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jinjeriffic · 4 months

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DC x DP prompt/ficlet

Throwing my hat in the ring with this idea that has been doing the zoomies in my brain for days. The Tim/Danny Accidental Ghost Marriage to Fake Dating to Friends to Lovers AU:

Pariah Dark was a piece of shit. Before his imprisonment, mortals would sometimes manage to bargain with the Ghost King for scraps of power. One of the "standard" deals was to send PD a "Bride" to play with and feed on (because I HC he feeds on fear and pain) and what better way than a little mortal battery that couldn't get away from him? The deal was sealed with a cursed amulet. Now in one instance, the contract was never fulfilled (maybe the petitioner died before he could complete his half) and the amulet was lost. After Pariah was imprisoned and couldn't make deals anymore the knowledge of the rituals needed was gradually forgotten since they didn't work anymore...

Eventually the amulet gets dug up by archeologists (maybe in Egypt or Mesopotamia?) and ends up in a traveling exhibit in Gotham. A Rogue robs the place (Riddler? Two-Face? doesn't really matter). When the Bats show up to foil the robbery, during the fight with the goons a drop of Red Robin's blood gets on the amulet, there's a blinding flash of green light and the amulet is suddenly glued to him.

While everyone is dazed by the ghostly magic flashbang, Fright Knight pops out of a portal, yoinks Red Robin across his saddle and jumps back through the portal before anyone can stop him. Cue the Bats trying to frantically figure out what in the multi-dimensional occult hell happened and where RR went?!

Meanwhile, Danny is disturbed to receive a ghostly missive in his college dorm to tell him that his Mail Order Bride has been delivered to his Ghost Zone Palace and is awaiting him so they can consummate their Unholy Matrimony.

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Danny: Wtf I have to study I don't have time to get MARRIED

Fright Knight: I'm sorry my liege, but according to the laws of ghosts, gods and magic you already ARE

Danny: Wtf. How did this happen?

RR: I would like to know that too

Danny: Oh shit, you're a superhero. Frighty, you can't just kidnap people! Especially not SUPERHEROES!

RR: While that's good to hear, I would really like to know about this supposed marriage..?

FK: I am not aware of the exact details, I was merely summoned to retrieve the Bride of the Ghost King. There used to be standard magical contracts for this, which went into effect when the Bride bled on the King's Token...

RR: Shit

Danny: Hold on, PARIAH got married? Multiple times??

FK: ...but we can always consult the Royal Archivist, if we can dig him out from under the several thousand years worth of paperwork that piled up while there was no King actively ruling...

Danny: Oh ancients, am I gonna have to deal with that?? I have exams to prepare for, dude!

RR: ...the dead still have to do exams? And paperwork?? *horror*

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Some time and explanations later...

Royal Archivist: It took some digging, but I believe I have found the contract in question. You are one Timothy Drake-Wayne, correct?

Tim: Fml

RA: Ahem. The contract was sealed with your mortal blood, as is standard procedure. Congratulations, you are officially King-Consort of the Infinite Realms! Until death do you part, and all that

Danny: Can I see that contract? ...This isn't in English

RA: Oh dear, looks like we will have to schedule your Royal Highness classes in reading cuneiform/hieroglyphics

Tim: Okay, does it say anywhere in that contract how to dissolve it? What's the procedure for a ghost divorce? Fright Knight mentioned the previous king being married multiple times

RA: Well usually, when Pariah tired of a consort he would simply devour their soul...

Danny: Ewwwww I am so not doing that

Tim: I concur. I can't imagine my soul would taste good anyway

Danny: That's what you took from that??

RA: ...but when you die and your soul passes into the Afterlife proper, the contract will be fulfilled. As long as you're not resurrected again.

Tim: Nuts, there goes that loophole

RA: Until then you are the Consort and duty-bound to fulfill his Royal Highness' every whim; ghostly, spiritual, carnal...

Danny: *sinks through the floor in embarrassment*

Tim: Can't he just... release me from the contract? Take the amulet off me or something?

RA: Not without obliterating your soul, no

Danny and Tim: Fuck

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Some time later, while Danny is away consulting other ghosts on possible ways of dissolving the contract, they discover the nasty little clause that if Tim isn't in regular physical contact with Danny the amulet starts draining his life force. To prevent victims from escaping you see... Danny really really hates Pariah right now.

They eventually return to the mortal plane to explain to the Batfam what the hell is going on and that they're still trying to fix it. In the meantime, Danny can't miss any more classes (studying areospace engineering at MIT or sth) and Tim has to stick close to him because of the curse...

Alfred: Oh dear, looks like Master Timothy will have to go to college after all *unflappable British Smugness*

Bruce pulls a lot of strings to fast track Tim getting his high school diploma and let him attend classes with Danny (he's not officially enrolled yet, but Money, Dear Boy). They never know when Danny has to respond to a ghost emergency or Red Robin to a Bat emergency, so they stay pretty much joined at the hip in their civilian lives. Of course there's gonna be rumors. Why did the Wayne CEO suddenly drop everything to go to college? So they make up a story about Danny and Tim having been secret boyfriends for a while and Tim becoming so smitten that he moves with him to Boston...

Cue the fake dates, interviews with magazines, couple photoshoots to really sell the bit... and the two young men gradually becoming friends... and then "Feelings?? But what do I do?? He was forced into this?" etc.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #tim drake #red robin #danny fenton #ficlet #batman #batfam #accidental marriage #arranged marriage

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2smolbeans · 2 months

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I can see the yandere darling's support group going south fast, well, that is if some of the yandere figure it out. What if they have they own support group just for finding their darlings!? 😭😈

Note: This is an add-on to the yan's darling support group (you can read here for context ^^)

But Omg NOOOO- The poor darlings 😭😭

But tbh I totally agree and see this happening.

Like the yanderes would've also started off as a private facebook group called "losing the love of our lives" or smth like that. They would all share their stories through the chat and vent about how their lover either ran away, cheated, divorced them, and the whatnot! It started off as just a typical anonymous groupchat for people to vent, but when their true colors started to show- everyone realised that they were all the same and could truly tell the FULL story.

Yandere 1: "They killed themselves.. I don't believe it. I don't know how. I made sure to hide everything. I had cameras littered everywhere..I should've chopped their fucking hands off when I had the chance.."

Yandere 2: "They hit me square in the face with a rock.. It was a pretty nasty one as well. I had to go in for surgery and..Apparently this is how I lost my eye. They really hit it hard..Heh, they always were so feisty."

Yandere 3: "Sigh... They ran off after our honeymoon.. They were so loving and so adorable.. God, it was the best night of my life. They were so beautiful.. Of course, I forgot to lock the locks! Oh well.. I'll find them somehow.."

Yandere 4: "Our daughter.. They used our daughter. After everything I've provided, after the child we created.. They have the gnall to run away after I got rid of that 'pest' they were so attached to. Ex spouse or whatever. It's such a shame how brainwashed they are..And now our poor daughter is waiting for her favorite parent..I know I shouldn't be so soft after they've abandoned us, but I can't help it! I know they're just being hysterical! Once I get them back, I'm sure some treatment will help them get back to normal. And then we can be a happy family again."

Then of course once everyone is on the same board and level as eachother (AKA, everyone understands they are all just as crazy), they'll begin to meet in person at some diner or casual brunch- disscussing their plans to find each others beloved.

And you know..Yeah once one of them finds one darling walking to the group- and hell even decides to join their group for a while..Well the rest will find them and you can only imagine how that went.

Just all of them walking into that group, bewildered, shocked, and amused to see them. All of those darlings..Sadly, are rounded up in a nice bundle for their obessessor to finally pick them up.

But yeah! Thanks for that wonderful input lololol-- it made me have a good laugh once I thought about it 😂

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m1ssunderstanding · 2 months

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 3.1

I thank my lucky stars every night that Yoko eventually got sick of playing secret-keeper.

Paul: I didn't leave the Beatles. The Beatles have left the Beatles . . . John said he wanted a divorce. Alright, so do I. See how they say “Beatles” and they mean each other sometimes?

Derek Taylor on John's position on the break-up: if Paul were to approach him and say “let's do it together again” he probably would; with no more words, he would probably do it. Which is an insane claim to make to a world full of people grieving the greatest band to ever exist unless you are very very sure of that probability. But if it's true that that's all it would have taken, and Paul didn't do it? That hurts my head a little. Do we think he was just hurt too bad to want it back? Do we think he didn't know he had that kind of power? Do we think he was glad to be free of the group?

Ugh my heart can't take it. I'd cry too, John, watching that. I mean look at how they are looking at each other. Look at everything they've lost in a year. I'd bawl like a baby too.

Paul sends John a long, thorough letter, begging for them to legally end their partnership outside of a court. John's run out of cards at this point, but he still doesn't want to lose Paul, so he's just going to play dumb.

This is how bad he doesn't want to lose him, actually: he goes along with Klein in tricking Paul this time. Calls him up and asks him to come to the studio for a jam session, because it'll hurt his case in court. But for multiple reasons – the Eastmans were knowledgeable lawyers, and Paul might not have even wanted to be in a room with John at the time anyway – Paul doesn't come. Which John would've been hurt and angry over, no matter his motives.

"They tell you to stop crying at about age twelve. Be a man. What the hell's that?" I'm so proud of John for his (albeit long and backsliding) journey out of his toxic masculinity and violence. Something I honestly don't see him achieving without Yoko.

And from that quote it transitions to Paul in Scotland, looking like the embodiment of depression, as the opening of “Isolation” plays. It's perfect.

“And don't try to come over here. Or you might get in some trouble.” The way he just froze when he saw them filming him and then the next thing we see is him threatening them? Get ‘em, babe!

John sounds so giddy about this one-upping competition with Paul. I'll scare him and then he'll scare me!

The whole Lennon Remembers era is such a terrible case of diarrhea of the mouth in general, but the amount of homophobic language is quite striking compared to how John talked before and after.

John, talking about George in Rolling Stone: "he was working with two fucking brilliant songwriters and he learned a lot from us." People read that quote and just parrot it like they do with everything John said in this period and act like George had nothing to be angry over. He had every right to be much angrier and hold a much bigger grudge than he did.

And about George's new record, which was phenomenal and brilliant, John is transparently jealous and so cruel. If he'd said that about me and then asked me to play on his new record I'd tell him to go to hell. Why did George do it?

See and everyone who knows John knows how much he loved Brian and to hear him speaking so crassly and cruelly about Brian must've been a sure indication to them to just take the entire interview through that lense of “oh he's just saying shit”. But that's only the people who knew him. Everyone else for the rest of time took this shit as constitutional. And it pisses me off. It should be locked away in a vault somewhere and no one is allowed to listen to it until they've passed some kind of Beatles and emotional intelligence tests.

This crushes my soul. How warped must his definition of love have been by that point that he genuinely believed Phil Spector and Allen Klein loved him more than Paul and George did? It's bonkers.

John in 1967: all you need is love! John in 1971: the point of life is to manipulate people. . . . What the hell happened to you, buddy?

I go back and forth as to who's the smarter PR person: John or Yoko? Because maybe she's right. Maybe they shouldn't divulge that they're master manipulators. But is this one of those times when it's good to be all “look how honest we are about this! We're not hiding anything! We're saying bad things about ourselves too! So you should believe us about everything else!”

Really this documentarian should be hired to make all the music videos for all the Beatles and solo songs. This one for “Too Many People” is perfect. Paul walking into court with a full beard and a confident stride, John and Yoko in bed, Paul horse riding overlayed on Linda's gorgeous face like she's some goddess, designing his fate. All of it is just pure brilliance.

I'm forever laughing at just the title of the song, too. Because to John and Yoko it was so important that they were Weird and Off-putting. Different. Revolutionary. And to say “no. You're not special. There's actually an excess of people like you.” Is so funny to me.

“When she wants an A side, that's when we start fighting.” Oh gosh. Remember how I said he backslides a lot in his feminism journey? Yeah…

Insanity quote Hall of Fame. Yeah, I know he meant to say it's weird to be best friends with a woman. But it sounds like he's saying it's weird to fuck a woman. Which maybe he subconsciously means both idk.

Paul: we need to legally dissolve the partnership because it's the only way we're attached anymore. Ouch. Okay it's true. It's deserved. But that must've stung for the guy who was terrified of losing people. Must've sent him into fight or flight.

I think the point of this framing is to say that if they'd had facetime back then, instead of just crackly phone lines, HDYS would not have been written. Not with those puppy eyes staring him down like that.

Interviewer: the song wasn't even funny though. John: well I think it's hilarious. Interviewer: hmm. Lol I love hearing interviewers talk to John about his lyrics like he's a real guy doing a real job, though. Imagine a music critic now saying John Lennon wasn't clever in his lyrics. You can't, yeah. Me either.

What a slap in the face to Cynthia. Guess she wasn't Cool Girl enough. Should've gone girled him. That would be an excellent fic. Cyn and Jane gone girl their idiot bfs and John and Paul realize they're in love on death row. But anyway, yeah. If Paul would've just pet John's head . . .

Another absolutely bonkers thing to say. That's something the Rockstar’s ex wife says in a documentary ten years after he's dead, not something a songwriting partner says, completely unprompted, in an exiting the band interview.

And then he goes off on what I see as a self-soothing diatribe on Paul the family man. You can see the hoops he jumped through to get himself there. What did Paul want that I couldn't give him? A family. And is that justified? Absolutely not, only pussies and conservatives want families.

Allan Klein: were you and Paul ever really close, then? John: no. John: not that I didn't love him. I did. It's just that every time I let my guard down, he hurt me. Holy shit. At this point, after getting hit in the face with so much of John's Paul-made pain with nothing from the other side but pictures of the happy McCartney family, I'm genuinely feeling quite angry at Paul. Me. An extremely biased Paul girl who knows it's far more complicated and multi-dimensional than this. No wonder the uninformed public fucking hated his guts.

And as they're showing this quote, “I didn't want to hurt you,” plays mournfully in the background. They really are so twisted up in each other there's no separating individual identities.

Okay so he's a psychopath. So what? He's the sexiest man that ever was or ever will be. He's allowed to be a horrible person. No, but really. He's Get Back Paul but healthier. He's done with his depression drinking and he's been spending a lot of time proving he's still useful enough to exist by building fences and shearing sheep.

And this is how Paul talks about George to interviews. John said Klein made ATMP a success but Paul disagrees. "George recorded it all, wrote it all, did it all, wasn't anything to do with [Klein]. It was George's victory, wasn't it?" Compare that to how John does it and tell me again why the hell George is Team John?

What is Paul's obsession with daddies? Actually I know exactly what the obsession with daddies comes from, but we won't get into that here. I do find it interesting that in ‘69 he's saying “we do need a sort of central daddy figure.” And in ‘71 he's deriding John needing one and won't let John's daddy of choice touch him with a hundred foot pole.

I tend to think Paul chafes against authority in general, but that's actually not right. He never had a problem with George Martin. I think it's just abusive authority or authority he doesn't trust yet.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #yoko ono #linda eastman #understanding lennon mccartney #ulm

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v3lv3tsin · 16 days

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really, really | sim jaeyun

pairing: sim jaeyun x reader | genre: friends to lovers | warnings: no warnings <3 | word count: 5.0k | stefy's note: this idea hit me at 2-3am and well i'm going back a bit to my jake roots, so enjoy :)

[ BACK TO MASTERLIST ]

You never really spoke with Jake ever, and just knew him as "the hot transfer student from Australia", but that was until he had come up asking if you wanted to help him set up. Obviously you guy's best friends agreed to too, since you knew they already liked each other.

What you didn't think was that it would lead to you and Jake becoming incredibly close, to the point you'd hang out almost every day and grow really close, that others would start to think that you two were dating, which wasn't true, not yet, at least.

"y/n..." Jake hugged you tighter. He'd never thought cupid-ing would've lead to the both of you sitting on the swings in a park at two am after you had called him, crying in desperate need of comfort.

