#Yes I know I should be working more on getting a handle on my certificates

[doublethot]

Aching Ch. 1 SteddiexReader

It wasn’t ever really part of the plan to go into childcare. You’d gotten a CPR certificate in college as a community service credit requirement, and at the end of your junior year had decided to take a gap year. During that gap year you fell into babysitting, the CPR training appealing to parents making you look more appealing than a rival sixteen-year-old who’d just got her driver’s license. Before you knew it your gap year had turned into two and you’d been hired as a full-time nanny for a prestigious client.  Your first year in childcare you’d built up enough of a rapport to get yourself hired by hot shot Harrington; Hawkins well known non-profit lawyer. His husband was a musician, a successful one, and neither one had as much time as they wanted for their daughter. Which was where you came in. You took a deep breath as you smoothed out the imaginary creases of your jeans before reaching out to ring the doorbell. The community was gated, but they had given you the information beforehand and you had entered without a hitch. Their house was sprawling, lush green grass, huge glass windows, beautiful flowerbeds. You’re jolted out of your thoughts by the door opening. You’re greeted not by Steve Harrington but by someone else. This man is tall, with broad shoulders, and long curly brown hair. His eyes are deep brown. He smiles sharply at you.

“He’s caught up on a business call, sorry about that darling. I’ll have to do for now. I’m the husband. Eddie Munson.” He thrusts a large, ring clad hand out, which you take, shocked at how warm and rough it feels against your skin. It sends a jolt through your body, and you try not to blush.

“Ah, the nanny!” His voice is booming. You blink in surprise.

“Yes, but uh I thought I was meeting with a Mr. Harrington?” You ask nervously picking at an imaginary fuzz on your jeans. The mans eyes trail over you for a moment, eyes resting on your fingers playing at the tops of your thighs, before clearing his throat.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Munson.”

“Oh, Eddie is just fine, come on inside.”

You toe off your sneakers once inside and follow after him in sock clad feet. The house is gorgeous. Warm tones of gray and blue paint the walls. There are family pictures hung up, along with pictures of what you assume are Eddie’s band, and pictures of people that look like close friends. It’s obviously a very loving home. You’re led to the living room and instructed to sit down. You sit easily on the large sectional and practically sink into it, it’s so plush. Eddie sits next to you, close enough you can feel the heat radiating off of him. It makes your stomach twist in knots.

“So, you’ve been babysitting for about two years now? You enjoy it?” He asks pulling out what you assume is your file. You nod and try to look anywhere but at him.

“I enjoy it a lot, I decided to pursue it full time instead of going back for my final year of college. It just feels right for me.” He nods easily flipping a page over and looking at it.

“You’ve never had any trouble with it, any incidents we should know about?” You shake your head immediately.

“Nothing bad. I’ve never put anyone’s kids in danger, never harmed anyone’s kids. I don’t do drugs; I would never drink alcohol while watching your child and I would never invite anyone around your children that you didn’t know or approve of prior.” He nodded and flipped another page.

“You definitely seem like a good girl. Don’t get me wrong, sweet thing. It’s just that we have to be cautious as parents. You also know what kind of work Steve and I are in right? As of now we are just looking for a nanny during the day but the position might change to be a live in situation. Is that something that you can handle?” You feel an ache start to grow between your legs at the sound of him calling you ‘good girl’ and ‘sweet thing’. You clench your thighs together.

“I’ve never acted as a live-in nanny before. But I live on my own currently and have no partner or children to worry about so making the shift shouldn’t be a problem for me if it’s needed Mr. Munson.” He laughs, loud and booming, waving his hand in the air in dismissal.

“Well, I vetted her again. Can’t be too sure now, can we?” The man counters playfully before standing up. Steve just scoffs before turning his attention to you.

“No Mr. Munson here! Just Eddie! Okay? Don’t need a young thing like you walking around making me feel like an old man like that.” You blush, and nod. “Your resume is solid, and you have glowing reviews. I don’t see a reason not to hire you.” He shrugs, holding a hand out to you. You blink in surprise and go to shake his hand when you’re interrupted.

“She was already hired Ed. I already vetted her.” And an exasperated voice interrupts you. You look over to see Steve Harrington walk in. He’s just as handsome as his husband, with tousled brown hair, an angular face, and dark eyes. He’s dressed casually, in a pair of jeans and a t shirt, his feet are bare. You feel a shock of arousal at that. It’s so domestic, so intimate. To be in their home and to see them this way, they’re so attractive and you get to see them like this. It should be a crime.

“I’m sorry about that! I got pulled into a work call and lost track of time. Its nice to finally meet you.” You stand quickly and go to meet his outstretched hand.

“Thankyou so much for the opportunity, Mr. Harrington.” You say politely shaking his hand. Trying not to notice how small your hand feels in his. Fuck, you really need to get laid. He laughs.

“Oh God no, Steve please. Call me Steve.”

“Right? The manners on this one.” Eddie pipes up laughing slinging an arm around his husband’s shoulders.  Before the three of you can continue talking a squeal interrupts you and a little girl barrels into the room.

“Daddy come and play!” she shouts. Eddie scoops her up easily and peppers her face with kisses.

“Poppy meet your new nanny!” he points to you and Poppy looks at you warily. You smile and wave. She curls closer to her dad and tries to tuck her face into his neck, shy and unsure.

“It’s nice to meet you Poppy, I hope you and I can be friends!” you chirp. Hoping to pull her out of her shell a little. She peeks out at you from her hiding spot.

“Friends!” she belts enthusiastically. You and her fathers laugh together.

It’s easy, working for the family. They are a lovely family. It’s obvious that they adore their daughter. In the mornings before they head off to work, they sit with her at the dining table and help her with her breakfast. As you clean the dishes you watch out the corner of your eye, as they cut up her food, chat quietly with her, kiss her. Doting, loving fathers. They are gone most of the day though, hard working and busy. Steve off doing his lawyering for nonprofits and Eddie with his music in the studio. They work long hours. So your day is spent entertaining and taking care of Poppy’s needs. It’s not always easy, but it is a joy. Playing princesses, fingerpainting, baking cookies, there’s always fun to be had together. It also helps that Poppy’s fathers are two of the most beautiful men you have ever laid eyes on. You know that they have no interest in you at all. They’re married to each other after all. But it’s nice to look, to dream. You haven’t been intimate with anyone in a long, long time. You’re currently leaning back against the counter in the kitchen sipping on a mug of freshly brewed coffee. You watch in interest as Steve sidles up to the coffee pot and pours himself some. Your gaze lingers on his biceps, visible in the black tee he’s sporting today. A warmth grows in your stomach. He takes a place next to you and you bite the inside of your cheek as you feel your sides press together.

“Do you mind staying late tonight? It’s date night for Eddie and I. We’ll pay you overtime.” He asks, blowing on his coffee. You take a sip and act like you’re thinking it over.

“Sure, no problem.” He leans a little more firmly against you.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? It is painfully last minute.” You shake your head.

“Nah, was just going to stuff my face on take out anyway. Not missing out on much, Poppy’s a better plan.” He grunts in understanding.

“You’re an absolute saint. I don’t know what we would do without you babe.” He flashes you a smile before moving away. “Feel free to order in tonight, I’ll leave some cash for you.” Then he heads out of the kitchen. Your heart is pounding, you can still feel his heat on your side.

“Alright ladies! We’re heading out!” You look over and feel your heart kick up at the sight. They’re both in black slacks and black dress shoes, Steve has on a white dress shirt and Eddie a black one. Steve’s hair is coiffed just so, and Eddie’s is pulled into a bun. They look amazing.

“Very handsome.” You compliment politely watching as Poppy runs up to say her goodbyes. Eddie winks lasciviously at you.

“Thank you darling.” Steve smiles and wiggles his fingers in a flirtatious wave. With that, they head out.  You get Poppy settled down for the night, and hunker down for the night on the couch with your take out. Flipping through channels, bored. You stay that way most of the night, curled under an afghan. You don’t bother to go upstairs to the guest bedroom reserved for you, dozing on and off throughout the night. You’re awoken at some point by the sound of the boys getting home. You crack an eye and are just about to get up to greet them when the sound of an unfamiliar voice stops you. It’s a woman’s voice. You freeze.

“Wow, what a nice house!” the woman says, loud, maybe a little buzzed.

“Sssh. Hun. Gotta be quiet. We got a sleeping kid and nanny in the house.” Steves voice. You grit your teeth. You hear a thump and a...a moan?

“Oh yeah fuck that’s good keep doing that you two…wait, fuck wait. I think someone’s down here.” You hear Eddie say and make sure to close your eyes quickly feigning sleep. You can hear his footsteps as he makes his way to the couch and stands in front of you blocking the light of the tv, his breath is heavy. You can feel as he moves the afghan up to cover your legs better. Then he moves away.

“What’s going on?” the woman again.

“Quiet.” Eddies tone is whisper quiet and severe. “The nanny is asleep on the couch. Don’t you dare wake her up. Everyone upstairs now.” You can feel tears prick your eyes as their footsteps fall away up the stairs. You stay very quiet and very still for a long while and are thankful for the giant sprawling house, that there will be no way for you to hear what they’re all up to tonight.

[lolitastories]

NOT A CHAPTER

This will be insert of storylines that happens in the future if Yn and Kayce

Chapter 17:

Chapter 16: Part 3

I tried to be present for the last weeks but I stood no chance against work. The court date moved on pretty quickly and soon I was standing infront of the judge on the last date. I had Kayce sitting behind me and Tate thankfully wasn’t allowed in court because my mother had made it a strong belief that he should be here. “Your honor” I say approaching her. “It is clearly stated in the paper that is infront of you and plaintiff they are reasoning behind my son not being present” I had not adopted Tate Legal. He still had both parents and I never wanted to over step. We did write a couple papers indicating I am a legal guardian/parent of him and under that paperwork it was written he would not be used or even attend family matters in court. I wanted to protect him and anyone that was born into this family. Kayce has a hard past and so do I, I didn’t want anything affecting kids.

“That cannot be suitable in this case, your honor!” My mother stands and with a rush her lawyer urges her to sit back down.

“If you are not going to let your lawyer talk and with permission I am going to dismiss this case for a further date until you learn how my courtroom handled it” She backs up and takes a seat. “Now continue Miss. Y/N” The judge looks over to me and nods.

“Thank you” I shifted back to my desk. “The paper clearly states he will not be allowed at court for any case unless it's life or death.” I picked up his birth certificate. “This gives it more credibility and the reason the plaintiff does not have any copy or knowledge of it, is because it is not suitable” I look over to my mother and her lawyer before handing it to the judge. She scans over it and quickly straightens up.

“I will need to see you in my office” She says sternly and I nod. “Give us a 5 minute recess and we will be back” She announces as she starts to walk back to her office.

“Everything okay?” I hear Kayce call out to me but not loud enough for everyone to hear. I nod my head.

“I wanted to have something against her but since the agreement is not enough I needed to tell the whole truth even if it won’t knock the smile out of her face” I groaned walking off.

“Couldn’t you have started with the birth certificate?” She shakes her head behind her desk. “Saved you and I much time”

“I know there is a way around everything so not matter how officially the paper may be she would find a way to get what she wants”

“You know what?” She stands up and walks to her fridge. “I have never seen you this stressed” I thank her as I grab the water she handed me.

“It has never involved my kid” I say sitting up straighter. “I guess I prolonged this so I can see her lose something she really wanted, even if it was to get back at me” I shrug and get up. “But I am not going to lose a kid just so I can win this game”

“Couldn’t agree more” She sets her cup down. “I'm glad even after everything you don’t change” I hate change. I was going to say but I only smiled. “Recess is over let's go” I nod, getting out of the room and waiting back in the courtroom for her to appear. We all stand as we hear the doors open. “After hearing and seeing all the evidence I have come up with a decision” The viewers were the only ones to sit down. “When it comes down to the shares and every last of the demands such as last name affiliation or change I grant in favor of the Plantiff” I could see the smile in her face. “When it comes to visitation of Tate I grant favor to the defendant. Case is close”. I know I won. Bickering days back and forth about the company and the name. We stood facing eachother knowing this might be the last time I get to see my mothers face.

“Y/N?” Kayces voice reaped my eyes from following her walking figure. “Everything is done?” I look over before handing the file to Jennifer.

“Yes. Everything is done” I smile. I pull my hand forward to enterwine with mine. “Let's go home, I need a vacation after this” He chuckles walking out of the courtroom. The image I saw was something that made me unable to swallow.

“Think about this” I heard Kayce warn me but my feet had already started walking towards them.

“Y/N” I pull my hands up stopping John from talking.

“Whatever you are saying or trying to do here is not worth it. As stated, I am no longer part of the family so that means you don’t belong in mine”

“No matter what they said he is my blood and the problem was never with him!” She stepps forwards but I don't move an inch. Tate was currently hiding behind John.

“I don’t care!” I took a deep breath not wanting to scare Tate more. “You will never get a chance to hurt me again. And trust me when I say that if you even try, remember I know everything about you and your name”

“You have always been so sensitive” She smiles while fixing her purse.

“You can think anything you want. If you decided to show up again I will make sure I am not the only thing stripped from your last name” I turned around grabbing Tates hand.

“Who was that lady?”I look down, finding a sort of calmness in his eyes.

“She’s my mother,” I say as I get to the truck. I hear the car unlock and help Tate into the back seat.

“Why were you screaming at eachother?” His innocent eyes didn’t compel what was happening.

“Sometimes mothers and daughters fight. Sometimes you need to walk away to give people time to breath”

“Do mothers and sons fight?” I look over with a grin. He smiles knowing the answer. “I guess I have a good mother. She fights for me” I ruffle his hair checking that his belt is secure enough. “But I got really lucky I have two”

“Yes you are bud” I look over and see Kayce and John finally begin to walk towards us. “How about some ice cream? I could definitely use one”

“Yes!” He screams.

“What's happening here?” John says come to my side.

“We decided we need ice cream, will you come with us grandpa?” I turn around leaving them to talk.

“Are you okay?” I look up nodding my head. I move forward wrapping my arms around Kayce. He immediately wraps his arms around me.

“Yes. I just need some ice cream” I smile.

“Yes ma’am” He whispers, pulling my face up and leaving a gentle kiss on my lips. “Guess what?”

“Hmm?” I tried to catch his lips again but was denied.

“I got the stove set up”

“Oh thank god!” I groan, pulling away. “I think I hate every take out in this town” He laughs as I move around the truck to get in.

“Don’t act like you are a great cook either” If I had something to throw at him I wouldn’t think twice.

“Shut up. Now I can practice and you will see” He laughs again pulling his door open. We both get in and turn around to Tate. “Tate, you like the food I make, right?” Tate looked lost. He looked between me and Kayce not knowing what to say.

“Bud, you can tell the truth” I smile nodding my head at Kayces words.

“Well” He stretches his arms trying to come up with his words. “You have only made breakfast and dad has done most of the cooking so I can’t judge” I hear a snicker from Kayce earning him a hit in the arm.

“Thank you buddy.” I smile turning to face forward. “Let's go get ice cream and then we are going to the grocery store. There is a recipe I know you will like”

“You know what that means Tate '' Kayce starts up the truck and looks throught the rear view mirror. I didn’t have to look back knowing he had a smile on his face just like his father.

“Pizza!” At his words I hit Kayce again

“Damn women! I am trying to drive here” He laughs

“You haven’t even put it in drive” I roll my eyes. I feel a presence leaning into me and I turn and see Kayce close. “What?” I groan annoyed

“I love you” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes again but soon enough I smile going in for a kiss.

“I love you too!” Kayce’s face is pushed back to replace the kiss I wanted with a kiss on a cheek.

“I love you too” I say as he takes his seat back.

“Put your seatbelt back on” I turn to see Kayce. “How does staying with grandpa sound?” I laugh moving over to grab Kayce’s hand

“No. I want to stay with you two” Tate say innocently

“Right” Kayce’s groans. He leans in again and starts whispering. “You were right not having a baby just yet. If my only child is cockblocking me right now, imagine a littel one? I wouldn’t even be able to spend the 10 minutes we get alone in a day” I chuckled looking over making sure Tate wasn’t paying attention.

“Really?” I say. I move my hand up to rest on his cheek. “I was thinking we were ready for baby #2”

“Oh now he is really staying in the ranch” He groans, straightening himself in the seat before starting to drive. I know my intention was to tease him but there was some truth behind my words. After all of these I know I have Kayce beside me. Always. There wasn’t anything that could stop me now. Giving him another baby was my promise to him. I wasn’t planning to go anywhere either. I was ready to stay, to stay with him and our family.

[leehestia]

first operation || optional bias x reader

Pairing: doctor!bias x nurse!reader

Genre: married au, hospital au, fluff, suggestive

Warnings: hospital romance, pda, operation, mentions of blood, tumors, a lil swearing, mentions of seducing, mentions of cheating

Synopsis: Wherein Y/N's husband, H/N takes his first operation as lead-surgeon, and Y/N does her best to show her support and love for him.

A/N: This is based on Season 2 of Mischievous Kiss: Love in Tokyo!! But I decided to make the male lead less of a jerk and actually a caring husband LMFAOOO + i switched things up but i really got inspired by the drama and wanted to fix my frustration on how much i fucking hate naoki🥰 /hj

...

"H/N! Dinner's ready!" You call out to your husband.

Your majestic, smart, beautiful husband walks down the stairs, a binder in hand. You admire him, as he walks towards you.

"Stop daydreaming, Y/N." He sighs, sitting down on the counter chair. "Can't help it" You shrug, H/N still focused on the notes.

"What's that?" You ask him, eyeing at the item in his hand.

"A binder."

"Duh... I'm asking what it's about." You cross your arms.

"Notes for my first surgery."

"What?"

"Notes for my first surgery."

"As in... Your first first first where you're the lead surgeon!?" You scream in joy, your husband side eyeing you.

"Yes, Y/N. Please serve the food already."

"Eyy, you're a grown up already. Get it yourself."

He sighs, standing up. You take his spot to look at the binder, amazed.

"Oooo! You're working on this patient. I handled him once for my training." You chuckled.

H/N hummed, "So I heard."

He walked towards you, sitting beside you, a plate filled with mac and cheese in hand. "Mac and cheese again, Y/N?" He looked at you, annoyance in his eyes. "Why, you still eat it don't you?" You teased, still reading the patient details.

"Alright, alright. Give it back..." He said, trying to grab the binder back.

"Wait! Let me finish that page at leas- mmph!"

"H/N!" You groaned, as he pulled away from the kiss. "That will shut you up." He smiled, your eyebrows furrowed. "Yah! You can't just kiss me out of nowhere! A warning please, H/N!" You grumbled.

"You were on it again. Stop trying to peak into my notes." He said, reading the binder.

You pouted, standing up to get your food.

...

"Did you know?" One of your colleagues spoke, "Y/N and Dr. H/L/N are married?"

"What? You're joking!" Another colleague of yours laughed.

"No, it turns out they got married in college, Y/N was still in fashion design at the time. It was said that she transfered here because of H/N!" "How'd you find out?" She whispered.

"Apparently, people have sighted them share a very very short kiss in the lounge room, thinking no one was there!" Your colleague laughed.

"Well how'd you know they're married?"

"It's a secret, but since you seem very invested, why not!" She went close to her ear, "Nurse Hwang accidentally caught a glance of Y/N's birth certificate, it stated that she's married." Your colleague gasped. "And you know how she has Dr. H/N's last name? Obviously because it's because their married!"

"Gosh! And i've been swooning over a married man this whole time!" She giggled. "Maybe you should continue to, even try to seduce him! Y/N's obviously no match for such a perfect man like Dr. H/L/N!" They laughed.

"What's this about?" The head nurse interrupts the conversation. "Oh, Nurse Itsuki... it's nothing! We were just talking about Dr. H/L/N's first lead surgery!"

"I see... well, get back to work then." She replied. "Yes ma'am." Your colleague smiled, before both of them went along to do their tasks.

...

3 more days before his operation, you decide to take him out to the amusement park on his day off.

"Hey, you're skipping work just for this?" H/N complained.

You hugged his arm, "Yes! Of course I want you to get every work-related thing to get off your mind for today so that your beautiful brain can rest! Besides, the head nurse allowed me, because she knows how much I love you~" You giggled.

H/N simply smirked as he looked at you.

"Let's go there! Go win me a teddy bear!" You exclaimed before dragging him to the games.

...

Two days before the operation, you went to H/N's office.

"Yah, H/N!" You called. H/N turned to look at you standing at the door frame, annoyed.

You approached him with a grin, before closing the book he was reading, and pulling him out of his seat.

"What now?" H/N groaned.

"Oh no, I can feel your energy!" You exclaimed as you tightened the grip on his hand. "You're extremely tired! Go take a nap!" You smiled, before pushing H/N on the patients bed.

"Y/N, I have things to review..." H/N said groggily.

"Mhm, yes you do! But so that you can review it properly go take a nap. You were on the same page for more than 30 minutes!"

H/N just stared at the ceiling as you pulled a blanket on him.

"Go take a nap, I love you." You said, before kissing him on the cheek.

H/N just turned to look at you with a smile, before puckering his lips. "Here too." He whined.

You just looked at him, baffled.

"Really?"

"Yes. Give me one, now." He puckered his lips again.

"Aish..." You approached him, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"I'll see you later, H/N. Now go to sleep." You caressed his hair.

H/N closed his eyes, and you quietly left his office.

...

1 day before the operation, you entered his office again. "H/N, my mom told you to give you a back massage and to bring you to the church!"

