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loveandmurders · 5 months

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You belong to Ambrose II (poly!Sinclairs x f!reader)

Hello everyone! First, I really want to thank you all for the love you gave to the first part of this story (that you can find here). 😍🥰

It made me so happy but also very anxious about this next part haha! I planned 3 parts in total (a fourth maybe, if you ask for it), and I do hope you'll enjoy this series as much as you did at first <3 <3

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of stalking, kidnapping and murders, morally grey reader, reader getting angry, sad and feeling guilty, some strong words, dark!brothers, very brief mentions of sexual desire and activities

Lester was good at following people without them to notice him, even if there was no one else on the road. He knew the roads by heart and his hearing was sharp, so he could guess where a car was without being right behind it. He actually parked near the forest and simply closed his eyes to guess which roads you were taking. He guessed you were at the campsite; a lot of tourists stayed there too. You were making things very easy for him and he thanked his luck. When everything seemed quiet again, he walked through the woods, just to make sure he was right and indeed, he found you sat with your people. You were five in total, but you all looked too gentle and soft to really be a problem for him and his brothers. He watched you, hidden behind a tree. His heart was clenching at the sight of you laughing. Even if it wasn’t with him, just hearing this beautiful sound once again was making him thrilled. He couldn’t wait for his hands to roam your body like they used to either.

He let you eat with your friends and he let you fall asleep under the bright sky full of stars. He saw you chatting a little while with one of the boys of the group and he had to admit he really didn’t like it. He didn’t know if he was your boyfriend or not, but he was definitively jealous. And he would need to talk about it to the twins so they could get rid of the man. Actually, he wanted everyone dead as quickly as possible, because you didn't belong to any of them.

He texted the location to his brothers.

Soon enough, the three men were towering over your group, their whole being finally calming down: you were back in their life and they weren’t going to let you go anymore. They couldn’t believe you were finally there and they didn’t attack your group right away. They wanted to enjoy the calmness written all over your face first. They always thought you were looking like an angel when you were sleeping. Vincent tried to memorise the scene so he could draw your sleeping form under the moon. Bo almost smiled, so relieved you hadn’t disappeared forever. Lester was the only one growing impatient. The twins knew things weren’t going to be too pretty after they kidnapped your group and they didn’t want that. They wanted to go straight to the moment where you would allow them to show you tenderness and to pleasure you. It was going to be so much work, so they wanted to enjoy the peace of the moment.

If only you had never left them; things would have been so much better.

If only you hadn’t decided to camp so close to Ambrose, you would have been safe.

Deep down, you knew you should have asked your friends to drive away as far away as possible, but you didn’t.

Because you didn’t want your friends to worry about anything and to ruin the nice mood.

Because you knew it was useless; the Sinclairs were hunters and they never let go of their prey until they had it.

Because you wanted the brothers to force you back into their lives, even though you would rather die than admit it.

You knew it was over when you woke up, in the middle of the night, feeling watched. You also heard quiet footsteps all over your group. You could have grabbed the little knife you had in your bag, or you could have screamed to wake up everyone, but you didn’t. You simply waited. You didn’t want the Sinclairs to have to hurt your friends or yourself. Maybe especially yourself.

You still jumped when you felt a hand over your mouth and you looked up. You recognised Bo’s touch on you and tried your best to not start crying out of fear. The man shushed you into your ear, before he took into your delicious scent.

“Shh, sweetheart, won’t hurt ya, 'kay? No need to make things difficult” he whispered to you and you nodded which made him smile “Atta girl” he praised you.

It was then you noticed two shadows moving over your friends. You weren’t too sure what they were going to do to them. You started to panic and tried to get away from Bo’s touch. “We won’t kill them. Yet. We’re just druggin’ them so we can brin’ them to Ambrose with us” Bo explained to you. You calmed down but you still shook your head at that. “I know ya want them all safe and sound, but we can’t let them go to the police, so they come” Bo replied and you heard the venom in his voice. He couldn’t hide the jealousy and the rage of his girl loving other people than him and his brothers “Time to go back to sleep, princess” he mused and you tried to fight as he pressed a tissue over your face.

You didn’t struggle for long before everything went dark.

When you opened your eyes again, you felt like you were back years ago. You were laying down in the guest room in the Sinclairs' house; a guest room that was actually yours because Trudy insisted for you to leave your belongings there, as it was your second house. It wasn’t like the Sinclairs were inviting anyone else at home anyways (or that anyone wanted to sleep in their house either). Your parents weren’t too happy about it, but you often slept there. The room was still the same with its pinkish walls and the cream furniture. Drawings were on the walls. You almost wondered if you were going to be late for school before you realised what truly happened.

The Sinclairs kidnapped you and your friends.

You tried to sit up but you realised one of your hands was cuffed to the bed frame. You cursed and tried to get your hand free until you heard footsteps in the corridor. You stopped breathing, waiting for someone to enter the room. Your heart was hammering inside your chest. You wanted to believe it was all a nightmare, and that you were going to wake up soon.

Bo cracked the door open and smiled when he noticed you were awake.

“Hello, doll,” he hummed as he entered the room.

You finally could have a good look at him and you had to admit he became as handsome as you thought he would be. You looked away, afraid of what was going to happen to you, afraid of him. Your whole body was tense and you cursed yourself for having tempted the devil like your mother asked you not to. You had been so so stupid.

Bo walked to you before cupping your face to force you to look at him. He had lost his smile. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. You tried very hard to not start crying. Or to not lean into his touch. His skin felt so warm against yours.

“Please, Bo. Let us go” you whispered. You noticed that the man’s jaw tightened. It was clearly not the first words he wanted to hear from you after all this time.

“Trust me, no one’s leavin’ no more” he harshly replied and tears fell down your cheeks. It calmed him down “Ah baby” he shushed as he knelt beside you to kiss your tears away. You hated how much you loved to feel his lips on your skin once again. “Ya’re meant to be a Sinclair, ‘s fate bringin’ ya where ya belong. And we’re all gonna take an extra good care of ya for all the years we had to go through without ya” he continued as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“You want me, keep me and let everyone else go, please. They have nothing to do with this.” you begged again. Bo sighted.

“Ya shouldn’t’ve left Ambrose, doll. Now ya have to pay the price for it” he simply shrugged and got up. “Gonna bring ya some breakfast, baby, I’ll be back” he added and left the room.

You cried even more, knowing you wouldn’t be able to reason with the Sinclairs. You hoped your people were still alive so you could help them to escape, even if it meant you would stay at Ambrose forever.

You were tugging on the handcuff again when you heard the door being opened a second time. You looked up to see Vincent watching you from the entrance. He looked like the shy boy you met the first time. You swallowed hard. You wanted to ask him what he did with your friends but you realised you were too afraid of the answer, so you stayed silent. Vincent finally moved closer to you and knelt in front of the bed. His fingers gently traced your face, as to memorise the change in your features since last time he saw you. You let him do it and closed your eyes. He removed the tears with a sad pout concealed behind his mask. You could pretend you were still a teenager, and Vincent was quietly flirting with you through tender touches.

You opened your eyes again when you felt the masked twin grab your free hand. He removed enough of his mask to press your palm against his scarred skin. You could have stayed immobile, but you didn’t. You gently stroked his cheek and he hummed in approval, his eye closed in well being. It felt so good to finally get your touch back.

“Hi, Vinny” you whispered and he looked up at you with the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He kissed your hand. “Not gonna hurt me, right?” you asked, just to make sure. The man instantly shook his head. “Not gonna turn me into a wax statue either?” you added with a bite of your lips. Same answer. Relief flooded through you.

Forever love you. Missed you so badly. He slowly signed to you, as he wasn’t certain you still remembered ASL, but you did.

You didn’t have time to answer before Bo entered the room with a trail of food. It smelt good; you could already recognise his signature pancakes. Vincent stood up as Bo put the trail on the nightstand.

“Gonna untie ya, but nothin’ stupid, girl” he warned you and you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You weren’t too sure how you could be any more stupid than you already had been. What were you thinking when you decided to bring your friends so close to Ambrose? You wondered if deep down you hadn’t wanted this. “Y/N” Bo groaned and you simply tug on the handcuff. “Hey, don’t hurt yourself now!” Bo exclaimed as his hand flew on your wrist and you stopped tugging.

“Untie me then” you replied and Bo let escape a little smirk

“Ah yes, ya’re so hot when ya’re all bossy, ain’t ya?” he teased as he removed the handcuff from your wrist. You didn’t reply because you refused to acknowledge him flirting with you, like he used to. You massaged your wrist as you sat up.

Knowing they weren’t going to hurt or kill you, appeased you a little and you thanked Bo for the food. You actually ate it with appetite, even though the twins’ stares were making you feel uncomfortable. They both sat, on a chair or on a desk, staying silent. They shared looks from time to time, but you tried your best to not mind them.

“Are they dead already?” you suddenly asked, because you needed to know

“Who?” Bo asked back, feigning innocence

“My friends” you groaned, your stomach twisted in worry. Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten before asking this question, you thought.

“No idea who ya’re talkin’ ‘bout” Bo shrugged.

You had a very bad feeling. You turned your attention toward Vincent, who tried to look away from you.

"Vincent." you simply said "Are they dead?"

Vincent hesitated about what to say. In the end, he slowly nodded at you.

You got up and threw the plate on the wall in one swift and yet brutal movement. The porcelain broke as you started to angrily scream at them.

“Fuck! Fuck you all!” you cried out as both the twins got up. Bo tried to sit you back on the bed but you shoved him to the side. You grabbed Vincent by the shoulders “I swear to God, Vincent, if you fucking turned them into wax statues, I’m gonna burn down your cherished House of Wax to the fucking ground!!” you yelled even more.

Vincent’s eye widened and he thought about the four bodies he had already prepared to turn into statues. He quickly nodded though. He had no desire in upsetting you even more. And god forbid the twins to think how hot and attractive you were when you were so angry… If only you weren’t mad at them.

“How ‘bout ya calm down?” Bo grumbled but it only angered you more

“That I calm down? That I fucking calm down? You killed my people!! And then you wonder why I left Ambrose and never came to you all?” you screamed. Your words hurt Bo a lot more than he could admit so his own anger rose inside his chest

“Oh yeah? Well it’s funny ‘cause I ain’t rememberin’ ya carin’ that much about the killin’ before! Ya knew what mother and father were doin’ and it didn’t stop ya from livin’ with us most of your time!” Bo argued back

“It was different, it was your parents! I thought we could all live away from this mess, but no, you both decided the mess was worth it!” you continued

“It was the only life for us, and ya know it!” Bo replied as he gestured at Vincent who looked down

“You scared me off Ambrose” you cried out

“But now ya’re back and ya’re never fuckin’ leavin’ ever again! Ya’re ours, don’t ya know it, Y/N? Ya gave us everythin’ and we gave ya our souls in exchange! Didn’t ya enjoy flirtin’, kissin’ and havin’ sex with us? Or maybe ya were just a whore” Bo replied and you slapped him.

You didn’t even realise what you did, you just did it. Bo pushed you on the bed and Vincent quickly stopped his twin from coming closer to you. But you weren’t afraid. You couldn’t be afraid of the people you truly had loved the most in your existence, and who had always been eager to do anything for you.

It was why the brothers loved you with such fierce passion; you had the strength to call them out on their bullshit and to make them obey. They were wrapped around your little finger, but it came with a cost: they would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping you theirs.

“Is that what you think of me? Great, Beauregard! But it can’t hurt me more than what you just did to my friends! And then you dare tell me you love me?” you said as you sent a glance at Vincent who felt like you pierced his heart with a dagger “It ain’t love, that might be why I ran away from you all! I shouldn’t’ve come back to the South of the country. Stupid fucking bad luck!”

Bo was about to reply to this, even though Vincent was trying to calm him down, but the door opened again. You saw Lester entering the room with a worried expression written all over his face. Things were really not going the way it was supposed to, he thought. He had heard you arguing with Bo from downstairs and he hoped he could put everyone back in a good mood.

But you couldn’t even stand looking at him after what happened. You got up once again and pushed the twins away from you.

“You know what, get all the fuck out of my room!” you yelled and you continued to push them toward the door. Once they were all out, you slammed the door shut and fell on your knees as you silently started to cry.

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(I really hope I didn't forget anyone! <3)

PART III

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kimjun · 5 months

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Package | Bat family x reader

You never stopped to think about being a mother, you are young and it was too early to think. Well, until you meet Bruce Wayne. You met him by accident, really an accident, you ran him over with your bike and then you went out to get to know each other better.

After many meetings, the marriage proposal finally arrived. As said above, you didn't think about being a mother. But marrying Bruce Wayne came with a package.

The first package was Dick.

He was adorable, he was always around you, he bragged to everyone that he had an incredibly beautiful mother. Mom, it was a surprise when you heard that word addressed to you.

It was a Friday, you went to pick Dick up from school because Alfred was on vacation, so you went to Dick's school. You were at the gate waiting, while sending some messages to friends and Bruce, little Dick approaches along with three boys.

—I told you she was beautiful. - Dick points at you, then crosses his arms.

—Wow.- one of the boys says.

—Stop drooling over my mother. –Dick speaks naturally as he gets into the car.

On the other hand, you become paralyzed trying to absorb the new information. When you finally get in the car, Dick hands you a drawing, it's him, you and Bruce.

—You can throw it away if you want. - Dick says, putting on his belt.

You've had this drawing saved for over fifteen years. A memory of the first time you became a mother.

—It's very beautiful, my love, thank you very much.

—Is it okay if I call you mom?

—You are my son, obviously you should call me mother.

Dick is a mama's boy, even at twenty-two he still runs into her arms.

The second package was Jason.

You were already in your pajamas, the calm rain turned into a storm and Bruce was already on his way back. You just didn't expect Bruce Wayne to show up with a boy cowering from the cold.

—Honey.- Bruce looked completely embarrassed. —This is Jason.

The boy looked at you, his beautiful eyes made you sigh with love for your newest baby.

-I am __.

It was a complicated relationship at first, in fact Jason only let you get close to him. He spent time with you at the library, you created a book club that was just the two of you.

It was a trusting relationship, when Jason had nightmares you would always be with him.

—It's okay, love, I'm here.

Jason started calling you mom because Dick did that.

—Are you my mother too? - Jason asked with his mouth covered in chocolate.

—Of course, right, - replies Dick. — If you're my brother, idiot.

He starts calling you mom. And you love the fact that you have two boys. Jason is also a mama's boy. When you learned of Jason's death the world stopped, you fell into a deep depression that you had to hide because Bruce Wayne brought a surprise.

The third package was Tim.

It was a little difficult, it wasn't Tim's fault, you love him, but he came so quickly that you haven't accepted Jason's death yet. The pain is horrible. But Tim needed love and you tried.

Tim heard you lost a son and it was still hard. He saw you crying several times, even though you hid to not show how fragile you are. Then one day, Tim came into the room where you were crying. He climbed onto the bed and hugged you.

—I'm sorry, I didn't want you to feel this pain, mom. - Tim was hugging you.

-Oh my love.

You were healing, Tim was there to help you, he knew you were broken.

-Mother?

-what?

—Nothing, it's cool to call you that.

—How about making cookies? - you smile.

—And coffee?

—You are prohibited from drinking coffee.

Tim is a mama's baby, he's always by your side when you need him, you take care of him with so much love that he just wants to reciprocate.

It is Tim who breaks the news that Jason is alive.

Bruce Wayne doesn't know when to stop and you don't really care.

The fourth package was Damian.

—Are you saying you have a child with another woman?

You need time to understand the situation, when Bruce explains it you still get suspicious. A new kid in the mansion. Harder than Jason as a teenager.

—Damian, it's going to rain, take an umbrella. - you say.

Damian looks at you.

—You're not my mother, you don't command me. - he leaves in a huff, taking the umbrella.

A new member of the book club, Jason was reluctant before accepting that Damian could join the club.

You noticed Damian was slowly approaching. If you are in the kitchen, he will come up to you and ask what you are doing. If you leave, he asks if he can come along. At the market he pushes the cart for you.

-Can I have this? - Damian points to some chocolates. He sighs remembering what Thalia told him.

You pass Damian picking up several bars.

—Yes, you can, my love.

Damian never complained about you calling him baby, living by your side is peaceful because you are a different person than his mother.

Damian wrote you a letter, actually a note.

YOU WANT TO BE MINE MOTHER?

Yes ( ) or no ( )

You thought it was so cute, you squeezed Damian saying yes, you accepted being his mother.

Damian is mommy's little baby to this day, he will always come to you looking for mommy's hugs and kisses.

Bruce Wayne is a big surprise, you love him, you love his children but every time you leave you fear that he will return with another child.

—I love you, but please try to have control, we have too many children. - you laugh.

—I think it's over, don't worry.

-He is sure?

—I think so, I'm going to stop adopting for a bit.

—You need therapy. - you laugh kissing your husband.

—We should have a baby of our own. - Bruce grumbles. You laugh, getting up from the couch.

—We already have too many children. - you scream running to the kitchen.

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sehodreams · 2 months

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sex money feelings die - fifth visit

fourth visit ↬ fifth visit ↬ sixth visit (tba)

WC: 5.5k

TW and Tags (permanent for the story): rich client!Anton x stripper!reader, smut, fluff (?), a touch of angst for the moment, inexperienced reader, fingering, kissing, masturbation, lots of silly conversations.

Summary: Working at a night club was difficult in many aspects, your sleep schedule was messed up for life, your feet were more used to high heels than sneakers and you had to lie about where you went to work those nights. Still, even with all those cons, you didn't hate your job, you had more than enough to pay your bills, feed your brother and save money for his college. However, what happens when your boss makes you do the one thing you asked to never do.

You carried his card everywhere, you hadn’t call him, but you liked to watch it every time you opened your wallet.

A music producer, you repeated on your mind. It fitted him, he always knew what songs you talked about and even gave you options you listened from time to time when you remembered him.

Still, you couldn’t understand what he was doing coming to a place like Shotaro’s club, you were sure he could easily get a pass in any other club that had his favorite drinks in the menu, and he wouldn’t have to carry his own every time he visited, unlike the place you worked at.

Not that your club was ugly, it had good clients, all of them coming to see you and your gorgeous coworkers, but you had heard of better places that let them do more to the girls, some of them even allowed them to request sexual services, something they would never get here.

Anton had been the only one until now, and you didn’t like the thought of how it all started, but at least Anton had been respectful with you and hadn’t touched you until you asked for it.

You blushed.

You couldn’t forget what had happened on Monday.

Every time you went to sleep you would remember how his long fingers felt inside you and how good he looked under you. The taste of his mouth and the wine was also impregnated on your tongue, not daring to look at a bottle of wine even if none of them were like his.

‘’Is there anything wrong?’’ one of the girls asked when she saw you all lost looking at your phone.

‘’Oh, it’s nothing, just a little tired, and now we’ll have to entertain the pretty boys, I was thinking what to drink to survive the night’’ you smiled and exhaled. It was Friday and they would arrive in a couple of hours.

She nodded, ‘’Yes, but I heard Anton had something to do, I don’t think he’ll come today.’’

‘’Who told you that?’’ you asked confused.

‘’My boy told me the last time they came that Anton and another of his friends may not come today since they had a big meeting or something like that, and they couldn’t move it.’’

You nodded to it, bewildered since Anton hadn’t say a single word when he came on Monday. ‘’I see, well, I guess I should get ready for a show then’’ you tried to not look too surprised.

She stood up and walked out, leaving you alone in the room, and when you felt that no one would come in, most of them grabbing a quick snack in the kitchen before the doors opened, you grabbed your phone and introduced his number.

You watched it on your screen, the many digits intimidated you and you thought about just not calling him, but your finger pressed the green bubble before you could choose.

Not even three rings sounded, and he answered. ‘’Hello?’’ his voice sounded deeper through the phone, more serious than the usual soft tone he used with you, and you almost got weak in your seat.

Biting the inside of your cheek your breath flattered and you felt the nervousness creep behind your back before you could talk, ‘’Hi’’ was the only thing you could say.

‘’Hi’’ his voice changed to the same tone he always used with you, you even heard how he let out a relaxed sigh, making you picture him with his typical soft grin. ‘’I was waiting for your call’’ he murmured.

‘’Yeah well, Shotaro finally told me how much the cleaning fees are.’’

Shotaro hadn’t even spoken to you about it, the only thing he did when he saw it was shrug, shake his head, look at you and walk away, leaving you there next to Sungchan who looked at you and murmured, rich people wine smell different, uh? making you nod before you ran away to hide your blush.

‘’Oh really? And how much is it?’’ he asked, honestly curious.

‘’Are you sitting? Because you may pass out, they will leave you broke.’’

You heard his breathy laugh on the other side of the line.

‘’I’ll make sure to ask for a discount then.’’

‘’I think you should, I can go with you to his office today if you want, he kind of owes me one for teaching the new waitress the basics.’’

Silence.

You gulped and started to bite your cheek again, nervous to not hear him smoothly talk like he always did.

He hummed before he continued, ‘’I think we’ll have to postpone that, I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to go today. I have an important meeting tomorrow and all my team is staying the night to check the last details.’’

You tried to not sound disappointed, ‘’I see’’.

Recognizing that hint of sadness in your tone, he blamed himself for not telling you sooner, ‘’Sorry, I wanted to tell you when we met this Monday but… well, you know we didn’t talk much.’’

‘’Oh.’’

Anton closed his eyes, and his smile came back to him because he knew you were blushing, there, alone, waiting for him, and his hand gripped his phone trying to not remember you that day, he had too many people waiting for him behind the door in front of him to get swayed your way and risk a whole deal just to go and see you for a couple of hours.

But he couldn’t lie to himself, he was already thinking about you even before you called him. He had gone out for a bottle of water when you popped his mind and didn’t let him concentrate on what one of his workers was saying, and just like a miracle his phone had started to sound inside his pocket before he entered the room after deciding to go back and completely forget you to focus on his work again. The screen showed an unknown number, and even if he didn’t know who it belonged to, it made his heart skip before he answered with the hope it was you who called.

‘’I’ll see you this Monday, promise, but meanwhile, do you mind if I call you later? And that means, tomorrow, and the day after, and maybe Monday too.’’

‘’I do mind, if you wake me up, I’ll block you’’ you denied.

He chuckled and nodded, already used to your sharp answers. ‘’Then what about a text?’’ he offered.

‘’Better, but please don’t forget about your debt, the poor couch suffered because of us so I’ll ask for the discount, don’t worry.’’

‘’This girl…’’ his breathy laugh sounded for a couple of long seconds, making you smile, happy of being the cause of it, ‘’I already paid him.’’

You covered your mouth, so he didn’t hear you chuckle, and hanged up.

Choosing your outfit for the night, you tried to think on anything else that wasn’t how you wouldn’t be able to see him later. It was good, you tried to convince yourself, there were many clients that probably missed you those weeks, and you shouldn’t neglect them if you didn’t want to lose them.

Shotaro saw you in the bar having some small talk with the girls that served drinks and told you that you could go to the VIP room if you wanted, after all, one of the girl that accompanied Anton’s friend that wouldn’t come was still going, but you rejected the idea immediately, if he wasn’t there, you didn’t feel like staying the whole night with the group.

When his group arrived all the girls ran to the second VIP room, excited to see their favorite clients and have their fun, while Sungchan, seeing you go to the other direction, to the scenario, without much thinking said, ‘’Ow angel, won’t your pretty boy come tonight?’’

‘’He has work stuff, but better, I needed a break’’ you replied with a smile, and Sungchan, finding the disappointment you tried to mask with your uninterested tone adorable, patted your naked back before he followed the other girls.

