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DON'T FORGET ME | BAJI KEISUKE.

⋆˙⟡♡ synopis. going to a concert with your best friend certainly has its perks. and so does hooking up with one of the bandmates.

⋆˙⟡♡ contains. bimbo!reader, rockstar!baji, unprotected sex, pet names, asphyxiation, creampie, semi-public sex, baji being sleazy + eighteen plus, mdni.

⋆˙⟡♡ word count. 3.3k.

“Thanks for coming to tonight’s show! Here’s one more song before we head out!”

You’d never been much of a fan of underground rock music, and quite frankly, you still weren’t. Something about obnoxiously loud vocals backed up with random electric guitar riffs just never settle right within your spirit. In fact, you almost forgot the real reason you stood just yards away from one of the biggest up and coming rock bands.

For one thing, the air was incredulously too suffocating. Bodies upon bodies virtually sewn together despite the spacious arena that held them, and the stage lights abnormally dim—Only a few saffron-hued luminescences casted upon the four males that appeared on the platform. You hardly saw the members in the far back on their guitars but of what you could make out, one had white hair decorated with a small black streak and tan skin that glimmered under the hot lights while the other, with a dark neck tattoo and bold eyes, drank from his half-full water bottle.

Mostly by the front and center of the stage, occupied the drummer and the person who was just speaking out from the mic mere seconds ago.

“That’s my fucking brother!” Your best friend and little sister of the main vocalist, Airi shouted. She was but the replication of her brother; large, emerald orbs dazzled with long dark brown eyelashes and heaps of wavy blonde hair that fell downward to her lower back. Her outfit choice of leather pants donned with a matching corset top left none of her figure to the imagination, an ode to her love of the genre.

Wherever Airi went, you followed, and when she proposed the idea of seeing her brother and his bandmates perform, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity—Not to mention the free front row tickets he offered.

It was clear Chifuyu heard his sister from the crowd, looking down at the two of you with an illustrious smile and gesturing a two finger salute. He inched back with the microphone taut in the grip of his left hand and sent off a cue to the rest of his bandmates. Music followed hastily after and he began to sing.

Throughout the whole show, your eyes remained locked onto the raven-haired drummer. You marveled at each and every ministration he made, how his demeanor seemed to switch with each passing song and how the sweat accumulated on his perfectly toned body. In your head, you could’ve cursed Airi for not telling you about him beforehand, he��s totally your type.

You bobbed your head along to the melody that flowed within your ears and it was evident to Airi that you were enjoying the show you formally told her you “probably wouldn’t enjoy.”

She leaned over to sonorously whisper-yell in your ear. “Having fun?” The expiration of her words practically fell to flat ears had you not seen her in your peripheral view. In all honesty, you were more-so focused on the aggression that sexy drummer displayed while he played. How did he not break the drumset? Surely, he was strong enough to do so.

“Huh?” You peered over at her, vacant eyes meeting her jaded ones. She gave you her signature allknowing look and turned back to face the band.

Soon enough, the music stopped and the venue was filled with its final cheers. The stage went ominously tenebrous and the rest of the audience filed out of the stadium, except for you and Airi.

“Wanna go chill backstage?” Airi proposed. She pointed her thumb in the direction of a hallway filled with staff. “Are we even allowed to?” you started. “The place is packed with security.”

Airi mirthfully elbowed you, that sly smile on her perfectly made-up face. “I’m family, they’ll understand.”

One thing you couldn’t knock about your best friend was her adventurousness. Truthfully, you were just as bad as her, yet a bit more wary of getting in trouble—Especially if the law was involved, but you liked fun. And this was definitely what you needed. “Show me the way then, Little Matsuno.”

And with that, the both of you had set foot on your way to heading backstage.

Which undoubtedly felt like the case until you found yourself stranded among other concertgoers and personnel that you lost sight of your friend. She couldn’t have gotten far so where the hell was she? You continued your search by calling her phone, walking in any direction to pick up the slightest amount of signal.

“Hey.”

The bellow of a deep voice stopped you dead in your tracks and you sheepishly looked up with silent hopes that you hadn’t gotten in it with the wrong person. Much to your dismay (Or maybe it was a blessing), the man you’d been eyeing all night stood tall above you. Long, wavy noir tresses sat at his wide shoulders to match his black tank top that was slightly rolled up at the hem, showing off his midriff and that delicious v-line. His toned and ink littered arms folded across his chest while an undistinguishable expression etched over his features.

“Uh, hi.” You blinked a few times in dubiousness at the circumstance you so gracefully landed yourself in. Proximal distance to his figure led you to tread backward a few steps until you were at a comfortable enough range to take him in fully.

He looked so fucking mean, thick eyebrows pursed together, and sharp, amber eyes narrowed upon your figure.

“What do ya think you’re doin’?”

You had half a mind to drop to your knees and show him what was on your mind, yet you remained to keep yourself where you stood, for his sake of course.

His eyes bored holes into your frame. Whereas you couldn’t keep up with his unwavering eye contact, he managed to take note of every little quirk about you. “Um.. I was looking for my friend.” Your throat felt dry as you began to speak. “She said I could come backstage—Her name’s Airi Matsuno, Chifuyu’s sister.” The words got quieter as you spewed them out. You weren’t sure if it was your nerves or the intimidation, he’s so much taller up close.

“Eh? Fuyu’s lil’ sis?” He looked behind him to one of his bandmates, that same one as before with the blond streaks and neck tattoo. It seemed as though every member had genes blessed by the deities up above. “Tora, does Fuyu have a sister?”

The man you come to realize as “Tora” affirms your claim, adding that he had just seen Airi and Chifuyu leave the venue.

“Damn it, Ai.” You thought to yourself as if she’d actually given one day to not be herself.

The drummer turns back to look at you, this time unfolding his arms and standing somewhat widely. His thick dark brows remained quirked in a perplexed manner. He leans down to meet your gaze, hands hidden in his pockets as he concludes. “Some friend you got there. She left ya all alone.”

“She does that sometimes.” You reply.

He straightened up back to his full height, his expression softening, and a slight crack of a smile on his lips. “Guess i’ll keep ya company ‘til she comes back.”

Any other day, your humility would’ve been disregarded to the back of your mind. In all actuality, you were discourteous and loved attention, yet the feeling of a celebrity seemingly stooping low enough for some lost, 20-something year old groupie in disguise, kept your modesty in perfect condition.

“Oh, you don’t have to-“

Your words were quickly cut off by his cold demeanor as he opened one of the doors in the narrow hallway beside him. “But I wanna. /Ven aqui/.“ Eyes looked into yours like daggers and you couldn’t quite tell if he were vexed at your facade or if he were just blessed with bedroom eyes.

You followed him into what seemed to be his greenroom. It’s complete with a set of drums on one side near the corner and a half opened window, and a leather couch in the middle, not to mention the rack of clothes on the other edge.

“Didn’t catch your name, though. You are?” He questioned, sitting at the drumset in front of you. You made yourself comfortable on the plush couch, pulling the hem of your pink bodycon down in hopes you don’t reveal too much.

“I’m Y/N. And you are?”

He raises an eyebrow then follows it with a hearty laugh. “You came to my show ‘nd ya don’t even know my name?” You felt heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, but he was right. You didn’t know any of the members aside from the obvious, Chifuyu.

“My friend dragged me here, I just go wherever she goes.” You retort, a cordial grin on your face. He adjusts his sitting position and spreads his legs slightly.

It’s coming. The urge to suck dick.

“Yeah? Name’s Baji. You can call me Keisuke though.”

He pulled the pair of drumsticks from his back pocket and quietly tapped away. “You’re cute.” Dexterously, he twirled one of the sticks between his fingers where you noticed his black lacquered nails paired with the skull-esque designs of the rings that adorned said digits. “You like a college student or something?” Heat spread across your cheeks at the comment. A band member calling you cute was not something you thought you’d experience tonight, but there’s lots you haven’t experienced yet.

“Mhm. It’s a lot though, I'm thinking of dropping out.” More calm your voice was, and he picked up on your energy, sending a stern glance your way.

“Nah, don’t do that.” The melodic tapping from the drumsticks halt. “Ya seem like a smart girl, don’t be like me.”

Curiosity overtakes you, causing you to press forward. “And what are you like, Keisuke?” His name tasted saccharine falling off your tongue and filling your ears with the sweetest music. Keisuke, Keisuke, Keisuke.

“Dropped out at 14, ran around with a few gangs, and now ‘m doing music.” His words register in his mind before he continues. “But ‘m makin’ good money now, maybe you should live like me a little.”

A giggle resonated within the room and he felt his heart swell at the cute laughter. He wasn’t quite sure what urged your joy but he returned it with a smile of his own. You truly do have the prettiest face. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Ya know..” His words slipped off his tongue like honey and in turn you gave him the most of your attention, curious eyes locked on his dismal bronze ones. “I got this beat I can’t get out my head. Can I get your opinion?” His expression was glazed over in calculation with a slight pat to his thigh that you seemingly picked up. Instinctively, your body moved on its own and replied to his silent call. As you nestled into his lap, you only hoped that this had been what he was asking for. “Mhm.” Your response was curt and barely escaped under the pressure of your breath.

Your back was pressed against his chest and your core was slotted over his thigh, a relatively intimate position despite the need for cordial relations. He started up on the drums, stirring up the common one-two, one-two beat that emphasized its focus on the round bass drum that sat at the bottom of the set. It was as if with each press to the drum pedal the muscle of his thigh dangerously tensed beneath your heat, eliciting surges of delirium and pleasure straight to the very source. It’s clear he knew what he was doing from the onsight of your glossy lips parting and the faintest decibel of a gasp leaving your lips.

“Y’like it?” Deep voice ghosted over your ear as he leaned in precariously close. “Y’sure it won’t sound better like this?”

The beat he originally created morphed into one of a sonorous, heavier tone. Your body vaguely rocked over his, your tits bouncing from the nefarious rising and falling of his leg in the sweetest, yet most sinister tandem with his flexing thighs.

And all restraint vanished from within you as you diligently rutted your hips. You felt embarrassed. Like a needy nuisance needed to be taken care of, yet again, your humility sat idly by and pride dwindled from your very being.

“That—That sounds nice.” Your reply was breathy and if you thought enough of this through, your little plan of passing your insatiability off as adjusting your position would’ve worked on him. But it didn’t.

The sultry, damp sensation he felt on his blackened denim pants told him otherwise. Baji chuckled to no one in particular, the sharp canines on display while he smirked mirthfully to himself. He’s had his fair share of girls practically throwing themselves at him, and still, you were the most fun to play with.

The flexing and relaxing of his muscles didn’t let up, as with your ruthless humping. You held tightly to his knees with the pressure only gradually increasing when you felt yourself crumbling in his hold.

On the verge of your awaiting orgasm, Baji’s lips press against the shell of your studded ear.

“I saw you starin’ in the crowd tonight—Couldn’t keep my eyes off that tiny lil’ dress you’re wearing.” He moved one hand from the drumset to snake over the front of your garment, calloused hands kneading at your soft and pert breasts. The movement was one of full dexterity. Your nipples ached as he pinched and rolled them between his fingers.

“Knew you weren’t wearin’ a bra.” his lips against your ear trailed down to your neck which caused the helplessly rutting of your core over his thigh, strikingly close to orgasm. You had managed to keep your whimpers low but due to proximity, you left nothing to be unheard. A harsh tug of your nipples pulled you from the hazed out state you were entranced in.

“Gotta tell Tora I won our little bet.”

False lashes fluttered with every move the both of you made. Your voice was soft as you responded, “You’re just so fucking fine, Couldn’t help myself.”

He was used to the attention. He’s a 6’0 rockstar with a checkered past — Any girl would fall for that cliche shtick, yet something within him wanted to toy with your naivety. Would you really believe anything he said?

“I don’t get much attention from fans, but you? You’re special.”

It was that moment that sent you over the edge, a lewd cry followed by your body convulsing, pretty face screwed up in pleasure, letting Baji know your release had hit you, and fucking hard at that.

“Oh ho? That did it for ya, huh?” He watched in awe at the sopping mess of his pants while allowing you to ride out your high completely before those same strong hands bunched your dress up at the hip.

You rested against his back for a while as stray pants waned themselves from your lips.

“Ya poor thing, I ain’t even get to finish my drummin.’” his hands left your tits as he rasped out the words and settled on turning you around to face him on his lap. “Sorry..” you meekly responded. An airy chuckle sounded itself from him as he whips out his throbbing hard length.

It should be illegal to be as thick as a fucking Coke can, yet there he was — The tip flushed a deep mauve, and pretty pearlescent beads of precum streaming down his cock and over the few veins that seemed to run along the shaft. The prettiest dick you’ve ever seen, and you stared in awe until the deep clearing of his throat caught your attention.

Pumping it shallowly, he pushed those cute fucking pink lace panties to the side, revealing your glistening and sticky folds to him. He prodded the tip at your hole, bullying your core that left you aching for his touch.

