#who wanted to humiliate her kids one last time by leaving them a $1

[yespumpkindoodlesthings]

I really despise when left-leaning media outlets do cruel, dumb headlines like this:

The author just hand-waves away that Tucker Carlson’s mother walked out on him and his brother when they were very young (Tucker was six, his brother was even younger). It’s been widely reported that their mom essentially left her kids with their father, she never wanted to have contact with them even as adults, and that they consider their current stepmother--that they reportedly have a good relationship with--to be their actual mom.  In all other ways, he’s a horror show, but it’s perfectly sane and normal for him to feel ambivalence about the death of a relative who is a virtual stranger, no matter how closely related they are biologically. Nothing to do with his terrible politics or awful TV persona. He doesn’t know her; his brother was right to choose going to his kids’ game over flying to France to see a dying woman who made it clear that she never wanted to be a part of their lives. And if they got some of her (inherited) money over her objections in the end, so what? She never did anything else for them. 

#argghhh #jezebel does shitty shit like this all the time #this is why I'm done with them #but this kept popping up in my newsfeed and irritating me #it's 100% typical to feel this way when relatives who ghost you die #what are you supposed to feel? #gee #I wish you'd been a less shitty mom? #helllooooo ostensibly feminist writers #you're defending a deadbeat mom #who wanted to humiliate her kids one last time by leaving them a $1

[jymwahuwu]

Last one was great!

Poor arrogant reader soon will be fired from her position as head of the Family for some fabricated case, she is now basically jobless with all her belongings and money arrested and guards are not letting her leave Penacony.

She is such a mess now, so stresssed out with her career ruined she isnt even noticing that she hadnt got her period for several months.

But who will she come for help, who will accept a mess like her at such low point of her life?🤔

Of course our angelic prick will take her in. Reader doesnt have a choice to be honest. She doesnt have money to pay for shelter, food and medical care for her condition anymore?

I also hc Penacony being really expensive place especially in terms of healthcare. And abortions are strictly prohibited.

Well, clean house, homemade meals and some other nightly services could cover those expences. Our arrogant girlie will have to humble herself a bit.

And kid being born out of wedlock? Not on Sunday's watch!

Imagine some time later her former coworkers, heads of other Families or her former subordinates witnessing reader going out for groceries or just going out for a walk with Sunday holding her hand firmly?

She does not seems like arrogant bitch anymore, her belly is swollen, clothes are modest, matching rings at couple's fingers.

so sorry for the long delay in replying!!

I've been meaning to find the time to write this... and thank you for writing it in such detail. super love the content about arrogant reader get humiliated. this is awesome 😽💗💖 sunday brings it all to you but you started it first, right?

part 1

cw: yandere, dub-con, brainwashing, mind control, housewife kink, pregnancy, inappropriate traditional concepts (language about serving husband and family)

Sunday used to always forgive your arrogance and intrigue, but that's the past.

Since you like this trick so much, Sunday brings these back to you. In this dreamy and fallen city, your reputation is completely destroyed in half an hour. (He was at the party, shaking his glass and socializing with the guests.) Some Bloodhound family guards burst into your office and led you away , in full view of everyone and a lot of chatter. They grabbed your hands and dragged you forward. (He stretched his hands into fists, put them to his lips and chuckled.) It was almost a crime of betrayal to Xipe and The Family. Listen to harsh words and sign documents. (The money ejected from the machine flies into the sky. The scale of the clock is turning.)

These days of interrogation have left you exhausted. One day, you open the door to your home with the usual verification, but there is a notice on the door that it has been sealed and frozen. That was locked and confiscated. A cold stab of fear stabbed your back. There is no way to book a hotel room or rent a new house. Your bank account is also blocked.

The final straw is the realization that you haven't had your period in months. Used the last of your credit points to take a pregnancy test. The result is a baby growing inside you. There was no doubt that it was that wing bastard's baby. A baby destined to have a halo and wings.

Your eyes were sore, and tears welled up in your eyes and flowed down your cheeks.

The eyes of birds these days are staring at you from every height, corner, and alley. Your pregnancy test results are sent to Sunday's phone. His glove patted your back gently. He whispers to you, the aura continuing to send out gentle waves, shushing you. You whimpered, pushing him away in annoyance. "Get away, you bastard!"

"I just did to you what you've always wanted to do to me. Don't make a fuss." The rising corners of the oak leader's mouth only added fuel to his raging anger at you. What happened to him? He's really terrible! You point at him and take a few steps back. "Don't fucking touch me! You hypocrite."

He frowned.

"No swearing."

"What the fuck-" Just like last time, a cheerful and harmonious arrangement of notes penetrated your mind. That ethereal and strange light appears before your eyes and captures your thoughts. You obediently followed Sunday to his mansion.

What Sunday offers you comes at a price. He provided for you, after all, didn't he? You can no longer be so arbitrary, arrogant and rude. You need to pray at the dinner table, kiss him on the cheek, and be grateful to Xipe and the nutritious food he provides you. Or have him pinch your cheeks and feed you. Now that you have no job and no money, you should have time to sweep the floor, right? Keeping the house tidy is important. He checked the dust on the vase and scanned the floor. Of course don’t forget to suck his cock and spread your legs at night. He will be very, very careful. (Sex during pregnancy is always slow. You whimper when milk is secreted from your buds.)

And witnessing that humiliation! Yes, in the past, you and he competed in the workplace, and the atmosphere was tense. Everyone knows you hate Sunday. And now other family members can see the changes in you. You held his hand tightly, intertwining your fingers with your belly swollen. Those luxurious clothes of the past have disappeared, replaced by your simple, loose skirts.

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #sunday x reader #yandere honkai star rail #honkai star rail x you #yandere hsr #yandere hsr x reader #honkai x reader

[ageingfangirl2]

A Reason To Come Back! Shanks (OPLA) Part 2

Reader is a mermaid who washed up close to death in Luffy's village and made a home for themselves. Shanks comes back and tries to convince y/n to join his crew. Shanks x Female Reader.

Part 1

Y/N

'Then join my crew!' Shanks said in a carefree manner.

That was four months ago, you didn't quite believe Shanks would go through with his promise, so you said yes.

After that first meeting, you went back to the tavern with Shanks to meet the rest of his crew, after stopping at your house to get some dry clothes. Shanks had so many questions about mermaids just like Luffy did and you tried to answer all of them. Maybe Luffy was right about him being a good guy, he gave off the vibe of someone you could trust but wouldn't want to cross.

You were nervous meeting the rest of his crew since pirates were primarily male, but they quickly put you at ease and were amazed at just how much booze you could put away, turns out that was a pro of being a mermaid. One of the newer crew tried to hit on you and it was then you revealed apparently what Shanks suspected when he heard you laugh, and that was your ability to compel. Let's just say the rest of the crew would never let the guy live down the humiliation you put him through.

Before he went to bed Shanks told Luffy of the promise he'd made to you. At first, the boy was upset that you wouldn't be joining his crew but was happy you'd both be pirates one day.

It did feel nice to let loose, laugh and have fun around others. And Shanks kept his eye on you the whole night. Maybe returning to the sea one day might just happen for you. You sketched a rough drawing of the jolly roger you'd seen during your escape, and it turned out Shanks and his crew didn't like that crew already so were all on board to help you.

During those four months, you kept yourself busy, fishing, helping around the village and keeping an eye on Luffy. You also had started putting things aside in case Shanks kept his promise and you had to join his crew which didn't seem that bad.

Today you'd just finished swimming and were returning to your house when you saw a familiar red-haired pirate sitting on your porch.

'SHANKS!' you call out.

SHANKS

I should have known y/n wouldn't be at home. They weren't in town when we arrived so I assumed they were swimming in the cove. Other than Luffy and myself no one else had been to the cove to see her mermaid form, it was her private space.

'SHANKS!' y/n calls out.

I look up to see the red-haired girl walking up the path towards me smiling and dripping wet. It was very unusual to see someone with the same hair colour as myself but y/n explained mermaids either got the colour from their mother or father or could get a mixture of both but y/n got her mother's red hair and tail.

I stand up and embrace y/n, who hugs me back. She was a lot smaller than me, but that didn't mean you should underestimate her, 'I told you I'd come back. You get younger each time I see you.'

y/n blushes at the compliment and playfully shoves me back, 'How old do you think I am Shanks?'

My face drops, this was a trap women liked to set to trip men up, 'err I don't know maybe early twenties.'

y/n grins, 'Such a charmer, we're the same age Shanks, mermaids just age slower and appear more youthful.'

I was shocked by her answer but also relieved. I said the early twenties to not sound awful when y/n could easily pass for eighteen or nineteen. At least we wouldn't have a kid on the crew with us.

'I didn't come to ask your age y/n, I came because I have something for you.'

y/n tilts their head and their eyes widen, 'what do you have for me? How's the arm by the way? Still getting used to only having one?'

Before leaving last time I'd lost my arm rescuing Luffy. I had no regrets and would do it again. It was tough but I was slowly adapting.

'Some days are harder than others but it will take time,' I reply honestly.

I reach behind me and under my cloak pull a wrapped-up piece of black fabric before handing it to y/n. y/n slowly unwraps the fabric and gasps loudly.

'You did it Shanks...this is the jolly roger I saw...thank you...' y/n stumbles over their words, tears pricking their eyes, 'what happened?'

It warmed my heart to see her get happy and emotional staring at the flag belonging to the ship that killed her family, 'they had a lot of enemies, and my crew simply pinned them against each other until they were no more. You're free to return to the sea y/n.'

y/n puts the flag down and throws themselves at me, causing me to grunt at the sudden impact but y/n wasn't that heavy so I was able to catch her as she hugged and clung onto me, 'you kept your end up so I'll keep mine, looks like I'm joining your crew Shanks.'

I laugh and put y/n down, 'Welcome to The Red Hair Pirates. I think you'll fit in nicely.'

It turned out that y/n was already packed, ready for the day to arrive. The rest of the crew and Luffy were waiting at the tavern, so we headed down there with y/n's belongings.

'I'M GOING TO MISS YOU SO MUCH Y/N!' Luffy shouts in y/n's face as soon as we enter the tavern, but y/n simply smiles and ruffles his hair not fazed by the loudness.

'I'm going to miss you more,' y/n replies and squeezes his cheek.

I clear my throat behind them and they both look up at me, 'What about me Luffy, won't you miss me?'

Luffy grins like an idiot, 'Of course, I'll miss you Shanks, you made me want to become a pirate but how many mermaids am I going to meet in my life?'

y/n sniggers, 'and since I'm now a pirate mermaid I guess you're number two in his eyes Shanks or should I say, captain.'

I roll my eyes but embrace the situation. Things were going to be a lot more interesting with y/n on the crew.

#one piece #one piece imagines #one piece fanfiction #one piece live action #OPLA #opla shanks #one piece live action imagines #one piece live action fanfiction #shanks x reader #shanks one piece #anime imagines #anime blog #anime fanfiction #shanks fluff #one piece shanks imagines #one piece shanks fanfiction #red haired shanks #akagami no shanks #shanks #red hair shanks #shanks x you

[punk4ndisorderly]

dreamboat

jack hughes x fictional character

intro | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | epilogue

part 4 -suddenly

Ava couldn't be there. She felt ridiculous, embarrassed, ashamed even, being the center of attention in this situation. Never in her life would she have thought she'd have someone fighting for her honor. Well, not really fighting, it was one punch, and Ethan was out.

Trevor and Cole ran from their room when they heard the loud thud in the living room, the stunned looks on their faces matching everyone else's.

Jack was breathing heavily through his nose, his chest puffed. No one had ever seen him that mad outside of the rink. Hell, even in the rink, he had never looked that furious.

Dylan and Mark begrudgingly helped Ethan up, taking him to the kitchen to get some ice. The rest of the boys looked on, but no one said a word.

"Next time you should think if going out with the most beautiful girl in the world is more embarrassing than going out with a black eye before you open your fucking mouth." Jack spat, right as Quinn and Luke hastily came down the stairs.

"Jack, stop talking, please." Ava begged, unshed tears in her eyes. "Don't drag this on. I feel humiliated enough as it is." she nearly whispered.

"What the hell is going on?" the eldest Hughes raised his voice, looking between the two of them before scanning the room. "Why are you dipshits hanging around?" he continued. "If you're not involved in whatever this is, I suggest you move this party to your rooms."

The young men Luke had invited to stay over left one by one, the air thick with tension over the events of the last couple of minutes. Trevor and Cole refused to follow, clearly wanting an explanation as to why their friend looked like he was milliseconds away from blowing a fuse.

Quinn turned to his brother, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Jack."

"I've dealt with it."

"I don't care." the Canucks' captain stated dryly. "Speak."

"Quinny, please." Ava intervened. "It was stupid."

His eyes softened when he turned to face the girl he took care of like a little sister.

"Yeah, okay. You're not talking, fine." he gave in. "But you're apologizing to Eddy." Quinn pointed at his sibling. "This is not how grown men deal with shit."

"I don't care." Jack shrugged. "I'm not apologizing. He should be the one apologizing."

"You can't just say shit like that and not explain yourself. That's my teammate. He's a friend. If he did something I need to know." Luke spoke up, towering over him.

"Yeah, man, I need to know if I'm kicking this kid's ass or not." Trevor prompted, raising his eyebrows.

"Forget it." he sighed, turning his back to them. "I don't want you here when I wake up." he added menacingly as he walked past the kitchen and out the sliding doors into the backyard.

"Oh you did not just leave me here to deal with this..." Ava mumbled under her breath, stalking behind him as quick as she could.

Finding him sat on the dock, his feet dipped in the water, the brunette didn't bother with small talk.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"Sorry, I just couldn't not say something if they kept on pushing." he spoke softly, still facing the large body of water.

"We'll discuss that later, I meant what the hell were you thinking when you socked Ethan? Are you insane?"

"Coop, what he said..." Jack began, turning to her.

"I've heard it thousands of times before. It's hurtful, yes, but I can get my point across with words, I always have. You can't go out punching every guy who says nasty things about me."

"As a matter of fact, I can." he stated. "Give me names."

Ava let out a chuckle, releasing some of the tension accumulated inside her. His eyes scanned her face cautiously, the moonlight illuminating it in a totally different way than the sunlight did, and he wanted to learn all about the part of her that could only be seen in it.

"I'm a big girl. Literally and figuratively. This is not your weight to take on..."

"Yes it is, Ava."

She groaned loudly, looking up at the sky.

"I don't want you to get into any trouble for me... And the thing is... I don't get it, Jack. Why are you like this? Why do you do this? Why was there steam coming out of your ears?"

"God, Coop, you cannot be serious." the Devils' player scoffed, getting up to leave.

"Jack!" the brunette huffed, raising to her full height. "What did I say?"

"Isn't it obvious by now?" he retorted.

"Clearly not! There is no reason why -"

"I love you, Ava!" Jack blurted out, holding his arms out. "That's why. I can't help it if I get protective and want to punch the shit out of men who treat you like shit! I can't help getting jealous either! It's something I have to deal with, I know. it would be a lot easier if I didn't care this much, but I do."

His longtime friend, the one he compared everyone else to, stood there, shocked. He could tell she was replaying his words in her head. Deciding if she was going to believe him or not.

"I... We're... Jack, we're never even playing in the same league. You can't just..."

"Stop bullshitting me. I know guys like Ethan legitimize this belief you have deep inside that you're inferior to any other woman because you have a different body type but trust me when I say there is no one else who has ever made me feel like you do. No one I'd rather tell my deepest, darkest fears and secrets to. No one makes me laugh like you do. No one gets me as flustered as you do and they are certainly not in any of my most unholy thoughts, looking exactly like you do. You drive me insane, Cooper. Just the way you are."

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A/N: last part!! now on to the social media epilogue 🫢 hope you enjoyed this one!!!

#jack hughes x oc #jack hughes x fictional character #jack hughes x chubby!reader #jack hughes x ava cooper #jack hughes fanfiction #dreamboat jack hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #hockey #hockey boys #quinn hughes #alex turcotte #luke hughes

[cheynovak]

Forbidden Hearts Part 2

Soldier Boy x F/Reader (Y/N)  

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Alcohol, Family trauma, abuse, smut, losing virginity,  +18

Side note: English isn’t my first language.   

Words: 7400 

 Make sure to read Part 1 of this story

*Does not follow The Boys storyline!* 

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Y/N and Ben (Soldier boy) both grew up in South Philly. Ben’s father took an interest in Y/N’s mother a few years after her father died. By the time they made their relationship public both you and Ben were young teens. As young kids you two saw each other as siblings but the more time they spend time together, the more Ben realised his feelings weren’t normal sibling love. But what happens when Y/N reaches the age where her mother wants to find a good suiter for her only daughter. 

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1941 

Ben’s father completely ignored his son after the events that happened 5years ago. In his eyes his son had taken one step too far. Being the disgrace he was, causing Y/N to send to an all-girl boarding school. According to her mother to regain her manners and learn the values of society.  

Ben’s father pretended to the outside world that Ben needed to learn the values of life by working in a factory. While in real life he cut all connections to his son, even financially, if it was up to him, Ben had to move out, considering he was an adult know.  

Y/N’s mother pleaded for him to stay, not because she cared, no, what would the society think?  

These events made Ben day drink more and more, just to cope with the humiliation. It started with sneaking liquor out of his father’s cabinet to staying at the bar with his coworkers, drinking till he had to work again.    

Only coming home to sleep once in a while but leave before anyone could see him and the state that he was in.  

-- 

Ben walked out of the bar, noticing a neat woman standing a crossed the street, holding small purse in front of her flowery dress, too drunk to realise it was Y/N, but sober enough to think this wasn’t a place for a respectable woman to wander around.  

