sobs all the way to the kitchen

And All This Devotion (1/1)

Happy Valentine’s Day, @once-upon-a-captain-swan!

Hi, dollface! I’m your CSSV and had so much fun writing this for you. I’ve enjoyed our little chats over the last few weeks and I hope you enjoy the story. I tried to put as many little touches of you in it as I could. 

xoxo,

Megan

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The knock came at 2:05. It was tentative, barely pulling Killian out of a dreamless sleep and for a moment, he thought he’d imagined it. Fuzzy-brained, he was a second away from chalking it up to a rattling pipe or noise from the street when another knock came, this one more insistent. 

Tossing the covers off and cursing as he kicked his feet free from the tangled sheet, he padded through the living room, throwing the deadbolt and dramatically pulling the door open, ready to give his untimely visitor hell while wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs and a scowl.

The piss and vinegar was short-lived when his eyes fell onto the figure standing in the hallway. 

Her face was red and blotchy with strands of blonde hair sticking to tear tracks. A cheap diaper bag, stretched to the limits and overflowing, was slung over her shoulder, one of those infant car seats designed for carrying at her feet, the baby inside asleep. 

Chin lifting just enough to convey some measure of pride, her eyes wouldn’t rise enough meet his. When she spoke it was to the dog tags resting on his chest.

“We didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

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This Dance

Prompt: “Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist,” you pleaded. And after that, there was no going back.

A/N: I saw this prompt on Pinterest and I really wanted to write an angsty but sweet Jughead imagine, so here ya go! (Know that requests will be opening up soon again, but not quite yet. So please don’t send me any requests.)

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: angst. hurt/comfort.


Originally posted by alinok

Your head was pounding, constant voices filled your thoughts and you felt as if you couldn’t think. You couldn’t take this. It was too much, too fast. 

“Listen to your mother, Y/N.” Your mother, Alison Cooper demanded at you. Her voice becoming too loud and too demanding for you too process. This was too much. Where was Betty? Why did you have to be born from her, who spent her whole life trying to break you into submission. You were having a panic attack. This was bad.

It had never been quite this bad before.

“I am trying to!” You screamed despite yourself. Swallowing down the tears, you stared your mother in the eyes. You needed to get out. This was bad. “I can’t do this anymore mom. Please.” You tired pleading, trying to find (even if it was just a sliver) the small part of your mother that did care. That did realize that you were not Betty and you most definitely were not Polly. 

“No, Y/N. I won’t allow you to do this too yourself. You’re much too young to be keeping these secrets from me.” She explained, staring at you with that look that sent shivers down your spine. She was cracking, but in the process she was trying to break you. And you were holding on to whatever little bit of your strength you did have left, before you did break.

“Keep what secrets mom?” You asked, your voice raising as you tried to blink back the tears.

“That boy is a menace, and I will not have you hanging around such a troubled boy.” You sobbed against your hand, your hands shaking and smacking against your face as you felt yourself weakening.

“He isn’t!” You denied.

“He is.” You looked your mother in the eye, you could see it. She thought she was gaining dominance. She thought she was winning. This was bad. Grabbing your bag that was set on your bed, you wiped your eyes, trying to hide the fact that you had been crying pathetically and storming past your mother. You didn’t make it far before she grabbed your arm, halting your movements.

“I’m leaving mom. And I don’t know when i’ll be back.” Your voice came out in a whisper, and you fought against yourself to not just crack then and there.

“You will not.” Your mother shook her head, turning to stare at you with a crazed.

“I am. I don’t know when i’ll be back and truthfully i don’t want to be back. Soon enough mom, you need to learn that I am not Betty and I am not Polly. You can not break me into submission.” You ripped your arm from her grasp, pushing from her as you made your way down the stairs. Your father stood by the kitchen, tears in his eyes and a look that begged you not to leave but all you did was shake your head.

When your hand grabbed the door knob, you felt the patter of heavy footsteps. “It’s in your blood. You can’t escape this. You won’t escape me.” Your mother threatened and you turned, looking at her with no emotion. You said nothing but open the door and walking out, slamming it behind you.

You wondered, your feet taking you wherever they wanted as you sobbed. You didn’t exactly know why you were crying, just that it felt oddly nice. It felt like everything had been trapped within you and crying allowed you to let it all out. It felt nice. You felt relaxed. You barely noticed the fact that it was the middle of the night and you were alone, without a place to stay and only your backpack with you.

But you continued to walk. It felt like forever but probably was only twenty minutes before you feet stopped and looking up you found yourself at the Twilight Drive-In. You smiled, despite the tears that stained your face and the way your body shook in sorrow.

You stood at the gate, staring at the big white screen and laughing. There was a movie playing, which meant he was here.

“Y/N?” Turning, you smiled even wider at the sight of Jughead. His hair was disheveled and you could just faintly see his eyes that glowed in the darkness. 

“Hi, Juggie.” You waved, smiling at him brightly.

His eyes looked concerned, or at least you guessed from what you could see. “Y/N? What are you doing here? In the middle of the night?”

You were suddenly reminded of what had happened only a short while ago and with a sad smile, you looked at the ground, twisting your shoe into the dirt. “Ran away from home.” Was all you said, laughing at your own words. You’d known Jughead forever, and you guessed that was why your feet took you here. Yes you knew of his current home life, he had stayed over at your house many of times… which was why your mother had been so mad.

“Oh, Y/N… did she..?” You nodded, already knowing what he was asking. Jughead walked towards you, stopping just short of touching you with his chest. And with a shaky breath, you looked up at him. 

There was only love in his eyes, which comforted you. He was the only one who loved you for who you were, and that made you love him even more. He never judged you for your mother, he never called you crazy or expected you to be perfect like everyone else seemed to. He only asked you to be you.

You stared into his eyes, shined with wetness as he looked down at you. You heard music start to play in the background, your favourite song and you faintly realized that Jughead had been playing your favourite movie. You looked back over to him smiling, and he opened his mouth to speak but you only shook your head. 

You crossed the short distance between you two, allowing your head to fall against his chest and his hands landed on your hips. "Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist,” you pleaded. And after that, there was no going back.