Luckily the night ended fast, you did a couple of shows and one of your past regulars called you for a private dance, giving you a good tip saying how much he had missed you the last weeks, ‘’You’ll always be my favorite’’ he said, and you, by instinct, said that he was your favorite too, but you perfectly knew how much of a lie that was.

The night finished without much emotion and you went home as early as you could, it was only four in the morning when you were already standing in your door, two sandwiches in a bag courtesy of Sungchan charming the kitchen lady with his smile, and you accepted them gladly, relieved of not having to make breakfast for your brother, who was sound asleep in his room after studying until late.

Walking as silently as you could, you cleaned your living room a little bit, just tossing old packages and watching that there wasn’t nothing dirty. Your brother, even if he had an even worse schedule than you, always made sure to leave the place as clean as he could, and there wasn’t much for you to do, dishes washed, kitchen table clean and trash can empty.

You sat in the darkness and exhaled, feeling extremely alive for the hour and tired as hell because of the long trip at the same time.

After washing yourself you felt more at ease, hair wet and rolled with a towel because you couldn’t turn on the hairdryer at that hour, and you decided to do something you only did on special occasions.

You searched your client’s name, in this case Anton, online.

You got surprised with the quantity of results there, you had never had a client as famous as him, with so many profiles and articles with his name, it seems he had already produced a couple of popular songs, not many, but enough to let him have a name in the industry, and you, sitting in the border of your old mattress with what used to be a beige bedsheet, pale after so many washes, felt a struck of reality.

Why would he treat you so well when he could go and have an actual connection with a girl as popular, or even more than him, in real life?

You read as many articles as you could, not believing your eyes but at the same time smiling with the praises he had received despite his young age, all of them talking about the future he could (and will) have, a music producer in the company of his family, a life already bright enough to always let him go to bed in peace and never worry about tomorrow, and you did it until your alarm brought you back and you had to go and wake up your brother.

He was a heavy sleeper, you sometimes wondered how he would be able to live without you if he couldn’t wake up with the five alarms he put on his cellphone, but while you could, you would wake him up with pleasure.

Knocking his door, you went to the bathroom and started to dry your hair, thinking in what you would have to cook for dinner and leaving what you read about Anton well behind your mind, because if you remembered it every time you looked at him, you would start getting conscious of yourself, which would definitely change your tone with him, and wouldn’t let you talk as free as you’ve been doing until now.

Not much later you got exactly what you wanted, concentrating on your brother, his dinner and your own breakfast, with the help of the news in the background and the rush of the hour, you forgot him.

However, Anton must have a signal to go back and fill your mind with him whenever you completely forgot him, because when you were about to go to sleep after a long night and morning, ready to not think at all for at least the next five hours, you saw a text from him.

You saw it in real time how the little notification appeared while you watched a video, a message so short and direct that had you smiling and rolling your eyes before you decided to answer.

Are you awake?

You could ignore it and pretend you didn’t see it, but having the opportunity to tease him, you couldn’t lose it just like that.

Sleeping.

Nothing.

You waited for him to answer in the chat, there was no bubble moving showing that he was writing, but he did read it, it appeared like that, and he was online too.

You imagined him reading your message and nodding, thinking ‘’so she’s asleep…’’, ready to not bother you anymore, and you laughed, trying to guess how much time would take him to notice that you had lied.

Minutes passed by, and when you were finally drifting to sleep, your ringtone started to sound.

‘’…I hate you’’ he said when you accepted his call.

‘’Maybe I should hang up then.’’

‘’No’’ he interrupted you, ‘’It’s just… I really believed you for a second, I was ready to not bother you anymore.’’

His breathy laugh made you smile, and you decided to not tell him that you were actually about to sleep, and he had woken you up with his call.

‘’It’s pretty early, why are you calling me at this hour?’’ you didn’t sound angry, just intrigued, had he gone to his meeting? Was he calling you right before his meeting? You wanted to know what pushed him to talk to you at 8 am.

‘’I wanted to know how your night was, the boys told me you didn’t go to the VIP room.’’

You hummed, moving your phone closer to your ear, to hear him better. ‘’I wasn’t needed, the girls were just fine without me.’’

‘’You could’ve gone to rest a little bit, I still paid Shotaro for your time’’ he confessed.

‘’What?’’ you were so surprised you had to sit.

Shotaro hadn’t say anything to you when you left, well, not that you waited for him either, you just grabbed your share of the night and left the rest with Sungchan when he gave you the food.

The point was, you didn’t understand why Anton paid when he didn’t spend the night with you.

‘’Why?’’ you simply couldn’t understand.

‘’I wasn’t going to leave you just like that, it was the least I could do, to be honest, I wanted to give you even more for not seeing you last night, but I thought that maybe it would be a bit too much, even your boss looked at me weird when I said I would still pay.’’

‘’Anton…’’ you couldn’t believe how much he thought about you to do something like that.

And just like you were afraid of, you started to remember all the articles you read and how much they talked wonders about him.

A respectable young man ready to take the industry, and the world, in his hands.

They had no idea how awesome, and impressive, and kind, he really was.

‘’You didn’t have to do that, you didn’t see me yesterday, you got nothing out of that.’’

‘’But I wanted to, if I didn’t, I would’ve felt bad the next time I saw you, thinking how I made you lose your night just because I was busy.’’

‘’Anton, if you don’t come, I can still work’’ you tried to make him understand, ‘’the next time you don’t have to do that.’’

He didn’t answer.

You heard his breathing through the phone and your hand started to play with the border of your shirt. You didn’t know what to say, and suddenly you felt like you couldn’t talk with him like you had been doing, because you really were on different positions, and for you it didn’t make sense how he always had you in his mind and treated you that good when he could do a lot better.

‘’Well… then you won’t like what I bought for you to show how sorry I was.’’

‘’Anton!’’ you called his name louder than expected.

‘’I’m joking’’ he said, happy that you didn’t sound as tense anymore.

He didn’t have to see you to notice the little things about you, even your silence talked for you, and he had sensed how you suddenly got uncomfortable after he admitted how he had paid.

‘’Don’t you have a meeting?’’ you asked after he finished laughing at you.

‘’I already had it, everything went well, I guess talking to you last night gave me luck.’’

‘’Please stop.’’ You begged, not being able to endure his lines anymore.

Perhaps that’s why his songs are so popular, you thought, because you had never met someone able to create corny lines as fast as him.

‘’I was about to sleep, I wanted to hear you one last time before I passed out.’’

‘’I was about to sleep too.’’

He hummed.

You stayed in silence a minute, just hearing each other’s breathing and the bedsheets on his side ruffling with his movements. You were still on your place, only playing with your shirt and waiting for him to talk.

‘’There was something I wanted to talk about… you know, about what we did this Monday.’’

You gulped.

You didn’t expect him to talk about it, you didn’t expect a conversation about it at all.

‘’I wanted to say that… I don’t want you to think you have to do it because I pay you.’’

‘’I know’’ you were quickly to reply.

You did it because you wanted, not because of anything else, not because of the money, or the alcohol, or Shotaro, and you had worked hard to help you go around the next days with an easy mind. You were a big girl, and you could do that kind of thing without feeling guilty anymore.

Anton had been nothing but respectful to you all those days, and you couldn’t let him think that you did it for anything that wasn’t your decision based on how good he treated you.

‘’I think I made myself clear the first days’’ you continued, ‘’I wouldn’t have let you touch me if I didn’t want to.’’

‘’You’re right’’ he sounded relieved on the other side. ‘’Then… is it okay if we do it again? I mean, did you like it?’’

There was no one in your house, you were completely alone, and your door was closed, but you still whispered, as if you were about to say something wrong, or, more than wrong, inappropriate, something that no one else, apart from him, should hear.

‘’I liked it’’ you admitted.

‘’I’m glad, I liked it too.’’

Your mind started to reply that night.

Without thinking, like every night when you remembered it, your arousal started to appear, pouring out of you with the expectations of feeling him again. The image of him under you brought a pression in your abdomen you weren’t used to feel before that occasion, of course you had felt excited before, but the way Anton had showed you how capable he was of driving you into that kind of pleasure made it a lot more intense, almost painful and that made it impossible for you to not move uncomfortable on your seat.

You closed your eyes and exhaled through your nose, trying to control yourself and your mind from making you feel like that with him, not physically there with you, but still there.

‘’You’re thinking about it too, right?’’ he asked you.

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how right he was.

‘’Are you?’’

‘’You have no idea how much I think about it, I do it every day, every hour.’’

Me too, you closed your eyes again hearing his voice say something so bold without feeling ashamed of it, he was using a different voice, it wasn’t the one he used when he tried to maintain a conversation with you in the club, or the one he used when he answered his phone when he didn’t know it was you who called him, it was deeper, a lot more mature and confident, like the one he used when he made you cum over his lap with his fingers inside you.

A whimper almost escaped your throat and you hided it with a cough, trying to think a way to change the aura of the conversation.

‘’I’m sure you’re getting wet, that day you were dripping all over my hand’’ he then said, and you couldn’t help but gulp again, the faint sound telling him everything he needed to know.

Anton imagined you lying down over his bed, right next to him, with your hand between your thighs, looking at him with those teary eyes, and that was enough for him to get hard.

Every day he imagined the same thing, you over his designer bedsheets, with the little light of his lamp beside his bed, your pretty face frowning and calling his name while your hand played with yourself, waiting for him in his apartment, getting ready for him to take you after a long day at work.

Just that occasion was enough to push the last little will he had to contain himself, he didn’t know how would he be able to face you and not touch you the next time he had you in front of him, but he wanted to leave everything clear before that, he wanted to make sure you enjoyed it as much as he did.

He needed you, and making him feel like a teenager again, every day he dreamed of you, he thought of you, and he jerked off with the memory of you.

‘’Anton…’’ your voice made him look down to his now hard member and groan.

‘’I want to hear you’’ his tongue had to wet his lips, dry of thirst for you, ‘’touch yourself, please.’’

He was begging with such urgency you didn’t know how to say no, and even more, you didn’t want to say no.

Your mind was already telling you to touch yourself like he had done that day, it wouldn’t be the same, you had already tried it those days without him, but it would help you soothe the pain.

‘’I don’t…’’ you wanted to confess how it wasn’t the same if they weren’t his fingers, but you felt your face burn just with the thought of it.

‘’I’ll tell you what to do’’ he interrupted you, ‘’so… will you be good for me?’’

Fuck, you wanted to be good for him.

‘’…Okay’’

Anton pulled down his pants and his underwear, just enough to leave his cock free, which jumped to the sound of you lying over your bed and getting comfortable for him.

‘’What are you wearing?’’ he asked, and just his voice made you get more wet inside your panties.

‘’A t-shirt… and panties.’’

‘’No pants? Isn’t it too cold for that?’’

You couldn’t tell him that you were more used to the coldness because of your work, you felt a lot more comfortable wearing just that at night, and thankfully your apartment was warm enough, it was old, but the winter was bearable.

In summer it was hell though.

‘’I can’t sleep with pants.’’

‘’I can’t sleep with t-shirts, I guess we’re the perfect pair.’’

You bit your lip to not laugh, but he knew you wanted to do it, so he laughed for you.

‘’I can give you all my t-shirts if you want, I don’t mind.’’

‘’Okay’’ you answered, surprising him. He expected you to tell him to stop, but that answer satisfied him even more.

‘’Okay’’ he repeated, ‘’that way, the next time you miss me, and I can’t be with you, at least you’ll have my t-shirt to think of me.’’

That sounded too good, he imagined you wearing his shirt and playing with your clit, drenching the back of it, and he liked the idea so much his cock bounced in front of his eyes.

You, on the other hand, only imagined how comfortable you would feel with his smell lingering around you at night.

‘’Now…’’ he interrupted your thoughts, ‘’don’t take it off, just lift it, as if you were showing me your chest.’’

You felt so embarrassed you just gripped your shirt, eyes closing with force and your mind telling you to follow his words but your conscience too awake and clear now to do it.

‘’I can hear you not moving, I thought you’d be good for me’’ he had already guessed you weren’t going to make the things that easy for him, but he still expected you to do better, for him, ‘’This is the only time in which I won’t tolerate you fooling me.’’

He was right, and feeling the weight of his words, your hand didn’t doubt to lift your t-shirt this time, feeling the morning coldness impact your whole torso, nipples slightly hardening.

He could hear your breath hitching and the fabric of your clothes moving, feeling content with you listening to him this time, maybe he had to be stern with you in bed, he thought, to show that he could play in any other moment, except that one.

‘’Well done.’’

You licked your lips while your eyelids fluttered with his words, you wanted him to continue talking to you like that, so forward and authoritative, as if he knew exactly what you needed.

‘’Play with your nipples, just like how you want me to touch them’’ his hand lifted his shirt to his abdomen, just to rest his hand over it and imagine it was you who was touching him.

You did what he said, and touching your right one with the tip of your finger, you decided it wasn’t how you wanted him to touch you, so to add more intensity, with your whole palm you grabbed your tit, too big for your own hand, and massaged it until your thumb and your index finger pressed your little bud with more force.

That’s how you want him to touch you, with more force, to not be as delicate, he wouldn’t break you, and when you closed your eyes, you could see his big hand cupping you completely without problem.

He heard you breathing get harder, not louder, just with more difficulty, and he could imagine those beautiful nipples begging for him to give them a taste.

The last time he couldn’t, but the next time he definitely would, he had no reasons to stop himself anymore.

‘’How do you feel?’’ he asked when he heard you sigh.

‘’Good, it feels good.’’

He cursed in his mind, what he would give to be there and touch you, and make you feel good with his own hands.

‘’Shit, you’re going to make me cum just with your voice.’’

You moaned.

‘’Don’t say that…’’

‘’Why?’’

‘’Because I want you to cum with me.’’

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Of course you’d drop a bomb like that one, he should learn by that point that you always surprised him for the best in moments like that one, so sweet, and tender, and perfect for him.

‘’Touch your clit, like I did that day’’ he said as he could, one hand going to wrap his member while his thumb spread the pre cum leaking in his tip.

It was already hurting him, but he was so focused on your voice he had forgotten about himself.

‘’It feels good’’ you moaned again, suddenly feeling your own fingers good, not like the previous night you had tried to touch you, it finally felt good.

‘’What I would give to be the one touching you right now.’’

‘’Anton‘’ you cried.

You were using just one finger, flicking your clit up and down and thinking it was him touching you.

‘’Don’t be afraid of using more than one finger, like I did, do it just like I did’’ he ordered, and you obeyed.

You tried to make the same motion, up and down, feeling your juices making a mess inside your panties.

He didn’t lie, you really were dripping for him.

It was so wet, you felt your fingers sliding with such ease over your clit, making you feel incredibly good.

You had touched yourself before, even before you knew Anton, you were human after all, but his groans on your ear and the memory of his hand instead of yours made it a lot better.

You didn’t understand what was so good about masturbating before, it was good, but this was fucking amazing.

You wanted to cup your chest again, just like he would’ve done it, like he did over your bra, but you needed to have your phone on your ear, his voice was more necessary than any light touch over your skin.

‘’Please touch my chest the next time.’’

The next time, he became numb, you were being so good for him, begging with that honeyed voice to touch you, he’d do it with much pleasure, but to hear you say it, to ask for his touch so directly, it was too much for him.

‘’I’ll touch you so good, my angel, I’ll do everything you want.’’

He didn’t mean it only for when he made you feel good with his hands, or his mouth, he honestly wanted to do everything for you.

‘’Put one finger inside.’’

You sighed disappointed, it felt good, but not like when he did it.

‘’It’s not like yours...’’

You heard him groan.

His hand stopped moving, feeling your pain through the phone.

‘’Oh angel, I’m so sorry, I’ll make sure to finger you well next time too.’’

‘’Yours are so long’’ you cried, putting one more in to simulate the size of his fingers.

It wasn’t enough, and soon you had not one or two, but three fingers, which were the closest sensation to his fingers that day, stretching you just like two of his fingers did.

When you put all those fingers inside the echo of your wetness got louder, pushing him to continue with the way his hand was moving before, swiftly pulling his cock like your delicate hand would do, with those pretty fingers around him and those beautiful eyes looking at him.

‘’How many do you have in?’’ he asked curious, because it was impossible just one finger was making that nasty noise.

You didn’t want to tell him how many, it was so disgraceful for a girl to use that many fingers, at least you believed that.

You cried again because something so degrading was feeling so good.

‘’Tell me.’’

He wouldn’t stop asking, you knew it, he would respect your silence in any other occasion, but not in this one.

‘’…Three.’’

‘’Shit, getting ready for my cock.’’

‘’Anton.’’ You called for him, flustered with his statement, and pushing your fingers even more with that idea.

He was big, you felt it that day, even just over his pants you could feel how much he would open you, your three fingers were nothing to get that, they had to be his fingers to stretch you enough to accept him.

‘’You’re about to cum, right? I already recognize that tone’’ he was pumping harder his cock, following the intensity of your squelches and how your hand was more erratic, ‘’fuck, and I’m not there to feel your mess, my angel.’’

You repeated his name in loud moans, grateful that you were completely alone, and his groans became as loud as your moans, reciprocating your enthusiasm.

He bit his lip with force, back falling with force to his pillow, picturing you moaning right over him like you did that day, and while thinking about you, and listening to your actual cries, he came all over his hand in thick spurs of cum.

You also came, a lighter sensation than when he fucked you so good with his fingers, but still good enough to make you feel relaxed again.

After days of not being able to cum you didn’t realize how tense you were, maybe that was why you were so thoughtful and couldn’t sleep even when you felt so tired.

Both of you stayed like that for a good time, recovering after all those days away.

‘’I missed you so much’’ Anton said when your mind was drifting away.

Me too, you thought, but didn’t say it.

‘’You’ll see me this Monday…’’

‘’I’ll buy you something.’’

‘’If you buy me something, I swear I’ll punch you.’’

‘’Oops, I think I’d like that too.’’

You laughed, not hiding it this time, and fell asleep while hearing his soft laugh on your ear.

When you saw him on Monday you punched him, not hard though, because apart from the couple of his t-shirts he gave you, he bought you a small bouquet of flowers to show how sorry he was.

fourth visit ↬ fifth visit ↬ sixth visit (tba)

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lovelywritinglady · 10 months

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hi can i recwest a uzui x reader where uzui have a argment and gat a divors and yn is pregnet years later when the child and he rillast that it is his child and has a tak whif yn and trase to fics everifing

if you canpleas do thak you and have a grat day

I’d love to!💜

Mistakes

Tengen Uzui x fem!Reader

You and Tengen got into a heated argument after a demon hunt gone wrong. He says some extremely hurtful words. You decide to leave him because you know you don’t deserve that. What you didn’t know was that you were pregnant with his child. Angst, slight fluff, Tengen being a dick, mentions of pregnancy, cursing, and other mature themes.

Your pov

"You nearly got us killed, what are you and idiot?" My husband Tengen yelled at me.

"It was an accident, I'm sorry!" I yelled back

"You cannot afford accidents like this Y/N!" He roared stepping closer to me causing me to flinch slightly.

"I'm sorry." I whispered

"Sorry won't even begin to cover the fucking stupitity of your actions! You have no right being a demon slayer with how dumb you are. I can't believe I married someone like you!" he yelled looking me dead in the eye with fury.

"Fuck you!" I snapped as my anger began rising as tears filled my eyes.

"Real mature Y/N, get the hell out of my house until you can learn some respect and basic combat moves." he said as he began walking away as I began to sob.

"Where the hell am I going to stay! Tengen, I'm your wife!' I cried walking towards him.

"Hell if I care, just get your things and don't come back until you aren't so incopitent." he snapped walking away into another room.

I stood there unable to think, feel, or understand the situation. My body moved on its own and next thing I knew I was out of mt home with a bag packed walking only god knows where. It was getting dark, but I didn't care all I knew is that I was no longer wanted, needed, or loved by the man that swore he would protect me and love me no matter what. So much for promises. I kept walking until the sun began to rise, my thoughts much clearer now and my tears no longer flowing down my face. I decided to go live with my older sister, Misa, who lives on the other side of the country. Her and I have always been close, and I just hoped I would never see that asshole again.

One Month Later

I feel unbelievebly sick, as every morning and evening I spill my guts out. I have an uncontroable hunger and yet anytime I try to eat something I feel once again that I want to throw up. I feel miserable not just physically, but mentally too. Despite his words, I still love my husband. He use to be my everything, but I suppose I was never his. He claimed that he couldn't believe that he married me and just thinking about those poisonus words make my body ache once more. Tears I try not to spill came fourth with so much eagerness that I had no time to stop them. I hated myself for crying over him, but I suppose I was really crying for the man he use to be. I knew in my heart that I would always love him, but now I can never be with someone who so easily made me feel like my very existence meant nothing. I heard a faint knocking that pulled me out of my thoughts as the sweet voice of my sister filled the room.

"How are you feeling this morning, Y/N?" Misa asked as she sat next to me putting her hand on my forhead.

"Not great." I sighed smiling at her wiping away my tears.

"Y/N, I really think we should get you a doctor. This has been going on too long." She suggested taking her hand off my head.

"I think your right Misa." I sighed

"I didn't want to say anything to you, but I really think you're pregnant." she said in a whisper

"What!" I whisper yelled

"You're showing signs and don't worry if you are. I will always take care of you." Misa reassured

"Lets hope I'm not then." I said nervously.

Two days later the doctor came, she was a sweet older lady that had a warm smile and a small figure. She came into my room and inspected me in all they ways she could. My nerves at this point were all consuming as I really did not want to be pregnant, especially since I knew who the father was.

"My dear you have no fever and no true illness. What you are expierencing, is early signs of pregnancy." she said with a smile

"I see, I guess my sister was right then." I stated sadly

"Are you not happy, I'm sure your husband will be." she stated with a concerned look on her face.

"My husband no longer wants me." I answered doing my best not to cry once more.

"Oh, I am so sorry, my dear." She said grabbing my hand.

"Thank you, I just have no idea what to do now." I said honestly

"That's just something you're going to have to figure out for yourself. At the end of the day you need to do what's best for your child." She spoke seriously

"Yes, I suppose you're right." I sighed

"Of course I'm right dear, I am a doctor." she joked

"Hey, is everything alright in here?" my sister asked as she knocked on the door.

"It will be." I whispered touching my belly.

Three Years And Six Months Later

My son, Kei, is now nearly three years old. He's a rowdy child that seems to always be obsessed with what is going on outside. Whether is rainy, snowy, or sunny, he's always begging to go outside. I can't complain though as I love nature and seeing his little cheeks puffed up when he askes is always so cute. Kei looks a little bit like his father as he got most of his features from me. His eyes are the same color as my ex husband and his personality matches. His hair is a lighter shade of h/c, which gave me relief. I still haven't told Tengen about our son, nor do I want to. Part of me feels selfish, but part of me doesn't want to subject him to a man like Tengen. Although, when they do meet, I hope he is kind to his son. Kei is too sweet and kind to have to be around a father that verbally abuses him. I just couldn't live with myself if I let my baby be hurt by him.

In these three years, I haven't had a full time job. Mostly they have been part time jobs and my sister has been providing for me and my son. She claimes that since she doesn't have a family that this is no trouble, but Kei is old enough where I can start working full time. It took a long time to find job, but one day my sister came into the house screaming that she found a job that was perfect for me.

