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kim minji x fem! reader

synopsis: you both knew love came with downhills, but neither of you thought it'd get that bad. you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter, and she's the best thing you could ever call 'mine'.

genre + others: non-idol reader x idol minji, goes over the ups and downs of their relationship, semi angst but fluff end TRUST ME

notes: (TW: implied suicide of minor character) , y/n has been through so much pls give her a break, idk if either of them were toxic, but they work around it bc love >>>, not requested, i was just listening to the album and got an idea that made my soul go WHOOSH hehe, THIS IS A VERY LONG ONE

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you were in college, working part-time, waiting tables. left a small town, never looked back. i was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin', wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts.

you and minji were your friend group's favorite couple. almost anyone would agree, actually.

you met in high school when you transferred from a smaller, almost unknown town under a merit scholarship sponsored by the school. you were your family's pride and joy, the eldest daughter and older sister to two siblings. your parents weren't born with the same comfort they provided you and your siblings, or any comfort at all. it took a lot of work for them to get to where they were, and even then they still work day and night to give a life better than theirs for their children.

being born first, you witnessed everything. the blood, sweat, and tears your parents poured into everything; their failed start-up business, their multiple part-time jobs, and the low-paying wages they'd get in return. but above all this, you also saw how your parents did it all for love. love for you, love for their kids, love for the family they made. and so you swore, as an adorable 8-year-old, that you'd work your hardest and earn enough money to get your parents to rest comfortably once they were of age. you were raised in a struggling house, but a loving home. you knew love. you weren't a stranger to it. you loved love and the power it held.

minji, on the other hand, didn't. when you met her in your first year of high school, her parents had just signed divorce papers after her dad caught her mother cheating. she was only 16 at the time, and her parents were her role models of love. to her, they represented what love would, could, and should be. she believed in love, until she grew to hate it. she hated the way it hurt her father, she hated the way it hurt her, but most of all she hated the way it pulled her mother away from her. minji knew love. she wasn't a stranger to it. but she hated love and the power it held.

because of the stark difference you two had with your outlooks on love, it was a shock to everyone when the kim minji agreed to not just being your prom date, but to you courting her during your junior year of high school as well.

“kim minji is this really you?” her best friend at the time, seol yoona, waved her hand in front of the raven-haired girl’s face. she was trying to finish an essay in english, one of their final requirements for the semester. “what’s different about park y/n?”

minji sighed and closed her notebook, finally facing the rest of her friends who sat crowded around her.

“look. she was nice to me at prom and she’s…” her friends’ eyes widened in anticipation. “cute, i guess.”

“oh come on minji that can’t be just it…”

“yeah you rejected like a quarter of the student population! i’m sure there were a few nice and cute ones!”

“they all…” minji started as she stood up from her desk and began packing her things in her backpack. “i’m just more comfortable with her, okay? we’ve been friends a while, and she’s patient about everything right now because she knows about…”

the rest of the table nodded their heads in understanding. there was no need for her to expound on that.

meanwhile, in the complete opposite side of the school campus, was where you and your two closest friends ate lunch. under the shade of the courtyard’s largest tree.

"you're fucking playing with me..."

"i'm not! she said yes! she really did!" you exclaimed, mouth full of the school's spam and kimchi kimbap.

"you better not mess this up y/n... you're like the first person i know of that she's ever said yes to." your other friend commented, playfully shoving your upper arm.

"do you guys not have like... the teeny-tiniest bit of faith in me?"

they looked at you for a solid minute before nodding and shrugging. jokes aside, you were a selfless and caring person, and every one that has ever gotten to know you was sure of that.

and fair enough, by your first year of college which was also minji's first year as newjeans' leader, after almost 2 years of courting her, you asked her to have things official, and she said yes.

do you remember, we were sitting there by the water? you put your arm around me for the first time. you made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter. you are the best thing, that’s ever been mine.

it had been just over a year since you two started officially dating, and nothing much changed since you put a label on it. you were now in your second year of university, simultaneously maintaining a part-time job at a local restaurant.

it didn’t take an idiot to know that dating an idol was hard. and it also didn’t help that your schedule wasn’t the most flexible either. there were even some days where minji had more time in the week to spend than you did. the both of you hated that, and it frustrated you two to the point where there were times you’d take it out on each other.so when you and minji had your first big argument, it was a shock to none of the peers who knew of your relationship.

you sighed deeply as you unlocked the door to your apartment. it was the middle of midterms week, and you had just finished an evening shift. you didn’t even want to think about studying for your calculus exam tomorrow, but you knew you had to if you wanted to keep your gpa up to the scholarship’s requirements.

“park y/n.” minji’s voice interrupted your brain’s train of thought. you were so busy trying to figure out the most efficient way to spend the rest of the time between the present and your exam.

usually, minji’s voice calling your name would be warm and sweet. you talked about it to your friends one time, describing it as melted chocolate, and she gagged at how cheesy you were being. but god forbid you speak the truth.

but now, her voice was neither warm nor sweet. it was cold. it was cold and sharp. if you had the time to process it you’d probably describe it as ice shards, rather than melted chocolate.

you hesitated to face her, because you knew exactly why she was here in your apartment at 11pm in the evening instead of her dorms, fast asleep. you couldn't count how many times you cancelled a date last minute within the last month, and minji was tired of you not explaining properly.

you heard her stand up from the living room couch and walk towards you in the dining table.

“what is it, minji?” you spoke, leaning your forehead against your palm as you brought out school textbooks and worksheets.

“what do you mean ‘what is it, minji’? you know why i’m here, y/n.”

she wasn’t lying. again, you knew why she was here with you, which is why you dreaded the conversation that was about to come.

“this is the 4th date you’ve cancelled this month without telling me why. if you wanted to break up i’d much rather you tell me directly…” the last sentence felt like a stab to your chest. the cold and sharp dagger that was her words, taking one large hit.

“what the fuck? no, okay! no i don’t!”

“then for the love of god would you at least tell me why you’re being so fucking distant?!”

you kept silent. eyes avoiding hers as you internally debated on whether you wanted to burden her with your struggles or not.

“see? you can’t even say it.”

“fucking hell. my sister is sick, minji.”

you let out a shaky exhale as you spoke, finally gathering the courage to face her.

“she has pneumonia. she’s sick. she’s in the hospital. and i-“ you cut yourself off as tears made its way down your face. the cold exterior on minji’s face dropped almost immediately at the sound of your voice breaking. your breathing remained shaky as you tried your best to verbalize everything that has been piling up over the past few weeks.

“medical insurance isn’t enough to cover it. my parents are working endlessly, but they’re getting older and i don’t want them to overwork themselves or they could get sick too, so i asked if i could pick up more shifts at the restaurant because that’s really all i can do right now. it just breaks my heart whenever i visit her because she’s always telling me that she’s sorry for causing trouble when none of it was her fault. and fuck, as if it doesn’t get any worse it’s midterms week, and if i fail just one exam it’s enough to bring my gpa down for the school to drop me.”

you gasped for air.

the girl sat beside you and rubbed your back, reaching over for your water bottle and offering it to you. you muttered a thanks as you gulped down half of the water inside and gave yourself a few seconds to speak again.

“and i know what you’re thinking. ‘why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve helped.’ but minji please. you’re an idol. you’re a celebrity. fuck, you’re the leader of one of the biggest group’s right now. you have enough on your plate. i don’t want to add to that.”

minji nodded to show you she was listening despite not saying anything since you started letting it out.

"let's take a walk."

you were shocked by the suggestion, and minji could tell. she would be too.

“but won’t people recogn-“

"more air to breathe, more space to think. come on." she got your coat for your and brought your most comfortable pair of shoes over.

you weren't agreeing, but you also weren't objecting the idea. from what could've been a fight to this, you were just glad you had the warm minji with you right now.

she dragged you along by the hand, just a few steps ahead of you. it didn't take too long until you two found yourselves sitting on the park bench facing a small river. it wasn't too far away, just a couple meters from your apartment building.

“can i ask you something, y/n?” there it was. the warmth, the sweetness in her voice.

she turned to face you. “do i bother you when i tell you about my problems? when i talk to you about how i worry for haerin not opening up, or when i tell you about how hanni might’ve bothered me on a certain day. does that burden you?”

you looked up at her shaking your head, your eyes still red and puffy.

“w-what? no. never. i like that you let me know. i like knowing you have some type of output for it."

"well if it doesn't burden you then what makes you think you'd burden me?"

you slowly looked away, eyes busy gazing the clear water and the rocks that laid under.

she moved to wrap her right arm over your shoulders, and slowly reached for your left hand to hold if you'd let her. after all, she didn't expect to be comforting you when she planned on seeing you.

"i may be an idol. i may be a celebrity. i may be newjeans' minji a lot of the time. but i'm also your girlfriend, park y/n. the one you met in high school whose life you changed forever the day you asked me to prom." you leaned against her when she pulled you closer as she spoke.

"i stopped believing in love when my parents split. remember when i told you that? but you were there every step of the way. you understood, and you were fine with waiting." minji took a pause to make sure you were still with her, listening.

your eyes were heavy, but your brain couldn’t be more alive.

“y/n, i don't want to be the person that makes their partner feel like they can't talk to them. let me be there for you too, okay? i may not be able to do a lot to fix it, but i'll be there because you shouldn't be facing things alone. not when you have me."

you nodded, letting out the last of your tears on her shoulder while she ran her fingers through your hair.

“so next time, please, please tell me what bothers you.”

you never gave a clear response, just your sobs slowing down as she held you. minji would later on regret not noticing this.

a few minutes later, after you calmed down, you pulled away to finally fix your eyes on hers.

"thank you. and i still owe you an apology. for how i was the past couple of weeks.”

“you really don’t have to y/n.”

“well, you say that now after i told you. but what i did was still such… an ass move, and i should’ve told you what was going on because you deserved to know with the way it affected you too.”

minji gave you a smile. a small smile that held the largest emotions a human could ever feel. she leaned against your side, head on your left shoulder with her arm around your waist.

“it’s okay…”

“i love you.”

three words. eight letters. the first time it was ever said between the two of you.

on the inside, you were a little shocked. if your relationship was a sports game, no one would bet on minji saying it first. but she did. and that just made those special words mean a little more than they already did.

you wrapped your left arm around her shoulders and rested your head on hers, giving the top of her head a kiss before saying it back.

“i love you too.”

flash forward and we’re taking on the world together. and there’s a drawer of my things at your place.

a couple months later, you felt on top of the world, and so did minji. you found a higher paying stay-at-home job, your sister got better miraculously quick, and your grades were stellar. for minji, newjeans had just released another hit mini album, and it was played everywhere you went. in the store, at the mall, on tiktok, on the radio. everywhere.

eventually, you two found a free spot on both of your schedules, and used it to have sleepovers at your apartment or her dorm. she’d always prefer staying at yours though. one of the few times you stayed at hers, the second you left, hanni and hyein were teasing her endlessly about… well, usual couple stuff.

this night was one of those sleepover nights. the two of you just finished dinner and were cuddling on the sofa, trying to decide on a movie to watch.

“mean girls?”

“didn’t we watch that last week?” minji reasoned out, looking at you with a questioning face.

“uhm… horror?”

“i don’t mind.”

you hummed and browsed through the horror collection your streaming site had. it took you a while to find a movie, you and minji each always had a minor problem with whatever came up.

“oh hey this one looks fun. zom-“

“did i ever tell you the full story of my parents?”

“ha?”

you looked at her with a rather surprised expression on your face. sure, she’s told you all about being a child of divorced parents and how it affected her. but you never bothered to ask more about it in fear of her discomfort.

“well… no. i wanted you to bring things up at your own pace.”

it felt like a silent agreement that maybe you two were going to drop the movie for a little “deep talk” moment.

“my dad went m.i.a., well, sort of did, on my mom.” she began, you sat cross-legged beside her, reaching for her hand to play with while she muttered a quick ‘thanks’. it was your little show of comfort.

her parents was a subject that you two didn’t bring up very often. she’d mention them once in a while, like when you were preparing a dish that reminded her of her mom’s cooking, or when you came over to help fix hyein’s bike like her dad used to do for her. but it was never in the subject of the divorce. you two always had more to talk about when you were together anyways.

“he lost a lot of the money in their savings, and he’d never talk to my mom about it thinking he could cover it up soon enough. mom was convinced he was cheating and was sending money to another girl. even after my dad explained everything she just… went and did what she did. until he caught her and… well, you know the rest.”

minji was surprisingly calm throughout the whole storytelling. you figured it must’ve been from keeping it in for so long, finally letting the old wounds heal.

“wow…”

“yeah, ‘wow’.”

“i’m sorry, i just…” you paused and grabbed her other hand, holding them both closely within your palms. “do you think if your dad was honest from the beginning things would’ve been different?”

“i-… well…”

“nevermind, sorry that was int-“ you dropped her hands and ran yours through your hair, the other covering your mouth in disbelief.

“no no, it’s okay.” she reached for your hands and they were intertwined once again. “i think things would’ve turned out the same. it probably would’ve just… took a longer time.”

“i guess… since your mom practically ignored your dad after he explained…”

“yup. i believe things happen for a reason.”

“really? i’m 50/50 on that.” you looked up at her with a questioning look.

“well, for one, it led me to you.” she gazed in your eyes, her hands soft and gently cradling yours side to side. you looked at her with amazement. since when was she making the moves with all the cheesy lines?

“okay… so i’m not 50/50… maybe 70/30.” “dork.” “your dork?” “…” “sayyy it…” “…” “you know you wanna…”

“my dork.”

“hehehe…”

with a victorious grin on your face, you pinched her right cheek, something she both hated and loved. rolling her eyes, she positioned herself to lay her head on your crossed legs while your hands automatically fixed her hair to keep her face clear.

“god you’re so-“

“lovable? i know… it’s crazy.”

“well…”

“oh, we were serious?”

“yes, seriously, y/n. there are times i think about that night by the river.”

“that night by the river…”

“when i told you i believed in love again, after my parents. because of you.” she opened her eyes and looked up at you like you were a constellation in the night sky. eyes wide and full of wonder.

“i know what you’re talking about, i didn’t forget, don’t worry.” you smiled, tucking a strand of hair that went astray behind her ear.

“when things get hard i think of that night, and how… i don’t know. you know that feeling when something means so much, and it’s so good, feels so right, almost too perfect, you’re just scared it’ll slip away?”

“mmhm. of course. that’s how i felt about this book i was reading. things were going so well at the beginning, like it wa-… continue though.”

“sometimes i’m scared we’ll slip away.”

“what?!”

“i mean like! it’s just a tiny… irrational fear in the back of my head.”

“ell… good thing that won’t happen!”

“how are you always so sure about things?”

i tell my secrets and you figure out why i’m guarded. you say,

“i get why you’re worried, okay? but we’ll never make your parents’ mistakes.”

she sat up straight to give you a proper hug, or, well, she more or less just threw herself on you. not that you were complaining, you loved her bear hugs.

“you and i… we talk things out. we work well that way, right?”

“yeah.”

“i love you. and thank you for letting me love you.”

“i love you too. so so much.”

and we got bills to pay. we got nothing figured out, when it was hard to take, this is what i thought about.

throughout your relationship, you two came across a couple, or well, several bumps along the road. but it was always something you two had dealt with before. even if it wasn’t, you were beginning to feel comfortable sharing the weight you carried on your shoulders with minji; talking about the usual late night shifts, a terror professor, etc.

communication was one of the last things your relationship with minji lacked.

until one fateful evening, you received a phone call from your brother. one you wished you never had to hear. one no one ever deserved to hear.

before he spoke, something about it already felt wrong. the combination of muffled sirens, crying from who you surely knew was from your sister, and conversation between who you assumed were adults, was straight eery. a shiver ran down your spine, realizing the nature of the news.

and you were right.

you could feel your hand shake as he spoke with a stutter,

“noona… it’s about… about d-dad… h-he… he… did it to hims-himself… he-he w-went out… and to-told us not to follow. a-and, and then we- we heard… we heard a r-really… r-really loud noise… n-noona… wh-when… when are you coming b-back?”

what?

who?

how?

your father. he shot himself in your neighborhood’s park.

and you’ve yet to understand why. why he’d choose to abandon his family. why he suddenly switched from the hardworking man who’d endure hell for his family, to a man who chose to escape his troubles.

after consoling your brother and the rest of your family on the phone, you packed your bags and took a taxi the next day. heading straight back to your hometown, a much smaller and rural area compared to the skyscraping city of seoul.

you ran straight to your parents’ room as soon as you arrived, your bags dropped and forgotten by the conjoined living room and kitchen. there was no time to reminisce the warmth, comfort, and love that came with the childhood home you haven’t seen in years.

as soon as you stepped foot in your parents’ room, your younger sister, who was much taller than the last time you saw her, ran straight into your arms, almost knocking you over. it didn’t take long for your younger brother to follow, his added weight finally pushing you to fall butt first to the fortunately, carpeted floor.

you rubbed their backs as soothingly as you possibly could while they started dampening your shirt with tears. in a way, having them in your embrace comforted you the same way you comforted them. you shed your own fair share of tears, hugging them even tighter when they’d take deep breaths and wail.

you also needed to process whatever the hell just happened.

a few minutes later, once your siblings had calmed down, you slowly stood up from the floor and approached your mother who was sorting out papers on what used to be your parents’ shared bed. the mattress dipped as you sat beside her. you wrapped your arms around her frame, giving her a warm hug.

her pain was silent, and you wished it wasn’t so you’d at least know she had an output, but at the same time, you both knew she held it together for your siblings’ sake. she gave your forehead a kiss and ruffled your hair, muttering a soft “you’ve been eating well.”

she was just happy to see her baby home.

the next couple of days were dull and grey. it was the only word you could use to describe it. your mother would head out to deal with government papers, your siblings stayed at home with modular work as permitted by the school after what had happened, and you picked up a small full-time job at a bakery as a cashier.

in a private conversation with your mother, late at night when your siblings were fast asleep, she explained to you the law of debt and inheritance in simple terms. it was difficult, but most definitely much needed for you to at least grasp understanding on why your father did what he did.

“i know what your first thoughts were going to be. and he wasn’t being a selfish person, y/n. he never was and he never will be. in this province specifically, debt isn’t passed down to your heirs. your father… he… he borrowed a lot of money, y/n. and we thought we could pay it back over the agreed 3 years. it was taking longer than expected, and they began looking for your dad with threats that… i’d rather not share with you.”

“wait what? what about the money i’ve been sending? did it help? did you use it?”

“of course we did, y/n. we don’t want your hard work going to waste. we used it for yoonseo and junseo’s tuition. there was an increase that wasn’t in our… scope.”

“fucking school…”

“hey… listen. do you understand things a little better now?”

“…yes.”

“repeat to me what you understand.”

“dad… didn’t want them coming after me… us.”

“yes.”

“i… i don’t understand how you’re so… calm about it right now, ma. did you know? did he tell you he would?”

“he didn’t. we fought about it, actually. i couldn’t believe all that… nonsense he was saying.”

“oh… i’m sorry. i’m sorry i thought he-“

“it’s okay, y/n. and i know you. i know you, yoonseo, and junseo. it’s okay to not be okay right now. i want you to feel that. let it out. cry, scream, take a walk, do anything. let the pain pass through. i’ll be here to make sure you’ll be alright.”

