#when i saw my mother over the holidays she told me she was prepared

[systemadministratorclu]

Y'all, I just HAD to share this, because holy shit.

A little background first:

I run the drive-thru cash register window at a fast food joint. One of the shittiest jobs there is because some of the rudest/stupidest people on the planet come through the drive-thru, and one must have near superhuman patience to deal with it. That said, there are customers who come regularly and are not hard to deal with at all. And then there are some-very few and far between-that restore your faith in humanity a little every time they come.

This is about one such customer.

This guy comes every day at about the same time with his grandson (6 years old when this started, recently turned 7) and gets the exact same thing every time. To the point where now either I see their car or I hear the guy say his name (whichever happens first) and I'm already ringing them up. Because of this, the kid now thinks I have weirdly specific psychic powers, and has said he prefers coming to the place when I'm there. He's also decided I'm the best employee this place has. The granddad talks to me like I'm a human, they're always smiling and happy to see me (which means a lot in this line of work, let me tell you) and even on my shittiest days, they've managed to make me smile. I genuinely look forward to seeing these people every day.

Recently, grandson was hella excited to tell me he had a birthday coming up. Reminded me every day "my birthday's coming!" as most 6yo kids do.

Maybe I was feeling a little holiday spirit or something, but one day after work, I went to the Dollar Tree near the restaurant. I picked out a kid's birthday card and a Christmas card. I wrote a message in the Christmas one about what I just explained above, thanking them for bringing some joy to my days, because y'know what? People need to hear that shit. Especially in today's world. And I wanted them to know how much this meant to me. I wrote a little joke in the birthday card about not forgetting the day. Then I looked in my wallet, saw I had a $10 and a $1, and stuck the $10 in the birthday card. Addressed the birthday card to the kid and the Christmas one to kid and grandpa. I give the cards to them on their normal drive-thru visit. They are of course surprised (kid starts yelling "thank you" even though he hasn't gotten to open it yet) but thankful. Then the line moves on.

Fast forward to today.

I see the car come in but I don't start ringing the order up, because it's WAY early for them. I give my usual greeting, then I hear a woman's voice, so I think it's someone in the same kind of car. But when she asks "is this Hal?" I then realize it's the kid's mother, whom he has told all about me and who has come through with him before.

I say yes, and she tells me she's not here to order anything, just to see me, since kid and granddad are sick. I tell her to come on to the window, she does, and hands me a card and a nicely wrapped gift. I asked her to tell them hi for me, she said she would and then the line moved.

I got off on lunch break and opened card and gift.

I was not prepared. At all.

This is the gift...

...the card (no writing on the front).....

.....and the typed note inside the card that actually brought tears to my eyes.

......I'm still not over this. I will be thinking about how this went on for OVER HALF A FUCKING YEAR and I had no idea.

This is the kind of stuff that makes this shitty job worth it. People like this....We need more of in this world. I'm going to hold onto that note so when I feel like shit or I don't matter, I can look at it and know there's a kid out there who I am so important to that he got his dad to write a whole-ass letter, to some random stranger he only knows through his son, inviting me to their fucking house. I'm tearing up again as I write this, just thinking about it.

If that doesn't say "you matter", idk what does.

(And yes, I will go at some point, because how can I not? I'm not gonna dash this kid's hopes and make myself look like an enormous asshole. This is the RL version of being handed a toy phone and told it's ringing)

[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

hey! if you're taking requests, i'd like to make one:

with the latest natasha you've written (nerdy!amab!nat) wearing a compression shirt and grey sweatpants 😩😭🥵 and reader obviously can't do anything else but give her head

In a trance

Warnings: oral (n receiving) sub! Natasha, fluff, deepthroating, That's it I think

Pairings: Intersex Beefy Natasha Romanoff (she has a dick) x fem reader.

An: Thank you for the request, please keep them coming innn

Word count: 1.7k

You were making your way to your girlfriend's house. She wanted to watch some movies with you and maybe take you to an ice skating rink. The frigid air nipped at your nose and cheeks. Despite the cold, you felt a warmth in my heart knowing that I would soon be spending some quality time with her. The snowflakes gently fell from the sky, adding to the atmosphere of the holiday season.

You knocked on her door a few times when you arrived at her doorstep, waiting a couple of minutes for her to answer the door. "Hi, Y/n! sorry it took me so long to get the door, Yelena was being annoying as usual and was blocking my way." She told you before bringing you into a hug. Your head buried in her chest.

"It's okay Nat, as long as I get to see you I'm fine." You tell her with a smile on your face, her face lighting up as you say that.

As you and Natasha talk, you catch a good glimpse of her outfit. Her glasses have fogged up slightly, She's dressed in a sleek Nike compression shirt, which highlights her toned muscles and defined abs. The black sleeves of the shirt hug her biceps snugly, accentuating her strength. It still shocks you that she has such a muscular build, she doesn't look like the type of person to work out.

Her sweatpants are loose, but you can still see the prominent bulge in her pants. She's totally oblivious to the fact that her outfit is so revealing.

"Is everything okay y/n? Are you gonna come in?" She asks you, her cheeks starting to become red from the chilling air.

"Mhm - I was just thinking about something sorry." You tell Natasha and walk into her house. As you enter, you notice that it is already adorned with festive decorations, indicative of the upcoming holiday. Upon glancing over to the side, you see Melina diligently preparing a meal in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Alexi sits comfortably at the island counter, engaged in conversation with her with a bottle of beer In his hand.

His head turning around when he heard the front door close.

"Oh hi Y/n. How are you?" He asks, a smile igniting his face as he talks to you.

"Y/n's here? Why didn't you tell me, Natalia? I would've already had dinner done. Hi, y/n!" Melina tells Natasha. She rolls her eyes a bit and waits for you to finish your conversation with her parents. Her arms snake up around your waist and hug it as she places her head in the crook of your neck.

"Natalia, don't roll your eyes at your mother. I saw that." Alexi told Natasha before looking back at you.

"Hi Alexi, Hi Melina, I'm fine just a little cold." You tell him, bringing your hands up to Natasha's arms and holding them in place.

"Well, it should warm up in a few minutes, Melina is cooking dinner if you wanna stay for that." He asks you before getting up to throw away the empty beer bottle in the trash can.

"Sure, thank you for letting me stay for dinner, Alexi." You tell him and he replies with a simple nod, turning his head back to talk with Melina.

"Can we go into my room nowww," Natasha whines in your ear, unwrapping her hand from your waist and turning you around so she could look at your face.

"Please?" You ask her, and Natasha immediately picks you up and brings you to her room, laughs come out of both of your mouths as she runs with you in her arms.

When she gets into her room she puts you down on the bed cautiously, and plops on the bed herself, rolling over to her side to look at you.

"You look so pretty right now y/n," Natasha tells you before sitting upright on the bed. You smile at her and give her a quick kiss. Blush making its way across Natasha's face.

"But you look so sexy in the outfit Nat, you should wear it more." You tell her before sitting on her lap and resting your head on her shoulder.

She lets out a small groan and grabs the Tv remote, trying hard to ignore how your little shifts on her lap caused her to get hard.

"What do you wanna watch?" She asked you, turning on the tv and scrolling through all of the channels she had on the device.

"Ummm, can we watch y/f/m?" You tell her and turn your head back a bit to see her face, shifting your lower body in the process. Natasha's breath became uneven and shaky as you moved your hips. Her head moves up and down avoiding contact with your eyes.

A smirk came upon your face as you felt something poke your back. You sat back in your original position and rested your head on her shoulder once more.

As the movie progressed, Natasha grew increasingly restless in her seat, letting out the occasional audible groans. She became more touchy at the moment too, her veiny hands inching higher and higher up to your breasts.

"What's wrong Natasha? You feeling okay." You ask her, trying to act oblivious to the fact that she had a raging hard-on right now.

"Yeah - I feel fine, thanks for asking y/n/n." Her words came out shaky as she spoke to you thrusting her hips slightly into your body.

"Are you sure you okay baby? Your face is turning all red." You tell her, turning your whole body around to face her, making sure your lower body grinds over her cock.

She lets out a low moan and her hands grab her bed sheets, squeezing the tightly as you move your body.

"Y-yes y/n. I promise you I feel fine." Her face starting become a deeper shade of red, embarrassment washing over her.

You slide your body down her legs a couple of inches and look down at her crotch. A tent appeared in her sweatpants, your hand coming up to meet her cock, slowly grabbing it and moving your hand.

Natasha let out a loud moan, your hand shot up to cover her mouth as she threw her head back against the pillows.

"What happened Nat? Though you said you were fine." You tell her before moving your hand away from her clothed cock. A muffled whine left her mouth when she felt the pleasure go away.

"You gotta be quiet Tasha, okay? Don't want your parents to hear you. You tell her before letting your hand that covered her mouth go. Moving both of your hands around her waistband, slowly pulling down her sweatpants.

"Please y/n, it's starting to hurt." Her hips move every time you touch her.

"I got you okay? Just gotta be quiet for me that's it."

She nodded her head and looked down to see what you were doing. Your hands were coming back up to the waistband of her Calvin Klein boxers, slowly pulling them down. Her cock sprang out and hit her shirt, covering it with her pre-cum.

You immediately go down on Natasha, kitten licking her tip for a few minutes, before taking her fully. She was so big and girthy, it was always hard to take her cock fully, but you were always determined to.

"Oh god y/n, y-your mouth feels so good." She moans out to you, her hands making their way up to your hair only to rest them. She was still too shy to push your head down to the base of her cock because she didn't want to hurt you.

Your head bobs up and down on her cock. You feel the throbbing veins in her cock as it hits the back of your throat. You look up at her with hollowed cheeks seeing her face contort in pleasure. Her moans got louder and louder the more you took her. Your hands come up to her thighs, stabilizing them as you sucked her off.

Natasha's hand shoots up to her mouth as groans leave her mouth, her eyes start to close and her hips buck up even with your hands holding them down, she still manages to move them. Her cock goes further into your throat your hands grip tighter around her thighs as you continue to take her. She watches you with hazy eyes, lips sealed around her, and takes her to the base.

The grip she had on your hair got tighter. Her breathing got faster as she trusted herself with you. Your eyes become glassy at her movements. One of your hands moving

"Fuck y/n i-"

With an attempt at a warning, Natasha cums into your mouth. Hot spurts of her cum fill your mouth, some spilling out on the side of your lips. You pull your head away from her cock as you swallow her cum, seeing that it's semi-hard.

"Thank you y/n. felt so good." She tells you before pulling her boxers and sweatpants back up. Her cheeks still being flushed with red from the humid air in her room.

"You're welcome, Nat. Anything for you baby, let's just hope your parents didn't hear you.

"Was I that loud?"

"Yes, you were that loud. But it was cute, I like it when you're that loud for me." You tell her with a smile on your face as you moved to sit next to her.

She let out a sigh before looking over at you and smiling, giving you a small peck on the lips. Natasha scoots closer to you and places one of her hands on your thigh.

"Wait, what about you? Can I repay the favor?" She asks you, a concerned look coming over her face.

"It's fine my love, plus I don't think your parents would be happy hearing us fuck right now." You say as you look up at her face.

She lets out a small laugh and brings you closer to her body.

"I'm just saying, Natasha! I think they already heard you."

"Well, we can't go back and change that, guess we are stuck up here for the whole night."

"I'm not mad about that." You tell her, burying your head into her shoulder as you focus back on the movie that was left running.

"Me either." She whispers into your ear while smiling and looking back up at the screen.

[annaphoenix1994]

Dutton Christmas - 1

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Kiera awoke with eager intent, the glow from the Christmas tree she and Simon put up in her living room a couple of days prior to the holiday. It was a small tree as the holiday will be spent in the main lodge with her parents and the rest of her family as it was a tradition.

She was excited for Simon to experience his first true Christmas with her, knowing that he had never celebrated it since he was a child. His past was very vague to her, leaving wonder to fill in the gaps as to what happened. By what she gathered, Simon had an abusive father, and his mother and brother passed away, leaving him with no family aside from her and Task Force 141.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, she snuck out of the bed and took her phone with her, leaning over to announce her dismissal from Simon's stubborn slumber. "I'll be right back, babe, I have to go to the bathroom."

He kept his eyes closed as he mumbled, "Okay, love. I'll be here."

She giggled, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek as she stood to her feet with more "pep in her step" as she began to feel better with each passing day, her motor functions improving with Simon's encouragement of walking a few extra steps a day and keeping a regular routine of taking her prescribed medication and keeping the area around her skin grafts clean, with Simon's help of course as they had to be rinsed with warm water.

Instead of going to the bathroom, she walked through the house and out onto the patio, facing the piercing cold wind as the Wyoming morning was brutal in the winter, even the fall. Opening the text messages of her phone, she saw the text message she had been waiting for.

She had spent too much time outside, taking a much-needed drag from her vape that Simon kept from her, unaware that he had been standing in the doorway of the patio observing her action. Who is she talking to? Is it someone else?

He frowned at the thought, wondering who else it could be that caused her to smile like she would when they were together. With a ping of anger and jealousy swarming his chest, he returned to the bedroom as if he saw nothing. He looked up at the ceiling, mentally preparing himself for the heartbreak that was soon to follow at the news of someone else making her happy other than himself.

She returned to the bedroom, frowning as his posture told her that he had caught her. "Thought you went to the bathroom." He accused.

"I did," She replied. "I just had to make a call-"

"To who?"

She huffed, knowing he had been watching her, being observant of her surroundings herself, she changed the contact name and contact photo before returning to the house for when she would prove herself to his assumptions.

She felt him tense as she sat on the bed, not daring to reach for his hand as she knew he'd jerk it away as his stare was prominent and angry as he didn't break his gaze from the ceiling. "Do you really want to know?"

He sighed heavily, anger causing his breathing to sound jagged as he exhaled from his lungs. Can't even get excited for a holiday because I'm being cheated on, he thought. "Yeah, I do."

"I'm surprising my dad. I've been talking to my uncle to come to visit us from New York for Christmas. He hasn't seen him in years," She explained. "I'm picking him up from the airport at eleven."

He didn't believe her.

"Okay."

"Simon," She sighed, his name rolling from her tongue so naturally. "Why're you so upset about it?"

"Why would you have to sneak around me to text your "uncle?" He accused, side-eyeing her as he said it.

She rolled her eyes, opening her phone to her text messages and setting her phone on his chest, "Read for yourself."

He sighed, taking the phone and holding it in front of his face, reading the brief texting conversation between the two. Maybe she's not lying, he thought, but with many years of understanding betrayal, he couldn't be so sure without further questioning. "Okay."

"Simon," She sighed. "Look at me."

He didn't want to, but he did anyway.

"I know you're thinking the worst."

"I'm not."

"Bullshit," She scoffed. "Go through it. Go through all of my messages if you don't believe me."

"I believe you."

"Your eyes don't say so."

"Don't know what you're talking about." He grumbled.

He glanced at her as he heard her giggle. What's so fucking funny?

"Are you coming with me to the airport or not?"

"Wouldn't want to interrupt your time with your uncle," He huffed, rolling his eyes subtly. "Even though you shouldn't be driving."

"Oh, I wouldn't miss this for the fucking world," She scoffed, getting up from the bed and walking around to the wardrobe. "I'll even dress like a hermit since you think I'm cheating on you."

"Might as well dress nice." He scoffed.

"Stop it. I'm not sneaking behind you to talk to someone else-"

"Then why are you sneaking in the first place?"

"Maybe because it's Christmas and I don't want you to see the gifts I got you?" She scoffed.

Gifts?

"You haven't gone anywhere that I haven't been with you unless you've been sneaking out at night."

"Online ordering, babe," She shook her head, slipping on one of his jackets that she "borrowed" from him.

He loved seeing her wear his shirts and jackets - knowing that a part of him could be on her at all times. "They ship to the lodge, and I go and get them."

"If you say so."

She knew he was pouting and found amusement in it. "Are you going with me or not?"

"I'll be here when you get back. Just let me know if I need to sleep in the other room." He grumbled.

She scoffed, spitting out the last of her mouthwash after combing out the tangles in her post-sleep hair as she walked back into the bedroom, smirking as she straddled him as he lay on his back, his hands immediately going to rest on her knees, finding it so fucking hard to not imagine her baring herself on top of him. Fuckin' hell, he breathed to himself, desperately fighting the temptation of wanting to fuck her blind for cheating on him, wanting to reclaim his territory.

