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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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The dutiful Wife

AU MASTERLIST

Part 1

Summary: You navigate your new life as married to the new boss who has an incredible breeding kink

Pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: DARK, misogynistic behaviour, mob bussiness, age gap (Lloyd’s late thirties, reader is mid-twenties), dub-con, unprotected rough sex, (don’t be silly wrap your willy), little fingering, degradation, mocking, cursing, pet names, breeding kink, marriage kink, slight cumplay and eating, might miss some warnings.

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.2 k

Notes: Here I am, not being able to do one shot no more AJAJAJA and I did really want to write more about this mannnn. Inspired by the amazing @lifeissomethingelse

“Are you pregnant yet?” “Did you drain my cock today?” “Let's both stick to what we are good at right, Angel?”.

You fixed the collar of your dressing shirt as you walked down the stairs, you missed the feeling of the suit against your skin. You got to the first floor of the manor, ready to ask your personal driver to bring your car around. You walked by the home office, knowing Lloyd was there but trying to pass by unnoticed

It didn’t work

“What do you think you’re doing?” you stopped in your tracks to look back at your “husband”, bag and cellphone in hand, stilettos in your feet and dressed in a tailored chanel suit

“It’s my first day back at work” you explain simply, walking back to him, entering the study. He was accompanied by Ari, August and Bucky, and they all seemed like they just entered an action movie with a bag of popcorn. Lloyd also looked entertained by you, like you were amusing

“You didn’t ask my permission, wife” he growled, his eyes shiny and his face serious for one second to the next. You snickered like he had said the most amusing thing in the world

“Why would I?” you asked then, raising an eyebrow as you saw his twitch in annoyance

“You aren’t going back to work” he said firmly

“I don’t have to do anything you tell me to” You said defiantly. He walked towards you, but you stood your ground. “I am the youngest female CEO in the industry and I will go back to my office, I will go back to work” you said firmly. You didn’t back down when he walked towards you until you felt his warm breath in your face. With what you’d only describe as a “shit eating grin” he leaned in until his mustache tickles your ear

“The only work you’re gonna be doing is working your hips up and down my fat cock” he whispered in your ear making you feel goosebumps

“You are disgusting,” you said back, feeling flustered and embarrassed. Taking steps back to get away from him

“You are my wife now, and you’ll do as I say” he demanded, “Or you want me to fuck you in front of my men again?” he asked, and that’s when you saw red

You grabbed the first thing you can get your hands on, a crystal base and you threw it against the wall right besides Lloyd’s head

“That was a half a million dollar base” he growled

“That’s what I made in two months, it means nothing to me” you mumbled, and then you walked away from him. He didn’t chase you but somewhat that made you even more nervous. You somehow knew you were going to pay for this.

It was a long drive to the company from your home that was in the outskirts of the city, and while you drove there, you couldn't even imagine what Lloyd was doing

As soon as you walked into one of the biggest buildings in the city, you were received with the news that the board itself had reunited, and was summoning you. Could it be?

You took the elevator to the very last floor, to the main conference room, and there they were, the board of the company. All old men.

After unpleasant greeting, you stood in front of all of them like you were on trial, and you were

“We have decided to fire you as a CEO of Marvel Co.” said Ross

“On what grounds?” you asked then, your knee shaking under you.

“We fear that you don’t have the best interest of the company at heart, and the majority of the shareholders had decided towards your termination” the mayor shareholder had been your father, which means….

“I'm also a mayor shareholder” you fighted

“This was a unanimous decision” they sentenced

You walked into your office to find Lloyd seated on your desk

“What are you doing here?” you whined, cleaning the tears that threatened to fall

“I told you” he said dangerously, standing, looking straight at you, “You weren’t going to work anymore”

“So you used your shares to have me fired?” you asked, a single tear finally fell down your cheek, he pouted at you, mockingly

“Don’t cry wifey” he said condescently, “I told you you have enough work at home”

“Fuck you” you snapped, walking towards him and your desk, to grab your things. Today had been the most humiliating day you’d ever had in your life, you tried to concentrate on grabbing your pencils and knick knacks, until you felt him at your back, grabbing your hips. You drop everything when he turned you around to face him, you couldn’t even look him in the eye

“You'll do as I say” he demanded, searching for your gaze but you avoided him. And you felt trapped, not only physically but if you backed down now, he was going to end up controlling every aspect of your life, and you didn’t want that to happen, but also, you didn’t quite know how to stop him

“What if I don’t want to?” you whispered

“It pretty much ends up like this” he said, pleased with the situation and himself, “what is it with you and desks, uh?”

“Lloyd wait” you pleaded but he didn’t hear you as he grabbed your ass and made you sit on the edge of the desk, he spread your thighs opening you up for him. The skirt of your suit hunching up around your waist

“No more waiting” he rasped against your ear as he opened up his fly. He growled when he felt your panties, “What the fuck did I said?” he demanded, looking at you with a look that made you squirm

“No underwear” you muttered, but you couldn’t do it, it was improper, what if somebody saw? you squealed when he ripped your panties in one harsh movement, burning the insides of your thighs

“Bad wife” he was so indignant he almost spat in your mouth, grabbing your jaw making you look into his eyes while he split you open with his fat cock. You whimpered because you weren’t quite prepared, but the pleasure outran the pain making you moan and squirm, unconsciously trying to get out of his hold, but he only grabbed your hip and push you back towards him, impaling you further, making you whimper

“I told you” he threatened, “I’m going to keep you bred all the fucking time” he started pounding into you roghly but slowly, made you feel every inch of his cock. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned loudly. You thanked the heavens that the walls of your office were soundproof. “You have enough work at home” he chuckled against your ear

“I don’t want that” you managed to moan, “please”

“Your only work now is to please me, and what please me is to ruin you” he grabbed you by the neck and pushed you down until you were totally against your glass desk, and he over you, looking down at you and drilling into you roughly, moving the desk and everything on it. Pounding into you roughly your skin slapping against his. You felt your orgasm quickly building

“We have to make this quick” he mocked, “Somebody could walk in any second now” you squealed in surprise when you felt his finger finding your clit and rubbing it furiously. YOu whimpered and twisted under him, feeling so overwhelmed by the amazing pleasure, feeling a tension building in your lower belly, and then, you just let go…

You squirted, you had never done that before and you were terrified, open your eyes to look at Lloyd, who, contrary to your believe, was looking like he won the lottery

“Who knew you had this in you wifey” he mocked, he kept pounding into you until he cum, staying deep inside you, cumming deep in your belly.

You had to walk out of your office under the gaze of everyone in there, they all clearly knew what was happening there and you couldn’t help but look down as Lloyd pushed you down the hall with a sad box of your office belongings and his cum dripping down your thighs.

You get into the black SUV alongside Lloyd, you tried to avoid at all costs, curlining yourself up against the door on the other side

“Are you mad wifey?” he mocked, you only whimpered, wanting to cry, “You’ll see that you’ll find your new job more pleasant and fulfilling”

“Ok” you just mumbled, not wanting to engage with him leaning into the glass of the car’s door. You felt watched but not only by Lloyd, you looked forward and you saw the stormy look of Ari looking back at you through the rearview mirror. So you cleaned the tears as they left your eyes and tried to look away, feeling embarrassed and watched.

He threw you gently over the bed, you bounced on the mattress, your eyes not leaving his looming form.

“I see that you are having trouble adjusting to your new reality,” he said, taking off his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest and arms. You looked at him and couldn’t hide the hunger in your eyes. It would be lying if you say you didn’t desired him

“I want to go to work” your protested, at this point you thought you did it only to provoke him further

“You want to work? I’ll give you work, I’m going to give you my baby to keep you busy” He grabbed your skirt and pull it off of you, he already kidnapped your panties so suddenly you were naked for the waist down, and then he ripped your silk dressing shirt off of you, and then your bra, leaving you naked under him

“I’m going to stuff you silly” he threatened, “until the only thing in your brain is me and my cum” you moaned spreading your legs for him under his wide smile

“Lloyd” you called, and that was enough for him to dive into you, he didn't even take his pants off but he did open his fly fast and desperate to have you, to possess you. You brought him towards you kissing him roughly, the anger and hate you felt towards him morphing into lust and desire, and nothing was better than a good hate fuck.

He entered his digits in your weeping pussy, testing how wet you were and he smiled wickedly at you

“Do you get turn on by your baby daddy degrading you? uh?” you nodded, grinding your hips on his hand, begging for more friction, “You dumb cumslut” his filthy wods made you even more needy and wet

“Yes” you begged, “Only for you daddy” you moaned wantonly, grinding even harder, he fingered you roughly, while his thumb caressed your clit making you shriek in pleasure. “Please”

“Please what?” he mocked

“Please daddy give me your babies” you whined. Almost reaching your climax, he stopped, making you whimper

“You are cumming around my cock” he said, pleased, and waiting no longer he retrieved his fingers to be quickly replaced by his thick cock. He split you open in one long thrust and you wondered if you were ever going to get accustomed to his thick shaft, it was always a stretch, “You are going to drain me?”

“Yes” you moaned when the tip of him reached your cervix. Your eyes turned to the back of your head when he retreaded and thrusted into you again, making you whimper

“I’m going to fuck my cum deep into your belly”

“Do it” you invited him, grabbing him by the back of his neck and drawing him back to kiss him. His mustache tickled you and you moaned when you remembered how good it felt when he rubbed you raw with it while he ate your pussy.

He fucked into you so roughly the bed moved back and forth, the bedframe hitting the wall so hard you thought he wa going to break, and maybe it did, but you wouldn’t know becaue you were so lost in the pelsure of havin hit your g spot over and over again you lost your mind.

“My pretty little cumdump” he growled against your mouth, “are you going to make me a daddy?”

“Yes!”

“You sure?”

“Yes please Lloyd” your legs wrapped around his waist trapping him against you

“Fuck!” he screamed, just as you reached your climax he did his, his seed painting your inner walls and warming your womb. He stood still looking down at you. With little lighting his looming figure was scary and intimidating, you felt small trapped under him and between his arms, he was still inside you, and it made you whimper. After a short minutes he retrieved himself from you, the empty and stickiness he left behind mde you whine

“Silly little wife, look at this mess” he cooed, you tried to shrink under his heated gaze, looking at his cum dripping down your weeping hole. “You have to keep it inside you dumb whore” you whined in potest as he pushed back inside you all his seed with his fingers and afterwards he close your legs tightly as a way to keep it inside you

“It’s too much” you protested, he only smiled wickedly as he could even see a swell in your lower belly, he leaned in, stuffing his dirty fingers in your mouth, you moaned as you sucked on his fingers leaving them clean. He then slapped your fuck out face.

“Look at you” he mocked, pleased with himself, “your brain melted by all that cum”

“Lloyd” you called, feeling the need for an aftercare, wanted to be held by him, but he only dressed himself, fixing his pants and putting his shirt back on

“I don't want you wearing more suits around the house” he said, mocking, “only skirts and dresses, no underwear” he grabbed you by the jaw and made you look at him, “Is that clear?”

“Yes husband” you muttered, and he was pleased, releasing you

“I have work to do” he threw at you, “I’ll be back and I expect dinner at 8 and set the table for 6” and just like that he left you alone.

With a lonely whimper you stood up, having trouble walking towards the bathroom but you did. You cleaned yourself up taking a long shower

You looked down at the set table looking for any imperfections. In the manor you had many maids and cooks who did it all for you, but still you made sure everything was perfect.

Just in time Lloyd entered the dining room, followed by Andy, August, Nick and Steve Rogers

He grabbed you softly by the neck and kissed you as a greeting.

“Hello wife, everything looks great” he purred against your lips

“Thank you” you whispered, smiling softly. You looked at your guests and greeted them as well, just Andy came close to you to give you a short kiss on your cheek

“Marriage looks good on you” he winked and then turned to take his place on the table. Lloyd of course sat at the head, and you on his right side, and the rest sat all around you.

They started talking about businesses and shipping, you knew that meant drugs and other darker things so you tried not to pay attention, that was until he started talking about overseas cargo

“I don’t know how he did it” Lloyd admitted, and you chuckled because you did knew how your father did it before him, it was a simple but infalible shipping technique. But they all kept quiet and you felt their gaze on you, you looked up at Lloyd scared, and he seemed so angry it made you shiver

“I know how he did it” you explained, and he only raise an eyebrow, “He hid the cargo on barrels of car oil” you whispered, “But now that the DEA knows his hideouts, I would just send it hidden in dust chemicals…” but gasped in surprise when Lloyd grabbed you by the neck

“You wanna work now sweetheart?” he squeezed lightly, clearly upset that you undermined him in front of his men, “Wanna warm my cock for our friends to see?” he asked then, but you shook your head rapidly, looking down at the table

“No husband, m’sorry” you mumbled, and he made a pleased sound looking at the others like he showed them a trick his pet just executed perfectly.

“Silly little wife, are you even pregnant yet?” he asked then, kept teasing you, “She drained my cock twice today already” he told the rest, “Let's both stick to what we are good at, right Angel?”

“Yes, sorry” you muttered, and he released you. You felt the heated gaze of the rest of the men on the table, but chose to ignore it. You knew he was going to be more angry if you just walked out in the middle of dinner, so you just lowered your gaze and played with your food in silence, playing deaf to his snickers and filthy comments on you.

After finishing dessert, Lloyd invited them to the library, where it was custom to drink whiskey and smoke cigars, and you weren’t invited. They all smiled wickedly at you and left you, Lloyd didn’t move, he leaned into you tickling his mustache on your cheek

“Com’ere” he purred. You looked at him scared of him, sitting back at his chair, and patting his thighs, he wanted you to sit on your lap. But before you could, he opened his fly and took out his hard cock, pumping himself lazyly, waiting for you

“Your friends are waiting” you whispered, but he only smiled

“Now, wifey” In a second he made you sat on his lap, with your skirt hunched around your waist and pleased discovering you weren’t wearing any underwear just like he told you to

“Lloyd” you cried, not being able to see him, giving your back to him made it even more enticing as you felt the tip of his fat cock searching your entrance, rubbing itself between your folds.

He placed it on your entrance and then grabbed your hips, making you impale yourself on him, whimpering as you did. You couldn’t hide your moan, and frankly, you didn’t care who might hear it

“I know this turns you on” he growled in your ear, enticing you to move your hips faster, “admit it turns you on to be my housewife” he pushed his hips forwards impaling you, and grabbing your hips making you stay like that, with him deep inside you. You just moaned, wanting to keep riding him. “Say it”

“I like it” you admitted, with all the sorrow of your independent heart, “I do like it” you leaned back until your back was all against his chest and your head against his shoulder you drop a lazy kiss on his cheek due to the angle and he only chuckled

“That’s my wifey” he said, pleased, moving your hips again on top of him. You placed your feet on the ground to have leverage and he moved his hand to place it in your lower belly. He pushed gently, feeling himself deep inside your belly

“Do you feel that?” he asked against your ear. You just managed to moan as you searched for your climax, fucking yourself in him, riding him roughly. Wet sounds filled the room as you grew desperte feeling the climax built inside you

“I’m going to fuck you dumb into my perfect little wife and mommy”

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jmdbjk · 18 days

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Wow.

I can't leave to enjoy a few days vacation without the world falling apart?