“but we want to be here for you too ma…”

“you will be there for me when you feel better. but right now, you’re my children, and i’m your mom. i want to make sure you’re okay first.”

and for the rest of the night, you silently wept against your mother’s shoulder as she held you tight against her chest, the same way she did the day you were born. you were always your mother's child at the end of the day.

since the day you left til that night, your focus was on yourself and your family. comforting your siblings when your mom couldn’t, helping around the house, and searching for more jobs dirt-paying jobs you could take, for you didn’t care as long as it’d help fill the gap your father left.

your focus was solely on the grief held over yourself and your family, that somehow, you had completely forgotten about your life in the city.

the life with kim minji in it.

on her side of the world, minji was struggling. newjeans was still a popular and well-received group with global success, but their growth was exceeding expectations, and that meant that the hate wave had only gotten stronger.

as their leader, minji was the supporting pillar, the foundation of sanity for the rest of the girls. when one of them had the need to cry or rant, they’d go to her, and she’d hold that responsibility willingly out of love and care for them.

but newjeans’ leader minji, is human.

newjeans’ leader minji, is kim minji.

a 20-year-old girl facing the world’s backlash and carrying the weight of her members’ hurt alongside her own on her back.

she wasn’t meant to deal with all of that alone.

where was kim minji’s supporting pillar? where was her foundation of sanity?

where were you?

where were you when she needed you the most?

and i remember that fight, 2:30 am, ‘cause everything was slipping right out of our hands. i ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street.

things have calmed down a bit. you and your family decided it was best for you to go back to the city as it was where you’d earn the most for your work. you hated saying goodbye to them, especially at a time where it was best where you were all together. but you and your family didn’t have the luxury of choice. you and your family couldn’t afford to lose the opportunity.

on the 2-hour long taxi ride home, you finally decided to charge your phone. you hadn’t realized how you completely deserted it the moment you arrived at your childhood home. leaving it on the car seat, you decided to take a nap to get rid of the headache that was building up. whether it was from the anxiety of being away from your family after what happened, or the pressure of having your family’s financial support come mostly from you, you needed an escape, even if it was just for 2 hours.

you weren’t sure how or what you felt. you knew most would be sad. grief-struck and lost. and you did feel that in a way, when your family held a small ceremony at the memorial center because it was all you could afford. it was just you, your mom, your siblings, and a few neighbors who knew your parents.

that was the hardest you ever let yourself mourn, the loudest you ever let yourself cry, and after that, you felt empty. your chest and your stomach ached, but there was nothing else to feel. your head, on the other hand, felt heavy. like it was rammed against a cement wall and forced to carry the weight of hardbound books.

the moment you picked yourself up from your wallowing in sorrow, the weight of responsibility crashed into you all at once. like being thrown anvils to carry on your back, every step you took wherever you went. your father wasn’t just one of your family’s sources of income, he also stood as a figure of support for your siblings and your mom while you were away. you were angry at him for leaving you, but you beat yourself around into understanding that it wasn’t an escape.

it was about 2am by the time you arrived at the small apartment complex. an inconvenient decision that may have seemed senseless, but before you insisted in spending as much time as you could with your family before you were required to report to work the next day.

and so here you were, backpack in hand, unlocking the door to your apartment late at night.

seeing the living room and kitchen lights on alarmed you. you were sure you turned everything off before you left. your electricity bills were going to be horrendous that month.

you settle your bag down on the floor and bent over to untie your shoes.

“oh… you decided to come back?”

that voice.

kim minji.

hearing her voice again felt fresh. but it felt fresh for only one reason.

you ignored her the whole time you were away. you didn’t tell anyone anything, not even you friends in the city.

minji’s tone was firm. it wasn’t sharp and cold like the time she came over to confront you about missing your dates.

it was firm, but it was also vulnerable. the night she confronted you her voice lacked all the emotion in the world. tonight, it was full of it. you couldn’t tell if she was worried, angry, disappointed, sad, maybe everything and in between.

“where were you?”

there it was. the burning question of the night.

unlike last time, minji didn’t bother approaching you. she stayed seated on the living room couch, her head turned to face you at the front door.

“minji, listen. i-“ you walked towards her, approaching the living room couch with caution from what you could pick up in her voice.

“y/n i was in pain… did you know that? the past few weeks have been horrible… and before i can even begin to talk about why, i have to worry about whether you were even alive or not!”

“i’m sorry! okay, i’m sorry!”

you were defensive, and it came out like you were throwing around apologies for a band-aid solution, when that really wasn’t the case. you just didn’t have it in your heart to tell her what happened.

“we had to cancel 2 fansigns because of threats we were getting, did you even know that, y/n?”

no, you didn’t. you weren’t aware of how far your girlfriend’s career had gone for the group to be receiving that kind of treatment. even before your dad passed.

“…no.”

“and that’s just… the tip of the fucking iceberg… so i ran here thinking i’d find you. because, y/n, i know for a fact you’re my safe place. but you weren’t even fucking there…”

“i’m sorry…” you muttered, your hands clasped together as you stood in front of her.

“you weren’t answering calls, you weren’t responding to texts. from me or any of the girls! i asked my manager to get in contact with your coworkers! fuck, i even asked some of our high school friends… but none of them knew where you were! do you know how sick my stomach felt?” she looked up at you with tears in her eyes. one of the few times you’ve ever seen her cry, and somehow, it always had something to do with you.

it made you feel sick.

“i’m so sorry…”

“and before you fucking arrived, for a moment i really thought you were going to just leave everything like my dad.”

after all the pain she’s shared with you?

“minji i-“

“but a part of me knew, or wanted to know you’d never do that. like you said, ‘we’d never make my parents’ mistakes’. but in that moment it felt like you did. like we did.”

“i’m sorry… i wasn’t thinking…”

“i think we need a fucking break y/n.”

she stood up.

what?

“w-what? minji what do you mean w-why a-“

“this isn’t the first time you just disappeared on me, don’t you get it? the first time it happened i had to confront you because otherwise you’d just let it slide and it’d probably happen again within the next few months.”

she walked to the dining room, away from the living room. it was closer to the apartment entrance.

“that’s not true.”

“when i told you about my parents, it was because i thought i had finally found something different with you.”

“and we did! we are! we’re not like them…”

she stood by the door, hand on the knob.

“you keep disappearing on me, y/n. i don’t know what to believe anymore.”

and just like that, she dropped the spare keys to your apartment on your kitchen counter, and left your apartment unit.

you knew better than to let her go. you knew better to let the love of your life go. you knew better than to let her, a celebrity, run out in the middle of the night, with no security, and god knows who or what out in the streets of the area you stayed in.

braced myself for the goodbye, ‘cause that’s all i’ve ever known.

for minji, she had no idea what she was doing, but she knew couldn’t take another second in your damned apartment. the apartment she stayed in the weeks she was waiting for you to come back. it reminded her of the times she felt like her mom, desperately waiting for her dad to come back to her. it reminded her of how she felt like her dad during the first month of the divorce, and how he kept his hopes high telling her and her brother that things would get better because their mom would always come back, when she didn’t. she hated that apartment because it reminded her of why she hated love. why she stopped believing in love.

she hated that apartment because it was yours, and you showed her how to believe in love again, and you made her believe you two would be different.

if that was so, then why did you leave her feeling like things were going to end the same way her parents did?

she couldn’t take it anymore. how could she fully commit to someone who’d leave her out of the loop. someone who can’t at least try to share part of their world with her. someone who, after seeing all the sides and versions of her, could still get up and leave without a word.

you cursed under your breath for minji being so long-legged. it didn’t take long for her to get to your apartment building’s lobby, but timing was by your side. for once, it felt like maybe the world wasn’t against you.

the scene was cinematic. you grabbed her wrist from behind her, and pulled her by the arm, back towards you. back to you where you knew she belonged.

“i’m sorry, and i promise i’ll tell you everything. and i know i left with no warning, no sign. i know that it was best to tell you. but i promise i wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t something as serious as that.”

you gently reached over to hold her other hand in yours. hopefully it was enough to not have her run away again.

“i don’t know how many sorry’s i have left in me, but whatever that amount is, i know, won’t be enough. but please, minji, i’m begging you now, please don’t leave. i know it’s been hard, it’s been difficult for me too. fuck, it’s been hell the past few weeks and not a single second of it has felt real, but i need you. i need you to stay.”

you took a deep inhale. you hadn’t realized you weren’t breathing throughout your mini speech.

“because right now it feels like i’ve lost everything, and i can’t take it if i lost you. and i know… i know, i sound like a guilt-tripping asshole right now but that’s really... you mean a lot. you mean so much… you mean so fucking much to me, minji, and i know that’s not what you felt when i disappeared, but it’s the truth, and i-“

your legs gave in. you were exhausted, but you weren’t going to stop until you knew she’d stay.

you knelt on the floor, in front of her, holding her hands above your head.

god, you looked so ridiculously desperate. but you didn’t care. not an inch of your body felt a bit of shame. you knew minji was worth everything you had.

“i love you. i love you. i love you so much. and i don’t know how else to say this without sounding like a fucking asshole, but i know you love me too, and i just need you to hear me out, before you decide to leave. and if you still want to go after, then i-. i wouldn’t blame you, and i’d let you, but please… please.” you whispered out the last of your words, your sobs echoing through the empty, dim-lit lobby.

she’d never seen you like this before.

not once in the several years of being your friend or your girlfriend.

and you were right, she loved you so much. just as much as you did her.

and that was enough for her to listen.

“get up.” she spoke so softly, you could’ve missed it if you weren’t listening for any response.

you scrambled, shuffled onto your feet, and finally came face-to-face with the girl you loved.

it took everything in you to not hold her, kiss her, and comfort her, when you knew you were the cause of her pain and suffering.

but if god made angels roam earth, you were convinced minji was one of them.

she almost catapulted towards you, causing you to stumble backwards until your back met a wall. your arms automatically wrapped around her waist, like it was second nature, or maybe because it was.

you heard her sobs, and you ran your fingers through her hair like she’d do for you. rub her back comfortingly like when you held your siblings in your arms, her tears dampening your clothes the same way theirs did.

you let her be, and waited patiently until she decided to speak. her face rested against your shoulder so her voice was slightly muffled,

“i thought you’d leave.”

you felt your chest tighten in guilt.

“i thought i did something wrong, or that you were tired of me. tired of dating someone with a job like mine, packed up, and left.”

then, you took me by surprise. you said,

“i’m sorry i made you feel that way.”

you kissed the top of her head and rested your cheek against it.

“never again. i promise, and i say it out loud this time. i’ll never leave you alone.”

#newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #minji x reader #kim minji x reader #kim minji imagines #minji imagines #kim minji

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rowretro · 3 months

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꧁ＤＲＵＧＳ＆ＭＯＮＥＹ꧂

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, drugs, drug addict reader, abuse

♤synopsis: Nishimura Riki. One of the most well feared mafia sons, is filthy rich, He was never really interested in dating, hating the idea of putting all his trust, love, blood sweat and tears into one person. Then he laid his eyes on you, a broken, barely appreciated, drug addict. (Riki's "I love you 3000" cover was playing in my head non stop while writing this- I need him in my life frfr)

✧♤✧♤✧♤𝕯𝕽𝖀𝕲𝕾 & 𝕸𝕺𝕹𝕰𝖄♤✧♤✧♤✧

Get up, get ready, clean up, go to school, get high and arrive at her apartment late as fuck. That was Y/ns daily routine. She's high 90% of the time, filling the massive hole her parents stabbed in her heart, with weed, Whiskey and pills. She had nothing to lose. Her parents always hated her, the reason never clear. So she moved out at 16, and got her own small apartment, a very decent one. Now she's yet to turn 18 in a few weeks, yet she's making bad decisions back and forth

She had fallen in love many times, but she always ended up getting hurt, or being a burden. So she'd turn to her fellow, Jack Daniels and Marijuana for some company. No one ever visited her... so she was beyond surprised when she heard her doorbell ring. High out of her mind, she answered it, not thinking of the potential dangers that may be lurking behind the door.

"Fuck- you got a first aid kit?" He asked, shutting the door and barricading it. Y/n pouted as she started to think "Clearly you're high. I'll go find it myself." He said, as he walked through the clean, plain hallways. Of course he found a brand new, unused first aid kit, however, what he didn't find was any photos of your family or at least parents. No sign of a boyfriend, or anyone else who might live there.

The strong stench of Cannabis filling his nostrils as he groaned. The male treated his own wounds that were barely painful to him. He walked into the living room only to find the girl lying on the ground, high out of her mind. Y/n had fallen asleep on the cold, marble floor despite being so high and having a fever, but she was used to it and she was too lazy to move.

Riki however, found it cute. He found her cute. God she's too cute, so short, so clueless, and so stupid. He really wanted to know what you were like when you were sober, but when examining all the munchies you had randomly scattered in the kitchen, he realized that may be a challenge. So he decided to stay until you wake up.

Never would he have ever found himself cleaning up a girl's home, picking up a girl's underwear and putting it in the laundry basket, carrying a girl to her bed and tucking her in. But I'll tell you one thing. He fucking loved it. He loves taking care of this girl, he only just practically met her but... he really wants her. He's a mafia he can have whatever the fuck he wants.

That's how Y/n found herself in a massive, luxurious mansion. Guards here and there, all her artwork in a big room with all the art supplies an artist could dream for. A perfect yet psychotic man who seems to be on a murder rampage on the daily. It has been 1 month since the male kidnapped her saying that he's in love with her and will even marry her. However the place was missing something she lived her whole life on...

"I CAN'T FUCKING DO IT FUCK SAKE RIKI! GIVE ME MY WEED FOR FUCKSAKE!" She screamed, crying and kicking her bedsheets, yanking at her hair as she screamed. The male slapped her painfully hard, pulling her to himself "FUCKING PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER Y/N!" he yelled as the girl just cried in his embrace "Y-you don't understand ki... it's hard! it hurts, I need them I really do- I'm fucking weak I can't- sobriety is so fucking overrated! please- im begging you please!" She cried as the male just hugged her closely.

With drawl is extremely hard, and for a teenager to have to go through something like that, without her parents to support her is extremely hard. But someone really loves her, a man who'd kill for her and is even willing to die for her. So she will put through it. Fighting with every last bit of energy she has. Riki would keep an eye on her when she does have alcohol, making sure she stays within a limit. He let her buy a vape, just to help her lay off of the drugs.

He knew that all this was all worth it. because when the struggle is over, Y/n will realize that he truly loves her, and no matter what crazy shit he does, she will always run into his arms, and yearn for his touch. "I love you Ki... I'm glad you kidnapped me you know?... I've never been love like this before..." She admitted, her head pressed against his chest, as her body was shielded by his loving arms.

Y/n melted in his embrace, closing her eyes with a smile when she felt his perfect, plush lips on her forehead. Those lips, the only drug she's addicted to and will never let herself get over. "I love you too my darling..." he said with a smile, cradling her in his arms, his head rested against hers, theirs eyes closed as they sat before the fireplace, comforted by the relaxing sounds of their heartbeats.

✧♤✧♤✧♤𝕯𝕽𝖀𝕲𝕾 & 𝕸𝕺𝕹𝕰𝖄♤✧♤✧♤✧

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for starting shit with a 15 year old??

Alrighty here’s our cast:

I’m OP, I’m 19 years old, I’m FtM trans but not out nor have I started transitioning medically. I’ve graduated but live at home while I attend college

I have a little sister named “Janet”, she’s 16 and a sophomore. She’s popular, friendly, and had a big friend group

Janet has a friend named “Amy” who’s 15. Amy is the kid I think I started beef with

Okay for the story;

Janet is the leader of her group. She’s got the strongest personality and is the most sociable. Almost all the kids in her group are comfortably upper class while Janet and I are sitting very middle class. It’s always very jarring when I drop Janet off at a friend’s house and it’s a literal mansion.

Amy is who introduced Janet to this group, but it became quickly very clear that Amy has never been told “no” in her life. She’s controlling, spoiled, and jealous. Now, I’ve hung out with Amy before (Janet was there too, we were at a get together and Amy tagged along with us) and she’s a sweet girl, but definitely a product of her environment.

Now, over the last few weeks, things have spiraled out of control for that group. Amy got a boyfriend and has been repeatedly picked to spend time with him and made her friends (Janet’s group) feel like shit about it. Her boyfriend was always invited to group things, but Amy refused to let him join. She cited the other girls (who are all either lesbians or dating other boys) as trying to “steal her man”. She’s very insecure about herself and I genuinely feel bad for her

Recently, she’s been left out of group activities because she chose not to attend, but then later would send the group hateful messages on social media or would vague post about them being pieces of shit because they didn’t insist that she attend. Janet’s been under fire the most along with another girl named “Christina”. Amy even went as far as to out Christina as bisexual on Snapchat because Christina pointed out that Amy could have attended their Halloween party at any time as it lasted for seven hours

So Amy’s a mess.

Now, recently (again), Janet started talking to a boy we’ll call “Jeremy”. Jeremy’s a sweet guy, he’s in band, he’s still a dork because he’s a high school sophomore, but he’s still a cool kid. One day, Jeremy sends a bunch of screenshots to Janet from Amy. Amy, who has a boyfriend as mentioned above. Amy was not only flirting with Jeremy, but also talking shit about me and my family. She called my mom fat, said my dad was lying about having cancer (he’s a terminal colon cancer patient), called my twin sister an ugly control freak, and me a “gay whore who acts like a man” (LMAOOOO).

