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mrwavellswaps · 4 months

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Step-Bro Switch Up! (Re-Upload)

Instead of a new story this week I’ve decided to re-upload an old favourite instead. As some of you may or may not know, the original version was completely wiped from the surface of the internet by Tumblr to the point where there wasn’t even a trace of its existence. I wasn’t even notified of this when it happened which feels like it’s own separate issue considering it was my biggest ever story but I digress. I thought that now might be the appropriate time to re-unleash this story upon the world and allow those who loved the original to enjoy it once again and for those who never got a chance to read the original to discover it for the first time. That said I’m hoping to come out with some new and fresh content very soon but in the meantime I hope you all enjoy this return of an old classic!

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I found myself waking up at 6:30am in the morning which was rather unusual for me but not so much for my body. I soon realised why though as a low rumble came from my stomach. With a sigh I slid out of bed, trying not to wake the other sleeping jock beside me in the process. I didn’t even bother putting on underwear, instead walking to the kitchen buck naked.

I waltzed up to the fridge, opening it up before pulling out a carton of juice. After taking a few huge gulps I lick my lips and let out a deep belch. Next thing I’m rummaging through to see what I can make for breakfast. Had to make sure I kept this big body fed after all. Can’t let all my step-brother’s hard work go to waste. Confused? Well let me start at the beginning…

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A few years back not long after I turned 20 my mom met a guy named Devin who she soon started dating. Pretty big guy with a bearish ex-jock physique. He was 45 at the time so a similar age to my mom and they seemed to get along great. I certainly didn’t mind having some extra dilf eye candy around the house every now and then. I soon learned however that Devin was also a single Dad with a 22 year old son which certainly peaked my interest.

When I first met him I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. He introduced himself as Sam but I was almost too hypnotised by his looks to notice. He was the perfect image of a star college jock with enormous well rounded muscles that bulged under his clothes while standing at an imposing 6’3, practically dwarfing my lean 5’8 frame. And of course he was devilishly handsome too because the hot body wasn’t already enough, even having a great full beard that I was jealous of. I even remember how I had to hide my pulsing boner after he pulled me in for a quick bro hug, his manly scent getting caught in my nostrils.

After that Sam became a frequent part of my jerk off fantasies. Could you blame me? Not only was he the epitome of masculinity but my god did he have an incredible ass. Whenever Sam had his back turned I couldn’t help but have my eyes glued to those massive globes, no doubt stretching whatever pants he was wearing. Honestly I felt truly blessed to be able to spend time around such a man.

Anyway fast forward about two years and my mom had already gotten married to Devin. It was an amazing ceremony but for half of it all I could think about was how me and Sam were now Step-Brothers. We were truly intertwined now. I didn’t think the idea of that would turn me on as much as it did. That fucking hunk, my brother.

Shortly after the wedding however, the roommate Sam had been sharing an apartment with decided to move out and live with his new partner. At first Sam had been considering downsizing to a smaller apartment but when he brought this up I knew this was my chance. I pounced on the opportunity and told him I’d been thinking of moving out for awhile and that it’d be cool to spend some more time with my new brother if he was down for that. To my excitement he actually accepted and the next thing I know I’m moving my stuff out of my moms house and into Sam’s apartment. I was surprised at how clean it all was for the most part. Then again Sam wasn’t your typical dumb jock either, he always seemed very mature and put together.

The two of us got on pretty well living together. We tried to respect each other’s space and chatted a lot as good friends. Luckily I did well to hide my excitement whenever I saw him walking around shirtless, showing off his huge hairy chest, or god forbid only a pair of tight boxer briefs. The day I first saw that was the day I nearly creamed myself on the spot. Oh and while I respected his space when he was around, whenever I was home alone I couldn’t help but give into the devil on my shoulder before rummaging through his room. I tried not to take anything but every time without fail I’d sift through his dirty laundry, pulling out whatever sweaty clothes I could find and relishing in the smell.

For about 6 months that’s how my life was. Living under the same roof as my hot step-bro while trying not to let him see my dirty secret. That is until I found a certain little spell online. Pretty much I’d been searching up some fetishy body swapping stuff online and ended up stumbling across some weird body swapping ritual. Of course I didn’t believe it but the masses of comments on the page claiming it to have worked peaked my interest.

Next thing I know I’m up in the middle of the night waiting until I was certain that Sam was asleep before sneaking into his room. It didn’t take long for me to find the pair of yellow underwear he’d had on that day, giving it a quick sniff before stuffing it in my pocket and retreating back to my room. Once there I was able to start the ritual. I placed the underwear in the middle of a circle I’d drawn on the floor surrounded by candles before chanting some magical phrases that were supposed to enchant them. I can’t tell you how stupid I felt at that moment but I continued on anyway, finishing everything I needed to say before grabbing the underwear again. At that point all I had to do was wear it.

I yanked on Sam’s ‘enchanted’ yellow briefs with the hope that my wish would come true but as I’d expected, nothing happened. With a sigh I cleaned up the mess I’d made with this ritual stuff, feeling like an idiot as I did before heading to bed. I decided to keep Sam’s oversized briefs on though because just wearing them was making me hard even if I was still myself. I remember I’d begun to jack off in them, imagining how hot it’d be to see him wearing them after I’d stained them with my cum. That is until a wave of tiredness swelled across my body and before I knew it I was fast asleep.

It seems I must’ve underestimated that ritual because overnight something truly magical took place. When I awoke I already knew something was off when I noticed my feet hanging off the edge of my bed. I sat up in confusion only to feel much heavier than normal while looking down the bed to see a pair of much larger feet. Next thing I yank off my bed sheets only to find a massive, hairy, muscular body that certainly wasn’t my own.

Right away I was running my hands along the ridges of my abs before grasping the heft of my giant new pecs, loving all the fur as I was previously rather hairless. Jumping out of bed I was quick to discover that my lower body was just as hairy and impressive with huge quads, and impressive calves. And then it started to hit me. I didn’t realise it at first as I’d never seen it from this angle but these giant legs, these bulging arms, these bulbous pecs… they all seemed exactly like Sam’s! I was even still wearing his briefs which now clung tightly to my form as I didn’t fail to notice the familiar bulge in the front. Only… it was my bulge!

At that moment I knew what must’ve happened but my rational mind pleaded that it was impossible. Still I burst out of my room and made a beeline for the bathroom and what I saw in the mirror made me want to cheer, shout and most of all cream my new underwear. I saw none other than the sexy bearded face of my step-brother staring back in disbelief.

As you can imagine I spent the next 20 or so minutes inspecting every inch of my new muscle bound body. I did all sorts of poses to show off my physique in every way, pulled different kinds of weird faces in the mirror, relished in rubbing my hands through the full beard I was never able to grow before. Having the body I’d been lusting over for these past years at my disposal felt like some kind of lucid wet dream. But it was real! From my brother’s handsome face, to his giant muscle ass, to even his fat cock! All mine!

Soon enough I’d yanked off the underwear and started pumping my dick in ecstasy, loving how my hand only just fit the whole way around. Waves of pleasure cascading across my new body as I used my free hand to grope at my hairy pecs, the deep groans I let out only making me hornier. Before I could shoot my new seed however, I heard a scream come from what I can only guess was Sam’s room. Up until now I hadn’t even thought about the real him but judging by that scream I had only one guess as to what’d happened.

Instead of slipping the boxer briefs back on I decided to grab a towel instead and wrap it around my waist. I didn’t want him to think something was up to see me already wearing his clothes after all. With that I turned to the mirror one last time, scanning my face and upper body again with wonder. I still couldn’t get over it.

Upon entering Sam’s room I was somewhat surprised to see an exact copy of myself stood freaking out at his body. I should’ve been expecting it but it was still extremely weird nonetheless. Then, as he saw me stood in the doorway, he went silent. Naturally he was in shock for a good moment or two but as soon as it passed he began shouting a bunch obscenities at me. Demanding who the fuck I was and how I looked like him. He even tried to punch me which I’ll be honest wasn’t all that scary considering I was now twice his size.

Right then I knew I had a few ways I could go about this. I could admit that I caused this to happen, I could tell him that I had no clue how any of it happened, or even pretend to be completely oblivious and act as if I was really Sam. The horny devil on my shoulder told me to rub it in his face that I now had his irresistible jock body and that he was stuck with my unathletic one but I couldn’t. Sure we weren’t super close or anything but he was always friendly towards me and was never a dickhead so I decided to take it easy on him.

I pretended to be just as confused as he was, saying who I really was but not having any idea how this happened. I think I was pretty convincing. We ended up sitting in his room and discussing it for what felt like hours, going over everything that happened last night as Sam tried to comprehend the situation. Of course he only went on and on about finding a way to fix this and I had to pretend as if I cared, trying not to get distracted by my own body. In fact there were multiple points where I had to keep hiding the tent starting to grow under my towel because of how hot it was to look down and see a shelf of muscle sitting on my chest.

Eventually I was able to convince him that we weren’t going to figure this out any time soon so we had to start thinking about how we were going to live each overs lives. As you can imagine he wasn’t all that fond of this idea, protesting it at first but eventually came to see reason. I suggested we should start discussing all the important details we’d need to know but before that I wanted to get some actual clothes on. I had to try not to grin while telling him to get out of my room while I changed. Though I couldn’t help dropping the towel just before he left and showing off the meaty cock and impressive ass he used to have. I caught him glancing back with a look of envy, the very same look I used to give.

Of course getting dressed in Sam’s clothes was an erotic experience in itself. All of these large shirts, pants, briefs and socks that would’ve swamped my former body now fitting me perfectly. I must’ve spent at least 15 minutes or so just trying on different clothes while jerking my cock a little in between until I heard a knock at the door and my former voice asking what the hell was taking so long. With a sigh I tucked my new toy away and waltzed out in what I was currently wearing. A pair of well fitting black shorts and a large pair of black and white socks. I didn’t bother grabbing a shirt since I just couldn’t help but show off this bod. Could you blame me?

When he asked what I’d been doing I simply said I was trying on clothes. He knew there was more to it than that but decided he didn’t really wanna know. Instead we opted to both take a seat in the living room and start discussing things. I told him everything he needed to know about my retail job, which wasn’t a whole lot to be honest, as well as my friend group and what my daily routine was like. Afterwards Sam begrudgingly did the same for me, telling me all about his part time job as a fitness instructor at the local gym and that if we were stuck like this then I’m gonna need to learn how all gym equipment works and fast. He also gave me some inside info on his own friend group as well as walking me through what his football practice is like with the team. Part of me was worried hearing all this as I was beginning to wonder if I could really pull off being Sam but at the same time I was excited beyond belief to get into these social situations and convince people of the new me.

Thankfully it was Sunday so neither of us had a whole lot going on that day which gave us plenty of time to think and adjust without stressing. I spent most of it half naked and I loved catching glimpses of Sam glancing at his former body as I showed it off, even getting a little cocky by flexing every now and then which he didn’t appreciate all that much. Honestly I was surprised at how hungry I was as well and just how much I was able to eat. I mean I guess it made sense since a body this big needs a lot of fuel. Sam helped me a little with my meals though, making sure there was a bunch of protein and healthy calories to make sure I was feeding his body correctly. Later that day he also got me to head out for some cardio which I wasn’t too thrilled about at first but I actually kinda enjoyed it once I got running. I especially enjoyed my new sweaty scent that produced during it, not being able to help sniffing my pits when I got back. Of course Sam told me to go get a shower but before I did I couldn’t help swiftly grabbing him and shoving his face into my musky pits, laughing as he squirmed for a moment before letting him go. I apologised after through my laughter though I couldn’t help but smirk subtly as despite his face looking disgusted, the slight bulge in his pants told another story.

The next day however was when the real challenge started. After breakfast Sam gave me a list of what exercises to do at the gym. I’ll be honest I didn’t know half of them and had to look them up on the way. That walk to the gym however was the first time I noticed the difference in my interactions. Before people wouldn’t pay much mind to me but now as I passed people on the street I’d get some smiling and glancing at me, some giving me an envious once over, others even saying hi to me in a bit of a flirty way. Mostly from girls which even though I was gay I still enjoyed the flattery. Once I was at the gym though, I was in the zone. It’s weird but it was like muscle memory took over. I performed each and every exercise perfectly while loving the pump I was getting. Once again I was having to hide my boner at many points since I couldn’t help but get off to how fucking strong I was now. It did and still does feel absolutely incredible!

Later that day I headed to Sam’s usual football practice with a bunch of his jock friends. Initially I was worried I wouldn’t fit in but I somehow found myself easily slotting into the jockbro mindset and was soon laughing and joking with the boys. It was the same when we started playing, right away it was like my body just moved on its own, knowing exactly what to do and how to play. It was then that I realised I must’ve somehow absorbed a lot of Sam’s skill, know-how and personality when I took his form and I was gradually unlocking it all by putting myself in these situations. Although I don’t think I was playing as well as Sam usually does, not because of a lack of skill but because I was constantly distracted watching all those jock butt’s and bulges squeezed into those football uniforms. Surely at least one of them had to be gay right?

After getting home I found Sam sat on his laptop looking up all sorts of body swapping theory stuff. Of course most of it was fake but he was clearly desperate to get his body back. Sure there might be an off chance he could find the site I used but that a one way transfer according to the spell. Knowing this I told him to not get his hopes up and to just try and make use of the hands we’ve been dealt. As you can imagine he didn’t take that very well at the time.

From then onwards though, I’d say things were pretty easy. I easily convinced my new dad and former mom, now step-mom that I was their good ol hairy jock of a son. I was able to pull off being a fitness instructor with relative ease after going around the gym and using each piece of the equipment to trigger the memories of how to use it properly. I’d convinced all of Sam’s friends inside and outside of the football team that I was him. I’ll say that it took me awhile to fully get used to hearing my new name but whenever I did it was like music to my ears.

I’ve gotta say though, living with the former Sam was more fun than I thought it’d be. I figured it would’ve been weird initially after the switch and that we’d have to go our separate ways but even after just over a week of being Sam I was having so much fun messing with him. For example I almost never wore a shirt around the house, always showing of my huge hairy pecs and whenever I’d catching him staring I’d give a little pec bounce until he looked away in annoyance. I’d frequently pull him in for ‘brohugs’ where I’d either squish him against my chest or trap him under one of my pits until I saw him getting a semi. He’d alway deny having one though which is why I decided to set up a fun little experiment.

Turns out that Ian, one of the other jocks on the football team, was in-fact gay. Wasn’t hard to decipher after noticing his frequent glances at my ass in locker room, not that I can blame him, and how much he blushed when I gave his jock butt a slap after practice. Next thing you know we’re making out under the locker room showers while groping up each overs bodies. It was insane since before I would’ve considered Ian to be light years out of my league but now I had him on his knees with his lips wrapped around my shaft to which I then soon returned the favour. It was here that I got my experiment idea.

Yesterday after practice, I pulled Ian aside and asked him to come back to my place. He was quick to agree and before you know it we were stumbling into mine and Sam’s shared apartment. My former body jumped up off the couch and asked what Ian was doing here. ‘To have some fun’ I believe my response was being making out with Ian in front of him and dragging the other jock back towards Sam’s-well my bedroom. As Ian and I stumbled onto the bed, kissing along each overs bodies as we slowly undressed, I made sure to leave the door open just a crack.

One thing lead to another and before long Ian had his face buried into a pillow as I buried my cock in his ass and I made no attempt to be subtle about, groaning and grunting and my balls smacked against that supple butt. Throughout our amazing fuck session I made sure to keep glancing back at the door and finally I caught exactly what I was waiting for. I saw none other than Sam peeking through the crack in the door and lightly tugging at my former dick. That was all the confirmation I needed that my little bro was just as much of a homo as I was no matter how much he wanted to deny it.

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And that more or less brings us up to the present, waking up early in the morning with Ian fast asleep beside me and being called into the kitchen by my growling stomach. As I searched through the fridge to see what else I could find to satisfy my hunger, I heard a cough coming from behind. Whipping my head around I saw none other than Sam with a judgmental look on his face.

“Don’t gimme that look, you’ve seen all this before.” I say, shaking my hairy ass a little before flexing. Sam rolled his eyes. “No no no don’t act like you don’t love seeing me show off your body, I saw you peeking in on me and Ian last night.”

Sam’s face went bright red. “W-w-what? N-no I didn’t!”

Immediately I shushed him, not wanting to wake Ian before stepping closer. “Oh come on don’t lie, I know you jacked off to it. So what was your favourite bit? The part when you got to see me using your body to pound into another buff dude and fill his ass with your cum? Or the part where you watched Ian totally dominate me afterwards and go to town on your former hairy bubble ass?” By this point Sam was completely speechless knowing that he’d been caught.

With that I lifted up an arm, exposing one of my pits to him but this time I didn’t shove him in it. “Go on, you know you want to. You can try and hide it all you want but you love seeing me show off your body, you love watching me adopt all your little habits, you love watching me slip perfectly into you jocky lifestyle. Just embrace it lil’ bro” He stares at me then at my pit. I could see it in his eyes. Pure lust. And then just as I’d hoped, he gave in to it. I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear as he voluntarily presses his nose into my pit, huffing my musk like a drug. I was even more surprised when he pulled away and immediately dropped to his knees, drooling at the sight of his former cock.

“C…can I suck it?” He asked while grasping it gently in his hand.

“Only if you agree to only address me as Sam from now on, even when we’re alone.” I state looking down at his hungry eyes. He nods in compliance and with that I put a hand on the back of his head and press him down onto my dick, letting him slobber all over it. “But don’t get too used to this. I’m planning on making Ian my boyfriend in the future and I wanna be faithful ya know. So enjoy it while it lasts.”

With that everything has finally fallen into place. The old Sam has finally accepted our new roles, I’ve assumed my new identity perfectly and I might even have a hot new boyfriend soon. My life couldn’t be anymore perfect right now…

#male body theft #male body swap #stepbro #step brothers #brothers #identity theft #male transformation #age progression #straight to gay #musclegrowth #muscle theft #male muscle growth #hairy #jock #magic #permanent

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imbored1201 · 4 months

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Would you be okay okay with writing a pernille x Magda x platonic!reader fic. Maybe sick fic?

Another one with Barca where teen!reader gets sick or injuried

In both reader plays for Sweden so she knows Frido when she joined Barca

Barca’s Sick Teenager

A/n: The Magda and Pernille fic is currently in the works right now. I also have COVID rn, so I’ve been stuck in my room, so sorry if it’s bad, me being in my room all day is driving me crazy right now and I cannot think properly anymore

-There’s also a lot of motherly Alexia with some Olga since Ik you guys love motherly Alexia

Barcelona Femeni x Teen Reader

Warnings: Mentions of throwing up

Word Count: 1,427

Alexia was ready to start her day, dreading the idea of having to wake you because she couldn’t trust you to wake up to your alarm, it was a warning she got from Fridolina. According to her, you never woke up to your alarm when you guys shared a room during camp, but to her surprise you were already up and dressed. "Did you do something?" She asked, and you looked at her confused. "You're only productive like this when you do something wrong."

"I just woke up early and couldn't fall back asleep." Not only did you wake up early, you also threw up. You felt disgusted, so you decided to take a nice, hot shower.

When you got out, you threw up a second time. You're pretty sure the hot shower made everything worse, but it did feel good. Alexia could see something was up, considering you looked a little pale.

"You want me to make you eggs?" She asked you, and you quickly shook your head. Just thinking about food made you want to throw up again.

"I'm not hungry," she gave you a stern stare. "You're not leaving without eating; I'm not going to have my child pass out on the field because she didn't eat; it'll make me seem like a bad mom." You rolled your eyes at that.

Everyone kept calling Alexia your mom; you both hated it. Now she's accepted it and taken on the role.

"Ale, I'm not hungry," you argued again. "Okay, fine, at least eat some grapes or something." You nodded as you grabbed your bag, trying to ignore your headache, which was getting worse.

"Bebita, are you feeling okay?" She asked, noticing the pained expression on your face. You nodded. "Are you sure?" She raised her eyebrows at you. "Yes Ale." She knew that wasn't true, but she also knew you wouldn't admit anything.

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You were starting to regret your decision during the car ride; you were sweating but really cold. You ignored Alexia's complaints about having the heater on.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked again as she parked the car. "I'm fine Ale; you've asked that like 10 times already." She rolled her eyes, and you quickly got out the car and grabbed your bag. She had another meeting today to look at her knee again, so you were walking by yourself to the locker room, which was a really rare sight.

You groaned as you noticed Pina and Patri smirking right when you entered. They were up to something. "Not today," you told them as you walked past them. Now they looked worried too.

"Are you okay? You look like you're about to die," Patri told you as she put an arm around your shoulder. "I'm fine," you told her. "You sure?" Pina asked, and you nodded.

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"You look pale," Pina told you once again. You shoved your shirt into your locker. "Pina, please stop talking." She looked offended at that, but surprisingly listened.

The team kept glancing at each other when they noticed your little mood. "Teenage hormones," Salma shrugged as she patted your head and walked out.

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It seemed like everyone accepted that since they stopped bothering you, but they were worried once again when they saw how you were struggling to keep up with everything.

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You groaned in pain as you fell roughly from Irene's tackle. "You okay Bebe?" She questioned, as she turned you onto your back. You were holding your stomach, tears starting to stream down your face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She was panicking now, thinking she hurt you. You shook your head as you started crying harder. "I don't feel good," you sobbed as Irene felt your forehead. "What's wrong?" Mapi rushed over.

"She doesn't feel good," Irene explained. "She's hot." Mapi put a hand on your cheek, "She's sick." Mapi sighed and helped you sit up. Jona was quick to come over as well; the rest of the team stood by but were quickly sent away for a water break.

"You were training while sick?" He asked, looking like he was about to yell at you for being so reckless. It made you miss Alexia now. "I didn't think it was this bad," you cried out, reaching for Irene, who pulled you into her lap and rubbed your back.

Jona was going to stay more, but he was pulled away by Marta. "She's a teenager; they never tell anyone how they're feeling. Let's just get her rested in time for the game," Marta told him.

"Can you stand?" Marta asked cautiously, and you nodded, but once you tried you got dizzy again and held onto Irene tighter. "Lucy!" Irene yelled, and all of a sudden you were being carried.

"You will never hear the end of this from Alexia," you leaned your head to her shoulder. "Don't start," you muttered, closing your eyes. You were cold, exhausted, and sweaty. A warm shower sounded nice to you again.

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You were so close to sleeping, but it was interrupted when someone put a wet cloth on your forehead. "Leave it," Frido told you, noticing your annoyed expression. "How many people are in this room besides us?" You asked, and Frido looked around for a second. "5", “Don’t tell Magda” Frido thought for a second. “I’m not because she’ll call me a bad babysitter”

"Donde esta?!" You heard Alexia shout. "Make that 6," she gave you a sympathetic look and quickly moved out of Alexia's way as she stormed to you two.

"This has got to be the dumbest thing you've done," she muttered as she grabbed the medicine and granola bar from Lucy. "Eat and take this after. Then we're getting you home and your bed ridden until your for sure better."