“Ride it for me, muñequita.”

With no hesitation, you sank yourself down onto his cock, carefully taking him in.

“Fuck—” The low whimper is sounded from you as you began to bounce yourself on his lap. He felt impossible to take and with your hands rested over his shoulders paired with his arms at your waist, slowly pushing you further down, you didn’t think you could take it. “That’s it, baby. Ride it like it’s yours.” He cooed, letting his head fall back as you got him off.

You bit at your plush bottom lip to elicit any moans from flying which reigned ineffective when you picked up pace and rolled your hips, allowing his cock to drag against that spongey spot within your walls that had your resolve weakening.

Obscenities and the reverberation of skin on skin bounced against the walls of his green room. You were tighter than any girl he’d ever been in and much cuter too.

Once you were able to fall into a comfortable rhythm of bouncing on his cock he hastily began to work toward his own release having grown tired of your saunterous riding.

He lifted you up off his length and turned you around so that you were bent over his drumset. “I know you were trying your best,” he followed up his words with a quick slap to your ass before aligning his cock with your slit once more, “But i’m gonna need better than that.”

Baji noticed the way you faltered once he built up his own pace, with more fervor than the previous. You almost fell forward with the trajectory of the thrusts and to his chagrin, your moans amplified.

“D-Deep! ‘S so deep!” You cried wantonly. You felt your guts get turned inside out with his vigor. A scoff was heard from him in response, the inked up hands that rested at your hips now filing up your body and hooking at your elbows, holding you back flush against him as he continued to hit harder within your walls.

You felt unsteady when his right hand trailed up to your neck and gripped at your jaw before his index and middle finger slipped past your lips into your mouth. The metal of the rings tasted metallic and felt cold against your tongue, those being the least of your concerns when you felt your high from previously coil right up within you once more.

Without warning, you were hit with your release that left you limp in his hold, his fingers retracting from your mouth and messily running down your fat bottom lip where he also smeared a mix of saliva and cherry oil gloss down your chin.

Just momentarily from the sight of how pretty you looked, convulsing and crumbling because of his doing, he followed suit and filled your insides in thick, hot spurts of his cum, drops dripping down your thigh when he continued to rut inside you, emptying himself of his need.

It took you both a while to settle down, his lips hungrily taking in your neck down to your shoulder.

“Was that deep enough for ya?” He rasped and haziness filled your system when you pant to respond. “I-“

Just before you could respond, there’s a knock at the door and a familiar voice accompanied.

“Y/N! You in here? I’m ready to leave!”

It’s Airi, loud and clear after her awaited reappearance.

“Shit.” Baji cursed under his breath. He pulled you off of him and bent you over slightly, fetching a thick black marker from the table beside him and holding the cap between his teeth.

The uncomfortable sensation of the felt tip on your ass trailing down to your thigh lasted mere seconds as you tried to make out the shapes you couldn’t see. “Here’s my number. Don’t forget me.”

He stood you up properly and fixed your skirt, sending you off with a pat to your ass.

“I’ll see you again, Keisuke?”

“Damn right you will.”

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luveline · 5 months

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hi can i request girl dad!aaron 🥺🥺 i am such a sucker for him, anything would be amazing thank you so much <3

hope this is okay!! —you have big news for your small family. 1.5k pregnant!mom!reader

When you first married his father, you weren't expecting Jack Hotchner to like you very much. Losing his mom so young, you wouldn't have blamed him for resenting you, or even hating you. You were like a stranger in his home.

Things are different now. Jack lays in your lap with his head on your shoulder, and maybe he's a little too old for such a coddling cuddle, but who really cares? You love him and you love holding him, and if he wants some extra comfort tonight you're happy to give it. Plus, you have something you've been meaning to tell him.

“He doesn't have real headlights, did you know?” Jack asks. “They're just stickers.”

You raise your brows at the car on screen. “No kidding.” You brush your fingers through his hair. He's blonde like his mom, though that blonde has turned brown the older he gets.

“Race cars don't have headlights.”

“They don't need them,” you say. Jack smiles at you shyly and leans into your neck, clearly pleased.

You're very, very glad that you ended up being someone he loved. It's a privilege to get to look after him, and to be his step mom. In the same way you're lucky to be Aaron's partner and Jane's mom, too.

“Think dad's made dinner?” you ask.

“No, he's probably just talking to your sister.”

Yes, well. You can't blame him, nor would you want him to stop. He talks to Jane like she understands, and Jane, not even two years old, nearly brand new to the world, soaks him in. You can hear him if you strain, the dulcet cadence of his voice under the steady hum of the dishwasher.

“That's okay, sweetheart, don't get upset,” he's saying, “it's okay. Come here, I've got you.”

Jane starts to cry. You and Jack give one another the look, apprehensive in hoping it won't turn into a full blown melt down.

“Honey?” Aaron calls. “Sorry, where did you put her other pacifier?”

You kiss Jack's hair. “Sorry, bub. Wanna come with me?”

Jack wants to stay and watch Cars. You wrap him in a throw blanket and make your way into the Hotchner kitchen, where Aaron rifles through the drawers and cabinets with Jane held snugly to his chest. “I know,” he says, “I know. I'll get it.”

You nudge him aside. You only know where the spare pacifier is because you put away the wooden spoons last night and pushed it back. You fish for it, a ladybug made of glittery red plastic, and Jane's crying slows as soon as you pull it free. She grizzles while you rinse it, but she settles when you hand it over.

“This is not the best, is it? The pacifiers?” you murmur.

“She dropped her other one and it rolled under the oven. And no. Not ideal.” He pats her back gently. “As long as she stops before she gets her big teeth, she'll be okay.”

“Do you think it's a comfort issue?” you ask.

“No,” he says. You worry about stuff like this constantly, but he knows kids are more hardy, and he isn't worried. “Sorry for making you get up.”

He hates when she cries; he may see his kids as a hardy bunch, but he takes their upset as a personal failure half the time. His concern for her overrides his concern for you, but in a few weeks that might change. You can't imagine him calling you to find something again when your stomach is round as a honeydew.

You've been meaning to tell him about that, too.

You're not secret-keeping immorally, he does want another baby, but you've been having a little bit of fun. He's gone on cases so often lately that he hasn't been able to keep track of you, or your doctor's appointments.

You watch him with Jane, and you think about him with Jack, and you know he's going to be happy. He's told you as much before.

“My poor girl,” he says, covering the back of Jane's head with his hand and pulling her under his chin. He looks as fine as ever, tall, dark and handsome to a fault. Jane's lips smack as she sucks and digs her teary cheek into his chest.

You can feel his gaze on you. “Is now a good time?” he asks.

You shrug. “For what?”

“To tell me what you're not telling me.”

“Oh, busted,” you croon, aiming for his shoulder.

You do as Jane had and press your cheek to his front, your eye forced shut.

“What do you think it is?” you ask.

He makes a strange noise. You can practically hear the possibilities for your secret running through his head. His birthday is vaguely soon, so that's what he'll settle on first. But Aaron likes to disregard the obvious as most people do, only circling back to it when there's no other lead to follow.

“How big of a secret is it?” he asks, rubbing Jane's back diligently. She makes a happy sound, and for a moment he forgets his plight to kiss the top of her head.

You speak quietly, carefully, because it is big, huge news. “The pamphlets say it’s about the size of a strawberry.”

He puts his cheek to Jane's head softly, looking at you in confusion. A second, another, and his eyebrows start to relax, rise, a smile on his lips like it's too good to be true. “You are?” he asks in surprise.

Jack appears in the doorway with the throw blanket trailing behind him. “Y/N, when are you coming back to watch TV?”

“Jack, lovely, come here. I have something to tell you,” you say.

Aaron grabs your wrist. When you meet his eyes, he squeezes gently. “You're sure?” he asks.

“The doctor seemed pretty certain, handsome.” You lower your voice as Jack comes to stand in front of you. “Are you happy?”

“Happy about what?”

You put your hand on your stomach cautiously, worried about Aaron and how quiet he's being, and if it's as okay to tell Jack as you'd thought, but that action is what gets him. “I love you,” he says quizzically, as though his being happy is totally dependent on the fact. “Of course I'm happy. This is the best secret you could've kept.”

“About what?” Jack asks, patting your arm.

You bend down just a bit to see his face properly. “It's a secret you can't tell anyone for a while, okay? The only people who can know for now are me, you, and dad.”

“Can I tell Jane?” he asks.

“Yeah, buddy, you can tell your sister,” Aaron says.

You peer at him from the corner of your eye, both concerned and pleased to see the wetness ringing his waterline, and the tenderness with which he holds Jane close, his thumb rubbing little circles into her back.

“I'm going to have another baby,” you say.

Jack's jaw drops. “Right now?”

“No, not right now! You still remember last time?” you ask with a laugh, taking his shoulders into your hands.

“You were crying and shouting for dad to hold your hand.” He pokes your stomach. “So it's like Jane?”

“Maybe one day, sweetheart. For now, it's just a tiny baby.”

Jack wants to see your stomach. He's expecting a much bigger bump than you have to offer, but you explain that eventually it'll get bigger again, and he seems quite pleased. Aaron makes sure to give him a hug and ask him if he's okay, to which Jack says, “Yes, but can we have a brother this time?”

You rub the soft top of your stomach. “I'll see what I can do, Jack.”

Aaron commandeers your attention, kissing you more times than you can count. You don't think you've ever seen him this happy now the reality has truly set in, asking Jane in his murmur, “Do you want to be a big sister?”

She gurgles around the pacifier, leaving drool in a line down his chest.

“I know, honey. I'm excited too. Let's clean you up, mm? And make mommy a cup of hot cocoa…” He narrows his eyes at you. “Would you sit down?”

“I'm only ten weeks, I'm fine.”

“She's keeping secrets from me, and now she won't do what I'm asking,” he says to Jane. “Can you believe it? Anyone would think mommy doesn't like me as much as she claims.”

You kiss his cheek. “M'having your baby, Aaron, again.”

“That is a compelling argument.” He wipes Jane's cheek. “What do you think? Should we forgive her?” Jane laughs. He smiles at you, lovesick. You're not sure who for. “I guess we're letting you get away with this one, sweetheart. But no more secrets.”

“None,” you promise.

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rxmqnova · 5 months

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The youngest Maximoff pt. 2

Y/N: 9/14 years old

Story: Y/N finds out that Wanda got blipped...

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NO ONE'S POV

The sound of jet landing fills the surroundings of the compound. The rest of the team just returned home from Wakanda where they fought Thanos, but unfortunately lost. Half of the world disappeared, including Wanda which will definitely break her little sister's heart.

Y/N's been with Happy on the compound the entire time, waiting for her family to come back. Currently she's sitting at the table in the kitchen and drawing a picture for Wanda, hoping her big sister will come back soon.

"Y/N! Are you here?!" Natasha calls as soon as all of the team members step inside.

The little Maximoff shoots her head up with a smile, dropping her crayons and immediately running to greet them.

"Natty!" Y/N shouts happily, jumping into Natasha's arms which makes the redhead let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm so glad you're okay" Natasha admits, wrapping her arms tightly around the little girl and pressing a kiss to the top of her head, trying not to cry in front of her.

"Where's Wanda?" Y/N asks immediately, looking around but not spotting her sister anywhere. She furrows her brows in confusion once she sees the sad faces of everyone around. "Where's my sister?" Y/N asks again, her bottom lip trembling when no one tells her anything.

"... Honey, your sister... she... she disappeared" Natasha tells the little girl, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"What do you mean? Where did she go? Will she come back?" Y/N questions, tears running down her cheeks while she's looking at Natasha and waiting for an explination.

"I don't know, sweetheart. I'm so sorry" Natasha almost whispers, a few tears escaping her own eyes when Y/N bursts into tears.

Y/N wraps her arms around the now blonde tightly, hiding her face in Natasha's stomach while the older woman is rubbing her back.

"She promised she'd never leave me" Y/N cries out into Natasha's stomach on which Natasha squeezes her eyes shut, not really knowing what to do as Wanda's always been the one who comforted the little girl whenever was something wrong. "I want her, Natty"

"I know, sweetheart. I'm so sorry" Natasha sighs, pressing another few kisses to the top of Y/N's head.

"I want her please!" Y/N begs, breaking Natasha's heart even more.

"I promise I'll do everything to bring her back, honey" Natasha promises, tears quietly running down her face while she's looking at the little girl. "It'll be okay, I promise" She sighs, running her fingers through Y/N's hair and hugging her tightly while the little girl is sobbing into her stomach.

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5 years later...

Every single day since Wanda disappeared like half of the world, Y/N's been sleeping in her sister's bed, wearing her sister's hoodies and drawing pictures for her.

Because the Avengers finally found a way how to bring everyone back, Y/N's been staying with Happy and Morgan at Stark's house.

She is worried... worried that she might lose another person she loves if anything goes wrong. Natasha has become the most important person for Y/N, besides Wanda of course, so if anything happens to the redhead, that will be it for the young girl.