"I'm too busy to go to the church, and I don't need a back massage." H/N nonchalantly said. "Then at least the back massage!"

"I'm fine, Y/N..."

You sighed, crossing your arms. "I'm just too worried about you..." You pouted, sitting on H/N's extra chair.

H/N turned his chair to look at you, "Come here." H/N instructed, gesturing you to sit on his lap. You obliged, sitting down.

"I don't need any manifestation or anything, Y/N. I just need you." H/N sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin on your shoulder.

"I know, but I just really really can't help it!" You complained. "All the nurses who found out about our said that I'm no match for you, and I'm a horrible wife... and if that is true, the least I can do is show you support!" You whined.

H/N frowned as he heard what you said. "Have more confidence, Y/N. I chose you. I'll never choose anyone else except you." He affirmed with a smile.

You slightly turned your head to give him a kiss on the head. H/N hummed, as he slowly closed his eyes, chin still on your shoulder. You felt his head hit the side of your neck.

"Are you sleeping?" You whispered.

H/N's response was only soft snores.

You didn't know how to get out, you didn't want to disturb him. You gave up trying to look for a way, and just fell asleep as well, still seated on his lap.

...

"H/N!" You quietly tried to call your husband who was currently seated in his office, door opened. He didn't seem to notice, making you look left and right before entering his office with no whatsoever warning for your husband.

"H/N!"

"Oh god Y/N!" H/N says, surprised. "Sorry... I just wanted to bring you this for good luck." You softly said, handing him a bento box.

"Thank you, Y/N." Your husband smiled. "...But are you sure you really want to give me your food... as a good luck?" He asked you.

"No... not really." You chuckled. "That's what I thought." H/N sarcastically smiled, before handing the bento box to you again.

You frowned, "Then what do you want me to give you?"

"Nothing, you're extremely bad luck." Your husband insulted you, making your eyebrows furrow.

"Yah, you married me and yet you don't expect support from me as your wife?" You placed the bento box on his desk once more, before turning your heel to leave.

However, you were quickly stopped by your beautiful husband, as he pulled you towards him. He gave you his iconic cute smile before sitting you down on his chair.

He closed the door of his office, locking it before walking towards you.

"H/N..." You looked at him as he removed his lab coat, throwing it on the patients bed. You giggled at his actions, as he leaned down to match your sitting height.

Your noses touched, as you wrapped your hands around his nape. You looked at the man above you, his eyes closed as he holds onto your thighs for support. You leaned in, and gave him a short kiss before quickly pulling away.

"Yah, make it longer!" H/N glared at you.

"Hmm... should I?" You mischievously teased.

H/N rolled his eyes, before kissing you. You quickly responded to the kiss, your hands slowly moving up to the back of his head, touching his soft hair (if he's bald I'm so sorru 💀) His hands transferred to your waist, pulling you up so you both can stand.

You whined in the kiss, as H/N makes you sit down on the patients bed as he continued to kiss you. Your hands tugged at his hair, wanting it to go further, until H/N abruptly stopped, looking at his watch.

"I have to go now..." He whispered against your face. You whined softly as you gave him puppy eyes and a pout.

"I'll treat this little make-out session of ours as a good luck charm." He smiled, before giving you a chaste kiss.

He pats your head, quickly grabbing his coat, then leaves the room. You were left in his office, alone. So you decided to use this opportunity to read his notes.

...

You spent at least 4 hours reading all his patient notes and studies, extremely intrigued. You heard a knock on the door, making your heart skip a beat due to the shock.

The door was immediately opened, worrying you. "Dr. H/L/N I need some- oh." One of your colleagues, Nurse Satomi had caught you in the act of reading your husbands notes.

"Ah~ Nurse Satomi!" You laughed, "I was here to get some notes for Dr. H/L/N! He told me to do it before his surgery ends which is at least..." You stopped for a moment to check your watch, "30 minutes from now!"

"I see..." Nurse Satomi smiled. "Let's go out together, shall we?" You offered, Nurse Satomi giving a nod in response.

You both exited the room, heading for the operation center. You and Nurse Satomi waited outside, and talked about the patients of a recent car crash.

You noticed a little girl and a woman, which is most probably her mom, waiting on the set of seats across you. You assume that they're the family of the patient H/N is operating.

You stare at them for a while until Nurse Satomi asks you a question that made you jump.

"Are you dating H/N?" She asked

You saw the woman and little kid look at both of you, shocked. You slowly turned to look at Nurse Satomi, who was waiting for an answer.

"N-no, not exactly dating..." You said in response.

Nurse Satomi suddenly gasps, "Then you're siblings?!"

"No, we aren't." You chuckled. "Then what are you both? Why are you so close?" She raised her eyebrow as she crossed her arms.

"We're uh- we're-"

"Dr. H/N!" The woman earlier suddenly called. Your husband and his assistant doctor during the operation came out.

"Oh how is he?" She asked your husband. "He's doing fine. We removed the tumor, so now he just has to rest here for about a month so that we can run tests as well just incase of any problems or casualties." H/N said. "Oh thank you so much doctor!" The woman bowed.

"No problem ma'am. Thank you for trusting me." H/N bowed back.

H/N then finally noticed your presence, and excused himself.

He walked towards you, reaching his hand out for you. You took it, and stood up. He bowed to Nurse Satomi before he linked arms with you.

"Let's eat?" You asked him. "I have to change clothes first, dumbass."

You looked at his clothes and gasped. "Oh you're right!" You laughed.

…

You and H/N walked to the doctor's shift room, and you waited for him to change. He came out in his doctors gown and you were confused.

"You have a shift today?" You asked. "No, I don't. I just felt like wearing it."

You scoffed, "Your first operation got into your head didn't it? So now you feel like a real doctor now huh?"

"Hm, I guess so~" H/N teased.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, walking away. "Hey, wait up!" H/N caught up with you, taking your hand and pulling you to face him.

Your heel turned, almost tripping, until H/N caught you by the waist.

"So clumsy..." H/N smiled. You furrowed your eyebrows, fixing yourself to stand properly.

"S-stop teasing me." You mumbled. H/N giggled, as he pulled you in for a kiss.

"Dr. L/H/N, Nurse L/H/N! What are you doing!" The head nurse shouted as if she witnessed a murder.

All the people around turned to look at the two of you. Embarrassed, you suddenly ran away, H/N following behind you.

"Y/N! You'll be working overtime for this!" The head nurse shouted as you ran away.

And that is how the whole hospital found out about your marriage. :)

The end. (Be ready to suffer btw)

[multiversxwhore]

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October 30th 

There’s a lot of things I typically don’t remember as Bruce Wayne, the majority of my memories are of the chaotic nights I spent as Batman. He remembers everything; Gotham’s shadow is what Nina calls him, hmm…Nina. She’s been training to fight with Selina in some dark back alley, I check in on them every once in a while. Selina is tough on her, but Nina needs the extra push, her new found strength is going to be helpful against her older sister, Reya Gordon. 

I’ve never been close enough to Reya to understand her motives behind starting this underground operation. Why she’s working with goons, and having them kidnap mothers, and young children. I have been extremely underestimating her, according to their father, Reya is Nina’s half sister. They have different fathers, as to who either of their biological dads are…I haven’t found that out yet. Nina’s birth certificate originally didn’t have a father’s signature, nor did Reya’s. Once Gordon signed those adoption papers, it canceled out any other speculation so the public didn’t look any further into it. I’d have to pay another visit to the iceberg lounge to get more information, until then, I have to be Bruce Wayne. 

“I assume you remembered the birthday bash  Ms. Gordon  didn’t ask you to throw?” Alfred came in through my office door, he’s voiced his opinion about Nina, and I more times than I can handle. He thinks I should tell her about Batman, he even argues the point that she may already know about it. Which is doubtful, Nina’s an awful liar. 

“Of course I remember, I don’t have too many friends with their birthdays on Halloween Eve.” I closed the journal, and sat it to the side for now. There were more thoughts I had to jot down, I’d have to look at the tape from last night again to remember a few details.

“You don’t have many friends in general, Master Wayne.” Alfred so kindly reminded me, I was going to reply, but the phone rang from my desk, cutting me off. 

“Nina.” I could feel the corners of my lips turn upwards at the sound of her heavy sigh. She hated mornings, almost as much as I did, but she pulled her way through it in order to get things done. I’ve always admired her efforts. 

“I know we were supposed to have lunch together, but can we push that back? I forgot I was supposed to check in on the kids today.” I took a moment to think about it, the first thing that popped into my head was not something I was really looking forward to. But I opened my mouth before I could stop myself. 

“What if I went with you?” Alfred paused his ‘cleaning’ to stare at me, yes I suppose it was out of character for me to do something like this. 

“Wait…really? Bruce you never come out of the house…are you okay?” Her concern is laughable, if she knew how frequently I was out of the house all the time, especially at night, she’d faint. 

“I’m not allergic to the outside Nina, besides, I’m sure the social workers would love to report this to the press.” I was pushing my luck going out with her like that, but Nina being seen with me at The Gotham Orphanage would be good for both our images. 

“Alright then, I’ll be over in a few.” She hung up on her end, I sat there for a while thinking about my hasty decision; I wanted to kick myself, but I couldn’t take it back now. If there is anyone I’d want to come out of my shadows for, it would be her. 

“What about the party, you invited a lot of guests, should I push back the time just in case?” Alfred offered, for a second I thought about canceling all together, but this party was necessary for her image. 

“No, we should be back in enough time.” Getting up from my seat behind the desk, I went to the closet to look for a change of clothes. I dreaded the idea of wearing a suit today, maybe I’ll just wear a button up, and dress pants? 

“Casual is probably best Bruce.” He offered, I turned to look at him over my shoulder, and Alfred threw me an encouraging smile on his way out the room. 

I sighed heavily, “Casual it is then.” 

Around noon, Nina finally showed up, Dory, a new hire, opened the front door, and greeted Nina with a sweet smile. 

I meet her half way into the foyer, she greets me with a smile, and reaches her hand up to my cheek lovingly. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles. “Happy Birthday. I whispered leaning in closer to her, she smelled warm honey, and pastries. 

“I brought you some apple tarts from the bakery, I usually only buy one, but I splurged.” She smiled sheepishly, showing me the paper bag under her coat, her attempt to keep it warm on the long walk up to the front door. 

“A whole twenty dollars, that is wild.” I teased, despite me paying for all her living expenses now, she still treats spending money like it’s something that’s going to kill her. I found out a while ago that she would go for a week without buying groceries; it was extremely difficult to convince her to allow me to take care of her finances. I want her to move in here, but I think I would have to kidnap her in order for that to happen.

“Ms. Gordon, Happy Birthday, you look not a day over twenty.” Alfred complimented her, the corner of his lips turned upwards into a tiny smile, his eyes soft, and full of love. 

“Thank you Alfred, 24 years old, and you still call me by my last name.” She rolled her eyes half heartedly, I wrapped my arm around her waist, and pulled her in closer. She didn’t cringe away, instead she nibbled away at the puff pastry. 

Should I pack a light supper, Sir?” Alfred waltzed over to us, his hands clasped together, I thought about it for a moment before I gave my answer.

“Actually, yes that would be great.” I glanced down at her, she wasn’t making a fuss out of me changing my mind, and going with her. I assumed she was still stunned by my decision to come out of the house during the daytime. Even though she was dressed in her usual business casual clothes; the brown color schemes of her outfit blended in with the honey hue of her skin. I could stare at her all day, I’d rather stare at her all day, and I did wish we had that kind of time. “The kids are going to be so happy to see you, especially this one young man, Robin. He talks about Batman all the time.” She beamed brightly, though I wish Batman wasn’t anyone's idol, he’s not exactly a paragon. I wasn’t sure what to say, I didn’t want to disappoint Nina with my disdain for The Dark Knight having an admirer, but I also didn’t want to cosign it either. 

Instead I chose to ignore it all together, I called Alfred who was in the kitchen giving orders to the staff.“Alfred, do you think you could make a bigger supper?” I could hear his voice before I saw his face, he rounded the corner from a connecting hallway; his eyes dropped to Nina, and I connected hands. Neither one of us pulled away, there was no need to, even if we tried to hide our feelings for eachother from Alfred, it would be no use. He knew us both so well, we could lie to everyone else, but not him. “Well how much bigger sir? Don’t tell me your appetite is back?”  

“I’m sure the children, and staff would enjoy an afternoon feast—

“Bruce— 

“Though you’d have to deliver it if possible, Nina, and I should be on our way there.” I cut her off again, I knew what she was going to say, but I wanted to make up for my absence at least once. “Of course Master Bruce.” Alfred nodded his head, then retreated back into the kitchen. 

“That isn’t a good idea, these kids need consistency, not some rich billionaire throwing his money around, and  leaving them there.” Nina scolded me, she took a step back from me, even when her face twisted into a scowl, her features remained seraphic. 

“It’s not like that and you know it.”

“Yes Bruce, I  know it, but they don't.”

“What can I do to fix it, just tell me what you need from me, and I’ll do it.” I pleaded, if it weren’t for Nina, I wouldn’t be bothered, I couldn’t afford to be bothered, but she cared so much. She was so good at expressing her feelings, and communicating. I knew if she was the one taking charge, I wouldn’t veer off the path. As Bruce Wayne, I needed that angelic guidance. 

“Let’s talk about it on the way there?” She was already halfway to the back door that led to the garage, her lips pressed together, a frown settling onto her face. 

“Fine, but we’re taking the Tesla.” 

[on-noon]

short story: a Countdown to Magic Prolouge

I look down at my list, check the address. This is the house. Makes sense too, the old houses are the ones with weird taxes, and this definitely looks old. That "no magic allowed inside" sign doesn't seem legal, but I work for the city, not my dad. So it's not my problem.

I knock on the door.

I knock again, louder. There's chatter coming from the inside, so they're definitely home.

It doesn't look warm outside, I should probably get inside soon.

Someone comes behind me.

"What're you doing just standing outside?" the man says

"I knocked the door and was waiting for an answer."

"Who knocks on the door to an inn?" he goes inside, pushing the door open without much care. I follow him.

An inn?

There's a desk in front of the door with a sign on it that reads "wait here to check in." So I wait.

This girl, who couldn't be more than fourteen or sixteen comes and asks "Are you waiting to check in?"

"No, I work for the city, tax collection to be specific, so could I talk to whoever owns this property?"

"That would be my dad, but he's not home yet, he should be back by the time the countdown ends. I also know where all the paperwork is for taxes though, and can pay them if they're due before than," she says.

"The taxes will be due in one and half months, so before the countdown ends, yes. Isn't there an adult here who can handle this? Isn't some watching you?" Hopefully she's not alone, that would probably be child abandonment, and I'd have to go report it to the Mage Society, especially for that long.

"My neighbor's here as the adult, she should be back in a couple hours, but she'd have no idea how to handle any of the tax stuff."

I guess I have to deal with this child now.

"Okay, go get the receipt for when this house– this inn was bought."

"Follow me," she says. "And this house was never sold, so I'm going to show the other paperwork instead."

This building is oddly far out of town for the property to have never been sold. If I remember correctly, this area should have been part of the area where the city sold the land to the first people who built on it. Either that or it was a farm.

"I don't think I've seen this on the list of properties still with their original owner, but I guess I can look at the certificate. I'll have to verify it though, with the city's paperwork."

The rate for the few properties that have never been sold is set so cheap that we have to make sure there are no scammers. And of course we can't just change the laws.

She leads me up a ramp, through a sliding door to a dark room filled with mostly papers, and a few random objects.

She looks at a few different papers, then hands me a box. "That's our sales records for the year."

She goes deeper into the room.

"Wait, I don't need your sales records. I just need the certificate stating this as a never-sold property, along with a family tree or something to show the line of inheritance."

I don't even know how she came up with needing sales records for taxes.

She comes back with another box of papers. "No, we do need the sales records. You must be a different tax collector than normal. Here's the agreement my great-great-whoever made with the city."

I look at the paper. It seems to be a page long legal document. As I read it though, it starts to get interesting. It claims they never joined the city, but to avoid joining the city agreed to pay a portion of their sales in taxes?

How have I never heard of this?

"I'll need to go look through the city's archives, you understand, make sure this claim is legitimate."

I take the streetcar back to the city archives, the site of the old city hall. I don't know where to look for this. Usually I only need to look at the property records. Would this be shown on maps? Maybe if I can find a map of the city from that time.

I thought I knew how to handle anything now. I read through the entire tax code. All of it, all the fraud types and punishments, all the odd historical exceptions from back when they would just change the law if they had a problem.

And the head collector trusted me.

I look at maps of the city from the time, but I can't tell. None of them are at any useful detail, or technically aren't maps of the city limits.

Where would they put the papers showing the growing of the city or whatever?

I thought I was familiar with the city archives, but I have no clue where to look.

I pack up the maps, they aren't useful, and notice some blood on one of them. I look down at my hands. A papercut. Great. And I got blood on the old documents. I flip through the maps, luckily I only got blood on two of the maps.

I go down to the desk, "Eaohg, I was looking through the maps from the times Lathp Hills was added and got a papercut. I accidentally dropped some blood on two maps, it didn't obfuscate any information."

"Okay, thanks for telling me. What were you doing with the maps anyway? Tax collectors usually only care about the property records," she says.

"There's this one weird case, they claim to not be in the city and have some weird agreement. But I don't know where I'd find anything to support that. But how could you make that up? She had even this whole thing about taxes based off of sales?" I say. Hopefully Eaohg will take pity on me and help.

"That would have to be the Weynild's, I think that was mentioned maybe in one of the thousands of other documents in here they're mentioned in. You might find whatever agreement in the Mayor's room, third rack."

"Weynild? Who's that?" Surely she misinterpreted. That girl couldn't have been mentioned in any of those documents. So maybe she was tricking but based off an existing tax agreement we had with someone else?

"The Weynild's are the family that run the inn in Lathp Hills, but that inn has been around longer than anything else in the area. Longer in fact than when Lathp, whoever they were owned the land. And they show up in a surprising amount of records. It's a whole thing. But yeah, Mayor's room, third rack is where the document you want should be."

I easily find it, once Eaohg told me exactly where it was. A copy of the agreement that girl gave me. So know I have to go back, and look through all those records of sales, calculate five percent of that and collect the taxes. No problem.

Except it's snowing now. And I guess it's late enough I can justify ending my workday now. I take the tram home, also I guess the streetcars over to Lathp Hill aren't enclosed, but these trams are, so I made probably the correct decision. I still want to finish the case, though.

When I get home, my mom's painting. Mountains, like in her hometown.

She only says she was worried about me, did I get frostbite, she saw the snow.

I hold out my hands. "Doesn't seem so. Just a papercut."

She doesn't ask about my job. Eventually Horatio comes home, from wherever he was, and he goes straight to reading his magic theory papers. They're for the level of people who study that stuff, they can't be interesting. And then my dad comes home, late again.

He brings the food, so we set the table and get to dinner.

Horatio talks about his magic theory, what he read in those papers. Dad doesn’t even know what he’s talking about, but he does mention that at the Mage Academy here, they need someone to teach magic theory. He almost outright offers Horatio a job somewhere he’s not even qualified to be a student at yet. Horatio took way too long to pick up on it.

I mention that I found a new weird exception in the tax law.

And no one responds, they just keep eating their dinners.

The next day, I’m the second one to leave, after Horatio. I get to Lathp Hills, and this time I just enter the inn, no awkwardly waiting around.

I quickly find that girl, and she brings me to the sales records. I look through a couple random sheets, make sure all the numbers add up on those, make sure there’s no lowering the count between sheets. I even remember an off statistical rule to try and tell if the numbers are made up.

I didn’t make certain they weren’t scamming, but I checked. And besides, the amount they ended up paying in tax was much higher than probably it would be based on property value.

I leave, and look back at the property, try to guess a value.

They've still got the "no magic allowed inside." Which even if they can somehow get out of paying taxes the normal way, they can’t get out from under the authority of the mages. The sign looks old, but surely it could have been removed in the hundreds of years since the Mage Society took control of the city.

But they’re not in the city, not quite.

Maybe I should tall my dad or someone who works under him.

But then would he care about a weird tax situation?

[bitchpleasebitchthankyou]

Miss Manners on: Mommy Ageism

Q: On behalf of older parents, I would like to inquire how to handle being mistaken for my children's grandmother. (Granted, the ages involved make it technically possible for me to be a grandmother to my tween and young teen sons.) Please note that where I live, a lot of moms are older, so I mostly get these assumptions and questions when traveling. A border officer almost became combative when I pushed back against him calling me "Granny" in front of my sons. And I am still stung when I recall a 60ish woman sharply but rhetorically questioning me in front of my sons during an otherwise pleasant visit to a tourist attraction: "You're the mother?!!!?" The cutting harshness of her tone still hurts. (People often say I look youthful; apparently, she disagreed.) I have also experienced this in a few business settings. Personnel should not always assume a middle-aged woman is a grandmother, rather than a mother. How should older moms and dads respond in these sorts of scenarios?

Miss Manners on: By saying, "I'm their grandmother's daughter."