"What about training?" Her glare was enough of an answer for you. You saw Lucy holding in her laugh. "Kid, if you want to make it to the game this weekend, listen to the captain." You nodded and ate your granola bar. When it was time to take your medicine, it didn't go well. You knew Lucy enjoyed it though.

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Safe to say you passed out on the ride back. It was the first time you actually gave Alexia peace.

You only woke up towards the end of the car ride, having occasional cough attacks. Alexia honestly thought she would have to take you to the hospital.

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"Olga!" You shouted happily, she smiled at you and pulled you into a hug, feeling your head. "She went to training sick; she's an actual idiot," Alexia ranted as she put your bag on the ground.

"Alexia, don't call her an idiot," Olga said sternly as she guided you to the couch. "She had Lucy hold me down and suffocate me," you told Olga as you grabbed a blanket. "Alexia!"

"She wouldn't take the medicine," Alexia defended herself. "Doesn't mean you suffocate the poor girl" Olga turned to you. "I'll make soup for you; get some rest," she turned to Alexia. Giving her a dirty look. "She wouldn't open her mouth; holding her nose was the only thing that worked; she even ignored my promises to get her ice cream."

Alexia grabbed another wet cloth before Olga could make another comment. When she came back, you were already dead to the world. Curled up on the sofa, she shook you a bit. "Bebita, you should go to your bed; it'll be comfier."

"To far," you slurred. Alexia sighed and picked you up. She tucked you in bed and put the cloth on your head.

"Sorry for lying," you sleepily mumbled, holding her hand. She gently rubbed your back to put you back to sleep. "It's okay. Get some rest. I'll wake you when the food is done." She leaned down to kiss your cheek and watched as you fell back into a deep sleep.

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Alexia collapsed on the couch next to Olga. "She's asleep"

"You're good with her, even though you look like you want to murder her half the time." "She loves to give me heart attacks, but I love her. She's my kid." Olga gave Alexia a look.

"Our kid," Alexia corrected, finally opening the team group chat. Everyone was asking about you. Marta and Irene even declared they were going later to your guys place to take care of you.

Alexia knew she would probably have to get extra blankets since they would likely end up staying the night.

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And that's exactly what happened; Marta even dragged Caroline along, and Mapi, Ingrid, and Lucy showed up unannounced later on. You seemed to like the attention though. You even made Mapi and Ingrid go get you your favorite treats so you could eat after your sickness passed.

#woso x reader #woso community #barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni #woso #fridolina rolfö #alexia putellas #irene paredes #claudia pina #patri guijarro #marta torrejon #lucy bronze

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togrowoldinv · 6 months

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One-On-One

Milf!Wanda x Female Reader

You’re Wanda’s pastor, so when her husband leaves her you reach out to offer her comfort. She tries to push you away on the account that she doesn’t like you, but that changes when she realizes what you could do for her.

Warnings: Kissing, cursing, public-ish sex, fingering (W receiving), oral (R receiving), Wanda being mean but hot

Note: I was just thinking about milf Wanda again lol. Enjoy this one!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

There is not a strong enough word to describe how much Wanda Maximoff does not like you.

She is outwardly against the way you perform your role in the church and is, in fact, the only member of the search committee that voted against you.

You tried not to take it personally, knowing that Wanda was close with the last pastor.

At first, you tried to make friends with Wanda. You knew you would have to work with her, so why not make things cordial? But Wanda fought against your every attempt to get close to her. Even months into your time at the church, she is still not approving of you.

You got word today that her husband had left her. She is left alone with her two children. Despite how she feels about you, you still have duties as a pastor to check on your congregation. So, you made cookies and drove to Wanda’s house.

Walking up to the door now, you knock and wait for her to open it. It takes a few minutes, but soon one of her young sons arrives at the door.

“Hello Tommy,” you greet him.

“How do you know my name?” He asks.

“I’m Pastor Y/n,” you tell him. “I usually wear a nice robe and am carrying a Bible.” He laughs and nods. He remembers you now. “Is your mom home?”

At that moment, Wanda walks into the living room. She rushes to the door.

“Tommy, what did I tell you about opening the door for strangers?” She lightly scolds him.

“Mom, it’s Pastor Y/n,” comes his defense. Wanda shakes her head, and Tommy walks away.

You’re left with Wanda. She looks you over. She hasn’t seen you in casual clothes before, and her eyes can’t help but fall to your chest. Your blouse is unbuttoned enough to reveal your soft skin. You try to catch her eye, and she snaps out of it.

“What are you doing here?” Wanda asks. Her tone is short.

“I just wanted to offer my condolences. And my grandma’s famous cookies,” you say, holding out the bag.

“I don’t really need your sympathy.”

“I know, but I still thought I’d offer it. After all, Jesus did ask what he could do for us, so we should too. What can I do for you, Wanda? I’m ready to help with anything you need,” you tell her.

“I- I don’t know,” Wanda says. Her usual stiff posture softens a bit.

“How about for now, I come inside, and we can talk or just sit?” You ask.

She steps back and lets you in. The boys run into the kitchen and take a cookie. They go play outside at Wanda’s suggestion they enjoy the nice evening. You recognize that she just needs a break.

It is quiet for a while before Wanda speaks.

“Have you ever been married?” She asks. You shake your head. “Count yourself lucky then.”

“I don’t know about that,” you say. “I think marriage can be beautiful.”

“Maybe,” Wanda says. “Mine wasn’t.”

“It’s not your fault, you know.”

“Ha,” Wanda says sarcastically. “It’s definitely my fault. I’m always the problem.”

“Wanda-”

“No. I am. You know that’s true. We don’t even get along, and it’s once again my fault.”

“I understand you don’t like me much,” you say. “But it’s not your fault. You just don’t want to be my friend. I’ve accepted that.”

“You’ve accepted it? But you’re here,” Wanda says.

“It’s my job,” you say simply. “And I wanted to be sure you’re okay.”

Wanda sighs. You know she’s not okay, but one day she will be. Maybe sooner than she thinks.

“So, what can I do to help you?” You ask her again.

Wanda thinks briefly before speaking again. “Would you consider a personal Bible study with me?”

“I’d love to do that, Wanda. My office tomorrow night?” You ask her.

“I can do that, yes.”

You smile and say your goodbyes to Wanda. The next day Wanda meets you at your office. She is wearing a dress that’s a little low-cut, but you’re not complaining. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to her.

“Welcome, Wanda,” you greet her. “How was your day?”

“Can we just cut to it, y/n?” Wanda asks.

“Oh, um- sure,” you say. You thought she wanted to start a friendship, but it seems all business with her today.

You open up your Bibles together to read and talk. Wanda doesn’t participate much, but instead you often find her looking at you while you’re reading.

Her eyes once again rake over your body. You’re wearing a more conservative shirt today, being in the church building, but she’s still looking.

You decide to say something about it after an hour of the Bible study.

“Wanda,” you begin. “I don’t mean to pry, but you’re really looking me over tonight. And I noticed it yesterday too.”

Wanda’s cheeks blush before she leans in closer to you. Her arms rest on your desk, pretty close to yours.

“Is it a bad thing?” Wanda asks. “I mean, don’t you like being seen?”

“As your pastor, I really should discourage you looking at me like this,” you say.

“And outside of your pastoral duties?” Wanda wonders.

She stands up from her chair and crosses your desk. Sitting on the edge next to where you are, you see her creamy thighs as her dress rides up.

“Outside of my pastoral duties, I’m very attracted to you,” you tell her. She smirks devilishly.

“Even with how mean I’ve been to you?”

You swallow and nod. Her meanness has only spurred you on further since you met her.

Wanda moves closer to you and you scoot your chair back from your desk. She stands upright and approaches you. One of her legs goes around each side of your waist as she lowers herself onto your lap.

“Wanda,” you say, barely above a whisper.

“Shh,” Wanda says, placing a finger on your lips. “No talking. I just want to fuck you.”

You open your mouth to speak again, but Wanda’s lips quickly shut you up. Her lips on yours ignites a fire in your entire body.

Wanda’s hands pull you closer. One grips your waist under your shirt while the other holds your neck tightly. You never realized how perfect her hands are before.

You move to lift her dress further up her legs. She’s wearing light pink, lace panties. You groan at the sight as Wanda kisses your neck.

Your fingers dip into her center and feel the wetness through her panties. The thin material doesn’t prevent her from feeling the way you’re dragging your fingers over her pussy lips.

“Wanda,” you try to speak again. This time, she puts her finger into your mouth to stop you. You close your lips around the digit and suck on it.

Her eyes darken with pleasure at the sight of you being so submissive for her. She takes her hand and unbuttons your pants.

You move her panties to the side as your fingers push into her. She takes your fingers so well. You want to tell her that she takes you so well, but you just kiss her instead. You get the no talking message.

Her moans when you move your fingers in and out are enough to keep you motivated. She’s enjoying this.

“Fuck,” she whimpers when her hips still. She’s coming against your fingers.

“I thought we weren’t talking,” you say.

Wanda responds by kissing you hard and biting your lip. It’s harsh, but it feels so good. She slides off your fingers and then kneels on the ground. Her eyes tell you what she wants.

She finishes undoing your pants and pulls them along with your underwear down your legs just far enough to access you.

“So fucking wet,” Wanda says, breathily. “You love how much I despise you, don’t you? You still get so wet for me.”

“Fuck, Wanda,” you groan out. You guess the no talking rules only apply to you.

She leans in and licks at your pussy. It doesn’t take long for you to feel close to your peak. Wanda’s definitely done this before. She hums with her own pleasure when she feels you start to come against her tongue.

“Oh, god, Wanda!” You shout, probably too loud for a public church. Hopefully your secretary didn’t hear you.

“So good,” Wanda says as she cleans you up with her tongue.

She then stands back up and pulls her dress back down. You pull your pants back up. Wanda sits against your desk again.

“Same time next week?” Wanda asks.

“Wanda, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“And yet, we just did it, didn’t we?” Wanda asks, a glint in her eye. “Come on, Pastor Y/n, a little casual sex never hurt anyone.”

You want to disagree, but all you can think about is what she might taste like. So instead, you stand up and kiss Wanda. She’s taken aback, but responds quickly.

When you pull away, there is a knock at the door. Your secretary, Natasha, is at the door.

“Your next appointment is here,” she says once she’s opened it.

You nod and Wanda steps outside. She leaves with blushing cheeks and a secret smile.

“Can you schedule Wanda again for next week?” You ask Natasha.

“Sure. And I’ll cancel anyone’s appointments you have after her,” Natasha says, a smirk on her lips.

“You’re the best,” you say.

“You don’t pay me enough to listen to you fuck milfs,” Natasha jokes.

“Well then, maybe next time you’ll just come in and join?” You ask, only half seriously. Natasha chuckles, but you secretly hope she considers it.

Until then, you’ll dream about Wanda and how she felt against your lap. And how her tongue felt against your body.

Until then, you’ll be glad that you reached out to Wanda that day.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #milf!wanda #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff comfort #wanda maximoff fluff

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jawz · 4 months

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i’ve been thinking a lot lately about the way my ethnicity affected the way i was gendered as a child, my drive to transition, and even my detransition…

as a hispanic growing up with my white mom and white stepdad and white brother and white extended family in scandinavian hell (minnesota), i always felt different, always felt wrong. (my parents divorced as a baby, and my dad and his family, cuban and italian, all live in florida.) my neighborhood wasn’t so bad; it was way more diverse than the metro area itself. growing up i had mixed friends, i had friends with curly hair… but us trailer park kids were only a fraction of the population of our schools and district. a sea of blonde hair. there were times in elementary school i would literally pray to god to make my hair straight, make my eyes blue. grown-ups touched my hair and always asked “is it naturally curly?”. my classmates urged me to straighten it and by age 13 it was part of my ridiculously time-consuming “feminizing” beauty rituals.

much earlier, by the age of 8 or 9, i already had thick, dark hair growing on my legs. other kids, boys and girls alike, called me “gorilla girl”, faked gagging when i wore shorts, insisted i was actually a boy. that one became more and more common as i came into my personality: bold, class clown, competitive with the boys. (always wanting to charm the girls, but i didn’t recognize that back then.)

my mustache was there by 8, as well. just a little peach fuzz above my lip but dark enough to notice. are you even a girl? my mom would spread wax over her own face and soon began waxing my stache as well. it hurt so badly. i put up with it because she said it would make the kids stop teasing me. of course i was a girl- she was a woman and she had peach fuzz too!… but i felt self-conscious at the fact that my body hair was so much more noticeable, even as a child. my mother’s hair is very thin, straight, lighter brown; her complexion is warmer than mine, pink where mine is olive, green and yellow. i worried you could see the strands about to burst through. i was worried that to be a girl- a woman- i must hide parts of myself every day. i must cover the shoots of grass, the weeds that reveal that i’m not fit for society, that whisper i’m wild and untamed.

it wasn’t actually until i was 18 at least that i actually started to consider myself latino. i had sometimes said ‘hispanic’ growing up, as that’s what my family in florida called themselves; they referred to themselves as “spanish”, which i found out was not quite true after compiling my family tree and discovering that those ancestors emigrated from havana. in their minds they were white: “descended from spanish royalty” (as if!!)… i had spent my youth constantly trying to claim solely whiteness, confused as to why everyone was asking me “are you mexican?” “are you jewish?” “are you middle eastern?” - even though inside i think i knew. i knew my family didn’t look like me. i resented my surname being changed to Lind when i was five, my stepdad’s name, in order to give me the same name as the rest of them. despite my apparent envy of swedes and norwegians i knew it wasn’t my name; i still stood out terribly. i glared at myself in the mirror every day, i never could move past how the kids at school said my eyes were the color of shit, that my hair looked like pubes, that i must have had a sex change without being told because that would explain the mustache, the aggression…

by the time i was fourteen i was entirely primed to accept an alternative explanation to what was “wrong” with me. my sexuality was becoming more and more apparent but before i could ever come out as lesbian or even bi, i had discovered what it meant to be trans. i was so immediately certain that this was the key, THIS was why everyone said i didn’t fit in, THIS was why my behavior wasn’t girly, THIS was why i wanted to date girls. it was 2011, still deep in the “brain sex” era of the trans community, and i was sure without a shadow of a doubt that i was physically female, mentally male. all that needed to be done was to “correct” my body and bring it in line with my brain. despite the fact that very few people knew what transition actually was back then, i genuinely assumed it would make sense to everyone else, too: they had told me i wasn’t ‘really’ a girl so many times i had no trouble believing it.

transition, of course, did not suddenly de-latinize me LOL. first i became a total Other, outside of both the minnesotan ethnic norms and the gender+sex norms; eventually, with hormones and surgery at a very young age, i was able to pass as a boy, but by the time i could grow actual full-on facial hair, i realized i was still the pan-latin american enigma to people around me. multiple times someone would call me “sanchez” as some sort of attempted insult or joke. police looked at me differently than they had before. shop owners followed me, accused me of shoplifting. and sometimes, the white girls i dated told me that i was way cooler than all the boring white boys they knew. one girl even called me “exotic” to my face. it was, apparently, a compliment.

when i was 21 i heard that my girlfriend had referred to me to others as “a POC who identifies as white”. it felt as though she didn’t even know me at all. i’d never claimed either of those things to her.

moving to the west coast (socal specifically, where being latino/a is not considered ‘abnormal’) illuminated a lot of the bizarre and unnatural racial expectations of my midwest upbringing; i think by this point i was beginning to realize what so many things from my childhood had meant. that they weren’t really saying i was a boy. they were saying we don’t like girls who look like you, and we’d rather not have you included in our category.

it took me another three years to fully reckon with this. by the time i decided to detransition i had a much better understanding of the circumstances of my life; conversations with close friends who are also latina and have walked similar paths to me, heard similar insults, similar “compliments”, opened my eyes to the fact that i was not alone. i no longer feel weird for thinking the race/ethnicity boxes on government forms are hopelessly reductive. i know who i am and who i am not.

(around this time, i happened upon some old pictures of my dad’s side of the family. beautiful and glamorous women: adela, my uncle’s mother, the piano player; melanie, my aunt, the wife, hostess, and addict; lauren and andrea, my cousins, the restauranteurs; stella, my dad’s mamma, the widow and matriarch. and on all their faces, thick dark eyebrows, and, yes, that ever-familiar peach fuzz. i swear it healed something in my soul. despite my lack of beauty and glamor, we are not so different after all.)

that’s not to say all things are easy now. i’ve spent three years living as a GNC woman and if that wasn’t enough to confirm most all of my hypotheses on people’s perceptions of me, i don’t know what is.

detrans spaces (like most trans spaces) are overwhelmingly white- or at least that’s who dominates conversation. i see SO much downplaying of the things that naturally hairy women go through societally. i see trans allies who purport to be “okay” with detransitioners, saying “what’s the big deal? if you took testosterone you can just go off it and get laser hair removal!! :)” as if laser isn’t expensive as hell, painful as hell, and also WAY more of a process for a woman with dark curly hair than it is for one with straight blonde hair lmfao!!! i see detrans women obsessed with removing all traces of hair from their bodies (even though most of them clearly don’t have a neverending five o’clock shadow like some of us do! my lower face has a constant blue-green disturbance under the surface which makes female spaces incredibly daunting) and insulting the rest of us for being ugly and hairy and making no effort to look like women or what the fuck ever. basically, a lot of people who claim to support us are just racists and essentialists and believe that sex is visual and not biological…🤨

anyway… i guess my main takeaways from all this are:

1. please stop acting like detransition is an entirely internal process and that it’s easy for all of us to be seen as our sex again (some of us like. actually transitioned and passed as the opposite sex), or that potential physical interventions aren’t incredibly invasive and difficult

2. stop assuming all transition and detransition journeys follow your own experience of lifelong whiteness and hairlessness

3. it is a distinct experience to be regularly de-gendered or denied your sex, PRIOR to ever thinking of yourself as literally trans. many trans/detrans people had this happen to us (we were once the vast majority of trans people). but many did not, and generally shock others when they begun breaking gender norms. i really think people from the second group often have trouble understanding that for the first group, changing gender expression is basically a bandaid over an abscess… we have lived entire lifetimes being denied our sex, being told our bodies are not “truly” ours, that there is someone else inside trying to break out. kicked out of the bathroom, the changing room, alienated from single-sex peer groups. transition just flips this experience and instead separates us from our preferred gender group, reinforcing the feeling that we have no place, anywhere.

race/ethnicity, being homosexual or bisexual, mental illness stigma, disability, and low economic class all play an additional role in this. stop perpetuating this and denying us our biological sex.

#this is a toooootal rant lmao sorry but its been on my mind for a while.#kind of a culmination of two posts ive been wanting to make #detrans #detransition #ok to reblog

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year

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Secret admirer part 5!!

This one really got away from me, but I hope you like it! Also, I lied, there will be one last part :) I had planned on this being a 5+1, so I’m glad it worked out to be that way!

Now Eddie is just waiting to see what Steve tries next. Just sitting back and reveling in the fact that King Steve “The Hair” Harrington, first of his name, mom of six or seven gremlins at a time, wants town Freak Eddie “The Banished” Munson.. and apparently has for a while too.

Life goes on like normal, but now every time Eddie sees Steve after finding out he was his secret admirer, he can’t help but smile a bit bigger.

He also confronts Robin, “You knew didn’t you?”

“Knew what?”

“Don’t play that shit with me; you knew it was Steve.”

“Oh. Yeah. Of course I did.”

“You told me to unpack tapes on purpose so I’d see his handwriting and figure it out.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I also wanted the tapes unpacked. Duh.”

“Ugh you’re the worst. I can’t believe I’m chauffeuring you to Casa de Harrington, of my own volition, on MY precious Thursday off.”

Robin rolls her eyes “You aren’t complaining about chauffeuring Max.”

“Well yeah, cause it isn’t out of my way to get her.” Eddie gestures toward Max and that gets her attention.

She takes her headphones off her head. “What are you guys arguing about?” She asks irritated, “And what’s it got to do with me?”

“Nothing Max, I’m just giving Eddie a hard time about his big sappy crush.”

“Oh, you mean the one he has on Steve?”

Robin and Eddie both freeze.

“Wh—Who said it was Steve.” Eddie asks, voice flat.

“No one had to say anything; there is a reason why we call you both mom and dad. You aren’t subtle about it. DAD.” Max snarks back at him.

‘We. She said ‘We’. As in The Party has been calling me that.’ Eddie thinks. So that wasn’t just Steve trying to make him feel better that day on the phone.. They actually see him as a dad. ‘Well maybe; maybe it was just as a counter to Steve’s ‘Mom’. Why would they even see you as a role model?’

Fuck! He needs to stop his spiraling now. Otherwise he’s going to get in a mood and Steve will notice, and somehow think it was his fault and worry about him, and then no one will be having fun anymore an_ ‘What the fuck dude, you literally just told yourself to STOP. SPIRALING. and now you are doing exactly that.’

“Well then who am I??” Robin asks, putting on a fake offended tone to break the leftover tension.

“Hmmmm…” Max pushes her new glasses back up her nose “You’re like a kooky Uncle.”

“Uncle??” Robin actually sounds offended this time. “No, actually, that makes sense.”

Eddie chuckled at the acceptance of her new role, the storm that was whirling around in his head starting to dull. “Now was this a party decision, or is that just you, Mayfield?”

“Just me for now. I will make sure to plant the idea in Dustin’s head when we get there and I’m sure he’ll call a Meeting with the Council of Doofuses to get it in writing.” And with that, the headphones were back on.

Eddie and Robin share a look, and before much longer they are pulling into Steve’s driveway.

“God, I don’t think I will ever get over how dumb this house actually looks.” Eddie looked over at Robin curiously as she continued to berate Steve’s house while collecting her things, “It looks like whoever built it back in the 70s or some shit had no taste, even by that decade’s standards.”

“Buckley. You’re telling me that this whole time I’ve known you, we could’ve been making fun of these Loch Nora snobs’ houses.. together? I don’t think I will ever forgive you for this discretion.”

This earns Eddie another eye roll from Robin (and a muttered “You and your goddamn dramatics..”) as they both get out of the cab. Max is long gone, Steve’s front door standing open in her wake.

“So how did your sleepover go with Vickie anyway? You didn’t say anything about it..?” Eddie asks as he grabs his bag from the back.

“It was literally just a sleepover.. I thought the vibes were there but she wanted to talk about her jerk ex-boyfriend and about boys I like. By the way, I have an embarrassing crush on you, don’t tell anyone.”

Eddie laughed so loud, Steve’s neighbors must’ve heard him (no matter how far away the next house may be). “Damn, I’m sorry Buckley. I’m sure that Eddie guy will return your affections eventually.” Eddie joked, patting Robin of the shoulder as they stepped through Steve’s front door.

There were bags all over the entryway, and from the screams filtering down the hall from the sliding glass door, all the kids were outside and in the pool already.

Eddie kicked the door closed behind him and Steve peeked his head around the corner from the kitchen at the sound.

“Oh hey guys, just put your stuff wherever, everyone else is outside, and I’m getting the burgers ready to put on the grill. Robin, will you show Eddie where he can change?”

