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the-mighty-jellybean · 4 years

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Black & Blue

Bruise: an injury appearing as an area of discoloured skin on the body, caused by a blow or impact rupturing underlying blood vessels...

Series Summary:

‘They littered her arms like splashes of watercolor paints, Steve couldn't stop staring, she pulled at the sleeves of her cardigan when she caught him. “I fell.” she muttered, pulling the fabric tight over her fragile body. All Steve wanted to do was pick her up, and put her in a box, like you would a broken bird. He wanted to fix this little bird, but he didn't know how.’

Pairing: Doctor!Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader

Series Warning: This story is going to be quite dark and heavy, and will contain heavy themes of domestic abuse. There will be: Violence and possible Noncon, if you are uncomfortable with any of these themes, please don't read, this book won't be for you.

Part One//

Part Two: Weight of the World

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Controlling Behaviour (18+ Only)

Word Count: 3k

Trigger Warning: Domestic Abuse (Theme through out)

Y/N was the first to wake that morning; quietly groaning, as she turned over in their shared bed. Her throat was sore and tight, her hand throbbed, from the night previous. Y/N peeked one of her eyes open, to see that thankfully, Brock was still asleep.

Crawling out of bed, she hobbled to the bathroom, where she was quick to apply a light layer of makeup, to the swelling on her cheeks, as she knew that if Brock saw it, then he would feel bad, and Y/N knew what happened when Brock felt bad.

When it came to brush her teeth she hissed, after she momentarily forgot about her injured hand, only to be painfully reminded, when she tried to squeeze some toothpaste onto her brush. By a quick examination, the small speckles of blood that had seeped through the layers of bandage, indicated that her stitches had most likely been ruptured.

While she stared at the dressing her mind was cast back, to the evening prior, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she remembers the humiliation Brock had caused her, when he decided to act out in the ER. Y/N remembers the doctor that had tried to get her to open up:

‘What was his name again…’

Y/N thought hard, but it came to nothing, she shook her head, of the thoughts, not wanting to spend too long in dream land. Glancing back at her hand, she sighed, knowing she would need to get her wound redressed, her gut sank at the idea.

Deciding to worry about that later, she crept out of their bedroom, heading downstairs, towards the kitchen, where the broken glass was still left on the floor; abandoned, fragments of it still stained with blood.

‘ “Please Brock, he’s just a friend from school, I haven’t spoken to him in years, I don’t know why he would send a request.” Y/N backed into the kitchen, as Brock held her phone, in his hand, as he continued to scroll through her Facebook friends.

“Really, whore,” Y/N flinched at the insult, and took cover behind the kitchen island, “who the fuck is Josh Grimes? Tom Rigby? Alex West? Huh, who are these men. Have you been sleeping with them behind my back, am I not good enough for you, bitch?”

Brock had rounded the corner now, and had begun to stalk towards Y/N, she cowered away, trying to appear as less confrontational as possible.

“No, no, no of course not, baby. I love you; I love you so much, please don’t shout at me.” Y/N grovelled, looking at Brock with pleading eyes, “they’re just friends from work, or school, I don’t really know them.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, if I want to shout at you, then I’m going to fucking shout at you, got it!” Brock roared, and Y/N continued to recoil, “And if you don’t know them, then why, the fuck, are they on your Facebook, why did you except their requests if you don’t know them, what did I teach you about strangers?” Brock lectured cruelly.

“I don’t know, just give me the phone and I’ll delete them,” Y/N reached for the phone, but Brock held it away from Y/N, “Brock please, I’ll just delete them, block them if I have to.”

“Are you telling me what to do again, huh are you trying to tell me what to do?” Brock spoke slowly, barely a whisper, it made Y/N tremble with fear, Y/N tried once again to reach for the phone, but Brock still held it out above his head, enjoying watching her struggle, and the way her outstretched fingers jittered.

“No I won’t, I promise…just…please…” Y/N strained the words, as she desperately tried to retrieve her phone, “please…give me…the..ah!”

SMASH

Before Y/N could think, Brock shoved her away, causing her to go crashing to the floor, in a desperate attempt to stay stood up, she had swept her arm along the kitchen surfaces, hoping to find something to cling onto. Instead she took a few of the glasses that were resting on the side with her, in her fall. Making them smash on the floor, which gave her, a jagged and sharp mattress to land on.

Y/N shrieked in pain, as the glass pieced its way into her skin. ‘

Y/N shook at the memory, as she used the dustpan and brush, to sweep up her mess, before Brock could wake up and see it.

Turning to the stove she began to make, herself and Brock some breakfast, before he had to go to work. Her breathing hitched when a strong bicep circled her waist, pulling her into a warm body.

“Hey baby, breakfast smells good.” Brock kissed along her neck, and Y/N tried to pull away from him, “don’t be like that.” Brock pulled her closer trapping her in his arms.

“Look I’m sorry about pushing you last night, I shouldn’t have done it.” Brock apologised like he always did, and Y/N leaned back into his chest, “but you’ve deleted those guys, haven’t you?”

The vice like grip on Y/N’s hips tightened, and she was almost struggling to breath.

“Of course, I did, honey.” Y/N managed to struggle out, through the shortness of breath.

“Good,” Brock pecked her cheek, releasing his grip, “you know I only do these things to protect you, don’t you baby?”

“Yeah, I know, baby, I’m lucky to have a man like you looking after me.” Y/N turned in Brock’s arms, pressing her lips to his.

“Damn right.” Brock slapped her ass, and she cringed at the sting, but didn’t let it bother her too much, and just continued to plate up, both of their breakfasts.

Brock didn’t mention the events at the hospital, didn’t even bring up what happened when you came home from the ER, he just began to shovel the eggs and bacon into his mouth.

“I’m going to be late home, I’ve got a really busy day at the office, you gonna be okay, making your own way home from work?” Brock spoke through a mouthful of food, and Y/N had to hide the grimace that she wanted to make.

“Yeah I’ll be fine, I’ll just take the subway.” She smiled, picking around her own breakfast, not really having much of an appetite.

“You sure? It can get a little scary?” Brock asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘Nothing’s as scary as you’

“Yeah I’ll be all good.” Y/N spoke over her own mind, pushing that thought aside, along with the mushrooms and beans, that she left scattered across her plate.