If he only knew...

She placed her palms against his clothed chest, feeling his heavy heartbeat, knowing he was fighting his own temptation.

She was, too.

Especially the subtle growth of his erection desperate to press into her thigh.

"I'll be back," She whispered, leaning down to press her lips to his chin. "You sure you don't want to go with me? My uncle is a hoot."

"I'll meet him when he gets here," He grumbled, his fingers flexing against the leggings that hugged her legs, contemplating on if he wanted to slide them off or cut them off, the heat from her core radiating onto him.

He knew she was wet.

"Suit yourself," She smirked. "I'll be back. I love you."

He didn't want to say it back due to his own assumption of her cheating, but he knew that possibly it was a lie.

"I love you too."

She smiled, rewarding him with a kiss before forcing herself off of him. "How do I look?" She asked, taking advantage of how she had him right where she wanted him.

You'd look better on top of me, he thought, adjusting the comforter over his hips to hide his erection. "Delightful for another man to gawk at." He grumbled.

"Mhm. Thought so," She rolled her eyes playfully, reaching for her purse and twirling her truck keys around her finger. "You sure you don't want to come? I'll save you a seat."

Oh, I want to come alright, he thought to himself, taking the opportunity to glance at her rear when she turned towards the door, pushing the suggestive thoughts from his mind as the thought of another man touching her killed his mood. Why is she so fucking passionate about it?

"I'll be here when you get back." He grumbled, watching her nod with a sly smirk on her face.

"Alright. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"You need a condom?" He scoffed.

"Not like you have any," She replied, arching her brow. "I won't need them."

He breathed heavily at her words.

She smiled, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as he watched her exit the room and walk into the kitchen, pouring coffee into her tumbler and pouring creamer into the mix. He scoffed as he watched her, adjusting his erection behind his sweatpants, imagining himself pounding into her as she was bent over the counter. She better be fucking with me, he thought.

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On her way to the airport in Cody, she took the opportunity to blast her favorite music through her speakers, inhaling on the vape pen she stored in her console that she had hidden from Simon's line of sight, knowing he'd take it from her as he hated to see her smoke, but the temptation was too strong to not embrace her favorite flavor as the familiar "nicotine high" gave her a familiar, yet welcoming headache.

She had spent not only a lot of money for this to work, but a lot of time ensuring that things fell into place as it was a long distance for the opposite party as well as travel time.

She walked into the airport, sipping from her tumbler of coffee as she waited in the terminal, eager to meet a couple of familiar faces.

She tapped her foot impatiently as she looked at her phone, reading that the time was almost a quarter past eleven. She then began to wonder what Simon was doing - if he was searching for any clues of her suspicious activity or taking care of his pent-up sexual energy while he had the opportunity.

She smirked at the thought, putting her phone away as a familiar voice caught her attention.

She rose to her feet, smiling at him as the group followed him to meet her, embracing him in her arms in a welcoming hug. "It's so nice to see you!" She smiled into his shoulder.

"I can say the same. You're healing nice. Where's Simon?" He asked.

"Home. Mad as a damn wet hen." She smirked.

He nodded, "I understand."

"Let's go cheer him up, shall we?"

"That we shall. That grumpy bloke." He chuckled.

"Did you get your rental? I don't have enough room for all of you in my truck." She asked, opening the Enterprise app on her phone to check the status.

"That's next on my list," He chuckled, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. "I'm eager to meet him."

"He's different. He seems more at home."

"Good."

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The ride back to the ranch was full of familiar conversation as well as needed laughs.

The family was back together. With her truck packed full of luggage and one other person, the rest followed her in a rented Suburban as they convoyed up the long gravel driveway, the guest in awe as he looked out the window. New land, he thought. I like it.

"Look at him, he's mad as fuck." He chuckled, pointing through the tinted window at Simon who had subtly peeked through the blinds at the sound of her truck approaching the house.

"I know," She giggled. "He thought I was cheating."

"He should know better than that."

"That's what I've been thinking, but I know he assumes the worst. I would, too," She explained, putting the truck in park before exiting first, ignoring the pain in her back due to intense soreness. I need a fucking drink after this, she thought. "Wait here. I'll go see how mad he is."

He nodded, sitting back in the seat as he watched her go to the front door, unlocking it to see Simon leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee steaming next to him. "You still mad?"

"Mad enough that you'd bring another man here just to rub my nose in it - you have some nerve, love." He scoffed.

Her cheeks turned red as she found it hard to contain her excitement.

Simon saw every bit of it.

"Oh, I sure did. My handiwork, if I may add."

He furrowed his brows, "What handiwork?" He scoffed.

"Of bringing another man around here with you here." She continued along with his assumed story. "A few men, actually." 

"Yeah, to watch me beat them," He rolled his eyes. "A lot of nerve."

"A lot of nerve to beat your own brothers in arms?" She hinted, arching her brow, smiling at the gleam of excitement in his eyes. Don't you be fucking with me about that, he thought.

He paused, not knowing what to say as he watched her reach for his hand. He took it, letting her lead him toward the front door.

She opened it, nodding towards the truck as the passenger door opened, a familiar hairstyle catching Simon's eye as his feet touched the gravel and the rest of the entourage exited from the Suburban parked next to the truck.

The 141 was back together.

"Can't believe it, man. She saved you a seat and you didn't take it!" Soap poked, opening his arms as he went to retrieve his luggage from the backseat of the truck.

Simon gently squeezed her upper arm, turning her to face him, her healing face smiling back up at him. "You did this? For me?"

"I sure did," She smiled. "We've been talking about this since we got back home. I had Price call me so I can talk to him about it, and he pretended to be my uncle over text so that you wouldn't catch on." She giggled.

A smile tugged at his lips, his arm coming around her shoulders to pull her close to his chest, placing a kiss on her neck as he whispered into her ear, "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too," She whispered back, wrapping her arms around his waist, her fingertips pressing into the muscle of his back softly. "Merry Christmas, baby."

[cybercl0ne]

A Merry Christmas... // Holiday's with Shigaraki x f!reader // 18+

Summary: Its Christmas and you want to invite Shigaraki's family over for Christmas. (This is an AU where Shigaraki is not a villain, and his dad isn't AS abusive, just really angry all the time for no reason.)

Tw: 18+, fluff, Oral, minor sub Shigaraki, squirting

A/N at the bottom!!!

"Honey, can you take out the roast?" You call to your boyfriend who was sitting on the couch grunting at Call of Duty. He perks up after a few seconds of losing and makes his way to you, reaching inside the oven to grab the delicious meal you've prepared yet again this year.

"All this food for just us two?" Shigaraki questions, snaking behind you to slide his hands around your waist, nuzzling into your neck. You smirked as you remembered how you secretly invited his family over for the festive holiday. You couldn't wait to see his face when he saw them. He had never really told you much about his family, only ever bragging about his big sister who was abroad.

"Actually...I invited people over this year." You bounced as you turned to face him. His face shifted from playful to curious. He didn't know you to keep a social circle.

"Your parents?"

"Not even close." You snorted.

"Your friends?"

"Nope." You spun around him, finding excitement in keeping him guessing. He lowly grunted, running out of small guesses. "Can I get a hint?" he spoke, tracing behind you as you smiled, focusing on not burning the food. "Tomura I'm not talking; you'll just have to wait." You expressed, turning to him and poking his cheeks as he cornered you into the counter. His face turned playful realizing the position he had you in. You felt his hands rub gently on your thighs, shifting your apron to the side.

"Not even a little bit? ~" Shigaraki questioned, staring deeply into your eyes, watching carefully as you tried to escape his grasp and gaze. "T-Tomura not now... T-they'll be here any minute!" You scold, pushing on his chest to lighten his grip. Tomura kissed up your neck, humming sensually as you tried to protest, Shigaraki knowing that you would love him to pound you into the kitchen counters and then clean up like you didn't fuck before your guest arrived. "Then I guess they'll come in and see how much of an indecent slut you are..." he chuckled, wrapping your legs around him as he shifts his hips against your clothed cunt. "Just tell me who's coming baby~ Tell me who's coming, and we can act decent." Shigaraki claimed, moving quickly to your lips as he felt a protest coming from you. You squinted your eyes. Your pussy started to ache as his tent in his pants started to just barely rub against your clit.

"I-I invited your parents!" You exclaimed, breathing heavily as you watched Shigaraki. "My parents? As in Shimura?" Shigaraki's face stood. It was a look you couldn't quite define, only seeing how Tomura was slightly grim. "I-is that ok? I know I didn't ask you, but I thought that since you don't really talk about them, you'd wanna see them this year! If it helps, I invited your sister!" Shigaraki smiles softly at your attempt to comfort him. "It's all good sweetie, it's just...I don't really talk to my parents is all. Is that what your little secret was?" He tickles, kissing your face as you laugh. You bring him into an embrace. "If it's too much we can always cancel." You say, looking up at him. He holds your head, patting it softly. "No, let them come, it'd be nice to see them." He says as the doorbell rings. You bounce as you realize it's them.

Shigaraki answers the door seeing his father. "About time, were you gonna have us freeze out there any longer, and I was gonna go home." His father grumbled. His mother, a gentler looking woman, went for a warm embrace, smiling softly as she kissed his cheek. "You've grown so tall Tenko." She calls out. "That's not his name anymore mom, remember?" His sister says, her hands on her hip as she smiles playfully, coming inside to greet us. "Hey little brother. Long time no see." she says, hugging him and shaking my hand. "Thanks for inviting us y/n, lord knows we could all be together." Shigaraki's mother says, hugging me. You felt warm inside, shaking everyone's hand. "Don't see the point in dragging us all the way here for some food." Tomura's dad grunts. His voice low as he complains. "Papa, it's Christmas." Tomura's sister adds, sitting with her father on the couch. "Just make yourselves at home, the food is almost ready." You say, smiling brightly. Shigaraki looked at you and beamed as you treated his family with hospitality.

"Mom, Dad... this is my girlfriend, y/n." He introduces. They nod, his mother smiling in contentment, and his father... well he'd come around to you. The cooking timer went off, cutting through the awkward silence and calling you to the food. "Please sit while I get the food." You said, reassuring the Shimura family as they all stood up to come help you. "Well, what a lady you've found. Lucky she's patient." His father grumbled. "Yeah dad...Thanks." Shigaraki sarcastically added onto his fathers 'enthusiasm.' With everyone at the dining table chatting you grabbed the side dishes, the mashed potatoes falling off the edge as you bumped your hip on the counter. Before the dish fell an arm grabbed this plate, saving the dish. You sighed in relief, looking up at the person who caught it for you. "patient but clumsy as all." Shigaraki's dad reasoned, grumbling as he took some plates off your hands.

"T-thanks." You expressed gratefully. His father grunted as he nodded watching your face and gently loosening up. "J-just be more careful." he grunted, storming off to the kitchen table where everyone else resided. "Eat up guys, I hope everything is good." You shyly added, watching everyone dig into your well put together dish. "Thanks for the meal y/n." Tomura's sister, Hana said. Everyone digs in fast chatting with everyone, and everything seems to be going as you planned.

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"Ahh~ I'm stuffed! Thanks y/n for the meal!" Hana says, leaning back on her chair as her mother nods in agreement. "What did you think dad?" Shigaraki turns and asks watching as his father's face contorts. He wanted to snicker at the facade his father so desperately wanted to put up. "It was...better than I expected it to be." He concludes, grabbing his coat as he piles to the front door. "Goodnight my son." He walks to the door, watching his wife and daughter laughing to the car. He faces back towards you and pauses before lifting his brow. "Pleased to meet you y/n." He says, you nod gleaming.

With everyone gone you and Tomura were left to clean and enjoy the rest of Christmas night together. "Here hon, let me wash the dishes..." Shigaraki offers, bumping your hip to move you aside. You scoff playfully, drying your hands. "Thank you, what a gentleman." You turn to him, seeing the stained smile on his face. "Your dad seems well off." Shigaraki turned to face you chuckling. "Yeah, he's a character that's for sure." He nods in agreement. You snake your arms under Tomura's shirt, resting your cold hands on his waist, feeling the beginning of his happy trail. He hisses as your cold hands make their way further down his pants. "w-wait-" Shigaraki stampers, hunching over the sink, his soapy hands unable to do anything. "You teased me earlier. You thought I'd forget?~" You giggle mischievously, unbuckling his belt. Shigaraki groans, his legs buckling under your semi cold hands traveling down his trail. Shigaraki winces, looking behind and staring into your eyes, his face burning up with passion.

“You’re such a tease…” Shigaraki groans out as you take his cock out, pumping it slowly in your fist as precum spills through your hands. You hum in satisfaction, watching as Shigaraki pulls you into his lips, rubbing against your clothed hip. “So aggressive tonight~” You add, hanging onto his shoulder as he drags you both to your shared bedroom to take you for himself. He ignores your banter and instead waste no time in going down on your delectable pussy. You grip his white, stubborn hair, digging your hands into his roots, exerting a deep groan from him, sending vigorous vibrations on your cunt. “Gonna cum baby? Already? I’m not even almost down with you yet…” Shigaraki finally voices, swooping from revenging your cunt to stroking his clearly hard cock on your stomach, flashing a sly grin to you as you marvel at the size. No matter how many times you and Tomura did this it never surprises you how big he really is.

He slides his cock inside gently at first, giving you time to adjust to his girth. He peppers your face in kisses, kissing away the stray tears that fall from your eyes as you wriggle your hips to affirm your muscles. After a few moments you get impatient, moaning loosely inside his mouth as he fucked his tongue in your mouth, looking in your eyes. “T-Tomura…” you begged, squelching your hips against him, a pool of your slick coating your ass and the sheets that follow it. “what? How can I know what you want if you won’t tell me honey?~” He slyly says, kissing your lips one last time before shifting his hips to slowly edge you, sending stars into your vision. You tussle your hips, whining as you look at how lewd your cunt was getting, imagining how destroyed you could be right now. “Shigaraki come on…fuck me already..”

Shigaraki hums in acceptance, rutting his hips, jamming his cock deep inside your womb. You instinctively arch your back at the sudden push of his dick. You moan, giving him the delightful screams and moans of his name coming out of your slutty mouth. “That’s right, say my name baby! Say it louder so I can fuck you harder!” He grabs your ass, flipping you over so you show your ass off high in front of him. A burning slap comes to your cheeks, making your tight pussy clench and throb around his malicious cock. “S-Shigaraki can’t hold it! Keep fucking me like that! God…yes!” You scream, feeling your stomach flip with each pound he sends through you. Shigaraki gruffly laughs, using his hand that was pre occupied with your ass to your poor clit, rubbing it like no tomorrow. You push your head into the pillows, your drool spilling onto it as you get fucked dumb. Shigaraki laughs, watching you crumble under his touch. Tomura spanks your ass again, getting you to clench around him and get him close. “Fuck baby… where do you want it? Ya want it inside this cunt or outside on that pretty face, or ass?” Shigaraki offered, seething through his teeth, watching your ass twitch, your legs wobble.

“W-want it on my ass, want your cum outside Shigaraki.” You lewdly yell out, cumming all over his cock, your eyes rolling back as your juices spray the sheets under you, you watch as Tomura’s thrust become erratic, spasming as he gets to close. Before he can finish he keeps his promise, fwiping his cock out of your squirting cunt and stroking it through its climax as he watches his hot sperm fly across your ass and back. The room, once filled with sex and moans, quieted down to mumbles and kisses. Before you can close your eyes to fall into a slumber of content Shigaraki flips you over, bending you over the bed and towering above you again.

“Don’t tell me you thought we were done, we just started.”

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A/N:) sorry this is so late from actually Christmas. Happy holidays anyway! <3

[mariaxxxxx]

Chapter 2: Love me, Love What i am

Summary: On summer holidays you find a mysterious shell among the waves. Then an unlikely friendship arises with a sea creature with wings on its ankles and ears pointed towards the sky.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

A/N: Reader is heavily implied to be Mexican but i tried to keep it as free to the imagination as possible

Work count: 1.879

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Some years later...

"So what do you think?" You asked as you spun around on your own axis.