The teenager is now playing with Morgan in her little fort they've built together earlier. It helps her not to think about the mission that much, plus she kinda enjoys playing with Morgan.

"Y/N/N? Where are you?" Natasha smiles, walking around the garden with Wanda right behind her.

Y/N smiles, immediately recognizing the voice and rushing out of the fort, running into Natasha's arms.

"Natty!" The teenager jumps into the redhead's arms, making her let out a chuckle while Wanda's standing behind the pair, not believing her own eyes.

"I brought you someone" Natasha smiles, pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead and stepping aside, so Y/N could finally see her sister.

"Wanda" Y/N whispers, tears immediately forming in her eyes at the sight of her sister in front of her.

"Y/N/N" Wanda breathes out, tears already running down her cheeks when her little sister wraps her arms around her.

"I've missed you so much" Y/N cries out, not planning to let go of her sister any time soon. "Don't you dare leave me again" The girl says seriously, looking up at her sister.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N/N... I can't believe you've grown up so much. You are so beautiful" Wanda nearly whispers, cupping her sister's cheeks and wiping away her tears with her thumbs before pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead.

"Where even were you?" Y/N questions.

"I don't know. Everything went black for like 5 seconds and then I found out I was gone for 5 years and that my little sister isn't that little anymore" Wanda sighs.

"I'll always be your little sister, no matter how old I am" Y/N smiles sweetly, melting Wanda's heart with that sentence.

"I love you so much, little monkey" Wanda smiles, pulling her sister in for another tight hug and kissing her head multiple times.

"I love you too, Wanda" Y/N smiles, enjoying the feeling of being in her big sister's arms again.

"By the way... is that my hoodie?" Wanda asks as soon as they pull away from the hug, playfully raising an eyebrow on which Y/N's cheeks turn a little bit red.

"I just. I-I missed you so much and-"

"I was just kidding, honey. You look better in it anyway" Wanda chuckles, running her finger's through Y/N's hair. "How about we go to sit down somewhere and you tell me everything that's happened in the last five years?" Wanda smiles when she receives a smile and nod from her little sister. Y/N surely has a lot of things to tell her sister...

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Didn't have the heart to let Natasha jump off Vormir...

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#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #black widow #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x sister!reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader

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heesdreamer · 2 years

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5 times he calls you

SUMMARY ➩ 5 times series (5 times heeseung called you)

give it time first date

SUMMARY ➩ being jakes twin sister, your reputation followed you around wherever you went. add on the fact you were a known man eating playgirl with a thing for nerds and you were heeseung’s worst nightmare

anon request

SUMMARY ➩ jake is a terrible boyfriend and reader cheats on him with heeseung. smut… like really smut (popping my full smut cherry)

silenced

SUMMARY ➩ navigating life 1 year post end of the world was already difficult as you avoided rotting corpses with hefty appetites and groups with various bad intentions. things get harder when you run into a group of survivors, 7 boys who make it impossible to run away.

lost time

SUMMARY ➩ you and your bestfriends, growing up together since you were babies, had a tradition of going camping together every summer. this year you get paired up to share a tent with the boy you’ve been in love with since elementary.

fear of spiders

SUMMARY ➩ you’re pretty sure that your quiet and mysterious roommate just might be a serial killer… plus he’s weirdly afraid of spiders (spiderman au)

give up on me

SUMMARY ➩ you’re moved back to your hometown and finally moving on from your toxic 4 year long relationship with your highschool sweetheart heeseung when you get the email that the 5 year reunion is approaching

as long as you’ll let me

SUMMARY ➩ prone to a bad reputation and accepting your friends ridiculous bets and challenges, you’re hit with the task to take the virginity of your schools number 1 student

you make me you’ve made me

drabble 1

SUMMARY ➩ struck with insomnia your entire life, you’ve taken to exploring the city restless all night. things change when you meet a tall boy with tired eyes and bruised knuckles

one hundred and one

SUMMARY ➩ returning back home from a failed year at college, you’re reunited with your little brothers best friend who always had a crush on you. this definitely hasn’t changed, but he sure has.

echoes of riot

SUMMARY ➩ falling inlove with a rockstar is never easy, especially when he returns to your hometown on a successful tour three years after you lost contact

sunshine

SUMMARY ➩ basketball player heeseung x cheerleader reader. E2L smut

two for one

HEEJAKE x reader

touched starved

SUMMARY ➩ your bestfriend dyes his hair blonde and old feelings start to surface.

anything

SUMMARY ➩ Four years after he disappeared from your life your childhood friend and love returns back to town completely changed.

it will be

SUMMARY ➩ starting your life in college filled with your mothers paranoia and lack of social skills, you befriend three boys with a long twisted history. a history that somehow leads to the handsome boy with the cold stare.

off the ice

SUMMARY ➩ dubbed ‘ice princess’ at an early age for you ice skating skills, you face the biggest challenge of your career when you’re paired with your rival for a competition dance.

just be

SUMMARY ➩ bad boy sunghoon x good girl reader paired together for a class project (but with twists)

prompt challenge

22 10 & 4

let you break my heart again

SUMMARY ➩ attending the same college as your childhood friend ( and longtime crush ) jake sim, you weren’t prepared for the complete change in his personality.

skin on skin 2

GENRE ➩ religious corruption au, church boy jake au, slightly evil reader

two for one

HEEJAKE x reader

forgotten consequences

SUMMARY ➩ Your bestfriends little brother comes back from Australia and catches your attention despite knowing the consequences

homes not home

SUMMARY ➩ recently smitten with the most popular guy on campus, park sunghoon, you’re struck with the rumor that he only likes girls with experience. your only option is to ask your best friend for help.

anything else

SUMMARY ➩ life brought you four boys at different times, somehow knowing when you needed them most. how could you possibly choose?

drabbles!

harry potter headcanons

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#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfiction #heeseung #jake enhypen #heeseung drabbles #heeseung x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon enhypen #heeseung smut #enhypen masterlist #masterlist

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luniise-kel · 24 days

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redesigned the evil fellas and rewrote some of their lore,,

for any1 who cares, basically donella is now a healer / medic. when she and ulla found the eternal library, they still got into an argument but this time don wanted to go home because they found what they wanted to find while Ulla wanted to keep going deeper. accidents happen and ulla is cursed to stay in the library while don is cursed to stay out of it. don then dedicates her life to trying to get her bestie out of there. The curse also caused her to get a lazy eye plus a scar. Hugo used her scar eyebrow slit as inspiration for his own eyebrow slit. Most of the people who work for her are people she has healed / provides medicine.

her muscle for hire (cyrus) got a massive design overhaul bc i thought they both looked far too Evil. He works for Don because his brother is a bit ill and he cannot afford the meds normally, so he acquires them through don instead. I think hes a bit like laios from dungeon meshi in terms of personality, kinda goofy and well meaning. when he has to attack Varian and Co, hes like keeps apologizing because he feels bad hurting kids (hes like 30is).

Hugo comes to work w don bc of his arm (in me and my sister’s rewrite, hugo doesn’t have his left arm no more (blonde and no arm trope) ) and don is the one who made sure he didnt bleed out so he kinda owes her. also she helped to Make his arm. She tends to set him up with jobs here and there, before she sends him on the Eternal Library quest mostly to test his trust.

In terms of visual design, don gives people that weird metal wrist band to show other rogues and criminals that they are under her protection. She gave hugo one but he mistook it for a Strange hair tie and uses it as such. He uses a wrench to tighten it btws. anyways, don doesnt say anything about it because she dgaf.

uh sorry for the long ramble, i just have a many of thoughts about vat7k (specifically my ver) uh but yeah, i have more to say but just so the post isnt too long lmao (also funny snufkin doodle bc i was watching moomin)

#vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #donella vat7k #cyrus vat7k #luniise art

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zapreportsblog · 7 months

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Thank you so much for the advice.

Jasper/The Major x sibling reader x Garrett

Where the reader is Jasper's twin sister from when he was human. They joined the army at the same time, but his sister went under a different name. During the war, they got separated and both got turned by different vampires. He got turned by Maria. She got turned by an unknown vampire. She also has alternate personality just like how Jasper has the Major. She has the ability to stop anyone from using their powers.

She has long blonde wavy hair and a few inches short than Jasper. They reunited after defeating Victoria when Instead of Jacob killing the newborn, the reader does it instead, but she has her back turned away from everyone when she is done, that is when The Major comes out and demands to know who the reader. She then revels who she is. Garrett is her mate.

❝not a people person❞

✭ pairing : brother jasper hale x reader x mate garrett

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is the twin sister of Jasper hale who snuck off into war, I need the disguise of a male. She could not bare to be separated from her twin, plus she knew exactly all that war entailed but being turned into a strange creature, had not been one of them now centuries later the pair reunited with one another, and the most unlikely way

✭ authors note : to be honest this ended up getting delete it, so I had to rewrite it all over again

✭ twilight masterlist

The Cullen family had been preparing for weeks, their supernatural powers honed to a razor's edge. The impending battle against Victoria and her army loomed on the horizon, and time was running out. They had been training tirelessly with Sam's pack, determined to gain the upper hand when the confrontation finally came to Forks.

One night, as the moon hung low in the sky, a new arrival interrupted their rigorous training. Garrett, an old friend of Carlisle, emerged from the shadows. His arrival was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Carlisle had invited him to join the fight due to Garrett's unique abilities – he could charm his opponents with his wits and his striking looks, making him a valuable asset.

"Sorry for being late," Garrett said with a wry grin as he approached Carlisle and the rest of the Cullen family. "My mate wasn't too keen on the idea of joining this little skirmish at first, but I managed to convince her."

Carlisle raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is your mate here with you, Garrett?"

Garrett shook his head, a hint of mystery in his eyes. "Not exactly. She's not much of a social person, you see. She's taken to watching your family from afar."

Edward, with his gift of mind reading, looked genuinely surprised. "I can't sense her presence at all. It's as if she doesn't exist."

Garrett chuckled softly. "That's one of her abilities. You won't know she's there unless she wants to be seen."

Carlisle was genuinely impressed. "It must be quite a gift. What kind of abilities does she possess?"

Garrett's gaze turned distant for a moment, a hint of pride in his voice. "She picked up some rather unique skills during her human days as a sniper. Her marksmanship is unparalleled, and she can move with unparalleled stealth. She's a force to be reckoned with, even if you can't see her."

As the Cullen family absorbed this new information, the weight of their impending battle felt slightly lighter. With Garrett's charm and his enigmatic mate's sniper skills, they had an unexpected advantage. The battle against Victoria and her army was approaching, but now they had allies with talents beyond their imagination, lurking in the shadows.

As the days passed, the Cullen family continued their rigorous training under the watchful eyes of Sam's pack and the mysterious presence of Garrett's mate. From the shadows, she observed their every move, her keen eyes missing nothing.

Garrett chuckled as he picked up yet another note left at their doorstep. It had become a routine, these cryptic messages from his unseen mate. "Well, (Y/N) is a sneaky one, aye," he mused, shaking his head in amusement.

Jasper, with his heightened sensitivity to emotions, felt a sudden jolt of surprise. His head snapped toward Garrett, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What did you say her name was?"

Garrett raised an eyebrow at Jasper's reaction. "Her name's (Y/N). Why do you ask?"

Jasper's thoughts raced as he struggled to process the revelation. "She's alive? No, she can't be. It's been centuries."

Confusion rippled through the group as they exchanged puzzled glances. Carlisle stepped forward, concern etched on his face. "Jasper, are you alright? What do you mean, it's been centuries?"

Jasper took a deep breath, his gaze distant as he recounted a piece of his own history. "I knew someone with the same name a long time ago, during my human life. She was a soldier, and we fought together. But I was told she died in action, and it's highly unlikely that it's the same person."

The shock and disbelief in Jasper's voice hung heavy in the air. His memories had been stirred by the mere mention of (Y/N)'s name. The Cullen family couldn't help but wonder if there was a connection, no matter how improbable it seemed.

Garrett observed their reactions, his mate's enigmatic notes suddenly taking on a new significance. Could it be possible that (Y/N) was more than just a skilled sniper with an uncanny ability to remain hidden? Had she crossed paths with Jasper in her human life, only to reappear now, centuries later?

The mysteries surrounding (Y/N) deepened, and the Cullen family couldn't ignore the intriguing possibility that her presence held more secrets than they could fathom. As they continued their preparations for the impending battle, they couldn't help but wonder if fate had a role to play in bringing them all together once more.

The day of the battle had arrived, and the Cullen family stood ready, their determination unwavering. Sam's pack lurked in the shadows of the forest, waiting for the signal to join the fray. Garrett, with his charming presence, stood at the forefront, a glimmer of confidence in his eyes.

High in the trees, (Y/N) watched it all unfold, her keen eyes focused on the impending confrontation. As the battle began, the Cullens fought alongside Garrett and Sam's pack, their graceful movements contrasting the frenzied aggression of the newborn vampires.

