#but that also means you barely know your sister anymore you only want to help her but how how can you do that from so far away

[that-jack-kline-bestie]

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[thelostconsultant]

A life well lived

pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!reader

summary: Max has been in love with Charles's twin since they met as kids. When he finally has the chance to tell you how he feels years later, it turns out you feel the same. A wonderful life is ahead of the two of you, and Max couldn't love you and your son more.

note: 9k words + sm posts. I love them so much, I can barely put it into words. I hope you'll like this.

Whenever he was on the track, Max was competitive, and he didn’t lack the confidence he needed to win races. But he wasn’t the only one, Charles was equally good, and he also had everything a great driver needed to succeed. So the two of them naturally became rivals, the greatest of their generation, and despite their hate towards each other, Max couldn’t help but respect him deep down. 

Throughout the years, he got to learn everything about him on and off the track, so he knew about his siblings. And he was painfully aware of his twin sister being there with him at every race, the sweet, lively girl who always had a bright smile on her face as she talked to her relatives. Every single time he laid his eyes on you, he wished he was the one you were talking to, he wished you would finally say more than just a brief hello or goodbye. 

Whenever he did well in the race, Max liked to think your smiles and cheers were meant for him alone. They were always meant for your brother though, he knew that, but his stupid teenage brain assumed the fact you briefly glanced at him while smiling meant you would get married one day. That you were madly in love with him too, that you were yearning for his company just as much as he was. 

If it was up to him, he would have talked to you. He wanted to learn more about you, he wanted to be near you, he wanted to experience the innocent love only a teenager could feel, but how could he do that under his father's strict control? He couldn't even play football on the weekends, how could he have a girlfriend? And then there was Charles who was already giving him death glares whenever they met, if he found out Max had a thing for his sister, who knows what he would have done. It was better not to risk a possible fist fight it would end with.

So he was destined to watch you from afar, letting his imagination run wild to cope with the pain he felt for not being able to talk to you. In his mind you were sitting next to him on top of a large crate, asking various questions to pass the time, giggling and feet dangling as you listened to him. His brain fed him with the image of you running up to him to hug him after the race, your bright smile being a much better prize than the trophy he had left on the ground.

And then he and Charles ended up in different series, meaning you weren’t there at his races anymore. His race weekends became much colder and emptier, he decided to focus solely on racing, pushing every single thought related to you to the back of his mind. He kept an eye on his rival, of course, he needed to know how he performed, if he was still good enough to one day catch up to him. He also wanted to know if you were still following him around like a shadow, if you still stood next to him on countless photos that he would later share on social media. He just wanted to see you, to know you were okay. 

His mother was the only one who figured out he had a little crush on you. She noticed him staring at photos of you, and she was kind enough to start a conversation about you, giving him the chance to finally give someone a speech about how special you were to him, how nice you were to everyone, how pretty you were, and how much he wished he could talk to you. He didn’t even know why he told her everything without feeling embarrassed, but maybe he was just grateful to have the opportunity to get it off his chest after all those years. His mother told him to find you on social media and send you a message, after all that’s what those were made for. 

But he didn’t do it. His confidence was usually nowhere to be found when it came to you, and even now all he could think about was making a fool of himself. What if you said no? What if you told your brother and he would reappear in his life to give him hell for making a move on you? He didn’t want to risk that, so he just returned to watching you from afar. Sad and lonely, with the kind of pain in his heart that couldn’t be healed so easily. 

When he made it into F1, Max had a new challenge to face, and his head was always in the races, this cutthroat world forcing him to focus more than ever before. He knew it was only a matter of time before your brother debuted in the series as well, he just had to be patient and wait for it to happen, and once it did, you would be back in his life. So he waited and pushed himself, eventually winning his first race, and he couldn’t help but wonder if you saw him, if you were proud of him. 

But then one day he noticed that you suddenly disappeared from social media, all of your accounts were deleted, and he began to panic. Seeing your posts–even though he didn’t follow you–was always the highlight of his day, so what was he supposed to do now? How was he supposed to know what was happening in your life? And to make things worse, you were studying abroad, he didn’t have the chance to accidentally bump into you on the streets of Monaco. 

And then it happened. Charles finally caught up with him and joined F1. Max couldn’t have been happier. For one, he finally got his rival back, even a rush of adrenaline flowed through his veins at the thought of continuing their competition, and two, you would surely be back in the paddock. Maybe not at every race, but you would without doubt show up every now and then. So he began to count back the days to the first race of that season, having a feeling that you would not miss it, and then he spent the remaining time checking your family’s social media accounts to see if they shared any new photos of you.

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charles_leclerc: I want to say thank you to my team and my family for the support. It was a great first race with a decent result. I missed my baby sister though, she used to be my lucky charm.

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arthur_leclerc: Not bad.

pascale.leclerc.355: I'm so proud of you!

yourusername: What baby? I'm literally half an hour younger. That's not the baby category, you muppet.

⤷ charles_leclerc: You're a baby to me.

⤷ arthur_leclerc: You kinda are.

⤷ yourusername: Shut up, fetus.

⤷ charles_leclerc: And muppet? You spend too much time in London. Come back home.

⤷ yourusername: No.

You were back on Instagram apparently, and he had never tapped on a link faster before. His heart was racing from the excitement, expecting to see a bunch of photos of you, ones he hadn’t seen before, but to his disappointment, it was private. He couldn’t send you a request, he didn’t want you to know he was interested in your posts, and it was killing Max, because he was suffering from withdrawal symptoms by now. With your brother being back, he felt like that stupid kid again, which despite your absence came with the crushing feeling of a one-sided love he’d been suffering from for all those years.

Time passed, and he was just waiting and waiting, hoping one day you would show up, but you didn’t. There were posts on your family’s accounts, and you were glowing on every single photo, apparently having a happy life in London. He wondered if you were in a relationship. Did you have a special someone waiting for you? The thought of you being taken was devastating, because in his mind you were his, he truly believed that you were destined to be together.

[Nice to meet you, where you been?]

2023. He had to wait until the 2023 Azerbaijan Grand Prix to finally have you at a race. 

It all started with a burner account he created years ago to keep an eye on the posts from your family and other people connected to them. Just to see if they had any new content about you without the risk of accidentally liking a photo with his real account. It’s not stalking. It’s not bad. Well, not that bad. So that day he checked the posts in the morning while he got ready to leave, and he saw a post from Alexandra that the two of you were having breakfast together before heading out to the track to see your brother. 

His stomach did a flip, his heart rate jumped, and he suddenly felt like throwing up from the anxiety. He had always imagined this day would be easy. He catches you in the paddock, just “accidentally” bumping into you, greets you with a big, friendly smile with a short comment about how long it’s been, and he tells you how proud you must be of your brother. And then maybe they would have to talk about Charles for a while, but once you eased into the conversation, he could start to shift the conversation to you. How are you? Why haven’t you been to his races? Are you seeing anyone? If not, would you like to have dinner with him? 

But now that it was time to actually do this, he felt sick from the thought. He couldn’t do it, he didn’t feel confident enough to talk to you. It felt like he had traveled back in time, turning into a nervous, awkward kid again. How stupid did he have to be to assume you would be interested? Sure, he and Charles didn’t hate each other on a cellular level these days, they could tolerate each other, but they were still each other’s biggest rivals, so why would you be with him? 

Since it was sprint day, Max decided to focus on his job, but when he caught a glimpse of you as you celebrated your brother’s sprint qualifying win, he knew it was a futile attempt. You didn’t even look at him, even though he watched you for a few seconds with a stupid smile on his face and went over to congratulate Charles, which resulted in a kicked puppy feeling. The sprint race wasn’t any better, his head wasn’t really in it, but at least he could see you again. But then, just as he once again watched you with a smile, your eyes locked with his and you smiled back. Unlike back in the day, now he was sure this smile was meant for him. 

He got drunk on this lovely feeling, and as pathetic as it probably was, he found himself lingering around the Ferrari motorhome after the interviews and the debrief. There would be photos and rumors, he was aware of that, but he had to see you. He had to give himself the chance to say hello, to see if you were also interested, if you were willing to talk to him. Deep down he hoped you would be looking at him starry-eyed, giggling like you used to, your bubbly personality coming to the surface as you talked. 

Then he saw you step out on your own, looking around hesitantly as you probably tried to figure out where to go. You looked lost, but Max was more than happy to offer his services as a tour guide, so he walked over to you and stopped with a small smile on his face. “Need help?” he asked.

You turned to look at him with a surprised look, but then your features softened and you flashed the bright smile he missed so much at him. “I’m looking for the exit.”

“I can show you the way,” he offered, and he was surprised to see you quickly nod in response. As you began to walk in the right direction, Max’s brain worked in overdrive to figure out what to talk about, but in the end all he managed to come up with was a trivial question about why you were leaving on your own. 

“I came with Alex, but now she’s going back to the hotel with Charles. I figured I could take a look around the city before dinner, so I won’t wait for them,” you replied as you pushed your sunglasses up to the top of your head.

This was his best chance to ask you out, he knew that, which is why he let out a low hum with his hands behind his back as if he seriously had to think about it. “I can show you around if you’d like. And I know a really good restaurant, one that’s not the crowded fancy kind,” he said as he glanced over at you. 

He didn’t miss the way you blushed at the thought and he had to do his damn best to prevent a proud, cocky smile from appearing on his face. You clearly liked him, you were interested, what more could he wish for? After all those years here he was with you on his side, having a real conversation without your brother’s murderous looks, and on top of it all, he had the courage to ask you out on a date. Because he could tell you knew it would be a date, otherwise you wouldn’t be this shy all of a sudden.

Max came to a halt and gently put a hand on your arm to stop you. “I promise I won’t bite. Come on, just say yes,” he tried. 

“All right, let's do this.”

A wide smile appeared on his face upon hearing this. “Great. Let's get my stuff then we can leave.”

His fingers slowly slid down from your elbow to your hand so he could take it, pulling you after him as he took a sharp turn and headed to the Red Bull motorhome with you by his side. When you were finally on your way out for real, it was you who reached out for his hand, the contact making him involuntary blush. It made you both nervous, unsure of what this meant, but it still felt so natural, like you've been tied to the other by some invisible string.

The two of you spent the following hours walking around the city, with him telling you interesting details he had picked up throughout the years, and you listened to him talk with shining eyes, accompanied by a big smile that sometimes temporarily made him forget how to speak. It was new, it was exciting, and he could have sworn it was just the two of you in the city that night. His eyes always found their way to your face, taking in every little detail as if he hadn’t studied it before as a kid or on the pictures he saw on social media. 

When it was quite late, he took you back to the hotel you were staying in, but neither of you felt like saying goodbye just yet. For a minute or two you were just standing there in silence, waiting for the other to say something, to say what you both had on your mind out loud. He was the first to break under the sweet pressure, all because you nervously bit on your lower lip, a move that drew an almost animalistic growl out of him before he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss. 

You didn’t hesitate to return it, getting so lost in it that your hands moved up to his neck, gently pulling him closer as if it was even possible. He only broke the kiss to let his lips pepper small kisses across your face, using this opportunity to tell you something that had been on his mind ever since you agreed to come with him. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered to you, his nose pressing against the shell of your ear. 

“A whole twelve hours?” you asked with a delicate little giggle. 

He leaned back to look you in the eye, his big palm resting on your flushed cheek as he flashed a playful smile at you. “More like twelve years,” he corrected you. Your eyes grew wide from surprise, pupils still blown, and he couldn’t help but press a kiss on the tip of your nose. “What can I say, I had a crush on my biggest rival’s sister. And I still have to this day.”

Gulping, you watched him in silence for a while, a reaction that made him worry. Did he say something wrong? He was terrified of the thought of you letting go of him and disappearing behind the entrance of the hotel, leaving him behind for good. But before he could get lost in this spiral, you kissed his chin and went, “Well, I might have had a crush on a stupid blond boy with his stupid blue eyes too. But he never talked to me and I was warned to keep a safe distance from him,” you added. 

This made him kiss you again, and this time he didn’t hold back. He couldn’t care less about standing out on the street where everyone could see him, he couldn’t worry about photos emerging of the two of you. He wanted to claim you as his, making you understand that fate brought you together again, and if he had to do this in front of your damn hotel, then he was more than happy to do it right there with an audience. 

Your safe little bubble was burst by the constant buzzing of your phone, soon followed by the ringtone, and while he wished you would just ignore it, you swore under your breath and quickly answered it. You were speaking with someone in French, upset that they were bothering you right now, but soon your expression and voice changed, mirroring the panic you probably felt, because the moment you ended the call, you began to type furiously. When he gave you an expectant look with a questioning hum, you let out a sigh and showed him the screen. 

He took the device from your hand and scrolled over some posts that could be found under his name in the tags, showing the two of you kissing just a few minutes ago. Considering your brother was tagged in a few of them, it was quite obvious that he was the one who called you, and knowing him, he was probably fuming from anger. “I’m sorry,” he said as he gave you back your phone. 

To his surprise, you just shook your head with a smile, then stood on your toes to give him a quick kiss. “Don’t be. He’ll calm down and people will move on. Also, I’m too happy to care about the fans. Screw them,” you said with a laugh. 

Yeah, screw them. As long as you could think about this so casually, he was happy. Because the last thing he wanted was you being crushed by the pressure, deciding that this relationship wasn’t worth the effort it needed to work. He was willing to do whatever it took to make it work, he was ready to make sacrifices if needed, anything to keep you by his side. He was that lovesick teenage boy again, his brain clouded by a pink fog that affected his way of thinking. Was it wise to put rationality and logic aside? Not really, but he couldn’t care at the moment. 

Not when after all those years he could finally tell you how he felt, and he could hear you say you felt the same. 

“Does this mean you’ll give me your number?” he asked with a grin, already reaching for his phone. Shaking your head, you held out your hand, then typed it in, saving it under your name that you finished with a heart emoji. “Will you come to Miami with me? Then we could travel back to Monaco together and spend some time there until the race.”

You hesitated for the first time that night, looking away nervously as you fidgeted with your bracelet. “I wish I could, but I have to work. Maybe I can go to Monaco, but I’m not sure. I’m sorry, Max,” you told him when you finally turned back to him and saw the devastated look he probably had in his eyes. 

He was so lost in his fantasy world that he failed to consider that you might have had a life back home he knew nothing about. He didn’t know what you did for work, he only knew you lived in London. At least he assumed you still did. What else did he not know? What if you had someone waiting for you back home? Panic took over at the thought of this kiss being nothing more to you than a fleeting memory in a few hours, because he didn’t want to lose you so soon, he didn’t want to be a plaything you get bored of so fast. 

Somehow you picked up on his feelings, because you gently cupped his face to make him focus on you. “I have to be in L.A. next week, I don’t know when I’ll have a little break again,” you told him, eventually flashing a sweet smile at him. “But I’ll try to make it to Monaco on time, okay? I’ll even give ourselves a few days to relax together.”

“Promise?”

You nodded before burying your face into the crook of his neck. “I promise. I should get going, but I don’t want to leave you just yet,” you mumbled against his skin. 

Max buried his fingers into your hair then grabbed a handful of it to gently pull your head back. “Get some sleep. And if you feel lonely tomorrow at the track, feel free to visit me. You’re always welcome,” he said before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Now, go before I change my mind and take you back to my hotel.”

You laughed at this, but nodded nonetheless. “Good luck for the race. I don’t want you to beat my brother, but still. Goodnight, Max.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he said as he let you go. 

He stood there for a while, watching you disappear behind the entrance of the building, but once he took a deep breath to calm his heart that was still beating fast from the excitement he felt because of you, he headed back to his hotel. In the taxi he pulled out his phone and sent you a message. Then you replied, and the written conversation didn’t stop until you announced you were dead tired around one in the morning. 

You were his, he could feel it. After all those years, after all those dreams and sleepless nights, he could finally consider you to be more than just a precious memory. You were real. He could still taste you in his mouth. It felt like a dream, one he never wanted to wake up from.

In the morning, as he was heading to the track, Max received a message from his mother. All it said was, “I see you got the girl in the end.” He couldn’t hold back the big smile that wanted to creep on his face at the memory of that conversation they had all those years ago about you. After all that time, here he was, lost in the lavender haze because of you. 

During the drivers parade he didn’t miss the same old murderous looks he had received as a kid, but at least this time he knew he was safe in front of all the cameras. A part of him wanted to discuss this with Charles, but something told him it would be better if he let you do the talking. Even as kids, you had your brother wrapped around your finger, he highly doubted that had changed over the years. 

After the race he saw you congratulate your brother, but he didn’t miss the bright smile that you flashed at him. He considered walking over to you, stepping into Ferrari territory, but in the end decided not to risk it. If you came to a race as his guest, he would have the opportunity to get a tight hug from you before giving you a kiss in front of the whole world. 

They were heading to the cooldown room when Charles suddenly appeared next to him and said, “If you hurt her, I’ll launch us both into the nearest barrier the next time we meet on the track.” 

Max gulped and nodded. It was a fair warning. He was already afraid of fighting him on the track, but knowing he now had a good reason to attack him was truly terrifying. 

In the following week, the two of you talked a lot. Once you even told him that you hadn’t written a word in over an hour because of your conversation, but he still didn’t let you get back to work. He was selfish, he needed to hear your voice to function, to feel alive and know that the weekend before wasn’t some fever dream. He considered suggesting a visit to L.A. after the race to spend some time with you before you traveled back to Monaco together, but he had a feeling that he would be pushing his luck with that. 

The race weekend in Miami didn't start as planned. He was really mad and disappointed in himself after the qualifying, but talking to you made him feel a lot better. Even though you weren't there with him, knowing you cared so much helped him calm down and focus on the race ahead. 

On Sunday morning, a bit over an hour before the drivers parade, Checo asked him to follow him, acting all secretive when he said he wanted to show him something. Max wasn't in the mood for surprises, but then he noticed you standing there in their motorhome and a wide smile appeared on his face. He rushed over to you to pull you into a tight hug before kissing you fiercely, recharging his batteries by doing so.

“What are you doing here?” he asked when he stepped away, although he held your hands and wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon. 

You shrugged with that sweet smile on your lips. “Yesterday wasn't the best for you and I could tell you were frustrated. My brother got me a pass, and he decided to ask Checo to sneak me into your motorhome to surprise you,” you explained. 

This was a surprise, sure, but not because you were here. “Charles organized this?” You nodded. “Why?”

“I don't know, ask him.”

“The last time we talked he told me he would push us both into a barricade if I hurt you,” Max admitted, earning a shocked look from you. “Hey, it's okay, I'm not planning on hurting you. Soooo, want me to give you a tour?”

When you nodded, he quickly thanked his teammate for helping your brother with this plan, then put a hand on the small of your back and showed you every interesting corner of the place, telling you different stories from the years he spent here, and conveniently ended the tour in his driver's room so you could have some privacy before he had to leave for the drivers parade. 

Even though you were sitting on his bed with a mischievous smile on your lips, he kept talking about how he got ready for the races, answering a question he didn't realize was a hint until now. Because you were eyeing him as if you were planning to pounce at him or grab the front of his shirt and pull him on top of you.

With a sigh and a knowing smile he stood in front of you, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him. “Later, okay? This isn't the right time or place,” he told you.

“Why, what's the right time and place?”

He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “Somewhere I can take my time with you. This is not it, trust me.” Nodding, you stood up and gave him a quick kiss. “Will you watch the race from our garage, or will you go back to Ferrari?”

As you wrapped your arms around his neck, you buried your face into his chest. “Where do you want me?”

“Do you really have to ask?”

“Red Bull it is,” you mumbled against him.

Soon he had to leave you behind to meet the other drivers for the parade, and his heart was beating in his throat from the nervousness caused by the upcoming chat with your brother. Because he had to talk to him, he had to find out if he was suddenly supporting you two, and why he helped him by bringing you here. 

Charles was deep in a conversation with Pierre, but he wasn't afraid to interrupt them. “Can we talk?” he asked the Monegasque.

He nodded and followed him to a quieter corner. “I guess you met her,” he said with the hint of a smile. 

“Why did you do this?”

“Because she was sad. And I don't like to see my sister like that. If being with you can make her happy, so be it,” Charles explained. “I remember how things used to be in our karting days. I remember how much she talked about you, and I remember the way you always watched her. Guess you found each other again. It doesn't mean we'll be best friends now, but maybe we should bury the hatchet.”

Max didn't even know what to say at first, which was new. Your brother's speech surprised him, he definitely wasn't expecting him to be okay with your relationship so soon after it had begun. Nodding, he offered his hand, and Charles shook it without hesitation. 

He wanted to say something, he wanted to tell him how grateful he was for not making a scene or their lives a living hell, but the organizers told them it was time to go. So he waved goodbye and left to find his friends.

Sadly, he didn't have time to talk to you again, he only caught a glimpse of you before getting in the car, and he wanted to focus on the race ahead anyway. He knew you knew that, which is why he didn't feel like shit for not doing anything he could to squeeze in a few minutes to spend with you. 

After he crossed the finish line, Max had a good feeling and he couldn't stop smiling in his helmet. He wasn't happy because he managed to win, no, he was happy because he knew you would be there with the team to greet him in the parc fermé. After all those years he could finally see you celebrate his good result instead of your brother's. 

After he got out of the car, he quickly took off his helmet and balaclava, then ran over to his team to greet a few people before stopping in front of you, watching you with a wide grin as he waited for you to give him the green light. When you finally nodded, he pulled you into a fierce kiss, the adrenaline in his system working wonders. 

“I hope we'll find the right place and time tonight, because post-race you is criminally hot,” you whispered into his ear with a cute laugh.

If it was up to him, he would have skipped the celebration and debrief parts of the day, but the best he could offer now was making everyone hurry so you could get back to his hotel as soon as possible. “We will, trust me,” he assured you eventually before being dragged away for interviews.

[It's you and me, that's my whole world]

Max knew that the Monaco grand prix would be the perfect time to ask you. But he wanted to do this right, and since he had learned in the past year how important your family was to you, he requested a meeting with your mother and Charles to discuss his intentions.

Maybe it was old fashioned, but your brother was a bit overprotective, he wanted to make sure he was comfortable with the idea of having him as a brother-in-law. Your mother wouldn't be a problem, he knew that, because she had often commented on how well he took care of you, and how happy she was that you found someone who was this enamored with you.