Here’s where I may be the asshole. I got Amy’s number from Janet’s phone and sent her what’s basically an essay calling her out for these insults and also threatening to screw her parents. I told her to never contact Janet again and that I hope she got over her insecurities. I know her insults weren’t directed towards me nor was I supposed to see them, but I can’t stand people talking about my family. I know I shouldn’t have contacted her, especially behind Janet’s back, but I wanted to defend myself and my family

Anyways, if I’m voted the asshole for sticking my nose in high schoolers’ business, I’d completely understand

🧐

^^^ so I can find this again 😭

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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kenlvry · 1 year

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HII if it's not too much trouble can i request kyle, kenny, craig, and tweek getting jealous over reader? like they see her hanging out with someone else or something and get jealous. i love ur writing btw!!!!

jealous

an, HELLO YESSSS LOVEEEE JEALOUSY!!!! AND THANKYOUUU, 16-17

kenny mccormick

you have always had a boy hanging around you, before you even dated kenny your boy bestfriend was there. back then kenny didn't mind bc he didnt have a big fucking crush on you, and also your besf wasn't as close to you as now.

he hated how your bestfriend would hug you and hold your arm, whine and make puppy eyes to you. this all started happening ever since you and kenny became a couple. you bestfriend was becoming more and more touchy.

see you didnt know cz yk bestfriends! you didnt know that your bestfriend was glaring and smirking at kenny while hugging and touching you, you didnt know that your bestfriend would pull you away from kenny whenever you and kenny wanted to do something

kenny has had enough, while you and kenny was planning to go to the movies your bestfriend heard and chimed in "whattttt, i thought we were gonna watch that movie tgt y/nnn" he said while hugging your arm, kenny was fed up bro. he pulled your bestfriends arm aside away from you "so? fuck off we made plans first, shouldve asked her first" you never saw kenny this mad ong

your bestfriend was embarrassed and after that incident he would tell you to stop hanging out with kenny and gaslight you into thinking kenny was a bad man, eventually you stopped contacting him bc he was annoying af, he now watches you two from afar whispering curses :)

kyle broflovski

you him and a few others were at tweek bros hanging out waiting for tweeks shift to end when some other boys walked in, they sat to the table next to you and one of the boys looked over and looked shocked "holy shit y/n???" everyone looked over to you and your table looked over to them, it was your old friends!! you smiled widely and got up then hugged them.

you were smiling and talking so casually it made kyles heart hurt. they boys were tall, funny, attractive and had a fashion sense, exactly your type. it made kyle kinda mad ngl. the boys looked over to your current friend group and made a somewhat disgusted look and whispered something to you, whatever they said it wasnt something positive bc it made you stop your smile

you then said loudly "well we can hang out another time im hanging with them rn." then they scoffed "cmon y/n, you? hang out with these bitches? wheres the party girl we used to know?" one of the boys said that made the others laugh. kyle got offensive and stood up "what the fuck? let her choose who she hangs out with" they scoffed again "what this is your boyfriend? y/n you really downgraded after breaking up with me" the other said, kyle glared at them and you were about to say something but kyle did so before you "atleast i dont cheat on her" kyle quickly caught on it was your ex who once cheated on you

the boy pushed kyle lightly that made the other boys from your table stand up, clydes and craigs stare made them scared and go away "this isnt over fuck you!" one said, you actually hated that you had to bump into them, you just put up a smile while cursing them in your head. when they saw you and kyle again, kyle kissed your cheek and got close to you to show you are his.

craig tucker

while accompanying you to the mall to buy something he let go of you for a while to go to a store he saw, when he came back he saw you talking to two boys.

he came over and the closer he got the more friendly you three seemed, one of the boys then held a hand to your shoulder and got closer , mans was speedwalkin atp.

when he came over he put his arm around your shoulder pushing away the hand of your friend "hi babe, ready to go?" he said the babe slightly louder than the other words and looked over at the boys who now looks slightly annoyed, you said yes and said bye to the boys. one of them then tried to hug you and and he quickly pulled you away "bye y/ns friend" he said with a slight smile. they rolled their eyes and you had no idea what was going on walking away. he flipped them off not turning back to see their reactions.

just know that whenever they see the two ever again their going to get a middle finger as a present, he wasnt one to share whatever is his

tweek

you were on a table sitting on a chair that faced the cash register looking at tweek while waiting for his shift to end, ever so slightly smiling now and then when you two made eyecontact, it made him calm down a little.

he looked stress, today was a busy day and you were so excited to hang out with him so he can release some stress playing games or wtv, while waiting some of your friends saw you and came over sitting at your table, tweek was looking over to you expecting to see your sweet smile but instead saw you talking, he didn't mind though, atleast someone was there to accompany you.

but he was getting more stressed out by the second, with karens complaining about their order and kids spiling everything it was harder to concentrate, he would look to you wanting you to smile at him but you just kept talking to your friends!! how could you! it made his stomach twist and he was little hurt,

his mom came out meaning his shift ended! he was so excited to finally hang out with you!! he expected you to come running to him like you always do but you still wont look over to him! you had completely forgot about him and it made him sad, he thought you replaced him :(( poor boy got so anxious he just went to the locker room.

while laughing without a care in the world you suddenly remembered you were here for tweek! you quickly stood up with a gasp to your realisation, it made your friends shocked. you quickly scanned the cafe to find no blonde twitching boy with a wrongly buttoned shirt. you went to ms tweak and asked where he was and ran to the locker room,

poor boy had small tears and was drinking coffee quietly, you chuckled and hugged tweek reassuring him and saying you were sorry. he forgave you (somewhat) and you two went out of the cafe shop tgt ignoring the stare you got from your friends and hung out all day <333

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cheynovak · 5 months

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The assistant

Reader x Soldier Boy

Warnings: Where to start... Smut 16+, Fluff, Alcohol, Cursing, unprotected sex, mentioning of rape, you name it ... (Make sure you're always protected!)

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 7331

POV: Y/N is best friend and personal assistant from Crimson Countess. The close position Y/N had and the fact that she is not a supe made it hard on her to see the things she got away with. Part from all that, she hated the fact that Crimson and Soldier Boy were dating, Y/N couldn’t stand the man! Or could she? Their mutual frustration on Crimson Countess brings them closer together.

I wanted to make this in one part but made a sequal.

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Y/N and CC (that is the nickname she gave Crimson Countess since she didn’t want to use her civilian name anymore.) are best friends since they were little kids. When CC got her spot at Payback she could choose a personal assistant, immediately she thought of Y/N, there was no one she could trust more in this world.

Y/N just got into the office and had been called to an emergency meeting with Payback. Everyone was on edge. Y/N walked in delivered CC her coffee smiled politely at Soldier Boy who clearly was in a bad mood and sat down on her chair behind Crimson. “So, if I get this right” The leader supe started to talk. “You’re punishing me, us, for the shit show TNT created?” - “Let’s not forget the mess our PR team had to cover up from your last trip with Countess. House arrest until the storm in the media is over!” Was the answer he got. Yeah, right your PR team Y/N thought, I had to clean her shit up and made sure no one knew about the casualties. Vought thought it would be a good idea to let her go on a little trip with her man to let off steam and showing the world they were the perfect IT couple. But instead, she got so frustrated with him that she tried to blow his head off, literally in the middle of Venice.

That is all they were doing lately, fighting. CC hated it that her boyfriend got all the credit, fame and success.” That old bastard is nothing without Payback.” She had told Y/N last week. “Who gives a shit he stormed Normandy. We’re fucking over 30 years past that crap.” Y/N couldn’t believe her, she wanted the fame and glory but forgot that if Soldier Boy hadn’t chosen her, she probably would still be fighting local crime. “CC don’t you think you’re overreacting, a little bit? I mean come on without him you might not be here at Vought.” The second those words left her lips Y/N realized she made a huge mistake. Crimson turned to Y/N. “YOU, you jealous bitch, that’s it isn’t, you want my success! Nooo, you want my man! I’ve seen you looking at him, smiling at him! Is that why you dressed so cute today? To impress him?” Without hesitation CC threw her piping hot coffee at her. Luckily the coffee only spilled on her dress and not her skin. Y/N decided not to react to it and walked away, knowing if she would answer, she might get fired.

“She is just not herself right now, she needs some time to cool off, you like her, you love her.” Y/N mumbled under her breath while walking in the lounge bar searching for something to clean her dress. She didn’t see Soldier Boy sitting in the corner, in one of the cosy boxes. “Trouble in paradise?” He asked not getting up. Y/N jumped up by the sound of his voice, bumping her head at the bar. “I’m sorry Soldier Boy. Didn’t see you there. I’ll be gone in a second, I’m just looking for something to get this coffee stain of my dress.” - “Don’t go, could use some company.” He said tapping the seat next to him, Y/N looked better at him this time. There were 2 empty bottles of whiskey on the table, he was working on the 3rd one. Y/N got closer, he moved so she could sit with him. “Besides, it’s Ben, but I told you that countless times before, haven’t I?” He looked at her, for the first time she dared to look him in the eye. “So, what was it this time, coffee to hot, to cold?” He nodded at the stain, Y/N sights “No, the fact that I smiled at you this morning.” Ben looked at her confused. ”You smiled at me this morning?” - “At the meeting, you looked at me I smiled instead of saying good morning. Because it clearly wasn’t a good morning for you.” She said looking at the bottles. Ben started laughing. “That jealous bitch.”

“That’s what she called me...” You said while pouring a glass for yourself. “Are you?” He asked. “Oh no, wouldn’t want to have her life.” Y/N looked at her glass. “Nothing? Not one piece of it?” He asked while trying to make eye contact. “Well, being seen or being loved is a nice thought. You know walking through these halls and when you see someone you know for years, you say hi, they at least answer or nod instead of looking at you like you’re a nobody.” She admitted “That would make it less awkward to use their first name.” She smiled at him making it very clear that she was talking about him.

Ben nodded slowly. “I’ll make sure I’ll remember it next time.” Liking her boldness.

After a couple of glassed Y/N got pretty drunk and bluntly honest, but Ben seemed to like it.

They joked around had nice conversation, even though Ben wasn’t half as drunk as she was, he trusted her. Telling Y/N why CC got on his nerves, and honestly, she understood the man especially after today. “Can I ask you something Ben?” She asked laying her hand on his arm. “Why are you still with her, if she irritates you so much?” Moving his face closer to hers. “I could ask you the same.” - “I like my job and she is my best friend since, well, forever.” She said, looking in his green eyes, waiting for his answer. Ben looked at her lips before making eye contact again. “I like her best friend.” He smiled

Y/N’s face turned red and before she could move away Ben moved even a little closer and kissed her cheek, all of the sudden she felt very sober. “I -I should probably go check on her.” Y/N said and quickly moved away.

Y/N stepped way to quick out of that room, definitely NOT playing it cool. She didn’t go back to Crimson, but instead she went for a little walk on the campus, thinking about what Ben had said. She always had a little crush on him ever since puberty, CC knew that and that was why she reacted the way she did. But Y/N knew her place, besides, since she worked for Vought her crush was quickly crushed knowing how many one-night adventures he had with actresses and such. Let alone the killing and mistakes they covered up. She had nothing against him or CC, she was even thrilled when CC told her Ben had asked her out on a date. And they had nothing against her either. But the thought that if she wasn’t ‘theirs’ and she would get hurt out in the open, they wouldn’t care. That made her almost puke, they were supposed to be the heroes.

That night Y/N didn’t sleep well, she had a dream about that moment hours earlier. She walked in with her stained dress. Ben was standing there in a tux holding champagne. ”Hi" he smiled his picture-perfect smile. Taking her hand over to a candle lit table. The entire time he looked in her eyes, touched her hand, laughed when she told a joke, interested when she told him a story about her childhood. At the end of the dream Ben had got up asked her to dance. He placed a hand at the small of her back leaning close to her and like a man enchanted with her lips he moved in, closing the space between their lips. Everything deep down she knew we wouldn’t do. When Y/N woke up she felt guilty, a little ridiculous considering it was only a dream. And comparing it to the steaming wet dreams she had about her and soldier boy as a teen, this was nothing! “God don’t think about that.” She whispered to herself. ”You are seeing him in less than an hour for the daily meeting.”

Surprisingly Y/N was first in the conference room taking her usual seat in the corner. She wisely chose a jeans with a casual shirt and her hair up with a pin. Not to get CC started on dressing up for “her man” again. Everyone entered one by one. Nobody greeted her not even CC, she looked still pissed at her and deliberately taking the seat opposite of her to make a statement. Y/N was already writing some notes down for herself not paying any attention, Ben was last to arrive, he said good morning in general, Y/N glanced for a second and moved her attention back to her paper. But instead of taking his regular seat next to CC he walked past Y/N bending over so she would notice him. “Good morning.” He winked at her like he was telling her, I remember. “Hi.” she said being flustered. Y/N’s eyes followed him back to his seat next to Crimson she saw the look on her face while she kept looking at Ben for an explanation. This is going to get them into a fight again Y/N thought, Ben was clearly ignoring her look. Although Y/N tried to stay focussed in the meeting, her eyes get glancing over at Ben, he once or twice caught her looking which made his tongue move over his lips, smirking.

After everybody got their assignments for the day they left. CC walked over for a talk. “What did Ben say to you?” - “What? Eh, good morning. Seriously CC stop being jealous.” Y/N took whatever confidence she had and decided to tell Countess her thoughts. “Listen, I’m no supe, I am a nobody, Ben chose you, you are gifted I'm not, you are HOT, I'm not ... ok. Just because I used to have a crush on him when I was 17, like by the way, half of the US, doesn’t mean I WANT your man. He just said good morning because I told him yesterday, when I was still pissed because of our fight, I told him it was damn time to recognise the normal people in the halls when they greet you.” Y/N was out of breath after that. “And if you now want to excuse me. I’ve got paperwork to do.” CC left. Y/N sighted and lowered her head in her hands. After a second or two she got up took her paperwork and left the room. “For the record. I don’t think you realize how hot you are.” Y/N was startled by that unexpected comment that she dropped her papers. “Jesus, Soldie...” But before she could finish that sentence, he wiggled his finger” Uh-uh-uh.” - Y/N rolled her eyes. “Jesus, BEN!” she corrected while picking up her papers. “Much better.” He grinned.

“How long were you standing there?” She asked when they walked towards the elevator. “Long enough to hear you finally defending yourself Sweetheart.” That nickname made you feel butterflies. They stepped in the elevator, the doors closed. “So, you had a crush on me?” He asked casually. Y/N could feel her cheeks glowing.” Eh, yeah.” Ben stepped closer to her putting his hands against the wall behind her, trapping her between his arms and body. “Now that is something you forgot to mention yesterday at our little rendezvous.” He leaned in, Y/N moved her face to the side she could hear him taking a deep breath in. “You really smell good, I never noticed before.” He said with a deeper voice than before. Y/N looked up at him, standing so close she could feel his breath on her face. The door opened Ben looked over and took a step back but not quick enough to be unnoticed by Gunpowder who entered. Ben gave him a dark glace to which he simply nodded. It looked like Ben told him “not a word” without saying a thing.

Floor 7

“This is me.” Y/N said quickly jumping out but of course Ben followed.

Y/N opened the door to her office, Ben walked in right behind her closing the door. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” She said nervous. “Yes, I want to know more about you. He said while looking around her office. Well office, it was more of a closet repainted with a window so small it looked like a prison cell.

“Why are you so nervous?” - I’m not.” She lied.

“You know I can hear your heartbeat right.’ He looked at her again.

“So, your little crush on me. You had posters?” - “Yes.” she said sitting on her desk while he looked outside. “Let me guess, movie posters?” - “Eh no, the D—day one and one where you’re not actually posing but more like talking to the soldiers. That was my favourite.” He looked shocked.

Ben walked back towards Y/N standing against her legs. Y/N had to look up almost with her head in her neck as he hovered above her. He lowered his face next to her ear placing a hand on the desk next to her thigh. “Did you ever dream of me? Of us...” He whispered not moving his face. Y/N’s heart started to beat really fast. “You did, didn’t you.” He sounded excited. “Did you ever... touch yourself thinking of me?” Ben asked while he placed a small peck on the spot under her ear. Y/N closed her eyes and sighed almost whimpered at that question. Ben got up again moving himself so he could stand between her legs. Y/N slowly opened her eyes only to see that his were darkened with lust. He moved his thumb over her lips. “I wish I could’ve seen that. You, touching yourself for the first time, experimenting with your body, searching for that one sweet spot inside that makes you go over the edge.” He swallowed deep.

Y/N’s mouth opened slightly to get more air. But instead of getting air, Ben dipped down holding Y/N’s head with both hands and kissed her hard, slipping his tongue inside finding hers quickly. The kiss wasn’t rushed, but he made sure she would be out of breath. “Ben...” she whispered. “Tell me sweetheart, you ever been with a man?” - “Yes. Once or twice. First, boyfriend” She said hesitating.

“Did it feel as good you fantasised.” he asked while kissing her neck. Y/N got shy keeping her head down. When Ben looked at her for an answer, he noticed her looking away. “What’s wrong?”

“It wasn’t really, I didn’t want... Not really.” Was all she could manage to say but Ben understood what she meant. “He just took it? Didn’t he?” Y/N nodded ashamed afraid that Ben would be repulsed by her. He did take a step back, Y/N held on to the shirt, telling him not to go. “Oh sweetheart.” He kissed the temple of her head. But Y/N didn’t want this feeling to stop, so he placed a hand on his neck pulling him in for another kiss. This time she took the lead and licked his lips. “Are you sure Y/N?” - “Yes, please.”

His lips crashed against her. His hands moved hungry over her body pulling her shirt over her head while she took his suit off. Y/N’s hands moved over his naked torso towards his hips. Her lips leaving his to follow her hands, kissing his hips while trying to undo his belt. He moaned her name. Y/N was surprised by her boldness but the heat inside her had to be satisfied. Her hands quickly found their way to his clothed bulge softly rubbing and squeezing.

Ben got wild from desire, moving down remove her shoes, jeans and panties. He looked up to lock eyes with her before kissing her clit. Y/N moaned his name while laying back at her desk.

Ben worked his way on her. Licking her folds open tasting her, dipping his tongue inside her while his hands pushed her bra up, so he could hold her breast. Softly pinching her nipples. Not even in her wildest dreams she would imagined a man doing this, but it felt so good all she could do is moan and whime. When Ben changed his tactics by pushing two fingers inside her and suck on her clit, she quickly felt the heat in her stomach grow. She lifted herself back up to look at him smirking he knew he had her on edge. And when he curled his fingers, she couldn’t hold back anymore she started screaming his name while grabbing his hair, not caring about her surroundings anymore.

After her high he stood up kissing her, Y/N could still taste herself on his tongue. It secretly made her even more horny. And while he was kissing her, she pulled his underwear off. Starting to stroke it hard cock. She was surprised it was so big, the man she had been with was nothing compared to Ben’s size. Ben saw the look on her face. “Don’t worry sweetheart, It will feel good.” He pulled her back to the edge of the desk holding her legs open. Pumping once or twice before he lined up against her wet hole. She could feel the sting, every inch he moved she could feel it, biting her lip feeling herself clenching up. “Relax, it will feel better in a second, I promise.” He said leaning in looking her in the eye. When he saw the pain disappearing, he started to thrust his hips back into her, this felt painfully slow for him, but he took his time with her.

“Ben...”

“Yes sweetheart.”

“More... harder... please.” Y/N could feel he was desperately holding back. “I’m not going to break.”

She could hear him growl at that comment. Hearing the beast in him wanting to take her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk anymore. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He said kissing her hard. “Ben, please. Take me hard, show me what I've missed.” He pulled out lifted her up and turned her around. Laying her on her stomach on the desk. He hovered above her while he let his cock slide between her soaking folds. He could hear her beg. “Please!” He thrusted hard back in her, the sound that came out of her sounded so intense so primal, it made him growl. Ben took her so hard the desk started to shake. Y/N’s moans filled the room, it sounded like a porn movie. He pulled her back by her hips so he could push in even harder and deeper. Ben felt she was close, her cunt started to tighten around his dick. “Come on baby let go. Fuck, come hard on my dick, I want to feel you riding out that orgasm on me.” Y/N screamed his name like a prayer, he felt her shacking and clenching around him. He felt he couldn’t hold much longer he pulled out and started to pump his cock. She felt the warm liquid dribble on her ass while Ben was panting behind her.

Ben took a few tissued out of the box at her desk, cleaning Y/N up. Before turning her around and kiss her again. “That was... better than my dreams.” She admitted. Ben clearly felt joy of that comment. “Well, I hope we can do this more often. Because I wasn’t lying when I told you that I like you.” He said still out of breath. He got dressed again kissed her head and left her sitting at her desk while he walked through the door. Y/N had no idea how she could recover from that and how she had to get through the day. From that moment on Ben kept his eye on her. Looking at her while she was writing in meetings, listening to conferences, hell even when she was having lunch. He tried to act normal but couldn’t help himself wanting to know more about her. She seemed so pure and delicate.

One day almost a week later he saw her sitting by herself at lunch working like always. He decided to join her. Y/N’s eyes got big when he sat down. “What are you doing?” - “Eating.” He answered cocky. - “No, I mean, why are you sitting here?” Y/N looked around to see if CC was around. Lucky she wasn’t, she had told Y/N that Ben acted strange but didn’t know why. But other people were looking at them. “Ben, people are staring.” she whispered hanging over the table. But when Ben turned to look at them, they all quickly moved or turned away. “So, what are you working on?” He asked while taking a bite.” - “Really, small talk?” She said looking him in the eye. “You rather have me taking you here on the table?” He said smiling. - “Your Christmas Party. I’m organising it.” She said not to react to his last request. “It’s this weekend, I'm making the guest list.” - “You’re coming?” - “No, I, never, I’m spending it with family.” He nodded looking sad. After the weird interaction at lunch Y/N worked her week as usual.

On Christmas she went home to her parents where she officially still lived. “Y/N honey I’ve invited Dylan and his parents to celebrate with us. Y/N’s heart sunk thinking about Dylan being there. Her first boyfriend who didn’t understood a “no” for answer. Great she thought, hearing my folks talking about what a great item we could have been if I didn’t ended things. “You know, you could have been married by now, if you didn’t broke up.” Your mom said like she could hear your thoughts.

