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marilynthornhilllover · 5 months

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Literally anything with Larissa please!!!!!

Kinkmas fanfic: #1

Snow ball fights

Larissa weems x fem reader

Warning: fluff, slight talk of smut and teasing.

It was Christmas morning and there was no better place in the world to be than in bed with your amazing wife larissa. You yawned as you sat up and looked around the room, adjusting to the sun light peaking through the thin curtains. Your alarm on your phone rang catching your attention, it was 6:45 AM. Sighing you quickly turned it off before it could wake up larissa. She stirred tiredly as she turned away from you, pulling the entire blanket away from your side and over to hers as she grumbled before laying still.

You giggled softly at her childish demeanor, she looked so perfect as she slept, like the sleeping beauty she was, like the goddess she is. Hair emblazoned out around the pillows, one of the straps to her pink silk tank top slightly off her shoulder. You couldn't help looking at her beautiful pale skin with red and purple marks that you designed from last night's activities. You watched as she looked so adorable and perfect as she slept.

You smiled softly at her peaceful sleeping form. You groaned, pulling yourself from the bed - the place you so desperately wanted to be. You weren't typically the early bird in the relationship, that would be Larissa because she has to work very often, you were quite the contrary. You wanted nothing more than to sleep in with Larissa but it was Christmas morning and you both were going to be having lots of friends and family over later tonight and the food wasn't going to cook itself.

You had already prepared lots of goodies the night before brownies, cookies, cake pops, sweet meat sticks and so much more, you just needed to put them in the oven. Tonight was going to be special because it's also the first Christmas where you get to spend it with Larissa's family. They're never in Jericho and not much of the traveling type, so you were both excited when her parents said they were flying out for the Holidays.

You were quick to call some close friends from overseas asking if they could join for the holidays and Larissa did the same, so there was going to be a full house tonight. You also prepared some fun activities to do before gift opening, such as karaoke, seeing who could watch the most cringy Christmas movies, doing couple and friend challenges, cake and snack eating contest and lastly secret Santa. You were beyond excited - excited would be an understatement. You were going all out this year. After all, we can all agree that 2023 hasn't been all sunshine and roses what better way to celebrate it ending that with a nice holiday fess.

The mansion was very well decorated, with the biggest Christmas tree in the living room and every inch of the house beautifully decorated with Christmas lights, and the outside had blown up reindeer and elves along with many different colored Christmas lights. Everything looked significant.

You took a warm shower with your vanilla-scented Christmas bath scrub and soap then changed into your matching pajamas that you had bought for both you and Larissa to wear today, you placed hers on the bed so that she could easily change into it when she woke up, as you continued to get ready. You did your hair in a Christmas themed hairstyle You slipped on your uggs before heading off to the kitchen.

You checked the pastries that you left in the oven last night to make sure that they were okay before proceeding to turn on the oven to get them baking. You decided to bake something that everyone enjoyed so there were lots of pastries done in consideration of that. But you still had to work on the chocolate spice cinnamon rolls that your friend loved so much as well as donuts and homemade pop tarts.

The kitchen smiled like heaven. You decided to brighten up the mood a little by playing some Christmas music from the Playlist that you and Larissa had picked out. You started working on Christmas dinner as well. Since you and Larissa were both having your family and friends over, and everyone had different food tastes you decided to cook traditional dishes.

You were making chicken soup, pepperoni and jerk Juliet pizza, grand turkey with fries, fired crab with gravy sauce and, bread and of course the classic and also larissas favorite, Italian baked chicken wings in barbecue sauce. You made sure to order all the famous red wines and sweet alcoholic drinks aswell hot chocolate mix from France.

You didn't even realize that you began dancing to the music singing along to the lyrics a little too loud awakening Larissa in the process. She sleepily made her way down the hall from the bedroom, dressed in her pajamas and hair in a messy bun with her bunny slippers. You looked up at her as she stopping in front of you and stretched, her shirt rising up, flashing you the beautiful pale skin of her belly. You smiled at her form and leaned over to give her a peck on the lips.

" good morning sleepily head" you spoke, turning to put the cinnamon rolls in the oven as you took out the other pastires that were finished and placing them in the heating oven so they won't get cold before tonight. Larissa gently wrapped her hands around your waist pulling you into her. She gently began sucking and biting on your pulse point as her hand slipped into your pants and underwear.

You squealed and grabbed her wrist and stopped her before kissing her on her knuckles as she whined.

" I'm sorry baby but we have things to do today. We haven't even started wrapping and labeling the gifts yet and your family likes to be early birds" She tried to protest but you placed a hand on her lips and chuckled at her needy state.

" Oh come on y/n I can make you cum in 5 minutes! It won't even take that long if I use my fingers" she spoke in her raspy morning voice giving you that dirty look that turns you on faster than a light switch. You tried your best to ignore the aching and throbbing feeling in your core as you gently pushed her off your body.

" very impressive rissa but I don't want our food to burn and we have things to do" you said as she sighed in defeat before giving you a kiss on the forehead and then heading off to your batch of cookies before attempting to steal one, obviously you couldn't let that happen, so you snatched it from her quickly.

" larissa! We have to have enough food incase our guests bring more guests! You can have a cake pop" You smiled sheepishly at her as you gave her a red velvet cake pop with strawberry sauce and sprinkles on it. She took it looking at you in utter disbelief, mouth slightly open in shock before turning around and walking back down the hall towards her office.

"Great, I can't have pussy or cookies" she mumbled under her breath but loud enough for you to hear. You chuckled at her childish nature and continued to cook. After getting a decent amount of the pastries and food done you decide to go see what larissa was doing. Making your way down the hall you could hear her on a phone call. You stood in the door way and looked at her for permission for entry, she side eyed you and made hand movements signaling you to come in.

You entered and listened as she talked to the person on the other side. A hint of annoyance in her tone as she tried to stay calm.

" you can't be fucking serious Josh, you deal with it! The fuck! - what did you just say?! You know what, I can't handle your bullshit and incompetent behavior today if all days, you're fired! And fuck you!" She shouted as she hung up the phone. You looked up at her surprised at her out rage. She held her hands over her face in embarrassment as she tried to calm down.

" wanna talk about it?" You asked quietly and she shook her head and sighed, looking up she was met with your worried gaze. She pouted and tapped her lap. "c'mere darling" you walked over to her desk as she moved out her chair so you can sit on her lap. She moved it back it so your back was pressed against the table and your front against her chest.

She held your hips firmly as she snuggled her face into your neck. You gently combed your fingers through her hair, caressing her scalp with your nails.

" it was my assistant, can't believe he would want me to come in to work on Christmas!" she grumbled into you. You sighed and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at you. Her ocean eyes met yours in an instant. She looked at you so loving and caring. Like you were the only and rarest diamond in the entire world.

" it's ok, it's Christmas I mean you deserve your time off and he should know that" she hummed in agreement and kissed your nose smiling at you softly before her wide toothy grin came into evidence. She could tell that her actions and sudden out lash caused your mood to have a slight downfall and she didn't like that.