You felt him faintly nod and though he didn’t like dancing, he took the first steps, moving you backwards as you guys began to slow dance. You rejoiced in the feeling, loving the warmth spread through you. You felt safe. You felt calm. And for a moment you forgot everything about your mom, about Betty, about Polly, about everything and focused on the way Jughead held you with such grace and carefulness.

Faintly, you felt yourself crying again. And when the song was over, you pulled back, looking up at him. “Why me?”

And he didn’t need to ask to know what you were talking about. “Because you saw me when I was invisible.” And that was enough for you. Because he loved you because he knew you weren’t perfect and neither was he.

anonymous asked:

Reader comforting Pete after he messes up on a mission and innocents get hurt?

There was a sombre mood in the common room as you and most of the Avengers sat around the enormous TV which Tony had installed.

You sat on the arm of one of the sofas with Wanda leaning her head against your thigh, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. You stroked her hair absentmindedly, unable to pull your eyes away from the TV screen.

The mission from which you’d all just returned had been horrible. Clint was trying to make you laugh by doing impressions of Pudsey Bear, but the blood staining the bandage around his head slightly ruined the effect. Steve and Bucky had barely spoken since returning, Wanda had barely stopped crying, and the rest of the team appeared to be in a daze as they watched the footage from the mission on the screen.

You had all fought well, but you were severely outnumbered by gunmen. Civilians had been trapped in the middle of the fight, and the footage on every news channel in the world showed just how well you’d defended them as they were carried away in bags.

You breathed in sharply as footage of you and Peter appeared on the screen, trying desperately to shield a group of civilians from a spray of bullets. You knew what was coming, and watched with a grave expression as a bullet struck your left shoulder and made you fall to the ground. On the screen, Peter lunged towards you to catch you, leaving the civilians unguarded.

They fell like dominoes.

“That’s enough,” you said suddenly, your voice strangely emotionless. “We all know what happened, watching this won’t help anyone.”

You reached for the remote with your uninjured arm and switched the TV off, before standing and making your way into the kitchen.

Peter was hunched over the sink, and the muffled sounds of sobs reached your ears. Sighing, you climbed onto the breakfast bar and sat facing him, your legs swinging over the side of the table.

“Give it a couple of days, they’ll have stopped reporting about it,” you told him quietly. “Three days, and people will forget the footage ever existed.”

“But I won’t forget,” your boyfriend replied, standing slightly straighter but not turning to face you. “Every time I blink, I either see you or them being shot.”

You rubbed your bandaged shoulder subconsciously, trying to think of a way to comfort him.

“I know what you’re here to do, (Nickname), and I appreciate it, but I have to accept this,” he continued. “People died, it’s on me.”

“It’s on both of us,” you argued back, and he turned to face you, confusion written all over his face. “If I’d just been watching, I would’ve seen the bullet that got me coming. I wouldn’t have been hit, you wouldn’t have moved, and we would’ve saved those people.”

When Peter didn’t reply, you opened your arms to him, hiding your grimace of pain as your left shoulder screamed in protest. He closed the distance between the two of you quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he stood between your legs. You rubbed his back gently, whispering comforting nonsense under your breath to him.

“When I saw you fall, I didn’t care about the others,” he whispered eventually, his voice thick with tears. “I thought I’d lost you, and they didn’t matter anymore. Does that make me a bad person?”

You pulled away slightly so that your forehead was resting against his. He clung to your wrists as you cupped his face carefully.

“Don’t you ever say that, Pete. You try to save everyone you can, that makes you one of the bravest people in the world. You’re my hero.”

He chuckled quietly, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“And you’re my world,” he whispered back.

Give Me Love

Summary: You were taught from a young age to never take anything less than what you deserved. And if that meant using wealthy men to satisfy your expensive tastes, then so be it. You were always in control of every one of these situations until you met Yoongi Min.

Pairing: Reader x CEO!Suga

Tags: Implied Smut(ish), Angst, AU

Rating: M

Word Count: (??? I dont keep track of the word count. There might also be a part 2. Also, I am taking in requests for drabbles and things like that so send in your requests!!!!)

How could the game turn on you?

A couple of months ago you were content with spending the money of the youngest CEO in the business, in exchange for meaningless dates, a tumble or two in bed, and all to keep up appearances for a family.

The man wanted nothing more than someone to fake being his paramour, but what he got instead was something he probably never expected. Not from you, at least.

You werent a friendly person, but you werent callous either. Whether it was ambition or greed, he did not know, but he did know you had the drive to pursue what you really wanted. Your beauty was dangerous on its own, but when combined with your charm, you were a force to be reckoned with. And maybe thats why you were so surprised.

You were used to men chasing after you, and always made sure to put an end to things before they wanted something serious, but you did not know that it would be you who ended up falling.

You fell in love with Yoongi Min.

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zellymaybloom  asked:

Richjake where Jake admits his 24/7 loneliness at home

“Jeremy, put down the squeaky chicken or I swear to god-”

“Squeak!”

“GET BACK HERE.”

Rich and Jake watched the squad run around on stage, something about group bonding that Mr. Reyes had suggested, but Jake had to sit this one out, considering he was still on crutches. Rich had joined him in the front row to keep him company though, and he appreciated it.

“I bet you 15 bucks that they break something.” Rich suggested as Michael jumped on top of a table to escape Christine.

“I’m not taking that bet.” Jake smirked and fiddled with his crutches. They made his arms sore, but it didn’t even come close to the pain when the squip forced him to stand on his legs. “I’d have 911 on dial just in case.”

“Pfff, you’re probably right. That’d be a cramped ride to the hospital.” Rich went on tangent wondering how they’d all fit, but Jake was zoning out. He barely remembered the ride to the hospital, just vague blurs, shouting, a mask being placed on his face, and the screams, oh god the screams. He woke up to nothing, not even a text from his parents. The doctor spoke to him in soft tones, asking if he had another place to stay. When he said no, they had set him up with a hotel room. At least it wasn’t that house. That god awful, cold, empty, lonely, damn nightmare of a-

“Hey, Jake, you okay man?” Rich set his hand down on his arm and he jolted up in his seat. Tears slid down his face and he started to wipe them off, but Rich beat him to it.