"You look beautiful." Namor exclaimed.

"I'm glad you liked it." You said, sitting down next to her on the sand. “He was even more handsome at the prom. You know, with the hair done, the makeup impeccable and the very expensive shoes.”

A smile formed on those beautiful dark lips clearly amused by his youthful enthusiasm. You had finally graduated from high school with the right to prom, an escort and a beautiful expensive dress provided by your mother and stepfather. The year was crazy for You surrounded by college preparations, dances, extracurricular activities and teenage parties; You went through it all with flying colors and when it was all over the summer finally arrived, You decided to stay with your grandmother until the end of the summer like she was used to doing all these years.

The early days You always spent with your lovely grandmother; where she spoiled you with kisses and treats. Afterwards, you closed yourself in your little room on the beach in the company of your friend Namor. When You saw him, shining on the edge of the sea with his golden skin, you ran to him and wrapped him in a tight hug that was returned with sloppiness – Namor was never good at hugging. You and him caught up.

You prattled on about how exciting and stressful the year had been with all the preparations for college. He told him about the problems his father was causing by revealing he wouldn't pay for his college and how his stepfather was a hero when he offered to pay. When You told him about your date to a dance, a cute boy from your biology class who tried to kiss you after the first dance Namor rolled his eyes and muttered how disrespectful little surface boys were.

The conversation went on until You mentioned how You would like him to see you in the ball gown as green as the jades that adorned your nose and ears; So, he asked You to bring the dress the next day so he could see it and so You did. You changed behind the black rocks and did your best to make the dress accentuate your curves. His intense gaze on his body resulted in small waves of heat running through his veins to disguise it. You twirled in a childish attitude, causing laughter from that beautiful man.

“You look beautiful like this.”

“I bet there are girls in Atlantis prettier than me.” You exclaimed with a fake air of outrage. Namor found his words funny.

“My home is not called Atlantis.” He said with his eyes fixed on the horizon.

“You never told me the real name of your house.”

It was a painful truth; Namor never trusted You to tell you anything about him or where he came from. The years of friendship consisted of you telling him your daily nonsense and him teaching you how to swim. You, with your wit, tried to extract any information, but he never let anything slip.

“Stop this nonsense.” He turned his head and looked at You. “It’s for your safety.”

He always said that damn phrase like a damn broken record. Damn mysterious seaman, You thought.

“If I know too much will you kill me?” You asked with a playful tone, but his hard gaze made your joke seem dull.

“Yes, if You know too much I will have to kill You…” He stopped suddenly thinking about the words he would say next “… or take You with me forever. You would never see your family again.”

You felt nervousness begin to penetrate your senses. In all these years it was the first time he had said this to You. Namor had always been reserved about who he was and where he came from reluctantly You accepted the condition of not being too curious for the friendship to last, but now your head was spinning. filled with doubts and demanded an answer. Cum! That man knew absolutely everything about You; he knew your favorite foods and colors, how you were sad every time your father promised something and didn't deliver, how your stepfather became an exceptional person in your life, your ambitions and insecurities for the future, the little pet peeves between you and your mother caused by her teenage stubbornness. You always told him everything, it was only fair that he did the same.

"Is not fair." You whisper as you play with the hem of your sandy dress.

“Ah” He suddenly smiles, looking more sharp than friendly. “I never said it would be fair, girl.” He looks at You from his place on the sand, and suddenly You realize how one-sided this relationship has always been.

“You’re right, you never said.” You respond without looking at him. You look at the waves crashing against the rocks as if you've never been to the beach before. Even when You try to turn your attention elsewhere, You can still feel his gaze on You.

“I won’t be able to be by your side as much as I would like.” Namor’s voice is soft and you resist the urge to look at him. “I will be away for three days and when I return I will bring a gift for You, a symbol of our friendship.”

The word present makes a muscle in his forehead twitch. He had never given you gifts before until the damn shell he took from You and never gave it back.

"I thank." Finally You turn your gaze to him after inspecting each wave that hit the rocks. You discover that you were too close to him to the point that your knees were touching each other. You look into his eyes and find so much weight behind him that it takes a long moment to speak. "I need to go. It’s getting late and soon my grandmother will come looking for me.”

You pushed your body to get up, grabbed his backpack and tried to brush the sand off your dress.

If you weren't so upset you would have stayed a little longer to change – you hadn't gone out in that outfit, it would have been very difficult to explain to your grandmother why you had to leave the house so formally. You counted on your grandmother's biological clock, by this time she was already asleep, so it would be easy to enter the house in that outfit.

“See you in three days, girl.” He said watching You get up and walk away.

The way home was short, as expected You found the house dark with your old grandmother sleeping like a bear in her bed. You walked towards the bathroom and turned on the shower, removing your dress. You made a mental reminder to wash it before your grandmother saw it. You got into the shower and closed your eyes as you felt the hot water run down your body, washing away the traces of water and sand, relaxing your muscles. The water hit her hair, cleaning out the small sand molecules that had been trapped in her locks. He opened his eyes, seeing the water a little dirty, a yellowish-green mixture entering the drain. He made another mental note, clean the bathroom and remove any remaining sand and algae stuck in the drain.

Leaving the Box, you wrapped a dry towel around your body and another around your head, picked up your clothes from the floor and left the bathroom. He walked quickly to the bedroom, closed the door and threw the clothes in a corner. He walked towards the closet and grabbed some clothes to sleep in. You used the hairdryer to try and dry your hair, but it was too big and full to tame so easily.

You did the best you could with your hair, after drying it you tried to untangle it without much success, finally deciding to put it in a braid. You lay down on the bed enjoying the feeling of lightness; your muscles became even more relaxed.

You turned your body, lying on your side, and stared at the dresser. His thoughts wandered to Namor; You felt like you had been lost for a while now, ever since you allowed yourself to think of him differently. The anguish in his chest was too much to bear, adding to the empty space that the seaman filled with his brilliance. It wasn't feelings of friendship, it was love. You were well aware of your madness in harboring feelings for him, metaphorically he was a being opposite to your world, but You never had time to think about the complications, until now.

The only memorable thing in her life was Namor. You thought it was funny how you couldn't remember what day of the week it was, but you remembered every detail of beach dates over the years. You think how beautiful he is and how hard it was not to look; Dark eyes, full lips, black hair, clean shave, jade piercings in his ears and nose. You could tell the exact number of pearls that adorned his neck; You could tell how many crochet stitches it took to build those green shorts that really suited him, the color that You adopted as your favorite in honor of him.

That man seemed to be warm and sweet, but fierce and arrogant, very powerful and passionate, but a bit idiotic and ambitious. Everything about that man exuded power and attraction, it was as if he unconsciously attracted You. You tried to ignore the new feelings for this man claiming that You had nothing more than friendship, this often left you frustrated. The feeling only grew when you found him at the edge of the sea, shining in the golden light of the sunset.

His presence was a breath of fresh air and his mysterious personality filled her heart. The feelings soon intensified. You had no idea this was possible and eventually seeing him made your heart jump out of your chest. With the good feeling also came frustrations because he never shared anything. It broke your heart every time he refused to answer any question about himself or the place he came from, yet the trust you felt in Namor was strange, but you didn't question it, especially when you swam beside him among the reefs. .

There was a huge age difference between you. Namor was old, not as old as his parents, but still old and You were just a recent high school graduate waiting for her college letters. The years didn't seem to affect him, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by You; You dared to joke with him about it, saying that the lack of sun and salt from the sea preserved him like canned sardines and he just smiled at your nonsense.

You squeezed your eyes shut to push the thoughts out of your head, trying to convince yourself that the feeling was nothing more than a teenage crush; it was easier to convince yourself of that to avoid disappointment. The moment you allowed yourself to relax you fell into unconsciousness without even realizing it.

[sadnesslaughs]

Your mother promised her firstborn to a demon. Your father promised his to a fae. And while you still live with your parents, you have some very unusual aunts/uncles.

(A response to a writing prompt)

My friends always used to laugh when I told them I had the worst parents in the world. Like I was some angsty teen making the usual exaggerations a person around my age would make. I mean, sure. There are always worse parents, but mine would at least be in the top 10%. Maybe even the top 5% on an off day.

Who tries to sell their only son to not one but two supernatural entities? That had to go against some parental instinct, right? The worst part is, whenever I try to bring it up with them, they just go. ‘Oh, it worked out for the best, though.’ Like they shouldn’t be held accountable, just because things worked out. Sure, we were incredibly wealthy now, but that wealth should be mine, not theirs. Some days I just wanna-

“Aww, my sweet nephew’s first murder plot.” Uncle Firax grinned, the flash of his camera blinding me as he snapped a photo. The grinning red skinned demon getting oddly comfortable with the word nephew.

“UNCLE FIRAX, WE HAVE DOORS FOR A REASON.” I screamed, throwing my pillow in his general direction. He swiped it with his tail, letting the leathery appendage wrap around it, holding it close. “Wait, how did you know about that?”

“I can read minds. It’s a pretty common demon ability. It’s one of the many reasons why I’m better than that old aunt of yours. Did you know she wanted to cook you in a stew? How ghastly.” He said, always happy to spread a rumor or two, especially about his competition. He sat himself on the edge of my bed, handing the pillow back to me with his tail. “So, how would you kill them? Rusty knife? Pillow?”

A howl of wind rattled the windows, making Firax groan. Aunt Eria always made herself known with her entrances, storming up the stairs in a mighty huff. “And what dumb ideas are you polluting his head with now?” The short fae asked, crossing her arms over her chest. The silver locks of her hair glowing with a green aura of light, that being her nonsubtle way of telling someone she was prepared for a fight.

Firax’s eyes flashed red, extending the offer of a duel. “Ah, the short old lady herself. Haven’t you got a tree to kiss, or whatever it is you do?”

“Careful, keep that up and you’ll be dangling from a tree.”

“Oh? How so? Do you have a ladder you can use to get me up there?” He opened his palm, preparing a fireball, only for the fire to be extinguished before it could even make a spark. That heavy gust of wind she used sent me backwards, falling off the bed.

“BILLY.” They shouted, both rushing to my side.

“Look at what you did, you old bag. This is why you should stop seeing him. All you do is hurt people with your stupid powers and dumb riddles.” Firax grabbed my hand, causing my palm to burn. The heat from his fireball still radiating from the spot. When I squealed, he released my hand, backing away.

Eria took my hand, soothing it with her healing magic. A light green orb surrounding the spot, soothing the burns better than any ointment could. “And you don’t? What fool doesn’t understand their own strength? Why don’t you go back to hell? Mortal life doesn’t suit you.”

The two remained in a stare off, neither party giving an inch. After the burns healed, I released her hand, getting between the two. “Stop fighting! If you two can’t get along, then I don’t want either of you around me. I love both of you. Is that so hard to understand?”

“Ok, but which do you love….” Firax saw my glare and dropped the question. Understanding now wasn’t the time for that.

“My parents suck. They both tried to sell me to you two before I was even born. I barely consider them parents, since they’re always running off on holidays every second week. If anything, you two are my parents. Which is why it hurts so much when the two of you fight. You’re all that I have and if you can’t understand that, then you should….. YOU SHOULD BOTH GO TO HELL.” I snapped, storming out of the room. I grabbed a bag of salt from the kitchen as I passed it, making a line of salt outside of the bathroom door before locking it. With the door secured, I allowed myself to sulk, trying to work out my frustrations alone.

An hour passed as I ignored their pleas to come out and talk. I had forgiven them about thirty minutes ago, and was now sitting with my knees tucked to my chest, more out of embarrassment than anything. I couldn’t believe I had behaved like some Disney channel brat. Throwing the type of tantrum that was often reserved for cheap family dramas or comedies. The salt was cruel, too, knowing that neither could pass a salted barrier. Sure, they still had the bathroom window, but I think they got the message that I wanted to be alone when I salted the door.

“I’m an asshole.” I mumbled, resting my head against the cool wall. “Just like my parents.” It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that I had to grow up with their DNA. It was like being shot in the leg by the starting gun of life. While others got to start their life with a sprint, I had to limp.

Then, a smell hit my nose. “Burning?” I feared the worst. They must have started fighting because of what had happened. Rushing out the door, I poked my head around the corner, watching the two flour coated entities poke at the oven door, unsure how to deal with the smoke coming out of it.

“How hot did you set it?” Eria asked.

“Max.”

“Max?”

“Yeah, like as high as it could go. Thought it would make it cook faster.”

Eria balled her hands into fists, doing everything within her power to keep herself from shoving the demon’s head into the oven. “I see. I will overlook that, for Billy’s sake.” She said, releasing a long breath that sent a chill through the room.

“Speaking of overlooking things. How many eggs did you put in?”

“Eight. I thought he might need the extra protein. Protein helps humans get strong, doesn’t it?”

Flames came out of the demon’s nostrils as he shook his head. “OK, I will overlook that because I didn’t read the instructions either.” He said, doing his best not to start an argument. “We messed this up, didn’t we?”

Eria sighed. “Yeah. It was foolish to think cookies would fix the problem. It’s strange. My kind aren’t known for being very affectionate, yet when he said he loved me. I couldn't help but feel touched.”

The demon nodded, letting his fingers slide into his pockets. “I get that. Like suddenly you actually matter. You’re not just some creature anymore. You’re a person. Sounds dumb, doesn’t it?”

“It does. I understand that feeling, though. I guess we should make another batch.”

“I guess so. You’re not too bad as far as fae go,” Firax reluctantly said.

“And you’re not the worst demon I’ve met. I wish you would stop telling Billy I planned to turn him into a stew, though. I planned to use him for ingredients, its different.”

“I’ll stop saying that when you stop telling him I wanted to eat his soul.”

“Didn’t you?”

“I did, but I wish you would stop telling him that.”

As the two went to open the fridge, I rushed out, grabbing them both, pulling them together in a hug. “I’m so sorry, youweretryingsohardandIwasbeingmeanandi…” I gasped, struggling to breathe as I rushed out the words. A mix of salty tears and jumbled words making it hard to get anything out.

“Aww, sweetie. We’re the ones who need to be forgiven. You did nothing wrong.” Eria said, cuddling up to my side.

Frixa looked at the fae, still uneasy about being this close to her. After a moment of hesitation, he leaned into my other side, giving me a tight hug. “She’s right for once. It’s our fault. We made you some cookies?”

I sniffed the air, the burnt smell causing my nostrils to flinch. “Um, maybe we should make another batch? I’ll help this time.” I wiped my eyes before going to the fridge, working with them to create another batch. Happy to finally be able to spend some time with the two most important people in my life.

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Chapter Two: Fill-In

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, parents being invasive word count: 1.6k

You were sat in the diner, every whiff of food made your stomach both growl and churn. A waitress makes her way over to your table as she pulls out a pen and a little notepad.

"What can I get started for you?"

"Just a coffee, please?"

"Me too," Rudy smiled.

"Alright, coming up!" She beamed cheerfully.

The waitress stepped away to prepare the coffee as you laid your head down to just take a breather. Suddenly your phone begins to buzz in your pocket before you released a loud and over exaggerated groan. A few turned their heads as Rudy pursed his lips, exposing his dimple and giving them an apologetic smile. You rise, pulling your phone out from your pocket and looking at the screen.

"Oh, no."

"What?"

"My mother is calling."

"Well, answer. Maybe she just wants to chit-chat."

You give him a look before answering. "Hi, mom."

"So... anything planned for the holiday season?"

"Yeah," You lie. "I'm just gonna spend time with my friends,"

"Friends? I thought you would be in a relationship by now."

An idea came to mind as your mother continued blabbering about how lonely you are in the dating life. You continue the lie.

"Actually mom, there is something I wanna say."

"And that is?"

"I do have a boyfriend,"

In that moment, your coffee came to your table as you take a quick sip thanking the waitress. You briefly make eye contact with Rudy before looking down at the table.

"You remember. I told you about him the last time we spoke. He's right here with me too. We're just having a quick coffee and exploring the city after the night we had."

Rudy immediately looks at you, almost choking on his coffee as you two make eye contact with one another. You saw a confused look in his eyes, making you feel slightly bad lying like this. The truth is, you just wanted your family to make your life hell.