" I don't want my bad mood making you sad my love, you got up early and did so many things and I love you and I'm so externally grateful for you sweetheart" she spoke as she pouted playing with the waistband of your pants. You have her a warm smile while looking down at her veiny hands and red-painted nails before an idea struck you suddenly.

" I know something that could cheer you up," you said cheerfully with a huge smile that Larissa soon mirrored with a confused look. You pushed out of her chair with your feet and quickly got up dragging her along with you as you hurried back to the bedroom. You threw on a pair of black leggings, a white cardigan and your favorite pair of moon boots and you made sure that larissa did the same.

She still had that confused look on her face causing you to roll your eyes and pull her back down the hall and outside.

" what are you doing y/n it's freezing out here" she stepped out behind you turning to close the door as she wrapped her arms around herself to provide warmth for herself. As soon as she turned around that's when you striked. You threw a big ball if snow at her, resulting in it hitting her face. She froze in both shock and unexpectedness. She wiped away the cold ice remains from her face and looked up at you with put anger in her eyes.

" oh your gonna get it young lady " she practically shouted as she ran towards you picking up some snow in her hands and throwing it at you. You dodged it quickly making her gasp in as if she was hurt, you giggled and sticked out your tongue at her in a mocking stance. She raised her eyebrows at you in a playful form, her way of telling you "game on".

She picked up another handful of snow and threw it at you this time it did hit you and it went down your shirt making flinch at the sudden coldness on your skin, granting her access to make her way closer towards you. You quickly recovered and ran away before picking up some more snow and throwing it at her, this time she dodged it. This went on until two stray cats decided to join the both of you.

A ginger cat and a black cat, you and larissa giggled as the kittens played rough, of course they meant no harm, they're still young so it's their way of survival and they were just acting on instinct. The black one chased you around the yard, you quickly tried to run away from it before tripping over a high pile of snow and falling face first into the snow.

Larissa stopped dead in her tracks as she watched you get up, sitting on your knees as your entire face was covered in snow as you tried to get it off so you could see. She tried her best to hold in her laughter but she just couldn't. She busted out laughing as she watched you try to get up but only falling in the process. She held her stomach as she pretended to wipe a fake tear from her eye.

She chuckled as she watched you sit there helpless and embarrassed. She smirked as she saw you look at her in a annoyed manner before proceeding to help you up.

" they say karma doesn't forget anyone's address darling and it's very tr-" before she could finish her sentence you used the hand she was going to use to help you up to pull her down. You both erupted into a fit of laughter.

You both sighed as you tried to catch your breaths as you turned to look at each other.

" God I love you" you said as you looked up at the falling snow.

" I love you too, sweetheart " she spoke as she held your hand. You both smiled as you made snow angels before getting up.

" if you give me a piggy back ride to go in I'll l let you build that ginger bread house" you spoke looking up at her as she wiped off her leggings form snow and small twigs. She smiled and shook your hand.

" deal" she turned around and allowed you to get onto her back before proceeding to carry you inside.

The morning went on with more fun activities before it was almost time for everyone to arrive. You got dressed in a beauty black dress and larissa kept it fashionable as she rocked a navy blue suit.

Everyone started pulling up in the drive way, some already making their way through the door, in beautiful dresses and outfits and huge gifts.you both greeted them and showed them inside, saying hello to your friends and kissing your family members hello. You and larissa made your way to the dinning area to set up the table mats as everyone grabbed a welcome snack or pastire. You beant over the table to set one of the mats straight as you felt larissa bend over ontop of you behind you, her strap evident as she pushed up against you.

" larissa what the hell, someone can walk in and see us!" You whispered as you held onto the table to stable yourself and not appear truly helpess and needy.

" so? Don't act like you wouldn't want that. they just got here but I can't wait for them to leave so I can't fuck you in that dress darling" she husked as she walked away from you.

" larissa hi!" A guest greeted larissa on her way in to the dinning hall as larissa made her way out. She glanced over her shoulder and spared you one single look, before winking at you and then walking out. She left you desperate and aching and now you had to wait til God knows when to fuck by strap......

Kinknmas taglist : @agathaandgwenslesbian , comment if you wanna be tagged and apart of the taglist when more kinkmas fics are released!!! Hope you guys enjoyed i feel like this was a bit lazy :( but more spicy fics coming soon!!!😏

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ladyyystark · 2 months

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Im in need of this biodad fic where Peter feels replaced by Morgan. I dont care about Peter being the self-sacrificing idiot who likes kids and loved Morgan since the first time he saw her. I want him feeling betrayed, forgotten, unuseful, REPLACED. I want him feeling like he doesnt belong anymore to his family bc Morgan is there and it was so easy to forget him and build a new life while he was dead. I want him to be a dramatic and scared 16-year-old teenage boy who just woke up to lose all the life he knew. Let him be selfish for once for fucks sake.

+ points if Peter doesnt want anything to do with Morgan but Morgan was raised idolizing Peter and is so excited bc my brother is finally home! Now we can play together and he can make me fly like daddy showed me in the videos. Peter wants his old life back and Morgan cant wait to start living with Peter, so we have a teenager running away from a toddler but in the end, it gets better.

Im this close 🤏 to write it myself but too drunk to do it rn

or if anyone knows something like this or is writing it I will give you a donut if you share it with me 🍩

#irondad #peter parker #bio dad tony stark #tony stark #morgan stark #pepper potts #spiderman #spider man #ironman #irondad and spiderson #irondad spiderson #happy hogan #rhodey #james rhodes #ao3 #fanfiction

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seeingivy · 1 year

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seeingivy’s masterlist ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

attack on titan:

eren jaeger

roommates (fic)

method acting (fic)

airplane seats

christmas kiss

spiderman’s sweetheart

the mariners

levi ackerman

soulmates

rainy day

ticklish

elevated heart rates

jujutsu kaisen:

megumi fushiguro

something new

burnout

blessing

donuts

logical

satoru gojo

satoru as taylor swift songs (mini series)

family rules-verse (mini series)

soccer players

jersey switch

time travel

milestones

birthmark

how to fly

birthday pick me up

hair stylist

ryomen sukuna

best friends (older brother) sukuna (fic)

events

debut concert *ੈ✩‧₊˚

#seeingivywrites!#navigation

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brianwashere · 1 year

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saw requests were open so might as well request :p ; imagine being peter parker’s younger brother that also has spider powers and during the snap peter turn dust so most likely aunt may did as well. So reader was most likely homeless for a while until matt murdock comes in as daredevil and becomes a father figure for the reader :)

Kicking my feet and giggling. I haven’t got a req in so long and I love getting them so this made me very happy. So sorry the ending is abrupt I really wanted to get this posted!

If anyone wants another part to this I will write more!

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil or Marvel**

Paining: Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Male!Teen!Spider!Reader

Genre: family stuff(?) it’s all light hearted

Summary: look at req

Tw: a bit of language, probably; Matt punches reader on accident lmao

Fear’s corner

You seemed to only be scared these past few months. You were scared when you watched your brother climb aboard that flying alien donut. You were scared when you lost connection to his com and phone.