(Y/N) remained silent, merely observing from her concealed vantage point. She knew her time would come, but for now, she was content to let her alter ego, Snipe, watch and wait.

But then, as the chaos of the battle raged on, (Y/N) spotted a newborn vampire sneaking up behind a large brown wolf. In an instant, her instincts took over, and she couldn't remain hidden any longer.

"Snipe!" she called out within her mind, summoning her alter ego.

With a burst of supernatural speed and strength, Snipe emerged, her movements reckless and ferocious. She lunged at the newborn vampire, tearing into the creature with ruthless efficiency. The Cullens and the wolves were taken aback by the sheer brutality of her actions, as Snipe literally ripped the heads off vampires with frightening speed.

The battle was over almost as quickly as it had begun, and Snipe stood panting, her thrill for combat still coursing through her veins. Jasper, who had also shifted into his alter ego, the Major, demanded to know who she was, his eyes filled with a mix of astonishment and recognition.

Snipe turned to face Jasper, a wicked grin on her face. "Now, that isn't any way to talk to your sister, who happens to be older than you by a whole minute."

The revelation hung in the air, leaving the Cullen family and the wolves stunned. It was a moment of both disbelief and astonishment as they tried to process everything.

The battle had ended, and Sam's pack had departed, leaving the Cullen family to return to their home alongside Garrett and the enigmatic (Y/N). As they made their way back to the Cullen house, Garrett couldn't resist teasing her.

"So, you have a brother?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and smirked. "And you have a furry fetish. What's new?"

Garrett chuckled and playfully wrestled her, their supernatural strength making the exchange a playful one. "Hey, I don't have a furry fetish," he protested with a grin.

(Y/N) laughed and shifted back from her alter ego, Snipe. She glanced at Garrett with a knowing look. "Says the guy who was playing tag with that young wolf, Seth, right?"

The Cullens watched the playful banter between Garrett and (Y/N) with bemusement, but they were curious about something else. Carlisle spoke up, breaking the playful pair. "What did you mean earlier when you mentioned being related to Jasper?"

(Y/N) sighed and looked down for a moment, her expression growing serious. "Well, it's a long story. When Jasper and I were human, he had to leave for the war. I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from my twin, so I did something reckless. I snuck off and pretended to be a male to join the army."

The Cullens exchanged surprised glances as they listened to her confession. (Y/N) continued, her voice tinged with regret. "But then, on the battlefield, I was turned into a vampire, and my creator left me to fend for myself. I couldn't find Jasper, and I was consumed by newborn rage. I ended up slaughtering those in my camp, in a blind frenzy, when I couldn't find my twin."

Her words hung heavy in the air, the weight of her past actions sinking in. The Cullens, who had only known snippets of Jasper's history, were now confronted with the full extent of (Y/N)'s tragic past, a past that had led to her transformation into a vampire and her eventual reunion with her brother.

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feelbokkie · 3 months

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Let’s Fall in Love, IRL | Chapter 10

pairing: Jisung x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, Pen pals to lovers, friend of a friend to lovers

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it); 3rd person

warnings: swearing (what's news), slight depiction of a panic attack, mention of food

summary: When she was a child, L/n Y/n was in a horrible accident that left her face disfigured. After getting bullied relentlessly by her classmates for her appearance, Y/n escaped to the digital world where she meets Felix. Now an adult, Y/n has be come a complete social recluse, only talking to her 4 childhood best friends and roommates and her only friends. When Felix goes AFK one day in the middle of a game, Felix’s roommates decides to step in. Is this the start a new relationship or will Y/n’s crippling social anxiety get in the way?

taglist: CLOSED

word count: 1,840

screenshot count: 11

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"Do you want me to drive on the way back?" Hyunjin asks as he climbs to the front seat.

You watch as Seungmin walks away from the car, straight into the store. Inuyasha sits in the back, now occupying the entire backseat now that Hyunjin is sitting in the front with you. The car is off but soft music plays from Hyunjin's phone.

"I'm fine. Like I said, the car is another safe space." You reply softly.

You lean your head on the headrest of your seat, turning to face out the window to take in the scene. It's gloomy out. Even in late October, it's too cold. If anything, you're glad to be in the warmth of the car. Seungmin is insane for wanting to be out in the cold.

Your eye focuses on Seungmin as you watch him walk out of the store empty-handed. You wait for him to get closer before rolling the window down.

"They didn't have what you're looking for?" You ask as you unlock the car for him to get in.

"I didn't look yet." He says as he pops his head in through the window.

"Then why are you back here? Did you forget something?" Hyunjin asks, looking around his seat.

"No," Seungmin turns to face you again. His bangs just barely reach the top of his eyelids. He dyed it recently, opting for a lighter color than you're used to. His blonde hair resembles the golden brown of Inuyasha's fur. In a way, it makes him look like your dog. "It's pretty dead inside. Do you want to come with me?"

bum, bum, bum

You freeze. You're not sure if it's the late autumn air coming in from the open window or your nerves, but the car suddenly feels much colder than it was just a few seconds older. You can't help but stare at Seungmin. His eyes are soft and concentrated, hoping for you to say yes. The car moves suddenly as Hyunjin adjusts himself in the seat.

"Seungmin, what are you--"

"I'm not talking to you, Hyunjin. I'm talking to my sister."

"She's my sister too, dumbass--"

"I'll go," You say quickly.

You blink at Seungmin, unsure of where this newfound confidence is coming from because you feel anything but confident. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest that you can feel it in your throat. You’re waiting to throw up your heart any second. Your body feels cold and clammy. You regret your impulsive answer.

“Are you sure?” Seungmin asks, taken aback by your answer.

You think for a moment. The parking lot is empty, meaning Seungmin is right, the store is dead. You should be fine. Plus, you have Inuyasha, if something goes wrong, he knows what to do.

You quickly nod your head before you change your mind. If you need to, if it really is too much, you could always come to the car. Both Hyunjin and Seungmin share a look before Seungmin moves out of the way of your door. You roll your window up as you mentally prepare yourself to leave the car.

It's daunting, the idea that you're about to walk into a store. The risk of running into someone is exponentially higher than your walks with Changbin. He would purposely choose backroads to have less of a chance of seeing other people. But it's almost impossible to avoid running into someone in a store. Your hair might get jostled or your mask could fall, and then what?

You take one, long, shakey deep breath before opening your door and stepping outside. Hyunjin, who you weren't even aware left the car, hands you Inuyasha's leash. Inuyasha hovers closer than he normally does. You close the door behind you, taking one tiny, minuscule step forward before freezing.

"I..." You start, not sure what you want to say in the first place.

"It's okay, I got you," Seungmin says softly as he slips his hand in yours. Your fearful eyes turn to meet Seungmin's hopeful ones. He gives you a small smile.

déjà vu

An image of younger Seungmin flashes in front of you for a second. You remember, your first day at your new school after you entered the group home. You were scared. You didn't talk, having become mute from the shock of the accident that took your parents and your left eye. You weren't close with any of the other kids in the house yet. But on that first day, you stood outside the school gates, terrified to walk in, and Seungmin, barely 5 years old himself, took your hand and didn't let go until you were ready.

"When my mommy and daddy were being mean, I would get really scared. But then my noona would hold my hand and I would be not so scared anymore." His small voice echoes in your mind.

You spent most of your life with Seungmin holding your hand, dragging you along with him so you wouldn't be scared. Not once has he ever complained. Or if he did, he never said anything to you about it. Hyunjin was always on your other side, either with his arm around your shoulder or on your head. He took his job as the oldest of the trio seriously. Always the first one to run to you when you got hurt. Always the first one to say some smartass comment if anyone said anything rude to you. Always the first to get Chan or Changbin if they were needed.

You feel small, like you're 5 years old again, while you stand in the parking lot. But, with Seungmin's hand in yours and Hyunjin's arm being placed on your shoulder, you feel stronger than you did back then. You feel, not so scared anymore.

"Okay," Your grip on Inuyasha's leash and Seungmin's hand tighten as you turn to face the store again.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," Hyunjin whispers as he pulls you into a side hug. You weren't even aware that you were shaking until Hyunjin's grip tightly wrapped around your shoulders.

"I...I can go in. It's fine." You take one deep breath while you stare at the store.

"I need you to understand something--"

"Ah, what the fuck!" Jisung jumps as he opens the door to the apartment, dropping his phone and keys in the process.

He's been gone for a few hours, still trying to process his earlier conversation with Felix. He left him on read, which doesn't look good given the circumstances.

"Were you just sitting in the dark waiting for me to come home?" He asks, holding his hand to his heart.

"That makes me sound like a creep," Felix says as he flips the lights on.

"And you don't think you are?" Jisung finally calms down enough to pick up his phone, silently praying that the screen is still fully intact.

It's painfully quiet in the apartment. Neither Felix nor Jisung dare to say a word while Jisung checks his phone over. The tension from their earlier conversation still loomed over them. Felix teeters on the balls of his as he waits to say something, his earlier confidence completely disappeared when Jisung screamed. The nerve he built up while he sat around waiting for Jisung to come home.

"What were you saying?" Jisung asks as he slides his phone back into his pocket.

"Oh, right," Felix rubbed his hands together, trying to build up the nerve again. "I need you to understand something. I don't like, Y/n. Not like that."

"But?" Jisung hesitates, unsure where this is going.

"No buts. I don't like her like that. End of story." Felix says firmly, emphasizing his position with a final hand gesture.

"So our earlier conversation? The way you've been weird since you found out we were talking? What was that?"

Felix bites his bottom lip, thinking long and hard about how to respond. Because the fact of the matter is: Felix doesn't like you. To him, you're just one of his best friends, and that's all. But that doesn't mean he's not jealous. You're his best friend. He found you first and adopted you as a permanent fixture in his life ever since he was an awkward middle school teen.

"I don't like sharing," He explains simply.

"And?" Jisung walks past Felix, moving to the couch to continue the conversation. "Is Y/n some sort of toy? What are you getting at?"

"That's not what I'm saying. Look," Felix runs his hand through his hair, very nearly ripping it out. "There's not much in my life that I've had that was just mine. My clothes, my career, and my friendship with Y/n. That was it. I shared a room with my sisters and so much other shit throughout my life. I live in a shared space where we pretty much have everything be common use. But--"

"But you didn't have to share friends with Y/n?" Jisung finishes.

"Exactly," Felix finally sits down, leaning against the back of one of the couches.

"I'm sorry...But you're not exactly sharing her. We have our own inside jokes and conversations and all that."

"I know, but...If you two start dating and it goes south, your relationship with her isn't the only one going to suffer."

"What are you...?' Jisung asks softly.

Jisung freezes, finally understanding what Felix is getting at. If you and Jisung broke up, Jisung wouldn't be the only one heartbroken. Your relationship with Felix would be at risk too. Felix introduced the two of you, therefore, he's guilty by association. Felix would rather have Jisung hate him and be jealous than have you not in his life. Even if it makes him look selfish.

"I don't want you to talk to me about Y/n because I don't want to be caught up in your relationship if that's what you really want. I don't want to give her any reason to blame me or walk out of my life."

"You say that like you're expecting me to fuck up," Jisung sits up in his seat a bit.

"I'm not, but I know how Y/n is. She is my best friend. My platonic soulmate. And I want to keep it that way. I rather not have you two date, but that's not for me to say. Just--I don't want you to misunderstand."

Jisung sit quietly for a moment, his eyes fixed on the front door to the apartment. He gets where Felix is coming from. But at the end of the day, he would never dream of hurting you. He likes you. He may even be in love with you. Hurting him would feel like hurting himself. Insane for a relationship that developed by accident a few months ago. The way that you and your voice have completely taken over his brain terrifies and excites him all at once.

"I get that, I get your fear. But I would never hurt Y/n. I can promise you that. I'll take good care of her."

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bigstupid69 · 8 months

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I do tend to draw the choir similar to some of the actors, but I honestly just wanted to make my own designs and make them more greasy teenagers since I love them.

They all have braces (plus Constance) because why not!

Additional hadcanons below!!

Penny

𓃬 I wanna preface before I say anything, I absolutely LOVE CDplayer! And me making them exes is in no way hating on the ship! I just like angst and I basically made them both have a falling out from the JK-47 incident. I don't think Tammy would break up, I think Penny just genuinely avoided everyone and everything after that happened with barely any additional communication. Dick move to practically ghost her I know, but my Penny Lamb is not the most mentally healthy since-, I don't think she would be given all the shit she's been through...

𓃬 Sad note I forgot to add to the backpack is that she keeps a cross necklace in the pocket of her school uniform that Tammy gave to her, ouch!

𓃬 She keeps a mask in her bag since she tends to wear a face mask to try and blend into the background and escape the relentless bullying she faces at St Cassian, it works most of the time.