So now here he was in your mother's apartment, sitting across from her and Charles as if he was facing the Spanish Inquisition. He took a deep breath to steady his breathing and give himself a moment to figure out where to begin. In the end he decided to be direct, so he pulled out the little jewelry box from his pocket, and placed it on the table between them after he opened it to reveal the ring inside.

Pascale had her hands over her mouth as she gasped in surprise, but soon it was revealed that she was smiling happily when she reached for the box. “When are you planning to ask her?” she wondered as she took a closer look at the ring.

“After the race. Well, since I don't know what Sunday brings, I was aiming for Monday. I'm planning to take her out for lunch, then we would drive to a spot where I can ask her in peace. I already have an event planner getting a party ready for the evening,” Max explained with a shy smile.

And there was that trademark look again from Charles. He watched him with narrowed eyes as he leaned over to take a look at the jewelry in his mother's hand. “And if she says no?” Pascale poked his side with a disapproving look. “What? It's a possibility. They've only been dating for a year. It's too early.”

Your mother let out a sigh as she rolled her eyes. “Don't listen to him, Max, I'm sure she will say yes. She loves you very much. Oh, I'm so happy for you, come here,” she said as she stood up with her arms open.

With a relieved sigh, he stood up and walked around the table to hug her. “Does this mean you have no problem with my plan?” he asked hesitantly.

“Of course not!”

“I do,” Charles spoke up, earning a pointed look from his mother.

Pascale put his hands on her hips as she watched her son. “You would have a problem with any guy who tried to ask her to marry him, no matter how long they've been together. I know you want to protect her, but you can't do it forever. You have your own relationship to focus on, and I don't remember her ever having a problem with your decisions.”

Finally, your brother let out a long sigh, then nodded. “All right, you have my blessing. But remember what I told you last year,” he warned him.

“Yeah, I know, the barrier.”

Your mother's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them. “What barrier?”

When he saw the pointed look Charles gave him to shut him up, Max decided to lie. “It's more of a metaphor, nothing worth mentioning,” he said, forcing a smile on his face.

“I see,” she said, although it was clear she didn't believe a word he said. “I'm so happy for you. When will you ask Alex?” she suddenly turned to her son.

Charles almost choked on the water he was drinking. “Really? Just because she's getting engaged, I don't have to copy her right away,” he complained.

A few days later Max had his doubts about the timing. Charles won the race, becoming the national hero, so would it be fair to avert the attention away from him the next day? So he did the only thing he could think of and asked your brother if he would be okay with him going on with this as planned. He said yes, probably knowing two events with this magnitude would make you extremely happy.

Lunch was nice, you joked a lot about Oscar becoming an honorary Leclerc, but you were mostly talking about all the love your brother's been receiving since the race win. He understood that, and he truly believed this was a well-deserved win, one that's been a long time coming. He wished he had a car that could fight theirs, but right now they only had their special moments every now and then.

When you reached your destination and the two of you sat on a picnic blanket with a bottle of wine opened, Max began to feel nervous. He'd been dreaming about this for so long, even as a stupid kid he imagined spending your lives together, but now that he was supposed to pop the question he felt surprisingly uncertain. 

You took a sip of your drink before snuggling up to him, even letting out a quiet giggle when you felt him wrap an arm around your body. He placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head while his free hand reached for the box in his pocket. He hesitated, wondering if this was the right time to do it, if he should give your relationship more time, but as he inhaled your sweet scent, he suddenly realized it would be foolish to waste your precious time.

So he moved his hand to yours and placed the little black box into your palm. You glanced at him with a surprised look on your face, and when he nodded to make you open it, you did exactly that. A small gasp left your lips when you realized what it was, what it meant, so he took this chance to tell you what was on his mind.

“I don't want to wait. I know we will have to sort a few things out, but I'm sure we can find a solution to everything. I travel around a lot, I know that, but if you could work remotely every now and then, we would just have to put effort into making our schedules work,” he said, his voice fading when you put up a finger to stop him.

He watched you examine the ring, taking in every little detail with a warm smile playing on your lips. “Maybe you should say those four words before giving me a speech about logistics,” you suddenly noted.

“What–Oh, right,” he said when realization hit him, then took the ring from you to do this right. “Will you marry me?” 

You let out a low, thoughtful hum instead of answering. Did you really have to think about it? But then you looked up at him with that beaming smile of yours and said yes, making him the happiest man with this single word.

“We're going to our engagement party tonight. I invited everyone who's important to us,” he announced.

“A party? And if I said no?” 

Rolling his eyes, Max let out a groan. “I swear you and Charles couldn't deny being twins if you wanted to,” he said, earning a questioning look. “That was his first question as well.”

The party in the evening was wonderful. Everyone was so happy to hear the news, and they had a lot of fun together. You and your mother disappeared for a while, and soon Charles and Arthur decided to join you in a private room, which gave him some time to talk to Alex. He needed to know what your brother truly thought of this engagement, and she surely knew something.

They sat on a couch next to each other, and she was watching him with a knowing smile over the cocktail in her hand. “What do you want to know?” she asked.

It took Max by surprise, but he was relieved to know she was willing to talk to him. “What does Charles think about this? I mean, really think? I'm sure he told you.” 

“He thinks you're taking her away from him, but that's only because they're so close. Dating someone is one thing, but planning a wedding?” She shrugged, but the kind smile was still present. “Look, he understands that this is what she wants, he knows how much you love her, so he made peace with the idea.”

Nodding, he leaned back and drank some from his cocktail. “So I have nothing to worry about?” 

“As long as you don't hurt her.”

“I'm not planning to do that,” he assured her.

Alex's smile grew even wider. “Then you have nothing to be afraid of.”

Their conversation went on for a little longer, but then it was interrupted by Lando who showed up with shots on a tray, planning to give him a speech while getting drunk together. He accepted his offer with a laugh, and Alex decided to give them space after sharing a drink with them. 

Lando had an arm wrapped around Max’s shoulder after their third shot, animatedly explaining something related to marriage, some weird theory that didn't even make much sense. How much he had drunk before was a mystery, but he was his friend, so he just listened to him with a smile. 

Hours later they all went home, and he was glad to finally have you all to himself. You spent the night talking, sleep somehow avoiding the both of you, but he didn't mind, it was nice to discuss things you were expecting from the wedding. Because you were already planning it in your head, trying to decide where to hold the reception, how many guests to invite, and what kind of dress you wanted.

And then you brought up the date. You were thinking about a month with a lower temperature, maybe in the spring, but he had a different idea. He didn't want to wait until next year. If it was up to him, the two of you would elope the next day, getting married without anyone knowing. But he knew you would want your family and friends to be there, so he was willing to settle with an alternative.

“How about this year? The beginning of September or the first half of October? We have short breaks then,” he suggested. 

You looked surprised, but despite the frown, you seemed to consider the idea. “This soon? Planning a wedding takes time, even if we get help from a professional wedding planner–”

Max smiled at you before leaning forward to give you a quick kiss. “I already took care of that. She said even a September wedding is possible if we're open to a compromise when it comes to the venue,” he told you.

“I'm not even surprised to hear that,” you said with a laugh. “So September, huh? I'll need to start looking for a wedding dress right now then.”

The next few months were challenging when it came to the races, the car wasn't performing the way it should have, but his frustration always melted away the moment his eyes fell on you, whether you were there at the track or during a video call after the race. He was always reminded that he would get to marry you soon, that all he had to do was be patient.

When the time came, he was full of energy, he was as excited as a little kid on Christmas, and he couldn't wait to hear you say yes. The thought of Charles walking you down the aisle made him smile every time because you knew how important that was to you. To the both of you. 

And when he tried to imagine what you would look like, how your dress would hug your body, how your hair and makeup would be done, he couldn't stop grinning. If there was one thing you and your brother had in common, it was the ability to look effortlessly pretty without trying.

But reality surpassed his wildest dreams, because you were breathtakingly beautiful. And his mind began to wander, he was already several steps ahead, planning to do something that could take your relationship to the next level, and his thoughts only returned to the present when the ceremony got the the I dos. 

Before the reception began, he flagged down the photographer to ask for the photos he had taken not long ago, and once you both received the pictures, he immediately posted it on Instagram. He knew he should have waited and posted a photo dump, but he was too eager to share the news of his marriage with the world.

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Your wedding was truly a celebration of your relationship, of your future together, and the love that tied you to all those people in your lives. He was one of the three people who knew a little secret; a secret he allowed to be announced to you and your family on your wedding day.

So you two and your family members gathered in the room you had gotten ready in, and you all watched Charles who was pale as a ghost, fidgeting with his watch until Alex reached for his hand with a supportive smile.

“I know this is your big day, sis,” he began, giving you an apologetic look, “but Max let us make the announcement today since you're all here.” 

He stopped and looked over at his girlfriend, letting her be the one to get to the point. “I’m pregnant,” she said happily.

Max’s eyes never left you, he was waiting to see your reaction, and he didn't regret waiting, He saw that wide smile that appeared on your face, and heard that adorable happy squeal before you ran over to your brother to give them both a hug. That's exactly the reaction he was expecting from you, this is why he told them to make the announcement that day.

Once everyone left to have a drink while they told it to their friends too, the two of you remained in there alone, and he was quick to close the door and push your back against it before you could walk out as well. You gave him a surprised look, but he turned the lock as he kissed you fiercely, his hand moving down to your waist to keep you in place.

“I was thinking,” he began as his lips trailed along your jawline. “And before you say it, I'm definitely not turning this into some kind of competition with Charles. But remember when we talked about starting the baby project after the wedding? We are after the wedding technically, no?”

Now that you knew what he wanted, you reached up to tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him into another kiss. “We’ll have to be quick if we don't want the guests to notice,” you mumbled when you pulled away for a moment.

He gave you a disapproving look at this. “I don't care about the guests. I will take my time with you. Now, buttons or zipper?” 

“Buttons,” you replied with a quiet chuckle.

With a groan, he stepped back and moved his index finger in a circle. “Turn around,” he said. As he began the painfully slow and annoying task of unbuttoning your dress’ back, he added, “A zipper would have been so much better.”

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Max had always known he wouldn't race forever, and with his son in the picture, he always made sure you were okay with him going on. Because he would spend most part of the year traveling, leaving the two of you behind, but you always told him it was okay, that you could go to a few races with him to spend some time together.

When his son became old enough, he took him karting to see if he was even interested. He had grown up watching him in F1, he saw old videos of his races against his uncle, so neither of you were surprised when at the age of six he began to talk about starting to race himself. But it wasn't his idea only, Charles's son was also hell-bent on racing. 

This is how their old rivalry continued with a new generation, although they definitely didn't hate each other off the track. It was truly heartwarming to see them celebrate together, hugging each other after a successful race. Of course, this came with the media's attention, they often wrote about the two being at the top of their category, but neither of them paid much attention to that.

The problems began when his son fell back into the midfield in the new season, because shortly after articles began to appear about his talent. Well, more like the lack of it. Some journalists thought he didn't have what it took to be as good as his father, and Max was fuming from anger every time he read one of these.

“Just don't read them,” you suggested one night after putting your son to bed. 

You sat in his lap with your arms wrapped around his neck, and Max put down his phone with a sigh. “It's hard to ignore these idiots. They know absolutely nothing about him, they don't know what's going on with him behind the scenes,” he said before giving you a soft kiss.

It was true. During the break, your nephew proudly showed him an article about the two of them, so he figured he should do his own research. And all he saw were articles where journalists were comparing him to his father, analyzing his every move on the track. It put pressure on him, pressure that he apparently couldn't handle.

He didn't hesitate to take him to a psychologist, knowing perfectly well his mental health came first, but it was a slow process. The two of you did your best to help him, you always told him how good he was, that he just needed a little time to ease back into racing after the break. And you both also assured him that you would love him more than anything even if he stopped racing altogether.

“Did you read what my father said?” he asked you suddenly, and you shook your head in response. “He said that I wasn't pushing him hard enough. I swear he's out of his goddamn mind,” he said angrily. 

You placed a soft kiss on his temple, then rested your chin on top of his head. “You know what he's like. As long as you don't start acting like him–”

“I would never,” he was quick to assure you.

“I know. Limiting contact between him and our son was the best decision we could make. Let's just hope these comments don't reach our boy.”

Max began to place soft kisses on your neck, his hand slowly moving up your back under the shirt. “I love you two so much,” he mumbled against your skin. “I'll discuss what to do tomorrow. I know some journalists have been trying to reach me for a comment, if the team says it's okay to talk to them, I will. Nobody should mess with my family.”

“Just try to stay calm. I know it's been a long time since Mad Max came out to play, but we're doing fine without him,” you said with a short laugh.

He looked up at you as he captured your lips in a kiss. “I can't make any promises.”

The next day the team gave him the green light to comment on the speculations under the condition of every single word being sent via email to have proof later. Though the PR people tried to tone down his harsh reaction, Max wasn't about to let them. He wanted the journalists to know he wasn't about to let them write that bullshit about his son anymore. 

If they had a problem, they should come to him first for comment instead of publishing these pieces so anyone, including his son, could see it. If they wrote something like that, he wanted to have a quote from himself there too, mostly because he wanted his son to know his father was always in his corner.

As he waited for news about the journalists who received his comment from his team, Max saw his phone buzz on the table to signal a new message. When he checked it, he saw it was from Charles, and since he had nothing better to do, he quickly checked it.

Just as he hoped, some of the articles were extended with his comment, or in some cases brand new pieces were published. They visibly toned down the vitriol, probably understanding that they were talking about a kid, not an adult who could protect himself. He even received a message or two in which journalists apologized for the way they handled this topic. 

The perks of including two off the record sentences to make them think. “If it was your child, would you be happy to read this? Wouldn't you worry how it affects them?” he wrote.

When he got home, the first thing he did was hugging his son tightly, telling him how much he loved him, promising to play against him in the sim rig after dinner. You were watching them with a loving smile on your lips, one that drew him closer and made him kiss you softly.

“Have you checked Instagram lately?” you asked him. Raising an eyebrow, Max shook his head. With a smile, you opened it on your phone and navigated to your brother's account before giving it to him. “We can count on our family, no matter what. As long as our son has this support, everything's gonna be okay.”

When he read the caption, he couldn't help but smile. “We should show him,” he said, motioning towards your son who was writing his homework. 

You shook your head as you took back your phone. “He was the one who saw it first.”

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The Angel and the Devil (Regina George X Reader Smut)

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Summary: You and Regina fight with aggressive flirting and hungry looks, always making tensions unbearably thick. When Regina invites you to her halloween party, the two of you finally decide to do something about this tension.

A/N: au where the halloween party is at regina’s instead of aaron’s. havent seen the musical movie yet but it looks like renee’s regina’s wearing an angel costume, so whichever regina you’re picturing (renee or rachel) is wearing an angel costume. feel like there’s not much hate in this hate fuck fic but oh well

C/W: mean!dom!regina a bit lol, fingering (reader receiving), pussy slapping (just like once), degrading, hate fucking ig, finger sucking, cum eating ig idk man

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You had no idea why you were here right now. You could’ve been home or at another party. Hell, you could’ve gone trick or treating even though you were eighteen and didn’t have a little brother or sister to use as an excuse to go door to door for candy.

But instead, you were standing in Regina George’s massive living room, wondering why she invited you to her party, why you came, and how long it would take before you were drunk out of your mind.

You barely recognized anyone here; you and Regina didn’t exactly run in the same crowds. You were able to name a passing face every now and then, but that was about it.

“Well, well.” You could hear the smirk on Regina’s lips before you saw it, whipping around to see her standing behind you. “I’m surprised you actually came. Thought you’d be too busy doing… well, whatever it is losers do.”

“If you didn’t think I’d come, why bother inviting me?” You asked with a sneer. She shrugged, hands planted on her hips as she leaned in close to you.

“Just curious.” You stared at each other for a minute, and you gulped at the close proximity. “Nice costume,” Regina said before walking off, wings almost hitting you as she turned around. It was then that you realized that, in a way, you and Regina were matching this Halloween. While she was dressed as an angel with somewhat extravagant wings, you were decked in red and devil horns.

It was funny, considering that half the time, you thought of Regina as the devil.

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A few hours later, and you couldn’t help but notice that Regina was always nearby. It made sense, considering this was her house and her party. But you couldn’t find an explanation for why every time you’d accidentally glance at her, you’d find that she was already looking at you.

Feeling small under Regina’s gaze, you felt the need to hide. Your best bet was finding a bathroom, but you didn’t know where one was. You weren’t about to ask Regina, but you also didn’t want to be caught cluelessly snooping around.

“Hey!” You almost had to shout over the music, getting the attention of some girl you knew from one of your classes. “Do you know where the bathroom is?”

“No, sorry.” She said with a lopsided frown and a shrug.

“I’ll take you.” You almost jumped in surprise at the sudden voice, looking over your shoulder to see the one person you were trying to get away from. Regina stared down at you, jerking her head toward the bathroom as she bit her lip. “Follow me.” She said, turning around without giving you a chance to decline.

You followed the blonde up the stairs, going down one of the many hallways in the house. As you walked, crowds of people turned into stragglers until you and Regina were the only ones there. 

She opened a door and stepped to the side, waiting for you to walk in. You did so nervously, becoming confused when you entered the room. It wasn’t a bathroom; it was a massive bedroom. If you had to guess, it was Regina’s.

“Bathroom’s on the left.” Regina’s voice was close, and you wouldn’t be surprised if she was standing directly behind you. She shut the door, making you shiver, and you quickly scurried off to the bathroom, not missing Regina’s small huff of laughter.

You locked the door behind you, marveling at the interior. Whoever designed this bathroom certainly had taste. The bathtub had jets, the shower had two different showerheads, and the mirror above the sink was lit from behind. And even though it was dark outside, you could see a skylight in the middle of the ceiling.

You surveyed yourself in the mirror, seeing that the heat in your cheeks from Regina’s close proximity was evident on your face. You splashed some cold water on your face, doing your best not to mess up your eye makeup or lipstick. Regina was probably still out there, not trusting you to be alone in her room.

After a few minutes of just standing in front of the sink, you took a deep breath and left the bathroom. It was no surprise to you to see Regina waiting for you.

“Thanks.” You muttered, ready to go back downstairs to the party.

But it seemed that Regina had other plans. She grabbed your elbow to pull you away from the bedroom door before pushing you against the wall.

“And where do you think you’re going?” She asked in a sultry voice, tilting her head to the side.

“Downstairs.” You responded meekly, unable to keep your eyes from trailing down her body. For a lot of girls, Halloween was a time of year to dress slutty without being judged for it. You and Regina were two of those girls, and you certainly weren’t judging.

Based on the hungry look in her eyes, lip pulled between her teeth, you were guessing that she wasn’t judging you either. 

There was a wordless exchange between the two of you. After all the staring and insults, you might as well let some steam out of the pot. You were alone; it would be your little secret.

One second, you and Regina were staring at each other with desire, and the next, you were pinned to the wall, making out with the blonde girl that you loathe so much.

As much as you hated to admit it, you were like putty in her hands. Regina’s hands wandered over every square inch of your body that she could reach. One decided to settle on your left tit, squeezing and pawing at you through your satin dress while the other gripped your hip to keep you in place. You moaned into her mouth, body squirming and begging for more.

“Needy, needy girl.” Regina’s tone was condescending, making you whine. You simultaneously hated and loved the effect that she was having on you.

As if reading your mind, Regina’s hand that lay on your boob trailed down your tummy and to the hem of your dress. She bunched the fabric up around your hips, a smirk growing on her lips that were messily smeared with lip gloss.

“Aw, it matches your dress.” She cooed, playing with the lace of your red panties. She looked up, reveling in the shy expression on your face. “I bet your bra’s red too.”

You didn’t bother to answer. Regina’s attention returned to what was between your quivering thighs. A finger landed on your clothed clit, rubbing in slow circles and making you shiver.

“More.” You whimpered. “Please, Regina.”

“Look at you.” She responded, hooking her finger on the seat of your panties to pull them to the side. “Being so polite for me. So wet, too.”

Her hand cupped your pussy, a finger teasing your entrance as she gaged your reaction. You sighed in content, screwing your eyes shut and throwing your head back. But your eyes snapped open, a sharp gasp escaping your lips when Regina slapped your aching cunt. The hand on your hip gripped your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“Eyes on me.” She demanded, finger gently trailing back to your hole. “Gonna be a good girl for me?”

You nodded embarrassingly quickly, and she grinned. Satisfied with your answer, Regina decided to finally give you what you were craving and plunged a finger into you. Her strokes were slow, making you whine and buck your hips for more. She decided to be merciful, giving you another finger and pressing your G-spot with every thrust of her hand.

As Regina fingerfucked you, the heel of her palm rubbed your clit furiously. You were having a bit of a hard time keeping your eyes on the blonde, getting too wrapped up in the pleasure she was giving you. Worried your shaky legs might give out, you wrapped an arm around Regina’s shoulders, almost knocking your hand into her giant feathered wings. In response, Regina let go of your face and helped you lift one of your legs to hook around her hip, leaning you more against the wall to keep you upright.

The new angle made you shudder in pleasure, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Regina knew, too, because she somehow picked up the already fast pace at which she was thrusting into you.

“Gonna come, sweetheart?” She laughed lightly. “About to come from me playing with your pussy like it’s my little toy? Fucking pathetic.”

“Uh-huh.” You let out a choked moan, hand gripping Regina’s shoulder to try to ground yourself.

“Let go, baby.” Regina cooed. “Come all over my fingers like the desperate little girl you are. You can do it.”

As if your body was waiting for Regina’s permission, the coil inside you snapped, and you came with a breathless moan, your body shaking as you latched onto her for support. She continued her assault on your cunt, fingers pistoning in and out of you and helping your ride out your climax.

When you came down from your high, Regina’s hand left your wet cunt, raising it to your mouth.

“Open.” She softly demanded, watching you eagerly wrap your lips around her fingers that were coated with your arousal. You groaned at the taste, cleaning off her digits with your tongue. 

Regina’s fingers left your mouth with a small ‘pop,’ and her thumb swiped against your lip to clean up some smudged lipstick. She fixed the seat of your panties, giving your sensitive cunt a pat before pulling your dress back down into place.