You were scared when you held your Aunt May and watched her turn to dust.

You were scared when the landlord kicked you out and called CPS after she realized you couldn’t pay rent.

It had been two months living on the streets. Two months starving; two months waiting for Peter to come home. Deep down you knew he’d suffered the same fate as Aunt May.

The cold winter winds rattled your bones and caused you to pull the threadbare ski jacket closer to your body. You shivered and kept moving down the street.

Tonight was a shitty night. You never stopped your spidey-work because you knew if Peter was here he’d want you to continue. Tonight was too cold for it, the suit doesn’t exactly provide thermal insulation, and the suit that was a gift from Mr. Stark was only for emergencies.

As you wandered through Hell’s Kitchen you searched for any grocery stores or restaurants with accessible dumpsters so that you could dig through and find food. You squinted at the sign of a large glass door entrance and saw it was a grocery store.

Jackpot.

Walking around to the dumpster, you took a running start and scaled the wall, not so gracefully landing on top of the dumpster.

You grabbed one of the two lids and threw it over. The heavy black plastic banged against the green rusted metal and you cringed.

The black bags seemed to taunt you, reminding you of how low you’ve sunk in only two months. You shook your head and jumped down, beginning to tear through garbage bags upon garbage bags.

You found an unopened granola bar and ripped the packing open, gobbling it down without another thought. You gulped heavily, pushing the last of the granola down and taking a large gasp of air. You got back to searching for more food.

That’s when you got the feeling. Your spidey-senses were tingling. You grabbed ledge of the dumpster and threw yourself over. A man in a red suit with devil horns landed in front of you. Stumbling back, your back hit the brick wall of the dumpster.

“Hey, hey. Calm down.” He said collectedly.

You gulped and easily jumped over the brick wall, taking off in a sprint.

“Hey, wait! Hold on!” The man called.

You sprinted even faster, any stranger chasing you and telling you to ‘hold on’ was an automatic threat.

You could hear footsteps following you.

‘Holy shit. This guy’s fast.’

You ran down the dark streets, trying to find somewhere to get up higher. You turned down a pitch black alleyway and jumped onto a fire escape, scaling it as fast as you could. You grabbed the ledge of the building and dragged yourself over it, gasping for breath.

Two red boots blocked your vision and you shot up. The man punched you right in the eye before gasping suddenly and gripping your hoodie.

“Jesus, you’re just a kid, aren’t you?” The question was more rhetorical but you shook your head ‘no’ anyway.

He didn’t need to know your age or that you were on your own. You began to flail to get away but air wasn’t reaching your lungs. The man let you go and you broke into a coughing fit. Collapsing to the ground, you wheezed for breath, desperate for air.

“Hey, hey kid, breathe. Breathe. In and out.” He spoke softly to you.

You followed his instructions and realized there was a weight on your back. This stranger was rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“There you go, just calm down, Kid.” He comforted.

You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from the first positive touch you’d had in a while.

“Do you have somewhere to go?” The vigilante asked.

You shook your head, seeming to forget that you shouldn’t be telling him this. He sucked in a breath.

“I know someone I can take you to, ok?” The devil said quietly; silently asking if you would go.

You just nodded pathetically. Trying to get up was very wobbly for you. The man helped steady you though.

“You’re in no condition to jump rooftop to rooftop,” He said, seemingly to himself. “We’ll walk instead.”

You just shrugged half-heartedly, suddenly feeling very tired. You met his mask and he gestured near the ladder expectantly. You raised an eyebrow at him but began your descent down the fire escape.

You finally reached the point where you could jump off. You landed on your feet, but your knees buckled and you fell back. The man was standing over you in a second. He reminded you of Peter some.

Peter would always be the first one by your side if he thought you were hurt.

You stood up slowly and dusted yourself off.

“Follow me.” The red man instructed.

You caught up to walking beside him. You glanced around the buildings and cleared your throat.

“So uh…what’s your deal, huh? You just go around finding homeless kids to shove into randos’ homes?” You asked, trying to fill the void noise.

He seemed surprised you could talk and fumbled over his words.

“I am Daredevil, protector of Hell’s Kitchen.” He stated.

“Wow.” You said, unimpressed. “So is that like—the full name or is it just Daredevil?” You teased.

He huffed out a laugh, seeming to realize the ridiculousness of his introduction.

“Just Daredevil.” He smiled.

You nodded some.

“So this ‘guy’ you know…is he like..some foster care guy…?” You really didn’t wanna go into the system; you’d met other homeless kids who had ran away from their foster families because of how awful it was.

“…no. Would you rather he be?” Daredevil responded.

“Hell no. I think I’d rather die.” You laughed some.

The silence was more than slightly awkward. You cleared your throat. Your eye throbbed.

“Soooo…why’d you punch me?” You swung your arms back and forth.

He choked at that.

“Thought you were a criminal. And an adult. Most people don’t run unless they’re guilty.” Daredevil explained.

You hummed in acknowledgement. It was his turn to ask questions now.

“So how’d you just…jump that wall like that?” He asked.

“Oh uhhhh. Parkour…?” You tried.

The red man nodded some, though he didn’t look at all convinced.

The rest of the walk went well. He stopped at an apartment complex and buzzed in.

“Fourth floor. Room 14.” He stated before running off.

You raised your eyebrows as you watched him scurry off.

‘What a weird guy.’

You just shook your head and began your ascent to the fourth floor.

When you got to the fourth floor and room 14 you paused, hearing various crashes and curses. A few seconds later the door opened and a scruffy looking man appeared. He was dressed in a wrinkly t-shirt and pair of sweatpants; he was staring right over you.

You started to regret coming into the apartment complex.

“Uh…the devil guy told me to come here.” You stated.

He blinked and his face morphed into one of what you supposed to be surprise. It more just looked like over exaggerated confusion.

“Yeah come in,” the brown haired man opened the door wider for you to pass through. “I’m Matt. Matt Murdock.” He said with a smile.

“Yeah…so you’re uh…some kinda—“ You made a vague, random gesture with your hands.

Matt just blinked and waited for the end of your sentence. It was then you noticed his eyes didn’t actually track and movement or shifts of light.

“Forgive me for asking, but are you blind?” You attempted to ask politely.

At that he cracked another smile and laughed some.

“Indeed I am. I hope that won’t be much on a problem.” Matt grinned at you.

“No! No of course not!” You rushed to explain, at which he laughed more.

“Calm down, Kid—“ The rest of his sentence faded out as you zoned in on those three words.

The words that had been uttered to you not half an hour before. By the same voice. Matt seemed to catch on that something was wrong.

“Everything alright, Kid?” He asked concerned.

“You’re Daredevil, aren’t you?” You swallowed thickly.

He huffed out a disbelieving laugh.

“No? Why would you say that? Why would I even know Daredevil?“ Daredevil started.