"Can i stay at yours tonight?" You asked embarassed. Ever since you became "friends", you started wearing his hoodies on a daily basis. Knowing that he lives alone and not wanting to hear your parents fight anymore, as they were getting divorced soon. You already explained the situation to him over the phone.

"Of course you can.. it's better than you being here alone with your 'awesome parents'.." He said sarcastically but in a playful matter, as he was clearly not a fan of them and would be more than happy to let you stay at his place for as long as you needed.

"Yeah right." You giggle a bit, hugging him tighter.

Jake wraps both of his arms around you tightly whole chuckling. "Plus it would be nice to have some company, my bed is awfully big for just me." You giggle a bit and add. "So will your couch."

"What? You aren't sleeping in my bed?" He smirks leaning into your neck and kissing your shoulder jokingly. You nuzzle your head in his chest giggling, feeling embarassed. "Maybe."

"Aww come on...you have to sleep with me or else i can't sleep." Jake whined, clearly not used to sleeping alone anymore. "But we have to watch a movie first." You added looking at him.

"Only if you let me pick.." He smirked at you, he knew you were in no position to say no to him, not now at least, not after you two had gone to the extent of basically flirting and acting like a couple at this point which makes him believe you could say yes to anything.

"Fineee, but not the lego movie again." You rolled your eyes giggling. "We watched it five times already."

Jake beamed, he had the biggest smile while giggling along with you and gave you a quick peck on the forehead. "That's my girl.." Jake smirked proudly once again, now he knew why everyone was shipping you guys, being alone with you would put a smile on anyone's face, including him.

You blushed a bit, looking at him and nuzzling your head in his neck embarassed

"Let's just get to my place alright..? I've got snacks.. and a much better bed than this" Jake teased as he got up, he held out a hand for you and was waiting for you to follow him back to his place.

"But do i get to change this hoodie to another one that's new?" You said reffering to the hoodie you were wearing which was his, taking his hand.

"Fine.. but if i find you wearing my clothes again in the morning, I'm not letting you borrow anything ever again" Jake teased, you could tell he wasnt actually annoyed by you wearing his hoodies.. he just acted annoyed but you probably knew better than anyone else at this point that this boy liked it.

"But they're better than mine." You whined following him home.

"Fine, fine keep them, but only because the thought of you wearing my clothes is kinda hot" Jake said with a smirk while walking with you to his place, he stopped infront of the front door and opened it for you.

"Kinda hot?" You teased him, pushing his shoulder playfully.

Jake blushed and looked away before mumbling. "Very hot." Jake looked back and smirked and then pushed you into the wall teasingly. "I dont want you to ruin my hoodies though, so no washing" He teased again.

"No washing?" You asked, fakely offended by what he just said.

Jake chuckles and nods his head "Yes.. no washing.. besides I think they smell better when youre the one wearing them." He said teasingly, as he leaned a little closer to you, closing the gap between you two, looking into your eyes.

"Oh do they?" You said teasing him, tilting your head to look at him better.

Jake smirked and put both of his hands on your waist. "Very much so... they smell almost like a sweet.. perfume.. i cant get it off my mind"He says teasing you, but its almost as if hes being serious, you think you might be starting to have an effect on this boy.

"Lilies." You whispered to his ear, reffering to the perfume he is talking about.

"Yes.. that's it." Jake whispers back as if in a trance, it was clear he was obsessed with that specific scent, you knew right then and there that you'd be wearing that perfume everytime you hang with him if this was the way he loved it on you.. not that it was necessarily a bad thing for you.

"Told you." You said wrapping your hands around his neck, playing with his hair.

"Well if i didnt know better... i'd think you were putting some kind of love potion in every one of my hoodies" Jake said with a light chuckle as he moved his hands to rest on your hips, still being pretty close to you as he looks down at you.

"I know you love the harry potter universe but no, i don't use love potions on you." You said giggling.

Jake rolls his eyes teasingly and chuckles "Damn, well i guess i gotta stick with the idea that your natural scent is like an aphrodisiac to me then" He said while he pulled you in tightly into a hug so that your face was buried in his chest, wrapping his arms around you before planting a quick kiss on your forehead.

"And i'll take that as a compliment." You nuzzled your head in his chest, giving him the biggest and cutest smile.

Jake smirked. "Good, you should take that as a compliment" He said teasingly, he held you closely to him and played with your hair, before he noticed something. "Hold on a second.. are you wearing any perfume??"

"See for yourself." You said leaning your head against the wall, letting him have access to your neck.

Jake's face was now buried in your neck, he sniffed it a few times before he pulled back confused. "Wait.. theres no perfume.. just the smell of your body?" He said sounding almost shocked and confused, he smirked at you as if thinking up something. "So you mean to tell me that the only thing that drives me crazy is just you?"

"Exactly." You smiled looking at him while playing with his hair.

Jake's face was bright red at this point and he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "So all this time..... there was truly no love potion?.. damn it.. i was starting to think that you were slowly and secretly making me fall in love with you" He teased with a smirk as he started to caress your cheek.

"Next time i promise i'll learn how to make spells." You giggled, leaning into his touch.

"Oh so you weren't already using love spells on me??" Jake teased, it was clear now that you two were officially flirting with each other, this conversation pretty much sealed the deal for him.. which meant that he was definitely not going to be sleeping alone that night.

"It's my natural charm." You smiled, looking at him.

"Natural charm? oh please.. dont be so full of yourself now" Jake said teasingly as he smirked at you, you could tell he was still trying to process how the girl he's been pining over for two solid months now is flirting with him, this wasnt something he expected to hear from you, it was like Christmas and his birthday all in one.

"I'm just saying the truth." You smirked still keeping eye contact.

Jake chuckles as he rolls his eyes, this girl was something else. "If you truly believe you're that beautiful then you're crazy"

You looked at him and pretend to be fakely offended by what he said. "Now you hurt my feelings!"

Jake quickly realized that he took it too far, he probably didnt mean to actually insult you, which was why he quickly added. "Okay okay okay.. my bad, you have some sort of 'charm' if that's what you wanna hear, but you still arent going to admit to using love spells on me"

"Fineee, i learned how to do love spells!" You giggled, curious of his reaction.

Jake's face was red again as he let out a small chuckle. "Well damn, that would explain a lot actually, there's no way a girl as pretty and sweet as you liked me.. there had to have been some sorta of love spell used on me" He teased back, but this time he did sound like he was being somewhat genuine.

You pouted, hearing the way he talked about himself. "Someone like you? Jake, you're an amazing guy.

Jake's jaw practically dropped to the floor when he heard those words, he wasnt used to getting compliments, definitely not like this anyway, he smirked back a little trying to play it cool as he tilted his head at you. "Ah you're just saying that though.. im a very boring guy really."

"Sure you are." You teased him back, giggling then decided to state the truth. "That's why you're the basketball captain."

Jake rolled his eyes playfully, you caught him, he really wasn't boring if he was captain of the basketball team. "Okay yeah, you got me, i'm not boring... but I'm not 'amazing' either.. im not even that good looking"

You looked at him shocked. "What? Not good looking? You're known as the "hot transfer student, i think that sums it all up."

Jake snickered. "Do people actually call me that? well now you sound like youre complimenting me only because im cute" He teased, he seemed to be in a much better mood now, he still couldn't believe that someone as amazing as you was complimenting him.

"But you're cute." You ruffled his hair, wanting to help with his confidence.

Jakes face was once again red as he chuckled. "Shut up.. im not that cute, alright? and just because people are constantly staring at me as we walk down the hallway doesn't mean that im "hot""

"Sure it doesn't, sweetheart" You teased him back, giggling and going inside the living room.

Jake rolled his eyes as you called him sweetheart, he tried to pretend he hated it but he really liked it when you called him sweetheart. "So you want any snacks or anything?" He asks as he walks to the kitchen, his tone was still playful, he was slowly getting more comfortable around you which made all this flirting even better.

"Well anything you want, i'm ok with anything." You sat on the counter, making yourself comfortable, still keeping eye contact.

Jake noticed you sitting on the counter and smirked before asking. "So not picky huh?" He said teasingly, this was his kind of girl.. not picky, not annoying and best off.. she actually wanted to be around him, he grabbed himself a soda before he turned to face you once again. "So.. where are you planning on sleeping tonight?"

You looked at him thinking. "You're bed seems pretty comfortable." You smiled a bit.

"Yeah my bed is pretty comfy indeed" Jake smirked, he liked the thought of this much better than you sleeping alone at your place with your parents fighting. "So we sharing orrr?" He teased as he took another sip of his soda.

"So i mean that you probably will be on the floor by the time you even reach the bed." You giggled, thinking about what will his reaction be.

"So you'd push me off the bed to make room for yourself?" He teased pretending to be offended, he was very much enjoying this back and fourth flirting. "How selfish of you.. especially after i offered you the comfort of my bed" Jake said mockingly but in a clear teasing tone.

"What can i say, i'm very selfish when it comes to sleeping." You chuckled, taking a sip from his soda.

Jake couldn't help but laugh a little at that. "So.. what you're basically saying is that not only are you selfish when it comes to sleeping, but you would also take up a ton of room to make sure that your comfort is top priority" He teased teasingly, he really had no clue what was coming next but he was fine with whatever the outcome was going to be considering you still agreed to sleep in the same bed as him.

"That's exactly what i'm saying." You nodded, curious of his reaction.

Jake chuckled once again and sighed. "Fine.. but i get to pick which side you get to be on.. deal?" He said with a smirk, he was just messing with you but he was curious to how you would react, was she going to be fine with that or get mad? the anticipation and curiosity was killing him.

"Fineee" You rolled your eyes, agreeing with him.

"Okay good, so that's settled.. we're both sleeping on my bed" Jake said sounding rather genuine, he looked at you as he waited for an answer, he was hoping that this conversation would eventually lead to something more, but he was afraid to make the first move just in case you declined.. but for now, he was going to enjoy this flirting as much as he could.

"Come on, don't ask so surprised, we slept in the same bed many times." You said thinking about the amount of times the two of you have been into trips and slept together in the same bed.

Jake's face went red when you said that, he completely forgot about the times on the trips where you slept along-side him in the same bed, when he noticed that he suddenly smirked and said with a teasing tone. "So you mean to tell me that you liked sleeping in the same bed with me on those trips? I mean why would you wanna share a bed if you found it uncomfortable?"

"The bed was uncomfortable, not sleeping beside you." You said while wrapping your hands around his neck.

Jakes face went completely red when you wrapped your hands around his neck, he couldnt believe how lucky he was sometimes, here was this beautiful girl, who was willing to share a bed with him and admit to him that sleeping next to him had been her favorite part of those trips. "Is that so?" He teased sounding impressed, he kept his eyes locked onto yours as a smirk spread across his lips.

"Mhm." You nodded into affirmation, still keeping eye contact with him.

"So do you enjoy sleeping next to me then?" Jake teased with a smirk, he couldnt find another way to ask the question without sounding somewhat goofy.. he did however like playing it cute with you.

"Your cuddles are the best." You blushed and looked at him embarassed by just confessing that to him.

Jake's face went more red as you said that, he was glad that you found his cuddles enjoyable.. he really didnt have anything else he was good at otherwise other than basketball, so the thought of being good at cuddling you made him more happy than he could ever let known. "My cuddles? that's all?" He teased with a smirk, he chuckled, he really was enjoying this flirting and banter.

"Too obvious." You giggled while playing with his hair.

Jake smirked and chuckled as you played with his hair, the action was so soothing, yet you had no clue how much it meant to him that you were playing with his hair like this. "It is obvious isnt it? it's the obvious truth though.. im not too bad of a catch right?" He asked while he smirked, he knew the answer to that question just based on how you were so comfortable around him alone, the flirting, even the fact that you slept in the same bed as him during trips said enough.

"Not bad." You said giggling, coming closer to him.

Jake smirked as you came closer, he liked that you were doing that, he was also wondering just how close you were really planning on getting that you'd be basically pressed up against him. "Not bad?" He teased as he looked you up and down. "I think i'm the most catchiest boy you've ever met" Jake joked confidently.

"And so modest." You said teasing him.

Jake rolled his eyes playfully as you teased him. "I have to brag about my many.. many amazing qualities, its how i win over pretty girls like you" He teased you back, he knew damn well he wasnt the most modest guy, in fact he was far from it when it was just him alone but he just couldnt help acting like the cocky and confident guy he always presented himself to others as.

"That's why all of our friends started shipping us." You giggled and continued to tease him.

Jakes face went completely red when you mentioned that you and him were being "shipped", you were the first one who actually brought it up with him and that caught him off guard. "So all of our friends ship us as if they can tell we're in love or something? is that it?" He asks teasingly but he was also curious if you were one of these people who actually liked the idea of you two being together.

"They have been doing for some time." You giggled. "Don't tell me you don't know?"

Jake rolls his eyes playfully as he chuckles. "Oh no i know very well they have, I just haven't really given it much thought.. but now that youre mentioning it, do you like that people ship us together?"

"Maybe we should." You blushed, tilting your head to see his reaction better.

Jakes heart was pounding when you said that, he couldnt really believe that you were actually saying this right now, he couldnt believe it. "Maybe we should?" That was exactly what he wanted hear, he was dying to actually date you, he wanted to have you to him self, make you his own and him being yours.. that was what he yearned for when it came to you.

"Hopefully this answers your questions." You said, kissing him softly.

Jakes heart skipped a beat when your lips touched his, his hand moved instinctively to wrap around your waist as he pulled you towards him, now their was no need for him to suppress his smirk, he was getting exactly what he wanted. He kissed you back as his grip on your waist tightened and he pulled you closer to him, their was no way that this was all a dream, this was real right?. You pulled away after some time to catch your breath.

Jake's breath was heavy as he finally pulled away from the kiss, it took him a few seconds to recover but once he did he smiled at you. "So does that mean that you'd be willing to date me?" He asked coyly with a smirk, he wanted a straight answer, after all his heart is racing right now.

"That's exactky what this means." You smiled and played with his hair.

Jakes smile grew bigger once you said yes, his whole world just got that much better, he couldnt contain himself and leaned forward to kiss you again. You kissed him back, coming closer to him.

Jake's mind went blank when your lips once again touched his, his hold around your waist tightened as he pulled you closer, he didnt want to stop kissing you, ever.. it felt like time had stopped, it was just you and him there, no distractions, just kisses and him feeling your presence and yours alone.

You continued to kiss him and said between the kisses. "So no lego movie tonight?"

"No lego movie tonight.." Jake says through our kisses as he wraps his arms around your body, he then slowly pulls away from the kiss, he lets out just a tiny little giggle as he looks at you. "Are we actually dating now? or is this just a friends with benefits situation?" He said teasingly with a smirk.

You looke at him, rolling your eyes giggling a bit. "Well what do you want it to be?"

"I want it to be an actual official relationship.. just you and me" Jake replies quickly with a smirk, he meant what he said, he wanted the relationship between you and him to be official, not something temporary.. he wanted to be with you and he wanted you to be only his and his alone.

"So do i." You kissed his cheek softly.

Jake chuckles and rubs his cheek where you kissed it. "That makes me happy to hear" He says smiling, he then thinks for a moment as he leans forward to give you a quick peck on your lips. "But we still need to figure out a way to actually tell our friends that we're dating.. they've been shipping us and trying to get us together for weeks.. i know they'll go crazy once they find out"

"Can we not think about it now?" You pouted a bit not wanting to think about how you're gonna tell your friends about your relationship. "We'll figure out a way."

Jake chuckles and his smile grows once again once you pout. "Fineeee, we dont have to think about it right now.. we can figure it out later, right now im not letting you out of my sight" He says wrapping his arms around you once again, he pulls you back into him so that you were pressed against him.

You giggled looking at him. "Sure you won't."