Eddie looked over when Steve said his name, pulling his attention back from looking at the boring interior of Steve’s house. Had he never been here before? No, not even at one of the old King Steve’s parties..

“How’s he never been over before? That’s so weird.” Robin said as she walked down the hall, waving at Eddie to follow.

“Buckley, get out of my head. I thought you were only supposed to have that weird mind-reading thing going on with Stevie.” Eddie chided her as he followed her to a small bathroom off the laundry room.

“You’re just jealous you can’t read his mind; maybe then you both would’ve gotten your heads out your asses sooner.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and closed the door on her smirking face. Setting his pack down on the small sink counter, he started to change.

“Fuck, I don’t want to do this.” Eddie whispered to himself. He wasn’t exactly a shy person normally, but that’s what all his layers are for.. a pool party automatically called for only about two thin layers, max. And now he had the added concern about his new (admittedly metal) scars that have only just healed all the way. Scars that not only stretched the length of his sides, but those damn bats had gotten to his face and literally took his whole left nipple off. Again, metal, but also gave Eddie about 10 or 11 times more insecure feelings that he hadn’t yet learned to cover completely under his perfectly crafted bravado.

Leaving his briefs on under his trunks, and pulling his faded Metallica shirt back on over the bumpy red scars, he packed his other layers into his bag for later and headed back out to the kitchen.

He nearly crashed into Steve as he was coming out of the laundry room and Steve was passing by with a plate piled high with patties in one hand, a six pack in the other, and bag of buns hanging out of his mouth.

“Oh shoot-- Hey, you need some help?” Eddie automatically reached for the bag of buns so Steve could answer.

“Robin already went outside to claim a chair, can you take this too?” Steve handed Eddie the six pack.

“No problem, Stevie.” Eddie smiled at him and started out the door in front of Steve.

“Thanks Eds.” *SMACK*

Silence.

“Oh. My. God. Eddie, I am so so sorry, it was just a reflex I swear! Even ask Lucas, it’s a sports thing, I didn’t mean anything by it..” Steve sounded completely stressed.

Eddie took a moment longer to process the fact that Steve Harrington just smacked his ass (reflex or not), before turning back to him halfway. Looking over at Steve, Eddie’s heart clenched to see him looking absolutely mortified.

“No worries big boy, I just didn’t realize that was on the table.” Eddie said, giving him a wink, then hurrying out of the house. He had to get out of there before he did something really embarrassing like dropping everything and jumping Steve’s bones at noon on a Thursday while there was a whole hoard of children nearby.

He stepped outside to various greetings of “Hey Eddie!” the most enthusiastic of which was Dustin, who had leapt from the pool to give a still dry Eddie a completely soaking wet hug around his middle.

“Hey Dusty-buns how ar--HOLY FUCK YOU’RE COLD! gET OFF ME!”

Dustin laughed at Eddie’s misery before jumping back into the pool (almost on top of Mike, who kicked away at the last second).

“Let me help with that, sweetheart.” Eddie heard Steve’s voice in his ear as he came up from behind him to grab the bag and six-pack from him and placing them on the table next to the grill with his burgers and the added plate of toppings he must’ve grabbed.

Sweetheart?? That was new...and most certainly did NOT make Eddie want to melt into a puddle, thank you very much.

Eddie knew he now looked completely sunburnt, despite just stepping outside a whole 30 seconds ago.

‘Ok, that’s how you want to play it, Harrington? First an ass smack, and now this??’ Eddie thought to himself. Time to crank up the flirting.

Eddie turned heel and marched back inside and directly to the freezer. He knew he had to have some in here somewhere, they are one of Dustin’s favorites.

‘Perfect.’ Eddie thought as he grabbed a cherry flavored popsicle, unwrapping it, and stepping back outside, grabbing a bottle of sunscreen as he went.

“Hey Stevie, can you help me out with this before your hands get all nasty?”

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“Yeah sure Eddie, what do you ne__” Steve turned around from starting the grill to face Eddie at his question. ‘Fucking hell, Munson.’

Eddie was staring at him with those damn doe eyes, holding out the bottle of sunscreen in one hand, and had a cherry-red popsicle held in the other. His already red lips wrapped around the end. ‘When’d he get that??’

Steve cleared his throat and took the bottle from him “Yeah of course, turn around.”

Eddie flashed that megawatt grin at him “Thanks sweetheart.” Steve felt his cheeks turning pink at that.

Eddie turned to face away from Steve, the hand that previously held the bottle coming up between his shoulder blades to pull his shirt over his head.

Steve noticed that Eddie didn’t pull the shirt all the way off his arms, just pulled it up and over his head so his head and back were free. A pang shot through his stomach at that ‘Of course he’s going to be self-conscious about his scars, fuck why did you think a pool party was a good idea?? Okay focus, just make sure to say something to him later on about them_oh fucking HELL’

Steve’s his train of thought imploded when Eddie decided to glance over his shoulder at Steve as he pulled his hair over the other with his free hand.

“This is going to be cold, sorry Eds.” How he had kept his voice sounding completely normal was a mystery to Steve, but now he had to focus on the fact that he’d be rubbing his hands all over Eddie.

He started at the small of Eddie’s back. Pushing the heels of his palms outward from Eddie’s spine where his fingers could come to a rest (however briefly) on either side of the older man’s waist and giving a slight squeeze.

Eddie’s breath hitched and Steve saw the blush bloom under the skin at the back of his neck. Deciding to ignore that (for now) Steve said “I told you it was going to be cold.”

“Shut up, Steve, it still caught me off guard.”

Steve chuckled and continued rubbing the lotion in, making sure to do a good job at covering every inch. Not just because he was loving being able to freely touch Eddie like this, but legitimately because he didn’t want Eddie to burn to a crisp.

He got up to Eddie’s shoulders and found some of his hair had slipped from the rest. Using a single finger, Steve brushed the stray lock from where it started behind Eddie’s ear, down across his neck and over the other shoulder. Eddie visibly shuddered and Steve smiled, “Sorry, your hair was in the way. We need to get you a hair tie.”

Finished with his back, Steve tapped Eddie on the shoulder, “OK you’re all good back here, do you want me to get your front too or have you got it covered?” giving the full King Steve smirk as Eddie turned back to face him causing him to blush more.

“I_I’ve got it.” Eddie stuttered, taking back the bottle.

How Steve managed to wrench his gaze from Eddie’s popsicle-red pout, he had no clue. “You might want to get your face done sooner than later, you’re already turning red.” Steve winked at a spluttering Eddie before turning back to the grill.

Eddie started grumbling behind him and Steve heard the rustle of fabric, assuming Eddie had fully removed his shirt now.

Glancing over his shoulder, Steve could see that Eddie was turned to face away from everyone else as he applied the sunscreen.

That pang went through Steve again, this time closer to his heart. He turned to Eddie again and came to his side so he could speak to him quietly “Hey, I know you probably don’t want everyone to see, but just know that no one here will give you shit for any of them. Or if they do, they’ll have to deal with me.”

Eddie had froze when Steve came up to him, but then tuned his face to look at him properly.

That same damn pang shot directly through Steve’s heart this time at Eddie��s big, lovely, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Put your shirt back on if you need to, but if you want to leave it off, make sure to put extra lotion on the scars themselves..I made sure I did on the parts I could reach from your back.”

Eddie looked even more like he was going to cry now, but smiled gratefully at Steve and nodded. Steve smiled at him softy and went back to the grill to actually get food started for everyone.

And if he did notice that Eddie went back to his own sunchair, sans shirt, no he didn’t.

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Eddie had just barely sat down when Robin leaned over to him from her chair next to him “What in the actual hell was all that?”

“No idea what you’re talking about Robs.” Eddie said nonchalantly, laying back all the way in his chair.

“Uncle Robin, will you help me re-do my braids?” Max yelled from the other side of the pool before Robin could grill him any further.

‘Thank you Max’ Eddie thought. And just like Max had said he would, Dustin’s head whipped around to look at Robin who was already making room in front of her for Max to sit while she braided.

Eddie watched as Dustin scrambled out of the pool and up to Steve “Steve, do you have a pad of paper and a pen or something?”

“Wh_what? Uh, yeah there should be one in the kitchen. The third drawer down from the phone? Wait! Dry off a bit otherwise you’ll slip on the tile.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and mumbled a “Yes, mom.” under his breath as he walked over to the pile of towels. He grabbed one off the top, barely dusted himself off with it, and dropped it on the concrete before hurrying into the house, still soaking wet.

Eddie heard a small ‘Oh shit’ from Dustin that he could only assume meant he had slipped a bit on the tile like Steve said he would.

Dustin came back out in no time at all and called the rest of the goblins over to a small patio table on the other side of the pool. As soon as Max’s braids were done, she too went to the table, sidling up between Lucas and Eleven.

Dustin’s hand looked a blur as he would scribble something down to one thing someone said, then crossing other things out to a differnt comment. Eddie chuckled at the sight and leaned back again, closing his eyes.

After a bit, Steve walked over from the grill and sat at the end of Eddie’s chair, scooting his legs out of the way with his ass and grabbing a beer from the nearby cooler.

“You need more room for that thing, Harrington?” Eddie snarked, poking Steve’s hip with his foot before closing his eyes to the sun again.

“You need a new popsicle?” Steve flicked the end of the popsicle stick that was still hanging out of Eddie’s mouth.

“You just liked seeing me with something in my mouth.”

There was a pause, and Eddie felt the chair shift as Steve stood back up. He opened his eyes slightly when he felt the shade of Steve leaning over him. Steve’s face was right next to his, his mouth close to Eddie’s ear “And what if I did?”

‘Jesus H. Christ’ was Eddie’s only thought as he watched Steve(’s ass) walk back over to the grill.

Eddie had a bit of time to calm down after that when Steve yelled for everyone to come grab food, deciding to steer clear while the gremlins descended upon the feast and watch Steve ‘Mom’ over them all. “Grab napkins, Lucas”. “Mike put at least some lettuce on those, you need veggies too!”, “Dustin, cool it with the ketchup.”

That’s it. That was the last straw. Eddie’s in love.

‘Fucking hell.’ Eddie shot up from where he was laying and sat at the end of the chair instead. ‘Fucking hell..’ Eddie stood up and started pacing.

Every thought he’d ever had about Steve Harrington whipped through his mind like a hurricane. Every time he thought Steve was cute back in high school, the one (1) time he saw Steve in his Scoops Ahoy outfit before he vowed to never return to Starcourt, every time he was confused at seeing King Steve being the one there to pick up the Hellfire kids after their sessions, Steve’s reaction to being manhandled into the wall of Reefer Rick’s boathouse, his willingness to follow the kids there in the first place to come help Eddie of all people, insisting on being the one to dive into Lover’s Lake so the others didn’t have to (him stripping off his sweater when he did and tossing it to Eddie when Nancy was right there ogling him too), the sight of him sweaty, dirty and bleeding in the upside-down that Eddie just needed to get covered up before he’d lose his mind (again), then realizing his mistake too late when he now had to look at Steve in his battle vest, swearing he was catching Steve looking at his lips in the same hellscape, Steve carrying him out of there when they were successful but hadn’t all went too well for Eddie, Steve being there in the hospital when he woke up spouting off to Robin about ‘If Steve were gay, do you think he’d fuck me?’ (’...Eddie, I’m Bisexual.’ ‘Oh sweet! I can only write with my right hand..’), and then, fuck, now knowing that Steve was the one leaving him these sappy notes just because he thought Eddie looked hot in the School play? Being a mom to all these kids that didn’t get time to be kids until now?

Eddie was gone. And probably had been for a while.

By the time he came down from his spiral, he was halfway though a burger that somehow materialized in his hand.

“The fuck?” Eddie looked to Robin, Nancy, and Steve.

Steve sat up from where he was laying, already back in his own chair, empty plate sat on his leg, “Oh, uhm, you seemed to be out of it when I told you to come grab food so I tried handing you something so I’d know you’d eat. You took it and started eating so I figured you were OK.”

Eddie looked from Steve disbelievingly, to Robin disbelievingly. Then back to Steve. “Th_thanks Steve.”

“No worries, Eds.”

Eddie sat back down on the end of his chair and finished his burger, his mind adding this to his list of reasons to love Steve Harrington.

Dustin had stopped scribbling furiously on the lended pad of paper by now, and Eddie called out to him to get him to share, hoping to get his mood back on track.

“Dustybuns, what have you all been doing over there this whole time??” Dustin looks at Eddie, then back at the rest of the Council of Doofuses, then back to Eddie before they all approach the older teens laying out on Steve’s patio furniture.

Max and El came over with them too (even Erica), from where they had assuredly been watching the chaos unfold from their own sunchair. The boys were now almost bone dry. That’s how long they’d been going at this.

“We’ve had to add in a couple people to The Party Family Tree.”

“Oh yeah? Whatcha got?” Eddie says at the same time Steve says “Oh god, here we go..”

Dustin clears his throat, “OK so we start with Steve as the Mom. Obviously.”

Steve’s sat up on his lounger now, and hangs his head into his hands at that.

“Sure.” Robin affirms for the rest of them, encouraging Dustin to continue and ignoring the miserable noise Steve makes.

“Eddie is the dad.”

“Awe, Stevie!” Eddie places his hand over his heart, “Wait, when’s our anniversary?”

"You haven’t proposed yet.” Steve says into his hands.

“ANYWAY.” Dustin sounds loudly “So Steve and Eddie are the mom and dad. Robin is our Uncle on Steve’s side, Nancy is our Aunt on Eddie’s side.”

“Wait, what? Eddie laughs and looks over at Nancy who is trying to hold back her laughter behind her hand.”

“Yeah, and Hopper is Steve’s dad so I guess he’s our Grandpa.” Steve’s head snaps up at that.

“He’s old and crotchety enough.” Mike chimes in, shrugging.

“I am Jane Hopper so I am Steve’s sister now.” El says carefully, like she is remembering exactly how families work exactly.

Steve looks like he’s trying not to cry, looking at El with a small smile.

“What about Jonathan?” Robin asks, getting into it fully at this point.

Eddie could almost feel the weirdness hit Steve and Nancy at that, like a foot of snow falling all at once.

“He’s Steve’s oldest.” Dustin states matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah. He’s your oldest son; you had him way too young and he has already moved out.”

“He’s a little distant, but you know he’s happy out in Cali with his boyfriend and you see him on the holidays.” Will tells Steve, smiling brightly as the other kids laugh.

Steve, Eddie, and Nancy are honestly dumbfounded at the web they’ve woven around Mama Steve; Robin is absolutely delighted to find out about Steve’s firstborn. (”Who’s the baby daddy?” she asks him, getting a loud smack on her arm for it.)

Everyone’s waiting for Steve to say something.

He stands up, turns to face his brood, and opens his arms wide in invitation. They all crowd in around him and the mask drops off his face as he finally lets the tears start flowing.

Robin and Eddie glance at each other before throwing themselves around their hoard, Nancy coming up to Robin’s side.

“I love you guys.” Steve says, his voice thick.

After a good long moment, Mike pipes up from somewhere toward the middle of the pack “Okay this is great but it’s still a million degrees outside and somehow I ended up in the middle of this furnace.”

They all chuckle and separate from each other, some wiping tears away with their hands and others (Mike, Max, Erica) jumping back into the pool to disguise how wet their face may or may not have gotten.

Still wiping his tears away, Steve yells at them to “Dammit get back out so you can put more sunscreen on!” to choruses of “Yes, mom.” and more laughing.

“...So if Stevie and I get divorced, who gets which kids?” Eddie asks, and immediately has to start dodging Steve’s attempts to tackle him into the pool.

Dustin picks up the pad of paper and flips to a new page as the rest of them start yelling at him who they’d want to “stay” with.

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A few hours later it’s getting cooler, a sign of the fall to come. Steve manages to coax everyone back inside with the promise of pizza and movies.

Eddie and Robin had gone in before the rest of the kids to get changed and start piling pillows, blankets, and even a couple mattresses onto the floor of the living room. Pulling everything out before the rest came in and started getting changed. Eddie is the first to plop down on the massive floor bed, right in the middle.

Robin fell back onto the couch that was now an acting headboard, “So, any more news on the secret admirer front?” she asks, nudging him with her foot.

“Boy do I have a story for you, Robs.” Eddie grinned.

“You mean about your latest rose?” Max came into the room with El, piling themselves on Steve’s armchair with the fluffiest blanket in the pile.

“The one exactly, Red.”

“Ok good, then I can Ignore you for the next two hours.”

Eddie threw a pillow at her head at that.

“Max was there when you found it?” This time it was Will and Mike coming in with their bags of snacks and finding a spot to lay out.

“Actually, she was there when the guy left the rose.” Max said from the chair.

There was a clatter from the kitchen, then Dustin came barreling in from where he was helping Steve with dishes. “So you know who it is??” he asked Max

“No doofus, Eddie was with me when the guy left the rose at Eddie’s trailer.”

Another clatter from the kitchen.

“You OK Steve?” Robin asked.

“Peachy.” he called back.

“Wait, so you guys saw him leave it? So you know who it is??” Dustin continued.

Lucas came down the steps then, Max’s walkman in his hand. He handed it to her before getting comfy in front of the girls’ chair. Erica following and squishing herself into the corner of the loveseat.

“We saw him, but couldn’t tell who it was.”

“So here’s the thing,” Eddie starts “I was with Max that night while her mom was at work, my uncle was at his shift, AND my van was in the shop. My trailer was dark and both cars were gone. Of course he’d think it was safe to be a bit bolder and leave this one right at my doorstep.”

Being met with ‘Ahs’ of understanding, Eddie continued: “But what he must not know is that trailer walls are thin, and I know what the gravel outside my place, and that second squeaky step on the porch sound like when someone walks on 'em. So when we heard it from Max’s living room, we looked out to make sure it wasn’t some person trying to vandalize my shit again.”

Steve had come into the room and leaned against the doorframe a bit earlier, dishtowel thrown over his shoulder, and now looked like a deer caught in the headlights. ‘Gotcha.’ Eddie thought.

"But alas, the night was dark, and we could barely make out a figure before whoever it was ran off into the night.” Eddie waggled his fingers like he was telling a scary story

“They walked to your house??” Dustin asked

“No dipshit, they probably didn’t want to be recognized by their car” Mike shot back.

“Who has that recognizable of a car?” came Will’s small voice

“Besides Steve? I don’t know.” Erica chimes in

“Me??” Steve asked, actually confused

“Yeah Steve, everyone knows your beemer.” Dustin said, rolling his eyes.

“So when I went back home, the rose was there.” Eddie pulled it out of his inner jacket pocket. “This one says “Think of all the things We've shared and seen, Don't think about the way things might have been” Eddie sings the line.

“Wow, your voice is really pretty Eddie.” Eleven says, breaking the silence that followed.

“Thanks, supergirl.”

“Eddie those lyrics have to be a clue” Dustin says, always the analyzer

Eddie makes eye contact with Steve from across the room and smiles fondly.

“I know.”

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Pt. 6 will be here!

Now on AO3! Several Notes of the Most Amiable Nature

Thank you to @lunaraindrop and @starkdusk for being the first ones to encourage my ‘Steve is a jock and would smack Eddie’s ass accidentally’ brainrot 🥰

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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 2 months

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The silence that surrounded the couple wasn’t the usual comfortable air, the type of silence where just existing in the same space was enough for them. But this wasn’t it, this was tense, uncertain as they stared at each other, one waiting for the other to speak first, to say something- anything.

“You can’t come here again” You spoke up first, staring across the entrance of your family's estate. “Kyojuro, listen to me. I am to be married, my family has made the decision and I am to be lady of the Tsugimoto house.” Your face was calm but your eyes spoke so clearly, the tears that were lining your eyes, so close to spilling over, the pleading they held, you didn’t want this.

“You can’t possibly be married, I’ve been courting you” Kyojuro knew how this worked, he followed the advice of his mom, but that was years ago, maybe things changed?

“Kyojuro” Your voice was weaker seeing the desperation on his face as he took tentative steps towards you. “Please, I am promised to another, we can’t.” Your arms had wrapped around your midsection, holding yourself to stop from crying. Kyojuro’s world was collapsing around him, in that moment he understood why his father had fallen so hard. 2 years he had been courting you, the proposal was going to be in 2 weeks when you came to visit his family, Tengen had been helping to finalize all the details to make the night as romantic as possible. The night you promised to love each other for the rest of your lives.

“No” His voice was wavering, trying to hold back tears as you closed in on yourself, the walls around your heart slamming shut in front of his eyes.

“Kyojuro, please, there is nothing to be done. You need to leave”

“No, I will not, how much did your family gain? I will double it, triple it even. Please, Y/N.” He was so close now, if he reached out he might be able to graze your arm, maybe even hold you. You had the same realization, stepping back as he stepped forward, a dance of heartbreak instead of love.

“I am to be wed tomorrow, you need to leave this isn’t appropriate.” You were panicked, scared that if he continued you would break, do anything to keep him, but you would risk everything, your family, your security, for what? A man whose job didn’t guarantee his safe return?

“You don’t love him” Kyojuro stopped trying to chase you

“I can learn”

“No, you can’t Y/N, you and I both know that.” He was right, you could never love another the way you loved Kyojuro. He was so easy to love, just being in his presence was enough to leave a smile on your face. “Let me talk to your father, please give me a chance” He was pleading, not above getting on his knees and begging for your hand.

“There will be no need, Rengoku. She is to be wed and it’d be smart for you to accept that and go back to the Demon Slayers. There is no future for you with my daughter. Y/N, inside, Now!” Standing on the engawa was your father, his sharp gaze unwavering from Kyojuro’s own watery gaze. He always scared the flame hashira, no demon could come close to the disdain on your father's face. His gaze softened as he watched you disappear into the house, reluctant and ready to fight but knowing that the past few days since your engagement have been nothing but fighting. “She said she wrote telling you of her engagement, so why are you here?” disgust laced his words like he was spitting at a lowly beggar.

“I had to see for myself, sir. I had to know that it was true, to hear her say it.”

“Well? Satisfied?” Kyojuro gave a stiff nod, biting his tongue as our father turned towards the house and left, leaving Kyojuro to pick up the pieces of his heart from the yard and tuck them away safely, making sure not to leave any behind. This would be the last time he was here, the last time he loved because no one else would be you and you weren’t his anymore. Looking up at the house he had spent many nights at, he caught you looking down at him, tears flowing down your cheeks as you looked out your bedroom window, the same one he had snuck through just a week ago. I love you you mouthed before dropping the curtain, disappearing for the last time.

A/N- This is lowkey shitty but i have zero energy for anything. shout out to chronic pain/illness.

#kny #kny hashira #kny scenarios #kny x y/n #kny x reader #kny x you #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kny kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x reader

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Home for the Holidays Ch.1

Summary: Your family didn't take your coming out well....and instead of spending the holiday alone you join your roommate for Christmas dinner. While Aemond wishes you set your sights on his sister Helaena, your tastes skew much older.

A/N: This is a modern!au milf Alicent x milf lover f!reader. It was supposed to be finished last December lol. It got really long so I broke it into two chapters. It will be smutty, so read with caution if that’s not your thing! Not really smut in part one though.