His friend and co-corker Carlos whistled at her, which made Ben laughed, while he kept walking, almost late for his first shift.    

“Is that how you let your friends threat me, Benjamin?” You spoke in a sweet voice, Ben stopped. Carlos eyes got wide, slapping Ben on his shoulder, “you know this lady?” - “Birdy?” he whispered under his breath. Afraid to turn around.  

It had been ages since he heard your sweet voice. Part from the dreams he had when he was blacked out in his room.  

Once he did turn around, he saw his ears didn’t deceive him. “Birdy!” he walked fast towards you. Glad to see you came home. 

You noticed his physique had changed, he looked tired, skinnier but when his arms wrapped around you, you could still feel the strength in them.  

You could smell the alcohol and dirt on him, a huge contrast to the Ben you last saw. “How are you?” You ask while being overwhelmed by his hug, barley answering it. He felt your awkwardness and slightly loosened up. “I’m ok, how are you?”  

Ben looked her up and down, wondering what changed in you, you still looked the same. Part from being 5 years older. Clearly developed all the right female curves. “I am good.” you smile polite, looking at the man a crossed the street who were staring at the two of you.  

“Where have you been? I thought you’d come home after 4 years?” Ben asked, pulling your attention back to him. 

“Well, I met someone.” This clearly took Ben by surprise. “In an all-girl school?” You point to the car waiting “Frank my fiancé is the son of one of the teachers. We met during school, he is the reason I stayed a little longer.” You could see the shock on his face.  

“I wrote about him, didn’t mom tell you?” - “No, eh I haven’t seen anyone at home in a while.” You thought about those words for a second. “Work.” he added shy.  

Realising you wrote about Frank over months ago, he never not once had a family diner since then? “Well, he is coming over tonight for dinner. Why don’t you join us? Get to know him?” You asked hopeful.  

“Yeah, why not.” His answer made you smile. “I have to work now. But I’ll be there tonight.” Giving you a small peck on your cheek, which leaves you flustered. While the men on the street started to tease Ben as he rejoined them.  

Your gloved hand moved over the spot his lips just touched. You still felt the stubble of his unshaved beard lingering on your skin.  God give me strength to fight this. You heard the car horn honk, which made you move toward it while still looking back. 

That evening you and Frank sat next to each other, your mother and stepfather on each side of the table. It was late, your hope on seeing Ben were gone. The men talked about politics while your mother kept rambling on about the newest fashion in Philly, since you were gone for so long.  

Your mind drifted back to Ben, 

It has been so long since you two saw each other. Why wouldn’t he join us? Maybe he is mad I didn’t write to him.  

He must understand that the situation we got in wasn’t healthy. Maybe he took a night shift, maybe he is working. Yes, that is probably it.  

Or maybe he just didn’t want to know you anymore. No, he was glad he saw you this morning.  

Maybe he was just too drunk, he looked waisted and unhealthy. He was slim, almost skinny, looking tired like a drunk old man in a young body.  

“Benjamin! What a surprise.” Your mother’s words pulled you out of your thoughts. Turning towards Ben. “Y/N invited me, I’m sorry I’m late, I had no idea what time dinner began.” His father turned his head like he smelled something disgusting. He greeted your mom like he saw her every week. 

Your heart clenched in your chest. Ben took the time to clean up. You wanted to give him a polite hug, but he pulled you in just a little too tight. His scent filled your nose, a mixture of cologne with vanilla and tabaco... It reminded you of... home.  

One of his hands held you under your shoulders the other a little lower on her back, moving down. his fingers moved over to where the curve of your behind started, back over your hip, he kneaded softly when he pulled himself away, looking in your eyes.  

Leaving you startled, again.   

5 years... 5 years you worked to bury all the feelings you had. Was it easy no, but you were able to manage. You learned how a woman should behave. And with one touch he opened the lock.  

You thought you were strong enough to hide the past, but Ben was, no is still your forbidden fruit.  

You could see in his eyes he felt the same way. For a second the room went dark. Seeing nothing but his green eyes staring in yours, when he broke contact, he asked. “And who is this?”  

His words pulled you back. “Frank meet Benjamin, our oldest.” You mother introduced him like he was your brother. Giving you a look while the men shook hands. “ Frank is Y/N’s fiancé.” She added, making a statement. “Oh really.” He looked surprised at you, knowing very well who Frank is.  

“Benjamin, why don’t you take a seat, I’ll let Sheila bring a plate.” The man that sat in front of you looked nothing like the man you saw this morning. Frank and his father picked up the conversation, every time Frank wanted to include Ben his dad made sure he cut if off.  

Frank noticed the awkwardness between the two men. And you noticed how Ben’s manner started to slip away every time he asked Sheila to fill up his glass. “Thank you darling.” He winked at her. Ben’s eyes kept looking in your direction while you tried to avoid eye contact.  

“So.” Ben started, “Why didn’t any of you told me Y/N was engaged, or coming home?” he took yet another gulp of his glass. “Benjamin, darling you were nearly never home.” Your mother tried to hush him. Ben smirked.  

“ The only reason for me to stay was taken away from me, let’s see about 5 years ago. By you if I recall correctly." He bit towards your mother.  

“Ben!” You interfered “No no, Birdy. It is true, my dad won’t even look at me, for what... happened.” his eyes glanced over to Frank who had no idea where this drama came from.  

“Your mother never kept me up to date on your wellbeing, neither one cared where I’ve been all this time, when I came home, or if I even had a decent meal.” He looked at his father and then back at your mom. “And when I do pop up, because you visited me at work and were so polite to ask me for diner. She pretends her long lost son came home.”  

“Guess what sweetheart, you hated me from the moment you laid your eyes on me. Afraid I would soil your perfect little daughter, I was the fucking devil in disguise.” He stood up and kept rambling his frustrations towards your mother.  

“The one who ruined your perfect daughter for society. While all I did was let her live! Take her away from this fucking golden cage! I helped her breath while you were suffocating her.” He slammed his hand on the table.  

“Benjamin!” You stood up as well “That is enough!” - “Oh, not nearly!” he matched your tone. “Look at you! Pretending you're someone you're not, with a man you don’t even love.” - “How dare you! I grew up Ben, while you got drunk, I turned my life around, how about you?”  

“Oh my life did turn!” Ben walked around the table, slightly more aggressive than he meant, knocking a chair down. 

“Look at you! You look like an up-tide bitch from the exact same society we used to hate! This entire evening you, not once, gave Frank the look I know you give when you care for someone, love someone. This entire act of yours is a facade, a lie to convince yourself you are a proper young woman ready to get knocked up to fucking ruin her life!”  

He took a breath.

“Ready to play the whore of a nice aristocratic man.”  

*Smack* 

The anger inside you made your hand hit the side of his cheek. His head slightly turned away, he blinked a few times before looking back at you. “I think it’s time for you to leave.” he took in your words.  

He nodded slowly, you could see the anger in his eyes dime. “Look me in the eye and tell me you truly love him. Tell me you want nothing to do with me and I leave.”  

“You know I will never turn my back to you Ben, but the way you just acted is not ok. I asked you tonight to meet my fiancé, not to blame our parents for all that went wrong. I won’t let you ruin my relationship.” He took a step closer “That’s not an answer.” 

“That is all I can give you, Ben.” his hand moved a piece of hair out of your face. You tried so hard not to lean into his touch. His hand stayed at the back of your head. While his lips touched your hair softly. “Bye Birdy.” He whispered. 

You couldn’t hold back a deep breath while you felt his touch, your eyes were still closed when you felt his body move passed you.  

You saw the horror in your mother’s eyes before your own vision blurred with tears.  

By the time you turned around he was already gone. You decided to help Sheila in the kitchen not ready to discuss all that had happened here. But Frank needed answers. He walked in the kitchen asking Sheila to leave you two for a second.  

“Benjamin is not your brother... is he?” Frank asked while he stood behind you. Your kept looking at the dishes afraid to look him in the eye. “No, our parents married when we were teens.” - “And he was kind of the rebel of the family?” - “He had a hard time when his mother died.” 

Frank hummed. “And you fell for the bad boy?” - “No” You thought about your next words carefully. “I fell for my best friend.” turning back to Frank. “He made me smile, something I hadn’t done since my dad died.”  

You could see that Frank didn’t shame you. He listened and asked, two things that made you like him. You knew he was a good man. “I had hoped Ben had changed. Grown up.” - “It seems that he still cares for you. Thinking you’re the same girl you were when you left.” Frank stated while he pulled you in a hug.  

You couldn’t help yourself but to think that although Frank is sweet and caring, his hugs don’t have the same healing quality as Ben’s had. Your sorrow didn’t melt away like they used to years ago. Sure he was kind, sweet and caring. But was that enough for you?  

“Sweety, I knew I wasn’t your first love.” Frank pulled you back “And I won’t ask you to compare us to what you had, nor will I ask you to forget your past. But I ask you to be honest to yourself, to me.” He kissed your head.  

“And know, if you chose us, I’ll do anything to make you happy.”  

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Later that night you were laying in your old bed, in your old room thinking about all that had happened tonight. How lucky you had to be that Frank didn’t leave you after that, how much patience he had, when you heard a stumble in the hall.  

You got out of bed and walked to the grand hall, standing at the top of the stair in a silk robe that covered your night gown. Seeing Ben waisted trying to get up the stairs. He stopped walking when he noticed you looking at him. 

“I-it’s late... what are you doing up.” Ben asked you, walking back up. “You woke me.” you lied. At first you thought he would just walk past you, but he seemed to change his mind midway and turned back to you. “Where is prince charming?” - “Home.” You ignored the sarcasm in his voice. He seemed to like that answer.  

Ben moved closer walking you back against the wall. “Does that mean you two didn’t... do the deed yet?” Your eyes widened, cheeks blushing. He waited a little for an answer that never came, while his eyes roamed your body, his eyes lingered on your curves, without shame. 

“Ben...” was all you could whisper flustered unable to form a real answer. His arms locked you in between him and the wall. His lips moved to your ear. “If I had known that this would have happened to us, I wouldn’t held back that night.” He whispered with a hoars voice.  

You couldn’t hold back the shiverers breath leaving your mouth, his lips moved over your cheekbones. He didn’t kiss you, but you could feel his lips move on your skin. His head touched yours.  

He held his eye closed “I think of that night, all the time.” Ben’s hand cupped your face, making you look in his eyes. You could see the heat had darkened his eyes. “I really wanted to make you mine that night.” His lips closed in on yours. “I still want to.” he said almost soundless.  

“Ben please don’t.”  

He heard the fear in your voice. You weren’t afraid to kiss him, you weren’t scared of him. No, you were scared of yourself, of the passion you felt for him. Afraid you wouldn’t be able to hold back and throw away all you had worked for over these years.  

His eyes asked the question he didn’t spoke. “You promised me my first time would be special.” He grinned, using his own words against him. “Match point Birdy.” His lips left a soft peck on the temple of your head. “Goodnight.”  

You stood there, the heat still roaming your body. Unable to move as you watch him walking to the room next to you. You had no idea how long you stared at the closed door before you stood in front of it.  

You knocked twice before he opened the door, you immediately noticed Ben had already removed his shirt and shoes. “I can’t give you want you want you know that right?” He smiled his boyish grin, the one that made your heart fluster.  

“I’ll take what I can get.”  

Your lips crashed on to his, your body melted against him. His hands roamed your body, kneaded at the curves he admired minutes ago as he guided you into his room. The air filled with heavy breaths and soft moans.  

Your body moved on autopilot, kissing his lips, nipping his neck, finger slightly pulling and scratching the back of his head. Ben sat down on the end of the bed, he took of your robe, lifting your gown so you could straddle his thighs.  

Ben was already hard, you could feel it against your silk panties. His hands pulling and kneading on your hips and behind. The grinding feeling him against your heated core made you moan out his name and pull his head closer to your chest as your head falls back.  

“Fuck Birdy, keep moaning like that and I won’t be able to hold back.”  

He kissed your neck and moved over to the top of your breasts. His hands moved the straps. He looked for your permission before he pulled them down, admiring you. “So beautiful.” He looked flustered when he cupped them, twisting your already hardened nipples soft between his thumb and index. 

 His lips moved down, kissed just the top one breast before moving over to the other. Your eyes still closed while your fingers tugged on his hair. He took you by surprise when he took a nipple in his mouth.   

Making you grind your hips out of pleasure moaning his name again. Causing him to growl under his breath. Turning you over to lay down on the bed underneath him. “Look at you, so needy, so hot.” You could feel his hands move in between your thighs.  

You hold back his hand when he almost touched your core. Part ashamed of the wetness that had formed in between your legs, part unsure what would happen next. “Don’t worry, you’ll like it.” He kissed your lips. “It won’t hurt.”  

Your hand let’s go of his wrist, nodding slow, giving in to his touch. His fingers moved over the wet silk before they moved inside your panties. His fingers moved through your wet folds, spreading the wetness before he found the bundle of nerves and moved in circles.  

“Oh Ben...” You back arched at his touch, knees moving not knowing how to cope with the sudden pleasure. “You like it?” Oh he knew you liked it, he could see how your body acted, how he made your body act.  

You nodded rapidly while looking needy at him. “Good... don’t hold back Birdy, let me hear how much you like it.” One finger dipped down inside you. Making you grab for his biceps with an open mouth moaning.  

“Thats it.” He kissed your neck. “That’s what I need from you.” You could feel the coil in your stomach burn, making you clench around Ben’s finger. “Ben I.. I feel.” - “I know let go, it’s ok, It will feel good.” your head fell back again, Ben’s fingers started to move faster and harder until you couldn’t hold back anymore.  

The moans that came out of you sounded like prayers of joy. Ben kept working you all the way through. “Fuck you sound so good screaming my name.” He said while kissing you again after you came back to earth.  

Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him fully over your body. Not getting enough of him. “Birdy?” - “Hm?” - “Can I try one more thing?” You looked at him with questions in your eye. “I heard about it, but never tried before. It’s supposed to feel really good.”  

You looked nervous. “I guess so.” Ben’s lips moved down to your stimulated core. His hands moved your thighs open. You felt the blush on your cheeks but were unable to look away when his lips kissed your clit.  

His eyes locked your when his tongue licked a long stripe ending with a little flick at your clit. You decided to let go of your nerves and enjoy all Ben had to give you. Your body moved back in autopilot. Moaning his name, grinding against his mouth pulling on his hair.  

 Which made Ben moan under his breath, he loved to look of you. So, love drunk, in so much heat. He wished he could fuck you after this, but he knew you would want to wait for marriage. This night wouldn’t change a thing, he knew that, you gave your word to Frank to marry him.  

And you were stubborn enough to continue, even though this felt right. You and him that was what you wanted, what your bodies needed, Ben was determined to make you think of him every time Frank kissed or touched you.  

Maybe even think of him when you felt bold enough to touch yourself on a lonely night. Fuck his dick throbbed at that idea.  

The heat in you started to boil again, you now knew what was to happen and you let your orgasm wash over you, Ben tugged your hips closer to him while your legs closed around him. Trembling with pleasure. 

He wiped his face with the back of his hand before he placed himself next to you. “How was it?” he really wanted to hear her say it. “Amazing.” She answered still recovering from her orgasm. He smiled sincere when he pulled her close to him. “Good.”  

You felt his hard dick against your thigh. “Ben?” - “Yeah?” you looked up at him. “Tell me how I can make you feel good.” Ben looked at you for a second trying to process your words. “Y-you don’t need to Birdy, I enjoyed this.” 

“No really, tell me?” Ben’s face changed, he smiled soft, he turned on his back to undo his pants, before his hand moved yours down to his pulsing dick. “Take it, wrap your hand around me... and, oh like that move.” He could barely answer through the breaths that were leaving his body.   

One hand moved under his head, while the other pulled your head on to his chest while you were pumping his cock in your hand. You noticed how he hissed in pleasure when your thumb moved over his tip of when your wrist turned slightly and added more grip.  

You kissed his chest, your teeth graced his nipple while he whispered and encouraged you. “That’s it, oh fuck Y/N and I thought you were a good girl.” you look in his eyes “You like it don’t you, playing with my hard dick.” You shake your head before kissing his stomach.  

“No, I love it.” you say flirty before you lick a stripe from in between his hips to his belly button. You felt bold noticing you found his pleasures. His hand grips the back of your head, it took him everything not to push your head further down.  

His thumb moved over your lips, even though you were inexperienced you knew what the look in his eyes meant. You slowly kissed his hard dick right under your hand. You could see Ben get impatient, trying not to force you into doing something but he wants nothing more than to feel your lips wrap around his cock.  

When your tongue licked a strip from his ball to the tip, licking of the precum he couldn’t hold back and moan your name loud. Making you repeat the action. “You like that taste huh?” his voice sounded hoars. You nod in response.  

You looked at him when you felt bold enough to finally take him in your mouth. The grip on your head tightened. Bingo. His hand guided you up and down his shaft to a speed he liked. You kept working with your hand and mouth, unable to take him completely.  

You could hear him getting close by the sound of his breaths. By surprise he pulled your head back up and closer to him. His lips connected with yours while his hand moved over to yours, grabbing and pumping with you.  

Ben buried his face in the crock of your neck when you felt his hips buck up. Not long after you felt his warm seed covering your hands. He looked at you when his orgasm faded. Kissing you again with a long hard and deep kiss. “That felt amazing Y/N, thank you.” - “My pleasure.” you tease and blush. 