“Your voice is the exact same as his. And you’re the only one who’s ever called me ‘Kid’ before.” You explained.

He pursed his lips, looking more disappointed in himself than anything else.

“Yeah I’m—I’m Daredevil.” He awkwardly stated.

“So…you’re not really blind?” You knit your brows together.

“No, I’m blind it’s just that I can—it’s hard to explain, let’s just get you settled in for now.” He changed the subject.

It left you more confused but you supposed you had no better option but to agree. You hadn’t slept on anything remotely related to a couch in two months and you couldn’t wait to get the best night’s sleep of your life.

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enchantedchocolatebars · 26 days

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🐶 Pugsheen The Dog Headcanons 🦴

• His favorite things in the entire world are being called a "good boy" and getting tummy scratches.

• If you give him his favorite treats like dog biscuits and donuts, as well as dog toys, he'll love you forever.

• He'll sniff the butt of others to show that he wants to be their friend.

• If his ball is stuck somewhere he can't reach, he'll bark at you for hours to retrieve it.

• Outside time is his favorite time since he gets to play with you and other people and socialize with other dogs.

• He will chase both his tail and the mailman.

• He loves to take rides on this thing.

• He has the ability to flap his ears like wings and fly.

• Pusheen The Cat is one of his closest and fondest friends.

• He has a beating heart as well as a puptastic family.

#(i ❤️ pugsheen)#(definitely didn't base some of these on my dog lol)#(🐶 🦴)#pusheen #pusheen the cat #pugsheen #pugsheen the dog #headcanon #headcanons #writing #my writing

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hoe-4-the-clones · 8 months

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Upper moon musical

Urogi: I think I'll try defying gravity and you can't pull me down

Sekido: Can't I make you understand, you're having delusions of grandeur?

Urogi: Tell them how I am defying gravity! I'm flying high, defying gravity! And soon, I'll match them in renown and nobody in all Japan, no slayer that there is or was is ever gonna bring me down!

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*after Daki and Gyutaro died*

Muzan: We are outgunned! Outmanned! Outnumbered, outplanned!

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Akaza: Honey, what you waitin' for? Welcome to my donut store! Time for you to prove you're not a weakling anymore.

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Douma: I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love.

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Aizetsu: Even when the dark comes crashing through. When you need a friend to carry you, when you're broken on the ground. You will be found

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8bitscarlet · 2 years

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The Family Wedding

Summary: It was finally the day you had been dreading of ever since you first asked Wanda to be your date in her diner. You knew you couldn't get her to quit you but you knew that you had to quit, one way or another.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff (minor cussing, alcohol consumption, rich people)

Word Count: 9.1k

A/N: Another month and another finished series. The fourth and final part of The Family Christmas. This one went much, much longer than I was ever going to take this type of trope and I'm so glad that I did. The chapter word count also went longer than I thought but I hope y'all enjoy it! Happy Reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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"No, no. Listen to me, never ever, let Bucky do a presentation alone," you wipe the side of your mouth with your hand, "You won't know a thing about stocks but you'll knew what he did Spring Break '09."

Wanda laughs, "In '09? Wasn't he a freshman in high school?"

You glance over at Wanda with a cock of your brow. She hums out as she props the lid of the box in her lap up, "Of course. He probably had a fake ID when he was born,"

Reaching over as you slow the car at the stoplight, you feel a sharp sting against the top of your had. You retract your arm quickly, glancing over from where the hit came from. Green eyes stare at you, wondering why you're staring at her with such shock on your face.

"Did you just slap me?"

Wanda gives a slow nod, picking up the donut you were reaching for, "I wanted that one."

Scoffing, you tap your chin with a thoughtful stare, "Who bought you those donuts?"

"Please. You could buy that whole company and get us donuts for free if you weren't lazy."

You roll your eyes, "Well, the donut wouldn't really be free. You know we've got to have profits and if I'm taking donuts, well then that'll cut into production costs to make more and," A sweet pastry slams into your mouth as you're about to start spewing numbers, frosting pressing up towards your nose. You gag slightly as you inhale a sprinkle, tasting the sweet chocolate as you try to not serve the car, coughing and chewing.

"I want to sleep on the flight. Not in the car, Y/N." Wanda glances at you as you try to quench the dryness inside of your mouth, finally getting the donut down after a few gulps.

Gasping out as you swish the thick chocolate frosting off your teeth with the water, you start to make the final curves to the airport, "You'll miss out on the meals."

Wanda chuckles, "Meals? What, a microwaved dinner and a bag of peanuts thrown at my face?"

You glance over at her, smirking slightly as she starts to put donuts in a bag to stuff in her backpack. She stops and looks at you, "Oh wait, allergies. They give out that snack mix now, huh? Fancy."

Chuckling to yourself, you tap the tickets in between the both of you, "I forgot, we're not flying economy, Wands."

Her eyes spark as you start to eye the signs to figure out where you're supposed to pull off, "Premium economy? Oh my god, should I bring my blanket? Will they give me a blanket? Do we get those warm face towels?"

You slow the car, starting to gather all of your stuff, "Business class gets the face towels."

Stepping out quickly, you practically jog around the car to help Wanda with her door. Trying to politely shove the valet out of the way as he reaches for the door. You make eye contact with him and watch him retreat away and head to the trunk, Wanda still rambling on and unaware of where you've parked.

"Oh, I just hope I can recline my seat a bit. I hate sitting straight up, y'know? Do we get a different shuttle here, too? Do they have face towels?"

You grin at her obsession with warm face towels as you toss your keys towards the valet with open hands and start to walk towards the entrance. But a hand grips yours and you turn around slowly, green eyes cautiously looking around at the front of the airport.

"Our bags?"

"They'll get them, don't worry," you say, "Thank you," you slide your hand from Wanda's as you give the valet a shake with some cash in your palm.

You take your bag from his hands as the other helps put Wanda's backpack up on her shoulders. Wanda whispers an embarrassed thank you as she tries to figure out where her suitcase is going. You wait for her to remember that the money you have isn't all talk and that you aren't the torn short and gym short wearing sloucher like you are with just her.

You're somewhere others might see you and recognize you. The last thing you need is your mother finding out you wore jeans on a flight. The scandal that could cause.

Wanda grabs your jacket and you turn to her, both of you standing close as you lean over slightly at her impatient yank, "I didn't have to make you peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, did I?"

You grin, "I am really excited about those actually," sliding your hand from the side pocket of your bag, you hold out her passport, "I got you pre-check, too. You're welcome."

She smacks your arm, "You stole my passport?!" Letting out a huff, she can't help the small grin on her face when she sees the laughter you hold in, "You better worship my sandwiches."

"Like a five star meal. Come on, we'll be late."

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You let out a sigh, scrolling through another endless email as you lounge in your seat. It's reclined, practically horizontal as you feel your eyes starting to fall as you read over the same sentence you've been reading all flight.

Wanda had been bursting with excitement when she saw the individual seats each person got up here. She had played with the divider between the two of you, a different face each time she closed and opened it. Trying to get you to laugh and not worry about what you were flying into and the crests that were packed in her suitcase.