"Y/N, this is a landscaping job." she nearly yelled in my ear

"Huh, that's a little different than the jobs that I'm looking for, but hey if they are hiring then I'll take it." I said confifently

"Mama what's going on?" Kei asked as he walked into the room with a sleepy expression.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you up." I cooed opening my arms for my son. He then picked up the pace and ran into my arms crushing me with all of his nearly three year old strength.

"Its okay." he sighed playing with his fingers with a small tired pout

"Your mama just found a job, Kei." my sister said with a smile at her nephew

"Okay." he said disinterested. I smiled at this, he's so small and perfect and despite the fact that my pregnancy was not the easiest, it was worth it.

Two weeks later I found myself walking towards my new job. It was a sunny day and part of myself wished Kei was here to enjoy it with me. I can almost hear his voice calling my name begging me to play with him. I was lucky to have been blessed with him. My thoughts of my perfect child came to a halt as the gates of the house I would be working at came into view. Taking a deep breath I began walking to what I thought was the front door. This property was absolutely beautiful. Everything seemed like it was perfect, not even a pebble out of place. It was a calming place that seemed to inspire peace. For some reason this place looked oddly familiar and it only now hit me that this was the place where the master lived. Tengen had taken me here years ago when he became hashira while I was just starting to become a demon slayer. Before I left, I was one rank away from being hashira. I thought about training again, but now that I have my son I felt it was irresponsible. Plus I could never leave him.

"You must be Y/N." The master suddenly said and it made me wonder how long he was there for.

"Yes sir, its very nice to meet you. Thank you for having me." I said bowing to show respect to him.

"Of course. I am aware of your situation and am happy to give you work here." He said with a smile." Come with me and I'll show you the grounds.

Two weeks later

Working at this mansion feels peaceful and the work is harder than I expected, but the pay is well worth it. Today I raked, cut grass, and tended to the luscious gardens. The sun beamed down on me giving me a slight headache. Thankfully the day was almost over for me so that I could go home to my son and my sister. Kei has been begging me to take him here ever since my sister told him that the hashira train here. I have been reluctant of it since seeing Tengen might be a possiblilty and seeing a child in my arms was a conversation that I simply did not want to have yet, even though I knew one day it would happen. I heard light footsteps approach me. turning my head I saw one of the other workers and smiled at him. He was a kind man that was around my age and he and I had talked a few times.

"Hey there, how's the work today?" He questioned with a sweet smile.

"Same as always although its a little hotter than usual." I responded

"Yeah, but I like it when its hot because I know that cooler weather is around the corner." he said with a content smile

"That would be nice." I chuckled

"Oh, you should know that the hashira will be here tomorrow." he said seriously

"Well, I'll make sure to make myself scarce." I said trying to mask my nervousness.

"Don't, all you need to do is smile and show them respect." He smiled

"Will do." I laughed standing up.

"Well I will see you tomorrow and tell your son I said hi." he smirked

"I'll make sure to tell him, see you tomorrow." I bowed

I watched him leave with a fake smile on my face. As soon as he was out of sight I sighed as my stomach throbbed with uncomfortable uneasiness as I began waking to the shed to put my tools away with my head hung low. I was no where okay with the fact that Tengen was going to be here tomorrow. I thought that maybe I should call in sick, but no one would believe that. Even if they did, I’d feel too guilty about it. The best thing to do was to avoid seeing him and focus on my work. If I keep my head down and not do any quick movements, then he won’t see me, hopefully. My thoughts were completely consumed with my nerves that I didn’t even register that I had bumped into someone until I heard someone speaking.

“Hey watch where you walk, alright.” The voice snapped

“Forgive me, I wasn’t looking.” I said frantically bowing as to show respect and forgiveness.

“Y/N?” The voice questioned lowing its tone. I then stood up and as my eyes met with the stranger I immediately tended up. My breath hitched and my stomach dropped into the ground. The one and one Tengen Uzui stood before me in all of his flashy glory.

“Uhh, you gonna say anything?” He joked as his eyes raked over my body.

“Um hi.” I stuttered slightly unsure of what the hell to even do. And I tended even more so when his body came crashing into mine in a bone crushing hug. I could feel his urgency and I almost allowed myself to met into his arms. But I couldn’t because I knew it wasn’t right.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into my hair. “I’m so sorry Y/N, you didn’t deserve that.” He cried.

“I know.” I said monotone still unsure what to do. Do I tell him about our son or do I keep my mouth shut and pretend like any of this is okay?

“Where have you been?” He questioned breaking the hug but still standing close. I looked up at him and sighed.

“Here and there, but mostly I’ve been living with my sister.” I said honestly. I really couldn’t lie to this man he’s really good at sporting liars. As much as I hated him, I really didn’t feel like lying to him.

“Ahh so that’s where you’ve been. I though your sister moved away from here.” He said curiously.

“She was going to, but she decided to stay.” I responded trying not to show too much emotion.

“Guess I should’ve looked there.” He joked

“You looked for me?” I questioned as I raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I did you’re my wife and I love you.” He scoffed as though he was offended.

“I just thought you wouldn’t care.” I mumbled

“Of course I care.” Tengen sighed

“Well you sure as hell didn’t act like it then.” I snapped

“You’re right, I didn’t I was too hard on you. You made a simple mistake. Hell I’ve made mistakes too. Making mistakes in this line of work is never good, but no one died. I should’ve been easier on you and I’m sorry.” He spoke. His eyes were pleading with mine saying silent apologies.

“Thank you for apologizing, but I can’t forgive you right now. You make me feel like I was nothing and I’m not just going to forgive that easily. I know one day I will, but I just can’t now.” I whispered as tears threatened my eyes.

“That’s understandable, I just hope one day that we can be together again. I miss you and honestly you’re the best aspect of life.” He said with a longing gaze.

“I’m not sure about that. That might take a long time. I don’t exactly trust you.” I spoke honestly.

“Fair enough.” He sighed. I reluctantly decided that I should just rip the bandaid off. Kei was his son and as much as I hated to admit it, Tengen was honest about his apologies. That man doesn’t half ass anything. So I thought this might be the time.

“Look Tengen I-“Just as I was about to tell him the screeching voice of my child filled my ears and I knew I was fucked.

“Mama!” Kei screeched as he ran straight towards me crushing me into a hug. He nuzzled his head into my thigh and despite how nervous I was I smiled at how cute my baby was.

“We have a child.” I finished with an awkward smile. Tengen stood there stiff and unmoving which was strange for him. I had never seen him tense up like this ever and I began to regret not going home sooner.

“Mama who’s this and why is he so tall.” Kei questioned waking up to Tengen. “Hey, you okay?” He said as he poked Tengens hand.

“Ummm.” Tengen said still shocked at the fact that Kei, his son, was standing right there. Matching pink eyes and all.

“Ummm?” Kei questioned craning his head to the side. “That’s a weird name.” Kei said in disgust.

“Baby this is Tengen Uzui and he’s a hashira. And he’s also your father.” I said trying to stay as calm and collected as possible.

“You’re my dad.?” Kei asked Tengen with cute excited smile on his cubby face.

“Yeah, I guess I am kid.” Tengen whispered crouching down and pulling Kei towards him in a loving him. “I’m your dad.” Tengen cried.

I began to shed a few tears at how cute this meeting was. I felt slightly bad that I didn’t tell Tengen about our son, but I had good reasons not to. I’m just so glad that he seems to be a better and nicer man. My thoughts then came to a haunt as I noticed my sister wasn’t here nor was was neighbor that Kei likes to hang out with. Meaning he came here alone.

“Kei honey, did you walk here alone.” I questioned with my hands on my hips.

“Umm no.” He quickly said.

“Kei answer your mother honestly.” Tengen said sternly but not too much as to scare the child.

“Yeah okay I came here by myself. But I really missed you!” Kei cried quickly to defend himself

“I missed you too, but you need to wait until I get home.” I sighed looking at how adorable my son looked with a pout.

“Okay.” He said reluctantly. Smiling at my son hugging his father brought peace to me. And I then decided to do something that would bring us all together.

“Tengen, would you like to join us for dinner?” I questioned still looking at the cute scene before me.

“Absolutely I would!” He exclaimed standing up and picking up our son, swinging him in the air.

“Yay!” Kei screeched

Making eye contact with Tengen I have him a small smile. His eyes looked relaxed and happy and I’m glad that he found out about or son. He then came up to me smiling as well.

“Y/N thank you for allowing me to be with him. I will do by best to be the father he deserves and hopefully one day the man you deserve if that’s what you’d like.” He spoke

“Thank you, I’m sure you will. And for that second bit only time can tell.” I joked

“Sounds good to me. Alright shall we go?” Tengen suggested

“Yeah, I wanna show you my room!” Kei said

“I bet it’s the flashiest room ever.” Tengen said matching Kei’s energy.

“It sure is!” I exclaimed content about the situation that I was in. But I wondered something.

“Hey why are you here early?” I asked Tengen

“The master told me to come early.” He spoke

“Why?” I asked

“No idea, but something tells me this was the reason.” He spoke softly

“Maybe.” I responded shaking my head at the thought that the master was trying to play match maker again.

We walked to the house as Kei held Tengens hand as well as he could. While the adults caught up on the years and for the first time in a long time I felt happy to be near Tengen.

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rival | yeon sieun

warning : death

Yeon Sieun wasn't just a schoolmate. You wouldn't have considered him a friend or someone you hate. The two of you acknowledged each others existence, knowing that the other person existed simply because of one piece of paper that was pasted on the signboard of Byuksan Middle School's notice board every few months.

"First : Yeon Sieun," That was what the board would read every month from the first year of school, but somehow by the third test of the fourth year, yeon sieun's name was not first.

"Did you hear? Yeon sieun got knocked off first place!" Students began gossiping as yeon sieun stood in front of the noticeboard, face blank, but his eyes showed anger.

To say he was angry would be an understatement. He aas furious, his heart pumped faster and he could hear ringing in his ears as he walked back to his seat, acting as he would on a normal day as the students in the class looked at him, muttering and whispering to each other.

"Congratulations! I can't believe you did so well for the mock exams! You'll definitely ace the exams by CSAT year!" The sound of female students congratulations caught Sieun's attention as he raised his head to look at the window in the corridor.

You were walking with four other female students, a large smile plastered onto your face as you shook your head at your friends' words, shy from their compliments.

For the first time in a long time, Sieun felt the feeling of inferiority creeping up his neck like a silent monster. His grip on his pen became tighter as his eyes were glued onto the notebook in front of him, not wanting to think about the result slip on the noticeboard.

"Sieun," You called out his name as you held your tray of food. The boy looked up from his English textbook as he looked at you, his earpieces still in his ears as you exhaled, feeling the awkwardness creeping up your arms.

"Could I sit here? I wanted to talk to you about certain subjects because I'm still not at my best," You asked until you realised that he was ignoring you, eyes glued back onto the text on the book in front of his face as you sighed, turning to walk back to the table with your friends.

That was over a year ago, and by the actual examination, sieun was back on top, with you being in second. That didn't bother you. You weren't aiming for the top, just high enough to get into a good school later on in life.

By the last year of school, the teachers saw that both of you were high academic achievers, which led to their decision to make both of you seatmates.

The air was tense at first. You never knew if you should talk to him or wait for him to start a conversation. You chose the latter, thinking back on your only other encounter with him the previous year.

Over the course of half a year, you were still struggling with Additional Mathematics, and you could never really understand it. You would've asked your classmates but only one other student took Additional Mathematics with you, and that was, lo and behold, Yeon Sieun.

It was break time, and on a usual day, you would've been at the snack bar with your friends deciding what to eat, but today wasn't the case. You had to figure out how to do the hard questions before the exams, and you were still struggling. The teacher was no help, simply telling you to check with Sieun. If you could, you would've.

"The shoelace method."

You lifted your head up from the paper as you turned to see sieun still writing in his notebook, despite you having just heard his voice.

"The shoelace method...?" You questioned him again as he turned to you, his face with his signature cold look, but he was offering help, who were you to reject that?

Sieun adjusted his seat as he moved slightly closer to your table, his chair slanted in your direction.

"I assume you already know the formula?" Sieun asked, not looking at you as his head was tilted slightly, reading the question carefully as he clicked his pen, writing down in blue ink as he explained.

"Take the points in the anti-clockwise direction. The first point chosen must be repeated..." Sieun explained as he wrote down the formula and numbers for the polygon.

You should have been focused, but somehow... having yeon sieun so closd to you made your heart jump. You gulped as you blinked, hard, focusing on the problem at hand.

"You can use the numbers in the motion of a shoelace, x1 with y2, so on and so forth, and eventually, you'll get this answer," Sieun wrote down the final answer as you looked at him, feeling starstruck.

Everyone knew he was smart, but getting to experience his academic ability first-hand made you feel a newfound respect for him. He knew his work, and he made sure he did.

That single event with both of you led to a more comfortable atmosphere as the days passed. Sieun didn't act like you didn't exist, and you could talk to him easily, most of the time.

A simple 'good morning sieun' and a nod back was a more usual occurrence between the both of you and the teachers were more than elated by that.

On that particular day, you didn't seem yourself, even sieun could see it. You didn't speak nor look at anyone in the class as yoj entered, head hanging low as you sat in your seat. You took out your books and placed them on the table, placing your head on them as you closed your eyes, feeling the lack of sleep beginning to seep in.

Your situation at home led to your current state, but you couldn't tell anyone. It's normal academic pressure, it was nothing to worry about ; you chose to believe it. Your grades were beginning to slip, slowly like a snake creeping up with its venom. Your parents weren't happy, a screaming match ensued the moment you arrived home at the start of the week and it was already Friday. You were exhausted. Emotionally and physically, you were done.

"Wake up. The teacher's here," Sieun muttered as he tapped on your shoulder, causing you to flinch as you woke up from your five minutes of sleep.

"I'll be announcing the winner of the additional mathematical olympiad competition that was held recently," The homeroom teacher spoke, but you were to busy beginning to doze off as the teacher's sudden mention of your name caused you to wake up once again.

"Congratulations, this prize is awarded to this student for achieving first place in the additional mathematics olympiad." The teacher announced as you stood up, walking to the teacher to receive the certificate, before plopping down on your seat once again.

"Yeon Sieun, second place," The teacher announced as loud gasps were heard around the room.

You opened your eyes as you saw Sieun at the front of the class, taking the certificate half-heartedly as he gave you the same glare he had given you a year ago, over the mock exam results.

"Now, now, settle down class," the teacher shouted over the muttering and chatter in the class while you were trying to grasp a few more minutes of sleep.

Everyone had gone for their lunch, and it was just you and sieun in the classroom.

"Was it fun?" Sieun suddenly asked, he was seated, facing the board as you turned to him, confused and exhausted.

"What?" You questioned back as sieun turned to you, his eyes glaring at you ad he continued, "Did you just want help because you wanted to surpass me? To get first place?"

You were too tired for this. Everything was becoming a blur in your head.

"Look, if you wanted to win that math olympiad, you could've said so. I didn't even want to take part in it, the teacher in charge signed me up," you muttered as sieun suddenly slammed the desk with his arm, causing it to turn red with each second that passed.

"You're lazy, and all you do is leech off of others. You ask me for help in everything, but can't even do such a basic concept like polygons." Sieun scoffed as you turned to him, eyebrows furrowed at his sudden aggresiveness.

"What is wrong with you? Just because of a stupid math competition, you're attacking me? Watch your mouth yeon sieun," You spat back at him as he turned to face you, his anger reaching its limits.

"You're pathetic," Sieun stated heartlessly as you stood up, grabbing your textbooks, shoving them into your bag, not caring if the covers or pages were bent. You made your way out of the class, walking down the hallway as you made your way to the main office.

"I'm not feeling well. I need to go home," you told the receptionist as she handed you the form to fill out to leave school early.

Sieun's words were echoing in your head as you thought about his harsh words. He was just like everyone around you. Your parents, always telling you to work harder, unsatisfied with everything that you did for your academics.

You walked down the path from the school gate to the bus stop as you quietly wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall. Floodgates were about to be released, but with the many people at the bus stop, that would be embarrassing. Your vision was still blurry from the lack of sleep, but you kept repeating in your head that it was nothing to worry about.

That was until your legs gave out, and the next thing you knew, you were on the floor, your head facing the road as you felt people calling out to you. They sounded mumbled, as if you were underwater. The world seemed to become a whirlpool as you inhaled deeply, before blacking out, the last thing being the sound of the ambulance.

The next week came, and Sieun walked into the classroom, waiting patiently with a box of milk, patiently waiting for you to arrive. He had thought about his actions over the weekend and realised he had lost his cool over something minor, and he had definitely hurt you. He tried to convince himself that he did the right thing, but he couldn't. Remembering how you looked at him, face full of hurt and hands trembling, he couldn't.

The bell rang, and the boy looked up from his notebook to see the seat next to him empty. You didn't arrive. Maybe you were late? He told himself as he placed the milk under your desk for you to see when you arrived.

"I have news to share with all of you," the teacher started as she walked into the classroom with a vase of white flowers, the atmosphere becoming heavy. The teacher was barely ever serious unless something bad happened, and that wasn't a good sign to sieun.

"Our classmate has passed away on Friday. I would like everyone to remember our dear friend as someone who was hard working and could be relied on."

Sieun's ears seemed to ring. A high-pitched ring with a buzzing feeling in his head as he turned to look at his classmates. Only your seat was empty.

"Sieun," the teacher called him as he snapped out of his daze, realising she was standing beside your table.

"I hope you're alright. I know the sudden news shocked you seeing as the both of you were quite close," The teacher said as she placed the flowers on your desk, leaving it as sieun couldn't help but stare at it.

You were gone, and the last thing he called you was 'pathetic'. He was so caught up in his inner turmoil that he was so blind as to not see you suffering right in front of his two very eyes.

Sieun reached out his hand, his hand grazing the clear vase as he thought of when he'd pat your head when you'd sleep in class. He didn't expect that the next time he'd see you, you would be in a casket, with a large potrait of your school photo in front of it.

"You must be yeon sieun." a voice called out as sieun turned to see an old woman in a black hanbok, a chief mourner badge around her arm as sieun nodded.

"You were always spoken highly of. My grandchild would always come home and excitedly tell me about how she talked to you more with each day that passed." the old woman told sieun as he looked to the ground. He felt ashamed, as if he shouldn't have been there. Even in death, you'd still find a way to clench his heart.

Sieun sat at his desk at home, staring at the wall. He felt as if his soul had been removed from his body. He always felt void of emotions, but somehow, he felt like there were too many emotions.

One drop, two drops.

Sieun felt his tears running down uncontrollably, not being able to keep himself together. Sieun never had many friends, but somehow, he always found you sneaking into his heart as someone dear to him, as someone he'd want in his life.

But it was too late. You were no longer a rival, but a friend.

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MY ASS BRUH I WORKED ON THIS FOR 2 HOURS AND IT TURNE DOUT LIKE SHIT IM SO MAD AT 4:38AM AND ITS JFJFJRWBWJ

also the math part was kind of entertaining to write other than the fact i couldn't write the formula in so pls imagine it

#whc1 #yeon sieun #sieun fic #sieun x reader #ahn sooho #ohbeomseok #weak hero #weak hero class 1

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gay-wh0re-slut · 7 months

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If your requests are still open I have one

Something spicy, with Rhea x fem! dancer!reader, where reader is a dancer and Rhea gets to see her practice in person? (Reader is in a dance group or something) Like she's seen videos but never got the experience in person and probably gets hot and bothered about readers dancing? Like the display of energy and movement gets to Rhea and she drags reader off somewhere after practice for smexy times :)

my requests are always open, so thank you!!!!

this is so crazy that you say that bc i was a dancer omg so i will DEFINITELY be getting into this hehehheee i’m geeking rn thinking of all the things i could do

CW: hot sex with buff goth wrestler and her hot dancer girlfriend !! (sub rhea, dom reader, car sex, fingering, face sitting, scissoring, slight praise/degradation from reader)

En Pointe

“i’ll be there soon, baby” Rhea texted you. She dropped you off before she went to have lunch with the boys and run some errands, but now she was on her way to watch your invited dress rehearsal for your performance this weekend.

You’ve been practicing for months on this dance with your team and it was almost finally time to show it off. When you heard that you could invite people to one of the dress rehearsals, of course you had to invite her. In the past, you would show her videos of the classes you took where they did short one minute dances that you learned in two hours, and she loved watching every second of it.

The minute she learned that you were having a performance of a new dance, she immediately went on to say, “I don’t want any videos or sneak peaks, I want to be surprised,” so you did just that…or you tried to. You were never good at keeping silly little secrets from her, like surprise parties or gifts that you got her for birthday or the holidays. But she insisted and you compromised by showing her a new trick you learned.

“I can’t wait to meet her,” says your friend.

“Y’all are so cute on instagram, I can’t wait to see it in person,” says another.

You were so excited to show her off that you couldn’t help but smile wide every time she was brought up.

“i’m here! where do i go?” she texted only fifteen minutes later.

“to the right through the double doors, there should be signs,” you reply.

Two minutes pass of you waiting, giddy, giggling and checking the hallways every two seconds until finally you saw the tall buff woman come down the hallway. You ran to her immediately and jumped on her as if you haven’t seen in her in forever when in reality, it was four hours.

“Hey, baby,” she caught you.

“Hiiiiiii!!!” you finally climbed down, “come meet my friends first!” as your drag her to the audience.

Hello’s and Nice-to-meet-you’s went on for ten minutes before they called for places, and off you went. You kissed her goodbye as she found her seat. Fourth row, middle section, middle seat, “It has the best view,” your friends told her with a wink.

The lights went dark signaling the beginning of the performance.

When you were in the audience, you were wearing sweatpants and a big tshirt to hide your costume so when the lights came up on you wearing a black leather low cut halter top (that you put too much trust in), a tiny red miniskirt, (the other girls had different colors), knee high white socks (with matching red bows on the calf), and black lace-up heeled boots, you could hear a loud gasp come from the audience and you immediately knew it was Rhea.

You smiled immediately, and then the song came on, Partition by Beyoncé. A faint “oh my god!” could be heard and you knew who’s accent that belonged to. Your friends giggled on stage as they began to move around you.

The dance lasted the full length of the song with you and your team dancing on chairs, dancing with each other, doing flips, tricks and turns. Some moves were definitely seductive, and you couldn’t help but think about how she was itching to get ahold of you in the audience, twitching in her chair, fidgeting like crazy. It made you dance better knowing she was watching.

After the standing ovation from the 20 invited guests, and the multiple Good job’s and That was amazing’s, you wrapped your arm around the muscular tattooed arm beside you as you walked out together.

“Baby,” Rhea finally spoke.

“Yeah?”

“That was so fucking hot,” she admitted.

“You think so?” you knew it was, but you loved to hear her say it.

“Are you kidding? I couldn’t stop squirming in my seat, I wanted to take you right there on the stage in front of everyone,” she unlocked the car and opened your door for you.

She leaned on the top of her truck with one foot on the step as you sat, watching your every move.

“So you thought it was good, huh?” you tease as you buckle your seatbelt.

She gently grabs the side of your neck, which turns into a forceful grip sending a shock straight to your core causing you to whimper.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautifully slutty in my life,” she whispers millimeters away from your face.

She lets you go with a push, not letting you have the satisfaction of a kiss. You huff as she closes the door and walks to driver’s side.

Before you knew it, she turned down a road you didn’t know.

“Where…are we going?” you were a bit scared.

“You’ll see,” she smirked.

Now you were all the way scared. Please don’t murder me, please don’t kidnap me, please. Your leg bounced with anxiety.