"Oh, honey--"

You couldn't listen to any more of her talking, pulling the phone away from your ear and begin to make the 'talk to her' face as Rudy rolls his eyes. He takes the phone from your hand, putting it up to his ear.

"Hi, Ms. (last name). This is, uh.."

You begin panicking before you decide to tell him your ex-boyfriend's name which earned you another exasperated look from Rudy.

"Matthew," You whisper then take a long sip of your coffee.

"This-- This is Matthew. How are you doing?"

You kept an eye on him as he made conversation with your mom. However, that was until the call eventually ended and Rudy gave you an apologetic yet nervous expression. He sat your phone down, sighing as you knew he was unsure of how to tell you.

"What is it?"

"Well, your mom wants to meet me in person. Plus, she invited the two of us to stay at her house for Christmas. And like any nervous response, I told her that we would be happy to join."

"Rudy, why did you say that?"

"I don't know, I was nervous."

You pinched the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes and taking a breather. You come back after a few seconds, telling him to give her more information.

"Since Christmas is next week, she wants us there by this Friday so she can get to know our relationship and catch up."

"Typical," You mutter. "Looks like we have tickets to buy and for me to quiz you on me ...and Matthew."

"So, I'm portraying your ex-boyfriend, that I've never met just to prove to your mom that you have a life, and don't need her nose in your business?"

"Yup, pretty much. But it's only until she wants us gone. Then when we return home, we go back to being friends. Sounds pretty simple to me."

You down half the cup, rising and stepping away from him. Rudy quickly takes a couple sips before leaving a couple dollars on the table then follows behind you. You stood outside, waiting until Rudy steps out as he fumbles with his jacket.

"You're crazy. You know that, right?"

"I know,but like I said, it's only for a couple days to a week. Maybe more. Did she say anything else?"

"Oh, yeah. That's the part I wanted to avoid telling you. She wants us to leave after New Years."

"Jesus, I should've known. She always does this. Always wanting me to stick around longer, so her nosey ass (and my other family) to prove that my life is sucky."

"They don't do that, do they?"

"All the time. I just want to prove that I am telling the truth about stuff, including my relationships."

"I get that,"

"Unless..." You trail off, folding your arms across your chest.

You furrow your brows, staring at Rudy and thinking. You didn't know if the idea you had was a good or bad one.

"Oh-no, what are you plotting?"

"What if you portray the role of Matthew,"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You could be my fake boyfriend just during the trip, then go back to being friends."

"Oh, no. I'm not doing that."

"Please," You basically beg, pleading with him, "My mom doesn't know what he looks like. Plus, I'll go over everything about him, so if they ask you certain questions, you'll be able to answer."

"I'm not pretending to be someone else just so you can prove to your family that you're not some screw up. Just tell them the truth. They'll fuck off eventually."

"Please, Rudy? I'm only asking for this one favor, that's it."

Rudy stood there, working his jaw as you rested your hand on his arm and holding his gaze. A smile forms with pleading eyes as your heart fluttered inside your chest. Without your knowledge, he glances down at your exposed cleavage, quickly averting his somewhere else.

"Jesus Christ. Fine! I'll do it."