“Oh shit, I’m going to be late.” Brock hurried, standing up abruptly, grabbing his briefcase, just before he ran out of the door, he bent down and kissed Y/N on the forehead, “bye baby, I’ll see you later, be good.”

When the sound of the front door slammed shut, Y/N slumped back in her seat, rubbing over her face with her normal hand, as she sighed in relief.

~~~~

Steve groaned when the sound of his alarm awoke him, slamming his hand down onto the buzzer to stop the ringing noise.

Turning over, he lifted the sheets over his head, pushing his head further under his pillow and closing his eyes, hoping for a few more hours sleep. However, his hopes vanished when the pounding on his bedroom door, startled him awake.

“Come on, get up. We’re going to get breakfast/lunch and most likely /dinner.” The voice of his best friend, echoed through the door, and Steve groaned once more into the mattress, as he pulled the pillow tighter over his head.

Steve remained unmoved, even when the sound of the door handle being turned, squeaked into the room.

Steve yelped when the sheets were torn off of him and he curled into a ball to combat the cold.

“Come on, Steve. Or I’ll wake you up with a prostate exam.” Bucky joked, and Steve’s eyes widened when he heard the snap of latex gloves, looking out from under his pillow.

Bucky stood in just his boxer short, wearing a pair of white latex gloves, and a mischievous grin.

“Try it, I dare you.” Steve threatened narrowing his eyes, Bucky did the same, and before either of them knew it, they were engaged in a semi-naked; high noon standoff, and the music for The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, was playing in both of their heads.

Steve was the first to break, and soon was giggling at the floppy haired, dork, stood in the middle of his room, and Bucky wasn’t far behind, as he too began to chuckle.

“But seriously get up, me and Banner are starving, and you know how Bruce get when he’s hangry.” Bucky jested, as he walked out of Steve’s room, “we don’t like him when he’s hangry.”

Steve rolled off the now bare mattress and looked at his phone to check the time.

12:30pm

Not bad, few hours sleep for an ER doctor that should have finished his shift at 12:00am but ended up finishing at 3:00am instead. Standard.

Steve and Bucky had two hours, before they were back to work on the ward, so Steve was quick to dress, pulling on a pair of joggers, and an under-armour shirt, that would go over his scrubs later.

The three of them headed into the hub of the city, heading to the Cozy Café, the groups favourite spot to grab what would be their only substantial meal of the day. Soon they would be snacking on the hospital’s finest stale sandwiches and coffee beans.

Whilst they were there, they met with their friend, Sam, who was the Police Captain for the NYPD, he was on lunch. The four of them grabbed a table and began to chow down on the waffles and pancakes.

“So, Bucky told me it got a little hairy in the ER last night, what happened?” Sam looked at Steve, whilst taking a sip of his latte, even though he was out of office, he was still in cop mode.

“Just a couple of drunks, who think Monday’s the new Saturday, nothing new.” Steve shrugged.

“Didn’t look like a drunken dispute, when me and Bruce, had to jump in to save your ass, from that jerk in cubicles.” Bucky reminded Steve, “I don’t think I’ll ever forget that girl’s face.”

“What jerk, what girl?” Sam leant forward, resting his knife and fork on his plate, as he listened intently.

“This guy, who came into the ER last night, he was aggressive, and his girl looked terrified.” Bruce explained, “Steve treated the girl for…what was it?”

“She cut her hand on some glass, although I don’t quite believe that story.” Steve told the guys, he pretended like he hadn’t given it a second thought, but in truth, he hadn’t stopped thinking about Y/N since she had run out of the ER. The way she looked at Steve with such fear, when he asked her to take her cardigan off, and the colour of the bruises on her arms, and the repetitive pattern in which they marked her skin.

“Did the guy leave a name?” By now Sam had pulled out a pen and was scribbling notes onto a napkin.

“Rumlow?” Steve said, and Sam looked at him like he knew something that Steve didn’t.

“Brock Rumlow?” Sam asked, pulling out his phone.

“Err…yeah I think that’s what she called him.” Steve had put his cutlery down, and was now leaning up onto his elbows, “why do you know him?”

“Know him…” Sam snorted, and Steve tilted his head, “I’ve worked with him.” Sam turned his mobile round, to show him the screen.

Steve’s eyes widened, as he read the information on the google page.

“Brock Rumlow, solicitor for S.H.I.E.L.D Legal Firm, wins ‘Not Guilty’ plea for known mobster, Alexander Pierce.”

Steve knew it was the Rumlow he had met in the ER, same dark menacing eyes, the twisted grin on his face resembled the sneer that he had given Steve.

“Fuck me.” Bucky choked on his waffle as he had finished reading the same page as Steve, “no wonder the guy was such a prick, he practically runs New York, or knows people, who does.”

“He’s a damn good lawyer, but true he is a prick. I always thought there was something a little funky with the dude.” Sam turned his phone off and stuffed the napkin he’d been writing into his pocket.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, his mind raced as he thought about Y/N, that’s why she was so compliant, why she let him walk all over her. The guy probably new the law like the back of his hand, every loophole and excuse.

“I don’t know, he was working with this guy, who I’d been after for months, murder, robbery, sexual assault, you name it the guy had probably done it. Me and the guys at the station were sure we had him, legit we had been working for years to try and catch this guy.”

“But…” Bucky pressed growing impatient.

“But…the guy was loaded, because of his criminal enterprise, he could afford Rumlow’s fee, which ain’t cheap by the way, and got off,” Sam sighed, and took a heavy sip of his coffee, like it was a hefty glass of bourbon, “completely cleared of all charges. Mayor T’Challa was furious, that was certainly a frosty meeting.”

“Jeez, but what made you think he was off?” Bruce questioned, having listened to everything that had been said.

“Well I saw him after the court was dismissed, and I don’t know he just seemed…off.” Sam thought hard as he tried to remember that day.

“Off how?” Steve pushed, he’d stopped eating and drinking completely, wholly absorbed in the conversation, all he could see in his mind was Y/N’s frightened eyes.

“Like despite being in a room full of Mobsters, and criminal masterminds, he knew he was the most powerful guy in the room.” Sam’s words made Steve’s blood run cold.