After you both cleaned up you grabbed your dress to put it on. “Leave that.” Ben said sitting in bed waiting for you. His elbows on his knees, he held his hand out. “I want to feel your body against me tonight.” Unbelievable how nervous that made you. After all that had just happened this made you nervous.  

But you listened and accepted his hand, which pulled you into his arms, caressing your back. “Are you tired?” - “Yeah I am.” - “Well, it’s pretty late you should get some sleep.” - “Do you need to work tomorrow?” You looked up at him. “I just lost my job.” he said embarrassed. “What?”  

“I said I couldn’t work tonight. And they fired me.” - “Because I asked you to diner?” He nodded. “Ben! You should have told me you had to work. I didn’t want you to lose your job for me!” - “It was worth it.” He grinned.  

-- 

The next morning you woke up from the sun on your face, checking the clock noticing you slept in. Which was unusual for you. The events from last night seemed like a dream. Until you felt Ben’s arm over your waist, pulling you in against his torso. “Goodmorning.” He mumbled sleepy while kissing your shoulder.  

“Fuck.” you whispered in a breath when the guilt washed over you. “Not the answer I expected.” He joked but when he saw the fear on your face, he got serious. “What’s wrong?” His hand held your cheek. “What’s wrong?” you echoed. “Last night Ben. That should have never happened.”  

“You regret it? While we both know that was inevitable.” - “No Ben, we could have ... tried harder.” - “We’ve been holding back, putting our feelings aside for years now. Years Y/N. When are you finally going to give in and be happy?” he asked while you were dressing yourself next to the bed.  

“I made a promise, I gave my word.” You took a deep sigh. “I’m getting married.” He nodded clearly hurt. “Don’t, you’re not married yet, he isn’t from Philly you never have to see him again!”  

“I can’t.” - “No, you won’t. You’ve been playing with me for years what’s one more night? Right?” His words shocked you. “Ben... that’s not true! I care for you, deeply.” - “Prove it.” You shook your head not knowing what he meant.  

Ben grabbed your hand, kneeling in bed the sheets barely covering his lap. “ Marry me.” Those words took time to sink in. “What?” - “You heard me, marry me, Birdy.” All you could do was shook your head. Not believing what he just did.  

  

“No, I can’t hurt Frank. He is a good man. I gave him my word and no matter what you think I do care for him.” Ben let go nodding while he got up his shoulder next to yours. “But you can hurt me?” He held the door open for you. “I’m sorry" you whisper to his shoulder trying to hug him, but all he did was look away, standing frozen.  

-- 

The next weeks were pure horror, Ben nearly never slept at home, he wasn’t there anymore for dinner. He was clearly ignoring you. Only tonight he joined. Both Frank and your mother noticed you being quiet. “Are you ok love?” Frank had asked countless times this week. Which you answered with a soft smile and a nod.  

During tonight's dinner your thoughts drifted away while you kept looking at him.  

Ben is right, I used him. Maybe if he had asked me to marry him years earlier. No, it’s your fault you should have stayed away from him. You promised yourself you would leave him be. He deserves more than you, you’re not what he needs.  

You are the reason he is pissed. I should have never visited him at his work. He lost everything because of me. I saw the pain in his eyes. He feels betrayed... and he is right. I hurt him. And even if I wanted to marry him, he just asked it because he knows I want to get married. He would do it for me not for himself.  

Your thoughts were interrupted by Ben’s voice. “I found a new job. Which means I'll be even less home.” For the first time tonight, he looked in your eyes. “I’m joining the army. They are looking for new recruits, something about tests and volunteers. It pays well.”  

You dropped your cutlery on your plate.  “You what?!” Your face turned to your mothers who seemed as surprised as you. For the first time in years his father spoke towards him. “The army wants you? Seems like they are in a lot of despaired to accept you. Not even man enough to stay here, when it’s getting too hot under his feet, he runs.”  

“Ben? You do now there’s a war in Europe, right? What if they ship you overseas?” - “That is the plan. And my mind is set. I’m leaving tomorrow.” He finished his drink and got up. You looked back at Frank. “I’m sorry but I have to...” - “Yeah you should go.”  

“Ben... wait up!” You ran after him, Ben had packed his bag before diner, he had taken it to leave. Halfway down the stairs he stops in front of you. “Why?” you ask with tears in your eyes. “Because of us?” - “There is no us Y/N, you made that very clear.” - “That doesn’t mean I want you gone!” - “You you you, not the entire world revolves around your nice little ass princess!”  

“Don’t be like that, please.” you hold his hands. “Please don’t go.” - “Give me one good reason.” - “I love you.” you blur out in tears. “ No, you don’t not really, you are in love with the idea of love Y/N.” -”I’m begging you Ben.” he took one step closer, his free hand moved over your face. Your tears streamed down.  

“Do you really think I would have sneaked out that night, miss my own debutant ball if I didn’t care? T-that I would have stayed with you a couple of nights ago, if I didn’t love you?” your hand grabbed his on your face. “Do you, deep down, believe I would have given in to you If I didn’t love you?”  

“Please stay, I want, no I need you.” you begged realising the mistakes you made. “Don’t make this harder than it already is Birdy.” He said before he kissed the top of your head.  

Without caring for anything in the world you pulled him closer by the back of his neck. Your lips crashed onto his, while you stood on your toes. Both your hands holding his head, afraid to let go. His empty hand on your back, when you stood back on your heels, he followed not breaking the kiss. It felt sloppy and rushed, despaired.  

When you do let go of him your eyes stayed closed “Please” But once again you feel him walking past you. When you opened your eyes, you saw Frank standing in the door.

You knew the next conversation was going to be hard. But to your surprise he gave you time to think. 

You tried to give it time, but half a year later you decided Frank wasn’t the one for you. And even though you tried to contact Ben. For some reason you could get to him. He didn’t respond to your letters.  

So, you made a choice of your own, you went back to study and became a nurse via internships. ‘Thanks’ to the war they wanted more medical support and made it easier to study while practising.

When in 1942 they assembled medical staff to volunteer to work on secret case (superhero affairs) you agreed. Dr. Frederick Vought liked your attitude and extra effort you pulled over the years you worked there. That he wanted you as his assistant.  

He asked you to take a couple of tests from the soldiers. Eager as you were you agreed and walk in the room where all the soldiers we’re waiting on their bed bunks, shirtless. Your work outfit made a few men hungry. You heard some whistling, nothing you weren’t used to already. “All right gentlemen. Keep your enthusiasm for the battlefield alright?” you joked.  

You made your way down the room. Taking test writing down the results, routine without paying much attention to the men. Until you were at the next to last bed. “Never thought to see you here... Birdy.”  

That voice made you look up right in the familiar green eyes. “Ben...” You didn’t know what to say. Afraid to say something wrong. “Couldn’t stay away, did you?” He joked. And to his surprise you smile like an idiot. The reaction from the other solders made you blush and realise you were staring at him.  

“I need to finish these tests...” he nodded and looked over his friend to shut up. “All done.” you add after a few minutes. “Hey.” he grabbed your wrist. “The boys are having a little party tonight. Why don’t you come?”  

“I- I don’t know, dr. Vought makes me work pretty late.” He looked like he understood. “Just, if you have time, I would love to catch up.” You answered with a soft smile.” I’ll see what I can do.” - “Great” 

-- 

That night you caught yourself finishing up earlier, being rushed. You really wanted to see Ben. You even took your time to fix your make up and dress up a little. When you walked out of the compound you could hear the music coming from the bar.  

Your eyes scanned the room noticing Ben flirting with a girl at the bar, but the second his eyes met your he completely ignored her and walked over to you. The army green outfit matched his skin tone and eyes perfectly. The year of training clearly made him bulk up.  

“There she is.” He said really loud while he hugged and spinning you around. “Come on let me introduce you to my palls.” He took you by your hand and walked you to the back of the bar where his friends sat with a couple of local girls. 

“Ben who is this?” One of the girls asked. “Guys meet Y/N. An, eh old friend.” He said not knowing how to introduce you. The women were clearly not entertained by your presence. But Ben could care less. You felt uncomfortable sitting between all these people while the girl from the bar sat on Ben’s knee.  

Which made Ben look over at you while he guided her of him, but you dodged his look, by taking a sip of the beer they ordered for you and look around. One or two men talked to you, asked you where you worked or how you knew Ben.

But mostly you just felt out of your place. After an hour of two you decided to go back to your room.  

“Let me walk you.” Ben got up and placed a hand on the small of your back.  

Once again, the men howled. “Oooh Benny boy, make sure you give the lady a nice time, will ya?” - “Maybe a real man should take her... home.” You knew the soldiers reacted to women like this, but you really didn’t like these comments when you weren’t working.  

Once outside you turn to Ben. “You really don’t have to, you know that right?” He clearly didn’t expect that comment. “I want to, we haven’t had the chance to talk yet.” The silence was uncomfortable. So you decided to small talk.  

“Was that your girl back there?” - “Eh, no, Steffy is just a girl who like hanging around soldiers. A regular at the bar.” - ‘Hm’ you nodded. “H-how is Frank? - “Eh, I have no idea.” You glance at the ground. “We broke up over a year ago.” - “So you never...” - ”Never married, no.” you finished his sentence.  

“I’m sorry to hear.” - “Well, Frank is great, and he deserves the best. Which wasn’t me.” 

“What barrack are you staying in?” - “The 4th in the south corner.” - “ Hm, pretty close then.” You said no idea what you talk about. “Yeah.”

Silence again until you were at the main building on the campus.  

“You want to come in?” - “I really shouldn’t.” he saw the disappointment in your eyes. “Unless you want to talk some more?” - “I kind of want to, yes.” You felt the blush on your cheeks burn. “So you work for dr. Vought.” He said while looking around in your small yet more luxurious room. “Yes, It’s a really good job.”  

“You know I volunteered for the experiment with the new drug.” He said still looking around. “Compound V?” - “Yeah, that one.” he now looked at her. “It’s almost on point, so you will have your shot pretty soon.” He took a step closer.  

“I’ve heard that it wasn’t successful up until this point.” - “Can I be honest Ben... It killed people before.” He took in your words. “Well, there is a nurse who I trust with my life.” -”I’m not joking Ben.” He walked you against the door. “Neither am I.”  

His knee pushed in between your legs. Your hand instinctively pushed against his chest, feeling it raising and falling with every steady yet deep breath he took. You looked up at him with these doe eyes.  

“After all these years you still look so innocent.” he whispered before you felt his lips touch yours. You felt his hands holding thight on your side. “I missed you, Birdy.” His lips brush against yours again. “Not a day gone by I didn’t think of you...” You let out a shivering breath, almost whining.  

“Fuck... not a night I didn’t dream of you.” He looked down at your body. You couldn’t hold back any longer and forced his face to look at you. Your lips melted with his. Your hands pulled him closer, you wanted to feel his body on you. 

Your kisses were hungry. Hands roaming each other's body. Clothes peeled off without hesitation. Ben dropped you on the bed underneath him. Heavy breaths became soft moans that disappeared in the hot air surround you.  

His lips moved to your neck where he nipped and licked at the one spot, he knew would make you squirm underneath him. You felt the bulge in his underwear against your thigh. While his hands worked his way down on your body, you cupped his dick, rubbing soft. This made him thrust in your hand.  

“Fuck Y/N, so needy.”  - “Promise me one thing Ben.” His brow lifted. You grinned, “ You don’t hold back tonight.” You kissed his neck. “I want all of you. I need to feel you inside me.” You whispered against his ear before sucking soft on it.  

His hand moved up your leg, pushing your dress up a bit, bending one knee, he softly kissed your calf moving up to your thigh. Your back arches while your nails scratched through his hair.  

Ben moved your dress even more up. Seeing your laced panties were damped. You knew how wet you already were, which made your cheeks turned red. “Can I taste you?” He asked licking his lips.   

You nodded rapidly, “Words Y/N.” He said while placing his hand over your clothed core feeling the warmth of his big hands. “Yes.” you whined softy. Ben moved you panties aside with a finger and started to lick your folds apart.  

“Hmm, so sweet.” He hummed against your core when he tastes you. His tongue flat against your slit, stroking up and down. Your moans make him even harder , he noticed you moving looking for more friction.  

“So needy sweetheart?” He asked while taking your panties off. Ben moves his mouth over your clit while teasing you with his fingers against your wet hole. “Ben...” you moan. “Yes Birdy, talk to me. Tell me what you want.”   

“More, I need to feel more of you.” You ask whining.   

Ben entered a finger deep inside without warning, he felt you tightening around him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Moving and curling his finger until he found that one soft spot inside.  You moaned his name like a prayer when he touched it, adding another finger.  

“Oh Ben, don’t stop, please, oh please don’t stop!!” You scream your hands pulling him closer to your clit. He hums and licks until you came down from your high. Ben cleaned his lips with the back of his hand looking at you lay there with your arm over your eyes.  

Once you opened your eyes you see him still sitting between your legs, eager, wanted to take you, fill you up but waiting for your answer. “Fuck come here.” you said pulling him in top of you. Wrapping your legs around his hips. Ben took his underwear and the rest of your clothes off.  

"Ready.” - “Yes.” His lips found your when he pushed inside. Even though you were soaking wet, you still felt a sting when he pushed further and further. For a second you thought he wouldn’t fit.  

But when you heard the growl underneath his breath you knew he bottomed out. Making you feel so full unable to move. Ben noticed your discomfort. “You want to stop?”  

“No, no just give me a second.” Ben moved barely, but the little thrust he made, made you cling on to his shoulders. He repeated that action until he heard the little hisses turn into moans. “That’s it. You’re taking me so well.” He encouraged while kissing you.  

His thrust became harder and faster, making you feel oh so good. Making you buck up against him. “Oh fuck... you really like me deep inside you, don’t you doll. Let’s see how deep we can go.” He pulled your legs over his shoulders.  

Giving him an angle which you felt him even better. Your head felt back while you sing his name in prayers. “Ben... don’t stop!” His breath deepened with moans and growls. “Fuck so tight. Don’t know how much longer I can hold.”  

In a flash both of you came hard, Ben dropped your legs while you pulled him on top of you. Wrapping your hand in his hair and the other scratching his back.  

Ben kissed your breasts before placing his head on top of them, you caressed his back, drawing patterns on his back. “That felt really good.” You smiled at his confession. “I don’t get why I waited so long.” you admitted.  

Your grip tightened. “Will you stay tonight?” - “I’m not leaving you anymore.”

His lips found your skin one last time before he fell asleep.  

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Grieving Apologies 2

Tsu'tey x avatar reader

Warnings: illness (nothing serious), crying, reference to death, Neytiri gets mad at Tsu’tey, mentions of blood and near death, use of “y/n”, this kinda long I may have gotten carried away

Description: A visit to Ronal reveals you have the option to leave your mate. But late night memories make it hard for you to choose.

REVISIONS IN PROGRESS!!!:

This series is currently being rewritten to improve its quality and overall plot, please keep that in mind as you read.

Notes: I was not expecting the first part to do so well, thank you so much you guys. I might make this a small series, if so the name might change for each new part. Also, I had someone ask me to tag them in this, so if you want to be added to a tag list just ask or comment it. There will be a new section in my rules for that.

Part 1 | part 2 (you're here) | Part 3 | Part 4

It had been three days since the incident with Tsu’tey, since your public breakdown. You were humiliated after returning back with Tsu’tey, making a bee line for your marui. 

Most of the people who had been witness to it either didn’t say anything or they asked if you were okay. You appreciated the concern, but also just wanted people to forget.

You and Tsu’tey hadn’t talked either, at least not a real conversation. The closest thing you had was when he told you to get on his ikran so you could head back to the village, aside from that you had not said a word to each other. 

Neytiri had caught wind of what had happened, and when you returned she was by your side. You felt like shit, making the whole village bare witness to your issues with your mate, being checked up on by a woman who just lost her son when she should be the one being check up on, and then there was-

“Drink” Neytiri handed you a cup of tea meant to soothe your cough. The morning you and Tsu’tey returned you began feeling under the weather, you had assumed it was just still your mind but then you started coughing.

Neytiri told you everyday to go see Ronal so she could help you, you would always just roll over in bed saying you would the next day.

You finished your tea, but your coughing remained. Neytiri put a hand to your forehead, but felt no abnormal warmth.

“Neytiri, you should go back to your Jake and the kids-” “-don’t” Neytiri cut you off, she almost looked offended. “You are just as much family as they are” she stated, you sighed.

“I don’t think I will be for much-” you were cut off again, this time by the heavy footsteps of Tsu’tey. You looked away from him, your outburst had affected him too, some of the villagers had gone up to him asking what happened, you felt like shit because of it.

Neither of you even look at eachother, Neytiri got up and smacked him on the shoulder, he turned his head calmly to her. 

“Your mate is sick, they need you here! Where have you been?!” She asked the last part through gritted teeth

“Hunting” was all he said before turning to the side of the room his stuff was on, “hunting?” Neytiri questioned, as if she was hearing him wrong. “Your mate is sick, and you are out hunting?!” She was pissed “have you no shame?!”.

Tsu’tey stopped what he was doing after that, he opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but closed it and walked right back out of the marui. 

“You are acting like a child!” Neytiri yelled, she looked at you and pulled you up to your feet. You looked at her, confused “where are we going?” You questioned as she pulled you along.

Neytiri didn’t answer you, and soon you were standing outside the marui Ronal makes medicine in. “No, ‘Tiri, I’m fine-” before you could finished your sentence you were shoved inside.

Ronal looked up, and motioned you to come in. Neytiri was not far behind, you greeted Ronal with a small nod. “Come, sit” was all she said before taking things off shelves, you did as she said. “Neytiri says you are ill” it was more of a statement than a question, “it’s only a cough” you tried to deflect. You could’ve swore you heard the equivalent of a scoff from her, you decided it might be better to just be quiet and let her treat you.