Your Head Bitch says: Oh my god, SO rude. It reminds me of the time my friend's child responded 'But you're OLD!' when I told her I didn't have any children. You'd think grownups would know better, but apparently not. I think in a less charitable moment I might have responded 'I didn't realize I needed to travel with their birth certificates as well' but I think sassing a border guard is perhaps not the smartest call. I think you have two main options. The first, incredulous: 'Yes, of course? Why would I lie to you about this?' and then silence and an anticipatory stare until they realize (hopefully) how rude they're being. Or two, a little more jokey: 'I didn't think I looked quite THAT bad when I left the house this morning...' It think between those two you should be able to cover most eventualities and make people realize they are being, and I cannot emphasize this enough, FUCKING RUDE. Jesus. Miss M's solution also works for the more literal among us, and I imagine has its uses as well.

Where's Alexis when you need her?

[captawesomesauce]

If anyone is wondering what I’m up to today...

Learning more about Disaster Preparedness and Response, especially using GIS and Remote Sensing through an open learning class by the World Bank Group.

[moonlight-frittata]

I Don’t Need a Mechanic

Overwatch: Dva and Brigitte (a few others make appearances)

Word count: ~5500 

My take on when Dva meets Brigitte and the first month or so of them getting to know each other on base.

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Six months Hana Song had been a part of Overwatch, and during that time she set a very strict precedent that no one, not even Winston or Athena the AI was allowed to touch her mech, Tokki. So seeing the back of someone inside the cockpit as she entered the Watchpoint Gibraltar hangar made her blood boil. 

“Excuse me!! What the hell are you doing??” 

The person’s body jerked, their head banging against the low roof of the cockpit ceiling they wedged their torso inside. Hana heard a short mumble of something incomprehensible and a long, thick ponytail of red hair retreated from the mech in a hurry. A very tall, buff young woman around Hana’s age emerged blushing with a sheepish grin.

“Ah! I’m so sorry, I couldn't help myself. I’ve always wondered what these Korean models looked like up close. But in hindsight I really should have asked first.”

Her accent was European, but it was hard for Hana to place with any real certainty. Could have been Scandinavian, remembering some of the players from Finland she competed against back in her pro days. 

“Yeah, you should have fucking asked.” 

The crimson hue on the tall, possibly Finnish trespasser’s cheeks faded and she held her ground, not scared off yet by D.va’s harsh tone.

“Right. Won’t happen again, I promise,” she said. 

Dva scoffed a bit and pushed past the buff intruder to look inside the mech to inspect if anything was out of place. A moment of stuffy silence passed between the two and Hana hoped the other girl would get the message and leave.

“I’m Brigitte Lindholm by the way.”

Hana let out an audible huff as a familiar freckled face appeared looking through the glass on the other side of her heads up display.

“Oh. Yeah, Fareeha warned me a new girl was joining,” Hana replied from inside the cockpit while she busied herself checking Tokki’s systems. 

“And you’re Hana Song, right?” Brigitte continued lightly, clearly unperturbed. “Or do you prefer to go by D.va?”

Hana paused at the mention of her gamer tag turned call sign. 

“It’s Lieutenant Song, actually.”

Brigitte raised an eyebrow at the curt reply, her smile fading to a neutral expression. It only dipped for a moment though as she extended her hand. 

It was an awkward gesture to shake hands from inside the mech, even though the front of the cockpit was partially open near the joysticks. Hana looked at Brigitte’s outstretched hand and gentle smile on the other side of the glass. Was this a joke? She pursed her lips and sized Brigitte up for a few tense seconds before reaching out. The grip was firm and Hana’s hand practically disappeared in Brigitte’s large palm.

“Lieutenant Song. It’s an honor to meet you.”

Hana sighed and rolled her eyes, a little of the bluster going out of her at the sincerity in Brigitte’s tone. Satisfied that no harm had come to the mech, she backed out of the cockpit.

“Just call me Hana. That rank doesn’t really mean anything here anyway. Lena will probably make fun of me if she hears you calling me Lieutenant.”

Brigitte walked back around Tokki to join her, a lingering hand tracing over the pink exoskeleton as she moved. “I’m surprised she doesn’t make you call her Captain.”

“Oh, she’s tried.”

Brigitte laughed. 

“Sounds about right.”

D.Va chuckled for a moment, briefly disarmed by the new stranger, before she remembered how this person was rudely poking around her stuff only moments before, and snapped back into her gruff demeanor. 

“Lindholm, you said? Like Torbjörn Lindholm?”

Brigitte sighed, clearly used to this connection.

“Yes. Genius engineer of Overwatch 1.0, founder of Ironclad Industries, husband to Ingrid, and father of way too many children, including yours truly.”

“So, you grew up in an Overwatch family?” Hana asked as her full attention focused on Brigitte for the first time in their conversation.

“You could say that,” Brigitte said. She picked up a silver ratchet resting on a nearby worktable, spinning the head around between her fingers and levering the handle back and forth, testing the weight distribution of the tool in her hand. 

Hana could tell there was more to the story than her new teammate seemed willing to let on. She found it interesting that Brigitte, who had been all candid smiles a moment ago when she was caught somewhere she shouldn’t be and oversharing to someone she just met, was now hand waving around the subject.  

Overwatch kids are pretty up their own asses about 1.0 normally. Wonder what her deal is...

This was what Hana was known for back in her pro days. Seeing a flaw in an opponent’s defense and breaking it wide open. But she needed to remember she only just met this girl, who would soon be her teammate. Maybe save that for another day. 

“Well, Lindholm. As long as you stay clear of my mech, I don’t see a reason we should have problems working together. What’s your specialty?”

Brigitte perked up at the change of subject.

“Support. Both base level engineering support and in the field. I've got my bachelor’s degree in mechanical engineering, and I’ve been working on Reinhardt’s gear for over a year now. Angela - I mean, Dr. Ziegler, is training me to be certified as a field medic.” 

“Tough job. Think you can handle the gore?”

A wry smile pulled at Brigitte’s lips, her head shaking back and forth in a small, bemused gesture as she placed her hands on her hips. 

“You don’t pull any punches do you, Lieutenant Song?”

D.Va crossed her arms, holding eye contact with Brigitte who matched her gaze with amusement. 

“The best shot caller in the world is just a loud piece of shit if her team isn’t up to the same standard. So yeah, I like to know who has my back and if she can handle herself.”

Brigitte regarded D.Va for a moment, her jaw working back and forth as if chewing on the approach she wanted to take in response.

“I’ve been patching up Reinhardt for a while now. If I’m honest though, I’m scared it’s not going to be enough one day. But that’s not what I need to focus on, and instead I’ll do the best I can to support the people here.”

The plain way Brigitte shared her apprehensions left Hana uncomfortable. She couldn’t imagine telling someone out loud she was afraid, especially on her first day. Though in truth, she herself felt scared shitless half the time while doing this work.

Brigitte’s smile was back. Did it ever leave that pretty face? It did suit her though, framed by the freckles and warm brown eyes. If this girl wasn’t built like a literal tank of 6 foot something muscle, Hana might have more apprehension about sending her out to fight Omnics and Talon. 

“Well Lieutenant Song, I think I’ve taken up enough of your time with my intrusion. Fareeha and Winston will be missing me very shortly for the rest of their planned orientation schedule,” Brigitte said as she carefully placed the ratchet she previously picked up back on the workstation, breaking the spell of awkward silence.

D.Va smirked, feeling tension leave her shoulders to match Brigitte’s playful demeanor. 

“Mmm, well now I understand why you were hiding down here.”

“Yes they are indeed quite enthusiastic and thorough with their material.”

She gave a wink and started to walk away, turning briefly to call over her shoulder.

“I noticed there was a small coolant leak under the left fusion cannon. Might get a bit sticky on the left hand.”

“Bye Brigitte, enjoy your 300 page orientation manual quiz.”

Brigitte waved once more and turned around, already so sure and familiar with the layout of the hangar and the base.

She’s just another Overwatch kid, and just another nosey engineer trying to get in my mech.

Hana lingered by her workstation, picking up the ratchet Brigitte had been fiddling with and thinking over their brief encounter again. 

Would this girl be a liability on the battlefield? Brigitte looked strong on the exterior, but then, so did Tokki. If you took away the mecha armor, inside was just a squishy human target bullets and fire could cut through like paper the second she was exposed and vulnerable.

Hana took a deep breath.

She walked around to the left fusion cannon and did indeed see the signs that a coolant leak was backing up inside the casing. Pretty subtle to spot with minimal visible damage to the exterior. 

Not bad, Lindholm.

D.Va pulled her headphones on, turning to her latest loop of pop songs to blast while she went to work removing the panels on the cannon to replace the broken coolant line. The task felt good, and helped her mind drift to thoughts other than her conversation in the hangar.

---

Hana didn’t see much of Brigitte the next few weeks. The new recruit was busy with training and learning mission protocols expected of field agents in addition to shifts with Mercy in the clinic to  fulfill the certifications Brigitte was required to complete. Hana would see her sometimes at dinner, often in a spirited conversation with Reinhardt or Lena. It seemed to take Brigitte no time at all to fit in amongst the old guard, but it seemed that’s what being the favorite niece of pretty much every person here would get you. 

Hana would half listen to their stories, always feeling awkward and out of place amongst their banter. Overwatch was like a family, but she was more like the stranger invited as someone’s plus one. Everyone seemed to have an ingrained familiarity with each other. A single word could trigger a whole series of anecdotes every person around had some personal insight to add on to. 

Remember this! 

Oh how is so and so?  

Damn, that was 5 years ago already? 

Even on her squad in Korea, she never had what they people here seemed to have. Dae-hyun was a close childhood friend and followed her into the MEKA squad, but the other pilots were a different story. There was always a bit of friction and distance with the rest of her teammates because of their history as pro-gamer competitors forced into an arrangement as teammates. It never really gelled beyond cordial coworker relationships. Hana’s celebrity status didn’t help either, only adding another barrier between herself and the others. The fame of D.Va closed her off in access to most people unless they were on the other side of a screen, and then they only saw a polished up version of herself. 

Not exactly the best way to get close to people.

Sometimes she was curious to learn more when she heard the Overwatch stories, but she always stopped herself before saying anything. It was easier to pull out her phone and queue up a game. Easy to pull back and ignore them, and usually they left her alone to do it.

She was okay with that. She was okay with keeping Hana and D.Va separate. She was okay with only polite greetings and trite platitudes. She didn’t need to know about the times from before, or what her Overwatch teammates did on the weekends. She just needed them to listen to her in the field and leave her room to make her plays. Like every time she started a new game, she didn’t have to focus on the past, or what others thought, she just had to focus on the objective in front of her. It’s what got the job done and what kept her alive.

---

Brigitte kept her word to stay out of Hana’s mech. She set up her own work station on the other side of the hangar where she worked on Reinhardt’s gear as well as her own. Hana would sometimes see the blue flash of a shield out of the corner of her eye over the hum of diagnostic scans or smell the burn of sparks from welding. 

One day curiosity got the best of her when she heard the loud, repetitive pounding of a hammer on metal and she wandered across the hangar. 

“You’re doing that by hand?”

Brigitte stopped working when she heard the voice behind her, the deafening echo silenced on the metal shoulder guard she was beating against.

“On this armor I do. Reinhardt’s gear is special from the time it was made. It has to be maintained with some older techniques.”

“Why?”

Brigitte looked at her surprised for a moment then laughed, loud and warm. 

“You know, I wondered the same at first. It’s a bit of the way this armor is made, modern techniques can be too harsh on it, interestingly enough. Too precise and it becomes too fragile.”

“That doesn’t sound true,” D.va said.

“Oh, questioning my methods huh? Well, maybe the truth is more I didn’t originally have the right gear out in the field, and Reinhardt didn’t have much modern tech either, so the only way to do it was by hand. But it’s nice actually to keep doing it this way, I like getting my hands dirty with it. Helps me relax.”

“See that I believe.”

“Well, I’m glad I have your approval, Lieutenant Song.”

D.Va rolled her eyes, but smiled a little.

“I told you before, you can just call me Hana. Although, I do like the respect of authority.”

“Lieutenant suits you.”

Hana smirked a little at the complement, turning to pick something up on a nearby table. She picked up one of Brigitte’s gauntlets, slipping it on her hand. Her arm sagged under the weight, the glove coming up well above her elbow.

“Is it exhausting wearing all this armor? How do you run around with it on? I can barely lift this thing.”

“There’s movement assist when the unit is turned on. But I mean, I think I can handle it.” 

Brigitte smirked as she made a show of flexing her well defined arms, and Hana couldn’t help but gawk a bit before she turned back to fiddling with the glove. 

“Um, yeah I uh, noticed you seem to be in good shape.”

“Oh yeah?” Brigitte was smirking, clearly enjoying the slight fluster she was causing in her new teammate. Hana put the glove back on the table and gave Brigitte a light shove on the arm.

“Oh give me a break, you know you’re buff. Do you even own a shirt with sleeves?”

“I’m very familiar with OW 2.0’s handbook, and the dress code is quite lax about on-base personal attire. But, mostly I just like hearing you complement me.”

Hana rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m glad you’re strong enough to move your ass around in this armor so you can protect my blindspots while I’m doing all the real heavy lifting.”

Brigitte laughed again. Hana couldn’t help but smile too at the warm sound. Brigitte’s whole face lit up, and her eyes crinkled around the edges. No wonder she was the favorite niece.

“Fair. I’ve seen your battle footage and some news clips when you were back in Korea. You’re so strong, I doubt you even need me.”

“Ah, another fan of D.Va. Well, who can blame you,” Hana said with a flick of her hair. She continued to walk around Brigitte’s workstation, picking up random pieces of armor. Brigitte didn’t seem to mind.

“Actually Reinhardt was the real die hard D.Va fan. We used to always have a stash of the instant noodles with your face on them in our rig. Great shelf life. I’m surprised he hasn’t asked you for an autograph yet.”

“Well he’s one to talk! Did you know, when I was a kid there was a Reinhardt special edition line of noodles? I remember I tried them once and they had such a weird flavor. It was like ketchup and curry powder or something. He had a pretty big fanbase in Korea actually.”

“Hah! I didn’t know that, but I’d believe it. There’s been so much Overwatch merchandise over the years, I’ve lost track. They were such celebrities back in the day.”

“Yeah.”

Hana knew a thing or two about having her image used for propaganda. She wondered for a moment what it was like for Brigitte, growing up amongst the same environment, but removed from the center of it. An image of her laughing in the cafeteria with the old guard flashed through her mind. She decided it must have not been too bad, and refrained from asking the question.

“Okay well, I’ll leave you to your meditative, hammer time. I need to get back to my mech anyway, I’ve got a mission tomorrow morning,” Hana said, turning to leave. Brigitte let out a long sigh, slumping into a chair. 

“Oh, it must be nice to leave the base.”

Hana stopped in her tracks, curious again, hearing such an outburst from Brigitte. She turned around and poked one of Brigitte’s large muscles near her shoulder.

“Oh come on, don’t be dramatic. You’ll be done with your training block soon. Fareeha is just, really particular before she lets anyone out on a mission. It took almost two months, and me breaking every score in the simulators for her to let me out in the field.”

“I know, I know. It just sucks sometimes feeling like everyone is being overprotective of me. I can handle myself, I’m not a little kid.”

Hana couldn’t help but give a little hmphf sound, her lips pulling down at the corners. 

“Yeah, I get that feeling. You can’t speed up time though, you just have to grind it out.”

Hana wasn’t normally one for listening to whining, but she thought Brigitte looked quite cute while she pouted, her arms crossed tight against her torso and her lip jutted out. It was hard not to laugh at the sight a bit, but Hana held her tongue. She really did know how it felt to want to prove yourself.

“Hey come on, there’s plenty of work you’re doing here that’s valuable. And when you’re ready, you’ll get called up and out there with the rest of us.”

Brigitte took a deep breath, seeming to blow out the negative feelings in one dramatic sigh. When she straightened up in her chair she seemed to be in better spirits, smiling at Hana again.

“You probably know better than anyone how to do that. Thanks Lieutenant, I’ll try. Let me know if my hammering gets too distracting. I can always go find something else to do.”

“It’s fine. I hardly noticed.”

“Well in that case, I’ll just be over here until dinner time.”

---

A few days later Hana almost threw her computer across the hangar. 

“Why is this piece of shit so useless!”

The MEKA diagnostic program she used to keep Tokki up to date was crashing every five minutes when she tried to run a scan of the system. It had slowly been degrading the last few weeks and after the latest mission it apparently decided it had enough. She tried every trick she knew, both from working on the mech for years and everything she could think of on her personal gaming rig, but she only had rudimentary coding skills and was vastly out of her depth.

“Everything okay?”

Brigitte’s gentle voice called out from a few feet away as she had stopped her own work to come see D.Va’s meltdown.

“Everything’s fine. Except I’m going to have to go throw this piece of crap, and then myself, in the ocean.”

“Sounds like a costly solution. What’s going on?”

“It’s fine. I’m fine, I don’t need anyone’s help.”

She could feel Brigitte’s sympathetic look burning into her cheek and hated it.

“Okay no problem. I’m around though, just let me know if you want an extra set of eyes.”

Hana stared at the email she had sent to Dae-Hyun the day before that still had no response. She knew her mech’s hardware inside and out, but he was the one who really handled all the intense computer program internals. She was out of her depth here and needed him to call her so she could get this thing working again, but he wasn’t answering. Maybe he was deployed somewhere or too busy with a social life now that she was gone. 

She had decided to come here for Overwatch. So maybe she should trust Overwatch.

“Brigitte, wait a minute.”

The other girl paused and turned, only having walked a few feet away from D.Va’s workstation.

“I could probably use some help here, if you’re still offering?”

Brigitte smiled, but it was more muted than her usual mega watt grin. Hana appreciated that she wasn’t making a big deal about it. 

God, why is this girl so nice.

“Definitely.”

Brigitte walked around the workbench where Hana set up her computer station and listened to the general description of the problems. As Hana started clicking through screens to show the protocol she usual ran, Brigitte held up a hand to make her stop.

“I understand what you’re saying, but looking at the text, I can’t read Korean. Does it have a translation setting?” “I doubt it. This thing was only meant to be used by the Korean MEKA squad.” Hana felt her stomach drop at how quick her hopes of getting this programming running were already dashed.

“Well lucky for us, Overwatch has some very robust translation tech we can utilize.” “Really? It’s not the AI is it? I’ve been so resistant to letting her in my computer.”

“That would be one possibility, but there are some more localized options we have. I’ve had to do this once or twice on one of my papa’s projects.”

“How long will it take?” “Don’t know! Could take a while, I’m not going to lie to you, especially with your program already acting buggy. But don’t worry Lieutenant, we’ll sort you out.”

Hana groaned, already having major doubts about letting Brigitte mess with her tech. But she didn’t have a lot of options, and this was probably the least embarrassing choice on the table at the moment. 

Brigitte moved back and forth between D.Va’s workstation and her own across the hangar, gathering cables and a laptop she would use to debug the system. Hana watched over Brigitte’s shoulder for a while, monitoring her work to get the translation program working on the MEKA diagnostic software. 

“Where’d you learn to do this type of thing?”

“Back in college. I had to learn a certain amount of coding for my major, but I helped out Winston some in his lab on campus and he taught me a lot of tricks too.”

“Jesus, is there literally anyone on this fucking base you don’t have some personal connection with?” 

Hana stepped away from the computer and dropped down into an empty chair with a huff, spinning the chair on its axis in erratic circles.

Brigitte stopped typing and watched Hana’s tantrum. “It bothers you that I’ve got a close connection to Overwatch?”

Hana did not reply, but crossed her arms and let out a frustrated sigh. Brigitte’s gaze held her for a moment but eventually shifted back to the computer screen as she seemed to weigh her thoughts on how to respond.

“Why did you leave the MEKA squad to join Overwatch?” she asked finally. “It doesn’t have the best history as an organization, you know.”

Hana stopped spinning to look at the side of Brigitte’s face, who’s eyes were still trained on the laptop screen. “Well it’s better to actually be in a fight than on the sidelines.”

Brigitte stopped what she was doing and turned to face D.va. “You’re the best pilot in the MEKA program. Why would you be sidelined?”

Hana let out a bitter laugh. “Best pilot? I was more than that. I was the face of the fucking Korean army! Which eventually meant I was too valuable to be an actual soldier.” Hana stood up walking to the end of the workbench, reaching out to touch one of her mecha’s guns. She couldn’t see Brigitte, but she could feel the other girl watching her.

“I got real banged up in a fight with the Gwishin. Like, probably should have died kind of banged up. I was out of action for months. After that, the army realized they couldn’t let the poster girl for their success stories die in an actual fight. So they moved me off the Busan base and deployed me to lead baby fights happening inland, but whose sole purpose was really just a photo op.”

Hana balled her fist in anger at her side, remembering how awful it hurt seeing images of herself on television in all those epic battle sequences, reporters singing praises of heroism, only to know the real truth that it was all a fabricated lie. She couldn’t stand it.

“So when Winston and Lena came to my apartment and asked me to join the new Overwatch, it was a no brainer. My piloting skills are too valuable to just be sidelined in a studio with a green screen.”

The MEKA squad team was fairly understanding when she told them. The same couldn’t be said for her commanding officers, but as D.Va, the amount of influence and money at her disposal proved sufficient for a smooth enough transition.

“I believed this was my shot to get back in the fight. So even if there’s some bad history there, this is a new chance for me, and I am ready to deal with any fallout.” 

Text whizzed by in the background of the computer screen as the console spat out a continuous stream of logs from the program Brigitte fired off as she listened in silence. 

“I never liked Overwatch. I still don’t,” Brigitte finally said.

Hana turned to face her, very confused. 

“Really? But, you’re like, one of the legacy kids.”