𓃬 Her blonde streaks in her hair is not dye. When she came back life part of Jane still remained in her, that being the porcelain doll's blonde hair. She can't remove it whether by cutting it off or dying, she's just like that permanently. I touched on my personal headcanons with Penny's sense of identity when it came to Jane in a very old fanfiction, that I discontinued. It's definitely gonna come back in the ghost AU I'm currently working on.

𓃬 She constantly looks like she's been pushed down the stairs. Usually not the case she's just very clumsy, definitely concerns the choir that she just shows up covered in bandages and bruises and acts like nothing happened.

Ocean

✪ Non ginger Ocean is still too cursed to me so I'm just gonna go with her dying it since no one probably wants to be ginger. (no offense)

✪ She keeps any random item Penny gives her. Even if it's like a paperclip she found on the ground, she treasures it. (Reason why half of the crap is just rocks, Penny is like a bird that picks up shiny things and gives them to people.)

✪ She's only an inch shorter than Mischa, (yeah I made him tiny). They have a worse sibling rivalry than Noel at points since the height difference isn't intimidating.

✪ She constantly keeps trying to fix Penny's loose tie in the hallway or whenever she notices it not as perfect as she wants it to be. (because she is insane)

Noel

☠ Again no hate to frenchrap?? I think that's the ship name? (Noel and Corey) I think it's cute! Also means my man has the worst taste in men imaginable since he's fallen for SoundCloud rappers twice now.

☠ We need more hairy Noel designs so I shall provide. Sue me I like facial hair! you're probably gonna have to get used to it in most of the male designs.

☠ I accidentally gave him a mullet (technically was intentional). I thought him growing his hair out would be neat, unfortunately left him with a mullet, but oh well.

☠ I am very defensive about what I think the rtc cast would listen to when it comes to relevant time dates. Imo he listens to the cure, the smiths, scissor sisters, the cardigans, carpenters, strawberry switchblade, and Depeche mode. He also is a fan of most upbeat pop music from any era but he wouldn't tell anyone he actually likes that genre.

#ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc musical #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #penny lamb #legoland #perfectdolls #i guess #you can pry my acne ridden choir from my cold dead hands #I already made Mischa and am currently working on Ricky #they'll be posted later along with Constance #please ignore some of the locker discoloration #I'm not very neat when it comes to my art #I literally just scribble and make it cleaner #my art

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stitchpunk1 · 3 months

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YO GUESS WHOS HERE TO TALK ABOUT HAZBIN FANKID OCS BITCHES!

Yeah Ive been wanting to do this for a bit but been super fucking lazy. Got some other fandom ones too I wanna talk about but what with Hazbins first season ending wanna talk about mine with a few tweaks I've done plus one I forgot to add in the last one. I will put this one under spoilers sense the eps just came out and now I have to change shit around till season two for a few of them.

First I have Lucy(used to be Mara and cliche name I know but i like it). She is Charlie and Vaggies kid and named after her grandpa(who spoilers her fucking ROTTEN). Kinda got a design in my head for her that goes with a lamb/goat theme because she is half demon and half angel. Shes got charlies blond hair but more in Vaggies short style and its slightly curly. Shes also got the little hooves, sheep ears and eyes are that horizontal goat type. Like before she is still an absolute artist and loves doing bigger art installations around hell. She ends up dating Husks daughter Heather when they get older.

Second we have Isabella who is by blood Angel and Alastors daughter but her other dad is Husk and sister is Heather. Still got the same design for her that shes a bit more centaur deer like. Shes got the ears(and tail because I'm not giving that headcanon up) of Alastor but with Angels color scheme and fur and kinda a mix of spider claws/hooves(trying to picture her like head/hair in my mind has been a BITCH trying to not just think of it as a carbon copy of Angel). Recently she has become absolutely fucking unhinged as a child in discussions with Musekicker. She is 100% a cannibal and loves to take bites out of people out of pure curiosity of how they taste(leading to many many child leashes that she usually manages to chew her way out of). I like to think that she becomes popular on the hell version of tiktok with cottagecore vibes with a mix of her cannibalism. Dunno why but I like to think that if Alastor sheds his antlers she collects them and makes them into headbands she wears(also uses them to stab people).When older she ends up dating Moxxie and Millies daughter Mable.

Heather is just Huskys by blood and a one night stand but after becoming a couple with Angle and Alastor they become her parents too and Isabella her sister. Every time I think of her design all I can picture is something like Sawyer from Cats Dont Dance. Shes mostly white with a bit of her dads dark grey. Her face all around is just a pure resting bitch face even if she isnt mad or in a bad mood("its literally just my face" is something she has to say a lot). Her biggest secret is how much she LOVES to sing especially musicals and wants to be a stage performer but she thinks she could never make it. She does start to try out in school or any local theater productions thanks to Lucys encouragement. I like to think that after quitting Mammon that even Fizz sometimes does shows for fun and he kinda mentors her after seeing her talent.

Two more to go! Vea is Val and Voxs little accident that they just decide to keep around. She looks mostly like a moth demon but more bluish and sometimes has a little bit of electricity that goes between her antenna. Shes pretty powerful as she can sometimes match Voxs powers if he say fucks around and locks electronics or tv channels. She ends up not exactly running away from home but just kind of wandering away as her parents pay her little to no mind. She ends up at the hotel and kinda taken in by everyone after they learn her story. She ends up becoming the hotels electrician and is fucking terrified of Niffty.

Lastly is one I forgot on my last post who I am not sure what to do with her after the last episode. Her name is Pia and she is Pen and Arackniss kid. Body type she looks mostly like Niss with a little snake tail but she can go full naga like with extra arms/legs when she wants. She has a hood/hair like Pen and is insanely venomous(took me like ten tries to fucking spell that right) do to being half snake/spider. If Pen is in heaven whenever these kids are around she is raised by Niss who stays around the hotel more to take care of her/keep her from his father(who you know is a fucking prick). When he isnt around Angel takes care of his niece. Shes mostly quiet and keeps to herself but she loves weapons of all kinds, being an absolutely crack shot with most firearms.

#hazbin hotel spoilers #stitches ocs #vaggie #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #angel dust #alastor #husk #vox #valentino #sir pentious #arackniss

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stellar-constellations · 8 months

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An Alliance (Part 5)

Fem! Spy! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

Parts: One, two, three, four, current part, six, seven, eight,nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

(Y/N) is given her own backstory that is important for the story!

The setting for this story is based off West and East Germany's (because Spy x Family is heavily based off Germany in the 1940-1950) laws (or at least replicated to the best of my abilities since it's unknown what time period Spy x Family is exactly in, we'll go with 1950 for the sake of this story).

Historically-accurate women misogyny and mistreatment! Only small comments and historically-accurate laws (replicated to the best of my ability).

The story, plot, and settings might not match up to the Spy x Family manga as it's not completed and the manga is still being crafted.

This series contains spoilers for the manga and anime!

We finally made it to the apartment his sister lived in. Yuri held a huge bouquet of flowers as we walked down the hallway. He stopped in front of the door as he spoke.

“My sister is married. If possible, pay close attention to him. His actions towards Yor and his wording. I refuse to allow Yor to marry someone who can’t treat her right.” Yuri huffed.

“Okay…” I muttered, placing one of the briefcases I was carrying down, then knocked on the door for Yuri.

The door opened as a blond haired man held it open, standing behind him was a black-haired woman.

Ah, shit. I cursed in my head, my eyes widening as I quickly shook off the shock and fear so Yuri couldn't see.

The blond didn't make any sort of indication of being surprised, but I could see it in his eyes that he was. I stepped aside so Yuri could handle the situation. The two men both held a firm handshake as he greeted us.

"Welcome!" the blond and the woman, Yor, greeted warmly.

“Please, come in. Oh, let me take your coat and briefcases.” The blond suggested.

“Thanks, but we’re fine.” Yuri spoke.

I nodded, placing down the briefcases in the corner of the room.

"I'll whip something up real quick, so you all can go ahead and catch up." The blond smiled as he walked away from us.

"Thank you..." Yuri gritted through his teeth, glaring at the blondie.

"Gee, you must be nervous, Yuri." Yor smiled.

"I-I'm not nervous." Yuri spoke, handing her his flowers.

She put them in a tiny white vase that barely fit the flowers. Yuri sat down on a single couch-chair as I sat down on the couch, the closest I can be to him without him freaking out over it.

"Thanks for the flowers, Yuri." Yor spoke.

"Sure, but, don't think I've approved of your marriage, sis!" Yuri suddenly spoke up. "It's just too sudden! And why'd you keep it a secret from me for an entire year anyway? I need answers or I'll never approve." Yuri spoke.

I looked at Yor expectedly, waiting for her answer as she nervously sweated.

Something's not right about her. I mean, she's pretty and sweet, just like what Yuri said, but her vibe is off. Plus, why didn't she tell her brother about the marriage? Though, he does seem very doting to her, so I wouldn't tell him either. Also, why is she sweating and not answering?

"Well? Why aren't you answering me?" Yuri questioned.

"Um... it's because." Yor paused. "I...just forgot to tell you!" she shouted.

I looked at her dumbstruck as Yuri looked at her confused and a glass shattered in the kitchen.

Don't say it. Don't call her a dumbass. Don't call her an idiot. Don't insult her otherwise my murder will be an accident by Yuri.

"Uh...okay...um..." Yuri spoke, unsure.

"I just forgot!" she stated more firmer.

"Wait, but what about that phone call the other day? When you mentioned a partner... Why didn't you just tell me then?" Yuri questioned, still slightly awestruck.

"Oh, um, that was... I forgot that I'd forgotten to tell you!" Yor smiled boldly.

Another glass in the kitchen shattered. It was quiet for a hot minute.

I coughed, "Ack, st- ack upid!" I coughed into my elbow to muffle it.

"Well, that explains it then. Sorry for being suspicious." Yuri smiled, a smile not too satisfied but not looking to pry more.

I am surrounded by black-haired idiots. I thought, absolutely dumbfounded and resisting the urge to scream my profanities of this situation.

How could he believe this? There's clearly something off! Unless this is just her usual behavior? I mean, he knows more about his sister than me, so maybe I'm just looking too into this?

"You can be such a ditz sometimes, sis." Yuri laughed.

"I'm sorry." Yor laughed back. "But what about you two? How long have you been married for? And why didn't you tell me?" she questioned, a curious expression on her face.

"You didn't tell her how we met?" I questioned, looking at Yuri as I laughed slightly.

"Oh, I didn't? Sorry, sis. I guess forgetfulness runs in the family!" he laughed. "We actually met at a flower shop. Remember that bouquet I gave you last time I visited?" he questioned.

"Yeah. That was... a little over a year ago! Around the time me and Loid got married!" Yor spoke, her face and smile brightening. "B-but we weren't living together at the time, so that's why you didn't see him before!"

So his name is Loid for this mission? I thought. What a stupid name.

"Yeah. At the time, she was currently working at the local bouquet shop I bought the flowers for. After that, I thought she was so pretty that I had to come again, but I was too nervous to go in and ask for a date, so instead I kept going to the shop for two months and buying flowers just to see her before she eventually asked for a date." Yuri chuckled, flustered as I smiled. "Then I saw that she stopped working at the bouquet. I was disappointed until I figured out she started working in Foreign Ministry, same as me, so it's a fateful coincidence! We got married last winter. It was a real small marriage and we're saving up for good rings because of the shortage in supplies lately." Yuri added.

"Yeah. You should've saw him! He was so adorable with his red face and how he tried to avoid eye contact. I thought I was going to die by how cute he was! He also talked a lot about you. He really looks up to you and I'm glad he has a sister like you in his life." I giggled.

"Aw! That does sound like Yuri!" Yor giggled. "Do you have siblings?" she asked, looking at me.

"Yes. Four of them. They're overseas though, same with my parents, so I rarely see them." I smiled. "Though I do like to visit when it's summertime there since they're in (country of origin)."

"Wow. That's a long way! I'm glad you have Yuri here to keep you company, he's such an amazing younger brother and he's so kind too!" Yor spoke.

Yuri blushed, seeming smug as he looked over at Twilight with an expression that said "see that? She's complimenting me! Not you!"

"I'm also very lucky to have Loid and Anya in my life too." Yor spoke, causing Yuri to look at her furious and devastated at the same time.

I resisted the urge to chuckle, afraid Yuri would glare at me.

Anya? I don't recall Yuri talking about someone named Anya, nor do I see them anywhere.

"Sorry for the wait." Twilight spoke, setting down plates on the living room table.

I kindly regretted: it'd be rude, and there's no way I trust him, not after what's been going down. What if WISE found out about my whereabouts and what I've been doing in my past time? What if he's trying to poison me? I don't care how long he's known me, he probably values work more than my life.

Yuri seemed mad that he intervened as he angrily took a bite of the food. He seemed to like it, which only pissed him off more as he shoved more food down his throat.

"Isn't Loid's food so good?" Yor gushed.

"That reminds me, good thing I brought wine!" Yuri spoke, grabbing the wine bottle he placed on the floor on the table.

"Oh, thank you!" Twilight spoke.