Hybe vs. Min HeeJin. Not on anyone's bingo card this year. I have not caught up on everything but who tipped off Hybe about her dastardly plans? The timing of it all... and her little extemporaneous skit she did for a press conference was perhaps part of her plan to turn public opinion in her favor? She claims to have invented kpop or at least made it what it is today but out the other side of her mouth says she hates idol culture?

Hybe's not here to play, they will not be nice. I see no benefit to her for showing us the not so pretty side of the idol industry. Maybe that's her problem, she can't see what she's doing because she's too far into it. Thirty years in the business will make you lose your objectivity. She has no idea she is coming across as a greedy, spoiled, entitled, manipulative, narcissistic, emotional female in a male dominated industry. Basically a nut case.

The lady had a tremendous opportunity to perhaps take ownership of her company in due time, become a great example for female leadership in a country where corporate culture is steeped in chaebolism. Instead she squandered that and thinks she will come out on top. Did she miss the Hybe vs. SM Entertainment episode from last year?

Anyway.

RM's new album! RPWP!

The Monochrome pop up store is doing well!

Jin will be back after 6 Fridays!

In other news. I went to Las Vegas. This is what I saw:

The Bellagio Fountains. They're huge. The Bellagio is SWANK. I looked for Jimin in Dior and Tiffany, Hobi in the Louis Vuitton store, Namjoon in the Bottega Veneta store, but none of them were in there. There was no Calvin Klein store.

When Hobi, JK and Tae were there watching the fountains dance to Dynamite, they were standing here:

Passed by Allegiant Stadium a few times. It's huge.

Drove out to Seven Magic Mountains. I am happy to report the lowest boulders had no writing or graffiti. They were amazingly huge as you can see.

Joon's pic of the above rocks:

Went to AREA 15 and it was HUGE and amazing! It's impossible to show everything that its about, there are multiple buildings and installations and activities, gift shops, bars, etc. We went into the Omega Mart (mega art) experience which led to a maze of fantastically created chambers, each different from the last one, all pulsing with animated lights, texture walls, ceilings and floors.

And ate at Hobak Korean BBQ. We couldn't find out which tables the members of BTS sat at but I got a pic of the Butter album they all signed. There were other autographs from other famous Korean celebs but the BTS signatures were displayed in a more prominent place on the wall.

We also scoped out The Sphere. Also HUGE. The concert space is arena sized. I don't know who was playing there that night but the parking lot was filling up.

We also walked the Strip.

The Fremont Street Experience. That's an animated video screen overhead with ziplines running through the length of it. It's two blocks of casinos, restaurants and gift shops. People are also doing busking and shows at street level.

Hoover Dam, view of the dam from the highway bridge and view of the highway bridge from the dam. Spent a few minutes on the Arizona side.

Hiked in the desert. Saw cactus and wildlife. Drank a lot of water.

Drove to the Mojave Desert Preserve in California just to say we did.

We hated leaving. It was a fun trip. But damn, I have so much stuff to catch up on now. Hiatus my ass.

If Vegas is on the BTS comeback tour I promise I will be there this time.

We gambled at the airport on our way out. The slot machines were next to our gate. And in the baggage claim area. But as you can see, its not just about gambling there.

In case you didn't get it, everything in Vegas is HUUUGGE and FARRRR. Walk a lot, spend a lot of money.

Overall, Las Vegas was clean, the people were extremely friendly and welcoming of course, they might be teaching hospitality as a school subject there, I don't know.

#what happens in vegas stays in vegas #until i post all my pics here #so regretful that i didnt go to ptd in vegas #we also unknowingly drove past the millenium dance center #where bts rehearsed while in las vegas

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zillasvilla · 1 month

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Beyond the lights

Chapter Six: Non-disclosure Agreement

Pairings: Jey Uso x Black!Original Character.

Summary: Let’s just say Soraya’s day started out fine, got better only for shit to hit the fan.

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors DNI : use of foul language.

A/N: I use the same tag-list for all of my works.

Song: Megan Stallion x NDA

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since the release of Conceited. Soraya had sent the rap industry in an uproar over her debut to the hip-hop industry. It had also been a month since she last saw her man. She knew with the Royal Rumble coming up, he would be busier than normal. Although the recent praise she has been receiving comes to a standstill.

Soraya sat with her manager and lawyer in a meeting room. A Death Row Records conference area to be exact. Their counselors were present, along with them, and someone she was hoping she would never see again.

“My artist here is prepared to sign a non-disclosure agreement to never speak of her or their relationship in a negative light if she agrees to produce and compose his music.”

She lets out a surprised chuckle, confusing not only her team, but the men across from her.

“What’s so funny?”

She waves her hand amid her laugh. They were seeking to negotiate his career, and she thought it was laughable. He honestly thought she was going to write his music, let alone produce for him again? He has another thing coming. Soraya quieted herself down, wiping the lone tear that dripped down her face.

“Whew,” she exhales out with a smile. She turns to him, showing him an ounce of attention he’d been wanting since the minute she arrived. “Need I remind you? We signed an NDA two years ago.”

At the mention of the NDA, her manager pulled out several of the original documents they both signed, including the signatures of the advocates present at the time as witnesses.

“NDAs carry a statute of limitations them.” His attorney indicates, skimming through the various pages.

“That is correct. However, this one does not.” Naraya, her manager, speaks. Before his counselors could object, his mush mouth looking self spoke.

“You think you're the shit, huh bitch?” He stares her down, trying to intimidate her. She wasn’t budging, she turns to her advocate, while he whispers in her ear. She nods and rises up, collecting her things. Dame watches with a sneer. Soraya pulled out her phone, a slight grin forming on her face.

Jey 💙: Flight lands in a few hours.

Naraya continues, emphasizing the critical sections. “If you read section four, subsection b, it states that the business arrangement is void if he belittles or refuses to clear her name. If I can recall, two years ago, she received backlash from his fans and several others when he referred to her as a mistress.”

My place or yours.

Dame frowns, seeing the smile on her face. The same smile she gave him when they first got together. “No one belittled this bitch name. She did that herself by taking down my catalogue.”

”What my client is trying to express…“

It had turned into a battle of the counselors, everybody speaking over each other, until Naraya stood up and replayed his interview with Roxanne Wethers on the conference television. They fixate on the screen as he calls Soraya a deranged fan who took his act of kindness too far. Stamping her as the mistress. Soraya tunes out the rest of the conversation. Bouncing on her legs lightly, watching the three messages dance across her screen.

Jey 💙: surprise. Be ready at 8.

Soraya could feel him walking towards her: something she learned out of fear while being with him. He pauses a few feet away. A slight scowl etched on his face. She wasn’t afraid of him anymore; it was all behind her, and it was going to stay that way. Soraya needed to cut all connections with him.

“Weak ass bitch.” He initiates. Her eyes roll, glancing down into her purse, cutting him off while clutching object in her fist.

“We’re not doing this back and forth. I have shit to do, and you’re not fuckin’ my day up.”

“Tough shit.” He sizes her up, knowing the minute he called her out ther name, she would get riled up, and act out. Soraya was unfazed by his intimidation tactics.

“Dame, I think you forgot about the real reason we signed those NDAs.” Everybody is confused, but the way Dame’s face sank had her eyebrows arched into a knowing smirk. She brings the object between her fingers, a black, and red USB drive.

Dame was glaring her down, knowing what was on the thumb drive. He gets a step closer. She kisses her teeth and takes a step back. “We go our separate ways, and you still have a chance at a career.”

Dame, with a tilt of his head, let out a threatening chuckle, his fingers pressing against his bottom lip. “You trying to extort me?”

Soraya, with a shrug of her shoulders, drops the USB drive back in her purse and crosses her arms. “You keep my name out of your mouth and I keep yours out of mine, simple as that.”

Their parties are watching the interaction go down, hoping it didn’t escalate. They didn’t have time to deal with assault charges. His team was only worried about reviving his career. She just wanted this to be finished. A slow lick of his lips, and a nod of his head. He stares at her, seeing the icy stare in her eyes.

“Okay.”

She claps her hands together. “Excellent, we're done here.”

He watches her and her team leave. He was starting to think she was bluffing. However, he wasn’t about to test that theory just yet.

Soraya rushed into her home, tossing her shoes in the closet next to her door. She frowned at the messiness of her living area. She didn’t have time to clean like she wanted to. Soraya settled for putting everything back in place. The knock on the door had her anxious. Glancing at the time on the clock above her fireplace read three-thirty. She realized it wasn’t Jey. The hammer was relentless. Taking slow steps to the door, she opened it.

A look of annoyance plaster on her face. She leaves the door open and steps away to finish cleaning.

“Oi! Is that any way to treat your siblings?” Her oldest brother, Zyaire, expresses, leading the pack of them in the home.

“You could’ve called.” Soraya states, finally turning to peer at them.

“Oh, so you can send it to voicemail again. We gotta pop up.” Zyaire wanders up to her, tugging her into a tight hug. She softens in his embrace, hugging him back. Growing up, he always gave the best hug, and knew when to give them.

“I’m busy.” She mutters, pushing him back. He snickers and pats his chest. He takes a seat on her couch.

“You’re constantly busy.” Shiloh, her older sister, tells her, sitting next to her Zyaire. The two of them were well into their late thirties and looked amazing for their age. She had hoped to look just as good as them when she aged. It didn’t make it any easier when her twin brothers were born, well into their early thirties and looking like they were teenagers.

“She is a platinum recording artist.” Duke, one twin, speaks, his head stuffed in her fridge.

“Don’t forget, she’s a dancer, writer, and producer.” Dennis adds, in the kitchen right along with his twin, raiding her pantry. She had hoped they would leave Jey’s snacks that hid in the back alone. She bought them for him.

” Baby sis, stay busy.” Zyaire stares at her. “So who is he?”

Soraya glances at him, confused. “Huh?”

“Huh.” He mocks. “Who is he, Raya?” Zyaire had noted the men’s shoes in a bin next to her couch, the random bottles of cologne on her kitchen island. His sister was seeing someone.

“There is no he..” She starts, unsure if he was serious or just joking.

“She must think we dumb.” Zyaire cuts her off, laughing with the twins. Soraya tucks a lip between her teeth, feeling small under her brother's presence. She loathed communicating to him. He was constantly trying to be somebody’s daddy. Their own dad didn’t speak to them this way.

“Is it Dame?” He frowns at her now. He had hoped it wasn’t him. Zyaire couldn’t stand the nigga, and would rather lay hands on him for how he treated his little sister. Shiloh smacks his shoulder, seeing the overprotective part of him coming out. A part of him she knew all too well.

“What, she let this nigga bitch her out?” The amount of yelling that occurred gave Soraya a headache. She didn’t hear what they said as she raced up the stairs to her room. They could let themselves out, she thought. She goes in her bathroom and shuts the door behind her, locking it before sitting on the wall to clear her mind for a minute.

Soraya cared for her siblings, but sometimes, they could be too much. Especially with the large age difference between them. They were fun, but by the time she was old enough, they were already out of the house and experiencing life. They treated her like a baby. Gentle knocks on the door breaks her trance.

“Raya.”

She frowns, hearing her sister’s voice. “The boys left. Just me.” She stands, opening the door, she turns the light on to her closet. Shiloh watches her walk through the rack of clothes. Soraya was always a perfectionist, and it trailed into her everyday life. Her wardrobe was color-coded and by the season. The blue and white WWE gear stood out like a sore thumb. A small smirk forms on Shiloh’s face.

“It’s Joshua, isn’t it?”

Soraya wondered what gave it away, but it didn’t surprise her, she guessed, without asking questions. After all, she was engaged to his cousin, Joe. She smiles at the thought of the couple's dates with her sister and cousin Trinity. She grabs a dress from a hanger, letting it rest on her body.

“You think this is too much for a date?” She turns to Shiloh, glancing at her. Shiloh has a small smile on her face.

“Yeah, did he say where he was taking you?”

“Nope.” She sighs, tossing the gown somewhere, shocking her sister, as Soraya hated clothes on the floor. “He just said to be ready at 8.”

Shiloh had spent the better part of the day helping her younger sister get ready. Soraya had told her about how they've been together officially for a month now, and it had happened recently.

“So, are you guys going public?”

Soraya, putting on her heels, shakes her head. “No.” She stands up, running her hands through her hair, fluffing out the tight curls.

” Did he agree to that?”

A soft knock came at her door. Looking at the clock, it was eight on the dot. “I’m not ready to tell anyone.” She grabs her phone and purse, leaving her sister to watch her leave. The long trek down the stairs had her anxious. Her hand grasps the doorknob, twisting it open. On the other side, he stood dressed in a white shirt and light-washed distressed jeans. In his hands, he carried a vase of flowers.

“Hi.” she whispers, feeling giddy under his affectionate gaze. She walks closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. His lips press delicately to her cheek, inhaling her expensive scent.

“Hey pretty girl. Are you ready?”

“Mhm. Yes.”

“Hi Jey.” They glanced back, and her sister was standing behind her. “Don't worry. The secret is safe with me.” She lifts her fingers in scout's of honor. “Have her back home in a reasonable hour, yeah?”

Jey laughs lowly with a nod, holding Soraya’s hand in his own. “I got chu.” He leads Soraya out to his truck. Opening the passenger side for, he leans down. “You look sexy tonight, mamas.”

Soraya appreciated her deeper complexion, any brighter, and you would see the warm flush of her cheeks turning red. He plants a brief peck on her lips. The door slamming shut as he went to his side.

The ride was short, but agonizing. His large hand resting on her thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into her skin. The powerful scent of wood and musk filled her nose, making her eyes roll at how the smell suited him. His new mullet hairstyle shaped his head perfectly, stopping at the base of his collar. The black strands of hair curling wildly away from his neck

“Where are you taking me?” She eventually breaks the comfortable silence.

“A surprise.” He keeps it short. He shivers at her nails grazing the skin on his nape. He briefly closes his eyes, exhaling deeply. He puts his focus on the road.

“I don’t do surprises.”

His eyebrow arches in amusement, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze. “You’ll love this one.”

Soraya loved the surprise. His hands were placed on her waist as he guided her to a restaurant that had to be reserved months in advance. She had complained to him about being on the waitlist for just a reservation.

“How do you-How did you do?” She turns to stare at him. A triumphant smirk appeared on his face.

“I pulled a few strings.”

Their table wasn’t ready, so they remained in a secluded section, soothing music playing in the background. Soraya pressed her back against his chest, letting him hug her from behind, pressing tender kisses along the side of her face.

“Missed you so much.” He grumbles, swaying them side to side.

“I missed you more.” Soraya murmurs, turning in his arms. She wraps his arms around his neck, wishing to be buried in his skin, but this would have to do.

” We have to talk about it.”

“About what?” Soraya knew what, she had hoped he would forget about it.

”Us and the privacy of our relationship.”

She struggles to step back, but his grip on her was firm. He dreaded this conversation just as much as she did. They were living on the high of being together, and have yet communicated to each other about what they wanted from each other.

“I don’t want everyone to know.” She mumbles. “At least, not yet.”

He had a hint on why she remained private, and he was okay with that, or he thought he was. “We can at least tell our folks yea?”

The silence between them was thick. On one hand, her sister already knew, and she was bound to spill it to her family, more so because she wasn’t doing it the traditional way. Her Samoan culture refused to let her keep it from family, and she hated she was deep-rooted in her heritage, but embraced the gentle gestures that came with it. She realized it wasn’t fair to force him keep it from his family.