~~~~~

“What happened to your hand?” Hope asked you, as Y/N winced when she began folding up the mats, Hope had just used for her martial arts class.

“Oh…” Y/N stammered for a moment, caught slightly off-guard from the question, “I cut myself, chopping up some veggies for mine and Brock’s dinner.”

If there was one thing that Y/N had learned in the year and half, her and Brock had been together, was how to lie. Hope grimaced, meaning she took what Y/N was saying to be the truth.

“Oof, nasty.”

“Mmmhmm.” Y/N hummed, tuning out of their conversation, while she packed away the rest of the gym equipment.

Y/N had worked at ‘Antman 2 Superman’ gym, for over 2 years, she had always been shy, so had never really given too much of herself away, that’s why it wasn’t so suspicious, when she became even more of a recluse when she began seeing Brock. People simple saw her as a private person, little did they know, she was crying out for help, she just didn’t know the words to ask for it.

Y/N was so lost in her own little world, she didn’t hear Hope calling her name, until she was waving her hand in front of her face.

“Hello, earth to Y/N, do you want to go?” Hope stood with her hand on her hips, and Y/N tilted her head, left completely confused by what Hope was talking about.

“Sorry, I was-“

“Wasn’t listening?” Hope finished before Y/N could continue.

“Yep…sorry?” Hope smirked as she shook her head at her friend.

“As I was saying, do you want to come out tonight?” Y/N’s heart began to speed up. Yet again she was in another awkward situation, where the answer was going to have to be some amazing concoction of lies, as to why Y/N couldn’t go out.

“But it’s Tuesday,” Y/N stated, hoping that would be a good starting block for her lies; “nowhere decent will be open.”

“There’s a place called the Social Butterfly, on Atlantic Avenue. It’s open six days a week, and there’s a happy hour on Tuesday’s?” Hope tried to entice Y/N.

However, before Y/N could make any more excuses; she wasn’t looking where she was placing a weight, just as Hope realised, she was left helpless, as the rest of the shelf of rubber weights, fell onto Y/N’s foot.

Y/N yelped in pain, pulling it free from the weights, jumping up and down, clutching it in her unbandaged hand.

“Owowowow.” Y/N hopped around in a circle, whilst her foot pulsed. She tried to walk on it, but a shooting pain that spread from the bottom of her foot, all the way to her knee, had her crumbling onto the floor.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Hope yelled, kneeling down next to Y/N, and trying to examine the slightly dented foot.

“Don’t touch it.” Y/N pushed Hope’s hands away, the prodding making it worst.

“Sorry, sorry,” Hope rushed out her apologises, retracting her hands, “we need to take you to Sinai, it could be broken?”

Hope watched as Y/N tried to stumble to her feet, but Y/N failed, and crumpled back onto the floor.

“No, I’m fine, I just need a moment.” Y/N tried to lie, but she cried out once more as she tried once again, to stand.

“Do you want me to call Brock, so he can come and get you?” Hope offered, but Y/N’s head snapped up.

“No.” she stated bluntly, “no, I don’t want to disturb him whilst he’s at work.” She responded more calmly, when she saw Hope become slightly taken aback, by her quick response.

“Well then I’ll take you.” Hope confirmed, helping Y/N to stand, by pulling her arm over her shoulder.

“But what about the gym?” Y/N hurried out, trying to dig her heal in to stop Hope from walking too quickly.

“Hun, I’m dating the owner.” Hope responded flatly, “Besides that; it’s completely dead, it’s 2:30 and the rush starts at 5, I’ll call Luis he can cover us.”

Y/N wasn’t able to protest, because she was quickly ushered out of the small business and into her friend’s car, on her way back to the scene of last night’s crime.

A/N: Could really do with the ‘Antman 2 Superman’ after this lockdown period is over. How y'all coping with quarantine life?

Part Three//

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thewildomega · 3 years

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Always wondered how Katakuri would react to a painter S / O ? The strange way they look at life from an artistic view , Since it probably wouldn't be practical for a pirate to be an artist : ( Like them randomly stopping to admire a flower and talking about how the color makes them feel only to hear someone like Luffy say " it's just a flower , what's the big deal ? " ) You can make is angst if you want , but can it please have a happy ending ? ( I don't wanna cry!😫)

P.s. My angst idea is the Katakuri's S / O has some ability to do with water and her belief is that is the only reason Katakuri and the Charlotte fam like her (she might be right about some of them🤔) after all I imagine they would think being a painter is stupid . You don't have to do this it's just my idea . 🌸Please and thank you💖

A/N: Thank you for requesting! So I changed a few things up but I hope you liked it!

Through the eyes of an Artist

Finding a secluded area away from everyone else you pulled out your sketch book and charcoals, your most cherished possessions. Glancing up to the spring that was surrounded by beautiful flowers of all colors you grinned a little and started drawing away, drifting away into your own mind. Times like these were your favorite, times when you could be yourself and not the woman you had been forced to play the part of.

Your mother and father owned a large sugar cane plantation and had made many business investments over the years by marrying off your brothers and sister. now however it was your turn, your parents chosen suitor had been none other than a man from the Charlotte family, one of the notorious Big Mom's sons. For weeks now you parents had been doubling down on your 'princess' training along with your lessons on how to make be a proper wife. You hadn't known to just two days ago when your ship had arrived at Toto Land Island that your betrothed just happened to be the most feared of them all, Katakuri. Having only been in his presence once, he had said nothing to you, only looked down at you with a cold stare that told you everything you needed to know. He didn't want you. Your parents and brothers had seen it as well apparently and the moment all of you had been shown to your temporary rooms they had all started jumping you.

"You couldn't smile a little?"

"Why did you not curtsy like we talked about?"

"Couldn't you have made yourself even the slightest bit attractive tonight?"

"You are such a disappointment..."

"Why oh why did we have to be cursed with such a worthless daughter!"

"The only thing good she has going for her is her devil fruit powers..."

On and on they went, your eyes focused on the floor as tears brimmed and threatened to spill down your cheeks. That night when you had laid in bed all you could think about was how not even your husband would care about you. You were doomed to be forever unloved. What sucked even more was that you were being ripped away from the only friend that you had ever had, the only person that didn't see you as a failure and waste of space. Tika had been the only person to seem to like you for you not just because of your water manipulation devil fruit powers.