"So, how'd you two meet?" Yuri questioned.

"Um... at, you know, the place..." Yor hesitated.

"At the boutique on third street." Twilight spoke up.

"I was like, 'wow, this strange man's really staring at me, huh?'" I smiled at her wording.

Well, that doesn't sound that wholesome.

"I mean, I was just charmed by her beauty..." Twilight quickly spoke. "Then we started having lunch together, and really hit it off."

"Lunch? When? Where? How many times? I want the names of the restaurants. How many trysts were there? Who proposed? What do you two call each other?" Yuri questioned.

"Love, please. One question at a time. You don't want to suffocate them." I laughed nervously.

This seems like an interrogation, but strangely it's even more serious than the one with Jim. Better pay close attention to your head, Twilight. I thought, smiling.

"Huh? Well... 'Yor' I guess." Twilight spoke.

"D-d-don't tell me you call him 'Loiloi' or 'lottie'?!" Yuri spoke, panicked as I laughed at his strange nicknames.

"Huh? What?" Yor spluttered.

"AH! DAMN YOU, LOTTIE!" Yuri shouted, opening the wine and pouring himself a wine glass of it, then chugging it down.

"I just call him Loid, like normal!" Yor shouted.

"Want some water?" Twilight offered, causing Yuri to shoot him a glare and growl.

"DAMN IT ALL!" Yuri screamed, getting another glass and chugging it.

"Slow down, Yuri!" Yor spoke.

"Anyways, I hear you're a diplomat? That's impressive! Yor's always bragging about you, you know." Twilight smiled.

He started to tap on the table as Yuri looked dazed.

Morse code? I thought.

What are you doing here with her brother? The morse spoke.

What are you doing here with his sister? I replied.

"I heard from Dominque that you just got back from Hugaria? I'm so jealous." Yor smiled.

"Yeah, well, it was just a business trip." Yuri replied.

I'm on a mission. The agency said they haven't heard from you. What happened? Twilight tapped.

There's a mole. I answered.

"But you're right, the city was beautiful. I wish could've showed you." Yuri smiled, his words slurred from the alcohol.

Light-weight. I smirked, before listening to Twilight's morse.

What are you doing with Yuri though?

Because he's my husband. I morsed, smiling at Loid as he looked at me with a expression not buying it.

Listen, I quit being a spy. Tell Handler I quit. Some things happened and I realized I don't want to live like this forever. I want a family to love and enjoy. You understand, right?

Twilight stopped talking after that, seeming to be in deep thought.

"They were cafes everywhere, and even an old shop they said the queen visits herself visits." Yuri spoke.

"You mean the capital, Obuda? There are so many good restaurants nearby the embassy! I've been there before too, as part of my residency training." Twilight explained.

"Oh? I especially liked this place called Kalpatia. The old man who runs it makes a stew to die for." Yuri spoke.

"Ooh, I've been there! Is this wine from Hugaria too? I like it." Twilight questioned.

For some reason, I'm getting deja vu from this conversation. Like I heard it before or read a book of it. Then, I remembered that hardcover book the Handler gave me in my early spy training.

"Oh, that?" Yuri spoke. "I found it in a speciality store on Hedger way."

Crap. He already figured it out.

"How much did it cost?" Twilight asked, following an exact question in the book.

"Oh, not much, just 200 dalc or so." Yuri spoke naively.

Dummy! You could've at least changed up your story for Hugaria! I screamed in my head. If I try to stop this now, then I'll look suspicious to Twilight. But he might already be suspecting that I'm working with the SSS if I'm still alive and married to an SSS member. I'm done for! I mentally cried as I changed my posture, trying to shake my nervousness off.

"That's pretty expensive. Now I appreciate it even more." Twilight spoke. "We'll have to return the favor next time."

"Yeah, let's do that! Aren't you glad to have such a nice brother-in-law, Yuri?" Yor smiled.

Yuri stayed quiet, then stood up and slammed his hand on the table, causing both me and Yor to jump.

"I told you, I don't approve of him. He's no brother of mine!" Yuri exclaimed.

"You're being rude, Yuri!" Yor scolded.

"Yuri, sit down, please." I sighed, watching helplessly as he got mad.

If I stood up and did something, the alcohol might make him confess and blow our cover. We're both vulnerable at the moment.

"You're right, Loid Forger. I have an amazing job that can easily pay for expensive bottles of wine. And it's all thanks to my sister... for raising me on her own." Yuri spoke.

Oh, right. He's an orphan too.

"Without our parents, we were poor and couldn't even afford books or school supplies. But... she was always working herself bloody, just for me..." Yuri admitted.

I looked over at Yor, seeing her in a new light. Maybe she's not all that ditzy.

"That's when I decided. I'd have to become a reliable man as soon as possible, so I could protect her and my future family! My one and only blood relative, and my wife." Yuri confessed.

I looked at him shocked, surprised that he would mention me in his rant, especially since our marriage was fake, before realizing his was most likely talking about his one day real wife.

"Do you get it? Nothing is more important to me than my family! So I'm not going to let some nobody swoop in and steal it all away from me!" Yuri spoke.

"Yuri..." Yor spoke, moved by his words.

"I've always known she'd get married and find happiness someday. But if her husband can't protect her even better than me, then what's the point?!" Yuri questioned.

Why does he sound like my dad from back then? I thought.

"That mean's you, Lottie!" Yuri declared, pointing a finger at Twilight.

"I...I love Yor just as much as you do. Our daughter really loves her too. As far as I'm concerned, she's already family. So whether I had to take a bullet or a nuke, I'm prepared to give my life for her." Twilight spoke.

What a bad liar. All this just for a mission. I thought to myself.

"T-that's just talk, you liar! You've got the face of a liar, liar!" Yuri shouted, taking a step forward and hitting his knee on the table, knocking down the glass of water Twilight offered him earlier.

"Jeez, Yuri! You've always been so careless!" Yor sighed, taking a napkin to the table.

"It's fine, Yor. Let me get that." Twilight spoke, his hand reaching forward.

Both their hands touched as they looked flustered, then immediately pulled away, avoiding eye contact. Yuri and I stared blankly, before I started to chuckle.

They’re acting like they’re not married. I thought to myself.

“Huh…? Haven’t you two been living together for a year…? All that just from touching hands? Are you sure you’re married?” Yuri questioned.

They could be played off as an awkward couple who doesn’t like to show PDA. I thought. Well, what’s your move, Twilight?

“C-c’mon, we’re always lovey-dovey!” Twilight smiled nervously, holding up a framed photo of him and Yor.

“Y-yeah!” Yor chirped, helping hold the picture with Twilight.

Seriously?! I screamed in my head. Out of all the excuses you could’ve used! You went with that?! He lost his flare!

“Smells fishy.” Yuri spoke. “If you’re really a married couple, then prove it!” he demanded.

“Huh…? We have our marriage certificate…” Twilight suggested.

“NOT LIKE THAT!” Yuri shouted. “Kiss each other. Right here right now.”

“WHAT?!” Yor, Twilight, and I shouted.

“Yuri, you’re going too far!” I spoke, standing up from the couch to glare at him.

I trust Twilight is doing this mission for good, so I cannot let their cover be blown (no matter how much I'd enjoy seeing the top spy fail, my pettiness is less important than peace itself).

“What? If they’re lovers, this should be easy!” Yuri spoke.

“Um…but. In front of you?” Yor spoke, embarrassed.

“Do you want us to make out in front of your big sister? Huh, Yuri?” I questioned, causing his face to heat up.

“No! That’s my sister!” he shouted.

“So why should they kiss in front of you?” I questioned.

“But it’s just one kiss for them!” Yuri spoke, trying to justify this. “Just one kiss, and I’ll let it go. But if you can’t, I’m going down to city hall to get this marriage annulled."

It was quiet for a second before Loid spoke up. “Well, if you’re okay with it.”

"What?" I spoke out.

“Huh?!” Yor shouted. “Hold on, Loid!”

I stared, shocked at what I’m about to witness. Twilight, actually kissing a girl? I never seen this in all I've known him (Fiona would be jealous)!

“Hey, hold on! You don’t have to do it!” I exclaimed, my face going red from the secondhand-embarrassment.

“We’ll just do it like we always do, Yor. C’mon.” Loid spoke, trying to convince her.

They moved closer as I adverted my gaze to Yuri. He's really serious about this!

“Shall we?” Loid spoke.

“H-hold on just a moment please!” Yor spoke, taking the wine bottle and drinking straight out of it. “Okay, let’s do this.” She spoke.

How the hell did she get drunk that fast?! What kind of breed are the Briars?! I thought to myself.

They started to whispered to each other, pissing Yuri off.

“What’s with all this whispering?!” he shouted. “Can you do this or not? If you’re a real couple, then show me!”

A fork went flying through the air, stabbing the wall right next to Yuri. He was bleeding from a small cut on his cheek since the fork grazing him.

WHAT BREED IS THE BRIARS?!

“Shut it, Yuri! We’re about to show you the depth of our love!” Yor scolded. “Close your eyes, darling. I’m coming in.” She spoke on top of Loid.

I immediately turned around, closing my eyes tight and covering my ears as I screamed “Too lewd!”

I didn’t turn around until I felt the ground shake from a vibration like someone falling. I turned around and uncovered my ears to see Yuri on the ground bloody.

“Oh no! Yuri, are you—“ Yuri quickly stood up from Yor’s words, a pissed off expression on his face.

I don’t like this place. I thought to myself. I don’t think I like Yor either, she’s scary.

“I get it now, Yor.” Yuri spoke.

“Get what?” Yor questioned.

“That strong reaction to me stopping your kiss… I get how eager you are to smear your lips all over that creep!” Yuri sniffed, tears swelling up in his eyes. “I was a fool to think I was testing you. When what was really being tested all along was… My own feelings!” Yuri sobbed drunkenly.

It’s not that serious, I thought to myself, stepping towards Yuri and hugging him. However, I still have to play my own wife role.

“There, there, love. You’re always so emotional.” I smiled, reaching up and petting his hair as he wailed loudly.

I’m so gonna blackmail him for this.

“Uh…listen, you’re bleeding.” Twilight spoke, ignored by Yor and Yuri.

I moved away once Yuri stopped crying, no longer needing comfort as he spoke.

“For now, Loid Forger… my sister’s lips are yours.” Yuri stated.

“What?!” Yor panicked. “How can you say stuff like that?!” she shouted, then slapped Yuri hard enough to knock him back into the wall and tilt the picture.

“Oh my god! What the hell?!” I cried out, rushing to Yuri’s aid.

Psychos! Psychos! Twilight, get ahold of your damn wife! I screamed in my head.

I helped Yuri stand up, balancing him as he swayed, even more blood pouring down his face.

“I’ve let you win this round, Loid Forger, but remember—“ Yuri spoke, only to get cut off by Yor.

“Are you okay, Yuri? You’re swaying.” Yor spoke, stepping closer to her brother.

I got him off me, letting her take care of him instead.

“Should I call you two a taxi?” Yor questioned as she placed one of his hands over her shoulder to properly balance him.

"We're fine, Yor. You don't have to baby us." Yuri stated.

“I can just drive him back.” I spoke, not exactly knowing where Yuri lives but I’ll figure it out.

They both kept swaying, almost falling if it wasn’t for Twilight.

“Woah, there!” Twilight spoke, catching them.

“What are you grinning about? Does my humiliation amuse you?!” Yuri shouted.

Seriously. You're still trying to pick a fight? I thought, sighing as I watched the three of them.

A part of me feels jealous. They really look like a family. Family will fight all they want, but their true colors will show one way or another, and everyone will know how much they care.

I wish I still had a family to love and care for. I thought.

I felt my face contort into sadness as tears swelled up in my vision (ones I quickly wiped so no one could see, there's no way I'm going to cry in front of Yuri, or god forbid, Twilight).

“Oh, no…” Twilight spoke, answering Yuri’s question. “I was just admiring what wonderful siblings you are. You two have supported each other through so much.”

“Yuri, thank you for all that you’ve done to protect your sister. I know it can’t have been easy for you.” Twilight smiled. “Now you’ll have me supporting her with all my strength as well. Let’s work together to give Yor the happiness she deserves.”

Yeah. He had definitely gone soft…

“WHO THE HELL SAID YOU COULD TOUCH ME?!” Yuri shouted, moving away from Twilight.

“Yuri, careful!” I exclaimed, a tired sigh escaping my mouth as I grabbed his coat and our briefcases.

“We’re going home!” Yuri shouted, grabbing my hand and rushing to the door.

“Come back and visit anytime! I know Yor would like that. Next time make sure to get here when my daughter’s awake.” Loid spoke.

Ah, Anya is his niece-in-law!

“Anya tried so hard to wait up for you. She’s so adorable—I know you’ll love her.” Yor smiled.

“Oh, I’ll be back! But not because you invited me! It’ll be to find the proof that you duped my sister into marrying you!” Yuri shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Twilight. “Listen up, Loid Forger! If you make my sister cry so much as a single tear… I will have you ex—“

I whipped my to look at him, wide-eyed.

