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The Only Exception (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,523

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes, drinking, sad story retelling (mentions of death and loss)

A/N: Moving right along…and yes, I used a Keep Reading line. Also, shout out to @redgillan for making my day brighter.

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Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays @iamindeedapotato @pipindaae @gad-jefferson @series-killerr @creepycute08 @viliantv@brienne-evenfall @sunshinerainbowunicorn @trickstrqueen @liv-livingafandomlife @gamzeenmakara @ham-for-ham @fruityfrootloops@canyoubemyfour @whimsicalfangirlthings @kakapo-the-owl-parrot @ssnips @iimnotyourson @theonethatscalledtay @k9effect@meagisnotamazing @lunahdeer @karoline-phantom @aham-threw-his-shot-away @arissanoddle @autistic-alien@aceplaysbass @bathtab @xthaynesxalcoholx @sovaiill @jamiltone @youreyesaretherealtruthtellers @artandshitposts @gold–cleaver @externallyandinternallyscreaming @iloveunicorns64

Word Count: 3228

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @limpblotter @feral-tomcat-hamilton and @lafilton for beta-reading my trash <3

okay and aaaah @theonethatscalledtay and @canyoubemyfour for their gorgeous fan art!!!

A/N: yIKES enjoy the angst


Alex calmed down as the day went on. Once his attack was over and his anxiety had decreased, he found he was ravenous. He was so hungry, in fact, that he practically devoured his sandwich in one gulp, pleasing Laf immensely. After he’d eaten, they all lounged about and talked for a few hours, just trying to enjoy the warm weather and one another’s company, with one notable exception; John remained almost completely silent and subdued, staring off into space.  

“Hey, you know what we haven’t done in forever?” Herc asked suddenly, ending a silence in which both Laf and Alex were trying to nap. Alex sat up groggily, rubbing at his eyes with his fist.

“What?” he demanded, his voice rough from tiredness.

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4 AM

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jared Padalecki, Jason (OMC), Rose (OMC)

Pairing: Jason (OMC) x Reader, Jared x Reader

Warnings: Postpartum Depression, Depression, Anxiety attacks, Dickbag husband, Cheating (not Jared), Horrible childhood, Lousy In-Laws      

Word Count: 2000ish

A/N: This is my entry for @luci-in-trenchcoats 2K Follower Challenge where my prompt was: “You’re gonna tell me everything”

It is also 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: It Comes Back To You

Thanks so much to amazing sweet (yet slightly grumpy) @mysupernaturalfics for betaing angst for me.

You felt as if there was a hole inside of you. The hole was nothing new. It had been there for days, weeks, months, even the depths of it wasn’t new. You had felt the deep dark nothingness inside, that threatened to swallow you once before and it scared the crap out of you. The feeling of being completely and utterly alone had never been more profound though and this time you knew it was true.

You had been the poor girl in the neighborhood growing up. The girl that everyone felt sorry for because her mom was a drunk and her dad was never around. You had never wanted people’s pity. It had infuriated you. You didn’t want people to feel sorry for you. You wanted them to see past your circumstances and see you. You didn’t want them to only give you the time a day because they felt bad for the girl in the holed shoes and size too small clothes that came from a thrift store.

You had been very young when you had decided you never wanted people to feel sorry for you ever again. You wanted a different life for yourself. You wanted a life, a big house, a husband and kids. You wanted all the things you never had growing up and you had fought tooth and nail to get it.

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The Sweetest- *Quarterback!Theo*

Okay. @stydiajeep or something like that requested this a LOOONG time ago. (apologises if I tagged you for nothing) I haven’t forgotten and this pic inspired me. And an anon requested something about a glutton boyfriend. Let’s hope this tied together as well as I hoped. Here it goes, I love you so much. Thanks for the request.

Also- thanks to @wiccanthrope for helping to provide the proper circumstances for me to remember I had this request floating around.

Warnings: It’s long af. Food porn. Real porn. I may have inherited @lilshitwayne‘s clean fetish so we’ll see. Phew- let’s get into it.


You stood on the sidelines waving your pom poms and cheering loudly as your boyfriend, Theo had scored a touchdown, winning Beacon Hills the championship. He looked over and shot you a wink as his teammates all flocked him, it’d be impossible to get to him now. Not while they were hoisting him onto their shoulders as he held the trophy. Thank God that they’d won, you thought.

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The Question

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing, I have a mouth like a sailor, I’m not sorry.