Before you knew it splotches were messing up your art piece and you sniffled as you reached up to wipe away the tears falling from your eyes. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath and sighed. Opening your eyes a bit you looked towards the blueish purple hyacinth and blinked slowly, turning the page to capture that single flower, the one that represented how you felt. Adding in different shades and blending them together with your fingertip you tilted your head to the side in concentration, not even hearing the person walk up behind you.

"You shouldn't be out here." a deep voice spoke.

Completely caught off guard by the sudden voice you threw your sketch book and charcoal out of your hands and let out a little yelp. Snapping your eyes up you saw the two crimson eyes looking at you with the same coldness and disdain as they had two days ago. Opening and closing your mouth you quickly bowed your head. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't know it was off limits o..or anything I just... well I..." Stupid you had done it again, you had messed up again. Just like you always did. "I'm sorry." you said in a whisper.

He just stood there watching as the woman, his bride to be stumbled over an apology. Seeing her bow her head low and then move to gather her things he moved his eyes to the ground and saw a pad of paper of sorts and what looked to be a set of colorful charcoals, many of which were very small. She had been drawing? Crouching down he began helping her gather all the little pieces for her.

When his large hand started picking the pieces of charcoal out of the grass to hand them to you you glanced up to him and saw his face buried in his scarf. Taking them when he held them out for you, you quickly thanked him and went about placing them in the small bag you had. Being so focused on the task at hand you didn't even notice him lift your sketch pad up and flip it over to examine your flower piece until it was too late. "No! Don't look at tha...." you tried saying but it was too late.

Standing back to his full height he looked over the different drawings and art pieces. "You did all these?" he asked, his voice emotionless.

Curling up some you mumbled out a small 'yes' and readied yourself for the cruel words you were so used to hearing. When he said nothing you bit your lip and looked down. "I know it's a useless pass time, stupid even but I..."

Looking to a painting of the sea he grinned a little behind his scarf. "You are an exceptional artist." Hearing her small gasp he looked down to see a small blush dusting her cheeks and her eyes looking up at him in pure shock. She wasn't used to such compliments apparently.

You could honestly say your heart warmed a bit at his kind words and you swallowed thickly before replying. "Thank you."

Humming he began leading her back to the palace. "Do you preferer to use Charcoals?" he asked.

Shaking your head you reached up to brush your hair back behind your ear. "No, paints are my favorite."

"Gouache, Watercolors, acrylics or oil?" he asked.

You had never had anyone to talk about art with before and could feel yourself smiling a little at the conversation. "Well I've only ever been able to use Acrylics and oil based paints before. I have seen some watercolor pieces from other artist before though and hope to one day try them as well."

Humming he continued walking with her all the way to the palace doors, the both of them quietly talking about this and that until he heard a man and woman yell his fiancé's name.

Quickly looking up when you heard your parents yell your name you saw them both waiting at the front entrance, deep scowls on their faces. Instantly the smile that Katakuri had managed to bring to your lips disappeared. "Mother, fath..."

"Where have you been?! We have been searching for you for hours!" you mother screeched. "Just look at your dress, covered in those damn charcoals again." she snapped.

"I.. I'm sorry.. I..." You started but were quickly cut off by your father.

"No more of your excuses. I am sick and tired of this worthless hobby of yours." he growled, snatching your sketch pad and charcoals from you.

"No, please father I..."

"Y/n that is enough." your mother hissed out between clenched teeth.

"Now, you will apologize to Katakuri for no doubt wasting his time with your foolishness." your father demanded.

He had stood there quietly, listening to Y/n's parents belittle her. Crossing his arms over his chest he continued to remain silent, even when his bride to be turned to him and whispered out a sorrowful apology. Not responding because he knew if he opened his mouth he would say too much he just stood there and watched as her mother grabbed her wrist, too hard judging by the small wince she made, and quickly pulled her back towards their rooms.

Sighing your father pinched the bridge of his nose and turned towards the commander. "I assure you Katakuri she isn't as useless as she seems. While she may be stuck on this junk and her looks aren't very good, my daughter does have a powerful water power unlike any other. I have no doubt that she will prove to be a valuable asset to your family. Not to mention she will also be able to give you plenty of heirs. I only hope this little mishap hasn't made you change your mind about marrying her. I will be having a long talk with her and I promise that she will give this up." he said, holding up the art supplies in his hand .

Gritting his teeth he glared down at the man. "I intend to keep my families side of the deal." Without another word he walked away from the man before he did something he would regret or rather something his mother would not be happy about.

........................

Today was the day, your wedding day but you couldn't find a reason to be happy. All day you had been getting ready. People pinning you up in an attempt to make you look somewhat acceptable. Your mother's harsh comment about Katakuri not looking to your face too long making a knot form in your throat. Walking down the isle towards him you could only think back on the last few days where he had went back to ignoring you. To your knowledge the two of you had been hitting it off pretty good the other day, speaking of this and that. Perhaps though your family had been right and he was only being nice for the sake of your upcoming union.

Standing beside him as the priest spoke you looked him over through your veil and noticed how handsome he looked. Before too long your mind had began making notes about how you could draw this moment later but then you remembered your father's words and frowned. Never again would you be allowed to practice your art skills, having brought enough shame to your family.

When it came time to kiss and he lifted your veil you looked up into his crimson eyes and saw them not as cold as they were before and blinked. Feeling him kiss your head through his scarf you heard one of your brothers make a quiet comment about not blaming Katakuri for wanting to kiss you, the words making your heart clench painfully.

During the reception you sat beside Katakuri and kept your head down.

"Congratulations..."

Looking up you saw a thin, tall looking woman standing there and straightened up when you realized it was one of the other Charlotte children. "T..Thank you." you said politely.

"My name is Brulee, we haven't met yet but Big Brother here tells me you are an artist." she said with a smile.

"An Artist!?" Big Mom questioned around a mouthful of cake.

Gasping a little you looked between her and your husband. Nodding a bit you opened your mouth to speak when you caught sight of your father staring daggers at you and dropped your shoulders. "I... I used to be."