“Er… I mean. What I’m saying is…” he stammered. “Just remember that!” Yuri shouted, taking off down the hallway and hitting the wall.

“Thanks for having us!” I shouted.

“Have a safe trip home! Nice meeting you!” Yor shouted.

“Yuri..." I huffed, causing him to look at me. “Stop picking fights when you’re in no shape to!” I shouted, grabbing his face and pulling it to eye-level. "You're not allowed to drink unless we're at home, do you understand? And the next time you pick a fight with Loid, I'll shove my foot up your ass since you wanna be one!" I shouted.

He looked at me, eyes blown wide as he nodded, showing he understood me.

"Good. Now, how do we get home?" I questioned.

"Uh. Go forward outta here, then... left." Yuri directed, looking out the window.

I strapped my seatbelt on and waited for him to buckle his. I glared at him for half a minute before he spoke.

"Why aren't we moving?" he questioned.

"Safety first. Put your seatbelt on, otherwise this car won't move." I stated.

"Ugh. I don't wanna..." he complained, yet grabbed the seatbelt and fidgeted with it. "Can't." He spoke, giving up after a few seconds of missing the buckle.

I sighed, rolling my eyes as I smiled.

"Yuri, Yuri, what will you do without me?" I questioned.

"Live." He spoke.

"It was rhetorical. But thanks for letting me know where I stand." I huffed, reaching over and grabbing his seatbelt.

"Am I supposed to die too?" he questioned, tipsy as he looked at me with half-lidded eyes.

"No. I'm just messing with you." I chuckled, buckling his seatbelt and sitting back in my seat.

I started the car and drove out, turning left. Yuri directed me on the way, making a few wrong turns but at least he knew and told me so we didn't get lost.

"Go right, then straight." He sighed, hitting his head on the window.

"Careful. I don't want you breaking the window and falling out." I joked, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards me so he wouldn't get hurt.

"Turn right now." He directed, resting his head on my shoulder.

I ignored my heartbeat as I made the turn, Yuri still tipsy and mumbling nonsense every now and then. He mumbles things I would laugh and entertain him.

When he spoke about imaginary trains, I questioned what noise they make, and he yelled loudly "Choo-choo!" causing me to laugh loudly as he smiled. He spoke about seeing a black cat and questioned if he was gonna get bad luck for the rest of his life, I told him that was the cars shadow.

There was a point where he suddenly broke down crying and when I stopped the car to look at him worriedly, he shouted "are you pregnant!?" I looked at him confused before laughing and saying no. "Then whose Anya?!" he cried. "that's your niece, right?! Yor's child!" I laughed. "Yor has a child?!" he cried louder as I laughed. "My tears amuse you?!" he cried. "No! I just think your face is so pretty that I just have to laugh because I love it." I lied. "Oh. I'm pretty?"he questioned. "Yes, Yuri." I laughed, driving the car back on the road.

"In a minute, go left." He spoke, "then take the other left and you'll get to the apartment."

"Are you sobering up?" I questioned.

"No..." He muttered. "I'm tired though."

"Good. I don't have to drag you to bed." I smiled.

I made the turn as he spoke: "When we got in the car, were you mad?"

"A little; I'm fine now." I admitted.

He stayed quiet for a second before speaking up. "You're hot when you're mad."

"Thanks." I laughed, thinking it was the alcohol talking. "You're hot when you're mad too." I then paused, thinking. "Is that why you're always pissing me off?" I questioned, looking at him.

"It's a secret~" he spoke in a sing-song tone as I laughed.

"Okay. You keep your secrets and I keep mine." I smiled.

Sometimes, it's hard to forget me and Yuri are supposed to be enemies. We're from two separate sides of the war, yet here we are, laughing and flirting together like there's no tomorrow. I wonder, if the war never existed, would we have ever met? Could we have had something real if this war didn't exist?

"We're here, Yuri. Get up." I spoke, unbuckling my seatbelt and turning off the car.

He groaned, trying to unbuckle his seatbelt and luckily succeeded. He opened the car door and almost fell out if it wasn't for me running over and catching him.

"Come on. We're almost there." I pointed out as he staggered.

I grabbed his arm and placed it over my shoulder, lucky that he was bending down so I could lead him without having to walk on my tippy-toes. We walked to the lobby and into the elevator. I pressed the button and fought through the wave of nausea as Yuri panicked.

"I'm going to puke. Is this how you feel in elevators? I'm so sorry." He groaned, covering his mouth with his hand.

"We're almost here, love." I laughed, waiting for the door opened.

The door finally opened as Yuri walked, swaying side to side from the mix of alcohol and nausea from the elevator. We made it to the door and I grabbed the apartment keys from his pocket. I carried him to our room and set him down on the bed.

"Are you going to shower or not?" I questioned.

"No." He immediately answered.

"Okay, then take off your shirt." I spoke, walking to the bathroom and searching through the cabinets.

"I would, but I'm drunk so it's illegal even if I do give consent." He spoke. "If you go to jail, I won't have anyone to do my job for me." Yuri spoke.

"Okay. Number one: rude. Number two: you're a perv 'cause we're not doing that, I'm attending to your wounds your sister inflicted." I spoke, finding the first-aid kit and grabbing it, grabbing a towel and wetting it too.

"It's okay. She broke my ribs once by hugging me too tightly." He admitted.

I don't doubt it. What the hell is her strength from? I thought to myself as I walked over and made him sit up as he complained about not wanting to.

"Lift your arms." I ordered.

"Okay..." He muttered.

I grabbed his white shirt and pulled it over, finding a random shirt from his drawer. I ignored for the time being of how much it'll be a pain to remove the blood from his shirt, and threw the shirt at him.

"Put that on in just a second, I need to clean your face first." I stated.

"Okay." He complied.

I grabbed the wet towel and dabbed his forehead, gently getting rid of all the dried blood that tried sticking to his head.

"Your sister sure is strong." I commented.

"She's always been strong. Once, she broke my ribs from hugging me too tight." Yuri spoke.

"I know, you told me just a minute ago." I spoke.

"Oh." He spoke.

I finished wiping the blood off him and placed two bandages on each cheek and gauze wrapped around his forehead tightly.

"There. You look..." I paused.

Like total shit.

"Great." I smiled. "Now, stay here and I'll go get you stuff for that hangover you'll get."

"Aw... Crap." He groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes to cover the light as he fell back on the bed. "I forgot about getting a hangover. I have work tomorrow. I don't wanna work with a hangover!" he whined.

I walked out of the bedroom, fetching a glass of water and snooping through the cabinets for pain relievers.

I can't believe he's an extreme light-weight. He seems to get drunk after just one sip.

I sighed, taking the supplies to the bedroom and placing it on the bedside table. I looked over and noticed Yuri dead asleep on the bed with his chest still exposed.

"I told you to put on the shirt..." I grumbled, sighing as I grabbed my pajamas and walked to the bathroom, quickly changing my clothes and brushing my hair and teeth.

I walked out and crawled onto the bed, getting behind Yuri and grabbing his arms. I pulled his body snug to my chest, grabbing the shirt and muttering complaints in my head as I fitted him into the gray shirt with a blush coating my face. I sighed, dragging him up further in the bed and tucking him under the covers.

“And you said that you’re the one babysitting me…” I sighed, looking at his peaceful sleeping face.

He’s not faking it this time. I thought. Most likely it’s from the alcohol, not from him trusting me just yet.

I sighed, grabbing Flower and holding her in my arm as I took off my glasses (if you have them) and placed it next to the water glass and pain relievers. I got up from the bed and walked to the light switch, turning it off and crawling back into bed.

The unnerving silence drug me into my thoughts, allowing me to recall todays events in hopes of escaping my loneliness in the dark.

Twilight looked happy, and Yor was so sweet. They seem happy together. I thought to myself. I feel…happy for Twilight, but also jealous. Me and Yuri fight a lot; I don’t think there’s ever been a moment where he was genuinely nice to me. But that's expected, he's the enemy.

I sighed, turning on my side.

I try to be nice to him, but he really pisses me off. He’s lucky I haven’t punched his teeth in yet—and it’s only the end of the second day of this. That's right, only the second day. Tomorrow is a new day to try and earn his trust. Then what?

I decided to stop thinking about that, allowing myself to pick up different thoughts.

I’m not sure I’m on any side of this war. I ditched Westalis, and now I’m in Ostania, but I don’t want to use brute force and fear as a way to coax people into listening to me... Speaking of Westalis, I hope Twilight gave the message back to the Handler and she reacted well. I thought, fearful of her wrath.

I decided to think back to memories I always tried my best to avoid.

I think the reason me and Twilight don’t get along that well, is because we’ve both seen each other’s weakness, from long ago.

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Rhaenyra Targaryen - Fancasts

Age: 07 - 33

08 [Mother’s Death]

14 [Tourney]

17 [Marriage to Laenor]

23 [Marriage to Daemon]

32 - 33 [Civil War]

Appearance: She is beautiful with the Valyrian look and small lips. After her first 3 children she retained the weight from their pregnancies having a thick waist. She is dressed richly and is often wearing rings.

Character: Elizabeth Murray [Younger]

Actress: Cara Jenkins

Movie: Belle [2013]

[She was 8/9 during filming so good for Rhaenyra when her mother dies and she is declared heir to when her father marries Alicent. She is pretty with pale skin, blonde hair and small lips.She wears mid 18th century clothes ish.]

Character: Katherine Woodville

Actress: Elsa Houben

Show: The White Queen [2013]

[Unknown age, looks to be around 8 - 10 years old so good for when Rhaenyra is declared heir till her first half brother is born. She is pretty with fair skin, blonde hair and a small mouth. She unfortunately is only shown in one scene clearly. She wears a 15th century ish dress.]

Character: Violetta Giurgiu

Actress: Anamaria Vartolomei

Movie: My Little Princess [2011]

[She was 11 during the filming of this movie so good for a year before he sweet half sister was born. She is pretty with blonde hair, pale skin and small lips. She wears modern clothes that are still good for close ups.]

Character: White Queen [Younger]

Actress: Amelia Crouch

Movie: Alice Through the Looking Glass [2016]

[She was between the ages of 10 - 12 during the filming of this movie. So, good for when her half brother and sister were born. She has light blonde hair, has small lips and is pretty. She wears fantasy clothes.]

Character: Lucrecia Borgia

Actress: María Valverde

Movie: Los Borgia [2006]

[She was 18 - 19 during this movie so the right age for Rhaenyra when she’s married to Laenor. She’s pretty and has small lips and blonde hair that is a bit too golden. She unfortunately has brown eyes and is not “thick of waist”. She wears 15th century Italian ish clothes.]

Actress: Catherine Howard

Actress: Tamzin Merchant

Show: The Tudors [2007] [Season 3 & 4]

[She was 22 - 23 during this show so good for her during the start of her marriage to Daemon although she does have a love interest that more suits Harwin and is playing a character of an age with Rhaenyra when she was with Harwin. She’s pretty. She has lighter blonde but golden hair and small lips. Unfortunately she is quite skinny and not thick of waist. She wears Tudor ish clothes.]

Character: Queen Jadwiga of Poland

Actress: Dagmara Bryzek

Show: The Crown of the Kings [2018]

[She’s 22 - 25 during this show so a good age for Rhaenyra during her marriage to Daemon. Her hair is brown and obviously not correct for Rhaenyra but with some editing I do think this fancast could be really good. She has pale skin, a rounder face and small ish lips. She isn’t plus sized but she is “thick of waist” compared to the other actresses. She wears 14th century polish clothes.]

Character(s): Lucrecia Borgia & Constance Chatterly

Actress: Holliday Grainger

Show: The Borgias [2011]

Movie: Lady Chatterley’s Lover [2015]

[She was 22 - 25 during the show and was 26 - 27 in the movie so good for during her marriage to Daemon. She is blonde although a bit more golden than I imagined her hair and has relatively smaller lips. She has a rounder face in the movie but is unfortunately skinny in both. She wears 15th century Italian clothes in the show and in the movie she wears late 1920’s clothing.]

Character: Catherine the Great

Actress: Yuliya Snigir

Show: Catherine the Great [2015]

[Suggested by: ???]

[She was 31/32 during this movie to the right age for her at the start of the war. She wears a silver wig, has a round ish face and small lips but unfortunately isn’t really “thick of waist”. She wears 18th century clothes.]

#please suggest other fancasts #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen fancasts #asoiaf fancast #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #fancast resource #game of thrones

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To Call You Mine

Chapter 5

Authors note: Another update so soon? I know, how exciting! The next few chapters after this will be longer than the usual

Warnings: slight angst

Word count: 1404 Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist TCYM Masterlist

“What's wrong?” Yelena asks

“Bruce attacked Y/n at Wandas. He thinks she took me. This is all my fault.” Natasha quickly relays, pacing the motel room

Yelena shakes her head, “You didn’t do anything wrong sestra(sister), you did what you had to do. You had to get away from him and that's what you’ve done. Is Y/n ok?”