A sharp breath leaves her lips, his coarse hand smoothing up and down her back. Jey’s eyes never left her face, watching the subtle crease in her eyebrows when she took out out her phone. The vivid red lettering caught his eyes.

XL Artist, Dame has released several documents. In those documents, he implicates recording artist Soraya as an associate in his endeavors.

She places her phone back in her bag, not wanting to spoil the night. He could tell her mood was sour. He shifts her to his other side, guiding her to a chair, making her sit. She watches him, confused. Jey, with a slight tug of his jeans to adjust them, sits at one of the many pianos.

His finger glides smoothly over the keys, piecing together a melody of notes, using his skills as a way of distracting her. A soft smile on her face at the hidden talent. She uses her phone to sneak a quick picture before they were seated. Refusing to put any distance between them, He squishes her in the booth, making her giggle.

“No space, huh?”

“Nope. I haven’t seen or touched you for a month.” He leans down next to her ear. “I also can’t do this if I’m on the other side.”

Before she could ask what he meant, his hand closest to her found its way up the white dress she was wearing, fingers treading carefully in uncharted territory. The pads of his fingers teasing along the band of her underwear.

“Jey.” she warns, breathing hitching in her throat at the contact of his fingers drawing back the band to slip his fingers inside her soaked underwear.

He presses his lips to her ear, leaving delicate kisses along the shell. “Are you wet for me?” He murmurs, his tone dangerously deep. An appreciative sigh leaves her own, with a nod. He works her up gradually, moving his fingers in tight circles until her thighs crush his hand.

“So fuckin’ wet, princess.” He sighs, pulling his hand back. She watches him aroused at the way he sucked his fingers clean, wanting his mouth where his fingers were.

The meal was fairly nice. He splurged on the tasting menu, knowing she would have a hard time picking what she wanted to try first. They ate in a comfortable silence, bringing up their likes and dislikes, reminiscing about the moment they almost got together. So into each other, they hadn’t noticed the lack of people in the restaurant.

“What do you want from me?” He asks the question that was burning in the back of his head. He had hoped she could see a future with him. She was it for him and god willing, she would be his wife one day. Soraya, knowing what he was asking, shuffled into her seat. Her hands reached down to grab his own, intertwining their fingers together. “Long-term, short -term, or what do you want?” He questions.

She was surprised by the question. She figured they were together, and in an actual relationship. “I thought we made it official?”

Jey flexes his shoulders back, taking a small sip of the now watered-down coke. “We did.” He shifts around in the booth to lean back and look at her. Her soft brown eyes staring up at him. “We just need to set some expectations.”

She groans. “It’s that conversation.”

“Yes, it’s that conversation.” He chuckles, moving the arm that was holding her hand to rest around her back. His large hand rubbing circles on the bare flesh of her thigh. “I’ll start.” His legs instinctively spread on, allowing her own to drape over his thighs. “I want honest and open communication between us. I just want you to know you can trust and feel protected with me.”

She does. The moment he saved her three years ago, she knew he was a safe space. He was her safe space. He continues on about trust, and honestly, he rambles on making sure he forgot nothing. She places a tender smooch on his mouth, shutting him up. His lips moving against hers in a passionate kiss. Her hands rested on his chest before pushing him back when he tried to deepen the kiss. She needed a a minute to breathe. Just kissing him made her dizzy in the best way possible.

“You’re it for me Joshua.” It was entirely true. If this didn’t work out with him, she was going to stay single for life. She wasn’t going to find anyone like him. He disregards her calling him by his government, liking how it sounds when she said it.

“Good.” He whispers before kissing her again, distracting her from his movement and digging his hand in his pocket. A soft thud hitting the table pulls her back. “I have something for you.”

Soraya peeks at the small brown leather-skin box in his hand. A small smile forms on her face when she grabs it. The box wasn’t new, just new to her. The same box his cousin Joe had given her sister before they made it official. Her fingers smoothed over the flat corners, tracing the patterns of the ridged leather. He watches in anticipation as she opens the box. A surprised gasp leaving her lips.

“Joshua.” She whines.

”Mhm, open it.” He urges with a smile.

Lifting the piece of fabric in the box, her look of surprise turns into a small pout. She runs her fingers along the small white pearls that were woven around the band. It feathered down to the center where a white flower rested on a leather cut-out. In its center was a small blue-lavender moonstone. She realized he must have talked to Joe. He was the only person who knew about her family’s love of pearls and birthstones. A soft sigh leaves her mouth, leaning up to kiss him. He welcomes the kiss. Though, the present may be pointless to some. It was something they shared, being of Samoan culture. The gifting of jewelry to represent the new relationship. Usually, the present from the guy to the girl. There were countless other rules they were skipping. They would deal with the consequences later.

The constant buzzing of their phones frustrated them as they left the restaurant. Hand in hand, they both pull out their phones. His brows arched, confused. He felt her tense, and he didn’t have to look at her to know she was fuming.

Recording artist Soraya, mentioned in a recent court case against the mother of Dame’s child. She says Soraya knew the nature of her relationship with Dame and continued to pursue him. She then retaliated against him when he came out about the true nature of their affair. Hence, her name Fatal, Attraction. It is also said she was the one who fed his addiction, then sent him to rehab as a way of controlling him.

Rap artist Dame has confirmed these allegations with an interview at the breakfast club.” Yeah man, I met her in the studio, told her I had a girl. She didn’t care. I finally broke away from her crazy ass, and she pulled strings to get my catalog removed. Bitch is insane. I pray for anyone who’s tapping that.”

He thought she was bluffing and called her bluff. Don’t worry, she had a surprise for him.

Zilla’s Villagers:

@justazzi @yana3sworld @wrestlingprincess80 @abadbitchblogs @courtninacole @kill-the-artiste @destinio1 @kill-the-artiste @reci1996 @mindairy @jatriciablog @alichesmi @jstarr86 @minsheyaish @wonderingfashion @whatdoeseverybodywant

#jey uso x black!oc #main event jey uso #original character #roman reigns #black oc #black tumblr #fanfic #Jey!uso #He’s about to get it #Let the drama begin

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Why Sunny Side of London Should Not Be The Opener

I've been listening to my recordings from ESNS 24 a bunch (because I don't have any streaming services and currently have my work laptop plugged into my speakers), and what really struck me is – SSOL is Not A Good opener.

A small essay, under the cut, because I still have not learned how to keep my ramblings short and somehow wrote around 800 words. Yeah. I tried not getting too critical, but it does talk about why I think something they're doing does not work, so proceed with caution if that is likely to upset you.

ETA: Added a bit about ESNS and Platosonic

Before we get into this, a bit of info about ESNS and Platosonic: ESNS is a music showcase festival – not a competition, as Bojan claimed, but an event where during the day, music industry people go to conference-style panels and in the evenings/night, "breakout artists" from Europe play showcase sets of 40 minutes. So there's a pretty decent chance there's like, critics and producers and god knows who else from the music industry in the audience.

Platosonic is an event set in the Plato record store (and the neighbouring coffee shop) where artists who also play festival sets play smaller, special sets in a more intimate atmosphere – JO with their half-acoustic set (i.e. Kris was on an acoustic guitar), and another artists from the band AySay played a solo set with her saz, to name two).

Okay, and with the stage set like that, back to the original essay.

I've been thinking about it for a while (ever since first hearing it live, really), that it works better at the end of the set, when they play it as their encore: the crowd is hyped, we've been partying, we've been partying together, and then it's just a release of emotion that feels good.

At the start of the set though? It hasn't worked for me ever since I first heard it live in that spot at Stožice. I put it down as, oh, I don't like this song that much anyway at first, but it's more than that, and the ESNS version really drove that home. They weren't playing to a home crowd there – Bojan remarked upon the familiar faces in the front row, and I got the vibes that he was a little glad, but for the most part, the crowd was pretty dead at first. They hadn't yet won them over. They needed to put the work in.

And SSOL does not put that work in. Instead, it already expects to reap the rewards, but if you don't know this band, and don't know this song, then having the first song suddenly put you on the spot and demand you scream... What for? They haven't yet done anything. They haven't yet played, they haven't yet shown their skill, and yet they demand you cheer for them?

And Bojan clearly recognised that something was off – he yells you guys suck, after the first scream bit, which is relatable but feels jarring and awkward every time I listen to the recording. It's unprofessional: the crowd didn't suck, you just expected adoration and engagement without having built it up.

It reminds me a bit of the Stožice recording. Now of course, Stožice was them playing in front of a literal home crowd, which adds another layer of complexity: a Slovenian crowd for a Slovenian band, and the (rightful) fear that in their bid for international stardom, they would abandon their Slovenian roots.

But it's what we have a professional recording for, and the change between SSOL and Gola is noticeable. Where SSOL has the scream bits that are loud (and imo better mixed in than in the studio version, which is jarring with how suddenly it switches between music and the screaming), Gola has the crowd just getting into it in a way that's missing from SSOL. SSOL feels like the prelude while Gola is the opening.

And, as many problems I have with SSOL, I think it's a decent live song! It's fun, it's easy to sing along to, it's a way for you to let out the emotions that built up... if they've been built up. Which is why I think they're doing themselves and the song a disservice by using it to open. It's a celebration of their fans and the atmosphere at their concerts, but the audience needs to be in that atmosphere. It does not work very well to build that atmosphere because it expects you to already be in that mindset.

And the ESNS set really underscored that. The crowd was silent, because why would they scream? Because the singer asked them to? Why would they? The band hadn't yet done anything except introduce themselves; they hadn't yet put the work in and yet expected to reap the rewards.

There was another bit that fell flat – when Bojan did his usual Anatagaski/Watashi mo spiel – and it was less jarring, but I think he could have done with more confidence there. And I do wonder whether he might have had more confidence if they hadn't started with SSOL.

Because I think they can win "fresh" people over, even with a full set in Slovene (hell, they did it to many of us). I'm pretty sure they won over a good chunk of that crowd. They have charisma, the songs are catchy, their stage presence is fun. But SSOL and demanding audience participation before they've earned it really hurt them.

And of course the Platosonic set the next day was different – smaller, more relaxed, less pressure from "industry people in the audience" – but Bojan seemed way more relaxed and way more in his element there, and if he'd been like that at Maas on Wednesday, and if they hadn't started with SSOL but ended with that, it would have been a much stronger set.

#joker out #bojan cvjeticanin #bojan cvjetićanin #sunny side of london #ssol #essay #at this point I should really consider putting this on AO3 huh #another almsot 800 word essay on JO #jo esns 24 #ESNS 24

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Man Suang press conference [08/08/2023] - part 2

- FOCUS ON: CRITICISM, MISTAKES AND ANTIS -

Criticism and mistakes

Pond: Running a business as a family, I now understand, doesn't always work as intended. Many fans had warned me about this, and even though I do things with love, I have to admit that it led to pain. I couldn't manage everything and take care of the matters properly. Looking back, I realize I shouldn't have been so public about it. I'm someone who always strives to move forward, but after that phase, I acknowledge that I've gained valuable lessons from it. I recognize what I missed, and I embrace that.

One thing I am certain I didn't go wrong with is sincerely loving everyone during that time. I made efforts to shield everyone to the best of my abilities. Now i know that each individual needs to evolve in their unique way.

Pain was experienced by everyone due to that situation, and I've grown from it. I'm prepared to carry on in this industry, having grown in professionalism.

The love within my family remains strong, but i have to choose carefully who to love and manage it well. I still hold the mindset of familial love, but when it comes to business, I intend to operate more professionally.

As for the fans, I deeply apologize for not looking after them as well as I should have. My responsibilities include not only conceptualization but also production and numerous other aspects. This operational aspect has hindered our success and left fans disappointed. We are actively striving to enhance our performance and make improvements and trying to change. Thanks to that problem, that make us improve into the future.

We are grateful for the fans and own them. We must treat them better.

On negative comments

Mile: I don’t care about those. I don’t focus on negative things. Like if a mosquito bites, i don’t slap it. Just let it go and go do something else.

Apo: but i saw that you slapped it *laughs* (lmao apoo)

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Q: we heard you got death threats.

Apo: in my veiw, i have already lived fully worthy. so com'on, i'm not afraid

Mile: *panicks* ahsjsjk

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Apo: We want fans to believe in what we believe, on the way we walk, the happiness that we've sent. I can tell that we don't feel anything at all about those negative comments. We don't even care. Then we really move forward in order to send happiness to everyone, to every place we’ve gone.

Q: don’t you feel sensitive?

Apo: *shakes head*

Q: that's good. Better focus on the result of work.

Apo : yes *nods his head*

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Apo: “Love yourselves a lot. We will take good care of ourselves.” ❤️

Translations by urmysuninnightt, sugarcheenee and jaei524

[Mileapo’s cut with eng subs here]

#this is probably the best speech pond has ever done #very much needed #kinnporsche #mileapo #apo nattawin #mile phakphum #man suang #mileapo movie #ms presscon

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Since E3 is now officially dead, what's your opinion on gaming conventions and their function/place in the industry, etc?

I'm curious about your opinion as someone who works in the game industry and also just a consumer.

Well I'm just a low level employee so I've never gone to big trade shows or conventions / conferences like E3, PAX, or GDC like my bosses or my friends have, my sole experience is with local conventions.

I've never gone to a convention as a visitor either. I've always been an exhibitor in those and man do they get exhausting—it's 3 full days straight of total sensory overload from booming music to gigantic crowds that you can't step away from since you've got to man your booth. That said, these public events are the only ones that will continue on into the future, aside from events like GDC that are more about the trade of game development rather than as marketing for games.

As time passes, I see less and less reasons for closed event trade shows, to be honest. E3's been dead way before this official announcement. As soon as Nintendo pivoted to making their Direct presentations, that was the beginning of the end for E3, since it meant big publishers can stream everything online now while having complete control over the whole show. With E3 being a closed event which essentially relied on game journalists to be their marketing for the public, it was bound to fall behind once social media made following news ever easier.

On the other hand I think conventions still have their place, especially when you show up with a demo. While lining up a bunch of people to go try out your game won't get you nearly as many views as marketing it online, there's just something special to the live interaction (both as part of the audience and as a developer) that builds hype like nothing else does.

Also, the short time between you're allowed in to set up your booth but the visitors aren't allowed in yet is when all the cool perks of being an exhibitor happens. (And the afterparties of course, but those aren't meant to be shared)

One really fond memory I have is back in 2018, Capcom was bringing Devil May Cry 5's demo around the circuit convention, including one I was in. Since I was an exhibitor we were there hours before the audience would be allowed in, which meant that as soon as Capcom finished setting up, DMC5 would be right there without a line.

I put up our posters and laptops as fast as I could and ran on over, only to find two other guys there with one of them already playing the demo. As the first guy finished, clearly an old fan from how quickly they got the hang of Nero, he turned around with this light on his face and said "It's... It's really good!"

And when a series has been gone for ten years with a controversial Western reboot in the middle, it feels so reassuring to see someone who has just as much riding on this as you do tell you it's good while handing you the controller. There's a real spark of magic in that kind of interaction that no Direct can replicate.

I also got to take a selfie with Igarashi of Castlevania fame, hat and all. Fuck yeah.