Knitting his brows at her sudden change in emotion he looked across the hall to see her father looking at her with a very strict look and raised his chin as father went on talking to his mother.

"It was a childhood hobby, nothing to brag about." you father laughed off with the rest of your family joining in.

Seeing his wife's eyes look to her lap and noticing a droplet of water fall to her lap he let out a deep breath and stood. "Mama, Y/n and I are going to retire for the night." he spoke deeply.

"Yes, yes. Of course you both are ready for the honeymoon." she laughed.

Blushing behind his scarf he said nothing as he held his hand out for Y/n to take, noticing her hand shaking a bit. "Brulee." he said and heard his little sister hum. Without a word they led her from the room and out to the hall. Seeing Brulee stand before a mirror he continued holding his wife's hand as his sister opened the mirror world.

Going through one mirror and then being led to another you felt Katakuri stop and glanced up just the tiniest amount.

"Thank you sister." he said.

"Of course." She told her brother with a smile before looking down to the smaller woman. "I can't wait to get to know you Y/n. Congratulations again."

With that you felt Katakuri pull you through another mirror and looked around when you saw you were now in a large house of sorts.

Seeing her look around curiously he grinned, "Welcome home."

Looking up to him you blinked and then scanned your eyes around the house. From where you were, which seemed to be a front foyer you could see a living area, kitchen and dining room. There was a massive stairway in front of you with many doors on the upper level that were closed.

"I will give you the grand tour tomorrow but there is one room I have been wanting to show you." he said. Holding her hand he led her up the stairs and down the hall a bit to the third door down from his... their bedroom. Grabbing the knob he looked down to her and grinned behind his scarf. "I wanted you to have a room to call your own... I guess you could call it a wedding gift from me to you." he told her, noticing her confused look. Opening the door he turned on the light and instantly heard her gasp.

Gasping you moved your hand to cover your mouth. Staring into the room you saw it filled with different art supplies. A large easel sat in the middle of the room with a chair in front of it. New paints of all different colors and types sat on the built in shelves and any other kinds of supplies you could ever dream of having. For the first time in your life you felt happy tears fill your eyes. You had to be dreaming, this had to be a dream.

Watching her quietly he said nothing until a few minutes had passed and he started getting nervous, maybe he had went overboard and it was now creepy. "So is this acceptable... do you like..." He didn't get to finish his sentence before she was pulling him down by his scarf and smashing her lips to his. Freezing he felt his breath catch in his throat and his eyes go wide. Her soft lips stayed on his for a moment before she slowly pulled away and opened her eyes to look at him. Readying himself for the cruel comments he felt his body tense but to his surprise she only smiled and it made him even more uncomfortable. "Well go on say something." he grunted out.

Cupping his scared cheek you felt his large teeth against your skin and smiled, "You're beautiful, a true masterpiece. Maybe one day you might let me paint you?"

A deep blush tinted his cheeks and now it was him that thought he was dreaming.

#Charlotte Katakuri #one piece katakuri #katakuri x reader #Katakuir fanfiction #one piece #One Piece Fanfiction #fluff #light angst

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radiorenjun · 4 years

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I Don’t Need It

• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn't stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.

• Masterlist here!

• Chapter: iii, iv

"Hey Jaemin!" you exclaimed, bumping your shoulder against his teasingly as you manage to catch up to the poor boy. Jaemin sighed before turning to you with a soft smile, "hello y/n."

"So how are you today?" you asked, shoving your hands into your hoodie pockets as you walk side by side in the halls during recess. Jaemin felt his blood boil at the sight of you, after the day he had, he just didn't feel like dealing with your nagging.

"Y/n, I’m-" Jaemin sighed heavily before he felt an arm wrapped around the two of them, his good friend, Haechan stepping in between the two. "If it isn't my favourite couple!" the boy chirped, his bright smile lightening Jaemin's mood.

"Hi Haechan!" you giggled, ignoring his arm laying lazily around your shoulder. "How are you two doing in this terrible school day?" he grinned. "Just amazing." Jaemin rolled his eyes. "Looks like Nana here is having a bad day," Haechan used his hand that was swinging against Jaemin's shoulder to pinch the boy's cheeks.

Jaemin clenched his fists, "Hyuck, I-" Jaemin took a deep breath before being interrupted once again by the obnoxious school bell. Jaemin groaned internally, feeling Haechan's arm sliding off of his shoulder quickly before bolting away from them with a short "oh shit."

"Wow, not even a goodbye." you muttered with a chuckle before looking up at Jaemin who's expression looked grim, eyes cold and emotionless and his usual smile nonexistent on his beautiful face. "We should really hurry to class, Nana." You tugged on his sleeve as students ran by the two of you, only to have him jerk his arm away from you harshly.

Your eyes widen slightly at the action, his eyes not meeting yours. "You go on without me, I gotta meet Coach bout the next game." he mumbled. "Um, okay." you bit your lip nervously, "you want me to tell Mrs. Choi for you?"

"No, thanks." Jaemin replied dryly before walking away from you. You felt sadden as Jaemin walked away, starting to walk the other way to class. This was usually what you're looking forward to everyday. That one subject where you both had the same class at the end of each day.

It's not a big deal, he just gotta talk to Coach. He is the captain now that Mark graduated. He's got more things to do now, you shouldn't be so sad at his success.

You apologized to Mrs. Choi on being late to class which she just waved off before telling you to sit down. You sat down on the empty seat next to Huang Renjun, the Chinese student who moved in a few years ago, who was also one of your close friends.

"Hey Renjun," you waved as you drop your bag on the table. "Good to see you, loser. Why aren't you sitting next to Mr. Captain of the Football Team?" Renjun chuckled, not sparing you a glance as he fidgeted with his brand new watercolor set under his desk as to not get caught by your teacher.

Renjun was in the arts club with you, that's basically how you two met. The day you met was a truly iconic moment in your friendship, which ended with you accidentally shoving the end of an acrylic paint brush into his mouth.

"He got some things to discuss with Coach, so he couldn't make it to class." you pouted, crossing your arms on the desk as you began to write down whatever your teacher was explaining on the whiteboard. Renjun looked around class, now noticing that Jaemin was nowhere in sight of the room.