“Wanda says she's hurt but it's nothing too serious. She's going to the ER though.”

“Are you going to go see her?” Yelena asks, despite knowing the answer already

She nods, “I need to make sure she's really ok."

Yelena watches her sister for a moment, "You know, now would be the perfect time to tell her."

"I don't know" she replies, running a hand through her fiery hair

Natasha knows she wants you, more than anything. But she's afraid that after all these years she's waited too long at that surely by now your sight has fallen on the Omega you want. And it has, hasn't it? You do have that upcoming date with Sharon.

"I don't think it's me she wants. Plus with me she has to accept Dima too….I don't think that's something any Alpha would want." she says, trying to ignore the sadness the builds in her chest as she says that

"Oh don't be ridiculous" Yelena scoffs, "Y/n adores him, and you. I wish you could see that."

"You really think so?" She asks, trying not to feel too hopeful

"I do" Yelena affirms, “I think she would be lucky, and happy to call you both hers.”

Natasha smiles, “I love her, sestra(sister). I want to be hers and I want her to be mine. I want to have a life and family with her”

Yelena smiles back, “I know. And I think it’s time you told her that.”

Despite knowing you were alright, Natasha can’t help the nervousness that builds inside her as she walks into the hospital. Yelena walks beside her, holding her curious nephew as they wander the halls to find your room. But when they find Vision and Wanda, the other Omegas expression is enough to trouble her.

Her brows furrow, “What's wrong? Is my- is Y/n ok?”

“Yes, she's fine” Vision answers, looking at the Russian with something akin to pity. Confused, her gaze falls back on her best friend.

“Nat, maybe….maybe you should wait out here for a bit.” Wanda says, quickly trying to bring her attention elsewhere, “Is this what Bruce did to you this time?”

Even more confused now, she avoids the hand that Wanda outstretched towards her and takes a glance behind the mated pair into your room. And now she understands. Next to you, caressing your undamaged cheek and holding your one bandaged hand is Sharon Carter.

Natasha tries to ignore the way her heart stings as you lean into the blonde's hand. She tries to pretend that it doesn't bother her, seeing another Omega so close to you. Especially in your injured state. But the tears that pool in her eyes and the whine that escape her prove otherwise.

“Oh Nat” Wanda sighs, quickly engulfing her friend in her arms

The redhead sniffles, “I’m never going to be hers, and she’ll never be mine…I was only fooling myself by thinking that.”

“Hey! No!” Yelena speaks up, “You can’t think like that sestra(sister)”

“Why not?” she scoffs, “It's obvious she wants Sharon, she called her here.”

Natasha turns, quickly trying to push past her sister in an attempt to head down the nearest hall. She doesn't know or care where it leads, all she knows is she doesn’t want to continue standing there. Watching the two of you interact hurts too much. It makes her feel more alone than she thought possible, especially in her current vulnerable state since fleeing from Bruce.

Wanda quickly stops her though, “Natasha wait!”

“Wait for what Wanda? For them to kiss in front of me?”

She shakes her head, “No one called Sharon, she was already here. She was here to visit her sick Aunt Peggy and she saw us entering the hospital as she was leaving. She didn’t want to go home until she knew Y/n was ok.”

“Y/n didn’t call her?” she asks again

“No dorogoy(sweetheart), she didn’t. She did ask about you though, she wanted to know where you were and that you were safe.”

Once Natasha smiles, Yelena sighs, relieved that her older sister is no longer upset, “Come on, let's go see the big dumb Alpha”

The redhead nods with a chuckle and takes a deep breath before she opens your door, but the way your eyes light up as you see her makes all her anxiety melt away.

“Hi Y/n” she greets, making her way over to the opposite side of the bed that Sharon is at.

“Hey Nat” you greet back, smiling widely at her as you put your entire focus on her, much to the other Omegas annoyance.

She sits in the chair placed next to your bed and copies the blonde's earlier position by cupping your face. She gently lets her thumb trace along the small scrapes and bandages on your cheek and smiles as you lean into her hold, relaxing further into the bed.

You sit there a moment, just letting her look at you. Her eyes inspect every bandage and stitch, but you don’t mind. You're simply content to know that she's safe from Bruce and here with you now, along with little Dima. But then you take notice of her split lip and bruised cheek.

Your brows furrow, “Are you ok?”

“Is she ok?” Sharon scoffs, “Her Alpha goes feral on you, and you're worried about her?”

The statement makes Natashas expression saden and she quickly sits up straighter in her chair, letting her hand fall from your face as she looks away from you. He may not really be her Alpha but it doesn't make the statement any less true. It is her fault you're hurt, he went after you because of her. Her feelings and want for you only caused you to get hurt.

“My sister is not responsible for him or his actions” Yelena quickly defends, fully prepared to rip into the other Omega, but the low growl of irritation that leaves you is enough to silence the room and send a shiver through the Russian next to you.

The blonde quickly bows her head, “Sorry.”

“Thank you for checking on me Sharon, but I’d like to visit with Yelena, Dima and Natasha now.” you tell her, barely masking the irritation in your voice, “I’ll text you”

She nods, “Ok. I, uh…I’ll talk to you later then”

Once the door closes Yelena takes Sharons place by your side and sighs, “Good riddance”

“Sestra(sister)!” Nat chastises, causing you to chuckle. She loves that sound, and wishes she could hear it more often.

You turn your attention back to her, grabbing her hand that she still has resting on your bed, “I’m so sorry Natasha. I should have noticed, I should have seen something was off, but I didn’t realize how Bruce hurt you until Wanda told me.”

She swallows nervously, “How- how much did she tell you?”

“Enough.” you reply, “I know he's not your Alpha. And I swear if I would have known that, I would have thrown him through Wandas sliding glass door nearly a year ago.”

Her heart races as she hears the protectiveness in your voice, but her worry for you shines through, “Is that how you got hurt? You threw him through their door?”

“Well, technically he tackled me through it, but the statement still stands” you admit with a sheepish smile

Her eyes swirl with emotion as she looks at you, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think he’d go after anyone.”

“Hey, no. This wasn’t your fault, ok?” you tell her, letting your thumb rub across her knuckles, “I’m glad you got away from him and that you're safe. Besides, I’m alright. It all looks worse than it is.”

She nods, squeezing your hand as she finds herself confident once more, “Y/n, I- ”

“Miss Y/l/n?” a nurse suddenly calls out as she enters the room, oblivious to the conversation she's just interrupted

You sigh, “Yes?”

“Good news, nothing is broken. You're being discharged and are free to leave.”

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Summer Break Pt.1

Summary: Duffs little sister, Y/n, is sent to go spend her summer break in LA

Warnings: profanity, smoking, ehhh idk what else

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1986

“Look you guys shouldn’t come, you’ll meet her after I pick her up” Duff told the guys, who were all standing in front of his girlfriends car (except for izzy, he was standing next to Duff smoking a cigarette), demanding that he let them join him on going to pick up his sister.

“Dude no! we’ll be cool I promise” Slash said, he was excited to meet baby McKagan, hearing she was a little punk chick.

“We’re not moving, let us go with you” Axl said crossing his arms.

“Fuck, fine! just get in the car” Duff said as he started to walk over on the drivers side.

“You coming Iz?” he asked looking around being unable to see him, “Yea” Izzy said, already in the car.

“I wanted to sit there!” Steven whined, pointing to where Izzy was sitting, “To bad, go to the back” Iz said, rolling his eyes.

So off they were, Duff driving, Axl and Izzy in the back, and Slash and Steven in the back back, leaving the passenger seat empty.

“So Duff, are you excited to see her?” Axl asked looking at him from the rearview mirror, watching him tap his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Honestly” he sighed “I’m fucken scared” he said giving them a quick glance from the mirror.

“What! Why?” Steven asked

“The last time I saw her she was 13, now she’s freshly 18, i don’t know how much she’s changed” “Plus I basically abandoned her, I was her only friend… our parents have always been a bit too hard on her.”

“Can’t be that bad” Iz shrugged

“No I get it Duff, teenage girls are fucken terrifying” Axl said, thinking about his own sister back home.

“huh” Slash said “Maybe we shouldn’t have came”

Duff just rolled his eyes.

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“Do you see her?” Steven asked looking from the back window, along with practically everyone in the car.

“No” Duff said looking around nervously, he wishes he could get out of the car, but this is the pick up only part of the station.

“Wait who’s that?” Izzy pointing at a girl, who was walking over to them in a Ramones tee, white waffle shirt under, and a pair of baggy jeans.

“Is that her?” Duff asked, panicked as she got closer

“Dude i don’t know she’s not my sister” Izzy said

“Duff” Y/n said standing at the window of her brothers car

“Y/n?”

“Who else would it be, let me in the car” She said fixing the duffel bag that was on her shoulder.

“Shit yea, sorry” He said unlocking the car door.

Y/n sighed as she sat in the car, rubbing her eyes “Long time no see huh Duff” She said, looking at him.

Duff took a moment to look at how much his little sister had changed, she didn’t have the same baby face she had when he left, her hair was cut way differently, her face slightly sunken in, she’s a… woman? He thought to himself.

“this is awkward” Y/n said as she looking behind her, feeling too many eyes on her.

Y/n flinched as she saw four men sitting in the back, “Jesus fuck you guys scared me” she said

“Duff man you weren’t lying when you said she didn’t look like you” Y/n saw the ginger say

“Yea” Duff said as he finally started to drive, “That’s Axl” he said looking at his sister

“I’m Steven!” Y/n saw a blonde guys pop up, flashing her a smile.

“This is Slash” The blonde, Steven said pointing to Slash, “Hi” he said, she nodded her head at him

Looking at the dark haired man sitting right behind her, he simply just said “Izzy”

Y/n liked Izzy, he seemed like the coolest one

“Okay cool” she said “I’m Y/n”

Sitting in silence Y/n turned on the radio, hearing Motley Crue come on, she immediately turned it off.

“You don’t like the Crue?” Duff furrowed his eye brows, “No” she responded “They’re annoying” she said looking out her window.

“My girlfriend has some Cds, do you wanna look through those?” he said pointing at the glove compartment infront of her.

Y/n opened it, looking at a Bon Jovi cd, a Van Halen Cd, rolling her eyes at the Motley Crue Cd, and finally a Blondie Cd.

“You like Blondie right Y/nn?” Duff said turning his head to his sister

“Yea they’re cool” she said putting in Van Halen’s self titled album in the radio.

The boys in the back looked at each other, this was awkward, and they probably made it even worse by coming, so they stood quiet.

Duff lowered the volume of the radio, clearing his throat.

“So mom tells me you’ve been having issues back home” he said glancing at his sister, afraid of her reaction.

“i’m not having any issues” she furrowed her eyebrows, confused on what he was talking about

“Not issues-” he started, not sure if he should be even talking to her about this in front of his friends, “But she tells me you don’t really have any friends” he said gripping the wheel.

“I do have friends Duff, I just don’t bring them around mom” she said turning to look out the window.

“Why not?” he asked “Cause she’ll think they’re a bad influence” she said, wanting to end this embarrassing conversation

“Well are they?” he asked “No they’re cool, I think you’d like them”

“Right we’ll she also sa-” Duff started

“No” Y/n said rolling her eyes “No?” Duff furrowed his eye brows “Yea no, whatever moms telling you is a lie” she said

“So you aren’t leaving and coming back home days later”

This made her smile, “Okay that is true, but i’m not doing anything bad”

“So then what are you doing”

“Nothing, I just like to be around them”

“What? Why?” Duff said to his sister

“They’re cool” she shrugged her shoulders

“Am I cool?” Duff said looking at her

“Sure” she said cooly

Duff sighed, eager to change the topic “Okay well what do your friends do?”

“They’re all in different bands” She said, thinking about her friends back home.

“That’s cool, punk?” he asked

“Kinda? I don’t know but it’s really good, when you come to Seattle i’ll take you to go see them”

“Yea that’d be nice” He said smiling at his sister.

Silence filled the car once again, looking out the window, Y/n asked “Are we almost there?”

“Yea we’re pretty close” he said as they drove through downtown LA

Stopping at a red light, Y/n heard commotion coming from outside the car, a woman with a poster walked to the car, yelling “Don’t let these boys fool you! they’re bad people! You’re too young!”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and watched the lady get smaller and smaller as they drove away.

Turning to look at Duff with confused wide eyes, she also turned back to look at the four boys, silently turning back around after they were already looking at her.

“Don’t worry about that Y/n, nothings gonna happen.” He said looking at his sister

“Okay” she silently said.

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Hope you guys liked this chapter!!! I’m thinking about making this a multiple chapter fic, so i’ll be uploading the most I can! Also gonna be introducing other people in this, so stay tuned for that ;).

Also sorry for the Motley Crue hate 😕 I actually like them but i feel like this goes with Y/n okay!!😭😭🙏🙏

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