What happens when Steve’s got something up his sleeve, but he’s acting weird. To top it off you run into your ex, who only shifts the night from confusing, into what in the actual fuck? Can the night be salvaged or is will this get the best of you and Steve?

@chrisevansthedoritobastard   @holahellohialoha  
@almightyunnie @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
@iwillbeinmynest  @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked
@goodnightwife  @irepeldirt
@yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci
@buckyb-avengers  @winterboobaer
@mrhowardstark @rileyloves5
@ria132love @mystery94
@marvelfandom-stuff  @tequilavet

“Steve?” You shake his hand that was laced with yours, you stop walking looking at him, your eyebrow cocked at him.

“Huh? Sorry.” Steve shakes his head coming back to earth.

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Real Bullets

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:   1211
Requested by Anonymous:  How about being an actress on the show and someone swapping out the fake bullets for real ones and one of the J’s accidentally shooting you like angst then fluff

Warning: injured reader



        You were sitting on Jensen’s lap in his trailer while the two of you waited to be called onto set to film.

          “I really don’t want to do that scene,” Jensen sighed.

          “Why?” you asked, running your fingers through his short hair, “It’s just acting. Not like you’re really shooting me.”

          “Still. I don’t like it. I don’t like that I’ll be pointing a gun at you,” he said, “It doesn’t feel right.”

          “Just get your lines right and it’ll be over before you know it,” you teased him, “No worries.”

          He pulled you closer, “If you say so.”

          You kissed him softly, “I say so. I love you.”

          “I love you too.”

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Loving You

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N), Mentions of Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 894

Summary: Love Conquers All. Right?

Warnings: Nothing but fluff…maybe a dust of angst…maybe…

Author’s Note: Heyyy guys! This is my entry for @avasmommy224‘s birthday challenge! I had two prompts! Both can be seen below in bold :) I know it’s a few days late and I apologize immensely for this. I really liked how this turned out! I really hope you all like it! Feedback is greatly appreciated, my loves!! 



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o0o-chibaken-o0o  asked:

How long is this interview going to last? Is it infinite? I really want it to be infinite. Also if you were going to write a fanfic about yourselves, what would the plot be?

(I can sense you’re so done with my shit hahahaha! I’m sorry, I honestly am just taking everything I get at this point, hahahahahahaha!)


Draco: Honestly, you could just write our story as it is - there’s enough drama to last–

Harry: Anything with just loads of sex.

Draco: *curls lip* 

Harry: Where I’m just giving it to him, you know?

Draco: *shakes head* Do you ever use your other brain? Not the one between your legs, the other one up there under that rat’s nest you call hair..

Harry: Have you looked at your arse? Can you blame me?

Draco: *sighs over a grin* So, as I was saying–

Harry: Just give me all the sex, I’d read it; hell we both would–

Draco: Leave me out of this.

Harry: But you love reading before bed and it would make for some really great… bedtime stories. *exaggerated wink* If you know what I mean?

Draco: Darling, I always know what you mean. 

Harry: That’s ‘cause you’re so smart…and handsome

Draco: Flattery will get you–

Harry: –and have the best fashion sense in the world.

Draco: Everywhere. Flattery will get you everywhere. And it just got you very lucky.

Harry: *victory dances*

blame that picture of Louis with a horse, I take no responsibility for any of this.

~*~

Louis can’t remember the last time the smell of hay and old leather came to him and made him feel safe instantly, but that it’s been too long is what he knows for certain. He lets the smell settle into his bones, breathes in deep, and promptly forgets about everything that had been waiting at the tip of his tongue. 

Quite frankly, when Harry had given him the address of where to pick him up earlier, Louis hadn’t been prepared. The last thing he’d expected was to be led into old stables and be confronted with real life horses for the first time in years. What he expected even less was to see Harry on one of said horses, elegantly making his way through the riding hall with a straighter posture than Louis has ever seen on him when he’s with both feet on the ground.

It takes his breath away. Harry is beautiful, sat on top of the white Arabian as if he’s royalty, and the two of them together are a team that Louis wishes he could look at forever and put in his pocket to take out and treasure whenever he feels that deep burn in his veins again. 