“I’m not going to murder you,” she answers your silent plea, “I scoped it out before rehearsal, just wait, I promise it’ll be okay,” she placed her hand on your thigh and it immediately stopped bouncing.

You were still weary of her, but she never broke her promises, ever.

She pulled off the path into a clearing between some trees, to an overlook of the city. Your eyes gleamed at the dancing lights below you as you leaned forward for a better look, “oh, wow.”

“I told you,” she unbuckled, “now c’mon.”

You followed her lead and got out of the truck to the front of it. She picked you up and placed you on the hood that was still hot from the drive, but you didn’t mind too much because it was a cool night. She jumped up next to you and wrapped her arm around you pulling you into her. The two of you sat there for what seemed like forever, taking in the different sounds of nature, but also distant cars rushing through the streets of your hometown.

“You ready for the best part?” she whispered as she kissed your head.

You nodded excitedly as she got down, “stay there a minute,” she ordered.

You hear the sound of the bed opening, then the car door opening and closing, then the bed cover being removed, “okay,” she huffed, “c’mere!”

So you hopped down and went to the back of the truck when you were met with a mattress inside the truck bed with fake tea candles somehow stuck to the sidewalls and rose petals strewn across the light pink blanket covering the mattress.

“Baby!…What is all this?” you smile hard.

“Well, I wasn’t getting lunch with the boys if that’s what you’re wondering,” she kicked a rock shyly with her hands behind her back.

“It’s perfect,” you began to get a little teary eyed at the gesture.

She sighed with relief then suddenly she picked you up once more and landed you on the mattress with a yelp. She followed and laid down on her side with her head propped on her fist, “now show me some of those moves you did on stage,” she patted on the bed.

You understood her orders and started crawling towards her and then on top of her, straddling her waist as she turned on her back under you. Immediately, your lips crashed into hers as she held your thighs pulling you closer. Small moans escaped the both of you as you held her face craving as much of her as possible.

You finally sat up to catch your breath, “so you liked my dance?”

“I didn’t think you could get any hotter and then you did, so no…I fucking loved it. The skimpy outfit, the heels, your ASS! I knew you were flexible but damn, who knew you could shake your ass in a split!”

You blushed at the thought her getting all hot and bothered. “Well I’m glad you liked it,” you laugh.

“No baby, I didn’t like it, I loved it. I loved you, I loved watching you. And I was serious when I said that I could’ve taken you right there on the stage in front of everyone,” her tone became serious with the last bit which is when you knew you were about to get fucked out of your mind.

She ripped your shirt off to find you still wearing the halter top, “holy fuck,” she stared at your chest for a full minute with her mouth wide open, “you’re kidding,” she finally spoke.

“Nope, keep going,” you smirked as you stood up for her to take your sweatpants off.

“There’s no way,” and she ripped your sweatpants down to find the tiny red skirt and the knee high socks, “oh my god.”

You kicked the sweatpants off and stood over her with your hands on your hips, one foot popped, sinking into your hip, showing off your outfit for her. You turn around to pick up your sweatpants where she could easily see that the shorts you were wearing under your skirt for the performance were replaced with a lacy matching red thong. You stand back up and place your sweat pants out of the way, smiling at her.

When you see her mouth open on the brink of drooling, you bend over to close it. She pulls you down and kisses you hard. “Please for the love of everything holy, sit on my face,” she pleads.

So you maneuver your way towards her head and try to ease your way down but in one swift motion she grabs your hips, moves the red lace to the side and forces you down anyway. Her tongue immediately makes contact with your hot center causing a moan to fall out of you. You brace yourself on the back window and holding onto the top rack, “fuck,” you whisper.

She hums into you as her response sending chills through your body. As she laps at your entrance, you can feel the tension in your stomach rising and quickly. You didn’t notice how bad you needed her until now, “oh fuck…yeah right there, baby,” you whimper as your clit becomes the center of her tongues attention.

You only just now noticed that you were riding her face, up and down, back and forth, shaking the truck slightly as you did. The tattooed hand found its way to your entrance, hinting at wanting to come inside. Two fingers slowly nudged their way inside of you and your head falls backward, with a loud groan to follow. She slowly pumps her fingers in and out of you, making you drip down her hand, to her wrist, and probably all the way down her arm.

You didn’t want to wait for her to quicken the pace so you did it yourself. Grinding on her fingers, losing your breath, hearing the noises of your wetness on her tongue drove you crazy for more. The two of were so in sync that it didn’t take long for the pressure inside to push past the breaking point.

Whimpers and moans escaped your throat with every bounce. She could feel your walls beginning clench around her fingers, noticing how wet she was getting too, she couldn’t help but try to relieve some of the pressure by squeezing her legs together.

As suddenly as it began, it ended. The pressure released from you sending your eyes to the back of your head, your legs quivered over her, and the loudest moan you’ve ever made flew out of you. The truck stilled as you came down from your high slumping over and rolling out of the position, to laying down next to her. “Holy fuck,” you say between breaths.

You turn your head towards her but you catch her sucking her fingers off, cleaning them of you. “Holy fuck,” you repeat as you climb back on top of her but this time to kiss her, tasting yourself on her lips.

She moans into the kiss but breaks it soon after, “if I would have known that your dance would be that hot, I would’ve come to all the rehearsals.”

“I tried to tell you!”

“Dammit, you did, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you began to caress her torso, gently dragging your hands over her breasts while ever so slightly squeezing them, then continuing down to her stomach. You slide down her legs as you started to kiss all over her. Her neck, her chest, her sternum, her stomach, her pelvis, to her thighs, which were barely covered by booty shorts. Her hands were finding anyway to touch you, soft quick moans coming from above you as you traveled your way down her toned body.

“My turn,” you say as you forcefully take off her black shorts.

“I don’t think you could do it,” Rhea chuckled.

“Do what?” you question, offended.

“I don’t think you could be a top.”

“Then you don’t know me at all Ripley,” you smile devilishly.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” she rolls her eyes sarcastically.

You crawl back up to her with her eyes watching the shirt barely holding everything in, not realizing that she did like the thought of you being on top or A Top for that matter.

“I would suggest you listen to me or you’ll regret underestimating me,” you growl with fury in your eyes.

You watched her eyes widen as much as possible when she gulped under you. Your hand snuck its way up to her throat and closed around it pushing her head back, “I’m your Mami tonight, understood?”

She nods her head, but that wasn’t enough for you because it wouldn’t be enough for her. So you tighten your grip, “Under. Stood?”

“Y-yes Mami,” she pleads.

You finally let go, “Good girl.”

You could feel the chills start to form on her body, maybe from the cool night or maybe because you just rocked her shit, but either way it was going to be fun. You kiss your way back down her body as slowly as possible.

You get back to her thighs and just before you devour into her, you pop your head up, “You know I’m kidding right?”

“W-What?”

“I could never be a top. Too much responsibility,” you giggle.

She exhales loudly, “that’s a shame.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…that was really fucking hot, so please try or you will regret it later, princess,” she glares, “and please fuck me because I’m dying.”

“Oh, so we’re desperate now, are we?” your run your hand over her already soaking underwear as she writhed at the touch.

“Yess.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Mami!”

And with that you take her blue underwear off, and dive right in. You begin sucking on her clit immediately hearing a breathy “oh fuck,” from above you. You wanted to make sure that she was extra wet, so you met her eyes as you spit on her already oozing center. She moaned at the sight, tangling her hands in your hair. After a few more strokes from your tongue, you stood up, licked your lips, and removed your red thong.

She watched you in both awe and disappointment from stopping, but she was surprised when you sat back down. But this time you were diagonal on top of her with one leg over her leg and one leg under her other, centering yourself so that your clit matched up with hers.

“Oh god yes…fuck,” She murmured when you began to scissor her.

You brought her leg to your shoulder and held onto her muscular thigh for stability as you rocked back and forth, hitting your sweet spot every time, hoping you were hitting hers. From the sounds she was making, you assumed correctly. And the sounds were beautiful, the wet sticky from beneath you mixing with her whimpers of pleasure, were sending you over the edge.

“Look at you being a good slut for your Mami,” you force out. It sounded weird coming from you but you grew more confidence once you saw how it made her feel. Her cheeks were flushed as she gripped onto the wall of the truck bed for anything she could hold, which made you realize you were literally rocking the truck with your motions. That didn’t stop you though, it only made you go harder.

You were pulling out all the stops tonight because you don’t when you’ll ever be a top again so you pull the, “You’re feel so good against me, my baby,” and the, “Look at you, taking Mami’s cunt like the slut you are,” with loud moans coming from the raven haired woman below you.

The truck was squeaking you were going so hard, but you didn’t care. You were determined to make her cum harder than she ever has before, you made it a mission ever since you decided to be Mami for a night.

“Please Mami, can I cum?” she surprised you.

“Not yet,” another Top card she liked to pull all the time, so you knew you had to pull it on her too.

“Fuck,” she panted, “Please Mami!”

“Not. Yet. You’re doing too good to let it all go now, baby,” the truth was that you wanted to cum with her and you were almost there. “Just a bit longer.”

Her response was loud whimpers with every hit of your swollen clits.

After a few more hard thrusts, you were finally close enough to where if she came, you would to, but you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she could without asking so you hold off until she begged again. Maybe you could be a top after all, you thought.

“Mami please let me cum, I can’t hold it much longer,” she basically yelled it. Her tits were bouncing, her hair was almost matted, her face was beet red as sweat gleamed from her forehead. You could feel her legs shaking from anticipation.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over Mami’s cunt.”

And so she did just that. Her back arched, her legs tensed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, “FUCK,” she screamed, “YES… GOD,” her legs began to shake, “FFF-U-U-UCK!”

You followed her lead and came once more, screaming the sounds of pleasure until you were both a sweaty mess of moans and whimpers. You slowed your pace as the truck slowed with you. Lazily throwing her leg down you got off of her slowly and laid down next to her once more. You were both breathing heavily and couldn’t speak for two minutes.

“Damn, you were so good at that,” she broke the silence.

“Which part?”

“All of it,” she looked over to you as you caught her bright blue eyes, “the scissoring, the confidence of your words…everything.” She turned back to looking at the stars in the night sky, “you need to be on top more often.”

“Yes, Mami.”

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malebodyexhibit · 1 year

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Getting in the Action (a Next Door Boy tale)

'Never meet your heroes' is how that saying goes, but for me it should be, 'never become your hero.'

I first saw my hero on the big screen when I was in fourth grade. He was the coolest thing ever! There was a movie where he was a pilot and pulled off cool stunts in planes. My dad and I idolized him. He was the one who dragged me to the movie. It became his way to get me to do things, like "Tom always eats his vegetables" or "I doubt Tom failed his Math class." And, being the idiot I was, I obeyed.

The movie star’s influence steered my life to places I never thought I'd go. I got into weight lifting, because in all his movies, he always had that shirtless scene to hammer in the point that he was a man's man. That is what men should be. I bought a fitness magazine after I watched that movie where he has sex with his girlfriend and he strutted around his apartment naked. I wanted to be like that (confident in my own skin), so I studied the magazine and used my father's dumbbells. When I reached high school, I had washboard abs and biceps the size of grapefruits.

And sure, I was built like a linebacker, but I didn't enjoy sports. Of course I valued athleticism, but I also wanted to be an actor. I tried out for roles in Drama class and mostly got them for my good looks and body, but I really put in effort. It wasn't until we started rehearsing for Shakespeare's "The Tempest" that I started to appreciate the sounds and art of classical theatre. So in English I found a new joy. My dreams shifted from action movie star to a classical theatre. I really wanted to impress my hero that I was making something of myself for him.

Then the Next Door Boy craze happened. I'm sure you already know what happened. The debauchery and scandals. Yet, when it calmed, the benevolent acts stood out. People who lost out on life got a second chance. And then Tom announced something truly amazing:

"Hello, everyone. So many of you are my fans and have been since I was on the big screens almost half a century ago. No doubt I've gotten old. Seeing my gray hair is always a shock. But many of you suggested that I continue my legacy and through the efforts of Next Door Boy, I can. I won't just accept anyone. I want to only accept the biggest fan of mine. I want to take you with me to the stars in show business. So, fill out the application, send in those photos, and let's make something together."

The news was shocking. I could be him. He could be in me. We could share a future together. So of course I applied. I had my dad shoot the photos of me. He was over the moon. Anything for our hero.

And I was chosen. I couldn't breathe when I heard the news. The rest blurred in a rush of euphoria. I was seated in a chair at Next Door Boy as the agent went over the details. I was to be Tom’s body and I would still exist, but I wouldn't have control over anything; I would ride backseat in my mind. Do you accept?

"Yes," I said. Those were my last words spoken by my mouth by me.

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"Tell me how much you like it when I do this," Tom whispered as he pulled my shirt over his nipple. He ran his hand over what used to be my stomach.

"Stop, please," I whimpered. I could only communicate in our shared mind. It had been a couple months since the procedure and since then, Tom has been using my body for his sexual gratification. I know he isn't even gay. He just likes tormenting me.

"I don't think so," he taunted. He stuck a finger in his mouth and gave a soft moan. As he pulled it out, a trail of spittle followed. He reached around our back and I felt the push against our tight hole. In a rush, he plunged it in. A sudden ache hit us and he moaned while I screamed, "stop!" He drove it in and out. He buckled over the restroom counter and continued to go knuckles deep. Finally, he pulled out the digit and wiped it on my six pack. "Well, that's enough for now. I don't want to make you too loose. I want this body to last a few years."

He jumped in the shower then got dressed. Around my parents he was a model son. Even though they know he wasn't me, but some middle aged action star, they still treated him like me.

"There's my boy!" My dad said and he stood to hug my body. My body hugged him back and my father beamed at us. He took my face in his hands and said, "have fun out there."

"Don't worry, dad. I will!" Tom said from my mouth. He was beaming his innocent smile. "Hey, mom. I have to fly to a studio today. We're starting on the set of a new movie. Could you pack me lunch?"

"Of course, dear. That sounds fun!" My mother smiled and went to prepare something in the kitchen.

"So how is it being the action hero?" Dad asked. I couldn't tell who he was asking. It seemed my parents believed I was still in control or that it was a mix of both. But no. It was always Tom.

I remember waking up from the procedure and seeing myself, unable to move or speak. I watched as he ran my hands over my arms and chest. I watched him flex in my body.

I felt how aroused he was getting from checking out my body. "God damn, boy," he said, "you're a snack." If it wasn't for health regulations, I'm sure he'd whip out our cock then and jerk off. But instead, he waited for the public restroom in the hallway. Since then, he tortures me by treating my body like a dildo or a fleshlight. It wasn't useful unless it was pounding or being pounded at both ends.

"It's pretty good. Let me tell you about the movie I'm shooting." Tom_ said, "It's about a college student, me, who has to fight off bank robbers and saves the day. It takes place in Vegas."

"That sounds cool," my dad said. "Remember, don't drink. You might be an action star, but you're still my son."

The man in my body smiled. "Of course."

We left the house and walked toward a limo waiting for us at the curb.

"It was a lie," he said now that we were alone.

"What?" I asked.

"There is a movie, but it's not one where the hero wins. He tries fighting the robbers and finds himself facedown in his own piss. He's then stripped and finds out how much loves a dicking and giving head."

"It's a porno?!" I screamed incredulously. "You can't make me do that! That's disgusting and I'm not gay!"

"It doesn't matter if you're gay. I already set up something with a studio. They're wanting a few hundred movies of us, well me in you. They like your body, and I do too, especially when it's a cheap slut for cock." He smiled, flashing the driver a toothy grin. His signature boyish charm displayed on my face.

"You're supposed to make me famous," I cried. The promise of his echoing in my head.

"And I will make you famous. There will be no gay man alive who wouldn't have seen take a couple dicks. I will make you a household name in the porn industry. I will wear out your hole and it so you can't pretend you're a straight virgin."

"Please, stop," I begged, uselessly. I watched as he pulled a beer out from a cooler. He twisted off the cap and chugged the bottle. Since he was in my body, he drank incessantly and ate passionately. He rarely maintained my exercise and I feared my fit body would slip away.

"Why should I? What's the point of working out when I can just get another teen like you desperate for fame? I'll know it's time to leave your body when I can't see my toes and I can't get a good fuck. You can have your body back when that happens." He said as he opened a second bottle of beer. He was already unbuckling his belt to relieve himself of the strain. I cried in the unfeeling void of his mind.

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fyeahnix · 3 months

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While the Enforcers who patrol Zaun are paid off and have been told to not bother the locals, the few of them who are brave enough venture into the Lanes to lounge around, sometimes while on duty. The most foolhardy of them will mosey into Babette's brothel for a session.

The workers hate them. But money is money.

Every blue moon some too-green Enforcer will try to press their luck on getting away with mistreating the workers or attempting (sometimes succeeding) to leave without paying. The workers will, of course, complain to Babette about it. The girls, especially, will complain to Sevika.

Most Enforcers know to never get complaints brought up to Sevika, lest they jeopardize the deal Silco has in place with the sheriff.

"So, you're the pig I've been hearing about."

The enforcer whipped his head around to catch Sevika's pointed glare. He was young, dark-haired, and attempting in vain to grow facial hair. Not too unattractive for anyone else seemingly under the age of 23. He reeked of alcohol and sweaty sex and Sevika scrunched her nose at that. The cigarette in his mouth clung on for dear life as he sputtered a response.

"Fuck did you say?"

He missed matching Sevika's height by two inches, but even with his chest puffed out, he severely lacked the muscle mass to back up the bass in his voice. A nonthreat. Probably a kid on his fourth patrol in the Undercity. Sevika had stumbled into enforcers like him before. All annoying little shitheels who thought they ran the place because of a shiny badge.

Sevika kept her composure and her arms—her weapons–hidden under her poncho. "I think you heard me loud and clear. Or did you forget where you were?"

He looked around at the glowing neon and smoke-filled air of Zaun's red-light district. Then sized Sevika up. A haughty smirk painted his chapped lips next.

"The backwoods, clearly. Don't know why anyone bothers coming here. Just a bunch of cheap whores and booze."

"And yet... You're a repeat customer."

The enforcer narrows his eyes. "Where'd you get that from?"

Sevika leaned in. "Got eyes and ears everywhere. Also heard you didn't bother paying for a service."

His lip twitched, only somewhat regaining his composure as he flicked his cigarette to the pavement. "Well. Service wasn't satisfactory."

Sevika chuckled. "That so?"

The enforcer reached for his weapon when she moved. "You touch me, and I'll have an entire squad on your ass. Back. Up."

The chuckle morphed into a full laugh. "I don't see any 'backup' around. Do you?"

Sure enough, he scanned his surroundings. No one around except the supposed "cheap whores" and peddlers at the end of the block, curious but keeping their noses out of their business.

"Your superiors must be hazin' you. What were they thinking, sending a little man like you around to do their patrolling for them?" He steeled his jaw as Sevika continued. "Let me tell you something.

"Ever seen a wolf? They're apex predators. Strong alone, sure, but even more deadly in a pack. There's power in numbers and that pack allows them to take down prey many times their own size. But what happens when a lone wolf encounters a farmer and his flock of sheep?

"It gets bold, brazen. Stupid. The sheep disappear one by one. And the wolf keeps showing up. That is... until the farmer gets a deterrent, a guard dog. But that wolf? It wants those sheep, because they should be easy prey, right? So, it brings more wolves, hoping the size of the pack will scare the dog away."

Sevika leaned in again.

"But no matter how many fuckin' wolves show up, that dog isn't backing down."

The enforcer's grip on his weapon intensified so much, his veins popped. He swallowed.

"If I see you down here again, I'll make sure you never make it back topside for your 'pack.' Now. Get the fuck outta here."

The junior enforcer gritted his teeth before he snarled and stomped away.

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Green eyes VS green badge | R. A. B.

Second chapter of "One way ticket" | Ch. 1

pair> regulus black x lestrange! reader | > mentions of james potter x reader | > james potter x lily evans

summary> the hate between y/n and regulus is hidden from anyone else, but maybe his actions combined with a heartbreak aren't the best outcome for y/n

word count> 2.7k

warnings> regulus being a jerk, again? reader being kind of a teacher's pet? mentions of discrimination based on blood purity; nothing else, in my opinion, feel free to tell me if i should add anything!

a/n> THIS WAS WRITTEN IN ONE GO, HOLY SHIT. I DID NOT PROOFREAD IT. thank u guys for all the support showed here<3 its crazy, honestly. the tag list is open for this series, so feel free to send me an ask or a comment of you want to be added! also, i have a thought and idk, i'd make this idea more detailed but on wattpad, and keep it a little shorter here, what do you think?

There were four simple rules that Y/N needed to follow since she could talk and understand what she was being told.

The first one was that she could never, ever in her whole life disobey her father – he was the only one who cared for her, for her future, for her dignity and he was the only one who wished to see her become a strong and powerful witch; that’s what he claimed, at least.

The second one was that she was not allowed to ever question the Dark Lord’s word – her father said that Tom Riddle, his old friend, was the one who told him to keep her, to raise her and protect her as a father should. In other words, she has a dad because a bald snake-looking man said she was worth the effort.

The third one, one with a great significance, was that she should not interact with Mudbloods more than necessary – which was, in her opinion, pretty confusing, given the fact that Voldemort himself was a Half-blood. But, she could not put that problem to a question because she would break rule number one and rule number two at the same time.

The last one was simple – don’t be a disappointment, don’t ruin the family’s image.

And that’s how she lived her life until her first year at Hogwarts. That’s when she started to disobey her dad by giving up on rule number three and talk to all her colleagues – nothing more than acquaintances, though, because the other Purebloods could mock her for doing so. She learned that everyone should be treated equally, no matter the blood that was running in their veins – they were all wizards, after all. That’s a reason she got close to James Potter last year, in her fourth one. The older boy was shocked to see a Slytherin act that politely towards a first-year Muggleborn Gryffindor and jokingly asked her if she was sick. He said she was not like the others. He said she was quite nice.

They had a few other accidental meetings in the hallway, and without realizing Y/N started to get nervous around him; her heart would beat faster when she’d hear his voice in the Great Hall and her cheeks would burn when she’d wake up from another dream about him – that was her first crush ever. While at the final party of the year, where only a few Slytherins were invited – it was hosted by the Marauders, after all – Y/N was kissed by James. The party was at the end, she wanted to leave and he offered to walk her back to the Dungeons. It was the best night of her life, she finally felt seen, heard, liked. Maybe it was because of their encounters, maybe because James could see behind her social mask or maybe it was simply because of all the firewhiskey and beer, but he kissed her. He really kissed her, right at the door of the Slytherin’s common room. He grabbed her waist, cupped her cheek and even groaned against her lips when she gathered the courage to put her hands in his dark curly hair. He smiled at her and wished her a great summer, and then walked off backwards, still watching her.

That’s why she was excited all summer to get back at Hogwarts. That’s why she was determined to learn more about Muggleborns, to change her life and morals. That’s why she started fighting her father when he’d open the topic of marriage – James was, of course, a Pureblood, as Cyrus wished for his only child, but he was also a blood traitor. She never told her dad about him, but she wouldn’t even once let him get the idea that she was willing to marry one of his friends’ sons. They were all pricks, and she was only thinking about James.

That’s why her heart broke on the train – he wouldn’t even look at her. That’s why now, a few days after, she still looks like the train hit her. That’s what she thought, at least, because everyone else complimented her new jewelry, her hair, her nail polish, every stupid and insignificant thing. Her eyes had dark circles under them, her skin felt strange and her appetite was nowhere to be found.

“Don’t you like the porridge?” asks Evan and points to her bowl.