“All that means is I know more of the gritty details and seen firsthand the way people I love were chewed up by this place.”

Hana’s brow furrowed in thought, crossing her arms as she focused on Brigitte. Hana had been so taken in by all the happy scenes in the mess hall and around the base, she hadn’t even thought about the implications and complications that must have been a part of Brigitte’s life. She was so good at always putting on a bright face, how could she have known? 

Brigitte took a deep breath, looking weary as she took a moment to gather her thoughts. 

“When I was a kid, it was like I was one of those audience members you talked about. I was told all the best stories about heroes and villains, and it so happened that my family were literally starring as those heroes. But when I was a little older, I started learning more about history, and the other side of things. The PETRAS act. In fighting and war crimes. Blackwatch. Angela’s medical tech weaponized against her wishes, by my own father it turns out. Winston and Tracer buried under so much red tape, I’m honestly surprised they were ever allowed to leave a military base of their own free will. And Reinhardt... He’s a lot like you, I think. Brave, loyal, too stubborn to be just the face of a movement without putting his own skin on the line. Not when there’s something bigger than himself he believes in.”

A deep sigh, and an almost painful expression crossed her face.

“So no, I don’t like Overwatch. But I also can’t sit on the sidelines while they risk their lives, knowing I can help them. They’re my family. So here I am. Family can be complicated, ya know?” 

Before Hana could come up with something to say, the computer dinged behind them. Brigitte tapped on the keys, reading quickly when a smile crossed her lips. 

“Look at that, perfectly legible Swedish.”

“It’s fixed?” Hana hurried over to look at the computer screen.

“Well, the translation program is running. Now I need to actually debug your diagnostics program.”

“Ughhhh, I’m never going to leave this place.”

Brigitte chuckled. “Don’t worry, we’ll get it done. Feel free to go get some dinner if you want. This will take a while.”

“No way I’m going to leave you here all alone!”

“I promise I won’t touch Tokki.”

“It’s not...it’s not that, Brigitte. I just don’t feel right strolling off to dinner while you’re stuck here fixing my shit.”

Brigitte smiled.

“Okay. I definitely don’t mind the company.”

---

Hana tried to keep up with what Brigitte was talking about as she debugged the code. And she could follow along, for a while. Eventually she was way too lost to feel useful, and didn’t want to distract Brigitte while she was fixing the issues, so she retreated to a nearby futon against a wall. It was well past midnight, and Hana’s eyes were starting to droop. Brigitte drank one of the Dva branded nano cola energy drinks a while ago and seemed to be completely in the zone. 

The next thing Hana knew there was a strip of bright light in her eyes as the sun started to stream in through a window in the hangar. Hana stretched to pull out the discomfort her back protested with from not being in her bed, but it was really not that unfamiliar, considering some of the positions she’d fallen asleep at her gaming computer before. A blanket was draped across her body she didn’t remember picking up when laid down on the futon. She was all alone in the hangar and her watch told her it was just after 5am. 

“Brigitte?”

No one answered.

She sat up, noticing an unopened water bottle and energy bar laid out on the ground beside her futon with a little sticky note.

“Give it a go, Lt - Brig”

Hana scooped up the rations and dropped in front of the dark screen of her laptop. When she started up the terminal screen, her diagnostic programming kicked off like it normally did. All in Korean. 

The screen showed exactly where an electric circuit was tripping in the defense matrix grid of the mech, which had been glitching in the field the last few days. Hana noticed the parts and tools needed to complete the fix laid out on the workbench neatly, but when she poked her head in the mech, it remained untouched.

She smiled to herself.

“Kept her word to stay out of Tokki. These Overwatch kids are too much sometimes.”

D.Va pulled the panel off her mech and got to work.

----

At dinner that night, Hana spotted Brigitte in the mess hall with Reinhardt, Tracer and Winston. Brigitte gave her a wink when she noticed her. Hana got her meal and sat beside her, leaving her phone in her pocket for once.

“Thanks for the help with Tokki, Brigitte. Works like a charm now.”

“It was my pleasure, Lieutenant Song.” Brigitte’s smile was kind, her expression gentle and warm. Hana noticed this close up Brigitte’s eyes were lighter around the edges, and she had a few more freckles on her left cheek than the right.

“Did I just ‘ear you call ‘ana Lieutenant?” Lena cut in. “She’s ‘Lieutenant’, but I can’ get none of you to call me Captain? Double standards round ‘ere, I tell ya what.”.

“Well, Hana was a more recent officer in her respective position, while you have been discharged from the RAF for several years now.”

“Who’s side you on Win!? Those ranks don’t expire!”

Brigitte chuckled, whipping her head around to look at Tracer’s shaking her hand dramatically in the air, eyes downcast in an over acted, scandalized look. Hana also let out a small giggle.

“Your rank on the flight simulator scoreboard sure did,” Hana said, poking her tongue out with a playful smirk at Tracer. Brigitte, Reinhardt and Winston all laughed.

“She’s got you there, Lena,” Brigitte said.

“The youth of today. Ruthless.” Tracer grabbed a fist over her heart as if shot in the chest by a bullet.

“You know, back in my days of Overwatch…”

Reinhardt started in on one of his specially tailored stories for whatever situation was at hand, this case a very detailed recount of the first time he granted a field promotion in the Crusaders. Brigitte sighed, correcting inaccuracies she heard along the way, giving a wink to Hana when Brigitte’s presence in the story was pulled into the story much later on.

Lena took up the torch after that, remembering a time she accidentally flew into restricted airspace and managed to sweet talk her way out of being shot down. They all took turns sharing more elaborate one ups from their time before Overwatch. Hana even volunteered a story, sharing the time she convinced Dae-hyun to set Tokki up to stream a battle with the omnics. She broke her single day subscriber count in under one hour.

They all laughed well into the night, and for the first time Hana really started to feel like part of the team.

---

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Taking Chances Chapter 4: Unexpected (Bonding)

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Bruce Wayne felt lost. This wasn’t an unusual feeling for him, but he wasn’t particularly fond of the events that led to him feeling lost. First, he found out he had a daughter. Yet another child that he hadn’t known of their existence. Then, he acted as Batman. He researched the girl and found that her school situation was...less than ideal. As was the supervillain situation in Paris. The girl- his daughter- had been targeted several times. Sometimes the Akuma went after her from the start. Other times, she was unfortunate enough to be in its line of sight when it was on a rampage. Any way you looked at it, she was in danger. No, the biggest mistake in researching her came with the phone number for the bakery run by her parents. Two lovely people who had raised her and taught her right from wrong. Something he hadn’t done. Their phone call was what left him feeling lost. They hadn’t demanded that he stay away from his daughter- from Marinette. No, on the contrary, they thought it was a great idea for the two to bond. Especially once Bruce had mentioned his other children. 

“Marinette was distraught when the only information we could give her about her birth father was his name.” Sabine had said, adding to Bruce’s confusion. 

“You had my name but didn’t reach out?” Bruce asked, trying (and failing) to figure out the situation. 

“We didn’t have much to go on. Just your name and that you were American and worked in business. Bridgette didn’t give any specifics, and back then it didn’t really matter. I assumed Bruce Wayne was a common enough name, especially in the US.” Sabine replied simply. The rest of their conversation had gone similarly, with Bruce growing more and more lost until the end. They hadn’t even suggested a DNA test (though he was planning on asking Marinette, just so that they could be completely certain). They just wanted Marinette happy. Even if it meant meeting and bonding with the man who hadn’t known about her existence. 

---

Marinette Dupain Cheng was not having an easy week. No, her week was sucky. In fact it was beyond sucky, it was shitty. So many things were happening at the same time, and she was just grateful that she wasn’t currently in Paris, since she was certain she’d be akumatized. From being attacked by the Joker for simply looking like a Wayne, to meeting Batman who was just as angry in person, and then figuring out Bruce Wayne really was her dad and accidentally calling him Batman, to fighting an Akuma by herself (one that she could barely handle) and then to top it all off, Adrien is Chat Noir. And Adrien has a crush on her, as Marinette. And apparently has for at least a month. Oh and now he knows that she’s Ladybug and so last night was filled with her Chat Blanc nightmares all over again. The cherry on the top of this mess was the fact that the class was practically ignoring her. She was sure they weren’t doing it intentionally and that they were just kinda distracted by Lila’s tall tales of Gotham. Tales that include her dating one of Bruce Wayne’s sons. She wouldn’t clarify which one, which was probably for the best. They two closest to their age were 12 and 19. Neither a great option for the 15 year old Italian. A shrill ringing tugs Marinette out of her thoughts. Glancing down at the unknown number attempting to call her, Marinette silently prayed that this would turn her shitty week around. 

“Hello?” She answers, wincing slightly at the way her voice sounds after a night filled with screaming and crying from nightmares. 

“Is this Marinette Dupain Cheng?” A deep voice asks. Marinette frowns. 

“Um, yes?”

“Good. This is Bruce Wayne and well, I’m not sure how to-”

“You’re my dad.” She blurts out, face instantly heating up. “Oh crap, I mean, um-”

“Well yes. I do believe I may be your father. I was in contact with your parents earlier, to ask about boundaries and such. Your mother says that you had shown interest in meeting me and seeing how we’re similar?” He says, the question clear in his voice. Marinette opens her mouth to respond, then frowns. 

“Just like that? We’re gonna meet, just like that?” She asks, hoping that her distrustful tone doesn’t push the man away. 

“I’ll admit that I was going to ask if you would mind a paternity test. After speaking with your mother, I have no doubts, but I thought it might make you feel better. And of course, if you would prefer to just act as though I didn’t speak to your parents and go on with your trip, we can do that as well. I just- I was caught off guard, if I’m being honest.” Bruce Wayne- her father- says. 

“I’ll do it. I- I would like to get to know you. I can’t have a relationship with Bridgette, but if my parents are okay with it, I do want a relationship with you.” Marinette admits, holding her breath as she waits for an answer. There’s silence on the other end for a long moment, but just as Marinette’s about to apologize and tell him he can go and pretend she doesn’t exist, he answers. His voice a little softer this time. 

“I would like that.” 

---

The paternity test came out positive, to no one’s surprise. Bruce had given Marinette the option of meeting somewhere more public (like a restaurant or museum) to bond, or coming over to the manor. Not quite ready to deal with the possibility of paparazzi and the rumors (no matter how true they may be) that would stem from a public visit, Marinette agreed to going to the manor for dinner. Which is how she ended up sitting in silence in a town car with a man who seemed like he knew more than he was letting on. 

“So, you’re the one who raised Mr. Wayne?” Marinette asks, not quite ready to call the man “Dad” or any variation of the word. The man nods and she meets his eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“Indeed, Miss. I am Alfred Pennyworth.” The man, Monsieur Pennyworth, says calmly. She tries not to let the frustration that she feels building show on her face. She feels like she should know this man, like there’s something important that she’s just barely missing. 

“Have we met before?” Marinette finally asks, racking her brain as she tries to figure out why this man is so familiar to her. 

“I don’t believe so, Miss Dupain Cheng.” He says, and for the first time since meeting him, it doesn’t feel like he’s all knowing. Instead, it feels like he’s just as confused as she is. Drat. She opens her mouth to question him more, when the huge manor becomes visible in the distance. Eyes widening, Marinette forgets everything else and turns her attention to the beautiful architecture. The giant fence and metal gates do little to hide the massive house. Sections of the house rise above others, almost as if there are towers. Dozens of windows are visible, as is the giant fountain at the front of the house. Ripping her sketchbook out of her bag, Marinette immediately starts sketching out the ideas that attack her mind. Dresses and suits and skirts, all using the architecture in front of her for the basic shapes of the outfits. As the car goes past the gate and the gardens come into view, Marinette can’t hold back her shocked gasp. Shaped hedges and flowers, hundreds of different colored flowers, and trees and- it was beautiful. Almost too perfect. Like something that belonged in a movie. She jumps slightly as the car door is opened, Alfred standing on the other side with an eyebrow quirked up. Right. She was actually getting out of the car. And going into this massive house. And spending time with her biological- nope. She can’t do this. She can’t- 

“Miss Dupain Cheng, if it makes you feel any better, Master Bruce seems to have run into some traffic on his way back from the office. You’ll have a few minutes to gather your bearings inside before he arrives.” Alfred says softly. Relief washes over her and she nods, finally moving to get out of the car. 

“Thank you, Alfred.” She says, smiling at the man. He nods back at her before leading her up the steps to the door. He opens it and then steps back, allowing her to take a tentative step into the house. Her previous panic is pushed aside as she realizes the inside is just as gorgeous as the outside. Immediately turning back to her sketchbook, she tunes out the world around her and just stands in the foyer, scribbling furiously into her sketchbook. 

“Um, hi?” A voice says, making Marinette yelp and jump, eyes scanning her surroundings until they fall on a guy. A pretty tall guy. 

“Hi.” She says softly, also confused as to who this guy was. Not her- dad-biological father-other part of her DNA-father-Mr. Wayne- not anyone she had ever met, that’s for sure. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Dick Grayson.” The man says, extending his hand, a smile on his face. Anyone else probably would have thought the smile was sincere, but Marinette had always been good at reading emotions. And she could tell that he was wary of her. Why would he- oh. Grayson. As in, Richard Grayson, as in this man was her brother. Or, well, maybe he wouldn’t want to be. Maybe he would think that she’s ridiculous or that she’s just here to get money or here to try and pull apart Mr. Wayne’s family or maybe he would think that she was trying to take his place and she would never but maybe he would hate her and- She takes in a deep breath, trying desperately to ground herself and wishing she’d taken up Adrien’s earlier offer of him coming with. 

“I’m Marinette. Marinette Dupain Cheng.” She finally says, reaching out and shaking his hand. He nods, obviously still confused. So Mr. Wayne hadn’t mentioned her. Did he hate her? Did he ask her here to have her sign a NDA? Did he not want anything to do with her? Of course he wouldn’t, he obviously already had a family. A family that he chose, not one that he had by accident. His name was on her birth certificate, surely he would have found her sooner if he actually wanted anything to do with her? He chose Dick Grayson to be his son. He wanted him. He didn’t want Marinette. He-

“Ah, Marinette. I see you’ve met Dick.” The last voice she needed to hear says calmly as he walks through the door. Marinette swallows back the thickness in her throat, the one that tells her the tears will be starting soon. 

“Uh, yes. Mr. Wayne. Um, hi.” She says, flinching slightly when he winces. What did she do wrong this time? Was he really going to tell her to take a hike? If he didn’t hate her before, he surely did now. 

“Bruce, what’s going-” Dick starts to ask but is cut off by screaming voices getting closer to them.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Demon Spawn?” 

“Not my fault your blocking skills are subpar, Todd.”

“Sub- you almost stabbed me, you little shit!”

“Almost, yes. But I didn’t. I’m sure Father will be pleased with my restraint.” 

“You little fu-” “Boys!” Mr. Wayne finally yells as the two screaming walk into view. Both freeze and the younger one’s eyes instantly fall on Marinette, narrowing as he takes a defensive position. 

“Another one, Bruce, really?” The older one asks, making Marinette flinch back. Of course. Two more of his sons-her brothers- who he chose. Another two that he wanted. Not like her, someone he was going to be forced to know. Unless he told her tonight that he never wanted to speak to her again and made her sign a paper saying that she would never contact him again and then they would never have to worry about seeing her again and- oh this is a lot. 

“What were you two doing?” Mr. Wayne finally asks, and that’s when Marinette sees the weapons in their hands. And the blood on the older man’s shirt. The man turns slightly so that that part of his shirt is hidden when he notices her staring. 

“Uh, bonding?” He says, not at all convincing. 

“Who is that, Father?” The younger boy asks, the utter distaste clear on both his face and in his tone. And this is it. This is where he’s going to say that she’s no one, she’s nothing, and then he’s going to make her sign that stupid piece of paper and the last chance she has at knowing one of her biological parents is going to fly out the window. Poof. And then she’ll be so embarrassed, she won’t be able to go back on the trip and then she’ll have to change her name but she can’t completely run away yet because of stupid Hawkmoth and-

“This is Marinette, my daughter.” Well that was unexpected.

Next

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[storiesofsvu]

Just What I Needed

Warnings: Language, mentions of smut, mentions of SVU type cases. Rita Calhoun x fem!reader A/N: This is part 3/ the final part of our mini Coyote Series. Pr 1 here. Pt 2 here.

It also covers the “free square” on thatesqcrush ‘s Vday bingo. Using the song “Just What I Needed” by The Cars.

The elevator doors slid open and you stepped out into the hallway, following the noise over to the squad room, immediately feeling out of place surrounded by cops, business casually dressed detectives and the even more well dressed lawyers. Despite you and Rita continuing on your casual shenanigans over the past couple of weeks you hadn’t been privy to this side of her life aside from a second meeting with your brother, and you weren’t really sure how to handle yourself in a new environment. Pausing in the doorway you caught Amanda’s attention as she was passing a perp off to a uni.

“Blondie?” You were taken aback,

“Hey.” She smiled, “are…you meeting Rita or did something happen at the bar?”

“Rita.” You replied, following her into the bull pen as she gestured to her desk, “you’re a cop?”

“Yeah.” She half laughed,

“Wish someone would’a told me that before I was free pouring and over serving all night.” You laughed back, taking a seat on the corner of her desk, foot propped up in the empty chair.

“Hey, that’s not my problem. I was just there to help Rita out, and considering you’re here now I’m taking that it worked?”

“If by worked you mean I fucked her so good in an alley she immediately took me home and neither of us got anysleep, then yes, it worked.” You smirked, plucking a donut hole from the box on her desk.

“Good for you.” She laughed.

“Thanks.” You smiled, “if you guys are friends I feel like I should actually know your name.” You teased and she laughed.

“Amanda.” You shook the hand she extended, “though that was the first time we’ve ever really spoken outside of work. And considering I’m pretty sure Vixen isn’t on your birth certificate…” You cackled out a laugh,

“It’s y/n. Management doesn’t like us giving out real names, especially with social media nowadays, way too easy to get stalked.”

“I can only imagine. I’m surprised a case hasn’t come through here yet.”

“Mm, we’re all pretty careful. Door guys have to walk us to our car or cab, especially if we’re off early. When we’re working closing they do a handful of sweeps around the building to make sure no one’s lingering around. We’re all trained in some form of self defence, when it hits capacity in there if a bouncer’s not paying close attention shit can go down pretty quick and it’s way to harder for them to get through a tight crowd than us. Takes a certain kinda girl to work there.”

“Yeah my sister wanted nothing more than to work there when she graduated.”

“Is she in New York? I could swing her an audition?” Amanda practically cackled at that,

“Trust me, you want her nowhere near you. She’s currently on the run and there’s a warrant out for her arrest.”

“Woof. I mean, I feel you, my brother’s out on bail right now, it’s the only reason I met Rita.”

“She mentioned that.” Amanda cocked a brow, “her clients are usually pretty high end.”

“Mmm.” You swallowed a sip of the red bull you’d cracked earlier, “drug charges. I just wanted a really good lawyer ‘cause he just finished his parole over the last stint in jail.” You rolled your eyes, “fucking idiot.”

“Your parent’s not supportive?”

“Small town Utah…they somehow support the drug addicted felon more than the lesbian, but we’ve both been basically shunned since high school.” You shrugged, “honestly, doing better without them anyways.”

“Aren’t we all.” Amanda agreed, her gaze jumping up at the sight of Barba and Rita near bickering their way down the interrogation hallway, “there’s your girl.” She smirked. Your head turned, pushing back your hair with your free hand as you caught Rita’s eye, a small smile breaking out on her cheeks, happy that Barba was headed off to Liv’s office.

“I thought you were at work?” She greeted softly as she approached Amanda’s desk and you half laughed, sighing.

“Turns out management deeply frowns upon teeth marks on our thighs…considering they’re eye level with the customers…I got sent home.” Amanda did her best to not howl with laughter considering you were in the middle of the squad room, knowing Rita would probably kill her if she brought attention to the situation, Rita’s cheeks immediately flushed as she awkward laughed out an apology.

“I’m so sorry.” She winced and you shrugged.

“I just came by to drop this off.” You pulled her wallet out of your bag, “you left it on the table at lunch, I figured you’d probably need it.”

“Oh fuck, thank you.” She took the item from you, tucking it into her own purse.

“Alright.” You hopped off Amanda’s desk, “I’m gonna run to the gym, I’ll see you guys later.”

“The gym, really?” Rita quipped.

“I’ve gotta burn off this red bull somehow.” You laughed, “see ya blondie.” You winked at Amanda before vanishing from the squad room.

“Ya know..” Amanda started, “if she’s gotta burn off that red bull, why don’t you go after her.”

“Rollins…” Rita warned with a glare.

“Hey, I’m not the one fucking in a back alley Counsellor.”

“You know, I am completely regretting letting you have any knowledge of my personal life.”

“I’ve gotta keep entertained somehow.” Amanda smirked at the woman as Barba popped out of Liv’s office, calling Rita over to the two of them. She gave Rollins a nod and made her way across the room.

*

You were glad you had the gym to distract yourself with for the next hour or so, especially after being cut from work. The little visit to the precinct had thrown you off more than you’d expected, your brain started to overthink everything the second you stepped back into the elevator.