You brought Rudy in a tight gripped hug, almost squeezing him in the process. He wrapped his arms around your upper back the best he could, holding you close. You pull away after a few seconds and grin from ear to ear.

~~~

Back at your apartment, you and Rudy are seated on the sofa discussing your ex-boyfriends interests.

"Now, listen closely because you are gonna be questioned on stuff like this, ok?"

Rudy nodded. You rose and began pacing back and forth.

"You both dress the same pretty much, so that's check marked off the list. Um, hmm. Well, you are not from Alaska. You are from here -- Utah. That's where Matthew is from."

"Wait. You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. Anyway, you work finance. Oh, and your name is Matthew Solace, CEO of Solace Incorporation. Just make something up, they don't need to know what you actually do. And besides, he never really mentioned it anyway."

He nodded once more, mentally noting each fact as he sat there admiring your determination on this whole act. He came back to reality.

"Got it."

"You don't play sports, you watch sports. You prefer Jack Daniels Whiskey for some apparent reason. Your favorite genre is comedy and romance--"

"Jesus, that's making sound like I'm some boring, rich asshole who only cares about himself and career."

"Thats...That's what he is. You're not wrong about any of it."

"(name), you seriously went for a guy like that? You've got bad taste, no offense."

"Some offence taken. Anyway, if you need to know anything else throughout now and on the way, let me know so I can fill you in."

"I think I got the basics."

You plop on the couch beside him, checking your phone. You see thirty-seven messages from your older sister, Caroline, asking you about "Matthew" and why she's just now hearing it from your mother.

"Shit,"

"What?"

"My mom told my sister, Caroline. And now, she just sent me thirty-seven--"

Your phone pings as Caroline had sent another message. "Thirty-eight messages about Matthew -- you, Rudy. God, could this day get any worse."

"At least you are more perky. That hangover must be going away."

"Barely. I wanna go back to passing out, maybe I'll forget about my problems. Oh wait, my family's is the problem here. God, if my dad hadn't died, my mom wouldn't be snooping on everyone."

"Wait. Your dad died? How come you never told me?"

"It never came up in any of our conversations. Plus, I don't want pity when his death anniversary arrives."

"If you don't mind me asking... how'd he pass?"

"Heart attack. It was literally three months before Christmas, and well, him and my mom got into this huge argument. And yeah, you know what happened next."

With tears forming in your eyes, you quickly move to where Rudy doesn't see you crying. He's seen you cry a couple times before but wasn't expecting you to cry once again. Hell, you weren't expecting yourself to cry but here you are fanning your eyes and looking up at the ceiling. Rudy noticed almost immediately, scooting closer and bringing you into his arms, knowing that you were emotional talking about your father.

"Hey, hey, shh. It's okay."

Your face was buried in his chest, inhaling of what was left of his cologne. He was still dressed in the suit he wore the night before. You felt safe with him, honest, and open. However, something deep down made it worse. But in that moment, you couldn't think of anything else as you were beginning to feel better.

"Thank you, Rudy." You inhale before releasing it. "Since you have those few things in mind, I guess now we go buy plane tickets."

"I guess so," He chuckled.

[lonelyfanboy48]

Canadian Freedom Or Hibernation Heartsick Chapter 4

The following morning, Lucy, Clifford, and Kale picked up Panda after they picked up Kazumi and Tom. Amanda texted them that she has a surprise for what she’s bringing along for their trip to Canada. “I still can’t believe you haven’t been to her house yet.” Kale said, sitting on the front seat.

“Or met her parents yet.” Kazumi added.

“Well she never told me where she lived in San Francisco.” Panda replied, sitting in the back. “Her profile here felt like me and my brothers were, except she appeared less in San Francisco, only hanging out with me while mostly at my place.”

“She never told you where she lives?” Tom replied. “I did kidnap you, but I still showed you where I lived…up until I moved into Griff and Isaac’s place.”

“People don’t always stay in San Francisco, which is why she texted me her home address.” Lucy took out her phone. “When she moved along with her family, she moved to Sausalito.”

“Her friends told me about Amanda being at Sausalito after Christmas. It’s just me and my brothers who never had an interest in going there.”

“You’re in for a surprise.” Kale looked back. “Lucy and I went there and it’s amazing. You get a great view of San Francisco in the distance across the sea.”

“And the houses there are great.” Lucy added.

“I enjoyed the olives there. They were much fresher.” Clifford commented.

“Huh, it’s weird she never asked me to hang at her place when her parents aren’t there.” Panda said to himself.

“It’s probably because her parents love their new home deeply.” Kuzumi smiled. “Can’t wait to see what it looks like.”

Lucy drove through the buildings of Sausalito while paying attention to Amanda’s home address. She parked by the end of the road while the dock houses are located. Upon coming out, Panda followed Lucy, Clifford, and Kale from behind. He looked at the dock houses floating on the water, while Tom enjoyed the sight of the ocean. Mornings make Sausalito beautiful, especially when boats appear in the sea for more sightseeing. It wasn’t long until they arrived at Amanda's house, it was painted in pink, but wasn’t big like Chloe’s house. They slowly stepped on the front porch where the water lapped underneath.

When Panda looked at the house itself, he took a deep breath, knowing the moment inevitably had to arrive. “Well, there’s no going back now.” He pressed the doorbell, waiting along with his friends by his side. Soon, it was answered with Amanda’s dad revealing to Panda for the first time. He didn’t hesitate the moment he saw Amanda’s boyfriend after the pictures she took with him.

“Panda.” He responded. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Yeah, long overdue, but hello.” Panda lifted his hand up while Amanda’s father gave him a hand shake. He invited them inside as he closed the door behind Tom, while taking them to the living room.

“I’ve heard you are going to Canada…and my daughter wants to go.”

“It was technically Grizz’s idea when it came to our holiday last night.”

“We’re still making preparations.” Lucy added.

“I know how that felt when we made the choice to move here.” Amanda’s father commented. “Even if you are only taking a vacation up north, we had so many preparations on which place we should move to.”

“Must’ve been a rough time before moving here.” Clifford replied.

“There’s so many choices, but in the end, you can only pick one.”

Then Amanda’s mother entered the living room, taking notice of Panda himself. “Oh you’re finally here.” She smiled.

“Hi Amanda’s mom.”

“Amanda’s upstairs in case you’re wondering. She just finished breakfast.”

“Are you gonna be alright with Amanda leaving if we do go?”

“No, not at all. Amanda went on vacation on her own without us. She had a lot of fun activities.”

“What was her favorite place she wanted to go?” Kuzumi wondered.

“China.”

This caused the ramen chief to smile. “Oh, is it because there’s pandas over there?” She gently hit her elbow on Panda.

“We all know where pandas come from.” Panda smiled. “But to be realistic, she wouldn’t have met me since I’ve lived in San Francisco my whole life.”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t even get a boyfriend who’s willing to cross overseas just to be with her.” Amanda’s mom replied.

Panda knew it wasn’t a coincidence for Amanda to just accept to be his girlfriend, knowing that his brothers helped him out before heading to camp. “Should we meet your daughter now?” Kale asked.

“Of course, she’s outside, on the balcony from her room.” Amanda’s dad pointed upstairs.

“She has an outdoor balcony?” Tom replied.

“Dock houses here have balconies, just to have a clear view of the ocean. You couldn’t imagine how lucky we are just to have this place.”

“You all can meet her upstairs. She has a surprise for you.” Amanda’s mom said.

“Yeah, she texted me about it.” Lucy showed her phone to Amanda’s parents. “We should be on our way.”

Panda’s group wasted little time as they headed upstairs. Panda saw Amanda’s door open, all the while seeing her room for the first time. Tons of panda accessories all around the room didn’t even phase Panda. He knew she adores pandas the many times she hung out with him, even when their profile slowly became accepted thanks to society changing.

“Wow, talk about panda mania.” Kale wrapped his arm around Panda. “Imagine her being dressed up as a panda in Canada.”

“Everyone up north will definitely get the picture on who you and Amanda truly are.” Lucy added, while rubbing Panda’s head.

“That is if pandas actually live in Canada rather than China.”

“People in Canada still like Pandas, just like your girlfriend.” Kale replied.

Tom and Kuzumi’s attention were turned to the outside balcony where Amanda and Samantha are out; however, it wasn’t Amanda nor her friend themselves. “Uhh, Panda…” Tom getting his friend’s attention. “Look.”

Panda, Lucy, and Kale turned to the balcony which took them by notice. Clifford went past everyone to see the balcony himself, as he and the others saw two young kids playing with Amanda and Samantha. “Two kids.” He responded.

When they made their way out on the balcony, Amanda took notice as she stood up. “Panda.” She smiled while giving him a hug. Panda’s attention was still glued on the two kids, one of which looked at Clifford the moment he stepped outside. One is a boy and the other is a girl who both have the same hair color as Amanda.

“Amanda, who are these kids?” He replied as Amanda broke the hug.

“These kids are my younger brother and sister.” She answered as she pointed at them one by one. “My brother Chanda, my sister Tatiana.”

When Panda looked down at Amanda’s siblings, he always thought that Amanda was a single daughter in her family. “Was this the surprise you meant?”

“Yes. If we go to Canada, I want to bring my brother and sister along.”

“We heard so many cute things about you.” Tatiana smiled.

“That Christmas Eve when you and your brothers turned into cubs.” Chanda added. “I want to hang out with you.”

“Christmas miracles don’t always happen to everyone you know.” Amanda looked down on his brother.

“Besides, you haven’t even heard most of what happened on that day.” Samantha recalled. “You would probably want to hang out with Ice Bear for what he's been through.”

“I’m still having a hard time, a wish caused them to turn into cubs.” Kale commented.

“I’ve watched Grizz’s latest Crowbar Jones movie.” Lucy replied. “It didn’t fool me that Grizz was a cub in that.”

“Anyway…” Panda getting back on topic. “...so many cute things about me huh? Are you panda fans like…”

“They are.” Amanda giggled.

“Well…” Panda blushed.

“I’m sure they saw all the photos of you and your girlfriend.” Kuzumi replied. ��Especially the ones from Valentine's Day.”

“You look so cute with the kiss marks on your face.” Tatiana said.

“Seriously, am I the only one who didn’t enjoy that?” Clifford replied.

“I mostly felt jealous the moment I saw it to be honest.” Tom added.

“I’m really looking forward to our trip to Canada.” Chanda replied. “I can’t wait for the adventure we’re gonna have there.”

Panda would want to be respectful towards Amanda’s siblings, but if there’s one thing he didn’t think about is what his adventure would be like with or without his girlfriend. “I would be happy to have you being part of the adventure but…aren’t you two a little concerned about the unexpected?”

“Relax Panda, nothing horrible is gonna happen.” Kale replied.

“Yeah, we’ve watched so many movies with tons of unexpected moments.” Tatiana commented.

“Do they have anything to do with Canada?”

“No.”

“Like, we can do anything fun there, it’s just the unexpected I’m referring to is Canada itself. Even if we’re gonna be away from anything bad happening to us, I just hope it’s something extraordinary.”

“It will be.” Samantha chimed in. “Not only am I coming too, but extraordinary is the point when it comes our way.”

“Yeah!” Chanda cheered. “I just know it!”

“Can we at least slow down on the fact we need to plan out the activities there?” Tom asked. “We are planning to bring tons of people but…the things we’re doing there is what we should be thinking about.”

“I’m gonna work on that with Grizz and Ice Bear later.” Panda replied as he turned back to Chanda and Tatiana. “As for you two, I have no problem giving Amanda’s brother and sister some anime fun.”

“Well this is gonna be weird knowing I’m not gonna be Panda’s only friend.” Clifford said which caused Tatiana to pull him, giving him a hug with Chanda also joining in.

“You're Amanda's brother and sister's new friend!” Tatiana replied.

“I’m gonna ask Ranger Tabes if she’s willing to add more kids in the Poppy Rangers.” Lucy leaned next to her boyfriend.

“Good luck seeing your brother having his own adventure then.” Kale giggled.

Kuzumi had a thought of her own when it came to Canada itself. “I mostly want to see how you and your brothers are doing since it has been a long time since we’ve met.”

“Yeah, you never told me how you and the others left her back from Japan.”

“We had to go somewhere, Japan just isn’t our place for a home.” Panda answered.

“It’s true.” Kuzumi filling in. “Karla and I wanted to be supportive since we agreed to spend more time with you. I also wanted to spread my ramen talents in different places in the world.”

“Don’t worry, we could stay in Canada longer. Like Tom said, we can plan out activities, you, Karla, me, and my brothers can do something when we get the chance.”

“I’ll look forward to that, especially Gayla who’s gonna take care of the passports today.”

“You will like her.”

When everyone made their settlements, they all took a group picture back in the living room with Amanda’s parents. From snaps from Panda and Amanda’s phones, they upload them on the internet which gained attention right away from their followers. It may be the beginning of preparations, but a slow process to keep everything on track. What matters to Panda is what he’s gonna have in store with Amanda, including her brother and sister.

[panther1981]

Mom Zubeda Voyeur Encounters – Part 1

This story is part of a series:

This is a true story when I was in college. We are a family of four – dad, mom, me and younger brother.

We were very friendly with mom and dad. We lived in a 2bhk flat that had 2 bathrooms – one common and the other attached to the master bedroom. All rooms had ventilators to each other when if wanted one to peep into any room.

Now coming to family insight. We are a Muslim family. Dad Farooq was 6 ft 5 in tall, huge and fit. Mom Zubeda Begum was 4 ft 2 in in height and with a figure of 38D-36-48. She was a dusky, brown beauty. I am Mohsin, 19 years old and my brother’s name is Raza.

They had a love marriage and I was very close to mom. Most of the time when at home, we used to hang around each other in the bedroom, kitchen and hall. I was attracted to her a lot because of the love she showed toward me. I always saw her body shape and felt her soft body toward me.

One day while I was at home during the summer holidays, dad left for the office and my brother was going to summer camp. So I had the chance to stay back with my mom and hang around her.

That day around the afternoon and before lunch, she told me to take a bath and said that she had to wash her clothes and take a bath too, and later we could have lunch together. I used to bath in the common bathroom and mom used to wash clothes in their bathroom while taking bath.

So that day, I had a quick bath and was out in the hall, waiting for mom to have lunch. I saw that she had prepared lunch and went into her room to do the task she planned. Suddenly, I got this idea, “Why not peep through the ventilator and see the show from the hall?”

I slowly peeped through and was surprised as mom had the bathroom door open and she was washing her laundry.

While doing so, she started stripping and throwing those clothes too for the wash. She removed her saree, then her blouse, and then she dropped her petticoat. Now she was in bra and panty, it was a lace material. She then came toward the mirror in the bedroom and started applying oil on her hair. While she was rubbing her hair, her whole body was jiggling. I was quietly enjoying the show.

Once she applied hair oil, she tied her hair and went back to the washer for checking the timer. She then went back to her bra hook and untangled her bosom free. Mom then slid her panty down her feet. Wow, what sexy curves she had! Her dusky brown skin was glowing while she was adjusting the washer.

I thought now she might close the bathroom door for the bath. But I was wrong. She didn’t bother to close the door and came back to the bedroom. She stood near the mirror and started applying the skincare products all over her naked body. I then understood how much she took care of her skin.

Mom first applied a lotion around her breast and massaged it from all sides. I saw that her nipples were erect and pointing out. Then she applied it on her hands and her back as much as her hand could reach.

My mother then took a serum and started applying it under her armpits and after that, she rubbed the serum on her ass. Her big smooth ass was jiggling and glowing more and shining like a star.

Now she took another lotion and started on the legs. She had thunder thighs and her beautiful vagina was clear as a diamond shining while she was rubbing the lotion between the thighs. She repeated the complete regime using the oil. Now she was fully glowing from all sides in that oily body.

Now I thought she would get in the shower and wash it off. But no, she was still not in the mood to clean up. Mom finished the laundry while staying nude in her oily body and later she started admiring herself in the mirror. She was watching her curves from all sides. Then she bent over under a cabinet for a plastic sheet and while doing so, her ass was facing toward the ventilator and I had a clear view of my beautiful birth place and ass.

My nude mom then placed that plastic sheet on the bed and lied over it. I understood she didn’t want to spoil the bed sheet on the bed. Now she was lying on her breast with her ass up. She was looking through her mobile. Then she turned around and started pressing her breast and slowly moved her one hand to the vagina. Mom then started using her fingers and was slowly getting into the mood!

After a few minutes, I saw that she turned down on the bed and took a box. I saw sex toys. Mom had multiple dildos, one was smooth and normal, another one had dots engraved out, and the others had additional support to her other holes between her ass.

She took the dotted one, it was around 7″ and 3″ wide. As she was fully lubricated with her orgasm, she slid it smoothly and started stroking herself. After some time, she reached the pinnacle of the orgasm and she suddenly started moaning my name!!

I was shocked. I always had lusted for my mother and now she also actually had feelings for me!

She continued her strokes and blasted her juices out. She was exhausted and breathing heavily. My mom’s whole body was shining in oil and sweat. She was shivering and her breasts were jiggling. She got up, packed everything back, and went back to the bathroom for a shower.

I thought she would close the door now, but what happened next was unbelievable! Stay tuned for the next update.

[tvugly]

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[greymoonfeelings]

Nothing Without You

whumuary #4: betrayal

summary: Being back in Wabang brings on nothing but pain

warnings: angst w/o a happy ending, reader is a model and panic attack symptoms

word count: 1.9k

note: thanks to Vee for looking this over!

•••

The day you left Wabang for New York City you swore you would never return unless the circumstances were dire. You certainly didn’t count Christmas as a good reason, but your mother had cried about how her greatest Christmas wish was to have you visit, and luckily for her, guilt-tripping worked on you.

So now here you are, getting ready to head to the church rectory center for the holiday party. Your mother volunteered your family to help with set up which gave you about an hour to mentally prepare yourself to see him again.

The man in question is Rhett Abbott, your ex-boyfriend.

Tonight is the first night you’ll see him in three years. Long gone were the days when your mothers would exchange ideas about your future wedding. That had all been thrown out the window the day Rhett broke up with you. It was the reason you dreaded returning to Wabang.

You’ve managed to avoid him during the first week of your visit by refusing to leave your ranch, but tonight was unavoidable. There was no way your mother would allow you to miss anything that had to do with the church and Cecelia Abbott was the same way.

That’s why when you catch Rhett’s figure entering the party holding his niece’s hand you’re only slightly caught off guard. His look has changed very little, but the way he carries himself is different. He appears to be more comfortable in his skin, though he still sticks with Perry and his father, hesitating to interact with anyone else.

“Cece!” Your mom goes up to the Abbott mother, embracing her. When she pulls away, she waves you over to the family. Internally, you groan, but you manage to flash a convincing smile.

“It’s nice to see you, Ms. Abbott.” You greet.

“Don’t be silly, you can still call me Cece.” She pulls you into a bruising hug. “It’s so good to see.”

“Amy, come say hi. You remember your old babysitter, right?”

“Of course, I remember her. It hasn’t been that long, Grandma.”

“Hi, Amy. I love your dress.” You compliment the red sequin outfit she’s wearing. She thanks you before doing a twirl to give you the full effect.

“And that’s a lovely braid. Did your daddy finally learn how to do them?”

“No, Uncle Rhett did it for me.”

Of course, he did, the bastard. Treating his niece like his own daughter. How disgustingly sweet and attractive of him.

“He told me I can thank you for that, that you taught him in high school.”

That catches you off guard and sends you spiraling. Does he really still talk about you? Does it not make his stomach turn to even think about you? No, why would it? He’s the one who broke up with you.

You excuse yourself to grab a drink and when you return, you find your family sitting at a table with the Abbotts. It seems your mother is adamant about going against your wishes of distancing yourself from them.

———

Your families spend time making small talk with one another over dinner. You manage to avoid acknowledging Rhett by asking Amy to update you on her life and the happenings in your hometown over the past few years you’ve been gone.

By dessert, you find that your night is going better than expected until the dreaded topic of conversation is brought up: you.

