deliver the medicinal unguent she has found so beneficial and I know she will listen to me.”

“But... what will you tell her?”

“Well… if you had the chance to become a kitchen maid in a… a somewhat strange but quite genteel home, would you leave this place?”

Lucinda stared, and breathed, “Oh, ma’am. Do you mean--”

“Wait here!” Molly commanded imperiously, eyes glinting, and an impish smile on her lips.

 *

 “Alphonse!”

Alphonse turned from the cutting board where he had been creating a mountain of perfectly julienned root vegetables which he would presently braise with butter and herbs and salt and pepper and just half a clove of garlic so as not to overwhelm the delicate flavors of the-- but here he stopped his musings to stare at the not one but two women before him. Or woman and girl. Though the stranger, the girl, was several inches taller than his mistress, and built on queenly lines, very pretty in an English Rose sort of way, and she was obviously very young -- not even of age, if Alphonse was any judge (and he was).

“Madame?” he asked, the question in his voice and disapprobation in his eye.

“Alphonse, you will forgive me for interrupting you at a crucial point in your preparations--”

“All moments are crucial,” Alphonse said in baleful tones.

“Yes, so you have given us to understand,” said Mrs. Holmes, with a somewhat humorous sidelong glance at the girl.

The girl did not notice, however, but looked upon Alphonse with awe and some trepidation, as was certainly appropriate.

But Mrs. Holmes continued, “In any case, you have been hinting for some time that you need an assistant--”

“An escuelerie.”

“Precisely. Though I do hope you will deign to teach Lucinda some of your cooking skills, if she shows the aptitude for it.”

Alphonse stared, first at Molly Holmes, then at… Lucinda. He said, “This?”

“Yes,” said Mrs. Holmes.

“This is not a boy. What will I do with a female? They do not belong in the kitchen.”

“Oh, rubbish!” exclaimed Mrs. Holmes, a stubborn glint in her eye. “Lucinda will be more than equal to any task you may set for her. Is that not so, Lucinda?”

“Oh… oh, yes, ma’am. Only… if Monsieur doesn’t want--”

“I don’t,” stated Alphonse, and prepared to turn away.

“I will give you a raise in pay,” Mrs. Holmes stated.

Alphonse considered this, as well as her determination. “How much?”

“Two pounds a month.”

“Five,” said Alphonse.

“Three and that’s my final offer. Otherwise you will accept her, with only a good grace and no increase in pay at all.”

Alphonse drew himself up and glared at the mistress of the house, but it had little effect. She had been coming into her own these last two months since her return from Italy. Her husband flitted about London in a daze of lingering bliss, and no wonder. She was a force to be reckoned with, his lovely, kind, and energetic young mistress.

Alphonse bowed slightly. “Three, then.” He looked at Lucinda and jerked his chin in the direction of the sink. “Put on an apron and get to work.”

Mrs. Holmes gave him a glowing smile in thanks.

 *

 Lucinda settled in quite happily at 221B Baker Street. Wary of Alphonse, at first, she soon grew used to his gruff ways, worked hard to please him, and began to pick up bits and pieces of culinary knowledge. There was much more to cooking than she’d ever supposed when she was growing up in quiet, conservative Yorkshire, and she found it exciting and immensely satisfying when she achieved any success -- and to receive a nod of approval from Alphonse made her quite giddy.

Mrs. Hudson and Mr. Holmes, the famous consulting detective, each gave her a nod of approval when Molly first introduced her to them (“... one of the girls I came to know through my community service -- and Alphonse has been complaining he needed help …”) but otherwise barely acknowledged her existence. Young Archie was friendlier, but was so wary of Alphonse that she rarely saw him since she spent all her time in Alphonse’s kingdom.

Or nearly all. After a week, Alphonse had allowed her to serve some of the dishes he so lovingly prepared (and it was love, he had the greatest admiration for his employers and went to great lengths to please them). And it wasn’t more than a few days later before she was delivering all of them to the table, since Alphonse preferred to lurk ominously in his particular domain.

It was this new task that finally revealed to her, and to her mistress, the true state of affairs. One morning, a Saturday, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, Mrs. Hudson, and Archie were sitting round the breakfast table, and Lucinda was carrying in a tray with a dish of kedgeree upon it, the smell of the haddock, eggs, and spices wafting up to her. Her stomach had been a little delicate lately, but now it revolted entirely. She quickly set the dish on the table and hurried from the room.