A/N pt. 2: In this story two of Alicent’s cousins are her older brothers and Baela is not Helaena’s cousin. Not canon compliant.

You knew the holidays were going to be rough this year but had not anticipated just how hard seeing pictures of your family in St. Barts without you would be.

They had not taken your coming out well.

Sure they had promised to keep paying the tuition to your very expensive university until you graduated but that did little to soothe the hurt that their disapproval caused. Your family came from old money, some of the oldest of old in the country, and with that came old ways of thinking. They didn't care that you were gay, plenty of people in your extended family were some form of fruit, but they all stayed in the closet- at least publicly. That was what your family wanted for you as well. Anything to not tarnish their image.

But you couldn't live that way any longer. You wanted to be free.

To your surprise, only your estranged cousin Elia had accepted and even celebrated your coming out of the closet.

Thankfully you had Aemond. The two of you had met in freshman history class. He argued with the professor over every historical inconsistency in his lectures and it drove the professor mad. It made you laugh though. Aemond also came from old money, so the two of you bonded over the pressures that came from families that expected you to be perfect. Sophomore year the two of you moved into an apartment off campus, and your friendship only grew from there.

Aemond was your best friend, and you could not have asked for a better one. Aemond invited you to spend the holiday with his family. He didn’t love spending time with his family as they could be quite a lot but he always went for his mother’s sake.

You figured it beat spending Christmas alone in your flat.

So you got dressed in your very best and sat in the passenger seat of Aemond’s Porsche the whole drive to Oldtown.

Aemond popped another piece of gum into his mouth. “This will be a great opportunity for you and Helaena to bond,” he said as he chewed.

You rolled your eyes. “Not this again.”

Aemond smiled mischievously. “Come on (y/n). You can’t tell me you didn’t feel a connection when she came to visit on my birthday.”

“I can, and I am. She’s not a lesbian Aemond,” you replied.

Aemond was convinced that his sister Helaena was a lesbian. His evidence was that she never had a boyfriend, attended an all women's university, majored in Women’s studies, and only brought home girl best friends for the holidays.

“She talked to you that night, which cannot be said for many other people. Helaena is very selective with who she talks to. You even made her laugh (y/n)! I saw the sparks,” Aemond argued.

You sighed and shook your head. “Even if your sister was by some miracle into women, which I want to firmly state for the record that she is not, she’s simply not my type.”

The light turned red and Aemond’s car pulled to a smooth stop at the intersection. He turned to you.

“You don’t have a type. I’ve seen you bring all types of women home (y/n).”

You smirked. “Ever notice they weren’t at all our age.”

Aemond furrowed his brows. “So your type is older women?”

You nodded. “Yeah, like your mom for example.”

Aemond frowned. “Dude not that again!”

You laughed. “It’s not my fault your mom is a total milf.”

The light turned green. Aemond focused on the road once more. His face contorted in disgust.

“Ugh, yeah you and my mother are not something I’d like to picture.”

You let out another laugh. “Well I certainly have.”

This time Aemond let out a small chuckle. “Do you have the hots for my mother (y/n)? Is that why you said yes to joining us for Christmas?”

You shrugged. “Maybe I do, and maybe it is.”

Aemond chuckled again. “Well if you can make my white, Anglo-saxon, catholic mother do anything untoward this weekend I’ll spend the first two months of the new year cleaning the bathroom every weekend.”

Another red light. The car came to a stop.

You turned to Aemond and put your hand out.

“Deal.”

Aemond turned to you and shook his head. “I was joking.”

“I am not," you replied with a cheeky smile.

“Fine, deal,” Aemond said and shook your hand.

The light turned green. Aemond sped off once more.

You sat back in your seat thinking of Aemond’s mother, Alicent. You had only met her via Facetime when she called to check in on Aemond.

She was a certified smokeshow.

Alicent was beautiful and always held herself with poise. She was dressed impeccably in every photo of her online you could find when you first cyber-stalked her.

She had lost her husband, Aemond’s father, three years ago.

Aemond always skirted around the topic of his father. His father, from what you knew, had never really cared for Aemond and his siblings.

Viserys Targaryen was in his second term as the state's governor when he passed away. The Targaryens were political legends in your state. Many of their family members had been mayors, governors, state senators, and they had even managed to have an ancestor in the oval office.

Aemond’s father had always favored his only daughter from his first marriage, Rhaenyra. He had poised her to be the city’s mayor but his death led to a falling out within Aemond’s family. According to Aemond, they had never gotten along with Rhaenyra and her family but they had been cordial while Viserys lived.

When he died, Rhaenyra (who according to Aemond saw his mother as nothing but a gold digging whore) fought Alicent on every asset Viserys owned and vowed to leave Alicent penniless.

Thankfully Aemond’s mother had her family by her side. The Hightowers of Oldtown were an even older political force to be reckoned with. Their wealth dated back to the very founding of the nation.

Aemond’s grandfather, Otto Hightower, had squandered his own inheritance as a young man. It was rumored his family had cut him off and left him to his own devices after he gambled his money away. So Aemond’s mother had grown up having to make a lot of things happen on her own as they didn’t have their family’s backing for most of her life.

It wasn’t until Alicent married Viserys that the Hightowers welcomed Otto, Alicent, and her brothers back into the family fold.

So when Viserys died Alicent had the army of Hightower family lawyers on her side. Alicent managed to win several of Viserys’ homes and the money the prenup she had signed promised her.

Aemond never really spoke of his father, and when he did it was without warmth or love. So you often wondered if this was how all his family felt or if it was just him. You figured you would soon find out.

Aemond pulled up in front of the massive estate.

You got out of the car and marveled at the impressive family home. It wasn’t bigger than the one your family owned but it did look older and felt more imposing.

The estate was decorated from top to bottom in Christmas decor. It was done tastefully, the lights and decor didn’t look tacky, but it certainly conveyed a love for the holiday not many others shared by the look of the estates Aemond had passed by on the drive up.

Aemond popped the truck of the car open and took out his overnight bag. Then he took a deep breath and walked towards you.

“Say the word and we can still go back to the flat,” he joked.

You raised your brows and gave him a sideways look. “And do what? Eat Chinese take out and get drunk?”

Aemond smiled. “That sounds class to me.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Aemond," said a voice that sounded as sweet as honey and as light as the morning sun.

You and Aemond turned your heads towards the estate.

Aemond’s mother stood at the door. She smiled brightly and waved.

Gods she’s even more beautiful in person, you thought.

Aemond put his hand on your shoulder. “Let’s get this over with then.”

You and Aemond walked up to the door.

Aemond’s mother turned to you and gave you a hug.

“It’s lovely to finally see you in person (y/n)," Alicent said as she politely embraced you.

You were surprised but you quickly recovered and returned the embrace. You noted how warm she felt.

“It’s a pleasure Mrs. Targaryen.”

Alicent pulled away and waved her hand dismissively. “Oh none of that. Call me Alicent,” she said with a smile.

You nodded. “If you insist, Alicent.”

She let out a polite laugh then turned her attention to Aemond. She wrapped her arms around her son. “I’ve missed you so much my little dragon,” she cooed.

Aemond blushed as he pulled away from his mother.

“Mom,” he chided.

Alicent laughed. “What? I can’t call you my little dragon anymore?”

You laughed and turned to Aemond. “Little dragon?”

Alicent turned to you. “He used to love running around pretending he was a dragon when he was a boy.”

You reached out and pinched Aemond’s now rosy cheek. “How cute, little dragon.”

Aemond swatted your hand away. “That only happened when I was seven and it’s because the dragon is on our family crest.”

“If it makes you feel better my nickname used to be baby cabbage in our mother tongue," you revealed, hoping to lessen Aemond's embarrassment.

Alicent laughed. “Why baby cabbage?”

You blushed under her gaze. “I was a very chubby baby.”

“How darling,” Alicent quipped.

Butterflies fluttered in your chest at the compliment. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Aemond staring at you.

He cleared his throat and pulled his mother’s gaze away from you. “Let’s go inside, it’s bitterly cold out.”

Alicent nodded. “Of course come on in. Aegon is already up in his room. Helaena and her friend should be getting in any minute now.”

Alicent stepped aside and Aemond walked inside.

You followed after him and felt the butterflies in your chest multiply when you caught Alicent looking you over from head to toe with a small smile on her face.

Aemond and Aegon decided to smoke a joint before dinner.

You weren’t against it but didn’t care to partake so you wandered downstairs and figured you’d ask Alicent if she needed any help with dinner.

You knocked on the wall of the kitchen entryway.

Alicent was stirring something in the saucepan but looked up when she heard you knock. She smiled.

Butterflies filled your chest once more.

“Hi there,” she said.

You shoved your hands in the pockets of your jeans. Your palms had already started to sweat and you hadn't even spoken yet.

“Hi...Uh I was wondering if you needed help with anything?”

Alicent waved you off. “You’re a guest (y/n). I could never ask you to do anything,” Alicent protested.

You stepped closer and leaned against the counter next to the stove. “Then it’s a great thing I’m asking you. Really, I want to help out,” you insisted.

Alicent let out a small laugh. “Okay, you can stir this gravy while I check on the roast.”

You stepped up to the stove and took over the stirring.

Alicent went to the oven that was inlaid on the side of the stove, and took a look at the roast.

“Did you decorate or did you hire someone to decorate your home?”

Alicent stuck a meat thermometer in the roast and turned her head towards you. “Depends, do you think it’s too much?”

You smiled. “Of course not. It’s beautifully done.”

Alicent brightened at the compliment. “Then it was all me,” she beamed.

“Do you always go all out on the holidays?”

Alicent placed the roast back on its rack and closed the oven door. “Just Christmas. It’s my favorite holiday because I finally have my family all under one roof again."

She took her oven mitts off.

You continued to stir the gravy. “Well I hope it’s okay that you have a stray joining you at the table this year."

Alicent approached the stove once more.“It’s Christmas, the more the merrier.”

Then Alicent reached out for the spoon. You went to hand it off.

But then your hand met hers.

You didn’t move, and neither did Alicent.

She met your gaze.

You were too scared to even breathe. It felt as though if you moved even an inch the spell that kept her eyes on you would break.

But it broke anyway.

Alicent cleared her throat and looked away.

You let go of the spoon.

Alicent grabbed the spoon and resumed stirring. With her free hand she lowered the heat of the flame. “Besides, I’ll have two stays. Helaena is bringing a friend from school," she said, as though your brief moment of intense something had never happened.

You took a step back and leaned on the counter. “Right, you mentioned that before. Do you know much about her?”

Alicent continued to stir. She did not meet your gaze. “Not really. Helaena doesn’t share much about her college life with me. All I know is that her name is Baela, and that they’re spending Christmas day with her family.”

You raised your eyebrows slightly. Was Aemond right about his sister being into women?

Alicent noticed. “Why’d you make that face?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just something stupid Aemond said," your face suddenly felt warmer.

Now it was Alicent who raised her eyebrows in intrigue. “What is it?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, unsure if Aemond would mind you sharing his thoughts with his mother.

Alicent noted your apprehension. “I won’t tell Aemond you mentioned anything.”

You looked into Alicent’s eyes. They were a deep and rich brown. They were comforting. You realized that with eyes like that you would tell her anything she wanted. But her gaze was too hot so you swallowed hard and looked away from her when you told her what Aemond had said.

“He thinks Helaena is gay, and is obsessed with getting her and I together. I’m ninety percent sure that’s the sole reason he invited me over today.”

Alicent stopped stirring and stared at you.“Gay? Why does he think Helaena is gay?”

You shrugged.

Alicent placed a hand on her hip. "I think you do know."

You dared look up. Alicent's attention was fully focused on you. You felt your stomach in your throat but you spoke anyway.

“According to Aemond, Helaena never expresses interest in men or in dating a man, only talks about women she admires, attends a historically women’s college and majors in women’s studies, and finally that she only ever brings girls home on the holidays.”

Alicent chuckled and went back to stirring the gravy. “Oh gods. You know I’ve never known why kids today still hang onto outdated stereotypes about sexuality. I was the very same at Helaena’s age, she’ll grow out of it when she meets her future husband. I know I did.”

You pushed yourself onto the counter and sat down, intrigued at the revelation of Alicent's past.

“You were a women’s studies major at an all girl college?”

Alicent tilted her head to the side.“Sort of. I majored in English literature at Vassar, and I only ever brought my girl friends home for the holidays. Until I met my late husband of course.”

Aemond had never told you that his mother had gone to an all women’s university or that she had a BA in English Lit. It piqued your interest. You needed to know more.

“How did you meet him?”

Alicent returned her gaze to the stove and brought the heat of the burner even lower. “My father introduced us. He was Viserys’ chief of staff in his first term.”

You knew there had been an age difference between them but had not imagined it was that big.

“Interesting...”

Alicent didn’t reply but she glanced over at you.

You hopped off the counter, awkward with the sudden silence. “What else can I help with?”

Alicent smiled softly. “You really don’t have to (y/n).”

You shook your head. “I insist. Have you set the table? If not I would be more than happy to do so.”

Alicent turned the heat off and moved the sauce pot to a different burner. She looked up at you. “I laid everything out but I haven’t set it up.”

You clapped your hands together. “Consider it done.”

Then you raised your hand to your forehead and gave Alicent a mock salute.

Alicent laughed.

You set the table as you had always been taught to. Spoons and knives on the right and forks on the left.

Then, just as you were almost done setting the table you realized the salad forks were missing.

You double checked the pile where Alicent had left everything, hoping they were under a napkin and you had simply missed them. But no dice. They weren’t there.

So you walked back to the kitchen.

Alicent was now working on the salad she planned to serve. She looked up when you entered the kitchen, a smile on her face. It seemed like she always had a smile ready for you.

You smiled back, it was instinct around her. “Hey uhm- I’m almost done setting the table but I realized the salad forks are missing. I can’t find them.”

Alicent furrowed her brow. “Really? I could have sworn I set them out with the rest.”

She grabbed a nearby paper towel and wiped her hands of any residue.

Then she exited the kitchen and walked towards her china hutch.

You watched her from the kitchen entryway.

While you waited for Alicent to find the forks you looked about the room. When you looked up you realized someone had hung mistletoe over the entryway.

You smiled.

Alicent walked to you, forks in hand. She stopped at the entryway. “I’m so sorry I forgot to set them out with the rest.”

She handed the forks over to you.

You reached out to take them and for a brief minute your hands met hers, once again.

Your gaze met hers. “Don’t apologize. I honestly don’t know how you’re doing all the cooking and decorating all on your own. Aemond and I were barely able to put a tree up.”

Alicent smiled. She didn’t pull away this time. “You’re too sweet (y/n).”

You returned her smile. Your cheeks were starting to hurt but you wouldn't dare not smile back. “I do have to ask you something," you said, emboldened by the continued contact with Alicent.

Alicent raised a brow. “Ask me something?”

You nodded slightly then continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen mistletoe hung in the entryway of a kitchen before.”

Alicent’s brow furrowed. “Mistletoe?”

You looked up. Alicent followed your gaze.

Her eyes widened a bit when she noticed the mistletoe. “Oh I- That Aegon,” she cursed.

You looked back down at her and laughed.

Alicent met your gaze once more, blush filled her cheeks.

Then she pulled her hands away from yours.

You took the forks and held them against you. “It's quite a funny placement isn't it?"

Alicent walked past you, back to her salad preparations.

“Oh yeah? How so,” Alicent replied, busying herself with her salad to avoid looking at you.

“It reminds me of the old saying, love the meal and kiss the chef."

Alicent stopped chopping the greens and looked over at you. She let out a small laugh. “Is that a saying? I don't think I've heard it before."

You shrugged. “I swear I've heard it before, somewhere...Well if it's not it should be."

Alicent shook her head, the smile still on her face. “Let’s see if you still want to kiss the chef after you’ve had my cooking.”

Butterflies filled your chest. You stood up a little straighter. “Deal.”

Alicent turned to you once more, her eyebrows raised.

You twirled around and walked back to the dining room. You could feel Alicent’s eyes on you as you walked away.

You finished setting the table.

Then you stepped back and admired your work.

You hoped Alicent would like it. So you turned to head back to the kitchen but stopped in the hall when you heard the doorbell ring.

You turned to open it but Aemond beat you to it.

“Sister,” Aemond said and reached out to hug a familiar blonde.

Alicent walked out of the kitchen and went to the door.

Helaena let go of Aemond and turned to her mother. Alicent wrapped Helaena in another hug.

Behind her, a silver haired girl stood awkwardly in the doorway.

Helaena pulled away from her mom and stepped back to the silver haired girl’s side. She slid her hand in the girl’s. “Mom, Aemond, this is my best friend Baela.”

Alicent stepped forward and stuck her hand out. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Baela.”

Baela shook Alicent’s hand. “Thank you for having me over Mrs. Targaryen. Helaena has told me so much about you all.”

Alicent laughed lightheartedly. “All good things I hope.”

You took note that she didn’t ask Baela to call her Alicent.

Aemond gave Baela a polite nod. “Welcome Baela.”

Baela smiled at him. “Thank you Aemond.”

Then Aemond noticed you standing in the hall and he waved you over. You approached them with a smile.

Aemond went to your side and put his arm around your shoulders. “Helaena look who’s joining us tonight.”

Helaena smiled when she turned to face you. “(y/n), it’s nice to see you again.” She stepped forward and gave you a hug.

Aemond dropped his arm and stepped away from the both of you.

You returned Helaena’s hug. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Aemond giving you a knowing smirk.

Helaena pulled away and held you at arm’s length. “I’m so happy you’re joining us for dinner.”

“As am I,” you replied.

Helaena gave your arms a squeeze before she stepped back to Baela’s side.

You stuck your hand out to Baela. “Nice to meet you. I’m Aemond’s friend (y/n).”

Baela shook your hand warmly. “Nice to meet you as well.”

Then Baela stepped back and Helaena looped her arm around Baela’s.

“We’ll be upstairs in my room. Let us know when dinner is ready,” Helaena said before she and Baela started up the stairs.

“Okay,” Alicent said as she watched them leave. Then she turned to you and Aemond.

“Do you need any more help,” you asked Alicent.

Alicent shook her head. “You’ve been a tremendous help. Please go have fun.”

Aemond put his arm around your shoulders once more. “Let’s go play some video games on Aegon’s new system.”

Aemond led you to the stairs.

You craned your head back to look at Alicent. “If you need any more help just let me know! I’d be more than happy to.”

Alicent gave you another smile. “I will.”

Then she walked back into the kitchen and you followed Aemond up the stairs.

After about an hour of playing mario party with Aemond and Aegon (who you didn’t much care for because he could be crass but he had never been improper towards you so you didn’t mind him much) you heard the doorbell ring.

“That will be grandfather,” Aemond said with a sigh.

Aegon slumped down in his gaming chair on the ground. “I don’t want to go down.”

Aemond clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Sooner we go say hello the sooner we can say goodbye.”

Aegon groaned.

You turned to Aemond. “Oh come on, your grandpa can’t be that bad.”

Aegon looked at you with an incredulous expression. “You have no idea."

Then you all stood and made your way to the entrance.

You trailed behind the boys.

You saw Alicent at the door with an older man who you figured was her father, and three younger men who greeted Alicent with smiles and hugs. You figured they were her brothers.

Aemond had told you he had three uncles on his mother’s side. He hadn’t mentioned much about them other than they were all still bachelors, which to you spoke volumes about them as two looked older than Alicent and only one looked younger than her.

The older man turned to Aegon and Aemond, who were now at the door.

“Boys,“ the man cheered before greeting each one with a hug and heavy pat on the back.

Aemond returned the hug while Aegon went limp in his grandfather’s arms. Then their uncles greeted each one.

You noticed that Alicent had straightened her posture and kept a more neutral expression. She greeted her father and sibling politely, with none of the warmth of earlier greetings.

There was a lot that you didn’t know about Alicent and her family but you figured it was not all rainbows and sunshine by the change in her demeanor.

“You got here just in time father. Dinner is ready and served,” Alicent proclaimed.

Her father nodded. “Very good timing Alicent.”

Then Alicent turned to Aemond. “Would you tell the girls it’s dinner time?”

Aemond nodded. Then he sped back up the stairs. He reached you and started to tell you but you told him you had heard.

So he left you and went to tell Helaena and Baela.

You made your way down the staircase and to the dining room.

Alicent’s father and brothers seated themselves. Her father sat at the head of the table and insisted Aegon sit on the other end. Aegon did not protest.

Alicent came out of the kitchen with the salad she prepared in her arms.

You went to her side. “Do you need any help bringing out the food?”

Alicent gave you a half smile. “It’s alright (y/n). I’ve set it all on the table. You just sit down and enjoy.“

You nodded and followed Alicent into the dining room. You sat down on the empty side of the table. You introduced yourself to Alicent’s family as you sat down. They all gave you various levels of appropriate greetings.

Thankfully Aemond, Helaena and Baela came in and sat down next to you. Aemond sat to your right, beside his grandfather, and Helaena to your left. Baela sat on her left, with Aegon on Baela’s left. Opposite you sat Alicent. To her left sat her brother Gwayne (as he had introduced himself to you), beside his father. To Alicent’s right sat her brothers Lyonel and Martyn.

You took in the sight of the absolute feast that was before you. “This all looks delicious, Alicent,” you said without thinking.

Alicent gave you a small smile, blush tinting her cheeks once again. “Thank you (y/n). You’re too kind.”

Her father, Otto as you now knew him, let out an indifferent huff. “The roast looks a bit overdone. How long did you leave it in for,” he remarked.

Alicent’s smile fell from her face. She looked down at her hands. “I followed mother’s recipe to the letter father.”

Otto let out another huff. “We’ll see about that.”

Alicent frowned.

Your focus was pulled away from them when Aemond gently ribbed you with his elbow.

“You’ve got the perfect seat to talk to Helaena,” he whispered.

You turned your head slightly to get a better look at Helaena. She was too busy chatting with Baela to even notice you.

You turned back to Aemond. “It’s not happening Aemond.”

Aemond frowned then turned his attention to his grandfather.

Otto rose from his seat and tapped his wine glass with a fork, calling everyone’s attention.

“It warms my heart to see the family gathered for another Christmas. A man’s true wealth can be measured by the strength of his family...and the strength of his business. I am pleased to announce that your uncle Ormund has set up a donor fund for Aegon’s first mayoral campaign.”

Alicent’s brothers clapped and cheered for Aegon. Alicent clapped softly and gave Aegon a sympathetic look.

Aegon’s face turned a sickly pale color. He didn’t meet his grandfather’s gaze.

You had a feeling this was the first Aegon was hearing of his mayoral candidacy.

Otto raised his glass. “To Aegon, first stop the mayor of Oldtown, last stop the president’s office.”

“Huzzah,” Martyn cheered.

You raised your glass alongside the rest purely out of propriety. Everyone could tell by the look on Aegon’s face this was the last thing he wanted.

You turned to look at Alicent who had guilt written all over her face. Your heart softened.

Otto set his glass down after taking a drink. Then he grabbed the carving knife and fork and got to work on the roast.

The meal was going well. Until of course Alicent’s family set their attention towards you.