“For the devil, you’re such a good girl for me, L/n.” Regina teased, giving you another hungry look before stepping away.

You watched her open the door, waiting for you to leave first. You were convinced that your legs wouldn’t work, but you were able to stumble out, Regina close behind you.

At least now you know why she invited you.

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Description: Fermin does not like to share you with anyone. 

Pairing: Dark Step-Brother!Fermin | Naive Step-Sister!You.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction and does not represent Fermin Lopez in any way. It also contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact. 

Warning(s): Dubcon/Noncon, Fermin is mean, dark!Fermin, infantilization, unprotected p-in-v, spanking, degradation, dacryphilia, dumbification, possessive!Fermin, obsessive behaviors, ddlg vibes. 

Note: The Pedri one is gonna be much bigger as it has my favorite trope and Spanish man so it'll have to wait, unfortunately. Until then… 

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Fermin does not like to share you with anyone. He doesn't know when exactly his contempt for his step-father's daughter turned into this but he doesn't care. Nor does he try to rationalize it anymore.

You are his, as he is yours.

It's quite simple, really. You're family and no one can or should come between you. No one will ever be as sincere with you like your family– he is and being the naive little thing you are, you should know that big brother always knows best. 

It doesn't matter even if he's younger than you. 

Fermin says it's all about what's in the head.

And yours is as empty as a wooden doll's.

So you say nothing and simply whimper as your head lowers when he roughly drags you inside the house by your arm before taking you to his room. You want to speak up; tell him about the forgotten kid in the park that you're supposed to be babysitting.

But you know better than to speak when big brother is angry. 

What he says goes. 

And so you're bent over his study table within the next new minutes with your skirt pushed all the way up to your waist while you sob uncontrollably and take your punishment.

“I- I am sorry, big brother– ah!” Your back twists upwards when yet another ruthless rap resounds against your tender skin that is flush with a deep shade of red. “I- I swear! I was only helping Lucia swing– ouch!” A rough hiccup rips out of your throat when your brother refuses to show you any mercy. “Please!” Fermin is not in the mood to listen. 

But he can never be wrong. Because he is big brother. So the fault is definitely yours. How many times has he told you not to speak to other boys? But you are one disobedient little sister! Big brother only wants what is best for you and to protect you because all boys except for him are pigs who only want to take advantage of you! 

“I knew this job was a bad idea” your form stills and your blood runs cold. Slap. But no scream comes out of you this time. Oh no. “You're too little to be out by yourself let alone handle another kid” his voice is low; the deadly calm of his tone causing your knees to tremble. “I fucking knew it–”

“NO! NO BIG BROTHER, PLEASE!” You are absolutely powerless against him so if he pulls the plug on your job, no one will be able to let you keep it. “I swear! That boy came to me first! I swear! I have no idea who he was!”

Fermin grimaces as he clenches his already tense jaw so hard that it ticks. He lands another harsh spank on your quivering ass. Of course. You didn't even notice how that boy has been circling you and Lucia in the park for a few days now, having finally mustered the courage to speak to you only today as you are known as Fermin's sister. 

“I am s- sorry…” You draw your words out as you feel him snatch the tatter of your panties away. “I promise I'll b- be better n- now, big bro-ther, p- please just- OH!” Your eyes squeeze shut as you break into another fit of sobs from the powerful slap that lands on your bare folds now. 

“Tsk, how many times do I have to teach you the difference between punishment time and play time, huh little sis?” A loud squelching noise sounds in the air as he spreads your drenched pussy lips. “Shamelessly making a mess all over big brother's desk during her punishment like a silly little slut, tsk” the blood under your already flush cheeks bubbles as you whimper. 

“S- Sorry, big brother…” Your toes curl as he goes about feeling up your mound. “C- Can't help…” Your teeth pull your bottom lip between them when one of his fingers start to toy with the sensitive band of your entrance. “P- Please… help…” Fermin has taught you to come to him whenever you feel funny between your legs because you have a serious condition that must be kept a secret if you don't want the scary hospital people to take you away from your home and big brother forever. Thankfully, he knows how to fix it so all you have to do is to go to him whenever it happens. Your big brother is the best, really. Because he doesn't help you like meanie doctors with bitter medicine but instead plays with you in an admittingly odd but fun way that is stranger than anything you've ever done but it is also what you can only describe as very nice at the same time. 

“Tsk, are we in a position to make demands?” You wince at the way he scolds you before landing one last powerful smack to your pussy, making you cry aloud as you crash into the desk you are bent over from the force. “Disobeying big brother and putting yourself at risk and then whining about help, I spoil you too much, don't I little sis?” You bite your lip as you hear his fly go undone. 

Oh God. 

He takes you unprepared sometimes when he is angry or unhappy. 

Today is going to be one of those days. 

If only his junior -as he likes to refer to it- wasn't so big, you wouldn't be so scared. 

Because his girth has nearly ripped you many a time. 

“Whining for weeks because all your little friends were getting babysitting jobs and so you wanted to get one too…” Your fingers tightly curl around the edges of the desk as you feel his thick tip press against your entrance, his warm big hands clasping around your sides firmly. “Misbehaving with big brother and throwing all kinds of tantrums…” Well, yeah. You did give him the cold shoulder until he agreed. “Assuring him you would be fine only to do this–” his last words nearly melt into a hiss as he jerks his hips against yours with a powerful thrust and in comes plunging his hard shaft. 

“BIG BROTHER!” A most vile moan escapes you as the upper half of your body goes limp over the smooth surface of the desk. 

“Just imagine if I wasn't out front fixing my bike?” He is beginning to get breathless, huge cock moving between your channel of flesh and out of you slow yet rough. “And if I didn't save you in time?” A spank delivers onto your bruised ass but it is much lighter than all the other ones you have been subject to this evening. “Do you have any idea how badly that could have ended for you?” But his reproaches are no more than background buzz for you now. Your eyelids have gotten droopy and your senses are melting. 

Big brother's dick is inside you and his thick veins angrily pulsate against your bare, sensitive flesh in the best way and that's all that matters.

“Hnnng” your lips feel dry as you bite down on them, your back arching and pussy squelching out a whine when he pulls out nearly all the way. “Big brother– AH!” His hands restrain you from moving along the force of his cock this time around so all of him can be buried deep within your cunt instead of your body slamming into the desk.

“Or maybe… big brother isn't enough for you now, huh? Is that it?” Your eyebrows furrow at his words as your eyes struggle to open because his movement is beginning to get frequent… and not in a nice way. “Is that why you're going around town like a stupid little slut with her silly little pussy in need of fixing?” Your body can't help but rock a little despite his hold on your hips as the stiff skin of his cock grazes against your sensitive flesh faster and faster with each thrust. When you continue to mewl and clench around him instead of answering, Fermin clicks his tongue before he lands a slap on one of your ass cheeks, his fingers coiling around your hair. “Well?!”

“N- No!” Your features twist in discomfort when you feel the band of your entrance forcefully expand around the base of his cock in order to accommodate his balls since your pussy is so wet and your walls so greedy that they want to devour all the dick he has to offer. “B- Big brother w- will always be e-nough for me!” Your neck cranes backwards as you feel him tug at your strands while his bottom half claps against yours loudly. 

“That's fucking right” your mouth falls open when his tip works its way up your cunt and finds the spot where your nerves are sensitive today, the harsh thrust causing your head to spin. “And you better remember that the next time a silly little boy approaches you” neon stars began to appear in your vision as he moves you down and onto the table before his hands roughly move to your thighs, his hips violently snapping against yours all the while. The sound of the other side of the desk colliding with the wall next to it fills your hot ears as you feel Fermin spread your legs as far as they can go, his ballsack sinking into your sore yet much gratified entrance with each thrust now. 

“Tell me you're mine” you feel him bend one of your legs before placing your knee on the table to access you even deeper. “Tell me you're all mine!”

“BIG BROTHER!” You are panting desperately like a bitch in heat, your tight insides on the verge of your first of many orgasms of the day. “I– AH! I AM– OH!” His fingers slip between your cunt and the smooth wooden top of the desk. 

Fermin's back drapes over your back as you feel his lips hover over your ear, his coarse digits gliding across your slippery folds. “Say it and big brother will give you the cummies” he kisses the tear stains on your flushed face. “You like the cummies right?” He speaks to you like one does a child while obliterating you like you are his very own personal whore (you are). You vehemently nod, grunting and whining as you focus on holding yourself back because cumming without big brother's permission is prohibited and you are in enough trouble already. 

“I AM Y- YOURS, BIG BROTHER! A- ALL YOURS! O- ONLY YOURS!” You scream out in agony, feeling yourself overcrowded, overstuffed and overstimulated all at once. “P- PLEA–” 

Fermin loves your sobs of pure wanton. “Cum for big brother” as if a switch goes off, your orgasm barrages through you like a dam coming undone. Temporary vertigo fills your ears as your pussy tightly clenches around his hard shaft that is still pounding your seeping cunt just as hard. Your vision falters and your body gives up as the upper half of your body that you were barely keeping upright drops against the table with a soft thump. 

Your body spasms as your toes curl from the overstimulation but you know better than to complain. Big brother does so much for your protection and pleasure, it is only fair that you returned the favor by being nice to him back. Yes, he is difficult to satiate and one cummie is never enough for him. 

But taking care of each other is what family is all about.

… Right? 

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I appreciate feedback >.< Also I can't believe I neglected exam prep for this lmfaooo <3 

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Perfect Queen?

BRANDON STARK X READER

Summary- As the new queen and lady of Winterfell, you feel out of place. Thankfully, Bran reassures you of your position and loves you for who you are- not who you are trying to be.

A/N- I have not written for GoT in awhile, but HotD season 2 has sparked my interest again! Reminder that REQUEST ARE OPEN! <3

Requested by- @eualiabd @zamwnda

Word count- 1,612

You were barely a noble. The third daughter out of seven girls born into house Frey. Not a single male survived long enough to carry on the family name. What does a family full of women do? Marry off. So quickly that just after your ten and nine birthday, you were the only sister who was unwed.

Maybe being from a low house, and not having much experience with lordship- landed you as King Brandon Starks wife.

Of course, your mother was ecstatic when the king of all men, wanted to marry you. You had only known the previously named prince when he was a boy.

His father, Ned Stark, would visit on business to the Riverlands. Brandon always joined, eager to see you. Even after his fall, you were able to see him one last time before he disappeared for many years. You were devastated when you learnt of his 'death.' When he returned, you figured he forgot all about you. Though, a dozen knights showing up at your door, requesting you to meet with the King, changed your mind.

"A Stark never forgets an oath." Was his reasoning, suddenly a fond memory of Bran and you as children appeared. He, even at his young age, held your hand and swore on his name to marry you one day. To join your families.

At his now official and surprising marriage proposal, you quickly agreed. Any woman would be insane not to, feelings aside, you were helping the reputation of your house.

While your reunion with him was quick, it was satisfactory. He had changed with age and with his new responsibilities. As king and The Three Eyed Raven. Deep down, he was still the boy you loved. Even if he only showed it to you.

The cold air was refreshing, not stiff not muggy like you were used to. Though it took some time, you've learnt to grow fond of the snow and crisp feeling. A trip back to Brans home made you overjoyed. Even if Bran was only there on 'kingly' matters.

A large coat made of the finest furs rested up on your shoulders. A pin with the Stark emblem let all know you were the Queen. A title you were trying to get comfortable with. There were so many duties you were getting familiar with.

That wasn't hardly the worst part, however.

What irked you to no end, were the stares. Mostly women who were in court, or wives of men who frequented the castle. They had no room to speak, yet still murmured and gossiped to each other. The audacity to talk about the queen as they passed you. It shocked you that they were so informal.

You could never get close enough to hear, as Brandon had two Knights with you at all times. You understood the precaution, though your freedom was slightly limited.

"Bran, please tell me what they said..." You pleaded. It was evening, and the two of you were sat side by side for supper. Only separated by a corner of the table.

He looked up at you, face expressionless like it always was. "It is insignificant gossip."

You pushed your warm plate of food back, you were not interested anymore. "Not to me, it isn't."

Bran was fully aware of what they were thinking and saying. Just because he was All-Seeing, did not mean you also had to bear that burden. He would do everything he could to keep away the ill effects of his powers.

"Consider the matter finished." Was all he responded with, very 'Bran-like.'

However, the matter was not finished to you. With enough time, you knew you could get Bran to cave into you. He almost never told you 'no.' All he wanted was to keep you happy. He just did not see any reason to spread negative thoughts into your mind.

You pushed your chair back with a small screech. Taking a deep breath, you took one long stride to Bran's side.

Maybe you were trying to soften him up, you'd never tell, but you wrapped both hands around his forearm. Even crouching down to look up at him.

"I want to be a good queen. I want to fix whatever they chastised me for. Bran, you know I wont give until you tell me... Surely you know that?" You lightly moved your hand up and down his arm. He did know, he just wanted to do something his way for once. Deep within, he knew you'd get what you wanted. It was terribly hard to do anything that upset you.

He pursed his lips, giving out a sigh. "You are a good queen." He leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

With a puff you stood up, letting him go. "Obviously no one else thinks so." Your dramatic side got the best of you as you turned and left the dinning hall.

You allowed yourself to wallow in self pity, something you'd have time to regret later.

Your handmaid rushed behind you, eager to help whatever the problem was.

"I just don't understand why he won't tell me, Tamsin." You sulked on a padded chair while your handmaid gently took the ties and pins out of your hair.

She pressed a friendly hand to your shoulder, "He just wants to protect you."

You gave a half hearted smile, "I want to get better, I've never been a queen before..." You stood to let Tamsin being to unlace your corset.

You both heard a strong knock, assumingly from a member of the kings guard.

"The queen needs a moment to dress!" Tamsin called out, aware of a queens modesty.

A deep voice called back, "The King requests to see her Majesty."

Tamsin stopped with the laces and went to peek her head out. You couldn't hear what she was saying, but she quickly returned.

"Uh, Ma'am, the King is outside... waiting..." She was always a little nervous around Bran, you knew it was because of the Title and passiveness.

She fiddled with her fingers, "You are dismissed, thank you. Please let the King in." She responded with a light curtsy.

After Tamsin opened the door, you stood and watched as a knight pushed Bran in. The two of you were quickly left alone as Bran waved off the man.

You look down, trying to press your dress flat, slightly anxious.

Bran simply looked, the smallest smile present. "I apologize for upsetting you. It was not my intention." He says, his own hands resting still in his lap.

"I know..." You licked your lips, suddenly your mouth felt dry. At the following silence you started again, "Will you help me?" You gestured to your lace that was halfway tied on your back.

He nodded, "Of course."

He pushed himself over, getting closer to you. You turned your back to him, pulling your hair over your shoulders.

"Bran?" You quietly said as his gentle hands worked at your laces. An activity that was strangely intimate and peaceful.

"Yes, my love?" He responded, mindlessly. You let the dress fall from your frame. You stepped out of it, now only in a white slip.

You gnawed at your bottom lip, tears were threatening. "Please, just tell me if I become a better queen?" Your voice cracked up on the word 'queen', tears spilling over.

Hands came up to try and cover your sobs.

''I have a feeling you have been struggling with this for awhile..." Bran says, ushering you to spin around with his hands at your waist. He would never read your secret thoughts without your permission.

You weren't able to deny or agree, but you turned to look at him.

"I have seen, and you will become the most loving Queen the realm has ever known. You will be named for your care of the people." He said, pulling you down into a hug.

"Really?"

You fell further to your knees, leaning your head onto this lower chest. Bran pet your hair slowly, his other hand rested on your back.

"Have I ever lied to you?" You shook your head, still buried in him.

"Would you really like to know what those two women said?" He asked, a finger bringing your chin up. You nodded.

"They said your house was not high enough for you to become queen. They were sure that they would be better candidates." His face was stoic, clearly in disgust at what they said.

You sighed and rested your head down once again, arms crossed under your head. You looked out the side sadly, though starting to accept your position. There was nothing you could do about the house you were born into.

"You do know that I would rather die an old and lonely man than marry another? Right?" He pets your hair once again.

A smile arises on your face. "I couldn't think of a more handsome nor giving husband of you."

Without skipping a beat, he says, "Well, that's because I am king." His expression and tone is serious, but you laugh nonetheless.

It is soon clear that he was joking as well, as he breaks into a grin.

You sigh once more, this time happy. "Can we retire to bed now?" You ask, squeezing his hand.

"Whatever you so wish."

Sleep was moments from taking you, your eyes fighting to stay open. You were pressed up as close as possible to Bran, your head tucked under his chin.

"I meant what I said, earlier." Bran mentions, staring up. Without moving you speak, "About what?"

"That you're already a great queen." Your heart fills with flutters.

"Promise?"

"I swear it."

A/N- Not going to lie to y'all, I hate this one. But, I promised more Bran content! Please let me know if you have any ideas on how to improve! Thanks for reading, and thanks again for the support guys!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

[insomniactic-daydream]

Princess- Bakugo x Reader

Bakugo x Support Course Shoto's Twin Sister Reader (Pt.3)

<- Previous Pt.2

Summary: Time has passed, and Bakugo gauntlets are almost done. However, due to a Todoroki family argument, Y/n decides she needs a break from her family by focusing on completing the gauntlets sooner.

"The USJ? Like Universal Studios USJ?" your older sister Fuyumi questions you're twin brother.

"No, it's a training facility we're going to. Apparently, All might and another pro are coming to see us and how we perform, " Shoto says calmly. Your older sister has made a habit of forcing both of you to talk about your day.

You lazily eat your food, hoping Fuyumi can squeeze more out of Shoto rather than pestering you. You're day always seemed uneventful compared to you brother. Unfortunately for you, Shoto didn't have anymore words to spare; giving you the spotlight.

"How about you Y/n, does you're class have anything planned? Anything exciting." Fuyumi smiles warmly.

"Not really. I'm almost done with those gauntlets I've been working on. So I might get graded on that soon."

"That's great, I'm sure that student is excited for thier new gear. You're going to definitely pass" Fuyumi says trying to make do with all the silence.

"Oh, they definitely won't stop nagging me, that's for sure." You remember all the texts and in-person conversations you've had with Bakugo that always started with "Wheres my shit at?".

If he's not pestering you at the cafeteria, then he's found you hiding away in the support classroom to eat.

You almost feel bad for not having anything to say but you can't get past the old Fuyumi that has side against you for simply loving the only parent that'll look at you, to the one trying to make amends now.

"Listen... I think the both of you should visit mom some time soon. Her recovery is doing really well, and it might help her if she saw the two of you more." Fuyumi says hesitantly; causing you to drop your utensil down.

"I'll think about it" "No thank you" come out of the two of you simultaneously.

"Y/n come on please, can you try and make the effort." Fuyumi pleads.

"Why would I make the effort for someone who could barely stand me. Hell, I'm pretty sure I learned to crawl faster than  Shoto cause she couldn't bear picking me up." You spat.

"That's not her fault and you know it." Shoto defends his mother. "You know the reason why she struggled." He says in his dull tone.

You scoff. "Well, it isn't my fault I was born identical to Dad. But hey, at least my quirk allows me to fix that, huh? I'm doing all of you a favor, I guess." You say standing up, grabbing your plate to put away.

"Y/n that's not what-"

"Thank you for the food Fuyumi it was delicious. Sorry I soured the mood." You interrupt her. Not wanting to cause any more issues, you headed to your room.

Forgiving never came easy to you. I mean, how could it. Everything little remark or digust they have for actually giving thier dad the time of day really did a number on your mental health and how you act today.

It hards to accept how Fuyumi cares now all of a sudden to include dad, while she made you feel horrible for loving him in the past.

Don't get it wrong, Enjj Todoroki is no saint and Y/n understands that her mother is not a monster. But, her father at least tried to make up for the lack of attention your mother gave to you while focusing on Shoto.

Endeavor was also the blame for the dynamic, but your mother never opposed it. They had agreed that he would take care of the one she couldn't bear looking at, and she'd make sure the boy is healthy.

Shoto was the focus for Endeavor; he pushed your mother's priorities towards him. After all, a boy with split hair had more quirk potential than you with just red. That was until your quirks came

Endeavor had ended up training both of you till exhaustion. However, only Shoto was consoled by their mother at the end of the day. Only Shoto was defended to take a break.

Just a child wanting to be loved by her parents. But she still had to be appreciative cause it was more than what her older siblings get to have. But still.

Guess the death of Touya, and your mother being put away, really made it easy for your father to accept that you didn't want to be a hero and you found it more enjoyable to make gadgets.

After all, you remind him so much of his first son that saying no to your passion would be doing Touya a dishonor. At least Shoto was still interested in being a hero, not for your father but to show him he doesn't need his fire quirk. Maybe that's why Shoto gave you a hard time with you using yours.

You sigh into your pillow, contemplating Fuyumi suggestion. You wanted to try. So bad. But then again, if your mother really wanted to make amends, then wouldn't she try and contact you.

You toss in your bed, groaning in frustration. You inevitably grab your phone before typing.

'You busy tomorrow? I heard you're going to a training facility soon. I can get your gauntlets done this weekend, but only if you have a place I can use my quirk safely.'

Maybe you shouldn't have texted the aggravating blonde, but you could use his nagging as a distraction for at least the weekend.

You wait a little before you hear a notification go off.

'The old hag said we can use the metal shed in the back. Or is that not up to your standards, princess?' You read out. The nickname catching you off guard with pink cheeks, but you know he's only mocking your social status. (As if he didn't mention his parents are wealthy designers in an attempt to not feel inferior by you.)

'You're lucky I spent too much time on your gauntlets to melt them to a metal sheet just for that comment asshole.'

(Next Part 4) ->

Little family angst 💜☺️

I'll admit that I haven't really fully caught up on the series yet. I'm only where dabi reveals his identity. So, sorry if the storyline is a little off or completely wrong.😅

Tags: @queenriki7

[f1goat]

his teammate + lando norris x part ten

In which you find yourself getting closer to your brothers new teammate who's a dick.

lando norris x fem!verstappen (sister) + cursewords + smut

“I want to take you out somewhere,” Lando sighs, “You deserve a proper date.”

“Patience Lan,” you reply. 