"I'm so glad to be your second option, y/n." he said spitefully, earning a poke on the temple by the end of your pencil. "Hey," he gave you a death glare. "Shut up, Huang. If he didn't reject me so much maybe I wouldn't be this desperate." you muttered, writing down sloppy notes at the speed of light.

"Oh please, even if Jaemin accepted your love, you wouldn't even spare a glance at anyone but him in this whole room til Mrs. Choi actually makes you sit next to me." Renjun rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh, putting his watercolour set in his bag before turning his head to copy the ones he hasn't written.

You sighed, playfully poking his sides in retaliation, causing the taller boy to flinch at the contact. "Speaking of that, it's been-what? Three years? And you're still going strong?" Renjun asked in disbelief. "Three- It's only been two years Renjun." you chuckled.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes, "but like, how are you still going strong with the countless amount of times where he would reject you all the time?" he asked again. You felt a slight pain in your chest at his words, your mind flashing back to Jaemin's cold demeanor a while ago.

"Jaemin's just really stubborn. Why are you even questioning this now?" you tried to play it off with a smile, forcing out a small laugh as you gripped your pencil tightly, trying to make your mind focus on what's being written on the board than focusing on your stubborn soulmate who kept rejecting you.

"Yeah I know, but it's been two years, Y/n. Two damn years. I admire your determination and all but are you ever gonna just give up?" he questioned. You felt your heart sank at the thought, you wouldn't know what to do without your soulmate.

Everyone told you that being with your soulmate always made you feel whole, with butterflies fluttering around your stomach and your heart would feel like it was raised up to the clouds in heaven like a bird sparing through the sky.

The euphoria when your skins touch, the same exact feeling when you and Jaemin were casually hanging out. Deep down, the dark part of you knew that he was gonna get sick of you sooner or later. Yet you still had some hope left lingering, hoping that things would turn out otherwise.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, trying to calm your thoughts as you slowly unclenched your death grip on your pencil. "Shut up Renjun," you flashed the boy a forced smile, nudging him with a teasing look before going back on your notes.

But to be honest, you don't know if you could continue paying attention without your mind wandering around.

"You okay?" you asked when you got in the passenger seat of Jaemin's car, shutting the door to be meet with a very dark and grim Na Jaemin with his eyes not gazing away from his phone. You knew something was up.

You and Jaemin lived literally next door to each other. Ever since Jaemin got a brand new car for his birthday, he couldn’t help but offer you a ride. “Fine.” he spoke in a monotone voice. He started the engine with a twist of his key, not sparing you a glance as he started driving.

“You sure?” you asked after a pregnant pause, “you don’t sound or look fine.Did something happen at practice?” you added. You could see Jaemin’s fingers tightening their grip on the steering wheel. “I’m fine.” he muttered once again, but nonetheless your stubborn self didn’t want to leave him alone. His happiness was your happiness, after all.

“You know we could just talk it o-” you said before flinching at Jaemin’s bold yet sharp tone. “I said, I’m fine, y/n.” he huffed with a roll of his eyes. “I’m just having those days, just drop it.” he added without meeting your eyes. You stared at him for a brief moment, raising your brow at his tone.

You clicked your tongue before taking off your seatbelt causing Jaemin to turn his head to you for a small moment before looking back at the road. “What are you-” he spoke before he watch you move to the back seat and press both of your hands on his shoulder above the seats, pressing your fingers down on his clothed skin. Jaemin let out a soft groan at the contact, feeling his body relax.

“You’re clearly not fine. So let’s just talk it out and relax.” you smiled, trying to keep your balance on the moving car. “Y/N, sit down. What if you-” Jaemin interrupted himself with a relaxed groan as you dug your fingers on a sore spot. “Shut up and tell me bout your day, you dumbass.” you chuckled. Jaemin sighed in defeat, focusing on the road and the calming sensation of your palms digging into his shoulders.

“It’s nothing, really. Coach just gave me a big talk bout the responsibilities of being team leader, and the risks I have to take since it’s our senior year. And we’re gonna have tryouts for new members next week and I’ll have to be there, too. Everything’s just piling up into one, not to mention the exams, assignments and practice every two days.” Jaemin sighed.

You hummed, nodding as Jaemin continued to vent out his emotions to you as if you weren’t the same girl who was constantly bugging him everyday with your undying love confessions. It felt as if you two were sixteen again, before the whole soulmate problem came up. “I get it, with Seulgi graduating, someone has to be the president of the art club. Everyone wants me to be the leader but I don’t think I’m ready.” you nodded in understanding.

Jaemin smiled as you spoke,”but like, sometimes you gotta take up responsibilities when they’re given to you, you know? We just gotta do our best and start taking slow steps at a time.” you continued, trying to focus on massaging Jaemin’s shoulders. “Thanks, y/n.” Jaemin chuckled softly, his heart warming up, knowing you got his back no matter what. “I’m glad you always got my back.”

“Of course I do,” you smiled. “I am your soulmate after all,” you bit your lip nervously, you almost hesitated saying those words. You prepared yourself for the dark glare that was now peering at you through the rear view mirror, “Y/N...” Jaemin spoke in an exasperated sigh. “I know, I know. ‘Y/N, you know this more than anyone in the whole world, I don’t want to have a chosen soulmate, or any at all. I want to fight against what fate has in store for me.’ I heard you say this a gazillion times, Nana.” you giggled, mocking his deep voice dramatically.

Jaemin let out a small giggle, shaking his head profusely as he felt your fingers disappear as you crawled to the front passenger seat beside Jaemin once again. He watched you hop on to the passenger’s seat, clipping your seat belt on. He bit his lip as he recalled his tone early, feeling guilty slightly at his previous actions.

Soon he let out a small smile, doing a u-turn to head to your favorite diner. “Whatever,loser. You want to get some smoothies?” he offered with his charming bright smile, pupils shining bright once again that you could feel yourself fall deeper for this boy. “Do you even have to ask, Mr. Captain Of The Football Team?” you giggled.

Jaemin laughed, shaking his head at you. “One hour,Y/n. One whole hour. That’s how long I left you at Mrs.Choi’s class to sit beside Renjun and now you’re becoming him.” Jaemin jokes, poking your sides teasingly. “Imagine what would’ve happen if I left you with him for a whole day, alone.” he hummed curiously.