Lyonel, Alicent’s eldest brother, turned towards you. “So (y/n), what’s your family do?”

Martyn nodded. “Yeah your name sounds familiar.”

You took a quick sip of your wine before you replied. “My family are mainly philanthropists now but our family used to own the majority of the railways in the country,” you confessed.

“That’s right, (y/l/n) rail,” Otto chimed in.

“Yes sir, but my father is focused on tech philanthropy now.” Below the table your palms started to sweat. Talking with Otto Hightower felt a lot like speaking with your grandfather as a child. They both had very imposing auras.

“A pity,” Martyn responded as he shoveled another piece of roast into his mouth.

Alicent whipped her head towards her brother. “Martyn,” Alicent chided.

Martyn shrugged. “What? Her family used to be major players in the nation.”

Lyonel nodded, agreeing with his brother. But he didn’t stop there. “So why aren’t you spending Christmas with them?”

You dug your fingers into the palms of your hands. You felt like something was stabbing the inside of your throat.

Thankfully, Alicent and Aemond came to your aid. “Lyonel,” Alicent reprimanded.

Then she turned to you. “You don’t have to answer that (y/n). Please forgive my brothers.”

Aemond nodded. “Yeah (y/n) you don’t have to engage my troublesome uncles.”

Lyonel and Martyn rolled their eyes.

Otto was silent but his piercing gaze remained on you.

You swallowed hard before you put on a polite smile. You looked at Aemond then at Alicent. “It’s alright,” you assured them.

Then you turned to Alicent’s brothers.

“I came out to my family a few months ago and it's safe to say they don’t approve of my new ‘lifestyle’ as they call it.”

Lyonel’s face went red. Martyn looked away.

Internally, you smiled at the sight of them embarrassed.

Alicent’s voice pulled you back to the present. “They’ll come around eventually (y/n). The love a parent has for their child is immeasurable.”

You smiled at her. “I really hope you’re right.”

Gwayne, who had not said much all dinner, cleared his throat. All eyes turned to him.

He turned to Aemond. “So Aemond, how’s your fencing coming along?”

And just like that the pressure was off you and onto Aemond.

Many minutes later the meal came to a close.

The men whisked Aegon and Aemond outside to play ball, leaving only the women inside.

You, Alicent, Helaena, and Baela cleaned up the table.

Alicent and Baela made their way to the kitchen with the leftover food while you and Helaena stacked up a pile of dirty dishes.

Helaena looked over at you. “That was very brave of you,” she said.

You set the plate you had picked up down. “What was brave?”

Helaena stopped clearing the table. She turned to face you. “Telling everyone your family iced you out after you came out. Coming out to your family is incredibly brave, and you’re even braver for sharing that with practical strangers.”

You smiled and felt your face warm. You weren’t attracted to Helaena but she had an otherworldly presence that made any attention she gave you feel special. “Thank you Helaena.”

She reached out and squeezed your shoulder. “If you ever need to talk or need support, I’m here for you.”

You put your hand on top of hers. “Thank you.”

Then the two of you finished clearing the table.

You finished bringing the last of the dirty dishes into the kitchen.

Helaena trailed in after you and set her stack on the counter. “Mother, Baela and I will be in my room.”

Alicent nodded, up to her elbows in leftover food that she was trying to shove into various containers.

Baela and Helaena left the kitchen.

You turned to Alicent. “Do you need some help with that?”

Alicent struggled to secure the lid on the container as she had over packed it with food. Alicent shook her head. “I got it.”

You continued to watch her struggle. “I don’t think you do.”

Alicent stopped trying and stepped aside. “Okay then tough guy, you give it a go.”

You smiled and walked up to the counter. You pressed the lid down on all sides until you heard it click. It was secure.

Alicent clicked her tongue. "Lucky try."

You turned to her. “Always happy to help.”

Alicent took the container full of food and stacked it with the others. “You don’t have to hang around here (y/n). You can go see Aemond or Helaena.”

You furrowed your brows. “Helaena?”

Alicent turned to the fridge and started the game of stacking the leftovers. “Yes, I saw the two of you talking while you cleared the table. Perhaps Aemond was right after all. I’ve never seen Helaena take to someone new so quickly.”

“You were watching us," you asked, butterflies forming at the thought of Alicent spying on you.

“Why do you say it as if I was spying on you? I saw you from the window in the kitchen is all." She said with a lazy smile on her face.

“Right....We were just talking. Besides,Aemond is out playing sports with your brothers and father and I am not a sports fan. And I would hate to interrupt Helaena and Baela's alone time,” you joked.

Alicent chuckled. She turned to grab the rest of the leftovers from the counter.

You stepped forward and grabbed them. You handed them to her, one by one. “Besides, I like being in your company,” you confessed.

Alicent stopped arranging the leftovers and looked back at you. “Really?”

You nodded.

Alicent smiled shyly and returned her attention to the refrigerator. “I wish my own children felt the same. All but Aemond dodge my calls.”

You shrugged. “If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m always free.”

Alicent turned to you and you handed her the final container of leftovers. “Thank you (y/n).”

Her fingers lingered over yours. Alicent looked down at them. She stared at them for a moment before biting her lip.

“What’s your verdict?”

You furrowed your brows. “I’m sorry?”

Alicent looked up, and took the container from you. “About my food. Was it good enough to kiss the chef?”

Your face went hot. “Oh...uhm I-”

Alicent placed the container in the fridge then closed it. She turned back to you.

You were still too stunned to say anything.

So her smile fell and she shook her head. “Forget it, it was stupid.”

“No it’s not stupid I-," you stammered then cleared your throat. “I was just caught off guard is all.”

Alicent stared at you, not saying anything.

So you continued.

“The roast was cooked perfectly.”

Her smile returned. “Thank you (y/n).”

You stepped closer to her. “So I do believe I will kiss the chef after all.”

Alicent swallowed hard, not taking her gaze off you. “Oh,” she whispered.

You stood in front of her, and looked down at her lips. “May I?”

The last thing you wanted was for Alicent to feel uncomfortable or coerced. So you waited for her reply before doing anything else.

Alicent gave you an almost imperceptible nod.

You leaned in, at first determined to kiss her lips, but as you neared her skin you thought better of it.

She was just committing to the bit, you told yourself, she didn't actually want you to kiss her.

So you placed a gentle kiss on Alicent’s cheek, inches away from her lips but still in a chaste enough location.

You noticed a small frown spread across Alicent’s lips as you pulled away.

But it was quickly wiped away.

Alicent blushed furiously. She looked away from you.

You also felt your face warm.

You heard footsteps approach the kitchen. So you stepped away from Alicent and leaned on the counter.

Alicent must have also heard them as she busied herself with wiping down the stove top with a nearby rag.

Aemond appeared moments later. He looked between you and his mother, slightly suspicious, but then he shook his head and turned to you. “Aegon wants another couple rounds of Deadly Fighter 5. You up for it?”

You nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.”

Aemond turned and headed towards the hall.

You started after him but turned at the entryway of the kitchen. “It was a lovely meal, thank you.”

Alicent nodded, her cheeks still rosy. “Of course.”

Then you hurried after Aemond.

A part of you wished you had been brave enough to kiss Alicent on the lips.

You mashed various button combinations as your chosen fighter threw punches at Aemond’s chosen character on the tv screen.

He was currently beating you in the second round.

Behind you, Aegon took a hit from his bong and blew it out in perfect circles.

“So let me get this right, you want to fuck our mom,” Aegon repeated.

You grimaced. “Why must you say it like that?”

Aemond’s character delivered the killing blow to you. You lost.

Aemond turned to you. “Aegon’s crudeness aside, he’s not wrong. I’ve seen the way you linger in the kitchen alone with her.”

You felt your face start to warm. You cleared your throat and tried your best to appear nonchalant.

“I didn’t want her to think I was a rude guest. No one else was helping her,” you argued.

Aegon took another hit before he spoke again. “You know, I always thought Mom was a lesbian,” he mused.

Aemond turned to him. “You did?”

Aegon nodded. “She never really liked Dad, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen or heard her call a man sexy.”

Aemond furrowed his brows. “Because Dad was a dick. Mother is a devout Catholic she would never call another man sexy. I don’t even think that word is in her vocabulary.”

You turned to Aemond. “Your arguments for why Heleana is gay are just as flimsy.”

Aegon turned to Aemond. “You think Helaena is gay?”

Aemond shrugged. “What else could she be? She’s definitely not into men.”

“She’s not into anything. She’s a freak like that,” Aegon said and laughed at his own joke.

Aemond threw a pillow at Aegon’s head.

It bumped Aegon’s head and knocked the bong out of his hands.

“Hey,” Aegon whined.

You and Aemond laughed.

An hour later, the time had arrived for you to leave.

You descended the stairs with Aegon and Aemond in tow.

At the bottom of the stairs Alicent was already saying goodbye to her father and brothers. She finished giving each a hug goodbye.

Then she noticed Aemond and Aegon. Alicent asked the boys to say goodbye to their grandfather and uncles.

Aegon and Aemond did as their mother asked and gave their family a hug goodbye.

Helaena and Baela came down the stairs and Helaena said goodbye to her grandfather and uncles.

Once they were gone, Helaena informed her mother it was time for her and Baela to leave.

Alicent gave Helaena a big hug. “I’ll miss you, my bug, she said as she gave Helaena a kiss on the forehead.

Then Alicent said goodbye to Baela, another handshake.

Baela and Helaena made their way out the door.

You were the last guest there.

Alicent and the boys looked towards you.

You dialed your cousin Elia once more. Once again you got the automated message the call could not be connected.

“I’m having some trouble with my cell. Could I use your landline?” You asked.

Aemond furrowed his brows. He turned to his mom. “Do we even have one?”

Alicent nodded. “Of course we do.” Then she turned to you. “It’s this way.”

She led you to a small alcove with the landline and a seat next to it at the end of the hall.

You thanked her and dialed Elia’s number once more.

This time you got through. It rang three times before she answered.

“Hello?”

“Elia, it’s (y/n). I’m calling from my friend’s landline. I couldn’t get through on my cell for some reason.”

You pressed the phone closer to your ear. There was a lot of background noise and you could not hear Elia very well.

“I tried to call you. I can’t make it out to pick you up. There’s been a freak snowstorm in Sunspear. They closed all the roads and aren’t letting anyone through. I’m so sorry kiddo,” Elia lamented.

Your heart sank.

One for the snow storm that was probably wreaking havoc in Sunspear. It was a town that almost never got anything besides sun.

And secondly because now you had no way to get back to your flat.

You swallowed hard before answering. “Stay safe Elia. Please call me with updates, okay?”

“You got it kiddo. Is there anyone else who can take you home?”

“I’ll figure it out, Elia. Don’t worry about that,” you said.

The line started to fade in and out. Elia wished you a safe ride home and a merry Christmas.

You did the same then hung up.

Then you walked back to the entryway where Alicent, Aegon and Aemond stood.

You shoved your hands in your pockets. “Soo...a freak snowstorm hit Sunspear and Elia can’t pick me up.”

Alicent frowned. “Oh no, is she alright?”

You nodded. “Yeah she’s doing okay. Uhm, so I’ll try to call my family’s driver to see if he can make it out. It might take him an hour or two to drive from High Garden but I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Alicent shook her head and approached you. “Nonsense, you’ll stay the night with us and you can leave with Aemond tomorrow evening.”

She reached for your hands and held them. “Got it?”

You flushed. “I couldn’t possibly bother you all like that.“

“You are no bother (y/n). Now come on, let me show you to the guest bedroom.”

Then Alicent pulled you along the staircase and to the guest bedroom.

Aemond trailed behind the two of you.

Alicent led you to a beautiful room with ample space and a fireplace. She asked Aemond to start a fire as the room could get quite cold at night.

Aemond did so without protest and soon a fire roared in the hearth.

Then Alicent asked Aemond to fetch you a pair of his pajamas.

Again, Aemond did so without protest.

While Aemond was gone you turned to Alicent. “Are you sure this isn’t an imposition? I can still call the family driver.”

Alicent waved you off. “You’re staying and that’s final. You got it?”

You nodded. Her dominant tone ignited a flame of your own. “Thank you,” was all you could say without giving your desire away.

Aemond returned with a fresh pair of pajamas in hand. He gave them to you.

You thanked him.

Alicent clapped her hands together. “Wonderful, we will leave you to get settled. Breakfast is tomorrow at 9am.”

You nodded. “Got it.”

Alicent reached out and gave your shoulder a light squeeze. “Sleep well,” she said.

You smiled. “You as well.”

Then Alicent turned and left the room.

Aemond stepped forward. “We’ll try again with Helaena at New Years.”

You groaned. “Please, no more of that.”

Aemond chuckled. “We’ll see. Good night (y/n).”

“Good night Aemond,” you replied as you shook your head.

Aemond walked out and shut the door behind him.

Finally, you were alone.

You changed into the pajamas Aemond gave you and settled into the plush king sized bed. You closed your eyes and hoped sleep would come. You decided to think about Alicent, in hopes you dreamt of her.

You smiled.

Unfortunately, sleep did not come for you. You tossed and you turned.

All you could think of was how much fun your family was probably having without you in St. Barts.

Then you did the worst possible thing. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and pulled up your mother’s facebook account.

She had already posted many photos of the family in St. Barts. They were smiling from ear to ear, tanned, and it seemed like no one cared you were not in any of the pictures.

Your mom made no mention of your absence in the text of the post and none of the comments (mostly your mom’s pta and book club friends) asked about your whereabouts.

You clicked through the many photos. It wasn’t until you clicked on the last photo that you lost it.

It was a picture of your whole family (minus you), with a caption that read, “Family time is the best time. So thankful to God for allowing the whole family to join us for this Christmas getaway.”

Tears welled in your eyes. They had completely erased you out of the family. You threw your phone across the room.

The tears fell from your eyes and stained your cheeks. You could not stop the sobbing that followed.

It was stupid. You were stupid.

You should not have been crying for a family that clearly did not want you. You wiped your tears and tried to calm yourself.

You struggled to do so but after a few minutes you were finally able to breathe normally again.

You got out of bed and crossed the room to where you had thrown your phone. Then you picked it up. It was a little busted but nothing cracked.

So you pocketed it and decided to go downstairs for a glass of water.

As you started towards the kitchen you noticed lights were on in the study down the opposite hall.

Aemond had briefly mentioned the study on the initial tour he had given you.

You wondered who else was up this late as it was well past 2am.

So you stepped closer. As you neared the study you started to hear small cries and sobs.

You got closer and tried to peer inside.

Thankfully the door was ajar enough that you saw who was inside.

It was Alicent.

The first thing you noticed was how low cut her nightgown was.

It was a beautiful sage green, and it hugged her body pretty tightly. Then your gaze traveled back to the low cut top of the nightgown. You knew it was wrong to stare but you wanted to take in just how stunning Alicent was.

You looked closer and noticed her nipples peeked through the fabric of the nightgown. You swallowed hard.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

Then Alicent sniffled and dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.

You shook your head. She was clearly upset and there you were ogling her.

You stepped back and tried to leave.

But it was too late.

Alicent stood from her seat. “Who’s there?” She called out.

You didn’t reply. You were far enough away that you hoped by staying quiet she would drop it and you could leave.

You didn’t want to intrude on a clearly private moment.

“Come forward,” Alicent demanded.

You silently cursed yourself. You had no choice but to enter the study.

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ALL I NEEDED WAS A LITTLE LOVE AND AFFECTION,WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?

How it started!

When I was six when I noticed my mom never really payed attention to me Ike other mom with my friend’s ,it made me question her as to why?

“Mom why don’t you love me the way my friends moms do? You never hold me and cuddle me like they do. What’s wrong with me?” “ Oh , I don’t know what you want me to say those are your friends moms I’m your mom we aren’t the same”, she said. I guess she is right not all moms are the same I’m just overreacting,I know she loves me a lot…..right?

MY FIRST DAY OF GRADE 1!

“Mom I’m so excited for my first day ,I hope I make a lot of friends and have a lot of fun since I’m a big girl now I can go out and play a lot with my new friends right?”

“Yea atleast you won’t be such a burden anymore bugging me to play with you,” she said.

“U-uhm yea I guess so I’ll be occupied with my new friends.” Little did I know making friends isn’t so easy

“OK we’re here get out quickly before you’re late,” moms shouts.

“Well aren’t you gonna walk me to my class that’s what all parents do for first graders?”

“ You’re a big girl now you don’t need me to walk you to your class you can find it by yourself.”

O-oh OK bye, I love you!” Cricketssss ,that’s all I heard

I walked into school with a big smile excited for this new chapter, a group of girls around my age were standing outside my class, I knew they were in the same class.

“HI guys my name is Isabelle I guess we’re gonna be in the same class for the rest of the year we should be friends!”

“Uhm is this a joke, do you think just because we’re in the same class we should be friends? Uh yeah that’s not how it works but good luck making friends with the others,” the one girl snickers.

My mood was immediately ruined and I felt sad after that encounter, they all looked at me and laughed along with the girl. What is wrong with me why isn’t anyone nice to me, why don’t they want to be my friend!?

The entire day went on like this no one wanted to be my friend, I tried so hard to make friends but they all had their own cliques and didn’t need another friend, was I really that bad? I mean my mom didn’t like me so much so there must be a reason no one likes me, I just need to find out what.

MY 10TH BIRTHDAYY PARTY!

I’m now 10 and its my birthday party all of my friends have been invited ,I’ve grown so much since the last time, I know have a lot of friends since I moved school last year, we moved because mom didn’t like the neighborhood anymore so we moved a few blocks down, my school was then too far so she transferred me to another, it was so much better there, I made so many more friends than I could have ever imagined, maybe something wasn’t wrong with me after all…I’m actually super smart, my new teacher wants to send me for an advanced programmer for gifted kids, though I don’t think I will go, mom says it's a waste of time they just want to use me as an experiment, which I don't get or believe, speaking of her she hasn’t changed she’s so much colder now, I think she genuinely hates me as I got older I noticed it’s not normal for parents to be so cold to their kids all of my friends parents love them so much and will do anything, her saying she isn’t other parents was just an excuse, I’m not stupid I’ve seen the context clues she just doesn’t like me, but I don’t know why? I’ve done everything to please her I even started playing soccer which I hate because of how injured I get, yet she still doesn’t notice me or care . WHY CANT SHE JUST LOVE ME AND GIVE ME AFFECTION US THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

“ Your daughter is super smart , you must be so proud. She’s a wonderful little girl you have done an amazing job, she’d so kind gentle and lovely, she truly is a daughter all moms would wish for,” says my friends mom.

“Oh she’s nothing special, I’m sure your kids are just as lovely,” my mom replied.

Wow can’t she just accept the compliment and compliment me as well? This completely ruined me day, I don’t want to celebrate my birthday anymore. My aunt alba looks at me sadly as she saw my face drop she’s the only one who understands me and sees how my mom treats but she’s too scared to talk about this with my mom.

3 YEARS LATER!

I’m now 13 , I’ve just come our of the longest day of high-school which was dreadful, who knew high-school would be such a horrible place to be it’s like he'll, the workload is insane and so is the people here I hate it and I hate my life. My school life is already bad I just need to go home to my personal life which is worse.

The sun is blazing hot today and my head is pounding…oh yeah I forgot to mention my “mom” makes me walk to school and back which is so far away and her excuse is I’m taking too much time of her day, she needs to focus on training especially now that she had injured her leg. That’s a lie I didn’t buy she just didn’t want to, I don’t engage with her anymore I’ve learnt to just live it and pretend she’s not even there which is basically a reality, all she does is hangout with her friends and hangout with her new girlfriend, who doesn’t seem to fond of me either.. I wonder what mom said to her about me she gives me dirty looks and acts like this isn’t my house and I don’t belong here…maybe I don’t. Aunt alba is the person I hangout with besides my friends she’s gets me and we always have fun together, sometimes I wish she was my mom instead.

PRESENT DAY!

Uhm so yeah let’s just say my life is a whole lot worse than now, my got married to her girlfriend Olga and she had a baby about 2 years ago, that baby that I hate so much even though its done nothing to me, but its parents make me hate it so much. My suspicions..well it wasn’t really one it was facts just got proven even more my mom genuinely just never liked or loved me. She’s so loved dovey to the baby and is just completely a whole new person with her, she cuddles her almost all the time, as soon as she walks through the door, she doesn’t even greet me (not that I expected her to do so since she never does or has) but runs to find the baby and greets her with hugs and kisses. That’s all I ever wanted as a kid, why was it so difficult for her to do that with me. I was never a bad kid or nagged her, u never even said anything….is that why? She takes Olga and the baby on trips even to other countries why I don’t know its not like the baby will even remember but she does leaving me behind because “I’m being punished” for whatever reason Olga cane up with .Oh yeah I forgot to mention she completely despised me, she’s sees me as an obstacle in their perfect family, apparently I don’t fit in according to her which my agrees, she’s says I’m too cold and mean and not a good influence for her new baby since I “disrespect” since I disrespect my mom so much, she says she doesn’t want that negative energy around them. I don’t know what to do anymore I hate my life, I hate myself and I just want to end it all, I’m so tired of people acting like I’m such a horrible person and acting like something is wrong with me.

I go to the lounge and sit on the sofa to watch a new series I recently started until I hear a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it,” I said as if someone else would.

“Hola mi amor, you just keep getting more beautiful everything I see you,” says my gran Eli.

“Thanks gran, hey alba!” I screech with excitement, that doesn’t last long as Olga comes in the kitchen to quieten me.

“Stop yelling the baby is sleeping, I just put her down I don’t need you to wake her up. You’re such a nuisance,” Olga says.

I just turn around and walk back to my seat on the sofa when my “mom” appears.

“Hola mami and alba, Como estas?,” she greets.

“Moy bien,” Eli replied

“Lets eat shall we,” Olga says.

We al sit down to eat, I go to it next to aunt alba which is so much nicer, I’ll have someone to talk to during dinner.

“Are you excited for your school play coming up,” aunt alba asks.

“Yeah I actually am surprisingly,” I reply.

“What school play,” mom asks.

“Isabelle's school is hosting a play of Romeo and Juliet, our girl scored the part of Juliet, can you imagine, though shouldn’t you know this since you’re her MOM,?” says gran Eli

“With who’s permission did she get to participate in this?, you don’t even ask anymore you just do things on your own buzz,” says mom

At this point I was furious, firstly I told her this 2 weeks ago and she agreed, she probably wasn’t paying attention, and now she wants to accuse me of just making decisions without asking..really. My whole life I has to make decisions for myself and I had to be put in adult situations from the time I was little because my mother wasn’t interested in helping me with anything, now she wants to come be a mother when I’m so much older, NO I’m not letting this slide anymore, I’m finally excited for something in my life and I won’t let her take that way from me… I push my chair backwards and bang my hands on the table….

TO BE CONTINUED….

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scaramouche x male! reader

Part 6: Fiery touch

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TW: CONTAINS A SLUR BEING SAID TOWARDS THE MAIN CHARACTER, TRANSPHOBIA. YOUR MENTAL HAELTH IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE BOOK. PLEASE TAKE CARE.