The time you’d spent with Rita was more than enjoyable that was for sure, but it had always kind of been, in the dark, so to speak. After the first night you spent together things had started to become more of late night meet ups, Sunday afternoon brunch in bed kinda thing. Your schedules were basically opposite, though you worked a few of the day shifts during the week meaning your evenings were free. The bar was open until 4:00 a.m on a daily basis which meant you usually met Rita for a coffee while she was on her way into work. At least during the week it didn’t open until 2:00p.m, and you were able to meet up for lunch before you went in (like today). Everything was still very casual, you were sure Rita hadn’t mentioned you to anyone aside from Amanda, and you certainly didn’t tell your brother you were banging his lawyer. A couple of the girls from the bar had asked about your visitors but you’d shaken it off as new friends. Things just seemed like they were up in the air and could come tumbling down any second.

You’d barely shucked your workout clothes off into your laundry basket when your phone pinged with a text from Rita.

‘Wanted to say sorry again about costing you a shift. Can I make it up with dinner?’

‘You don’t have to.’

‘I want to. Please?’

‘Okay. I just got home, still have to shower and get ready though.’

‘Where about are you?’

‘Lower East, not far from the bar.’

‘I’ll finish up here and come pick you up?’

‘Sure.’

You rattled off your address to her, letting her know to just come straight up when she got there before throwing a playlist on and heading into the shower. After drying off and slathering yourself in moisturizer you slipped into a pale blue lingerie set, one that you’d reserved for non work days. It was cute, trimmed in lace while still being a much more comfortable cotton and much less showy than your work stuff. You pulled a mini robe on overtop, leaving it loose while you started on French braiding your hair, figuring it was easier than dealing with a blowout right now. It wasn’t much later that you heard Rita’s knock at the door.

“It’s open!” You yelled, the sound of the door clinking confirming that she did hear you, her heels clicking on the floor as she followed the music to the open door of the bathroom.

“You know you shouldn’t leave your door unlocked right?” She half teased.

“I had to buzz you in.” You shrugged, wrapping an elastic around the end of the second braid and she chuckled.

“You have a very strange habit of sitting in weird places, you know that?” You glanced down,

“It’s closer to the mirror.” You laughed.

“You’re practically in the sink.” Rita teased, moving into the room, this time greeting you with a soft kiss. Her eyes drank you in, despite the previous dates this was the first time she’d seen you not in work mode, currently barefaced, the coyote personality hung up and your own fully shining through.

“Guess it comes second nature to dancing on the bar.” You kissed her quickly, “I won’t take too long to finish, promise.” Rita kissed your cheek gently,

“Take your time.” She stepped back, taking a seat on the closed toilet lid, a small smile on her face as she watched you swiftly work through a basic make up routine.

“Hey…sorry about just showing up earlier today, I should’ve just called about the wallet.”

“Sweetheart it’s fine.”

“I just don’t want you to feel like I’m taking up all of your time or anything.” You murmured, “or like..out you at work. ‘Manda said she didn’t even know you liked women til the night you guys came to the bar.”

“I could count the things I know about Amanda on one hand.” Rita chuckled, “I simply choose to keep my personal and private lives separate.” You cast her a look that reminded her she just confirmed what you’d said. “I don’t mind you coming around and wasting all my time.”

“You sure?” Your brow furrowed as you turned to her.

“Yes.” She smiled warmly, “are you back stepping because of coming into the precinct today?”

“Guilty as charged.” You replied, swiping on a couple coats of mascara. “It was…unsettling? I guess? I mean, your world is all detectives and highly educated lawyers. Like, you went to Harvard…why would you be interested in spending time with me, I’m just a bartender from Orem.”

“First off…you are far from just a bartender.” She smirked, though you missed it, your eyes on your reflection as you started your brows, “and it doesn’t matter where you’ve been. You’ve managed to make it on your own, you’ve got a job you love, you’re renting a gorgeous loft. I enjoy spending time with you, even if it means I only get you for a coffee in the morning, those moments are precious. There’s something incredibly intriguing and absolutely wonderful about you sweetheart, that sparkle, it makes me want nothing more than to spend time with you.”

“You mean it?” You turned to her a melty looking pout on your face that she nodded at.

“Yes.”

You climbed off the basin with such grace Rita couldn’t understand it, settling easily across her lap as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

“You really wanna spend more time with me?” You quipped, a smile on your lips as you met hers in a soft kiss.

“I really do.” She murmured against you, kissing you delicately, “starting with dinner.” You pecked her gently,

“Guess I should go put clothes on then.”

“I mean, I don’t mind what you have on now.” She smirked and you chuckled.

“Only if we’re staying in.” You took a pause to kiss her again and she shook her head.

“Absolutely not. I want to show off the girl I hope to call my girlfriend one day soon.”

“Mmm..guess I should wear something nice then.” You made time for one more kiss, “and I own the loft.” You giggled, climbing off her lap and she huffed out a laugh.

“That’s exactly what I mean!” She called after you as she followed you to your bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. Watching as you slipped out of the robe, grabbing a semi casual cocktail dress to tug on, instinctively she stepped toward you, her hands deftly pulling the zipper up for you.

“Thanks.” You smiled, pecking her cheek before grabbing a cardigan, “shall we?”

You extended out your hand to hers, only pausing to slide on a pair of heels and lock the door before making your way out to the street. It was safe to say that neither you nor Rita had ever expected to cross paths in life, much less end up together for longer than a night or two. It took a bit of an adjustment to workout your schedules once you were officially a couple, but you made it work. You were beyond thrilled when Rita never once asked you to sacrifice one of your weekend nights at the bar to accommodate her, knowing that they were the busiest and when you made the most money. There were a lot of lunch dates, a lot of briefly stopping by her office during the day, or picking her up outside the courthouse for a quick dinner before you left for work.

But that was the thing, neither of you minded the extra work because what you truly wanted and cared about was each other and making time for the other person didn’t feel like a feat, it felt like the absolute right thing to do.

After a very exhausting Thursday close shift you sleepily stumbled into Rita’s apartment at all of seven a.m, catching her just before she left for the office. She’d left you a half pot of decaf so you could get some rest, and a plate of pancakes and bacon. You snuggled into her side while she finished her coffee, laying a kiss against your head as you murmured out to her.

“I guess you’re just what I needed.”

———

@yesterdaysgone

[bestiesenpai]

Lout - Naoya Zenin

Y’all ever seen that movie bad teacher with cameron diaz that would be me as a teacher lol also Naoya is a third year 18+ all that good jazz fun fact I’m actually allergic to minors so yeah even mentioning them breaks me out into hives, it’s disgusting they’re disgusting, would not recommend. 0/10 stars on google review and yelp also femme reader 3.3k words

Content warnings: noncon + dubcon, age gap(reader is obvi gonna be older than naoya lol), teacher x student shit, degradation, choking, noncon video taking, biting, spanking, not a mindbreak necessarily but there’s hints of that here

There was a problem child in your senior class and you weren’t even the main teacher. Stuck as a teaching aid until you could get full certification, it wasn’t even you that really had to bear the brunt of this student's bad behavior should the principal ask. Yet somehow, it was your duty to get him into line before he graduated in a few months.

Naoya Zenin couldn’t even pretend to care about his highschool reputation. All he focused on was being top of the class and making sure everyone knew who exactly was in charge. At an elite private school where his family had been generous donors for generations, Naoya’s behavior was almost expected.

Until he nearly put another student in the hospital after a fight. That was the final straw for disgruntled parents and students alike, causing a massive uproar and demanding action. And of course that call to action fell on your shoulders.

“Seriously? They stuck me with a fucking aide?” Throwing open the door to the office space assigned to you in the meeting, Naoya glared at you. It wasn’t that he particularly disliked you or anything, but he felt slighted that the school didn’t send a real teacher to talk to him.

“Have a seat, Naoya.” Standing up from the desk, you motioned to the lone armchair in the room. Walking in and slamming the door behind him, Naoya rolled his eyes as he flopped into the chair.

“Let’s make this quick, I’ve got a dive team meeting soon.” Looking out at the courtyard below, Naoya squinted against the harsh afternoon sun coming in through the windows. He wasn’t concerned with this meeting at all, wanting it to be over so he can go and impress some Olympic team scouts.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you rustled the papers on your desk. There were pages of notes on what you were supposed to say, how you were supposed to say it and a few forms Naoya had to sign as well, stating that he’d be on his best behavior until graduation.

“Naoya, you know why you’re here.” You started, unable to meet his pointed gaze as it flicked over to you. “You’re behavior has gotten out of hand and-”

“So what?” Letting his head loll back, Naoya shrugged.

“And you need to be held accountable for your actions.” You pushed through the interruption, feeling your cheeks heat up in indignation.

“Yeah? My family’s had the dean in their pocket since this school was founded, I doubt there’s much I need to be accountable for.”

“You can’t throw money at everything, you know?”

“Why do you think I take judo?”

“Naoya, please.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you mimicked him for a moment and leaned your head back. “We’re supposed to be having this meeting to reform your behavior. You did a really bad thing, you nearly killed that other student.”

“Reform? The board sent you to reform me? That’s a fucking laugh if I’ve ever heard one.” Letting out a boisterous laugh, Naoya slapped his knee. “How are you going to change me when you can’t even look me in the eye?”

“T-that’s not important.” Embarrassed, you forced yourself to make brief eye contact with him before shuffling your papers around again. “Look, can you just let me say what’s on these papers? Then you can sign them and be on your way.”

“I don’t think I will.” Crossing his arms, Naoya had the nerve to stretch his legs out and prop his feet up on the desk.

“Naoya-”

“I still think it’s hilarious that you’re here of all people. I mean, just look at you!” Gesturing vaguely to your form, Naoya laughed again. “Not even a real fucking teacher yet. Why don’t you go back to the little corner office you have and let the grown ups handle the big stuff?”

“I’m older than you!” This was bad. He was trying to rile you up and it was working. The control you already didn’t have on the situation was getting worse by the minute and both you and Naoya knew that the power balance between you was heavily skewed in his favor.

“Really? I couldn’t tell, you’ve got about as much gusto as an infant.” Giving you a once over, he sneered. “The only thing going for you is your looks and honestly, they could use a little work.”

“Hey!” Now your face was really on fire. Chuckling at your reaction, Naoya sat up a little straighter.

“Don’t get so upset, I know a pair of twins that would be more than willing to help you improve.”

“Can we just focus on the reason we’re here?” You wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. The chances of saving this meeting - and your dignity - were slim to none, but you still had to try.

“Right, right, this nonsense about ‘reforming me’.” Using heavy air quotes, Naoya dragged his feet off the desk and let them land on the ground with a loud thud. Taking another look out the windows, he started to undo the tie around his neck.

“Yes. Now, you’re going to sit there and just listen, okay? It’ll only take a few minutes, then you can go on about your day.” You were foolish to believe that you could possibly do anything to Naoya, let alone change his mind on something like this. All the high hopes you’d scrounged together before this meeting were utterly crushed when Naoya stood up.

“No, you listen.” In one fell swoop, Naoya pushed all the papers off the desk, waiting as they all fell to the ground and drinking in your shocked expression. “It’s almost insulting that you think you have any control over this situation, let alone me.”

“Sit back down, Naoya.” Your voice shook terribly as he rounded the desk. You weren’t able to push your chair away fast enough, and he was able to grab onto the back and spin you to face him.

“But teacher, I don’t want to.” He mocked, wasting no time in grabbing you by the throat and forcing you to stand. Clawing at his hand was no use, Naoya’s strength greatly outmatched yours and in just a few moments he was able to manhandle your arms behind your back and use his tie to bind your wrists together.

“Let me go, Naoya!” Thrashing against the desk you were now leaning on for support, a sense of dread filled you. Even if you managed to undo the tie, there was still the issue of actually getting out of the room and away from Naoya, and if his ease in handling you told you anything it was that that task would be impossible.

“Ya know, (Y/N)- can I call you (Y/N)?” He had a stupid grin on his face, pushing you to lean more on the desk as he stood in front of you. “You’ve talked a lot about reform and changing my behavior, but the only one I see here in need of an attitude adjustment is you.”

“Naoya!” Horror ripped through you as he yanked your top open, popping the buttons on your blouse and letting out a whistle at seeing your bra.

“(Y/N), I think you’re violating dress code right now.” Clicking his tongue, Naoya pulled your bra down as far as it would go. “I’ll have to give you a demerit.” Keeping one hand on your throat, Naoya pinched and twisted your nipple between his fingers.

You wouldn’t know it, but Naoya’s heart was beating wildly in his chest. The rush of power he usually got from presiding and dominating the other students was nothing compared to the power he felt now. This wasn’t even something he dreamed about doing, but you’d just given him the golden opportunity to really test his power at this school.

Lurching forward, Naoya sunk his teeth right below your jawline, somewhere he knew you’d have a hard time covering up the mark. The pained squeal you let out went straight to his head and right between his legs, making him bite you in another place and suck harshly on the skin.

Rutting his hips against your thigh, Naoya groaned as he trailed his mouth down your neck, leaving deep teeth marks that he knew would sting when you were alone at night later. Putting one of your nipples in his mouth, Naoya rolled it between his teeth and let drool drip out of his mouth and down your skin.

“Stop it, Naoya! Let me go!” There were strained tears in your eyes that refused to be blinked away. A flurry of slurred protests left your lips as his hand tightened on your neck, enough to have you gasping for air.

“Not until I teach you a little lesson.” He growled, leveling you with a single look. Keeping his grip firm until your eyes rolled back in your head, Naoya let go when he was sure you wouldn’t try to speak again.

Coughing and spluttering, there was little you could do with your fuzzy brain to stop Naoya from turning you around and bending you over the desk. Your face pressed into the hard surface and the wood dug into your face and hips as they were pushed forward.

Grabbing onto your bottoms, Naoya pulled them down until they were at your ankles, unceremoniously ripping off your panties and no doubt shoving them into his pocket. Your heated skin was exposed to the air of the room, making goosebumps pebble on your flesh.

“Ow!” The first slap to your ass was hard and unforgiving, making the tears in your eyes finally fall. “S-stop!” You tried to move your body away from the impending pain but it was no use, Naoya hit your other cheek almost as soon as you started to move.

“What’s wrong, teacher? Never had a bit of corporal punishment?” Laughing haughtily, Naoya grabbed your stinging skin in his hand.

“Ow, ow- N-naoya please, let me go!”

“Not a chance!” Slapping both cheeks in tandem, Naoya could feel the adrenaline going through him. There was no limit to what he could do in this moment, he could walk away and leave you like this, stranded for someone to find. Or, and he liked this option more, he could keep going, and save a few keepsakes for himself.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Naoya opened the camera with no hesitation. Taking a video of your heaving body, groping your ass and hips, spreading your cheeks apart to reveal your asshole, Naoya tried to keep the groan coming forward low.

“W-what’re you doing?” You could just barely see him out of the corner of your eye, and your blood ran cold upon realizing what he was doing.

“Say hi.” Shoving the camera in your face, Naoya grabbed your chin to keep you from turning away. “Smile for the camera, (Y/N), don’t cry!”

“No, no, no…” Your career is over. Your life is over. Everything you’d worked so hard for, your education, this job - it was going to be taken away if Naoya decided to share the video. You’d be blacklisted from ever working in a school again and you would definitely face legal trouble for being in this situation with a student.

Leaving you for a moment, Naoya propped his phone up on the windowsill, making sure the camera was capturing the both of you as he went back over. Giving a cheeky little wave to the camera, Naoya turned his attention back to you.

Pushing a hand between your legs, Naoya chuckled darkly at the slick that met the tips of his fingers. It was a miniscule amount, but enough that he could mock you over it. Dragging his fingers through your folds, he presented the fingers to you.

“Who knew Ms. (Y/N) was such a fucking slut?” Rubbing his fingers together, Naoya held his hand up to the camera. “Ms. (Y/N) likes it when I’m rough with her.”

“No...no I don’t.” Sniffling pathetically, you shook your head as best you could.

“Don’t lie, the proof is right here.” Wiping his fingers across your cheek, he made a show of pushing your legs further apart and putting his hand back on your cunt. Pinching your clit, Naoya bit his lip as you let out a high pitch whine.

He knew he’d meet too much resistance if he tried to shove his cock in straight away, so Naoya took it upon himself to prep you a bit. Rubbing your clit in tight circles, he leered over you and watched as you struggled to keep whimpers at bay.

“Don’t be shy, let the camera know how much you like this. We already know how much of a slut you are.”

“I don’t- I don’t like this.”

“Hm? Then why are you getting wet?”

“T-thats-” He had you beat there, the glide of his fingers was getting easier and a distinct wet sound was starting to take shape.

“No need to be shy, teacher. You can tell me you’re just a dumb fucking slut.” Pressing his lips against your ear, Naoya looked at the camera. “I know you see the camera, say it nice and loud for me.”

“No.” Shaking your head, a sharp cry ripped through you as Naoya hit your thigh. From the force of his slap you knew there’d be a hand printed welt on your leg.

“Say it.”

“I-I’m a- a dumb fucking slut!” You sobbed and the strength nearly left your legs entirely. If not for Naoya holding you up you would have tumbled to the floor in shame.

“Now was that so hard?” Standing up straight, Naoya was done stalling. Pushing a finger inside you, he deemed you ready enough to take him and undid the belt on his pants, letting them fall to his ankles.

Taking a second to himself, Naoya ground his clothed cock against your body. This opportunity was something to cherish and he was going to savor every moment of it. Taking a deep breath as pleasure made his spine ripple, Naoya pushed down his underwear and grabbed his cock.

“Teacher, I have a bit of a problem, won’t you fix it?” Naoya teased, rubbing his cock along your slit.

“Wait Naoya, you need protection.”

“Shut up. You’d be lucky to bear a child with Zenin blood, so count this as a gift from me to you.” Putting the tip in, Naoya let his head fall back and gaze down his nose at where your cunt was already sucking him in.

Ignoring your protests, Naoya pushed his cock in all the way, quickly bottoming out and nestling his hips snugly against yours. Planting his hands on the desk to steady himself, he had to take a few deep breaths before beginning to move again.

Putting a hand on the back of your neck to keep you from moving too much, Naoya pulled his hips back, looking at the way his cock glistened with your slick. Breathing hard through his nose, he pushed back in and started a steady rhythm.

“Shit, you’re so tight.” He grunted behind clenched teeth, the hold on your neck getting tighter as he focused on moving his body and not cumming too soon. The clap of his hips against your ass was music to his ears, a sound Naoya was sure not to forget any time soon.

The shame of being fucked by a student was heavy enough on your mind but the shame knowing you were starting to enjoy it was even worse. Keeping your eyes tightly closed, there was little you could do as Naoya pounded into you, the full length of his cock hitting places inside you that hadn’t ever been touched before by previous partners.

“Fuck!” The shout that came out of you was unrestrained, you couldn’t contain yourself as Naoya put his fingers back on your clit. Humiliation covered you like a thick blanket, almost choking you as much as Naoya was.

“I knew you’d come around, (Y/N). No one can resist a Zenin.” Smirking at your scrunched up face, Naoya wrapped his hand fully around your throat and pulled you up until your back was nearly flush with him.

The new angle had a loud moan coming from you and Naoya was close to cumming as well, he could feel his toes start to curl and tingle. His mind was starting to get foggy, and the hold he had was starting to slip from the sweat building up between you.

“Make sure not to waste what I give you, okay? It’s special.”

“You have to pull out, Naoya. You have to!” You couldn’t get pregnant by a student, especially one as high profile as him. Humming against your ear, Naoya shook his head.

“No, I don’t think I will. This is the last part of your attitude adjustment, I need to make sure you remember it.”

“N-naoya- pull out-” You stuttered as your orgasm washed over you, making your back arch and angling your ass perfectly for Naoya to cum as well. Making sure his cock was as deep as possible, Naoya let you fall back onto the desk as he rutted into you.

Biting you on the shoulder one last time, Naoya stayed inside you until his breathing went back to normal and his cock went soft. He had sweat clinging to his body and his uniform was wrinkled beyond belief when he stood up.

Fixing his clothes, Naoya undid the tie around your wrists and watched your arms limply fall to the side. There was no doubt you were sore, he’d given you enough marks to last a week. Smoothing a hand over your still stinging thigh, Naoya stepped away from you and laughed as you fell to the floor.

“Ya know, maybe this meeting was beneficial after all. Wouldn’t you say, teach?” Toeing at your spent body curled up on the floor, Naoya drank you in one last time before going to his phone and ending the video.

Gathering his things and answering a few texts, Naoya grinned as you hobbled to your feet. You avoided looking at him, opting instead to try salvage your own clothes and make sense of the world again. The sun was still shining brightly in the sky and if you held your breath you could hear the distant sound of students on a baseball field.

“Well, I’ll be going now.” Naoya threw open the door, startling you.

“Wait.” Reaching out to him, your eyes went straight to the phone in his hands. “That video-”

“Don’t worry, I won’t show it to anyone, I promise!” Crossing his fingers for dramatic effect, Naoya tucked it away into his back pocket. “Stay out of my way for the rest of the school year, and I’ll delete it when I graduate.”

You couldn’t trust his words and you both knew it. There was no way Naoya would let this be a one time thing, now that he’s gotten a taste for it. He would only continue to take what he wanted from you, making your life hell until he left the school - he wouldn’t let you leave before him.

“Fine.” But it was all you had to go on, so you nodded your head and accepted your fate.

“Fine.” Nodding curtly, Naoya stepped out into the hall with a wide smirk on his face. “See you in class later, Ms. (Y/N).”