Rushed footsteps could be heard, the source of them being Tsireya who had just run around the corner. She was panting, and looked like she had been in the water recently as her hair was wet, “you’re late” Ronal seethed. Tsireya’s ears went back, “sorry, mother, I lost track of time”

Ronal handed her daughter a strip of cloth “tie up their hair” she said motioning to you, you would’ve protested but that hadn’t ended well last time. Tsireya kneeled behind you and pulled your hair back, Ronal kneeled beside you and started putting some sort of petroleum-jelly-like substance on your chest. Ronal also handed you a small jar “put this on at night and the cough should be gone in three days” she also lit something that looked like incense. Ronal made me stay while she prayed to Eywa for a fast recovery, after that you sat in silence.

“It’s not uncommon for people to feel ill when they feel disconnected from their mates” Tsireya whispered to you, “quite Tsiereya!” Ronal scolded the young girl. “No!” you yelled, to Ronal, part of you was shocked you had the gull to yell at Ronal “I want to hear what she has to say” you added. Tsireya looked to her mother for approval, Ronal sighed but nodded.

Tsireya got up and kneeled in front of you “it is not uncommon for people to say that their mates… change, over time” the girl explained, your brows knitted together. “Change?” You question, “did you not say yourself that your mate's attitude has changed towards you?” she added. You sighed “you heard me?” “Tonowari did” Ronal spoke up, putting things back in their place on the shelf.

Ronal turned to you “he talked to us about it, because those wanting to leave their mates are often worried they cannot, not without dishonoring Eywa” she looked at you with what could only be described as pity “but, you can” Tsireya put a hand to your shoulder “it is more complicated if you have children, but since you have none-” “-enough from you gir!” Ronal snapped “leave!” Tsireya got up to leave. 

“She’s right” both Ronal and her daughter looked at you as you spoke, you looked up at them, eyes full of tears. “Maybe it is best, maybe…” You turn to Neytiri, hoping she would tell you that you and Tsu’tey still had a chance, but she looked at you and nodded. You sighed “...maybe it’s too late for us to try again” you put your head in your hand and cried, Tsireya hugged.

“I’m sorry” she cried “I’m so sorry” Ronal put a hand on her daughters shoulder and gently guided her out, and covered the entrance with the cloth above it. She turned back to you, kneeling in front of you she put a hand to your shoulder. “Take your time, and come see me with Tsu’tey when you’re ready”, Neytiri helped you up and out the door.

The walk home was silent, she guided you to your bed. Making sure you had the gel on your chest still, then she left, you laid there unable to sleep despite the fact it was dark. You cried and closed your eyes, desperate for a reason to stay with the man you had loved since you had come to pandora.

*and past memories came flooding back to you*

After the war you remember running through the hordes of injured na'vi, desperately looking for one in particular. You had tears in your eyes, turning some Na’vi over and finding them dead. You dropped to your knees letting go of your bow “Tsu’tey!” You called out, desperately wanting to hear his voice. You heard a yell, and ran over to that source of the sound. Finding your love with bullet holes littering his body and blood all around him, “no!” You screamed, you pressed the communicator on your neck “Jake, ‘Tiri, someone please help!” You cried. 

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?” Jake had thought you were gone after seeing your ikran go down, you cried “it’s Tsu’tey, he needs help!” You screamed. Jake immediately got on his ikran with Neytiri “we’re on our way, just hold on!”, you nodded and gently placed Tsu’tey’s head in your lap. You pressed on the bullet wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. He coughed up some blood and tried to reach up to you, you took his hand in yours. “Hold on, tiyawn, Jake and ‘Tiri are on their way” you let go of his hand to brush some hair out of his face. 

He began closing his eyes and you shook your head “no, no, no, stay with me!” you sobbed, shaking him lightly. You heard Jake and Neytiri land behind you, you had started doing compressions on his chest.

"please, please don’t take him from me!” You cried, Neytiri pulled you off him so Jake could carry him to his ikran. You sobbed loudly as Neytiri cried with you “please Great Mother, don’t take him, I’ll do anything!” Jake threw you over his shoulder and put you on the Ikran, Neytiri held onto Tsu’tey as you flew back to camp.

Neytiri ran to her mother carrying Tsu’tey “please help him!” She begged, they carried him to the tent. You cried, you had seen so many enter that same tent but few left still living, despite Mo'at's best ability. Jake hugged you, apologizing feeling this was all his fault.

Neytiri came out motioning you to come inside, you ran in and saw Tsu’tey coughing up more blood. Most of his chest was covered with blood, it looked like he had already died and come back as a vengeful corpse. Neytiri grabbed your hand and put them on his chest while she and her mother ran trying to collect what they needed to save this life.

Tsu’tey brought his hand up to hold yours again, trying to say your name. You shook your head “don’t talk, you don’t need to talk” you held his hand tight “fight, ‘Tey, fight for me” you brought his hand up to kiss his knuckles. Mo’at began rubbing a salve on his wounds, and you pulled away so Neytiri could wrap them. Tsu’tey chanted your name out “I’m here, baby, I’m right here” Mo’at began praying over him. Neytiri pulled you back over to Tsu'tey when she was done.

He grabbed onto your wrists acting as if he let you go again you would vanish. You looked in this eyes, which didn’t leave yours. Mo’at finished her prayer, “we have done all we can” she stated “it lies in Eywa’s hands”

Neytiri and Mo’at left to give you space, you rested your head on his chest. Half your face had some of his blood on it, but you didn’t care. All that mattered to you was hearing his heartbeat. The thumping of his heart was a relief every time you heard it, more beautiful than any song or poem. You fell asleep like that, never wanting to leave his side again

*you reopen your eyes*

And saw the man you begged Eywa to save standing with his back turned, tending to the fire. There was some kind of meat cooking above it, and he took some. When you noticed him begin to turn and closed your eyes again, there was a brief silence. Then you heard him sigh, you felt him kiss your shoulder, then rest his forehead on yours. 

You wanted to open your eyes and return his affection, but the moment the thought entered your head he pulled away. After a moment he shook you and your eyes snapped open, he said nothing to you, but there was food. 

By the time you sat up he was gone.

Taglist: @arschbohrer

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#tsu’tey x reader #tsu'tey x reader angst #avatar x reader angst #avatar x reader #avatar tsu'tey #fanfiction #avatar angst

[evostar]

I just imagine something cute!

You know that family tree in the kitchen? What if Dolores has the same thing in her room but with Mariano and her kids?

Bisabuela Rosa at the top of the tree. Mariano + Dolores in the middle. And the children start from youngest to oldest, Starting with Diego to Victorio.

Also, here's a few picrews you can use to design the kids (if you'd like) -

Bighead kid picrew

Pixel friend

Makowka character maker

And some from books + movie

AAA THAT IS ADORABLEEEEE!! I will definitely make one after I have the design for every kid!!

New kids unlocked!!! And lore 💪

Okay firstly the tree kids, the one in the front, frisco segundo madrigal and her brother, vicenta segundo madrigal (decided to make them siblings since they look alike to be siblings 👍) their sister (who was their step sister in their past family) Patricia ortuno madrigal!! They lived in a not so great household, often having to take care of themselves since their parents didn’t care, they didn’t get parental love neither did they get cared for good, their parents ended up in jail from some fight and since then Dolores took care of them!! (She basically did before but now they live with her) all of them are 5 year olds!

The two girls wanted their hair to be like Dolores!! Also some earrings :D and Camilo showed vicenta some outfits he might like, which he loved!!

Onto the nexttt, the ginger head is rafaela lazcano madrigal!! He is an orphan, he was in a lot of foster homes, some great and some awful, in the end he got adopted by Dolores since his past foster family was not so great and he also hated hopping into a new foster home every few weeks. He is 7 year old!!

Esmerelda Jerez madrigal!! She did have a parent who cared (her father) who then later on left, her mother didn’t like her since birth since she claimed that esmerelda wasnt her child. Esmerelda actually came from an other town!! Since her mother had left her in this town alone and then left without her. Ofc, Dolores who heard all of this immediately went to her, and now she lives with Dolores :D she is 8 years old!!

Leandra henriquez madrigal! Was the neighbor from Mariano, his parents always left him alone at home, leaving leandra with no food, no money, no nothing. Mariano noticed it and started to take care of him, later on Dolores joined too. He firstly was hesitating (he struggles a lot with anondment issue like Esmerelda) but then he opened up, they took care of him till they fully took him in! (His parents never came home after one night.) He looks up to Mariano a lot and hopes to become a lot like him. He also is 8 years old!

Camilo trying to make fun of Camilo but it just ended up being humiliating for him!! (He couldn’t rafeala for more than 3 seconds) leandra is getting impressed by how strong he is and Esmeralda is admiring mirabels sewing skills!!

The last one is the two siblings, Bronco and Almira socarras madrigal!! (Decided to switch the names with ages) Bronco, who is a curious 3 year old, and his baby sister almira. The 1 year old almira takes a lot from his brother, their curiousy takes Dolores a whole level away!! Their parents didn’t care much about them, mostly letting them outside in the garden not knowing the danger (Dolores had to save them multiple times,) and only doing stuff with them when it comes over to fame. (They care a lot about how people judge them.) In the end, the house was in a fire, dolores safely secured them before any real harm happened. Luckily it was just some scars but it was still very traumatic for them.

Bronco loves candy, but Dolores doesn’t let him eat that much since he’s got a small stomach which gets bad fastly but his Abuela makes sure he gets some daily ;)

Almira loves admiring and touching faces (mostly Dolores’s and isabela’s :D) she’s very curious!!

Thanks a lot for the suggestions!!🩵

#encanto #dolores madrigal #encanto fanart #la madre silenciosa au #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #mariano guzman #encanto au #Encanto village #someone help them #they’re just babies ☹️

[carolmunson]

bad blood (part two) (stella's version)

(ROCKSTAR!EDDIE X ACTRESS!READER) (@ROLLERGIRLWORLD ’S BOXER!STEVE AND LIBRARIAN!READER CROSSOVER) (18+) READ FROM LIBRARIAN!READER’S PERSPECTIVE HERE (PT. 1) and HERE (PT. 2)

WARNINGS AND SUCH FOR PARTS ONE AND TWO: SMUT IMPLICATIONS/ALMOST SMUT, FINGERING/TEASING, NAME CALLING, DRUG MENTION, SWEARING, BLOOD MENTION, INTENSE TOXIC BEHAVIOR FROM A ONE STEVE HARRINGTON, ANGST, CRYING, SOME KISSING, NOT REALLY ‘IGNORING’ PER SE – BUT FEELING IGNORED BY PARTNER, MENTIONS OF VEINS, ANGST ON ANGST, ADDICTION MENTION, DRUG USE MENTION, MENTIONS OF CHEATING AND BAD BEHAVIOR, FIGHTING, SWEARING, MILD VIOLENCE, BLOOD MENTION

“Wh-what?” you ask, your body is hot and for the first time in your whole life, you wish nobody would look at you while you stand there in the ring. Tears fill your eyes, blurring your vision, but you blink them away in a flinch as Steve throws the mitts angrily to the ground.  “Fuck this!” he roars, jumping out of the ring stomping angrily on the concrete floor – but you’re not done here. Anger starts bubbling in your chest at the sight of his angry face, at Libby scurrying away from him. 

“No, what the hell are you talking about, Harrington?” you shout, hopping down from the ring yourself and stomping after him. You both shared the same posture – angry and huffing, like two lions ready to fight over a lone, unclaimed carcass. 

“No, what the hell are you talking about, Harrington?” you shout, hopping down from the ring yourself and stomping after him. You both shared the same posture – angry and huffing, like two lions ready to fight over a lone, unclaimed carcass. 

“I’m talking about your fuckin’ boyfriend puttin’ his hands all over my girl." 

Before you can think about it, Eddie is next to you his hands up and wild to redirect the conversation, "No —hey! Hey, that is not what happened.”

You step slightly ahead, seeing Steve’s face. He looks menacing, terrifying, like at any minute he’ll slip and take Eddie out. Libby is lingering close by, her shocked expression matching your own. 

“No? Then tell me how it fuckin’ happened, Munson,” you wince at Steve’s tone, it feels like he’s yelling at all of you – trying to find out who took the last cookies from the jar. Eddie shrinks at the demand and you feel his hand touch yours – but the feeling makes you sick. ‘Your fuckin’ boyfriend puttin’ his hands all over my girl.’ So that was why? But that’s impossible. When could that have even happened? 

"I—baby, listen, I—” his voice is desperate and pleading, it sounds too familiar. He turns toward you, shoulders hunched and defeated – a little kid who doesn’t want to tell the truth. His eyes are pouring guilt – the same look he gave you in the living room when he got caught using for the last time. Something in you snaps – 

“Tell me what the fuck is going on right now, Ed,” you shrill, your heart felt like it was going to rip out of your chest, your hands balling into fists. You’d never felt more humiliated in your life. 

“Okay! Okay, okay, I—I saw Libby at a club back in March,” you can hear him about to break, his voice shaking with his shoulders. His brown eyes can’t meet yours, opting to stare at your collarbones instead, “And – and we – we kissed.” 

– we kissed.

– we kissed.

– we kissed.

You feel the color drain from your face and it feels like someone plunged you into cold water. You aren’t sure how it starts or where it comes from, but the SMACK! cracks along the vaulted ceilings of the gym before you register that your open palm collided with his face – wrapped hand and all. Eddie’s head turns sharply to the right at the impact, pink blooming on his cheek. He shuts his eyes to collect himself – taking a sharp deep breath through his nose. You see his hands twitch before crossing his arms tightly to keep himself contained.  “I deserve that,” he mutters quietly. If there is anything true about Eddie, it’s that bitch slapping him is the best way to get him kicked out of a bar – his opponent often leaving with a broken nose. It’s quiet for a moment while your hand drops back down to hip, breaths heaving out of you while you turn your attention to Libby.

“What’d I fuckin’ tell you?” Steve asks with a raised brow, his chest still heaving. You swear you see him smirk when he asks – like this was his plan all along. To see how much he could humiliate you, how embarrassed he could make you feel. How shredded he could get your relationship to make up for the shortcomings in his own. 

“Oh, fuck off, Harrington! You’re the reason she was out that night, don’t act like you’re fucking innocent. Drinking herself silly because she said you almost hit her,” Eddie’s voice has a new vigor, he’s angry and hulking – his sweater looking too tight on him. It hits you how close they are, Eddie’s fists twitching by his sides now, the vein in his neck pressing against his skin. 

The weight of Eddie’s words sinks in and you whip your head at Steve, ready to pounce on him, “Wait, what? What the f–” 

"—no! No, I said I thought he was gonna hit me,” Libby’s voice finally joins the conversation, and of course it’s to defend Steve. Your blood boils, you want to fucking shake her and not even because she kissed your boyfriend – you’re so tired of watching her come to Steve’s defense. 

Eddie takes the words right out of your mouth, "That’s not any fuckin’ better!”

“Hey! Don’t swear at my fucking girlfriend, dick!” You jump at Steve’s roar, still vibrating with rage at all of this happening when you were supposed to be training. Tim was definitely going to recast you now.

“Oh, that’s right. You’re the only one allowed to treat her like shit,” Eddie doesn’t hold back, reaching out and shoving Steve hard in the shoulder with one hand, sending him stumbling backwards. It would be hot if it was any other day, but this wasn’t the time and definitely not the person to mess with – a certified killing machine. 

“Ed! Enough,” you call out, but Steve’s dead eyes ignite with rage and he lunges forward. The boys are nose to nose, huffing and snarling at each other like wolves. Libby pitifully reaches for him, grabbing at his arm but it’s Big getting between them that gets them to slightly separate. You’re mortified, you can’t imagine being more embarrassed than you are right now. This wasn’t supposed to go this way. 

“Whoa, whoa, guys – how ‘bout we all take a breath?” Big’s voice would normally cool Eddie out, but he’s foaming at the mouth, reaching over Big’s massive shoulder to get another lick at Steve. "Fuck you, Harrington! All you ever do is fuck shit up!” Eddie yells, his voice sounds foreign, void of the normal light cadence he normally has – even when he was high. This was his withdrawal yell, his ‘I need to use now’ gruffness. Eddie was more than angry, he was scared, he was enraged. You’re stuck, unable to move – frozen from the embarrassment, the realization that the man you’re supposed to marry kissed someone you considered a friend. From your future husband raising his hands to a man who could kill him with a curated punch to the throat, from all the abuse Steve hurled at you and kept hurling at you. From Libby standing there, just as equally horrified and embarrassed as you are.

"—oh, I’ve been dying to fuck your shit up, Munson—”

Big is waltzing with them, keeping his arms up to separate their bodies while they keep trying to find each other. You almost want to shove Big out of the way so you can watch them fight – maybe it would be cathartic to see some blood on the floor.

“—your own girlfriend is terrified of you, and for good fucking reason. You’re a loose fucking cannon, Harrington, one day away from snapping—” Oh Ed, just shut up, you think to yourself. You don’t want to take him back to the hotel in an ambulance. Steve’s gruff voice shakes you when it calls over Big’s shoulder.

“—how those veins holdin’ up, Munson? Huh? You got any left, or are they all shot to death?” Your heart shatters when you see Eddie falter at the words – that wasn’t fair. He was really trying, and recovery was kicking his ass.  

“One day away from snapping? How ‘bout one bag of smack away from OD-ing.” ‘Just took two, just took two.’ ‘I’m not gonna use that shit again, baby.’ 