Jake chuckles. "Oh im sure of it.. in fact i wouldnt dare let you out of my sight.. we're dating now so you better get used to it" He says teasingly as he smiles at you, his grip around you doesn't loosen up or anything.. he couldnt bring himself to let go of you after you guys just made it official, he was just too happy to want that in the moment.

"Possesive..." You smiled a bit, looking at him. "I like it."

Jake chuckles as you say this. "Am i coming off as possessive? because id happily be possessive over you" He says with a teasing tone, he really wasnt trying to be possessive, it just came naturally to him when it came to you.

"Come off as possesive? You're very possesive." You smiled as you played with his hair.

"Well you're just too pretty and attractive, im not letting anyone else have a chance to look at you" Jake says smirked as his grip around you tightened a bit, it was all playful but he was being serious when it came to not wanting anyone else to have a chance to look at you.

"Sure you won't." You said smiling and then looking at the clock remembering that the two of you have school tomorrow.

"Oh right.. school.." Jake says with an amused shake of his head, he completely spaced the fact that you guys have school tomorrow, he was getting a little too carried away by flirting and making it official that they're dating that he forgot that he needed to be up in the morning.

You pouted as you looked at him. "Come on, you have practice tomorrow, and besides i need to steal more of your clothes."

"Oh you're in the mood to steal more clothes now huh? i'll let you take as much as you want" Jake says teasingly as he shrugs his shoulders, it wasnt like he minded that you were currently borrowing his hoodies and sometimes his t-shirts, that just meant that he got to see you walk around in them and that was enough to satisfy him.

"I'm always in the mood to steal your clothes, and you know i saw so many girls wearing their boyfriend jerseys." You told him suggesting that you want to wear one of his jerseys and wear it for his game and practice. "And maybe i can see your practice."

Jake chuckles as you suggest that you want to steal his jersey and come see him practice, he wasnt really surprised that you were willing to do that, especially considering how much girls like to do similar things, he was just surprised that you were actually going to do it. "You want to watch me play basketball?" He asks curiously looking at you, if anything now that you guys were official, he was more willing to let you watch and see his practices, it felt good knowing that you'd be watching from the bleachers.

"Maybeeee" You blushed, nuzzling your head in his chest.

Jake chuckles as you nuzzled your head in his chest, he was more than happy to let you do that, he liked when you snuggled into him as he wrapped his arms around you, just the small act meant so much to him. "That sounds like a yes" He replies teasingly as he looks at you with a smile, he just couldnt stop himself from giving you another kiss on your head.

"Still." You added looking at the clock again. "You still need to ace the game on Friday."

Jake sighs as he looks over at the clock again aswell and realizes you were right, he does need to sleep but at the same time, he was having so much fun being with you right now, he didnt want to end the moment so early. "I know, but i dont think im going to be able to sleep with you around" He says teasingly with a smirk, he definitely had to go to sleep and make sure he gets plenty of rest but he was just enjoying having you in his arms way too much.

"I'm hoping the cuddles can help you sleep." You smiled trying to convince him. "Cause at the rate that my parents fight i could just move in."

Jake chuckles as you say this, he never really knew about how your home life was when it came to your parents, even though he felt bad that you had to be around that kindve of environment, he was somewhat glad that he got to spend so much time with you.. "So are you actually willing to move in with me?" He asks teasingly, he hadnt meant for that question to come out at all, it just slipped from his mouth without realizing it.

"Let's not think about it now." You said, thinking that is it too early to even know about any plans of moving in with him.

Jake chuckles as you said that. "Right right.. we can think about that later.." He says with a light giggle and smirk. "Im willing to let you move in anytime you want, but you know what would really help me sleep right now?"

"What? Kisses, cuddles." You added, still thinking about his question.

"Exactly.. kisses and cuddles.. that's what would really help me sleep good tonight" Jake says teasingly before pulling you closer to him and planting a kiss on your forehead.

You smiled as he kissed your forehead and asked curiously. "Soo that means we finally sleep." It would be a lie to say that you weren't tired.

"If thats fine with you that means we finally get to fall asleep together" Jake says with a smile, he was more than ready to actually go to sleep with you in his arms, it felt like the most comfortable thing ever.

"Well now we get to cuddle as a couple that's differnet and besides i need to steal more of your hoodies." You said giggling and kissing his cheek.

Jakes smile grew wider when you said this, you were right, this was different now that you two were official.. and you were right about you stealing more of his hoodies, he didnt mind of course as long as you were the one who's stealing them away from him. "You need to steal more of my hoodies now? how many more do you need to steal?" He joked with a chuckle as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist again, he was more than happy to cuddle with you the night away.

You giggled, leaning into his king sized bed and looking at him, but kissing him before doing so. "But i can steal them tomorrow so don't worry." You smile reassuring him that it's time to sleep since it's almost three am.

"You're really trying to steal my whole wardrobe huh?" Jake says teasingly as he giggles lightly with you when you lean onto his king sized bed, he doesnt mind if you steal away the hoodies or shirts he owns, it just meant that you get to look even more cute in them. "We should go to bed, it is pretty late right now" He agrees as he plants another gentle kiss on your forehead.

And so you did, Jake fell asleep with his hand around your waist and your head leaning onto his muscular chest. That's how it happened. You were accidentaly in love.

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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Eventual smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 4: A Wedding of Presidential Proportions

You couldn't sleep when you got back to the White House. You were pacing the floor of your room, trying to fabricate a believable love story for you and Bradley.

You would say that you'd gotten close during his campaign, and he proposed the night he was elected. That would explain why he risked his life for you after the last debate and why you held the Bible and danced with him at the inauguration. That would be believable.

You also had to think of a wedding date. It would need to be soon. Now that the people knew, they would push for a wedding. You settled on October. That would give you two months to figure this out.

You'd have to tell your parents tomorrow because you knew they would have questions, but you couldn't tell them the truth.

You were furiously trying to write notes down when you realized you should probably check on Bradley. It was almost two in the morning. You hoped he was still awake.

You grabbed your robe and note cards before sneaking down the hallway. You knocked once on his door before it flew open.

"You can't sleep either?" He asked you. "No. But I've been productive. You say as you enter his room.

You spend the next twenty minutes going over the tale you have spun for the two of you. He sits silently and nods along as you pace back and forth across the carpet of his bedroom.

"So, does it sound believable?" You ask him once you finish. "It does. You've really put a lot of thought into this." He agrees with you.

"Now, for a wedding date, I was thinking October because by the time the story gets out, we will have been 'planning' one for a few months." You tell him.

"Do we really have to get married? I mean, William and Kate dated for ten years before tying the knot." Bradley points out. "Yes, but their engagement was about a year. Trust me, I've thought about dragging it out, but with the digital age we live in, it gives people too long of a chance to find out we are lying." You explain to him.

"Okay, so after we get married, how long until we can get divorced?" He asks you. You stop in your tracks. You hadn't even thought about that.

"Well—" you begin, "If we get divorced in less than two or so years, people are going to be extremely upset. It will look bad on you, and the tabloids will start fabricating stories of infidelity between us, and it would tank your chances at reelection and my chances of ever working again." You continue.

"But, if we get divorced after two years, that would be peak reelection campaign time, and again, people would be angry that their favorite first couple is breaking up and it would give your opponents fuel for a smeer campaign and probably tank your ratings and cause a scandal." You tell him. Then it hits you like a ton of bricks.

"Oh my god." You breathe out. "What?" Bradley asks you as he sits up from his chair.

"The only way to prevent this whole thing from killing both of our careers is to stay together and get divorced after you get reelected or lose the 2028 election. It would be at least four years of marriage. Four years of a lie." You state.

You can feel the heat rising in your chest as the anxiety sets it. You being to pace faster around his room. Your eyes are wide with a far off look in them.

"Oh my god, we can't do this. We can't commit to this for FOUR YEARS Bradley. What was I thinking when I said that? I'll tell you what—I wasn't thinking. I didn't want the media to brand me as someone who slept her way to the top, but now I've sentenced both of us to a life of scrutiny in the public eye!" You shout at him.

"We can't do this. I was wrong about everything I said. I didn't have a plan, I wasn't thinking I just did, and now I've screwed everything up." Your voice starts to tremble. Your chest tightens, making it harder for you to breathe. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

Bradley can see the cracks in your armor starting to break. The facade that you wear so well is slipping. His heart breaks when he sees the first tears slip down your cheeks. He's never seen you cry before. Come to think of it, he's never seen you as anything other than put together. He's shocked to see you like this. Emotional, vulnerable, raw.

"Where's my phone? I have to call Jaycee. I have to have her publish a story saying that I was lying and that we aren't a couple." You choke out. Your hands are trembling as you try to unlock your phone, but it's no use. The device falls from your fingers and crashes to the carpet.

That's all that it takes for you to fall to your knees and sob. Rooster immediately jumps from his seat and pulls you close to him. You're babbling about how you're sorry to him and about how you can save his career by tanking your own.

It's killing him inside to see you like this. To know that he's the reason you're having a panic attack at three in the morning. He doesn't know how to respond. Normally, you're the one picking up the pieces for him. So he does the only thing his can think to do. He sinks down on the floor next to you and pulls you close to him. He tucks you under his chin and rubs your back to soothe you.

"Y/N. Y/N—please, take a breath. Look at me." Bradley tells you softly. He takes your chin and gently directs it to meet his eyes.

"Let's take a couple of deep breaths together. Come on, breathe with me. Breathe in—and breathe out." He directs you. He repeats this several more times until your breathing is back under control, and you aren't crying anymore.

"Okay, let's talk through this slowly. We have two options. We can get married, spend the four years together, and then get a quick and amicable divorce after the election. If we do that, we both have a good chance of being able to continue our political careers, right?" He looks to you for your approval. You nod your head.

"Or, you commit political suicide by saying what? You made up the whole thing because you didn't want the media slandering you?" He asks. "It seems like they would slander you even more if you said we lied." He tells you.

"I can tell them that I can onto you, I was harassing you. Trying to blackmail you or something. If I did that, it would save your image. I could never work in politics again, though. I'd have to leave D.C." You stutter out, the anxiety still not fully gone from your body.

The thought of you leaving made Bradley sick to his stomach. He couldn't let you give up your dream for him.

"No." He says. "I won't let you do that. I can't let you do that. I wouldn't be in this position of power if it wasn't for you. I can't do this without you. I need you." He tells you earnestly.

"We are already friends. We can do this. We'd only have to pretend for the cameras and in the public eye. Behind closed doors, it doesn't matter. We can fake it til we make it." He laughs.

"You sure?" You ask him. "Positive." He confirms. You nod your head and smile at him. He helps you up. You take a deep breath and feel some relief.

You pause for a beat, and Bradley can see the exact moment you put your mask back on. Gone is the vulnerability you'd just shared with him, and back was the bravado he'd seen you wear so well.

"You know you'll have to make sure any hookup you bring here signs and NDA, right?" You ask him.

"Come again?" He blurts out with a look of confusion. The sudden change in your demeanor has his head spinning.

"Look, Bradley, even if we have to be married for a bit, I don't expect you to be celibate the entire time. You won't be the first president to have a mistress, but you'll be the first with permission. You snicker at the last part.

"I mean I'll do the same." You reassure him.

Bradley is too stunned to speak. The idea of either of you having a lover made his heart ache. He couldn't stomach the thought of another man touching you or getting to see the side of you that you kept closed off from him.

"Yeah, I understand." He hesitated. The silence around the two of you was uncomfortable.

"Right. So, I'm going to call a jeweler in the morning so we can pick out a ring and make sure you memorize these cards." You tell him as you hand him some flash cards, breaking the tension.

"I have the ring covered." Bradley tells you. "What?" You ask him. Unsure if you heard him correctly. "I have the ring covered. I'll memorize the cards. For now, we both need to get some sleep." He rubs your arms in a reassuring way.

"Okay. You're right. Goodnight, Bradley." You tell him as you leave his room. "Goodnight, Mrs. Bradshaw" He calls down the hallway after you. You roll your eyes and try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

The next day around lunch, Jake storms into your room. "Wise-woman! Girl, what the fuck?!" He asks you.

"Jake, I don't have time for this. I was in a life or death situation. It was either fake engagement or political ruin. I did what I had to do." You explain to him. "I know, I know. Rooster already gave me the same speech. So you're really going to do this interview. Get married and all that jazz?" Jake asks as he comes to sit with you.

He flops down on the couch in your sitting room while absent-mindedly tossing a baseball in the air.

"Yeah, it's not ideal, but it keeps all of us employed. Well, let me rephrase that. It keeps you and Bradley employed. Meanwhile, I get to be paraded around as a piece of arm candy, and the only thing people are going to care about is what time wearing." You sigh.

"You know there are way worse things than being the First Lady of the United States. You think that no one is going to care about what you have to say, but Bradley will. He values your opinion more than any of his advisors. And you could have a serious social impact. Doesn't every First Lady have a platform that she focuses on during her time? Think of the change you could make. The good you could do in the world." Jake tells you. You hadn't really thought about it that way.

"Plus, do you know how many women in America would gladly take your place? I do, because I've seen the tweets and the tiktoks. Marrying Bradley isn't the prison sentence you're making it out to be." Jake finishes his pep talk to you before silently tossing his ball some more.

You sit there, taking in his words and processing them.

Neither of you is sure what to say until Jake speaks again. "So, on another note, your friend at the Post who's interviewing you—is she single by chance?" Jake asks you.

You laugh at his comment. Of course, he would ask you about Jaycee when you're having a crisis moment.

"Jake! You're such an asshole!" You laugh as you throw a pillow from the couch at him.

"Knock knock." Bradley comes in. "And that's my cue to go." Jake says as he gets up to leave.

Bradley comes and sits down next to you. He puts a small box on the table in front of you. "Go on. Open it." He tells you.

You open it, and your breath catches in your throat. Inside is the most beautiful ring you've ever seen. It's an oval cut diamond, easily five karats or better. It's flanked by two pear cut amethysts and set on a silver band.

"Bradley how—" you ask him. "Called in a favor." He tells you. You stare at it a moment before he takes it out of the box and slips it on your hand. "Size eight. Just like you said." He smiles at you. "Oval because of the Oval Office, right?" You joke with him. "Exactly." He breathes out.

"So, are you ready for this interview?" You ask him. "If I'm being honest, no. But I know that just like everything else, we can get through it together." Bradley kisses your cheek and pats your leg before getting up to leave. The skin where his lips touched buzzes with a familiar feeling that you're desperately trying to push back down.

Thanks to your careful planning, you made it through the interview with Jaycee. By the time you and Bradley arrived back to the White House, you were trending on social media, and #Wiseshaw was going viral. You had succeeded in pacifying the nation for a while.

Now, the real challenge began: planning a wedding.

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"Does it really matter so much about the flowers!" You groaned into the sofa cushion. The wedding was a week away, and instead, if sitting in on interviews for who was going to take over your position once you became the First Lady, you were with Jake and Jaycee picking out center pieces.

You had hated all of the aspects of planning the wedding. You hated them because over the past two months, you'd found yourself unable to deny the fact that you had feelings for Bradley. He truly was the man of your dreams, but the only reason you were able to have him was because of a lie.

Magazines, news outlets, and social media called you the perfect political power couple. The people ate up the engagement shoot you'd released, and the buzz of your upcoming nuptials was all anyone could talk about. People were rabid wondering what your dress was going to look like, who would be on the guest list, and most importantly, people wondered how long it would be until the two of you had children.

Of course, there was speculation that you were already pregnant due to how fast you were getting married from the time you announced your engagement. If only the people knew that your husband would never touch you like that.

You were broken from your thoughts by Jake.

"Yes, it really does matter, Wise- woman. You and the president are getting married. This is the closest thing America is ever going to get to a royal wedding." You looked at Jaycee and rolled your eyes because you knew Jake was right. This would be the first time a president had gotten married in office in over a hundred years. In the minds of many, this was a royal wedding. The two of you were the American Will and Kate.