His sister, Pandora, gets her head out of the tarot book and scoff in disapproval. “Could you mind your business, Evan?” She should be at the Ravenclaw table, but she really likes to spent time with them.

Y/N only smiles to them and pushes away the bowl. “You can have it, Evan, I’m not that hungry,” she winks in his direction and starts writing on her parchments again.

Because that’s what she does – that’s the only way not to look at the other side of the room, at the Gryffindor table. She studies over her Potions’ notes, her first class from that day. Professor Slughorn announced another meeting of the Slug Club and her new goal was to get invited, again. There are a few girls that get to be invited to those dinners, and Y/N was one of them but Horace liked to see new faces from now and then.

“You really want to go,” mutters Bruce Mulciber, looking at her with a bored expression. Edmund Avery hits his arm in a not-that-subtle manner and smiles at her widely.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are while studying, Y/N? So smart,” the boy says and winks in her direction.

“How disgusting,” Pandora whispers at their behavior. Y/N nods her head and smiles politely to Edmund, while wishing she could slam his head to the table until she’d see blood. But that would definitely against any existing rule – both Hogwarts’ and her father’s.

She gets up and starts gathering her belongings, taking a last sip from her tea cup. “I have to go, guys. Evan, I’ll see you in Potions, right?”

“Yeah, I have to wait for Regulus, though,” he informs her and grabs her porridge bowl, smiling thankful in her way.

Y/N laughs and grabs her parchments, drinking the remaining tea in her cup. While at it, a body slams into hers and the contact makes her to drop the tea on her notes, her white shirt and her shoes. And there’s silence.

“Sorry,” says in a blank tone no one else than Regulus Black. His uniform is perfect, his hair is put in place and he even got the chance to get away from Y/N before any drop could be on him. “I didn’t see you there.”

She wants to shout. She wants to scream at him, grab her wand and curse him. She wants him to be as embarrassed as she is now, wet and watched by the entire dining hall. But she can’t. She got her father’s temper but she learned from him how to handle it. She needs to handle it.

“Regulus,” she says in a happy tone, “Evan was waiting for you,” it’s the only thing that comes out of her mouth as she looks only at him. Not at her housemates, her friends, or even over her shoulder at the boy who froze there with his friends, who are laughing at her.

“Yeah, I know,” he mutters. “Let’s go, Rosier,” he demands in a now friendly voice. “Horace is waiting in the classroom; he probably wants to talk about the Slug Club.”

That’s when Y/N forgets about everything and in the silence of her mind there is only Regulus’ voice. He probably wants to talk about the Slug Club. Still with a smile on her face, she gets her robes from the bench, wave goodbye to her friends and starts walking away. She cannot resists the temptation and looks at the Gryffindor table. He’s there, with Sirius on his left, laughing with his friends. After she leaves the Great Hall there’s a feeling of pressure on her whole body. Was he laughing of her? He could never, right? She was quite nice, after all.

Before entering the Potions class, she stood there for a few minutes, calming down. Now she’s putting on her dark robes, the silver snake shining on the green badge. As she’s buttoning it up, the steps of her colleagues echo through the dark corridor.

“There you are, Y/N,” sights Evan. He’s followed by Barty Crouch Jr and Regulus, who watches her like she’s sick with a blood curse. “You went ahead without looking back.”

“Oh, yeah, I got to make sure my robes cover the whole…” she looks only for a second at Regulus, “tea accident.” She says it while chuckling, like it was just a silly little accident which could happen to anyone. But not anyone would get away clean like he did after that kind of an accident.

“And yet you look worse than before,” Regulus speaks and his eyes points at her now clearly stained shirt. “Let’s go, boys, I’m sure Y/N knows how to dress herself,” he scoffs and smiles to her.

The other two boys follow him along and she sits there, blood boiling in her veins. Her anger is born because of two persons – her father, because he’d kill her if she was arguing with another Pureblood in public, especially Orion Black’s son, and Regulus Black, for being such and arse.

Horace Slughorn, however, didn’t seem to be that preoccupied by her entrance. He greeted her and went on with his lesson and for Merlin knows what time she finds herself thinking about Regulus, and how she’d strangle him with the tie around his neck if given the opportunity. Regulus has that power, to awake something in her that only wants to hurt him, to make him suffer and get out those cold eyes – maybe she could make a pair of earrings out of them. He was right besides her, sitting with Evan while she tried to ignore Barty’s jokes about their professor. Sometimes, she wishes so much to be away from them – she feels suffocated to be near them at school and also at home, when her father would take her with him at different events, but there’s no way that she could cross his word. You will act nice towards any pureblood kid, they are the only ones that deserve it – they are you only equals.

“That’s all for today, my dear students,” announces Slughorn and claps his hands together. “You have to write an essay about today’s lesson, in order for me to see that everything was very clear.”

She puts away her quill and ink and starts rolling the parchments that she took notes on. Barty plays drums in the wood of the table and Evan hits him behind his head with his notes. The two of them laugh and she can’t help but her Regulus’ scoff at their silly action.

“Oh, Mister Black, Miss Lestrange, could you stay for a little? I have something to tell you,” Slughorn says happily and goes over to his desk at the front of class.

“Yes, professor,” they both say and get up. They both also look at each other, eyes burning with annoyance.

“We’ll see you outside, ok?” asks Evan.

“Go on, don’t wait,” is the only answer he receives from Regulus before he goes first to Slughorn, Y/N right after him.

“Oh, my two favorite students!” the professor says as they remain alone in the classroom. “I hope the first days where excellent, kids.”

“Of course, sir,” Y/N smiles and Slughorn can’t help but lays his eyes a little longer on her, on her clothes. She was the only one that wore the robes during class.

“How are your parents, hm?” His question sits uneasy on them both. Y/N does not look at Regulus, Regulus does not look at Y/N – they both hope the other one will talk first.

And because she remembers her father’s words, she opens her mouth. “My father sends his greetings, sir. He got me a new potions book that I’ve read over the summer,” she says and accepts happily the proud nod from her professor.

“Very good, I’m pleased to hear that the vacation didn’t stop your liking for studying,” he laughs in a soft manner. “Right, Regulus? Miss Lestrange here sure is a great housemate, keeping our pride safe,” now is the Horace Slughorn, Head of Slytherin, that’s talking.

She sees with the corner of her eye that his body tenses. “Of course, professor,” he forces himself to say.

“Right,” Horace claps his hands together again, excited. “You two are the brightest students in my house, that’s the reason I’m sure you two will be also the brightest Prefects that Hogwarts has and will ever see!” He hands them the green badges, the word PREFECT being written on it with silver letters. “I’m sure you’ll make me very proud, children,” he says.

“You can be sure of it, sir. We’ll do our best,” Y/N smiles and looks at the metal badge from between her fingers.

“That’s all,” the professor says. “Come on, go to your business, I have another class now.”

She bites her tongue and smiles polite at him, before turning around.

“What about the Slug Club, sir?”

Regulus Black was not the most talkative person Y/N knew, but he sure was stubborn.

“Oh, Merlin, I nearly forgot! Of course, Mister Black, you and Miss Lestrange are more than welcome, I thought that’s already settled,” he said and smiled at them – Horace Slughorn wanted to make sure that the kids of two important families in the Wizarding World liked him as a teacher.

As soon as they leave the class, Regulus scoffs, the sound echoing in the corridor. “Maybe you’ll learn how to dress now that I’m forced to spend even more time with you.”

His voice is mocking, rude and teasing. Now that they’re alone, they can finally act how they really wish to. Y/N grabs the wand from her robes’ pocket and points it at Regulus, who’s now pressed against the stone wall and grins at her.

“If you ever try to outsmart me again, Black, I swear I’m gonna Crucio you,” she spats the words in his face and only for a second Regulus’ face drops, his eyes looking at the tip of the wand before returning at her face.

“Only if you’d be capable of doing something like that, you pathetic try of a witch,” he says and grabs her wand, pushing it away from his face.

“You really have a death wish?” she asks annoyed by his eyes that watch her with superiority, his curved lips that laugh at her.

“Careful, Y/N, you wouldn’t want you-know-who to find out what a brave and cruel witch you are, right? He may like it,” he laughs and walks away from her, leaving her alone at the door of the Potions’ class.

For a moment, she’s alone. And there’s silence. She looks at the green badge in her hand and exhales all the air in her lungs. And then, there’s laughter. And there’re steps which walk in her direction, and she wants to leave but she freezes pressed against the wall, right where Regulus was only a moment ago.

James Potter is walking beside a ginger girl; tall and beautiful and dressed in a red uniform, matching his. He makes her laugh as she’s playfully hitting his arm, telling him to stop. Y/N just stays there, and James doesn’t even seem to notice her. But the girl does – Y/N recognizes her as Lily Evans, the Muggleborn girl in James’ year. Lily’s green eyes watch Y/N as she sits there, badge in her hand, and the older witch smiles at her. She ignores James for a moment, giving Y/N a thumbs-up before pointing to her red badge, which had written HEADGIRL on it.

As they enter the room, Y/N starts walking away. She feels sad, maybe, heartbroken, even. She’s not sure. But she’s sure that she’s furious, angry, mad. Her father was right. Mudbloods and blood traitors deserve nothing.

And that’s only because James Potter picked the green eyes over the green badge.

#slytherin #angst #hogwarts #smut #regulus black #regulus x reader #slytherin reader #the black family #x reader #one way ticket #lestrange reader #james potter x reader #james potter x lily evans #the marauders #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin

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selfishlove-tf · 1 year

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5th Annual TF Story Exchange - for Jockifyme

G’day :) I wanted to challenge myself so I entered the TF Story Exchange to force myself to write something. The author I got for the exchange was @jockifyme so please enjoy. I hope I met your requirements @jockifyme .

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I’m an accountant and sometimes we audit High Schools. We make sure that the donations or funds received go places they should be going to, we check payroll and budget; we call it “cash stuff” in the office because “expenses” and “finances” start confusing our smaller-minded Gen Z workers.

From that “defame our younger generation” comment alone, you should be able to tell that I am older – not too much but I feel myself reaching the other end of my thirties really quickly. Luckily, the stresses of older age haven’t touched me too much; I have my curly brown hair, though it is fading in colour just like my eyes which used to be emerald, now swamp. Got my height from my mum, she was six-three and she gave me my current six-one. Got my metabolism (or lack thereof) from my dad whose genes garunteed no weight would be gained – I was skinny, a measly one-forty pounds.

The lights in the schools office behind reception showed my touch-of-sunburn off more than I wanted to, my skin naturally pale like a ghost flared up with areas of red where I misapplied my sunscreen. I, however, didn’t feel the burn so the sun must’ve been somewhat lacklustre that day. Sunburn was the last thing on my mind anyway. Numbers, numbers, numbers. I enjoyed the numbers and I did well in maths back when I was in school some blah blah blah years ago – I’d rather not say how long – and was in the top ten of students in my school who graded highly during the final exams before graduation. The only part I hated was listening to the administration guy who lightly flirted with the teachers as they walked by. They couldn’t see it but the “that dress fits nice on you” and “did you forget your glasses because those eyes are shining today” commends he has said in the past ten minutes were dangerously close to the line of being fired should someone actually pay attention to him.

I continued my counts and record-checking and, soon enough, the admin guy was talking to me about football. I never got into that kind of thing, my focus was more on work and work and work. I didn’t need to watch a bunch of men running into each other, the idea was stupid to me. Yet, despite my disinterest in the topic, the admin guy continued to drone on about it.

I looked at my watch; I had only been here for an hour. All the kids were in their classes so, gladly, I decided to quickly take a break and get a drink. Stupidly, I forgot my water bottle and I didn’t want to deal with more dead conversation from the admin guy and, as I recalled, I remembered there being a bubbler/water fountains near the building facing the oval. With a quick “I’ll be back” to the admin guy, and a swift exit, I was out the door and headed towards the oval, a quick hello and hi to some teachers passing or students that were supposed to be in class. Reaching the bubbler, there was footsteps nearby and voices loudly talking. I leaned down, pulled the lever and started drinking, footsteps getting closer. The closer it got, the more I heard the topic of conversation.

‘I don’t know what we’re gonna do, man,’ one started. ‘Tyler’s out for the game tonight and we got no backup since Harry left.’

‘Cool it, Reid!’ another cut the first off. ‘We’ll find someone or deal with a short team no matter what coach says.’

‘Yeah, but where are we gonna find something so short notice, Jay?’ A third asked. I had become invested in the conversation that I didn’t realise that they were now walking behind me as I was still drinking from the bubbler until they stopped.

‘How about you?’ Jay asked.

It took me a minute to realise he was talking to me. I stopped drinking and turned around and was greeted by four teens in football gear. ‘You talking to me?’

‘We are looking at you,’ pointed the fourth.

‘Smart kid, though I don’t go here clearly.’ I gestured to my whole figure, hoping they weren’t dumb enough to think I was any younger than thirty-five.

‘Not a problem with us.’ Jay, who I assumed was the leader, stepped forward. ‘I’m Jay, and these are my bros Reid, Mikey and Kyle.’ He gestured to his friends as if I was interested in knowing them. Jay was short, wide and brunette; Reid was tall, thin and blonde; Mikey was tall, tan and built; Kyle was the shortest, brunette and athletic. The group did seem like the perfect popular boys of school, they just lacked more arrogance.

‘How would you expect to fix that?’ I questioned. ‘Compared to you guys, I’m weathered. Y’all haven’t even touched hard work yet.’ That comment seemed to irritate Reid, subtly puffing his chest up.

‘Hard work? Football is full time!’ Reid arched up.

‘Reid, not another word,’ Jay snapped. ‘You’ll only scare him away, and we’re already about to get scary.’

‘Oh, I’m shaking.’ I teased before rolling my eyes and started walking back to the office.

‘Take him,’ I heard Jay mutter.

Soon, three pairs of hands were on me and started to pull at me, dragging me in the opposite direction. I started shouting to let me go and, for a moment I thought why it was suddenly so quiet at the school; no students or teachers were walking by and no one seemed to look out the windows at the commotion I was causing. No matter how much I shouted and wriggled, the guys’ strong hands had firm grips. I looked behind me to where they were dragging me and found that they were taking me to the locker rooms. They barged in, pushed me to the bench and sat me down, Reid and Kyle holding me down while Mikey went off to grab something.

‘We’re gonna make sure you’re ready for the game tonight,’ Jay said matter-of-factly.

Mikey returned with football gear which I began to question myself about how stupid they really are. Jay motioned to Reid and Kyle as Mikey came to stand behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. Without warning, Reid and Kyle started to pull at my clothes, tearing my button up off and yanking my shoes off before pulling off my pinstripes. I tried to fight back with all of my strength but Mikey was stronger than he looks, making sure to hold me in place during the process. At the end of it, I was left in my briefs.

‘Let me go you freaks!’ I shouted. ‘I don’t know what you plan on doing but it needs to end now!’

Jay motioned to the football uniform and gear and Kyle and Reid moved almost immediately. Reid began with what looked like compression shorts, sliding them up my legs until they were on properly. I felt immediate embarrassment being dressed as if I couldn’t do it myself. When the compression shorts snapped into place, my legs felt like they were burning although bearable. No sooner did my legs start burning that Kyle had put on long socks and oversized football boots, and the burning spread down until it reached my feet. My whole lower half was on fire and, sure enough, when I looked down, I saw why. My thighs started to plump up, calves sharpening and I felt my toes touch the end of the boot. Soon as that began, Reid grabbed a compression singlet and slid it over my head and over my torso, Kyle soon following with the shoulder pads.

I was panicked, my whole body starting to feel like I’d worked out for hours, and my body was catching up. My torso bulked up, a bit of muscle showing as my chest puffed up and my biceps blew up. My flexed forearms had a roadmap of veins as my increasingly meaty hands gripped firmly on the bench. I was beginning to tire myself out through all the strain and flexing I was doing due to the pain of the growth. At some point, Jay told Mikey to let me go because he knew I wasn’t going anywhere, not that I could because of the amount of pain I was in.

Soon enough, as it had started to die down, I looked over myself while out of breath and saw how toned I got. I was in shock; something completely impossible just happened. When I looked up to the group, there was glee in their eyes, but mine saw red. I had no energy to do anything, though, exhausted from the growth.

‘What the fuck did you do?’ I gasped between breaths.

‘It’s not over,’ Jay said. ‘Look at me.’

He grabbed my chin and lifted my face to look at him directly in the eyes. He smiled before swiping some black paint onto my cheeks, and then he let go of my chin and stepped back. There was a brief moment where nothing happened, but it hit seconds later. I gripped my head and squeezed my eyes shut as images flashed across my vision of school, football, training, hanging out with the bros. Bros? No, I was an adult. I was here for an audit. No, that doesn’t sound right? I was on the oval with my bros talking about the game. No! The admin guy, we were talking about football while I was doing work… work? No, I was skipping class. My brain went back and forth and soon enough, the school-kid persona was taking over. All the games my bros and I played, the games we won and the after-parties we went to. My body, face, and mind were all getting younger. My hair turned a darker brown, keeping the curls, and my eyes had regained their shining emerald green. My sunburn cleared up and my skin looked tanned from spending weeks in the sun. Although keeping the muscle on, my body shrank a little and smoothed out. After all of a few minutes, my head cleared and my body no longer felt like it was burning. I felt completely painless, in fact, I had a lot of energy.

‘You good, Jack?’ asked Reid.

I looked up at the group, a brief pause before nodding my head. ‘Still mad Tyler can’t make it.’

‘Well, we gotchu at least,’ Mikey pointed out. ‘We’ll sure win tonight.’

‘We always win, bros!’

‘That’s the spirit!’ Jay cheered. ‘Now let’s get practicing! Don’t forget your jersey, Jack.’

I looked down at the bench where my jersey was. I grabbed it and slipped it on, unknowingly sealing the transformation. ‘Do we gotta wear the shoulder pads during training?’ I complained.

‘Shut up and get out there!’

#age regression #getting younger #jock tf

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geekywritings · 1 year

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Drunken revelations

And another anonymous request finished because I was inspired :D If you have promts, quotes or something for Cal x reader shorts, send them over :D

Request: “Cal Kestis x drunk reader??? Fluffy and comfort maybe he finds out about something from her past cause she’s drunk and doesn’t register she’s saying it?”

I think I might have gone a little dramatic here, but fluff is always included ;)

________You didn’t often consume alcohol. And it showed.

You were sitting in Pyloon‘s Saloon with Bode, waiting for Cal to return from a little security round he liked to make around the place before the end of the day. The last thing you needed was the Empire finding your safe haven. Or more Bedlam Raiders causing trouble. Sometimes, you would accompany the Jedi on his patrols, but this evening you had helped out Greeze in the kitchen before being invited to join your other companion.

Bode was nice and always had exciting stories to tell. This evening, however, he was pensive and in clear need of someone to lend him an ear. He had spoken a lot about Kata, his daughter, revealing how much he missed her and how he regretted not being able to spend more time with her. This fatherly side was what warmed you to the man, as not many were as engaged as him.

During his little monologue, he had kept ordering drinks for the two of you, and out of solidarity, you had downed one glass after another with him. At first, you hadn’t felt anything, but after the third round, your head started to grow fuzzy.

Cal returned after the fourth, his face betraying a mixture of surprise, amusement and a little worry. He had never seen you in such a state.

“Cal… You’re back.”, you spoke, noticing that the control over your voice was slipping. “Was it fun?”

“Fun?”, he asked with a chuckle. “No. But at least it’s quiet.” He took a seat next to you, ordering something for himself as he joined your conversation for a while. Eventually, Bode said his goodbyes, wanting to record another story for Kata.

“He is such a good dad.”, you said, as the two of you watched the dark-haired man disappear through the door. Cal was about to agree when you tacked on a remark that had him raise his brows instead. “I am jealous of Kata.”

You were staring into your half-empty glass now, a longing expression on your face.

Cal cocked his head toward you, trying to get you to look at him and explain. Although the two of you had been dating for a few weeks now, after a rather surprising confession on the battlefield when you thought you were about to die, he knew nothing about your past. For good reason.

But you couldn’t keep it hidden forever either… and the alcohol was clearly loosening your tongue.

“I wish my dad had cared that much.”, you spoke, your eyes finally meeting Cal’s. A hand on your shoulder invited you to continue.

“He was too busy with his career. He had big plans… My mother and I… we just had to wait. Day after day after day. For a visit. For a message even. Sometimes we heard nothing for weeks until suddenly we were called to attend some event with him. He paraded us around and then forgot we existed again for weeks.” You were bitter and it showed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”, Cal spoke softly, trying to be encouraging without knowing what to say. He couldn’t relate. He didn’t even know his parents.

“He did get his wish… he got that promotion… that position he had lusted after. And it made me hate him even more.”, you took another sip, even though you clearly had more than enough already. Cal knew that too and subtly pulled the glass away from you once you had placed it back down.

“You should hate me…”

The sudden change of topic startled the Jedi and he found himself blinking in surprise before scooting closer. A finger under your chin brought your face back in line with his after you had turned away. “Do you know what you are saying, Y/N?”

“I do… You should hate me. For who I am. For who my father is.”

“You are drunk. I’m taking you to bed.”, Cal decided, sliding from the bar stool, ready to pick you up, but your following words had him stalling for a moment.

“Tarkin… My real name is Y/N Tarkin.”

Cal’s hands stopped inches from you, as he just stared. He knew that name. The man was part of the top command chain of the Empire after all. Responsible for endless suffering across the Galaxy. And you were supposed to be his daughter? How?

He had met you as part of the rebellion. You were fighting the Empire with as much ferocity as he was.

“That’s not who you are as a person, though.”, he started slowly, allowing his initial feelings to settle.

“How do you know?”

“Because I see you, Y/N. I see what you do to fight him. I see how much you care about the people. I see how much you love me, even though we should be enemies if you truly were his daughter through and through.”

How could he say these things so easily? How could he trust you so much?

Because he loved you, your muddied brain slurred.

“You know what Merrin taught me? Where you come from doesn’t have to define you. You choose your own path in life… and you have clearly chosen yours.”

Tears were brimming in your eyes and you tried to move in for an embrace… just to almost lose your balance on the bar stool and hug the floor instead. Cal’s arms caught you just in time.

“I think I’m drunk…”, you whispered and despite the heavy topic a few seconds ago, Cal couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

“You very much are.”, he agreed. “Come, I’ll bring you to bed.”

“Your bed?”

“Ours.”And with that he hooked one arm under your knees and the other around your shoulders, picking you up with ease.

“I like that…”, you mumbled, head resting against his chest as he carried you downstairs to the room Greeze had prepared for him. The room he now shared with you.

“What do you mean?”

“This… All of this… You.”

He gave you a gentle smile, before leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Any other dark secrets you want to get off your chest?”, he asked, finally placing you down on the bed.

“Just one…”

Your eyes were feeling so heavy all of a sudden, the softness of the bed beckoning you to sleep.

“If I ever have kids… I want you to be their dad…” And with that revelation you drifted off, leaving Cal dumbfounded yet absolutely happy.

#cal kestis #cal kestis x yn #cal kestis x you #cal kestis x reader #jedi survivor

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smoll-tangerine · 1 year

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ten reasons why i hate you: reason #6

SYNOPSIS. while you admittedly didn’t refuse the arranged marriage between you and jung jaehyun, that didn’t mean that you’d allow him to treat you like a doormat. for the emotional distress he had put you through during the months leading up to your engagement party, you ensure that he will pay for the way he had been treating you for the rest of his life.