Glancing over at her, Wanda's sitting upright. Her legs crossed in her seat as she swipes through all of the hours of entertainment on her suite's device. She stole your complimentary blanket and she's cuddled beneath it with hers. You take a sip of your drink, still seeing the same glow in her eyes that she had when she saw the bag of goodies waiting on her seat.

A childlike excitement and a realization in yourself of how much you'd taken for granted for so long.

Something flashes on your screen and you glance up with a chuckle. A message had been sent to your suite from seat 3A. Wanda's seat,

Hi.

You turn your head to look at her properly now, raising your brows as you slip off your headphones and rest them on your neck.

"Have you tried the lotion? My hands are so soft now," she grabs your hand and shares the extra lotion she has smeared on her skin. You hum, rubbing your hands together but trying to rub away the jolt of energy her touch sent through you, "Did you see the pajamas they gave us? And this cute little tea mug?"

You chuckle at the rise in pitch of her voice as she holds up the mug. She didn't mention your favorite little amenity of sitting up here. You lift up your foot that was hidden beneath your extra blanket and wiggle your slipper, covered foot. Wanda gasps at the sigh, searching through her stuff until she finds her own slippers.

"You know, after all this time, you've never told me just how rich you are."

You look up from your laptop with a thoughtful hum, "Well I mean, you know I'm comfortable."

"No shit," she scoffs as she glances to her left and sees the tray of warm towels waiting for her to pluck one from, "But like, can you buy a baker's dozen of nice cars or a baker's dozen of islands?"

Glancing at her as you press the warm towel against your face and groan at the relief, "Islands with a house to put each of those cars in."

Wanda was in the middle of taking a drink of her mimosa as you hear her gasp and then cough. She nearly drops the flute to the ground as she leans forward, pressing her hand against her nose. You shut the curtain to the aisle as you kneel in front of her, taking the once warm towel to wipe the seat.

"Hey, you can't get drunk before me. You okay?"

Wanda holds her towel to her nose, blowing out the rest of the drink that shot up from her cough, "And you only got me a week in Greece for my birthday?"

You can see her teasing smirk behind the towel as you climb back into your seat with a roll of your eyes, "Im' sorry. Was that private jet not to your liking? Or was it only waiting five minutes to get into that local restaurant?"

She eyes you carefully, "Thank you for not taking me to one of those Michelin restaurants."

You give a hard laugh, forcing a grin on your face, "They're too posh for me. Besides, you leave feeling hungry anyways."

Wanda rests a hand on your arm, her thumb stroking along your skin. You glance at her quickly, looking back at your laptop before a blush can form on your face. Wanda can hear the stiffness in your laughs, the way your eyes glaze over as you play through every horrible thing that can happen at this event.

"Are you alright?"

There's no use trying to hide anything from her. You may not be a couple on the way to getting married at the end of the year, but she knows you like she is. A deep connection between the two of you that you are so scared to lose. You sigh and close your laptop, gently picking yourself up to close Wanda's suite door and not just the curtain.

Just in case someone you know is on this same flight, the last thing you need is more gossip in your aunt's ears.

"I just... I can't believe you still want to do this."

Wanda tilts her head as she rests on her seat, "I mean, I get to fly first class."

You hum, leaning forward and going to swipe at your screen. Trying to find a distraction, to not think about all of the guilt and selfishness that has been gnawing at you for months. All the crap you've made Wanda go through and what she's putting on hold for you.

And your anger towards her for not being just as selfish and just taking your money to run to the other side of the country, away from you. Wanda knows you too well, as she pulls your arm back to the armrest.

Leaning back into the seat, her fingers smooth out the folds along your shirt, "Hey, it's just me. Not your family. You know you can be honest with me."

"I'm going to figure out how to make sure you finish out your degree," you nod, making it a promise.

"Y/N..."

You shake your head before she can spew that crap of taking a break, "No, this isn't more important. This is not what you want to do with your life. Putting up with me. With my family."

"You still haven't told me what you want to do with your life. Your dreams. You know all of mine."

Wanda's fingers trace down your arm, tickling along the inside of your palm. You just stare at each other, nothing but the white noise of the plane engines. Her green eyes try to pull you open, just to find a crack in you.

And you hold on for dear life on a quiet dream only you know. A dream filled with green eyes and not a single suit in your closet. A dream of calm days and nights with callused hands and no spreadsheets. A dream of raising a family that didn't pull at turtlenecks every Christmas.

There's a knock and for the first time, neither of you move to make it seem like you're in love. There's no faking anything in this moment. There's no thought to hide anything from anyone here. It's just the two of you.

"Making sure you get to live your dreams," you whisper, answering her request to be honest.

The door slides open with your first meal of the flight and you smile at the attendant as you lean back to set up your tray. You take the food and clear your throat as you carefully unroll your cloth napkin. Wanda is silent, poking at her salad and eyes all of this food on her tray. You wait for her to glance with a side eye, planning on how she's going to steal your cookie, but you know she's not thinking about that.

Quietly, you reach around for your bag and rummage around for a moment before your hand wraps around a plastic container. Bringing it up to your tray, you pop open the lid and hold up half of a sandwich over to Wanda.

She glances over, chuckling with a slight blush. She takes it as you hold your half of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, tipping it towards her as she tips towards you. Cheering with the sandwiches, you grin as you see the small smile spread across her lips.

"Bon appetit," she whispers to you.

You laugh and bite into the most perfect sandwich you've ever had, "Ah see. We'll make a fancy woman out of you yet."

Wanda rolls her eyes, "I'm not taking French classes," she scoffs, watching you stuff the rest of the sandwich in your mouth, "And we'll make you a commoner yet."

Her eyes rest on yours for a moment, both of you chewing quietly. The way she looks at you, it almost feels like she can read your mind. Grinning, she shimmies closer to your armrest and takes the remote for your screen, "Okay, these are the movies I want to watch. There is absolutely no debate."

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Clearing your throat, you smooth out your jacket and take careful step towards the large white tent in front of you.

The time between the plane landing and you having to slip into your wedding attire wasn't long enough, you found. Your head felt like it had barely rested on the pillow before Wanda was shaking you awake softly, whispering that it was time to get up.

You grumbled the whole time as you slipped into a suit just to go get ready somewhere else. She nodded, agreeing with your half mumbled words as she handed you all your things and shoved you out the door. You didn't see her again until the ceremony and even then, you couldn't be next to her.

She was just far enough away from you that you couldn't hold onto her for reassurance or listen to her whisperings as she made fun of your cousins. You had to stand around in the wedding party, trying to sneak glances at her in a beautiful dress that was showing just enough to make your eyes linger.

You know she noticed your stare, the slight blush in your cheeks as she mouthed out for you to behave as you wished she knew you weren't staring to feed into the lie. You were staring because she was drop dead gorgeous and you desperately wanted to be sitting next to her in that pew.