"Jakey is just trying to be helpful as the best man and all." Jaycee tells you as she gets up to wrap her arms around him.

"If you two could keep it in your pants while I'm here, I would appreciate it." You tell them. You shuttered at the memory of finding out they were seeing each other. You had gone to Jake's office to ask him to sign off on some things, and instead, you found him and Jaycee, using his desk for purposes that it was not intended for.

"Oh c'mon, don't be such a grumpy gills. You'll be getting your taste of a man in power soon enough." Jaycee laughs.

"No, I will not. This marriage is a business arrangement. I'm not going to sleep with Bradley. I'm not even going to move out of my room." You tell them. You get up to leave as Jake and Jaycee shoot each other a knowing look.

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Saturday comes quicker than you expected. All morning, people are fussing over you and helping you get ready. Jaycee is doing her best to keep you calm. You aren't nervous because you are getting married. You're nervous because your life is about to change.

You wonder if Bradley has the same knots in his stomach or if he is calm and collected.

The funny thing is, as he's getting ready, Bradley wonders the same thing about you.

He's paced around his room about five hundred times since he woke up this morning. You had no clue that Jake and Bradley's godfather Maverick had been trying to keep him calm.

He knows it's just about time, and his hands shake as he tries to tie his bow tie. You always make it look so easy. He growls in frustration before Maverick takes over. "The last time I saw a Bradshaw, this nervous was when Goose was getting ready to marry your mom. He was awful with ties, too." Maverick smiles at him, trying ease the tension. "They'd be so proud of you, kid." Maverick smiles as he smooths out Bradley's collar.

Soon, the wedding coordinator is coming to get them. It was time.

The wedding is to be held in the Rose Garden with a reception to follow in the banquet room of the White House. Everything is perfect. The chairs, the flowers, the table settings, the center pieces, the decor. All of it is fit for a wedding of presidential proportions. You'd spent two months going over seating charts, menu options, and cake flavors. Every time you asked Bradley what he wanted, he always responded with, "Whatever you want dear." You roll your eyes at the memory. Of course, he would be better in a fake relationship than any of your previous real ones.

As you put the finishing touches on your makeup, the thought of running crosses your mind.

You don't have time to ponder it though. It's almost show time. Your mother and Jaycee help you into your dress. It's a soft taffeta ball gown with ruching on the bodice. Its sleeves are slightly off the shoulder, and it has a jeweled belt at the waist. You could describe your dress best as "a modern take on Jackie Kennedy." Your mother helped you secure your cathedral length veil in your hair. She brushed a few stray hairs from your face before making sure your oval pendant was centered on your neck. Jaycee handed you your bouquet of lavender roses before grabbing the train of your dress and veil to help you out of your room.

Your father smiled when he saw you. Both of your parents were so proud of you. Their daughter was about to be the First Lady.

You took a deep breath as you walked out of french doors to the top of the staircase.

Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest as your feet carried you down the steps. It felt like you were in autopilot.

The violin quartet began to play "august" as Maverick walked down the aisle, holding framed photos of his parents before sitting them in two reserved seats. Jake followed him with your mother before coming back. Several of his former Navy friends escorted your bridesmaids down the aisle. Then, Jaycee and Jake made their way down the aisle. As the song looped, you could help think about the irony of it all. The man that you were about to marry would never be yours, not really.

Soon, it was your turn. You smiled as you heard the first bars of "Wildest Dreams" start to play. If it was one thing Bradley knew about you, it was how much you loved Taylor Swift. It only seemed fitting that he would pick two of her songs for your wedding.

Damn him and his ability to give you butterflies. It wasn't fair.

Everything moved in slow motion. The walk down the stair case and down the aisle felt like the longest ten minutes of your life. You did your best to look the part of the perfect blushing bride, but it was so hard.

Looking out at the perfectly place chairs with their perfectly draped cloth covers and perfectly tied lavender bows made you feel sick.

The sight of the wooden pergola draped in in greens and tulle made your knees weak. The meticulous rolled out white cloth that was covered in dainty lavender flower petals for the aisle had the bile in your stomach rising to your throat.

Everything was so perfect. Or at least it would have been if this was real. Your father could feel you tense up as you reached the bottom of the stair case and turned to stand at the end of the aisle. He patted your hand to comfort you. Everyone rose up from their seats, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to look up and look at Bradley. He was standing at the top of the aisle beaming at you. Suddenly, all of the anxiety you were feeling melted away. A genuine smile crossed your face as you began to almost float towards him.

You watched him brush a few stray tears from his eyes.

Your eyes stayed trained on Bradley the whole time. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was actually in love with you.

"You look beautiful." He whispered to you as you joined him at the altar. "Your tie's crooked." You whisper back. "Sorry, I didn't have help." He chuckled before the officiant asked everyone to be seated.

The ceremony goes by in a flash. You and Bradley exchanged vows and rings. And soon you heard the officiant say, "Mr. President, you may kiss your bride."

You lean forward to press a polite kiss to Bradley's lips, but in an unexpected turn of events, he sweeps you into his arms and dips you before kissing you. Everyone erupts in applause. The officiant speaks once more. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you, for the first time, President and Mrs. Bradley Bradshaw!"

Bradley grabs your hand as Jaycee hands you your bouquet before you walk back down the aisle under a sea of flower petals.

During the entire reception, Bradley doesn't leave your side as the two of you mingle. You have your first dance as husband and wife to a slowed down version of "I've Had The Time of My Laugh. You grin at his nod to the first time you danced with him. After you finish, its time to cut the cake. You enjoyed smashing some of it in his face more than you should have. Your smile never leaves your face. You can't believe how easy it is to pretend to be in love with him.

But that's all it is, pretend. You've signed yourself up to continue this charade with him for the next four years.

After the reception, you change into a white lace tea length dress. You and Bradley board Air Force one. You have three days for a private honeymoon. Bradley releases his duties to Jake for the time being before you leave.

Soon, you're touching down somewhere tropical.

You're exhausted by the time you make it there.

The two of you get settled into your bungalow. All you want to do is change and get some sleep.

"Can you unzip me? I want to take a shower. There's two bathrooms here if you want to shower too." You inform Bradley. He's happy to help. He unzips your dress. He sees the white lace of the bra and panties you are wearing.

"Thanks." You tell him before trapsing off to a shower.

Bradley groans and adjusts himself before heading off to the other bathroom. God, his right hand is going to be tired after this trip.

After an hour in the bathroom, you finally come out. You find Bradley sitting in a chair watching TV.

"You aren't in bed yet?" You question him.

"I wasn't sure which side you slept on, and I didn't want to assume." He says as he gets up and gestures to the huge bed in the middle of the room.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm not sleeping in here." You laugh. He looks at you confused before you go to the other side of the room and on unlatch a door he hadn't noticed before.

"Did you really think I wouldn't plan a head to make sure we had two rooms?" You ask him.

"I—I shouldn't have doubted your abilities." He tells you, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"It's fine. Look, we've had a long day. We'll talk more in the morning." You smile and kiss his cheek before walking into your room. "Goodnight, Mr. President." You call to him.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Bradshaw." He calls back.

He hears the sound of the lock on the door clicking. He sighs before dropping back into the armchair. He runs his fingers through his hair before taking a look at the silver band that now adorns his finger. He twists it a few times and sighs.

How was he going to get through the next four years of this?

Little did he know that just on the other side of the door, you were dying inside too.

A special shoutout to @thedroneranger for beta reading this chapter and listening to my rambles!

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Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

Read Chapter 9 // Series Masterlist

Chapter 10

Summary : After your confrontation with Cassandra, Daemon comforts you in the best possible way.

Warning: 18+, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, uncle Daemon kink (you don't have to squint), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied

You were taken aback when Cassandra revealed that she had slept with Dylan without warning because a small part of you had hoped that this was all a misunderstanding.

“What?” You asked her, voice riddled with a tinge of surprise, she crossed her arms in response.

“Is that why you have been acting weird lately because you think I slept with Dylan?” she asked you, making you scoff at the statement.

“Did you?”

"Of course not, I just said it to see if you'd admit why you've been acting strange lately. I know that your Uncle Daemon has been in your ear, trying to turn you against me,"

“For fucks sake” Daemon mumbled under his mouth as his jaw clenched in anger,

“We should go discuss this in my room” You said as you walked past her, all of you went went upstairs as you didn't want to make a scene in the lobby itself, you opened the door to your room and she entered first, you were about to go in as well but Daemon grabbed your arm to pull you outside before he closed the door so she she won't be able to eavesdrop.

“Don't back away in front of her alright?” You nodded as he said that “I'm here whenever you need me” he kissed your forehead and walked backwards while he kept his eyes on you. He didn't want to act if he had to babysit you, you were twenty five and you were surely capable of standing up for yourself.

As you stepped inside the room she was on her phone and as you slammed the door shut loudly she finally looked up and rolled her eyes.

“Y/n I can't believe you have been doubting me over that old man's word” she said with a frown on her face but also seemed disinterested at the same time.

“Look Cassandra, that man is my… he's my family okay? You are not going to insult him anymore in front of me” you crossed your arms in a defensive stance, he was off limits to her or anyone else from now on.

“Family? Didn't he leave when he got married or should I say found his actual family and then came back as soon as his wife had dumped his sorry ass” she chuckled and somehow that spiked the frustration you felt towards her.

“Just shut the fuck up …we are not here to talk about Daemon “

“It's weird how you keep addressing him by his name these days”

“Why were you in Italy with Dylan?” she was trying to divert the situation but you weren't going to back away, you wanted Daemon to see that you weren't just a weak willed woman that would allow someone like Cassandra to walk all over yourself.

You didn't tell her that you just had an inkling about her rendezvous but asked her the question as a matter of fact to see how she'd react, she looked down for a moment and then looked up again, her eyes were teary now as if she wasn't refuting your claims just now. Why weren't you able to see through her all these years?

“Nothing is going on between me and Dylan, honestly you really think I'd do that to you?” Her voice became softer so you sighed, you could tell she was lying to you “Besides he was never really my type, I only date men that are to my level alright girl?”

He most definitely was her type you thought.

“Are you just going to keep lying to me?” You said to her and she groaned in response.

“Arghhh fine I slept with him in Italy..happy?” Your eyes welled up as she said that.

“Is this all just a big joke to you?” you chuckled in disbelief, the situation kept getting worse.

“Why does it matter now? He cheated on you, remember? I swear I only seduced him so I could teach him a lesson…you're my best friend..do you really think I'd hurt you like that?”

“Yess I do think you'd hurt me like that, because you have done it before..Seth, Roy ..you slept with those guys even though I liked them” she chuckled as you said that.

“What? I didn't even know you liked them”

“Really? You didn't know..you couldn't tell that i did? Aren't you my best friend?”

“Wow you're really blaming me for stealing guys when the truth is they wanted me and not you?”

“Yeah Dylan wanted you too?”

“Yeah he did, he always did but I never did anything until you two were done with” the nerve she had was only infuriating you more and more.

“That guy didn't just cheat on me..he hit me”

“And I was furious, wasn't i? I went to his place to give him a piece of my mind and we were arguing and there was this tension between us–”

Your eyes widened even more as she said that,

“You have been fucking him since then huh? You came back to me that day and pretended to hate him while you had just fucked him”

“That's ..not what I meant..” she stuttered and you were just done with her, you didn't want an explanation, you had reached the point where you just didn't care anymore about salvaging this friendship or whatever was left of it.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP CASSANDRA WALLIS “ you raised your voice so she stood up and looked at you shocked. Where did you get such courage from she wondered.

“Nice really nice…you made a new friend so now you're discarding me so efficiently”

“If I wanted to discard you I'd have done so before..you don't respect me at all, you have no fucking boundaries, you slept with my uncle even though you knew i didn't want things to get weird..but that wasn't enough, you had to act like a fucking psychopath with him when he dumped your whorish ass for good. All you care about is yourself and perhaps you know that being a whore n what not you'd never actually find a decent guy so you try to sabotage my happiness at every chance you get..now get the fuck out of my room”

As you were done speaking your chest was heaving with an insurmountable amount of rage you felt towards her. She swiftly walked past you, tears were streaming down her face which most probably were being shed to make you feel guilty.

As she stepped out Daemon was standing right outside, he had a smirk on his face as he looked at her,

“You did this didn't you..you can't stand me..you ruined your friendship and now you have ruined mine” she screamed at him so he placed his fingers in his ears and gestured for her to leave but she just stood there and stared at him with a manic look on her face.

“Go on..you'd have to book a flight back to London now that your trust fund is parting ways with you”

She stomped on her feet but instead of going to her room she leaped into him instead and tried to kiss him, that's when he grabbed her arms and pushed her against the wall in order to control her,

“Kiss me dae please i love you ..i have been falling for you and it hurts that you won't just pay me attention” she was crying profusely so he rolled his eyes in frustration. In that moment she was the spitting image of Stella to him.

“Go home Cassandra..find someone else because I'd never allow you to hurt her again” he stepped away from her so she huffed again to go to her room that was right next to yours and then slammed the door shut.

As he entered your room he found you on the bed sobbing hysterically with your face buried in the pillow, you stood up for yourself and he was very proud of you but he knew it must have been overwhelming. Losing a friend always brings hurt even if it's a necessary evil. There are fond memories attached to that person that continues to prickle and hurt for a long long time, he knew all about that better than anyone.

He didn't have emotional support when he lost your father so he was going to make sure you'd have one in him.

He took off his tie and threw it somewhere in the corner of the room, then he removed the blazer as well as his shoes before he climbed into your bed, he grabbed his blazer and placed it on your legs because the formal skirt you had on was bunched up to your thighs.

You had your body turned to the other side as you were sobbing heavily so he propped himself on his elbows and turned you to him, as soon as you turned around you clutched onto him tightly.

For a while he stayed silent, he didn't say a word but only caressed your back and head with the flat of his palm gently, once in a while his finger traced circular patterns on your upper back and his lips traced on your cheeks as he wiped your tears in between, the physical comfort was all you needed in that moment .

Once your sobs diminished you looked up at him and he looked back at you with a small soft smile on his face.

“I did it but it hurts” you sniffled so he leaned down and kissed your forehead,

“I know..i know it does”

“I feel guilty as if I'm at fault here even though I'm not”

“You're not.. and I'll tell you that for as long as you'd need to hear it from me. Listen to me Pixie pie" your smile widened for a moment at the pet name

"I know it feels like the end of the world right now, but I promise that it will get better. Years later, when you look back, you won't feel so awful about getting rid of someone who you knew wasn't good for you." He said gently. "Leaving her bad personality aside, she went behind your back and broke the trust you had in her that she never should have broken. It wasn't done just once or in the heat of the moment. She did it time and again, so you know now that she never was your well-wisher yes?"

He mumbled softly as he caressed your cheekbone with his thumb so you nodded. You understood now that Cassandra probably never was as good of a friend to you as you had thought her to be.

“Good girl, you have me i promise and you have Rhaenyra now. I'm not asking you to replace Cassandra with her in your heart so quickly but you have a friend in her, a genuine one, and you can trust her until she shows you otherwise. Don't let this experience make you cold or ungiving my sweetheart, none of this was your fault”

He whispered softly before he kissed your cheek again. His voice was soothing and melted like music in your ears, he was trying to lift your spirits and give you hope for the future, reminding you that you had people who cared about you and supported you.

He was so close to you and for a moment his calming intoxicating scent made you want to forget everything but him.

“Thank you..i couldn't have done it without you, i wouldn't have confronted her like this if it wasn't for you” your fingers played with the unbuttoned collar of his shirt as you spoke, the action warmed his heart, the intense need he felt to protect you was indescribable.

“Mmmm you never have to thank me..unless I want you to of course” you giggled as he said that, cupping his cheeks you pulled him closer to kiss his forehead, he somehow looked even better up close. You stared at his lips and as your finger caressed his lower lip his breath hitched in his chest, as you looked up at him again he could tell you were waiting for him to make a move because you always wanted to be his good girl and not push him to do anything he didn't want to do.