‘Stell you gotta call the hospital, he’s not wakin’ up.’ ‘Tour was gettin’ hard, baby – please don’t leave, don’t leave me.’ 

Flashes of Eddie’s slumped over body on the couch, outside of the club, covered in vomit on the bathroom floor play through your head. You don’t even realize that you’re crying until Simone’s smooth voice calls over the group, her trench swishing with her. She tosses her braids over her shoulder and claps her hands together, a bright smile shining against her coffee lipstick stained lips.

“O-kay! Before someone says something they regret, I think we should get some NDAs printed up, make sure this stays between—” “Fuck an NDA. You won’t be able to hide Munson’s fucked up mug when I’m done with 'im.” You want to bite back at him for yelling at Simone but she turns on her heel, calling out, “Tiffany start the car, we’re going to Staples to get some NDA’s printed.” Her boots clicking on the cement while she makes it to the door with Tiffany in toe.

“Steve, s-stop,” you hear Libby choke out, reaching out to touch Steve but he avoids her touch. 

“Stop what? Stop telling the truth? Did you wanna keep it a secret forever, honey?” His sneer is painful, you hate the way he looks at her. Eddie looks broken, full of realization of his wrong doings, he’s aching and angry. Libby looks embarrassed under Steve’s gaze, small and meek, afraid of him. 

“God, you’re awful,” you say straight to Steve, the words garbled with tears. You see him take in what you said and he briefly casts his eyes down, swallowing before casting his hard eyes back at Eddie. 

“St-Stella—” Libby’s voice surprises you, finally being addressed by her for the first time since you got to the gym. You can’t even keep your anger in when you look at her. She had disappeared after that day in September, never calling to check in – your people never able to get in touch with Steve’s people to see how she was doing. You’d wanted to scream with excitement with her when you saw her in that Prada ad – your makeup artist Hailey told you all about it, and how Libby’s ‘annoying fucking boyfriend wouldn’t stop hovering’ while she worked. But no, she’d been too busy kissing your boyfriend at a club and being forgiven by her dumb fucking boxer boyfriend, while you were kept in the dark. “—is this why I never heard from you? E-even when I sent that card to congratulate you after Prada —god, I thought you were my friend, Libby.”

Libby’s eyes stop flowing with tears and she looks shocked to hear about the card, her lips parting and eyebrows furrowing. You watch her turn to Steve, but he ignores her and it starts to make sense where the card might have ended up. You watch Libby wipe at her face and at first you can’t feel sympathy, but you truly ache for her. Stuck next to her brooding boar of a lover who hates you.

“Stella, I’m s-sorry—” she wails out, but Steve cuts her off immediately, his eyes piercing you.

“—oh don’t act like this is a fuckin’ surprise, Rink. Look at 'im, all he knows is how to self destruct,” his stare hurts you, like this is all your fault. You feel like he’s really seeing you – but not the way Eddie sees you. He’s seeing the bad parts – how weak you are, how scared and broken you are, how you want to run away but can’t because of how much you care.

"Shut your fuckin’ mouth, Harrington!” Eddie starts again, his eyes are wild – you’d only seen him like this a handful of times – and it was almost always related to a man getting too anything with you in front of him.

“How 'bout you make me?” You scoff as Steve beckons for him, but you know that it’s not for the best. Steve wants a reaction out of Eddie – he’s been waiting for this all day. You watch as Eddie lunges again, trying to clamor over Big unsuccessfully. 

“Ed, please,” you call out, but it’s futile, “Please, enough!”

“Nah, guys come on, cut this shit out. It’s not the time,” Big puts his hand on Steve’s chest to keep him away, clear that he knows his fuse is ready to blow. You gasp when Steve smacks at him, this man who is hulking and bigger than them – who could break them both with one hand. Big lets out a sigh, you can tell he’s desperate for this to be over.

“Whatever,” Steve sounds like the school bully who doesn’t want to get in trouble before a big game. You inwardly smirk while he takes a step back, not so tough after all. You prayed he felt embarrassed. Big finally puts his arms down, testing the waters and looking between both men – still reeling from the back and forth.

“You good?” Big asks.

“I’m good,” Eddie nearly yells his answer and your skin crawls. You hate seeing him like this, doused in anger and frustration – he was always much quicker to act on his impulses when he had too many feelings at once.

When Big clears away from both of them, Libby reaches for her book, Steve immediately follows her and you want to fucking kill him. Get away from her, you think, Let her fucking breathe. Your sight of her is suddenly slightly obstructed by Eddie stepping in front of you, one arm back to keep you a distance away. He tosses his glance back at you, a worried look on his face – almost telepathically you understand that he means ‘Stay behind me.’ You’re still angry at him, but your heart swells.

Big’s voice is soft and calm, calling over from the ring, “Alright, so how 'bout we all just calm down and talk about this like—”

Steve’s voice booms over Big’s and he takes a step toward you, finger jutting out to point straight at your chest, “—you know everything was fuckin’ fine until she started hangin’ out with you.”

Eddie immediately tenses, his protective hand coming back to his side, an evil snicker escaping his chest. You know that sound, it’s when he can’t contain it anymore, "Oh, I know that’s a fuckin’ lie. You don’t have a great track record, Steve. People talk.”

“You wanna talk about reputation, Munson—”

“—oh what, more junkie comments? Find something new Steve—”

“—you know, what’s got you so riled up, Munson? You think she’s gonna leave you?”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Eddie scoffs, head shaking. He is scared you’re gonna leave him, and Steve knows it. He knew it back in the kitchen at his Malibu condo last September, he knew it when Eddie called him up at the end of January to get back in the ring. He knew it when Eddie broke down in the locker room when your lawyer answered your phone and told him they’d send a restraining order if he called again.

“Think she wants a real man instead?” Your eyes snap up at Steve when he says it, you know it hits Eddie where it hurts. The question he’s always asked himself since he met you, that you’d want to be with someone who was nothing like him. Clean cut, all American, football captain, basketball player types that match your sweet as pie persona. You watch Eddie follow Steve’s gaze as it falls on you. He looks at you salaciously, mouth and lips wet, scanning you slowly from your feet to your face. His sneer changes into the same wolfish grin he gave you against the counter, head cocking to the side. 

His voice comes out husky while he looks at you, “You liked havin’ a real man’s hands on you?” His gaze drops from your eyes to your waist and you feel dirty under it. Remembering the feeling of his scratchy taped hands on you, too rough, too mechanical. Eddie sees your face falter, your cheeks get red – and not in a way that shows you’re enjoying it. Steve’s making you uncomfortable – so now Eddie had to make him uncomfortable. You blink and the wind of Eddie’s form rushing toward Steve hits you, watching horrified as Eddie’s fist collides hard with Steve’s jaw, another crack resounding through the gym for spectators to hear. All the pent up rage of the day, the way Steve touched you, the way Steve made you feel in front of him, all let out in that one hook to the face.

“Jesus Christ!” the words come out of you, but your voice feels detached. You want to run to Eddie and pull him away, but you step backward at the sight of blood pooling behind Steve’s lips. You watch his hair flop forward while he lets out a glob of blood, spraying the rest out in spit – staining the concrete floor. 

“Stop, stop, stop! Please, just stop!” Libby wails, getting between the both of them, knowing that Steve won’t put her hands on her. Something has visibly changed in Steve and now you’re really afraid. If drugs didn’t kill your fiance, Steve Harrington certainly would. Big nearly shoves Libby out of the way, arms circling around a furious Eddie while he drags him towards the door, “DON’T YOU EVER TALK TO MY GIRL LIKE THAT AGAIN! I’LL FUCKIN’ END YOU HARRINGTON. I’LL RUIN YOUR FUCKIN’ LIFE.” “Okay, okay, Munson – let’s cool off, let’s cool down. You gotta get outta here man, let’s go,” Big soothes, pulling him out the door. Mikey follows silently, grabbing his smokes and jacket from the other side of the ring and bringing it outside. You can still hear Eddie yelling from outside, the slam of the Jeep door, the churning hum of the Judas Priest album – and finally the SCREECH of the wheels as he peels out of the parking lot. 

Your eyes scan the gym floor. 

You’re alone here, now – and you have no fight left. 

A defeated sob pours out of you while you walk around Libby and Steve – feeling the hum of his anger while you do – and push open the locker room door. You collapse on the bench across from your locker and the stuffy air makes it hard to breathe. You undo the tapes with shaking hands, whimpering and trembling – so upset at him, but wishing Eddie would come through the door and make it better. 

But did it even matter? Would he go and console Libby first? You felt bile sit in the base of your throat at the thought. Were you ever first to begin with? 

“Let go of me!” you hear echo through the gym, under the locker room door. You have half a mind to get up and intervene, but your body feels like it’s three thousand pounds. You’re exhausted and blubbering, the deep clawfoot tub of the hotel’s penthouse suite is the only thing you have to look forward to. 

You achingly get up and stand in front of your locker, clicking it open. The scent of your perfume hits you and you remember that Eddie has your travel bottle in his jacket pocket. You feel sick at the thought of him and his now battered knuckles – speeding home on icy roads. Impulsive, angry – Dangerous. You shrug on your coat and switch out your sneakers for you boots, not bothering to change clothes. Who cares? Who was gonna see you anyway? You pull out your gym bag and your purse, tossing them on the bench and collapsing next to them. 

The door opens slowly, Big stepping in – it’s clear he’s trying to be quiet but he’s so big that even his soft steps sound like stomps. 

“Figured y’might need a ride home,” he said, his voice low and apologetic, “Don’t think you’d wanna go with those two out there.” 

You laugh a little through your cry, wiping at your face. Big reaches into his back pocket and passes you a hankie, sliding next to you on the bench. It’s clean and pressed, light blue with gold stitching, embroidered with initials you don’t recognize.

“It was my grandma’s,” he said, “I never use it, just like to keep her with me. She’d come down and whack me with her purse if I didn’t offer it to ya.” 

The fabric is delicate against your face, a contrast to the muffled yelling from the gym ringing in your ears. Big’s arm reaches around you, falling heavily around your back, his hand collapsing on your other shoulder. 

“If it’s any consolation, I think ya did pretty good today,” he said with a smile, “I mean we don’t normally slap in boxing but if that had been a cross - whew! -Ed woulda been on the ground.” 

You chuckle again, wiping a tear away from your face, “I didn’t mean to hit him – I just–I’d never do that. I think – I don’t know – he didn’t deserve that.” 

“Eh,” Big nodded his head to the side, “I think every man deserves a good slap in the face once in a while. Think Munson had that comin’.” 

“I still feel bad,” you sniffed. 

“That’s okay,” Big said, clapping your shoulder and standing up, offering his hand, “You shouldn’t, but it’s okay that you do. Let’s get you out of here.” 

You take Big’s hand and turn to grab your bags but he stops you, throwing them over his shoulder instead. ‘If she wouldn’t whack me over the handkerchief, she’d whack me over not carrying a woman’s bags.’ You let him guide you out of the locker room, seeing Steve and Libby at each other, both of their faces contorted with rage. 

You quickly walk past them, wanting nothing more than to just get the fuck out of this gym so you never had to see Steve Harrington again. 

“Wait! Stella, please, wait –” 

You can hear her trying to chase after you, your throat tightening. What else could she possibly have to say to you? That she was sorry? Sorry that she kissed the man who called you his wife since your second date? Kissed the person who knew all of your favorite songs and put them on a mixtape as your first ‘month-a-versary’ gift? Does he know her favorite songs? You bet she doesn’t know his favorite songs.

“Stella, please –” 

Enough. You’d had enough. Enough of this day, enough of her crying, enough of her asshole fucking boyfriend. You knew you had to give her the only advice you had left in your arsenal. The lump in your throat grows while you stare down the slope of your nose at her. 

“You should leave him Libby,” you say matter of factly. You look at Steve, brutish and bloody, staring back at you, “While you still can.” 

They both look equally hurt by what you say and it feels good to watch them hurt. You turn on your heel and walk toward Big, through the door he held open for you. You see a flash out of the corner of your eye and immediately freeze, used to Eddie’s shielding arm around you – opening up his jacket to block the cameras from capturing you. His venom spitting at them to fuck off and leave you alone. Big does his best, getting his body between you and the paparazzi up until you’re in the passenger’s seat of his truck with the door shut, safe behind the tinted windows. He pulls out of the lot quickly, the photographers scattering like roaches back to their cars to see if they can track you, or Steve, or Libby on the road. You heave out a shuddered sigh while Big clicks on the radio, a song softly pouring out of the speakers. 

“I’m tellin’ ya baby, you will never find another girl – In this heart of mine.Look into my eyes, can’t you see they’re open wide? Would I lie to you baby, would I lie to you?”

Tears well in your eyes while the chart topper plays. How fucking fitting. 

“Don’t you know it’s true, girl, there’s no one else but you. Would I lie to you, baby? Would I lie to you?”

“Maybe the radio isn’t on our side today,” Big says, clicking it off. You sniffle, looking out the window. Big steals a glance at you through the rear view mirror. 

“I know Munson messed up, Stell,” his voice was warm, “But I’ve never met a man so crazy about his woman. He really give’s Harrington a run for his money.” 

You blush, shaking your head. He smiles at you while you sniff again, holding the hanky to your nose. 

“When he first came in, boy was he hopeless. He was just training with just me for a while, think it was right after he got your name tattooed on his hip. I said, ‘Boy, are you stupid? You know you can’t go around getting a woman’s name inked on you.’  He looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘You haven’t met my girl, Big. You’d get her name tattooed on you too.’ He was all starry eyed, talking about how he was gettin’ better for you,” Big’s story made your head fuzzy, your lower lip wobbling. 

“He’d talk about you at every session when I could see him, sometimes he’d have to just have to train with whoever, if I was on the road with Steve – and my guys would call me and be like ‘Does Munson do anything but play music and hang out with his wife?’ Couldn’t imagine the shock when I told ‘em you weren’t even married yet. We were on the road for a while, sort of fell out of touch, but when I saw him again at the gym – just workin’ out, not boxin’ – he ran up to me, lookin’ so healthy, lookin’ good. He told me he proposed and you said yes, told me every little detail, started cryin’ on the ropes of the ring replayin’ it in his head.”

He cried all night, when you said yes. Cried like a baby. ‘Told you, Rink. Gonna be my wife one day, now you’re gonna b-be my w-wife. I’m gonna – gonna fuckin’ marry you.’ 

“Didn’t see him for a while, caught some photos of him when he was down at a bar in Malibu when he said he’d be trainin’ – lookin’ a little rough around the edges. But he still looked like Munson, y’know? In September last year, that day you came with him, I figured we’d get Steve in the ring with him since we wanted to start exploring Steve startin’ to train, and we knew he had a good rapport with Libby – not y’know, kissin’ at the club good – but they had the whole book thing.” 

You winced at the reference to their kiss, their book exchange in Malibu now seemed less innocent. Did he even care that you bought him a custom bound Lord of the Rings series? With all of his friends incorporated in illustrations? Would he have liked the gift better if Libby bought it for him? Not that she could afford it without Steve, you thought bitterly. You instantly regretted it, shaking it out of your head. 

Big continued, “And I know somethin’ must’ve happened that day because I didn’t hear from him again until the end of January, almost a year ago. He was a bigger mess than the first time I met him, too skinny. He got to the gym in shambles, thought he lost you for good. He kept sayin’, ‘I gotta cut this shit out, Big. I need to be a better man. Need to show her I can be a father, I can be a husband.’ He was with us real consistent until around March – and I uh, I can guess why he started goin’ to different gyms after that.” 

“But if anything’s true about his, I don’t know what to call it – his journey? It’s that he’s been head over heels for you for all of it,” Big pulled into the lot of the hotel, putting the car in park to get your door open and grab your bags. Once you were settled in the lobby, he gave you a firm and tight bear hug – the kind that reminded you of your dad.

“If you need anything at all,” he said, “Anything. You call me.” 

You watch him leave through tear filled eyes, the headlights of his truck shining like north stars while he pulls around the entryway and back out onto the road. You push through the people waiting in line at the concierge to get to the elevators, furiously clicking the door closed button once you stepped inside. 

The elevator opened to the hotel suite living room, your body ached even though it had been hours since you last threw a punch. Eddie was sitting with his legs spread, leaned back on the far side of the couch by the window. His hair was a mess, cheeks tear stained with his left cheek still pink from your slap, he didn’t even take off his coat. His box of cigarettes laid empty on the coffee table.

“I didn’t know you’d be here, thought I’d find you at–” “At the bar?” he asked, his head snapping towards you, “D’you think that’s how I deal with everything?” 

He knew he didn’t have the right to be snippy with you right now, but his heart was racing. This was it, you were gonna leave him. There wasn’t any coming back from this – over something so meaningless, a kiss with a sad shy girl when he was so drunk he saw two of her the whole time. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say to you besides sorry, Stell,” he said, shifting to lean his elbows onto his knees, “I can’t go back and undo it.” 

“I know,” you whispered over the lump in your throat while hanging your coat up in the entryway closet. You kicked your boots off and dropped the gym bag next to them. Your socked feet padded softly into the living room, darkened outside of the low golden glow of the lamp on the side table next to the couch on Eddie’s side. The butts of all his cigarettes from chain smoking sat in the ashtray, some still smoking with low embers next to him. Toronto’s skyline glittered in the night, twinkling into the floor to ceiling windows. 

After Big’s story, you wanted to curl up next to him on the couch and kiss him. To tell him that it didn’t matter, that it was all okay. You’ll be there for him. But you needed to be stronger than that, even though you were so tired of being the strong one. 

“Maybe,” you croak out, his eyes meet yours when the word comes out, “Maybe we got back together too soon.” 