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Title: Career Day Rating: Gen Pairing: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Adopted Peter Parker, Dead May Parker (sorry not sorry it's for the irondad fluff), Irondad and Spiderson, Fluff, Family Fluff, Identity Reveal Summary: Midtown is hosting a Career Day, and Tony comes to speak as Peter's dad, revealing Peter's identity as his son to Peter's class. Notes: fills square B5 'identity reveal' on my @pparkerbingo card!

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Peter didn’t think anything of it, when he left the papers from school on the kitchen island. It was part of his new routine with Tony and Pepper, they liked to keep up with the goings on at Midtown, and if Peter didn’t immediately leave the papers for them when he got home, he’d forget them in his backpack. He wasn’t sure why the school didn’t just email all the parents and guardians with the latest news and reminders about parent teacher conferences, sciences fairs and band performances, it wasn’t like this was the really old days of dial up and checking your email once a week.

Midtown School of Science and Technology was hosting a career day for the juniors, as collage application deadlines would be upon them sooner than they realized, and had asked for parental volunteers in several different vocations to come and speak. That flier had been in the stack, however Peter didn’t think Tony or Pepper would have the time, but well…

There, in a line of other parents and guardians, sat Tony Stark in all his bespoke suited glory. He had one leg crossed over the other and his hands in his lap, fingers laced. The HUD glasses were perched on his nose, and he was smiling out at the group of awestruck teenagers staring up at him on the auditorium stage. There was a cacophony of excited whispers, too muddled for Peter to catch anything specific.

Next to him, Ned was hitting his arm. “Dude, your da-“

“Ned!” Peter hissed. “You know he’s not-“

“He technically is,” MJ rolled her eyes from the other side of Peter. “Those adoption papers aren’t just for show, loser.”

Peter could feel himself flush and he snapped his mouth closed, slouching down in his seat. It wasn’t that Peter didn’t think of Tony as his dad, but he had only recently gone from calling him ‘Mister Stark’ to ‘Tony’. It wasn’t even until May’s funeral that the man had hugged Peter fully. They weren’t there yet.

They hadn’t made any announcements (nor had Peter really said anything at school, it wasn’t like he went around talking about his family before. Plus, who would he tell?), though they weren’t hiding Peter away. Most everyone at the tower knew, the school knew, of course, as did the Avengers and Peter’s friends. Pepper had also planned a lovely little debut, of sorts, for Peter as their son and heir to Stark Industries at the next Maria Stark Foundation fundraising dinner. Huh, she had said “their son”…Peter smiled to himself. Maybe they were there.

Peter remembered the flier, then, it had asked for volunteers to come speak at “their child’s” school for a career day. That was definitely something parents did.

Principal Morita stepped up to the podium and cleared his throat. “Hello, students,” He waited for the room to hush before continuing. “We have some very accomplished and knowledgeable parents here today to talk to you about different college and career paths in STEM. I expect you to give each of them your full, undivided attention, as what they can tell you will be very valuable for your own futures.”

It was obvious the principal was implying that they needed to pay attention to all the parents and not ignore them because of Tony Stark, and Peter was kind of embarrassed. His classmates were definitely the type to fan-geek out instead of paying attention.

“Without further ado, let’s have our first speaker,” Principal Morita clapped, prompting some applause from the students, as he stepped back to his chair.

The first parent, a woman with dark skin and round glasses, adjusted the height of the mic. “Hello, I’m Rochelle Brown, Abe’s mother,” She was cut off by an excited whoop from a few rows in front of Peter, and laughed. “Hey, son…I’m a doctor specializing in cardiovascular health.”

Peter listened to her talk about med school and the skills and knowledge from non-STEM areas that were important as well. It was overall pretty informative. The next few parents followed the same formula; introduce themselves, as well as whose parent they were, and then talk about their work and college experience.

They went down the line, and the 5th chair held Tony. When it was his turn, he stood and made his way to the podium. “Well, you know who I am,” He flashed them a smile.

Peter noticed it wasn’t his media smile, it was genuine. A warmth spread through his belly at the realization that Tony was there as his dad, not as Tony Stark.

After a small smattering of chuckles from the audience, it went silent, clearly all waiting with baited breath to hear who his kid was.

“And I’m Peter Parker’s dad.”

The warmth in Peter’s belly exploded into a million butterflies and he could feel his cheeks pulled up into a wide smile. That was the first time he had said that. Sure, he called Peter “his kid” all the time, but he said…

Peter couldn’t stop smiling, even as everyone was suddenly turned, looking at him. The whispers were loud, and teachers around the room were trying to hush everyone and get them focused again. Flash could be heard loudly protesting as he was escorted out the doors into the hallway after a rather rude outburst. Peter snorted.

“Yes, yes, new gossip, I know it’s exciting.” Tony drawled, amused. “But I’m here to talk to you about engineering and MIT, the greatest in higher education for a budding young scientist, and I promise I’m only a little biased,” He winked.

Peter watched at Tony captivated a room full of teenagers and adults alike, with tales about building DUM-E at fifteen, and the non-proprietary aspects of engineering the arc reactor. He grinned and laughed at an anecdote about the one armed bot, and then reached into his pocket for his phone. He typed out a text and hit send, knowing Friday would display it on the screen in Tony’s glasses. A second later, his dad looked directly at him and smiled.

thanks for coming to speak, dad

#pparkerbingo23 #peter parker #irondad and spiderson #irondad #irondad fic #marvel fanfic #starksvinyls fic

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fxntxsix · 2 years

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The Agreement (Austin Butler x Producer!Reader)

Okiiii here we go - my first smut. This was an experience whew. Okay, a few things. Firstly, I’ve chosen to fuck around with the age timeline here a bit. So, although I don’t mention it directly Austin is 30 here. Also, this has the potential to have a few more parts, not many, but a few so let me know if you’d be interested. Ans yes, yes I do suck at making GIFs but it is what it is. I need to extend my gratitude to @eu-whoria for all the smut writing tips thank yewwwww. Also, special mention to @presleysnotes my new bestie, here’s your homework reward.

Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle lmao. Other than that let me know if I’ve made any grammatical errors or any of that. And my requests are always open!

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT NUT!!! swearing, smoking, drinking, sub!Austin x dom!reader, morally grey subject matter, tiny bit of blood, handcuffs, blindfold, mentions of Brad Pitt (I think that’s it please let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 3806

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Austin knew it was wrong, but he had been desperate. After dedicating basically his entire life to acting and still not catching a big break, he felt helpless. So, he did whatever it took to propel his career to stardom. He knew he was talented, hardworking and attractive, he just needed the right connection. It just so happened that you were that right connection.

Three years after your initial meeting, he was finally posing on the Cannes red carpet for the ‘Elvis’ premier. With you next to him.

Three Years Ago

It had been a long and gruelling day for you and it was only 5:30 in the evening. As a producer at Warner Bros., you spent the majority of your days in meetings with old men (they preferred the term ‘investors’ apparently) who thought you were nothing more than a pretty face although you had proven them wrong repeatedly by putting out blockbuster after blockbuster. You were a businesswoman, one at the top of her fucking game.

Today, you had spent the last two hours in a conference room trying to work through details for an upcoming Elvis biopic. The project had been approved by the higher ups and you were given free reign for the creative as well as business decisions for the film. But the ‘investors’ were under a misguided impression that they had a say in any of these decisions. The only thing they had agreed on so far was the involvement of Baz Luhrmann as the director. Other than that, all your ideas for the script, cast, crew, promo structure etc. were met with push back and bogus objections.

Your patience and sanity were hanging by a thread so naturally you lost it when your secretary decided to barge in and let you know that you were getting late for a social appointment, “Goddamn it, Jack! How many times have I told you not to disturb me during a meeting unless someone was fucking dying. Get out of my sight before I throw something at you.”

Okay so you had a temper, but you had earned it. You had worked your ass of since you were 19 to reach where you were. It paid off too, you were Warner Bros.’ youngest producer at only 26. Anyway, as Jack scurried out of the room you decided to remind the ‘investors’ who was really in charge.

You put your hands on the conference table to lean forward and say very quietly, “Now, I want to make sure everyone understands this - I don’t give a rat’s ass about who you are or how you reached this table but I know my job better than anyone else in this industry. I make the decisions here, not you. Everything I tell you from here on out about this project is just me being courteous and it is most definitely not up for two hour long discussions. Is that fucking clear?”

You stared them down as some of them slowly gulped and others nodded their heads. You straightened up and walked out of the room, oozing with confidence. When you got closer to your office, you caught site of Jack sniffling and dabbing his eyes. You rolled your eyes at the unprofessional display of sensitivity. I mean you weren’t even that mean.

“Make sure the car is ready to leave in 20 and for God’s sake clean yourself up.”

Being one of the most influential people at Warner Bros. came with a few advantages. Such as having a stretch limo at your disposal, an en suite bathroom in your office and also a personal stylist made available to you for social events like the one you were currently headed to. Your stylist, Marie, was more like you in the sense that she was one of the few capable people around who knew their job and stuck to it. This helped create a bond between the two of you, despite an age gap of almost a decade. Tonight, she chose to put you in a dress that made you feel so confident that you remember thinking to yourself, “Woah, I’d fuck me.”

Today’s social event was less of an ‘event’ and more of a party being hosted by your dear friend, Brad Pitt. He was currently in the pre-production phase of the new Quentin Tarantino film, a role he got after he asked you to call up Quentin and make a recommendation. It was just simple business.

When you finally reached his house and rung the bell, the door swung open to a slightly wobbly Brad, “Y/NNNNN! So glad you could make it. Come on in, I’ve got some people who’ve been dying to meet ya.” So, he took you around the room and introduced you as ‘the big shot producer.’ You watched people’s expression change from disinterest to admiration.

It was common for people to change their behaviour around you in the hopes that you would take notice and cast them in one of your films. Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the special treatment. It made you feel powerful and in control.

“You’re an awful host, Pitt. I’ve been here for like 20 minutes now and you haven’t even offered me a drink, yet. I am seriously not in the mood for anymore work talk for the rest of the night. It’s been a long day as it is.”

“Oh shit, sorry, my bad. But you just gotta meet one last person then you can get as wasted as you want. Y/N this kid’s work ethic is fucking insane and he has so much raw talent. He got me kinda jealous for a minute but I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him. He’s gonna be working on the new Quentin Tarantino.” His eyes scanned the room for only a second before raising his hand and yelling, “Yo Butler! Austin! Come here a second.”

You watched the head of jet black hair perk up and turn around. The closer he came, the more you realised that you had never seen a man as beautiful as him. He belonged in a fucking art museum. But, you had a reputation to maintain, so instead of blushing when you made eye contact with his electric blue eyes, you stood up with you head high. You made sure your dress was fanned out to show the thigh high slit and arched your back just a little to do your boobs a favour.

“Mr. Pitt,” he gave Brad a firm handshake, “Fantastic party, sir.”

In that moment, you were sure you had experienced your first ever eargasm.

“How many times do I gotta tell ya to just call me ‘Brad.’ Anyway, it’s alright you’ll get it right someday.” You watched the brunette’s eyes sparkle like a fucking Disney prince when he smiled at Brad’s comment. “I’d like to introduce you to Y/N L/N. She’s the producer at Warner and I believe she’s had a long day so get her a drink, kid.”

You had extended your hand for a handshake but he tenderly brought your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles - all gentlemen like, “Austin Butler. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” Something absolutely feral stirred in you at the title he had used.

You were quick to pull your hand back and say, “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

His cheeks flushed with the most enchanting blush you had ever seen. Your mind immediately thought about how that pretty pink colour would probably extend to his chest as you ride hi-

“What would you like to drink?” You could have imagined it, but you thought you saw his eyes flick down to your wine coloured lips for a brief moment. Once you told him what you wanted, he walked away from you to get it and you found yourself ogling his ass in those dress pants. As he walked back to you with the drinks in his hand, you could feel his eyes drinking you in from head to toe and this time you knew you hadn’t imagined it.

After a few minutes of small talk and drinking you could finally feel the stress of the day catching up with you and the knots in you shoulder screamed for a cigarette. “I’m just going to step out for a quick smoke,” you announced.

“Let me get you another drink and I’ll join you...i-if that’s okay I mean?” he fumbled over his words. You nodded your head to indicate that it was, in fact, okay.

You slipped out into the empty balcony and opened your clutch finding your cigarette pack. You took one out and put it between your lips and started looking for a lighter but you couldn’t see it. For fuck’s sake, you were going to strangle Jack, he was responsible for prepping your clutch.

Just when you were about to give up, you heard a click and looked up. Austin stood in front of you with his lighter flared up and said in his velvety low voice, “Allow me, ma’am.” So you took a step closer to him, perhaps closer than you need to be, and leaned in cupping the flame with your hand as you stayed still for a second to let the tip of the cigarette catch the flame. Then, you took a long drag and tilted your head up so that you would exhale the smoke right at him.

You heard his breath get caught in his chest. You smirked to yourself and it was only when you walked away that he exhaled. You leaned over the railing with your drink and cigarette in hand as Austin lit up his own cigarette. He walked over and leaned next to you. Close enough that both of your upper arms were touching.

You took another drag and asked, “So, tell me Austin, why is it that I have never heard of you before?”

He was taken aback for a second, then chuckled and explained his entire career trajectory - right from his humble Disney beginnings to the latest Tarantino role. You noticed that the calibur of his roles had only increased with time but he hadn’t quite gotten to the big break. Maybe it was about time for that, you thought to yourself.

“I just feel like I’m stuck you know? Of course, I’m very grateful for everything I’ve been able to do so far but it just hasn’t been what I want it to be. It seems like such a waste but somewhere, deep down, I know that given the opportunity, I can be great.” Although he wasn’t looking at you, there was a dangerous gleam evident in his eyes. Almost like a hunger. But, it only lasted a second before he cracked a charming smile and changed the topic, returning to his formal tone, “Anyway, forget about it. I know you don’t want to talk about work tonight, ma’am.”

“You know, I think you’re older than me. You shouldn’t be calling me that,”

“Really? How old are you?”

“26″

He let out a low whistle, “Wow, you must be one of the youngest producers around.”

“The youngest ever at Warner.”

“And that’s why I will continue to call you that. It ain’t about the age. You’ve earned the respect...ma’am.”

He was still looking at the view rather than at you and something in you fluttered at his acknowledgement of your hard work. You started looking at his side profile attentively. The strong jaw, the high cheek bones, the pouty pink lips. He was star material, in fact, you were surprised that he hadn’t been picked up yet.

Suddenly, in your mildly inebriated state a thought crossed your mind and before you could stop yourself you were dragging your perfectly manicured finger across his cheek to turn his head to you, “You’re right, Austin. You can be great. I’m going to make you greater than you could ever dream. But only if you and I could come to an agreement.”

“Wh-what kind of agreement, ma’am?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it so you decided to just show him instead. You leaned up and give him a chaste lingering kiss. You felt him pull back so he could look into your eyes. Confident as ever, you held his gaze and could see the gears turning behind those dazzling blues that shone despite the low lighting of the party.

A beat later, he had moved so that your body was trapped between his and the balcony railing. One of his, rather large, hands was on your hip and the other was on your cheek pulling your lips to his.

This kiss was different. It was desperate and hungry, almost like he was trying to show you his ambition through the kiss. But it wasn’t messy, it was slow, deep, calculated. The hand on your hip had travelled down to give your ass a harsh squeeze. A little yelp parted your lips and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and massage yours with it.