“How do you think your brother will respond?” Lando asks you, “Maybe now that he likes me, it won’t be as bad anymore.”

“Uh, Max is really protective,” you explain, “He’s almost acting like he’s my dad sometimes, especially when it’s about boys.”

“We can tell your dad first?” Lando suggests, “if he’s okay with it, Max has no choice right?” When he notices your sad look he almost slaps himself. “Fuck sorry babe, I forgot,” he quickly apologizes, “I won’t start about your dad again.”

“Please call him Jos,” you ask Lando with a soft voice, “I don’t like it when people remind me that he’s my dad.” 

“Of course,” Lando replies quickly. 

There’s a bit of silence between the two of you. Without knowing it from each other, you’re both thinking about the same subject. Lando thinks about his own family problems and if he would feel relieved if he talked about them with you. You think about telling Lando what happened between Jos and you. You barely talk about it, only Max and Kelly really know everything that happened. Maybe it would help you to talk about it with someone who isn’t part of your family?

“I want to-“ “I think I want to-“

Both of you start almost the same sentence in the same time. Lando is quick to tell you that you can continue first. 

“I want to tell you about him,” you tell Lando a lot more confident then you feel. 

“I want to tell you about my family as well,” Lando replies, “but first tell me whatever you want about Jos.”

You stay silent for a bit. You think about where to start. There has happened so much between your father - Jos - and you. You want to talk about a lot of it with Lando, but you’re searching for the right words. 

“You don’t have to tell me, you know that right?” Lando asks you, “Only tell me if your comfortable with it.”

It keeps surprising you how sweet Lando can be. He thinks about everything. He never forgets about you and your feelings. 

“I’m thinking about where to start,” you explain to Lando, “There has happened so much, so I don’t really know where to start.” 

Lando shows you a small nod. He will wait for you until you’re ready for it. In the mean time he wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you a bit closer. You feel a lot more comfortable after he did so. He draws figures onto your skin while waiting for you to speak. 

“I think that I always knew that Jos was more a father to Max then to me,” you suddenly speak up, “maybe I didn’t realize it when I was younger, but it never surprised me if he wasn’t there for me. It was always about Max. Whenever Max had something with karting, Jos was there. If I had a school performance, Jos wasn’t there. Even when there wasn’t a competition, he always made up an excuse so he and Max were at the karting track.” 

You take a couple breaths before continuing. “Jos wasn’t at my school musical when I said goodbye to elementary school, he wasn’t there for my middle school graduation and he also didn’t care which university I chose and which major. He didn’t show up when I graduated university, although Max did. Jos was busy with ‘formula one stuff’ according to himself.” You use your fingers to quote the so called formula one stuff that Jos was busy with. 

“At first it hurt, you know,” you explain, “but then it became normal. It was nothing new that only my mother was around. Jos and Max were always gone. I blamed Max as well, but after the divorce mom helped me to see the bigger picture. So I fixed contact with Max, the only problem was that Jos was around as well.”

“That’s a lot,” Lando tells you when you stay silent for a bit, “a father shouldn’t treat his daughter like that, I get that you don’t want him to be called that. Did you and Max drift apart as well after the divorce?”

“Yeah, I saw him as a mini Jos,” you say, “while I found out later that Max is the opposite. Jos did a lot of bad things to him too. When Jos and mom divorced, I took her side and didn’t see Jos for a couple years. Max was around some days, but I made sure that I was away those days.”

“How did your mom fix that?”

“When I was old enough she told me about the things Jos did to Max,” you explain, “I then realized pretty quickly that I was lucky that Jos wasn’t interested in me as his child. After I understood everything, I reached out to Max again. Our contact was quickly pretty good again, something I’m still happy about.”

“But now you also see Jos again or?” Lando asks you. He hasn’t stopped with touching you in the mean time. He is still drawing small figures onto your skin. 

“Sometimes,” you sigh, “at first I tried giving him a new chance as well. I though he might have changed, but that thought didn’t last long. He’s a dick and he has proven that quite some times.”

“You’re such a good person,” Lando tells you, “I can’t imagine being as nice as you are.”

“It bit me in the ass,” you reply bitterly.

“You got Max back,” Lando states. 

“Thank god for that,” you sigh, “but I can’t wait till Max finally says goodbye to Jos.”

“What kind of things does he do?” Lando asks you.

“Do you know some of the rumors about him? The ones about Jos leaving Max behind when he lost a karting race?” You ask Lando. He is quick to nod. “All those rumors are true. It’s not only that, but I can’t really tell what he did to Max all those times. That’s Max his story.”

“Of course,” Lando quickly says, “but I care about what Jos did to you.”

“It wasn’t as bad as with Max,” you tell, “but when I started seeing him again nothing changed. Maybe it was stupid, but I kept waiting for some sort of apology or at least that he acknowledged what he did to me when I was young. He never said anything. Jos continued to act like I wasn’t important.”

“Fuck babygirl,” Lando sighs, “He should know what he has been missing all those years.”

You show Lando a small smile before continuing. “I told him about what I did for school, he didn’t care about one small thing of it. I don’t want to brag, but I completed university with perfect grades. He didn’t even congratulate me. That’s sick, right?” 

“Yes!” Lando agrees with you.

“It’s just like I don’t exist for him,” you state, “so now I treat him the same way.”

Lando doesn’t reply at first. He pulls you closer at himself. You let your head lay against his chest. Lando slowly plays with your hair. 

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Lando tells you again, “You’re an amazing person and he is an idiot for missing all that.” 

“Thank you Lan,” you reply with a small smile, “That means a lot.”

“I uh, I went through something similar,” Lando starts to tell you, “I don’t know if I can explain it as well as you just did but I’ll try.”

“The same is for you Lan, only tell me when you comfortable sharing,” you remind Lando of his earlier words. He shows you a small nod before looking away from you. 

“I’m not in contact with anyone from my family anymore,” Lando tells you at first. You notice the way his own words pain him. He has a sad look on his face. “It’s not only my fault, but I blame a lot of it on myself,” Lando continues, “You will be honest with me right? After I explained it, please tell me what you think.”

“I’ll try Lan,” you reply, “but I might be a bit biased already.”

Lando shows you a small smile before continuing. “I guess it happened right after my formula one debut,” Lando explains, “I don’t know if you know anything about my first season?”

You shake your head as a response. 

“I do mean to brag,” Lando says jokingly referring to your earlier words, “but my first season I was phenomenal. They called me the best rookie in years. I got onto the podium a couple times, got my first pole position and scored a lot of points. I was better then my teammate that year. Everyone around me was so proud and seemed to love me.”

“I can imagine, that sounds great Lan,” you reply. 

“It all went to my head, I thought I was the best driver ever and became really arrogant,” Lando continues, “I had gotten used to being in the centre of attention and did a lot of things to keep it that way. I’m not proud of what happened, but I used an influencer for more popularity and I became a total dick.”

“My parents warned me a couple times for what I was turning into,” Lando says, “but after a while they were done with it. I get it, but at that moment maybe not. They uh decided that I was bad publicity for my family name, so they made sure there was no more contact between us. Nothing major happened before that. I didn’t fought with them or did something I shouldn’t have done to them. They were done with me and that was it.”

You don’t know what to say. 

“And you’ve still no contact with them?” You ask Lando.

“They act like I don’t exist,” Lando answers, “I tried to get back with them, but they ignored me every time. I went by the house, but they didn’t open the door multiple times. They ignore my messages and phone calls, I even believe they have blocked me.”

“Fuck that’s sick,” you sigh. 

“You think so? Don’t I deserve it in some way?” Lando asks you unsure.

“Lan, no one deserve that,” you tell him, “I mean, you were probably very young when you got into formula one. You didn’t know how to handle the sudden fame. They should have guided you and helped you if their image was that important for them. I’m not saying that what you did was allright, but you didn’t deserve this.”

Lando lets out a relieved sigh. 

“Lately someone told me it was all my fault,” Lando tells you, “that I uh can’t change and that I don’t deserve people around me. People like you.”

“That’s bullshit,” you reply hastily, “Look how much you have changed since the beginning of this season! You deserve nice people around you as much as anyone else.”

Lando doesn’t reply to your words. He simply looks at you. How is it possible that he got a girl like you? What did he do to deserve you? It keeps amazing him that he actually pulled it off. He got you all for himself. 

“Who told you that you didn’t deserve this?” You continue to ask Lando.

“Uh, it was Maisie,” Lando replies honestly.

“The girl that was in your drivers room?” You ask surprised. 

“Yeah,” Lando sighs, “but there’s a bit more history with her to be honest. She’s also the influencer I just told you about. It’s a while back that all that happened, but after she found out she still sticked around for sex.”

“Ooh,” you quietly say.

“I never felt something for her,” Lando quickly says, “and I haven’t spoken with her since that incident in my drivers room. I also blocked her.”

“Lan relax,” you say with a small smile, “I trust you. You know that right?”

“Really?” Lando asks you, “Even after what I just told you? I’ve been a dick.”

“I trust you even more now,” you tell him. 

Before Lando can reply with another question, you move yourself a bit. You take a seat onto his lap and lean forwards to press a kiss against his lips. Lando wraps his arms around you. When you remove your lips from his, he is quick to pull you back in. Kissing you again in no time.

“You’re the best thing that happened to me in a long time,” Lando confesses to you a bit later, “please believe me that I’m trying my hardest to keep earning you.”

You blush after hearing Lando his words. “You’ve already earned me,” you confess to Lando, “I really like you Lan.”

“And I’m fucking thankful for that.”

+++

“What are you doing lately?” Max asks you when you enter the living room. You’re ready to get out to Lando - once again. “I have the feeling that I barely see you,” Max adds, “You’re always gone.”

Max is right. You can’t say anything else. Fuck. You wonder which excuse you can use. 

“Is there a boy?” Max asks you further.

“Yeah,” you confess, “but I’m not ready yet to introduce you.”

Max smiles. “I knew it!” He states, “I knew there was a boy.”

You laugh about his enthusiastic reaction. Hopefully he will still be like this when he finds out who it is. Max asks you a couple questions, some you answer and some you keep private. You tell him that it’s something new, that it’s only since a couple weeks but that it feels longer already. You don’t tell him anything about Lando himself. You don’t share things about his appearance or profession. 

“Sorry Max,” you say, “I will really tell you first when I’m ready.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Max tells you, “as long as he treats you right, I’ll like him.”

“Promise?” You ask.

“Promise. Whoever it is, if you trust him then I trust him.”

After those words you leave the apartment once again to visit Lando. What you don’t know is that Max is already texting with Kelly about you and your secret boy.

Max: it’s a boy!! She finally confessed

Kelly: who??

Max: that’s the stupid part

Max: she won’t tell me yet

Kelly: it’s Lando.

Max: ????

Kelly: Max we already concluded that he’s in love with her

Kelly: I know for sure it’s him

Max: for fucks sake

Max: what now?

Kelly: wait till they tell you

Kelly: or catch them :)

Max: I might have a plan

Max: but I might need Pierre for that

part eleven

[seramilla]

So fluffy idea Carmilla after a bad divorce decides she needs some time away so she books a long vacation for herself and the girls at a beach resort. While there she meets the manager of the resort Sera and they hit it off.

Carmilla had never wanted to put her girls through this. At one point in time, she had genuinely loved their father. But after years of neglect of his family, and finding solace at the bottom of a bottle, instead of the women in his life who loved him most, Carmilla had ultimately decided to divorce her husband.

It was long, and dirty, and brutal, and at the end of the process, Carmilla had given up more than she'd intended when all was said and done. She had kept the house, but half of her self-made fortune had gone to her husband; it had been the only way to get him to agree to give her full custody of Odette and Clara.

He'd made it clear he didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore. It was worth it to get him out of their hair. And after all that, she thinks she and the girls deserve a vacation.

Much to her surprise and delight, the first person to greet the Carmines at the beachside resort they'll be staying at, is a beautiful woman with hair like clouds and eyes like twin stars. She's...almost ethereal, in the way she looks at Carmilla. The woman is breathtaking.

She's also the owner of the resort, and is probably only being nice to Carmilla because she has to. Still...god-damn. Carmilla is patting herself on the back for making this absolutely correct choice of hotels for their vacation.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," the owner says, typing away at her computer all the while. "My name is Sera. I'll be your host during your stay. How can I help you today?"

"Umm...Carmine. Carmilla Carmine. I have a reservation for three."

Sera looks past Carmilla, seemingly noticing the two younger women behind her on their phones. Sera smiles, beaming at the oblivious teenagers as she pulls up Carmilla's reservation to confirm.

"Those are some lovely girls you have there. I have a younger sister about that age. Children are so wonderful. It's simply amazing to watch them grow!"

A pang of something soft and mushy pulls at Carmilla's heart at Sera's words. There's nothing that Carmilla loves more than her daughters...they are her prides and joy. The only good thing to come out of a marriage that was frankly doomed from the start. To hear this woman speak so highly of her sister...it tugs at Carmilla's maternal side like nothing ever has before.

"Yes," Carmilla says, a great deal of admiration coming through in her voice. "My girls mean everything to me. Even if they can be grumpy now and then."

Odette and Clara groan behind their mother, clearly done with her little comments about their demeanor. Carmilla and Sera laugh in unison. It's a little fun to get the girls riled up, now and then. It's only in good fun as their mother.

Sera takes the credit card from Carmilla that she'd used to make her reservation, and activates the little key cards they need to enter their suite for the next week of their stay. As she's giving the little envelope with the key cards to Carmilla, Sera's hand lingers against the other woman's for just a moment. It's a soft, barely-there touch, but there is a sense of intent and sincerity behind it.

Carmilla looks up at Sera, and the woman is blushing slightly. Carmilla is, too, if she's honest. Both women clear their throats awkwardly, and Sera smiles at her again, beaming.

Sera writes something on a piece of hotel stationary, and hands it to Carmilla directly. Carmilla looks down at the paper. It's a phone number.

"If there is anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable, please do not hesitate to let me know," Sera says. "That's my direct number. I will take care of anything you need personally."

Carmilla stares, maybe a bit too long...this woman had just given her a personal phone number. Not the one for the front desk. But her cell phone.

"Um...thank you, Sera! I most certainly will."

Carmilla hadn't exactly signed up for meeting a gorgeous, self-made woman who is so transparently into her while on this vacation. But it is not an unwelcome turn of events. Not in the least. She walks with the girls to the elevator in the lobby, with just a subtle skip to her step the entire way.

"That was so gross, Mom," Clara says, making a gagging motion with her finger in her mouth.

"Shut up, Clara," Odette says, coming to her mother's defense. "I think it's sweet! Mom was actually twitterpated!"

As the elevator dings upon the arrival to their floor, Carmilla ruffles both of her daughters' hair with her hands before stepping out. Once again, their ensuing double groan is adorable.

"I love you girls," Carmilla says. "But if either one of you ruins this for me, I will make the next week of your lives absolutely miserable."

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

devils dont fly as andromeda tonks

bye

um

i cant take this seriously.

basicallyyy this song is very loss anger love helplessness and like what is andromeda black if not that right haha. so here's a random ass lyrical breakdown.

i heard the angels call again

the black family as the 'angels' of course. we know they canonically had a inflated sense of self, since no one really gives a fuck about the sacred 28 but they acted 'like royalty' (according to sirius). also, the purity aspect of it. she doesn't associate herself with them anymore, so it's 'the angels' - it's a them, like she's different.

i threw myself a party, chardonnay and oxy

grr she's an alcoholic and druggie. sorry. she didn't have support, i don't know what friends or anything she'd have excluding ted. she lost her sisters, her family, her name - she drinks to forget.

i stopped the screams inside my head

mentally ill queen purr

they say it's not the answer but i can't carry on

she's tired!! she can't go on with this!! it's hard!! it's not an answer to any of her problems and it's eating her alive but what can she do

'cause i got nowhere, no one, without you boy i'm done

she only really has ted right now. she doesn't have a place or a family without him/

and just because i fight don't mean that i never learned how to love

AHH okay. black family = toxic love. she knows how to love - she grew up spoiled and pampered. that being said, it's not the kind of love she wants to continue on with. she doesn't want to take food off of her daughter's plate or scream at her husband because 'it's for their betterment'. it comes off as fighting, as needlessly argumentative. so she leans into it - she fights, teeth bared.

you know devils don't fly (fly, fly)

she's the devil, now. she's tainted - no longer the pure girl she grew up as, she's fallen from grace by marrying a muggleborn, she won't be able to fit into the same societies she once did.

but i got chains and you got wings

queer andromeda queer andromeda queer andromeda

she's chained down by who she loves, it's not like she can help it. her sisters fell in love with people who wouldn't bring them shame, but she didn't. she fell in love with something that leaves her dirty.

you know that life ain't fair sometimes

self explanatory.

what's a girl to do when she's not strong

she's not strong anymore - she's an addict, she's depressed. she's lonely, what can she do?

when everyone that holds my hand gets cut from all the thorns

she fights with ted. she fights with nymphadora (or tonks, as she prefers to go by). she fought with narcissa and bellatrix. she's marked by her family, and instead of repressing it she spits venom - she goes for the kill, where she knows it hurts. they're trying to help, in what way they know, at least, but she doesn't need help. she doesn't want it. she needs a shoulder to cry on.

i used to put my ear against the wall to hear the screams, to hear the fall more reasons to escape it all

self explanatory. she's heard her parents' fights turn into her sisters' fights and she wanted to leave leave leave

and it's not the answer but i can't carry on i give my best smile, my last dime but i always get it wrong

self explanatory.

it's not 'cause i'm young or from a broken home

excuses, excuses. people tell her she's sad because of x and y. the bigger problem is>

maybe i just fight 'cause i don't know where i belong

<she's lonely!! she doesn't know where she belongs, she feels like a beginner in a master class as she's navigating life, it's new and scary and she doesn't know how to explain it.

angels were never meant to fall and you were the loveliest of all

narcissa @ andromeda or andromeda @ bellatrix . figure it out.

if i thought god could fix it i'd pray for your forgiveness but i've been cast down, thrown out when i crossed to the other side

QUEER ANDROMEDA 🫵🏼

rip

bye

this was fun

[hajihiko]

What did you make of DR3's explanation for how the characters became Despairs?

I dont like it. Here's a re-write i was thinking about

Ok note: this is what would have made the School Life thing more enjoyable TO ME. Not gonna fit for everyone obvi

Ok first of all. Junko loses most of her potential if you take away her being sneaky and manipulative, which we barely even got to see in the games, so I want that in ACTION.

Second of all, this takes time. More than just like a single moment of anime hypnotism. Junko was definitely working her suckers for at least a year. I dont know how that reflects on the timeline and I dont super care

-

Chisa's class is full of chaos, these are some of the rowdiest students you'll find. They have potential for getting along, but they're also Very Troubled, and Chisa is a kind soul who tries to help them out with various issues. Actual attention paid to these kids being, like, KIDS, but also having some major red flags in their backgrounds that could escalate out of control very fast.

Among others, she tries to get Chiaki to come out of her shell and interact with the others more. This is hard, because Chiaki is not exactly receptive to it at first, but theres a little bit of unity between all the students anyway and they slowly start becoming friends. Chiaki uses this friendship guidance to befriend a lonely boy who often stares longingly at the school, whom she's noticed by silently sticking to the background when he's around. This will come in handy later.

Until, certain students start hanging out with their junior of 1 year, who always seems to be kind of slinking around and hanging with at least one student a day. Chiaki notices this because a) shes very quiet and mostly goes unnoticed when she's in the background, and b) she only needs half her attention span to play games anyway.

The people Junko hangs around get noticeably worse, though not necessarily more divided; just sort of 10 steps backwards for every 1 step Chisa helped them take. The rude and mean ones stop trying to be kinder, the shy and meek ones retreat even more, etc. Chisa is at a complete loss with this, but Chiaki confides in her that it might be the new student making trouble. Chisa takes over, and encourages Chiaki to keep trying to make friends with the others, which Chiaki does.

(Mahiru gets scared into telling no one what happened / what she suspects happened in Natsumi's murder, and gets rid of the evidence, as advised. The evidence she throws away gets mailed to Fuyuhiko, who is encouraged to avenge his sister. Guess who orchestrated all that?)

Chiaki does not fall into Junko's claws, because she's quiet and unobtrusive and, importantly, less desperate for what Junko can give her than the rest is. Chiaki does, after all, have her teacher who took the reigns and told Chiaki to grab her own oxygen mask first, and her Lonely Boy to confide in, and whenever she starts to lose herself, he gently reminds her to stand firm. That's right, the secret weapon was the friends we made along the way, just like in the ending.

(Hajime is probably just doing things more or less like in the anime, maybe listens to Chiaki's growing worries about her semi-friends, shits getting fucked and the only conceivable way Hajime can help is by agreeing to be a lab rat obviously what else. Biggest downfall is wanting to be there for Chiaki, but not letting her be there for him in return. Because inferiority complex.)

Chisa goes to confront this troubled mystery girl; Junko catches her too and starts working her nasty magic- for example, did you know two of your students were a part of a murder? Aren't you supposed to be guiding them? Do you know what's really happening in this school? Do you wanna see the human experimentation they just started? Did you know your best friend is in love with your crush and you can't confide in either of them anymore actually? Etc.

Chiaki is all alone now. When she finally DOES confront Junko, once the whole class along with the teacher has been sort of indoctrinated and her Lonely Boy has ditched her and she's feeling a bit brave because of it all), Junko kills her horribly in front of everyone as they do nothing. Not because they were hypnotized, but because they choose to. This is what really marks the point of no return for them. Chiaki was a quiet and harmless and mostly very nice girl, and her death was pointless, and they were a part of it, and they got away with it.

Instead of being a practically perfect student council president, Chiaki has more of an NPC theme, falling into the background more but also being honest and nice and willing to work with people. Then later, obviously, she really is an NPC and repeats the process, but this time she manages to save her boy and therefore her class.

(I'm not opposed to Chiaki being JUST an AI and never a part of the class at all, but I havent thought about it as much so idk any good points)

Hajime retains the same themes, but gets to be more of a juxtaposition of Junko, sneaking into everyone's hearts by befriending them and helping them move forward instead of backwards. He wins with the power of friendship and all that jazz.