Scaramouche rang the doorbell to (Y/N)’s house. After planning to work on his story together, (Y/N) had invited Scaramouche over to talk about the story as well as to just hang out. He rocked back and forth on his feet as he tried to smash the stampede that was in his stomach.

The door opened, revealing an older woman, hair as black as raven’s feathers. She looked at him and smiled kindly.

“Can I help you?” She asked, holding the door still closed. Scaramouche didn't blame her. He was a stranger, after all.

“Is (Y/N) home? I was supposed to meet him to study.” Scaramouche said, watching confusion swarm her face. Did he have the wrong house? He was sure he didn't.

“Oh! Do you mean (D/N)? Did she also try to tell you that she was a tranny? I told her not to be delusional anymore.” The woman says, shaking her head.

Scaramouche frowned. He knew (Y/N) was trans and that his parents were bad, but this bad? He hadn't expected this at all. His thoughts were interrupted when the pleasant voice, which had started to somehow reflect his inner thoughts, reached his ears.

“Mom, who is it?” (Y/N) asked, his tone clipped and short.

“Someone is here to help you study. Would do you some good anyway. You're always far behind in English.” (Y/N)’s mother replied, opening the door further, as if inviting Scaramouche in. (Y/N) sighed, nodding.

“I know, Mom. I'll try better. Scara, follow me.” Scaramouche nodded, taking his shoes off and following (Y/N) up the stairs.

“Better keep that door open (D/N)!” (Y/N)’s mom yelled from downstairs. (Y/N), on the other hand, didn't bother to reply.

Scaramouche was still in shock, hearing (Y/N)’s own mother deadname him like that, as well as calling him a slur. He shook his head to get out of his head when he heard the other boy sigh.

“I'm sorry you had to witness that. I’ll be sure not to make us meet up here from now on.” (Y/N) apologized.

‘Tell him it's okay. Tell him it's not his fault.’ Scaramouche’s inner thoughts said, looking at the other boy’s saddened and disappointed face.

But he couldn't. One of his major flaws was that he sucked at comforting others. He avoided it like it was the plague. He himself hadn't gotten much or none at times comfort from his mother, so he didn’t know what you had to do to comfort someone.

Although looking at the boy in front of him, all that scaramouche wanted was to pull him in his arms, form a bubble around him that could protect him from any evil that wanted to harm him. Wanted to protect him from his own parents.

And that's what he did. Hugging (Y/N) was probably the best physical contact Scaramouche has ever had. The two complimented each other, fitted around each other like pieces of a puzzle, finally being placed next to each other. (Y/N) wrapped his arms around his waist, his touch, hot on Scaramouche’s skin.

“You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. I suck at comforting but always know it's not your fault at all. They’re the ones being ignorant and not accepting their son.” Scaramouche said, feeling (Y/N) shake his head, letting out a hollow laugh.

“I know. But every time they or someone uses my deadname, a part of me chips away. Especially since I'm not on T, nor can I use the one binder I have when I'm home. I’ve tried to tell them thousands of times, but it always ends up in the same way. It feels so bad, and it makes me cry at night. Makes me feel selfish that I am crying because, after all, they are my parents even if I don't want them to be.” (Y/N) ranted, releasing a shuddering breath.

Scaramouche’s arms tightened around the boy in his arms. Hearing (Y/N)’s voice sounded so broken, he couldn’t help but wonder how long he had been keeping it in.

He heard (Y/N) take a shuddering breath, presumably trying to steel himself before pulling away from Scaramouche. He turned away, his cheeks red from embarrassment.

‘Cute,’ Scaramouche thought, ‘Red looks good on him..’ He shook his head, trying to get the unholy thoughts out of his head. Not the time or place.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dump this on you, and it was rude of me to do that.” (Y/N) muttered, turning around and wrapping his arms around himself as if shielding himself from Scaramouche.

Scaramouche frowned, shaking his head. “Don’t. Don’t apologize for feeling things. Never do that,” He said firmly. “We can talk more about this if you want or we can go outside?”

(Y/N) turned around, his cheeks still red. “Can… Can we go out? I really don’t want to stay home. Its okay if you don’t want to. I don’t want to burden you more than I already have.”

“I swear to god, if you say sorry one more time, I will tell all of the university that you called me an omega.” Scaramouche huffed, taking out his bike’s keys.

(Y/N) barked out a laugh, grabbed his jacket, and opened his door, a mischievous smile on his lips. “I think that would be more harmful for you than me.”

A soft smile played on Scaramouche’s lips as he followed (Y/N) downstairs. Thankfully, the latter’s mom wasn’t around till the time both were out of the house.

“Holy fuck is this yours?” Scaramouche turned towards the sweet voice, a smirk on his lips. He nodded, causing (Y/N)’s jaw drop as he turned back towards the bike. One of the perks of having a rich mom and her even richer wife was that he could have the shit he wanted at the snap of his fingers. And that meant getting a bike out of guilt tripping his mom.

“You like it?” Scaramouche asked, even if he already knew the answer. The speed that (Y/N) nodded his head made Scaramouche concerned that it would fall off. Scaramouche laughed, giving his spare helmet to (Y/N), making the boy look at him in bewilderment. Scaramouche clicked his tongue, putting the helmet onto (Y/N)’s head.

‘He looks so cute. Gods.’ Scaramouche thought, unknown to the red that was creeping up to (Y/N)’s face.

Scaramouche got onto the bike, jerking his head to signal (Y/N) to get behind him. Squealing (Y/N) got on the back. He wrapped his hands on Scaramouche's waist, his touch feeling like fire spreading.

Scaramouche grinned, putting his own helmet on and started the bike.

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rocketrhap3000 · 1 year

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periodically

requested: just thinking of what joel would do if his girl was younger than him and on her period, so she tries hiding it from him because he’s a man yknow. maybe if theyre in jackson products are easier to get but she doesn’t feel comfortable telling him, but he’s like “darlin’ a little blood dont scare me” haha

a/n: i just know joel would be so sweet and caring for you during this time omg i am so soft for him and i genuinely love the idea of being ellie’s mom/mentor figure too

warnings: ellie and joel bickering, reader on her period (mentions of cramps, nausea, brief mention of blood), ellie gives reader tampons, mentions of sex, an excessive overuse of the pet name darlin, a terrible attempt at capturing joel’s southern drawl, and found-family fluff/comfort

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At the beginning of the week, when Joel had invited you over for dinner and a movie, you were happy to accept, knowing that it would just be a nice, lowkey, cozy night in. And, since you also knew there would be a strong possibility of your favorite fourteen year old making an appearance at Joel’s, you made sure to bring over the old Smithsonian Air and Space postcard you’d found in an abandoned house years ago, prior to coming to Jackson. For some reason, you’d found it to be both fascinating and comforting enough to take it with you, and rediscovering it while rummaging through your stuff a few days ago made you think of Ellie immediately.

Upon your arrival, you have to restrain yourself from knocking; Joel had told you long before the two of you were even official that you are always more than welcome to come right in. So, you open and shut the door quietly, then walk into the house just far enough to find Ellie pestering Joel in the kitchen.

“I told you not to put it in for that long,” the teen tells her father figure with a chuckle.

“Would you stop it? It’s not even burnt,” Joel huffs, grabbing the pan of food out of the oven with a pair of mitts on his hands.

“You sure? I’ve never seen pasta that dark before,” Ellie teases further.

Then, while his back is to her, she sticks her finger in one of the bowls on the counter. Unfortunately, either she’s not quick enough (or Joel really does have eyes in the back of his head) because he’s prompt to vocalize his disapproval.

“Hey! Get’cha grubby hands outta that,” Joel playfully yells at her, and Ellie can only shrug and laugh in response, which makes you laugh out loud, too.

Too bad your chuckle is loud enough that you blow your cover; both Joel and Ellie turn around in sync, and giant smiles on their faces when they see you.

Ellie calls out your name excitedly before jogging over to give you a hug.

“Hey, Kiddo,” you chuckle, reciprocating the embrace and affectionately ruffling her hair. “You teaching Joel how to cook?” you ask teasingly, looking over Ellie’s head to see Joel shake his head and smile at you.

“Psh, are you kidding? He won’t even let me near the stove,” she rolls her eyes. “And, he said when you get here, He’s kicking me out so you guys can have some alooone time.”

“No, I did not,” Joel defends himself, but the blush on his cheeks says otherwise.

“He totally did,” Ellie smirks at you, dashing back into the kitchen to grab a plate of food before heading towards the back sliding door to the yard. “So, I guess I’m off.”

“Oh, hey, Ellie!” you call out quickly, suddenly remembering the card you brought for her as you pull it out of your jacket pocket.

“Yeah?” she stops in her tracks and spins around to face you.

“Here,” you meet her halfway, then hand her the card. “Found it in my stuff from a while ago. Made me think of you.”

“Woah,” she looks it over with wide eyes, running a careful finger over Saturn’s rings. “So fuckin’ cool,” she says softly, then looks back up at you. “Thanks, (Y/n)! You’re the best.”

“Hey, no problem,” you give her a smile, watching as she gently tucks it into the back pocket of her jeans before heading back over to the door.

“See you guys later!” she calls as she slips out to her shed.

“That kid,” Joel lets out a breathy laugh as he makes his way over to you. “I think you made her night.”

“I dunno. Seems like she was havin’ fun with you before I got here,” you refute with a smile.

“Yeah…” Joel hums. “And I didn’t kick her out, by the way.”

“I refuse to get in the middle of this,” you chuckle, then wrap your arms around his thick torso and let out a sigh of comfort as you take in the way he feels and smells. You always feel so safe and comfortable with Joel, and it’s a feeling you’ll always miss when he’s away. “But I’m not complaining about a little alooone time with you,” you mimic Ellie’s emphasis on the word, and you feel a small chuckle rumble from Joel’s chest.

“Neither am I,” he mumbles against the top of your head, leaving a kiss there before pulling back to look down into your eyes. “Well, dinner’s done. Hope you’re not too hungry. Don’t know how edible the food’ll be.”

“I’m sure it’s fine. It smells great,” you say, and he shrugs, ushering you over to the dining room table.

~♡~

After dinner, the two of you decided on an old movie to watch while cozying up together on Joel’s couch. Ellie’s only made a few appearances since taking dinner to her shed a few hours ago, but she’s made sure to embarrass Joel each time, as if it wasn’t already obvious enough how head over heels the man is for you.

Halfway through dinner, though, a small pang of discomfort settled in your stomach. And though you chose to ignore it then, now that you’re settled on the couch (and not entirely focused on the tv), that pain has become a little more insistent.

You shuffle into Joel’s side, feeling another shock of stomach pain, accompanied by a small wave of nausea wash over you. An involuntary whine escapes your mouth, muffled into Joel’s shoulder, and you wrap your arms around your stomach, hoping the movie is loud enough to cover the noise.

But Joel can tell there’s something wrong, whether it was your uncomfortable squirming, your little squeak of pain, or just the fact that he knows you so well.

“You okay, Darlin’?” he asks quietly, rubbing your arm.

“Yeah, my stomach just hurts a little,” you shake your head and instead rest your cheek against his shoulder.

“Somethin’ you ate?” he asks worriedly. “Hope it wasn’t my cookin’,” comes his little attempt at making you smile.

And it works. A little. But it’s more of a wince, if anything.

“No,” you assure him. “But I’m sure it’ll pass.”

“Aw, well I’m sorry,” he coos, leaving a peck on the top of your head. “Can I get’cha anythin’?”

“I think I’m okay,” you nod and burrow further into his embrace to stifle another groan.

“You do not sound okay,” Joel insists quietly, and holds you even closer to him.

“I am. Promise. I may just rest my eyes for a second, though,” you tell him, already closing your eyes to help ease the pain in some way.

“Do whatever you need to, Darlin’. M’here,” Joel replies while softly rubbing your arm.

~♡~

By the time the movie is over, the worst of the pain has subsided, but you still just feel achy all over. You sit up from Joel’s embrace, then let him know that you’re going to the bathroom and that you’ll be back in a minute.

But when you get to the bathroom, everything finally makes sense.

“Shit,” you say, staring down at the rusty brown stain in your undergarment.

No wonder you felt awful earlier. How could you have forgotten? You knew your period was supposed to come, but with how busy you’ve been with work, and then how excited you were about your date night with Joel, it just totally slipped your mind.

And what are you supposed to do now? You don't have any products with you, and you’re almost positive Joel won’t have any, either. Just to make sure, though, you open the bathroom cabinets, but it doesn’t take long to see they’re completely empty. It makes you laugh.

Typical man.

You must be contemplating your situation for a while without even knowing how much time has passed, because before you know it, there is a gentle knock on the bathroom door, startling you from your thoughts.

“Hey, Darlin’?” Joel’s voice comes from the other side of the door.

“Uh, yeah?” you reply nervously.

“Y’okay in there?”

“Mhm.”

“Y’sure? You’ve been gone a while, and I… Well, I’m worried about’cha. Can I do anythin’ for ya?”

“No, I’m fine! I’m… I’m just… bleeding,” you cringe at your wording the second it leaves your lips, once you realize how concerning it sounds.

“Bleeding?!” Joel replies, and you already can tell his eyes are popping out of his head with worry.

“No no no, it’s… it’s normal bleeding,” you tell him, which sounds even weirder.

“Darlin’, I’m pretty sure there ain’t such a thing as normal bleedin’. Can you let me in so I can see?”

“No, it’s… this just happens… uh… periodically,” you subconsciously hint to him.

“Darlin’, what are you…” he starts, but then trails off when he starts to put the pieces together. “Oh. Oh.”

“I’ll be fine, Joel, I promise. Just… I’ll be back in a sec,” you stammer, although you’re not too sure how you’re supposed to handle this situation with no products at your disposal.

“Darlin’, that stomach ache earlier… were those cramps? Are you havin’ your period?” he states so bluntly that it catches you off guard, hearing that word come from his voice.

Sure, you would hope that a man of his age knows what a period is. And considering the state of the world, you know this is nothing compared to other things he’s dealt with. But it doesn’t make you any less embarrassed for him to find out.

After a beat of silence, you answer feebly.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, that’s alright,” he replies softly. “Can I get’cha anythin’?”

“No. I didn’t want you to know,” you tell him nervously.

“Because you don’t trust me? Or because I’m a man,” he chuckles.

“Because you’re a man,” you roll your eyes and laugh back, although he can’t see you through the door. “Thought you’d think it’s gross.”

“Well, all the more reason for me to help you out. And it’s not gross at all. Completely normal, Darlin’,” he replies simply. “Hey, you see those sweats in there?”

Looking over to the hooks by his shower, next to a towel hangs a large pair of grey sweatpants.

“Mhm.”

“You can wear those if you need. Probably more comfy than those jeans y’got on.”

“I’ll be fine, Joel,” you tell him, doing what you can to make a makeshift pad with a wad of tissue to stick in your underwear before flushing the toilet.

After Joel hears the sink faucet turn on, he opens the bathroom door to find you washing your hands, giving you a sympathetic glance through the mirror.

“You sure you’re comfy? You can wear those sweats,” he comes to stand behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving them a gentle rub.

“It’s okay,” you shake your head as you turn off the water and reach for the towel to dry your hands. Next, you turn for the door and head back out into the living room.

“You feelin’ okay?” Joel asks, following you out.

“The worst is over, I think. At least for today. But I don’t have a ton of stuff for the week,” you sigh. “I meant to stop by the market yesterday since I knew it was coming, but I totally forgot.”

“Stuff?” he asks, clearly confused.

“Period products,” you roll your eyes and smile, slightly embarrassed. “Pads, tampons… that sort of thing.”

“Oh, yeah,” Joel chuckles, a light blush falling on his cheeks. “I can go run over there right now for you,” he then offers.

“Joel, it’s okay,” you smile and shake your head as you move towards the dining room table, where your jacket is draped over a chair. “I should probably head out, anyway. I can pick some up on my way home.”

“No, no, no, please,” he manages to grab a gentle hold on your wrist, pulling you back to him.

And between the raging hormones coursing through your body and the sight of Joel staring down at you with those big, beautiful, brown eyes, you just about combust.

“I can go. Just tell me what you need,” he whispers, placing his hands on your waist to bring you in even closer to him. Then, with the gentlest touch, he presses a kiss to your lips.

“You sure?” you ask him once the kiss has broken.

“Positive. Just go have a hot shower and I’ll be back real quick. Towels’re in the closet. You can use my soap and stuff. Just relax, alright?” he strokes your cheek. “What, uh, kinds of stuff should I get?”

“Well, I doubt there’s much variety,” you chew on your bottom lip, then shrug. “Whatever you can find, I’m sure’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he gives you a small smile, then leans down to peck your lips one last time before parting from you to grab his own jacket from one of the other dining room chairs. “I’ll be back in a few.”

You nod and smile as he heads out, but as soon as the front door closes, the back sliding door opens, revealing Ellie, who’s probably coming back in for some more snacks.

“Hey,” she smiles, looking around in search of her father figure. “Where’s Joel?”

“He just ran to the market,” you tell her.

“At this hour?” she says, sounding as if their roles were reversed and she’s the worried parent.

“Yeah, I… I got my period,” you chuckle awkwardly, although you know you have no reason to be embarrassed with Ellie. “He’s just running out to get some stuff for me since I don’t have any.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Periods suck,” she gives you a sympathetic smile, but her eyes quickly light up again. “Hey, wait! I have an extra box of tampons I can go grab for you?” she offers eagerly.

“Aw, Ellie, that’s okay,” you smile and shake your head. “I don’t wanna take your stuff. I know they’re not easy to get your hands on.”

“Actually, Maria gave me a cup. So… I don’t really use them anymore.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah! I’ll go grab them,” she says, heading for the door again, and it’s less than a minute before she’s back, handing you the box.

“I just need one for tonight,” you tell her.

“Take the whole thing and put it in Joel’s bathroom. Could come in handy if you’re gonna be around more,” she gives you a smile.

“That’s not a bad idea,” you smile back at her. “Thank you, Ellie. I’m gonna go shower, but Joel should be back soon if you need anything.”

“Sounds good,” she nods, then grows a little shy as she looks up at you. “I really like having you here, (Y/n).”

“Well, I really like being here,” your cheeks flush warm with endearment. “Joel needs us girls to keep him in line.”

“You can say that again,” she laughs, heading to the back door. “Night!” she waves, then heads for the back door again.

“Goodnight, Kiddo,” you wave back as she slips out to her shed for the night.

Without any further hesitation, you make your way back down the hall to have a nice, hot shower. Afterwards, you sneak into Joel’s bedroom to look for a change of clothes, and you slip into one of his thermal long sleeve shirts and that pair of sweats he’d offered you earlier.

~♡~

When Joel gets back, he finds you dozed off in his clothes and on his bed, curled up under a soft, knitted blanket. It’s such a heartwarming sight, he feels bad for having to wake you, so he does so as gently as possible.

Placing a hand on your back, he rubs soft circles into your tired muscles, then leans down to press a kiss to your head.

“Darlin’,” he whispers sweetly, tucking the blanket below your chin so your face is more visible to him.

You slowly stir awake to the sound of his voice, and your lips are pulled into a smile when you open your eyes to Joel sitting at the edge of the bed beside you.

“Hey, sorry,” you sit up slowly.

“No reason to apologize. I gotch’your stuff,” he reaches to the floor for a medium sized paper bag, handing it to you to open.

Inside is a box of tampons, a pack of pads, and a small bottle of over the counter painkillers.

“I do okay?” he wonders, hoping he got the right things for you, and willing to run back if he didn’t.

“This is perfect, Joel,” you set the bag back down on the floor and instead wrap your arms around his shoulders, burying your face into his neck. “Thank you so much.”

“Course, Darlin’,” he replies, squeezing you back before breaking away to stand up from the bed.

He lets you know he’s going to shower and change before joining you in bed, and without any official invitation being exchanged, you know you’re going to be spending the night.

When he gets back, he’s in a loose pair of sweats and a thermal long sleeve shirt that matches yours. With a yawn and a sleepy smile, he makes his way over to get into bed with you.

“Sorry about this,” you give him a frown before he gets the chance to wrap his arms around you again.

“Huh?” he asks while mindlessly placing a hand on your thigh.

“My period. I guess this means no sex,” you laugh softly.

“A little blood don’t scare me, girl,” he teases, voice low and raspy as he leans in to kiss your neck.

“Joel,” you giggle softly, feeling heat creep up your neck from where his lips touched and settle on your cheeks and ears.

But he parts from you with a small laugh of his own, and his face grows serious again.

“I know you ain’t feelin’ the best. Don’t you worry about that tonight, alright? You and I both know there’ll be plenty other times for that,” he gives you a wink and a nod of his head, and you nod right back at him.

“M’still sorry for ruining the night.”

“You did not ruin the night,” he tells you sternly, but tenderly. “I hope you know I didn’t invite you over just for sex,” he pushes a piece of hair out of your face. “I really care about you, Darlin’.”

“I know,” you reply honestly. You do really know how much he cares for you; it’s in everything he does. He’s a protector and a provider by nature. “And I really care about you, too, Joel.”

With a smile, he leans in to peck your lips sweetly.

“Let’s get some sleep,” he whispers. “Gotta make sure we’re up in time to make Ellie breakfast. Kid’s growin’ like a weed.”

And with another shared, low laughter, the two of you slip further under the covers, all warm and cozy, wrapped up in each other’s arms, and affections.

~♡~

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King of my heart | MS47 | part. 16

Pairing: mick schumacher x hamilton!reader (she/her)

Warnings: curse words, mentions of food and alcohol, mentions of sex (no smut tho), tooth-rotting fluff, angsty, mentions of anxiety and break up, not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI!

word count: 5.2k

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Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he throws cautious carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

A/n: Finally this chapter is out!! Sorry for taking forever, I wanted to put as much info as possible on this so you guys could understand the bigger picture. Hopefully, you'll like it <3 I'll probably drop some extras during this week! Don't forget to reblog and leave a comment/ask *mwah*

Monday morning rolled around, and though Yn went to sleep alone, she woke up engulfed in Mick’s arms. He flew to Oklahoma right after the Monaco race in order to spend some time with Yn and Gina before his girlfriend had to leave for the UK, which would happen in about two days.

“Morning,” Yn mumbled, eyes still closed, lips stretched in a lazy smile. She felt a giggle erupt when Mick's lips found her shoulders and neck, kissing and biting lightly while whispering his greetings to her.

“I’ve missed you,” the German confessed.

“You saw me on Saturday,” Yn pointed, though she too had missed him.

“Yeah, but it was just that. We just saw each other in front of everyone. We didn’t get to spend much time in private,” which was true. “And now we only have two days together before you fly home,” Mick kissed her neck again, and Yn turned her body to face him. Her eyes scanned his tired appearance and messy hair. She threaded her fingers through his strands, and Mick almost purred like a cat getting the caress he waited for all day long.

“Dad actually asked me to invite you…” she threaded carefully. Though she was friends with Corinna and Gina, and Mick knew Anthony and Lewis, they had never done something so intimate as a gathering of that sort. That was a step Yn wasn’t yet sure if Mick wanted to take.