“I’m gonna take that as a no.” Rich swiped the tears away, and Jake hiccupped, and snapped his mouth shut. Guys don’t cry what are you doing Jake you’re cool you can’t be sobbing your eyes out in front of everyone what if they hate you what if they leave what if what if what -

“I was so fucking lonely Rich.” He finally got out. “That freaking house drove me mad with no one else in it. The hallways, the kitchen, the family room, it’s like I was a ghost, in my own house.” Rich held him as he shook and vented, and the others slowly stopped moving and made their way to the edge of the stage. When Jake looked up, eyes red, his friends were all around him, concerned.

“I’m fine.” He forced a small smile, which fooled no one. Christine scooted off the stage, the others following suite. They huddled around in a giant hug pile, and the waterworks started again. Rich kissed his forehead and whispered into his hair.

“We’re here. We’re here Jake, we’re here.”

Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.

Request: I asked the last on I’m sorry I meant to say #2 not #1 my baddddd

Hi! Can you please do number 2 with Peter for me please? (: 

Perfect! Just wanted to make sure before I requested anything. Whenever you have the time, could you do something like #2? Thanks!🌷

Summary: The scars left on your body remind you of the time you were abducted and it continues to haunt you.

Warnings: I’m just gonna put up a warning bc I feel like some of my descriptions might be a trigger, so I apologize in advance 

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Your breathing picked up, and your heart raced uncontrollably. You couldn’t bring your eyes off the pink scars that peppered your skin. Your eyes were glued to them, reminding you of the pain and terror you endured physically and mentally. 

Your breath couldn’t keep up with the sobs that were raking through your chest.  Everything felt heavy, your shoulders, your chest, and your heart. You buried your face in your hands and collapsed to the floor. The tears flooding out of your eyes cascaded down your palms, dampening your cheeks. You felt the four walls around you closing in as the pain from those long days returned.

Peter heard your sobs, and hiccups echo through your bedroom walls, and without hesitation, he dropped what he was doing in your kitchen and rushed to your side. He found you fallen on your knees, and his heart dropped as he watched your sobs jolt your body. Swiftly, he joined you on the cold floor and rubbed his hand up and down your back in a comforting manor. You immediately responded by leaning into is body, and clutched on to his shirt. 

All you wanted was to disappear, and you could, in his arms. Peter was your save haven, your escape. No one understands you the way he does. His arms were your home, and there’s no place you’d rather be right now. 

Peter cradled you in his hold, stroking your hair and occasionally your back. He didn’t speak a word, partially because he wasn’t sure what to say but also because he knew that now wasn’t a time to talk things through. He placed his lips to your head and kept them there as he rocked your fragile body back and forth. 

Your cries didn’t lessen, and your chest was growing sore from your deep, rugged breaths. You couldn’t stop the pain from replaying in your mind. You could feel the pain slicing over your scars over and over again, “It hurts. It hurts Peter,” you let out in whimpers.  

Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore,” Peter spoke softly to you, trying to hide his own sadness in his voice. It broke Peter to see you like this, “nothings going to happen as long as I’m here. Nothings going to happen to you,”  he promised with sincerity. Never was he ever going to let you experience any sort of pain like that ever again. Not when he’s fully capable of preventing it. 

His hold tightened around you and he rested his chin on your head. He felt your sobs gradually lesson, to steady breaths.

“You’re okay, it’s all okay. And if it’s not now, then it will be. It will be soon,” Peter promised you. 

Too tired to respond verbally, you nodded your head against his chest. Peter picked you up off the uncomfortable ground, and placed you on your bed, beneath the covers. Afraid, you grabbed onto his arm, “Don’t leave,” you let out, barely above a whisper. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he told you.

Peter tucked himself under the sheets next to you, and tugged your body closer to his. You curled into his warmth and basked in his scent. He kissed your forehead and whispered “I love you,” 

From This Far Away

|| a zimbits fic || hurt + comfort || ~2k ||

Bitty sobs in the kitchen. Messy sobs that tear out of his throat and involve his whole body in shakes and twitches. He presses his face hard into his arm to try and muffle the noise.

He needs to stop and go back to bed and to Jack, but it’s so hard when he has dreams about distance and lost time and a million complications. Dreams where he breaks apart; little flakes of confetti scattering down the sidewalk.

The kitchen light flicks on and Bitty cracks his head up, surprised. He squints against the sudden light.

Jack is silhouetted in the doorway. Seeing him brings back all Bitty’s horrible nightmares and daydreams, and the thoughts he tries his best to chase away but that are engraved right up under his ribcage and in the muscles of his hands that shake when he touches Jack’s face sometimes.

Bitty looks away from Jack and curls his legs up toward his body, hunching himself into a ball. He cries into his knees and gasps and apologises to Jack over and over for waking him.

Jack doesn’t say anything. He joins Bitty on the kitchen floor, sitting beside him with creaking knees, and wrapping his arms around Bitty to bring his torso around the curve of Bitty’s bent back.

Bitty feels Jack’s love with him in the room, and it doesn’t stop him from crying. Because love, that’s what the problem is, the big root of all his damn problems. It’s why he’s crying and why he hates crying. Because he loves Jack. So, so, so damn much.

Jack strokes his hair, the shell of his ear, his shoulder. He shushes, and rocks, and is there, dependable and warm.

“I can’t do this, Jack,” Bitty gasps out, shaking his head back and forth, back and forth against Jack’s chest.

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The break

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Warnings: Angsty-ish, swearing.

Summary: Tony Stark has never been known for being the kind of man that shows his feelings as they are; these are usually hidden and you’ve had enough of it and the avenging life he’s been having. Are you done with the relationship as well?


Originally posted by cinziadowney

Dinners at your house hadn’t been this loud since… well, they had never been so loud; your fights usually ended up in a mutual cold shoulder until one of you was strong enough to apologize. But not this particular one. Tony had arrived just a few days ago from a very long mission that had worn him completely. It had been like the third long-ass mission in a row and you were as exasperated as he was.