So that's what he did, he leaned down and pecked on your lips ever so fleetingly, your fingers curled around his neck as the sudden touch of his lips left you feeling transcended. The only way you could have described that feeling was if you were to compare it with a mild feeling of electrocution but in a good way, that's how intense the little kiss felt.

You leaped up at him to kiss him again so he pulled away slightly, your eyes were closed and you just seemed ethereal to him, your beauty radiated from deep within. You didn't look like Stella, not at all and you had such a caring soul and maybe that's what he liked about you, when he was with you he didn't miss anyone because you didn't remind him of anyone else. You were so completely you and he just wanted to be with you.

He cupped your cheeks and leaned down again to put his lips on yours, this time it wasn't fleeting, it was a kiss you had desired since he had returned or maybe long before that. A moment you never in your wildest dreams thought would become your reality. It just seemed impossible, you felt the years of longing wash over you, even with his lips on yours the moment felt surreal as if you were in a just a vivid dream.

His lips captured your lower lip and he clasped it between his teeth for the fraction of a second before he kissed you properly. Then you pulled him even closer to you if it was possible so now he was practically on top of you, his body felt heavy and all you wanted was for him to suffocate you and make you breathless, you never wanted this moment to end.

He pulled away a little and looked at you, you still had your eyes closed but there was a faint smile on your face. His tongue invaded your mouth with the push of his thumb on your chin, you could feel yourself dripping already and the realisation made you felt pathetic. You felt thankful that he had kissed you for the very first time in this position because you would have surely fallen due to how weak you felt in the knees at the moment..

As much as he didn't want to he finally pulled away as you gasped in his mouth and his lips immediately trailed down from your chin to your jawline line and then he briefly traced the collar bone, his fingers urged to open the buttons of the expensive business shirt you had on but he controlled himself, he wanted to treat you better than this.

He laid down next to you and you finally opened your eyes, you had to squeeze your thighs together to release some of that tension. Your mind was filled with filthy images of him fucking you right onto this bed, you had the image of his half naked body from the Bali trip when you had caught him just in his towel and you needed that body on top of yours, rubbing against every inch of you with his mouth mumbling filthy words in your ears.

“Did you kiss me because you wanted to or because you felt bad that I was crying?” he chuckled as you said that,

“I'd have kissed you the first night we reunited if that was the reason”

“Mmm you felt bad for me?”

“You just seemed so sad”

“Mmmm..did you like the kiss?”

“I loved it, been years since I have felt this way about ..life in general” he propped on his elbow and pecked your lips softly, his words made you smile.

“Can I ask you something?” you mumbled so he caressed your scalp with his fingers and nodded “Are we in a relationship?”

“Mhhhm ..did you think otherwise?”

“No, I just wanted to confirm..it's a monogamous relationship right?”

“There's no other way around it sweetheart, this is not a fling. I want you to know that as long as you're mine, I'm wholly yours" your arms circled around his neck so he rubbed his nose against yours.

Daemon understood you on a deeper level, you both had been cheated on in the past and you both knew the pain that came with it. Neither one of you wanted to put the other through that same hurt again, it definitely wasn't something that you wanted, you had every intention of worshipping this man day in and out and show him how he deserved to be treated.

“I just thought you wouldn't be ready for a relationship so soon..that's why I had to know”

“Mmhm it's been a year since the divorce, even before that we were separated. That fling with Cassandra made me realize that I didn't want fun. I needed something substantial. I am a grown man in my forties..I need someone I can cherish and take care of” and love he thought “Gave it a shot with Madison but my heart was already full at the time”

You nodded as he said that, his words made you feel giddy, you really wanted him to cherish you, not just in a familial way but like a lover..

“Do you ever feel guilty about Cassandra, she kind of liked you” he shook his head as you asked him.

“Noo.. she liked the way i fucked her" your face flushed at the straightforwardness "And my thoughts were quite confused by you.. whenever i looked at you my heart raced at the sight of you, and then on the trip when we got to talking it just got worse” as he finished speaking you smiled. You couldn't believe he had those feelings about you, you didn't really think of yourself as someone a man like him would dream of being with.

There was a fear in the back of your mind that made you believe that he only desired you because of the forbidden aspect of your relationship and he'd quickly get bored of you once he sleeps with you, you feared that he'd find you boring or there would be no chemistry but his words always made you feel desirable in every way.

“Mmm i have a confession too”

“What?”

“I never liked Stella, even when she was your girlfriend and you weren't married to her, i just never liked her”

“What made you feel that way sweet girl?” he asked you softly,

“Well of course I was jealous that she had your attention all the time but she was also kind of mean when it was just us alone”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because I don't do that, I don't like saying bad things about people to their own people” you mumbled

“Good girl you are” he kissed your cheek as he spoke.

“Ummm i have more questions" you asked him so he chuckled again, your curiosity was intriguing to him.

"You don't need my permission to ask me a question"

"Mmmm how many times did she cheat on you..if that's not too personal of a question..you can completely ignore if it feels uncomfortable"

He averted his gaze as you questioned him but then he leaned into you to kiss your forehead.

“More times than i could count on my fingers now, she would meet someone new in the club or parties, and forget all about me..then she'd come home to me crying and begging for me to forgive her and I did, i always did”

You couldn't imagine how awful that must have felt to have the person you loved hurt you in such a way time and again.

“Were there good times in your marriage?”

“Plenty of them..that's why it was harder to leave”

“Mmm.. I'm sorry, you didn't deserve to be treated that way, she didn't even value what she had in you, you're a gem of a man..some of us really do pray to find a man like you ” he let out a small laugh as you said that.

“You think so highly of me Pixie love”

“As I should”

You turned on your side and hugged him like a koala, an hour later he took you to get dinner and you did bump into Cassandra there. Her hotel reservation was paid for, food included, was she planning to stay? You couldn't tell.

“Why won't she leave?” You asked Daemon so he looked up from his phone. If Cassandra wasn't on this trip with you two then he might have been more open with you in public but he couldn't take a risk with her being around so he was acting very disinterested. He turned his head to look at Cassandra, she was with a guy, he seemed local, he couldn't help but smirk and she just glared at him in response.

He was just happier than usual that she was out of your life, hopefully for good.

“She's a leech love, I am surprised you weren't able to read her better before” he said to you, making you roll your eyes in response.

Once you were done eating you got up and walked up to her, Daemon turned in his chair to see what you were going to do.

“What the fuck are you doing Cassandra? You should think about how you're going to pay for the flight back home” you crossed your arms so she smiled.

“Awn don't worry I called Uncle ..your dad ..told him how my budget is so tight lately and he told me to not worry about it” she smirked and all you wanted to do was slap her. She was showing you her true colors, it was as if she didn't even care anymore that you both used to be such good friends. You walked out of the hotel restaurant so Daemon got up and followed you.

“She's staying..can you believe that?” You told him as you both stepped inside the elevator so he grabbed your arm and turned you towards him, his eyes stared deeply in yours,

“And what are you gonna do about it hmm?”

“What should I do?” You gulped as you asked him meekly, as your floor arrived he dragged you to your room and as you both stepped inside he pressed you against the door, his gaze never averted from you but you had to look down because you weren't able to take the heat in them. You just wanted to kiss him all the time.

“Think about it and tell me what you should be doing in this situation when you can see that your boundaries are not being respected and you have a potentially hostile individual around you who may or or may not intend to harm you further”

He asked you as he grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eye since you were avoiding eye contact.

“Ummm i should call my dad and tell him everything about what went down and hopefully he'll understand?”

“Good girl..you know what to do..you're a big girl.. and you don't ever have to second guess yourself. Show her that you're not weak or someone she can continue to manipulate” he told you firmly.

“Mmm yess uncle”

His breath hitched as you said that. What kind of sick pervert would enjoy something like that he thought because he definitely got hard every time you accidentally called him Uncle while he was so close to you.

You let out an inaudible swear as the name slipped your mouth, you were still not used to addressing him as Daemon especially since you had spent the last four months constantly calling him uncle. His hands trailed down and you gasped as he pulled you closer to him and leaned down his toweresque body to kiss you, your arms flung around his neck as you returned the kiss with equal passion, perhaps you didn't need to worry about having no chemistry in bed because there was clearly an abundance of it.

As you moaned against him Daemon had to bring forth all the self control he had in him, sure it would have been easier to just pick you up and fuck you right now, perhaps right against the door, he also knew you won't resist him either and would gladly allow him to do whatever he wanted to do with you, you'd perhaps encourage it too.

He pulled you away from him but you leaned into him to kiss him again so he pressed you against the door again and this time he used a bit of strength to keep you at bay.

“That shouldn't turn me on darling” he let out a groan, there was a familiar scowl on his face.

“The uncle thing?” You bit on your lips as you said that and he stepped away from you.

“You don't do it on purpose do you? It's perverted”

“I don't do it on purpose but i see that umm it turns you on”

“It does..im not proud of it”

“There's nothing wrong with it”

“There's absolutely every fucking thing wrong with it”

“it's just a kink” he looked at you as you said that. You stepped towards him and held onto his hand, he tried to pull away at first but he melted in your embrace as you hugged him, he was so soft but so big, he was a man's man, his hugs always reminded you of being wrapped up in a warm blanket.

“I should not be indulging in those kinks”

He mumbled, his voice sounded tired, it had been a long day full of workload and your personal drama.

“You shouldn't be but you want to and you should do whatever you want” you looked up as you placed your head up from between the crook of his neck, a soft kiss on the chin then led to another heated kiss but he controlled his desires again.

He'd not fuck you so soon, he'd not make you feel used or hurt in anyways, none of you were actually thinking about the consequences but the fear remained in his consciousness. What would he tell your parents? How could he ever make them believe that he was not in this just for fun? No matter what approach he would take at the end he'd always be your dad's best friend who knew you and was around you when you were twelve and from their point of view he'd always come across as nothing but a predator.

The trip to Japan was actually cut short because the deal was finalized the next day, thanks but also no thanks to Daemon.

The flight back home was much warmer and pleasant then your arrival because she wasn't there, you got to sleep with your head on his shoulder, you didn't really know how Cassandra was going to fly back home because you had called your dad and told him everything after your talk with Daemon. Your parents had plenty of questions but they always put you above anyone else so your father immediately obliged to your requests.

A part of you still felt guilty but you shoved those thoughts aside. She didn't deserve your pity.

When you finally reached London a day later there was an unpleasant surprise waiting for you at home. Your actual uncle, the biological one, was there with his wife and two kids, both of his daughters were younger than you by a year and two.

As you saw him you gave him a courteous smile and he approached you to hug you even though you didn't really care about him, he never really was a good brother to your father and you didn't really like him.

Your uncle Daemon definitely took all your love for himself, even as a child you preferred Daemon over your actual uncle because he truly was more of a brother to your father than his own brother.

“How are you uncle, it's been a while, years in fact” you asked him and he just smiled in response then his eyes drifted towards Daemon.

“Oh you're back i see”

Well this wasn't going to be fun you thought, Daemon didn't like him and the feeling was mutual but they both spent their time pretending to be nice to each other for your dad's sake. You remembered how happy your Uncle seemed when he was told that Daemon was gone for good.

“Good to see you mate” Daemon said to him as he gave him a small but most definitely an artificial smile.

Your cousins came forward to greet you and you immediately noticed them eyeing Daemon, especially the older daughter.

There was an awkward air of tension in the living room that you could have cut with a butter knife and it was about to get worse as you'd figure out why your dad's brother had returned into your lives all of a sudden.

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4 am Thoughts 💭

Choose a flower or 1-3

Your person /People late night thoughts about you ?

This can be for anyone ,but I did include some romantic / sexual thoughts so just apply that to what people think of about you in general sense. Take whatever message that applies to you. 💌

Pile 1

Cards: 8 of pentacles

They think your someone going through a tough time in life. That you're working hard to achieve your dreams and goals. They do hope for you to make it become reality, and some pray for you as well. They believe that you're in a relationship or dealing with someone controlling. They are worried that you can't trust them because you have trust issues and experience heartbreak before. They think that you have family issues to.

They see you as someone elegant , they love how gentle you are , always dress up even while your sick or tired , your good looking , prince /princess vibe to you and want to get in contract with you soon. If your asking about romantic relationship then yes this person has 18+ thoughts about you. They imagining humalting whoever your went by being sexually with you instead. While they are with other people they daydream of you , instead. They get so turn on by just fantazing about you.

Pile 2

Cards: 10 wands reverse , six swords reverse , healer , rebel , knight , page wands

They think you're adventurous. That you're someone they call at 3 a.m. and go anywhere with them. Willing to sneak out or sneak into a party or event with them. They know you will be punished for whatever. They like how wild you can get, even if it's just randomly dyeing your hair and getting pierced. They still love how spontaneous you are. They view you as a rebellious but loyal person. That you're willing to protect your loved ones no matter what. They also believe that you will have so many people who will defend you. They see your protectors, for some, as "simps or white knights."

They view you as someone who is the best healer. You help many people around you, and you have energy that helps them relax or calm down. They like how you have a different vibe than your looks; say, for example, that you look sweet and Angelic but you curse a lot, love horror, grotesque stuff, and will fight anyone. That after hanging out with you the next day, they start to have random synchronicities everywhere. They feel that you will have a sacred bloodline or be a similar earth angel. They think about what you're wearing at night, but mostly about you in more sporty outfits or street wear. Alternately, if that is what your person wears, they think about you wearing their clothes. They compare how opposite the two of you are at night. They have thoughts about how cool you are. They have thoughts about how cool you are, too

. They like seeing you wear baggy clothes or big, loose clothes. They see you as someone dealing with other people's problems and always having to fix other people's issues. They see how that is making you change as a person, not by choice. They think about how you make them vulnerable, and that scares them. They want you badly but don't want to get hurt again.

Pile 3

Cards : Page swords , six coins reverse , eight cups reverse , six wands

They are thinking about how you just had a divorce or breakup. Or some of you got fired, some type of ending in your life. They think you're being forced to make some changes in your life right now. They see you as someone who is a survivor, still on top, and successful despite everything. They have thoughts about how angry and depressed they would be if they experienced what you have, how angry and depress that would cause them to be.Someone you love randomly ghosting you out of nowhere They know you are a good judge of character and that you are a fair person who gives good advice. They love your jokes, your funny friend off camera, or just when you don't have many people around. They love your goofy side and how you remind people to not be serious and let go; just laugh. They have thoughts about your body—how it jiggles or how fit it is.

They wonder what it will be like to hold you close and cuddle. They love your walk, and they see you as attractive. They know you are a person who has strong faith in yourself, the universe, god, etc.. They believe that you care strongly about the environment and animals. They think you are vegan or try not to eat lots of meat. They think about you, Randolmy, throughout their day.

Some of them receive downloads, little psychic visions about you, new styles you're doing, or future activities you're doing together. They imagine just calling you and getting you to travel with them. They have thoughts that you're insecure about your appearance and that you don't see how good-looking you are. They stay up fantasizing about your wild side and how much of a freak you are. They think life will end up being peaceful for you.

#free pick a card #pac reading #love pac #free tarot #channel message #tarot #pick a card

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Could you make one where fem! was blackmailed to leave Baldwin?

"Please you can't do this to me, I love him so much" (Y/N) said with tears streaming down her eyes. The Byzantine princess scoffed annoyed and grabbed (Y/N)'s throat. (Y/N) gasped in fear and the Byzantine princess smirked sadistically. "Say one more word and you will be begging for air instead". Angry (Y/N) tried to claw her hands out.