“He invited me to his birthday?” he questioned, big blue eyes now open and staring right at the Hamilton. She nodded. “Would you like to have me there too?”

Yn pursed her lips, traced Mick’s jaw with the point of her fingers, and then confided, “If it’s not too big of a step for you, I would love to have you there. My dad and my mom like you, and Lew likes you. It would be nice if you could come. It’s a small gathering. We usually just invite some of my parent’s closest friends, which are about ten people or so.”

Mick smiles and dips his head to peck Yn’s lips in a gentle kiss. “It’s just the step I wanted to take, Schatz.”

She smiles and throws herself on top of Mick, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and preventing her lips to confess something her mind had yet to accept, but her heart was as sure as the daylight shining outside the windows.

When they emerged from the room, freshly showered, Gina was in the kitchen starting breakfast. She sent a big grin their way when she noticed the way Mick had his arms around Yn.

“I’m starting on pancakes, and I could use some help,” she throws an apron towards her brother, and Yn chuckles, escaping from his grasp and sitting on the counter, busying herself with chopping fruits for the toppings.

“What do you think of pottery painting, Liebe?” Mick asked. The trio was now sitting at the outside table, breakfast ready in front of them.

Yn finished munching on a particularly sweet strawberry before smiling, “Sounds cool. I’ve never tried it though.”

“But you’re good at painting, right? You design the shoes from your collections,” Gina comments, remembering a conversation they had about work a while back. Yn had mentioned how getting the idea and putting it into paper was fun, even better than getting the shoes on sometimes, she risked.

“Yeah. Though I wouldn’t say I’m good with all kinds of paintings. It’s different to sketch shoes, to draw or paint the sky for example,” she explained cutting into the pile of pancakes Mick served her. “It sounds fun to try, are we doing it?”

“It was Mick’s idea. We have some mugs and pots almost done. We have clay too if you want to learn proper pottering,” Gina suggested, and Yn smiled.

“I’ll stay here for the rest of the month!!” she joked. “It’s been less than four days, and I already learned how to mount a horse, made strawberry jam from scratch, and now pottering?!”

Mick smiles proudly at his sister. Yn had called him to tell him how she learned a bit about horses, and he listened to her gush about how fun it was and how good of a teacher Gina was. He could tell their bond got stronger that weekend, and he was happy to watch it all unfold. His family meant the world to him, and the fact that seemed as enchanted with Yn as he was, just made it harder for him to hold back his tongue.

As it turns out, it wouldn’t take long for Mick to spill what he’s been keeping since Friday. They started on the pottery later that day, just after lunch. Yn was sitting right beside him her curls were clipped behind her head so they wouldn’t fall into the ink. She was wearing a summer dress and the boots Gina got her. She was also wearing the prettiest smile Mick has ever seen and he couldn’t help but steal pecks from her every once in a while though they were with two friends around (all of which had taken a liking to Yn too).

“Can I see the coffee mug you made me now?” Mick asked Yn for the tenth time, and Gina rolled her eyes, chuckling.

“Can I see the one you made me?” she shot back, and his shoulders slumped.

“I told you I will show you later, Schatzi.”

“I told you I will show you later, babe,” Yn repeated, and it was Mick’s turn to playfully roll his eyes. She held him by the jaw and smacked a loud kiss on his cheek, accidentally smudging some painting on his face.

Mick protested and everyone stopped to watch the interaction. Gina had a knowing smile on her face observing as her younger brother gave Yn the softest stare while she tried cleaning the green ink from his skin. He closed his eyes after a second or so when there wasn’t any smudge anymore, but Yn kept her hands on his face in a light caress before quickly pecking his lips and turning to her flower vase again.

“They’re in love,” one of Gina’s friends whispered, and the blonde nodded his head in agreement. Everyone could see it by now, and she suspected the couple could too. They were just afraid to admit it out loud. It was a matter of time, she thought. You can’t run and hide from a love like this.

It was close to dinner time when Mick insisted on seeing his mug, and Yn gave in. In fact, he kept asking for it the whole day, curious and anxious around Yn, who could only roll her eyes playfully and tell him to wait. Hand in hand, they walked to the backyard porch where the mugs and vases were sitting in an attempt to dry a bit. Yn crouches down and grabs a white mug extending it in his direction. Mick gives her a questioning look, and she just smiles, waiting for him to grab the piece, which he does, and when his eyes find the bottom of the mug Yn watches how his semblance changes. His smile changed every muscle on his face, it showed perfectly his dimples and his pearly white teeth. He was so handsome.

At the bottom of the white mug, it was written, “I like you” in black ink. Mick turned the piece, finding yet another small addition right at the corner with light blue ink inside a heart doodle was his nickname “Mouse” in her handwriting.

“I loved it! That’s so cool, Liebe. I- I really like you too,” he grinned, dipping his head to capture her lips in a quick kiss. Yn laced her hands on his shoulders and protested, deepening the caressing of their lips and tongues and only releasing him after the proper kiss.

Mick smiled again, “Now, here’s mine,” he took the mug he perfected earlier and gave it to her.

Yn noticed how he seemed a bit expectant. His hands tapped lightly at his sides while his eyes watched her every move. She gasped seeing the little doodles on the mug. There was a pair of heels, the China circuit - the weekend they kissed and made love for the first time-, there was an attempt at drawing the UK flag and then a small 44 beside a 47.

“Mick, woah-” Yn started still stunned with how much effort he put into it. “This is so cool. I’m gonna keep it forever,” she beamed.

“Look inside too. The bottom,” Mick instructed, and Yn did just what he said.

She stopped for a second, noticing the writing right on the bottom of the mug. However, while the one she made for him read, “I like you” the one Mick made for her read, “Wanna be my girlfriend?” Yn looked from the mug to him at least three times. She was looking for confirmation that it was not a joke, though she knew he would never joke about it.

“I think we silently settled for boyfriend and girlfriend, but I still wanted to make it official and ask you,” Mick explained. “So…will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, a small nervous smile in the corner of his lips.

“I officially accept it,” she giggles before crashing their bodies into a hug. Mick’s arms are quick to lace around her waist, and he kisses her shoulder until they draw apart, and he can finally taste her lips. His free hand finds her jaw angling it towards him, and she smiles between the kiss. It was such a simple gesture, but still, it took time, and Mick put effort into making it for her when they had accepted that they were together. He still choose to show her he wanted all the steps with her, and Yn felt her stomach curl and her heart soften.

Early in the morning of March 31st, Yn and Mick got to her parent's house. Lewis picked them up at the airport before going to the gym, and they took a nap for about two hours before getting up and ready to make breakfast.

“Did you bring me the cookies I saw Gina posting you baked? Lewis inquired when he got to the kitchen. He was freshly showered and crouched down to pet Roscoe who was peacefully snoring by the table.

“Good morning to you too,” Yn teased. “And you don’t even like that much sugar in the morning.”

Lewis shrugs, drops a kiss on her cheeks when he passes her, and sits at the counter, “I wanted to have some today for a change.”

“She’s joking with you. We brought some, it’s in the fridge,” Mick passed the scrambled eggs to a plate before looking at the oldest Hamilton.

“That’s why she’s my favorite sister, man.”

“Isn’t her your only sister?” the German questioned, a confused frown on his features.

The kitchen boomed with the siblings’ laughter, and Mick couldn’t help but follow.

“That’s exactly the answer I give her every time she says I’m her favorite brother.”

Yn rolled her eyes playfully and walked to the OG machine ready to start on the fresh juice, she stopped halfway to leave a peck on Mick’s shoulder, and he turned smiling at her. Mick was now gathering the ingredients which Lewis knew were a vegan pancake mix. Mick wasn’t vegan, but his sister was, and the fact that the German already knew how to make it for her stirred something inside him and made his lips curl with the ghost of a smile.

The oldest Hamilton watched everything attentively. It was still fairly new to have his teammate at his family’s house early in the morning cooking breakfast with his sister, though Lewis wasn’t really opposed to it, it felt different. But different in a good way, it could never feel weird or bad when Yn had the brightest smile on her face around him. It couldn’t feel bad or weird when his dad woke up to laughter, music, and a big breakfast table. Or when his mom seemed to be just as enchanted with Mick as everyone else in the house. It was like the painting had changed and the furniture was rearranged, it did not mean something bad, it just meant maybe you would have to readjust to a thing or two such as sharing your sister’s attention or suppressing the urge to protect her from everything even if this thing is not a bad one.

The rest of the day went smoothly well, they ordered takeout for lunch and ate it outside in the backyard patio. They talked through snacks and started getting the house ready for the birthday dinner in the evening. Dinner, which was always prepared by Lewis and Yn, was a tradition since they were fifteen, and so this time it wouldn’t be any different, the siblings would just have an assistant around. And as it turns out, Mick was a great assistant, he chopped vegetables, and even attempted to season some things. Lewis would watch how the couple interacted around each other, how they shared quick glances, a kiss on the shoulder, arm, and forehead here and there, and how Mick would drop everything he was doing to look at Yn when she talked with him. He couldn’t help but let a small smile slip again, and he didn’t stop to think much about it, not until dinner time when everyone was gathered at the big table outside, talking, and drinking, and Mick was sharing his attention between a rice plate and one of Anthony’s friend. The German was removing all the raisins.

“Don’t you like raisins?” Lewis who was sitting in front of Mick, asked when his dad’s friend turned to talk to someone else.

Mick pointed behind his shoulders where Yn had disappeared just a minute ago to grab a new wine bottle, “Yn uh- Yn doesn’t.”

“And you’re sorting for her?” The answer was obvious, but Lewis couldn’t help but ask. It was so automatic he almost felt disbelief watching the whole scene unfold.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal,” Mick shrugged and gave the oldest Hamilton a small smile.

Whenever they cooked rice Lewis would make sure to save her a portion without raisins, but he was distracted today, and he forgot to do so. He kept staring at his friend separating raisin by raisin from the rice grains, and if he ever doubted Mick’s feelings for his sister, at that moment his reluctance took off. Lewis knew how to spot small actions of love, he knew it because he saw it in his family, and he himself would do little things here and there for his sister, just like she would do for him.

Mick was in love.

And Lewis was pretty sure Yn felt just the same.

“You sorted my rice?!” Yn asked when she finally came back from inside the house and Mick gave her a small smile pushing the plate of plain rice in her direction. She beamed. “Thank you, Mouse,” she mouthed and laced her fingers with his on top of the table.

“I’m glad you found each other,” Lewis confessed out loud to the couple.

“You sound like Dad telling me to keep him,” she joked, mentioning how their dad seemed to take a liking to Mick, and openly told them that he wanted him on his next birthday and that his daughter should keep him, ‘he’s a good guy’ Carmen, their mom, even added, to which Anthony answered ‘the best’.

When Lewis was about to bite back, Anthony called the guests' attention to do one of his memorable discourses before they could finally dig into the food. He thanked his friends for being around for yet another celebration of his life, he thanked his kids, and Mick for the dinner, and he made a point of expressing how much he loved his family. It was a memorable and intimate dinner, and Yn was happy to have someone besides her brother to poke fun with. She never felt as surrounded by love as that night, and she didn’t know it at the time, but life could feel like that night almost every day, she just had to let herself experience it.

And that she did, or she tried to.

Mick stayed at her house for sim work, her apartment was closer, and there was no reason for him to stay at a hotel when he could stay with her without raising attention since it was not race week. They basked each other's presence every possible second. It felt good, so good Mick flew back to the UK after the Spain GP. They decided to try and fly under the radar for a bit. All the speculation was leaving Yn anxious and exposing them both, so while the internet went crazy with Mick and Lewis together at Future’s concert and Yn’s Spotify account leaked, they were at Yn’s condo. Both of their phones were off, and that week they learned how to make pasta from scratch it took them almost the whole day, but it was all worth it when the food was ready, and they ate it together in her living room floor, flour all over their clothes, Mick’s cheeks flushed from laughing, Yn’s belly hurting from making fun of him. That week brought them the closeness needed to identify better when the other was anxious and what worked better to help them navigate it.

Yn almost cried when Mick had to fly to Canada, and she had to stay in London because of work. He left little notes in hidden places that she would keep finding, and whenever she did she would text him. They were usually random questions that would bring a bigger subject to the table others were just Mick saying things he liked about her or little quirks he noticed and cherished.

It was only three days, but three days too long.

And when the Canadian GP came to an end Yn found Mick in Switzerland.

They spent some days with Corinna and then all alone until the Austrian GP. Those two weeks were just what they needed to recharge for a bit. They played games, swam in Mick’s cold backyard pool (Mick even posted what Yn classified as a “thirst trap”), tried making pasta again, learned how to bake Yn’s favorite cake, discovered new songs together, and even started watching a TV show, the latter would always end up with the couple naked and tangled between the bedsheets or, depending on how eager they were, in the living room floor.

When race weekend finally rolled around, Yn started self-doubting about attending it. Angie felt the shift in Yn’s posture. Her anxiety was easily detected while Mick was in the kitchen preparing lunch, so the dog took it as her job to try and calm Yn down. She lay beside Yn in bed and brought her favorite toys to her trying any available distraction. Angie licked Yn’s hands and finally settled for letting the human hold her. Minutes later, when Mick came to check the silent bedroom, he found Yn and Angie cuddled in bed, and he slipped beside them, holding his girlfriend close to his chest. She didn’t talk, and he didn’t ask, respecting her time, but holding her was enough, and she felt so relaxed to the point of falling asleep.

Their lunch plans ended up being dinner in the back area of the house, the sun bidding its goodbye as Mick and Yn quietly talked about life.

Silverstone was only two days away when it all started crumbling down. Nothing seemed different, half of the week the couple spent together in London felt like the previous, just adding a bit more anxiety from Yn, but Mick guessed it was just home race nerves. And she confirmed it.

Yn confirmed it because she needed some time before opening up about the reason why she was a bit more anxious than usual. Home races meant the chances of finding her ex-boyfriend were higher, and she had been doing a good job of running away from him since the breakup. However, as it turned out, the biggest problem wasn’t finding Mason, but it was having her past relationship with him come to light stirring even more the internet.

One time you’re famous but hidden from the Hollywood tabloids and gossip, you have your own private life can go grocery shopping, you can go to the gym, can go for a run, can have dinner in a small restaurant, and can do it all without the fear of having someone with a camera pointed to your face recording a registering your every move, judging, talking, speculating. One time all your hard work and your success is your own merit, but the second there is a new hidden surname everything becomes about it. Suddenly you’re not your own person anymore, but you’re the versions everyone else created, and none of those versions take into consideration how it feels to have so many of your cherished secret things going around. That’s how Yn felt. That’s how she felt when things started getting out of control, that’s how she felt when paparazzi started showing up outside restaurants, and when people started not only speculating but mentioning her in these comments, asking questions, demanding answers. That’s how she felt when a breakup she tried so hard to forget came to life again.

She dated Mason for a little over a year, he was her first real boyfriend, and they met through mutual friends. He was climbing his way up to professional football, and Yn was giving her sweat and blood to make her own name. They clicked. He was cute, and he was fun. They started as friends, but it wasn’t long before she was rushing home with a silly smile on her face, running to call her brother and spill everything to him. What else could that crazy feeling be if not love? Her first love!

How lucky would you have to be to find love at such a young age?

Or rather, how unlucky, some would say. Because love would bring heartbreak along at some point. It was part of the equation, sometimes it would bring small everyday heartbreaks because when you are young everything feels amplified. A hug is not just a simple hug, it’s his hug, just like an unread message is not a simple unread message, because it’s all attached to him.

And Mason wasn’t a bad guy. Just like Yn wasn’t a bad girl.

They were just too young, and too eager to love. Too eager to experience life, and to conquer it all, without the understanding that sometimes you gotta let go of one thing so you can grab the other with your two hands, or else you risk stumbling and dropping both.

Maybe that’s what happened.

Things started getting out of control, and what was supposed to be a young, healthy, and beautiful connection, ended up hurting both. A bunch of missed calls, forgotten dates, screaming matches, slamming doors, silent crying, and then, closing doors.

The last time they saw each other words were thrown recklessly. It felt weird, it took some time to move past it. One day they were together, used to seeing and rooting for the other, the next, they’re not talking anymore, and their friend group is messed up. One day they’re talking about the other at home, their parents asking, sharing, smiling, the next their names are forbidden, his team is hated, his number deleted. And although Lewis advised that it shouldn’t be like this, they needed closure, or else the ghost of the past would always hunt them, Yn could not listen, the noises of her heart shattering on the ground, breaking over and over again, were too loud.

Mason took the same path as Yn. He focused on his career and every time he caught himself thinking how would it have been if she was there cheering for him, if maybe he had been more patient, if they had met later in life if they remained friends instead of getting romantically involved so soon, if, if, if, and if. And as it turns out putting yourself in the world of “what if?” where infinite possibilities are always there, and you can never be sure of an outcome, is cruel. And nobody can be more cruel to you than yourself.

When Mick walked into Yn’s apartment that evening she knew that he knew about Mason. And she knew that she was about to be cruel to herself.

He spent the whole day out training, he would be at the factory for sim work the next day, probably the whole day, even part of the night, but it was impossible not to know. Half of the world probably already did. Just as their eyes found the other Yn felt a new wave of sadness hit her body, she was sitting on the bedroom floor, back propped against the bed, head hanging between her knees.

“Hey,” and his soft tone did nothing but cause another ripple in her chest.

Yn shook her head, lips quivering. This was a different cry, nothing like the tears Mick had experienced with her before. “I just wanted an easy ride into a relationship. Instead, it’s like we crashed against each other, and now we have the whole world’s attention on us,” she sniffled a confession.

“Hey,” he called again. “We did not crash, we’re here, I’m here, Schatzi,” Mick tried but Yn kept her eyes down, lips pulled between her teeth as if to feel something, anything but the pain on her chest. “Look at me, Yn,” the German tried, his tone worried.

“How do you even want me to look at you after I caused all this damage? My life is exposed, your name is exposed, everything is chaotic in a way I’ve never experienced before,” she cried. “Aren’t you angry I’ve never mentioned Mason? Why are you here, Mick? You should hate me… at this point, so many people probably do,” her last sentence was a weak whisper as if her voice was losing force or she was telling herself a truth too hard to swallow, so she need to taste it before trying to shove it down her throat.

Mick’s blue eyes are following her every move, he doesn’t know how to explain the mix of feelings inside him, but he does know it’s not hate, it’s far from it. He’s hurt, yes, but he’s also aware that maybe Yn just needed some time to come around and tell him, and Mason was her past, wasn’t he? He was the one with her now, he was the one watching her crumble and trying to pick the pieces and put them back together.

“Why would I hate you, Liebling?” the pet name seemed to hit her somewhere where it hurt because her tears came down like waterfalls. His soft voice, his persistence, his presence, his existence, she felt undeserving of everything. “You did not tell me your ex-boyfriend happened to be a soccer player, so what? Maybe you needed time, maybe you would come around eventually, maybe it’s not my place to know every little thing so early in our relationship. You deserve your privacy and your own secrets, though I would like to be part of it, to know it. I wish you had told me, I am a bit hurt, I still don’t know, everything just happened, maybe I need time to process it and then decide how exactly I am feeling, but I don’t hate you.” He took a step towards her and Yn flinched, Mick stopped. “I could never hate you,” he whispers, and she gets up. She’s wearing one of his shirts, and Mick tries to tell himself that maybe that’s a sign, a message that without even noticing she’s reaching for him.

“I don’t want to keep you stuck, I don’t want to put you in the spot,” she starts, voice trembling, and Mick suddenly feels the room turn cold, his hands sweating, his heart clenching and fastening. “You gotta focus on getting your seat and I don't wanna come between that. I think I’ve been distracting you. We both need privacy too, we got too exposed,” it’s like these were ruminating thoughts in her head, things that had been hunting her before, and she’s voicing them, giving them enough strength to break her and him in the process.

Mick's eyes widen, and he shakes his head vigorously, “I don’t care! Yn, babe, look at me!” he pleaded, “You’re not exposing me, and if you were, I don’t care about any of this media bullshit as long as I have you,” he confesses, there’s a tone of desperation on his voice. “And you’re not distracting me from my goals, far from it, I’ve never been so satisfied in a team, and with myself. I don’t care-”

“But I care about you, Mick!” She interrupts, her eyes finally finding him again, and Mick can almost hear both of their hearts hitting the floor. He can almost guess what’s coming next because sometimes that’s how it works: you try to protect someone, and you end up hurting them in the process. “That's the reason I’m breaking up with you,” she pushed, and he almost felt the invisible strength hit his body because he took two steps back until finally found his balance back. “because I love you,” and then she delivered the final blow.

He laughed without humor, his own tears finally painting his cheeks, trailing the path to his jawline. Mick shook his head, “You don’t get to say you love me when you’re breaking up with me. That’s just cruel.”

Oh, if only he knew.

“I’m sorry,” Yn wept.

Mick tried walking to her, but Yn extended her hand in front of her body. She was well aware that if he held her, if he kissed her if he even so just brushed his fingers against her tears, he would probably change her mind. He would make her believe it wasn’t her fault, and he would go through hell for her, but she didn’t want him to. Yn did not want to see him face the cruel side of the world just to have love, the love that should be his painless, free, without any difficulties along the way.

“Liebe,” he emphasized, his tears flowing and still doting his pretty face. “We gonna figure it out together, I won't let you go, you can have your time off. I don’t care how long, but I am not giving up.” His tone was set, his stance strong, though he was crying, and she could see part of him crumbling down at her feet.

This time, when Mick walks to her, she can’t do anything but stay, feet planted on the ground, body aching for his touch. He holds her face between his big hands gently tipping it up. His ocean eyes look even more shiny and deep with tears. “We're just giving it time ok?” when her tears start again like an avalanche, Mick kisses each small drop before they fall down. She could almost taste his salty tears too, her lips brushing against his wet face with the proximity.

Mick bumped her nose with his and caressed her cheeks just as he thought the battle was controlled, Yn jumped away from him and rushed outside the room. When the front door slammed shut, Mick could almost feel the whole house coming down on him.

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negandarylsatisfaction · 10 months

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[SUMMARY: Cherie is a single mom who refuses to be Negans wife. Negan doesn’t back down and ends up helping her daughter get her medication she needs.]

“Cherie..Cherie….Cherie are you once again declining my offer?” He leaned towards you.

Fluff smut

Negan and Cherie

“Come on Lily, let’s get you some lunch” you walked beside your five year old daughter, holding her hand making your way to the cafeteria. Negan watched as you got on the back of line waiting as the others served themselves, you noticed him looking at you and quickly looked away. Before you knew it he made his way up beside you first crouching down to greet your daughter.

“How are you doing today, Lily?”

“Good” she responded shyly hiding behind your hand.

“Good to hear,” he stood up with a smile.

“And how’s mama doing?”

“Just fine, thank you” you smiled, quickly looking away.

“How about you two go on and get ahead of the line, I’m sure Lily is hungry”

“It’s ok, Negan…we can wait” you assured him.

“But you don’t have to. Are you hungry, Lily?” Negan looked down at your daughter who nodded.