“Baby…” he started, his soft coo already melting your heart. He stands up, taking his jacket off while walking towards you, tossing the leather on the couch before putting your face in his big warm hands. 

“Don’t say that,” he said with pleading shining eyes, “We’re doin’ so good, aren’t we?” 

You so desperately want to believe him. You were doing good, he moved back into the new Hollywood house at the end of November when he hit his eight month marker. He made you breakfast in the mornings when you both had off, went on drives along the beach – he made a big show of taking you back to the planetarium where you had your third date, sharing McDonald’s fries in his car in the parking lot. He was so alive in a way he hadn’t been since the last time he got better. (And of course he was fucking you on every surface of that house you could comfortably fit on.) You look at him and put your hands over his hands, feeling the metal on his fingers and the swell of his knuckles on his left hand. Your eyes fall to his lips, wet and bitten red from stress – Libby kissed those lips. He let her. Your throat tightens again and you pull your face out of his hold, dropping your hands to your sides. 

“I think we should spend some more time apart,” your voice stiffened while you hold back another cry. You turn away from him, heading into the bathroom, leaving the door open. You unfurl one of the face cloths folded expertly on the double sink counter and run it under the cold water. Once it hits your face, so does the full context of the day, the coolness reaching the inside of your chest. Maybe it was like the seven stages of grief, all of this. 

“But I — I,” he started, his voice high and cracking, “Baby, I’ve been doing the work. I’m goin’ to meetings, I’m not partying. I’m still talking to a shrink twice a week. I’m doing this all to stay on track so we can – so we can do this for real.”

“For now,” you shake your head while he pleads behind you, following you to the bathroom, “Until that gets boring for you.” 

“Do you really think that little of me?” Eddie shrinks at your cutting words, his jaw tightening while his lower lip began to lightly tremble. 

“Am I supposed to think bigger of you, after today?” you bite back, your tone sounds like Steve’s and your shoulders sulk — your voice barely softening, “We’ll be apart anyway. I’m back to work after the new year, and you leave for tour in two weeks — just try not to fuck Veronica in Colorado this time, since you’re on thin ice.” 

“I’m not gonna fuck Nic in Colorado, Stell. Jesus,” he says quietly, leaning on his shoulder in the doorframe. He knows that tone of your voice, biting and acerbic. He tried to stack up the walls in his chest to keep your voice from getting too deep into him. 

“Oh, did you plan to fuck her in another state?” you laugh bitterly. Veronica ‘Nic’ Farragamo was Eddie and Gareth’s favorite groupie, there was even a song about her. 

“I’m not gonna fuck Nic at all,” he sighs, “I’m not going on tour.” 

You toss him a look through the mirror, “What’re you talking about?” 

“I called Bobby when I got here,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I dropped out, they’re gonna have someone fill in for me. I’m just gonna do the bigger shows in California and New York.” 

“Why would you do that?” you spat, “You know how much you’re losing out on?” 

“I’m not losing out on anything,” he pushed off the wall, taking a step toward you, “I want to be there for you. I wanna make this work.”

“That’s bullshit,” you say under your breath.

“That’s bullshit? I’m telling you I’m not ready to go back on tour, Stella,” he says quietly, looking at the marble counter and tracing the lines of the gold filigree. 

“You’re just doing another grand gesture so you look good,” you see yourself in the mirror while you speak to him, your face swollen from crying. His posture stiffens, offense coloring his face and bracing his body.

“Do you hear yourself?” his face hardens, his forehead dropping towards you while he talks, “What the fuck, Stell?” 

“‘Let me quit tour to show her what a loving fiancé I am, and everyone will report it on the tabloids — he’s so devoted!’” you mocked, “So I look like a bitch. Do you know how many people talked about how unsupportive and selfish I was when I left? What’s another year of being Eddie Munson’s buzzkill ex-fiance?” 

“Do you wanna know why I really dropped out, Rink?” he asked, his breath picking up. 

“Enlighten me, Ed,” you raise your eyebrows, crossing your arms while still talking to him in the reflection of the mirror, “Tell me how it’s all my fault, again.” 

Ed bites his tongue before he can retort, trying not to make this a bigger fight, “I dropped out ‘cause–” He almost can’t look at you, “–‘cause before I called Bobby I – I almost called my fuckin’ dealer,” he let out, taking big breaths through his nose to keep from crying.

“That’s what you wanted to fuckin’ hear, right? That I’m still a fucking loser. Still one step away from fuckin’ it all up again. ‘One bag of smack away from ODing.’” 

Eddie’s breaths don’t keep up, his voice cracks, tears sliding down his face in thick streaks, “So I’m – I’m not ready, baby. Everything he said in that gym today, everything in Malibu. He’s right about me, Stell.” 

You can’t help but cry too, your heart in your throat, even when you thought you didn’t have any tears left to spill out to him, “He’s not right about you.”

“He is right about me,” Eddie nods, “Look what I did. This whole – this whole day was my fault.” 

“No it’s –” you want to say it’s Steve’s fault, but it isn’t. Steve was just reacting to his own hurt from the situation. You just so happened to be the best way for him to get it out. 

“What happened Eddie?” you asked, desperate for closure,  “What happened with Libby? Why didn’t you tell me on the beach?” 

Eddie wiped his face, features still crumpled from crying, “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t think it mattered. I know that’s stupid to say, of course it matters – but it had been so long since it happened and I felt so guilty. I didn’t – I didn’t want you to not come back. I was afraid if you knew, you’d be done.” 

“I would’ve appreciated it if you had been honest with me,” you sounded just like your mom when she’d caught you sneaking out, “Keeping it a secret makes it seem worse. Like you wanted it, like you’ve been wanting her since before we were apart.” 

“No,” he shakes his head, stepping out of the bathroom with you, “It’s been you the whole time, sweet thing. It’s always you.” 

“So why did you kiss her?” you ask, staring at him while sitting on the couch in the living room, tears pricking at your eyes again, “If it’s been me the whole time, why did you kiss her?” 

Eddie kneeled at your feet, leaving over to hold your thighs on either side of your lap, his chest covering your shins. He let out a sigh, looking up at you, “It was in March, I was at Glow with the guys and it had been a rough fuckin’ night. I was already a bottle and a half of Jack deep when I saw her there.” 

You looked at him, watching him replay it in his head, his memory whirring behind his eyes – you can tell he’s not lying when he does this. 

“I got so fucked up that night. I saw – thinking back it’s so stupid – but I saw in the paper that morning that you’d been spotted out to dinner with Jeremy and the picture – you were holding his hand – and I was so fucking hurt, baby. I know I shouldn’t have been, but I couldn’t even call you to ask about it ‘cause your lawyers were on me –” 

“We have an agreement about Jeremy, Ed. That’s not fair. The same way we have an agreement about Nic.” 

The agreement was, since there was a lot of chemistry between you and Jeremy, and Nic and Eddie, that each of you could fool around with the other, but only with your partner’s permission. (And in the case of Nic, Ed always preferred if you fooled around with them.) Jeremy was one of your first co-stars, you’d never dated but you used to sleep together – amazing lay, but not boyfriend material. The kind of boy who falls in love with any pretty woman who looks at him for five seconds. He was fun to have fun with, and that was about it. 

“You didn’t ask,” he said, “You didn’t ask me if it was okay, and I just – I missed holding your hand, baby. I fucking missed you, aching every day over waking up without you while you were out holding hands with some prettyboy scumbag. I was over here loving you, and you couldn’t even pick up the phone. So I thought ‘Oh shit, it’s really over. She’s done with me.’” 

“I’m sorry,” you cried, because you knew he’d see that picture. That’s why you reached for Jeremy’s hand that night when the flashes went off, showing off your empty ring finger while you did. You did it to hurt him, you wanted to hurt him because of how bad he hurt you. He reached for your hands and laced fingers with yours, his thumbs gliding over your skin. 

“So I saw Libby come in with some girl, saw her over at the bar and I knew something had to be up because Steve wasn’t around. He’d never let her walk around a place like Glow by herself – don’t think he’d even be caught dead there. Her friend left her to go see some girls in a section and I didn’t like that so I sent someone to go grab her. I just – I wanted to show her a good time. When she got up to VIP, God, I could barely see her, all the liquor just hit me at once and I don’t know what came over me. She was so sweet, she was so hurt – they got in a fight and she told me she left him, and you had left me so – you know, just two lost souls who might’ve needed each other for the night. At least that’s how it felt – and I hadn’t kissed anyone since you left –” 

“So I kissed her, cause I was hurting, too. I was so lonely, baby – and I know that’s not an excuse – but I was mad at you for Jeremy, and I had that little crush on her. I think I just wanted to get back at you or, or just feel something – it was so long ago, I don’t know. We didn’t do anything more than makeout, I promise – and when she stopped me and I realized what I did – oh fuck, I felt…God, I felt so fucking bad – I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you on the beach, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was just scared.”

“And I’m,” Eddie was choking on sobs at this point, “I’m sorry that what I did made today so awful for you, that it affected your work. I never want to get in the way of what you do or mess up your process, and if I hadn’t been there. I don’t know, maybe he would’ve gone a little easier on you.” 

“I don’t think Steve Harrington has ever gone easy on anyone,” you say quietly to your hands, still interlocked with Ed’s. 

You felt sick when you pictured the scene in your head. Libby’s hands in his chest, in his hair, straddling him on the white couches at Glow. The grab of his ringed fingers on her thighs and hips, the taste of his smoky liquor stained tongue in her mouth. All you did was hold hands with someone that Eddie had given you the okay for. How could Libby do this after everything Steve did to you? After Steve made you cry in their kitchen, after Eddie had come back to the gym, undone and begging for help. Did she see how broken he was? Did she even know? 

“Am I –” the lump in your throat gripped the words, your question making you cry before you can even ask it. Eddie looks up at you, his own eyes wet with tears, his cheeks flaming pink.

“Is there s-something wrong with m-m-me?” you ask, it comes out more pathetic than you thought you had in you, but that’s how you felt. 

“No, baby,” he responds, his voice barely audible, “Nothing’s wrong with you.” 

“Then wh-when am I –” a hard sob racks your body, trembling with the words, “Wh-when am I g-gonna b-be enough f-for you?” 

Eddie gets up, his heart aching at the question. His fingers unlace with yours sliding up to your arms to your shoulders.

“What do you mean? You think you’re not enough for me? Whose putting that in your head, baby?” He’s trying so hard to soothe you through his own tears, but he can feel you vibrating under his grip.

“You are,” you confess, Eddie bites his lip to keep from wailing at the look on your face, “You always – you always –” 

“Always what, honey?” His gaze was soft, pleading. He hated watching you cry like this, he hated being the cause of it again. 

“You always pick the vice first. You only pick me when you think I’m gonna leave,” you spill out, wiping your tears from under your eyes but it was futile. More tears just kept pouring out of you. 

Eddie’s heart shattered because part of him knew it was true. He only had to try when you weren’t a guarantee. And sure, he wasn’t like that now. Now that he was nine months off heroin, being consistent at the gym for a year, making new music with the band, and working with a few others – things were looking good for him. Things were so together, in a way they hadn’t felt before, Ed had never felt so stable. Things between you had felt so right. He was just waiting for the day you put the ring back on so he could throw you in a white dress and call you his wife for real. 

He got on the couch, your crying and tired frame was pliant under his hands as he pulled you onto his lap. He adjusted your legs over him, holding you up to his chest while he wiped your face with a tissue from the side table. His other hand ran slowly up and down your back. 

“Shh,” he soothed, “I know how I’ve acted before – but I’m not just choosing you because I think you’re gonna leave me this time. I got a bad track record baby, I know. But I told you on the beach – I don’t – I don’t wanna be like my old man. I want to be better for when we have our own family.” 

“Jesus, I’ve been having dreams about having babies with you, Stell. About getting married. I can’t do that if I’m not better and that’s all I want – I’d throw all my rockstar shit away if it meant I could be your husband. That’s why I’m not going on tour – I don’t feel strong enough yet to say no when we’re out on the road. And yeah, sure, I know the guys would support me but – I know how I get, you know how I get. I only wanna go do the shows when you can come and keep me honest, where I can come kiss you after.” 

“You can’t always depend on me to keep you honest, Ed,” you sniffle. 

“I know,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips, “I’m learning how to do it for myself, sweet thing.” 

You let him kiss you again, feeling too tired and cried out to stop him. After the ordeal of today, getting his attention felt like you won something. His palm was warm against your face, sliding down to the side of your neck. His tongue slid past your teeth, gliding against yours, pressing his whole body into you so you could feel him there. So you’d know he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he said, breaking apart from you, “And I understand if you wanna leave, if you wanna spend some more time apart. I understand. It’s whatever you want.” 

Before you could answer, the phone rang and you leaned over Eddie to pick it up off the set on the side table. 

“Hi Miss Rink, we have a message at the front desk for you. Would it be okay for us to send it up? Simone also has a couple of papers for you and Eddie to sign that she’d like delivered.” 

“Sure, thank you. You can send it all right up,” you said, your actress voice back in it’s purity for the phone call. You hung up and slumped back down on the couch, “Simone’s NDAs are on their way.” 

Eddie let a breath out through his nose, you knew he was waiting for you to say something. To say you weren’t leaving him, to say you didn’t want to spend time apart, to assure him that it’s all better now. You get up at the ding of the elevator, the papers on a cart in the center – you quickly collect them and notice a card that didn’t have Simone’s hand writing on it. You pass one of the manila envelopes to Eddie, stamped with ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ and a smiley face drawn in Simone’s red pen. 

“Here,” you say. He meets your eye, waiting for anything else, “I’m gonna have to think about it, okay?” 

He nods, giving you a weak smile while he takes the envelope from you. You slide your own NDA on the coffee table and thumb the tiny card with your hand. 

Stella, 

Please meet me tomorrow? I’d love the chance to explain myself, and offer my apology in person. You deserve to hear it from me. I’ll be in the Tim Hortons down the road at 12. I hope you come. 

– Libby xx 

You take a deep breath and tap the paper on your hand, nerves growing in your chest. Maybe this would be your only chance to ever talk some sense into her. You’d likely never see her again after tomorrow. 

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Eddie, slipping your boots back on and hopping in the elevator to send a message back to Libby. You spent some time sitting alone at the hotel bar, nursing a diet Coke while you readied yourself to go back upstairs.

When you got back up, Eddie was found in the bedroom in his normal night time get up – shirtless in black sweatpants, sitting on top of the covers reading over the NDA in the light of the side table. 

“You okay?” he asked when you walked in. 

“Yeah,” you replied, “Libby wants to meet up tomorrow and talk. Just her.” 

Eddie stiffened, “You sure it’s just her?” 

You nodded, you were definitely never going to see Steve again – not  while Eddie was around. 

“I have a bath running for you,” he said, tilting his head to the adjoining bathroom. 

“Did you–” 

“Yes, the eucalyptus oil is in there already. I left the bottle on the edge in case you want more,” he said, going back to his reading. You couldn’t help but blush at how well he knows you, how he still knows what you need and when you need it. 

You started to undress, peeling your gym clothes off and tossing them in the closet hamper. You can feel Eddie’s eyes on you, you can almost taste the saliva pooling in his mouth knowing he can’t have you how he did last night. You shrugged on the plush white robe, wrapping it tight around your body while you headed to the bathroom. 

“Hey,” he said softly, you turned your attention toward him at the door, “You don’t have to make a decision right now.” 

You tilted your head and he licked his lips nervously, “I’m gonna go back to Hawkins for a bit, help Wayne with some renovations on the house I got him out there. If there’s anyone who can really keep me honest – it’s Wayne.” 

“He’s gonna be mad at you,” you say with a small smile. Wayne loves you. Loves you like a daughter. He’d be raving mad after hearing about all this. 

“He’s gonna kick my ass,” Eddie laughs, putting a hand over his face, “Fuck, he’s really gonna kick my ass.” 

He drops his hand and looks at you again, “So don’t worry about making any choices, don’t worry about me. You know I’ll be on the first flight back the second you call.” 

You nodded again, taking your hair down and shaking it out. 

“I love you,�� he says, “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it today.” 

“I love you, too,” you offer him a weak smile before disappearing in the steam of the bathroom.

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 32 - Five Finger Flop

After everything is confirmed, Ophelia calls Penny to tell her, and to check in on her friend. She's furious, more for Miko's sake than her own. The poor thing hardly needed something else to stress about.

Penny thanks Ophelia and the team for their hard work and says goodbye.

Ophelia can't remember the last time she was this angry. Tiff had no right to ruin Penny and Miko's wedding day just to spite them for not letting her sing.

Hector can't protect Tiff from Hilary this time, so maybe that knowledge clouds Ophelia's judgement.

Ophelia storms into the dressing room, targeting in on Tiff's perfumes. It's not like Tiff's ever seeing this room again. That can be her overtime payment.

Her usual perceptiveness is gone, and she reaches to take them without even bothering to notice the incoming footsteps.

Xander: Hey, do you want me to make- What are you doing?

Ophelia: Huh?

Xander: Were you… trying to steal Tiff's perfume?

Ophelia: What? No, of course not! Come on, only a kleptomaniac would do that!

Xander sees right through her attempt to walk around the truth.

Xander: That’s your third trait, isn’t it? Kleptomaniac?

Ophelia: I…

Xander: Have you been stealing other stuff from here too? This place is what keeps a roof over my sister and her kids!

Ophelia: No, I would never!

Xander: Kleptos can steal autonomously! They don’t even think about it, they just swipe with no regard!

Ophelia: I don’t need your judgement, Mister Good, Self-Assured Goofball. Not everyone is lucky enough to have all nice traits.