The evening went seemingly smooth, Dylan kept mostly to himself, but then again, he didn’t have anything to drink yet. 9 pm the bell rang. You looked confused at your mom. “Where expecting someone else mom?” - “Not that I know of.” she looked at your father. Y/N opened the door. “What are you doing here?” Y/N said surprised.

“Y/N honey, who is it?” your mom walked towards the door. ”Oh my! Soldier Boy! Sir, please come in.” - Ben smirked walking past Y/N. “Thank you ma’am. You have a beautiful house.”

“To what do we own this pleasure, sir?” Your father got out of his chair shaking his hand. “Well, since Y/N couldn’t make it to our party I thought, why not deliver her present myself. Locking eyes with her while handing her a small box. Y/N opened it knowing very well that the employees never get anything other than a thankyou speech. Covering her mouth seeing what he bought her. “Oh my! Are those pearls?!” She looked at him with an open mouth. “My boss never gave us such gifts!” Her mother looked over at Dylan’s mom. “Well, Y/N works day and night for us. Making sure we are... satisfied. She deserves a little extra.”

“I don’t know what to say... eh, Thank you.” Y/N felt she could kiss him but instead she just went for a hug which Ben gladly accepted. “Dessert? Or maybe a drink?” Y/N asked flustered pulling away. “Why not.” he answered not letting her fully go.

Y/N introduced everyone to Ben, who in his turn used his charm to win over your mom and Dylan's mom. Both women were impressed by his manners.

When Ben sat next to your father who was watching a documentary about the 2nd world war they started to talk about "the good old days." Y/N started to clean up the table Ben caught Dylan trying to get Y/N's attention. When she was looking through the vinyl's he got up and stood next to her. "I thought CC was your boss?" He asked rubbing his hand between your shoulders. Y/N moved gracefully away trying to avoid his touch. "I am her assistant. But Soldier Boy pretty much owns all of Vought." She looked over at him while explaining. Ben caught her glance clearly hearing every word they said, she looked a little scared.

"Dylan..." Ben started talking to your dad. "Is he family?" Without looking up your father answered. "Oh no, he was her high school boyfriend they used to date for a while. We all loved for them to end up together. But for some reason she decided to be an independent woman." - "He is always this... close?" Ben asked feeling his frustrations grow. "Close... a hand on her hips, a kiss on the cheek, woman nowadays can't stand anything anymore am I right?" He laughs looking at Ben who was already heading towards Y/N and Dylan. "Hey Buddy, can't you see she doesn't like you touching her." Ben said while he moved in between the two of you. Ben seemed like a giant next to Dylan. "We were just talking man." -"Well, try to talk with a little more respect and a little less hands. Maybe then you will be able to keep a fine woman." Dylan walked away like a dog that had been hit.

"Are you going to be ok sweetheart?" Ben asked when he was ready to leave. Y/N nodded and looked at him thankful. "Well, ma'am the dessert was delicious, but I've got to go. Can't miss my own party." He said to your mother. "Always welcome!" Y/N walked Ben to the door. "Next time, give me a heads up." She laughed. Ben looked over your shoulder making sure no one had followed you before he pulled you in by your hips, for a kiss. "I've missed those soft lips of yours, I even dreamed of them." He whispered while kissing your neck. "Ben! Not here." She said pulling him away. "I have missed you too." - "Well, will you think off me tonight?" Y/N noticed the arousal in his voice. "I know I will..." Y/N pulled him in for a kiss, her tongue finding his quick. Ben's hands moving to her ass pinching softly. Letting go to wave him goodbye.

After the party at Vought.

Ben darling, I've got a surprise for you. Countess walked in the room, wearing lingerie in her signature colour. Crawling over the bed pulling the sheets down. Ben held her shoulders. "Not tonight." Crimson Countess looked confused at him. "Oh baby, so stressed... let me take care of you." she dipped under the sheets and started to give him a blow job. Ben wanted to stop her but instead he closed his eyes and start fantasising it was Y/N working her lips on him. "Oh sweetheart" He moaned. When Countess wanted to move on, he held her making sure she would finish what she started. "Don't stop sweetheart, I'm close." After he came in her mouth, he pushed her aside. Countess was clearly confused by his actions.

The next weekend.

Y/N walked beside CC she had texted her that morning she needed a talk before the New Year's Eve party. "Have you talked to Ben lately?" She opened the conversation. "Eh no, not really why?" Y/N asked nervous knowing very well she was avoiding Ben. "He, he is acting weird, last week he didn't want to have sex and since then he only touches himself, I can hear him in the shower... Him... the man is practically walking sex on a stick! And when I started to give him a blow job that night, he called me sweetheart... He never, ever called me that." Y/N started to panic. "Y/N can you talk to him? Or find out who the whore is he is seeing? I need to know who I need to fry." Leaving her standing scared as hell in the hall.

The party was one like every party they throw. But Y/N didn’t like it, she couldn’t stop thinking about what CC told her. Ben doesn't want her anymore... But Y/N couldn’t contain her nerves around all these drunk supes, so after an hour or two she left for the elevators. She kept thinking, Ben called her sweetheart before and told her he would be thinking of her that night... Did he mean it? She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't see Ben standing behind her until he slipped in the elevator with her. "Where are we going?" He laughs charmingly "I'm sorry Ben, but this party not my cup of tea. I'm heading home." - "Ok, I'll take you, you never know who is out there at night." "You really don't have to, my car is parked in the garage." she said while remembering what CC told her. But Ben refused to leave her side.

Once home he asked about Dylan. "Is he the guy who..." -"Yes, and I don't want to talk about it." Y/N said quickly walking to the kitchen grabbing something to drink. Ben moved closer to her placing his hands on her hips pulling her in. She could already feel the bulge in his pants grow. "Where is everyone?" he asked kissing her neck "Out with friends. They won't be home till later. Tomorrow is little family breakfast to celebrate the first of Januari, here at this house. So, you can't stay." She said trying her best not to give in.

"Hm, I only need a few hours." He turned her around and kissed her hard. He was glad she chose a dress tonight. His hands moved under it, pulling her panties off, lifting her up putting her on the kitchen table, rubbing her clit with his thumb while his fingers found their way to her folds. He continued kissing her. Y/N's nails dug into his shoulders and moaned his name. "Ben... not here. Not on this table... upstairs." She managed to say. Ben took a step back and followed her to her room. Y/N closed the door and pushed Ben against it. The heat in her was unstoppable. They ripped each others clothes off. Ben threw her on the bed so hard she bounced back. "Open those pretty legs for me sweetheart." He said while pumping his cock. He quickly placed himself between her legs pushing hard inside her. "Oh, sweetheart I've missed this pussy.” Y/N felt every inch off him as he bottoms out in her. “You feel so good. So tight." He huffed while trusting hard in her. "Oh Ben, this, you, feels so good." She moaned. For some reason Y/N felt that Ben was smoother in his touches and moves, more... loving even though he was still taking her hard.

Y/N didn’t need much tonight, Ben was everywhere on her body kissing and licking her. She could feel her orgasm climbing. “Ben... don’t stop.” She said while her hands moved between them. Ben stopped her. ”I got you sweetheart.” He lifted her legs higher over his shoulder while he rubbed her clit. She came faster and harder than she had ever experienced. After her high Ben dropped her legs and closed the space between their bodies. He held her shoulders and placed his head in her neck. “Oh baby, I won’t be able to hold it much longer.” He whined in her ear. “It’s ok Ben, do it, let go, I want to feel you come.” Her hearing saying that made him growl. “Come inside me, please...” She begged him. As Y/N wrapped her legs tighter around his hips she felt his thrust to get sloppy. “That’s it Ben, come for me.” With a primal grunt Ben came hard inside you. Not only his hips were pushed as hard as he could against you, but his entire body held your close to his.

He started to relax but didn’t move. You caressed his broad shoulders and back with your fingertips while kissing his head. “Oh god, that felt... really good.” He said while lifting himself off you and took the place next to you on the bed. He kissed Y/N softly. “I’m going to take a quick shower.” Y/N said. Quickly leaving the bed with Ben in it. He looked puzzled so followed you to the bathroom. He opened the curtain and stepped in the shower behind you. His hand started to move over your shoulders to your breast, kissing your neck. “Y/N...” He started but didn’t finish. Y/N turned around looking at him. “Are you ok?” - “Why wouldn’t I be?” “Well, you couldn’t be faster out that bed. Didn’t you ... like it? I know it was a little quick but not that fast.” He looked worried. “Oh no Ben, I'm satisfied trust me, I don’t think I can survive another round, it’s just...” Y/N was thinking how to say this.

“CC knows there is something going on. She told me this morning. And I’m worried.” - “What did she say?” He asked washing her breasts and tummy. “Well, that you refuse to make love with her, that the last time, when she gave you a blowjob on Christmas you called her sweetheart and that you never call her that.” Y/N’s face turned red. “Thats true. I never call anyone sweetheart.” He said locking eyes with her. “Part from you.” He smirked “Y/N, last time I was intimate with her, I could only do it...” He stepped closer to her “Thinking it were your soft plump lips working on me.” he touched her lips with his thumb. “Is that what you fantasize about?” Y/N asked feeling nervous. He nodded “I’ve never, given...” “I know.” he kissed her soft, she felt him getting half hard again against her.

Y/N looked up at him turning so that his back was against the shower wall. “But I would love to try.” She said while her hands were traveling down. She wrapped her hands around his shaft pumping, every time she got to his tip, she’d move her thumb over it. Ben’s eyes darkened with lust. Y/N got on her knees looking up at him. First kissed the tip taking her time to travel all the way down. Ben held her hair up without forcing her. When her warm lips wrapped around head of his cock moving down to the shaft, he couldn’t resist a moan. “Oh sweetheart, you feel better than I thought.” She slowly builds speed, moving her tongue, searching for all the things Ben seemed to enjoy. When she moved one hand to hold his balls, she saw his head fall back when his hand tugged a little harder. Bingo, she thought.

“Relax your throat baby” He said, while pushing her a little closer. Y/N felt the tears sting in her eyes but couldn’t hold back a moan. Ben guided her to the speed he liked and when she got it on her own, he started to sigh and moan her name. “That’s it, keep that mouth working Y/N...”

“Oh, sweetheart if you don’t want me to come in that pretty mouth of yours you need to let me pull out now.” She moaned at the idea of him filling her mouth, tasting his semen. “You sure?” He could barely ask out of breath. When she nodded, she could feel him coming. Lucky for her he just came inside her, so this time it wasn’t as much as usual. Ben helped her up. “That was so good.” he kissed her.

They got back in bed. “You should leave in a minute.” Y/N said. “You are kicking me out?” Ben said, clearly amuses, he thought that was funny coming from her. “Not before I got to hold you. Without running to the bathroom.” He teases her. But she gladly accepted. Ben held her close, her ear on his heart, his arms around her, the sound of it beating made her fall asleep faster than anticipated. So did he. The next morning Ben woke up to a noise, coming from the kitchen. He looked at the clock. 9AM.

He looked at Y/N who was still laying on his chest. Proud he smiled thinking to let her sleep for a few more minutes.

“Y/N sweetheart it’s time to wake up.” your mom opened the door. “Oh, oh I'm so sorry.” she looked away. “Good morning.” Ben smiled not even the least bit embarrassed to be caught in her daughter’s bed. “Breakfast is ready and most of the family is already arrived.” She said before leaving the room. “Thanks, we’ll be down in a sec.” Ben noticed Y/N slowly woke up. “Were you just talking?” She asked with a sleepy head. “Yeah, your mom told me breakfast is ready.” Ben answered casually. “WHAT!” Y/N jumped up. “Yeah, and your family is already here.” - “Oh, no no no, I need to get you out of here!” Ben pulled her on his lap. ”Or, I could stay.” he said while kissing, breathing heavy. “You are insane.” She looked at him. “What are they going to do? Your mother already saw me.”

You and Ben started to get dressed when you heard a knock on the door. Ben opened the door. “Honey, your aunt Martha is also downstairs, now that Soldier Boy is here, maybe he could you know, say something.” She smiled shy. Ben looked with a lot of questions at you. Y/N quickly explained. “Aunt Martha used to be a back-up dancer for you. “Don’t worry, I got it.” Ben said placing a hand on your mother’s shoulders. ”Besides, please call me Ben” He worked his charm again on her. “Oh, so sweet of you, you can call me Mary.” “You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You said to Ben when your mom left again. “My pleasure” he said kissing your lips before heading down. You heard your mom saying that she needs another chair, whispering that her daughter wasn’t alone last night.

You both walked in the dining room, all eyes on Ben who had no choice but to wear his suit. But he made a wise choice to leave the protective gear and weapons upstairs. Now it looked like a green long-sleeved shirt with a turtleneck and green pants and combat boots. You quickly noticed that your parents had invited Dylan and his family again. Y/N loved the look on his face when he recognised Ben. Your mother was so over the moon to show off that she now was on first name basis with the world most famous superhero she over did her performance. “Ben sweety, coffee?” She asked in her sweeter than honey voice. But Ben understood the assignment “That would be amazing, Mary.” He winked at her. Then he looked over at your Aunt Martha. ”I’m sorry but, have we met before?” You could see her eyes twinkle. “Well, met not really, I used to be a back-up dancer and an extra in one of your movies.” “What movie? “ He asked and then pretended to think. “Maggy, no ... Martha? Am I right?” Smooth, very smooth Y/N thought.

Ben seemed to have won over the woman. It surprises you how civilized he is in a setting like this. He listened to the stories that were told at the table even laughed at the silly jokes. He placed his hand on your chair rubbing his thumb over your shoulder. Y/N could see her dad giving criticising looks over at the two of you, after a while he got up and walked over. “Ben, I was wondering. You are raised with older classic principals, being born in, what was it 1918?

”September 1919.”He corrected him.“ And I guess you can say so.” “That makes you what over 50 years old.” Y/N closed her eyes knowing where this was going. “And as a man with influence at that age I can only imagen you have “enjoyed” the company of many women over these years.” He looked over at Martha, who knew how many of her colleague dancers were treated on a night with Soldier Boy himself, every year she would brag about her adventures and how she managed to stay a virgin until marrying your uncle.

“So, why is it that a man as yourself all of the sudden, after 4 years working for you and your girlfriend, her best friend Countess, is interested in my Babygirl?” He continued his interrogation. But Ben stayed cool. “Well, A few weeks ago we shared a heart-to-heart talk about our frustrations at Vought. And other things. And that was when I realised Y/N and I have a lot in common. Besides Crimson Countess and me that is a publicity stunt, nothing real about it. ” “ In common...” Your father echoed. “She is in her 20s she has nothing in common with a man who is the same age as her parents. Beside and I’m sure you would agree, being raised traditionally, that a young woman needs a husband, a respected man like Dylan to start a family, but that isn’t possible if she is... soiled.”

“DAD!” ”Richard!” You and your mom yell at the same time. This time Ben got slowly up and took a step closer to him. “Soiled?” He smirked getting really irritated by now.

“You think I made your daughter do anything she didn’t want to?” Ben stood eye to eye with him.

“I’m not saying that, I’m just wondering how much power a man like yourself has over an innocent young woman.” Y/N could see Ben clench his fist, she quickly got up to hold his hand. “Dad, Ben never forced me into doing anything. Better yet, the one man who did force himself on to me, who as you put is so gracefully soiled me, is the one you and mom keep inviting even though I begged you two not to.” Y/N looked at her mom with tears in your eyes. “Do you have any idea how difficult it was to find someone who I can trust.” Y/N’s tears started to fall of her cheeks. “And yes, Ben might be older and made terrible mistakes, but he is the first person who tries his best for me, who tries to be a better man, instead of forcing me into doing something I don’t want because he is my boyfriend and then eat and drink at our table without regret!” Ben placed a hand on her back what made Y/N stand taller now. ” If that means I have to accept that I won’t be having a family or need to live in his shadow, be a secret, I will...”

Ben looked surprised by Y/N’s words. ”Sweetheart, I’m not planning on keeping you a secret.” “B-But CC, Vought?” Y/N looked hopeful at him. “Crimson can be replaced, maybe she can finally work on her one-woman act.”

“I would lose my job.” - “You said it yourself, I’m practically Vought, If I say you stay you stay. I’ll create a new job for you or make you head of public relations at Vought.” Ben meant what he said. “Or I could hang up the suit, start a family, if that is what you want...” Y/N’s eyes grew big. “I, eh, I do need some time to think... About all of the above.” Ben kissed her, let me know when you ready.

Since the party was over, Y/N decided to stay at the Vought tower for a couple of days, taking a spare room. Ben walked in. ”Alright, let’s talk about it...”

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plethora; choi seungcheol

(n.) a large or excessive amount of something; abundance.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (coming soon)

pairing : choi seungcheol (svt) x f!reader

words : 8.5k approx.

theme : fluff / com / angst / action / royal au / fantasy au

part 1 of "seventeen dating simulator" series

warning(s) : curse words, implied sex (not descriptive and not highly suggestive so 16+), action — injuries, blood and mentions of death.

synopsis : renowned as the richest man in meraki, seungcheol rules over aurum, one of the elvian kingdoms. he is termed to be ferocious and enjoys revels as much as he adores to host them; quiet yet intimidating in front of strangers, he's known to have a red eye when angered. rumoured to have a soft spot for his family and friends, but they too might not escape his wrath. would love you for ages, would love you in different lives, but are you capable of owning his heart?

cameo of other seventeen members will be present.

[ not required but it will be preferred if you read the prologue and introduction before you read this to grasp the story better! (if you want to follow the series you can send an ask or comment and I will add you <3) this story can be read as a singular and without any prior knowledge of the series, thankyou. ]

[ Kindly refer to the prologue for accurate sequences of all the stories in the series <3]

thankyou for giving my work a chance, hope you enjoy it <3

Your bottom dug into the fancy marbled chair as you held the gold-plated ceramic cup by it's handle, taking in the sweet scent of your freshly prepared tea. Nothing could bug you in the situation— well except the chair, it was a rather beautiful evening, so you enjoyed your little space in the castle grounds yet when you were met by visits of numerous households— because they had nothing to do, your evening was then ruined.

"Rumour has it that King Seungcheol will host the first ball of the season!" The ladies squealed as their mamas fanned themselves, coming up with strategies to win the King's heart, and you, the miser treasurer of the kingdom buried yourself in more of the workload as Seungcheol was holding a ball, thus increasing your work, one thing you knew, the ball was going to be ridiculously extravagant.

"y/n, will you join the ball or are you thinking of honing your banking skills more?" A lady asked you, her hat tipped on the other side and was very dangerously near to fall off.

"Seungch— The King did ask me to have fun once a while— though he is the one increasing my workload," you murmured, opening the book which rested near you, which consisted of undoubtedly the accounts of where Seungcheol had spent his money, you felt like his personal accountant sometimes or more, his personal assistant.

You and the many ladies and mamas were seated in the royal garden, you wanted to take random strolls between work but your cousins called you over and you hated yourself for starting to adore them this soon into your life.

You had been in Aurum for around three months now, and there wasn't any way you were cut out for the job, you hissed as you pushed the thoughts at the back of your mind, they would do nothing but make you feel worthless.

"So you're saying it's the king's fault!" The lady gasped, attracting by-standers by her scandalous words.

"What— do you mean to say our King is faulty?"

"I surely meant nothing like that— you are misunderstanding my words," you tried to reason but no one would hear you.

Gold, gold was a currency, with the formula of Au— short abbreviation of Aurum, a latin word, which literally meant gold. Gold, a cheeky little thing with too much market value. Gold, a round currency which could help you be the most fulfilled person in Meraki, Gold which Seungcheol abundantly had and Gold which you wanted to shove into their mouths screaming, EAT THIS. (in lower case because you weren't confrontational)

"So what if she curses me for making her work, it wasn't as if she chose this job for herself, I chose her."