But her distress had not gone entirely unnoticed. Mrs. Holmes came looking for her, and found her in the tiny back garden, vomiting into one of the flowerbeds.

“Lucinda!” said the kind, worried voice, gently rubbing her back. “You are ill! Why didn’t you let us know? You should be abed.”

Lucinda carefully wiped her mouth with the edge of her apron and then reluctantly turned to her mistress. “No, I am not ill. Not like that. Oh, Mrs. Holmes…” Her voice trailed off in utter despair.

And Mrs. Holmes gasped, suddenly realizing what was amiss. “You are with child!” she said, almost whispering the words.

Lucinda nodded, and her eyes filled with tears.

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Taylor Swift: All Songs Meme: Part One

Masterlist of sentence starters based on all Taylor Swift songs. This post is only part one, because if I made it all one posts it would be just way too long so, specifically from the self titled album, Taylor Swift and the Target only release, Beautiful Eyes. Deluxe editions included. 

“I said that’s a lie.”

“I was right there beside him all summer long.”

“When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress.”

“Think of my head on your chest.”

“I hope you think of me.”

“September saw a month of tears and thanking god that you werent here to see me like that.”

“In a box beneath my bed is a lever that you never read”

“Its hard not to find it all a little bittersweet.”

“Looking back on all of that, its nice to believe.”

“I’m back for the first time since then.”

“Someday you’ll turn your radio on, and I hope it takes you back to that place.”

“State the obvious.”

“I didn’t get my perfect fantasy.”

“I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me.”

“So go and tell your friends that I’m obssesive and crazy.”

“I hate that stupid old pick up truck.”

“Watch me strike a match on all my wasted time.”

“Youre just another picture to burn.”

“There’s no time for tears.”

“There’d nothing stopping me from going out with all of your best friends.”

“My daddy’s gonna show you how sorry you’ll be.”

“If you’re missing me you better keep it to yourself.”

“Coming back around here would be bad for your health.”

“I fake a smile so he wont see.”

I need everything that we should be.”

“I bet she’s beautiful. Thant girl he talk about.”

“She has everything that I have to live without.”

“I cant even see anyone when he’s with me.”

“He says he’s so in love.”

“I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night.”

“He’s the only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star.”

“There he goes, so perfectly.”

“She better hold him tight, give him all her love.”

“So I’ll drive home alone.”

“I’ll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight.”

“He’s the only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart.”

“I don’t know what I want, so dont ask me.”

“Dont know what’s down this road, I’m just walking.”

“I’m alone. On my own. And that’s all I know.”

“Life goes on.”

“I’m just a girl trying to find a place in this world.”

“I’m wearing my heart in my sleeve.”

“I’m feeling lucky today.”

“Tomorrow’s just a mystery.”

“I’m just a girl on a mission.”

“You have a way of coming easily to me.”

“When you take, you take the very best of me.”

“I start a fight because I need to feel something.”

“You do what you want, because I’m not what you wanted.”

“What a shame. What a rainy ending given to a perfect day.”

“Just walk away.”

“No use defending words that you will never say.”

“You put up walls and paint them all a shade of grey. I stood there loving you and wished them all away.”

“You come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.”

“You never did give a damn.”

“I cried for you.”

“I didn’t know what I would find when I went looking for a reason.”

“I know, I didnt read between the lines.”

“I’ve got nowhere to go.”

“Nothing seems to work the first three times.”

“How can I ever try to be better if nobody ever lets me in?”

“I’ve been a lot of lonely places.”

“I’ve never been on the outside.”

“I would give it all up to be a part of this.”

“You could have helped if you had wanted to.”

“No one notices until its too late to do anything.”

“Seems the only one who doesn’t see your beauty is the face in the mirror looking back at you.”

“you walk around here thinking you’re not pretty but that’s not true.”

“Hold on baby, you’re losing it.”

“You cry but you don’t tell anyone.”

“You’re tied together with a smile but youre coming undone.”

“I guess it’s true that love was all you wanted.”

“You’re giving it away like it’s extra change.”

“It’s not his price to pay.”

“The smiles, the flowers, everything is gone.”

