They Need To Hold Hands And Live Happily Ever After (they’re Both Gonna End Up Falling Deeper And Deeper

do me a favor

Tell me again about how global warming isn’t real while you sign the detention slip for the girl you dress coded in the middle of March because it’s been in the 70’s for the last week?

Tell me again how wrong men being in relationships with men is disgusting as you navigate to the lesbian videos on pornhub?

Tell me again about how gay marriage goes against your Christian beliefs as you sneak off to meet your mistress for the third time today, whom you’re leaving your second wife for?

Tell me again why I, and others like me, should have fought harder against my silent attacker, while you laugh off little boys chasing, and hitting little girls, saying Boys will be boys?

Tell me again why my shoulders, and my knees, and my back need to stay covered, while boys get away with cut offs that show their stomachs?

Tell me again why my breastfeeding is disgusting, and why my nipples must be hidden, while you watch hours of porn fantasizing over unnatural breasts, then saunter outside to mow your lawn without a shirt?

Tell me again why you get a say in what happens with my ovaries when you know in the back of your mind you wouldn’t stick around, and would fight tooth and nail not to pay child support if you got me pregnant.

Please, tell me again.

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Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: My Fault: London (2025), Culpa mía | My Fault (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Noah & The Girl She Used to Be, Nick/Noah (My Fault: London), Noah & Ella (My Fault: London), Noah & William Leister (My Fault: London), Nick & William Leister (My Fault: London), Jenna/Lion (My Fault: London) Characters: Noah (My Fault: London), Nick Leister (My Fault: London), Ella (My Fault: London), William Leister (My Fault: London), Travis - Noah's Dad (My Fault: London), Ronnie Burns (My Fault: London), Jenna (My Fault: London), Lion (My Fault: London) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape Aftermath, Dissociation, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Claustrophobia, Noah needs a hug, Noah Saves Herself, Aftermath of Violence, Healing, Recovery isn't linear, Developing Relationship, Non-Sexual Intimacy, But also, Sexual Content, Panic Attacks, Scars, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Character Study Summary:

Ronnie is a touch smarter, and he guts Nick’s McLaren first. Noah has to save herself. (It’s a lot bloodier.)

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Or, The road to salvation looks a lot like the road to hell, and survival is a painful thing.

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace”

— Oscar Wilde (The Canterville Ghost)