A very familiar voice resounded against you, helping you to get out of this mess, you couldn't help but look up at him, his curls decorated his face, his eyes were tender and his lips were soft. He didn't change in any way was the only thing you thought.

"Your majesty," the majority of your accusers bowed deeply as some took their time to get out of shock, why was a King in the publicly accessible garden and not in his residential and private ones?

"Don't pressurize her, she works harder than most of you and she's the reason Aurum thrives," Seungcheol argued on your behalf as almost instantly everyone apologised to you, almost everyone started to sing you praises and almost everyone realized that you didn't greet the king, yet he wasn't angry.

"Your majesty, it's great to see you here, we are blessed by your presence— but what you must be doing here?"

It is literally his castle? You're the ones trespassing?

"I had to talk about something to our dear treasurer here," Seungcheol pointed at you. "Come."

You silently stood up from your seat, collecting all the records in your hands, Seungcheol didn't let you though, he could have asked his guard to pick up your books, he should have asked his guard to pick up your books, but he found solace in pissing others off and helping you at the same time.

He was like a child at times, an obscenely cute man-child, you couldn't help but admire him then too, when must you find a man like him behaving so sweetly?

"You should have been rude to them too," Seungcheol whined while handing you his expenses of Lux.

"Thanks for helping me back there," you simply said, opening up the small page he gave to you where he had recorded everything in his sloppy and messy handwriting, which was weird because his handwriting was strangely good, and then you saw, "You drink a lot."

"I don't! I bought most of the drinks for Chan! And I'm your friend, I will most surely step in to help you, plus I'm your king, I can't stand unjust people."

"You spent seven million on drinks alone?"

"Hey! They were like imported from a different planet and Chan drinks a lot," He reasoned as you sighed, opening the single book you held in your hand and pushing his expenses into it.

"Thanks for the detailed expenditure."

"I didn't want you to go mad tallying the sheets, so I made the mental note to write everything down, I remember your mental breakdown from two weeks ago," he grinned like a child, you couldn't help but see the newfound twinkle in his eyes, does he want a praise?

You scoffed, "Any responsible person will do that."

"Hey! Since when are you this rude to me?"

"Since when you barged into my room when I was still changing," you reminded him as your frown deepened and he flushed more.

"That was an honest mistake!"

You were a scholar on your first day of Aurum and you were graduating at the top of your class the next day, and that's when Seungcheol hired you, because the past treasurer was now retired and Seungcheol wanted someone with young blood.

"So is expecting that your workers will be ready for you anytime for the day, they might be sleeping, they might be eating, and they might be showering," you reasoned walking further from Seungcheol.

"Are you still upset? It was a month ago! I gave you the rights to treat me as a friend!"

You sighed, was that any kind of compensation? You didn't want to be his friend, at this point you were just as annoyed with your life here as your life on Earth. There were some moments which you enjoyed, there were some moments when your heart fluttered for the man, but it was hard for you to fall in love and you couldn't make anyone fall for you.

"Your Majesty, Choi Seungcheol, I am fine."

"You know I don't like it when people call me by my full name," he whined, passing your books to one of his guards as he walked faster to catch up with you.

"I am your friend, aren't I?" You grinned as you looked back at him, he seemed annoyed but you didn't care, he dropped an axe on his own foot when he asked to be your friend.

"Oh and the princess of Phosphenes is here—"

"Fuck, I said I would meet her today," Seungcheol groaned.

"She's your guest, you should have met her two days ago?"

"I was in Lux!"

"Fair enough." You hummed as you walked forward.

"Where is she now?" He asked, still walking with you.

"I am not hers and nor your secretary, how must I know?" You said, adjusting the spectacles on your nose. "Oh, but now that I think, she went sight-seeing." You and Seungcheol then heard the royal trumpets, "And she's back."

"Fuck, should I escort her?" He asked, his brows crossed as his lips formed a full pout, you immediately looked away from him.

"That— ahem, that would be better for political situation," you merely replied, diverting your attention from him to anything you saw, the tree looked quite fine.

"Right, so get me a gift," Seungcheol asked, your eyes widened as you looked up at him to complain but then you remembered... as nice as he is to you, he is similarly prone to temper outbursts and you had annoyed him throughout the day.

"What gift do you deam appropriate?" You asked, caressing your gown to be clear of unwanted folds.

"A jewelry perhaps, ask the accountant to pass you a set of diamond earrings and necklace, make sure it's bulky," Seungcheol replied, twirling one of the braids in his hands.

He dressed better than any nobility you had seen may it be on Earth or in Meraki itself, all his robes were sewn with gold and his hairs were braided with silver threads, you remembered that he was going to ask the royal barber to cut his hair off— tomorrow, you remembered how badly you wanted to step in and ask him not to make that horrendous decision, pitying his beautiful locks. But, you were no one and he was the king. His ears were hidden behind his locks most of the time and the rare times you would see them, they would be red but you couldn't help but wonder, his ears weren't as pointed as it was made out to be.

"I will try to be as fast as possible, please excuse me," you said as you turned around.

"And listen!" He called out.

"Get some flowers."

Your eyes twitched, flowers? You had pollen allergy.

"Ask the Gardner to make you two bouquets, one a magnificent and large one, which will reside straight in her room and one which I can present to her."

You wanted to scream "Seriously?" to his face but you held your tongue.

"You yourself said it's a better political decision," he smiled.

"I did," you groaned internally as you merely nodded running off to find a gift and fucking flowers.

You ran as fast as you could in a dress to the greenhouse, you prioritised getting flowers first because gifts can be sent by servants, flowers given in person are more meaningful.

And there they were! Both the accountant and gardener tangled up as they ate each other's faces

THEY WERE DOING WHAT?

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, shit, fuck, no, no cursing here! Oh god, I will leave!" You panicked and even though you should have been quieter you were not once quiet and surely, both of them noticed you.

"Lady y/n!? Oh god, it's not what it looks like—"

"There was a bee on his face!"

"WERE YOU EATING THE BEE?"

"NO! Why would I do that—"

"Rethink your excuse then!" You screamed and you could see that they were this near to remove each other's clothes off.

"Sir Eiz— Mr. Accountant, Seungch— th-the King wants some bulky diamond sets please arrange some for him."

"I am his account not his fucking secretary, there is not a single moment of peace— oh fuck, i shouldn't have said that, shit, I shouldn't have cursed."

"I heard nothing!" You wailed, covering your eyes you said.

"Just please do his work and then do whatever you want, my lips are sealed."

"Really?"

"Yes! I don't have any business with whatever you two were doing just please help me out," you pleaded as you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Please make me a bouquet while you're at it, it should be a good one and make a five feet tall assortment to be transported to the room of our guest, in under three hours."

"With your time frame we can't go back to whatever we were doing any soon—"

"I am not hearing any complaints," you said rather harshly, but it had to be done. First, they were doing personal endeavours while stationed on their jobs, second, they bad mouthed Seungcheol and third, they were too complaining about the work they chose to do.

You weren't going to interfere or anything but if you saw anything faulty on their work frontier you would definitely ask Seungcheol to replace them.

Your eyes widened, it wasn't like you to be so cruel.

Did staying with that man child made me like this?

Somehow you compiled everything, you sent a servant to drop of the huge bouquet and the gifts to the princess' room but you yourself ran to Seungcheol to give the bouquet, you really wanted him to make a good impression on the phosphene's envoy— which oddly was their princess but you didn't care.

Phosphenes was a land of illusions and had numerous technologies advances, you hoped Aurum and its scientists could join forces with Phosphene's ones and create teleport points, why were you immersing yourself in your role as treasurer? Because you felt happy to be wanted at once, you felt happy to feel non-replaceable and you knew you couldn't stay here if you didn't take your work seriously, because then you would have a breakdown and princesses don't cry.

But ironically, the pollen was making you cry.

Your eyes and nose were red and because you were running towards Seungcheol the pollen was directly getting in your eyes.

I hate my job.

Just as your vision was getting clouded you saw Seungcheol, helping the princess out of her carriage on the front gates of the castle. You applauded yourself for reaching this soon.

You walked forward, without caring about your apparel, your hair was sticking to your forehead because of your sweat and you knew, you knew Seungcheol had noticed your presence like he always did.

You pushed the bouquet forward, relieved after completing your short term duties, but all Seungcheol saw was your quivering face and red eyes as you looked away from him.

"Believe me, she had a tear-stricken face with red eyes and cheeks, as if she had lost something so dear to her heart, that she couldn't bear it," Seungcheol argued, clutching his champagne glass harder as he sunk himself more into his comfortable velvet chair, looking at Jeonghan who was shamelessly occupying his bed.

"y/n? Crying?" Jeonghan chuckled as he sipped his drink, keeping it on Seungcheol's nightstand he said, "Believe me Seungcheol, she seems like a girl who will suck up every emotion of hers just so that people can't see she's hurting inside."

"No! You don't understand, she definitely was upset at me for giving flowers to you know— the princess," he argued.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think she—" Seungcheol trailed off remembering all the flushed expressions you bestowed upon him whenever he flirted with you, or joked with you; how happy (and shocked) you were when he had announced that you were his friend.

"I think she likes me! And on top of that she had to see me give flowers to another lady, oh my! And the flowers she brought herself!" Seungcheol's eyes widened as he groaned, slapping his forehead. "How was I so blind? How could I hurt her so much in a single day? She's a special friend to me."

Jeonghan chuckled, "Just because there were tears in her eyes doesn't mean that she was crying— you said she was human, right? Aren't humans weak? She might have hurt herself somewhere, it doesn't mean she was crying because of you." He reasoned.

Your resume had stated that you were an orphan and found yourself stuck in Meraki at a tender age— your adoptive parents took you in happily and as everyone in Meraki was super sweet to you, you didn't really have any problem. Your resume was a surprise to you too, more so because your resume was produced by Seungcheol— just because he wanted you to get to work faster he compiled every information about you in mere two hours.

Seungcheol remembered your resume and his heart sank, how could he make you go through so much emotional pain? You were only human, you were more sensitive and empathic than anyone in Meraki, surely you must have felt terrible.

"I feel so bad for causing her such pain," Seungcheol murmured as Jeonghan sighed.

"What was she wearing today, cheol?" He asked, taking in all of his champagne at once, Jeonghan wanted to confirm something.

"Why?" Seungcheol asked.

"Just so I could picture the situation better— it would be easier to help."

"Oh? Alright," Seungcheol closed his eyes as he wandered off in his vivid memories, he remembered all the butterflies circling around the roses, and how the starlings and nightingales sang joyously in his gardens, how the sun shone all too pleasantly accessorizing your glistening skin.

"She wore a pale blue gown with medium frills, decorated by small pearls and lace. Her hairs were done and she applied very little to no makeup today— I guess her makeup depends on her mood and how late she is, she wore a small diamond pendant and pearl earrings, circlet silver rings too."

Jeonghan confirmed— Seungcheol liked you. He was almost a simp at this point. Hell, you didn't know you wore all that.

"I see," Jeonghan whispered, not understanding how to present his conclusion to his friend.

"I...uhm... currently have no advice," Jeonghan opted to smile sheepishly.

"Well...you have rejected many proposals— I didn't expect you to have an advice."

"Well, I will advise you to consider your feelings also, rather than hers alone," Jeonghan spoke, having no idea about how to break the news to him.

But he shut his mouth, maybe it would be better if Seungcheol came on terms with his own feelings at his own pace, he might freak out if he tells him.

"I will take a note on that," Seungcheol said smiling at his friend and then he remembered something.

"Jeonghan?"

"Yes?"

"You weren't at my castle this morning and there was no news of your arrival."

Jeonghan laughed, "I snuck in."

"The guards let you in?"

"I come in too often," Jeonghan waved him off, "You on the other hand are coming over too less."

Seungcheol smiled sheepishly, "It's hard being a king— can't really snuck out now."

"Well, I wanted to scare my family."

"Don't tell me you're worrying uncle again, he's too old for your pranks," Seungcheol laughed, still allowing his best friend to stay.

"Well, he's the king of ailes, he's got better jobs to do than worrying about where his son is," Jeonghan smiled getting up from Seungcheol's bed.

"How long will you stay here?" Seungcheol asked.

"Two days more."

"You won't even stay for a week this time?"

Jeonghan smiled slightly, nostalgia visible on his face, "Sooner or later I have to take on the job too you know, I can't act immature at all times."

"Come on, everyone knows you're like super smart and luck always favours you."

"That's true," Jeonghan smiled. "Come on now, you should sleep, you have a date tomorrow."

"A date?" Seungcheol's face scrunched up, he never agreed for a date?

"Phosphenes sent its princess as an envoy, you really think that's the only reason why she's here? You're gonna have lunch and evening tea with her discussing political matters, your wedding would be finalized in a month," Jeonghan chuckled, but there was no humour behind his laugh.

"I'm not marrying her," Seungcheol asserted, looking away from Jeonghan.

"Whatever you say, no one really wants to cross you, you know. Maybe, your thoughts would be taken into consideration," Jeonghan smiled sadly, and Seungcheol couldn't help but wonder if there was something else behind his reasonings.

"Which room did you take?" Seungcheol asked.

"Oh? The room adjacent to yours, the connected one."

"The queen's chambers?" Seungcheol's mouth hung open, "You're gonna need to stop using Queen's chambers on your every visit, my servants will literally make a rumour spread like wildfire."

"Do you care?" Jeonghan laughed as he knew the answer, Seungcheol didn't care, he didn't care at all.

"Well then, Good night, hanie, if I get a nightmare I will enter your room."

"Oh god I'm gonna lock it."

It would be a lie to say that Seungcheol was particularly enamoured by the lady in front of him, she was trying too hard to deviate the conversation from work.

"You see, the Lethe is prone to floods, it would be most probable if dams are built on it to obstruct the waters, as Lethe lies on the periphery of both Phosphenes and Aurum, we will fund half of the operation."

"What problem might you have with a bridge on Lethe?"

Seungcheol sighed, during these times he wondered if he should choose his queen on the basis of sole looks, Jeonghan was right afterall, he had to marry but all the royal prospects seemed far too dim to him to agree too and she was sailing in the same boat.

"The trade is handled by Elixir's air-ships in most of the kingdoms—"

"They benefit too much from the airships and what if Elixir wages war on any kingdom?"

"That... That prospect is highly unlikely, you can't just wage war on anyone, the peace treaty among the kingdoms of Meraki was signed fifty years ago by our grandparents under the seal of Angelos and Daimon faction— Lux of Meraki, there is no reason to break that vow anytime in upcoming seventy-five years atleast," Seungcheol tried to reason.

"I see," the princess fidgeted, "Aurum most definitely is the richest kingdom in all of Meraki but Phosphenes and Lux both are undeniably advanced although, I admit that Lux is probably too endeared by human culture and Ailes and Sonora are ridiculously good at arts and commerce and Elixir does have the most fearsome army."

"What's your point?"

"I don't see why you would want a deal with Phosphenes when you already have a deal with all the other kingdoms."

Seungcheol sighed, so that's what it was about, she was wary and scared that Seungcheol would stop the trade if he faced continuous losses due to heavy usage of Elixir's airships and Ailes's pixie dust.

"It's to expand our horizons, my lady. Aurum isn't the richest kingdom for no reason, we do the deals, we live up to them and we earn, it's simple really," Seungcheol replied. Most of the money they earned went into keeping up the domestic value of the country— education, healthcare, minimum wages, food and everything. Aurum was the biggest kingdom in all of Meraki.

"I see," the princess had a faraway look in her eyes.

And that left Seungcheol to his own thoughts, he thought about all his prospects, about his incomplete life as a king, he had to be wedded soon, his mother would force him to it and then he remembered you.

He remembered how you graciously understood every work, he remembered how you had such grandeur of plans for Aurum, he thought how appropriate you would be as a queen.

"Seungcheol..." The princess called to him as Seungcheol flinched, they were never on first name basis.

"Princess?"

"You know that my father sent me here for more reasons than just being an envoy right? I like Aurum and—"

"I would prefer it if we use titles to address ourselves, princess," Seungcheol smiled a warm smile, which still sent shivers up the princess' spine. She hastily agreed to everything he said, too embarrassed to push him.

The day went by blur and the tea time had now approached, after denying the lady of a lunch with him, he couldn't disagree for a tea time and so he sat, he sat in his favorite garden, replying to the princess about all the things he liked, but he hadn't had any slightest bit of interest in anything she spoke about. It was getting too awkward for both of them and then he saw her, approaching them and then his face lightened up and his heart quickened. He was slowly able to understand what all it meant but it was too soon, he had to apologise to her for breaking her heart.

He prayed for y/n to come and whisk him away, he prayed for attention and she came.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your grace, princess. I must talk to Seu— His Majesty about a special matter," you said, bowing slightly.

"Oh yes of course," Seungcheol was just trying to stand up and you said, "I must ask you, where is the fifteen million gold capital from our inventory, your majesty?" You asked with a tight-lipped smile. In all times Seungcheol knew you, he knew you were pissed right now.

"Oh, remember Hansol's café which he's setting up at Elixir? There, I sent gold there, free."

You merely nodded and just as you were excusing yourself Seungcheol got up.

"You have something more to ask of me, don't you?"

"Oh? I don—"

Seungcheol motioned you with his eyes, no. His brown beautiful eyes were glinting red and you panicked, "Yes surely! Uhm please i must require his help to sort the matter out, princess I'm very sorry for the intrusion."

The princess grimly stared at you both as she silently smiled, saying it was alright. Strangely, you felt bad for her but you didn't know why.

As you walked rapidly with Seungcheol you looked at him questioningly,

"What was that? Are you alright?"

"The deals were a trap, that old runt was setting me up with his daughter."

Your heart sank but you didn't let it show, muttering a small "oh" in response.

"y/n, i apologise to you," Seungcheol said, looking away from you and you stared at him more questionably if that was possible.

"Why so?"

"I broke your heart."

"What—"

"I know you liked me yet I made you bring flowers for another woman and made you prepare a present for her too, which I'm sure you would have loved more if it was presented to you by me, I'm sorry for my—"

"What the hell do you mean?" You looked up at him like he was crazy, sure you had to eventually make him fall in love with you, but you weren't planning on it? And certainly you never liked him currently, what was he on about?

"I'm sorry for—"

"I don't like you?"

"But you do," Seungcheol said with certainty.

"Oh? Stop being a pretentious brat and considering that everyone likes you," for some reason you were furious, furious that he had caught up to you so soon, furious that now you didn't see your plan taking any action.

"Oh? So now you're jealous of my instincts? It's alright, y/n, it's hard to be perfect like me, you don't have to pretend to not like me."

"But I really don't like you!"

"Oh really?" He asked as you nodded fervently, rapidly, howeverly, Seungcheol just hummed as he looked back and smiled at you, "Sorry for misunderstanding then."

You sighed in relief as you cleared whatever was stirring up in that man-child's head but little did you know, he whispered under his breath, "I will surely make you like me."

congratulations! you finished the 1st part of the "plethora" series of choi seungcheol, your game is saved! part 2 starts now <3

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Love Lost. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!MINORS DNI 18+!

!CW! NSFW, smut, yandere behavior, stalking, SLIGHT non-con, mentions of verbal abuse, hateful language, rough sex (let me know if I missed any.) Fem!Reader

(Summary): Even after all of the damage he's done to you, he just can't let you get away that easily.

"John, I don't have the time or patience for this okay? If you want to call your son, by all means, go ahead. He's 18 now, there's no reason for you to call me anymore." You sigh into he phone. You were gathering your items up from your car to go into your work.