"Oh no! Don't even try to think about it". "You will be in more trouble" "After all you are no longer queen" Fearful (Y/N) handed her annulment papers (Y/N) couldn't help but think about events while back she said to her husband king Baldwin IV of Jerusalem

"What do you mean you have fallen in love with another man" Baldwin IV yelled in anger. (Y/N) let out frustrated sigh and said "Just what you heard". Baldwin IV got up so fast from his chair that his chair fell and table moved. (Y/N) backed up against the wall in fear. With Baldwin IV cowering her. (Y/N) gulped in fear staring wide eyed to her husband who said "Moment a man lust after some one else in heart that moment itself they have committed adultery" . (Y/N) retorated "You can't control whom you fall in love with". (Y/N) looked him strongly in eyes daring him to challenge her. (Y/N) was confused when she heard him laughing "You think a Leper like me, who was fortunate enough to marry you a commoner because of love would simply divorce you. "(Y/N), you are lying. I can tell" (Y/N) didn't let disappointment noticable in face and scoffed and said "Suite yourself". As (Y/N) left the hall. (Y/N) was grabbed by a noble man who dragged her to isolated room. "Did you convince him for an annulment". (Y/N) couldn't help the tears streaming down her eyes. That man was Byzantine ambassador whom she recognised had originally orchestrated the plan. The noble man let out frustrated sigh and warned her again "This alliance is important for both empires" "A useless commoner like you will ruin everything" "Do us all a favour and leave him, or else we will kill that little boy in the palace with whom you have grown attached to". "Countess Agnes was smart to accept annulment unlike you " (Y/N) red faced with trembling voice cried out in anger "I am trying my best" "You don't understand how difficult it is for me as well". The noble man covered her mouth with his hand and warned her "Don't you dare yell or else consequences will be severe". Their conversation with a knock on the door. Both of them separated from each other. The noble gave a glare to (Y/N) one last time before saying "Come in". The maid hesitantly entered the room and could sence the tension in the air. She nervously looked at (Y/N) and said "Your Grace, his majesty has asked for your presence in hall".

Your thoughts were interrupted and brought back to present. When you heard the sound of glass and wine. You recalled the next thing you knew that before entering the hall and metting the king and high court of Jerusalem the noble man asked to you meet the princess. Byzantine princess who was drinking wine smiled in victory and said "I will finally get to marry a king and get to be queen of Jerusalem". "Don't worry I will ensure to give you place as a maid in palace, I am sure your ex husband would agree as well me". The Byzantine princess smiled as she watched your face flush in embarrassment

Just then then the door was opened with loud thud.

"Who the hell dares to interru-Oh your majesty". The princess quickly composed herself and stood gracefully. You watched in amazement how quickly her character changed. "Nobody would believe that she is so cruel". You thought sadly. Baldwin IV was quick to recognise your change in mood. He quickly addressed the princess "You are under arrest for threatening and blackmailing the queen". The princess looked at Baldwin IV in shock. Before she could defend herself. The king presented beaten up noble man and continued his statement from before "With your ambassador". The princess shed crocodile tears and pleaded her innocence. Baldwin IV not hearing her cries signalled her to stop

Baldwin IV continued saying "I knew my wife appeared to be distressed by quite some time" "So I asked my spies to follow her". "When she said that she fell in love with someone else I knew for sure that she was being threatened and I secretly followed her as well". "I hope God forgives you because I sure won't for how you treated my wife". "We have enough evidence to convict you" The princess was forcefully dragged away shouted "You won't get away with this, my relative Emperor manuel Ī will ensure that". King Baldwin IV calmly replied as he watched the princess and the noble man being dragged away. "We have enough allies to defend ourselves". Baldwin IV soon turned his attention to (Y/N) who refused to meet his gaze. Baldwin IV slowly approached her. He gently put his hand on her shoulder and said "As much I am angry with you, I am willing to forgive you since I knew you were scared but next time if someone threatens you please let me know about it first". (Y/N) finally turned her gaze to her husband and nodded shyly before both of them embraced each other. Finally happy that they are together again

#baldwin iv #baldwin iv imagine #baldwin iv x reader #kingdom of heaven #kingdom of heaven 2005 #kingdom of heaven fanfic #kingdom of heaven fanfiction #kingdom of heaven fandom #kingdom of heaven headcanons #king baldwin iv

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she is midnight rain | n. romanoff

about me | series masterlist | natasha romanoff masterlist

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter one | chapter two: she doesn't think of me

chapter summary: you just learned that your soon-to-be professor is straight up terrible. and in an attempt to drop out of her class, you instead became the target of her humiliation. you just knew you will hate her as she will you.

warnings: evident mommy issues (not really into depth)

a/n: im very excited to write this series (that's a lie, i'm only excited about the smutty parts, the beginning, not so much). will be trying to post an update every other day ꒰ ⸝⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷⸝⸝꒱

for all your years in high school, and the very few months you had before college, you didn't have a plan. you didn't know where you wanted to go. you didn't know what you wanted to take. there were too many choices. or maybe there's barely any. you just couldn't choose for yourself, you couldn't decide.

when you don't have a mother or in your case, when you have a mother who chose her boyfriend over you, you don't really have anyone telling you what to do, where to go. and maybe some people would love the same freedom that you had, but with that freedom was misguidance. you had nobody to help you choose, nobody to guide you, to teach you, to tell you what's best for you. you have to decide all that.

but when nobody told you what was best, what was the standard for best, how could you possibly have known. how could a child understand what was best for her when she was taught nothing about the sort.

you didn't know what you wanted, and your best judgement told you to trust in your friend and follow billy maximoff. he was your bestfriend. your other half. the only person you can confide in. you knew that you had to study where he would. you couldn't possibly survive on your own. you needed him to guide you. to tell you what to do. to protect you.

"you're in mrs. romanoff's class."

you were snapped out of your thoughts. you've been staring at the field the entire time. at the massive open field between the campus and the gate. you didn't know how long you've been here, for a moment, you didn't even remember billy being in front of you holding your class schedule.

"y/n, yoo-hoo. are you okay?" billy waved a hand in front of you. "what are you thinking?"

you sighed, "i can't believe i'm in college now and i still don't know what to do." you said, looking over billy's shoulder and getting once again lost in your own head. "how am i going to survive..."

"well, i'll survive." he said proudly, earning back your attention. you almost scowled at him for being a show-off. but he smiled at you. a soft reassuring smile. "i'll survive for the both of us." he said.

your heart fluttered a little. you didn't have a mom. or a dad. or siblings. but you had a family. you had billy.

"i know what i'm going to be. i have a plan. and while you don't have any for yourself, i'll carry you." he says.

you looked at your watch. freshman orientation is in a few, and seeing your attention on the clock sent billy the hint that you both should get going. nevertheless, your conversation didn't end as you both walked into the campus.

"how will you carry me?" you mused, not returning the same sentiment he sent you as you simply humored his words.

he held the straps of his bagpack. "mmmm..." he started thinking, "i'll get a job as soon as we graduate. you can stay with me and my parents until i get my own place which i'd be glad to share with you." he says. "that way, you can finally move out from your mum's house."

"that's... very free-loader of me." you chuckled, visualizing the life you'd share with your friend.

"well, you're my free-loader." he looks at you all giddy. "that's what friends do, right?"

you sighed, "yeah."

billy never had a good relationship with his twin brother, tommy. tommy decided to stay with his father after their parents got a divorce. billy on the other hand, stayed with his mother as she remarried.

you've never met mrs. maximoff's new husband. in fact, it's been a really long time since you'd seen billy's mom. the last time you saw her, she had some sort of a 50s haircut. from what your bestfriend tells you, she went through quite a few hair phases from a shoulder length side part to a long-haired rebonded look. at some point, you know she went crazy and got a full head of tight blonde curls. that was her, "going through a hard time with my husband so i must do something so incredibly different with my hair" hair. she went back to the normal big curls, fluffy airburn hair after she remarried though.

that's how close you were with billy. you were his sister, almost. you knew everything about him. even about his mother's haircuts half of which you're sad you weren't around to see.

"mr. stark's coming by for the orientation, did you know that?"

you looked at billy. "the rich guy who owns stark industries?"

"yeah. he's a friend of my moms and dad's."

"no way?!" you all but gasped. you did coo in shock a bit, looking at him with widened eyes. "damn, it must be nice to be connected to him." you say, your mind going on to imagine what your life would be if you were as rich as him. or even connected to him. then you wouldn't have to think about all the important decisions you need to make.

"he's connected to a lot of the professors here." billy mentions. "mr. rogers, mr. banner, mr. barton. but he's closest to mrs. romanoff. they're best friends." he looks at his watch. "i think he's here for the engineering department though. he's funding them lots."

"mrs. romanoff?" you ask, complete disregarding his following statement.

"he's the reason why mrs. romanoff met my parents." he says.

"i'm in her class right?"

you haven't taken a look at your timetable yet because billy has held onto it since it was given to you. eyeing all the names of your professors and giving you some kind of commentary about them. he knows a lot about them. mrs. maximoff used to be a professor here, and for the entirety of high school, billy frequented this very campus.

"yeah." he scoffed. "good luck."

"why? is she mean?"

"terribly." he says. "she's nice, but as your professor? she'll eat you alive."

you were in two of mrs. romanoff's classes, unfortunately for you. you had her in english literature, and business economics. and until classes had officially begun two days after your orientation, stories of how horrible she is; from how she failed more than half of the total students she's had in her lifetime, to how much she enjoys either suspending, or expelling her students over the littlest inconveniences became the center of all your conversations with billy. for someone who knows a lot about her, you wish he had gotten her instead of you. now the dreading fear of seeing her live up to your horrible expectations of her with you is just crippling.

"i'm dropping out of mrs. romanoff's classes." you blurt out during billy's long monologue of the stories he's heard about the professor.

he looked at you, "no! i didn't mean to scare you." he almost laughs. "she's actually really nice!"

you shot him a sharp glare. if he dares to defend mrs. romanoff after all the stories he's told, then he's better off shutting his mouth.

"yeah, no. too late."

there was a part of you that tugged at the idea of actually doing it. if there were something that stopped you, you would so give into it and drop it. you simply needed to know that you wanted to do—that you can do something about it so you can lie yourself into thinking that you have, this new life of yours, under control. and you were lucky enough to just serve into that purpose as you were unlucky enough to have stumbled upon a wooden door that had mrs. romanoff's name spelled out in gold letters.

natasha romanoff.

billy has been talking this entire time, explaining to you how mrs. romanoff could've been better than what he initially led you to believe. you've been taking mental notes but you haven't really been paying attention, so you only got, "she's the best professor here. constantly commended by the dean himself" and "her class is the hardest to get into. only the best of the best can get into it—"

you heard nothing further as you started fixating on how there was absolutely no way of telling if she was in as the massive window deemed useless with the blinds covering it. despite your efforts in trying to take even the smallest peak inside, no luck.

you can turn away. but you're here now. besides, not knowing whether or not she's in isn't really an inconvenience worth turning away from.

perseverance glinted your eyes. you weren't giving up. you put a hand on the handle, "y/n, no, she—", and you went in without hearing out billy, or even giving the chance for anyone to let you in.

you have to transfer out of her class before you have to go in it. as uncomfortable as this might be, it's this, or a whole year or more worth of wishing you got out when you could.

inside was a woman sitting at the desk just a few steps away from you. it was a relatively average sized room. it wasn't too small. not too cramped. but it wasn't too big either. not too empty. the walls of either sides were bookshelves. the back wall, a massive window overlooking the entire front of the school.

the woman lifted her head to see you, and immediately, you were taken aback by her... beauty. the features that are of the ordinary, but on its entirety, with all of it combined, created this image of the goddess sitting in front of you.

you melted. you pictured her to be an old woman, but now you see why everyone was so intimated by her. her simple gaze, and unmoving disinterest of your presence made you feel so small. to have such a gorgeous woman look at you like you didn't matter, exactly the way that she did you, is so intimidating. so belittling. yet, you were enamored. you were captured by her. she was just simply mesmerizing. satisfying.

she had red hair. massive curls that cascaded down her shoulders as if so intricately placed to look so neat and clean. she had a side part, though, it was barely noticeable as the part was a lot closer to the center than it should be for a side part. her eyes were so brightly... emerald. despite of the shadows created by the light behind her, it stayed so vibrant. like a gem. she had such a beautifully molded nose. and red lips. you wanted nothing else but to stare at her forever.

"i suggest you start saying something now, before this intrusion of yours becomes the reason why your time here ends."

her voice sent chills down your spine. you felt goosebumps. all the hair in your body rose. her voice was so terribly cold. she was composed, and calm. and had not a care in the world, especially you. the way she delivered it with such disinterest, almost in a condescending way made you feel so small. it gave you all the more reason to drop out.

she was looking up at you. her chin was resting at the back of her hand where she had a pen between her fingers.

she made your heart race in fear.

"i'm in your class." you take a deep breath. "i'd like to drop out."

you see the end of her lip twitch almost in amusement when her eyes dropped to the papers on her desk. she fixed her posture and started fixing the mess she had laid out. she did it so painfully slow as if you weren't there. but when she stood up, placing both of her hands on her desk, you knew she wasn't trying to torture you. the way the end of her lip raised into the slightest grin made you realize she was having her fun with you. like one of the students she'd amuse herself with first, embarrass, torture, belittle, before kicking out. almost like you were a toy. one of the many for her.

you gulped.

"tell me, miss y/f/n y/l/n. why do you want to drop out?" she asks, slowly going around her desk before she gestured to a chair in front of it—not to offer you a seat, but to require you to do as she wants, and sit down. "you haven't even seen me in class yet. i doubt you even had the chance to attend your very first class which you will soon miss if you continue to—waste, my, time."

you gulped again. something about the way she stares at you while she walks to the small table by the bookshelf where she had a few glasses and whiskey made your throat dry.

"i heard stories."

"i assure you, miss y/l/n," you flinched a bit when her glass hits the surface of her desk, later followed by her body dropping to her seat in the most elegant way. "whatever you heard is true."

goosebumps again. not good goosebumps. "please let me leave because i want to cry" goosebumps. her eyes were piercing through you, you can't imagine moving. to even relax your shoulder and somehow offending her with the slight movement is such horror for you.

she took a sip from her drink. before letting the glass hang barely by her fingertips as she leans closer to you, her chin resting once again on the back of her hand.

"how old are you?" she asks.

"i just turned 18." you answer quickly as if it would disappoint her if you waited a beat.

"what is something worth knowing about a y/f/n y/l/n?" you didn't notice the way your name rolled off her tongue. you didn't notice she knew your name this entire time. she said it with such grace. never had your name sounded so foreign. so new. so beautiful.

something about her was pulling you in. sucking you into her. and you weren't sure if it was the fear of getting kicked out, or just because of her sheer charms that made you blurt out every thinkable thing about you.

"i'm 18. i just turned 18." you started, taking a deep breath in and calming yourself down when you realized how quick you were talking. "i can't drive for the life of me. i hate milk. i'm plainly unhealthy. i don't drink vitamins. or eat an average amount of nutrients and meals in general. i'm nocturnal, i can't fall asleep at night. i love juice, soda, everything but water. i have a complicated relationship with my hair. i..." the realization stunned you. the realization that you were sitting in the office of who you heard was the strictest professor in this very university, telling her about the most absurd, uninteresting things about you, when you might just be on the very verge of getting kicked out of your bestfriend's dream university.

you calmed yourself down. you tried to rid yourself of the panic you resorted to burying deep deep down, you fixed your posture, cleared your throat, and in the most modulated voice that you can harness within yourself, you said, "i am ambitious, strong, independent—" that's a lie. "bright, optimistic, and persistent. and i really want to have the opportunity to begin my year in this university—" hopefully not in your class. "because i know that i have the exact amount of wit, and dedication this school is looking for in a student." i don't want to be in your class. "if given the opportunity to... in a different class wherein i can flourish."

"well," she says as if impressed. you stood up when she did, giving her a hopeful expression like that's going to boost your chances of getting out of her class without suffering the grave consequences she's known to give.

she moved around the table again, this time, moving slowly towards you. step by step. closer each passing second. and when the two of you were finally faced to face with each other without the desk between you, her small smirk dropped. "no." she says in a way that showed you how amused she was of putting your efforts of coming in here to waste without sounding anywhere besides stern.