“Shut up, Nana. You know very much I rather be left alone with you,” you winked, causing Jaemin to roll his eyes at you. “Do I really need to reject you again? I’m sure you have my whole speech perfectly memorized in that brain of yours.” he chuckled. You felt your heart sank once again at his words,but nonetheless you maintained a bright smile on your face. “Who knows? Maybe you finally fell for me,” you grinned.

“Stop dreaming, Y/N. That’s definitely not gonna happen.”

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the-mighty-jellybean · 4 years

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Black & Blue

Bruise: an injury appearing as an area of discoloured skin on the body, caused by a blow or impact rupturing underlying blood vessels...

Series Summary:

Pairing: Doctor!Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader

Part One// Part Two// Part Three// Part Four// Part Five// Part Six// Part Seven// Part Eight// Part Nine// Part Ten// Part Eleven// Part Twelve// Part Thirteen// Part Fourteen// Part Fifteen// Part Sixteen// Part Seventeen// Part Eighteen// Part Nineteen// Part Twenty// Part Twenty-One//

Part Twenty-Two: Answers To a Lot of Questions

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language

Word Count: 2.2k

“Steve…I…”

“Please say yes, Y/N, you are the love of my life, you are all I want. You and this baby, are my life now, and I want that to be official.” Steve had dropped to both of his knees, Y/N was sitting cross-legged, her jaw hanging open.

“Steve, we’ve only known each other five months, don’t you think this is a bit soon?” Y/N loved Steve unconditionally, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready for the full commitment of marriage.

“Any longer and it would be too late. Please, Y/N, marry me.” Steve pleaded, he shuffled towards her on his knees, “Please, sweetheart.”

“okay.”

It was so quiet, Steve nearly missed it, but then Y/N’s lips twitched up, when she watched the look of confusion of Steve’s face.

“Wait, what was that?” Before anymore was said Y/N leapt onto Steve’s lap, wrapping her legs around his knelt-up waist, balancing on his knees, smashing her lips into Steve’s.

“So…is that...a yes then?” Steve panted, in between kisses.

“What do you think?” Y/N laughed.

“Well you could be using your womanly intuition to make me forget what I just asked you.” Steve ranted, making Y/N shake her head, and push it into his head.

“I’m saying yes, Steve, I can’t believe it, but I’m saying yes.” Y/N breathed, looking up into Steve’s eyes, which were bright with happiness, but his pupils were dilated with love and lust.

He picked her up, and spun her around a few times, before they both fell onto the bed.

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“…and this is the kitchen.” The stuffy estate agent waved her arm around, as Y/N linked her arm with Steve. The two glanced around the small, but quaint apartment, that they had found in Manhattan.

Y/N and Steve were exhausted, all week they had been looking at apartment after apartment, the date for the custody hearing had come faster than the trial, it was in a week, and the couple were racing to find a place.

“It’s very spacious, with lots of room for little ones.” The estate agent continued to try and sell, the last of the apartments. So far Steve and Y/N had found at least one flaw with every single one of the living accommodations that the woman had showed them.

Y/N shot Steve a look when she mentioned multiple ‘little ones’, Y/N’s hands instinctually travelling to her bump, smoothing the material of the jumper she had stolen from Bucky, in a haste to leave the building after they had both overslept.

When the woman was just met with more silence from the couple, her faked smile slipped, a little, but she quickly fixed it;

“I’ll leave the two of you alone, so that you can discuss, the apartment without the pressure of my eyes on the pair of you.” She scuttled back into the foyer of the building, but you knew her ear remained locked on the door.

“So, what do you think, it’s nice, huh?” Steve took Y/N’s elbows, cupping them at the crook, and gazing into Y/N’s slightly overwhelmed looking eyes.

“Yeah, it’s pretty, it’s got a lovely view of the city.” Y/N pulled out of Steve’s elbow grip, walking towards the large glass window that overlooked the bustling city of Manhattan.

“But…I’m sensing there’s a but?” Steve joined Y/N by the window, resting his chin on the top of her head, his hands settling on her waist.

“It’s just that…it’s a lot of money a month, and I know we have the support of Bruce’s settlement money, but that’s only enough for about six months’ rent, if we subtract the deposit, and with a baby coming, and the shit we have to buy for that, I just don’t think we can keep the payments up, especially as you’re the only one working, and will be for a while, when I eventually pop.”

Y/N had to gasp when she finished her little ramble, Steve’s eyes had closed, but he had managed to refrain from shaking his head at the girl.

“You finished?” Steve sighed, sensing that Y/N had run out of steam.

“I’ve told you, sweetheart, we don’t have to worry about money, we can cope, and we will. Bucky and Bruce have said they’re happy to help us out with buying some baby stuff, Bucky’s sisters, Becca, she’s got a couple of kids, and she going to send us some old clothes and a highchair, once we find a place.” Steve explained, feeling Y/N relax under his fingertips, as she took deep breaths in and out.

“I just hate having to rely on other people, I want it to be just us, just for a little while. I felt like the only time I got to have you to myself was when we were at Tony and Pepper’s, but even then, we were not completely alone.” Y/N brushed her nose with Steve, and he happily nudges it back.

“I know, bubba, I know, and we will have all the time in the world to spend together, in this place.” Steve gazes around the room, Y/N follows his wondering eyes, but they soon drop back to her stomach, hands rubbing the stretched skin.

“We don’t have all the time in the world, we have three months.” Steve’s hand cups Y/N’s belly, running his finger along the stretched skin.

“And I promise, once this pathetic custody battle is out the way, I will spend every waking minute, making up for the wasted months that you suffered because of him. And then we will make the bestest memories, for our little girl. She will live in her own little bubble of love and happiness.”

Steve’s eyes shined with the truth, and Y/N lent into his touch.

“So…what do you think?” The woman’s sudden entrance made them both jump, turning to face the woman, who had begun clicking the lid of her pen, in a repetitive and irritating motion.