[formerdirectioner]

It’s stupid that this is still being talked about and people are posting misinformation for their followers seven years later, but I keep getting asks about it despite saying I’m not really around, so I want to make one post to fully sum up how child support, custody, paternity, and the legal system works. If you want to know why you should trust me over the larries who claim otherwise: You don’t have to. I can’t convince anyone to not believe what they would prefer to believe. But I did work for my state’s child support department for multiple years and I still have friends there to this day and in doing so, I had to know the laws in California as well for cases where parents live in separate states.

So first things first: Does Louis singing the birth certificate mean he is the father? Legally, in the eyes of the court, yes. And often, legality in the courts supersedes biological paternity. So let me break this down a bit. Usually, when a father is unknown or there is doubt in the paternity, the birth certificate does not get signed by a legal father. There is nothing stating a man’s name or signatures have to be on a birth certificate and very very often in cases of doubtful paternity, there’s not one. Names can always be added later: they can not always be taken off.

So you have three options for a father on a birth certificate. Option one, there isn’t one. Option two, the mother is legally married to a man who is then legally considered the father whether he signs the birth certificate or whether the baby is biologically his or not. This sounds ridiculous, but it happens more often than you think. In a situation where there is a legal husband and another biological father, if the biological father wants to have any custody/paternity/parental rights of the child, he will have to go to court. The same in the reverse situation where the legal husband does not want parental rights and therefore responsibility of the child. He has to take it to court.

And option three, the mother and father are not legally married, but the father signs the birth certificate. I’ll go purely based off California state law here. I’m not going to cite my sources because it’s one simple Google search away and I know most of y’all wouldn’t click on them anyway. Under California state law, for a man who is not married to the mother of the baby to put his name on the birth certificate, he has to sign a voluntary declaration of paternity or parentage. What that means is he has to sign a legal document that he agrees that the baby is his child and that he is accepting full responsibility of the child in exchange for parental rights such as custody and visitation. They also then can be forced to pay child support by the state. Honestly, this happens less than you think and the child support systems heavily favor the absent parent, whether it be man or woman. Because of this, in most situations, if a family can afford their own lawyers to handle child support privately, they will almost always do it this way instead. This is what Louis and Briana have chosen to do. That also means that even if a man is not biologically related to the child, he has still fully accepted legal responsibility as the father.

“But birth certificates are easy to change! He literally just needs to do a DNA test!” No. That’s not how it works. A lot of people, including biological fathers who want to get out of the responsibility of paying child support, think this is true, but it’s not. Once you have signed a voluntary declaration of paternity and put your name on a child’s birth certificate, you can’t just take it back. First of all, the signing of the document cannot be coerced. It also has to be witnessed by a notary if you sign it at any time outside of the hospital. It is not something that can be faked without being considered fraud. Once it is signed, genetic testing showing that the father is not biologically related to the child is not a valid reason in a court of law to undo the voluntary paternity. There are only two ways to undo this: File a form stating that you are rescinding the voluntary declaring of paternity within sixty days of filing it or challenging it in court. You might think “Oh, they’ll just challenge it in court then!”

They can’t. The only way to challenge this in court is to do so within two years of the date the declaration was signed. (If you were confused, Freddie is now six, so about four years too late.) Even within the timeframe, a father who wants their parental rights removed after signing this document would have to prove there had been fraud or coercion that forced them to sign in court. Not an easy task, but it could have probably been handled by a multimillionaire with a legal team at his side. But it didn’t happen. The timeframe passed.

So as of this point in time, there is Absolutely No Legal Way For Louis Tomlinson To Declare He Is Not The Legal Father of Freddie Tomlinson. Is it possible one day he will post a DNA test stating that the child isn’t his? Sure, I suppose, but it’s unlikely. People like to claim he has not gotten a DNA test because of sources like TMZ but refuse to acknowledge that family members of Freddie and other tabloids stated the opposite: That he had a DNA test done when Freddie was born and it came back that he is the father. They also try and claim his team denied having a DNA test. That’s not true. His team stated that the idea that he had not gotten a DNA test was “all part of media speculation” which, I think to almost anyone who is not a Larrie, sounds like a denial that the articles were telling the truth, not a denial of Louis getting a DNA test.

People like to point towards people like Drake and Tristan Thompson as signs of the “right” way for paternity scandals to happen, despite both men having very negative public images because of the way they handled their situations and humiliated their children and the women involved in the press. Louis and Briana handled things the way they should have: privately and in the legal system instead of in the public eye. In fact, both Louis and Briana made it clear they did not intend for the pregnancy to get out as quickly as it did, if ever. Unfortunately, someone (most likely a member of Briana’s family) leaked the news to the press for attention. That sucks! But it’s not weird or inconceivable. They’re a rich white Republican family in LA and they very clearly enjoy the attention, even if you exclude Briana herself.

Yes, the Jungwirth family sucks. Yes, Briana seems to have some really questionable parental views in regards to vaccinating her child. Yes, Louis lives in another country and cannot see his child as often as the Jungwirth’s do and doesn’t have primary custody. None of this is weird, even if it sucks. It appears that Louis is genuinely making an effort to be in Freddie’s life, even now when he is six years old and will definitely remember things like trips to England to spend Christmas with his father’s side of the family.

So when it comes down to it, if you genuinely believe that Louis is not Freddie’s father, you’re choosing to believe despite all the evidence to the contrary that Louis Tomlinson is a man who has committed illegal acts of fraud and exploited not just Freddie but multiple other children and people, up to and including getting them involved in a situation where they receive literal death threats, just to either stay closeted or to avoid having to go to court and possibly losing money in a case he would win because contracts forcing you to do things that are illegal (like fraud) are not able to be upheld in court. Not to mention how his management and company have changed multiple times now since Freddie was born so no one even has any idea who he would be being forced into this by.

I know this is super long and most likely will not get much interaction, but I want to get it all into one post that I can refer back to when I get asks about it in the future or so other people can share this with people who might be starting to genuinely question what they’ve been sold or held onto or convinced themselves of while they were a larrie. I know I can often be aggressive on this blog and the reasonings behind it are valid (at least to me, this blog was started due to the hatred that Larries, especially Amy, were throwing at Jay when she died, and so that bitterness as someone who lost their mother young has always stuck with me) but I also genuinely want people to see the other side that either gets blatantly lied about or not shared by Larries trying desperately to keep people on their side.

[justthehiddleswrites]

Accidently Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 7 | If anyone is taking my wife out on a date, it’ll be me!

A/N:  Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed).  It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will.  Keep your hate to yourself.  

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)

Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt.  Tom has an idea to solve all their problems.  Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts.  Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else.  In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?

This Chapter: Tom finally pulls himself together to tell Molly he loves her.  But is it too late for these two? 

Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of:  child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.

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Tom paced around the house for a good two hours. Each plan he came up with to win Molly back, more hairbrained than the next. None of them would have worked anyway. Tom didn’t know where she was staying. And she had been smart enough to withdraw cash from an ATM to use for a hotel room. During Tom’s muttering and ranting, his eye caught the vase Molly put the flowers from yesterday in. The sight of them enraged him so much that he flung them across the room. It hit the wall, sending glass, water and flowers flying and leaving a mark on the wall.

“Fuck! Another fucking mess to clean up.” he growled at himself as he went to clean it up.

Tom sliced open a finger and the palm of his right hand, picking up the glass shards to bin them.

“Christ, Thomas! Can’t do anything right. Break the vase and make a mess, cut your hand to hell, destroy the one good thing…”

He collapsed into sobs against the wall, covering his eyes with his non-injured hand. The other hand hung at his side, blood dripping onto the floor. It took a good five minutes for Tom to get himself off the floor. He poorly dressed the wound on his palm, having only the use of one hand and not his good hand.

Rather than bothering to clean up the mess, he let it sit and headed to bed. Not that he would do much sleeping.

He woke the next morning to more speculation in the papers about his marriage and a splitting headache. He fixed himself an espresso. His stomach rumbled, and he realized he missed dinner yesterday. Tom opened the fridge to find storage containers of fruit with little notes on them.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Tom chuckled as tears welled up again. “Oh, Molly.” He opened up the container and popped a piece of melon into his mouth. His phone buzzed.

“Ben.” he answered dryly, popping another piece of melon in.

“That bad? I suspected as much. How did you fuck this up?” Ben chuckled.

“I yelled. I called her stupid. I got jealous. But mostly I yelled. I never should have yelled at her. She doesn’t like to be yelled at. I promised not to yell at her…”

“You’re babbling, Tom. How on earth does a confession of your undying love turn into you yelling and her, sleeping on the couch?”

“Never got that far, and she moved out.” Tom sniffled. “I, I don’t know where she is.”

“Well, damn it man, find her and fix this. I can’t handle another six months of you moping about.” Ben groaned.

“What makes you think she’ll take me back. I broke her trust. I did the one thing—”

“She will take you back because she loves you. Don’t believe everything you read in the papers. Besides, didn’t Loki kick Captain America’s ass?”

Tom chuckled. “Only once.” Tom sighed. “But how am I going to find her?”

“Have you tried the phone?”

Tom glared at his mobile. “You are hilarious, mate. Yes.”

“One of her friends then. Surely, someone must know where she is staying.”

Tom shook his head. “She doesn’t really have many…” Tom snapped his fingers. “I’ve got to let you go, Ben.”

“Where are you off to?”

“I got to sell my soul.”

“To the Devil?”

“Worse. My sister.”

-

Emma didn’t expect to see her brother appear on her doorstep that morning. She had expected him to call first.

“I don’t know where she is, Tom!” Emma snapped back.

“You’re lying, Emma. Your brow always twitches when you are lying. Where is she, Emma?”

“I’m not telling you, Tom. She told me what you said.” Emma narrowed her eyes at her brother.

“And I need to tell her I was a right bastard.”

“Which you are!”

Tom shook his head. “If I tell you everything, will you tell where Molly is? I don’t care if she tells me to fuck off. I just need her to know I love her. More than anything.”

Emma opened the door wider and crossed her arms. “I’m listening.”

Tom stepped inside. “So you know how after the break-up, the papers kept running stories about me?”

“Yeah…”

Tom ran his toe along the edge of the rug in Emma’s foyer. “So I may have come up with the idea of getting married to give the papers something else to write?”

Emma’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. “So you’re not married. Mum is going to—”

“Oh no, I’m legally married. I’ve got the certificate to prove it. I agreed to pay off her debts in exchange for carrying as my wife.” Tom’s voice grew smaller as he explained the whole arrangement.

“Is Molly a—”

“Don’t even say it, Emma or I swear. Don’t speak ill of Molly. She is a nice girl who has managed admirably despite a horrific childhood. And I…” He struggled to find the words.

“Fell in love.” Emma finished his sentence.

Tom’s eyes welled with tears, and he nodded. “I did. I didn’t mean to, but I did, Em. She is…” Tom choked. “… my world. I love her so much it burns me from the inside out and she doesn’t know. She needs to know. I can’t let her go without her knowing she is loved. By me.” A tear fell onto Tom’s cheek.

Emma stood there for a moment, silently staring at her brother, crying in her foyer. “You realize by telling me all this, I will have enough to blackmail you until the end of time to not tell Mother?”

“A price I will gladly pay to get the chance to talk to my wife one more time.” Tom gazed up at his sister. “Will you help me, Emma?”

She shifted her feet around. “She’s at the Park International Hotel, Room 223.”

Tom leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you, Em.”

“Go get the girl, Tom.” she smiled at him.

-

“Thanks for coming over.” Molly sniffled. “I know you’re busy.”

“Hey, hey.” Chris reached out and grabbed her hand. “It’s no trouble. You sounded so upset on the phone.”

Molly smiled over at Chris before her face crumbled as she cried again. For the looks of it, she had cried most of the night. Her eyes were puffy and rimmed with red.

“Sh, sh, sh.” Chris moved to envelope her in a hug, pulling her tight to his chest. “Tell me what happened. It’s about the picture, isn’t it?”

Molly nodded her head against him. “Yes.”

“I can’t imagine Tom getting mad about that, babe. We are just friends.”

“I know, right? But Tom got so mad and cold. And he yelled. He knows how… how.. I.. am with yelling.” She buried her head in his chest. “I thought he cared about me.”

“Of course he cares about you. He loves you, Molly.” Chris pulled back. “You’re his wife.”

“It’s a bit more to it than that, I’m afraid.” She wiped the tears away. “Our relationship is…” She was on the verge of telling Chris everything.

“Complicated?” Chris raised an eyebrow. “Tell me about it. And the fame only makes it worst. Everyone watching and judging. They have no idea what is going behind closed doors.”

“That’s an understatement.” Molly sniffled. “How do you deal?”

Chris smiled and laughed. “Not well. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m single.”

“A handsome guy like you?” Molly teased.

“I have my flaws. But my dog thinks I’m great.”

Molly laughed for the first time. “I bet he does.”

“But the important thing is that the two of you love and care for each other, and the rest of it is bullshit.” Chris sighed. “And you and Tom clearly care for each other. Why else would he act so possessive?” Chris smirked.

“You noticed that?”

“I could have been blind and noticed that. Tom has got it bad. And I can’t say I blame him. A beautiful, amazing girl like you. He’s a lucky guy. If you were single…”

Molly blushed. “Thanks.”

They sat in awkward silence until Chris smacked his legs.

“Well, this is awkward. I’m going to go get some food for us and bring it back, and we are going to figure out what to do next.”

Chris turned to leave. “Chris!” Molly called out.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for everything.”

“Sure, babe.”

-

Tom stepped out of the elevator and walked towards Molly’s room. The entire drive over, Tom went through his head what he would say to Molly. How he would beg her to come back. That he loved her. All that went out the window when he saw Chris leaving Molly’s room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tom bellowed. “Haven’t you done enough?”

Chris spun around and his eyes narrowed. “I’m here at Molly’s request. Apparently, her husband upset her.” he sniped back.

“And you’re here to comfort her? That’s my job. I’m her husband.” Tom’s fist clenched as he saw Chris smirking at him.

“You’re doing a piss-poor job, buddy. She’s been crying all night.” Chris jabbed his thumb at the door.

“How would you know that?!” Tom marched forward until he was toe to toe with Evans.

Chris looked Tom up and down. “Listen,” he ignored Tom’s question. “if things don’t work out between the two of you, mind if I date her? She’s seems like a great girl, deserves a good—”

CRACK! Tom punched Chris square on the jaw. Chris tumbled to the ground, holding his face.

“If anyone is taking my wife out on a date, it’ll be me!” Tom yelled back.

“Tom!” Molly stood at the door. “What the fuck?!”

“Molly!” Tom and Chris called out together. They both rushed to her, but Tom got there first, kicking a foot out to keep Chris at bay.

“Darling, I…” Tom reached out for her. Molly took a step back.

“How did you even find me?”

“Emma told me.”

Molly huffed. “Traitor.”

“She knows.” Tom leaned in.

Molly gasped. “You told her?! But she might tell your mom. Tom, I…”

“You’re worth the risk.”

“I should say so.” Chris piped up.

Tom’s head twisted around to glare at Chris.

“You’re still here? This is none of your concern.” Tom hissed.

“I was invited.” Chris straightened his shirt. “Right, Molly?”

Molly held up her hand. “I think you should go, Chris.”

“But—” Chris protested.

“Tom and I need to talk. Alone.”

Tom smiled at Chris. “Nice to see you, mate.”

Chris wanted to push the issue but knew better. He sighed. “Fine, but call me if you need anything, Molly. I’m still in town for a few more days.”

Molly nodded. “Got it. Thanks, Chris.”

“You’re welcome.” Chris shoved his pockets and walked towards the elevator.

Tom returned his attention to Molly. They stepped into her room and shut the door. “It hasn’t even been 24 hours, Molly. And he’s already in your be—”

“Did you just come here to yell at me again?! And what are you talking about?”

“Chris said you have been crying all night. I assumed…” Tom stopped. “He didn’t—”

“No, but thanks for thinking so little of me. Did you come here to tell me that?”

“No, I…” Tom stumbled over his words. “I was wrong. I should have never yelled. Especially knowing what I did. You were right, I was jealous of Chris. I still am.”

Molly tapped her foot. “Anything else? Because you could have sent all of that in a text. You didn’t need to come here. It doesn’t change anything, Tom. I.. can’t… keep…” Her voice wavered, all her hurt and emotions mixed up inside of her.

Tom swallowed hard and exhaled sharply. “I love you, Molly. I am…” He chuckled. “hopelessly in love with you. That’s why I got so jealous. I was afraid that…” Tom fidgeted. “… you would leave me.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.” Molly fidgeted.

“I’m an idiot.” Tom stepped forward, cupping her cheek. “I thought admitting I loved you meant losing you. Our relationship was never meant to be this. It was business. And then Chris came along and the two of you got along. I lost my mind.

“The heart wants what it wants.” Molly whispered, her hands lighting on Tom’s shoulders. “Tom, I…”

Tom pleaded. “Please come back. I need you, Molly. I will spend the rest of my life showing you, proving to you I am worthy of your love. Just please come back.” Tom pressed his forehead to hers, breathing hard and crying.

“I… I… love you too.” Molly whispered, starting to sob. “And you are an absolute idiot.”

They both laughed. Tom leaned in and his lips tentatively, scared she would turn away. Molly deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around Tom’s neck, pulling him against her. Tom walked them back until she hit the wall. Molly gasped. Tom breathed her in and slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting every corner of her. He wanted to know every inch. She clung to him for dear life, tasting him as well. There was heat and passion and everything Molly wanted. She leaned back against the wall, panting.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you like this for so long.” Tom continued to kiss her, in between words, stealing her breath. “Marry me.”

Molly giggled against his lips, cupping his face in her hands. “I’m already married to you.”

Tom’s lips trailed down Molly’s neck. “Then sleep with me.” He sucked hard in the crook of her neck. “Let me make love to you, darling. I need you.” He pressed against her, desperate.

“Yes.” The only word Molly could muster in the moment.

Tom picked her up and walked her to the unmade bed and placed her down. As he tugged his shirt off, Molly scrambled with her shirt and pants, tossing them onto the floor, leaving herself in just a bra and panties.

Tom smiled and licked his lips as he yanked his belt off and pushed his pants and underwear to the floor. Molly gulped as she took in Tom naked.

“Bra and panties too.” he prodded as he crawled onto the bed. “I want to see my wife in all her beauty.”

Molly shivered at his words and her hands shook as she unhooked her bra and slipped her panties down her legs. She laid there naked.

“Glorious.” Tom purred as he settled between her legs. His mouth latched onto one of her nipples, sucking and licking. Molly arched her back and groaned.

“Fuck, yes!” She grabbed the back of Tom’s head and pulled him closer.

Tom released her nipple with a pop and moved over to the other one. His hand snaked between their bodies to find Molly’s core, teasing her clit with his thumb. She bucked against his touch.

“Tom, please. I need you.” Her hand stroked his cock, teasing the tip along her folds. “All of you.”

“Then all of me you shall have.” Tom pushed into her, groaning until he bottomed out. Molly arched into him, filled to the brim.

“Yes!” she breathed.

Tom twisted his hips as he thrusted into her with long strokes, hitting that spot inside of her. Molly bucked her hips, wanting every inch of him. Her nails dug into Tom’s back.

Tom wanted the moment to last forever. Just him and Molly and nothing else. But his release edged near, and he wanted to please Molly first.

“Are you close, darling?” Tom growled in her ear.

Molly nodded. “Yes!”

Tom drew tight circles against Molly’s clit as he sped up his thrusting. “Come for me, my love.”

Molly soon came, clenching hard around him, causing Tom to come too, spilling inside of her. He carefully rolled off to the side, and pulled Molly onto his chest, smoothing her hair back and kissing her forehead.

“That was incredible, darling. You are…”

“So are you.” she interrupted, wiggling into the crook of the body. “Tom?”

“Molly?”

“Will you do me a favor?” She drew circles in Tom’s chest hair with her nail.

“Anything.” He held his breath, waiting.

“Take me home.” Her face breaking out into a sparkling smile.

Tom pressed his lips to hers. “On one condition….” She raised an eyebrow. “You move into the master bedroom with me. I haven’t slept a wink in weeks because you aren’t there.”

Molly laughed as she nodded her head. “Deal.”

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

By Your Doorstep (Part 5)

Summary: Sam moves back to town and under Dean’s roof meanwhile the reader learns more about Dean’s hesitancy in certain areas of their relationship... 

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, mention of accidents, PTSD, past sexual assault, injury

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

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Reader’s POV

“Uh…” you said the next morning as you found a strange man in the kitchen. He spun around and you recognized the face. “Sam?”

“Y/N,” he smiled. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“You too,” you said. You walked over and he gave you a hug. “You get in town early for Thanksgiving?”

“Yeah, something like that. Dean said he might be out and to just let myself in,” he said. “Sorry, I thought I had the house to myself.”

“It’s fine,” you said, tugging Dean’s shirt down a little, grateful you at least had put a bralette on underneath. “He took my sister to an appointment. They should be back soon.”

“Cool,” he said as you went to make yourself a cup of coffee. “So um, I actually was going to surprise you guys today with some news. Well, you and Tessa.”

“What’s that?” you asked, grabbing your favorite mug.

“I’m moving back to Lawrence,” he said. 

“Really? That’s great. He misses you so much,” you said.

“Yeah. Got a job at the big firm downtown. McKluskey & Associates,” he said.

“I heard really good things about them, at least when I worked at Hawthorne I did.”

“Oh Hawthorne is the worst,” said Sam. “They dump paralegals all the time.”

“Yeah. I was one of them. But I’m doing really good at Dean’s office. I just finished my first certification so I get a little pay bump for that,” you said.