"what?"

"i said no."

"no, what?" at this point, you were in distress. but you tried your best to hide it. you weren't very successful though. your voice raised, though you all but shouted.

her left hand rested on the surface of her desk when she leaned her hip against it, tipping her head slightly to the side, "look, miss y/l/n, i did not just waste all this time getting to know you and your... habits, just for you to drop out of my class."

her tone was unkind. she was cold, and stern. and she wanted nothing but to get her way. your attempts gave her mere amusement. she didn't acknowledge you, or your request, she just wanted to see the way your face would contort in shock when she declines you after letting you think your efforts would get you anywhere.

"but, mrs. romanoff—"

"BUT...! miss y/l/n—" she didn't shout, but the way she said it, the way her voice raised. you wanted to crawl into a cave and cry. especially with the way her eyes lingered on a little too long on yours before she looked away and returned to her seat. "i could so easily penalize you for entering my office with no permission." her tone was mad. graceful, elegant. calm and collected. but mad. "i would have you suspended if i didn't appreciate your... attempt, to even come inside my office, to speak to me and look me straight in the eye requesting me for something... you're gutsy. you could've used that in my class instead."

you weren't going to win.

today, you realized, that mrs. romanoff will always have the power. and if you can't handle that, then you're better of leaving the school.

she's dreadful. she's dark. she's the storm that angers the seas. and the rain at midnight. she is going to potentially ruin your chances of succeeding in this university—in life, and you will... hate her as you are now definitely sure she will you.

"i'll see you later."

you did see her later. a blissful 2 hours without her was replaced by dread when the moment you sat on the very back of the lecture hall, she came in. everyone stood before her, as if it were highschool, and you just went with it. just a mere clack of her high heeled shoes had everyone on their feet, their hands on their chest as if she was a goddess to be worshiped.

"good morning, everyone."

nobody spoke, it was mere silence after a beat of her greeting in which she gestured everyone to sit. you hid behind a tall man. the lecture hall was packed. although, there were a few empty seats up front.

"i'd like to begin today with..." she didn't have much with her. she only had a clipboard which she places on her desk. she took quite a while adjusting. but when she did; when she was leaning back on her seat, her legs elegantly crossed, where her hands rested on her knee, she looked straight ahead. and for a moment, you thought you can feel her eyes boring through the people you're hiding behind of and staring at you. "i have absolutely zero tolerance for any of your bullshit." all the calmness of her tone before was replaced by a sheer sharpness. "you either do as i say, exactly as i say it, or you leave this classroom. better yet, this school. are we clear?" she was stern. and you were scared. "now," she says with an exhale. "you at the back," you froze. "are we clear with that?"

#ath: natasha romanoff #ath: natasha romanoff series (wasn't midnight rain)#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #mcu #mcu fanfic #mcu imagine

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gingiesworld · 7 months

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Family is Forever

Chapter Two

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst

Taglist: @fxckmiup @ginnsbaker @gb12d @angrywhisperslove @louxbloom @casquinhaa

18+ MINORS DNI

The night was just as hard for Wanda and the twins. Although the two had broke it to the boys softly. Both Billy and Tommy couldn't really sleep either, so they both soon joined Wanda in her bed. As Wanda lay on her back, staring at the ceiling as the soft snores filled the room.

The next morning was just as tiring, even after the twins had gotten on the bus, Natasha had popped over to see her best friend.

"Are you ok?" She asked Wanda who just chuckled dryly.

"Y/N and I are getting a divorce." She told her.

"What did they do?" Natasha questioned as she approached her.

"Nothing." Wanda told her honestly. "It's just, I still love them but I." She turned to face her. "I hurt too damn much even now because they aren't here. They do everything that a parent does for the twins, makes time for their games and competitions but then there is no time for us."

"Did you try and talk to them before you decided to do this?" Nat asked her as she shrugged.

"It wouldn't have made a difference." Wanda whispered with tears in her eyes. "This is what's best for us."

"Where are they staying now?" She asked as Wanda picked up the towel again.

"Bucky's just until they find an apartment nearby." She informed her. "I just miss who we used to be, when we were in college before the twins."

"We can't go back Wan." Nat told her sadly as Wanda nodded.

"I know, believe me." She gave her a sad smile. "I just, before the twins we were ok and we even graduated college before they were born, but I just wish that we maybe never got pregnant at such a young age because they threw themselves straight into work to provide for us."

"Well babies and hospital bills are pretty expensive." Nat reasoned as Wanda nodded.

"Yeah, not to mention buying a house." Wanda scoffed.

"What?" Nat was shocked.

"They never even discussed it with me when they bought this house. I thought we were renting it all of these years but they bought it." She told her friend.

"That's amazing Wanda." Nat beamed. "You don't have to worry about losing your home."

"I know." Wanda sighed. "I'm not angry that they did this, I guess I just wanted to have more of them than I got."

"I know Wanda, but this could be the best thing for the four of you." Nat reassured her.

"Thank you for being here Nat." Wanda whispered as Nat wrapped her arms around her. Holding her as she sobbed.

She wondered how she was going to tell her parents about the divorce. She was worried on their views since they both loved Y/N and knew they would be perfect for their little girl. But she never had to worry as Y/N had already took it upon themselves to tell the in laws.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Mrs Maximoff beamed as she ushered them inside.

"I just need to talk to the both of you since Wanda is probably going insane wondering how she is going to tell you." They told the two of them. "We are getting a divorce."

"What?" Oleg boomed as Y/N took a deep breath.

"I am still very much in love with her but I took her forgranted." They told them. "Since the boys were born, I threw myself straight into work and we never really had time to be us."

"Well, raising and providing for a family is a struggle." Oleg stated as Iryna held his hand.

"It is a struggle." Y/N admitted. "I guess I just lost touch in who we were as a couple and Wanda isn't happy and she is set in this decision because as much as I could say it would change and fight for the marriage, I know that would be a lie because of my job and if I were to cut back, we would lose money and the boys college funds won't increase vastly either."

"The boys will be ok for now." Iryna told them as they shook their head.

"I don't want them to have to go to community college. I want them to choose the best colleges for their dream jobs." Y/N told them both. "I also have another fund for Wanda to decide with what she wants to do with it. She can open up a shop, cafe or a bakery. I just want her to be happy and if I am not the one making her happy, I would happily step aside so she can be."

"You are a good kid." Oleg stated as he sat forward. "You always have been and you are perfect for Wanda. Maybe a separation would be best?"

"No, she has her heart set on divorce." They told them. "I just wanted to tell you because I know she will worry about this, especially since she needs you both now more than ever." With that, Y/N bid their goodbyes and left the two.

As Monday fast approached and Y/N had took the day to look at some apartments. Soon falling for a two bedroom only 10 minutes away from the house. Already deciding on taking it, they seen a message from Wanda.

'We need to talk'

Once they had made an appointment to sign the lease and get the keys, they made their way towards the house. Taking a deep breath as they knocked on the door.

"You don't have to knock." Wanda told them as she let them inside.

"I don't live here Wanda so yes I do." They told her firmly. "This is your home." Those words hit Wanda like an 18 wheeler as she poured some coffee.

"I guess so." She handed them their cup before she pursed her lips, leaning on the counter as she kept a lot of distance between the two. "Why did you tell my parents?" She questioned.

"I knew you would worry about their reaction." They answered her honestly. "I just told them the truth about it all and they want to be there for you and the boys Wanda."

"But I should have told them." She told them sternly as Y/N sighed.

"Wanda, if I can't do this something for you, take the stress off of you for once then what type of person am I?" They questioned as they stepped closer. "I know we aren't together but I still want to make sure you aren't stressed and you're ok, because that's all I will ever want."

"Ok." She whispered as she moved back. "I just, I was caught off guard by it." She looked up into their eyes before speaking once more. "Then who is going to be there for you through this?"

"I will be fine." They told her. "I always am." They stepped away from her as they played with their fingers, picking the skin on their cuticles. "I guess I will head out and I will see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you tomorrow." Wanda whispered as she took a deep breath.

Closing her eyes as she heard the door close once more. Her heart was breaking at this moment as she knew there was no coming back from this.

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Unwanted Marriage | Chapter 6 - Tumultuous Times

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Your Dad called you while you were at work and even though you thought of not answering his calls, he was still your father in the end.

D: Y/N, can you come home for a visit? I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you.

You: Dad, I have been busy lately.

D: I've got nothing, just miss you. If you can come back, then please come over to visit me.

You thought about how Marcus and Stephanie have broken up and Stephanie would undoubtedly hate you even more.

D: What I said before was a little harsh, you should not take it to heart.

You: Dad, I'll go back after work.

D: Good, then I'll let the maid make some of your favourite dishes.

Without you knowing, there was an ulterior motive for calling you. It may not be for Stephanie this time but for himself. The company has not been doing well lately, stocks have been going down in the red with no prospect of going up.

"Young miss, during the time you were not here, the house has been lifeless. Even the flowers in the backyard don't look as pretty as when you were around." The house assistant admitted.

"Dad!" You greeted him when you saw him.

"Y/N Y/L/N! You have the nerves to come back!" The devil broke the peace around the house once again. "If it weren't for you, Marcus wouldn't have swayed and broke up with me!" She yelled from the second floor. "What is going on?" Your father asked. "What else could it be? Marcus doesn't want me anymore, he broke up with me! It's all her fault! She's shameless! She keeps wandering in front of Marcus every day. She even booked the same hotel as him during his business trip!" It's always the culprit that has the most to say.

"Y/N, you... you really let me down..."

"Dad, you must get justice for me, anyway, I will never forgive her anymore!"

"Y/N, you shall not go anywhere for the time being, stay obediently at home to reflect on your behaviour!" What were you? 12? Why do you have to be forced to stay at home? "Dad! What are you doing?!"

"Don't blame me, I can't believe that our family has such a heartless member like you."

"During your reflection, I will negotiate a divorce with the Romanoff family. Her wife should be Stephanie in the first place, and we could not let the wrong go on any longer.

"Dad! What are you planning?" You started to panic and tried opening the door! "Dad! Open the door!"

"Save it! Dad has already contacted the Romanoff family. You should just obediently wait to sign the divorce papers!"

You lay on your bed hoping that she won't agree to the divorce, you want to be 100% certain, but with how fickle-minded she is, you aren't sure. You started to sweat as the pain in your stomach grew.

"You were not supposed to marry into the Romanoff family in the first place. It was a misunderstanding from the start!" Stephanie shouted through the door. She found it odd that it was so quiet and walked away when there was no satisfaction in bickering with you. She called Marcus to inform him that she was going to marry Natasha. "My father wants Y/N to divorce Natasha Romanoff and ask me to marry him."

"Prepare the car, we are going to the Y/L/N family immediately." Marcus told his assistant as he took his coat and rushed out of the office.

"Stephanie! Stephanie! I was wrong, will you come back to my side? I've missed you these few days." He rushed to find her once he stepped into the house. "I don't want you to get married to Natasha Romanoff, she's not good..."

"Stephanie, didn't you tell me that you've broken up with Marcus?" Your father asked. "Mr Y/L/N, will you allow me to get married with Stephanie?" She felt that her hopes were anew now that Marcus was looking at her again.

Before your father could reply, the head assistant announced that Natasha arrived at the house. "Stephanie, all these were caused by you, you're going to solve it!"

"Where is Y/N?" Natasha asked, cutting to the chase. "She is resting upstairs. Natasha, these days Y/L/N have met with some trouble, I heard it's the Romanoff-"

"Where is Y/N?" Natasha asked again, this time much louder and angrier. "She's on the second floor. I'll ask someone to go and call her up now."

"Oh dear, Ms Y/L/N has fainted!" Someone shouted from the second floor. "Clint!" Natasha immediately threw him into action. "Nat, Y/N can't come to her senses now. She needs to be sent to the hospital as soon as possible." He came back down carrying you bridal-style. Panic ensued and Natasha barked orders at him and everyone. Clint went ahead to bring you to the hospital while Natasha stayed behind to give everyone a piece of her mind. "If anything happens to Y/N, I won't let any of you off."

"Natasha, she's been quiet in the room, I didn't know that..." Your father tried explaining. "Natasha!" Kate, her other assistant, came to replace Clint while he was away. "Natasha, shall I go with you? Natasha?" She continued to ignore him as Kate wheeled her away from them.

Even if you are rich, you can only ask your assistant to help when your wife is sick!

In the hospital, you have a private suite thanks to Natasha. It wasn't long before you came around and the first thing you saw was Natasha. "Thank you." You said when he passed you a glass of water to drink.

"Natasha... I-"

"I know the divorce was not your idea." Hearing her say that made your chest lighter. "Yeah, I have confidence in myself." But she was so narcissistic. She placed the glass on the side table before pulling you onto her. "I'm warning you, no matter what happens, I will never allow you to agree to a divorce. Do you hear me?" You felt that this signifies the change between you and her. You were no longer hiding yourself from her and started to understand her more.

===

Stephanie has been texting you regarding her wedding. Informing you what she has been doing as if wanting to make you feel jealous. Dad even hired a wedding planner for her who usually helps idols only. Sure, you didn't have the best wedding because you weren't in the best planning mood when it happened, but now, you are happier than ever with Natasha. She even asked you to join her in choosing her wedding gown. You declined saying you had something else going on when your dad personally asked you, you have no choice but to head down too.

You texted Natasha that you were going to accompany Stephanie to try her wedding gown so there was no need to wait for you for dinner. But you should have expected that Natasha would go wherever you were. And she was already there waiting as you arrived at the store. "What are you doing here?"

"Worry about you." You smiled slightly before replying, "It's just trying out gowns, it'll be fast."

"Marcus! Look at me! Is it nice?" Stephanie had already tried on some gowns and appeared to find something she liked. "Y/N, here you are."

"Doesn't your bridesmaid want to try on her gown today too?" Marcus asked. "She should be here soon, according to her personality, she'll always be slightly late."

"Y/N, you probably don't have a dress for that day, why don't you go and pick one?" Stephanie asked. Natasha also urged you to pick one but you told them you have gowns at home that can be worn to weddings.

"Stephanie! I found you! You look pretty today." Her friend finally came and Stephanie went to welcome her. "Can't believe you're still with Marcus, and he's still handsome."

"Let's go and pick our gowns." They went to the back and you were left with your wife and ex-boyfriend.

"Y/N, no matter what you think of me, I hope you are happy. If Natasha Romanoff is the future you choose, then I will pave the way for you." You're disgusted by the confidence he has. "Y/N, I can sacrifice everything for you!"

"Mr Lancaster, you actually put in so much effort for a past love."

"As long as she can remember me, I am willing to do whatever I can!"

"Marcus, what are you guys talking about?" Her friend came to intrude. "Nothing, we were just talking about wedding dress."

"How can you leave your bride alone?" She teased. "Wendy!" Stephanie whispered and she laughed it off before dragging Marcus to help pick a dress for her.

"Miss Romanoff, here is the gown you requested." It seemed like Natasha had ordered something in advance. "I want this dress for the bridesmaid." Wendy saw what the store assistant was holding and wanted it as her own. Birds of the same feather flock together. However, Natasha ignored her and told the store assistant to get that in a small size with other colours. "Then you'll have to wait for me, I'll be out soon!" You went into the changing room and gave a small wave to Natahsa.

"Steph..." Wendy whined. "Alright, don't mind it, just please Natasha for a while."

You came out wearing the turquoise knee-length dress and have never felt so beautiful. You radiate brightness in the room that stunned everyone.

"Steph, you will also look pretty in this. You know, beautiful like a fairy. Right, Marcus?"

"O-ok, we'll take that. I'll make an appointment to take wedding photos and make sure you look good."

You were clearly wrong when you thought it was going to be a quick trip. It was dark by the time you exited the store."Clint, put those clothes in the car."