You were talking normally, trying to get him to say more about his mission rather than hearing over a sob, because you knew the drill and you hated it. Tony was terribly good at hiding shit and letting it out at the most unexpected times. PSTD was a dreadful companion and you hated to see the toll it had on your beloved boyfriend.

“And when am I gonna be your priority, Stark?” You asked, feeling the enraged warmth on your cheeks as your voice started to increase its volume. “When you have to bury me?”

“Don’t be unreasonable, (Y/N).” He rolled his eyes. “You are my priority.”

“Am I?” you nodded your head, “am I really your priority?”

“Of course you fucking are!”

“That’s a funny way of showing it, isn’t it?”

“Well, I can’t be out protecting the world and thinking about you at the same fucking time, goddamit!” Tony yelled, as he pushed aside the plate and made the glass of wine fall onto the cloth, tainting it with the burgundy liquid. You were startled, because you had never seen him reacting like that.

He had been quite on his nerves lately, and even though you didn’t want to push him his buttons, he just reacted terribly with anything you did. Your heart started to beat faster, it was scary to see Tony yelling, and specially yelling at you. Your hands clutched on to the table and your knuckles whitened for the strength of your grip. Tony softened his expression and ran his fingers through his dark hair in exhaustion. He propped his elbows on the table and held his head tightly with his hands. He groaned and quickly looked up; you were still like a scared cat, ready to jump away any time soon.

“I’m sorry, he apologized, sighing heavily and looking up at you again, “I’m just… very stressed out lately and…” he smacked his lips, “I’m sorry baby.”

“Yeah,” your jaw trembled and so did your voice, “and I’m sorry for becoming a burden rather than a girlfriend.” You pushed the chair back and finished your wine with one big sip. You stood up and sighed. “You can leave the dishes there, I’ll think about that tomorrow.” You walked to the stairs and jogged them up quickly.

You closed the door with your back and locked it to have more privacy. You quickly ran to the bathroom to wash our face. The cool water helped you get your mind straight enough to think of what to do next. You texted your mom to have your bedroom ready and to please don’t ask about what happened. You just needed to be away from Tony for a few hours. Once you were out of the bedroom, Tony was waiting for you in the living room; he heard your steps and quickly stood up to see you.

“Going somewhere?” He asked timidly.

“Yeah, I’m going to my mom’s…” you gulped. “I’m gonna stay there.”

“The night?” He cocked an eyebrow. He didn’t know how to apologize properly, but in his voice you could feel how sorry he was for his earlier reaction. “(Y/N), baby?” He asked again, after you still remained silent.

You shook your head lightly and stuttered. “I might stay a bit longer.” He nodded, looking away. You held on to your purse and grabbed the car keys from the table and ran away. Tony didn’t even bother following you; he knew he had fucked up and so he decided to leave you alone for a while, until the waters calmed.

You couldn’t even turn on the radio, because you knew Tony had his music, and honestly, you didn’t want anything to remind you of him; you wanted to be as far away from him as the city could allow, and your mom’s house was always that safe place you went whenever you had a problem. You arrived to your mom’s place, and even though you specifically told her not to ask anything, she still did because that’s what moms do.

“Mom, I really don’t wanna talk about that.” You groaned as she helped you make the bed. “I just—I just don’t wanna talk about it.”

“But tell me,” she pleaded, “you never have a fight so big that you can’t work out in the same night.” She was right, and you hated to admit that. “(Y/N)?”

“Mom, please can I just go to bed and have a nice rest?” You sounded like a teenager, which made her laugh. “I swear to god I’ll tell you in the morning.”

“Honey…”

“Can you not?” You glared at her. “I’m really not in the mood.”

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Long-Term Plan With Short-Term Fixes

Pairing: Y/N/Calum

Rating: All

Request: No (But this means a lot to me so please read)

Words: 4.300+

Summary: It’s hard to make a summary for this so basically it’s Calum reliving his worst nightmare of breaking up with you and having to suffer through a very deep and hard heartbreak. 

It was like a strike going through his heart, breaking it into pieces over and over again by every single time that he replayed the horrible scenario in his head.

It couldn’t be cured with a pack of cigarettes like it always would. He couldn’t walk out on the balcony and pretend that nothing had happened because it was such a change that he just couldn’t.

He didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to accept and neither wanted to face reality.

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Recovery - Alec/Magnus

Episode coda for 2x08 - let me know what you think!


The late afternoon sun shone through the stained glass windows, warming the room with its colors. Max’s rune ceremony was beautiful. For a few hours, the Lightwoods were able to forget about Valentine, demons, and other threats to focus on the youngest member of their family. Alec walked with his brother down the aisle with family and friends on either side of them: Jace and Clary to the right, and Maryse and Izzy to the left.

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Secrets And Lies - Five

Reid x reader

“We need to talk”

Y/N stared at the woman standing in front of her. She hadn’t changed much over the years, she just looked…. older. Her hair hadn’t been coloured in a while and had visible roots and she looked tired, but she still looked like Georgia. The woman who Y/N had lost to.

“Ella, sweetie. You and Ellie can play for a while longer, I’m gonna go speak with Ellie’s mom for a bit.”

Her daughter looked up at her curiously. She was smart and she knew there was something wrong, but the look on her mom’s face told her not to question it. She turned around, looking back once more before she bounded back off to the sand pit.

Georgia nodded over to the bench off to the side and Y/N followed her, sitting down next to her and not having a clue what to say.

“Ella…. ” Georgia looked over to the two girls, their heads so close together that their hair almost melded into one. “How old is she?”

“She’ll be six next month,” Y/N replied flatly.

“Six.. Next month. So she’s four months older than Ellie. Huh… ”

There was a few moments of uncomfortable silence before Georgia spoke again.

“He doesn’t know, does he? No… He can’t know. If he did, he wouldn’t have kept this a secret all this time, he wouldn’t abandon one of his children. Would he?”

“Spencer doesn’t know. I found out a few months after I left. The only person who knew was JJ. She’s Ella’s godmother.”