“Amy and I saw you in a magazine last week at the store. Tell us, what’s it like being a big star?” Cecilia asks with a proud smile on her face.

“Let me guess, my Ma told you guys I would be in it?” You eye your mother suspiciously and she raises her hands in defense. “I would hardly call myself a star.”

“Oh, don’t be so modest.” Your mother chides. “The modeling agency says she might get to walk at Fashion Week.”

“Is that big?” Amy looks up at you with curious, wide eyes.

“It’s huge!”

“Well, it helps that I’ve made friends in the industry. People are a lot nicer than you’d expect.” You pick at your food with your fork, trying to ignore everyone staring at you due to your mother’s exclamation.

“They like that she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty and is a hard-working daughter of a rancher. What’d they say again, honey?”

“They said it gave me character.”

“Well, I think it’s amazing what you’re doing.” Cecilia smiles. “Chasing your dreams and building a life for yourself. An angel must be watching over you, making sure you’ve got a fulfilling life.”

You chuckle along with everyone else and force a smile, but as everyone returns to their meals, your facade drops.

If only they knew how empty you truly felt. You do have almost everything you always wanted in life, but it’s that one thing you don’t have that pains you the most and he’s sitting across from you.

———

After dinner is finished, everyone leaves their tables to mingle with other congregation members. The only people left at your table are you and Rhett.

You look around the room in search of your friend Maria, desperate not to be alone any longer, but instead, you’re met with Rhett’s cloudy blue eyes.

“You know I didn’t think I’d ever see you back here.” He pushes his grown-out hair out of his face so he can see you better.

“Well, my family still lives here.”

“I’m surprised by that too. I thought for sure once you made it big, they’d move out to be with you in one of those mansions with a hundred rooms.”

“I don’t think that’ll ever happen. They wouldn’t like the city very much.” You focus your attention on your glass, tracing the rim with your finger to avoid having to look at him.

“Well, it seems to be workin’ out for you. Sounds like it’s everything you ever wanted.”

“Not quite…” Admitting that out loud is scary especially when the person you’re telling is Rhett. “What about you? You swore you’d always get out of this town so what changed?”

“A lot of things changed.”

With a scoff, you grumble, “They certainly did.” Talking to Rhett is bringing back all your bitter feelings and now there’s a storm brewing inside of you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rhett asks, a little irritated by your passive-aggressive behavior.

“Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you promised me forever and then broke my heart like it was nothing.”

“I didn’t want to hold you back. I couldn’t leave my family. I belong here, but you don’t, so I set you free.”

“If you told me you wanted to stay here, I would’ve stayed with you.”

Rhett shakes his head disapprovingly. “I know you would’ve, but you always wanted the finer things in life and a poor bastard like me can’t give them to you.”

That confession might be considered sweet to anyone else, but it fills you with rage. How could he be so selfish to make that decision for you?

“Don’t you get it? All I have ever wanted is you, everything else is just extra. None of it matters if I can’t share it with you! Every single victory has been tainted by the fact that you’re not there by my side! I would rather spend my life here on a ranch with you than be famous in the city while all alone.”

“You say that now, but I know you. You get restless here. I knew you’d come to resent me and I couldn’t stand to think of that happening.”

You’re so trapped in your thoughts, dissecting Rhett’s confession, that you don’t notice Maria approaching your table, but the sound of her voice brings you back to reality.

“Hey, babe. I’m sorry I didn’t come over earlier, Mrs. Jones was talking my ear off about her new Australian Shepherd.” Maria squeezes Rhett’s shoulder and presses a quick kiss to his lips.

You look back and forth between the two of them a few times before your brain finally puts it together. The realization has you seething.

“Are you two…?”

The guilty look on Rhett’s face is a clear answer.

“Oh, hey…” Maria acts like she didn’t notice you sitting there even though you made eye contact with her previously in the night. “It’s good to see you. How have you been?”

You chose to ignore your old friend and instead focus your anger on Rhett.

“So you were just gonna let me keep on rambling about how I still love you and paint yourself to be some fucking hero who let the love of his life go so she could chase her dreams all while knowing you actually just didn’t give a fuck about me?”

“Hey now, that’s not true.”

“You could have just told me you broke up with me because you didn’t feel the same anymore. You didn’t have to fucking lie about it.”

“What’s going on here?” Maria looks at her boyfriend, concerned.

“Oh shove it, Maria. You used to tell me you’d rather die than end up living here again. How’d that work out for you? I heard you flunked out of college and work at the bank now.”

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Rhett defends.

“You know what? The two of you deserve each other. I hope you’re are happy living in this desolate fucking place and never doing anything with your lives ‘cause I’m sure that’s about all the two of you will ever accomplish.”

You angrily push away from the table and the screeching of the metal chair against the linoleum causes all heads to turn to you. You swipe your coat off the rack and rush out of the building before anyone can see you crying.

As you climb into your truck all that is on your mind is how you knew nothing good would come out of this visit, but never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined coming back to this kind of betrayal.

All of your teenage years had been spent with Maria and Rhett, dancing in fields, going to rodeos, and grabbing late-night snacks at Rosie’s Diner. You even recall confessing to Maria at Senior Prom that Rhett was the man you wanted to marry and now…

You were making yourself sick just thinking about it. You felt so stupid. How much time did you waste on him? Making yourself feel like shit during every happy moment just because he wasn’t there sharing it with you meanwhile he was falling in love with Maria, not even thinking about you.

Your vision is blurry from the constant flow of tears and It’s getting harder to breathe through all the snot. Your brain is a jumbled mess, too many thoughts flying around for you to be paying attention to the road ahead. Suddenly, you’re startled by a pair of blinding headlights and the blaring of a horn, but by the time you move to react, it’s too late.

You didn’t want to imagine living a life without Rhett by your side and now, you wouldn’t have to…

I can be your china doll if you wanna see me fall

Boy, you're so dope, your love is deadly

Tell me life is beautiful, they all think I have it all

I've nothing without you

All my dreams and all the lights mean

Nothing without you

-Lana Del Rey, Without You

[dccomicsimagines]

Baby’s First Christmas - Batfamily Imagine

Warning - Babies and mention of breastfeeding

Requested by Anon -  Saw that requests were open and I thought of a cute batfam imagine. Reader is a single mom with a newborn baby girl and surprises the boys by coming home for Christmas and Alfred helped decorate the living room and reader helped cook and basically spend her baby's first Christmas with her family and Bruce and the boys get all emotional or something💝 also Happy Christmas!🥰

Author’s Note - This request came in on Christmas Day, so I thought I’d squeeze it in. Sorry, it’s late.

***

Alfred smiled, watching the boys and Cass set up the living room for the holidays. He didn’t get to decorating himself this year, but it was a good activity to keep the rest of the family busy and out of the kitchen while he prepared Christmas Eve dinner. 

When he passed Bruce’s office, he paused to see Bruce inside with his face in his hands. He was holding the photo of you and your newborn baby girl that you had posted on social media a few days ago. It was a joyous occasion, the birth of his first grandchild. Of course instead of being happy, Bruce chose to sulk at the fact he didn’t even know you were pregnant. He also started investigating to find out who the father was when he found out you were going to be a single mother. 

Alfred shook his head and kept walking toward the kitchen. He hoped Master Bruce didn’t ruin this new peace between you and the family. The phone rang once he was inside the kitchen. He picked it up quickly, smiling as he knew who it was. “Hello, Wayne residence?” 

“Alfred, it’s me.” He smiled at the sound of your voice. “I was wondering if you could send someone to get us. My car broke down and now we’re at a gas station where we got towed to.” You sighed. Alfred frowned at the strain in your voice. “I know me showing up was supposed to be surprise, but I...well...I can’t really afford a ride there.” 

“Of course, Miss (Y/N). What is the address?” He picked up a pen, writing it down as you told him. “Are you in a warm and safe place?”

The baby fussed softly on your end. “Yeah, we’re fine. I’m inside the gas station with a cup of hot chocolate.” You laughed softly. “Thank you, Alfred. I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you, Miss (Y/N). I’ll have one of the boys there soon.” He hung up the phone and left the kitchen to go the the main family room. The tree was up, and most were decorating the tree. Jason was sitting on the couch, watching them. Alfred smiled, coming over to place a hand on Jason’s shoulder. Jason tensed, sensing he was just volunteered for something. “Master Jason, come with me please.”

The others laughed. “Shut up.” Jason growled, getting to his feet and following Alfred out of the room. “What’s up, Alfie? Need my help in the kitchen?”

“No, Master Jason.” Alfred handed Jason the address. “Take one of the cars, go to this address and pick up something for me.”

Jason frowned, eyeing the address. “Okay? Can I take any car?”

“Anything is fine. Be back in an hour at the most.” Alfred shooed Jason away. “Call me if you have any questions.” 

“Right.” Jason left. Alfred smiled before going into the kitchen. They’ll still be surprised, even if it wasn’t the way you and he originally planned.

***

Jason pulled into the gas station. He checked his phone on the dashboard. The address was right, but what did Alfred need from a gas station?

He parked the Audi in one of the parking spots outside and grabbed his phone. Frowning, he got out to look around.

“Jason?” He tensed, spinning to find you standing in the doorway of the gas station with a big smile on your face. “Hi.”

“(Y/N)?” A wave of pure joy washed over him as he ran to hug you. He spun you around, making you laugh. “Why are you here? Where’s my niece?”

“She’s inside.” You sighed once he set you down. “I was coming today as a surprise, but then my car broke down and we got stuck here.” He led you back inside when you shivered. Your baby was in her carrier, still fast asleep on the table you were sitting at while you waited. 

Jason peeked inside at her. “Look at you, princess.” He whispered softly, touching her cheek. She turned her head, opening her mouth to try to find something to suck on. He chuckled. “She’s beautiful, (Y/N).”

“Thank you.” You glanced between them, sneaking a photo of the two with your phone. 

Jason pulled himself away from her. “Give me your keys. I’ll move your stuff into my car while you two stay in here and keep warm.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, handing him your keys when he didn’t relent. “Thanks Jay. I honestly had no idea what we were going to do.”

“I got this.” He kissed your cheek. “I’ll come get you when I’m ready.” Jason was about to head out when you grab his hand. He turned to look, noting the panic, strained look in your eye. He knew that look well. “What?”

“There’s going to be a lot of stuff.” You blushed, your eyes on his forehead. “Just don’t judge me, okay?”

Jason snorted. “I’d never judge you.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek, squeezed your arm with his hand. “I got you now. Everything will be fine.”

“Thanks Jay.” You relaxed slightly. Jason led you over to take a seat before heading out to your car. It was an old, rusted piece of crap. He wondered how you even got this far in it. Inside was suitcases, boxes, and garbage bags. He sensed you coming for the holidays might be more than just a visit. Taking a deep breath, Jason pushed aside his curiosity and began to move your things into the Audi.

***

“Al, did you throw Jason out or something? I can’t find him,” Tim asked, poking his head into the kitchen. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the delicious smells from inside. 

“Master Jason is running an errand for me.” Alfred basted the turkey again and closed the oven. “He should be back in the next half an hour or so.” 

Tim hummed, stepping inside the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, taking a carrot from the serving tray Alfred had out for them to snack on. “Bruce is still brooding.”

“He’ll snap out of it soon.” Alfred smiled when his back was turned to Tim. 

“I don’t know if he will. He’s bothered by the fact (Y/N) had a baby by herself on top of trying to live on her own. I’m worried about her too.” Tim munched on another carrot. “I kept tabs on her. Her finances are in shambles.”

Alfred’s mouth went dry. Suddenly, it made sense. Maybe that’s why you reached out after three years of almost silence? Desperation. “Well, I imagine we’ll have to see for ourselves after the holidays.”

“I’m worried about the baby too. Bruce paid off her hospital bills, didn’t he? I heard he sent the hospital a check when he saw the photo on (Y/N)’s Instagram.” Tim took yet another carrot. Alfred turned. Tim had a furrow in his brow. “I’m scared for her, Alfred. It’s hard to be a single mother especially now days.”

Alfred reached over to pat Tim’s hand. “We’ll help her as much as we can.” He smiled when he heard Jason shouting that he was home with a Christmas present for everyone. “I believe Master Jason is home.” 

Tim grinned, getting to his feet and jogging out of the room. Alfred paused to wash his hands. He frowned slightly as he wondered if what Tim had said was true. The few emails and calls you made to him over the years did sound like you were struggling slightly. Troublesome living situations, having multiple jobs at the same time. He did send you money a few times as well especially when you found out you were pregnant.  

Alfred dried his hands and followed the noise to the main entryway. You were being hugged by Dick while Jason held your baby. Cass and Tim were peeking at her, cooing softly. Damian stood back with a scowl. “Miss (Y/N), I’m glad you made it.” Alfred opened his arms for you. Dick let you go and you ran to Alfred.

“I’m so happy to see you.” You held him tight, hiding your face in his shoulder like you used to do when you were younger. “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome, Miss (Y/N), but you don’t need to thank us.” Alfred rubbed your back, feeling his shoulder dampen from your tears. “Collect yourself, Miss (Y/N).”

You sniffled, pulling away from him to wipe a few tears with your sleeve. “Sorry.” You smiled. “Do you want to meet your great-granddaughter?” You turned, taking your baby from Jason. The others followed you, still waiting to get a good look at her. Alfred took the baby into his arms, sighing at how beautiful she was. 

“She looks so much like you, Miss (Y/N).” Alfred chuckled, rocking her gently.

“TT, she’s a Wayne. Of course, she looks like her.” Damian crossed his arms. You blinked at him before ruffling Damian’s hair. He gasped, batting your hand away. However, a hint of a smile pulled at his lips. 

The baby slowly opened her eyes. Alfred smiled, seeing how beautiful they were. A little hand came out of the blanket she was wrapped in. Perfect little fingers and delicate fingernails. “Is Dad here?” you asked, wringing your hands.

“He’s in the study, brooding.” Dick chuckled, nudging your side as Cass gave you a hug. “You should probably go let him know you’re here. Otherwise, he’ll never come out.” 

“Cool.” You bit your lip. 

“I’ll watch over your daughter. Go talk to Master Bruce.” Alfred smiled, knowing you would be the only one to get Bruce out of the office and to join the rest of the family. 

“Thanks Alfred.” You shared a look with your siblings. “If I’m not out in twenty minutes, send Titus to save me.” You winked at Damian before slipping out of the room.

“May I?” Cass held out her arms for the baby. Alfred smiled and handed her over. Cass gasped at her niece. cooing at her softly. Alfred glanced toward the direction you went, hoping your conversation with Bruce would go well.

***

You knocked on Bruce’s office door. Nerves ate at your stomach. Shame made you feel hollow inside. You never planned to have to come back to your father like this, but life happened. 

“I’m not in the mood to be lectured, Alfred,” Bruce said inside. 

You smiled sadly before opening the door. “It’s not Alfred.” You almost laughed when Bruce fell out of his chair at the sight of you. The one and only time you surprised him. “Hi Dad.”

“(Y/N).” Bruce got to his feet, staring at you in disbelief and worry. “How...why are you here?”

You bit your lip. Your heart pounded like a jackhammer. “I came for Christmas. Alfred said I’m always invited and I figured I should since I wanted everyone to meet my daughter.” You swallowed the rest of the reason. The fact you needed money and you were homeless. That you wanted your daughter’s first Christmas to be somewhere warm and safe with people that loved her.

Bruce’s lips twitched. You tensed, knowing you probably didn’t hide it as well as you thought. “I’m glad you’re here.” He slowly came to you, opening his arms. You felt a tear slid down your cheek as you ran into his arms. He hugged you tight and for the first time in a long time, you felt secure. 

A sob slipped out of you. You buried your face in his shoulder. Bruce rubbed your back, humming to soothe you. “You’re okay. I’m here now,” he mumbled, rocking you gently. 

“I’m so sorry.” You gasped, letting out all the stress and tears you held in for so long. “I didn’t mean what I said when I ran away.”

“I know.” Bruce kissed the top of your head. You sobbed hard, your entire body shaking. “I’m proud of you. You made your way on your own like you swore to me you would.”

A lump formed in your throat. “No, I didn’t.” You sniffled, looking up at you as you felt another wave of tears come. “I had to work three different jobs just to stay in a small room in a house with five roommates. Even then, I was barely making it. Then I made a mistake and got pregnant. They kicked me out of the house after she was born and I had to live in my car.” You pulled away from him to rub your eyes with your sleeves. “Then when I came here, my car broke down and I was so scared that someone would find out and take my baby away.”

Bruce blinked. “We’ll figure that out now.” He took your hand and led you to sit down on the couch. “You’re not in this alone, (Y/N). You never were.”

“I said I didn’t need you. That I wished you weren’t my father,” you coughed, choking slightly on your tears. “How could I dare come back to ask for something?”

Bruce hummed as he handed you a tissue. “Sweetheart, did you honestly think I wouldn’t help you? I’ve kept tabs on you, even paid off your hospital bill.” You flinched in surprise. Now it made sense why they haven’t called you about your first payment yet. A weight lifted off your back at the thought.

A loud cry came from somewhere in the house. You got to your feet. “I think she’s hungry. I better go.” Bruce stood with you. 

“I’ll come with you. I’d like to meet my first grandchild.” He smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “You can stay here as long as you like, (Y/N). We have more than enough room.”

Fresh tears came to your eyes. Your hormones were still out of whack. “Thanks Dad.” The two of you left to follow the sound of your daughter’s cry. 

***

“(Y/N), your stocking is still in here too,” Tim said, holding up the stocking you had since you were little. You smiled as you adjusted your daughter under the breastfeeding cover. The whole family was in the living room, snacking on cookies and veggies. Bruce sat on the couch with you, waiting for your daughter to finish eating so he could hold her again. 

“Wow, I guess Alfred never did throw things away.” You laughed. Tim hung up your stocking on the mantle with the rest of the family’s. 

Alfred clicked his tongue. “I guess we’re missing one member of the family now.” He reached into a bag and removed a brand new stocking with your daughter’s name on it. You gasped, tears filling your eyes again.

“Aww, thank you, Alfred.” You swallowed hard, glancing down at your daughter. She fell asleep with your nipple in her mouth. You moved her gently out from the cover and handed her to Bruce while you covered yourself.

“Cute.” Cass took it and hung it up with the rest. “Whole family.” 

You smiled, glancing at Bruce to see him cooing softly to your daughter as he rocked her. Alfred secretly took a picture. You knew you would find it framed somewhere. “Alfred, can I help in the kitchen?” you asked when you saw him hand the camera to Tim to take more secretive pictures. 

“Of course, Miss (Y/N).” Alfred nodded, gesturing for you to follow him. 

“You got her, Dad?” you asked, glancing back at Bruce who’s eyes were only on his little granddaughter.

“I’m good.” Bruce looked back at you. “Don’t worry.” You nodded and left the room.

“Miss (Y/N), if you could start on the pie filling for my special blueberry pie.” Alfred moved to check the turkey in the oven again. You grinned, finding the bowls where they have always been. 

It brought back memories of other Christmases where you and Alfred made blueberry pies. You were the only one to know the recipe since the others were always too busy to learn. “Of course.” 

Alfred turned on the radio and the two of you worked silently. You finished the pie, sliding it into the oven as Alfred took the turkey out. “Can I help?” Dick asked as he peeked around the corner of the doorway.

“Set the table, Master Dick. Dinner should almost be ready,” Alfred said with a smile. You peeked at the turkey, the smell making your mouth water. It was a long way from the cans of cold beans you had been eating the last few days. 

Alfred handed you a bowl of steamed vegetables. You smiled, going to join Dick in the dining room. “Hey sis.” Dick smirked at you as he carefully set plate mats down.

“Hey yourself.” You rolled your eyes as you set the vegetables down and moved to help him. “How have you been?”

“Good, considering.” Dick bit his lip, eyeing you. “I wish you would have called me if you were in so much trouble.” 

You frowned, pausing with a stack of plates in your arms. Jason must have mention it to him. “I was trying to do it on my own, Dick. You know about that.”