It looked like you were losing a dominance battle and you felt the need to take back some control. You moved one of your hands to give his hair a sharp tug. He let out a sinful moan against your lips and you felt him roll his hips against you. You pulled again, this time to break the kiss. You were both panting like dogs and you said, “We’re leaving.” He nodded enthusiastically.

Soon enough you guys were in the back of your stretch limo. You told the driver to take you home and put the partition between him and you up. Immediately, Austin’s hands were on you and they were everywhere. The long and deep kisses had turned into quick pecks on your lips, cheek, jaw and neck till he found the spot that made you dig your nails into his thigh. He sucked on that spot hard enough to make you mewl. You carded your hand through his hair and heard him suck in a breath.

“You like when I play with your hair, baby?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You made sure to keep that in mind for later at night. You dragged your hand from his thigh to the bulge in his pants. You just ran your fingertips over it and felt the car lurch to a stop. You were both out of the car in a flash.

The elevator ride to your penthouse was spent making out like you were a bunch of horny teenagers. Once you were finally in your house, both of you kicked off your shoes and he looked like he was ready to attack you again. But before he could you put a hand on his chest.

“Woah boy, slow down there. We have all night. Take off your jacket and go sit on that couch. Oh, and don’t touch yourself till I’m back.”

He nodded and fast walked to the couch. Meanwhile, you sauntered over to your room and took off your dress, adjusting your lingerie underneath, silently thanking Marie for making you wear Victoria’s Secret tonight.

You opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a few things to take with you to the living room.

You found him sitting in his all black glory, a wonderful contrast against your white couch, his legs spread, arms splayed against the back of the couch and his face was turned up to the ceiling with his eyes closed. He heard the clicking of your heels and opened his eyes.

He whispered, “Fuck,” and brought one of his hands up to tug his lower lip between his thumb and index finger. He took in the swell of your breasts and ass, feeling desperate to take the curves in his hands but, at the same time, he felt like he couldn’t move without your permission. He noticed a few things that you brought from the room kept on the coffee table.

“Did you touch yourself, baby?”

“No ma’am”

“Good boy”

Austin felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had always been the dominant one during sex with past partners. This time he felt completely at your mercy and he was loving every second of it.

You straddled his hips and kissed him, hard. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting it, tugging at it so that when you let it go it made a ‘pop’ sound. You smiled to yourself when you saw the little bit of blood where you had bit his lip. You kissed him again, making sure to lick up the blood, and you felt him buck his hips up over and over again. He let out a couple of heavenly whines to let you know how bad he wanted you.

“Pleaaaase,” he whined.

“Please what baby?”

“Please need more ma’am,” bucking his hips again.

“Aw come on you can beg better than that.”

“Please please please. Need to be in you so bad, ma’am. Want you to own me, please ma’am.”

“Oh, I own you alright,” you ripped his shirt open and heard the clatter of buttons flying everywhere.

You were very slowly, almost negligibly, moving your hips in circles against him. You put your mouth next to his ear, licked the shell and said, “Now, you gotta tell me if at any point, any point at all, you want me to stop. Just the word and we’ll stop. Do you understand, baby boy?” He nodded again.

You sat back to look at his face, “No baby, I need to hear you say it.”

Your index finger ran from his bottom lip, down his chin and your nail lightly scratched his Adam’s apple. As soon as you did that, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, indicating that he swallowed harshly, “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

“Such a good boy. Put your arms behind your back.”

You pick up the silver metal handcuffs you had brought from the room and cuffed his wrists together. Then you picked up the black satin scarf from the same place, carefully folding it and tying it around his eyes as a blindfold. You felt his breathing pick up. You stood up from his lap and took in the delectable sight before you. Only wearing his black dress pants, chest heaving up and down, blindfolded, handcuffed and waiting for you.

You get down on your knees, between his legs and keep your palms on his knees. You shift a little and nuzzle your nose against his straining cock. His hips shoot up, making you smile. You decided to let him catch a break and took his pants and boxers off, discarding them to the side. His hard dick sprung up against his stomach, precum already leaking from the red tip. You touched only the tip with your middle finger to pick up the liquid bead.

“Hnghhh aahh,”

You laughed at his reaction and cooed, “My poor baby, so desperate for me.”

You put the finger in your mouth and hummed at the taste. This time you wrapped your hand around his length and jerked him off as hard as you could. At this point he was basically screaming for you. His body thrashing around uncontrollably. The loss of sight and touch heightened every other sensation for him. But you wanted him to come while he was inside you so you stopped your actions. Grabbing the last item from the coffee table, a condom that you tore open and slid on his cock.

You stood up again and took your panties off. Once again, you straddled him and asked, “Ready?”

“Yes ma’am please wanna cum so bad.”

You lifted your hips and started taking him in inch by inch. His pink lips hung open and you just couldn’t stop yourself from kissing those lips. You had to take a second to adjust because, at this angle and with his size, he was so deep that you thought you could feel him in your gut.

You started out with grinding against him. However, as your pace got faster, your hands came up to his hair again and tugged them hard. His teeth were bared in a way that kind of reminded you of a wolf and he was grunting every time your hips came down. Soon enough you couldn’t stop the moans from tumbling out of your mouth.

“Please ma’am need to see you. Need to look at your pretty eyes to cum.”

Your hands went around his head and undid the blindfold. There they were, those blues that had turned a few shades darker because of the intense lust. He let out a high pitched moan as your pussy clenched around him. After a couple more minutes he had planted his feet firmly on the ground and began thrusting up into you as your hips came down. You had never felt pleasure like this.

It was your turn to let out a loud, “Aaaah God- fuck Austin so good. So fucking. Good. For me.” The last few words accentuated with rough thrusts.

“Fuck ma’am, I’m close so clo- fuck bout to bust. Ple-please let me come.”

You felt right on edge too and said, “Cum baby, cum for me. Only for me.”

His hips left the couch to thrust up into you for the last time as his back arched. His head fell against the back of the couch and you could see his abs twitch every few seconds as he released into the condom. The sounds that left him pushed you over, to your end. Your forehead came in contact with his muscled shoulder as both of you spent a couple of minutes just taking in as much oxygen as you could.

He broke the silence, “Wow”

You laughed and got off his lap, throwing away the condom and using the key to unlock the handcuffs. His wrists has turned an alarming red against his otherwise pale complexion so you gave each wrist a small peck.

“Does it hurt? Should I get some ice packs?”

“Oh no I’m alright.”

“And what about your lip? Are you okay? Was it too mu-”

He stood up and cupped your cheeks with his unfairly long fingers, “I’m alright I promise. It was mind blowing. Let’s just go to bed.” His eyes shifted down and he cockily added, “Your legs are shaking.”

“Shut up”

You led him to the bedroom and both of you got in the plush bed. He pulled you to him so your head was on his chest. You let out a yawn and said, “I’m taking you to the Warner offices tomorrow.”

Austin felt his heart drop but before he could even say anything you had drifted off to sleep.

So Part 2 anyone?

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GOT MARRIED - YOO JIMIN; KARINA

1, An Agreement

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SM CONFERENCE ROOM

"WHAT?!"

That cry caused the entire building to tremble, ranging in magnitude from 2.5 to 5.4, which was enough to cause some minor damage.

The girls and the other room staff members clung to each other for dear life.

Karina's mind was spinning with a moment of scepticism.

The producer bowed his head. "Yes, Karina, as I just said," he said again.

"We chose Jang Y/N as your spouse in this new WGM show, and our staffs also discussed it with her group," the conversation continued.

The girls' expressions of disbelief remain unchanged.

Winter let out a sigh. "But this is also good because it will bring Aespa to the forefront because her girl group is a little older than ours," the lead vocalist suggested.

Another member of staff stepped in. "If Jimin refuses, we may have to choose other girls," the staff informed.

The staff and the producer exchanged glances as they raised their shoulders.

Only the girls and Jimin knew why she sighed in frustration.

"That's all for today; hopefully your management will call us once we've reached an agreement," the producer spoke as he stood up.

The crews from We Got Married had already left, leaving only the girls and their staffs in the room.

Ningning looked at her leader "So, how's now unnie?" she queried.

"I believe MYs are supportive," Karina responded, her hand was massaging the bridge of her nose.

Giselle caressed her back. "We should talk more with our management because we know this industry," the Japanese girl suggested.

"We definitely don't have options," Giselle concluded.

In the same conference room

Unfortunately for Aespa, today is the last discussion before they meet YN's group, DayDream.

The subject of death or whatever else. This is the type of discussion where the final decision will be made.

Aespa's leader sat cautiously in her chair, but her heart was racing the entire time.

The surface simply does not meet.

After a few minutes of waiting for the crews to arrive with DayDream, they're finally here.

Maybe that's a good thing?

Minjeong said to Karina, "Hey, look at there," and she alerted the older one.

Karina's gaze was drawn to DayDream, where she hoped to find the previously discussed Jang Y/N.

The first impression.

Mr. Producer presented DayDream excitedly, and the girl group bowed and introduced themselves.

Aespa got to their feet, bent down, and introduced themselves as well on Karina's cue.

DayDream took their seats, which were opposite Aespa's.

The producer began, glancing at Y/N. "So, DayDream, do you want to change the participant?" Y/N sat across from Minjeong.

They exchanged a few whispers before nodding in agreement.

"We haven't yet decided about changing the participant," Yurim, DayDream's leader, stated.

"But, we agreed for Y/N to appear on the show," the DayDream leader stated.

"Because she's one of our most popular members, so that's the decision." Oh Yurim concluded.

DayDream nodded in agreement, Jang Y/N, the group's second visual and lead vocalist.

"So we thought she'd be perfect with any of the Aespa members, because they're all incredibly gorgeous and talented," the leader continued.

The producer, Mr Seung Sik, nodded as he listened to them.

He exhaled deeply. "I completely agree on this one," he said, looking around.

"Since Aespa hasn't decided which member they'd send over," appears to be a continuation.

While reading the page in his notepad, he swirled his pen.

The man in his mid-forties coughed asked, "Why not, either Karina or Winter?" while pointing at those two.

When this happens, they usually choose the most beautiful and popular members of a kpop group.

Giselle sighed, remembering how difficult it was for the chosen members.

She held hands with Winter; strangely, the four girls appeared nervous and tense.

"I'll do it," Winter offered, raising her hand to volunteer.

Y/N was taken aback, but she nodded in agreement.

Karina grabbed Winter's hand. "No, let's give it some thought first!" She quickly stepped in.

Her face was flushed with worries. "Give us until 11:59 p.m., and I'll call you personally," the girl spoke as she stood up.

She sighed and walked out of there as quickly as she could.

Everyone was taken aback by the unexpected mini-outburst.

Aespa was excused by Giselle as they all exited the room simultaneously.

NIGHT TIME

Aespa's dorm

Ningning shook her head and looked at Karina. "Geez, understandable girl," she muttered as she chewed.

Winter nodded as well.

Karina groaned in frustration as she buried her head in her arms.

Giselle rolled her eyes and walked over to Karina.

She knelt down. "I understand you're still struggling with your sexuality, which is why you're acting this way," she patted the girl's shoulder.

Everyone nodded and agreed silently, knowing that their leader is a young woman struggling with her sexuality.

WGM was completely responsible for her agitation.

"It's fine, unnie. Perhaps this show will allow you to dive deep." Minjeong stated her point of view.

Karina's head jerked up, startling Giselle as she stood up and fished her phone from her back pocket.

"This girl, tch..." Giselle reprimanded in hushed tones.

Later that night...

She typed the name of the person she wanted to call while her hands trembled. Her breath does as well.

Fuck it. She thought to herself.

She pressed the button and held the phone to her ear, waiting for it to ring.

The PD finally answered the phone after about 7 seconds of waiting.

"Oh Karina!" he exclaimed, laughing.

"Hello..." she sighed from the other side.

"I decided that I would be in the show," Jimin said of her desire to appear on the TV show.

A second of silence "Wow- this really surprised me!" he exclaimed.

The man laughed happily, "This is really great, I'll inform SM and the other related staffs," he explained the process to her.

"I hope I don't come to regret my decision," the beautiful woman said.

"Don't worry, I promise you won't regret it!" he sighed, still pleased with Karina's decision.

"We'll get started next week, as scheduled," the PD said.

To acknowledge him, she simply nodded and hummed.

That's it, see you," she said hastily, her tone turning icy.

Her mood completely changed, and she abruptly ended the call, while three mouseketeers eavesdropped behind her.

They immediately rushed to her and gave her a group hug when she turned around and stared at them with a defeated expression.

Hours later

12:38am

DINGG!!

The girl was alerted by her phone, causing her to awaken from her somnolent state of slumber.

She grunted, realising she had forgotten to turn off her phone before going to bed.

The girl took her phone from the nightstand, which caused her eyes to widen.

There will be no more sleepyheads.

She stared at the text for a moment, not knowing who it was from.

typing...

Woah, who is this and why is Yoo Jimin being referred to as a goddess?

She took a deep breath and tapped out her reply.

When she realised who she was speaking to, she groaned loudly while rolling her eyes.

But the girl also feels terrible about acting like this to her supposed future wife.

For the sake of the fans, this is the person who will engage in all of the romantic activities with her.

Can't be helped because Karina has a rather rocky past and fell in love with a former close friend from school.

She quickly falls in love.

That is Karina's issue; as a result, her friend have traumatised her.

The read receipt that Y/N had left on the screen caused Jimin to pause for a moment as she gave it some thought.

Is it possible that I offended her?

She was still staring at the unsaved number as she went to edit and save it in her phone.

Jang Y/N?

She saved her phone number with a question mark at the end of her name.

The girl exited their chatroom; Y/N is still active, but she hasn't responded.

Jimin was literally left on read.

She let out a sigh. "Perhaps I did that," she murmured, referring to the fact that she had offended Y/N.

She decided not to care, as much as she wanted to.

The girl muted her phone and set it back on the nightstand.

She closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep.

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Story of Our Life

A Harry Styles Imagine

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: None

A/N: This is something a little different that was inspired by a dream I had where I was singing Story of My Life with 1D in a car... Also, I made some cover art on procreate plz don't judge my mediocre art skills lmao. Hope you like it!!!!!

Masterlist

Excerpts from

STORY OF OUR LIFE

Y/N Styles

To Louis, the best chauffeur I’ve ever had.

To Liam, who keeps us all sane. Steady on, mate.

To Zayn, who always offers a shoulder to cry on (and a cigarette).

To Niall, the king of late-night chats (and snacks).

To Harry, for everything, forever.

Introduction by Harry Styles

Before she was my wife, Y/N Styles was Y/N Y/L/N. We met in 2011, six months before we would be setting out on the Up All Night tour. Even though I had been on TV, in recording studios, and performed live on the X Factor Live Tour 2011, I was still just a shy kid from Holmes Chapel who couldn’t quite believe his luck. I think I spent that whole year in a state of disbelief, afraid that at any moment, someone would tell me that it was all a joke and I wasn’t very good at singing, actually. Every time I took a shower, I half-expected Ashton Kutcher to jump out at me from behind the shower curtain. Y/N, on the other hand, walked into the conference room at Columbia Records, sat down at the head of the table, folded her arms across her chest, and asked us each, individually, if we had read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and, if so, how did we feel about it? Immediately, I knew that this girl was going to be someone special.