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Yeah ok ok I get that the guidance counselor could have done more to help I guess but like before we call him the Absolute Worst let’s sit back and consider things
• Hannah wouldn’t tell him who assaulted her and idk about y'all but I literally can’t think of a single thing that ANYONE can do to change anything if you are giving them nothing to work with. I know sexual assault is so so so awful and I completely understand that it’s difficult for victims to talk about their experience but I also am failing to understand why clay and Hannah both get so angry about the fact that the counselor is unable to take action on it. Should he have called her parents? Probably. But that doesn’t change the fact that if he doesn’t know who raped her, he can’t do anything to eradicate the issue. She seems ready enough to tell him until he says that he can’t ensure that Bryce will go to jail (which is to be blamed on the legal system and not the counselor), and even though he says he will do everything he can to protect her and keep her safe, she still refused because he can’t promise the endgoal of Bryce ending up in jail. And yes, I know the big issue everyone has is his “move on” comment….he could have worded it much better but honestly what else could he say at that point? She doesn’t seem to want to take action on it and any sound person would advice someone to move on from bad things rather than let it fester inside them and dominate their lives. Hannah also can’t seem to grasp that “move on” doesn’t mean “get over it.” He’s suggesting that she try to work through this and put it behind her but she responds as if he tells her it wasn’t a big deal and just to forget it happened.
• Hannah basically expects the counselor to read her mind. She gives him almost no insight into what she’s thinking and what she’s been to and then is driven over the edge when he doesn’t come running after her when she leaves. You have to talk to someone about things for them to understand. People don’t have ESP and can’t just intuitively pick up on what’s in your head. Therapy didn’t work for me for years because I wouldn’t tell my therapists what was on my mind, I didn’t want to talk about it, I wanted them to just know. But like you can’t do that. I hate Hannah’s mentality of “I just want someone to save me!!!” because it just does not work that way. You have to let someone know what’s happening if you expect help to be given.

So anyway chill out w the guidance counselor I feel like he did his best considering the circumstances

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disclaimer ive never been drunk and i cant remember the last time i went to ikea and there are a couple twists from the skit that dont rly work so accuracy is not a thing BUT ANYWAY

@actualyuuri i hOPE YOURE HAPPy
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i hate to be this way but if 6x10 was the last of stiles, i will never think of teen wolf the same way. it’s not the casts fault nor is it dylan’s, it’s not mtv’s problem, and of course i can’t blame any of this on the producers and writers. they all went above and beyond to even make it possible for dylan to be apart of season 6 which i am so thankful for. but just thinking about the series as a whole and who stiles is to the show and other characters, it’s wrong for him to leave the storyline. the objective and driving force of 6a was to remember stiles. after this was achieved, a few minutes of screen time where things were back to normal didn’t feel right. it didn’t feel justified and was anticlimactic. stiles’ absence has and will change everything as shown. having to possibly lose him after the continuation of the show, especially after 6a’s plot is heartbreaking for me. stiles brings out certain aspects of people and surroundings that can’t be replaced just like so many other previous teen wolf characters. for me, he brings out the best parts. these are just my thoughts and feelings. i am in no way trying to blame anyone involved with teen wolf. i will always support and watch the show until the end and hope others will too, regardless of if stiles is in 6b.

ohsodraco  asked:

I realised I really must write to gush and flail at you and say these Drarry asks are the best thing that have happened to me all week:)). So thank you so much for all this perfect Drarryish awesomeness! :) A question for the boys: if you could change anything about each other would you, and if so what would you change?

(Thank you very much! I’m enjoying myself so much and I’m glad you guys are indulging me and putting up with all my randomness!  ❤️)


Draco: Nothing. Genuinely nothing. ‘cause otherwise he wouldn’t be the man I fell in love with.

Harry: *thoughtful* …He does this one thing–

Draco: *glaring* You’re joking!

Harry: –beats himself up over the past.

Draco: …

Harry: Sometimes I get a feeling that he’s determined to never forget it. It’s like he wants to punish himself every now and then because of who he was pretending to be all those years ago.

Draco: I don’t know what sort of person I’d be if I just forgot everything, Harry. You don’t get it, you’ve only ever done good–

Harry: *barks out a laugh* Are you serious right now?

Draco: I am, but I don’t want to fight about this because you’re not going to understand it from my end and I can’t even blame you for that–

Harry: There is nothing to understand. Stop beating yourself up and leave the past in the past.

Draco: *silent raging*

Harry: It hurts to watch the way he sometimes just…disappears from the room even while sitting right next to me; I can’t see him go through it over and over–

Draco: I change my mind - I do want to change something about him.

Harry: *expectant*

Draco: He can’t bear everybody’s cross; he can’t fight off everybody’s demons. He can’t save everyone and sometimes that’s okay, and he needs to learn this.

Harry: Yes but this is you in question; it’s hysterical if you expect me not to save you.

Draco: You already saved me. You’ve been saving me for years now. And I’ll always come back, no matter how often I slip away like you claim I do.