Georgia bit her lip and nodded, remembering all the times Jennifer had looked after Ellie so she and Spence could have a night to themselves.

“So you knew about Ellie?”

“Yes.”

“And you still never considered telling Spencer… Or telling me that you were pregnant with my husbands child.”

“What difference would it have made? Spencer didn’t want me. Sure he would have supported Ella, and yes part of me does feel bad that I’ve kept her away from her father. But… I didn’t want him to want me just because of her. I nearly told him, when I was seven months gone but then I found out about you being pregnant too. I just…. I dunno. It was the final blow. I lost.”

The wind blew through Y/N’s hair and she wiped away a falling tear quickly.

“Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

Y/N looked up and over to the woman sat beside her, totally confused.

“What? I’m… I’m the one that slept with your husband and you’re sorry?”

She nodded, her own eyes filled to the brim with tears.

“The day I saw you in the park, I knew. And I knew it was you. He deleted your messages but I managed to get hold of an itemised phone bill. There’s really no other reason to have messaged someone 996 times in one month. When you urged me to tell him my suspicions, I knew it was because you loved him too. But I couldn’t lose him, not then. So I made him feel guilty, told him that I needed him more than ever and that I couldn’t lose him. Then I told him I was pregnant, only a few weeks. I wasn’t but I figured I’d fake a miscarriage and then we could actually try for a baby, I knew how much he wanted kids. So I stopped taking my pill and fed him the stories, he bought them and stayed. He didn’t tell anyone about the first ‘pregnancy’. I told him I was only a few weeks gone when I lost the baby. Then all of a sudden I was pregnant for real. It was selfish and stupid, I mean I love Ellie to the moon and back, but getting pregnant so that my boyfriend wouldn’t leave me? Biggest mistake I ever made. He was going to leave me you know, for you. The night before you left. He told me we needed to talk and that’s when I knew he was going to leave. So I told him he was going to be a dad. I’m the reason your little girl has grown up without her father, because I lied.”

Y/N clenched her jaw as she took in the information she’d been given. Spencer had been going to choose her.

But Georgia had lied forcing him to stay.

Wait… No. Forcing him?

No one had forced him to do anything. Spencer could have still done right by them both. Although Georgia hadn’t at that point actually been pregnant, if Spencer had been ready to leave her, then he still could have done. No self respecting woman would stop a father that wanted to see their child from actually seeing their child, and Spencer had enough standing that even if she had done that, he could have fought for custody and access, and won. And if he HAD have left her, then he would have found out she’d been lying anyway.

No, he’d stayed because he’d wanted too, because it was easier. And he still hadn’t tried to give Y/N an explanation until weeks later. That was how she saw it.

Y/N looked back to Georgia who now looked terrified. She spoke carefully and quietly, trying hard to keep her voice steady.

“No. The reason Ella grew up without a father is because three grown adults lied to each other. Spencer and I lied to you, for months on end. And you lied to him. It was a horrific lie but…. I get it. You were broken and you would have done anything to keep him. So you did. And now you have him and your happy little family, and I have Ella. She’s enough for me, she’s my world.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say we’re happy…. ” Georgia trailed off when she saw the look Y/N shot her. A very much of a ‘you made your bed, lie in it’ look.

“I’m sorry….. I sound ungrateful. I got what I wanted…..”

“Yes, you did. And I didn’t…” Y/N interrupted her.

“I know… I know. But he never got over you. Even after Ellie was born and the wedding, things weren’t the same between us. He’d act happy and he’s a great dad. But… He’s not happy with me. He wanted you, and I stopped him from having you. You know what Reid’s like, he thought he was doing the right thing sticking by me.”

“Why are you even telling me this?”

“I… I don’t know. I just…. I’m sorry, okay. That things worked out the way they did.”

Y/N didn’t respond, simply pressing her lips together and looking over to where the two young girls who could have been almost mirror images of each other were playing together.

The two sisters, who didn’t know they were sisters, yet the way they were giggling with and looking at each other made Y/N realise that there was already a bond there.

Georgia followed her gaze. “So.. What happens now? Are you going to tell Spencer?”

“No. Nothing changes here.”

“Y/N…..I’m not exactly the poster girl for honesty here given what I’ve confessed to you. But… You should tell him. He has another child. Ella has father, a great one too. And a sister, don’t you think they deserve to know each other?”

Georgia’s words echoed through her brain and as she watched the girls playing again, she realised that the other woman was right.

“I’m not telling Spencer. Not yet. But…. Maybe the girls could play together again.”

Georgia gave a hint of a smile and rummaged in her purse for her cell.

“Give me your number, Ellie and I normally come here every week after we visit my sister. Maybe we could make it a regular thing and take the girls for dinner afterwards. So they can get to know each other.”

Y/N reeled off her digits and then called over to her daughter, telling Georgia that they needed to get going. The other woman nodded and told her she’d be in touch.

All the way back to the car Y/N had to listen to Ella jabbering on about her new friend. Ellie this and Ellie that. She gritted her teeth and kept her calm all the way home, only losing it once her daughter was tucked up in bed asleep.

Then she walked into her kitchen, grabbed a bottle of vodka and swigging it straight from the bottle. She slid down the kitchen cabinets onto the floor, and burst into sobs.

Tears for the life she should have had with Spencer, tears for the life her daughter should have had.

A Little Lost Thing

So here is my waaaaaaay overdue/late CSSV gift for @themmaswan. I’m sorry it took me so long to get your gift posted, and that I wasn’t the most diligent Valentine. And I’m sorry this gift isn’t anything super spectacular (as much as I tried, the idea I wanted to write just didn’t want to come together), but I really hope you enjoy it. It’s a little flangsty thing because apparently the only thing that wanted to come to me for this fic was sadness with a bit fluff.

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She caught the first glimpses of it the night he moved in - starting with their bed, of all things.