PAIRING. rich boy!jaehyun x rich girl!reader GENRES. romance, angst, drama, rich kid!au CHAPTER WORD COUNT. 1434

WARNINGS. none.

DISCLAIMER. this is a work of fiction based on fictional events and characters. it is unrelated to any real people, organisations, locations, and events. the laws, and legal and medical interpretations in this work have also been modified for storytelling purposes.

TAGLIST. @crescent-iak @moonchele @ahtisa02 @ghostfacefricker6969 @jaehyunnie77 @jungish @anya-writes-stuff @hey-won @ishireads @xxxx-23nct @peachibevuti @shepeelsoranges (bolded = unable to tag)

[a/n]: hello, everyone!! this was supposed to be posted in january, but i didn’t have the time. today’s also my birthday, so here’s a gift to you all to celebrate it hehe!! i already have the rest of the story mapped out (in my head), so if everything goes well, i should be back to my usual weekly updates, but no promises! hope you’ll enjoy this chapter♡

← REASON #5 || MASTERLIST || REASON #7 →

REASON #6

He’s good with kids.

You tried not to show your emotions (or your thoughts, really) on your face as you watched Jaehyun play with the kids from the orphanage.

You were done giving a quick check-up to the children, so you and Jaehyun decided to play with them before you leave. You quickly ran out of energy so you decided to take a seat on the stairs of the orphanage’s building, while Jaehyun was playing what seemed to be a round of tag with the children.

“That’s not the same man you’ve brought over last time.”

Startled, you looked up and saw the director of the orphanage smiling down at you with a knowing look.

It annoyed you the slightest when she asked the same question as Ernesto.

Was this a sign to stop bringing men to your favourite places, in general? They seem to always come back to bite you in the ass.

“The children seem to be doing well.”

“Avoiding my question, are we?” she replied with a mocking chuckle. “And yes, the children are doing fine. Thanks to you and Doyoung.”

“That wasn’t a question that you asked, but rather a statement, wasn’t it?”

You were surprised to hear from the director that Doyoung was still a donor. After all, this was something you two started when you were still dating. A part of you didn’t expect him to continue this tradition of yours.

“Doyoung visited a couple of months ago to check up on the kids,” the director continue. “He never mentioned that you two broke up.” She then glanced at the ring that adorned the fourth finger of your left hand. “Or that you were getting married to someone that was not him.”

You took a look at your ring before folding your arms, suddenly uncomfortable that she had seen your ring, for some odd reason. “Well, he never mentioned to me that he visited you guys.”

There was a small moment of silence that ensued following your small exchange. The children’s laughter echoed throughout the whole square, mixed in were screams of delight as your now-husband captured them in his arms.

Jaehyun’s deep laughter was one that clearly displayed his joy.

But it was also one that you, admittedly, never heard much before until today.

“Are you happy?”

You remained silent as you knew that whatever answer you would give her, the director would able to notice your lie.

“I don’t know.”

But regardless of what she thought, you also didn’t want to lie to yourself.

“Will you be happy?”

“I don’t know.”

Her brows furrowed in slight worry.

“Then, what are you going to do?”

You took a deep breath and exhaled sharply through your nose.

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know what I expected, but what we did today was not what I expected.”

You glanced up from the medical article that you were reading, while Jaehyun emerged from the bathroom. He ruffled his wet hair and took a seat at the corner of the bed. Not close that he would be infringing upon your private space, but close enough that it did make you raise your eyebrows at his proximity.

You were too jet-lagged yesterday night to realise what happened.

But... you shared a bed with Jaehyun?

And you were about to do the same for the rest of your honeymoon?

“So, what’s the story?” he asked you with a shy smile. “Behind the orphanage? You seemed close with the director and the children. That kind of relationship must have been–”

“You don’t have to do this, you know?”

He seemed taken aback with your question. “W-what do you mean?”

You set your iPad aside and motioned the empty space between the two of you. “Pretend that you like me just because you suddenly found out that I’m actually a nice person or something.”

He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. His ears turned slightly red in what you assumed to be embarrassment. “I-it wasn’t something sudden. And also, I am genuinely curious. What’s the backstory? Don’t tell me you’re using the orphanage as a front to avoid paying taxes.”

You made a face, unimpressed. You then looked away, trying not to show any annoyance on your face and said with a resigning sigh, “My best friend came from that orphanage.” You paused, unsure as for why would you even tell Jaehyun this story. “She passed away a couple of years ago. Right after we finished our residency.”

“...How did you two meet?”

“We met in med school.” The answer came to you easily. “Doyoung introduced us and well, the rest is history.”

You knew the look in Jaehyun’s eyes, which was a mixture of sadness and pity and conflict. He looked liked he wanted to give you a hug but at the same time, he also seemed like he wanted to ask you another question. You could probably guess that he probably wanted to know how she passed away.

But that wasn’t something you could easily share with him.

“Doyoung and I donate to the orphanage in her honour.” You tried to change the subject. “I try to visit once or twice a year to give them a small check-up. Doyoung does it too, apparently.”

Jaehyun’s jaw slightly clenched at your words. There was some sort of tightness to his face that immediately melted away when he noticed the inquisitive look you were giving him as he fell silent.

“You and Doyoung must be close, huh.”

That statement made you pause a little.

“Was that meant to be a question?”

“No, just... you two seem to be close even though you two are exes.”

You felt irritated by his words, for some odd reason. Who was he to talk about your relationships when he wasn’t even in a position to do so in the first place?

“Are– Are you trying to imply something?” you asked with a scoff. “Because if we were to imply anything, I think you’re the one we should be concerned here. Because I wasn’t the one who was—still is—in a relationship when we got married.”

The cat was out of the bag as you finally revealed your thoughts. You never voiced out your displeasure at the fact that Jaehyun was still seeing Chaeyoung behind your back due to the fact that you felt guilty at the beginning, for dragging him into this arranged marriage, but wasn’t cutting things off the least he could do if he actually respected you?

But your pride, out of all things, actually prevented you from doing so.

No matter your thoughts about the subject matter, you would never ask Jaehyun to cut his relationship with his girlfriend.

Because to do so meant that you were admitting your feelings for him. And that was something that could never happen.

“I’ll break things off with her,” Jaehyun blurted out of nowhere. “With Chaeyoung. I’ll break things off with her the second we’re back in Seoul.”

You forced yourself to remain impassive. The most you allowed was just a slight widening of your eyes, followed by an obnoxiously loud chortle.

“Yeah, okay, I didn’t think you were someone with a sense of humour.”

“I will!” he retorted. “What, you think I won’t?”

You rolled your eyes. “What’s the catch?”

“Huh?” Jaehyun replied dumbly. “What do you mean?”

“Jaehyun, I’m not stupid,” you said with a sarcastic laugh. “Why on Earth would you break things off with your long-term girlfriend? Not to mention, everything we put each other through because of your relationship with her? So yeah, what’s the catch?”

Was it so wrong of you to be cynical?

For wanting to protect your feelings?

“Give me some time.”

There it was.

The catch.

“Give me a year– No, five months. Give me five months to get over Chaeyoung. After five months, I’ll be a devoted husband to you and to you only. I promise that I’ll make this marriage work.”

You couldn’t believe you were this close to fall for his sweet words. But wasn’t this a reasonable request? After all, he had to break up with someone he was in love with.

But you couldn’t help but still be hurt by his words. Because he didn’t say that he was going to try and love you. He was doing this because he was married to you. Because he pitied you. Not because he was developing feelings for you.

“I’m sensing a but.”

Jaehyun nodded and took a deep breath.

“Cut all ties with Kim Doyoung.”

Ah.

There it was.

The real catch.

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#neowritingsnet #cznnet #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun romance #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun scenarios #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 scenarios #w: ten reasons why i hate you #nini.queue

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call-me-maggie13 · 8 months

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"Are you sure it’s okay I’m here?" Ava straightens her sweater for the fourth time, picking nonexistent lint from it.

"Ava, of course I’m certain. Do you need a minute?" Beatrice slowly unbuckles Diana from her car seat, easing her out of it gently so she doesn’t wake her. Once she has Diana in her arms, Ava reaches into the backseat for her winter jacket and guides the sleeping girl’s arms through it. They both freeze when she shifts, holding their breath until she settles.

Diana hasn’t been sleeping, sleep regression, her pediatrician had called it. It’s normal, she had assured them.

Nothing about this felt normal.

"No. No, I’m alright." Ava bounces on her toes, shakes her arms out. "Unless, do you need a minute? Are you good, Bea?"

"Ava," Beatrice laughs, facing her. "We can take a few minutes before we go in. Do you want to take some deep breaths with me?"

"I’m not a toddler, Beatrice. I don’t need deep breaths." Ava rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

"Alright. Let’s go."

"Maybe - maybe we should wait a minute. Just because like, what if they’re doing something? Or - or - or - like, what if they aren’t here? Are you sure they’re here, Bea? Maybe we should wait to see."

"Ava. Breathe. You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to. We can leave, if you’d prefer." Beatrice tucks Ava’s hair behind her ear.

"No, I want to stay, it’s just - " Ava sighs, kicks at the snow in the driveway. "What if they don’t like me?"

"Darling."

"No. They’re - they are your parents, Bea. Like, them not liking me would be a really big thing. If they don’t like me - "

"It doesn’t matter if they don’t like you, because I like you." She holds her arm out for Ava, kissing the top of her head. Beatrice has never brought anyone home before.

She’s never had anyone to bring home.

Not like this. Not anyone this important to her.

It’s terrifying.

Martha is watching from the window beside the door, Beatrice has caught her twice already. She’s going to pretend she wasn’t when they get to the door, probably pretend to come running down the hall like she was in another room.

"Are you ready?" Ava nods but Beatrice doesn’t let her go, not yet. She needs another moment. Another moment of just them. Before the beautiful chaos of the Masters’ household. Before the craziness that comes with the holidays.

She loves Shannon’s parents. She loves that she became a part of their family. But she’s not afraid to admit they can be a little much.

"Okay. Let’s do this."

"Should we get the bags or…" Beatrice shakes her head, taking Ava’s hand and leading her up the front stoop. Ava knocks and squeezes Beatrice’s hand in hers.

Martha takes a moment to answer the door, despite Beatrice knowing she’s holding the handle on the other side. She counts to ten before Martha swings the door open.

"Beatrice!" She cheers and Diana flinches at the sudden outburst. Ava and Beatrice shush Martha at the same time.

"If you wake her, you have to deal with her," Beatrice threatens. At least, she tries to. It’s hard to seem threatening when she’s whispering. "Martha, this is Ava. Ava, this is my - this is Martha."

They shake hands and exchange pleasantries before Beatrice asks if they can come in.

"Oh yes, right, of course. Come on in. Rich will get your bags in a moment, he’s wrapping the last of his gifts in the den. You know him, always waits until the last second to do anything. You must be cold, could I get you a tea? Hot chocolate? Coffee? Anything?"

"No, thank you, Martha. Unless," Beatrice turns to Ava. "Do you want something?"

"I’m good. Thanks."

"Right, well. You three will be in your bedroom, Beatrice - "

"What? What about the guest room?"

"Turned one into a home gym and the other into Rich’s main office, he tries to work mostly from home these days. He’s getting older, you know."

"Heard that." Rich joins them in the foyer. "Beatrice, welcome home. You must be Ava, yes? And I’m going to assume the little lump in your arms is baby Diana?"

"Beatrice, why don’t you show Ava around and Rich will get your bags, yeah? Unless, are you tired? Do you need a moment?" Beatrice knows that look. Martha is plotting again.

"I think we should get settled first, if that’s alright?"

"Yes, of course. You know where everything is." Martha motions to the staircase and Beatrice starts up them, checking that Ava is following.

Her bedroom is just how she’d left it. Plain yellow walls with minimal decorations, bed centered on the far wall, curtains drawn in the windows. The pictures on her cork board carrying a thin layer of dust and curling about the edges.

"I can take the couch, if you’d prefer." They’ve shared a bed before, Beatrice isn’t certain why this time feels different, why the thought of sleeping beside Ava makes her stomach hurt. But it does. It feels… realer, almost. Like sharing a bed with Ava in her childhood bedroom is crossing some invisible line.

"Absolutely not, Bea. If anyone’s sleeping on a couch, it will be me."

"You’re not sleeping on the couch, Ava. You’re a guest." Beatrice rolls her eyes as she slowly shifts Diana to her bed, kissing her forehead before tucking the duvet around her shoulders.

"I - I think I’d sleep better with you here…" Ava admits, her voice barely a whisper. "I just - I don’t do new places well."

"Then I’ll stay. Yes?" Ava nods softly, Beatrice holds her arms out and Ava curls around her before Beatrice teases softly. "Was it as bad as you thought it would be?"

"They seem great. Martha is very eager."

"She always has been."

"And Rich. He’s - he’s good?"

"Very."

Ava hums, burying her nose in Beatrice’s neck. Beatrice kisses her temple and rubs a hand up her back.

"Do you want to take a nap?" Ava murmurs into Beatrice’s neck. Beatrice tries to suppress the shiver from Ava’s voice vibrating against her. She’s unsuccessful.

"I would, yes."

Neither of them moves. Beatrice tangles her hand into the hair at the base of Ava’s head and scratches her scalp softly, Ava scrunches the back of Beatrice’s parka in her fists.

Nothing exists in this moment. Nothing but their hearts beating against each other. Nothing but their bodies warming each other. Nothing but two souls mingling.

Beatrice isn’t sure when it happened, but Ava fell asleep. Standing up. Tangled in her arms. Ava fell asleep.

"Ava," Beatrice nudges her softly, trying to wake her. She earns a disgruntled whine. "Ava, wake up. You just have to get to the bed then you can go back to sleep."

Another whine.

"Ava, please."

"No," Ava whines and buries her face deeper in the crook of Beatrice’s neck. "Carry me?"

Beatrice sighs but nods, crouching slightly and leading Ava’s legs around her hips. She swallows, ignoring the heat burning in her stomach. It’s three steps, the journey from where they were to the edge of the bed that Beatrice settles Ava on.

It might as well have been three hundred.

Ava doesn’t let go when Beatrice tries to set her down, whining and squeezing tighter around her.

This is where Diana gets it from. Beatrice realizes. The thought makes her chest ache.

"Ava, just let me take off our shoes so we don’t get mud in the bed, please." Ava whines but pulls away just far enough to allow Beatrice to tug their shoes off before she turns into a koala again. "Okay, okay. Don’t wake Diana."

Ava hums and Beatrice struggles to maneuver them without bumping Diana. When she does, Ava crawls on top of her, legs slotting together laying completely on top of Beatrice. She presses a single warm kiss against Beatrice’s collarbone before she’s asleep again.

This is going to be a long week.

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"What do you mean you got rid of the air mattress?"

Martha looks up from the cookie dough she’s rolling out and sighs.

"It was old, Beatrice. We had no need for it. Can you pull down the cookie cutters?" Martha motions to the cabinet with her rolling pin before resuming her work.

"What’s the big deal about it anyways?" Shannon asks from her seat on the counter. She’s eating chocolate chips out of the bag, an action Beatrice finds both reprehensible and disconcerting.

"There’s just - Forget it. I’ll sleep on the couch."

"No, you will not. And sneak a peek at your stocking? Absolutely not." Martha shares a look with Shannon, who tosses a chocolate chip at Beatrice’s head.

"Then - I - ugh."

"You sound like Shannon when she was sixteen, remember that? Ugh. You don’t understand. Ugh ugh ugh." Martha mocks and Beatrice can’t help but laugh.

"I was not that bad!" Shannon throws a chocolate chip at both of them as she giggles too.

"Bad at what?" Ava’s rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she steps into the kitchen, Diana clinging to her leg.

"Hey," Beatrice greets quietly, lifting Diana when she raises her arms up. "Morning, sleepyhead."

"You didn’t wake me." Ava leans heavily into Beatrice’s side, dropping her head on her shoulder with a yawn.

"You needed the sleep." Beatrice murmurs into her hair. Ava hums and winds an arm around her waist.

"Nannon," Diana whispers in Beatrice’s arms, waving at her half heartedly.

"Did you have a good nap, Diana?" Shannon reaches to take her from Beatrice, but Diana shakes her head and clings to Beatrice tighter. "Do you wanna make cookies?"

Diana shakes her head again, and her bottom lip quivers.

"Hey, it’s okay. No one’s going to make you do anything, patinho." Beatrice bounces Diana on her hip, continuing once Diana has dropped her head against her shoulder and tucked her thumb into her mouth. "Sorry. She’s a slow starter, you have to give her time to wake up. We can try again later?"

"Yeah, absolutely. Why don’t you show them around?" Martha offers instead, motioning to the door with her rolling pin.

Beatrice leads them to the hallway, starting the tour. Ava stops at every picture and asks about each one. Graduation photos, birthday parties, beach trips, mountain hikes, school award ceremonies, piano recitals, aikido tournaments.

"What’s this one?"

It’s Shannon and Beatrice, fifteen and thirteen respectively. Beatrice is looking at the person behind the camera, smiling politely, completely oblivious to the blur of Shannon plummeting toward her from above. It was only Beatrice’s second vacation with them, to a resort town on a beach somewhere. Beatrice had spent the first half of the trip apologizing and trying to make herself invisible.

Shannon had spent the entire trip torturing her mercilessly.

"Bea, I will bite you if you don’t relax. Just pick something."

"I - I don’t want to choose wrong."

"It’s a restaurant, not a marriage. Just pick one. Close your eyes and point to one."

"What if I choose wrong? What if it’s awful?"

"Nothing can be worse than starving to death. For real, I’m about to eat you."

Beatrice did as she was told, squeezed her eyes shut and pointed to a random place on the pamphlet. Shannon read the name out and Beatrice opened her eyes.

"Good job, Speedy."

"I’m wearing Shannon’s top. She had threatened to behead me if she caught me in her clothes again. That was her unsuccessful attempt at my decapitation."

Ava hums, but she doesn’t follow when Beatrice tries to lead her into the den.

"Are you alright?" Beatrice bumps her softly.

"Yeah. I just - was it always like this?"

"How do you mean?"

"Fighting over clothes. Guerrilla attacks. Trips to beaches. Swim competitions and aikido tournaments and pillow fights. Fresh baked cookies and projectile chocolate chips. Was it always like that?"

Ava never had any of that. Nothing was ever hers to fight over in the orphanage. It was always first come, first serve. Nothing belonged to anyone, everything belonged to no one. There were no arguments because squabbles resulted in punishment, and everyone would rather have nothing than risk punishment.

"Not always. Shannon and I fought a lot. And we could be brutal. I remember one time, I’d worn her favorite jumper to school and stained it and she screamed at me and told me she wished I had never moved in with them. But she also snuck me out of the house for ice cream and she taught me how to drive long before Rich or Martha was willing to and she would always, always apologize and tell me I was the best sister she could ever ask for.

"She taught me how to be human, in a sense. Because humans aren’t perfect, which meant I didn’t have to be either."

~*~

Ava meanders through the hallway, taking in the pictures lining the walls. Beatrice on Shannon’s shoulders in a swimming pool, Beatrice standing on the edge of a cliff, Shannon doing a cartwheel, Rich holding Shannon up by the ankle as a toddler, Shannon pushing Beatrice into a pool, Beatrice on a bike holding the handlebars so tightly her knuckles are white, Shannon holding up a pale arm and a bright blue cast, Beatrice hanging upside down on monkey bars, Shannon lobbing a ball at an unsuspecting Beatrice’s head, Rich holding Beatrice above his head and grinning, a laughing Shannon pinning a grinning Beatrice to the ground, Beatrice tackling Shannon, Shannon dumping a cup of water on Beatrice’s head, Beatrice holding up a trifold board and a blue ribbon, Shannon holding a hairbrush to her mouth and dancing on a table while Beatrice bounces in the foreground.

She drifts silently from room to room, taking it all in. It isn’t until she finds Beatrice’s perfect script etched into a doorframe that she really comes to a stop. It’s a height chart. Shannon’s etchings start at age one and a half, climbing the doorframe all the way to age twenty-two, the handwriting switches from a careful script to an illegible scribble around age six, but Ava can’t be certain because she truly can’t read it.

Beatrice’s careful handwriting starts at age ten, stretching up the doorframe all the way to age twenty-three. Mary has two scratches on the chart, age seventeen and age twenty-four.

Ava traces the fading names under the pad of her thumb, reading each scratch carefully, pausing on the newest addition.

Diana, 28 months

"I hope you don’t mind." Martha nods to the mark. "She saw it yesterday and asked about it."

"It’s alright, I hope you didn’t feel like you had to."

"It’s the family height chart, Ava. I’ll take your measurement if you would like."

"Oh, no, that’s alright. I don’t want to impose." Ava is stopped halfway through the doorway by Martha’s response.

"You’re family, too. It would be incomplete without you."

If Martha notices the tears in Ava’s eyes while she takes her measurement, she doesn’t say anything.

~*~

"Shannon, don’t slouch."

"God, Mom. I’m not slouching."

"Fix your shoulders."

"Mom!" Everyone laughs when Shannon whines, Beatrice motioning for Shannon to straighten her back too.

"And your back. Just like Beatrice. You can do it."

"Just say she’s your favorite," Shannon mumbles but she’s smiling brightly when she sticks her tongue out at Beatrice.

"She’s about to be the only one in the will if you don’t fix your posture."

Shannon’s laugh bubbles out of her like a pot boiling over, slowly spreading across the room and pulling a reaction from everyone. She laughs so hard she spills her wine in her lap.

"What can I say, Shannon. I am the superior child." Beatrice sticks her tongue out like a child before dissolving into giggles. She’s curled around Ava, dragging one hand through Ava’s hair and holding a glass of wine in the other.

Shannon hurls a decorative pillow at her, missing spectacularly and slamming it into Ava’s shoulder.

"Girls!" Martha exclaims. Ava tenses. No family is this perfect. This is not real, of course not. This is when the ugly parts come out. "If your insist on throwing things, either go outside or put away the wine. This is a new rug and, if you’ll notice, it is very white and your wine is very red."

Shannon narrows her eyes at Beatrice, wiggling her eyebrows before shooting out of Mary’s arms and sprinting to the back door. Beatrice is right on her heels. Their wine glasses are slid haphazardly onto the kitchen island while they tug their boots and coats on, shrieking like children and shoving each other.

"Are you coming?" Beatrice pants as she leans over the bar. Ava checks behind her, there’s no one there. "Ava?"

"Oh. Do you want me to?" Mary smacks the back of Ava’s head lightly before pulling her to her feet.

"Of course she does, you idiot. Now put your coat on so you don’t get sick.

They tumble out the back door, down the slippery deck stairs and into the freshly laid snow. Shannon scoops the snow into her hand and packs it into a ball, sending it hurtling through the air at Beatrice, who squeals when it blasts apart on her back.

Beatrice sprints after her, tackling her to the ground and shoving a handful of snow down the front of Shannon’s coat. Mary lifts the giant ball of snow she’d been building and drops it over Beatrice’s head. They all shriek.

"Ava! Help!" Beatrice is being wrestled to the ground by Mary while Shannon packs a snowball and attempts to shove it under Beatrice’s coat. When Ava doesn’t respond, they all pause and turn to her. "Are you alright?"

Beatrice’s cheeks and nose are bright red and she has snow in her eyelashes and hair, her breath coming out in short clouds of smoke. She looks beautiful. She looks alive. She’s alight with something Ava’s never seen in her before.

"Yeah. I’ve just never played in snow before."

"Never? In your entire life?" Ava shakes her head.

"Not a single time ever?"

"She just said no, dumbass."