“Nice. I know he loves getting to pop in and see you during the day, even for a minute. You’re very cute in scrubs apparently,” chuckled Sam. “I actually was going to talk to you about this but um, I was going to see if I could move in here for a bit while I look for a place. Is that cool with you? It’s totally okay if you’re not. I get it if you and Dean want your own space.”

“I’d love for you to stay, Sam,” you said with a big smile. “I really would like to get to know Dean’s family, his real family.”

“I’d like to know his new family,” he said. You both turned when you heard the front door open, Tessa giggling.

“I don’t believe you old man.”

“I am thirty one you little shit,” laughed Dean. “I so have been skydiving!”

“He definitely has,” said Sam. Dean poked his head out from the foyer and gave you both a big smile. “Hey De.”

“Sammy! You managed to get those days off work early?” asked Dean. He slipped out of his boots and jacket, quickly walking into the kitchen with a bag in his hands. He set it down on the counter and gave his brother a hug, Sam shrugging. “What?”

“Got that new job. Starts next month. I was wondering if I might still be able to crash here with-”

“Of course,” said Dean, quickly looking at you.

“I already told him it was cool,” you said, Tessa slowly walking inside. She set her starbucks cup down on the counter and got out her breakfast burrito. “Tessa this is Sam. You’ve said hi to him once or twice on the phone.”

“Hi,” she said quietly, looking at Dean.

“Sammy would you mind giving us a real quick second alone?” asked Dean.

“No problem,” he said. He excused himself to the bathroom and you got out your breakfast from the bag, Dean giving Tessa a nod. “Go ahead.”

“I want to see a different therapist,” she said. You sat back and looked at Dean. “If that’s okay.”

“What happened today? I know Dean sat in on your session.”

“I didn’t particularly like some of the comments the doctor made,” said Dean. “Tessa’s eighteen, not five. I think she should start going to a doctor for adults. Tessa’s not been happy with him for awhile she mentioned. I have a colleague from my med school days that specializes in young adults.”

“Tessa why didn’t you tell me you don’t like the doctor.”

“Because you say I have to go no matter what,” she shrugged. “I know there were only a few that we could get covered too.”

“I have a new health plan and we’re definitely going to switch you over to somebody different,” you said.

“Dr. Ketch is good. I used to use him when I was around here,” said Sam, walking back inside. “I was gonna call him up myself, try to get a spot in again.”

“I was thinking of Arthur for Tessa actually,” said Dean.

“Why do you go to therapy?” she asked Sam.

“Lots of reasons,” he said. “Pretty sure everyone in this house has so no need to by shy about it.”

“I’ll call Arthur,” said Dean to you. “It’ll be better for her Y/N.”

“You’re the doctor,” you said. You unwrapped your food and started to eat, Dean digging into his own meal while Sam sucked on some kind of green smoothie.

“Are you like a health freak?” said Tessa with a mouthful of food. Sam sipped some more and shrugged. “Good. He won’t touch my ice cream.”

“Oh I love ice cream,” smirked Sam. “I wouldn’t count on it being safe around me.”

“Are you teasing me?” she asked.

“Am I?” said Sam, slurping his smoothie again. Dean rolled his eyes and whacked the back of Sam’s head. “Ow.”

“She’s tougher than you, Sammy. I’m sure you two will harass each other to death,” said Dean while he ate.

“Mhm,” he hummed as Toast ran in through the doggie door. “You have a dog!”

“Yeah. This is Toast,” said Tessa. She leaned down and unclipped his vest, Toast rushing over and sniffing Sam. “That’s Sam. Don’t let him eat my ice cream.”

Toast barked and Sam looked at her.

“His vest isn’t on. You can pet him,” she said. 

Ten minutes later Sam was in the backyard with Toast and Tessa, tossing around a ball and smiling like a little kid.

“Well we won’t have to worry about those two getting along I don’t think,” said Dean as you watched out the back window.

“I wasn’t too concerned. I know her sessions are private but what exactly happened today.”

“We talked a bit about how she feels about me being a part of your lives. She does like me, she cares about me even. But she’s still getting to used to sharing you with someone else. Tessa’s doing fine aside from an uptick in nightmares recently. Her doctor was very negative though. He doesn’t help her reframe things. I’m not a therapist but even I can do a much better job than he was. We talked after on the way to get breakfast and I think it’d be better for her to go to someone that helps her progress more, handle things on her own in healthy ways. Tell me to shove it if I crossed a line but it’s my honest opinion.”

“If Tessa thinks she wants to try a new doctor then I am all for it,” you said. “I’m glad you went with her after last night and everything.”

“She’s your sister...but…”

“I know. You watch her back and I’ll watch Sam’s?” you said. He smiled and nodded. “So I was thinking...you know how we were talking about that taking care of you thing last night?”

“Yes?” he said. “What’d you have in mind?”

“I was wondering if I couldn’t give you a little spa night tonight. A nice bath, massage, a fresh pie…”

“Mmm, that does sound nice,” he said. “But that sounds a bit extravagant.”

“Trust me?” you said. He threw his head back but sighed. “Good boy. You’ll love it. I promise.”

“How was your bath?” you asked that night, Dean’s skin all warm and soft as he laid on his belly in a pair of black boxer briefs in the bedroom.

“Nice. My skin feels all smooth. I should use the tub more often,” he hummed. 

“You definitely should. I’m gonna give you a back massage now, okay? I’m gonna use a bit of some special lotion with oil in it,” you said. 

“Go for it,” he said into his pillow. You straddled his back and squirted some lotion onto your hands, rubbing it in a bit before you put your hands on his back. You worked him slowly for a few minutes, Dean’s muscles tensed more than you realized. After a while he loosened up and you slid your hands to his lower back, Dean tensing once again. 

“You okay? I didn’t hurt anything?” you asked.

“I’m okay. Just don’t take off my underwear,” he said.

“I’m not going to. I’m almost done and then I’ll get your feet,” you said. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, Dean closing his eyes. He was still for the most part, his feet not too bad and his back was all dry by the time you told him he could roll over. He didn’t move though and you figured he was comfortable where he was.

You washed up your hands in the bathroom, whistling as you came out, the bedroom empty.

“Dean…” you said, the back door open. You stepped outside, Dean standing by the railing and looking at the backyard. “Dean it’s cold out.”

“I need a minute,” he said. You went inside, taking a seat on the bed, Dean coming inside a few moments later. He wouldn’t look in your direction and you took his hand when he crawled back on the bed. “Thank you for the massage. It felt very nice.”

“You’re welcome.”

He moved his hand away and you looked across the room. 

Only to have a pair of boxer briefs be dropped in your lap. You turned your head and Dean was laying back on the bed, naked, his face red. 

“Dean, what-”

“I’m not going to get over this if I don’t try and I don’t want to be scared of you so...there,” he said. You smiled and laid back, bringing your head over close to his. 

“Want me to get naked too?” you asked.

“No. I uh, think he’ll get excited down there and I’m not...ready for that,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, cuddling as close as you dared. You laid an arm over his waist and he eased, his fingers toying with your hair. “Proud of you.”

“You don’t even know what happened.”

“No but somebody hurt you so I know this is hard for you and I’m proud of you for facing your fears.”

“It’s not as bad as you think,” he said. “It was just...judgement free zone?”

“Always,” you said.

“I got stupid. I’d had a little too much. I let...I let the chick I was with tie my hands together, to the headboard at the motel we’d stumbled into. I shouldn’t have done that with a stranger. It was fun at first and everything and then I mentioned...fuck it, I said sometimes I like when a girl sticks a finger up there, like the tip when I’m getting a blowjob and it can feel good, you know?”

“I’ve met guys that like that. Nothing wrong with that,” you said, kissing his arm. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes.

“I told her a tip of a finger. At most.”

“What happened?”

“She stuck a whole lot more than a tip in. Without prep. She didn’t care that I told her to stop. She did what she wanted after that and I was so freaked out and it hurt that I just...laid there until she was done and untied me and I never saw her again.”

“She assaulted you.”

“I did ask her to do it.”

“You asked for a tip of a finger, not whatever she did not to mention you said to stop. I don’t blame you one bit for being scared Dean.”

“I’m not scared of you,” he said. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, nuzzling his shoulder. “I’m just not ready for somebody else to touch me like that yet.”

“That is so okay,” you said. “I got you a little present.”

“I don’t need presents,” he said.

“I think you’ll like it. Stay right there,” he said. You got up and walked over to the closet, slipping inside and pulling out a bag. You carried it out to the bedroom, Dean sitting up on the bed.

“I hope you like it,” you said. You gave him the bag and he unwrapped it, smiling as he took out the new onesie and nice boxer briefs. “They’re supposed to be really soft and comfortable.”

“I love it, Y/N,” he said. “I’m gonna wear this thing like all day tomorrow.”

He took out the boxer briefs and tugged them on, smiling to himself.

“Oh wow, these are great. They’re so soft and comfy,” he said. He ran his hand over his thighs and nodded. “I know I’m okay with you. Give me a little more time is all.”

“Take all the time in the world. I don’t like you cause I want to have sex with you. I mean I do want to but it’s not why I want you,” you said as you sat back down.

“Why do you like me?” he asked. You shrugged and he tucked your hair behind your ear. “Cause I helped you guys out?”

“Because you’re kind...and you understand not being ready to be a parent...and you make me smile for the first time in two years. I missed being happy.”

“Me too,” he said. “I am very much down for a cuddle though.”

“That I can certainly do, Winchester.”

“Tessa…” you said as she was pulling on her boots by the front door the next afternoon. “Did you finish your history paper?”

“Yes,” she groaned. She put on her jacket and grabbed her purse. “Can I go? Hailey’s waiting.”

“Home by seven at the latest,” you said. “You have school in the morning.”

“I know,” she said, hooking up Toast into his vest and leash. “Later!”

“Have fun,” you said. She waved and took off with Toast, nearly knocking Sam off his feet as he came inside. “Careful, Tess.”

“Sorry, Sam,” she said, taking off with Toast outside. 

“No problem,” he said. You sighed and he chuckled, kicking off his sneakers. “That Tessa’s friend? Expensive car for a high schooler.”

“Hailey’s dad owns a string of car dealerships. Plus her mom’s a doctor so they’re kinda rolling in it,” you said.

“True. I’m in the market for something new myself. You’ll have to give me the name,” said Sam, padding into the kitchen for a drink.

“Anytime. We always got a friends and family discount. Maybe we can sneak that in for you,” you said. “By the way, what happened to Dean? I thought he was working out with you in the garage.”

“I think I went a little too hard for him,” chuckled Sam. “He was laying on the floor last I checked.”

“Try not to kill my boyfriend, Sam,” you said with a smile.

“I’ll do my best,” he said. “I was gonna apartment hunt this afternoon if you’re interested.”

“Why don’t you stay here a little longer?” you asked. “If you want.”

“I don’t want to get in your and Dean’s way. You moved in not long ago yourself. I’m sure you guys want your space.”

“We have a barely eighteen year old living with us that’s gonna be here for a long time. Space isn’t really an issue,” you said. “And that was...we needed to get out of our old house. You’re so not in the way.”

“I’ll hold off for a bit then,” said Sam with a nod. You smiled and went out to the garage, Dean laying on the floor with his eyes shut.

“You alive there?” you said as you squatted down and poked him.

“I am never, never, never, working out with that psychopath again,” he said. He peeled open an eye and you ruffled his sweaty hair. 

“Well I think Sam’s gonna stay here for awhile so you may have to suffer some more,” you said. 

“Really? Good. I’d like him to stay. I think he was concerned about getting in your guys way though.”

“We can share,” you said, wiping your wet hand on his shirt. “Plus you’re extra hot all sweaty like that.”

“Am I now?” he smirked.

“Yes. Sweat is how you cool off so you must be extra hot. I thought you were a doctor, Dean,” you teased. He rolled his eyes and ran his hand over his face, wiping it on your arm. “Gross!”

“If I had the energy I’d give you a noogie,” he said. He sat up and leaned forward, stretching himself out. “I didn’t realize I was out of shape.”

“You’re really not. Sam’s a skinny little rail and all muscle that’s into running and that high intensity stuff. I bet you can bench press more than Sam any day,” you said. 

“Yeah but he’s still pretty healthy. I am a doctor. I ought to practice what I preach.”

“Dean. You’re healthy and hot. I mean, work out with Sam if you want but don’t cause you think you have to, you know?”

“I know,” he said.

“Why don’t you do yoga with me tomorrow?” you asked. “It’s more fun than you think.”

“Sure,” he said as you helped him sit up. “I was thinking maybe once I’m not all sweaty I could…”

You both turned your heads as you heard a dog howling loudly. Your stomach dropped as Dean quickly got to his feet. He walked out of the garage and to the end of the driveway before he took off running.

“Call an ambulance!” he shouted back. You ran inside and looked for your phone, Sam watching you run around.

“Are you-”

“Sam give me your phone!” you shouted back. He took his from his pocket and tossed it at you, before you were rushing out to the garage. You jogged outside and to the end of the driveway, Sam already running down the street along with a few other people that were outside to the two cars that were smashed together a few blocks down.

You sprinted down, the voice on the other end of the phone saying help was already on the way.

“Tessa,” you said as you got up to the accident, Dean sitting with her and Hailey on the side of the road. She was crying hard, Dean holding onto her but he gave you a smile. 

“She’s okay. Few bumps,” he said. You became aware of the dog whimpering and turned around, Sam helping get Toast out of the backseat. He was hurt, badly from the looks of it. “Y/N. Take Tessa and I’d call Hailey’s parents too. Tell the paramedics and any doctors she sees about the previous accident, medications, the seizures, all of that, okay?”

“Okay,” you said as you sat and he stood. “Where-”

“I got my own patient,” he said as he took off his shirt. He tossed it to Sam who started using it to put pressure on one of Toast’s injuries. “Sammy, I’ll grab the car.”

The guys headed back towards home, Tessa burrowing her face in your shoulder.

“Toast is gonna die,” she said, wrapping her arms around you. 

“Sh,” you said, holding her close. “The boys are gonna do their best to get him help, okay? Don’t worry about it. Hailey, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she said, holding her wrist with her other hand. “It wasn’t my fault, I swear, Y/N.”

“That’s debatable,” mumbled Tessa. You hugged her and glanced over to the man sitting on the other side of the street, some people over with him.

“It’s okay. We’ll make sure you guys are okay and everything, I promise.”

Dean’s POV

“How’s he doing?” asked Dean as they got stuck in traffic. Toast was still howling and whimpering in Sam’s arms in the backseat when Dean checked his mirrors. “Fuck it.”

“Dean,” said Sam as Dean pulled onto the shoulder and drove up to the light, taking a right on the red and speeding down the road. 

“It’s fine. Vet is right around the corner.”

Two Hours Later

“Mr. Winchester,” said the nurse, popping into the waiting room. Dean and Sam both got up and followed him through a pair of doors into the back of the office where a doctor in scrubs was walking out of another room.

“We can’t save the leg,” said the doctor. “It’s shattered, muscle’s been shredded, veins are-”

“Is Toast gonna live though?” asked Dean.

“He should. He is banged up pretty good but no signs of major damage aside from his leg. We’ll amputate and get him on meds. If he does well he can go home tomorrow.”

“That’s great,” said Sam.

“You want to go through with the amputation then?” they asked.

“Of course,” said Dean. 

“The bill is going to be around four thousand for the procedure,” the doctor said. She waited and Dean stared at her, blinking slowly.

“I don’t care how much money it is. Fix my dog,” said Dean. The doctor went back inside while Dean got a bill for the service, Sam pursing his lips when Dean returned.

“Y/N’s gonna want to pay that.”

“Y/N ain’t gonna know about it,” said Dean, shoving his wallet back into his pocket.

“Dean.”

“Her sister was just in another car accident, Sam. She’s freaking the fuck out right now I’m sure. Besides, Toast is a living creature. He’s their family and he’s starting to be mine too. Can you imagine if I had to ask my patient’s families if they wanted to go through with life saving treatment cause it’s expensive? I put it on an installment plan. I won’t even notice.”

“Does Y/N’s insurance cover it?”

“Not something like this. If it was your dog I’d be doing the same thing,” said Dean. “Toast is gonna be alright and that’s all that matters so don’t say a word about this to either one of them.”

“Can he still help Tessa? With a leg gone?”

“I don’t know if he’ll meet the legal requirements of a service dog or not after this but that dog loves her. He’s still gonna watch her back, maybe a bit slower now is all. Y/N and Tessa are gonna have to decide if they want to get another one or not. She’s been going close to a year with no seizures though.”

“That’s really good, isn’t it?” asked Sam.

“Yeah. It doesn’t mean she won’t ever have one again but it means she’s doing good. Toast could probably handle things fine on his own, depends on what they’re comfortable with.”

“That kid’s pretty tough.”

“I know she is. She reminds me of you a lot.”

“Y/N reminds me of you. Except nicer,” chuckled Sam.

“I wasn’t your maid. You could pick up after yourself,” said Dean, leaning back in his chair. “They’re miles ahead of where we were.”

“She know we knew her dad?”

“Yeah. She knows he helped but not the extent of things.”

“Ever think it’s funny, you ending up with the her of all people?”

“No actually. Our families seem to fit together is all,” said Dean.

“I can second that,” said Sam, Dean’s stomach rumbling. “I’m gonna go grab some food for us. Call if anything happens.”

“Will do, Sammy.”

Reader’s POV

“Hey,” you said later that night, the guys returning home. Tessa popped up from the couch, rushing over. She teared up when she saw no Toast and Dean shushed her.

“There’s good and bad news. Good news, Toast is gonna pull through,” he said. She sniffled and looked to Sam then back at him. “Bad news...he lost a leg. He won’t be able to be a true service dog anymore.”

“I don’t care. Where is he? When can I-”

“He’s recovering from his surgery. The vet said it’d be a few days before he can come home. Tomorrow night at the earliest,” said Sam. “Maybe we can see him tomorrow after school?”

“Tessa’s staying home tomorrow but we’ll definitely get you over to see him,” you said. 

“Good. You need to stay home and rest, Tess,” said Dean.

“The hospital didn’t even take me. I got a few bruises,” she said. Dean crossed his arms and Tessa rolled her eyes. “I wanna go see Toast.”

“Toast is resting and I don’t speak dog but you are the most important thing in his life and I know he wants you to rest too,” said Dean.

“But I’m fine.”

“Come here,” he said. He grabbed her arm and ducked outside, talking to her on the front porch as Sam ran his hand through his hair.

“Which leg?” you asked. “Toast.”

“His front left one. He’s got some stitches on his body. He’ll be okay.”

“She still needs a service dog,” you said. 

“We’ll deal with it tomorrow. I’ll keep an close eye on her until we figure something out,” said Sam.

“Don’t know what we’d do without you boys,” you said. You shut your eyes and he gave you a hug. The door opened, Dean and Tessa returning inside. You glanced over to him but he just smiled. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just had a little talk,” said Dean. “Now off to bed and turn off your alarm. No school tomorrow, okay?”

“Night,” she said. She jogged upstairs and you heard her door shut softly, Dean taking a deep breath. He took a seat on the couch and closed his eyes.

“She alright?” you asked, taking a seat next to him.

“Yeah. I just...put things in a different perspective for her. Your perspective. She’s gonna go a little slower for the next few weeks. Toast is gonna need her to look out for him until he gets used to things.”

“I know she didn’t have a concussion or anything and it’s been a while since she’s had a seizure,” you said. He smiled as Sam went to the kitchen, returning with three beers. “Thanks.”

“No problem. They wouldn’t have let you guys come home if she wasn’t cool, right?” asked Sam.

“Let’s just watch her carefully for the time being. She might not need a service dog but she’s only going to get more independent and a year from now she’ll be in college and she’s gonna be on her own more. I told her she’s gotta think about that,” said Dean. 

“Is that boyfriend Dean or doctor Dean talking?” you asked.

“It’s I care about my girlfriend’s little sister Dean,” he said. “Trust me. If I had doubts, I’d be calling for her to get a service dog lined up tonight. I think it’s a peace of mind thing right now. She can change her mind later if she wants.”

“It’d give me peace of mind,” you said.

“Yeah but take it from someone who was the younger sibling, let her choose if she wants it or not,” said Sam.

“Alright. Maybe...maybe Toast can get a prosthetic and still go places with her at least,” you said. “Or maybe he’ll be okay on just the three legs. Just slower.”

“I think she’s much more open to that,” said Dean. You nodded and sipped your beer, taking a deep breath. He threw his arm over your shoulder and tucked you into his side, kissing the top of your head. “She’s a tough kid and Toast is a tough dog. They’ll be okay.”

“She deserves a break,” you said. 

“You both do. It’ll turn out alright, sweetheart. I promise.”

_______

A/N: Read Part 6 here!

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haikyuu fic recs — the most beautiful, lovely, breathtaking masterlist (vol. I)

so i’ve been binging fics to cure my sadness, and i thought that these select masterpieces were too magnificent to not be plastered on every billboard ever. some tore my soul into shreds, while others melted said shreds back whole, but all of them made me feel some form of sheer, unadulterated love, so. please enjoy! 🥰⛅️✨

note: all of these fics are exquisite and you should read all of them, but if you’re short of time, those with ☆ are my all-time favourites!

daisuga

butterfly in the subway by bigspoonnoya ☆ | T

Sugawara Koushi has no idea he's already in love with the man he's supposed to hate.

i lovelovelove how all the concepts tied in together like a perfectly wrapped gift

also very wholesome, made me feel so inexplicably warm. like, love can exist everywhere!!! despite everything!!! that’s just so inspiring

i revisited this many times, i think it was (one of) my first haikyuu fics and honestly. it set the bar so high and i have no regrets

you’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder ☆ | G

“Oh. You're. Not Asahi.”