John watches you from outside his car, knowing what he's doing is wrong, but doesn't care. It seems like he's always around. Watching your house. Watching you come and go from work, watching you at the grocery store.

He didn't know it, but you knew he did it. You knew he always watched you, but you knew better than to fight back with John Price. There was no winning with him.

You'd been married to John at one point. High school sweethearts, had a baby by 19, married by 22. Divorced at 30.

Your relationship with John in the beginning was amazing. You begun dating when you were 14, he joined the military when he was 16 to take care of you. You spent that time together, happy and in love. When you had a baby, he was an amazing dad. When you were first married, he was an amazing husband. Than, he was stationed in Ukraine and spent two full years away from you and his son, and that's when everything started to go downhill.

When he came home, he was a different person. Cold, hateful. You tried to deal with it, but he was mean. He'd never put his hands on you, but some of the things he said to you, in front of your son. You couldn't let him get away with. You spent a lot of time with your son at your mums house. She told you to leave him. He was and could easily be very dangerous. His history in the military, track record of behavior. John heard about what she said to you, and became even more hateful to you and her. The final time you went back, he begged you back. Swore he'd change. Things were okay for maybe a week, and than during fight, he said those words that shattered your heart.

"I don't love you anymore Y/N, I want a divorce."

They struck you like a train and tore your heart right out of your chest for him to stomp on it. The fighting, leaving, crying. In all of that you never imagined you'd be alone. That you'd have to adjust to life without your best friend.

You spent a year apart, he cleaned up his act, tried to get you back but you wouldn't budge. He'd done too much damage.

This angered him to no end. You were his but you wouldn't come back to him. He tried you for custody of your son, a way to piss you off even further, and he lost in court. It's the one thing that really made him open his eyes. He couldn't see his son. Couldn't have you back. It broke him. All because he had some issues he couldn't work through. He let the anger blind his love for you and he realized it. When he'd finally changed, it was too late. He'd invited you out for dinner, you and your son. You'd gone on a couple with him, but knew very well what his intentions were. You stayed guarded. He seemed to change but knew there was that one tiny chance of it happening again.

You never held his son from him. Always allowed him to come and see him. Allowed your son to go to his house. Because despite his issues with anger, he was never that way toward your son. Always so good to him, something you could appreciate about John.

"I'm not trying to waste your time sweetheart. I texted him a couple times but he wouldn't answer me, I didn't know if you'd heard from him or whatnot." He laughs into the phone.

You can't help but smile into the phone. This John right here is the John you'd fallen in love with. The sweettalking, loving man. But you knew better than to fall for it. Maybe you imagined he hadn't changed but knew better than to put yourself out there. You didn't want to be hurt like that ever again. Wouldn't allow yourself to be. You had to admit. You wanted to run back to him every single time he asked.

The John you fell in love with, left a taste on your tongue no one else could ever fulfill. He touched you and loved you in ways no one ever had, in ways no one ever would. So of course it was hard to keep yourself away from him, but this behavior wasn't safe for your son. So you stood your ground. "Yeah, the little asshole has done nothing but annoy me with his college-kid-behavior." You sigh into the phone. "Had so many calls from his dean telling me he's failing his classes, but he's 18 so he won't listen to me." John smiles at your frustration. "Maybe I'll try him again later tonight. Try to talk to him." He laughs. "Good luck. That's all I'm gonna say to you." You disappear inside your work. "Hey, before you go. I have something to give you. Have me over for dinner?" He asks, skeptically. "What is this John?"

"No funny business. I swear."

A sigh leaves your lips followed by a long break of silence. "Okay. Just tonight okay? Just dinner, nothing else." You breath. "Yes. Just dinner. No more." He smiles.

"Alright. I'll see you around 8, John."

After he says his goodbye's, he puts his old truck back into gear and leaves the parking lot of your work.

He had something of yours. He'd been waiting for the perfect moment to give it to you.

It's a necklace. He got it for you the day your son was born. You wanted to eat something that had disgusted you through your entire pregnancy, so he went out to get it for you, stumbling upon this.

It was a necklace. A little silver infinity symbol with you and your sons birth stones on the inside of each circle. You fell in love with it when he gave it to you. When you kicked him out, he noticed it had fallen underneath your wardrobe as he packed up his stuff. He picked it up and took it. He'd had it the entire 7 years you had spent apart.

He got himself ready for dinner with you. Grooming himself to perfection, spraying on that cologne you loved oh so much. He slipped on a black t-shirt and blue jeans paired with his normal boots, wrapping the little necklace into a tiny gift box. He waited until around 7:15pm, he wanted to get there a little early. He pulled into your driveway at 7:47pm. The nerves in his stomach had him going crazy. Sure you'd allowed him over for dinner before. It usually took a lot of convincing, but all of those other times, he knew what he wanted to do. But tonight, he'd follow through with it.

"Hi. Come in." You smile, stepping to the side as you opened the door. You're still wearing the outfit you'd worn to work, but he thought it was sexy. Black pencil skirt, white button up shirt tucked into it. Pretty black heels, but you'd most likely ditch them before dinner was done. "I got off work a little late, so dinner isn't quite ready." You blush. "That's alright love. You been a busy girl ah?" he smiles. You smile. "Yeah.. It's been a miserable week." You look down. He smiles.

As you finished up dinner, he made small talk with you. Telling you about his plans, everything.

Even you felt it was a little different than normal. Something seemed off about tonight and you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

When you both sat down for dinner and had finished eating, he knew it was time.

"So, what I wanted to give you." He smiles. He reaches into his pocket, passing the little gift box to you. You narrow your eyes at him. You open it up, the smile on your face when you see it, had his stomach fluttering. "My god.. I haven't seen this since we split up." You breathe. "Yeah. I found it on the ground back then and snagged it, I was being a prick and kept it from you." He looks down. "Thank you, John. I appreciate it." You smile.

He knows how bad he's hurt you. And he knows it'll take years to repair the damage he's done. But he's going to try. Even if he has to to die trying. And maybe he'll make things worse with his plans for tonight. But he knows. If he can get close enough to you to get his lips on your skin. You'll give into him. You can't resist him. "You need help putting it on?" He asks. "Uhhh. Sure." You smile. He stands up from his chair, you doing the same. He takes it from the little gift box. He lays it across your chest, brushing your hair to one side. He takes a deep breath. He latches the little clasp. Your skin was revealed to him. "Forgive me, Y/N." He breathes into your ear, the hair on your body standing up. "Hm?" you ask, confused. He wraps his arms around your stomach, pulling you into him so that you can't get away from him. He presses his lips against your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin. "John-" You tried to push him off, but couldn't. He was too strong. You tried to stay strong, tried to tell yourself to stop him. But it was no use.

A sigh leaves your lips and your eyes flutter closed as he continues his assault on your skin. "John." You breathe. "S'alright love. I know." He breathes, sliding his left hand up your front to cup your breast through your shirt, the buttons moving to the side to reveal your bra to him. "Give into me, please. I don't want to have to take it." He whispers. Breaths of air leave your lips in pants. It's too much to bare, you skin growing clammy, you felt hot. Oh, the things he did to you. Even still.

"John, I can't." You push yourself away from him. Spinning around to look at him. He's like an animal. Dark eyes, staring into your soul. He wanted to devour you. And you knew deep down, there was nothing you could do to stop it.

"You can. And you will." His movements are quick, he grasps your thighs, lifting you up. Your back meets the wall with a thud as his hips are pressed flush against yours. His erection pressing right up against you. Your skirt had been pushed up around your hips, and he bites at his lip. "John, stop."

"No."

He leans into you, taking a deep breath. Noting the way your hair smelled. Like flowers, he wanted to get lost in it. "I need you, Y/N. Need you so fucking bad." The desperation in his voice has you flinching. You needed him too, but you couldn't admit it.

He presses his lips against the skin on your neck again, being a little more rough than before. A small moan falls from your lips, and it's all he needs.

He moves you away from the wall, making his way up the staircase to your bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, climbing between your legs. He grasps a firm hold on your shirt, ripping it open, the buttons making small tapping sounds as they bounced all around the room. You wanted to scold him for ripping your shirt, but he presses his lips to your own before you get the chance. He unzips your skirt, and freezes up when you're in your undergarments.

A single moment of consideration. A single moment of weakness. You could scramble away from him. Rush down the stairs and tell him to leave before he takes this any further. But you don't run. Instead, you look back at him with that same fire in your eyes, like you used to. He's panting, chest rising and falling with each harsh breath he takes in. "It's okay, you can do it." You breath, giving him permission finally, to take what's his at long last.

He's rough. Quickly dragging his own clothes off before you can change your mind. Before you can tell him this was a mistake and he needed to leave. And you don't. He pushes your panties to the side, sliding himself inside of you, a gasp falling from your lips.

He pauses, eyes wide in shock.

It's been over a decade since the both of you had sex. He felt foreign. He made you feel so full. You stare up at him. The both of you in the same awe.

"Holy shit." He breathes. "I-I can't believe this." he laughs. Crimson rises up onto your cheeks. It feels like the first time all over again. for the both of you.

When he draws his hips back, pushing back into you, moans leave your lips and he can't take it. "Fuck." He breathes.

He gives you a few minutes to adjust but wastes no more time to hammer his hips into yours, fucking into you like it'll be the last time he ever does. "I love you." He looks into your eyes, hips still hammering into yours. Tears gather in his eyes and he has to turn away from you. Trying to hide it but he knows he can't. You rest your hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you. Tears filling up your own eyes. "I love you too, John." You breathe, barely keeping it together beneath him. "I love you so much Y/N, I've never not loved you. I've been so bad to you." His thrusts seem even harder and you can't help but cry out. "I'll be better to you, I don't care how long it takes. I don't care if it takes me until I'm dead to prove it to you." Tears fall from his eyes, dripping onto your cheeks to mix with your own tears.

"Just.. focus on me okay?" you breath, pulling him to look at you. He closes his eyes, the way you overwhelmed him still has him struggling to hold back. He pushes your thighs up, sliding into you deeper. Pushing himself right up against your sweet spot that has always had you crying out for him. It was insane to you, that even after all of this time, he still knew exactly what you liked. Knew your body so well. He learned pretty quickly everything about you and how to take care of you. He leans down, running his tongue along your skin, nibbling and sucking at the skin on your breasts and chest until it was raw and you were squirming beneath him. Each time his hips meet yours, you let out a cry or whimper of some kind, he was being so rough with you. You could barely take it. Right on the brink of being too much. You clench your eyes shut, trying to focus. This was such a bad idea. You needed to stop him. But you couldn't. "John.." You pant. "I know baby, look at me." He breathes. "Wanna see you when you cum, look at me." His eyes roll back slightly, he's holding back too.

A few more thrusts and you're right there. So close for him.

When he finally pushes you over the edge, a cry leaves your lips, eyes rolling back as you finish. You have to force yourself to look at him. He keeps going, chasing after his own high. You're squirming from being overstimulated. He screws his eyes shut, finally boiling over, finishing inside of you with a groan. "Bloody hell." He growls, hips halting. The both of you are breathing heavily as he relaxes on top of you. You both slowly come down from your highs and all he can do is look into your eyes, both of your blushing cheeks and smiles makes it really feel like the first time all over again.

Once you've gotten cleaned up. and he's sitting next to you on your couch, he finally breaks the silence. "I.. I know there isn't anything I can do. To reverse the damage I've done. But.. I can be better to you." He mumbles, grasping your hand. "Just shut up and kiss me, Price." You roll your eyes.

And he does. He kisses you hard. Like it'll be the last time he ever will.

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You take a deep breath. How the hell could this happen?

It was so good. So good with John for so long.

This was going to be the tie breaker. The end of this honeymoon phase the both of you were having, like the first time. You pick up your cell phone, dialing his phone number. "Hey." He answers the phone. "Hi."

"Is something wrong sweetheart?" He asks. "Can.. Can you just come over please?"

"Yeah of course, I'll be there soon love." He says, standing up and getting his shoes immediately. He drives a little too fast, worried at what this may be. Maybe you were having second thoughts on giving him another chance. His heart aches in his chest. He pulls into your driveway, sprinting up to the door. He opens the door and walks in and you're sitting at your desk. "Hey.. What's going on? I came as fast as I could." He pants.

You rest your head on your hand, passing him the little Ziploc bag.

His eyes widen when he sees what's inside. A pregnancy test, 2 dark red lines on it. "Oh shit." He snorts.

"Oh shit is right John, what are we gonna do?" You ask.

He laughs. "I can't believe it." He smiles. "You're happy about this?" you ask, shocked. "Of course I'm happy about this Y/N." He kneels down by your feet.

It means you're mine.

He has to shake the evil thoughts from his head. "I know you're worried. You don't want a replay of what happened with Y/S/N. But I'm gonna be better to you Y/N. I swear on my life." He grasps your hand, clutching it in his own. "I can't believe I'm gonna be a dad again." He smiles that big excited smile you hadn't seen since the first time you'd told him you were pregnant. Since you gave birth to your son. "You look so pretty with my babies inside of you." He smiles. You roll your eyes. "What are we gonna tell Y/S/N?" you look at him.

"I think just about anything we say to him is gonna piss him off Y/N." He laughs. "True." A sigh leaves your lips. "I wish we could've given him a better life."

"I do too sweetheart. And that's no one's fault but mine." He sighs. "We can be better though. We can do everything we've always wanted to do, and he'll just have to do it with us. Even if he hates it." He smiles.

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Your son glares down at the little girl at his feet, a smile breaking out on his face. He swoops her up off the ground, "Ohhhh, you think you're tough huh?" he spins her around. "Be careful please." You cross your arms. "Oh come onnnn. We're just having a little fun." he rolls his eyes. You shake your head at him with a smile. "Where is dad?" he asks. "He's upstairs."

"I'm right here, ready." John says, coming down the stairs.

He's wearing slacks and a nice dress shirt, same with your son. John takes your little girl from your son, her giggles have you smiling. She's wearing a beige puffy dress. Her 'princess dress' is what she preferred. You wore a dress of the same color, maybe a shade or two off but still close. "How long do I have to keep this stupid shirt on?" Your son complains. "Until I say so." You send a glare his way. "Family pictures? Seriously? How did we go from hating each other to this?" he rolls his eyes, smile on his face.

You laugh. "I think the answer to that question is this little thing right here." John looks at your daughter, beginning to tickle at her sides.

Bursts of her laughter fill the room and you and your son smile. You had spoken to him about everything. He was happy to see you guys back together. He was happy John was able to bring himself back together. But you both could tell how hurt he was. He deserved the life his little sister got to live, but he was happy to be around for it.

He got a little taste of it. During his first heartbreak in college, he came home to mom and dad, it was nearing 3 in the morning. His small moment of weakness had him laying between the both of you in your shared bed. Just like when he was little boy. The both of you held him while he cried. Your not so little boy was there again. For you to both comfort him and be there for him. He laid there and suffered for hours, and while it hurt you and John to no end to see him like that, you were so happy you were both who he came to, to confide in.

He was doing better now. But he seemed to be around more often than he used to be. And now, all of you were getting ready for family photos. One big, happy (yet dysfunctional) family again.

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I should have been there!

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Relationship: MamaNat x 21 yr old Reader

Summary: Y/n's relationship isn't going as well as she planned. But just as she's going to talk to her mama about it, Nat goes on a mission, leaving Y/n to figure out what to do herself.

Word Count: 5417

Y/n's POV:

Although I didn't have the greatest of starts to life, I really got lucky in my teenage years. You see, I was sold by my parents to Hydra when I was a baby. I then spent 14 years of my life being experimented on. Unlike others in the programme, I wasn't treated as one of their own. Although I spent nearly my entire life there, I was very much treated like a prisoner. I was too valuable to them to lose.

Through my time in Hydra, I was given the power to manipulate the elements. I hated it. I struggled for control as the power was so strong. It would physically hurt in my younger years to even try and blow a gust of wind with it. I despised everything about them. My aim in life was to get to a point that I could get rid of them, never having to harm another person against my will again.

This became a possible reality when the Avengers stormed the base I was held in when I was 15. They never saw me as a monster and helped to train me properly to control my powers. I grew close to Nat and Bruce. Nat was very protective of me and became like a mother figure to me in the early days. I aspired to be just like her, being able to do good for the world. When I turned 16, she asked if she could adopt me, and we could be a family together.

It was the best day of my life. Tony helped to get it all done and I soon became Y/n Romanoff. When she adopted me, Nat was only 28 but it didn't matter. She treated me like a normal kid, helped me with schoolwork and was quick to scold me when I had my rebellious moments. Being her daughter is my greatest honour.

With Bruce, I loved spending time with him in his lab. I loved science and he was happy to teach me. I got to hang out and do so many cool things with him and Tony in the lab. It was great fun, and I couldn't believe that this was the life I now had. After all those years locked away, I had this amazing life. I had a family.

It was Bruce that I first talked to about wishing I could get rid of my powers. Unbeknownst to me, he started work the very next day to find out if it would be possible for me to live a life without them. It wasn't until I was 18 that he found a solution. It was a risky procedure but would guarantee that I would never have to live life feeling like a monster anymore.

Mama really wasn't happy at the thought of me going through such a risky procedure. She fought me on it, and we had a huge blow out from it. But when we calmed down and I explained to her exactly why I wanted to do it, she reluctantly agreed. Not that she really had a say as I was 18 and didn't need parental consent anymore.

Luckily, it all went perfectly, my powers were gone. It was weird at first, but I soon got used to it. I was never happier. That was until a year ago. When Mama and Wanda officially got together. I had never seen mama happier than when she was with Wanda. They were each other's missing piece and they fit perfectly together. I loved watching their relationship flourish. I teased mama a lot in the beginning. The usually unflappable black widow was stumbling over her words and blushing at the slightest compliment from Wanda.

Eventually, she got her shit together and asked her out on a date and they never looked back. The love the two of them have, is something you can only aspire to get yourself. It's pure and unconditional. Sure, they have their moments. They argue and disagree. But they always come back to each other stronger than ever.

That's why it was so hard when my own relationship turned sour. I met Aaron six months ago and he was the most sweet and loving man. At 21 he was my first proper boyfriend. It had been near impossible to date before. All the team had a view and were extremely protective.

I met Aaron at a local coffee shop. I had just had an argument with mama about a mission that Tony had asked me to go on. Since I gave up my powers, mama has always been worried about me going on missions. Even though she has trained me to be almost as good as she is. I was so frustrated, I stormed out and spent the afternoon in my favourite coffee shop.

Aaron saw me on my own and teary eyed. He asked to join me, and we talked for hours. It was really funny and caring too. We exchanged numbers and started to go on dates. He really swept me off my feet. I quickly found myself falling for him and decided to bring him home with me for my birthday meal.

I remember the moment he saw who my family was and the look in his eye. It was mixed with terror and awe. With each of them being fiercely protective, he had very intimidating handshakes and quiet threats about my safety. All of which he nodded to and promised he only ever planned to protect me and care for me.

Although most of the team ended up really liking him, mama and Wanda seemed harder to convince. "I just want what's best for my baby." Mama said to me after she had spent an hour grilling Aaron on everything and anything. Weirdly, Wanda was almost more protective. Her eyes would constantly be glowing red as she looked at him. At first, I thought she was reading his mind, but she promised she would never do that unless it was absolutely necessary. She confirmed that she was just making sure that he knew what he was dealing with if he fucked up.

Turns out, that regardless of earth's mightiest heroes threatening him, it didn't discourage Aaron from fucking up!

After my birthday, he started to change. At first it was the odd outburst. He would then profusely apologise for yelling at me and would be so sweet. It actually angers me how long I allowed this behaviour to go on for. Each time I would be fed up and promise I wouldn't take it anymore. But then the sweet and caring man that I had fallen in love with, would come back and treat me how he always had. It was like that side of him had a lock on me and I couldn't shake it.