Emma bounded up the stairs. “Okay, dad’s on sheriff duty for the rest of the night.” She kept her attention focused on her phone, typing out a text to Henry as made her way towards the bedroom. “And I ordered us some pizza. Should make for a good ‘move in’ night, finally…”

She stopped short just inside the doorway as she pocketed her phone. Killian was standing, staring at the bed, a well worn book clasped tightly in his hand. His lone chest of trinkets sat open on the dresser behind him.

“Everything okay?”

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mint chocolate chip

i got bored and i liked this idea so i ran with it. longer than i intended.. could probably turn into something longer. eh (simons pov) 

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simon has a very bad week, and baz makes the mistake of grabbing the last tub of simon’s favorite ice cream

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this was the last straw. the last, very short straw of a number of shitty straws i had received this week.

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Unexpected Love Part 10.2

Parts: 01  |  02  | 03  | 04 | 4.5  | 05 | 06 |  6.5  | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10.0 | 10.2 | 10.3 | 10.4 | 10.5 | 11 |

Genre: Fluff & Angst
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jay Park
Summer: You never unexpected him to fall in love with you, because you already knew he didn’t felt the same away. Can you truly move on and be truly happy with someone else.

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

You were in disbelief, as you sat on the couch in Namjoon studio. You didn’t know what feel right now. You look into Namjoon and Hoseok eyes, who sat in front of you, on the small table.

Tears escape from your eyes, and you shook her head slightly. You knew they were telling you the truth. They never lie to you but this was different. It was a secret they keep from you especially what’s making it worst, Yoongi.

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Got7 reaction to you hearing them talk about your insecurity badly (Hyung Line)

Hope you like this reaction! I tried to gather an array of insecurities. Keyword, tried. Also, I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible in case I have any male readers but Bambam’s is strictly female. Sorry. Another thing, I had to split it into two parts cause Tumblr wouldn’t let me post the whole thing, so there will be hyung line and maknae line. Enjoy!


Mark:
When he notices you: His back would be facing the door where you were standing. He would be talking about how he didn’t like the fact that you had no butt because there was nothing to hold onto. Tears would begin to form in your eyes and he wouldn’t turn around until he noticed the members constantly gazing from the door to him. He would freeze as he opened and closed his mouth, trying to form an apology but not being able to do so.

Originally posted by markiepoohismysunshine

How he would apologize: It would be very awkward for him to confront you after what he just said, knowing you heard. But he would apologize to you by running you a nice warm bath and by cooking dinner for you as soon as you got home from work. After your bath, he would carry you into the room and seriously apologize to your face before placing soft butterfly kisses all over your face and cuddling you to sleep, constantly telling you how much he loves you and that he didn’t really mean it.

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JB:
When he notices you: You would have just returned from the store and as soon as you had entered the house and put the bags on the counter you would hear talking coming from your guy’s bedroom. Not expecting guests, you would tiptoe up the stairs, the worst already coming to mind. But what you heard was way worse than your original thought. “I just feel like she/he has gained quite a few.” You wouldn’t be able to hold back a loud sob and next thing you knew, the door flung open and there stood Jaebum with an awkward smile on his face, not knowing what to say.

Originally posted by nyeong-ing

How he would apologize: After a week of avoiding him he would become quite irritated as he tried apologizing multiple times but you ignored all of them. So he would corner you in the kitchen one day telling you countless times that he was sorry and that he really didn’t mean what he said. You would try to argue back but he would shut you up with a kiss, whispering that he really was sorry and that you meant everything to him and after you accepted his apology he would plan for a vacation to your favorite place.

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Jackson:
When he notices you: You would be visiting the dorm, wanting to surprise them with a meal knowing they haven’t eaten yet. You would quietly open the door but as soon as you entered you would hear Jackson’s loud voice complaining to the others about how he didn’t like the fact that you had rough, bumpy skin. He would go on to compare you to other people and how they all had smooth skin yet you didn’t. Jaebum would begin to scold him but before he could get far, they would hear something clatter in the foyer. They would all run to see you standing among spilled food, tears in your eyes as you gazed at Jackson. He would try to act like none of that ever happened.

Originally posted by blackpink

How he would apologize: Jackson would go above and beyond to get you to forgive him. First he would cook you an extravagant breakfast, complete with a small gift. Then, he would take you out to the mall and buy you anything you wanted. He would buy you the most beautiful, expensive things, ignoring your pleas to not do that. He would then take you out to an expensive restaurant and as the night drew to a close, he would hold you tight, kissing every part of skin, saying that he loved you, flaws and all.

Originally posted by ashirley246

Jinyoung:
When he notices you: You would be in the bathroom at the boys’ dorm, washing your hands. You would hear quiet mumbling coming from the living room. Curious as to what they could possibly be talking about you would quietly walk out the bathroom and down the stairs, hearing Jinyoung talk about your acne and how it was embarrassing to go out in public with you. You would be deeply hurt but try to shake it off as you walked down the next step. However that step would creak and the boys would run to the stairs, sympathetic looks on their faces. When you saw Jinyoung, however, you would begin to cry, hiding your face as you ran back upstairs.

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp

How he would apologize: Jinyoung would apologize by doing that cheesy thing where he would write notes about why he loves you and have the notes lay on every single surface of the house and as you were reading through them, little gifts would be placed around as well, such as flowers and teddy bears. Once you arrived at the kitchen, a box would be placed on the kitchen counter with a note laying on top. You would open the box to see a beautiful dress/tux and the note would say ‘Turn Around.’ You would slowly turn around to see Jinyoung holding a big bouquet of flowers as he apologized for his words.

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No More Secrets

The Clash was playing. She had no idea why she was listening to them, but Jonathan had made her a mix tape. ‘For Christmas,’ he’d said, when he’d handed her the cassette on New Year’s Eve. They’d gone to the Byers’, her and Mike - to get away from home, at their mom’s insistence.

That had been an odd conversation. Nancy’s mom had seemed torn at the prospect, but she had reiterated over and over that Mike 'needed to get out of the house,’ and 'be around friends.’

Nancy hadn’t wanted to go out. For the first time in a while, all she’d wanted was to be alone. To curl up on her bed and drown herself out with classic pop hits her father despised. She wanted to cry.