“Looks like Lily approves,” he grinned looking back up at you. He moved back motioning for you to go ahead and hesitantly, you did. Negan watched as your daugher chose what she wanted excitedly before you made your plate. He had grown a soft spot for Lily that you quickly noticed but you didn’t trust him nor did you want any form of special treatment, all you needed was a place to live.

Just as you finished up your lunch, before you were able to get up Negan stood across the table from you.

“Enjoy your food?”

“Yes” you looked over at Lily who was smiling in a coy manner with Negan.

“Would you like some more?”

“Oh no-“ you quickly responded, you knew only certain people received seconds.

“Thank you for letting us go to the front of the line before most of it finished” you stood up and helped Lily to her feet.

“Now just imagine if you had that option everyday” he grinned.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” He spoke with charm and charisma as he slowly walked around the table to get closer to you.

“Now you do know what that would mean…don’t you?” He whispered.

“I…um…no thank you” you took a step back as a a look of disappointment filled his eyes.

“No?” He tilted his head, his response for some reason making you anxious. You never knew what to expect from Negan.

“No..I’m sorry..I should go…it’s Lilys reading time soon.” Negan looked down at your daughter beside you giving her a little wink before motioning for you to go. Quickly you did, relieved to have gotten away but Negan wasn’t finished yet.

Later that afternoon while Lily had a nap you heard a knock on your door. To your surprise it was Negan on the other end with his arms behind his back.

“Negan-“

“Hello, sweetheart. I’ve got something for the little one that I personally wanted to deliver myself” he handed you a basket with fruits and vegetables making you raise your brows as you closed the door behind you to not wake Lily. As great as it seemed, you found yourself hesitant to accept it.

“I can’t Negan,” he sensed the nerves in your voice as he furrowed his brows and stepped closer to you.

“Cherie..Cherie….Cherie are you once again declining my offer?” He leaned towards you.

“I just…-“ you looked up not expecting him to have been so close, a smirk on his lips as he noticed you become distracted with how close he remained. With the door behind you, you had nowhere to go only making the tease more fun for Negan.

“I..I can’t be your wife Negan” you looked directly into his eyes.

“And what if I still want to give them to you?”

“I don’t want any special treatment. I’ve seen already how your wives look at me, I’m not looking for a handout-“

“It’s not a handout, it’s for the kid and I don’t give a shit what my wives don’t like. It’s a treat from me,” he insisted with a flat tone. He silenced you with the way he spoke, you watched as he looked down at your lips and you found yourself feeling flutters in your stomach. You couldn’t explain why but he noticed you swallow nervously and chuckled.

“Enjoy the fruits” he slowly took a step back and walked away.

You watched as he walked away before quickly turning to open the door and let yourself in. You found yourself washed over with excitement, excitement you hadn’t felt for a while yet you still refused to be his wife or anything close to it.

The next few days Negan watched from afar both you and Lily, sending his men to send you extra food throughout the day. One of his wives crossing paths you gave you a dirty look as you pulled Lily close to you. Just as you tried to walk away she stood in front of you.

“You think Negan gives a crap about you and your daughter?” You didn’t respond only making her laugh.

“He’s just waiting for you to give in so he could finally get in between your legs, he thinks keeping your daughter happy will get him there” she laughed as she walked away making you roll your eyes. Negan caught this from where he stood and immediately headed towards you as you rushed to your room.

“Hey-“ Negan got in front of you trying to block your way.

“Get out of my way and here-“ you shoved the food you were given to his chest.

“Take your little bribe, we don’t need this”

“What the hell did she say to you?”

“Go ask her, she’s your wife” you walked around him.

“Come on, Lily let’s go” you took her hand and quickly walked away. Negan wanted to stop you, but seeing Lilys face he held his composure to not scare her, instead went to his wife.

Negan could be heard from outside the room loudly yelling at the woman. You didn’t hear a thing locked in your room reading stories to your daughter. Once you finished she kept herself busy as you went to grab her medication from her book bag, it being time for her to take it. You stood by the door going through her bag only finding one tube left. You could’ve sworn you had at least four more and panicked just as someone knocked on the door.

Of course it was Negan making you sigh, juggling her backpack and medicine in your hand you accidentally dropped it as Negan crouched down to get it. Looking closely at the tube he read the name and looked up at you surprised.

“Who’s is this?”

“Lily” you grabbed it back rudely as he stood up with you.

“What the hell do you want, Negan?”

“Lily has diabetes?” He asked looking behind you at her on the bed playing with a doll.

“Yes”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s none of your business” you responded stubbornly.

“Do you have enough?” He asked ignoring your attitude. You looked back at Lily then back at Negan.

“I’ll figure it out. I have to give her medicine now so if you don’t mind” Negan had a look of concern, he knew it wasn’t an easy medication to find. He remained silent and backed out of the door way as you slowly shut it not saying another word.

Negan went back to his room sitting at his desk wondering how the hell he was going to find more medicine for you. Looking down at his book he remembered one pharmacy that hadn’t been fully raided that wasn’t too far away.

The next day Negan didn’t say a word to you as he took off with a couple of his men to find this medicine. He wasn’t even a thought in your mind as you thought about how you were going to be able to get Lily her medicaiton yourself.

After a long day you were playing with her around the sanctuary to keep her distracted until you were stopped by Simon. He had asked you to come with him to see Negan but you hesitated.

“For what? I have to put Lily to bed soon” You asked holding Lily close.

“It’s not an option, let’s go” you sighed and followed Simon to the back, he opened the door for you letting you both inside before closing it shut behind you and waited outside. Negan sat at his table going through a bag as you stood confused.

“What is this?” He still didn’t look up making you walk straight up to him running out of patience.

“Listen if this is another one of your little plans to try and-“ before you could finish Negan looked up and placed a bag in front of you without saying a word. You looked down and right away noticed it was bags filled with the medication Lily needed.

“W-where…how..how did you get this?” You stood in shock.

“This doesn’t mean that I have to..-“

“This is for Lily” Negan stood up looking down at the both of you.

“That’s all this is, Cherie” he assured you as you struggled to compose yourself with overwhelming emotions. Your eyes getting teary eyed just as Lily shook your hand trying to get your attention.

“Yes baby?” You asked her quickly wiping away a tear as Negan watched along.

“I’m thirsty”

“Ok, we’ll go back to the room now and I’ll get you some water.”

“I have some right here” Negan quickly walked to the other side of the room grabbing a pitcher before you could stop him. He crouched down to Lily and poured her a cup of water, handing it to her with a smile.

“What do we say, Lily?” You asked standing beside her.

“Thank you” she whispered shyly before taking a sip.

“You look just like your mama” Negan whispered with a smile before he stood up and motioned for you to sit on his black leather couch.

“Oh, I shouldn’t” you whispered just as Lily walked over to the couch and sat down.

“Lily-“ You called for her as Negan laughed, giving in you sat next to her with a sigh. Instantly feeling how comfortable it felt, sleeping on a shitty mattress had your body all tensed up.

“This couch is pretty comfortable” you laughed as you lay your head back.

“Oh you’re more than welcome to come by-“ Negan grinned as he walked around his table to quickly write something down.

“Anytime you want to” he continued in a whisper to himself before standing up straight, he looked up realizing you had closed your eyes.

“Cherie?” Negan raised a brow as Lily placed a finger over her lips.

“Shhhh” he couldn’t help but chuckle as he walked towards you, crouching down before you.

“Mama fell asleep huh?”

“Yup” Lily whispered.

“Watch this” Negan winked at her before he stood up and gently placed your arm around his neck and picked you up in his arms. She watched as Negan bought you to his bed, carefully laying you down. Lily covered her mouth holding her laughter as Negan looked back and made a funny face at her. Looking down at you, you seemed so peaceful, he pulled his covers over you and let you sleep. Next thing Negan found himself sitting on the floor playing with Lily going along with whatever game she wanted. He hadn’t laughed this much in a while, hell he didn’t care to even see his wives.

Just a little while later you began moving around, stretching on top of what felt like a cloud before you realized you weren’t in your room.

“Lily?” You looked around confused, jumping out of the bed screaming for her. Running to the next room you almost screamed for her again until you found Negan, carrying her, swaying side to side as her head lay over his shoulder…she was fast asleep. Negan turned to you and placed his finger over his lips as you caught your breath and took a step back. He gently lay her on the bed in the room and walked out with you.

“Why didn’t you wake me? I didn’t mean to fall asleep like that, Lily must’ve thought-“

“Lily has been fine, you needed your rest, Cherie. When the hell do you ever get a break?”

“That’s not your concern. I’m gonna bring her back to my room” you walked past Negan heading to the room as Negan followed behind.

“Why don’t you both stay here the night? You both can sleep in a more comfortable bed.”

“My daughter and I will not be staying where you bring your wives” you turned back to him almost running into him not expecting him to have been so close.

“I don’t bring them here. This is my space, they know they’re not allowed here. Cherie you two are safe here, why don’t you just accept my god damn help”

“You’ve helped me enough, what is that you’re trying to do, what do you want Negan?”

“How about a thank you, Cherie?!” He suddenly

spoke harshly making you take a step back, clearing his throat he checked behind you to make sure Lily hadn’t woken.

“And no, not a thank you in bed-“ his eyes drifted to your lips as he stepped closer making you take another step back.

“As much as I’d love a taste of you, how about just a simple thank you without thinking the worst shit of me.” he looked back into your eyes, he could tell you were at a loss for words. You crossed your arms and sighed looking away.

“Thank you” you finally whispered.

“I’m sorry..” you continued as you thought about how he got you something that was very important for Lily.

“Seriously, thank you…I didn’t think I was ever going to get her medicine and-“

“Well you don’t have to worry about that anymore” he assured you as you looked up at him.

“Look I know you’ve heard a whole lot of shit but-“ before he could finish you suddenly tip toed and grabbed his face planting your lips on his, completely catching him by surprise. Letting go you quickly walked away as he followed behind.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He caught you by your arm just as you entered his room and pulled you in against him, kissing you with eagerness.

You swore you wouldn’t do this, you swore you’d never be any of those women who gave into Negan. Next thing you knew you were on his bed, your clothes practically ripped off of you as he kissed every part of you that he could. Negan on top of you before you suddenly stopped him as he looked down at you out of breath.

“What is it?” You looked over at the direction your daughter was in and back at Negan.

“What if-“

“No one could get in there, they’d have to get past us to get to where she is, and no one comes in here.” he assured you.

“What if she wakes up?” Negan didn’t respond and instead kept kissing you, distracting you from your worries. Moving quickly you flipped yourself on top of him as he sat up wrapping your legs around him. Surprised with yourself but caught in the moment, you didn’t think twice. Never did you think you’d be naked in a bed with Negan. He groaned brushing his hand up your back as you positioned yourself just right for him to slide right in you. The sound that escaped your lips the second you felt him in you only turned him on more. You rocked your body against his as his arms held you tightly against him. Moaning you moved together in sync feeling his stubble against your neck.

“Negan…” you moaned, your hands grabbed the top of the headboard behind him as you moved vigorously.

“Holy Shit-“ Negan choked out, his hands squeezing your waist as you rode him.

“Jesus…I didn’t know you had this in you” he chuckled before flipping you to your back.

“You dont know a lot about me” you panted staring up at him. A mischievous grin appearing on his lips as he got on his knees, grabbing your legs over his shoulders, thrusting his hips as fast as he could. The both of you reaching orgasm, grabbing the covers beside you, you turned your face moaning into the pillow. It had been so long since you last had sex, your body felt as if it was still floating. Zoned out into your own pleasure you noticed Negan watching you as he jerked himself off on your thigh. The sight of you during an orgasm was one he felt he could watch all day. Catching your breath you sighed feeling relaxed until the sound of a knock on the door made you jump.

“Relax, stay here” Negan dressed himself up as you got up from the bed confused. You managed to get back into your clothes faster than he expected as he turned back to you.

“Hey, stay in bed…I wanna see you when I get back-“ he grabbed your face looking down at you.

“I’m not finished with you” he kissed you before quickly grabbing his bat and walking out the door.

After checking on Lily you lay in his bed not exactly sure what to think or what to do, either way you knew you were lucky. What were the chances of finding your daughter her medication? Laying in bed you closed your eyes drifting off to sleep waiting on Negan to return..

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theoddcatlady · 5 months

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The Mom Group

Joining a mom group changed my life. Honestly I thought I’d be all alone when my husband and I left our hometown for his new job. That was bad enough, but the fact I’d just had little Charlotte three months prior to said move made it actual hell.

I was out on the front yard cradling my fussy child when an angel came down from heaven, and that angel was my neighbor, Karen. She had truly mastered being a mother, all she had to do was hold Charlotte and my baby girl was cooing and quieting right down for her nap. Granted she had done this three times with her kids Staci, Cydney, and Kurtis, but she was exactly what I needed.

Several of the moms on the street were part of the group and I got to meet them all that Saturday for some much needed wine and chill time. Norma, April, Melody and Camilla. Each of them had kids under the age of ten and April was also a first time new mom, although she sadly joined the group before her first miscarriage.

“It was a hard time,” She said as she took a sip from her glass, “But everyone helped me through it. And now I have Zoe, and I wouldn’t trade anything for her.”

It made life a lot easier, having all these other moms around. But of course, it took me a while to settle in, be really accepted, you know? The one thing I was never invited to for those first few months was Friday night. Girl’s Night. The kids would be stashed with the husbands, I’d see everyone else’s cars parked over at Karen’s house. I didn’t know what went on at these girl’s nights, only that they never asked me to come along.

I decided one day that it was time I invited myself. I mean, maybe they didn’t ask me to come over because they assumed I knew I was welcome. I got a bottle of this really tasty mango wine, made sure Charlotte was in bed, and after telling my husband not to wait up, I marched on over to Karen’s house.

The party had just gotten started when I knocked on the door. Norma answered it, wineglass in hand. Her eyebrows raised as she saw me waiting outside. “Hi!” I raised up my bottle. “I saw you all coming over, mind if I join in?”

For a second, I saw Norma doubt, but before she could open her mouth to make an excuse Karen appeared from out of the hall. “Oh! Tammy, it’s so great to see you! Come on in,” She grinned widely and beckoned me in.

Proud of myself for taking the initiative, I glanced at Norma, who pursed her lips for a moment before shrugging and stepping aside to make way for me. Karen took the bottle from my hands and grinned. “Oooh, thank you, but I already provided the drinks for tonight. You can do it next time, or who knows, maybe we’ll go a little crazy and we’ll need it. You’re just in time, we were about to start reading!”

And now I finally had an answer for what went on during girl’s night- book club! Enjoy a few glasses of wine, discuss whatever we were reading for the week. I loved to read, well, at least before Charlotte. I barely had the time now.

The living room was lit by soft candle light. April and Melody were lounging on the couch while Camilla reclined on the armchair and flipped through a book on her lap. It was a large thing, bigger than some Bibles I’ve seen, and my father was a minister- I’ve seen some big Bibles.

“Cam, how dare you get started without us!” Karen said with a laugh, taking a seat in the other armchair. Norma seemed to relax now and she had scuttled off to the kitchen to grab an extra chair.

April noticed me and her eyes widened. “Oh, Tammy! Ummm, Karen-”

“Don’t worry about it, April, we can still continue with tonight’s activities,” Karen said, brushing her concerns off.

April and Melody scooched over to give me some room and I took my seat. “Soooo, what are we reading this week?” I asked.

Norma chuckled as she plopped down a dining room chair next to me and sat on it. “What we read every week, unless Camilla’s husband found another volume?”

“I’m afraid not, but we’re still going through my great grandmother’s library.” Camilla nudged up her glasses before handing the book to Karen. “I imagine she had more of this collection.”

Karen slipped off the dust cover, said dust cover was originally for the Great Gatsby but it clearly didn’t fit this monster of a book. The actual cover was made of black leather, and I saw the pages were lined with gold. “Is it a Bible?” I asked, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

I saw April’s lips twitch into a barely concealed smirk and Norma chuckled again, but Melody was the one that answered me. “Oh, not even close. Camilla, do you care to explain?” Melody asked.

Camilla nodded and had to push her glasses up again. “My great grandmother was a wealthy and incredibly intelligent woman, if not slightly eccentric. One thing she had a passion for was collecting books, she quite literally owned a library in her home. Two years ago, she unfortunately passed away, holding the book that Karen is now.”

I felt an uncontrollable shiver going up my spine as Karen began flipping through the pages. “What’s it called?” I asked.

“There’s no name on the cover and no author listed, but I imagine there may have been dozens or even hundreds of authors.” Karen tapped her fingers against the pages. “Since it is your first night here… how about you pick a page?”

The mood of the room rapidly shifted from casual to tense. Even the happy go lucky Melody seemed a bit off put. “Karen, are you sure that’s a good idea?” She asked.

“Why not? It’s not like she can do anything with it without our help.” Karen stood and crossed the room, setting the book on my lap. The weight of it was immense, easily making the textbooks I carried in college seem light as feathers. “Just… go with your heart, Tammy. Pick a page that just makes you feel right.”

I almost declined and passed it off to April, but that sudden burst of curiosity had me opening it up and turning the pages.

The book was all written by hand. Each page felt so fragile that if I breathed on them wrong they would crumble. It was the illustrations that got me, accurate depictions of human anatomy, plants that I couldn’t name even if my life depended on it, pictures of women throwing their heads back with a wail, holding knives above their bleeding arms, and… well, demons. I suppose they might have been actually demons.

“This is…” I swallowed and shook my head. “This is a little creepy.”

Karen nodded in sympathy. “We all thought it was at first too. But it’s actually not too bad, I imagine there’s some Stephen King that’s a lot worse. You feel anything?”

I was about to respond with a ‘not yet’ when I turned another page and I felt my heart catch in my throat.

The image was horrifying, of a man upside down with his throat slit open, and underneath was another demon with its forked tongue out, lapping up droplets of blood. But it was the title on the page that really had me pause.

‘Converse with The Satisfied One’

I knew this was the page I wanted to read. I tapped the picture with my finger. “I think I like this one,” I said.

April peered at it before grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Oh, you got good taste! Karen, do you think tonight’s a good night for a summoning?” She asked.

Karen shrugged. “Well, why not? It’s what Tammy wants to try.”

The women all gathered around, kneeling in front of me. Camilla gestured for me to read the page and I cleared my throat before doing so. Or well, trying to do so. The words coming out of my mouth sure as hell weren’t English, but I got a distinct impression about what to do. And so did the others, as they all got up and began to commence with the instructions.

“Please tell me you didn’t forget to grab a sacrifice this week,” Norma said, giving Melody a long stare as she pulled several black and red candles out from a basket under the coffee table.

Melody froze while she sharpened a silver knife. “Shit! It was my turn?” She asked.

Norma groaned and looked ready to slap her when Karen cleared her throat. “Don’t worry, I remembered that Melody always forgets when it’s her turn to bring the sacrifice. He’s in the basement.”

Melody sighed with relief while Camilla and April ran for the stairs. Karen dragged a positively enormous cauldron out from the coat closet, behind all the stuff stored away for winter. “Don’t worry about anything, Tammy, you can help us prep next time,” She said with a grunt.

So I just watched as preparations continued.

Norma grabbed what I initially thought was one of the kid’s toy chests in the corner of the room and dragged it to the center, popping it open and it transforming into a miniature table. A miniature table with chains.

As Melody lit the candles, I heard April and Camilla drag something behind them. I turned to watch them bring in a man, stripped down to the waist and clearly out of it. The women all teamed up to tie him down to the table, his neck hanging over the edge and above the cauldron.

Karen handed me the knife and all the other women joined hands. “Before the sacrifice, we need you to take a piece of yourself,” She said.

“I have to… what?”

It took me until this moment to realize that each of the women in this room were in fact missing a part of themselves. April’s hair was carefully arranged to hide the fact her right ear was gone, Camilla’s left ear was missing too. The tips of Norma’s left fingers were missing, along with the entirety of her ring finger. Melody was missing the big toe on her right foot, only visible when she wasn’t wearing shoes like she was now. And Karen… Karen pulled down her blouse to reveal her chest. Her breasts had been removed, the nasty scarring making abundantly clear that it wasn’t done in some sort of hospital room.

“It doesn’t have to be a lot of you, but you have to remove something. Something permanent, not just your hair or fingernails.” Karen pulled her shirt back up as she stared at me. “If you can’t do this, then you’re free to go. You won’t remember anything of this night, but you will remember that Friday nights just… aren’t for you. We won’t think anything less of you either. You’re still our friend, Tammy.”

I thought for a few minutes. I looked at the front door. I looked at the knife.

I took a deep breath before I gripped the knife ever tighter and brought it up to my face. I didn’t let myself hesitate before jabbing it into my eyesocket. I heard Melody gag as I worked the knife around, managing to pop the eye out and slicing it free. It landed on the ground before I let the pain hit me.

I wailed as I clung onto the side of my face, Karen gingerly picked up the eyeball before dropping it into the cauldron. “That’s good, that’s a great choice, the beings in the book will appreciate it. Do you think you can make the final cut?” She asked, nodding at the barely conscious man at the table.

I shook my head, I couldn’t think, I just hurt so much. Karen planted a rather maternal kiss on my forehead before taking the knife from me and slicing open the man’s throat.

The cauldron filled with blood as the women around me began to chant, and I don’t know how I managed to join them between my sobs but I did. The candles all glowed impossibly bright before snuffing out one by one until the chanting was done and there was only one left.

For a moment, all was quiet. I was getting close to passing out when I saw something crawl out of the fireplace. At first I thought I was seeing things, the slinking black shape crawling on the ground. I saw its face, its twisted features grinning before it blew out the final candle.

Now I couldn’t see, but I could hear. I could hear it slurping and lapping up the blood in the cauldron, draining it dry of its contents. I heard it walk around the room, whispering things I could not make out. It got closer and closer until it finally stopped in front of me. I did my best not to throw up at the smell of its breath, like rotting meat and spoiled milk.

“… You come for satisfaction?” The quiet voice whispered, its acrid breath tickling my ear.

Unable to speak, I just nodded.

I felt its lips brush the spot where Karen had kissed me before its twisting tongue licked at my gouged out eye. The pain slowly ebbed away until it was a dull ache.

“Feel satisfied, new daughter of the coven.”

I think I fainted after that, only waking up the next morning to birds singing and the smell of coffee. The cauldron was gone, the candles put away, the table was back to being a toy chest, it was like none of it had ever happened.

The other women had long gone home, but Karen made sure to text my husband to let him know I just konked out on the couch after I had a little too much to drink, and I looked so peaceful that she just couldn’t wake me. She also let him know that I’d accidentally cut my eye, so that’s why I’d be wearing that patch for the next few days.

It’s funny though, the eye might be gone but I can see just as normal. Even with the patch on, my sight is strangely unhindered. And the creature was right, I feel satisfied. Even when I don’t live up to my own expectations, I’m strangely okay with it. I’m not anxious, I’m not constantly putting myself down when things go wrong. I feel good.

And according to Karen, the sacrificing the body part deal was just a one time thing! I passed my initiation into the coven and it’ll all be smooth sailing from here. I hope this Friday goes even better than the last.

#my stories

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