Her dad, Greg Y/L/N, was going to be our tour manager. When it was time for the label to put a team together, he was at the top of the list: a goofy dad with a daughter around our age who had toured with some of the biggest musicians of the 90s. He was the perfect choice for a bunch of kids who didn’t really know what they were doing: industry experience to make sure the day-to-day operations went smoothly, and the paternal instinct to protect us as best he could (we called him Papa Bear, which he pretended to hate, but we all knew he secretly loved it).

We grew up together, spent months on end traveling the world, learning algebra on private planes and sneaking out of hotel rooms to wander foreign cities in the middle of the night. Fast forward to today. While Y/N was pregnant with Willa, our second child, she spent the whole third trimester on bed rest. Eventually, she got so bored that she scrolled all the way back on iCloud. Our older daughter, Hazel, was fascinated by the pictures of me and the band, and Y/N spent hours recounting our days on tour. I told her that she should write a book, but she refused at first. We have enough money, she said. People will think I’m making a cash grab. I told her that was bollocks, but if she really felt that way, she could donate all the profits to charity. It’s perfect, really, I said. The 20-year anniversary of One Direction is coming up, and it would be cool to give the fans a peek behind the scenes. Really, there’s no one better than you, darling, because you know the real us. She agreed, but only if all five of us were okay with it, and if all of the proceeds could go to The Trevor Project. So really, it’s actually me you should be thanking for convincing her to do this in the first place.

Anyways, here it is. The Story of Our Life: Growing Up With the World’s Biggest Boy Band, written by my amazing wife, Y/N Styles.

Chapter 5

Out of all the One Direction boys, Louis was the first one to get his driver's license in America. He spent the few months leading up to the Where We Are tour with his girlfriend in California, and wanted to buy a fancy car to drive her around in. Hence, the license. So, when the tour made its way to North America, he somehow managed to convince my dad and the security team to let him drive us from the hotel to the venue a few times. Of course, the windows were tinted (and we were not allowed to open them), we were surrounded by a security detail, and there was always a bodyguard in the backseat, but it didn’t matter.

On the night of the second show in Detroit, we all piled into a tricked-out Toyota Sienna, the best minivan on the market in 2011. Louis and Liam sat up front, I was squished between Harry and Niall in the middle, and Zayn and the bodyguard sat in the way back. We had the radio blasting and were singing along to some absolute bangers, like Party Rock Anthem and Super Bass, when the first few notes of Story of My Life started playing. Louis groaned and reached over to change the station, but I leaned forwards and slapped his hand out of the way before he could, turning the volume up a few notches.

“Written in these walls are the stories that I can’t explain,” I sang along with Harry’s voice, turning to look at him with a mischievous smirk. He was mouthing along but bit his lip as soon as I caught him. Liam piped up with his part and I shook my head, laughing.

“Do you guys seriously only ever sing your parts?” I asked. Next to me, I felt Niall shrug.

“Feels wrong to sing someone else’s, even off stage,” he said, before chiming in on the background vocals as Zayn jumped in on his part.

“Well, you should do it anyway, just for fun.” Liam turns around and lifts his eyebrows in a silent challenge. Harry and Niall jumped in, and soon we were all belting out the words to every part.

When the final chorus came up, I turned to rest my head on Harry’s shoulder, singing his part back to him. He was usually the shameless one, but his cheeks were tinted pink and he stopped singing for a few seconds. His green eyes were wide, but they never once left my own. I felt his chest rise and fall in a deep, steadying breath before he began singing again.

From that moment on, Story of My Life was our song. Every time they performed it, he turned towards the side of the stage during the last chorus, where I sang along. On the rare occasions that I sat in the audience, his eyes always managed to find mine. We sang lines to each other all the time. Our favorite thing to do, much to everyone else’s dismay, was yell Zayn’s pre-chorus to each other from across a room.

“And I’ll be gone, gone, tonight,” one of us would start.

“The ground beneath my feet is open wide,” the other would respond.

“The way that I’ve been holding on too tight,” the first person would say, before we both shouted, “With nothing in betweeeeeeeen!” That line was always the loudest, and we always dragged out the last syllable until we couldn’t breathe anymore.

Chapter 9

When Harry’s solo album dropped, I was in class, taking my Algebra 101 final. My test-taking nerves were multiplied tenfold by the fact that I knew people were listening to it right now, and I wasn’t. We had kept in touch after One Direction broke up, mostly over text but occasionally, when he was in LA, he came to my house to have dinner with me and my Grandma (and Dad, if he was home).

I listened to it all the way through on the drive back home to Pasadena after I finished my exam, and as soon as I pulled into the driveway, I texted him.

I signed up for a presale code, and refreshed my laptop continuously for five straight minutes in order to get tickets for his LA show. Harry was furious with me. When I texted him that I was officially coming to the show, he called me in the middle of a meeting with his tour team to yell at me. Something along the lines of, “I put you on the VIP list, you dumbass! And invites to the afterparty were just sent out yesterday!”

To be fair, I just wanted to support my friend, and to this day I still feel uncomfortable asking for free tickets from anyone when I have the means to pay for them. I think it’s all the guilt from five years of attending One Direction concerts for free. But anyways, that next fall, I found myself backstage at the Greek Theater with a VIP badge around my neck, feeling intense deja vu as security led me to Harry’s dressing room.

“Y/N!” He yelled as soon as the door opened. I had no time to react; I was nearly knocked over by the force of his hug. His mom and sister were there, too, and I was passed around for more hugs before settling next to Harry on the couch.

“So, how’s it going? How’s school?” he asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. That’s one of the things I love most about Harry; no matter how long it’s been since he’s seen someone, he always picks back up like no time has passed. He is scary good at keeping up with what everyone else is doing, even when his own life

“Kicking my ass already and it’s only been three weeks,” I said with a chuckle. “But better than last year, that’s for sure!” Harry’s brows furrowed and he waited expectantly. “Did I not tell you that my original roommate was psycho?”

“No, I don’t think that’s come up before.” I pulled up a photo on my phone and handed it over to him without a word, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen his eyes wider than they were in that moment.

“Holy shit,” she said.

“I wanna see!” Gemma whined, leaning across the coffee table to snatch the phone from him. “Oh my god, Mum, look!” She handed the phone to Anne, who frowned down at it.

“This was your dorm?”

“For all of three days, yes,” you answered. “I’m not sure what creeped me out more, the life-sized cardboard cutout of Harry watching my every move, or the fact that she threatened to blackmail me if I didn’t introduce her to you.” Harry was doubled over with laughter with tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

“What are the chances of you, of all people, rooming with a crazy One Direction fan in college?” he asked, struggling to breathe enough to support his vocal chords.

“The school investigated and they found an invoice for a private investigator on her computer in a folder with a bunch of my personal information and photos of me that looked like they were taken from behind bushes and trash cans. Apparently, she gave him that paparazzi photo from the week we were in London during On the Road Again and he was able to track me down.”

“He was able to figure out your identity from that photo?” I nodded, and Harry looked impressed, yet mildly disturbed. “She must’ve paid a fortune.” The photo in question features all five members of One Direction on their way into the O2 arena, and in the background, you can see the blurry back of my head as I slipped into the back door ahead of them.

When it was time for Harry to get ready, a security guard led Anne, Gemma, and I to the VIP section and we settled in for the show. He killed it on stage, and it was great to see him back in his element, joking with the fans between songs and waving to everyone he made eye contact with. He performed What Makes You Beautiful and the cheers were so loud, even in the small-theater setting, that I knew I would probably have trouble hearing tomorrow.

“Alright, now normally I’d go straight into Kiwi, but there’s someone special in the audience today and this next song means a lot to the both of us, and she was the one who told me to sing all of the parts even though it feels weird, I hope you’ll forgive me for making you wait a few more minutes,” he said with a smirk, knowing that no one was going to complain about an extra song. My smile widened and Anne wrapped an arm around me, squeezing my shoulder, to acknowledge how special this moment was about to be. Just like old times, Harry looked straight at me as the intro music started to play.

“Written in these walls are the stories that I can’t explain,” he began, and immediately tears started welling up behind my eyes. I joined in, leaning my head on Anne’s shoulder for support. When he got to the second pre-chorus, he yelled out “And I’ll be gone, gone, tonight!” and held out his mic for the audience to sing the next line, but I caught an almost-imperceptible wink as he smiled up at me and I knew that he could care less if anyone else chimed in.

“The fire beneath my feet is burning bright,” Anne, Gemma, and I screamed, hoping that we were loud enough for him to pick our voices out of the crowd.

He sang the next line, and so did the audience, but I kept my mouth shut and joined in on the last line. He dragged out “between” so long that he had to jump back in on “I take her home.” I was the only one still singing along with him at that point, and the audience let out confused laughter, looking back and forth trying to figure out why he wasn’t moving on yet.

Chapter 11

We’ve never talked about how we got together, and once the gossip magazines found out that I was the daughter of One Direction’s former tour manager, they just filled in the blanks themselves. I try not to read those things, but I do remember seeing a few headlines like “CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS RECONNECTED!” over that grainy paparazzi photo of us in Holmes Chapel before the Manchester Love on Tour stops. Others spun the fact that I was doing PR on the tour into a fake “HARRY STYLES KISSES EMPLOYEE” scandal, and it just spiraled out of control from there. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

When the pandemic hit, I was at home in Pasadena with my dad and grandma. We had no other “bubble” because my grandma was immunocompromised. Needless to say, I got very bored very quickly. It got to the point that I would cycle through the contacts on my phone, Facetiming everyone in alphabetical order by last name until someone picked up. Harry was one of the only people who answered every single time. We ended up calling each other almost every day, sometimes to chat, or just to have someone there, in the background, while we went about our days. He was with his band, working on what would eventually become Harry’s House, and I spent many days listening to them work through different lyric and melody combinations while curled up in my childhood bedroom with my work laptop. He even interrupted a Zoom meeting I was in, once, excited to play part of “Music for a Sushi Restaurant” for me.

I was working remotely for a PR firm, after graduating college in 2020, my options were limited and, in the end, the place only gave me an offer because they worked with Columbia Records and knew my dad. I mostly wrote copy about movies to be put on Wikipedia or IMDB, which was super boring, so Harry seriously saved my life by letting me listen in on his studio sessions, or to the audio of whatever show he was watching and his commentary.

By the time he was able to start prepping for Love on Tour, I was working at the firm’s office building on Sunset, just about ready to quit my job and sell foot pics online.

“Come on tour with me,” he said, (seemingly) impulsively, during one of our Facetime sessions in which he patiently listened to me complain about how Mark from accounting wouldn’t stop coming over to my desk to “chat” every hour on the hour.

“What?” I answered, laughing a little.

“Seriously, Y/N, it’ll be just like old times! We can race on the dolleys they use to bring the speakers in, and I’ll even let you win this time.” I rolled my eyes.

“It’s not really winning, then, is it?”

“Okay, fine, I won’t let you win. But I am serious, Y/N. You should join me on tour.”

“What am I supposed to do, just follow you around the world like some sad, desperate groupie?”

“I mean, you are a bit sad and desperate.” I flipped him off, to which he responded by cackling with laughter.

“I’m sad because my job sucks, and desperate to get away from Mark, not to get into your pants.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be my mistress, you’d be doing PR for the tour, obviously.” Harry’s cheeks flushed with the slightest hint of pink,

“Well, maybe you should have led with that!” I started laughing, too, and it took a while for either of us to be able to speak again.

“Okay, sorry, I’ll start over.” He took a deep breath to calm his giggles, but still couldn’t manage to keep a straight face. “Y/N Y/L/N, I would like to formally request that you join me as my PR Manager for Love on Tour. My publicist is about to give birth, like, any day now so she obviously can’t go gallivanting around the world. Really, you’d be doing me a favor, and who better than someone who already has my dressing room requests memorized since half of them are actually yours.”

“You still have the same dressing room requests?” I gave him a skeptical look.

“Old habits die hard.” He shrugged. “And even though I don’t drink Diet Coke, having it in the fridge makes it feel like you’re there with me.” The pink was now red and I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling too wide.

“Alright, Mr. Styles, you have a deal.”

Like he said, old habits die hard, so even though we were now adults and my dad wasn’t on tour with us, we still fell into our old routines. Back in the day, I was never allowed to be alone in a room with one of the boys, but we had our ways around it. Usually by walking through the hallways of the floor of the hotel everyone was staying on, checking in with the guards stationed at either side on every loop. So while we could have hung out in our rooms, more often than not, we walked through the hotel hallways in circles just like we used to.

The night before the Pittsburgh show, Harry showed up at my door at 10pm with a bag of sour gummy worms.

“It’s not Haribo, but it’s close enough,” he said with a shrug, flashing me his trademark “Harry Styles” grin. And just like that, we were off to wear a hole in the carpet, or so I thought. We hadn’t even made it through one full loop before he pulled me through a random door marked “Employees Only” and dragged me up three flights of stairs.

“Are you taking me somewhere private so you can murder me?” I asked as we trudged through the dirty stairwell.

“Something like that,” he answered. But when we reached the top, he opened another door and we were on the roof.

The view was gorgeous, the moon was bright and cast a cool glow on the Pittsburgh skyline. I turned to Harry with wide eyes.

“Scoped it out earlier,” he said with a sheepish smile on his lips. “Just thought we could use a change of scenery.”

“It’s perfect,” I said, reaching out to squeeze his hand in thanks. “As much as I love hotel hallways, this is better.”

We sat on the edge of the roof, dangling our legs over the top of the building next door, and passed the bag of gummy worms back and forth as we talked. We were out there for so long that my eyelids started to get heavy and our conversation slowed down. I leaned my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me, huddling closer for warmth (or so I thought).

“Wanna listen to some music?” He asked. I nodded and he pulled his Airpods out, sticking one in my ear and the other in his own.

Story of My Life started playing and my heart rate sped up, pulsing adrenaline through my body. Suddenly, I was wide awake and hyper aware of every place our bodies were touching (thighs, hips, my shoulder to his chest, his shoulder to my head, his arm on my bicep).

I lifted my head up and turned to look at him.

“Do you ever get sick of this song?” I asked. My voice was quiet because I wasn’t sure I actually wanted to know the answer.

“No,” he replied. His voice was low and raspy and it made my stomach flutter. I felt myself leaning in, unconsciously, as he continued. “It reminds me of you, and I could never get sick of you.”

He brought his free hand up to my face and rubbed his thumb in soft circles on my cheekbone, and his eyes flickered down to my lips. The distance between us closed as if we were replaying something that had already happened in slow motion. Eventually, I could just barely feel the soft brush of his lips against mine. My mouth fell open just a bit in anticipation of what was to come, but Harry paused.

“It’s you, Y/N,” he whispered.”It’s always been you.”

Feel free to cross my name out and write in your own, I won’t be mad. I get it; what really happened was better than any self-insert fanfiction.

Chapter 17

I’m going to keep most of the details of our wedding private, but I will tell you about our first dance, because it ties into a lot of the other stories that I’ve written about. If you haven’t noticed by now, Story of My Life is sort of the underlying theme of this book, and that’s because it’s been the underlying theme of my life, the soundtrack to my relationship with Harry.

After dinner, and some absolutely mental toasts, Harry and I were eager to get the party started. Even though he’s not the best dancer, I have never met anyone who dances with as much joy as Harry does, and I love getting pulled into his wild, spontaneous routines. But our first dance was different. The fairy lights surrounding the garden were twinkling in the moonlight, and Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn stood on the sidelines to sing, you guessed it, Story of My Life. We swayed in circles, gently, without trying to put on a show or impress anyone else. It was a beautiful, full circle moment, and the boys even dragged out “between” just a little bit to tease us.