“I think we’ll take it, thank you.” Steve wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, kissing the side of her head.

~~~~~

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked for the thousandth time since they had begun to drive back to the groups shared apartment.

“Sweetheart, if you ask me that one more time, I swear to God…” Steve sighed, he had a smile on his face, as he jokingly slammed his head on the steering wheel.

“Sorry…sorry…” Y/N’s apologises growing quieter.

Steve turned into their street, quickly hoping out the car, so he could run around to Y/N’s side of the car, to help her out, closing the door behind her, his arm snaking around her back, and walking her into the building.

When they edged their way along the corridor, Y/N was the first to spot the trail of blood, that led from the corner of the stairwell, along the moulded white wallpaper, of the dusty old complex.

“Steve…” Y/N’s heat began to pound as the images of the night; Sam, Steve, Maria and herself had gone to the apartment, and saw the bloody remanence of Bruce after he had been attacked by Brock or Strucker, or whosever’s thugs that had been employed to dispose of Bruce.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m here.” Steve hushes, pushing Y/N behind him, as he edges towards the door, which was where the bloody trail led.

Steve was surprised to see that the door was closed tight, not thrown open or beaten down, like it had been before with Bruce. As he drew his keys, he glanced once more behind him, when he felt Y/N clutch at the back of his shirt.

“Bucky?” Steve called out, pushing the door slightly ajar, curving his head around the corner. Y/N tried to look over and around him, but his broad figure was making that challenging, she noticed his shoulders go lax, and heard the faint reply of Bucky, which made Y/N feel more at ease, especially when the call back did not sound panicked or pained.

“What’s happened, why is he here?” Y/N pushed passed Steve, so she could see what Steve was talking about.

Her hand slapped over her mouth, when her eyes, laid upon a broken and bloodied face, if it weren’t for the weird, yet ripped, space t-shirt that the kid was wearing, Y/N would never have recognised that the assaulted young man, that was leaning heavily on the table, whilst Bucky and Bruce cleaned up his face, was none other than Peter Parker.

“Peter…Peter Parker?” Y/N edged her way towards him, her hands protectively circling her bump, “What the fuck happened?”

Y/N knelt on the floor, by the poor boy’s feet, taking hold of his shaking hands, his fingers immediately gripping hers.

“Bbrock…he took me.” Peter stuttered, Y/N squeezed his hand, trying to avoid the little cuts on his delicate digits. As she squeezed, his hands, she turned them slightly, noticing the deep gauges on his wrists that had been caused by some kind of rope, or tie.

“Oh Peter, when? How long have you been missing?” Peter had to cough, as something rolled down his throat, he wasn’t sure if it was saliva or blood that was choking him.

“A few days, I agreed to make a statement, I agreed to stand up in court, the next thing I know I’m being knocked down in a car and dragged into a basement.” Peter responds, shakily.

“Peter, do you have any pain in your neck?” Bruce asks, his thumbs feeling along the back of his neck, and his shoulders.

Peter shook his head, Bruce flinching and holding his head tightly; “try and keep still for me, bud, just until we’re had a chance to examine your neck properly.

“Oh, yeah…sorry, no, no pain.” Peter backtracked.

“You were going to give a statement?’ Y/N had gotten stuck on those last few words.

“Yeah, yeah, I was. I told Sam I wanted to make the testimony, alongside you. Sam told me he was sending over two officers, to come and get me. Only when I went outside, I was met with these two guys, when I tried to run, they chased me down in their car, knocked me over. I blacked out, the next thing I know, I’m waking up in a haze, in somebody’s basement, tied to a fucking radiator-ouch.” Peter winced, Bucky’s soft apology soon following.

“Peter…” Y/N sighed, as carefully as she could she wrapped an arm around the young boy, pulling him as close as she dared, trying not to hurt him.

“It’s okay, I’m okay now.” Peter sounded unconvinced, Y/N looked at Bucky, who was still patching up the cuts on Peter’s hands, trying to clean them, before they could become even more infected than they already were.

“We’re going to be okay, Peter, I promise.” Y/N kissed Peter’s cheek, finding the only space that wasn’t either smeared in blood, or gashed.

“I know, I will be now, I will be okay with you.” Peter tries to nod his head once again, but Bruce’s hold it firmly, the flash of the blue lights outside the window, has Peter jumping slightly.

“Who’s that, who’s coming?” Peter tries to stand, but Bruce holds him gently, yet firmly, in the chair, so he can’t move.

“It’s okay, Peter, that’s just some friends of mine, who are going to give you a ride to the hospital.” Bucky took hold of one of Peter’s shoulders.

“Who, who are they?” The fear in Peter’s eyes, made Y/N’s burn, as she knew the look of dread so clearly.

“Their names are Nat and Clint, they’re going to look after you I promise, the only place they will take you, is the hospital.” Bucky tried to comfort the still frightened teenager.

“Do you promise, swear to me, swear they will not take me anywhere else?” Peter grabbed hold of Y/N’s shirt, making her stumble slightly. Steve was quick to catch her, and hold her up, so she wouldn’t hurt the baby in the fall.

“Peter, go steady, Y/N is pregnant.” Steve warned Peter, trying to detach his stiffened fingers.

“Oh shit, I’m so so sorry, did I hurt you, did I hurt the baby, I shouldn’t have come here, I’m just causing trouble.” Peter rambled, once again trying to stand, with Bruce not being steady on his feet, quite yet, stumbled backwards, Bucky catching him before he fell to far, before leaping to Peter, to sit him down.

“No, no, no Peter. Sit down, please, sit.” Bucky pleads, trying to keep the boy stabilised, until Nat and Clint could rush him to the ER.

“Peter, listen to me. You’re okay, I’ll go with you, darling. Would that be better, if I went with you?” Y/N grabbed the boy, breaking free of Steve’s protective hold.

“You’d do that, for me?” Peter’s eyes wobbled, as the water pooled in his eyes.

“Of course. Come on.” Y/N held her hand out to him, Peter happily taking hold of it, allowing Y/N to lead him to the door, Steve, Bucky and a slightly wobblier Bruce, helped to escort the two of them from the complex, to Nat and Clint, who had been waiting for them.

“You’re safe now, Pete. We’re going to look after you.”

A/N: Okay there may be a few mistakes in this one, but it was written when I was in hospital recovering from an ACCIDENTAL painkiller overdose. I’m all good, just didn’t read the instructions on the box, when I was desperate because of the pain I was feeling.

Part Twenty-Three//

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