Everyone else gets way more accountability to take. No hypnotism or brain poking, just digging into the worst parts of themselves and then indulging them entirely (with the help of Ultimate Charismatic Cult Leader Junko). I think the most interesting thing about this whole narrative could be that Anyone is capable of intense cruelty, and Anyone can choose to be a better person moving forward.

anyway in my mind that's what happened differently.

[butmakeitgayblog]

What kind of parents would elbow patches and her milf wife be towards their baby chonkster?

I mean... good parents? 😅 idk what you mean I'm sorry I'm obtuse sometimes

But like, also think of it. Clarke's done this before. She's been through the colicky phase and the teething. She's dealt with the terrible two's and all of the sort. She knows what's coming down the line and she's an old hand at this.

But Lexa never has 😳

She's learning on the job just like all new mothers do. Learning how to swaddle the baby and do burp time. Changing diapers and warming up bottles and stroking that little head of curls while the baby absolutely crashes out on her chest for post feeding naps. Clarke learning that Lexa doesn't light up just for her and teaching anymore, but rather seeing how she fukcin loses it over the baby every time she gets home and beelines right for the lil chunkster.

All the usual nervous mom stuff too. Emotional breakdowns over 3am fevers and having to talk her down from going in after lights-out to check that they're still breathing for the first couple of months (and catching her on the monitor doing it anyway 🥴) But also watching her kiss lil baby toes and pretend to nibble on lil baby fingies just because it makes those bright eyes open pop wide with a teeny bit of fear that she's being eaten but also wild peels of laughter. Seeing the way Lexa mimics all of the little yawns and those tiny laughs, even going so far as to pretend to cry right along with the baby because, "Oh, I feel your pain, little love, I do. I know, it's so awful. Momma's got you, I do."

Seeing Lexa, in her perfectly pressed tweed suits, barely bother to take off her work jacket before getting down on the ground for some tummy-time with the baby. Seeing her then read books, show them pictures of art, dance with the ball of chub in her arms to music. Seeing the care Lexa takes not only with their child, but with Madi, and how she always takes time to involve them in their sister's life. Taking the idea that both of Clarke's children are siblings and family very seriously. Seeing the care Lexa has in the little things of parenting, how she plays with them and corrects bad behavior and talks to their child from the beginning like it's a whole person with understanding and feelings that matter.

It's hilarious to watch her wife having a very serious conversation about biting with a 13 month old, but a lot more helpful when she can actually explain to a 4 year old mini-Lexa-in-training why hitting isn't allowed even when you're angry, and have them be able to sort of understand, but more importantly also be able to express their own frustration right back in ways that they both can work with.

So yeah. While every child is different and unique and a person all of their own, and raising each one is a wildly different experience, Clarke has been through this before. But it's really a lot more fun going through it again and watching Lexa grow into her own style of motherhood right along with her, ya know?

They're a team, basically. They learn and grow with each other into the kind of parents they want to be. In the end, Lexa ends up teaching her just as many things about being a parent the second time around as Clarke teaches her.

[builtbybrokenbells]

Spitfire | EPILOGUE

A glimpse into the future of a rockstar and a witchy woman

Read part eight here

Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 10k

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, swearing, dad jake, uncle josh, pregnancy, labour, parent stuff, yeah all that, sorry if I missed any!

hi! so sorry this took so long, I got a bit carried away while writing. disclaimer, this is probably not perfectly edited cause i rushed it. i really wanted to get this out so i could move on to the next adventure. But here’s some fluffy happily ever after dad Jake to warm your heart. it’s been a pleasure to write this series for you guys, and i hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. no words can express how thankful i am for every comment, like, or reblog my works have gotten. you guys are the best 🫶🏻 as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes

~

The front door creaked open, filling the quiet space with happy chatter. You didn’t bother to turn to look, already knowing who was coming inside. You stirred the pot on the stove, tapping the wooden spoon on the side, ridding it of any excess before setting it down on the counter. Just as you did so, you felt a body present itself behind you. When the familiar hands wrapped around you, resting on your stomach, the only thing you could do was smile. “Hello, beautiful.” The tickle of his long hair on your neck produced a giggle from your mouth. You turned to face him, leaning in for a kiss. When he pulled away, he crouched down, pressing a small kiss to your now very large belly. “Hello, squirt.” He greeted in a much more cheerful manner. Jake kept his hands on your belly, hoping for a kick. “Did you miss me?” He asked. After a moment, the familiar thud could be felt. He looked up at you with nothing short of elation on his face.

“Squirt better hurry up and make his break in the world, because he’s been terrorizing his mother all day.” You grumbled, but you both knew you were joking.

“Are you being mean to mama?” He scolded. You couldn’t help but laugh. The sight of him talking to your stomach was quite comedic, but it had become such a common occurrence that you barely batted an eye to it, anymore. “I’ll let it slide this time, just ‘cause I love you, but that’s my wife, little guy.” He turned his head up to look at you, a smile on his face.

“Only three more weeks.” You said, reassuring yourself more than anything else.

“If he’s anything like his sister, he may be here any day, now.” Jake reminded.

“Don’t say that!” You snapped, but your tone was still light. “We want a fully baked baby, this time.” He chuckled at your words.

“It will be fine. He will be fine, you will be fine, we’ll all be fine.” He assured you.

“Mhm,” you mumbled. “Where is the other terror twin? I heard him come in with you.”

“Take a guess.” Jake practically rolled his eyes. Just as he said so, you heard a bout of delighted squeals echoing down the hallway, accompanied by footsteps. Within a moment, Josh appeared in the kitchen carrying your daughter in his arms.

“Daddy!” She pointed at Jake, her smile so similar to her fathers. He wasted no time walking towards his brother, taking her from his arms. Josh looked to you, an expression of hurt on his face. You gave him a shrug as if to say ‘join the club’. When Layla was very young, she often mistook Josh and Jake for the same person because of how similar their faces were. Now that she was older, she could differentiate the hairstyles and voices, knowing immediately who they were. The love she had for them never changed, though. Josh walked over to you, placing a kiss to your cheek. You wrapped an arm around him, finding the easiest way of hugging was now from the side.

“How are you feeling, mama?” He asked, also placing a hand to your stomach.

“Tired, sore, grumpy… very whale-like.” You listed off.

“Still as beautiful as ever, though.” He reminded.

“Feeling very less than that lately, but thanks.” You sighed.

“You can feel that way, but it doesn’t make it true.” He said, pulling a chair out for you. He motioned for you to sit down, but you pointed to the stove. “I’ve got it, just relax. I’m sure you could use a break after running after her all day.” You gave a nod, being unable to agree more with what he was saying.

Aside from you and Jake, Josh knew more than anyone how energetic your daughter was. He was over all of the time, helping whenever he could and insisting that it was for you and Jake, but everyone knew that Josh took to being an uncle way easier than anything he’d ever done in his life. He adored your daughter just as much as Jake, or even yourself, and she felt the same way about him. Although, she was still very much a ‘daddy’s girl’ and whatever Jake was doing, she needed to be a part of it. You rested in the chair, closing your eyes at the moment of relief. Your back and abdomen had been cramping intermittently, warning you of something impending that you had been hoping was a false alarm. The more the day went on, the more it seemed like you wouldn’t be so lucky. Jake walked over, crouching before you with her in his arms. You smiled down at the two, still unable to get over the similarities between her and Jake.

“Is that mama?” You heard him whisper to her. She gave an eager nod. “Is she the best mama in the whole wide world?”

“Yeah!” She exclaimed. You felt your heart warm at the sound.

“I think so, too.” Jake agreed, giving you a smile. “And your baby brother is in there, too.” He told her. She looked back at him, eyes wide in disbelief. She did the same thing every time he told her, and it was just as funny every time.

“Innnn… there?” She pointed at your belly. You gave her a nod.

“In there, baby.” You told her. She reached her arms out to you, letting you know she wanted to sit with you, now. You readjusted on the chair, making it easier for Jake to place her on your knee. She gave a small, curious poke to your belly, recoiling almost immediately. Jake chuckled, still crouched beside you, just closer now.

Layla, your daughter, was just about three and a half. She was busy, and curious, and all of the things you would expect from a toddler. She looked just like her father, but had your personality for certain. She adored her Uncle Josh, and tolerated Uncle Sammy. They mostly terrorized each other when he visited. She was always fascinated with Uncle Danny’s curly hair, and had made fast friends with him once she grew accustom to his height. As for your brothers, she didn’t see them in person very often, aside from her other Uncle Sam, who was almost always at your house. Even so, she loved seeing them on the frequent video calls you had with them. You had moved to Nashville not long after graduating from your masters. Jake flew you down and fulfilled his promise; whatever house caught your eye was the one you were getting. You decided on a mid-sized ranch style home just a little outside of city limits. There was plenty of space for a family, and a bit of a modern interior. It had a yard big enough for pets and children, and for any outdoor activities you so often enjoyed.

About a year later, Eve and Sam finally felt they’d been dating long enough to move in together, too. They figured there was no better place than the same neighbourhood as you. Although you missed the rest of your family, it was nice having a little part of home in Nashville, with you. Life was quiet at first. You’d landed a job at one of the biggest hospitals in the state, working to design medical devices and equipment. The contract had allowed you to continue your thesis study from your undergraduate degree, and it was now coming up on its final stages of production. You were beyond proud of yourself, but it wasn’t even comparable to how elated Jake was about it. Jake toured a lot in the beginning, but it didn’t bother you too much. You missed him, but knowing he would always be coming home to you was more than enough to keep you going.

After the second year of living in your home together, Jake had flew you both to your hometown for a visit. Little did you know, he had been conspiring for months with your brothers to plan an elaborate proposal. Of course, you said yes immediately. The wedding was small, mostly just family with a few close friends, but it was more than you could have ever dreamed of, because you were marrying the love of your life. You hyphenated your last name, wanting to keep the name on your degree in which you’d worked so hard on, but also wanting to take Jake’s, too. On your honeymoon, a happy accident changed your life dramatically, which turned out to be Layla. Although not particularly planned, that didn’t mean she was any less loved. Everyone around her adored her, but it was nothing compared to how you and Jake felt about her. She was your whole world, always keeping you both on your toes and filling the home with just a little bit more love. Jake had always mentioned the topic of kids, and it was a much heavier topic after you moved in together. Neither of you were opposed to the idea, just unsure of when the right time would be. When you found out you were pregnant the first time, you both saw it as a sign that the universe was telling you the time was finally perfect.

Growing alongside Jake as a partner was fantastic. You leaned more about him with every day that passed, and fell in love with him harder by each second. Every time you thought you couldn’t love him more, he always found another way to make you fall all over again. But growing alongside Jake as a parent was a whole other story, even more enlightening and exciting. He was an amazing dad, and he was an amazing husband. You were certain you had the whole world in your comparatively tiny home. Then, Jake seemed interested in the idea of having another, and that brought you to where you were, now. You both agreed that you loved being parents, especially with each other, and that growing up with siblings was the best way to grow up.

He never once made you doubt his love for you, and continued to be the most supportive person in your life. His brothers had quickly become your own, also assuring you that you were meant to be in their family and in Jake’s life. Josh had almost became a permanent third parent around your home. He was always over, especially now that you were pregnant again, and loved to help where he could. You were certain that him and Layla would be lifelong best friends. You adored that Jake was able to have his twin brother around for so much, and you wouldn’t have it any other way, either. Josh had been there for you through everything, he was your biggest fan (other than Jake) and cared for you more than words could show. He was so grateful to you for making his brother so happy.

“Are you excited to be a big sister?” Jake asked her, brushing her wild hair out of her eyes.

“Yeah!” She nodded, an enthusiastic nod following her words. She was fond of one word answers. She had phrases and sentences she could say, but she was quite adamant on her yes’s and no’s to express how she was feeling. She was still figuring out how to pronounce a lot of her words, and when you weren’t working on it with her, she stuck to her roots. You could only laugh at her excitement, knowing well enough that once the newest addition arrived, she may not be as happy to have a brother. It was going to be a big adjustment; it had been three years of her getting all of your attention, and you were worried it may be hard for her to adjust. You remembered all too well of the stories your parents told you about when your youngest brother was born, and how dramatic you had been.

Josh interrupted the small moment by announcing dinner was ready. He placed a plate in front of a chair, reaching for your daughter. She was easy to accept the new set of arms to be held in; she loved being loved, especially by Josh. He sat her in front of the plate and took the chair next to her. Jake resumed Josh’s earlier duty, plating dinner for everyone else. He took his seat beside you, handing you dinner as he did so. “So, how was work today, rockstars?” You asked, looking between the two brothers. Josh was helping Layla figure out her fork; the process of switching to utensils from her hands was slow and painful. She usually gave up halfway through and opted for fingers instead, but you had to admit she was getting much better, and you were happy she was even willing to try, now.

“New album is almost finished.” Jake said, fighting back a smile.

“That’s amazing!” You responded, knowing how hard they’d been working. Jake was hoping to get the most of the work done before your due date, wanting to be around as much as possible when the time came. Unfortunately, that meant he’d been putting extra long days. He was usually gone before you were awake and home later than usual. You didn’t mind, knowing you’d get plenty of time with him soon enough. You loved watching him chase his dream, just the same as he loved watching you chase yours.

“We’re really proud of how it turned out.” Josh explained, now looking over to you.

“I’m proud of you guys.” You said, shifting in the chair to get more comfortable. “You’ve been putting a lot of work into this.”

“Yeah, we’re thinking maybe two or three sessions and then we’ll be done.” Jake’s grin was blinding. You reached across the table to grab his hand. He accepted it, giving it a gentle squeeze as he did so.

“When are you done working?” Josh asked, helping Layla get a better grip on her fork.

“Technically I was done last week, but I’ve still been working from home a bit. Mostly just answering emails and student questions.” You explained, rubbing your hand over your belly in response to a sharp kick. “The whole ‘lead management’ title doesn’t really leave me much choice. I don’t mind, though. I like what I do, and nothing has really changed. I was only at the hospital once or twice a week for the last few months. I’ve been doing a lot of home research and review. I’m glad I’ll be able to work a bit when he’s here. I love being a mom, but I love what I do for work, too.”

“Supermom.” Josh smiled. You let out chuckle. He’d pinned you with that title years ago, and it’s only gotten more persistent as time went on. Jake looked between you and the plate in front of you, raising an eyebrow at the untouched food.

“Just not very hungry.” You assured him, letting out a long exhale at another kick. “He’s really energetic today.”

“You wanna lay down for a while?” He asked.

“No, tried that earlier when she was taking a nap. Didn’t help very much.” You shifted in your chair again, feeling another ache spread across your back. “I’ve been really sore today.” You finally told him. He eyed you with suspicion, but you didn’t look at him, worried about the same thing.

“Do you think-“

“Do not say it out loud.” You cut him off. “He’s gonna stay in there until he’s supposed to come out.”

“Y/n,” Jake warned. You shot him a pointed look. “Can’t force him to stay in there.” He joked, lightening the mood.

“Not ready yet.” You said, wincing at a wave of cramping.

“Have you been having contractions all day?”

“I had some cramping this morning, I thought it was just normal pregnancy pain. Wasn’t really anything new, but it didn’t go away.” You explained. Just as you said so, the front door opened again. The tension was eased by Sam and Danny making their way in.

“Sorry we were late to the party,” Sam said, looking between everyone. “Daniel takes forever to get ready.”

“Don’t lie to them, they already know it was you.” Danny rolled his eyes. Sam ignored him, immediately looking towards your daughter.

“He’s crazy, right?” Sam asked, his tone softening and turning slightly baby-like. She stuck her tongue out at him in response. Before you had a chance to scold her for her manners, he did the same back. “Dinner looks really good,” Sam eyed her plate. She watched him with suspicion. “Mind if I have some?”

“None for you.” She said, taking another bite. He feigned a look of offence.

“Leave her alone, Sam, before she hurts your feelings.” Jake chuckled.

“You guys want something to eat?” You asked the boys, thankful the attention was away from you, now.

“Yeah, actually, if you don’t mind.” Danny answered. You made a move to get up, but Jake stopped you, sending you a look through the corner of his eye.

“Help yourself.” Jake said quickly, giving him a smile.

“Thanks, man.” He said, walking over to the stove. You didn’t have time to chastise him, feeling another wave of pain through your abdomen.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Jake whispered to you. Josh was watching you carefully, also worried.

“I didn’t think it was serious. Still don’t.” You were lying, now. You were quite certain that the pain was labour pain, but you weren’t ready for him to arrive. The nursery still wasn’t 100% finished, and you felt like you hadn’t had enough one on one time with your daughter. You were excited for the newest addition, but you wanted to make sure she was ready, too.

“I don’t care if you thought it was serious or not, I want you to call me for anything. You know that.” He scooted his chair closer, brushing your hair from your face. “You’ve been having contractions since this morning?” You eventually gave him a nod, knowing you were going to have to admit it sooner or later.

“They really weren’t that bad, earlier. At first I didn’t think much of it, but when I laid down a while ago it started to get worse. I thought maybe it was gonna go away, but I don’t think they are.” You laughed. “I think he’s ready.”

“You wanna go to the hospital, now?” You could see his demeanour change in an instant. He was trying not to panic, or explode from excitement. He was doing his best to keep it together for you.

“Not yet, water hasn’t broke and they’re still too far apart. I think we have a little bit more time.” You reassured him.

“You have a bag packed?” He asked.

“No, I wasn’t really expecting to go into labour this soon.”

“Let’s go, then.” He started to stand.

“You can eat. I can pack.” You argued. He shook his head, the idea not even being a possibility to him. He held his hand out for you, helping you up. With his assistance, you toddled away to the stairwell, leaving his brothers to eat. Jake stopped for a moment, whispering something to his twin. Josh gave a nod, not saying a word out loud. Jake joined you again, giving you some support as you walked up the stairs.

In your bedroom, Jake pulled the overnight bag he’d been keeping out in case of emergency. He motioned for you to sit down on the bed. “Clothes.” He said, moving to your shared wardrobe.

“Just something comfortable.” You explained. He pulled out a pair of his sweatpants, showing them to you. You gave a nod. You’d practically been living in his clothes for the last few weeks. He pulled out a couple of your oversized shirts and another pair of pants and threw them in the bag. He grabbed chargers and your book from your bedside. He disappeared to the bathroom, grabbing your toiletries and stuffing them in there, too. “Diaper bag is ready to go. I did that last week, just in case.” He stopped, moving closer to you. He took your chin between his thumb and index finger, leaning down and placing a kiss to your lips.

“Taking care of everyone but you?” He jokingly scolded.

“You know me.” You smiled.

“I do,” he said, returning back to the bag. He grabbed things left and right, trying to remember everything from last time. “Car seat?” He asked, now a little panicked.

“In the nursery.” You said, suddenly feeling a wave of panic. “The nursery isn’t finished!” You exploded, making a move to stand.

“Hey,” he said, stopping you. “It’s okay. You guys are my main priority. The nursery will be fine, we can finish it whenever we get the chance. There’s no rush.” He assured you. You still felt the anxiety surging through you. “I know you’re nervous, but we’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna do amazing, and I’m gonna be right there beside you the whole time.” He kissed your head.

“I’m scared. What is it with our kids and arriving early?” You said, taking a deep breath as another ache spread across your back and stomach. “They’re nothing like their father or their uncles. You guys are always late!” You joked. Jake laughed, kneeling in front of you.

“They were just so excited to meet you that they couldn’t wait any longer.” He whispered. You met his eyes, feeling the fear dissipate. “We did this once before. We know how it goes. I know you can do it. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met, and the best mother to ever exist.”

“I love you, Jake.” You sighed, feeling the contraction fizzle away.

“I love you.” He said, waiting until you were feeling better before standing again. “Your bag is ready to go. I threw some of my clothes in there, too. Diaper bag is good, and I’ll get the car seat.” He explained.

“I think I’ve got a little more time before we have to go.” You told him. “If I go now, I’ll probably just sit there for hours like the last time.” He nodded.

“I’ll get everything in the car and make sure we’re ready to leave when you think it’s time.”

“Can you call Eve?” You asked.

“Of course I can. You wanna go back downstairs?”

“I think I might stay here.” You confessed.

“That’s okay.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, giving you another quick kiss before making a move towards the door.

“Can you get Josh to bring Layla up?” You asked, massaging your hand over your stomach. He nodded.

“I’ll be back soon.” He waited for your nod of approval before turning and walking out the door. You adjusted the pillows on the bed, wiggling upwards and resting against the headboard. You tried to focus on your breathing, to imagine how fantastic it was going to be once he was here safely and the painful part was over, but it was hard to think of the positives when you were feeling so much pain and anxiety.

You knew everything would be fine, but the mom-worry never subsided. You used to laugh at your own mother for always been so concerned about everyone when you were a kid, but now that you were a parent, you understood more than anyone. You always seemed to have something to stress about, even when there was nothing happening. Jake helped a lot with it; he was always a voice of reason, for you. Over the years he’d not only learned how to navigate your relentless anxiety and quick temper, but also how to calm you down. That was something nobody else could do. You knew that morning when you woke up, labour was knocking on the front door. You just didn’t know it would be so soon. You did a fantastic job the rest of the pregnancy with staying calm. Doing it the second time around was much easier than the first, but it didn’t mean you were fully prepared. You had been nesting much more over the last week or so, but you weren’t sure if it was good enough. The nursery was another concern. The crib wasn’t together and all of his clothes were yet to be folded and put away. There was so much to still be done, but time was running out.

You were interrupted from your thoughts by a soft knock on the door. After a second, Josh peeked his head inside the room. You smiled, motioning for him to come in. When he did, you were confused that he had come up alone. “Sam and Danny are trying to clean her up. She had dinner all over her.” He chuckled. You nodded, understanding immediately. He took a seat on the edge of the bed close by you. “And I wanted to talk to you, too.” He admitted.

“Of course,” you laughed. “I wanted to see you, too.”

“That’s good,” he said, eying your hand rubbing your stomach. “Why didn’t you call us, mama?”

“I figured if I really was in labour, it was going to take a while. I was in early labour with her for almost two days before anything exciting happened.” You laughed. “Turns out, labour the second time goes a little faster. I started feeling a bit crampy when I went to bed, wasn’t better this morning and started to get more intense this afternoon. I think he’ll be here tonight, or early tomorrow morning.” You confessed.