Unfortunately, that man I loved become harder to find. The outbursts became worse until one day he hit me. The look of terror on his face as he did it, still sits with me. He regretted it with every fibre of his being. For weeks afterwards, he was the man I had remembered, and I genuinely thought that this was the turning points for him. That it was the shock he needed to realise what he was doing.

But once again, I was wrong. He was nicest when we were at the compound. It was like he needed to prove what an amazing guy he was. At first, I loved it, because I was with the sweet and caring guy again. But I soon realised that it was front. When we were at his place, he was slowly turning into a mentally abusive monster. So, I tried to keep him at the compound as often as I could. Not that he was always happy with that as we never had sex there. Something he'd always make up for when I was over at his.

The final straw for me was when he hit me for a second time. He was apologetic once again, but I stormed out. I had enough and I had to get out of this relationship. But I knew I needed help. I may be 22 but I need my mama. I rushed from Aaron's straight home to the compound, rushing through the building to find the person I needed most.

"Mama!" I shout as I see her leaving one of the meeting rooms. "Hi love. What's up?" She asks, still walking towards the elevator. "I really need your help and I wonder if we could talk?" I ask, my heart almost thumping out of my chest. There was a part of me that is terrified at how she's going to react. She didn't raise me to be weak like this. But here I am, allowing myself to be treated like shit by a guy I thought I loved.

"I'm so sorry honey, but I have to leave for a mission. But when I get back, how about we have a mama/daughter day. Just the two of us and we can talk about everything." She suggests. I sigh, hoping to have got this sorted today, but ultimately agree. "Ok mama. How long's the mission?" I ask, joining her in the elevator. "Should only be a week. Then you've got me all to yourself." She replies, pulling me into a hug. "Please be safe." I mumble into her neck, and she lets out a small chuckle. "Aren't I always?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. I quickly pull away and give her a 'you can't be serious' face. "Ok, but I've always come back to you." She adjusts her statement.

I stay with her whilst she gets ready and then join Wanda to see her off on the quinjet. Once the jet has left, Wanda wraps her arm around me and leads me back inside. "Want to watch a movie with me? Or does that boy of yours have your attention today?" She asks as we walk into the common room. I cringe a little at the mention of Aaron, but quickly shake it off. "Yeah, that would be nice."

We decide to watch one in hers and mama's room, raiding the kitchen of all the snack that we want. Whenever mama goes away on a mission without her, Wanda always struggles on the first day. She always worries that something is going to happen to her. Most of the time, we end up spending it together, helping each other with the worry that we have.

Wanda has quickly been becoming a second parental figure to me. She has always made the effort to engage with me, understanding that I'm the baggage that comes with mama. I love Wanda. Not just because she is perfect for Mama, but also because she genuinely cares for me too. I just wish I had the two of them in my life when I was a kid. I can just imagine the three of us living in a house out of the city, maybe them giving me a sibling.

Whilst we're watching the movie, my mind keeps wandering to Aaron and how I'm going to get out of this situation. I had hoped that mama would help me. Though I had planned to omit the physical stuff. She would kill him if she knew, and that's something I don't need. I just need to get out. But I only have to wait a week and she'll be back. I just need to avoid him until then.

"Are you ok sweetie?" Wanda questions, pulling me from my thoughts. I look at her and see a concerned look in her eyes. "Yeah, sorry. Just a little lost in thought on Mama's mission." I lie, not wanting Wanda to know what's going on. She frowns at me a little and I pray that she doesn't question it further. After a moment, she scootches closer to me and wraps me in a hug. "She'll be fine. She always is." She reassures me. And that's how we spend the rest of the evening. Cuddled up in her bed, watching movies and sitcoms.

Over the next few days, Aaron is frantically trying to get a hold of me. His texts and voicemails are apologetic, promising it'll never happen again. But I'm done now. I know that it's a lie and I can't stay in the relationship anymore. But the mistake I do make, is thinking that he will be in an agreeable mood to talk. I text him and tell him I'm on my way to his to talk. It's time that I end this.

"Y/n! Wait." Wanda calls after me as I get out of the elevator. "What's up Wands?" I reply and I notice her eyebrows furrowed. "Is everything ok? You've seemed a little off these last couple of days." She states, and I feel my heart rate increase, my head screaming that I should tell her what is happening. But I'm too embarrassed. "I'm ok. Just missing mama." I partially lie. I can tell she's not buying it so I start to move towards the door. "I'm heading over to Aaron's. But do you want to hang out when I'm back?" I ask, hoping the promise of a hang out will help to ease her own nerves. She nods and gives me a hug, then allows me to leave.

As soon as I walk through Aaron's door, he's pulling me into a hug, repeatedly apologising for what he had done. "Enough." I state firmly, wanting to show him that I'm strong. "I promise, I will never do it again. I will change. I will be the person you deserve." He begs, his hands still clinging to mine. "You promised me that the first time Aaron. But it did happen again. I just don't trust you." I tell him, seeing a flash of anger in his eyes. "Then let me earn that trust back. I can't lose you." His hands grip on mine tightens to a point it almost hurts. "Aaron. Please let go. You're hurting me." I request softly but he shakes his head. "Not until you promise that you won't leave me."

I try to pull my hands away, but he doesn't allow it. "Aaron. I'm not staying in this relationship. I genuinely am scared of where it is going. You've hit me twice and your attitude towards me has changed. You're no longer the caring man I met in the coffee shop." I gain confidence, knowing that I want nothing more than for this relationship to end.

"Well, why do you think that is. You've made me into this man Y/n. Maybe if you had been a better girlfriend, I would act like I do." At his words, I aggressively snatch my hands from his grip. "No. I am not at fault here for you hitting me. You're just proving my point. This is over Aaron. We are over." I state firmly, turning to leave as quickly as I can. But as soon as I reach the door, his hand slams it shut. "You're not going anywhere."

Nat's POV:

Something is definitely wrong with Y/n. The whole journey on the quinjet, I'm regretting not staying behind and talking with her. It seemed urgent and she was flustered. Add that to the fact she's been withdrawing over the last few weeks, my concern is growing rapidly. Just the other night whilst I was led with Wanda, I shared my fears.

We had just finished another episode of the Dick Van Dyke show, but I was distracted as my hand mindlessly stroked through Wanda's hair. "Your mind is elsewhere tonight Detka." Wanda observes, switching off the TV and turning to look at me. "I'm worried about Y/n." I share easily. I see Wanda's face flash with worry. "What's wrong with her?" She asks quickly and I smile for a moment at the love that she has for my daughter.

I love their relationship. It's been growing so much over the last few months. Wanda is desperate to become Y/n's second mom, even though she's only 10 years older than her. I genuinely can't wait for that to happen so we can be a proper family together. "I don't know. But haven't you noticed that she's more withdrawn lately? She's not got her usual confidence." I reply and watch for Wanda's response. "Now you say it, she isn't as happy as she has been. Do you think it's to do with Aaron?" She asks, a hint of distaste at the name.

We both have had our reservations about him, but neither of us can put a finger on why. All the times we've met him, he's been so lovely. He is very caring of Y/n and makes the effort with us all when he's in the compound. But there is just this nagging feeling that he's not all he seems. "I don't know. Maybe. I just don't like the idea of her needing help but being afraid to ask for it." I share my fears. I've always tried to be the mother that Y/n deserves. Someone she can talk to regardless of what's going on. I want her to feel safe and unjudged whilst she's with me. But something seems to be stopping her.

"Do you want me to go in her mind?" Wanda asks, but I quickly shake my head. "No! She would never forgive you and your relationship is one of the good things at the moment." I quickly shut down the idea. "Then we just have to be there for her." She comforts me.

But now, I'm on the quinjet, realising that I wasn't there for her when she needed me. She actually came to talk to me and I still came on this mission. Worried about my daughter I decide to message Wanda.

Nat: Hey, I hate that I left like I did. Y/n wanted to talk but I didn't have time. Please can you keep an eye on her over the next few days? I'll try and get this mission done as quickly as possible to come home to her.

Wanda: Of course detka. We're currently watching a movie together. Focus on your mission and I'll be here for Y/n.

I sigh in relief, knowing that she's already comforting Y/n. I know they always hang out when I first leave for a mission without them. But today, it gives me a bit more relief knowing that Y/n isn't alone.

After a few days, the mission is going well. I'll hopefully be home two days early, Clint, Steve and I just need to get this sorted and then I can be back home with my family.

Whilst having breakfast, my phone rings and I see Wanda's name appear. I smile and answer it. "Hi babe." I greet her but her concerned voice floods me with worry. "Nat, how quickly can you get home?" I don't respond straight away, panic rushing through me at what could be wrong. "Uh, I can try and leave now. What's up?" I ask, moving to the next room where Steve and Clint are. They both look at me but their smiles drop when they see my demeanour.

"This is going to sound strange, but I need you to trust me." She prefixes her next sentence. I quickly put my phone on speaker so the others can hear and save me explaining why I need to leave so rapidly. "Something is wrong with Y/n. More so than usual. She was really deflated this morning and her aura is just completely dark. I think something is wrong with Aaron and I'm about to go over there." She shares and I feel like my heart stops for a moment.

If Wanda feels that something is wrong, then it is. I've never known her to be wrong with something like this. "I can be home in two hours. Don't go on your own." I tell her, looking at Steve and Clint who both nod. They know not to come between Y/n and I. "Quicker if I can override the quinjet's restrictions." I'm now running around grabbing my things whilst finishing up my conversation with Wanda.

"We've got this. Just focus on Y/n." Steve reassures me with a hand to my shoulder. I rush off and jump in the quinjet and set a course for home. Within 15 minutes I'm able to override the restrictions on the jet and my journey time is cut down to an hour. Though it might as well be 10 with the speed it feels like it's going. My anxiety is growing with every second. I should never have left her.

The moment the quinjet touches down I run out to greet Wanda who is ready and waiting to leave. We jump in my corvette and drive straight to Aaron's. "She's going to be fine." Wanda tries to comfort me, but I can tell by her own voice she doesn't believe it herself.

The car has barely stopped before Wanda is jumping out and running up the stairs to Aaron's apartment. I'm quickly behind her and I don't hesitate to kick the door down when I hear a cry of pain. The minute I see the scene in front of me, my whole body just freezes. My daughter is on the floor, barely conscious with the man that promised he only ever wanted to love her, beating her.

I completely fail her as I freeze. If I haven't failed her before this. How could I not see this? I'm a fucking spy! A deeper cry of pain pulls me out of my trance. I see Aaron in a heap on the floor, Wanda's red whisps dissipating. I rush over to Y/n, falling to my knees to cup her battered face in my hands. "Oh, my sweet baby." I whisper. "Stay awake for me ok. We're going to get you help." I plead with her as I can see her eyes struggling to stay open.

"I'll call Tony to get the medical wing ready and get Fury to send someone over to deal with that asshole." Wanda takes control of the situation, though I can see fear in her own face. "I'm so sorry baby. I should never have left for that mission." I fight back tears. I'm shocked when I see Y/n smile at me. "It's not your fault mama. I hid this from you for too long." She chokes out. "It hurts." She complains as a coughing fit takes over her body.

My heart stops when I see blood, indicating that she has a punctured lung. Her breathing starts to get laboured, and I look to Wanda with a pained look in my eyes. "Tony is on the way to take her back to the compound. Cho and Banner will be waiting." Wanda informs me, kneeling down next to me. She places a hand on my back and then one on Y/n's bruised cheek. "I should never have let you go." She mumbles.

Y/n tries to talk, but it's becoming too much. "It's ok. You don't need to say anything. Just stay awake with us until we can get you help." I plead with her. I can see the pain in her eyes, and it breaks my heart even further. Though that is soon replaced by anger when I hear grunting from behind us. The asshole has woken.

I quickly stand up and march my way over to him, pulling him to his feet and pinning him to the wall. "You're a fucking asshole. I told you to never hurt her." I shout at him before I punch him square in the nose. Anger takes over me and I start to throw punch after punch, wanting him to feel the same pain that Y/n is. "Nat, stop!" Wanda shouts, pulling me away from him and into her arms. "Y/n needs you and he is not worth it." She whispers in my ear.

I'm breathing heavily as I stare down the piece of shit in front of me. "He deserves to pay." I growl. "I know and he will. But go and be with our daughter." She instructs. My head snaps to her when I hear the words she just used. Our daughter. I slowly make my way over to Y/n and take her hand in mine again. Though my gaze wanders to Wanda as she picks Aaron up with her powers. "You are lucky that we have a semblance of control. Unlike you it seems. There is nothing I want more than to help my girlfriend in beating you to a pulp, but we are better than you. It doesn't mean that you're getting away with it. We'll still make sure your life is hell for what you've done. I promised you that you would pay if you hurt my daughter. I don't break my promises." Her words are laced with venom, and I can see the pure fear in Aaron's eyes.

But we don't have long to relish in at as the door slams open to Tony and Bucky rushing in. They both stop in their tracks as they see me bent over the beaten body of my daughter. She means so much to everyone in the team, seeing her like this is going to hurt them almost as much as it does me. "The jet's in the field opposite. Let's take her home. The Shield agents are outside to deal with that asshole." Tony lets us know, moving towards Y/n to assess her injuries. "You're ok baby spider. We're going to get you home now." He speaks gently to her, and I see her smile as she still tries to fight to stay awake.

The whole way home, I'm clinging to her hand. She lost consciousness within a few minutes of taking off, but Tony assured me she was in safe hands, and they would get her fixed up in no time. They rolled her straight to the medical centre when we landed, Wanda and I hot on their tails.

We waited outside, watching on through the window as the three of them worked on Y/n. Wanda held me as I broke down when we saw the extent of her injuries when they removed her shirt. What animal could do that to a person? It was hours before Bruce came out to talk to us. My heart was in my mouth as I waited to hear the damage. "How is she?" I rush out as he takes a seat opposite us. "She's lucky. She has four broken ribs. One of which punctured her lung, which we have managed to fix up. Her left collarbone is shattered, and she has a fracture to her left radius. We've controlled the mass internal bleeding but had to remove part of her spleen. She also has a fractured eye socket and broken nose as well as a small bleed on the brain. But we're confident that it will heal with medication and rest." He lists off her injuries.

I feel Wanda's grip tighten around me with every new injury. "Will she be, ok?" I ask, hoping that she's going to make a full recovery. "Over time, yes. She'll be in the medical wing for a week or two so we can monitor her head and internal injuries. If all goes well, it'll be physio for her broken bones." He answers and I let out a sigh of relief. "Can we see her?" Wanda asks almost desperately. "Of course. She's going to need all the support she can get." He says, moving to show us to her.

As soon as I'm in the room with her, I rush to her side and take the seat to her right. I take her hand in mine and place a kiss against it. "Oh, my sweet baby. I'm so sorry." I mumble through a cry. "This is torture seeing her like this. I just want to protect her with everything that I have." Wanda says, making me smile at the love she has for her. But I quickly remember that we're here because of me. "I should have stayed here Wands. I was already worried something was wrong and then she asked to talk with me." I ramble, getting lost in the pain of allowing this to happen to my daughter. "No. You're not in the wrong here Nat. You weren't to know. You were just doing your job." She quickly sets me straight. Not that I believe it.

"If anyone is to blame it's me. I knew something was wrong when she left for Aaron's, yet I let her go. If I had stopped her or at least gone with her, then I could have stopped this. She wouldn't be led in this bed." Wanda cries. I hate seeing her blame herself. "Neither of you are to blame." I scratchy voice puts us straight. Both Wanda and I's head shoot up to see Y/n smiling at us both. "Oh sweetheart. Thank God you're ok." I place a gentle kiss against her forehead as Wanda grabs a cup of water and a straw.

She holds it out and helps Y/n to drink it. "Thanks mom." She says, making Wanda short circuit. A wide smile grows on my face as a few tears escape Wanda's eye. "I should have called you that earlier, but I guess I was too scared." Y/n admits, which makes Wanda quickly lean down to wrap her in a careful hug. "Oh Y/n. I have seen you as my daughter for so long now. I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you see me like a mom." She shares through tears.

"How are you feeling love?" I ask after they've had their moment. "A bit sore but just grateful the two of you go to me in time." She responds. "I'll go and grab Bruce so he can give you some pain meds." Wanda stands to leave, but Y/n stops her. "Please stay. I just want to be with you two for now." She pleads. Wanda nods and retakes her seat. "We're so sorry. Y/n. We should have done more." I say, hoping that she'll forgive us.

Turns out we don't need it. "It's not either of your fault. I mean that. I was too scared to admit what was happening and I never would have asked you to stay behind from a mission for me. The only person to blame is Aaron." She tells us both sternly, with no room for us to argue. "I just want to move on from this." She adds. "What can we do to help?" Wanda asks whilst my thumb is slowly rubbing circles over her bloodied knuckles, showing she put up a fight.

Y/n has a smirk on her face as she looks between us. "Get married." She states and it makes both Wanda and I choke on air. Y/n is looking very proud of herself as I meet Wanda's eyes. "I-I had hoped it would uh, be more romantic." I stumble over my words as Wanda's cheeks blush. "What's better than it happening in front of our daughter." Wanda gains some confidence as she speaks.

Y/n gives my hand a tug and nods her head to encourage me. "Ok. Wanda, will you marry me?" I ask shyly. Wanda stands up and comes to the other side of Y/n's bed. "I will always say yes." She responds, leaning down to capture my lips. It doesn't last though when we pull away quickly after hearing a squeal followed by a grunt of pain from Y/n. "What's wrong sweetheart?!" Wanda asks worriedly, looking over Y/n. "I'm ok. I just got a little too excited." She admits timidly.

We both laugh. "I'm getting Bruce this time." Wanda says firmly, earning a pout from both Y/n and I. "I'll be right back my loves." She smiles, giving me a peck and them placing a kiss on Y/n's forehead. We both watch her leave and then Y/n takes my hand. "I am so happy for you mama." She says with a bright smile. Though my heart constricts when I taken in the swollen eyes and bruises. "I gently run my finger over her cheek, and she winces slightly. "I'm ok Mama. I've got the best family behind me." She says, the optimistic girl I know and love returning. I am just so happy I could give her the family she deserves.

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Starring: Dad!August, Mike, guest appearance; Syverson

Summary: August is not happy when his daughter first starts dating 'that Syverson boy'.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: Fluff, overprotective dad!August, family drama, teen angst, super-duper unreasonable parents, and vague mentions of teens having sex, I guess that needs a warning or something?

A/N: And now for something completely different... Written from August's POV. Unfortunately, he got married, and they had a baby, and unfortunately the baby was a girl, who is now unfortunately 16 years old, and unfortunately wants to date boys, who unfortunately happens to be the son of his college rival; James Syverson. 80% of this fic is just August being on the verge of having a fucking heart attack because of teen shenanigans. And they're not even that bad.

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @littlefreya @mayloma @summersong69 @livisss @winter2112rose @changenameno @wa-ni (still not allowed to tag you, sorry :( )

“Daddy, come on, it’s just a date!”

“Princess, you’re too young to date.”

“Oh my god! Mom!” She stormed out of the kitchen, and you foolishly thought you could pick up the paper again. “Please talk some sense into dad!”

And there she was again. Both of them, even. You sighed and put the paper back down.

“August, for the love of God, she’s sixteen! She can date!” Your wife put her hands on her hips — you hated it when she did that.

“Not with that...” You struggled to find the words without letting the entire house in on why exactly you didn’t approve of this boy. Other than him wanting to do unspeakable things to your daughter, of course.

“He’s a sweet kid,” your wife said, rolling her eyes — you hated it when she did that, too.