Harry: …You’d better.

Draco: *shifts closer* I will, I promise.

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Originally posted by veriloquentmind

~ EXO!Gangsters/Mafia

~ Junmyeon x (she)reader

~ Inspiration to one of @wonho-ful-reactions pieces of work, thank you :) x


Being married to the leader of the EXO aka Asia’s biggest and most feared mafia gang had its perks: nice car, nice house, traveling, respect from others, and a nice life overall. Except the reason that you were here in the first place… Junmyeon. You have no choice in this marriage, Junmyeon wanted you for himself, all for himself. If only he could get the same message.


You didn’t want to admit it but you were jealous, girls and boys practically throw themselves towards Junmyeon and the other EXO members, some of them gladly respond but the thought of Junmyeon with someone else sickened you to the core.


A soft voice pierced your thoughts. “(Y/N)?”


You jumped slightly at the noise and came back from your imagination. “Sorry, I was just thinking about tonight.”


The maidservant smiled as she set out your outfit for the evening, a long pearly white dress with a silver belt decorated with beautiful gems and diamonds; paired with bedazzled shoes to match. “Mr Junmyeon will love to see you in this dress, my lady.”


You nodded in response and turned back to your dressing table. The maidservant walked over to you and began to work her magic. Slowly taking pieces of your freshly washed hair and creating a small plaited bun on the back of your head. Usually you would have another person to do your hair and makeup, however Charlotte is talented in those areas, despite her being just a servant.


“There… finished,” She said proudly. You closely into the mirror beside you and saw her wonderful creation. You looked beautiful, even if it was hard to admit.


Charlotte’s eyes frantically went from your hair to the reflection, back and forth, back and forth. “So… do you like it?” She asked hesitantly, grasping her hands tightly together.


“Yes, I love it.” You smiled back. She breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Now let’s get you dressed.”


You gently walked down the long steps into the front foyer, holding onto the banister for support in your tall heels. There were many people waiting in the huge room for transportation to arrive to then be whisked away to the ball. However, Junmyeon was nowhere to be seen. Your bottom lip protrudes slightly in sadness, even if your husband did annoy you most of the time, you did miss him. Especially on a night like this, these balls were infamous for hosting great mafia gangs and groups alike, it was an evening filled with trades, deals, and negotiating; in an orderly fashion.


You feel a warmth on your shoulder. Jongdae greeted you in a tight embrace. As if he read your mind he says, “Junmyeon hyung is going to meet us at the ball, he had some work to deal with.”


If you had a penny for each time you heard that, you would be able to take over the mafia yourself. Jongdae noticed your sudden drop in mood and gave you a reassuring smile. You liked Jongdae a lot, and the other EXO members too, but Jongdae knew about your jealously and love/hate about Junmyeon, he’s the only one you trust with such secret information.


“Come on babe, let’s go.” Jongdae said holding out his arm for you to grasp.


You snorted at his words, “My husband would kill you if he heard you say that.”


You’d seen some amazing things in your life but this place was unforgettable. A tall singular chandelier hung from the ceiling, the light coming through projected rainbow patterns onto the decorated walls. The humongous room was filled to the brim with people, all dressed to their best. A soft tune of jazz echoed in the background which had people slowly swaying too. This place screamed the life of luxury and lavishness.


After taking in the beauty of the setting, you focused yourself onto one thing. Junmyeon. Jongdae said he was here… where is he??


You squeezed through the crowd and bumped into people but he was nowhere to be seen. You had even asked rival gang member Namjoon from BTS if he had seen your husband, you received no answer.


You huffed out in frustration and brought your hand to your hurting head. You needed a breath of fresh air to calm your senses. You made your way towards the back entrance, which overlooked the gardens to the mansion. Even during the dark night, it still looked beautiful.


The cold evening air prickled your skin as you walked towards a rock bench. You plopped yourself down and looked at your surroundings. Your eyes scanned the setting. People, people, another bench, more people, Junmyeon, a plant, even more people… wait… Junmyeon??


You blinked your eyes in shock and tried to focus on the figure in the distance. He was stood with a woman, who was wearing a tight black dress. She was clearly trying to get his attention, showing off her long legs, flashing a toothy smile. You were used to this kind of stuff, it happens on a daily. You sighed at her attempt.


You start to make your way over to your husband for a strong word to word when you’re stopped in your tracks. He was… smiling at her. Laughing at her jokes. Looking her up and down like a piece of meat. He was liking the attention he was being given. This was your worst nightmare. Your heart shattered. Your gasped at the scenery so loud it alerted Junmyeon. Abruptly, he averted his eyes to meet your broken ones. His face went blank, guilt rushed over.