"Dumbass? You married me, what’s that say about you?" Shannon scoops snow up and slams it over Mary’s head. Beatrice slips from under them and joins Ava in watching them.

"Do you want to learn how to pack a snowball?" Ava nods and Beatrice squats and scoops up two handfuls of snow, offering one to Ava before walking her through it. "Now you just throw it like a baseball at Shannon’s head."

Ava sends the snow flying through the air and rupturing against Shannon’s back. Shannon spins around and shouts, making her own snowball and throwing it back. They chase each other until their lungs burn and their legs feel like jelly and their fingers are frozen.

"Mama?" Ava spins back to the deck where Diana is stood barefoot in her pajamas.

"Hey, baby," Ava pants as she runs to her. "Did we wake you?"

Behind her, Shannon tackles Mary and they roll in the snow. Diana shivers as she tries to watch them.

"I play?" Diana points to the pile that is Shannon and Mary, eyes wide and bright and eager.

"Let’s get you in some warmer clothes first, yeah?"

"Do you want help?" Beatrice skids to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, hair wild and wet and eyes shining.

"I think we can handle it, yeah, Di?"

"Dada go?"

"Let me help."

Twenty minutes later, Diana is bundled in an old pair of snow pants from when Shannon was a toddler, a winter coat on top of a pullover with the hood drawn up over her dinosaur beanie with matching gloves, two pairs of socks and warm snow boots.

"Think you put enough clothes on her? She’s practically a snowball herself." Mary teases while Diana climbs carefully down the deck stairs.

"I don’t want her to get sick," Ava explains quietly, a little defensive.

"Hey," Beatrice bumps their shoulders, "she’s taunting you, she doesn’t mean anything by it."

"I know, I just - maybe I should’ve made her wait until the morning. It’s really cold."

"The snow’s the same temperature regardless. She won’t remember if she gets sick from this, she’ll remember the time her mum let her stay up past bedtime to play in the snow."

Ava nods, Beatrice is right. But she will still feel so guilty if Diana gets sick from this.

"Are you coming?" Beatrice asks from the bottom of the steps.

"In a minute."

Beatrice nods before scooping Diana up and tossing her in the air, setting her back down and chasing after her. Diana screams and runs as fast as her tiny legs can carry her, absolutely delighted, even when she falls face first in the snow. Beatrice helps her up and wipes the snow from her face, talking to her quietly. Diana bounces as she responds and Beatrice helps her find a patch of untouched snow, guiding her carefully onto her back and doing a jumping-jack, cheering when Diana repeats the motion in the snow. Beatrice lifts her up and shows her the snow angel she just made and they both celebrate.

"No man, mama?" Diana yells across the backyard and Ava smiles and nods in response. Beatrice motions for her to join them, but Ava stays rooted where she is and watches Beatrice start the base and help Diana push it around to make it bigger.

The back door opens with a squeak and Martha steps onto the deck, coming to a stop beside Ava and watching Shannon chase Mary and Beatrice drop the middle of a snowman into place.

"Beatrice," Martha starts, only briefly glancing at Ava before continuing. "She’s good people, that one. She hasn’t always had it easy, I’m sure she’s told you. She’s had every reason to turn cold and hard, it would’ve made her life easier, that’s for sure. But she didn’t. She stayed warm and soft, she kept loving without asking for anything in return. That takes a lot of strength and, more importantly, courage."

"She’s so good with Diana. And Diana loves her. Sometimes more than me."

"As is the nature of children. They love and they grow, but babies always need their mothers."

"She’s not going to be a baby much longer." Martha frowns at Ava’s words but doesn’t take her eyes off Beatrice dropping the head of the snowman into place.

"She’ll always be your baby. Mine? They’re grew up and moved away and don’t come home nearly as much as I want them to, but they’re still my babies." Ava watches a single tear slide down Martha’s cheek. "And Beatrice? She might not be my blood, but she is my baby."

~*~

Diana is covered in icing. She’s even got it behind her ears. She has sprinkles in her hair and she keeps sneaking chocolate chips when she thinks no one is looking. But she is glowing, bright and lively while she explains her designs to Beatrice. She’s babbling, not even attempting to use real words, but Beatrice is nodding along and asking questions like it’s the most important thing in the world.

"You’re staring." Shannon swipes blue frosting across Ava’s cheek before returning to the cookie she’d been decorating, raising her voice a little and donning a feigned irritated tone. "God, Bea. Ava’s messier than the kid."

Beatrice looks up, eyes shining brighter than the night sky and smiles crookedly.

"Come ‘ere." She nods Ava to the sink where she wets a rag and wrings it out, steadying Ava’s face in her hand carefully and wiping the icing away so gently Ava briefly wonders if Beatrice thinks her skin is made of glass. Beatrice drops the rag into the sink when she’s satisfied, but her hand stays on Ava’s face, thumb tracing the apple of her cheek. Ava is certain she’s forgotten how to breathe.

"Alright, you two, save something for the honeymoon." A chocolate chip bounces off the back of Ava’s head. Beatrice grins and sticks her tongue out at Shannon, her hand falling away before finding Ava’s.

Is this what family is? Flying chocolate chips and snowball fights and names etched in a wall? Decorated cookies and Christmas movies and hot cocoa with extra marshmallows?

~*~

Diana loves Rich. Absolutely adores him. She follows him everywhere and has to do everything he does. If Rich is eating a cookie and watching the hockey game, Diana is right beside him doing the same. If Rich is drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper, Diana is drinking hot chocolate and looking at the comic section.

It’s adorable.

Ava is wary, in the beginning. She doesn’t have a very reliable history with the men in her life and she doesn’t want Diana to grow attached to someone unreliable.

It isn’t until she finds them asleep in the recliner that she starts to trust him, picking up the picture book fallen to the floor next to them and setting it on the coffee table. When she drapes a blanket over them, Diana shifts and murmurs in her sleep and Rich instantly begins shushing her, rubbing her back slowly.

When they wake, Diana talks Rich into letting her give him a makeover, which goes about as well as any two year old giving a makeover could go. He has mascara and lipstick and blush all over his face, his nails messily painted a bright blue and butterflies clipped in his hair.

He wears it proudly.

~*~

"I don’t know if Beatrice told you but, in this family, we wear matching pajamas on Christmas morning." Martha passes out presents, pausing before handing Ava hers and continuing. "That means everyone. You don’t have to sleep in them, but you will be in them for pictures tomorrow. That is a threat."

Diana tears into hers immediately after being handed it but Ava stares at the box in her hands. It has her name on it.

"You got me matching pajamas?" Rich nods slowly at Ava’s question. "You want me in your pictures tomorrow?"

Shannon freezes, glancing from her parents to Beatrice, who’s knelt beside Diana and trying to help her open the box she’s determined to destroy. Beatrice has no idea what’s going on around her, completely absorbed in her interaction with Diana. But Shannon knows what Ava’s comment reminds them of. Beatrice’s first Christmas with them.

"I get pajamas?"

"Of course you do, honey."

"And I’m going to be in your pictures tomorrow?"

"If you want to, you will be, sugar."

"Where will I sit while you open presents?"

She was talking to Shannon, the pajama set clutched to her chest. Shannon looked to her parents for help.

"You’ll be opening your own presents, Bea."

"I - I get presents? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, Bea. You got a lot of presents."

"I didn’t get anyone presents. I’m sorry, I didn’t know."

"Bea, you’re ten. You don’t have to get anyone presents. Just do what I do and tell mom and dad that your presence is the best present they could ever get." Shannon tried to make the words sound similar, hoping the pun would lighten the darkness swirling behind Beatrice’s eyes. It didn’t work as well as she hoped it would, but Beatrice smiled and nodded her head like she understood.

Later that night, Beatrice snuck into Shannon’s room and woke her up.

"What’s wrong?"

"Why did you get me presents?" She was so genuine Shannon’s heart shattered like a glass ornament.

"Because family gets each other presents."

"But I didn’t get you anything."

Shannon sat up and pulled the blanket back, patting the space next to her for Beatrice to sit.

"You gave me a sister, Bea. That’s plenty."

"And you want me to be your sister? You aren’t upset?"

"Why would I be upset?"

"I don’t know." Shannon wipes the tears from Beatrice’s cheeks and pulls her into her chest.

"I do want you to be my sister, Beatrice. I’m not upset about it. You’ll always be my sister, even if I’m super mad and tell you differently."

Beatrice nodded, but Shannon knew she didn’t believe her. Shannon didn’t need her to believe her, because she was going to prove it. She would spend the rest of her life proving it, if that’s what Beatrice needed.

Shannon fell asleep curled protectively around Beatrice, pressed against her back. When she woke the next morning, she watched Beatrice sleep and she realized she didn’t want anything for Christmas as much as she wanted Beatrice to look this peaceful all the time.

"You’re family, Ava," Shannon says, "We want you in the pictures on our walls and in the seats at our tables. We want you here, in every way you want to be, as long as you want to be here."

"That includes Diana." Diana looks up at her name and smiles crookedly at Rich, she’s torn through the gift paper and ripped the box open enough that her pajama set is starting to fall out. Beatrice brushes the hair from her face and asks if she wants any help, Diana shakes her head and continues her destruction with her tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration.

"We love you, Ava." Martha pats Ava on the shoulder.

"How? You don’t know me." She doesn’t mean for her voice to crack.

"Anyone my daughters love as much as you is family. And we love our family in this house." Rich’s voice is soft but strong, leaving no room for interpretation. He’s saying exactly what he means.

"Shannon likes me?"

"Of course, I do. Why wouldn’t I?"

Ava shakes her head and shrugs, taking a single steadying breath. She nods and forces a smile, thanking them.

Diana has gotten the pajama set out of the box and discarded them to the floor in favor of tearing the box to pieces and giggling wildly. She offers the trash to Beatrice before jerking out of reach and squealing. She offers it again only to yank it away. Beatrice reaches for it only for Diana to step away from her with a playful grin. Diana’s buzzing, bouncing in place when Beatrice stands and reaches for her.

Diana races out of the room, stopping in the doorway to check that Beatrice is following before scurrying away. Ava’s heart swells when Diana darts back into the doorway and ducks behind Rich’s legs, peeking around him while Beatrice pretends to look for her under the rug and between the cushions on the couch.

When Diana creeps around Rich and throws herself at Beatrice, who is pretending not to notice her, Ava’s chest tightens and her head spins.

This is a moment Ava will never forget.

~*~

"Dada?" Diana rolls over, tracing her finger across Beatrice’s freckles. Beatrice hums and pulls her a little closer. "Story?"

"I already told you three, baby," Beatrice laughs, she doesn’t have to open her eyes to know Diana’s pouting so she stifles her yawn and presses deeper into Ava’s arms. "Okay, okay. Do you want a real or a fake story?"

"Fake." Diana presses her palm against Beatrice’s cheek and Beatrice tilts her head to kiss her palm before pulling Diana into her chest.

"Okay, let me think," Beatrice hums into Diana’s hair. "Okay, Shannon used to tell me this one after I’d had a bad dream, are you ready?

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a beautiful house in a big forest. The trees stretched as far as the girl could walk in every direction, and then just a little further. The girl didn’t know anything but her life alone among the trees. She didn’t know any other people beside herself. She didn’t quite mind her life hidden in the leaves.

"Until a big fire started destroying her home, burning the branches she used to climb and the bushes she had played in. She tried to fight it, but she was just one little girl. So she had to leave. She had to run until she wasn’t in the trees anymore.

"The world was brighter without the safe canopy of leaves to block the sun, the world was bigger without the trees breaking up the horizon line, and the girl hated it. She wanted to go back to her home in the woods for a very long time.

"But she met a family with an older girl out in the bright, big world. And the two girls fought and they said they hated each other, but they took care of each other. The older girl taught the little girl how to play and have fun anywhere, and the little girl taught her how to be patient and kind in return.

"They loved each other more than either had ever thought possible, even when the little girl broke the older girl’s phone and when the older girl lost the little girl’s favorite toy. When they fought and when they played, when they hurt each other and when they helped each other. They kept each other safe. Always. Because that’s what sisters do."

~*~

There are three presents left wrapped beneath the tree, one with Diana’s name, one with Beatrice’s, and one with mom and dad scrawled across the top. Shannon passes her parents theirs first, bouncing her knee while Rich tears the paper away and drops it to the ground. He lifts the lid and pulls out two coffee mugs wrapped in newspaper.

World’s best grandmother

World’s best grandfather

Martha glances from the mugs to where Diana is burying herself in gift paper trash then to Shannon.

"I don’t know why you would get us these and not Beatrice, but alright." She’s fighting back a smile, biting her lips to keep them for turning up at the edges.

Shannon groans and flops dramatically onto her back.

"Mom. You have another child. Another child that can have children also. Bea isn't your only kid. It's me. Me and Mary. We're adopting a baby. Please, oh my god. Is everything about Bea to y'all?" If she’s upset, she’s hiding it well, playfully lobbing a ball of paper at Beatrice’s head and chuckling when Beatrice sticks her tongue out. Rich’s chortle rattles Ava’s chest and shakes the couch, it wraps heavy and warm around her like a blanket fresh out of the dryer.

Shannon tosses Beatrice’s gift into her lap and rolls her eyes. Beatrice unwraps it carefully, peeling the tape back slowly and ensuring not to tear the paper. Diana sighs heavily from under her mountain of paper balls, eyes closed and content.

Beatrice expertly untucks the lid from the box and lifts a keychain out, steadying it to read the inscription.

World’s best aunt

"I thought it was one baby? Now I'm the aunt of the entire world? Where are all those children going to fit in your house?" Shannon’s face scrunches up as she lunges at Beatrice, pinning her shoulders to the ground and tickling her sides. Beatrice shrieks and wiggles wildly trying to fight Shannon off through her giggles. Diana sits up at the noise, watching Shannon and Beatrice for a moment before roaring and leaping onto Shannon’s back.

Mary clicks her tongue and peels Diana off Shannon, hanging her upside down and tickling her. Diana screams for Ava, trying to push Mary’s hands away. Ava swoops in to rescue her, spinning in a slow circle and peppering her face with kisses. Diana squeals and pushes her away, wiggling out of her arms and darting to Beatrice.

"Shannon, leave your sister alone." Martha sounds bored but her face is alight, her eyes bright.

"She started it!"

"She didn’t ask, Shannon." Rich’s voice shakes as he tries to fight back a laugh.

"If I had known she would be your favorite, I never would’ve asked for a sister." Shannon kisses Beatrice’s forehead and ruffles her hair before pretending Diana successfully pushed her over. Diana squeaks and bounces, dancing in place while Shannon pretends to be hurt. "It was fine when I benefited from it, but now it’s just unfair."

"Are you talking about the mother may I routine?" Martha chuckles.

"Bea, go ask mom if we can go to the movies."

"But it's a school night."

"I know. That's why you have to ask."

"Okay."

"Wait. How are you going to ask her?"

"With my mouth."

"Beatrice, I swear to god I will rearrange your markers.

How will you ask her?"

"Can we go to the movies?"

"Exactly. Again."

"Mrs. Masters, can we go to the movies?"

"And if she says no?"

"Bambi eyes and please."

"Great. Now go ask."

"She got anything she ever asked for, of course I exploited that. How else would we get pizza or go to the movies on a school night?"

Ava wonders if Shannon resents Beatrice for it, if she’d ever questioned if her parents love Beatrice more. She would have.

She doesn’t get a chance to ask until later. Beatrice is putting Diana down for a nap, Mary is helping Rich in the garage, and Martha is clattering around in the kitchen cooking. Shannon has her feet thrown over the top of the couch and she’s hanging upside down reading the book Beatrice had gifted her, she’s humming quietly along with the Christmas music from the record player.

"Shannon?" She tilts the book away from her and raises her eyebrows. "Did it ever make you mad? How differently your parents treated you and Bea? Because it sounds like you were both held to different standards."

Shannon rolls over and thumps gracelessly onto the rug, she shoves a leftover strip of wrapping paper between the pages of her book before leaving it in the space she’d previously occupied. She joins Ava on the floor in front of the fireplace, the smoke and heat warming her cold hands. Ava’s looking at the pictures on the mantle. There are more of Beatrice, doing completely normal things like folding her laundry and walking a dog, sitting on the edge of a pool laughing and bent over a textbook studying. Shannon’s pictures are sparse, a simple picture of her as a toddler with pigtails and ribbons in her hair, frozen mid-jump holding a trophy over her head, chasing Beatrice with a stick held in front of her like a sword.

"It did a bit at first. I mean, I was twelve. I had been an only child for twelve years and in walks this sad little girl that stole my parents from me. She got tender love and affection while I got nagging and rules.

"But we were the same in the ways that really mattered. We both got grounded for two weeks when I convinced Bea to sneak out with me and we both got cars for our birthdays. They love us both the same, Bea just needed to be shown it more than I did. Because I knew they loved me. She didn't."

Ava watches Shannon’s side profile, searching for any trace of bitterness. But Shannon’s eyes are soft and her voice reminiscent.

"I always wanted a little sister. I used to beg my parents for a little sibling for my birthday or Christmas or anything. I wanted a little sister that I could play dress up and pirates with, one I could teach to braid her hair and climb a tree. Beatrice? Beatrice was not at all the kind of sister I had imagined all those nights on the roof. She’d always been smarter than me and, I mean, she didn’t try to bring attention to it and she never tried to make me feel stupid but you couldn’t talk to her without knowing she was smarter than you. And she was sad. She didn’t know how to ride a bike or build a blanket fort or skip rope. And she was kinda wonky, she’d never had ice cream before she moved here, did she tell you that? Ice cream.

“But she’s the best sister I could’ve asked for, you know? She helped me get through calculus and she let me climb into bed with her after I went through a breakup. She taught me to slow down, to take things one day at a time. Yeah, we bickered and we said we hated each other and we threatened to never speak to each other again, but she would always brush and braid my hair before bed and she would sleep beside me if she had a bad dream and she’d ask me so many questions about everything. She’d ask me why I love her and why I wanted her to pretend to believe in Santa and the Easter bunny. She’d always shoot the wrapper of her straw at my head any time we would go out and she always let me pick the movie during movie night.

"In the end, I don’t really care that she tore my favorite cardigan or scratched my car or called me mean names. Because what mattered was that we kept showing up for each other. We kept loving each other in the ways we knew how."

"And that was enough? You wouldn’t take it back if you had the chance?" Shannon flinches back like Ava had just slapped her.

"What?" Her jaw moves but she makes no sound, it reminds Ava of the old black and white movies she’d watched at the orphanage. Shannon shakes her head like she’s trying to rattle the words out. "Of course not. Sure she pisses me off sometimes and she steals all my shit, but she’s still my sister. Nothing she ever does could change that. I don’t care if she burns the Vatican to the ground or unleashes a swarm of locusts or becomes festooned with boils, she’ll always be my little sister. Through the good, the bad, and the ugly. For all of it. Always. I would never take that back."

This is what family is, Ava knows now. Diana is lucky to be a part of this family.

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Just Come Home

sequel to Wish We Could Be Like That

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 6.5~

Summary: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Inspired by the song Where's My Love by SYML

Warnings: bad words, miles and miles of angst, grab some tissues, you were warned 🙃

A/N: This part ended up being much longer than I had originally planned, but my brain ran away from me. So, I just let it. As always, thank you for the support and patience :) I hope you enjoy!

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three

When night falls with no call from y/n, Natasha and Wanda try not to worry. It’s the first night of a mission. You’re probably just busy getting settled. They have no idea how long the mission is meant to last. For all they know, you could be on your way back to the compound now. You promised you would call the first chance you could. They just have to trust that you know what you’re doing. There’s no need to worry.

When the sun rises and sets the next day with no word from y/n, there is no stopping the worry that settles in their stomachs. Still they know there is no need to panic. You said you would call, and as soon as you can, you will.

On the third day, the pair, along with the rest of the team, are sent on a mission that distracts them for the vast majority of the day. When they arrive back to the compound, they are exhausted. They fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows, though they clutch their phones tightly.

The fourth day they spend watching their phones closely. The devices are never more than a foot away. They must keep them within an arm’s reach, waiting for the call that should come any moment. It never does.

By the fifth day, panic is setting in. Never have you gone this long without speaking. No matter who was gone on a mission, someone would call. Whether it was Wanda and you calling Natasha from out in the field or Natasha and you call Wanda from the compound, whatever the combination, a call is always made. Except this time.

Something must be wrong. What if you need backup? What if you are injured and can’t call? What if you’ve been captured? Its enough of a worry that they rush to the command room. They need to assemble a rescue party.

Entering the command room, they find Maria and Steve looking over a display board. The pair walk directly to them.

“Have you heard from Y/n since she left for her mission?” Natasha asks.

Maria answers in a tone that sounds completely unbothered, “no.”

Wanda and Nat share a concerned glance. “When need to assemble a team now,” the widow urges.

They don’t exactly get the reaction they were hoping for. Steve shows slight concern, while Maria shows nothing but confusion.

“Why?”

Wanda wrings her hands, “something is wrong. We haven’t heard from her since the day she left. She said she would call.”

“Not this time,” the brunette shakes her head.

“She always calls.”

“We have her phone,” Maria looks between the two for just a moment, “she’s deep undercover with no contact. Infiltrating one of the largest, most powerful organized crime rings in the city. We can’t risk blowing her cover.”

“and she’s out there alone?!”

“Of course not,” Steve tries to reassure them, “don’t worry. She’s in good hands.”

The two red heads share and uneasy glance.

“Who is she with?”

FIVE DAYS EARLIER

Shit.

There, standing in front of you, Clint lowers his bow. You share a look. No words are spoken, but an agreement is made: whatever tension they have between them has to wait until this mission is over.

"Welcome to the party.” He eyes you up and down, before nodding his head in the opposite direction of the illuminated door way, “I’ve got us set up in here.”

You follow him into a room that seems to have once been a conference room. Chairs have been moved to line the walls on either side of the door. One table sits in the center of the room, a few boxes labeled as food wait to be unpacked. Another long table is positioned parallel to the wall with about a three foot gap in between. Files and papers are scattered across the table, and on the wall behind it, Clint has begun to organize the information, using tape to hang pages from the wall. Two more tables are stacked in front of the other set of double doors that lead back into the hall.

There are two cots set up on opposite sides of the room. You can see where he has clearly claimed one. A tray of trick arrows in various stages of assembly, along with clothes that would never fit you are spread across his corner of the room.

All along the wall below the boarded up windows, an arsenal of weapons is laid out. Snipers, hand guns, knives, and arrows sit, ready for a fight at a moment’s notice. Even a few batons that are typically reserved for Natasha and Yelena wait for their chance at some action.

Approaching the boarded windows, you find various places with gaps in the wood. They are small openings. Undetectable from the outside, but they are more than enough to afford you a good view of the surrounding area.

Turning to what has apparently been designated as your side of the room, you approach a desk with a few monitors and a laptop. The images on the screens switch from various views of the halls you just entered through along with several angles of the alleys on the other side of the building. All appear to be live feed based on the time stamp in the corner of each image.

“We’ve got the building completely bugged,” Clint calls from across the room. “No one’s getting in undetected.” You glance over to him, where he’s back to assembling arrows, “Our rendezvous with the tracksuits is at 10 tonight. You should get settled. There’s clothes for you in that duffel. Food on that table. Its gonna be a long night. If you think you’ll need some rest, you should probably do that now.”

“Yes sir,” you mumble sarcastically under your breath. He doesn’t hear it.

“I’ve also started organizing our intel,” he motions towards the table littered with paperwork, “might want to glance over some of it before we get started."