“He’s a Syverson!” you blurted out. “She’s not going out with the son of that sleazy, good-for-nothing son of a—”

“Only if you can say it in church, August!” You didn’t even go to church! Neither did your wife, but it was her go-to way of keeping you from swearing, and as much as you hated to admit it, it worked.

“Junior can forget it,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

“Go get ready, sweetie,” your wife said to your daughter. Your blood was boiling. Did you have absolutely no authority in your own damn house? Not usually, no... “I’ll have a chat with your father.”

“So, you want to take my daughter out?” You took pleasure in staring the boy in front of you down, and you were pleased to report he was scared to death. Or at least he had the decency to fake it.

“Yes, sir,” he said, swallowing audibly, “we’re going to see a movie. I’ll have her home by eleven.”

“Ten,” you replied brusquely.

“Dad!” your daughter squealed as she came down the stairs. “Can you be normal for like... Five seconds? Mom! He’s doing it again; he’s ruining my life!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, princess!” you scoffed.

“August, that’s enough!” You glared at your wife, who turned to the boy in front of you.

“You two have fun,” she said. “Bring her back in one piece, James.”

“Eh, it’s Mike, ma’am.” He didn’t look at her as he said it.

“I’m sorry?”

“My middle name is Michael. I’m not overly fond of the whole ‘Junior’ thing,” he admitted. “Anyway. When is her curfew, exactly? I really don’t want to get her in trouble.”

“Then leave—ow!” Maybe you deserved that kick in the shins.

“She’s late,” you grumbled. “And I mean he brought her home late.”

“Oh, August, please! They’re right outside, you can hear them!” She rolled her eyes at you again.

“There’s too much giggling if you ask me,” you sneered. And right when you said it, the giggling stopped — which was far more disconcerting, as far as you were concerned.

“August, don’t,” your wife sighed as you got off the couch and walked towards the front door.

“That’s quite enough, young man,” you snapped when you pulled the door open and were met with the unpleasant sight of the Syverson boy harassing your precious little girl. That had to be it, right?

“Dad, oh my god! Stop embarrassing me!” She let out a frustrated scream and turned to Mike. “I’m so sorry, Mike... I’ll see you Monday, okay?”

As soon as the door closed behind her, you knew you were in for it.

“Dad, you are certifiably insane, okay? It was just a kiss, for fuck’s sake!”

“Language, young lady!” you tried, but you were fairly sure you’d find no backup in this case. Your wife was staring you down from the couch in the living room.

“No, dad,” she yelled. “You’re nuts. That’s it. Why can’t you just be normal? Why do you have to be crazy? You just totally humiliated me, like...”

“Princess, I’m just trying to protect you,” you said as you reached out to pull her into a hug, but she pushed you away.

“Daddy, I’m serious! We went to the movies, we had a really nice time and then he drove me home and so what if he kissed me? Like, you didn’t have to show up like that, acting like a complete psycho. It was beyond cringe! I’m literally mortified, like what were you even thinking?” She sighed dramatically and threw her hands up. “Whatever. I’m going to my room. Stay out of my business!”

“Well, that went... Well,” you said as you sat down on the couch, with the — admittedly false — hope of getting some sympathy from your lovely wife.

“No, August, it did not.”

“Ok, so, we’ll be in my room,” she said, already tugging Mike along towards the stairs, and before you could say anything, they were gone.

“Hold on—” you started, but your wife grabbed your elbow, calming you down slightly. But only slightly.

“Let them,” she sighed, the sound cutting through you like a knife, “remember when we were young?” She wrapped her arms around your neck and kissed you, and it took everything to not push her away, knowing where her mind was — with her sixteen-year-old self, in her bedroom, fooling around with her high school sweetheart: none other than James Syverson.

Yes, James Syverson senior, the father of the boy who was upstairs with your daughter right now... The man who had beat you for captain of the football team. Twice. The man who had made a pass at your then-girlfriend when you were years into dating her and she was wearing your ring and your jacket with your name on it. Twice. Was it really so weird that you trusted his son about as far as you could throw him?

Soft lips on your neck pulled you away from your thoughts. “Try to remember that I married you?”

You smiled at her before leaning in for a kiss, wrapping her up in a tight embrace. “I’m a lucky man.”

“Ew, gross. Can you, like, not?”

A devilish smile played at your wife’s lips for a moment before she kissed you again a tad too theatrically.

“Oh my god, stop it! You’re old!” The look of disgust on your daughter’s face was absolutely priceless. “This is a kitchen! It’s a communal space!”

“So is the porch, princess,” you replied.

“How many times do I have to tell you two; this door stays open—oh for the love of God! I don’t need to see that!”

“Then by all means, dad, leave the door closed!” You caught the pillow she threw at you, and Mike made a point of moving as far away from her as the bed would allow while mumbling an apology.

Your wife had been right — which you were never telling her, which didn’t even matter because she already knew, anyway — and Mike really wasn’t a bad kid. That didn’t mean you were okay with him feeling up your daughter, though. Or worse.

“We’re not doing that, princess. Nice try though.”

On your way downstairs, you were fairly sure you heard the bedroom door close again and you sighed.

“It’s okay, love,” your wife said as she wrapped her arms around you.

“It’s not,” you sighed. “I wish that boy would keep his filthy paws off our daughter.” Was it genuinely too much to ask for her to find a nice, non-hormonal boy her age who only wanted to sit next to her on the couch and hold her hand under strict parental supervision?

“Yes, August, that’s entirely too much to ask,” your wife snickered. You hadn’t even realized you’d actually voiced your thoughts. “Boys like that don’t exist. I remember you when you were eighteen… We were doing much worse things than they are.”

“But we were in college. Can’t we just… ban him from the house?” You slumped down on the couch and took the cup of coffee your wife was now holding out to you.

“We could,” she said, and for the first time, a smile appeared on your face that she managed to wipe off immediately: “But I’ve seen the inside of that car he drives.”

It had been an interesting phone call, at one o’clock in the morning, from your daughter’s best friend’s mother, asking if her daughter had come home yet.

“How would I know that?” you had snapped at her. Surely, she didn’t expect you to know who was in her house in the middle of the night? It was her house…

“Because she’s staying with you,” the concerned mother had answered.

“Ah,” you answered, grabbing your wife’s shoulder and shaking her until she was awake. “We were under the impression that our daughter was staying with you.”

Your wife had called Mike’s parents, who had also established that their son was not where he was supposed to be.

Long story short: Everyone was in serious trouble.

And now you were on your way to some club, your knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so hard, and you barely managed to stifle a yawn. In the passenger seat, your wife threatened to drift off to sleep. The only reason you had taken her with you was so you wouldn’t make a gigantic scene — no matter how much that was exactly what you wanted to do.

Syverson and his wife were already there, attempting to convince the bouncer to let them into the club without paying some ridiculous entrance fee, while your daughter’s friend’s parents stood off to the side, looking more and more nervous by the minute.

Your wife walked to the door. “Now you listen to me, pal,” she snapped. “My daughter is in there and if you don’t want me to get everyone here fired and then sue this place to high heavens for letting minors in, then you let us go in there and look for her right now, or so help me God!” She could be impressively scary, you noted as a smile slowly grew on your face.

She paced back to you and scowled at you when you kissed her on the forehead. “What the hell was that for?”

“You’re beautiful when you’re angry,” you said.

Your kids were, indeed, inside. They — your daughter and Mike, at least — were unlucky enough that you were the one to find them. Dancing. If you could call it that — and you quickly decided that you absolutely couldn’t call it that.

The music — again; if you could call it that — was incredibly loud, giving you a headache on top of your already particularly murderous mood, and you held on to your last shred of self-restraint with all your might to make sure you wouldn’t genuinely murder your daughter’s… boyfriend. Even just thinking the word made you want to punch something. Him, preferably.

Mike spotted you first, and you felt an overwhelming sense of pride when his face morphed into an expression of complete and utter terror. He also had the common sense to step away from your daughter immediately, who looked up around at him when she felt Mike suddenly disappear from behind her. He pointed at you, and she turned around again. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. Good.

With a single finger, you beckoned them both to come over, and when they were standing in front of you, you dragged them both outside.

“What were you thinking?” your wife snapped at your daughter, who looked up at you.

“Daddy, I…” You just shook your head and let your wife handle this.

When she was done — your daughter was now grounded for a month — you turned to Mike: “And your involvement in this was…?”

“They wanted to see the DJ, and I… I told them I could sneak them in. It was stupid and irresponsible—”

“Not to mention illegal.”

“—yes, that too. I’m sorry.” Mike looked down, clearly doing his best not to tremble visibly. He failed. Good.

“How’d you even swing this, James?” Mike’s dad wanted to know, his wife standing behind him, clearly trying very hard to keep her mouth shut to prevent herself from saying something she’d regret.

“It’s Mike,” Mike corrected.

“Not when I’m this goddamn mad at you it isn’t, son.”

“Hello, mrs. Walker,” Mike greeted your wife while handing her a bouquet of flowers. You rolled your eyes, even though you had no reason to. He handed a second bouquet — it was just a handful of daisies — to your daughter. “Thank you for the invitation.”

It wasn’t exactly n invitation you’d been all too excited to extend, but alas. Here he was again. Maybe grounding them hadn’t been such a good idea (even though you’d laughed at Syverson’s idea to have Mike’s punishment start two weeks later than your daughter’s, so that they’d have to go without each other for longer), because now they were just unnecessarily and inappropriately touchy.

“Thank you, Mike, these are lovely,” your wife said as she handed you the flowers. “August, darling, could you put these in a vase, please?”

You were glad to have something to do. “Of course, my angel.”

“Gross,” your daughter said while rolling her eyes, and you glared at her, biting your tongue to keep yourself from making your sarcastic remark.

“Eh,” Mike shrugged, “my parents are worse. I think it’s sweet.”

You watched over the edge of the newspaper while Mike helped your daughter set the table, while your wife continuously glanced at you in her signature ‘I told you so’ kind of way. You had already tentatively agreed with her that he wasn’t a bad kid! What more did she want?

Dinner was unbearable, and your wife had to warn you more than once to stop cutting your food so hard you nearly sawed your way through your plate on more than one occasion, and you gritted your teeth as you tried to focus on your dinner instead of watching the two lovebirds. At least they were trying to keep it decent, which was much appreciated, but it didn’t necessarily make things much easier for you.

“What did you tell her?” you asked your wife — calmly, you hoped — when your daughter slammed the door behind her after an unusually quick escape from the house.

“Not much,” she answered. You knew for a fact she’d been pretty on top of the sex ed stuff for years now. “A reminder that she shouldn’t do things she isn’t ready for. And to use protection.”

“Hmm.” Whether you were finally getting used to the idea of your daughter going out with Michael Syverson, or your wife and her relentless support of their relationship had finally worn you down, you didn’t exactly know.

“August,” she said as she sat down next to you and leaned into your side, “I know you’re trying to protect her, but you can’t stop this. It’ll happen sooner or later. Sooner, rather than—”

“I know,” you growled.

“You were sixteen when—”

“I know.” It hurt to clench your teeth the way you did, but it was all you could do to stop yourself from screaming. “If he hurts her…”

“She takes after you, dear,” your wife chuckled. “He doesn’t stand a chance.”

“He asked you to where now?” Your eyebrows shot up a mile and at least a month’s worth of acceptance disappeared like snow in the desert when your daughter told you the news that Mike had asked her to prom.

“Prom, dad. You kn—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But you don’t have—”

“Senior prom, dad. His prom.”

“You’re a sophomore,” you grumbled, your eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Yes, dad, Mike asked me, a sophomore, to go with him, a senior, to his senior prom, which I wouldn’t be able to go to unless I was invited by a senior. Like him. Can you exit psycho dad-mode for three seconds? Can I please go?” Your wife had been right when she said your daughter took after you in many ways, but damn if she didn’t have her eyes. And you were powerless against those.

“Yes, princess,” you sighed softly. “You can go.”

She wrapped her arms around your neck, and for the first time in months you saw a little more of your princess and a little less of the teenage monstrosity she’d grown into over the past few years. Apart from the horrible shrieking in your ear, that was.

“Can you do me one favor, please?”

“Tell me you’re not asking to approve my dress, or whatever?” Ah, there she was again. The monstrosity.

“Take your mother shopping for it. She’d like that.” And, hopefully, she’d come home with something halfway presentable, at least.

The doorbell rang at seven o’clock on the dot. At least Syverson had bothered to teach his boy some manners. He handed another stunning bouquet to your wife — which might have been more impressive if his mother hadn’t owned the flower shop in town — and nervously fidgeted with the box that held a rather beautiful corsage. No doubt also a courtesy of his mom.

“That’s a very nice tux, Mike,” your wife said with a smile in an attempt to diffuse the ever-growing tension in the hallway while you waited for your daughter to finally finish getting ready.

“Thanks, it’s mine,” he answered. “Dad has a ridiculously big family; I have a million cousins… lots of weddings.”

“Hey.” You all turned to the source of the sound; the voice of your daughter standing at the top of the stairs.

“Holy sh—” Mike cleared his throat — smart move. “Wow. You look… wow.” He rushed towards her to help her down the last few steps of the stairs.

“You look good too,” she said shyly.

“Not next to you, I don’t,” he managed — but barely.

As you watched Mike awkwardly trying to help your daughter with the corsage, memories of your own prom came flooding back to you, and you couldn’t fight a smile off your face. It wasn’t for lack of trying, of course, but the sight of them was simply too… adorable to stay mad about. Next to you, your wife grabbed your hand and squeezed it. She had tears in her eyes, you noticed, when she rushed past you to get the camera.

“Mom. Mom, stop. You took like four thousand pictures already, it’s enough. Enough! Please, let us leave, we’re going to miss the whole thing… Mom! Dad, tell mom she’s being insane!” Finally, you weren’t the one who was considered insane!

“I think that’s plenty, darling,” you said as you pulled your wife back and put a hand on the camera to get her to lower it. “Get out, you two, I only have so much to say around here. Have fun… but not too much fun.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” your wife added.

You rolled your eyes. “Like that narrows it down.”

“Dad!” your daughter shrieked before pulling Mike towards the door.

Your wife had successfully convinced you that going to bed early would be best. You needed a distraction, after all, and if she was so kind to offer to provide you with one, who were you to refuse her?

It was nearly midnight when you woke up with her curled up next to you, to the sound of footsteps on the stairs. A set of footsteps too many, that was.

“August, don’t,” you heard next to you when you attempted to get out of bed to put a stop to these shenanigans immediately. What did she mean ‘don’t’? You were just supposed to let them… “If it weren’t for you, I’d have let him stay over the first time she asked. Going in there, guns blazing, is not going to make this go away. They’ll find another place. Another time. And I meant what I said about the backseat of that car… If you have any faith in the way we raised our daughter, then trust her.”

Falling asleep again was hard, but nowhere near as hard as not throwing Mike down the stairs when you ran into him a few hours later, when he was on his way to the bathroom.

“I’m dead, aren’t I?’

You took a deep, shaky breath to steady yourself before speaking. “We’ll talk about that over breakfast. I can and will promise you right now, that you’ll be in some real trouble if you sneak out before then.”

“Coffee?” you grumbled when your daughter appeared in the kitchen the following morning, freshly showered, with Mike walking a step behind her.

“Yeah. Thanks,” she whispered as she sat down as far away from you as possible. You looked at the two trembling teens in front of you and realized your wife had been right — yet again — when she had said that if you handled this wrong, they’d never come to you if they were in trouble. Ever.

“It’s been brought to my attention that I may have been a bit… overbearing,” you said, ignoring the eyerolls from both your wife and your daughter. Mike just stared at the table. “And I’m sorry.”

You sighed as three jaws dropped in complete and utter bewilderment. “That being said… The two of you still broke the rules, and he stayed here without permission, which means you, young lady, will be grounded for a week,” you said, watching your daughter grab Mike’s arm. She looked hurt… “Starting tomorrow.” The two exchanged a surprised look and finally smiled.

“Does he have to leave?” she asked carefully.

“No, princess,” you said softly, “he doesn’t.”

“Where’s that ruthless jerk I married?” Your wife wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close while you let out a deep sigh.

“He said ‘I do’,” you grumbled. “And he had a daughter.”

“Daddy?” Your daughter’s voice was soft and small. The hurt in it crushed you, although you had to admit you were relieved to have confirmation that Mike was upstairs in your shower all by himself, if you were honest. “Are you mad at me?”

You reached for her, and she hugged you — almost like she used to. “No, princess, I could never be mad at you.”

“I’m still your—”

“I know,” you whispered.

“Are you mad at Mike?” Her voice got even lower than before, and she avoided your eyes.

“No,” you answered truthfully. “Unless he hurt you in any kind of way, in which case he’s a dead man.”

“Did you forget you forced self defense classes on me until I was a black belt?” she laughed, wiping away the single tear that had escaped her eye.

“That’s my girl.” You couldn’t have fought back the grin if you’d tried.

Your daughter wrestled herself out of your embrace and made her way towards the hallway again, turning around in the doorway. “Ehm, does the door still have to stay open?” she asked innocently.

“I think we’re past that point,” your wife answered, ignoring your exasperated sigh.

“I’m proud of you,” she whispered as your daughter sprinted up the stairs.

“Does she know you’re here?” It didn’t take you two guesses to figure out why he was at your door. You actually remembered the moment you knocked on the door of your then-hopefully-soon-to-be-in-laws all too well.

“She does,” he answered, thanking you quickly as you impatiently gestured at him to come in. It was cold out, and money didn’t grow on trees…

“Does she know why?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not here to ask for your permission, if that’s what you’re getting at,” he said with a smirk that brought out some residual feelings of wanting to smack him. “I’m actually looking for Mrs. Walker.”

“You’re right not to,” you admitted. “She’d kill you.”

“It’s a bit of a catch-22.” He laughed. “My dad will kill me if I don’t ask, so…”

“So it’s a matter of who you’d rather be murdered by.”

“I think I’ll take my chances with my old man,” he said. “At least he’s not related to you.”

Smart man.

You followed him into the living room, where you found your wife with her nose in the book she hadn’t put down for hours. As soon as Mike walked in, she slammed it shut and put it away.

“Michael, can I help you?” she said in an unusually quirky tone, with an unusually happy smile on her face.

“I think so, yeah,” he stammered. Those nerves were finally kicking in, huh? Good. “I… Eh… She told me something about a ring… eh… her, eh…”

“Her grandmother’s engagement ring?” she helped him along gently.

He nodded furiously. “Yeah. She said that, eh… When the time came, she’d eh… She’d like to wear it. If that’s alright with you, of course.”

“God, Mike, I think I’ve never seen you more scared of me than of August,” she laughed, and you gladly joined her, leaving the poor boy standing there with bright red ears and an uneasy smile.

“First time for everything, right?”

Over the years, you’d been subjected to many a feminist lecture on outdated patriarchal values and whatnot, so it had come as quite the surprise to you when your daughter had come to you, asking you if you’d walk her down the aisle. Now that you were standing here, with her to your left, squeezing your arm so tight you feared it would result in lasting damage, you wished you’d declined, so that you’d just have been able to sit quietly next to your wife, instead of being here with no prayer of getting a handle on your own nerves.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice taunting but with an obvious shakiness to it.

“You’re one to talk, princess,” you retorted, “I can barely feel my fingers.”

She relaxed her grip on your arm a bit, chuckling softly. “Will you behave?”

“Me? Always.”

As far as you were concerned, the walk could have lasted forever. You knew it had to end, and it did — way too soon — and all that was left for you to do was…

“I love you, daddy,” she whispered before you managed to move.

“And I love you, princess,” you replied softly. “Always.”

Then, you finally placed her hand in Mike’s. “She’s your problem now, son. And I have a very strict no-return-policy.”

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