Despite your desperation to be near Wanda, the ceremony went smoothly enough. Not much room to cause a ruckus inside of a church. You had made eye contact with your father as you walked down the aisle with the wedding party but you couldn't read anything from him. Wanda steadied you with small grins as you stood up there, when she wasn't trying to corral Bucky with his fidgeting.

Now though, it was no man's land and your father could come around at any moment. And that any moment would certainly be after he had a few too many glasses of whiskey neat. You shudder at the thought as you can see the long tables with far too many flowers on top. All of the personalized drinkware and all the different utensils you're going to have to remember how to use for dinner.

Wanda's arm is hooked in yours, a simple burgundy dress to match the splash of color on your clothes. Your mother didn't have anything planned for her and Wanda was thankful, making comments on how uncomfortable some of the other dates were looking. You nod along, your eyes washing over the entering crowd but not taking anything in, your mind a thousand miles away.

Taking in a deep breath as you walk into the air conditioned tent, you let out a groan. Barely a step inside and you're already running into roadblocks that stop a somewhat enjoyable evening.

"Fuck me," you whisper with a turn of your head as Wanda continues to glance behind you. You duck your head as you mutter through the name cards on the table and try to find your seat quickly and without making eye contact with another certain someone.

"Oh my god," Wanda chuckles as she pulls at your arm to keep you where you are, "Is that your ex?"

"Yes," you whisper sharply and walk towards the bar. Glancing back to get Wanda, you watch in horror as her arm raises and she waves, "Wha- Don't wave!"

Wanda giggles as you drag her towards the bar, "They kind of look like me," she hums, "You have a type, Y/N. Oh god, imagine if we wore the same dress. The embarrassment."

You glare ahead of you, staring at your ex dressed in a flowing and incredibly expensive white dress, "Yes. Totally embarrassing."

Your fingers clench the bartop as you let out a heavy breath. Jaw clenched tightly as you yank at your collar, trying to loosen the thick fabric that's pressing into your jugular. Eyes are on you, you can feel it. The quiet whispers as those who walk past, commenting on who's on your arm.

A hot flash runs through your body as you try to think of something to cool you down and clear your head.

"Hey," Wanda pulls you from the bar to let others order and you watch some of your cousins glancing at the two of you. Whispering, snickering.

You lean against the side of the bartop as Wanda thanks the attendant and hands you a glass of water to try and cool you down. She stands in front of you, smoothing out your shirt, "Relax. Everything's going to be fine. We've done this a million times."

You shake your head, the ice shaking in your hand, "They've probably rigged the bouquet and garter toss so we're forced to get married."

She grabs your face and snaps your wandering eyes to her, "Stop it. We're only here to show that we came. Talk to a few people, leave and go get drunk. Okay? Can you do that?"

You grab her hands softly, rubbing them with your thumb as you bring them down between you, "This isn't fair to-,"

Wanda steps forward, her lips pressing against yours and stopping you from finishing that thought. You take in a deep breath, standing up straighter as you drop her hands. Arms wrap around her waist as her fingers grip your jacket roughly. Her lips move against you, not a small peck to keep up appearances. It's a deep kiss, rough. As if the world doesn't exist around you and for a moment, you truly forget it exists.

Her forehead rests against yours for a moment, the both of you slowing your breaths, "Are you going to stop now?"

Taking in a slow breath, you hum, "I'm sorry."

"I swear, I'll kiss you again," Wanda's fingers wrap around your jacket collar tighter but her voice is soft, almost like she's asking.

"She has to threaten you with kisses now?" Steve walks up, sharing a laugh with Wanda as he gives her a hug.

Bucky comes from the side and jabs your side but you restrain yourself from grabbing him in a headlock. But he can see it in your eyes, you'll be keeping count tonight and every time he pisses you off, he's buying a round tonight. He doesn't care and gives Wanda a tighter than necessary hug and purses his lips,

"You can threaten me with kisses, babes."

Wanda rolls her eyes as she shoves his face away but doesn't push him away completely. She snaps, holding out her hand as he gives her a confused look.

"Oh, do not start playing coy, Mr. Barnes." She unbuttons his jacket and slides the flask from the inside pocket. Giving it a shake to see how much is left, she holds it out to you, "Drink."

You scoff, pushing it away before prying eyes can see it, "What? There's an open bar literally right here,"

Wanda sighs, "It's your third cousin four times removed or something. You really think they bought the top shelf?"

You look over at the boys and they make an impressed face, nodding that she's completely right as they peek behind the bar. You grin, grasping the flask and take a sniff of the strong liquor hidden inside.

"You're amazing."

"I know," Wanda whispers and leans forwards, "Now drink."

You take a long swig. Shivering at how it slides down your throat and warms your body as you slam it back into Bucky's chest. Wanda shoos them away and waits for you to calm yourself down.

"You're going to be okay?"

Straightening out your back and broadening your shoulders, you take the tumbler of cheap whiskey she hands you as she holds her flute of champagne. You gaze around the thickened crowd and try to pick out familiar faces, remembering which ones to avoid and who to talk with.

"Don't let go of me," you whisper down into her ear as she settles into the crook of your arm.

You make your steps important as you head towards one person only. You don't want to have unimportant conversations with cousins that didn't matter. You needed people to remember you were here so you could leave earlier. Preferably before the cake was cut and the drunks got too drunk.

"Oh! Mother, you're here."

As you step to her, you wish that you hadn't come to her first now. Your father was probably preferable at this point. She's looking around in disgust and glances over at Wanda with a tight smile, "And where would I be? Spain?"

You clench your brows slightly, "No, I... I just tried to get a hold of you when we landed. And we did get here before you, I thought you would've checked the bouquets."

"I was very busy," your mother starts to walk away and you glance at Wanda. She pushes you forward to step in time with your mother, "Why is it so important where I am?"

You jog ahead of Wanda as she whispers to Bucky, "It's not. It's just a little odd, Mother."

"Well I'm here now, aren't I? So, it isn't odd," she looks at Wanda with a sigh, "The crest goes on the right side, not the left."

"Mother, it looks-,"

"And cotton tablecloths with folding chairs? What is this? In my day, people sat in real chairs."

You step in front of her, making her actually look at you and not at cotton tablecloths and cheap vases, "Hey, what's going on?"

Your mother sighs, playing with the lock on her clutch before she rests her eyes on your face, "I wanted your fiancee to be presented in a beautiful, elegant ballroom. God knows, your father already has enough ammo."

You raise your brows, "Fiancee? Mother, we haven't discussed anything."

"There's Elise," your Mother has a disgusted look on her face before she quickly forces a grin through, "I'm going to go have a talk with her about the proper height for a taper."

Wanda stands next to you, "Is it supposed to be on the left?"

Taking Wanda's hands before she tries to fix the crest in her hair, you let your fingers intertwine with a sigh, "No, she's just being picky. Pretty sure she shared some words with my father. And there are my aunts. They look especially excited to talk to you."

You wave slightly as Wanda turns wide-eyed, “Do not leave me with them.”