Life is funny. One minute, you’re sixteen and screaming “The fire beneath my feet is burning bright,” at your best friend and you think that this is it, you will be touring the world with your friends forever, and the next you’re twenty-seven and in a wedding dress, leaving mascara stains on the shoulder of his suit. But I wouldn’t change a thing, because I think it was written in the walls all along.

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 11

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warnings: fluff

a/n: the reactions to this fic make my heart SO happy! Thank you to everyone for reading! We have at least 9 more chapters to go, (at least!) and I look forward to sharing it with y’all!

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January

To say that Winnifred Barnes was excited to hear the news that you and Bucky were dating was an understatement. The woman was ecstatic. Bucky swore she was going to take an ad out in the newspaper with how excited she was. Even though you and Bucky assured her that it was still fairly new and that the two of you were interested to see where it would lead. Winnie just brushed the two of you off as she pulled you into a tight hug, kissing you both on the cheek and leaving her signature red lipstick stain in its place. She had even told Avery that she could call her Nana and not Mrs. Winnie if she wanted, that seemed to bring tears to both your eyes. Of course Avery had started calling Winnie ‘Nana’ that very second.

You and Bucky didn’t have to necessarily hide on your dates anymore, especially not from your family and friends, but you wanted to keep it away from the press for just a little longer. Tony had a gala he was hosting for all of Stark Industries’ investors and partners coming up in February and he had invited you and Bucky. That’s where you planned to officially tell the world about the two of you. You both knew it would be a high-coverage event and it would allow you to be more in control of the story. It also gave the two of you a little more private time to just bask in that new relationship glow.

Avery and Becca LOVED that the two of you were dating. They’d graduated from calling the two of you Mr. Bucky and Ms. Y/N, to just Bucky and Y/N, obviously Bucky was still Mr. Barnes while Avery was in his class. What excited the girls most was the number of sleepovers they got to have. When the two of you were sneaking around you each hosted a sleepover or two that led to more than a few longing gazes as the other came to pick up their daughter but now all of you got to have a sleepover. The first time that Becca and Avery found out that Bucky would be staying at your place too? The squeals erupted as they told him he could play horsey with them, and they’d have a tea party, and he could be the King and you could be the Queen. That night after the girls had gone to bed, the two of you laid awake for hours. Occasionally making out, never going so far as to actually have sex, you weren’t quite ready to risk that with two nosey girls just down the hall, but the pillow talk led to some interesting reveals.

For example, you told Bucky that your favorite color was blue like his eyes, he’d blushed at that. He told you his was green, like the color of the sweater you wore at Avery’s birthday dinner, you blushed at that. You revealed your birthdays to each other, after realizing you hadn’t talked about it before, and Bucky was pleasantly surprised to find out yours would be easy to remember. August 3rd was a special day after all, seeing as it was Becca’s birthday too. You both knew the six year old would get a kick out of that when she found out. You shamed him for not telling you that his birthday was in just a couple months and told him that the two of you would definitely celebrate it, a wicked wink, a promise of another raunchy night to come, thrown in his direction.

It wasn’t until the girls went back to school after winter break that some drama made its way back into your lives. You received a call one day from Bucky that Avery had been involved in a tussle alongside Becca and that you’d have to come in for a parent-teacher conference with the other parent. It was also your first time learning about the incident with Ethan back on the first day of school, Becca, Avery and Bucky stuck to a strict “snitches get stitches code” apparently. When you finally huffed your way into Bucky’s class at the end of the day he could tell that you’d had a long day at work and that you were hoping he’d been joking about the conference. Bucky frowned at the look on your face, he’d have to help you get rid of it later, especially since he wasn’t truly upset with Becca or Avery.

Your eyes caught on Avery and Becca sitting close to each other, Steve sitting at the head of the circle, and Ethan and his mother, the woman who’d put on the fake breathy voice that first day of school.

“You’re late, Ms. L/N,” the woman snapped, shaking her head to get her hair out of her eyes. Alyssa looked quickly at Bucky, almost as if she was waiting for his praise at her quick mouth, but his frown only deepened as it slowly turned into a scowl. A twin look appeared on your face almost immediately and that’s when Bucky saw it. The same look he received after your first night together, the same look Dot got when she tried talking to you all those months ago, and the same look he knew you gave annoying businessman as they groveled at your feet for help. Bucky couldn’t lie, while he never wanted to be on the receiving end of that glare ever again it turned him on beyond belief.

“You run a Fortune 500 company every day and you’d be, let’s see here,” you looked at your watch hastily, “a minute late too, Ms… I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name,” you retorted before having a seat in the open spot next to Avery and Steve, not even bothering to pay attention to Ethan’s mom giving you a truly wicked look and trying to give you her name.

“Thank you for joining us, Ms. L/N, I know how hard it can be with your work schedule ramping up and we really appreciate you making it,” Bucky said, laying it on extra thick to make sure you could pick up on the slight sarcasm and silent wish that he’d make it alllll up to you. You nodded your head and crossed your leg as you looked at Steve to start. Steve began by telling you what he had been told of the situation and he then gave each of the kids the chance to talk about what had happened.

Becca took the reigns for most of the girls’ side and she told everyone that she and Avery had been playing on the playground at recess when Ethan had come up and started picking on Avery, specifically how small she was, and it ended in Ethan pushing Avery, where she lost her balance and landed on the ground hard, scraping up her legs in the process. And of course Becca wasn’t going to let that slide. So in true Barnes fashion, Becca had shouted, “why don’t you pick on somebody your own size, Ethan and leave us alone!” Ethan took that to mean he should pick on Becca and he went to push her down by the six year old moved quicker. She stomped on his foot, yet again, and pushed him down instead. Before Becca had even finished her story Ethan’s mom was practically in hysterics about how Avery started it and how she should be punished and that Becca should be grounded for her actions.

If there was one thing Bucky Barnes hated, besides a bully, it was someone trying to tell him how to parent his child. But Bucky let Ethan tell his side of the story, and for a first grader with some obvious issues against those smaller than him, he more or less corroborated Becca and Avery’s stories. But you and Bucky didn’t react the same way Alyssa had. Instead, you remained quiet as Bucky reacted. “Alyssa, one thing you are not going to do, is tell me how to parent or discipline my child. I have always taught Becca to stand up against a bully, and in my eyes that’s exactly what she did. This isn’t the first time Ethan has attempted to hurt Avery, either emotionally or physically, and I will not see it happen again.”

The tone in his voice must have done something to Alyssa because she straightened her back and pushed her arms tight together, as if she were trying to make her cleavage more noticeable. You almost snorted at the action, and covered it with a cough and a cover of your hand over your mouth. Bucky’s eyebrows raised at your reaction, before Alyssa was talking to him.

“James, I didn’t mean to suggest that you couldn’t parent Becca, I just think…if she had more of a…woman’s presence around, she’d be less likely to react in such a way. And I am more than willing to help,” there went that fake breathy voice and the use of his first name again, this time coupled with a low blow. Bucky’s teeth clenched and he swore he saw your eyes alight with…was that jealousy? Along with the tightening of your jaw and the crossing of your arms. So Bucky assessed the situation, and did what any sane man would do.

“You are way out of line, Ms. Williams. I think, no I know that I have done a perfectly fine job raising Becca, and she’s definitely not wanting for ‘a woman’s presence’ as you so delicately put. Baby, what do you think?” Bucky directed the last question to you, purposely outing your relationship to this woman who’d been openly flirting with him moments before. When he met your eyes he didn’t see the anger anymore, only amusement, and he knew he’d said the right thing.

You uncrossed your arms and nodded at Bucky, an amused smirk before adding, “Oh I agree completely, sweetheart. Becca stood up for Avery and I will be forever grateful for their friendship. And she is definitely not lacking in the ‘woman’s presence’ department. Teach your son not to be a bully, Ms. Williams. Or maybe you need some lessons in that yourself?” You spat in her direction before looking at Steve as if to say ‘are we done?’ You missed the look of disbelief on Alyssa’s face at the reveal of your relationship. Steve knew better than to get on your bad side and so he told Alyssa that Ethan would receive a week of indoor time instead of recess for his actions, and that Becca would receive a day for her reaction. Ethan whined about his punishment but the girls new better than to be vocal about it to their parents, knowing that Becca had gotten off easy. You nodded your head and went to speak quietly with the girls. Bucky couldn’t hear what you were saying but Alyssa just glowered in your direction before turning her attention to Bucky. He could tell she was ready to lay into him but as her mouth opened you snuck up behind him, wrapping your arm around his waist to pull him close to you.

“I trust if you need those manners lessons you’ll let me know, right Ms. Williams?” You questioned with a sickeningly sweet tone as you cut your eyes in her direction, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. You smirked and motioned for the girls to come to you, your signal that it was time to go, and the girls immediately flocked to your legs before saying a goodbye to Steve and leaving Alyssa and Ethan speechless in his office.

When the four of you were out of view and earshot you leaned down to give the girls a big hug, before looking at Becca and thanking her for sticking up for Avery. Becca puffed her little chest out and responded, “it’s what we do for our friends.”

It really is like looking in a mirror…or maybe a time machine, Bucky thought himself before you were laughing at her confidence and wrestling the six year old into a huge hug. “That’s my girl,” you gushed after mussing up Becca’s hair, the six year old letting out a squeal as you peppered kisses over her face.

Bucky didn’t even have time to hear Avery’s protests about how she wanted kisses and hugs because he was still stuck on that one sentence. Those three words falling from your lips. “That’s my girl,” repeated in Bucky’s head a million times over. It felt like his whole world had frozen as the sentence kept echoing as Bucky focused on you and your affection and attention towards Becca. It was the same affection and attention you gave Avery, and the same affection and attention you gave him behind closed doors. And suddenly, a train of thought was entering Bucky’s head at breakneck speeds, the platform approaching closer and closer until his mind supplied him with, “I am so in love with this woman.” The realization halting Bucky’s movement even further.

You and the girls started walking away from him, almost in slow motion, and it wasn’t until you noticed that Bucky wasn’t following you that you turned around and looked at him, one eyebrow raised questioningly as you asked him, “babe, you coming? We’re gonna take the girls to Ellie’s for sticking up for each other, my treat.”

A little lopsided grin accompanied the nod of his head. Oh yeah, Bucky Barnes was definitely in love.

February

The Stark gala made Bucky nervous. While he knew that he loved you, he hadn’t told you yet. But here you were, announcing your relationship for the world to see. All your friends knew, partially because they’d been there the night everything had started, and your families of course. But the rest of the world? Bucky wasn’t so sure it was something he was ready for but you had assured him this was the best way to get in front of the story and keep it in check. As Bucky sat in the backseat of your car on the way to the gala venue, he couldn’t help but fiddle with his bowtie and take deep breaths. You rubbed your hand in soothing circles on his thigh, your touch calming him down slightly.

“You’re gonna be great, sweetheart. It’ll all be fine,” you whispered as you attempted to soothe his anxiety. Bucky was about to answer when the car pulled to a stop and your driver Stan called out, “alright lovebirds, we’re here! Knock ‘em dead!”

You took one last look at Bucky, making sure he was good to go, and with a nod of affirmation, the two of you exited the vehicle to the blinding strobe lights of camera flashes. As the two of you made your way to the venue’s entrance you were bombarded by questions asking who you were wearing, what company your next big investment was going to be with, and who you had on your arm. You answered all the questions with ease and when you go to the one about Bucky you smoothly slid you arm around his waist and announced that he was your partner. That led to more flashes and to the crowd getting louder as they asked how long the two of you had been together and other questions about your relationship. You briefly answered the questions with very little details, only giving them the need to know answers, and the two of you were quickly ushered inside.

The gala went by smoothly. You and Bucky had a few drinks and a few dances and occasionally the two of you entertained others. Sam and Tony both took you for a spin around the dance floor at one point and Bucky was seen dancing with Wanda and Pepper as well. At the bar Sam and Tony had practically threatened Bucky that if he hurt you or ever break your heart he’d have to answer to them, something in Bucky’s gut told him to take that threat seriously. After only being at the gala for two hours you were itching to leave. Bucky didn’t know what had gotten into you, you had been looking forward to the gala since Tony announced it just after Christmas. But sure enough, by 9:00 you were saying your goodbyes and making your way through the venue to your car, towing Bucky along by the hand.

As you waited for Stan, Bucky saw you shiver, you’d made the decision to not wear a jacket with your dress tonight because “it would throw off the whole vibe, James,” but Bucky could tell you were cold and so he took off his tuxedo jacket and wrapped it over your shoulders. You offered your thanks by standing on your toes and pressing a warm kiss to his lips, the couple of remaining paparazzi caught it if the flashing lights and clicks of their cameras said anything. When Stan pulled up with the car Bucky was opening the door and ushering you inside the warmth of the vehicle. As the two of you headed to his place, where Winnie was babysitting the girls, you leaned your head on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne and snuggling into his warmth.

Your perfume invaded Bucky’s senses and it made him want to kiss you senseless but he held back for Stan’s sake. He took your hand in his, rubbing circles on the back of it with his thumb, before asking, “what made you want to get out of the gala so fast tonight, honey? You’d been looking forward to it for months.”

You turned your head to look at Bucky before the smallest tinge of embarrassment crossed your face. You shrugged your shoulders and replied, “I guess I just missed our girls is all, figured if we got out early we’d be home to them before bedtime.”

There was that possessive again. “Our girls.” Bucky’s heart froze again at the words as a shy smile crossed your lips and a lopsided dorky grin took over his. He knew then. He knew he was absolutely in love with Y/N M/N L/N, and he’d do everything in his power to prove when the time was right.

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There's been some reports this weekend of fans abusing other fans, suffering from verbal abuse and that sort of stuff. I mean, how concerning is it to hear that and how much of a problem do you think that is in Formula 1 at the moment?

LH: Yeah, I arrived with a really positive mindset this morning and then I heard some of the things that had been said and just in a bit of shock and just really sad and just to know that people arrive on the weekend to have a great time, to celebrate, to enjoy their time off and enjoy a great experience. And you know, if you go to the UK, we've got a obviously a wide range of fans that go there. Here of course you've got a lot of the Orange Army, and so when we do the parade lap, you have to look quite hard to kind of see the neon caps, they stand out a little bit better but there’s, of course, not as many as the orange here, but just to notice someone sitting in a crowd supporting someone else is receiving abuse is… It's crazy to think that we're experiencing those things still in 2022. So, we have to continue to do more. It just highlights that it's still an issue all over. And it comes down to education, and, of course, ignorance. So, we all have to work together, with our platforms to spread that positive word, with all of our platforms, to all those people that are watching, because people should come here, should feel safe, should feel included. And you should be able to follow whoever it is you want to follow. Doesn't matter. And it shouldn't matter, your gender, your sexuality, or the colour of your skin, you know, it should just be everyone here to have a great time.

Just to follow up on what you've just said. Formula 1 has said the abuse that some fans have received is unacceptable. But what would you like to see the sport do to try and combat it? And secondly, is there anything you can do as drivers collectively to make a difference to fans’ behaviour, such as you did quite effectively with the We Race as One initiative?