All you offer him is a silent nod of your head, as you make your way to your space. You drop your bag at the foot of your bed, if you can really call it that. On the ground next to it, is a large duffel bag. Kneeling in front of it, you open the bag to find a wide array of street clothes, all in your size. Rifling through the pile of clothes, you finally decide on an outfit.

As you begin to change, it doesn’t dawn on you that you are undressing in front of Clint. With your back turned to him, you just simply act as if he’s not there. He’s probably too preoccupied with making arrows to even give you a glance.

Except he’s not.

As you lift Natasha’s shirt that you borrowed from their closet this morning, he catches sight of the bruise that covers your shoulder blades and the purple handprint around your bicep. His mind instantly plays the interaction from that night. He didn’t’ think he had grabbed you that hard, but he was pretty upset. His emotional plight to protect Natasha’s heart had maybe clouded his judgement.

Suddenly, Clint remembers the mission and decides to push that out of his mind. He needs to focus and do what he was sent here to do. He returns his attention to his arrows, and you are none the wiser.

You bring the shirt up to your nose and inhale deeply. It smells mostly of Nat, hints of Wanda linger on the fabric only because the two have shared a closet for so long. You absolutely resent the fact that you were not given enough time to go pack at least a few things for yourself. You definitely would have grabbed more of your girlfriend’s clothes.

But all you have is this one shirt and the jeans you wore with it. You throw the top onto your bed, knowing you will most likely need it to be able to sleep tonight. You quickly throw on the clothes that SHIELD had packed for you.

With that out of the way, you turn to the wall of intel. Phone records, images from security cameras, a stack of arrest warrants, evidence of a few shell companies and fronts, all the way down to grocery receipts. It’s a mess. 80% of it doesn’t make sense. There’s no connections or real structure, but that’s why you’re here. To untangle the web this group has meticulously woven around themselves.

You’re so far down the tracksuit rabbit hole, that you don’t notice Clint joining you until he is practically standing right next to you.

From under a file, he pulls a photo that looks like it was taken by a traffic cam. Two men are standing outside a door, completely unaware they are being photographed. Clint points to the guy on the left, “that is William Lopez. He recently died in a car accident.”

“An accident or an ‘accident’,” you ask with air quotes the second time you say accident.

“There’s a 97.8% chance that there was foul play.”

You nod, using air quotes again, “’accident’, got it.”

Clint points to the guy on the right, “and that’s Wilson Fisk. He was Lopez’s right hand man, now he runs the whole operation.” Based solely on his appearance, you understand how Lopez’s accident was an ‘accident’.

“So what’s his deal?” you ask scanning over the materials again.

“Not sure,” the archer grabs another document and examines closely. “The group has been rapidly acquiring a wide array of different chemicals and substances in large quantities.”

“What ever they’re trying to make, they’re trying to make a ton of it,” under a set of files, you find a blank notebook and begin jotting things down as you come across them. “Question is: why?”

Clint nods, “we’re posing as suppliers, and suppliers don’t ask questions. It’s probably gonna take several shipments to gain their trust enough to start digging. “

“Where is the shipment now?” you pause to turn to him, notebook still in hand.

“Already packed in the car downstairs, and this…” he hands you a rather large book, “…is everything there is to know about the items we’re supplying. Our best angle is to go in as family, probably siblings. You would be the one with the knowledge of our supply. I’m the muscle to help you move it.”

With a shrug, you agree, “works for me.” You open the book and turn to the first page, “looks like I have some reading to do.” You make your way over to your bed and sit.

“Just give yourself time to rest and get ready, the exchange is tonight at 10-“

“tonight at 10.” You say just as he does.

With your nose stuck in the book, he knows he won’t get anything more out of you until you finish. He returns to his arrows.

While you’re doing your homework, he’s doing his homework.

~Cold sheets, oh where's my love?~

Days turn into weeks turn into months.

For Natasha and Wanda it all starts to blend together.

Two and a half months have passed since the last time they spoke to you, and it shows.

The pair try to stay busy to make the time pass faster, and it almost works.

The days are not so bad. Natasha spends more and more time training, picking up extra missions when she can. More times than not, Wanda will join her on these impromptu missions. The rest of her spare time is spent in the kitchen usually. She cooks and bakes to keep her hands busy. Within the first three weeks, she has mastered the recipes of your favorite foods and deserts. Subconsciously, she’s hoping that if she can make the right dish, maybe that will be the day that you’re home in time to eat it.

Of course you never are. So the rest of the team get to reap the benefits of her stress baking.

The days continue in this manner. Keeping busy helps while the sun is up, but the night is a different beast altogether.

Cold.

That’s the first thing Wanda thinks when she rolls over in the middle of the night. She reaches out across the bed seeking her girlfriends for warmth, but all the she finds is empty sheets.

The Sokovian lays there in confusion for a moment, wondering where the two of you are. As she gradually becomes more aware of her surroundings, she remembers. Y/n is gone. But she distinctly remembers Natasha being here when she fell asleep.

Though she’s not here now.

It only takes a moment longer for her to think of where the widow must have gone. Wanda rolls out of bed and makes her way through the compound. She quickly enters your room long enough to swipe a blanket from your bed.

When the elevator doors open, she finds Nat. The widow sits on the roof looking up at the night sky. Wanda silently approaches, taking her place next to her. The younger woman wraps the blanket around both of their shoulders.

In silence, Wanda takes in Natasha’s features for a moment. The clench of her jaw, the way the corners of her mouth point downwards, the glassy reflection of unshed tears in her eyes.

“Have you found any constellations?” she asks, turning to look up as well.

“No,” Nat mumbles, “it all just looks like dots.”

That’s kind of how she feels at the moment. In the grand scheme of things, her life has not drastically changed. She still gets up and trains, goes on missions, spends time with the team, all the things she did when Y/n was here, but without her… it all just feels like she’s going through the motions.

Its strange how someone can come into her life, changing it by so little and by so entirely much at the exact same time.

The widow pulls the blanket tighter around her body. She grabs the fabric bringing it to her nose. She inhales deeply, hoping your scent will make her feel better. But it only strengthens the ache in her chest.

A tear slips down her cheek as she looks back up to the sky, “I miss her.”

Wanda releases a long sigh. She rests her head on Nat’s shoulder, “I know, me too.”

~I am searching high.

I'm searching low, in the night.~

You toy with the rings around your neck, as you look up at the sky. From behind this warehouse, you can’t really see much of the stars, but its enough to spot Ursa Major, one of the constellations you had shown Nat and Wanda the night they asked you to be theirs.

The memory makes you smile and ache at the same time. You’re lost in your thoughts of the that night and how much you miss your girlfriends, you almost miss the group of cars approaching the warehouse.

When the headlights grab your attention, you quickly duck back into building.

“Just pulled up,” you relay to Clint as he leans against the SUV, filled with your shipment. Almost three months in, and you are finally starting to be accepted more by the group. Several exchanges of the goods has left you in the group’s good graces.

This rendezvous is no different.

They come. They check the shipment. Some words are exchanged, and you’re done… almost.

The rest of the men load up the shipment and most exit the warehouse, except one car lingers behind with you and Clint.

One of the younger tracksuits remains while two others get in the car and wait with the engine running. Kazi, as you’ve learned his name to be, approaches you and slips a note to you. “Boss heard you know what you’re talking about when it comes to all this stuff,” he says under his breath. “He thinks maybe you could show our guys a thing or two. Your grandpa stays home though.” He quickly glances between you and Clint who is standing quite a bit away leaning against the SUV.

From the beginning, they hadn’t taken to Clint for whatever reason. Probably because he reaks of Avenger mojo. They trusted him partially because they haven’t had a reason not to, but mostly because you vouched for him. This is the break you had been waiting for. You’ve been inching your way in a little more with each interaction, never fully breaching the inner circle.

This is your chance. Now all you have to do is convince Clint to cooperate.

“Think about it,” Kazi says, and then he’s gone. Quickly making his way to their car, they peel off and drive off into the night.

You inspect the note, and all you find is seven numbers scratched quickly in blue ink. A phone number clearly. One they don’t just give out to anybody apparently. You pocket the note and make your way back to your vehicle.

Clint raises his brows at you playfully, “someone’s gotta crush.”

You roll your eyes as you climb into the passenger seat of the car. “Can you just drive please”

“So you got a hot date this weekend?” he eggs on further.

“Ha ha ha,” you retort sarcastically, “very funny, everybody’s got jokes.” You fish out the burner phone SHIELD had issued and began flipping through the contacts you have made with the tracksuits to compare to the new number, “he’s not even my type.”

The archer laughs at your remark, “oh yeah? What’s your type?”

“Red headed and female,” you quip back, too preoccupied with your contact list to think before you said it.

However, you do notice the deathly silence that washes over the car. You quickly recount the conversation and realize what had accidentally just came out of your mouth. Instantly, you know how Clint took your words. He thinks you mean Wanda. Which you do, but you also include Natasha in the same category of red headed females.

You chance a glance over to him, and you know you’ve messed up.

The archer’s grip on the steering wheel has turned his knuckles white as snow. The clench of his jaw rivals the grip of an alligators. The anger rolls off of him in waves.

“Its comments like that are why I asked you on this mission.”

His words slap you across your face, and you turn to him in disbelief.

“What?”

Clint shakes his head, eyes never leaving the road, “This was a solo mission. I told Fury to send you too.”

Shock slips into feelings of betrayal.

“Why?”

The car comes to a stop at a red light, and he looks over to you, “to keep you away from Wanda.”

Betrayal melts into fury.

Fury towards him for volunteering you. Fury towards Fury for agreeing to it. Fury towards yourself for getting yourself in this position in the first place.

~Does she know that we bleed the same?~

Yelena’s back hits the mat for the seventeenth time since she and Natasha had begun sparring less than an hour ago.

“Cyka,” the blonde hisses, “would let up at least a little please. It would really suck if I get benched from missions because my sister broke my back in training.”

“Sorry,” the older widow offers her hand to pull her sister to her feet, “just a little on edge.”

She is way more than “a little on edge”. According to the timeline they were given by Maria at the beginning of your mission, you should have come home two months ago. Natasha walks into the command room every day, expecting that today will be the day you are on your way back to the compound.

They are waiting for the message from you that states you have reached your objective, obtained the data you were to obtain, and that you were ready for extraction.

Yet every day they are met with the same reply: radio silence.

There’s no need to panic until you miss a check in, which you have not.

They just have to wait… and wait.. and wait… for word from you.

“Shit, Y/n name better move her ass on this mission,” Yelena groans as she makes it to her feet, “I don’t know how much of this I can take. Wanna go again?”

Natasha eyes her sister incredulously, “you sure about that? You’re barely standing on your own.” She teases her sister.

“I’m great,” the blonde holds up a thumbs up, “are you kidding? I’m barely breaking a sweat.”

The older widow pats her sister on the back, “let’s call it for today. I need to go check with Maria anyway.” She makes her way over to the side of the mat, quickly she grabs her water bottle and towel from their place on the ground.

Yelena calls after her, “sestra, they will call you when they have an update…” Her words fall on deaf ears as her sister is already out of the gym.

Yelena knew her sister cared for y/n. She knew that even before she found out about the throuple, but she never fully understood the extent until she saw her sister and future sister-in-law stuck spending so much time apart from their third.

It was tangible for everyone. Even those who had no suspicion at all of y/n’s involvement in their relationship can clearly tell the impact her absence is having on them. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if they could at least talk to her, but the complete cut off only worsens the effect.

Maria and Steve are standing in the same spot looking over the same display screens they always are when Natasha enters the command room. They look up as the widow approaches them. Their expressions are different than they have been in the past days Natasha has come to them for a check in.

She can sense the change, and for a moment, she is hopeful. They have news. You’re finally done with this damn mission. You’re coming home.

Nat comes to a stop in front of the pair and looks between them expectantly. “Any news?” she asks when they remain silent.

“Yes,” Steve nods with his lips pursed, “they checked in early this morning.”

“…and?”

Maria takes a deep breath, “they’re not done yet.”

Natasha deflates internally, but her cool exterior is poised as she was always trained to be. She nods with a slight clench in her jaw. She looks at the brunette and she can tell there is more, “…and?”

Maria breaks eye contact to look down at the tablet in her hands. She raises her eyes once more to Natasha, “…and they’re extending the mission by another month… at least.”

If Natasha deflated before, she crumbles now. She keeps her expression calm, but she can’t quite fight the sudden glassiness of her eyes. However upset she is, she manages to keep the tears from falling down her cheeks. “Are they ok?”

Steve nods, “they were given an opportunity they can’t pass. The whole reason they were sent under in the first place.”

Natasha nods her head in understanding. She knows what its like. She’s been in that same position. When all the cards are aligning, and you’re just waiting for the ace that will end the game. Though the difference is that at the time she didn’t have people waiting for her to come home, and if she did, she got to actually say goodbye, before she left for who knows how long.

She’s not mad at y/n; she’s just mad at the situation.

“Keep me posted,” the widow says, before she exits the command room in search of Wanda, the only other person who knows how she feels at the moment.

~Don’t want to cry, but I break that way.~

Wanda floats around the kitchen preparing lunch for the team. She’s trying her hardest to keep her hands busy to keep her mind off the fact that she misses her girlfriend.

The counters are covered with ingredients for ramakin pot pies. A dish she first made during your two months of solitude in the compound. They were a huge success. You had loved them, begging for her to make them again more than a handful of times. She has since memorized the recipe. Now she moves almost on autopilot. Her hands work off of muscle memory as her mind wanders elsewhere.

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Wanda checks the three single serving dishes in the oven. She is adjusting the temperature when a set of arms snake around her waist. A familiar scent washes over her, and a kiss is planted on her cheek.

“Those look divine,” Natasha praises her fiancé.

The younger woman leans back into the embrace, “I hope they turn out well. It’s the first time I’ve tried them.” She taps Nat’s arms, silently asking to be released. The widow obliges after a few more kisses are placed on Wanda’s cheeks.

Wanda begins to tidy the kitchen, which is probably the messiest she’s ever left it.

“What made you decide to try them?” the widow asks as she immediately helps with gathering the dirty dishes in the sink and begins to wash them.

With an arm full items to be returned to the pantry, Wanda replies, “I was flipping through one of y/n’s recipe book, and it caught my eye. My mother used to make something similar, though it was a bit more Sokovian.” She closes the pantry door and makes her way back into the kitchen, “I never learned that recipe though.” She adds a few mixing spoons to the dirty pile Natasha is working through.

“What is that?” you round the corner drawn to the kitchen by the savory aroma wafting through the compound halls. “It smells delicious!”

The pair’s smile instantly brighten at your interest. Its only been a week and a half since they brought you into their relationship, and they are entirely smitten with you.

Wanda pauses midway through wiping the counter to turn to you with her lips puckered. You immediately grant her the wish, still not one hundred percent sure this isn’t just some amazingly beautiful fever dream you’ve slipped into.

“Ramakin Pot Pies,” Natasha says, quickly grabbing your attention. She leans towards you, asking for a kiss of her own. A wish you immediately grant.

You pause for a moment taking in the sight before you. Dinner in the oven, and both of your girlfriends in the kitchen cleaning the evidence of the preparation. Your eyes narrow, “and who exactly made the pies?” You ask with a playful hesitance to your voice.

“That would be yours truly,” Wanda smiles amusedly.

You turn to her, “just you?”

“Yes, why?”

“Oh thank god,” you let out an over dramatic sigh, “for a second I thought Nat made them. Now I know they are in fact edible.”

The pair both halt and look directly at you. Wanda bursts into laughter, while Nat looks very much less amused.

“No offence,” you smile cheekily to the widow who sets down the dish she is currently washing.

“Offence taken,” she replies, before quickly lunging at you with her soapy hands.

With a loud squeal, you dodge her first advance, but she quickly regains her footing. To avoid being smothered in the bubbles coating her hands, you take off, running out of the kitchen and down the hall in a fit of laughter with Natasha close behind.

Coming to a corner, you try to redirect your momentum fast enough to throw her off. Try being the key word here.

You manage to stop your forward motion, but before you can pivot down the new hallway, Natasha’s weight impacts you from behind. The pair of you go down in a rather ungraceful crash. The bubbles Natasha had carried from the kitchen sink fly and smear over both of you.

The initial impact certainly hurt, but it was quickly overcome with the fit of giggles as the two of you lay in a tangled pile on the floor.

At the sound of your fall, Wanda quickly follows down the hallway. She rushes to you in concern, only to be pulled down by the two of you. The three of you roll around playfully.

It’s a miracle you made it back to the kitchen in time to save the pies from burning.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wanda is placing the last of the small dishes into the oven when Natasha’s voice startles her out of her day dream of a memory that feels like years ago and somehow also like it was just yesterday.

The dish slips through her hands and lands on the ground in a shattering crash.

“I’m so sorry lyubov. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Natasha quickly apologizes as she moves to begin cleaning the mess, but Wanda stops her.

With a wave of her hand, the shattered dish as well as the uncooked meal it vanish from the floor and appear in the trash can. “It’s ok,” Wanda reassures her, “it was an extra anyway.” She’s been doing that a lot lately. She’ll make an extra serving of whatever she is making. Sometimes its an unconscious accident, including y/n in the head count without realizing it. Sometimes it is just wishful thinking.

The witch closes the oven and sets a timer. She then turns to Natasha fully taking her in since she entered the room.

Wanda first notices the worry and sadness in her face. Next she unintentionally hears Natasha’s very loud thoughts.

They have to suffer another four weeks of this… and that’s the best case scenario.

She can’t stop the tears that flood her eyes. The only thing that has kept her going these past couple weeks is the belief that there is a light at the end of this tunnel. But this tunnel just keeps stretching and stretching with no end in sight.

It almost feels hopeless.

Natasha steps forward wrapping her arms around her girlfriend, “its gonna be ok.”

But Wanda is tired of hearing ‘its gonna be ok’

‘she’s gonna come home soon’

‘just a little longer’

It’s feeling more and more hopeless as the time goes on.

Wanda pulls from Nat’s arms, “no, its not gonna be ok.” The tears roll down fat and heavy. “It feels like she’s never coming back. What if she doesn’t want to come back? What if she just keeps running?”

The older woman’s eyebrows furrow together, “what do you mean, detka? Of course, she’s coming back.”

“What if we were too late?” the younger woman questions. “Keeping the secret that long…. Did we push her away? Did we push her into this? Are we the reason she won’t come home?”

“Where is this coming from?” Natasha takes Wanda’s face into her hands.

The anguish is ever present on the sokovian’s face, “What else can this be? I can’t think of another reason. Why would she take a mission like this? Why would she leave without saying goodbye?” Natasha tries to calm her, wiping at the tears even as more flood down her cheeks. “Why won’t she just come home?”

~Did she run away?

Did she run away? I don’t know.~

“It’s just what he said, Clint,” you repeat for what feels like the one hundredth time.

You’ve been at this for hours. So long that the sun should be rising any second. You’re exhausted. You just want a few hours of sleep before you begin prepping yourself for what the tracksuits have in store for you.

After that very tense car ride last night, you had laid the cards on the table. Telling Clint what Kazi said, about their offer, how this is the best chance you have to finally nail down exactly what it is they are trying to do with these supplies.

The archer paces back and forth, “I can’t send you in there by yourself.”

“Swallow your pride, Barton,” you snap back, “look I’m sorry you didn’t get an invitation to the sleepover, but this is what we were sent to do. This is the closest we’ll get to the boss and his agenda, and you know it.”

Your partner stops and turns to you, “this has nothing to do with my pride. This is about safety, specifically yours-“

“No.” You cut him off, “you don’t get suddenly fall back on some ‘for my safety’ bullshit, when we both know you have been waiting to take me out for months. Look, this two birds-one stone for you. I get the intel you need to report back to base, and the tracksuits kill me so you can keep your hands clean.”

Clint shakes his head, but doesn’t stop his pacing, “I’m not waiting to take you out. Even if you are trying to ruin my best friend’s relationship, you’re a damn good agent. This has nothing to do with that.”

“It has everything to do with that!” you stand now. “It’s the only reason I’m on this mission. You asked for me to be here,” you step into his path, stopping him mid step, “now, let me do what I was sent here to do.”

The archer’s eyes stare into yours, and you match his gaze. You hold there for what feels like an eternity.

Something catches the light and draws his attention down. His eyes drop to the necklace hanging from your neck. Specifically, his gaze is captured by the two rings that hang side by side. He would recognize those rings anywhere. The one of the left he has seen on his best friend’s finger for the better part of two years now. The one of the right he had helped pick it out, hours he spent with Natasha in various stores, eventually to the one that designed it custom for her.

When you notice his gaze has dropped, you follow his line of sight to see your necklace resting on top of the fabric of your shirt. You hadn’t noticed when it somehow came untucked from its usual hiding place. Quickly, you grab it to tuck it back into place, but its too late. He’s seen them.

“Why do you have those?”

You turn and begin rummaging through your bag for your sleep clothes, “it’s a long story.”

You always wore the same thing to sleep: the shirt you had taken from Nat and Wanda’s closet the morning you left for the mission and a pair of gym short curtesy of SHIELD. Nat’s shirt has long lost her and Wanda’s scent, but its still the closest you will get to the real thing while you’re here.

Hoping to escape the conversation, you make your way to the door. Normally you would have just changed in the room even with him there, but you really wanted to evade this line of questioning.

As you’re about to walk past him, he grabs your arm, much like did in the hallway that night several months ago. “Y/n, why do you have Nat and Wanda’s rings?”

Without a word, you look from his eyes to his grip on your arm. Immediately, he releases your arm and steps back with his hands in the air.

You decide that now is the time, “They gave them to me.”

“Why?”

“So, on the day they propose to me, I can give them back.”

The silence is loud, deafening really. You watch as he tries to understand.

It seems like forever before he speaks again, “…when they propose to you?”

You nod.

“I’m with Nat and Wanda,” you straighten your back, “I am their girlfriend, and they are both mine.”

As the sun peeks over the horizon, light beams through the exposed gaps of the boarded windows, and a sudden weight lifts from your shoulders. However he reacts is how he reacts, and that is his problem, not yours. The burden you’ve carried vanishes.

~If she ran away,

If she ran away, come back home.~

Maria and Steve are standing in the same spot looking over the same display screens they always are when Natasha enters the command room. They look up as the widow approaches them.

She comes to a stop in front of them, “any news?”

She knows what the answer is. They told her less than 24 hours ago that you had checked in yesterday to extend the mission by another month. Its too soon for anything new. Your next check in isn’t for two weeks.

At this point, no news is good news.

Maybe that’s why Natasha still comes every day to almost always be met with the same answer. She has to ask. Not necessarily to check for good news, just to make sure there isn’t any bad.

Steve can understand that need. “No,” he offers her a sympathetic smile.

The widow only nods. With a heavy sigh, she turns to exit. Only three steps, and she is being stopped by a voice behind her.

“Natasha.”

She turns back to the pair.

Maria’s brow is furrowed ever so slightly, “No contact missions aren’t new. Y/n and Clint are good agents. What’s the difference? Why are you so concerned about this one?”

Natasha glances down for less than a second, despite her best efforts, a tear slips down her cheek. “Wanda and I are seeing y/n.” The other two nod, that information now known across the entire agency. “You sent her out so fast,” she swats away another tear before it can leave her eye, “you didn’t give her time to say goodbye.”

Both Maria and Steve nods in solemn understanding. Nat turns to leave again and is stopped again.

“I can’t promise I can get a message through,” Maria cautions, “but if I can, what do you want it to say?”

~Just Come Home~

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