“Yeah.” Dick gave you a half-smile. “But we made a pact to always look out for each other.”

You snorted. “That was when you were eleven and I was ten.” 

“Still applies.” He reached over to squeeze your elbow. “Just remember I’m always a call away.”

You rolled your eyes, heart warmed by his words. “This goes both ways, you know. If you need me, I’ll be there.”

Dick nodded, letting his hair fall into his eyes. You set the plates down to brush it away. “For example, if I want cuddles from my niece, you better be there.”

“I’m sure I can make that work for you.” You laughed, hugging him tight. Dick hugged you back, lifting you up. “I missed you, Dick.”

“I missed you too.” You buried your face into his shoulder. “You guys have to stop making me cry.” 

Dick laughed, spinning you around. “Can’t help that.” 

“Careful with the dishes,” Alfred scolded with a smile as he came in with the bowl of mashed potatoes. You and Dick laughed, spinning faster. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so much.

***

Once dinner was done, most of the family left to go out into the city on patrol. You, Alfred, and Damian were the only ones left. Alfred and you wrapped presents on the living room floor while Damian stared at your daughter who was fast sleep in a portable sleeper Alfred had dug out of somewhere. 

Alfred nudged your arm, nodding over to Damian. You smirked over at him. Everyone thought it was odd that Damian didn’t go on patrol with them. You sensed what he stayed for. “Damian, did you want to hold her?” You got to your feet and went over to sit next to him.

“TT,” he huffed, blushing slightly. You picked her up. She whined slightly before settling back down. 

“Hold your arms like mine.” Damian copied you, sitting flat on the floor. “You have to support her head, and hold her close to your chest.” You handed Damian your daughter. He tensed when he felt the little life in his arms. 

“I can feel her heartbeat.” Damian had a shadow of a smile on his lips. 

You smiled and moved back to wrap another present. Damian held her stiffly for a while until eventually he started to rock her. Alfred sneaked a photo of the two. You shared a smile with him, pretending not to watch them. Damian held her until she woke up crying for another meal.

***

You headed upstairs with your daughter in your arms. “I have your old bedroom opened,” Alfred said, following you. 

“Thanks Alfred,” you whispered as you walked down the hall toward your bedroom. It was next to Dick’s old room and across from Bruce’s. Inside was almost untouched except for the fresh sheets and the bassinet in the corner. “Wow, you left it the same.” 

“Well except for a few additions.” Alfred moved over to the bassinet. You went over and gently laid your daughter down inside. “I’ll need more time to open up the nursery.”

“You don’t need to do that, Alfred.” You bit your lip. Guilt haunted you. Everyone was making such an effort for you. “This is enough.”

Alfred took your shoulders and turned you to face him. “Miss (Y/N), let us help you. This is your home. It is open to both of you.” Your lips trembled. Alfred pulled away before you cried again. Stupid hormones. “Now go to sleep.”

“Good night, Alfred.” You watched him go with a stray tear running down your cheek. The relief you felt was endless. No matter what your daughter was going to be taken care of in the best way possible. 

***

“Wake up, (Y/N),” Jason whispered in your ear. You moaned, opening one eye to see your brother smirking at you in the bright morning light. “Breakfast is ready and there are presents downstairs.”

You turned to bury your face into your pillow. “Jay, my daughter was up three times last night, please let me sleep.” 

Suddenly, your blankets were gone and you were scooped up into Jason’s arms. You shrieked, smacking his shoulder. Jason just laughed and carried you out the door. “Wait, my baby.” You reached back toward the room. 

“Cass has her. She picked her up before I woke you up.” Jason carried you downstairs. You relaxed, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Then I forgive you.” You kissed his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Jay.”

“Merry Christmas, sis.” Jason brought you to the kitchen and sat you down at the breakfast table where the rest of the family was waiting. You searched for your daughter, relaxing when you saw Tim had her. “Can we eat now?” Jason asked, taking the seat next to you.

“Now we may.” Alfred set a giant plate of waffles in the center of the table. “Merry Christmas.”

Everyone dug in. You filled your plate and looked around the table. It felt so strange to be home, surrounded by family. You glanced at your daughter who was passed back to Bruce. He rocked her and met your eye. You smiled back at him, glad you took that chance to reconnect with him. Taking a bite from your plate, you sighed and were thankful for everything this family could give you and your daughter. 

[erwinsvow]

𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

summary: zeke knows it’s wrong. you know it’s wrong. yet something always brings you back to your step-dad when your mom’s not around.

warnings: step-cest, manipulation, infidelity, mommy issues, zeke is the devil incarnate and reader is an angel (figuratively.. for now), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, dacryphilia, daddy kink, praise kink, rough sex, creampie, you've been warned!

author's note: lord knows how long i've been thinking about this one. zeke fuckers, this one is for you. tagging @colossalnova ! hope everyone likes it!

“It must be so nice to have such a good daughter to take care of you,” Mr. Ksaver comments without a second thought, as you head towards the kitchen to get two cups of coffee for Zeke and his friend. Your lips turn up into a pleased smile as soon as you hear the words, delighted with the praise from someone so close to your step-father.

Zeke makes an effort to hide the smirk that comes to him so naturally, because if only Mr. Ksaver knew just how good of a daughter you were for him. But that’s a conversation for another day, he finally decides, turning back to his guest with a smile.

“Step-daughter,” he corrects with the most genuine look he can muster. He could fool a priest with that aura of ingenuity that he gives off without any effort, because after all, that’s how he had gotten you into this position in the first place.

Mr. Ksaver beams back at him, his close friend still completely in the dark.

“Oh, of course, but you two could fool anyone. Say, where’s your wife? I haven’t seen her in a while..” Tom trails off, and Zeke is glad for it. He doesn’t like talking about your mother, his new wife, if he can help it. Business trips and commitments at the salon kept much of her time occupied, leaving only brief interactions with you two, her so-called family. It didn’t take long for him to realize she had been this way most of your life, an absent parental figure since the departure of your father. As cruel as it was, he could easily see why you were the way you were.

Zeke thought you were a lot of things. Pretty was at the top of the list, along with innocent and insecure, but the biggest quality he could see in you, the one that just screamed out at him ever since that first time he had laid eyes on you, was people-pleaser.

It was so apparent in everything you did, from the modest way you dressed to the try-hard behavior you exhibited with teachers and your friends’ parents. He recognized quickly it was because your mother didn’t acknowledge any of it, not the dinners you made for the three of you or the sweet, thoughtful gifts and flowers on special occasions.

It was actually on Mother’s Day the previous year when he had been able to get you alone for the first time. The then-new Mrs. Yeager had booked a full day at the spa as a treat for herself, even though she barely had an ounce of motherly qualities in her body. She had tossed aside the bouquet you had gifted her with, skimmed the card with your sweet, handwritten note, and rolled her eyes at your own watery ones after seeing just how little she cared about this holiday that was meant for you both to celebrate.

After she had left, Zeke had knocked on your door tentatively. It was wrong of him to be as gleeful as he was on the inside, but he’d been waiting for a moment like this for the last several months. He even let twenty minutes pass before coming up to your room to make sure he would get you teary-eyed and upset, just how he wanted.

Any other girl might have told her new step-father to fuck right off, given that he had done nothing to defend you or ask your mother to be kinder towards you, but not you. Ever the people-pleaser, you wiped away your tears with the sleeves of the cardigan you’d been wearing all day, fixed yourself from the position you had been in while weeping on your bed, and told him to come in.

Zeke was fucked the minute he saw you sitting there, dressed purely like an angel in a sundress that had ridden up in your distress and with tear-lidden eyelashes blinking slowly at him. The redness of your nose and cheeks, mixed with how your hair was just a little messed up and your hiccuping whimpers painted an entirely different picture for him. At first, it had just been a game, just to see how long it would take him to seduce his new wife’s daughter, but now it was something else altogether.

But it’s the first sentence you say to him, alone in the house without your wretched mother for the first time, that breaks him.

“S-Sorry Zeke. I didn’t want to eat after that, but I can go get everything ready again for you.” For him. Your mother’s cold behavior had you crying your eyes out before noon, and yet you were still concerned about the lunch you had prepared and if he wanted to eat.

It made his heart burn in a lecherous way, with thoughts in his head about why he hadn’t married you instead of her.

“That’s okay, honey, don’t worry about me. I came to check up on you.” He’s holding up the facade well, he thinks, closing the door gently behind him and hearing the click of the latch. He’s only been in your room a handful of times, and for most of those occasions, you hadn’t been there, so he couldn’t act too comfortable. His eyes roamed around the space, taking in the sweet scent of your perfume that lingered on every object and shoving his hands into his pockets to seem as unassuming as possible.

You wipe away a stray tear, blinking quickly and looking back at him with big eyes. Damn your eyes, honestly, because he knows he doesn’t stand a chance against them, especially when they’re so watery like that.

“Check up on me?” you let out in a soft voice. It’s adorable, honestly, how you think your new step-father would be just like your mother and not care about you at all. You’re not used to this kind of affection from anyone besides your friends from school, and even they don’t know about the reality of your home life. You don’t know what it’s like to have a parent check up on you, to have them want to make sure you’re okay, and suddenly you can feel your face burning with heat at the realization that you and Zeke are all alone in your bedroom.

Zeke is handsome according to anyone’s standards, but for some reason, you can never tear your eyes away from him when he doesn’t know you’re looking. He’s old enough to be your father—your real father, that is—but that doesn’t stop you. You always find yourself staring at his golden locks that shine especially bright when he’s in the sun after his daily run, when you’re watering your garden and your mother isn’t home from work yet. Or when he’s just left the shower and every part of his body is dripping wet, walking back to his bedroom and you catch a glimpse through your open door.

It’s easy to think of him as off-limits, though, since you would never hurt your mother like that. She doesn’t show you affection, or care about you like how your friends’ mothers care for them, but she’s still your mom. Nothing would ever justify betraying her like this, by having these illicit thoughts about your step-father. So you make sure you stop staring, avoid being alone with him as much as you can and create excuses to get out of spending time with him, but you don’t think any of that is really working.

Because now, with Zeke in your bedroom and the sleeves of your cardigan wet with far too many tears, you don’t really care if this is wrong. All you care about is how Zeke is inching closer to your bed with every step.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I wanted to make sure you were okay after all that. It’s not easy, I know,” he says in such a soothing tone that you feel yourself getting lost in the daze of it.

“You know?” you question again, wondering if Zeke could really relate to you. You had always felt like such an outcast, the poor girl nobody loved or wanted, without any love in her life at all.

“Uh-huh, I know. I really hate that your mother won’t treat you better, but you know her, she’s not gonna change,” he watches your nodding face and resigned expression. “Can I-?” he motions to the space next to you on the bed.

“Oh, sure, please,” you say quickly, moving yourself over a bit and making room for him, dress exposing even more of the soft skin of your legs now. He tries not to stare, and every part of him wants to put a hand on your thigh and stroke softly, but he doesn’t want to scare you off. Not yet. He’ll take his time.

“Thank you for saying that.” Your voice is so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it.

“Of course. I mean, you are my daughter now, aren’t you?” He’s pushing his luck, but oh well. “I guess… it’s sort of my responsibility to take care of you, right?”

He sees your eyes widen a little, probably a million thoughts running through your little head. You’re so used to being alone, not having anyone’s affection, that a few simple words from Zeke have you fucked. Probably feeling the same way he is in this moment, eager and affectionate and ready. You find yourself nodding at his sweet words.

Any other day, you might have doubted the sincerity of what he was feeding you, but your mind was already a little fuzzy from the interaction with your mother. You still don’t know why you had gotten your hopes up so much, when it always led to disappointment in the end. You wish you could go back and warn yourself not to expect so much from your mother, who was almost as absent a parental figure as your father.

In that moment, Zeke’s kind words and welcoming arms didn’t seem so bad. You could only imagine that he felt the same way you did, as you doubted your mother was being a good wife to him from the interactions you observed.

“I…” you begin, but trail off when you notice the way Zeke’s eyes are looking at you. You almost instinctively lean back and away from him, like a lamb avoiding a predator, when you focus on how he’s much too close to you.

You’re entirely overwhelmed by his piercing, concerned gaze and the uncomfortable heat you feel between your thighs—your throat runs dry and you know it’s not from the crying. You think he must notice it too, with the way he leans forward, one more movement from him and you’d be trapped between Zeke’s broad figure and your bed.

He supposes that was the make-or-break moment in this little dalliance between you two. In that moment, had you been uncertain or asked him to leave, he would have listened to you and likely never bothered you again. All the same, he knew you wouldn’t.

You look back fondly on that Mother’s Day, the day you gave yourself over to Zeke without the slightest bit of regret. Your mother had returned home later that night, with nails and hair freshly done, acting as though there could have been no better way to spend Mother’s Day. She walked right past you sitting on the couch with Zeke, ignoring his tousled hair and your swollen lips.

Since then, it had been a fun sort of game. You felt guilty, of course, but nothing could compare to the thrill of the secret you had with Zeke, just for you two and no one else. He was more adventurous than you, always sneaking kisses and lingering touches when your mother was just a room away, fucking you roughly with a hand clasped over your mouth while she was on a conference call in her office down the hall.

Over time, you felt yourself becoming adventurous too. You had never done anything like this before, anything remotely bad or wrong, and it was safe to say that you were sinking further and further into the pit of corruption that Zeke had created.

Which is how you ended up here today.

You brought back two steaming cups of coffee on a platter to the living room, setting them down and mixing in cream and sugar for Zeke’s. You hand the cup to him with a sweet smile, and he takes a sip contentedly.

“Just perfect, like always.” The praise makes you smile widely, cheeks feeling warm despite the fact that you had a guest.

“How do you take your coffee, Mr. Ksaver?” you ask politely, as the elderly man laughs and takes the cup into his hand.

“Just plain black, thank you. I never had a taste for sweet things, like Zeke does.” If only he knew.

You smile again and bid goodbye, taking the tray with you as you leave and heading back to your room. You knew Zeke would be up as soon as he was done, since your mother was still out and you had precious time together, all alone.

As soon as you heard the front door close, and the sound of ignition starting from outside your window, you were alert. You could hear Zeke’s footsteps coming up the staircase, eagerly anticipating him this time.

He doesn’t knock anymore, letting himself in and closing the door gently behind him, as always. You hear the lock click quietly.

“Daddy,” you mumble from your place on your bed. You’re lying against the pillows now, fully on display for him in his favorite dress and already wet at the thought of what he would do to you once he got you alone.

“Yes, honey?” He says, in a tone that’s sincere and mocking at the same time. He’s still by the door, not coming in further like you want him to. He wants you to use your words.

“You said once we were alone..”

“Once we were alone, what? That I’d play with you?” You nod dumbly at his words. He inches closer to you, but still entirely too far away for your liking.

“I want you, Daddy. We only have a little bit before she gets back,” and you know you’re in for it now.

“Oh, is that so? We only have a little time?” Before you can process it, Zeke is hovering above you, a firm hand on your wetness teasing you and making you cry out at the sudden pressure. His hand moves slowly, just barely grazing your clothed clit and you whimper. “Let me tell you something, baby,” he whispers right next to your ear. “I’ll take as much time with you as I want, no matter who else is in this house. You got that?”

You let out a strangled moan at his words, knowing the effect they have on you and the uncomfortable wetness between your legs becoming even more prominent. You could swear that he can see how wet you are, even with your panties still on, and you desperately jerk up onto his hand to get some, any, contact.

“D-daddy, please! I-” you break off into another moan as he rubs your clit firmly. You’re not even sure when he took your panties off, but you can feel two of his fingers prodding at your slit, just waiting as he continues his work.

“Does that feel good, baby? Use your words,” he says, teasing you despite how badly you want him to stop and just be inside you already. Another strange feeling bubbles in your chest, knowing that your mother would be home soon and could be pulling into the driveway right now. You can hardly focus on those thoughts though, letting out a loud squeal when Zeke pushes two fingers into your soaking wetness, stopping at his knuckles.

“Oh god, Daddy, that feels so good, please, please keep going-” the rest of your words disappear as he pushes his thick fingers completely in, marveling at the way you’re so stretched out around them.

“Good girl, baby, you’re doing so well.” You keen at the praise, moaning loudly as he continues fingering you, scissoring his digits inside you and getting you prepared for his cock. He knows he’s on a time limit too, but he’ll be damned if he lets that rush him. No, he needs to take his time with you.

Every time he feels the tightness of your hole, it takes him back to that first time, and he refuses to hurry up.

His thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out quickly, filling the room with a lewd squelching noise, have you seeing stars before long. Every time Zeke touches you, you wonder how you went so long without it. Your own actions when you touch yourself are nothing compared to his anymore. He’s got you so dependent on him, so reliant that you barely want to cum by yourself anymore.

He slows his actions just for a second, just to pull down the front of your sundress and reveal your tits to him. Zeke increases his speed as he latches his mouth around your hardening nipple, flicking with his tongue and taking the pebbled bud between his teeth, tugging slightly and making you cry out as it suddenly becomes too much to handle.

You’re succumbing to the orgasm before you even know it, waves of pleasure washing over your body as the knot in your stomach finally releases and fills your core with heat.

“Good girl, baby, cum for Daddy now,” he says from his place on your chest.

“Daddy! Daddy, I-! Oh!” You know how pathetic you must sound, screaming and moaning helplessly as Zeke doesn’t let up on his actions. You finally put your hand on top of his and make him look up, into your eyes, and press his lips to yours.

A sloppy, hot kiss in the aftermath of your orgasm has you shaking under his grip, entire body feeling hot and sweaty. He pushes his fingers, slick with your wetness, to your lips and you open without any request for him, sucking and rolling your tongue over the digits until they’re all clean.

“Good girl,” he breathes into your neck, whether he places more sloppy kisses. “You ready for Daddy to fuck you?”

You nod meekly, moaning loudly as you feel Zeke align himself with your slit, and letting out a high-pitched squeal when he pushes himself into you entirely. You choke on your breath at the sudden feeling of fullness, completely ignoring the way Zeke’s focus seems to be on something else.

Perfect timing, he thinks to himself, hearing the car pull into the driveway and knowing his dear wife had arrived home. He was too deep inside of you to care, though.

Zeke pulled his hips back slowly, wanting you to feel every inch of him, and then slammed them down harshly. For every motion of his hips, you released a loud, obscene moan, babbling on without making any sense at all as Zeke fucked you.

All you could process were Zeke’s reassuring praises, calling you a good girl as he continued at a brutal pace, fucking you so hard you couldn’t figure out where you stopped and he began.

He picked up the pace and the angle of his cock stretched you out so perfectly, he was hitting against your clit with every thrust and you could swear you were seeing stars again, so close to the edge and screaming out for him, when he clasps a hand over your mouth quickly.

You reacted with a jolt, unsure of why he suddenly silenced you when he placed a kiss right next to your ear, whispering quietly.