Ophelia: I didn’t grow up with parents that support me! I did the best I could, but I have this one little vice. I’d never steal from my friends, or anyone I cared about. If I could change it, I would!

Xander: You can change it. It just takes some work.

Ophelia: Well I was a little busy working to get where I am to worry about that. Stealing a soap pump from a community lot every now and then is a victimless crime!

Xander: The people who uploaded those builds on the gallery worked hard on them and every little detail counts!

Xander: Look, I know you’ve had a rough week, but you make good money now. It’s not like you need to steal to survive. Maybe this is a wake up call for you to reassess some parts of your life.

Ophelia: Ugh, you sound like Father Winter

Xander: …what?

Ophelia: Why do you even care if I swipe something from Tiff? You hate her too!

Xander: That doesn’t make it okay! Tiff may have crossed the line, but stealing from her isn’t going to fix anything.

Ophelia: Her not having her perfume would make me feel a lot better, though!

Xander: So someone pisses you off, you take their stuff? What if you played for a bridezilla, and you got caught trying to steal from her? Not only would Hilary have to fire you, that looks bad on her. I’m not going to stand here and let you jeopardize my sister’s career.

Xander has a point. What was she thinking?

Ophelia: Xander, I’m sorry! I’m sleep deprived and frustrated and- you’re right, I shouldn’t have even tried it. Please don’t tell Hilary. I would never do anything to hurt your family, I swear. Not after everything they've done for me.

Xander: I’m not going to tell anyone. You were already in a bad place, tonight made it worse, and you made a mistake. Everyone deserves a second chance. I know you're a good person. But you need to work on this. It’s not cool. I expected better from you, Ophelia.

Xander leaves, and Ophelia has never felt so humiliated. She doesn't think he's ever called her by her name. This feeling isn't worth all the highs she's gotten from swiping in the past.

Ophelia thought the day she got dumped was the worst day of her life, but no. Today is.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #tiff

[fandomkidfromthefuture]

Content warning: abuse, SA, I’m talking about House of the Dragon so just be kind to yourself and skip if you need to!

I’ve been thinking about HOTD again and I was thinking about Aegon and 1) how confused the show seems to be about how they’d like to portray him, sympathetic or downright horrible (because he is horrible, do not forget about what he did to Dyana!) and 2) how people keep blaming Alicent for him turning out shitty? And I just find that a really important talking point, but I also find it infuriating, because it’s like this: she didn’t want these kids. We can all kind of agree on that, right? She never even expresses wanting children, and even if she did, we can at least agree that she very clearly didn’t seem happy with her kids and she very obviously did not want to have said kids with her best friend’s father. I think people bring up her not liking Aegon as a thing to shame her, because oh God, a mother not liking her children??? When in actuality, she clearly loves her children. She’s the only one we are willing to protect and go to bat for them. She stared down a fucking dragon for Aegon because that’s her child, no matter what he’s done, and she loves him even if she can’t stand what he’s become as a person. She was forcibly married at fifteen and conceived all of these kids through martial rape from a man that likely was and should have been a pseudo father to her, being her best friend’s father. She was then emotionally and physically abandoned by Viserys while he only paid attention to her when he was assaulting or belittling her, while having back to back pregnancy at a very young age, while literally having to physically and emotionally provide for and take care of both these kids she didn’t want and this horrible man that stole her entire life from her. Viserys, meanwhile, gets little to no hate for any of it? And Rhaenyra is throwing a tantrum for years on end over Alicent “betraying” her, when she knows good and goddamn well that she didn’t want this and had no say? And Alicent’s father is sent away from King’s Landing, leaving her alone raising these kids she didn’t want and getting no support from the man that ruined her life to have these kids, that murdered his last wife that he loved far more than Alicent? Imagine how terrified she was and is. She has every right to be. Rhaenyra has proven to be violent and impulsive and selfish many times, and even if she’s not worrying about Rhaenyra killing her children, she certainly has cause to worry about Daemon doing it. Then Rhaenyra’s kid mutilates Alicent’s child, and she gets away with it. Alicent is humiliated and dismissed and threatened (cutting out the tongues of anyone who dare claim this publicly true thing about the king’s daughter) in front of everyone, and she’s shown how little power she has and how little this man that raped her over and over again cares about these children and her. Rhaenyra says she wants her ten year old tortured after being mutilated, and people think Alicent warning her children about the danger Rhaenyra poses to them is unwarranted? It’s a horrible burden to place on them, but what else is she meant to do? She is the only one that is protecting these kids. She is the only one that cares for them. She is all that stands between them and the dangers these people pose to them, and she’s doing it alone. So, back to Aegon. He’s her first kid with this man that treats her like a brood mare. That dead eyed, empty look when she’s holding her crying baby as a young girl, broke my heart, because you can just see that this isn’t what she wants. She’s miserable. Rhaenyra even acknowledges it after making a particularly crude and backhanded statement towards Alicent about this. Alicent was an abused child that continued to be abused, and now she’s left to be the only person to care for and protect these kids. Of course she’d be within her right to resent them. Children do not deserve that resentment, but it’s a natural thing to feel, and it’s so taboo to talk about with mothers, but Jesus, you can’t blame her for feeling that way.

Aegon is her first child with her abuser. She might view him as the final piece of her identity and freedom being lost. When you become a mother, it’s like you become less of an individual sometimes. We see it all the time, these expectations and judgements and this loss of self, and it’s especially going to be a thing that comes up when someone is forced into that role of “mother”. Look at all these people blaming her for how Aegon turned out. All the pressure is on the mothers, always. Why isn’t Viserys being blamed? If anyone were to have taught Aegon that women, particularly women with less power and station than he has, were just things that he could use and abuse as he pleased, it would be Viserys. It would be the man that forced his first wife to go through horrific pregnancy after horrific pregnancy and then murdered her all for the sake of his own ambition. It would be the man that forced a girl he watched grow up into marrying him and continuously assaulting her when one of the other things besides him and his own selfishness that killed Aemma was how young she’d been forced to carry children. If anyone is to blame for how Aegon turned out, it would be the man that neglected and openly mocked his children and wife, who Aegon and his siblings watched mistreat and humiliate his mother for all of their lives. There’s a reason not a single one of those children gave a shit that Viserys was dead. All this hate for this woman, but none for Viserys? Not only is this so common that it’s played out by now, it’s annoying, too. I’m very tired of people acting like Aegon is Alicent’s fault when Aegon, if anything, is representative of Alicent’s burden. If she had told all these kids to fuck off and figure it out themselves, I couldn’t sit here and judge her without considering why, but she didn’t. She owes these kids that she didn’t want, that she was forced to have, nothing, could’ve given them the bare minimum, if that, but she didn’t. She loved and cared for them. She protects and shields them when no one else will. She’s doing more than anyone could expect from her for these kids. Viserys is the one that should be getting heat, and he isn’t, and I just find that so terribly disappointing. A lot of good, progressive conversation can be had over this, but first, we have to acknowledge who the real major bad guys are, and Alicent isn’t one of them.

#house of the dragon spoilers #house of the dragon #team green #anti viserys i targaryen #aegon ii #alicent hightower #for all her flaws Alicent is a damn good mother and nobody can convince me otherwise #if you want to blame anyone blame the guy that managed to screw over all of Westeros by virtue of existing #the real villain of this entire story is Viserys and I want to talk about that #I just think women get so much hate and mom shaming when men can just do whatever and nobody ever blames them for how kids turn out #thanks for coming to my ted talk

[yourfavlesbainina]

Sneak peak of my wattpad story

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Downingtown was a small town in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Downingtown had always been a quiet beautiful place, a perfect family town. The Ivanov family had moved to the US from Russia when their youngest daughter turned 1.

Their oldest daughter fell in love with the small town instantly. From the second they were driving up to their neighborhood to her first day of kindergarten. Iris became friends with the neighbor's kids quite fast.

The minute her little sister Valerie became old enough to find friends, it was almost impossible for her not to set her up with her friend's little sibling. Even with her oldest sister's help no matter what Valerie couldn't seem to make friends, maybe it wasn't meant to be.

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The two sisters were biking around their town, they could feel the late-night summer breeze blowing their hair up making them look like maniacs. Iris had just turned 8 and had received a necklace of the moon from her mom, it matched the one Valerie had gotten of the sun for her 6th birthday earlier that year.

Their parents had never been scared or worried about them getting kidnapped or abducted since their town was very safe. the two sisters had been out in their neighborhood a bunch of times, so their parents didn't think this time would be any different from any other time.

the two girls arrived at their favorite usual hang-out spot after a few minutes of riding, the area had a nice lake and was surrounded by black oak, sycamore, and willow trees. there were also flower fields around the place with daffodils, daises, lavenders, and snowdrops. And by the lake, there were living otters and ducks.

It was a small area, barely anyone in the town knew of it so the sisters were often there if they had a bad day or if they wanted to get away from the world. they were having a competition to see who could skip rocks the furthest.

The two girls were laughing loudly together never wanting this moment to end. "What do you mean you can skip further than me, there's no way" Valerie defend which made Iris raise an eyebrow not believing her.

"That's the biggest lie I've ever heard you say." The older brunette bursted out to her sister. Her sister however didn't agree with her and rolled her eyes at her. "Okay sure... whatever" the 6 year old said with a pause in between, after skipping another rock across the lake.

Meanwhile the girls were skipping rocks they were too busy to notice 8 different men watching them from a small distance. They were carrying guns and syringes with anesthesia in them.

They slowly made their way towards the young girls so they wouldn't notice the men approaching them. The men waited for the right moment to abduct the young girls and stayed in their place until they were too busy to be paying attention to anything.

The men finally got their perfect moment when the girls started arguing about who could skip the furthest. So in that moment they ran up to the girls and Injected the anesthesia into their necks, carrying their bodies with them. Only leaving the girls bikes...

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Annika had never hated anything more than her mother, after her father died her mother had spent every last penny on drugs and alcohol. So they quickly ended up on the street. Annika tried to save as much as a cent for food, but they were quickly stolen by her mother even if that meant that she would be left starving.

Annika hated being on the streets it was dirty and she had to watch everyone else live out their happy lives while she was stuck there with no place to go home to. The worst days were when it was pouring rain on her head and she had to sleep soaked curled up into a ball on the wet pavement.

But something that's as even more humiliating was whenever she had to see her old classmates walking by and they would send her smug smirks or looks of disgust.

But one strange day she saw a woman chasing down a man on the street the woman had long brown hair and she thought she saw her eyes glow red, but she bet it was just her imagination. The woman quickly pushed the man down onto the pavement, it looked pretty painful if she had to be honest.

She didn't understand why the woman did that towards him. He looked pretty normal and innocent, not like someone to commit a crime or be un behaved. That interaction distracted her from everything else that was happening around her.

This gave hydra the perfect moment to take the young girl with the help of quick silver. The girl didn't realize what was happening until it was too late, she was taken away from the street, but at what cost...

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The cruel things Iris and Annika did during their time at the red room and hydra. Iris had killed and tortured way too many adults and children in her lifetime to be counted on 100 people's hands. She had knocked Romanoff from her title of the best child assassin, which is something no one thought was possible.

Annika had followed in the scarlet witch's footsteps, she was almost as powerful as the Maximoff girl and was feared by everyone at hydra. She was their new secret weapon and with her they would be unstoppable, the avengers would no longer be the most powerful.

Valerie seemed to be the only one to have kept her kindness and sympathy. To her sister she was seen as weak and sensitive and this had a lot of saying to how she was treated in the red room. Dreykov did everything to punish her, from psychical and mental abuse to sexual abuse. This did not help the girl at all, but instead made her more traumatized than she already was...

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#the red room #hydra #marvel #mcu #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff

[antigonewinchester]

The Mark & Hell, part 3

(Previous posts: Intro post; Dean & Hell, season 4; the Mark & Hell part 1; Dean & Hell redux; the Mark & Hell, part 2.)

9x11 is also the episode that explicitly continues the thread of Dean enjoying violence and using that violence to externalize his own pain, particularly with violence as revenge, a prominent aspect of his time torturing in Hell as well as in hunting generally.

Before giving him the Mark, Cain tests Dean to see how strong he is, letting several of Abaddon’s demon lackeys into the room:

DEAN So, this is your play?! Corn?! What am I not getting here? I mean, it's not like you're a coward. CAIN Since when does the great Dean Winchester ask for help? Well, that doesn't sound like the man I've read about on demon bathroom walls. Maybe you've lost a step. Let's find out. [He snaps his fingers and the door (and the fridge in front of it) fly open and STALKER DEMON and a GIRL DEMON rush in. CAIN snaps his fingers again and the door slams shut in front of the others outside.] CAIN [to the demons] Oh, don't mind me. [motions to DEAN] Enjoy yourself.

Dean then fights and kills the demons when they attack him, proving his prowess as a warrior to Cain.

In 9x19, “Alex Annie Alexis Ann,” Sam and Dean help rescue Alex, a teenager who was kidnapped by vampires as a child and then raised by them without being turned. Alex and her story loosely parallel not just aspects of Dean and his upbringing, with both of them helping their families on hunts, but also Dean’s time in Hell, with both Alex and Dean held captive and becoming the focus of an abusive faux-parental figure (the Mama vamp for Alex, Alastair for Dean).

Both Dean and Alex are framed as enjoying violence and hurting others in this ep. For Dean, there’s first when he confronts the vampire Dale:

DEAN You don't want to talk. No skin off my back. 'Cause you see, a blood-sucking, body-chipping vamp – that's bad enough, but vamps… that kidnap kids… Well, I'm going to enjoy putting you down. DALE Of course. Oh, I knew this was about Alexis. I warned mama that girl would screw everything up for us one day.

Near the end of the episode, Dean is attacked by the vampire Connor and fights back, killing him. Afterward, he and Sam talk about it:

SAM Nice work back there. "Look at me, bitch"? DEAN Well, hey, you got another snappy one-liner, I'm all ears. SAM What I'm saying is – it looked to me like you were enjoying it. Maybe too much. DEAN And? Well, sorry for not putting on a hair shirt. Killing things that need killing is kind of our job. Last I checked, taking pleasure in that is not a crime. SAM Right, but...

Dean is all in on hunting here, and particularly the killing side of it. If he’s not good enough to be a savior anymore, then he can at least take some satisfaction in still knowing how to kill, and killing vamps that have kidnapped kids in the bargain. There’s also a quasi-revenge element to Dean’s violence, not only for the vampires having hurt children and kidnapped Alex, but for Dean himself. When Connor attacks Dean, he pins Dean against the wall and goes for his throat, with Dean then getting out of his hold, pinning Connor against the wall, and cutting off his head, killing him in a similar way to how Connor was going to kill Dean moments ago. Dean’s line before he kills him – to “Look at [him], bitch” – also has connotations around humiliation, domination and control. It sounds, perhaps, like something demons could have said to Dean while he was being tortured in Hell, or that Dean himself could have said to one of his own victims.

For Alex, Dale is the one to frame her using this language:

[*FLASHBACK* There is a small flashback to ALEX in a bar getting hit on by a creepy man. She smiles at him and they leave the bar together. Then they are in the house and the man starts to make his move] MAN Come on, sweetie. Aren't you gonna give me a name? ALEX It's... Ann. MAN Mm. Sweet Ann. You got any idea what I'm about to do to you? ALEX Yeah. I do. Nothing. MAN What the… Is this a party? [ALEX'S brothers all walk in and they start to feed on the creepy man *END FLASHBACK*] DEAN She's your lure. DALE Best a vamp could ask for. And you better believe you don't get that good at it unless you enjoy it. In her own sweet way… Girl's as bloodthirsty as any vampire.

While one can be skeptical of Dale here, considering he was Alex’s captor, Alex perhaps enjoying aspects of these hunts and her shame around that feeling would then parallel Dean’s enjoyment of hunting / torturing and his subsequent guilt and moral injury. What that enjoyment could mean is quite complicated – finding a satisfaction in helping to kill creepy old men who would go after young girls? taking an indirect revenge on someone who wanted to rape her? just the experience of telling men No and then being able to enforce that boundary through their deaths? – but I don’t think it does Alex any favors to minimize the complexities of her feelings, her experiences as a captive, and how she lived through it. Later on, Alex describes what sounds like a moral injury when talking about hunting to her vampire Mama:

ALEX I love you, mama. I do. I just – I couldn't take it anymore. The blood and the death, the sounds of their screams. I just… I can't do it anymore. And the way I feel afterwards, the guilt… I'd rather die than feel that way again.

She similarly expresses shame about her actions and what she was forced to do to survive when talking to Jody in the final scene:

ALEX No, I'll just throw it up. But, uh, thank you. I want you to know that… When mama offered, I just… I couldn't disappoint her again. I had enough to be ashamed of as it is. Jody, I-I've done things.

Alex not wanting to “disappoint” her Mama also calls to mind how Alastair tried to use his approval of or disappointment in Dean to manipulate him during season 4. The first time is in 4x10:

DEAN hits ALASTAIR with a crowbar. ALASTAIR Dean, Dean, Dean…  I am so disappointed. You had such promise. ALASTAIR attacks DEAN and SAM.

and the second is in 4x16:

DEAN Now answer the question. ALASTAIR Or what? You'll work me over? But then, maybe you don't want to. Maybe you're, ah, scared to. DEAN I'm here, aren't I? ALASTAIR Not entirely. You left part of yourself back in the Pit. Let's see if we can get the two of you back together again, shall we? DEAN You're gonna be disappointed. [DEAN walks over to the cart.] ALASTAIR You have not disappointed me so far. Come on. You gotta want a little payback for everything I did to you. For all the pokes and prods. Hm? [DEAN is impassive.] No? Um… how about for all the things I did to your daddy? [DEAN's head comes up.]