“You still should have called, we wouldn’t have left you at home alone.” He scolded.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You waved him off. “You had rockstar things to do, and Eve and Sam were just next door if I needed someone. I would’ve called if my water broke.”

“You’re gonna be the death of us, woman.” He joked.

“I was really hoping it was false labour. I’m just not quite ready.” You closed your eyes, wincing at another contraction.

“He’s as stubborn as his mother, then.” Josh smiled.

“Definitely in too much of a rush to take after his father.” You quipped.

“What’s not finished?”

“Nursery, mostly. Don’t have the crib all put together, yet. His clothes are still all over the place, too, and I was hoping to clean the house a bit more.”

“I’ll get Sam and Danny on nursery duty, don’t worry about that.” He assured you.

“No, Josh, you guys don’t have to do that. It’s our responsibility.” You shut the idea down.

“We want to help, so let us help.” The two of you had a moment of a staring contest, but eventually your eyes softened when another wave of pain washed over you.

“Okay.” You breathed. “Are you still okay with watching Layla?” You asked, letting your head fall back onto the headboard.

“Yeah, of course I am.” You had planned to have Josh stay at the house with her while you were at the hospital. That way, you knew she was in good hands, and you didn’t have to worry about her too much. “I’ll bring her as soon as Jake calls.” He promised.

“Thank you for loving her so much.” You whispered, shifting a little bit to get more comfortable.

“Are you kidding? You don’t have to thank me for that.” He said, reaching out for your hand. You took it, and he gave yours a gentle squeeze. “She’s a mini-version of my two favourite people, of course I’m gonna love her. Besides, it’s practice for me.” He gave a cheeky smile.

“I don’t think you need to practice, Josh.” You said. “You’re gonna be a fantastic dad when the time comes.”

“Maybe all of our kids will start a band, too.” He theorized.

“If they have even half of the talent you guys have, they’ll make it big, too.” You said, giving him a soft smile.

“I’m so proud of you both, y/n. You have no idea.” He mumbled, unable to hold it back anymore.

“Who would’ve thought all of those years ago, we’d end up here?” You chuckled, placing his hand on your belly so he could feel the kicks, too.

“All of us.” Josh laughed, amazed at the movements. “Literally everybody but you two.”

“Whatever, Kiszka.” The door opened again, causing both of you to look towards it. Jake stepped inside, holding Layla. He gave a smile to both of you, almost apologizing for interrupting. Josh stood, feeling that it was best to give you some privacy.

When Jake made his way over, his brother gave him a supportive pat on the back. He let the door fall shut behind him when he left. Jake walked to the opposite side of the bed, getting in next to you. He let Layla sit in front of the both of you. “Hi, baby.” You said, giving her cheek a gentle pinch. She let out a bout of giggles. You had to admit, she was always happy. As with all kids, she had her moments and her temper tantrums by times, but she was mostly always content and easy-going. She listened well, and she was so kind and gentle. She was fully of energy, and was extremely interested in her dad’s guitar playing. Sometimes, her and Josh would sing together while Jake played. “I think you’re gonna have a sleepover with Uncle Josh tonight. Does that sound fun?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, playing with the hem of one of the blankets on the bed.

“Mama might be gone for a few days, but Daddy will come home and check in on you. Josh is gonna bring you to visit us as soon as he can.”

“Why?” She asked, her brown eyes looking up with confusion.

“Cause tomorrow, you’re gonna have a baby brother.” You explained. “Are you excited?” She gave you another nod, listening intently. “Being a big sister is super cool, you know.”

“The coolest.” Jake added, giving her a smile. “But we wanna talk about something first, okay?” She nodded again, fully enthralled in what he was saying. It wouldn’t matter if she didn’t understand a word he spoke; if he was talking, she was listening. She adored Jake, always wanting to be a part of what he was doing, or talking to him, or being held by him. He used to be scared that she wouldn’t want to be around him, or he was going to fuck up somehow, but she looked at him like he put the stars in the sky. And for both of you, he really did. He was the rock, the glue always holding everything together. He was the voice of reason and comfort whenever it was needed, and he was your whole world.

“I know for long time it’s always been just us. Me, you and mama.” He started. “It’s gonna be a lot different with another baby in the house, and we know that. We all have to get used to it. He’s gonna be loud, and cry, and he might be a bit smelly, too.” She laughed at his words. “But you’re gonna grow up, and he’s gonna be your best friend. The first little while will be hard, though. We’re gonna have to pay a lot of attention to him.”

“How much?” She asked. You shook your head in disbelief. For a three year old, she was incredibly smart.

“A lot, bug.” You told her. “He won’t be able to eat by himself, or walk, or talk to us. You do all of those things now, but you know how you learned how to do it, and how we’re still learning how to do some things?” She nodded. “He’s gotta learn how to do it all, too.”

“Oh.” She said, mostly understanding what you were saying. You winced as another, stronger contraction pulled your attention away. “Hurt, mommy?” She asked, concern laced in her tiny voice.

“I’m okay, honey.” You held your pinky out to her. She locked hers around yours, but didn’t let go right away.

“But, you know what, bug?” Jake asked, getting her attention. She looked up at him, never moving her hand from yours. “That doesn’t mean we love you any less. You’re still our baby, too. We aren’t going to forget about you. It might seem like we’re paying more attention to him, but I promise we’re still right here. We’re still gonna play and dance, and do all of the fun stuff we do, now. I’ll read you your bedtime story every night, and mama will sing for you, too.” She looked to you for confirmation. You nodded and gave an affirmative hum.

“You’re still our baby, too. We would never forget about you.” You promised. “You know how much we love you?” You asked. She thought about it for a moment, then stretched her arms out as wide as she could. You laughed, but nodded. You and Jake did the same, showing her your entire wingspan. “This much, and even more than that. And Uncle Josh, and Sammy, and Danny, too. And we can’t forget about Auntie Evie and Uncle Sam, and everybody else in the whole wide world. There’s always love to go around for you, lovebug.” You said, reaching forward and catching her in a hug. She melted into your touch as you pulled her into your lap.

Jake leaned over, wrapping one arm around you, and the other around her. Jake peppered kissed over her cheeks, causing a shriek of laughter from her. “You’re gonna be the best big sister ever, but we already know that.” Her long brown hair was cascaded over her face, her eyes, so similar to her fathers, were sparking with childlike joy. “So we need you to be good for Josh tonight, and he’ll bring you to visit as soon as he can okay?”

“Okay!” She said, her excitement returning to her.

“We love you so much.” He said, brushing the locks of hair away from her tiny face.

“I love you!” She said, although not pronounced perfectly. Still, it was more than music to your ears. You thought it ought to be one of her favourite phrases; she took the idea of peace and love and ran with it. “Can you…” she thought for a moment, trying to piece the words together. You and Jake watched in anticipation. “Read?” Jake grinned, holding his hand up for a high five. She returned the gesture immediately. She was getting much better with her sentences, and you were certain she’d be talking your ears completely off any day now. She had the knowledge, but was more hesitant than anything.

Jake stood, disappearing from the room, only to return with a book in his hand. He climbed back in bed for your usual nighttime ritual, although a little early that particular night. You thought that she just liked the routine, rather than needed it to sleep. If you had to place a bet, she’d definitely get Josh to read to her later, or more likely, con him into letting her watch a movie at bedtime. It was always incredibly difficult telling her no, and Josh had the hardest time with it. She settled between you and Jake, excited for the story he picked. While he read to her and she was distracted enough, you managed to comb your fingers through her messy hair and retied her little ponytail.

As the story came to a close, you were feeling quite uncomfortable. When Jake looked over at you, he was well aware that the time was quickly approaching. He placed the book on his beside table and turned to Layla, who was fully laying against you. “Alright, bug. Mama and I have to get going, but remember what we told you, okay?” He said. She gave a nod. He swooped down and picked her up with ease, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her head. “Give mama big hugs!” She didn’t have to be told twice. She was by your side, trying her best to wrap her tiny arms around you. You held her for a moment, enjoying the last few minutes of being a family of three. Jake went to your side of the bed, helping her down once she let go of you. Once both her feet were planted on the ground, he helped you up.

When you were all standing, she hugged your legs, her silent way of telling you she didn’t want you to go. Jake bent down and picked her back up, not being able to resist it. “We love you more than words, lovebug.” You told her.

“If you need us, tell Josh to call dad, okay?” Jake said. “Even if it’s just a bad dream.” The three of you made your way out of your room. You went down the stairs first, holding the railing tightly. Jake followed close behind, not letting you out of his sight. When you got back to the kitchen, Josh was just finishing the dishes and Sam was putting them away. Danny was reading over the instruction booklet on how to put the crib together, preparing for the grievous activity. When they heard footsteps, they all turned to look.

When they noticed you holding your back, they clued in that it was time to go. Josh immediately came over and took Layla from Jake. He brought her in the living room and sat her in front of her toys before rejoining. “Y/n,” Sam cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh, yeah, it’s time to go.” Jake said, now noticing what Sam was seeing. You looked down, realizing that wetness was spreading down the legs of your pants. The pain was intense and constant enough that you hadn’t even noticed.

“Oh shit,” you exhaled. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Just like last time, your water had broken in the middle of your labour. Sam bit onto his lip, holding back a laugh.

“It looks like you peed yourself.” He mumbled, coughing away a giggle.

“Grow up, Sam.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, no shame here! Supermom!” He said, mocking Josh.

“You’re an idiot.” Even while you insulted him, you couldn’t help but laugh. Josh took to the front of you, pulling you into a short lived hug.

“You’re gonna do great. We’re so proud of you, and we’ll be here when you get home.” He promised. He kissed the top of your head before pulling his twin into a hug. Sam and Danny took their turn, muttering words of encouragement, trying not to panic themselves at the thought of you giving birth.

“Take care of my baby.” You said to Josh, even though you knew it was unspoken. There was nobody you trusted more to look after her. “Call us if she needs anything, please. Even if she just wants to say goodnight.”

“Will do.” He assured you. “Now go, we love you.”

“We love you guys.” You said as you made your way to the door. Jake held your hand as you slipped your shoes on, leading you out the door. He helped you down the steps and to the car, opening the door for you. Before you got in, he searched wildly in the backseat for a towel or a blanket to place under you. When he found one, he helped you sit.

He got in the drivers side, starting the car wordlessly. He reached for your hand, holding it tightly in his own. It was his silent encouragement, telling you everything was okay without even having to open his mouth. “Did you call Eve?” You asked as he pulled out of the driveway. The contractions were picking up the pace, lasting a bit longer each time they came around.

“Yeah. I texted her just before we left. She’s going to meet us there.” He promised. You nodded, breathing through the pain. The drive seemed to last forever, the pain intense and uncomfortable. You were never so relieved when the view of the hospital came into sight.

Jake wasted no time finding a parking spot and helping you out of the car. Once you were inside, the staff immediately got you into a wheelchair, getting you to the maternity ward and settled into a room.

The nurses got you into your gown and then the bed, and started your IV. Jake left you only for a moment to grab your stuff from the car, returning before you even really processed that he was gone. He took to your bedside, pulling a visitor chair as close as he could get it. He leaned forward, brushing your hair from your forehead and giving you a smile. You slipped your hand into his, feeling the uncertainty melt away, now understanding that this was reality and you had to be okay with it. “You doing okay?” He asked, thumb tracing over the back of your hand.

“Yeah, I think so. I’m nervous.” You admitted. He placed a kiss to your knuckles.

“You’ve got this. You’re gonna do amazing, and I’m going to be right beside you the whole time.” He promised.

“I love you.” You sighed, relaxing back into the pillows.

“I love you.” He straightened the blankets out, pulling them further up on you, making sure you were comfortable. “And him.” He added, quickly.

“Don’t think he’s gonna take as long as Layla did.” You said, shifting slightly. “My mom told me that the second usually comes faster, but I didn’t think it would be this fast.” You tried to laugh, but a contraction cut it short.

“Want me to get a nurse?” He asked. “Are you doing an epidural this time?” You found it funny, how involved he was with your pregnancies. The first time, he was the one coming home with parenting books and went crazy with baby-proofing the house. Every time you mentioned something he hadn’t heard of before, or if he wasn’t sure how to help, he went right to google to figure it out. When you had Layla, he didn’t sleep at the hospital until he knew you were both safe and okay. He was more than attentive, and just from the look in his eye when you were in pain, you could tell he’d do anything to switch places with you, if he could.

“Yeah. I think I waited too long last time, it didn’t really do much. I don’t want to feel all that again.” You chuckled.

“Whatever you think is best, baby.” He said. His support was fantastic and never once wavering.

After a while, the nurses administered the epidural, and Eve and Sam arrived. Sam made quick work at distracting you from the situation just by continuing to be his regular, annoying, younger-brother self. Eve was fantastic with her best friend support, the same as she was last time. Jake was more than comforting just by existing. The labour was quick comparative to your last experience, only taking a few hours until you were ready for the main event. Sam took post in the waiting room until, in his words, ‘the gross part was over’, while Eve and Jake stayed with you, each holding one of your hands. It seemed like as soon as it started, it was over. The pain was worth every second, because once they placed your baby in your arms, the world made a little bit more sense.

You were gross, sweaty and exhausted, but Jake was still looking at you like the entire world was right in front of him. He cut the umbilical cord and remained completely attentive to you while they got him cleaned off. “You did it, baby.” He said, smiling down at you.

“You look stupid in that gown.” You managed the joke, feeling light from the pain meds and fighting sleep.

“Thanks.” He chuckled. “You look as beautiful as ever.”

“Don’t lie to me.” You brushed him off.

“Never lied to you before, why would I start now?” He whispered, all the love he ever had for you showing in the look in his eyes.

After things calmed down, and the doctor ensured you and the baby were safe and stable, the medical staff began to filter out. Jake had changed into something more comfortable, and taken permanent post by your bedside. Eve went to update Sam, leaving you and Jake to have some time to yourselves. When the doctors brought your newest addition back to you, you finally felt a wave of peacefulness wash over you. You held him in your arms, gazing down at his sleeping face. Jake stood, sliding on the edge of the bed beside you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into the touch, propping your arm up slowly so you wouldn’t disturb the sleeping baby.

“He’s beautiful,” you finally said, feeling the tears fill your eyes.

“Just like his mama.” He said, reaching down and moving the blanket away from his face. “Hey, little guy.” He whispered, adoration coating his features. “He looks like you.” Jake noted, looking up at your face.

“Really?” You inspected a little further. “I find he looks like you, too.”

“No,” Jake shook his head. “He’s got your nose.” He used his free hand to slightly nudge the tip your nose with his index finger. You let out a giggle, rolling your eyes at him. “And your eyes. I noticed them earlier.”

“He’ll probably grow up to look like you, too. Your damn Kiszka genes are too strong.” You joked. Jake laughed, shaking his head at your words.

“Don’t care who he looks like, m’gonna love him just the same.” He mumbled, eyes never leaving his son.

“What are we gonna name him?” You asked, suddenly feeling another wave of panic. You and Jake had put off picking a name for far too long, thinking you still had a few more weeks to decide. You’d done the same with Layla; it was the first name that popped in your head, and you both loved it. It seemed that this time was no different.

“Henley?” He said, almost instantly. You snapped your head up to look at him, eyeing him with suspicion.

“Like, Don Henley?”

“Yeah.” Jake laughed. “Who else?” You gave a small shrug. “Founding member of the Eagles, witchy woman. Come on, you should know that.” He teased.

“I do know that,” you snipped. “I was just clarifying.”

“Well, I was thinking we could keep it up with the music names. It’s kind of cool.” He explained. “Thought we could give him an Eagles name, cause of your nickname.”

“I like it.” You smiled. “Henley… Joshua? Or Michael?” You looked up at him through the corner of your eye.

“After Josh?” Jakes voice was barely above a whisper. You’d given Layla’s middle name in respect to Eve, your sister for every intent and purpose. Jake had no complaints about it, only encouragement.

“Unless you don’t want to. I just thought… yeah.” You trailed off.

“No, that’s perfect, I think.” He cleared his throat a bit, covering up a crack. “Josh is gonna be ecstatic.” He told you.

“I figured… he’s done so much, and he’s always around and helping us out. He’s our best friend, and I can’t think of anyone better to name him after.” Your voice was soft, too. “Don’t tell my brothers I said that.”

“It stays between us.” He laughed. He turned his attention back to your son, admiring the tininess of him. “What do you think?” Jake put his baby voice on. Just as he did so, Henley’s eyes fluttered open. He made a small coo, blinking a few times. “Henley Joshua Kiszka? Does that sound good to you?” The baby stared at him, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. After a moment, he made another small noise. Jake looked over at you, a grin eating away at his face. “I think he likes it.”

“You like your name, little man?” You asked, bouncing him ever so gently in your arm. His eyes flicked to you, almost as if he recognized your voice. “He does.”

“I think he just likes his mama.” Jake hummed, brushing your hair from your forehead before placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Layla Evangeline and Henley Joshua Kiszka.” He pondered aloud. “I like it.”

“Me, too.”

“Too bad Josh doesn’t have a cooler name. Evangeline sounds so classy. Josh sounds like a frat boy.” Your head shot up towards Jake.

“Did you just say my son’s name sounds like a frat boy name?”

“No! His name is cool.” He assured you. “Josh’s isn’t.”

“Whatever, Jacob.” You shot back. “Pretty generic, too, if you ask me.” He laughed, shaking his head at you.

“Okay, mama bear.” He conceded. “You know, this is going to hurt Sam’s feelings.”

“Plenty of time for more kids.” You hummed, adjusting Henley’s hat on his head.

“Really?” Jake looked to you, excitement clouding his eyes. You watched him for a moment, a small smile forming on your lips. For his almost tough, nonchalant exterior, the mention of babies always seemed to bring a spark of joy to him. Especially if the talk was about your babies.

“I mean, yeah. Just not like… right away.” You said after a moment. “But I wouldn’t mind having more kids with you.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips and lingering for a moment. He wanted to live in that moment forever.

After a while, Jake took him so you could get some sleep. Eve and Sam came in to gush over him, feeling the baby fever begin to set in. You figured it wouldn’t be too long before they had a few of their own. When you woke up, it was light outside, and there were voices in the hallway. Henley was fast asleep in the bassinet next to your bed, right in your line of vision. Jake knew he’d be the first thing you looked for when you woke. You stretched, feeling the ache from labour still persisting. You used your hands to prop yourself up a bit, holding the button on the bed to elevate the upper half. You reached over, grabbing the bassinet and gently wheeling it towards you. You looked in, smiling at him swaddled in the hospital blankets.

A head peeked back into the room, checking on you. You looked up to see Jake, giving him a wave. “You have a visitor, if you’re up for it, mama.” He said. You gave him a nod, telling him it was okay. He leaned back out, but you could still hear his voice. “Come on, bug.” Within a moment, Jake reappeared with his twin and your daughter. When she recognized you in bed, her eyes lit up.

“Hi, mama.” She said, a bit timidly.

“Hi, lovebug!” You exclaimed in a whisper. You held your arms out, telling her it was okay to come over. She raced over to you, ridding herself of the nervousness almost immediately. Jake helped her up on the bed, and she settled in right beside you. “I missed you.” You told her.

“Ho-pit-al.” She said. You and Jake laughed quietly at her pronunciation. “Are you okay?” She asked.

“Mama’s okay, bug. Don’t worry.”

“Dad okay?” She asked, playing with the stuffed bear she’d brought with her.

“Dad’s okay, too.” You assured her. “Did you have a fun sleepover with Josh?” She nodded, handing you her teddy bear. You grabbed it, smiling down at the small toy. Jake had bought it for her after returning from a tour they did when she was quite young. It was her favourite one by far, and she was always carrying it around with her.

“Do you wanna meet your brother?” Jake asked, crouching down by the bed. She gave him a look of uncertainty, but eventually nodded again. Josh took his chance to greet you, walking over and placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hello, Joshua.” You gave him a smile.

“Hello, mama.” He said back with the same tone. “How are you feeling?”

“A little sore, but it’s worth it.” You assured him. “Did you see him, yet?” He shook his head.

“Jake wanted to wait until you were awake and ready.” You felt your heart warm at his words, knowing how much respect your husband had for you. Josh took a small step towards the head of the bed, turning to look at Jake as he brought over Henley. You held your arms out, to which Jake placed him down gently in them.

Layla sat up, gazing over with curiosity. Jake took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching the interaction intensely, never wanting to forget the moment. Without a word, Josh took a moment to take a few pictures, wanting you all to have the memory, too. “He was in your belly?” She looked up to you, unable to process the situation.

“Yeah, he was, bug.” You told her. “What do you think of him?”

“He’s tiny.” She noted.

“Sure is. You were that size, too, once.” Jake told her.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you said, smiling at her. “Now you’re getting so big.” Jake mumbled an agreement, both of you feeling the weight of the statement. You couldn’t believe she was growing up so fast.

“I like him.” She finally deducted.

“That’s good, bug.” Jake laughed. “I’m sure he likes you, too.”

“What’s his name?” She asked.

“Henley.” Jake said.

“Henny?” She asked, a bit confused. He gave a small shake of his head.

“Hen-“ he said, waiting for her to repeat him. She did so, watching him carefully. “Lee.” She repeated that, too. “Henley.”

“Henley.” She said, although not completely perfect. Still, he wasn’t long telling her he was proud of her and giving her a high five.

“Don Henley?” Josh asked. Jake nodded, looking to you.

“Come here.” Jake patted the spot beside him. Josh took a seat, leaning over slightly to get a better look at him.

“He’s gorgeous.” Josh said, almost breathless at the sight. If you knew anything for certain, it was that Josh loved kids just as much as Jake did.

“We think so, too.” Jake said, placing a hand on his brothers shoulder. You shared a look with your husband, who gave you a slight nod, telling you that it was okay if you told Josh his name.

“We were actually wondering what you thought about his full name, godfather.” You caught his attention. You and Jake decided since Sam and Eve were Layla’s godparents, Josh and Ally would be his godparents. Ally didn’t live close by, but she visited often and was always involved in your lives, whether remotely or in person.

“Let me hear it, then.” The anticipation was killing him, you could tell just by the look in his eye.