“Looks like she’s home. Be quiet for Daddy, okay, baby?” Your eyes widen in panic, flustered with shame and another feeling you can’t put together when Zeke goes back to his quick pace, fucking you rapidly and giving your clit the contact you so desperately needed. You cum again with a stifled, broken noise leaving your mouth and your body jerking up against his, the hand that wasn’t covering your mouth holding you down in place. You feel yourself clench down on his cock, as he rides you through it, thrusting in and out and doing nothing to stop the vulgar noises that fill the room.

You can hear it now—the steps of your mother coming into the house, and probably up the stairs to her office soon enough. Your heavy breathing coupled with Zeke’s grunts are the only sound left as his hips stutter and you feel hot ropes of cum shoot inside you, filling you up. Zeke finally comes to a halt, pressing a kiss to your lips as you hear your mother walk right outside your door, talking to someone on the phone.

Your panicked eyes meet his perfectly calm ones, a devilish smirk playing at his lips as you hear the steps halt and then continue again, walking by your room as though you didn’t even exist.

You release a sigh, Zeke pressing another kiss to you that you return eagerly.

“Good girl. Now clean up while Daddy goes and deals with her.”

You feel suddenly emptier, lighter as Zeke lifts his weight off of you and adjusts his clothes. You sit back up slowly, careful to not make an even bigger mess and ruin your dress, as Zeke grabs your panties off the floor and hands them to you with a smile. You pull them up, fixing your dress and realizing that you need to run a brush through your hair before you see your mother again.

Zeke unlocks the door and leaves with one last smile gracing his face, as you sit up and feel remnants of your encounter inside you.

Moments later, your mother walks by and glances at your open door, which was locked before. She pushes it open, taking a look at you on the bed. You’re certain you look like a mess, hair disheveled and sweat on your body, with limbs feeling like jelly.

“Hi, mom,” you greet, with the most false enthusiasm you can muster. “What is it?” She looks at you coldly, almost as if she knew something was going on and couldn’t quite place it.

“Clean yourself up, honey, Uncle Eren is coming over for the weekend.”

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Family Torment- Bill Weasley (2)

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Reader

Characters: Bill Weasley, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad: “one with bill Weasley where the reader is a muggle and it's her first Christmas with the Weasley’s and they try to cover the magic, but she already knows”

Word Count: 956

Author: Hannah

Christmas morning, as planned, Bill drove the two of you to the Burrow. He could’ve apparated but you weren’t prepared for that kind of sensation, and as Bill said yesterday his family still didn’t know that you knew about magic.

Bill turned to smile at you as he pulled up outside the rather strange but cosy looking house. “This is your last chance,” he joked. “We can turn around now and save you from all the madness.”

You rolled your eyes and then kissed him gently, his hand going to the back of your neck. “We’re doing this,” you stated when you pulled away. “And we’re going to have a very merry Christmas.”

He laughed but conceded, getting out of the car and then coming to open the door for you too. “They’re all staring out of the windows,” he whispered in your ear as he shut the car door.

Glancing over to the house you realised that Bill was right, you saw his whole family crammed in front of different windows staring at the two of you, but they quickly scattered when they realised they had been caught – apart from two of them, the ones you recognised as Fred and George from Bill’s pictures, they had identical smirks on their faces as you smiled at them.

Bill grabbed the gifts you’d bought out of the boot and then took your hand to lead you to the front door, he didn’t knock as he knew everyone had seen you both already.

Everyone tried to look busy as you both walked in, as if they weren’t all being completely nosey. You scanned the room and saw that it all looked completely normal; no moving pictures like in Bill’s living room, no magical books like Bill’s curse breaking ones that he let you rea, it was clear that they had tried hard to seem like a muggle family.

“Merry Christmas everyone!” Bill announced as he went to put the presents under the tree. “This is Y/N,” he introduced you and went to hang your coat up for you.

“Thank you for having me,” you told Molly, who smiled at you. “It’s really lovely of you to open your home to me on a holiday.”

Molly looked like she was about to cry as she pulled you into a big bear hug. “Oh, it’s so lovely to meet you dear,” she hugged you tighter as she spoke. “I’m so glad Bill has finally brought someone home.”

Bill groaned at the pointed look from his mother and stole you back from her. “I don’t think I gave him much of an option if I’m honest,” you joked, thinking of when you first met Bill.

All of Bill’s siblings now looked intrigued, Ginny dragged you to the sofas and got you to sit down with her. “Tell us everything!”

You laughed, watching Bill come over to sit on the floor in front of you. “Well, I was going for coffee in the middle of one of my lecture breaks and it was so packed in there,” you didn’t miss the confusion on their faces when you mentioned lectures. “Bill was sat at the only table left with a spare seat, reading a really weird book that he’s yet to tell me what it is,” that was a lie, it was a curse breaking book and you loved reading it. “I went over to him and asked if he minded me sitting with him, he said no and so I sat down, it really wasn’t all that exciting.”

Bill turned his head to kiss your palm as you were playing with his hair. “I wasn’t going to say no to a beautiful girl asking to sit opposite me, was I?”

You shrugged but smiled anyway. “You never know, maybe I wasn’t your type.”

It was Ron that laughed and then spoke up. “Yeah, for us wizards a muggle isn’t always our type.”

Everyone gasped at what Ron said, even though you knew hadn’t realised what he’d said you couldn’t help but laugh and so the Bill’s family turned to you with wide eyes. “Yes I know Ron, a muggle isn’t the easiest person to date, especially with that whole statute shit in place.”

The whole room looked shocked whilst Bill looked smug. “She’s known for over a month,” he admitted. “I didn’t want to write it in a letter just in case.”

“I apologise that you all went to such trouble,” you smiled over at Molly as you spoke. “I understand that you all had no choice, and that you are all so accepting of Bill bringing me round because it’s such a big part of yourselves to hide.”

Bill smiled up at you, but Molly was shaking her head. “There is nothing for you to apologise for dear, if Bill has chosen you to be in his life then we want to welcome you.”

Her words made you blush, and Bill rested his head against your leg as everyone fell into comfortable chatter. And you noticed that what was previously a normal seeming living room, now had everything magical bustling about.

As you were taking everything in, you didn’t notice the others moving to get presents and Bill moving to sit next to you on the sofa.

He pulled you into his side, which jolted you out of your thoughts. “When did you get there?”

Chuckling, he passed you all the presents that had your name on them. “It’s present time love.”

You looked down at all the presents in your lap and felt your heart warm. “These are all for me?” you asked in surprise.

“Of course, they are love,” Bill placed a few more into your pile. “You’re family.”

[blu-joons]

When Their Families Worry About Them Dating A Foreigner ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

When his parents mentioned to him that they were worried about your future together, Jin couldn’t help but sigh. He knew what he was getting into when he decided to date you, even if you lived on the other side of the world.

His eyes glanced across at them both as they spoke, “we’re making things work as best as we can, and that’s what is important.”

“Where is she now?” His mum asked.

“At home,” Jin responded, knowing exactly what point they were trying to make. “She’s flying back over next week, it’s not like we’re ever apart for too long.”

His father’s head nodded, “what do you do when the two of you decide that you want to settle down.”

“That’s something that we can think of in the future.”

“But what if you leave Korea?” His mother asked anxiously, “do you really think that you could see yourself leaving for Korea and living in a different country.”

“I’d do it for Y/N,” he assured them both, “I know you worry, but I’m going to follow my heart, wherever it is that it takes me.”

They glanced between each other before looking back across at him, “we just don’t want you to regret this or get too far into things.”

“I’m regretting nothing, I promise you.”

Yoongi:

Your first meeting with his family had gone far from well, they were sceptical and concerned to say the least about how the two of you would ever be able to last. Especially when you could barely say two words to them.

Once you left the table, they were quick to voice their concerns. “How are we ever going to build a relationship with Y/N?”

“She can barely say a word,” his dad added.

“She’s learning,” Yoongi quickly spoke, shutting his parents down, “you can’t expect her to speak Korean overnight, but she’s making the effort to impress you both.

A sigh came from his mother, “what if she doesn’t learn it and doesn’t want to be here anymore?”

“That’s not how she feels right now, she’s happy.”

“What does she think of us?” His father then asked him, leaning forwards against the dining table, “does she think that we’re nice people.”

“She understands that there is a language barrier,” he admitted, “but she’s hoping you guys will make as much effort with her as she is with you.”

They both nodded back at him, “we want to get to know her, but it’s proving difficult right now when she’s not Korean.”

“Just give it time, and she’ll prove you both wrong.”

Hoseok:

When his family first heard about you from Hobi, they instantly began to worry. They were a close family, and Hobi obliged his parents every word, but now that you were around, they began to wonder how things would change.

One evening when they had him alone, they finally spoke their concerns. “Do you think that you’ll leave Seoul? Even Korea.”

“I don’t right now,” he honestly answered.

“This is your home,” his dad pointed out to him, “you’ve spent all of your life in Korea, we won’t ever get to see you if you move abroad and be with Y/N.”

Hobi shrugged back at them, “we don’t know where we’ll settle yet, but this will be hard on Y/N too.”

“What exactly do her family think about this?”

“They’re supportive,” Hobi clarified immediately, “her family always said they’d come out and visit if we decided that Seoul would be the place for us.”

“We’d come and visit you too,” his mother defended, not wanting to be lesser than your family, “but we’d miss you a lot.”

Hobi nodded, understanding their feelings, “you’ve gone months without seeing me before, if you had to do it again, you’d be alright.”

“I’d much prefer to have you home for a while instead.”

Namjoon:

His parents had always been supportive of the two of you, until the first discussions of marriage came about. You had always been open about having a wedding in your home country too, which wasn’t quit the dream of his parents.

Their expressions said everything as to how they felt, “will you guys bail on a Korean wedding, because that’s important.”

“Not at all,” you quickly spoke up.

“We can do both,” Namjoon assured the two of them, taking a hold of your hand, “we want to be inclusive of both our families and our cultures as well.”

His mother smiled weakly, “we can help you organise everything for when you’re in Korea to marry.”

“We can organise it all, we won’t forget anything.”

“There’s a lot that comes with it,” his mother reminded him, as Namjoon nodded, trying to stop her worrying yet again. “It’s not what Y/N is used to.”

“I’ve told her about it,” Namjoon interjected, “just please stop worrying that we’re not going to follow Korean customs too.”

Her head slowly nodded as Namjoon’s father spoke up, “you both just need to do something for both of your homes and families.”

“And we will, you really don’t have to worry.”

Jimin:

Pushing the door open of the arena, everyone was surprised when you walked through the door. Jimin raced over to you as his parents both remained on the sofa, stunned that you had made an appearance at his concert.

His eyes studied you closely, “what are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming over to Korea?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” you chuckled.

“Mum and dad were convinced you wouldn’t make it,” he quickly spoke, glancing across at their guilty expressions. “I told you that Y/N would make the effort for me.”

His mother frowned, “we didn’t think she’d make the effort to travel so far just for you and a show.”

“Of course, I would. I wanted to be able to support him.”

“I’m impressed that you went to so much effort for our son,” his father then spoke up, taking you by surprise. “That means a lot that you came all of this way.”

“I always told you that it wouldn’t matter where I was in the world, I’d support your son,” you pointed out to them.”

Their heads both nodded together, “maybe we were a little doubtful that Y/N wasn’t Korean without giving her a fair chance.”

“I think you should trust in Y/N a lot more, both of you.”

Taehyung:

You sat back as Taehyung’s parents both lectured him about dating you and how his focus had to be on work. You were terrified as you listened to them talk, almost as if you weren’t in the room with them at all.

Your eyes rolled as his mother spoke, “travelling to visit a foreigner is going to take so much time out of your schedule.”

“I know, but it’s worth it,” he assured them.

“How?” His father then added, “you’re busy enough as you are, to have to spend extra time flying and travelling is really going to take it out of you.”

Taehyung’s head shook, “it’s already what I’ve done for years, a few more air miles is nothing.”

“Is this really something that you think you can make work?”

“Of course,” Taehyung smiled, reaching across to take a hold of your hand, “it doesn’t matter to me that Y/N isn’t Korean, we can find a balance between the two of us.”

“Is this something you agree with Y/N?” His mother asked, letting go of a gentle sigh as your head nodded back at them.

You weren’t quite sure where to look as you spoke, “I’m not going to bother Taehyung anymore than a Korean would, I promise you.”

“We trust you both, let’s see what happens.”

Jungkook:

When the invite came to stay for Chuseok, you were beyond surprised. Jungkook’s family had expressed a lot of concerns about you, but they saw that Jungkook was happy, and they wanted to make the effort too.

As you arrived at their house, his mother quickly took a hold of your hand. “I can tell you all about what we do for Chuseok Y/N.”

“I do know about it,” you smiled.

“Mum,” Jungkook warned from behind you, “Y/N knows about Chuseok, just because she’s not Korean. I’ve told her all about it, you don’t need to explain.”

Her eyes looked across to you, “sorry, I just didn’t think that she’d know much about our holidays.”

“I’ve taught her everything she needs to know.”

“I appreciate the effort,” you assured her with a soft smile, “but I’ve done a lot of research so that I can make sure that I impressed all of you guys.”

“Oh,” she stuttered, looking around the room, “I’d even prepared a small video to show you a little more about what we do.”

Jungkook appeared beside her, throwing his arm around her shoulder, “the effort is appreciated mum, but Y/N’s foreign, not alien.”

“I know, I just wanted to help, that’s all.”

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Masterlist

[my-life-literally]

Sometimes I think it is easier to remember him as a healthy, good-hearted, hard-working man who just got so hurt. And the reason why we are not together is because of his work schedule. Not because he could do things like pull over in the middle of the highway and leave me in the car to go for a walk because I was upset that he defended/protected his racist brother in law just moments before at a lunch where I met his mother her husband for the first time. Or yell at me in the car, “so when do I get the benefit of the doubt? Are you even ok with this?” Pointing to his arm. 

I looked at his mother’s and sister’s Facebook post, and they’re all on vacation together. I am happy for him. He has this family that is together. But I can’t help but think of my own fractured family. My estranged sister. How everyone hates my mother. How my mother has done decades of work to earn that dislike. And I wonder...what keeps families together? Even my sister found a family. To do things with. To go to births, birthday’s and holiday things with. To go camping with and that love her. She can just reinvent herself, and they love her so much. 

I am glad to see him with his family. I hope he feels happy and loved. I even saw him in a picture of him and his smiling, racist brother-in-law. They had their arms around each other. I guess with some white people, racism isn’t a deal breaker. And neither is family. I get it. I am not even mad. I am just relieved and sad. Relieved because they’re not my people. And sad because, I feel like I am no fun. I am too quiet about the right things, and not quiet enough about the wrong things. 

Last year he asked me to go with them. I absolutely couldn’t because as a selling-point he told me that his family is protected because the Mexican government and local cartels had struck an understanding not to disturb white tourists in that area, so not to worry because “white people are safe.” What is it like to enjoy that type of privilege? To know that you can walk alone at night, and have an idea that more powerful groups than you, will protect you. To feel so safe in the world. A holiday to enjoy his white privilege. And to be so aware of it. I remember I said, “well, I’m not white....so...” And he said, “aww don’t worry.” 

Sometimes it’s easier to think of myself as being the wrong type of girl for him and myself as a “no-fun,” “boring” person, than to remember that one time at the mall, he mentioned how his Uncle and his Uncle’s girlfriend were telling him how when they went to Mexico, they were touched that the people in the town began going door-to-door and singing Christmas songs, and people would come out of their houses and the town would end up in the church for Midnight Mass. And his Uncle said, “Even though they don’t have wealth, they have culture. Isn’t that great?” And I rolled my eyes and was like this is such a classic western view of poverty in tropical places. And we talked a bit how there is culture here, etc. And we agreed that culture here is “crappy” but the truth is, I think culture here is complex - good and bad, but he said, “even when white people take your side, you’re still not happy. My Uncle said culture here sucks. And that they are better over there.” And that totally wasn’t my point. To him, I am just no fun, and I can see that if I kept thinking then I would be seen as too much, and always negative. -Which I think a lot of white people think. But we just see reality, and layers. When they just get to be white, and smile upon the world, and the world smiles back. And if they don’t then they’re “weirdos,” or “difficult.” I don’t get how he thinks these governments and cartels are controlled by whiteness, and that the biggest threat to him is me?

Sometimes it’s easier to just remember him well. As a good and happy man. Who didn’t yell at me because when he told me he wanted to get a gun to prepare for conscription and nuclear fall-out, I asked him where that was all coming from, and he told me that I “didn’t understand the rules of engagement.” 

He is really handsome. And sometimes it’s easier to smile and think, wow I can’t believe a guy that good-looking liked me. He doesn’t know my personal history of dorkiness. He just looks so happy and harmless and strong, just like I remember. 

Sometimes it’s just easier to not remember all the sexist things he said. That felt like he was lying to me. And that I think he really hated me. How can he hate women so much, and like his mom so much? And hate his mom so much? It’s easier to remember his story about how him and his four buddies stopped a sexual assault in an alley one night, and why couldn’t women appreciate their allies more?

Sometimes it’s easier to think of him and a confident guy who was in a terrible predicament with a toxic, alcoholic ex and was helplessly trapped in a separation and was just doing his best to pick up the pieces of his heart. Sometimes it’s easier to think, paperwork really is “just paperwork.” 

Sometimes it is easier to just think that I was the ungrateful one. I am too political. I am too dissatisfied. I am too strict. I am too demanding. Than to think that this handsome, smiling, hard-working guy has a single flaw.

I remember I was much stronger when I was younger. I would cut guys off the minute I saw some bullshit. I think S really changed me. That was the first guy whose logic and behaviour I couldn’t comprehend, and spent the longest time trying to understand. But lately I feel like all the realizations about love in my family have just undercut me. I think something is wrong with me. I know what good treatment is (I think), but I also feel like I will give a guy a chance to be kind to me.

I had a thought, that he doesn’t have me, and he doesn’t have his ex-wife either. And she was beautiful and I bet she was fun. I wonder if he misses her when he goes there. Sometimes it is easier to think that he misses her, misses their good times together. Maybe everything he said about her was true. Maybe he misses the healthy version of her, the way I miss the healthy version of him.

Anyway. Even though my heart started pounding, and I heard blood behind my ears when I saw those pictures, I was happy for him. I am so happy he is with his happy, laughing family. They’re not strict, they think strippers are funny, they don’t mind if there is a racist in the family. They’re relaxed and fun and hilarious and loving. And he looked happy. And between my heart and sternum, I felt relief. And that made me smile.

I think I keep looking at things because I want to brace myself for something. Or make sure I can handle something. Or know that it doesn’t effect me. It effects me less than it did months ago....so that’s good. I guess I am just curious about this life I could have participated in. He just really hurt my feelings. I hurt is feelings too. And I am sorry for my part. There are some situations where I wished I said things differently. I wish I broke up with him sooner. I wish I trusted myself more. 

One day I will look and only feel relief. No sadness. One day I will look and not feel anything. No missing. No confusion. Nothing. One day I will not want to look and not look at all.