With a soft peck, you watch as one leaves the herd to come fetch her, “Family traditions, darling.”

Steve walks up beside you as you watch a helpless Wanda being practically dragged across the way. To be asked a billion questions about you and her. If you’ve finally popped the question, what kind of seat you got her on the flight and if you were sharing a bed at the hotel.

“How is she handling everything?” Steve sips on his drink as you slide a hand in your pocket and play with the small ring pouch.

You sigh, “As long as I can keep her from another experience with my father, I think she’ll make it out of all of this unscathed.”

He hums, “You do know he’s expecting a ‘hello’ tonight, right?”

“You his new pet?” you ask, not snappy or rude that he’s taken your place. But pity, you know the weight of the universe on Steve’s shoulders right now and you wish you could throw it all back at your father.

“Let’s just say,” Steve clears his throat as his eyes scan for Bucky, “you don’t get mentioned much anymore. You’re the lucky one. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for you.

You let out a small laugh as he gives a wink and heads off into the crowd, thankful that he’ll try to get you through tonight without having to see that man. The last thing you wanted to do today was engage in a screaming match. And with how your mother is already ticked off, you can only imagine the foul mood he’s in right now.

For now, Wanda is trying to catch your eyes. Pleading for you to come save her and you quickly down the rest of your drink. Your aunts have practically circled her, not giving her an outlet and you shake your head. She’ll never know a moment's peace if she keeps up this charade.

Twisting your cummerbund, you start to make your way over to save Wanda. She doesn’t see you amongst the sea of hats and you step inside the circle, resting a hand on her waist.

“Hi, could you come with me? My cummerbund and I aren’t seeing eye to eye.”

“Speaking of the devil, totally helpless as always. Excuse me,” your aunts laugh at Wanda’s sass as you pull her away from the vultures.

Once you’re far enough away, Wanda steps in front of you and helps you fix the fabric. The aunts are no doubt still watching, “Oh, you saved me. I love you. I wanna get married to you.”

You roll your eyes, “I saw that look. Same one you had the night you ate a whole pie by yourself.”

“Ugh. I didn’t know talking about myself could be so exhausting.”

Before you can answer, your Mother pops up out of nowhere, shocking you as you step back. She rests her hand on your arm, “Y/N, have you seen your father?”

“I haven’t really been looking out for him.”

Your Mother sighs, “He promised me he’d be here by now,”

Your eyes glance over to Wanda, she’s already searching, “Hold on, you didn’t come together? Did you call him?”

“Yes, I called him,” your Mother snaps as you rest your hands in your pockets, “Of course, I called him. I wouldn’t go this long without calling him.”

She’s worried, panicking about where he might be. You know he likes to sneak off to smoke cigars and drink too much alcohol, the reception hasn’t even started yet. The amount of times you’ve had to go find him and drag him back to your mother, only to be reprimanded and belittled the whole walk over.

Wanda grabs your hand and brings you back to her, “Charles, he’s here.”

Both of you turn but you're the only one with a set jaw, glaring straight ahead as you watch him with a triple shot in his glass already.

"Oh Charles, where have you been?" your Mother walks over to him and you can see them starting a quiet argument.

Trying not to gather an audience but eyes are already locked on them. You choose not to be one of them and turn to look at Wanda.

“I can’t look. Are they arguing about the cloth tablecloths?”

Wanda glances over your shoulder, “No, no. They’re energetically practicing their interpretive dance for tonight.”

You sigh and Wanda’s hand slips in yours, “Don’t worry. I’m not letting you go,”

And she doesn’t. Some part of her keeps a hold of you throughout the evening. Checking up on you with each tight laugh you let out and every new drink you got. Making sure you sipped on water and tried to get you to breathe deeply even with a stiff collar.

She collected up Steve and Bucky as the night continued on, knowing that strength was in numbers. If the aunts dragged her away again, she needed to make sure you were okay.

The four of you stayed together as much as possible. Thankfully, you had been sat together and you didn’t have to deal with unending questions about what your relationship with Wanda meant. What it meant for her to be wearing the family crest in her hair. What it meant for her to still be with you after all these months. What it meant to have the outline of a family heirloom in your pocket.

When Wanda saw you starting to get stressed after dinner, she’d grab your hand and drag you out to the dance floor and try to get you to loosen up. Being mixed in the crowd helped you both to stay away from family and just focus on each other, something you were hoping to do all night long, clinging to the hope that you knew would be ripped away from you sooner or later.

It was starting to grow later in the evening and the music was growing less classical as the older guests were leaving. You stepped aside for Wanda to dance with the boys as you quietly discussed some quick numbers with a cousin because work never truly stopped. Steve already had to exit the tent to make phone calls through the night.

“Excuse me!” A familiar sing song voice came from behind you as fingers wrapped up in your cummerbund and pulled you to her, “No working.”

You shrug and follow behind Wanda, grabbing her hand and spinning her out from you. She comes back to you, “When do we get out of here?” her hand rests in yours as the song starts to transition into something slower.

“I think we’ve avoided my father for as long as we can.”

Wanda nods and smooths back some of your hair, “Need me to do the talking?”

“Talking? You mean cussing him out,” you chuckle, saluting the boys and walking away as you hold onto Wanda’s hand.

But your confident steps falter when you see the burly man on the other side of the tent. You freeze, a sense of dread running through you. Wanda rubs her hands across your shoulders and tries to keep you grounded.

“There’s still time to propose,” she jokes as her chin rests on your shoulder, “Eyes are on us.”

You sigh, turning your head and pulling her closer to your side. Close enough for your lips to skim against hers and she presses against you for a quick peck.

A small promise that she’ll stand by your side. That she isn’t going anywhere without you. But a small part of you wishes she would. Wishes she would explode out in a fake breakup, to end all of this fake dating and escape a life of the same old, same old.

“Get this over with,” you mutter to her and you both walk up to what could possibly be the worst way to end this charade.

“These whiskeys all have multiple malts. This is exactly why they are a third cousin,”

“Just come sit down,” your Mother insists, tired from putting up with him all evening, “I think you’re being irrational.”

He lets out a huff, his face already burning red from all the alcohol he’s had, “I’m going to finish my drink.”

“You won’t be happy until you spoil everything for Y/N this evening, will you?” Your Mother bites her tongue from saying more as you stop behind your Father.

“Father,” you call out to him but he either pretends not to hear you or wants you to try again. You practically snarl out his name again, louder and sharper and gather the attention of more than just him.

“Ah, there you are. I’m surprised you aren’t still squabbling with those ruffians you call friends at that diner that serves roadkill.”

You sigh, can’t even make it one sentence with some fake pleasantries. Wanda grips your arm tightly, “We don’t serve roadkill at the diner.”

Your father’s smile tightens, “Well, good for you. And it seems you’re still keeping up the farce if she’s here.”

“The farce?” You say through grit teeth and Wanda keeps you attached to her side.

“You really expect me to believe this girl has fallen in love with you? You might have your mother fooled but I know you. And beyond that, you’re letting this floozy strut around with our family crest? For everyone to see?”