“Henley Joshua Kiszka.” You told him, tone soft and eyes hopeful. He stared for a moment, mouth slightly agape, trying to process what you were saying.

“J-Joshua?” He stuttered, clearing his throat. “Like, after me?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Is that okay?”

“That’s… more than okay. That’s awesome.” He rushed out, eyes looking everywhere but at yours. “You mean it?”

“Of course we do. Couldn’t think of anyone better to name him after.” You explained. He finally met your gaze. You noticed a few tears brimming in his eyes. “You’re Jake’s brother, and you’re my best friend. You’ve been there for us through everything. You’re our rock, and we have no idea where we’d be without you. You brought me into your family with open arms, since the first day I met you. You were the first person who came to mind.”

“I don’t know what to say,” he chuckled, wiping his eye with the back of his hand.

“Don’t have to say anything, brother.” Jake patted him on the back. He wrapped his arm around Josh, pulling him into a short lived hug. “We wanted to. Thank you for everything you do, and for loving them like they’re your own.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that!” He brushed Jake’s words off. “I love you guys.”

“We love you.” You laughed. “Do you wanna hold him?”

“Can I?”

“Of course you can.” You nodded. He cautiously reached over, ever so carefully taking him from your arms. He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. At the sight of the new face, he looked like he was about to cry. Josh rocked him slightly, quietly talking to him. After a few seconds, he relaxed again and made a few small noises.

“He looks like you.” Josh said, looking up at you.

“You think?” You asked. Josh nodded.

“I told you.” Jake grinned, peeking over his brothers shoulder to admire the baby, too. Layla curled up beside you, resting her head on your chest. You wrapped your arm around her, holding her tightly to you.

As you sat and watched the twins with the baby, and looked down at your daughter, you felt an overwhelming sense of happiness wash over you. You were certain that life couldn’t get any better than this. You’d find made it; all the years of hard work paying off in this small, sacred moment of time. Jake looked up at you, giving you a smile. “We did it.” You whispered. Josh was so enthralled in Henley that he didn’t even hear you speak.

“We did it.” Jake confirmed. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you, Rockstar.” And you meant it with every fibre of your being. You loved every day, minute, and second that brought you here, even if some were terrible. You thanked the universe for every memory, every touch and word shared with him. You thanked every higher power to exist for ensuring he was at that dive bar in Baltimore. And you thanked them once more, for guiding him to the cafe the next day. That one night, one that was so painfully normal for everyone else, gave you the entire world. It got you where you were, now, adoring him entirely and learning more about love with every day that passed. One bar in Maryland, one Eagles song, and one rum and coke paved the way for the happiest life you could ever have imagined for yourself.

“I love you, witchy woman.” Without him saying another word, you already knew he felt the exact same way.

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Forbidden (A SKZ Family Secret) Part 6 of 8

Read Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 2.5 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8

Fem reader // Han Jisung // female Aunty Lina (Lino) // Hyuna (Hyunjin) // Suengmin

You are the nanny/housekeeper for Han and Hyuna (Hyunjin), helping take care of their two sons and keeping daily life in order. But what happens when Han and his Sister-in-law Lina take an extra liking to you, and you are caught up in a secret that you never could have imagined?

Chapter Summary: You and Han recreate the that first night on the couch (where you almost had sex that first time). You have a conversation with Binnie.

Writer's Note: MC is still about 32-33 weeks pregnant. This chapter includes smut with reader and Han that you won't want to miss. It was just going to be short and sweet but it turned into a second round. And... you must read to the end of the chapter because something happens that will change the course of the story.

Word Count: 3.7k approx. (part 6) there will be more parts to come.

A few things to note before you jump in (as this might not be your cup of tea): * Hyunjin (aka Hyuna) and Lino (aka Lina) are female characters in this story (and one of them will be involved in sex). * There is cheating on partners. * There is manipulation and abuse of authority. * Female reader is an adult (in case you were worried)

Warnings: NSFW // Female Lee Minho // Female Hyunjin // cheating on partners // emotional turmoil // unprotected sex // pet names (Daddy) // sub dom undertones // pregnancy // mentions of adoption // cum obsession // breeding kink // oral sex//

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You looked at yourself in your mirror. The over sized t-shirt, the one that was modest enough and came down to the middle of your thigh, was now fitting snug over your baby bump and only just covered your ass. The black lace panties were also a little too small, but they were the most important part of tonight’s outfit.

You went out into the living room, where Han was seated on the couch dishing out the Thai takeaway food. He was still in his work shirt and trousers, sleeves rolled up, and your eyes were immediately drawn to the bulging veins in his forearms and hands as he dished out the food.

“We’re not sitting at the dining table?” you raised an eyebrow. He looked up and saw what you were wearing and was immediately taken back to that first night, the night you almost fucked..

“Nope. We’re going sit here and relax, watch a drama, drink…sugar free soda.” He smiled, playing along. “We’re going to do all the things that we didn’t do last time.” He locked his eyes on yours, staring at you for a long moment. You bit your lip. You knew what he was he implying?

“So this is why you asked me to order Thai food and you kicked everyone out of the house?” He smirked as you sat beside him on the couch. You nodded shyly. “Does that mean you’re also wearing-?”

“Let’s eat, Han. I’m starving.” You grabbed your plate off him and started stuffing your mouth full of food. Han gave you a knowing look, but sat back and pressed play on the drama he had ready to go on the television.

It didn’t take long to feel full, because you didn’t have a lot of room for food anymore, and you placed your plate on the coffee table. That’s when your felt Han’s hand land on the side of your bare thigh. Your heart raced in anticipation. His hand slid further up, pushing the t-shirt up over your ass, to reveal the side of your panties. You swallowed a lump in your throat, your skin burned. You knew how he was going to react.

“Hmm, I thought you might be wearing these.” He purred, leaning in and kissing your neck. “Stand up. Let me see properly how they look on you.” He said gruffly, releasing you and leaning back into the couch. With one foot he pushed the coffee table out of the way and gestured for you to stand up.

You tried to contain your excitement as you followed Han’s instructions, rising to your feet and standing in front of him. He stepped his feet wider encouraging you to stand between his knees. “Lift your shirt up so I can see.” You gathered the hem of your shirt and let it rest above your bump. “Fuck!” he said sitting forward and grasping your hips harshly. He took his time, taking in how you looked in the underwear that he had barely seen in such a long time. His eyes skimmed the crotch where he knew he’d plastered his cum all those months ago. He bit his lip and lifted his gaze to yours. “You wore this hoping I’d see, didn’t you?” he sucked in a breath.

You nodded. “Yes.” You admitted. Han smirked. “Turn around.” He spun you around so you faced away from him. His hot, wet open mouth ravished your ass. His hands squeezed and spanked your meaty cheek, then caressed your hips. He growled hungrily with approval as he held you against his face, the cold, metal edge of his glasses dug into your skin.

It wasn’t enough for him and he stood up flush against your back. He buried his face in your neck and your head fell back against his shoulder. His hands explored your swollen stomach, making their way up under your shirt to cup your breast. His other hand moved snaked around your body to cup your pussy, and he ground his erection into you ass.

“Ah… Han,” you choked.

“Fuck, you don’t know how bad I wanted to fuck you that night.” he growled. “I needed to be inside you, baby, but you ran away.” He sucked on your neck. “I’m not going to let you get away this time. Tonight it’s gonna end differently. It’s gonna end with you coming on my cock and me ruining those slutty panties like I promised.” His voice was deadly.

That was enough to set you on fire. You spun around to face Han, his expression hungry, as you pushed him down onto the couch and straddled him. Your mouths found each other like that first time. You frantically kissed each other, panting and gasping for air. He reached for his belt buckle. “Hurry, Han.” You begged, and you removed your shirt. You had been fantasising about that first night, here on the couch, and how the ending could have been different.

You removed Han’s glasses while he quickly freed his cock, the sight making you salivate and your cunt clench. “Fuck! Ride me baby.” He gripped your hips as you desperately ground against the length of his cock. His dick was so close to slipping inside of you, and you were sure it would have already if it weren’t for your underwear serving as a barrier. You lifted up off his lap, holding onto his cock and rubbing the pre-cum onto your lace panties. “Oh, so you do still want me to ruin those, hmm? After I fuck you I’m going to cum all over your pretty panties like I was supposed to last time.” Han moaned louder as you pumped his cock a little harder. His fingers slid underneath the edge of your underwear running through your soaking lips. He hooked a finger around the lace and pulled it to the side. You hovered over his cock, lining the tip up with your entrance, feeling it prod against your pussy, slightly spreading you open.

Your mind went back to that night on the couch, almost a year ago. You had both been so needy, desperate to be connected. But it wasn’t to be. You’d been interrupted. This time there were no keys in the door. No one was coming. This time there was just the sound of your breath and the k-drama running in the background. This time you and Han were completely different people to who you were back then, not knowing what would eventuate from your affair. If you knew back then where you’d be today, nearly eight months pregnant, would you have made different choices? But here you both were, recreating that first night, and what you wanted now was the same thing you wanted then - to be with Han.

He held onto your hips and sunk you down over his length, causing you both to sigh in relief. You leaned your forehead on his and smiled. “Is this what you wanted, hmm? To be inside me? To fuck the babysitter?” you combed your fingers through his hair roughly, and yanked his head back as you started to ride him slowly.

“Yes.” He choked.

“Is this what you imagined when you were fucking my panties?” he made a strained whimper. “Answer me.” You whispered. “Tell me. What were you imagining when you had them wrapped around your cock?”

“Nghh…baby…fuck. I… I was imagining fucking your pussy, splitting you in two.” He panted.

“Yeah?” you whimpered. “And how were you doing that?”

“You were bent over my desk, arms tied behind your back…fuck you feel so good, baby… keep doing that… Your face was pressed to the desk, your cunt on display ready for me.” You moaned at the thought. “And what did you do to me?” you pressed.

“I ruined you.” He said low and deadly. “I fucked you so hard you screamed the house down. You thought you couldn’t take anymore, but I didn’t stop. I just kept fucking you even harder and for even longer.”

“Mmm, that sounds fucking hot, honey. I think we’re going to have to try that at some point.” You grinned. “You feel so good, Han. You fuck me so perfectly.” You closed your eyes and rocked against him in such a way you could feel pressure on your clit. It wasn’t going to take you long to come, you could feel the tension in your core building. You slipped your tongue into Han’s mouth, you needed to be as close to him as you could in the messiest, sloppiest way. He understood what you were after, he knew all your desires so well now, and kissed your back with the same wildness. You rolled you hips so you could feel his cock slide against your walls. He felt so snug, so perfect inside you. You wanted to keep him inside you forever. His hands held your hips, supporting you, guiding you while you rode his cock.

You held onto his strong shoulders and began to move a little faster and a little harder. Baby, are you sure this is okay?” he asked. You nodded. “It feels good, Han. I’m going to come.” Your vagina tensed, gripping around Han’s length. Tighter, tighter, you felt your walls squeeze involuntarily. You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as your pussy clenched even harder. The moment of orgasm felt like you were suspended in time, you held your breath, but your mouth hung open. Then you were falling, pulsing, letting go.

“Oh god, baby, I’m about to-” you pulled off him and he released himself all over your pussy, making sure he covered your panties in cum like he promised.

Han wiped his thumb through the cum on your pussy and smeared it across your face. “You look so pretty covered in my cum” he said endearingly. Then he nuzzled against your breasts. “I love you.” He said snuggling in as best he could around your stomach.

“Hannie?” you cooed. He looked up at you.

“What’s up baby?” He smiled.

“I’m still horny.” You admitted and looked at him through lowered lashes.

“How can you still be horny? You’re insatiable, baby!” He cried incredulously.

“I’m sorry… I just… I want more.” You shrugged. “I can’t help it. Some people crave weird food. I crave sex!” You laughed. But Han didn’t laugh. He just looked at you lustfully. So he was still horny too, huh?

“Hmm, what should I do with you?” He said thoughtfully, flicking your hair over your shoulder. “I’ve got it.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement.

“Okay, baby. Here’s what I need you to do. Now listen carefully, I don’t want to repeat myself.” You nodded obediently awaiting your instructions.

“I need you to go to your room and I want you to get on all fours on the bed. I need you to have your pussy positioned ready for me, okay? Can you do that for me?”

You nodded “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Daddy? Yes Daddy?” Was that how you were playing this next part?

“That’s right baby… I want you to call me Daddy this time. Now, I need you to leave this on a little longer.” He rubbed his hand along the edge of your panties. “I’m just going to pack up out here. I need you ready for me, alright?.” He smacked you on the ass and you immediately did as he asked.

You couldn’t actually see what state your underwear was in because of your baby bump, but you could certainly feel it. Wet, sticky and now cold, stuck to your inner thighs. But you didn’t care in the slightest. All you were focused on was that Han was going to follow you into your room and fuck you again. You gathered your pillows and piled them in such a way that supported you as you got yourself onto all fours. You pointed your ass towards the door so that first thing he’d see when he walked in was your desperate cunt waiting to be filled again.

You heard your bedroom door open and then close softy. You felt a buzz of excitement course through you. Han sucked in a breath. “Fuck!” He muttered to himself. You sensed him approach then kneel down behind you. One hand pulled your cheek the side, the other wiped he wiped over your pussy. Then you felt the coldness of metal against your skin. You flinched at the unexpected sensation. “Shh it’s okay baby, let’s just get these off you. They’re well and truly fucked now.” You felt your panties being cut off you with scissors and then peeled off you. Then a warm, wet tongue slid through your folds. You cried out when his tongue lingered on your asshole, circling, pressing against it, teasing it.

“Hmm you like that don’t you? This cute little hole is begging for some attention.”

“Yes, Daddy. Feels good.” You moaned. He spent some time exploring your hole, making you whimper, eventually pulling away to take another long look at you.

“There’s so much cum all over you already.” He said inspecting you again. “Are you sure you want more?”

“But Daddy you haven’t filled me up with it yet. I need you to fill me full of cum.” You protested.

“Oh I see. Well Daddy had better fix that for you, hadn’t he!”

He stood up and positioned himself behind you, pressing the tip of his cock at your vagina. “Daddy’s not even gonna ease it into you this time. I think the way you’ve been behaving, all desperate for cock and for cum, I’m going to have to fuck some sense into you.”

“Yes! Please, Dadd- ahhh!” He slammed his cock into without further warning and started thrusting in and out of you without pausing for a moment. Han was on a mission to dampen your hunger for sex. But it just felt so incredible to have your vagina filled, stretched, massaged with his beautiful long strokes. You felt as though you could just let him go for hours on end. You weren’t even interested in having another orgasm, you just wanted Han thrusting into you over and over.

“Does this still feel good for you baby, you’ve gone so quiet? Should I stop?” He sounded concerned.

“No Han- Daddy. I’m just enjoying the feeling so much. I want you to just use me. Use me and cum in me. That’s all I want. Really, that’s all I want right now. I just love how this feels.” You panted.

Han didn’t argue, he’d learned early on that you were vocal about what you wanted in the bedroom. He held onto your hips and immersed himself in chasing his own orgasm. He slammed into you at a moderate pace and intensity, mumbling words like “so fucking perfect”, “so tight”, and “fuck!” over and over. You lost track of time. He could’ve been going for two minutes or two hours. You never grew tired of it. Eventually his hips faltered and he came deep against your cervix with a loud groan.

He pulled out and immediately knelt down again, spreading your lips apart waiting for his cum to start oozing out of you. You knew when it finally did, because of the mesmerised gasps from Han. You felt his cum trickle out and down your lips.

“So fucking perfect, you messy little thing.” He sighed.

“Let’s get you cleaned up now.” he said eventually. He ran you a bath, climbing in with you and washed you carefully, then got you dressed and into bed. He scooped in behind you, arms wrapped around you and your baby, holding you as tight as he could.

“Han?” You started. You wanted to ask him how he felt about his baby not knowing he was her father.

“Yes baby?” He whispered sleepily.

You hesitated. “I love you.” You couldn’t bring yourself to ask the question.

“I love you.” He replied. “And you too my little lady.” He rubbed your belly.

“Han?”

“Yes baby?”

“Will you stay the whole night? Until morning?”

There was a long pause. “Okay, baby. I’ll stay.”

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Your housekeeping and nannying duties had now been minimised, and Hyuna was very strict about it too. “You’re essentially on maternity leave, petal. It’s time to unwind, and get ready for the birth.” She made sure you had your hospital bag packed and your birth plan ready.

But you still enjoyed folding laundry. People probably thought you were weird, but you found it somewhat calming, meditative even.

You took everyone’s basket of clean folded washing to their rooms and placed it on their beds. As you approached Binnie’s door with his basket you could hear crying coming from inside his room.

“Binnie?” You called. “Are you okay? Can I come in, I just have your washing.”

There was a pause. “Um… Okay. Come in.”

You entered to find the boy sitting sideways on his bed, leaning against the wall. His hair was disheveled, he was crying.

“Oh, Binnie, what’s wrong, love?” you placed his basket down and sat on the bed beside him. He looked absolutely distressed. His face was puffy and red, his eyes were bloodshot.

“Binnie,” you said gently. “Has something happened? Do you want to talk about it?” you didn’t want to be too pushy. You didn’t really expect him to want to talk to you about his problems, but you offered to listen anyway.

“I’ve been thinking about something ever since you’ve gotten pregnant.”

“Oh.” You sat up straight, taken aback.

“just before we found out Mum was preggers with Channie, I overheard something really weird that didn’t make sense.”

You felt your heartbeat suddenly get louder, and you tried to remain calm.

“I got home early one day. When I came in I heard Mum and uncle Seungmin talking. He said something like ‘I’m gonna be a dad, again’ or something like that. I thought he meant Aunty Lina. But she didn’t get bigger. But Mum did.” He paused. “I thought either I heard wrong, or maybe, I dunno, Lina lost the baby or something … but I’d been thinking about it again recently…then I found this.”

He looked at you. Then pulled something out from under his pillow. Hyuna’s sketchbook.

You swallowed a gasp. “What’s that?” You asked like you’d never seen it before.

“It’s Mum’s.”

He opened the sketchbook. “Like what the actual hell?” He looked up bewildered. “It’s like an alternate universe of our lives. Look!” He pointed to the picture of Seungmin and Hyuna in a happy embrace, his hand on her swollen tummy. Binnie turned a few pages to a picture of Seungmin holding a baby. Then one of him running around with a small boy.

“And look there’s another boy.” He opened the page to a second baby.

He skipped back to some earlier pages of Seungmin and Hyuna young and in love. The one where they were sitting under the night sky. “It’s like it was the life she wished she had.” He said in despair. “Do you think uncle Seungmin is my father? Do you think Dad knows?” He whispered.

Fuck. You bit your lip, searching your mind for what to say to explain this away. “Look, Binnie-”

“Why do people lie?” He cut you off, tears spilling down his cheeks.

“Oh Binnie, people lie for lots of reasons. Why do you lie?” You asked gently, maybe you could help him find some perspective and understanding?

He paused for a moment “So I don’t get into trouble. To protect myself. To protect my friends.” He admitted.

“And if you suspected Uncle Seungmin could have been Channie’s dad, why didn’t you ask your mum about it? Why did you keep it to yourself?”

Binnie thought for a moment. “So I wouldn’t get hurt. So Dad wouldn’t get hurt. Even mum, I didn’t want to upset her. Plus it got harder as time went on. I just accepted either I was wrong… or… if I was right what could I do? things are what they are.” He sniffled. He sat in contemplation. “Uncle Seungmin once told me you shouldn’t lie because once you start a lie it just gets bigger, and it’s harder to tell the truth. That you hurt more people the longer you leave it.“

It was true. Hyuna and Seungmin’s secret was killing them. Their partners felt like they didn’t love them, and now everyone was having affairs and a teenage boy is questioning where he came from.

“If what your saying is true, and you don’t know that for sure remember, would you want to know the truth?”

What he said brought you to tears.

“I don’t want to live my whole life lied to about who I am and where I came from. I mean, It doesn’t matter where I came from really, Dad will always Dad. But if Uncle Seungmin is my actual father, then what relationship did we miss out on? You know what I mean? It’s like it was stolen from us. And you can’t go back and change that. You can’t get time back.”

You sat there bewildered. How is this young man so wise? Because he’s Seungmin’s son.

“Like your baby.” He pointed to your stomach. “Mum says you’re giving her up to Aunty Lina and Uncle Seungmin. Are you going to lie to her and pretend you’re not her mother? Don’t you think she deserves to know who her actual parents are?” He made no attempt to bring up who the father might be, but you had a strong suspicion he already knew. This kid’s intuition was on point.

“Do you think she’d want to know who I am?” you asked softly.

“I think she would.” He said looking you in the eye.

“Binnie your a decent kid, you know that? But I think you’d better put this back. It could just be a story she drew? It might not be anything at all really.” You said unconvincingly, but Binnie wasn’t stupid.

You waited with him until his emotions calmed and suggested he come watch a movie with you in the living room. But he was happy to just be by himself for a while. You hugged him told him if he ever wanted to talk, you would always be there to listen.

You went to your room and closed the door, panicking internally. Binnie knows. Binnie fucking knows!

Read Part 7 here

Writer's Note: WTF?

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Together

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which he comes to the conclusion that she would be his forever while watching her help his sister Pairing: Seonghwa x reader

Warnings: Cancer, Seonghwa has a sister in this, mentions of verbal abuse

Seonghwa’s heart was shattered when he heard the news of his only little sister being diagnosed with a deadly disease, he fell to the ground in tears at the news. He had no idea what to do for once, he called the only person he knew could help.

She was in the middle of her literature class when she received the call, Seonghwa knows her schedule, he would never call her during school unless it was an emergency, and knowing her professor he souldn’t have let her take the call in class so she grabbed her bag and left quickly to the hallway picking up the call on her way to her car.

“Hwa?”

“I need you.”

“I’m already on my way, I’ll be there in 10.”

She didn’t hang up the phone, leaving it in her cup holder as she listened to his sobs and sniffles on the other end of the line. He needed her, and she’d be damned if she wasn’t there for him. He kept murmuring his sister’s name sending her further into her panic, was she okay?