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there will never be a film that i connect with more than mysterious skin, it is a work of art and beautifully illustrated to show the effects of child abuse and trauma. i have never seen csa more beautifully and accurately portrayed and it makes me cry every single time, without a fault. the way it affected both Neil and Brian at childhood are very real effects, and you can’t help but to wonder how vastly different they would have been without this trauma weighing down on them. the ending is so miserably beautiful, the scene is so heartbreaking and fleshed-out and real. brian sobbing in neil’s lap, inside the very same house that they can’t erase from their minds, with christmas carollers singing outside of the house, unaware of the tragic reunion unfolding inside. unaware of the horrors and nightmares and evil that has happened in that very house, on that very kitchen floor, the painful memories attatched to the sight of the building. Neil’s last words echoing, on how he wished there was some way for them to go back and to fix all the pain and suffering in the world, how he wished he could tell brian that everything was okay. but it wasn’t, and there was nothing either of them could do. and he sits there, stroking Brian’s hair as he shakes and bleeds and sobs, suddenly forced to confront this pain and misery inside of him that he’s never had the responsibility of facing before. forced to realize that the pain and abuse that he convinced himself he loved, the memories of the man who he’d never forget and would never stop loving, has ruined brian’s life and has irreversibly traumatized him. this man, no, to neil he still can’t help but see him as a little boy, is terrified and heartbroken and miserable because of the trauma and cruelty that they were both subjected to. and for a brief moment, neil realizes, he feels the same way. and he wishes he could take it back. the gory movies with coach, the cereal dumped on the floor, the ‘here we go’ echoed in his mind, the five dollar game, the way he told a young Brian it was fun, the incident at Brighton Beach- everything. but there is nothing they can do, and they can’t go back in time to stop it. so they lay there and grieve, they grieve for themselves, they grieve for the other little boys, they grieve for every single child that coach has done this to. every single child that can’t forget.

I Will Never Judge You

Can I request one where Starks daughter (16/17) lives with her mom but tony kept in touch. When she come out as bisexual her mom isn’t supportive and kicks her out. She shows up at the tower with just her backpack and in tears looking for him and he drops everything to comfort her.

Tony x daughter!reader

Warnings: Unsupportive mom, getting kicked out

y/m/n=your mother’s name

a/n: sorry if there are any typos, my eyes are messed up and I can’t really see the words too well, they’re a blur. But here it is! I hope you like it!


“MOM, YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” You were sobbing and begging your mom, “Ple..please, don’t do this. Why are you doing this?”

“Pack your stuff and get out of my house. I don’t want someone like you living under my roof, get out. I did not raise you this way.” Your mom answered you, you were sobbing, you threw your important stuff in your school backpack and ran out.


You ran all night, you finally made it to your father’s house, well tower. Jarvis was the one who ‘answered’ the door. “Who is it, oh my Ms. y/n. Come in your father is in the kitchen.” You got inside and got in the elevator, you were upstairs in no time.

“Hey baby girl! I didn’t know you were coming, I’m glad you’re here, I’ve missed… what happened, are you hurt? Are you okay, sweetie?” He got frantic when he saw your tear stained face.

“Dad.” That’s all you could get out then you started sobbing, he ran over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Come over here, let’s sit down. I need you to tell me what happened, sweetie. I’ve got you, you’re okay, just breathe.” He said kissing your forehead.

“Dad, she kicked me out, she hates me because… because I told her I am bisexual. She threw me out. I didn’t know she would hate me, she said I could tell her anything, but she threw me out.” You said sniffling, trying to control your crying. Tony got real quiet, which made you nervous, “Dad, please don’t tell me you hate me, too…” You said starting to cry again.

“No, baby, no. I could never hate you. I will never judge you for who you are, you don’t choose who you love, it just happens. You can stay here with me, you don’t have to worry about anything, I’ve got you.” Tony answered you.


A couple nights passed and you stayed with your dad, he was so attentive. If you even looked a little sad he would try to find something to make you happy, he would even hug you at random times. It was nice how he always tried to comfort you, he even started to teaching you how to build several things, you got his smarts, but you’ve never had the chance to put things together. It was fun. While you were in his ‘office’ Jarvis announce “Y/m/n is calling, would you like to answer it, sir?

“Y/n, will you go upstairs? I need to talk to your mother alone.” He pushed you out of the room, then you heard him answer the phone, before you completely went upstairs you listened for a bit.

“Is she with you?” Your mom asked.

“Yes, how in the hell could you kick our 16 year old daughter out like that? What if she didn’t have me, what were you expecting her to do? That is bullshit….” Your dad started to get real pissed so Jarvis asked you kindly to go upstairs, he didn’t believe you needed to hear this.

You went upstairs and it was a good thirty minutes before Tony came upstairs, “Hey sweetie, your mother and I talked. You’re staying with me permanently, is that okay with you? If you want to move back in with her you can, but I promise you that if you ever want to come back you can. I will always be here for you.” He said, trying to hide the fear on his face from the thought of you leaving.

“Of course I’m staying here, these have been the best couple of days and you don’t judge me for who I am. I mean, I still need to call my mom and talk to her about, you know, everything… but I want to live with you.” You told your dad.

He smiled from ear to ear and came over to hug you, “I promise to always love you with no judgement. We are going to have so much fun, and I have a lot to teach you! You’re my legacy anyways!” He said with a serious look and a small chuckle. You knew this was the best decision you made.

anonymous asked:

May I request a poly Roadrat where they have triplets? Two girls and a little boy, who Jamie likes to call his little ankle biter.

“Ada! Cel! Kai! You three off of the counter right now!”

Your hands were on your hips, eyes narrowed as you stared your three two-year olds down, their eyes round as they looked back at you guiltily. Never in your life could you believe there would be anyone who could usurp Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes as the troublemakers of your family but your three rugrats proved your assumptions wrong effortlessly. A part of you figured that the way the three of you worked had been somehow genetically passed down into your children; the three always having one another’s backs, getting into as much trouble as they got one another out of. But you couldn’t fault them for it, it soothed something in your heart to know that despite all that the three of you had been through, despite the fact that you all had lived with targets on your backs, trusting no one but each other (until Overwatch’s recall), that they would have someone to rely on. Each other. As endearing as you found it, they still managed to drive you up the wall…even if they were using their patented puppy dog faces.