Finally, there are some uncomfortable sexual undercurrents to Alex and Dean’s hunting experiences, as both of them weren’t only used as lures but as specifically sexualized bait. I’m going to put a pin in this theme now and return to it later on (because frankly I’m still sorting out my thoughts here).

When Dean is under the Mark’s influence in 9x22 and 9x23, he can’t let go of his desire for revenge on Gadreel for killing Kevin and kidnapping Sam, attacking Gadreel when he comes to make amends and help them take down Metatron. Unlike previously over the season, Sam isn’t able to call Dean back from the Mark’s power, and Sam and Cas have to lock Dean up to prevent him from hurting Gadreel or anyone else. However, Dean is able to escape with Crowley’s help, and the two of them work to track down Metatron until Dean and Sam reconnect mid-way thru 9x23. They seemingly go to face Metatron together, but Dean knocks Sam out and then attempts to take on Metatron alone. Unfortunately, even the Mark and the Blade aren’t enough to defeat the angel. Dean loses the fight, with Sam reaching him just as Metatron stabs Dean in the chest. Before Dean dies, he tells Sam, “it's better this way...” because the Mark was “making [him] into something [he doesn’t] want to be,” an echo of what Alex said about how she’d rather die than feel the guilt that came with helping her family hunt and kill people again. But (of course) Dean’s death isn’t the end, as Crowley then uses the Blade and the Mark to resurrect him as a Knight of Hell.

Sources

“4.10 Heaven and Hell (transcript).” Supernatural Wiki: A Supernatural Canon & Fanon Resource. 13 Nov 2018.

“4.16 On the Head of a Pin (transcript).” Supernatural Wiki: A Supernatural Canon & Fanon Resource. 11 Feb 2021.

“9.11 First Born (transcript).” Supernatural Wiki: A Supernatural Canon & Fanon Resource. 3 Apr 2021.

“9.19 Alex Annie Alexis Ann (transcript).” Supernatural Wiki: A Supernatural Canon & Fanon Resource. 19 Feb 2018.

“9.23 Do You Believe in Miracles? (transcript).” Supernatural Wiki: A Supernatural Canon & Fanon Resource. 4 Oct 2017.

femmedeanna. “Untitled” (Dean & Alex playing bait for monsters and humans, respectively). Tumblr, 2016.

#meta #meta personal #dean #dean & the mark #dean & hell #season 9 #there's seriously so much going on in 9x19 #queue

[starsaver94]

Taming the Beast Within Ch.8

After getting changed into their workout uniforms, the entirety of class 1-A stood outside in the U.A courtyard. Each one of them awaiting their teacher’s instructions. The lesson for the day was a quirk assessment test.

“But we’re gonna miss orientation!” The gravity girl exclaimed in disbelief.

“If you really wanna make it to the big leagues,” Aizawa explained “you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies.”

Gasps and murmurs of shock rippled through the crowed of students. Kyoko squeezed her fist and gulped. She know that taking a U.A course wasn’t going to be a cakewalk. But somehow with this teacher, she felt like this was the equivalent of a newborn kitten facing a large tiger.

“Here at U.A, we’re not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit.”

Kyoko’s heart began to pound harshly in her chest. Now, the tiger was starting to bare its teeth and claws.

“You’ve been taking standardized tests for most of your school life. But you never once got to use your quirks in physical exams.”

Use our quirk…? Physical exams…? Oh no…

Kyoko knew that her quirk was not meant for physical or sporty activities. If anything, it was best for scouting or move predictions.

I’m going to humiliate myself in front of all my classmates. On the first day no less.

“The country is still trying to pretend that we’re all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It’s just not rational. One day the Ministry of Education will learn their lesson.”

Aizawa turns his attention towards Bakugou.

“Bakugou, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball during Junior High?”

Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed in thought at this question “67 meters, I think.”

Aizawa nods his head at this supposedly correct answer “Right, now try doing the exact same exercise while using your quirk.”

Aizawa hands Bakugou a grey and white softball before leading him over to a large chalk circle drawn in the dirt.

“Anything goes just as long you stay in the circle.”

Bakugou stretches his arms before preparing to throw the ball. Then, putting as much force as he can, he throws it.

*BOOM*

The sound of a loud explosion rang through Kyoko’s ears as clouds of smoke and orange-yellow light followed in its wake. The softball was sent flying into the air with the amount of force that was put into Bakugou’s pitch.

Kyoko stares wide eyed and open mouthed at the sight. She then lets out a terrified squeak as the realization hits her.

That… could’ve been me…

Her legs began to shake at the image that appeared in her head. Bakugou setting off an explosion that would send her flying into the stratosphere, leaving nothing but a cloud of smoke were she once stood.

Aizawa held up the small device he was holding and showed it to the other students, who all let out amazed and shocked gasps at the numbers that were displayed on the screen.

705.2 meters.

“705 meters, are you kidding me?”

“This looks like fun! I wanna go!”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about, we get to use our quirks as much as we want!”

A serious aura clouds over Aizawa “So this looks fun, huh? Listen, you all have three years here at this school to become a hero. You really think it’s all going to be just fun and games?”

A sinister smile grows on the teachers face, making cold chill run through Kyoko’s body “Idiots. Today, you’ll be competing in eight physical tests in order to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be immediately expelled.”

Expelled?!

No… No… I can’t be expelled! Not after I just got here!

But… My quirk is useless when it comes to physical challenges!

And everyone else is so much stronger than me…

I didn’t even use my quirk during the practical exam…

No!

Kyoko shakes her head in an attempt to clear it.

Snap out of it!

“It’s like I said, I get to decide how this class is run. Understand? If anyone has a problem with that, then they can head home right now.”

Kyoko’s heart began to speed up in her chest and memories from middle school began to flash in her mind.

Kyoko let out a grunt of pain as she was thrown against the chain-link fence by a teenage Ryoto.

“Come on crybaby, fight back already!” He roars as he swings his tail down on Kyoko who, fortunately, blocks it with her arm.

A low, rumbling growl could be heard coming from the dragon-like teen as he uses his foot to pin Kyoko to the dirt underneath.

“You really want to enter U.A? Please, you don’t have a chance!” He presses his foot harder into Kyoko’s stomach “A crybaby like you? A weakling with a completely useless quirk? Ha! What a joke!”

Kyoko lets out a small yelp of pain as Ryoto’s sharp, claw-like toenails dig into her stomach. Creating a dark stain on her uniform.

“Why don’t you just get it through your head already? I’m only trying to help you. But, if you don’t want to listen to my advice. Then oh well, it’s your funeral.”

“You can’t just send one of us home!” Kyoko was snapped out of her thoughts when the brown-haired girl decided to speak up.

“We just got here! Even if it wasn’t the first day, that isn’t fair!”

She’s right…

“Oh? And you think natural disasters are?” Aizawa retorts “Or power-hungry villains? What about catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness. It’s a hero’s job to fight that unfairness. If you want to be a pro, you’re gonna have to push yourselves to the edge. For the next three years you spend here, U.A will throw you one hardship after another. So, go beyond Plus-Ultra style.”

Aizawa gives a taunting motion with his hand “Now, show me that it’s no mistake that you’re here.”

Alright…

I’ll just have…

To give it my all then!

[cosmicmurders]

Murdered Lovers

Trigger warnings: Mentions of blood, Death, mentions of puking, Detailed gore

Summary: Evelyn Amor is a homicide investor, but what happens when the victims this time around are people she knows. Will she be able to crack this case before it cracks her?

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Tonight was one of the worse nights I had in a while, a family not far from here was murdered. Those poor kids never saw it coming, their small bodies covered in blood from being beaten parts of their skulls showing from their heads. The parents were worse their whole face was gone from the head, the hands cut from them. Whoever did is sick, sick in the head. Oh jeez Even when I walk through the park it still smells of a dead body. This job is so... So... Holy shit what is that? It looked like somebody was on that huge tree in the middle of the park.

As I walked closer to the tree I saw the black shadow I saw it was getting bigger, I took out my phone flashlight and shined it on the figure I saw. I wasn't ready for what was I about to see. It was my first ever high school sweetheart, Loba Winters.... we broke up way before cause she was leaving for college. She would've been 29 right now. Her birthday was so close, but now it seemed so far away. I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing in front of me.

Her body is disfigured and twisted in all different ways. Her once beautiful Black hair was now stained bloodied red. Her eyes…. Dear god her eyes are so cold it could make anyone puke up what they made for dinner last night. She must have died in so much pain. Her body is just hanging up there, lifeless. What did she do to get this kind of cruel death? Why was she killed like this? My vision started to blur and I fell on my knees holding my belly. My mind was racing, thinking too much about too many things. That smell, it's so disgusting it's so... I looked down at the grass trying to keep it cool. But I just couldn't and ended up puking my guts out, I was right... The body could make anyone puke up what they ate last night. I had to call this in.

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Everyone finally got here. The crime scene unit started taking photos. The photos they had to take, oh the shame she must feel, her dead body just there. May her soul rest in peace. They had gotten her body down from the tree, freeing her lifeless body from being humiliated. The captain came to ask me if I was okay, I tried to stay calm, "Yeah I'm fine" but the last part came out broken. It was then when I broke I couldn’t believe it….I loved her I cared for her. And she was just gone. Snuffed out, her flame gone too soon. it wasn't fair. “It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault, I want you to understand that. This sick monster is to blame, I swear we’ll get them. They hit one of our own. Don't worry Evie, we got you” It felt like a part of me shattered into pieces, I couldn't breathe. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. It was like I was suffering from a lack of air. I needed to breathe I wanted to wake up and think it was all a dream. I wanted to see her on the stage again being silly and laughing. Being the biggest goofball ever. But it wasn't a dream… It was a nightmare We found five more bodies and all of them were ex-lovers of mine. Who could've done this to them...

Victim#1 Loba Winter                        Victim#2 Melody Booth              

Victim#3 Jason Miller                        Victim#4 Rika Lin      

Victim#5 Ethan Baker                         Victim#6 Aki Yunoso   

#gore #horror #lovers #Murder #story #original story #murderedlovers #cosmicmurders

[mrsman]

I am doing all the shadow work and inner child healing and the sinking down trying to stop being hyper vigilant cultivate safety but the crux of it the real issue of it in a relationship is my low self esteem and it’s not because I don’t like myself I do I love myself but I’m afraid anyone who loves me that isn’t family can and will leave when they uncover who I truly am and see that I’m not enough for them at least not long term so I stopped investing or caring or giving love freely and tried over time to close my heart up like a clamshell

It’s not my fault but I see that I definitely had a big hand in everything that happened and I created an environment that all the love seeped out of and I tried to stop being “obsessive” because I thought it was my worst flaw but in that I really just turned off my vulnerable self and stopped reaching out and letting myself be reached by my partner and that created a big void that then my partner went out and tried to have someone else step in and rectify it and it blew up our entire relationship

And at the end of the day when I examine my goals and motives up close I see that I was protecting myself from day 1 and I see my future as inevitably dying alone and without any one to call family that I got to choose and chose me back and I was okay with it because then I wouldn’t have to worry that one day my true self would get uncovered and spook my partner and the whole house of cards would come crashing down on me

Well it ended and I got out “unscathed” he doesn’t think I’m crazy probably just obsessive and needing to move on

That obsessive nature of mine my deepest insecurity unable to move on or ever let go and creeping out any boy I wanted to date before him and then suffocating him until he had to leave and now years later still from afar being obsessive 🤙 super rad suz good job real nice call back to your Ivan days when you literally had a journal with his name in it 🤦🏻‍♀️ I hope I never see him again but I also hope anyone who knows me and encounters him apologizes for me because I can’t fucking explain why I was that way and I’m so sorry the loneliness was a prison at that time and my way out was to idealize a stranger and now I still can’t escape it when I have dreams and I apologize to him or we “hang out” and he sees I’m superrr normal it’s embarrassing

I remember in middle school when I had a crush on a boy named Austin bc he was cute and I obsessed and told everyone and then somehow ⁉️ the whole school found out 🤯 and everyone made fun of me and the humiliation stuck to me but I still couldn’t stop doing it except in high school I was almost friends with Ivan then I ruined it and then there was Dustin and he was legitimately an asshole so it was just a placeholder a pretty face with no substance and then we get to peter ofc my partner in crime my baby all that stupid romantic stuff I hate myself for saying and I actually befriended him but when he showed signs of liking me back I truly did not believe it and the fear that fear never ever left and last year when my brother banged on the door when we were being intimate it was over for me now he was in my traumatic household and he was gonna see my through my farce that I wasn’t a stable long term partner and eventually I’ll probably be just like my brother it’s just a matter of time before I’m caught for stalking him or some shit I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I tried so hard to pull back and fold into myself and make it smaller make my love smaller make myself into an impenetrable wall so it wouldn’t hurt when we moved in together and we slept next to each other every night and he would look at me and would see it that crazy stupid little kid and think what am I doing this is not worth it

I love that stupid crazy little girl she’s trying her best and I think I really do think he did too and it was unfounded but I’m doing it again now I’m trying to do Gods will but i feel like I’m just trapping guilt in a box and gift wrapping it for him when he gets around to checking on me it’s just sad I would like to leave him alone and let myself die alone like I want to and not believe in anything but I’m Christian I have to listen I know we have a special connection and hey maybe in a decade then God can do his will and it’ll be okay it’ll work everything will be so far in the past it won’t matter anymore

But even saying that it’s so crazy this is crazy everyone is right I’m nuts and one day this mind is gonna break and spill out on the streets and I don’t know who’s gonna take spoopy but I really hope it’s peter bc she loves him so much and misses him but it’s also okay if not maybe he’ll get married she’s not a spring chicken either so it’s okay I’ll stay sane until she goes then we both go? What a concept

I’m sorry if anyone read this and felt sad I’m okay I’m just processing and reformulating and being me for once

[phoenixrising0308]

Goodbye, you two. Hello, you three.

Wacky Drabble #100 :)!!!

Message to the drabblers: Wow, 100 weeks of wacky! emceesynonymroll invited me to join some of the most amazing people on this journey and the work is now carried on by wackydrabbles. I was a part of the 1st class of dabblers and so I wanted to make sure that whatever I did this week that this drabble would be one of them. I wanted to do something special so I brought back the prompt that started it all “Don’t open that box.” Who knows where my writing journey will take me but thank you for allowing me to come home. I hope to put this golden ticket to good use.

dcbbw bbrandy2002 burnsoslow you were my very first tags when this all started! xoxoxo

Drabble Prompt #100: This is huge - we need to celebrate!

Books: The Royal Romance, Perfect Match, & The Nanny Affair, (Character visitors) … W.E else I throw in here it’s a wacky NOTHING makes sense.

Rating: G

Pairing: Liam x OC, Damien Nazario x OC, Leo x? Drake x?

This is an alternative universe that might be something *fingers crossed*

Song Inspiration: The Weeknd & Ariana Grande - Save Your Tears (Remix)

Word count: 500 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Reading time: 8 minutes

Cordonia

1 month ago

It was the feast of the five kingdoms and she was trapped in a porta-potty. She broke the lock trying to exit. She pulled out her weapon to shoot but it was jammed as she holstered it fired and she shot herself in the foot. She fell into the door, the force knocking over the porta-potty finally freeing her but exposing her foolishness.

Present-day

His gray eyes were red-rimmed the Rhys family had enough of the incompetence during the Royal Regatta he walked away on their orders to get them Cordonian Apple flavored cotton candy but he failed to secure his charges’ wheelchair and they fell into the ocean. The solid gold Cordonian ruby-encrusted wheelchair weighing them down. The Crown no longer could afford any more humiliation.

The Crown Prince handed the head of the Royal guard a box.

“What is it?” he said as he attempted to remove the tape.

The Crown Prince looked at him and said, “Don’t open that box.”

“Sir after all these years.”

“Yes, Bass. I have decided to terminate your employment. Now that Mara can ambulate she has also been terminated. I had to hire a public relations firm to fix our image and they thought it best that we terminate you and Mara. There have been far too many issues with the guard. I have decided to take the Royal Guard in a new direction.”

“Who will replace me?”

“Amanda Pruitt, our HR Director, is assisting me in recruitment efforts. We sought out law enforcement expertise overseas. So my brother, the Queen’s mother, the future Queen, and I will have new details.”

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New York

Damien Nazario sat in his assigned seat and he was headed to his new home Cordonia working as private security for the Royal Cordonian family. He played the events over in his head the reason he decided a life overseas could help him get over her.

“Kai, you picked a fucken robot over me?”

“Damien, he has a beautiful soul.”

“It’s a fucken walking X-Box is what that is!”

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She held the ‘Star Gossip’ tears streaming down her face today’s headline ‘This is huge - we need to celebrate! Sam marries Sofia! PLUS the DOJ and FTC approve Dalton - Russo merger.’ “I saved his kids from getting kidnapped white van 80’s style, and still he married her. He told me he was ending it last night!” Alessandra said.

“I get it he makes your panties drop but he is a liar. Fucking the boss always ends up in tragedy. It’s like some impossible dream. We are always the help.” Jessica’s phone rang and she took the call and said, “I accept.” She turned to her best friend and said, “ I got the job.”

Alessandra’s phone rang, and she picked up and said, “I accept.” Alessandra wiped her tears and said, “We are moving to Cordonia. Fuck Sam.”

“Save those tears for another day, time to leave these broken hearts behind. Cordonia here we come.”

*edited to change F!OC name on 10.16.2022 -J