LH: I've not given huge amount of thought in terms of coming up with solutions for what the sport should do. It goes back to some of the messaging that we talked about in terms of the stuff that we also need to do here within the sport, which is commit more to diversity and inclusion within our industry. Because that then reflects the direction we’re going and it also often does reflect what our fan-base looks like. It's time for action. We Race as One was all good and well, but it was just words. It didn't actually do anything; there was no funding towards anything; there was no programme to actually create change and spark that conversation. So, definitely need to utilise our platforms, as I just mentioned, but we really have to step up and actually really start actioning some of the things we're saying. Just saying… it’s not enough. It’s unacceptable. It's not enough.

LEWIS HAMILTON DURING THE POST-RACE PRESS CONFERENCE | AUSTRIAN GRAND PRIX; 10.7.22

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danversxluthor · 11 months

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The Super Blues (Pt 2) -- REWRITE

Kara and Lena meant to talk to Lori the morning after the parent teacher conference, but once again life got in the way. Supergirl was needed at a massive industrial fire near the wharf and Lena was called in for an emergency board meeting on a critical therapeutic acquisition. Their parents’ temporary absence wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and neither of the Luthor-Danvers kids were surprised or offended by it. The girls simply went about their days getting ready and then heading off to yet another day of school.

As the week went on, more Supergirl emergencies sprung up and the acquisition discussion turned into multiple days of intense negotiations to seemingly no avail. As much as Lena and Kara were concerned about Lori and wanted to talk to her, they just couldn’t seem to find the ideal time. Alex was even helping out by driving El to and from her speech therapy, which also served the purpose of checking up on Lori.

Finally, Thursday morning rolled around, and the outside world seemed to quiet down. Kara took the opportunity to make her famous blueberry pancakes before her girls were up and getting ready for school. While Kara cooked, Lena made sure the girls were up and moving. To no surprise, Ellie was already dressed and packed up for school.

“Good morning sweetheart” Lena greeted from the doorway. El went to wave but corrected herself seeing her mom’s raised eyebrow.

“‘Morn-ing” El greeted, “can you sign my per-per-miss-ion form?” El asked handing out the piece of paper.

Lena quickly read through the form. “Oh, the science museum, that's wonderful El. Of course.” Lena signs her name and notes the date in her smartphone. “Now get downstairs before Jeju eats all the pancakes by herself.” And with that, El was off.

Lori has never been a morning person and has always put up a fight to get out of bed, especially on a school day.

Knock knock

Lena waits, not hearing any movement or seeing any lights flicker on under the doorway.

“Lori…” Lena calls before knocking yet again. “Lori, come on sweetheart, it's time to get up for school.” Lena waits again, but after hearing no movement, she opens the door to find Lori curled up under the covers looking like a lump on the bed. After flicking on the lights, Lena makes her way over to the bed and sits gently, slowly peeling back the covers.

“Lori, it's time to get up baby.” Lena rubs her hand up and down her daughters back slowly rousing Lori from her sleep. Lori curls in on herself further and smooshes her face into her pillow to hide from the uninvited light.

“Come on Lor, you don't want to be late for school.” Lori grumbles and starts to roll out of bed, her golden hair a complete mess. Lena kisses Lori on the forehead and walks out to give her daughter some privacy to get ready for the day.

“Oh, and better hurry, Jeju made her famous pancakes.” Lena calls from the hallway. Despite sleeping for over nine hours the teen is still exhausted. Lori makes her way to the bathroom to try and salvage some sort of acceptable look for the day. She’s glad for the school uniform - one less thing to think about. Lori pulls her unruly golden hair into a messy bun and washes her face. She looks over at the makeup but doesn’t have the energy to make the effort. Who really cares anyway. As long as she doesn't stand out she’s fine.

El has finished her fifth pancake by the time Lori makes her way down the stairs.

“Morning Lor,” Kara calls out, “how many pancakes for you?”

“I don’t know, whatever's left I guess,” Lori pours herself a large thermos of black coffee and sits next to El. She sips at her coffee knowing well enough that no amount of caffeine can bring her out of the exhaustion.

“How are the pancakes kiddo?” Kara calls over her shoulder as she goes about cleaning the dishes. After receiving no response, she tries again. “Lori, how are the pancakes? I didn’t burn them, did I?” And still no answer.

Lena looks up from her tablet to see Lori staring out the window, tired eyes unfocused. Kara and Lena share a concerned look. El goes to get Lori’s attention, but Lena smoothly intercepts her.

“Ellie, why don’t you get your book bag and shoes ready.” Lena suggests, eyes not leaving Lori. El, sensing something else far more serious is going on, quickly makes her exit.

“Lori,” Lena says as she takes El’s seat and slowly brushes her hand against Lori’s shoulder. Kara has now stopped washing the dishes and is looking across the island at her eldest. The touch seems to have brought Lori back to the kitchen.

“Hmm?” Lori’s eyes refocus and her gaze meets her Jeju’s across the island. “What was that?” Lori asks in a monotone.

“Are you feeling ok, Lor?” Kara asks.

“Yeah, just a bit tired I guess.” Lori explains as she picks up her fork and starts cutting the pancakes in front of her. She isn’t really hungry though, just doesn’t want to see Jeju's concerned face anymore. Lori knows she’s not fine, she knows she is more than just tired, but she doesn’t know what she is. And how can she possibly put something so minor on her parents who are already so overstretched. No, Lori knows she has to hold it together.

“Do you want to stay home today?” Lena asks in a soft tone. “I can stay with you. My schedule is completely empty, so it would be just you and me. We can stay in and cuddle and watch movies or we could sneak out for lunch, maybe even see Aunt Alex?” Lori continues to push around the pancakes on her plate, half listening to her mom.

“I’m fine. El and I should probably get going.” Lori leaves the cut up but uneaten pancakes on her plate and she starts getting up from the counter.

“Ok, Lori, but you can always call us from school if you need to come home and rest,” Kara comments. Alex had reported to Kara that Lori barely left her room during the week. Kara didn’t know what to make of this. Lori was looking rather pale and warn down.

“Sure thing, Jeju,” Lori assured, trying to sound livelier to ease her parents' obvious concern.

“We’re just worried and we love you. You can come to us with anything.” Lena says.

“I promise I’m totally fine,” Lori says assures her parents again, this timing adding a small smirk, but the look on her moms’ faces tell her they’re not convinced. Lori walks briskly out of the kitchen to avoid any further caring remarks that just make her feel worse and worse about being an unnecessary burden. A few seconds later, Ellie sneaks through the kitchen after her sister.

—

“Kelly, I have no idea what to do,” Lena says in exasperation. “She isn’t talking to us. She didn’t even want to stay home from school. She’s barely eating. At least she’s keeping up with school, but that's always been a walk in the park for her. What do we do?” Both Kara and Lena were in Lena’s office talking with Kelly on speaker phone. After this morning, the pair knew that it wasn’t as easy ask talking to Lori, especially when Lori had no interest in talking to them.

“You’re right to be concerned, and you’re doing the right thing by trying to talk it out.” Kelly reassures the pair. “Ultimately, Lori has to be open up on her own. Sometimes that's hard, especially for a teenager. Keep letting her know you’re here for her no matter how hard she pushes you away. It's also probably best to keep an eye on her. I know you both have difficult schedules, but to the extent at least one of you can be around in the morning or after school when the kids are home, that would be helpful.”

“I know you told me not to, but I went on webMD and did some digging on team mental health. And... do you think she might have an eating disorder or hurt herself or…” Kara asks, swallowing her words hard. Lena squeezes her wife’s hand, dreading the thought that Lori would resort to such a thing.

“Lori is in a unique and volatile phase of life. Teen hormones and emotions are in constant flux, it’s difficult to say what's going on without having more information.” Kelly explains. “WebMD can be a great resource, Kara, but it can lead to some quick and often misleading conclusions. For right now, just keep an eye on Lori and make sure she’s eating enough, bathing, sleeping, etc. and, Kara, maybe take a break from webMD.”

“Thank you, Kelly. We really appreciate you taking the time out of your schedule.” Lena says as she rubs her temples.

“Anytime. I’m always happy to help. Love you both.”

“Thanks again Kel. Love you.”

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As the school day went on, Lori was feeling more and more out of it. She felt guilty for being so short with her moms this morning and annoyed at herself for worrying them. Lori made it to lunch and was out behind the gym, when she realized the bell had already rung for next period.

Despite already being late, Lori didn’t move. She stayed staring up at the sky wondering what it would be like to just disappear. She could do it. She could leave. She could get away from everything. So, Lori got up, feeling far removed from everything around her and started walking. Not back into the school, but out into the city. She walked a block without being stopped and then another and another. Before she knew it, she was across town and headed over the bridge. She couldn’t feel her legs and barely noticed her surroundings. She just kept walking.

—

“Ma’am, the schools on the line for you,” Liz, Lena’s new assistant, called in.

“Thank you, Liz, please patch them through.” Lena was already preparing to pack up, guessing that Lori finally took them up on the offer to stay home for the day.

“This is Lena,” she answered in her typical business tone.

“Mrs. Luthor-Danvers, hello, this is Principal Higgins from National City Prep. I’m sorry to call you at work, but it seems Lori has not checked into her past two classes.” The message is far from what Lena anticipated and her heart rate starts to pick up.

“She hasn’t checked in? Is her car in the lot?” Lena questions as Kara lands on her balcony having sensed the spike in heart rate.

“Her car is still here at the school. Our security team has reviewed footage and she didn’t leave from either of the main school entrances. We’ll keep an eye out for her and call with any updates.”

“Thank you.” Lena says before hanging up the phone and grabbing onto Kara like her life depends on it and letting her tears fall.

“We’re going to find her Lee, I promise.” Kara holds her wife.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Until I Found You (MCU x Battinson)

Chapter 1

Hi so I’ve had this silly little idea in my head for sometime and i’ve just kind of been like, living it out in my head but i figured i would right it cuz ive got daddy issues and im in love with battinson. So yeah enjoy this stupid little thing i made.

Battinson x Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: child neglect, canon character death, violence,

Summary: Y/N Stark never really got along with her dad. Probably had something to do with never really wanted her in the first place. After the events of Infinity War in 2018, when Y/N discovered her father has been blipped she moved from NYC, not being able to stay when everywhere she looked she was reminded of her father. Moving to Gotham City, she never thought she would ever see Bruce Wayne again, let alone become his housekeeper.

Y/N really never got along with her dad. She never really knew why, but she suspected it had something to do with the fact that he never really wanted her in the first place, how could he? She was an accident, a result of a drunken one night stand.

Her mother had passed during childbirth and left Y/N to her father in her will. Seeing as it was her dying wish, her father felt like he couldn’t turn her away. Plus he could just have his assistant watch her, he’d raise her pay or whatever.

Growing up Y/N knew something was different with the way she was raised. Most kids in her class didn’t have strange men with bright cameras wherever she went since the day her dad’s assistant, Pepper, dropped her off on her first day of kindergarten.

Perhaps it was because Y/N’s father owned a billion dollar company, arguably one of the biggest and most impactful ones too. Or, when she was 8, it was because her dad was a superhero.

The world worshiped the ground he walked on, praising him for not only being Iron Man, but also for managing a company and raising a young daughter.

Pr made it so Tony looked like the greatest father in the world, a model citizen really, when in reality he hardly ever saw his daughter unless it was for a press conference in which her presence was required. She got used to it.

Y/N met Bruce Wayne when she was 10 years old. She knew who he was, seeing as his parents and their company were one of the biggest competitors to Stark Industries. Having been dragged to some fancy event where she had to wear a horrible itchy dress, she had wandered away from her father looking for something to do.

Event’s like this were her least favorite, they were so long and boring, and usually ended with her dad stumbling back home drunk, saying some not very nice things to her on their way home.

The difference between when he was drunk and sober was how he treated Y/N. When he was sober, he wasn’t very nice to her. When he was drunk, he really wasn’t nice to her.

Regardless of whatever would happen after the Gala, Y/N had found herself exploring the large venue in an attempt to distract herself. She ran into Bruce in the hallway on the fourth floor. He was staring at a painting of a man and a woman. Who they were, she didn't know.

They hadn’t talked much. Y/N, being young and curious with no sense of stranger danger, had reached her hand out to the teenager and announced, “I’m Y/N Stark.”

He had blinked in surprise before responding with his name, and Y/N knew that she probably wasn’t supposed to be around him. His parents hated her dad, so she guessed the mutual dislike was supposed to pass down through generations.

She didn’t care though, she was bored and wanted a friend. Bruce and Y/N talked for a good 30 minutes, Bruce listening to her ramblings and storytellings of grand adventures she went on whenever Pepper wasn’t watching her. The boy didn’t say much, just nodded his head and made small sounds to indicate he was listening.

She’s pretty sure he probably doesn’t even remember that day, but she does. Bruce Wayne was one of the first people to show her kindness, and had even complimented her dress. Her horrible, hideous, itchy dress that she hated wearing and felt so ugly in.

“You look just like a princess.”

His words would stick with her for the rest of her life, lifting her spirits whenever she felt down on herself. Which was quite often, seeing as her father hardly interacted with her, probably not even remembering her name, and Pepper being busy all the time. She started watching after herself when she was 9, Pepper claiming that she was a big girl and didn’t need supervision anymore.

Y/N didn’t really have any friends either, her only one being her dad’s new assistant who showed up when Pepper took on all the big responsibilities.

Natalie, technically Natasha she later discovered, was the only person ever really there for her. She drove her to and from school, she taught her how to fight, and she was there for all the important firsts. First award, first choir concert, first dance, first prom, and eventually graduation.

Nat had been there for her for about 8 years, sticking by her side since she was 10. She was more of a mother to Y/N than Pepper or her father ever were. Y/N met other people who worked with her father, of course, often running into multiple avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D. agents (neither of which ever really talked to her.)

The only person who she ever considered a friend other than Nat was a scrawny teenager named Peter Parker. Peter Parker, or Spiderman she later found out, was her dad’s personal intern. His mentee, and basically his son from the way they interacted. Tony treated Peter more like his child than he had ever treated Y/N. She should’ve been jealous, but she couldn’t find it in her to be.

Y/N got to know Peter pretty well over the course of two years, the two becoming friends almost as soon as she introduced herself when she found him eating pizza on the couch in the living room one day. She eventually began to see him as sort of a brother and added him to her list of the little family she had made in her mind.

It all came crashing down in April of 2018. What started as a normal day ended with large alien spaceships hovering over New York and half the population turning to dust. She had no idea where Tony or Peter were and couldn’t get into contact with Natasha or any of the other avengers.

It was only a few weeks later when her brother had stumbled out of a ship, looking absolutely horrible, confirming her worst fear.

Her father was dead.

Sure, they never really talked. Or even got along. But Y/N still loved him fiercely, and had always hoped deep down that someday he would turn around and start noticing her, caring for her, actually being a father to her.

She didn’t know what to do, all she knew is she couldn’t stay in New York anymore. Everything reminded her of her father, and she couldn’t bear to see Peter or Natasha in such overwhelming states of depression.

She moved to Gotham City a month later.

Thanks for reading this absolute mess of a fic, pls give me comments and feedback i really thrive off of them. if you want to be added to the tag list just drop an ask in my inbox lol. ill update as often as i can, updating schedule will be more consistent when school gets out and i dont have to deal with the shitshow that is junior year anymore lmao.

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