"Clothes? What clothes?"

"The ones you wore."

"Really? You don't have to buy all of them."

"I like it."

===

Finally, it was the day of their wedding and your father had invited almost everyone he knew to celebrate her daughter's wedding. After the ceremony, Stephanie linked arms with Marcus as they went around doing pleasantries and drinking with everyone.

At the end of the day, Marcus was so drunk that his friends had to carry him to his room. "Every minute of the wedding night is precious, Stephanie will blame us if you drink anymore."

"I'm not drunk! I can keep going!" He insisted as his friends dropped him on the bed. "Sorry to trouble you." Stephanie thanked them as they went out. "We'll go first. You two have a great rest."

She sighed when they were finally left alone in the hotel room, drunk Marcus is tough to control. "Marcus, get up and take a shower, you stink!" She tried pulling him up and taking off his jacket until he pushed her onto the bed. "Marcus?"

He leaned forward to kiss her and mumbled, "Y/N..."

"What did you just say?" She pushed him away after hearing the unimaginable words from her lips. "Y/N, don't leave, I can't bear to see you leave..."

"Why..." She realised that she has fallen into a marriage with deception, with someone who no longer loves her.

(I had a tough time decision if I wanted to add Melina and Yelena into this at first, I thought at least I was going to put Yelena into this, but she has to have a close relationship with her mother who isn't very kind, so I decided to scrap both and include new characters instead.)

"You're finally back Y/N, Natasha's stepmom is here." Brooke told you once you entered the house. Somehow you get the feeling that she used this as an excuse to get away from them. "Why is she here? What about Natasha?"

"Natasha has something to do at the company and I didn't expect them to come. The young lady next to her is Natasha's sister, Samantha." Brooke informed you. "How come I have not seen her before?"

"During your wedding, she had to attend a fashion show abroad, and was unable to hurry back."

"Then why didn't you entertain them? We can't just stand here and do nothing." You quickly dropped your bags when towards them. "Mrs Romanoff, why didn't you tell me in advance you were going to come? Do you want any drinks? Coffee? Tea? Water?" You offered.

"Really not ladylike, you get nervous easily."

Surely anyone would be nervous meeting their partner's parents.

"Do I have to inform you deliberately just because I want to see my daughter? Or, you dare not see me?" She differs from Alexei a lot. Alexei looks like he can kill you, is a cinnamon roll. Whereas she looks like she is going to kill you and will kill you.

"Mrs Romanoff, I had no such intention."

"Mum, is this the woman my sister married? Not as good as Anna." A foreign name caught your attention and you were curious as to who she is.

"Gabby, don't talk about the past." She scolded her daughter and the young lady stuck out her tongue in defiance. "I came here today just to see if you've made any progress since you married my daughter. Unexpectedly, you still let me down." You had no idea what progress she wanted you to make.

"Mum, this woman doesn't deserve her!"

"Miss, Y/N is very nice." Brooke tried defending you but only brought herself into the fight. "Who are you? How dare a servant talk to me!?" You can't argue with people like her who would never be able to see another person's point of view. Thankfully, Natasha came back from work, saving you from the awkward silence.

Gabrielle went towards Natasha and took over Clint's job of pushing Natasha. "You don't know, just now my sister-in-law wanted to throw me out with my mother!"

"What is going on?"

"I just came back and mum wanted to bring me here to visit Y/N, but not long after we started talking, she flared up."

"I mean Y/N, are you okay?" You gave her a small nod. "What are you doing here?" It's been more than 10 years and she still refuses to call her mother. "Natasha, I haven't seen you for a long time, can't you let me accompany you?"

"Come on, what is it about?"

"Alright..." She sighed. "Your grandpa gave all his assets to you and at the same time you have to manage Romanoff Corporation. I'm sure you feel so overwhelmed. Gabby has nothing to do at home, she can go over to your grandpa's place to help out, what do you think? I've spoken to him and he has no comments, what do you think?"

"Who does he think he is? At grandpa's place, it's still not up to him to make comments, it is now under my name. If he wants to give things to Gabrielle, he has to go through me."

"Sister! Just let me accompany you, anyway, I have nothing to do at home." Gabby whined.

"If you were a boy, your grandpa would have let you work in Romanoff Corporation! It's all my fault." Mrs Romanoff sighed. "Since your sister is unwilling, let's go back."

In the car she chided Gabby for only knowing how to act spoiled in front of her sister. Even though the asset is not much, it's still a big company, it wouldn't have killed her to fight a little.

"Next time just let them go, no need to talk much with them."

"But they are you-"

"They are not! I've brought you to see my mother, this woman is just an outsider." Natasha stated clearly.

"I know now. But why do you never go over to your grandpa's place?" You asked. If your grandpa gave you his assets, you'd be sure to visit him more often. "Mother broke the relations with grandpa to be with my father at that time. Grandpa didn't even know that she had passed away. When he found out, it was already an old man sending off his daughter in a funeral." You nodded and closed the topic.

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You had a few days of peace, going off to work and coming home until today. You saw your father waiting for you outside the door and with no means of avoiding him, you reached out first. "Dad, when did you come?"

"I've been waiting here for a while. You are busy, so all I can do is to wait for you."

"Go in first, it's windy today."

Inside the house, Natasha was working from home today. Realising you were about to reach home, she ended the meeting with his deputies and wheeled out, preparing to meet you. "Micheal?"

"Natasha? You're at home? I met Y/N coincidentally while I was doing some stuff nearby, so she asked me to come in and have a seat."

"I heard that your company recently encountered some difficulties?" Natasha cut to the chase, knowing his motive. There was no way he was outside doing some stuff.

"Since you know it, I won't beat around the bush. My company recently needs some money to turn around..." After all, the basis of this marriage was to support the company. It's unfortunate that he chose the wrong person who would not bend to his demands and give everything he says and ends up sending his daughter away to someone else.

"How much?" Natasha asked as she took out a cheque. "About 5 million." She passed him the blank cheque and said. "Fill in the amount yourself. My assistant will sign the IOU with you later."

"I-IOU?" He stuttered. "Financial matters should be settled clearly even between brothers. Even though you are Y/N's father. 5 million is also not a small amount, so it is better to record it down. Don't want to borrow it anymore? Then forget it."

Micheal was facing financial issues with his company and if he doesn't accept, the company will face big problems. Natasha also didn't specify when to return the money, so he was just going to borrow it first. "I want, I want. When your assistant is here, we will sign it."

A tiger never changes its stripes. Once he got the money, he left without even saying anything to you. When you came out holding snacks and drinks, he was nowhere to be found. "You keep this." Natasha handed you a piece of paper and you had a close look at it. "An IOU? Why are you still lending money to him?"

"I'll have to lend it to him sooner or later. It's better to catch him first."

"You can't just lend him so casually! It's 5 million! You know what kind of situation he is in, don't you? When there is a first, there will always be a second. If this goes on there will be no ending to this!"

"Are you caring about me?"

"Ahem, don't talk nonsense. I'm going to help Brooke in the kitchen."

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Ch. 1 - Divorcee

"You've got to be joking," you shook your head, completely baffled at the news you had just heard from the city clerk sitting behind tempered glass. They gave you an empathetic stare in return, a small, awkward smile on their face.

Your fiancé, Seiko, looked at you, also bewildered to the news that they had just heard. You'd kept it a well-tucked away secret up to that point in your relationship, but the cat was very out of the bag at this point.

"It's been three years, how could it have gone overlooked for this long?" You whined angrily to the poor, glorified secretary in front of you. You weren't paying any mind to the look of dismay Seiko was giving you. You had flames of anger in your eyes, nothing could distract from the rage you felt at the major inconvenience that was your ex-husband. You knew him to be arrogant, immature, impolite...the list could go on.

"I'm sorry, Ms. L/N, but we can't process the marriage certificate until your previous marriage to..." they trailed off to look at the name on their computer screen once again, "Satoru Gojo...is fully dissolved. There's nothing I can do, it needs his signature for final processing."

You took a deep breath, realizing there really wasn't anything you could do. "Thank you," you tried to contain your anger. As you spoke, the clerk handed over the paperwork you needed to finish things off with your previous marriage.

With what you needed in your hands, the two of you left the city clerk's office. You kept a straight face, meanwhile Seiko was positively seething. There was a sense of betrayal from such a serious secret being kept for the entirety of your two year relationship.

"Y/N," Seiko started with concern once you were out of earshot of the general public, "you didn't tell me you were married before."

You sighed as the two of you walked toward the subway, heading down the stairs and toward the terminal. "It's a long story," you replied in a soft tone, realizing that your serious secret could have done some major damage to your current relationship. "I kept it in for a reason."

"Well, now it's out and I need to know about it," Seiko said sternly as the two of you scanned your passes and began your wait for the ride home. "Y/N, I love you, but you can't just pass this off as if it was nothing," they hissed, trying to keep their voice low so others nearby wouldn't hear.

"Let's get home first, I'll tell you everything," you closed your eyes as if to try and meditate away the headache forming in your temples.

When the two of you returned home, you got comfortable in preparation to spill the details on your little secret. Seiko sat down with you on your sofa in your shared apartment. The two of you lived in Hokkaido. You had moved this far after your 'divorce' on purpose, in order to escape a past you longed to forget. You lived humbly, but it was a happy humble.

"Do you remember what I told you about my family?" You asked Seiko who was staring at you intently as the two of you lounged on the sofa.

"They're sorcerers, right?" They replied. When you had originally told them about your family they didn't believe it. It was a power they'd only seen in movies, so they were immediately starstruck. They didn't ask much about it out of respect for you, but that didn't stop them from ignorantly researching from time to time.

You nodded toward their response. "Right, there's a lot of...bureaucracy within that community. It's almost like it's own governmental body," you awkwardly laughed to yourself for a moment, "a lot of the time, the Japanese government has to speak to us first regarding certain matters." How you spoke of this 'community' made it seem incredibly serious to Seiko, their heart fluttered from the stress of your statement. "Essentially, families involved, certain families, have sorcery that can be and have to be passed down through generations. We all play a part."

You began to recall the moment you were pulled into that room those years ago, a recent graduate of the technical college, newly aged nineteen.

You came from a lineage of 'imbuers.' With a technique not made for combat, your family's power involved imbuing and maintaining cursed objects; something only your family could do. Though it was not often needed, it was still a critical part in the community, critical enough for your family to be considered a part of one of the 'big three' but not enough to make it the 'big four.' Though this did mean your family had a certain closeness to those three other families: Kamo, Zenin, and Gojo.

You had been called to the Gojo estate after work, it was a job you had recently acquired to keep yourself busy and to gain a sense of independence from your smothering family. Your parents were already there after attending a previous meeting with the head of said clan. You weren't told the subject of the meeting, just that it would be between your parents and the head of the Gojo family. Per usual for these visits, you wore a traditional kimono. It's fabric and tightness noticeably uncomfortable after your long work day. You could think of a thousand different places you'd rather be.

You were lead into one of the smaller rooms toward the back of the estate, your sock feet shuffling along the wood floors. An attendant slid back the shoji door for you to find yourself being the last one to arrive.

Your parents, as well as the head of the Gojo clan and his wife, knelt on one side of a low table, their hands folded in their laps and a formal, somber look on their faces. Notably, their son who was also your age, Satoru Gojo, sat opposite of them with an open spot next to him clearly meant for you.

He turned his head back to look at you as you entered, black sunglasses perched upon his nose. He had a pearly white smile on his face as he playfully patted the zabuton next to him to which his father gave him a stern look that Satoru ignored. You lightly rolled your eyes and took your assigned place next to him. He, too, was forced to wear a yukata for the formality of such a meeting.

You cleared your throat and cautiously looked at each of them only to receive no response to your sudden presence other than their intense stares.

"Um," your voice was mouse-like, "what's going on here? Why...did you all summon us like this?" Satoru's presence was certainly a surprise. Usually these meetings were about an object needing imbued where only the family heads were involved.

You noticed your parents exchanging a nervous glance at one another before looking back at you. Your mother shifted and looked toward her lap as your father took the lead. The head Gojo and his wife kept their stoic expressions.

"We've gathered you here to discuss an important matter," your father's voice almost shook in intimidation, "it concerns the future of our families and our...clans."

"You see," your mother chimed in to give her cautious support, "there has been an...arrangement made between our families."

Knowing where this was going without needing to be told, Satoru smiled once again and placed his hands behind his head, stretching, in preparation for the big reveal. You gave your mother a look that egged her on, a look of extreme concern. You felt the beating in your chest increase as if your heart had suddenly become a steel hammer.

"It's a marriage proposal, dear," Satoru's mother piped up seriously, her voice regal but still with a hint of warmth. Her husband's stare, however... It was no wonder your parents were intimidated every time the Gojos came around.

You felt a moment of shock, frustration, and disbelief to what you had just heard. There was no way in this day and age that this was happening. Your mind raced in search of an appropriate way to respond, an appropriate way to reject the idea. It couldn't come to you.

"A marriage proposal, are you serious?" You looked between the four of them with your eyes wide, your adolescence showing through. Your voice was shaky, a tinge of incredulity to it.

"As serious as a heart attack," Satoru sighed happily, still wearing his infuriatingly cheerful smile as if this wasn't a huge deal. He seemed completely at ease with the situation. He was clearly used to these types of 'situations' being from the top family in the realm of jujutsu.

Your father nodded earnestly, "Yes, we are. It's a...proposition that could...solidify the bonds between our clans and...ensure our continued prosperity." That was it...money. They were doing this for money. Your heart felt like it had angrily snapped in two.

"And it's not a decision we've taken lightly, dear. We've thought long and hard about it," your mother's voice was sweet, but what you heard was absolute betrayal falling from her lips.

Seeing your disbelief, Satoru's father responded with a composed tone of anger. "It is necessary for our clan to produce an heir to keep the balance of society," Satoru's father finally spoke, his aging brow seriously furrowed. "Our son is the last of our name. It is of utmost importance that the Six Eyes as well as Limitless go on and we need to ensure that happens. Especially considering the recent events involving the special grade curse user Geto Suguru."

Satoru's smile was quickly erased at the mention of his best friend's name. It was something he never wanted to think about again if he could.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing; marrying someone you hardly thought of as a friend, let alone a romantic partner, was unthinkable. The absurdity of it all made you want to laugh but you could tell from the air in the room alone that this was no joke.

"I..." your voice shook as you struggled to maintain your composure, "I can't believe this. We hardly know one another and you expect us to get married?!"

Satoru, who was leaning on his hands as he sat on his own zabuton, taking things so nonchalantly, leaned forward to capture your attention. It was hard to look away from his bright blue eyes as they carelessly stared at you from behind his black lenses.

"Look, I know it's unexpected, but maybe it's not so bad, right?" He was trying to play mediator here. He, too, had absolutely no interest in having a wife. He just wanted his family to shut up about it; he'd deal with the consequences of ultimately having no heir later.

You shot him an incredulous look, almost flinching at his words. "Seriously, Gojo? You think this is a good idea?"

He shrugged, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Who knows? We might surprise ourselves. Plus, we've known each other for a long time, right?"

Since birth, you thought to yourself. He was essentially a childhood best friend that had drifted away in your teen years. At this point, you'd call yourselves acquaintances if anything.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes again at his casual attitude. The weight of the situation bore down on you, and you turned back to your parents. "Can we at least discuss this further? I need some time to think about it."

Just before your sentence ended and your parents had a chance to respond, the head of the Gojo clan answered with a booming voice. "There is no further need for discussion. We have made our decision and the two of you will wed within the year."

You were taken aback by his forceful insistence. It was clear that he was not open to any type of negotiations or delays. The situation had taken a sharp and unexpected turn, and it seemed as though your fate had been sealed without any say in the matter. The days ahead would be filled with uncertainty and apprehension as you faced the reality of an impending marriage to Satoru Gojo, whether you liked it or not.

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