Adelaide, Celyn and Kai Fawkes-Rutledge, born on a comfortably warm Tuesday, March 4th 2079. Adelaide had Jamison’s bright amber eyes while Celyn had Mako’s gray and Kai possessed your brown. Kai’s hair was damn near snow white when you had given birth but had darkened to Jamie’s straw blonde, Adelaide and Celyn’s hair black as night like Mako’s used to be. All three of them were now covered in freckles, the melanated spots claiming more and more surface area as the days went along. Their cheeks were still full and rounded, often stuffed with treats or sweets like they had been trying to attain from the kitchen counter. The three of them quickly scrambled down and off the chair, each of them possessing enough humility to have their heads dipped down guiltily.

“Now my three little monkeys”, you teased, crouching down so that you could see them face to face. Their eyes dipped down but you didn’t miss their soft giggles and smiles that tugged at their lips. Adelaide’s hands jumped up, covering her lips to hide her grin. “What have I said about climbing on things? You want to fall and bump your heads?”

For good measure you lightly tapped all three of them on the head with your closed fist, each of them giving an exaggerated ‘ouch’ before breaking into a fit of laughter.

“You’d break daddy’s and papa’s and mommy’s heart”, you sighed dramatically, placing your hand over your heart and falling back onto your kitchen floor. The three kids surged forward, all laughter and kisses and hugs and ‘oh no, we gotta fix mama’. Resisting the urge to giggle yourself, you threw your arm to the side, the back of your hand hitting the floor with a soft thwack. Celyn pulled your arm up only for it to fall back to the floor with a thunk, your eyes closed tight and tongue hanging from your mouth. That sent them into another fit of titters as they circled around you, playfully lifting your arm and poking at your cheek, Kai going as far to ‘carefully’ push your eyelid up.

“Welly welly well…what do we got here?”

One of your eyes peeked open, catching sight of Jamison, the man grinning, amber eyes glowing mirthfully. He was shirtless and his sleep shorts hung low on his hips, his hair somehow more mussed than normal. The three of you often played these dramatic little games with the kids, your triplets absolutely eating up and enjoying how playful and reactive you could be. The three of you reacted to one another effortlessly, so he began to play along, face morphing into one of faux concern.

“They’ve killed me”, you stated simply as he moved further into the kitchen, faking a pretend sob as he crouched down next to you. “Broke my heart right in two! Trying to climb up on the counter, scared me half to death! Boohoohoohoo!”

“Mama don’t cry! It’s okay!”

“You’re okay, you’re okay!”

“Sorry mama, we’re sorry!”

You took a dramatic breath in, winking at Jamison before sitting all the way up and opening both of your eyes.

“I’m alive again”, you say, throwing your arms wide and almost getting barreled over before Jamie caught you, sitting directly behind you. The kids pressed sloppy kisses to your cheeks and you and Jamie ruffled their hair.

“Papa we saved mama”, Celyn exclaimed looking over your shoulder and up, their name for Mako making you tilt up. He was still dressed in his pajamas, sweatpants and a large t-shirt with a Mickey Mouse face on it. He was maskless as he tended to be more after the birth of the kids, a playfully look in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips.

“Lil anklebiters killed her but brought her right back like Ang does yeah”, Junkrat teased playfully as Mako moved further into the kitchen, making it only a step in before Kai threw himself at Roadhog’s ankle and wrapping his arms tight around his thick, sweatpants covered calf. “You lot got magic, huh?”

“Nope for mama only!”

“Yep for mama!”

“Sorry daddy!”

Mako snorted and you fell into a fit of laughter as Jamison shot his kids a betrayed look, no real hurt behind his gaze only play.

“Well that ain’t fair”, Junkrat whined, huffing heavily, the arms wrapped around his waist crossing across your center.

“Neither is life”, you intoned with giggle and a shrug of your shoulders.

“She’s right Rat”, Mako answered as he began to open and close the cabinets, pulling various items out and setting them on the counter.

All the while, Kai held on, giggling as Mako made exaggerated movements for his son’s sake. Adelaide still sat curled up in your lap, playing with your hair while Celyn was standing to the side, sympathetically patting her father’s face with her hand as she tried to soothe his pouting. Warmth spread throughout your chest, cheeks glowing with happiness as you peered around at your family, happy and giggling and together. This was greater than any heist or treasure you three had stolen, better than any sight you had seen on your travels. 


Mako was still Roadhog, a force of destruction to be reckoned with, deadly and ruthless on the field when on missions. Jamison was still Junkrat, the crazed demolitions expert who could create bombs and explosives with a practiced expertise, chaotic and haphazard. But Mako was also Papa, the man who made breakfast almost daily and cuddled with the best of them and couldn’t say no to the teary puppy dog face he knew the kids were manipulating him with. Jamison was daddy, the best storyteller in the whole world, who created bath bombs that bubbled and glittered and filled the tub with swirling colorful suds, and gave the best ‘airplane’ rides. You all had found your niche, found your place. This was home and this was perfect.

“Pancakes”, Mako asked, but more or less indicated that he was already making them, more or less asking if anyone would like to help.

“Yes!”

“I love pan-cakes!”

“I  wanna stir!”

“No no I wanna!”

“Me me me!”

“Papa lemme stir!”

You laughed as all three of the kids clambered off of you and towards Mako, the man already having three small bowls and spoons to separate their own batter and add-ins into. Leaning back into Jamie, still on the floor you gave a soft sigh, the kids climbing into their seats as Mako gave instructions on what to do and how to help.

“This…is the life.”

Realize -- Chapter Twenty-Three “Shattered”

Tom HiddlestonxReader OR Sebastian StanxReader?!?!

I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 and some from my own silly brain … Oh, My Goodness… here we go Chapter Twenty-Three!

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chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen | chapter seventeen | chapter eighteen | chapter nineteen | chapter twenty | chapter twenty-one |chapter twenty-two

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