She barely stopped her car before she hopped out, rushing into the house as fast as she could, she came to a halt when her eyes caught sight of Seonghwa’s little sister watching her brother with guilty eyes, the utter sadness in the room caused tears to spark in her own eyes.

“Hwa…” Her voice broke through the quiet, making his head snap up, he rushed into her embrace, passing her a paper before sinking into her touch, hoping to wake up from this nightmare.

She glanced down at the paper, taking in the medical document with careful eyes, her eyes widening when she catches the diagnosis but nothing prepared her for when she saw the date. “This was two months ago.” She said, looking up at the younger girl with wide eyes, “You kept this a secret until you were about to start Chemo and couldn’t hide it anymore?”

“It was so scary, and I didn’t want to worry everyone too much, but my doctor told me I should get some support, just in case it goes south, I shouldn’t have tried to distance myself from everyone if this goes bad.” The young woman was sniffling, holding back her tears as she watched her brother sob helplessly in his lover's arms.

“Okay, honey, go make some tea okay?” She said down to her boyfriend who tried to protest but she nudged him in the direction of the kitchen anyway, before moving over to the girl on the couch.

“Am I going to get lectured? Cause you can save it, Mom already did enough of that.” The girl sighed, sinking into the couch, but the woman simply pulled her into a hug, pulling a hand up to stroke her head, “Uh…okay. This is is not what I was expecting.”

“Tell me why you actually kept this a secret.”

“I told you.”

“I also know you are terrified of hospitals and probably wouldn’t go alone even if it was serious.” The elder said, giving the girl a knowing look, as she pulled away enough to make eye contact.

“He said he couldn’t be with a sick girl, that when my hair fell out all my beauty would go with it. I was embarrassed.” The girl whimpered out, the memories resurfacing painfully.

“Your boyfriend?” It wasn’t much of a guess, the woman had despised the boy since he was introduced at thanksgiving, he gave his girlfriend a hard time about her eating habits and the older woman smacked him right across the face in the middle of dinner when he got mouthy about Seonghwa not being a real man with how childish he was.

“Ya know the word boy is there for a reason,” The older hummed after getting the confirmation, “No real man would ever berate a woman like that, or berate Hwa, I mean have you met that man.” she joked, nudging the girl to get a smile out of her, “And we will be there with you every step of the way, in fact, how about we take charge of the situation. Cancer won’t control you.” 

“What do you mean?” The girl asked, watching the woman rummage through a box nearby.

“Two years ago my bestfriend was diagnosed with cancer. He decided he didn’t want to wait for cancer to take away his decisions. He knew his hair would fall out with chemo and decided to beat it to the punch. He came over one night at 3 AM and told me he wanted me to shave his head. He wanted to feel free of the beauty standards that were on him all of the time at work. He felt that nobody should have a say in what he was going through and made it his own.” She explained pulling out an electric shaver and passing it to the girl, “You don’t have to, but if you would like, I’d be honored if you helped me show you that hair doesn’t matter.” 

“Wait what?” The girl gasped in shock, holding the battery powered shaver tightly, looking at the older woman confused.

“I want you to shave my head, you aren’t going through this alone, I want to do this with you.” 

“Are you serious?” 

The woman replied by pulling a part of her hair up in a hair tie and reaching for the scissors she keeps in the drawer by the couch, she cut thestands swiftly with no signs of hesitation before reaching over to switch the shaver on with a reassuring smile.

The two had a very teary eyed moment before the hair began falling, Seonghwa watching from the doorway as he watched the woman he now knew was for sure the love of his life support his sister. After about an hour, both females were crying into each other’s shoulders with bald heads whispering to each other that they looked beautiful and how they were in this together. They probably would have gone on for longer if Seonghwa hadn’t joined the hug, embracing his favorite people in his arms tightly as he silently cried with them.

The only thoughts on his mind were that they were going to beat this together, and he was definitely going to propose to this woman, and he was going to do it soon.

[madness1999sworld]

Oh, what a life

Summary: Tatiana has been through hell growing up to an abusing and alcholic father and a mother just wanting to keep the peace while raising her and her little sister. What happens when she leaves her home to find a new purpose in life?

TW: cursing, fighting, 18+

Although it's not discussed that the reader is black in this chapter, she is. So, no hate or racism in my comments, ask box or messages your ass will get blocked, no questions asked. Now hope you all enjoy

Minors do not interact

Chapter 1: a new beginning

It's the middle of the day and I have been on my journey of self-discovery for almost a week and a half now. Wanting to figure out what I want to do with my life. It’s been hard but rewarding at the same time. I thought it would be better for me to leave my home due to the toxicity of my abusive alcoholic father. I couldn’t bare the pain of being hurt by him anymore but I also feel regret for leaving my mother and little sister with him. As I’m walking out of the woods I see a trail that leads to a temple of some kind in the distance. When I walk closer, I hear what is like a group of people making a sound in unison. I become curious and walk a little quicker. Once I reached the temple I saw a man standing in front of the compound, wearing a gray ninja suit with a mask on his face, all I could see was his eyes. As I walk a bit closer, he sees me and speaks

???: Hello, are you here to join the Shirai Ryu

Me: *confused* Shirai Ryu? Sorry, I don’t know what this is.

???: *gins through mask* It is quite all right.We are a clan of fighters, trained to help defend our people and our realm.

I nod my head in interest at what he said, wanting to join but am unsure whether or not I should do so, due to my appearance and hardly enough fighting skills.

???: so, are you interested in joining our clan?

Me: I am but…. *is unsure* Do you want me in your clan, I mean I’m kinda on the chubbier side of things and I don’t have much fighting skills. I only do it if I don’t have much of a choices.

???: nonsense the Shirai Ryu does not discriminate against anyone based on anything, and don't worry about your fighting skills we will help you learn more.

Me: *tankful* then I would love to, thank you for that

???: No problem, now I’ll tell the master of the clan and tell him that you would like to join.

Me: alright

I watch the man head into the temple feeling happy that I will finally have a purpose in life, instead of just searching endlessly for something that I didn’t even know what it was I wanted to do. As I wait a few more minutes I see a man walking towards me, he seems to be maybe a few years older than me, to which I think, “Could this be the master of the clan”?

Master: *stern* so you wish to join the clan?

Me: *is a bit intimidated* umm yes sir.

The Man looks at me up and down unimpressed. “I thought the guy that was out here earlier said that nobody will judge me in this clan, what the fuck”. He looks me in the eyes again and starts to speak.

Master: you look like you can hold your own, follow me, please.

I looked at him confused not expecting that compliment from him due to the way he looked at me but I followed him nonetheless. As we’re walking in the temple, it’s very nice and calming inside the gates some students are training outside whether it’s light excurses or fighting with a dummy or a partner. We head inside the temple and walk into I presume a training room area in the center of the compound. we walked to the middle of the room and stood on a fighting mat. I look around and see theirs more students watching us outside of the fighting mat.

Master: if you want to join this clan you must fight me. To see if you're good enough. No weapons, no powers. Just raw strength.

I stand in front of him shocked and in terror wondering how am i going to pull this off but still stand my ground not wanting to waste my opportunity to be in the clan.

Me: *nervous* are you sure

Master: *smirks* Yes,I am *gets in fighting position*

Me: Ok *also gets into position*

He waited for me to make the first move, I didn’t want to but I didn’t have much of a choice.so, I threw a punch as hard as I could, to which of course he doges it. He counters it with a kick to my stomach. It hurt like hell but I keep fighting through the pain. He then grabs me by the collar of my shirt and slams me to the wall.

Master: Not bad. But you're still not strong enough.

He lets me go and takes a few steps back, I get off the wall wincing in pain but continue the fight. He waited for me to make the first move again, To which I got a bit fed up. So I kick the man in the leg and follow that with a punch to his face. He falls to the ground, hurt by my attack, he gets back up into his fighting position.

Master: Not bad. But you still have much to learn.

This time I wait for him to make a strike against me. He charged at me trying to grapple me to the ground but I dodged it just in time and ended up kicking him to the ground instead. To which he got back up and tried to sweep my legs. I jump over it and back away from him. He runs after me again trying to punch me but I grab his fist and punch him instead. The master grunts in pain but quickly recovers and tries to put me up by grabbing onto my arm but I used my weight to my advances so he hopefully wouldn’t be able to pick me up and puts me over his shoulder. The master struggles trying to lift me up, which is the only time I thank the gods for the weight that I am. He then tries to think of another strategy. This gives me the advantage to knee him in the stomach and kick him in the face. Thankfully with that final blow, it ended the fight. The Master clearly hurt tries to get up but is unable to and falls back down due to pain. trying to catch his breath he said.

Master: Not bad….. You have potential.

I thank him but am trying to catch my own breath, proud of myself for beating him, and can finally join the clan. The Master sits up from the ground and tells me to sit and take a break which I do. He looks at me, breathing heavily.

Master: You have talent but you have much more to learn. Now are you ready to join the Shriai Ryu?

Me:*gins* Yes I am

Master: *smiles* good, now what is your name?

Me: My name is Tatiana but people call me Tati

Master: It nice to meet you Tati my name is Kuai Liang, but you may call me Scorpion. I will teach you everything there is to know about ninjutsu. *smiles*

Me: Thank you, Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang: You are welcome. Now let us begin training.

After everything, it has been several weeks, of working hard training in different fighting styles, and different weapons, and even enhancing my abilities. To find out I had powers of my own when I was younger things would happen but I always thought that it was coincidental or just my imagination playing tricks on me but to find out it wasn’t. I have Telekinetic powers to help me with life and battle. Kuai Liang even told me about the History of how the Shirai Ryu was formed and the clan's mission to protect Earthrealm. From what I found shocking, I feel sorry for Kuai Liang for breaking ties with his brother Bi Han but I don’t blame him for it either. I finished my daily training for the day and was told that Kuai Liang wanted to speak to me. So, I went to his office, knocking on his open door.

Me: you wanted to see me LIang

Kuai Liang: Yes. Have a seat.

Me: *sits down in front of him* is something wrong

Kuai Liang: I have a task for you Tati.

Me: What is it, Liang?

Kuai Liang: Some bandits have been causing trouble in the outskirts of the Shirai Ryu territory. I want you to track them down and take care of them.

Me: I will do everything that I can

Kuai Liang: I have faith in you Tati good luck.

He hands me a map of the location of the bandits marked on it. I thanked him and left out of the temple to look for the bandits. I make my way to where the location of them is on the map, as I get closer I hear shouting and laughter. I see a group of them gathered around a campfire, drinking and having a good time. I remanded hiding from them and listening in on their conversation.

Bandit #1: Man, this is the life! No one to tell us what to do. We can do whatever we want!

Bandit #2: Yeah, but we’re running out of food. We need to find a way to get more.

Bandit #3: I heard there’s a village nearby. We could hit it up and take whatever we want.

The men laugh and toast to their next plan. I looked at them in disgust, hating these types of people thinking that they can just do anything without there being consequences for their actions. The men are too busy celebrating to notice I’m here so, I thought why not freak them out a bit? I use my ninjutsu skills to silently move through the trees getting closer to their camp. I throw a kunai at one of the bandits, striking him in the shoulder. They all look around, startled, not knowing where I am. I throw a couple more hitting each bandit but not in a fatal area. They all seemed to panic and try to flee but I made sure they were not able to by incapacitating them with sudden strikes. The leader, I presume, gets up and tries to attack me but I overpowered him easily. I appear In front of all of them giving them a warning to leave and never come back or else. They shake their heads vigorously and scurry away tripping over themselves out of fear. I roll my eyes at The cowards and head back to the temple to let Kuai Liang know that the bandits have been taken care of.

*back at the temple*

Kuai Liang: Excellent work, Tatiana

Me: Thank you, Liang

Kuai Liang: You did well. I am proud of you. You have proven yourself to be a valuable member of the Shirai Ryu. *smiles*

Me: I’m honored. *bows*

Kuai Liang: Alright, this time I have a special assignment for you. I need you to go to the Wu Shi Academy and deliver a message to Master Bo Rai Cho. it is an urgent matter.

He hands me the scroll that has the message inside it. I take it carefully not wanting to drop it or break it open. I place it in my belt holster to make sure it stays firmly in place, so nothing will happen to it.

Me: Of course, I won't fail you.

He nods his head, letting me know that he believes in me, in not failing this task. I look down at the scroll to make sure everything is in order and make my way to the Wu Shi Academy. Once I made it to the entrance to the Academy I saw an elderly man sitting down outside and looked to be meditating. I didn’t want to disturb him but I knew this was an urgent matter so, I walked up to him closer.

Me: Excuse me, but are you Bo Rai Cho by any chance?

He opens his eyes and looks at me a bit confused yet cautious but nods his head regardless.

Bo Rai Cho: Yes I am. Who are you?

Me: My name is Tatiana, I was sent here by Master Kuai Liang from the Shirai Ryu to give you this urgent message.

I give him the scroll with the message inside. He takes it and reads carefully, understanding the urgency behind the message. He looked at me again and began to speak.

Bo Rai Cho: I see, Thank you for delivering this message. Please tell Kuai Liang that I will do everything in my power to help the Shirai Ryu.

Me: You're welcome and Thank you, I will let him know as soon as I get there.

As I leave the academy to make my way back to the Shirai Ryu to tell Master Liang I delivered the scroll, I feel a strange present behind me. Looked and saw a figure in the shadows, soon realizing that it was Sub-Zero, the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei clan. I immediately get into my fighting position even if I’m a bit nervous.

Me: What do you want?

He walks out of the shadows slowly and menacingly, watching me. Not taking his eyes off me for a single second.

Bi Han: I heard that you're the new member of my foolish brother’s clan. Am I correct?

Me: why do you care?

He walks closer to me, his breath frosting up in the air. I’m still standing in my fighting position, wondering “What the hell is this guy gonna do”?

Bi Han: I care because you are working with the enemy. The Lin Kuei have been enemies with them ever since my brother formed that clan.

Me: They’re the enemies *roll eyes* You’re the enemy. You're the one who betrayed your family and realm because you were selfish and just wanted more power.

I continued to stand my ground, pissed that he would even think that I would betray my clan just like that. If anyone was foolish it would be him. I guess I pulled a nerve cause he started throwing ice balls at me i blocked myself from them but the ice was getting to me, making me feel weak and tired. I use my telekinetic powers to stop the ice balls. He was shocked to see his ice balls just floating in thin air. He looks at me in surprise. It allowed me to throw the ice balls back at him and kick him in the face. He stumbles backwards, grunting in pain. He looks at me in anger.

Bi Han: You have some skills I’m impressed

He raises his hands creating an ice wall in front of us blocking my exit. I take out my sticks, which I am temporarily using for training purposes. I start attacking him with them, he dodges my hits and counters them with his hands. He uses his powers again to create an ice blade and tries to cut me. I block his attack and hit him in the knee with one of my sticks. He grunts and falls to the ground, Sub-Zero looks at me in hatred.

Bi Han: You’re good, but not good enough.

He attacks me again by creating a barrage of icicles with his powers and sending them flying towards me. I use my powers to stop them and have them fall to the ground all around me but making sure they don’t hurt me. Sub-Zero becomes more frustrated that I keep avoiding his attacks. He concentrates and creates a massive ice wall in front of me, it’s so thick that I can barely see through it. I hear him stepping back waiting to see if I can break through it. I take a few deep breaths, focusing on my senses, once I am ready, I created a sonic boom with my mind breaking the ice wall and knocking sub-zero backward due to the fore of it. He has a look on his face, of anger and respect.

Me: It’s over Sub-Zero. Just give up.

Bi Han: You are powerful. But I am not one to give up so easily.

He gets back up and readies himself into a fighting position. I become even more annoyed and get into my fighting position again. Sub-zero starts running toward me and attacks me with a fury of punches and kicks, he is fast and powerful but lucky I can keep up blocking each attack and even landing a few of my own on. He looks tired but keeps fighting me with all his might. I seep his feet which caught him off guard and falls. He tries to get back up but I pin him to the ground, he tries to break free but I punch him in the face knocking him out. “Finally this fight is over”. I breathe heavily trying to catch my breath, thanking the gods that it’s finally over. I looked around the wood trail and realized that I just fought Sub-zero and not only that I’ve won.

Me: *whispers* Holy Shit. I just fought Sub-Zero. And won, I need to tell Master Kuai Liang.

I start climbing up the trees to make my way to the temple only to stop in my tracks to see Lin Kuei soldiers walking around the woods monitoring the area, most likely waiting for Sub-zero’s report. I make sure that they don’t see me, still moving from tree to tree. Escaping the scene, making my way back to the Shirai Ryu. I made it outside of the gate of the temple. I stop to catch my breath for a moment and look at the temple.

Me: I made it, now I must find Master Kuai Liang and tell him what happened after giving the scroll to Bo Rai Cho.

I make my way inside the temple looking for Kuai Liang eagerly wanting to tell him what happened. As I searched, I found him sitting in his throne room looking out at the courtyard. I walked up to him but calmed myself before speaking.

Me: master I have returned, You will never guess what happened, on my way back home.

He smiles when he sees me, but Immediately stands up and walks toward me, curious about what I have to say.

Kuai Liang: What happened?

Me: After giving the message to Bo Rai Cho, Sub-zero appeared behind me on my way back home.

Kuai Liang: *surprised* You’ve encountered Sub-Zero

Me: Yes Master.

Kuai Liang: What happened?

I told him everything from Bi Han appearing in the shadows to me beating him and escaping the woods with his soldiers waiting for their next order from him. Kuai Liang looked at me proudly, impressed.

Kuai Liang: So you defeated Sub-Zero. That is quite a feat. I am so Proud of you. You have done well. Your skills and dedication have not gone unnoticed.

Me: Thank you, Master.

Kuai Liang: come I have something to show you.

I follow him through the temple to a small room. There I see a pedestal in the center of the room and on top of it, two swards are there, one sword has a long, curved blade and a handle that has a red cloth wrapped around it. The blade is made from this mysterious, shimmering black material. The second blade is made from pure silver, it has an intricate design etched onto the blade. The hilt is wrapped in black leather and has a red dragon carved on it.

Kuai Liang: these swords used to belong to my father the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei but due to the circumcisions between me and my brother they stay here at the Shirai Ryu.

Me: they're beautiful.

Kuai Liang: Yes they are. But now I would like for you to have them. Take them you have earned it.

Me: Really? *shocked* Thank you Master

Kuai Liang: You are welcome. My student. But remember these swords are not just weapons they are a symbol of the responsibilities you have to protect this clan and our values. I have faith in you and I know you will make us proud.

He hands me both swords and puts his hand on my shoulder, reassuring me.

Me: I’ll do everything that I can.

Kuai Liang: *smiles and nods his head* I know you will. Now go. Train hard. You have a long journey ahead of you.

I bow to him and start making my way to the training room, as I leave I hear Kuai Liang calling out to me.

Kuai Liang: remember my student, The path of a warrior is not easy, but it is worth the journey. You have the strength and determination to succeed.

Me: I won’t forget.

I enter the training room and start training for a few hours before heading to my room as I finish up, a thought comes to me. “ Whatever happened to that guy that I met that, that was in front of the temple gates when I first arrived here”?

[haybels]

a note

I was eight. I have friends over- those friends you have because your parents are friends. We’re playing with our little sisters, and they want to dress us up. I get put in a tutu, and take it off as soon as possible. My heart is pounding- not out of embarrassment, but because I wish I could wear things like this more often.

I was twelve, laying in bed way after my bedtime. I had my iPod touch, the one I got the day I went to the Odyssey of the Mind competition in Iowa. My body was starting to change, and I was starting to lose sight of myself. In passing on the internet, I hear about a way I can make myself more comfortable. I throw myself into it- read about everything relating to it. Knowing it exists helps me. I find resources, learn the lingo, and cry as I realize how much I want it, but how much it seems out of reach. I Google if I can get hormones and surgeries without my parents permission.

I was fourteen. We were in the car, the whole family, shopping for new furniture for the living room. I was tuning everything out- a girl, my age, had jumped off an overpass on a freeway. Her parents found out she was transgender and kicked her out of the house. She took her own life. I see posts talking about her, showing awareness to the plight of people like her. I share the posts, wishing I could have the support I see her having. Her name was Leelah Alcorn. I still think about her every night before I fall asleep.

I was sixteen. I’m not a particularly good athlete, though I still go out for sports whenever possible. I get told I’m not a real man, and that feels good.

I was eighteen. I want to watch the Super Bowl, so I find some friends going to a fraternity house to watch the game. I make an impression, and I get an invitation to join. I lay in bed, night after night, thinking about what it would mean to join. I swallow my feelings, try to accept what I always will be, and sign the bid.

I was nineteen. I sit next to some people I met in class- I had sat next to them last year but never managed to talk to them. This year, they find me. We bond over being in the same major and how much we hate the required class we’re in. I tell them the secret, the one that I told myself I’d never let slip, and they become the only ones I can trust.

I was twenty. I stay inside- I can barely bring myself to leave my room. How can I face myself these days? I let myself grow unkempt. Long hair to represent what I want for myself, and unkempt facial hair to show what everyone else sees me as.

I was twenty two. I return home after graduation. All my friends are off to bigger and better things, but I don’t. It’s hard to care for your future when you haven’t felt anything in years, when you feel like there’s nothing to look forward to. I still haven’t found a job, and the failure is getting to me. If I’m not the smart one, the one who has it all together, then what’s the point. It’s clear I’ve been left behind. I sit in the garage, a rusty fishing knife pressed to my wrists, and think about finally doing it.

I was twenty three. I swallow my pride and decide I need it, that life isn’t worth living anymore if I have to tiptoe around everyone else’s feelings. I call a clinic and schedule an appointment. I get my prescription and decide this is the time I need to come clean. I’m told I don’t know what I’m talking about, that I haven’t thought this through, that I need therapy before I can make this decision. I start my treatment and lie, saying I had taken their advice and waited. Lying has become as easy as breathing, my tells becoming suppressed. What’s lying about one little thing when I’ve been hiding the truth for my whole life?

I’m twenty four. I’ve struggled for so many years. Tomorrow is when I’m reborn, but I’ve known for so many years. I’m proud of myself, but also mad that I’ve caved to others for so long and delayed what I’ve wanted my whole life. But it’s over. I’m going to be free.

I’m finally going to be happy.