“Even now just looking at you feels wrong.”

“It was a moment of weakness and you said yes.”

“You shoulda said no.”

“You shoulda known that word about what you did with her would get back to me.”

“I shoulda been there in the back of your mind.”

“You shouldn’t be begging for forgiveness at my feet.”

“You can see that I’ve been crying.”

“You know all the right things to say.”

“Do you honestly expect me to believe we can ever be the same?”

“The past is the past.”

“Was she worth this?”

“I was seven and you were nine, I looked at you like the stars that shined in the sky.”

“Our daddy’s used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love.”

“Said you’d beat me up, you were bigger than me. You never did.”

“Take me back to when our world was one block wide.”

“I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried.”

“I was sixteen when suddenly I wasnt that little girl you used to see.”

“Your eyes still shined like pretty lights.”

“They never believed we’d really fall in love.”

“Take me back to the creek beds we turned up.”

“All I need is here next to me.”

“Take me back to the time we had our very first fight. Slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight.”

“You stayed outside till morning light.”

“The whole town came and our mama’s cried.”

“Take me home where we met so many years before. We can rock our babies on that very front porch.”

“I’ll be 87, you’ll be 89, I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine.”

“I was just thinking, we dont have a song.”

“Our song is the slam of screen doors, sneaking out late, tapping on your window.”

“Our song is the way you laugh.”

“Man, I didnt kiss her and I should have.”

“Everything that day had gone all wrong, I’d been trampled on.”

“I almost didn’t notice all the roses.”

“I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio, waited for something to come along.”

“I don’t think that passenger seat has ever looked this good to me.”

“He tells me about his night and I count the colors in his eyes.”

“‘He’ll never fall in love’ he swears.”

“I hope he’s wrong.”

“I don’t think it ever crossed his mind.”

“I could tell you his favorite color’s green, he loves to argue, born on the seventeenth. His sister’s beautiful, he has his father’s eyes...”

“If you asked me if I loved him, I’d lie.”

“He looks around the room and innocently overlooks the truth.’

“I’ve had him memorized for so long.”

“He see’s everything in black and white.”

“Never let nobody see him cry.”

“I don’t let nobody see me wishing he was mine.”

“My god if i could only say, ‘I’m holding every breath for you.’”

“He’d never tell you, but he can play guitar.”

“I think he can see through everything but my heart.”

“My god, he’s beautiful”

“I put on my makeup and pray for a miracle.”

“He loves to argue, and it kills me.”

“You and I were painting pictures in the sky.”

“Sometimes we don’t say a thing.”

“Everything I need is right here by my side.”

“I know everything about you.”

“I dont want to live without you.”

“I’m only up if you’re not down.”

“You drive me crazy half the time.”

“I’m only me when I’m with you.”

“Just a small town boy and girl living in a crazy world.”

“I dont try to hide my tears, my secrets, or my deepest fears.”

“Through it all nobody gets me like you do.”

“You know everything about me.”

“When I’m with anybody else, its hard to be myself.”

“She can’t see the way your eyes light up when you smile.”

She’ll never notice how you stop and stare whenever she walks by.”

“You can’t see me wanting you the way you want her.”

“You are everything to me.”

“She’s never gonna love you like I want to.”

“You just see right through me.”

“There’s a fire inside of you that can’t help but shine through.”

“She’s never gonna see the light, no matter what you do.”

“All I think about is how to make you think of me.”

“Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?”

“Why would you wanna make the very first scar?”

“Maybe I should have seen the signs.”

“I would be the one to fall.”

“I still can’t believe you would walk away.”

“They said love was complicated, but it’s something I just fell into.”

“I came out alive but I’m black and blue.”

“Wake up and smell the break up.”

“Another mess I didn’t plan.”

“I’ve got ‘I heart ?’ written on the back of my hand.”

“I’d be fine if you just walked by.”

“I can’t believe you made me sit and home and cry like a baby.”

“Now you ask about you and I? There’s no you and I.”

“I’ll bet you thought you beat me.”

“It didn’t go the way you planned.”

“Your beautiful eyes stare right into mine.”

“Sometimes I think of you late at night. I dont know why.”

“I want to be somewhere were you are.”

“My heart has never felt this way before.”

“You’re my lullaby.”

“I wanna be everything you need.”

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