You ran from the scene with tears biting at your eyes. You dashed towards the next empty vehicle, not stopping despite the shouts from your husband behind you.


“Take me home please.” You said quickly to the driver, slamming the car door.


“Which house ma’am?” He questioned looking at you through the rear-view mirror.


“The EXO house.” You sighed.


Once you saw your bed, you collapsed onto it and burst into tears. Everything was coming up to that one moment, all your jealous thoughts had been true. You tried so hard to deny your love for Junmyeon, despite all the love he gave you. Seeing him looking at someone sparked this emotion you had never felt for him before. If only you knew this sooner. Now here you are, enveloped by your tears and dirty tissues. Welling over your husband you now only love due to jealously and envy. Oh, how the tables turn…


“(Y/N)?”


You know that voice so well.


You couldn’t bear to look at him, you were torn between punching him straight in the jaw or tackling him to the bed in kisses. Best to look away…


Junmyeon sighed and rested himself next to you on the bed. His dark eyes showed concern and sadness.


He gently placed his hand onto yours and rubbed slow circles onto your thumb.


“(Y/N)… I am so sorry for what I did.” You didn’t respond. “But I had to.”


What?…


Your head quickly snapped up to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean you had to?” Your words turning slowly more sinister as each syllable was spoken.  


Junmyeon chuckled slightly and moved his lips to your forehead, a soft kiss. He pulls away. “Blame Jongdae.” He said smirking “He told me everything.”


You couldn’t help but smile a little. “Remind me to never tell anyone anything around here.”


Junmyeon’s smile grew wider and he kissed you again on the cheek. Hand placed on the lower part of your back.


You turned to look at your husband. For the first time in years you look at him with love. This is all Junmyeon could ever ask for, his dream had come true.
You both leant forwards to embrace in a passionate kiss. You were finally both happy, with each other. Forever and always.


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Jaebum is surrounded by the same two officers that had questioned Hanna, in the same chair as well.

“We have here that you’re a threat.” Officer Jang who had called him, looks at his notepad for his resources.

“I am?” Jaebum doesn’t quite understand how.

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Not All Wounds Heal (Part 8/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 7

“Steve, man, you’ve gotta call Tony,” Sam warned, watching Steve hesitate before dialing the number. “This is way bigger than what’s going on with you guys.  If you don’t do it, you know damn well that I’m gonna.”  He waited patiently for his answer of what Steve would do, standing steady in a striking contrast to the trembling nerves that had taken the confidence from the normally unwavering man in front of him.

“I know,” he groaned, “but what do I even say?  Hey, Tony, not only am I harboring the guy who killed your parents, but now I’ve got (Y/N) thinking that it was her because she did something that I never should have asked her to do in the first place?  If he ever considered forgiving me for everything that’s happened, I’ve completely shattered that idea now.”

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I find that when I think I am asking God to forgive me I am often in reality (unless I watch myself very carefully) asking Him to do something quite different. I am asking Him not to forgive me but to excuse me. But there is all the difference in the world between forgiving and excusing. Forgiveness says “Yes, you have done this thing, but I accept your apology, I will never hold it against you and everything between us two will be exactly as it was before.” But excusing says “I see that you couldn’t help it or didn’t mean it, you weren’t really to blame.”…

Real forgiveness means looking steadily at the sin, the sin that is left over without any excuse, after all allowances have been made, and seeing it in all its horror, dirt, meanness and malice, and nevertheless being wholly reconciled to the man who has done it.

—  CS Lewis | The Weight of Glory
“I wasn’t there.” *Trigger Warnings*

Written by: @ilovebeingjoyful
Posted: March 17th, 2017
Pairing: Dad/Tony x Teenage Daughter Reader
Warnings: *Trigger warnings* This is a fic based around the reader being in an abusive home. The abuse includes Verbal abuse, hitting, slapping, hair pulling, and pushing.
Requested by anon: “Hey there! I was hoping to request some dad tony fluff..he has a teenage daughter but her mom has custody and he kept in touch to make her she had everything she needed. He finds out that she’s being physically abused by the mom and new husband so he fights for custody and wins.”
AN: If you are in an abusive home, PLEASE SEEK HELP!!! 

The fic starts off with abuse. I didn’t want to risk triggering someone as they scrolled passed, so that is why the “keep reading” tab abnormally soon.


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