Calmed down enough that he can speak again, Daichi takes a deep breath, his smile settling on his face easily and wide.

“Not as far as I know, no.”

-

Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.

major, major fluff

the buildup!!!

god this made my yearning for love so much worse

the perfect stranger by downmoon | T

There’s a man standing outside Suga's door.

Scratch that. Start over.

There’s a man he doesn’t know standing outside his door, holding his sleeping nephew in one arm, with another kid clinging tightly to his free hand.

so domestic please read the entire series from start to finish it has my whole heart

shoyou and tobio as their actual kids 🥺

these two parents are so in love it makes me wanna cry

asanoya

silica sand by lilien passe ☆ | G

Overworked, over-stressed programmer Azumane Asahi works on the top floor of a Shinjuku skyscraper. Nervous around his coworkers and terrified of the long drop on the other side of the window, Asahi falls into a miserable routine, only to have it broken one day by a simple message on the outside of the glass.

PLEASE. so well-written it makes my heart glow and ache simultaneously

made me ascend into asanoya heaven

such a brilliantly unique concept i love it A+

qué syrah syrah by loudlucy | M

Asahi wants to be a Master Sommelier. It's the highest honor in wine service, and the certification would allow him to live the life he's always envisioned for himself. Too bad the certification test is notorious for being the world's most difficult.

Most people fail their first time taking the exam, and Asahi is no exception, but he has more difficulty than most dusting himself off and getting back on his feet. Enter Nishinoya, a young man who shares his same dream, and who believes in their goals so fiercely it forces Asahi to embark on a delicious and sensuous journey of viticulture and validation.

AKA The Wine Tasting AU that literally no one even knew to ask for.

NOTE: You Do Not Need to Know About Wine to Understand This Fic!

another super unique concept!!! (´∀｀=)

my god their chemistry is amazing

the writing made me feel things ngl

stop my bones from wondering by cerasi ☆ | T

After graduation, Asahi hides from the world and needs help from a few sources to find his way back.

i want to write sonnets and sing ballads for this fic, it’s that beautiful

as always, Top Notch Writing *chef’s kiss*

no but i seriously... can i kiss the author? asking for a friend 😳👉🏼👈🏼

iwaoi

star-crossed by starlitcities | T

“I never thought I’d see the day that I’d envy a human,” Oikawa admits, showering himself in tiny suns, because he can actually feels those, like a fusillade of warm kisses on luminous skin that leave marks. To humans, they’d be freckles. Skin stars, Oikawa calls them. He didn’t make that up, a human did.

“Who created the rule that we can’t touch, I wonder,” Iwaizumi ponders, floating heedlessly through space.

“Maybe it’s because we can fly. Humans dream of flying, right?”

“I don’t think so.”

gsjsgsjshsjshsjsj star!iwaoi

they’re LITERALLY STARS

beautifulbeautifulbeautiful i love how the author conveyed the beauty of touch and humanity 🥺🥺

please bless yourself further with the sequel sun-kissed

conquering the great king by suggestivescribe ☆| E

Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

yes.

in fact, this entire series (breaking the rules) features daisuga, kuroken, asanoya and it’s SO GOOD. every single one.

but anyway, character development!!!!! plot!!!!!!!!! writing!!!!!!!! i’m here for it all

tsukkiyama

campfire in your chest by deanpendragon ☆ | M

Kei realizes in their second year of high school that he’s probably been in love with Yamaguchi since they were ten. However hopeless he might be in handling that situation, Kei prays he’s at least not as hopeless as Hinata and Kageyama. But he just might be.

SO BEAUTIFUL

i am also a sucker for anything with stars, moons and all the love in between

no words to describe this work of art please just go read it and be blessed

under the lilac tree by raewrites | G

there’s a lilac tree in Kei’s backyard.

gorgeous in its simplicity

softtsukkisofttsukkisofttsukki

not as grandiose as the rest but the love written into every word, action and character is absolutely show-stopping

kagehina

saffron and cayenne pepper by dontsaycrazy ☆ | T

Cooking is hard. Even if you have your very attractive, very grumpy neighbor there to help you.

-

In which Hinata's lack of cooking skills are a danger to him and others. Luckily (or not), Kageyama is willing to teach him, if only for the sake of avoiding any burned down apartments.

the essence of their characters were captured so well and yet it’s like they’re completely new characters too? author, whoever you are, you totally owned this

this made me ship kagehina so hard

fluff! cuteness! lots and lots of cooing!

kuroken

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) by cosmogony ☆ | T

soulmate

/ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ • noun

A person who was made from the same star as you.

-

// Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives.

ahhh here it is. beautiful, heartbreaking, soul-emptying agony. you want angst? choke on this, and your tears later on.

no but seriously please read this if you haven’t you won’t regret it at all i promise

written from kenma’s perspective so you experience every depth and multitude of emotion he does and it’s so raw and- brb imma go cry for a sec

knot in my heart by hearthope | T

There’s a picture. Kenma blinks, looking at the little calico cat, being held up next to the face of a guy with stupidly messy hair and a crooked grin.

Cute.

The— the cat. The cat is cute.

Just the cat.

-

Kuroo starts spending a lot of time at the flower shop Kenma works at. Kenma definitely isn't into him.

okay so i like it when authors unravel a normally stoic character’s full scope of emotion and give them depth, sue me.

anyway, back on the fluff train!

i absolutely f*ck with flower symbolisms, cats and bitchy best friends who have dirt on each other. the layers of romance, friendship and everything in between is so prettily developed 10/10

bokuaka

the jacket you never returned by daisuga ☆☆ | G

He leaned over, kissed Bokuto on the cheek, and smiled bitterly, eyes watery.

He will never remember. Not now, not ever.

What they were will now forever be forgotten.

-

"You used to call me Keiji, Koutarou."

YOU USED TO CALL ME KEIJI, KOUTAROU!!!!!!!!!!

i beg you to listen to Spiegel im Spiegel when it’s first mentioned in the story please

i read this and screamed through my tears for a solid 1.5 hours. i rarely cry.

no f*ckin regrets though i read this thrice already and it hurts so good every time

rules by conesofdunshire ☆☆ | E

In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there's just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.

this fic. this fic has my whole, broken, sobbing heart and laughing soul

gorgeous. breathtaking. magnificent.

bokuto is so WARM and akaashi is so STRONG and they both find the solace they need in each other and it’s all i want for me 😭😭😭

in another life by littleluxray | T

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

this is a famous fic that i doubt any seasoned haikyuu reader wouldn’t know, and RIGHTLY SO BECAUSE, the PAIN. the pain. the pain.

i could feel my lungs shrivel up and my chest cave in on itself. fatigue and rest are things i struggle with too so this whole story resonated with me from start to finish, and it broke me. in like, the best, most revitalising way

i would read this again but it still haunts me at night. i need to heal from the first time before i have the guts to try one more time HAHAHA 😆💔😭

tea-stained polaroids by dalyeau | G

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

mmmmmmm pretty photographer + personalised coffee cups + cute baristas = diabetic fluff fic

i smiled so much throughout this you have no idea. cheeks achey but so good

i may have squealed a little at the ending

kurotsukki

moonfall by batman | T

There is no unlearning Tetsurou, after all. There is only leaving him.

-

(Five things of Tetsurou's that ended up in Kei's home, and one that never left.)

the writing!!!!!! is pure beauty!!!! sheer grace!!!!!!! the construction of the AU and the romanticism and hsjsgsjshsj

didn’t cry but. heart ache and bittersweet smiles are another level of misery that is just as fulfilling

yea just pleasepleasepleaseplease go read it thank you and have a good day

hidden gem by realmSpinner | E

Things get complicated when everything you thought you knew about a guy changes, and they get even more complicated when you actually start liking those changes.

That guy working with you AND becoming your neighbor? That's just a cherry on top of the cake of confusion.

this AU was refreshingly different, and amazingly so

top!tsukki??? sign me the f*ck up

the whole plot, man. perfection.

pings by barfs ☆☆ | T

[5/02/16, 3:50:17 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Please wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:50:23 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I hate begging. You know I hate it.

[5/02/16, 3:50:34 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I bet you’re snickering at that, wherever you are.

[5/02/16, 3:50:53 AM] Tsukishima Kei: But, it keeps hurting and I don’t know why and it feels like shit and I know you could tell me why, but you’re not here and I would really appreciate it if you’d just wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:51:02 AM] Tsukishima Kei: You’re laughing at that too, aren’t you.

[5/02/16, 3:51:10 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Dying is probably up there in the list of top ten shitty things you’ve ever done, and you’ve done a lot of shitty things.

god.

you already know what’s coming, and yet. when it comes.

how the f*ck did the author make grief beautiful????????? (at the expense of me dying along with kei and everyone else i guess)

this fic will ruin you and bury you under all your pain (i hope you’re ready)

but also put you back together with the “sequel”

kyouhaba

close to the chest by darkmagicalgirl | T

It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.

cause i’m (not) alright with the slow, burn~

no fr, take slow and burn very seriously

overthinking yahaba? i understand. i do.

again, such an amazing fic; 10/10 recommend

safe here by crossbelladonna ☆ | M

“Raids are routine work,” Kyoutani tells to Yahaba before he can air the question. “Sometimes there is no sleep done until we accomplish something, say kill a certain ghoul. I guess they’re still going through the possibility that people in the accident are still alive huh?”

Yahaba quirks a smile, pushing his mask up his head.

“You’re alive.”

Kyoutani looks at him intently and all of the things that they’ve gone through for the past month seems to flash in his mind.

“Yes I am.”

i haven’t watched tokyo ghoul but i understood everything perfectly. such is the power of f*cking kickass writing

*cue ugly crying and a lot of unresolved angst*

like the grief??????? ruin me please thank you 🙏 (i think i’m a little masochistic)

rare pairs

mannequin men by surveycorpsjean ☆ | M

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tuskishima]

The modelling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path.

In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.

i did not expect this to be good, and it wasn’t. it was SPLENDID.

akaashi is so enamoured with them from the get go i love it

a tiny bit of angst that stabbed me in the heart, but the happy ending soothed it (thankfully, because if there wasn’t one i will sue)

characterisation, writing, plot development; everything is great. can you tell i’m running out of synonyms for ‘beautiful’

feel like gold by heronfem ☆☆ | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/kenma]

In which Kenma is unapologetic and comfortable with who he is, Akaashi learns a lot about himself in a short period of time, Kuroo is wildly in love and an eternal survivor, and Bokuto remembers that love doesn't cure mental illness, but having a support system sure helps a lot.

Or, the one where 4 young men get together, and are helplessly, hopelessly, utterly in love despite everything.

e.e. cummings?? poetry??? f*ck yes

so beautiful. i’m so star-struck by this fic it’s simply stunning

there are no words to fully capture how worth your time and heart and mind reading this fic is so please. do yourself a favour, and fall in love with this fic with me

the sky and guilt are the only feelings i have left by oopsthisisqueertoo ☆☆ | not rated

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo]

Akaashi is at his wits end. He feels nothing. He's quickly crumbling as a human being. He wants nothing but sweet release of death. In his fourth year of college he drafts a plan for his suicide. He is to graduate, publish writing for others to be inspired by, and slip quietly away. Shortly after, he meets a dog walker named Bokuto who asks him out and Akaashi reluctantly agrees. Nothing matters anymore and he treats Bokuto like an obligation. Until he's not anymore.

TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPTS & DEPRESSION

this was... this gutted me entirely and filled my body with too many shades of agony

arguably one of the best haikyuu fics i’ve ever read

so beautiful in the most painful way fathomable; strongly recommend

april to may by surveycorpsjean | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tsukishima]

They're an odd family.

The four of them? Parents?

But still, they're a family.

So they'll support each other until the end.

aaahhhhh third gym as parents 🥺

so much fluff. i also love april and may

they’re still so in love there’s love in every millimetre of this fic :”)

that’s it for now! i’ll add more if i come across anymore good fics. i hope you enjoyed this list! if you have any requests/fic recs, or if u just wanna chat, feel free to just ask! hehe 🥰 k aight bye~

[kiirokero]

Outro: Love Is Not Over (1)

Pairing: Daycare Teacher! Hoseok x Single Mom! Reader.

Genre: Single Parent! AU, Teacher! AU, Hybrid! AU, Fluff, Angst, Adorable Kids, 

Warnings: Don’t know if this counts but mentions of accidental pregnancies and shitty men. 

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Years after a relationship goes south. You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. He is the light of your life. Yunho is everything to you, and you’d do anything for him. But you’re a human. Yunho doesn’t care, he will tell you he doesn’t. “You’re still my Eomma. No matter what.” He says. But you can’t help but feel like you will never be enough for him. You can’t be the mother he deserves. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. But you try. You try your damn hardest. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

Chapter Guide:

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“Congratulations! It’s a boy.” 

“I-Is he okay?”

“Yes, he’s very healthy. Do you have a name in mind?”

“Yunho.”

“A very nice name.”

“Oh, he’s beautiful.”

“That he is. I apologize for asking, but you haven’t listed the father on his birth certificate yet.”

“I’m aware.”

“Are you going to?”

“No.”

“You’re aware what that means, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, Ms. L/n, I’ll leave you be now. Press the button if you need assistance. A midwife will be coming to see you shortly.”

      “Eomma, wake up!” A giggly voice called. The bed was bouncing up and down, pulling me out of my slumber. I couldn’t help but laugh along. “All right, Yunnie, I’m up.” Yunho chuckled and lent down to give me my morning hug. “Good morning, Eomma.” He sighed, his fluffy blonde tail wagging in content. “Good morning, lovely. Did you sleep well?” I wrapped my arms around him, bringing him in for a snuggle. “Yes! I had a dream about giant squirrels!” He exclaimed. I let out an exaggerated gasp, “You did?! That’s awesome.” 

      Yunho wiggled out of my grasp and bounded towards my bedroom door. “Come on, Eomma! I’m hungry.” I chuckled and got out of bed. “Alright, waffles or toast?” I asked while I grabbed my sweatshirt, pulling it on. “Waffles!” Yunho answered, racing downstairs to the living room. I smiled to myself, I couldn’t help the warmth in my heart every time I saw my son. 

     Yunho had short hair that matched mine in color. He also had my eyes. I could see little pieces of myself in his face and it always made me smile. I didn’t pay attention to the features he and his father shared, even if they weren’t many. The most prominent feature they shared being his ears and tail, but somehow, Yunho made them uniquely his. 

      He never like getting his fur cut, would always sulk about it afterwards, he likes to keep the fur on his tail long so either him or I could braid it. He thought braids were so pretty, so he would ask me to braid all of his hair, and eventually, he learned himself. His fur on his ears was less long because of my insistence that having heavy ears would impair his ability to lift them. He could lift his left ear, but not the right one. He’s been working on that. 

      So, even if he was his father's child, he was still just Yunho to me. That man didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that Yunho has his button nose or freckles. It didn’t matter because Yunho was Yunho, and Yunho was the light of my life. He would run around the house non stop, bring me little rocks he found in the yard, draw pictures that had a special place on the fridge. Yunho was sunshine incarnate, and I couldn’t ask for a better son. 

      Downstairs, Yunho was sitting in front of the T.V, watching his favorite cartoon. It was about this hybrid boy and his best friend, who was human. Yunho said it was like him and I, that we were like the characters on screen, going on adventures every day. The sight made me smile yet again, and I went to the kitchen to get started on breakfast.  

     I could see Yunho from the kitchen since it was an open plan. Which wasn’t surprising because we lived in a small house. 2 bedrooms, 1 and 1/2 baths. It had a very large backyard that merged into woods. The area is pleasant, a little secluded, but that just gave Yunho more room to explore. The house got a lot of natural light with the large windows, and the air was always refreshing. 

      When I first saw the house, it was like a blessing. It was a little run down, but nothing I couldn’t handle, and it was cheap. A house being cheap should be a red flag, and it was, but it was worth it. The worst problem the house had was the hot water that ran out pretty quickly. In no way was it a luxurious mansion, but it was home, and that was all that mattered. 

     “Yunho! Come get your breakfast!” I called, placing his bright blue plate on the small dining room table we had. I heard his feet patter on the hardwood as he ran to the dining room. “Woah! Slow down, bub.” I chuckled. Yunho gave me a shy smile and sat down, immediately digging into his breakfast. “Is it good?” I teased, wiping away some stray syrup that threatened to end up in his hair. Yunho nodded enthusiastically, giving me a thumbs up. 

      We ate together with comfortable banter. Yunho was telling me about the latest episode of his cartoon, and I was more than happy to listen. The way his eyes lit up whenever he talked about something he loved was enough to make the toughest of men smile. “Eomma, can Hajun come over today?” Yunho asked in a hopeful tone. I thought about it for a bit, “I’ll call Aunt Hyejin and see if he can, okay?” Yunho brightened up and gave a little “okay!” In response.

     After we were done eating, Yunho put his plate in the sink and went back to watching T.V. I washed up the dishes and dialed Hyejin’s number. “Hey babe!” She answered in her usual cheery voice. I chuckled, “Hey sis.” 

      In reality, Hyejin wasn’t my sis or babe, but we were close like that. Hyejin was a Siamese cat hybrid that I met back in college. We were roommates, and we just clicked immediately. We were there with each other through everything. Shitty professors, family issues, breakups, shit men that make your life a living hell. She had her son, Hajun, a bit before I had Yunho, and helped me whenever I needed. 

      She and her husband, Yoongi, a Persian cat hybrid, were there with me through it all. They were the family I never had. Yoongi was like an overprotective older brother, and Hyejin was no different. They even helped me find Yunho and I’s home. We normally went on family trips to amusement parks or aquariums which the boys never seemed to get bored with. We were all one big happy family. 

     Yoongi and Hyejin were like polar opposites. Yoongi was chill while Hyejin was a bundle of never ending energy. Yoongi was quiet Hyejin loved to talk. Yoongi was an introvert, and Hyejin constantly dragged him out to parties that Namjoon, one of our mutual friends, had mentioned to her. It was funny to witness. Especially when Yoongi begged me to go in his stead, which worked 50% of the time.

      “So, what d’ya need? I’m all ears.” She snickered, and I could practically see her gray ears twitch. “Haha, hilarious. Yunnie wants to know if you guys can come over.” I answered. “Yeah, sure! We’re not doing anything today and I’ve been dying to talk to you about something.” She gushed. “Ooo, exciting.” I chuckled. “I’ll see you soon, babes. Love you!” I said I loved her back and hung up the phone. 

     Soon, Hyejin and Hajun arrived and the boys immediately began playing together. “Hey! So nice to see you!” Hyejin smiled, giving me a hug. “You too!” I was equally just as happy to see Hyejin since she and Yoongi had been a bit busy lately. We walked over to the living room where the boys were playing on the floor with their toys. Hyejin and I sat on the sofa and she immediately began talking. 

      “Okay! So, I’ve been dying to talk to you about this,” She started, already bouncing in her seat. “I can see that.” I teased, poking at her shoulder. “You know the job I was looking into? The daycare one?” She asked, and I nodded. “Well~ I got the job!” She exclaimed. My jaw dropped, a smile made its way onto my face. “No way! Congratulations!” I got up and squeezed her in a bone breaking hug, which she reciprocated. 

     “I know! I’m so excited!” Her tail was flicking behind her. “So, when do you start?” I asked, moving back into my seat. “Next week! I’m going to be the second teacher, helping someone named Mr. Jung.” She explained, and she went on to tell me how she got the job and how Hajun had asked if he could go, only to pout when Hyejin told him that he was too old. “I’m happy for you, Hyejin.” I smiled, excited that she was pursuing her dream of working with kids. 

      Hyejin, like me, got pregnant young and unexpectedly. But she was super thrilled. She didn’t care if she was only 20, she always wanted a child. She wasn’t married at that time, but Yoongi stepped up pretty quickly to raise Hajun with Hyejin. Yoongi was a cool dad, pretty laid back. Usually snuck the kids out to go get ice cream or pizza. Not that Hyejin or I minded, he treated both boys with the utmost care. He treated Yunho like his own son. 

      “So, have you met this Mr. Jung?” I wondered. “Not yet, but I had a phone call with him. Guess what? He’s our age.” She whispered, like what she was saying was some big secret. “Hyejin, we’re both 26, it’s not like a young teacher is unheard of.” I pointed out. “I know! But... What if he’s cute~?” She raised her eyebrows in a teasing manner, leaning closer to me. “I could be cupid.” She winked and I rolled my eyes. 

      “No thanks, Hyejin. I appreciate it, but love for me ended a long time ago.” I sighed and Hyejin huffed, dramatically slouching in her seat. “Y/n, just because... he... broke your heart doesn’t mean you should give up entirely.” She pointed out, looking at me with eyes full of undecipherable emotions. “Any man I date would have to be okay with being a father-like figure to Yunho. I’m 26 Hyejin, no guy my age wants kids yet.” I monotoned. 

      I had come to terms with the fact that most men didn’t want to date someone who already had a child. Not saying that it didn’t dishearten me a bit, but it was a revelation I made early on. If someone wanted me, they were going to want Yunho too. It either both of us, or neither of us. 

Yunho was my light, and he deserved a father that could be the things I couldn’t.