The pain on Wanda’s face is all it takes to finally snap you out of your obedient ways. You could stand there all day and let him belittle you and tell you how much of a disappointment you were to the family name. But to take Wanda’s name and throw it in the mud, you couldn’t stand by a second longer.

In fact, you lunge forward. Escaping Wanda’s grasp as you grip his tailored tux with a fury, listening to his drink fall and crash from his hand all over the floor. People gasp around you and Wanda tries to pull you back but you can feel the shaking anger through your veins.

“Enough! I have lived my life listening to your constant denigration! But you will not speak that way to Wanda. Do you understand me?”

You flick him away from you and towards the bar, his back smacking against the bartop. He looks around as he clears his throat, smoothing out his tux in front of prying eyes, “Do not continue making a fool of yourself. You have a social responsibility, Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes, you rip your collar open, “I am so tired of hearing you say that!”

“And I am growing tiresome of your childish antics! People expect us to be at certain places and to do certain things! You are expected to do things for the company and that means not making a fool out of our name! Do you know what I am going through at work because of your stunt?”

You raise your arms, “Father, your whole life isn’t that damn company! The same way my world doesn’t revolve around destroying the company! You think I’m doing this to be petty? Fine, believe what you want because what can you do, Father? You’ll cut me from your inheritance? I don’t give a shit!”

There’s gasps among the crowd from your language but you give them all a look. You know they say worse at their little tea parties or golf tee times.

“Y/N, calm down.” Wanda presses against your back, trying to get you to walk with her.

“You know what, I’ll do you one better,” you snap at him, “I quit! I quit the business, I quit this goddamn family. Write me out of everything!” Your Father glances around as you step towards him, clenching your fists, “All I wanted from you was a ‘good job’, ‘I’m proud of you’. Are you even capable of saying those words?”

He stutters but composes himself quickly. Standing straighter and you let out a scoff, not knowing why you even gave him one last chance.

“I didn’t think so. Hey, you know what. Here’s something you’ll be proud of because you’ll have been right.”

Wanda grips your arm tighter as you take another step forward and lower your voice, “This thing between Wanda and I, you knew it right from the start didn’t you? That if I ‘lowered’ myself down to a waitress in a diner, I’d never come back to your damn legacy. Well, congratulations to you because we’re not dating!”

As you were talking, you didn’t notice a hand slip into your pocket. Dainty fingers you’ve come to find comfort in resting in your hand carefully sliding something on with a heavy weight.

“We’re engaged!” Wanda slides her arm from yours as you feel your eyes widen and heart drop to your stomach, watching her extend her hand. Your Father coughs and you watch him for the first time in your life lose composure. The sight sends a heavy breath through your slack jawed mouth. The old man is human and has fears and they’re all playing out in front of him.

An announcement for the first dance echoes out across the sea of murmurs and your father knows he needs to be close by for a speech.

“Do not move,” he growls, shooting daggers at Wanda as he glances around at the whispers growing around him.

“Good luck handling this scandal,” you whisper with a calm voice, Wanda’s hand slips in yours as you let out a sigh, “I’m sorry for the shock, Mother.”

She gives a look, unsurprised that you’d do that to cut your father’s legs out from under him but she gives you no words. She’ll call later tonight after he goes to sleep. You walk quickly with Wanda, practically shoving through the crowd as they try to lean in to see Wanda’s hand and the ring on her finger. You escape out of the tent and your stride grows long as you try to get to the valet.

“Are you alright?” Wanda whispers as you wait for your car and start to slowly unbutton your shirt

“Just don’t let go of me,” you whisper and her grip grows tighter on your arm.

Glancing over, she gives you a small grin, “I’ve got you.”

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A glowing phone is burned behind your eyelids as you open the door to your hotel suite. The words 'Congratulations' sent a cold weight through your chest as the email was celebrated for a silent and lonely second before Wanda switched off her phone. Switcher off her phone to make sure you are okay, to let you hold onto her hand as you stared steely out of the windshield.

Rubbing your forehead, you officially untuck your shirt and kick off your shoes, “Well, what’re you gonna do now?”

Wanda looks at you questioningly, “What do you mean? I’m getting us food.”

You pinch your nose, “Shit. I gotta look to see if I can get the rest of your money out.”

“Y/N?”

You quickly pull out your phone and swipe to your app, “He might not shut everything tonight because he’s drinking. But, shit.”

Wanda tries to grab your phone but you’re already turning away from her to get out of her grasp, “Have you seriously never thought that maybe I was doing this for more than money? I put up with this bullshit game that you call family time. I stood there silent like a trophy wife while you got berated when you weren’t like them. You really think I did everything for money?”

You stand there, knowing that if she stays, it will be this night on repeat until your father is gone from this world. Constant beratings and silent whispers amongst the family everytime Wanda is there for the holidays or events. As you watch her hold out her hands, waiting for you to speak, you realize your father was right.

Everytime you met with him, he’d start off with the same phrase each time, Cut the ties. You needed to cut all ties with her, “This was a mistake.” All ties, it was the only thing that would save her from this.

Wanda walks up to you, trying to hold you in place, “We have to have had some type of connection where you know I’m not about the money, Y/N. And I know that you’re not either.”

You shake your head, “I can fix this. I can still fix this,” you tear the cummerbund off your waist, “I’ll come clean to them. Tell them what happened.”

“You’re not even listening to me,”

You groan, you’re listening but you’re trying to listen to your guilt more, “Wanda, this company is all I know. It was my first job and it was supposed to be my only.”

Wanda runs her hands through her hair, wanting to slap you, "You're not happy!"

“And I’ve been trying to get you to leave so you don’t have to live this! So you can be happy!”

“Y/N! I would’ve left after the Fourth of July bullshit but…” she waves you away, walking quickly from you as she picks up her dropped heels.

You watch her walk away, brows clenched as she disappears into her room. Your arm falls to your side,

“Why didn’t you?”

It’s a thick silence inside the suite and you stand there in silence, waiting for her to come back to you. You stand there, eyes glued to the doorway as you mull thoughts around your brain. Debating whether you should spill out the truth for her and let her decide where she wanted to go with everything.

Whether she would work with you or run away. Despite her saying she wasn’t about the money, you were still terrified. Terrified of the power she had over you and the pain you’d feel if you never saw those green eyes again.

After what feels like an eternity, she comes out with wavy auburn hair and her robe tied around her body. But she doesn’t say a word, just stares at you with a thousand words on her lips.

“You get mad that I don’t listen and now you’re not talking. I don’t know what you want from me!”

She groans out loudly, “You! I want you, you absolute fucking idiot! I’m in love with you!”

The words hit your ear as your phone hits the floor. You stare at her as your lips part with a rush of air that was supposed to be your response. Her eyes search for something inside of yours, but all you can do is stare in shock. Shock that she’d ever say those words to you. That maybe all of this time, you two could’ve ended all of this months ago.

“Yeah, you can save your breath. I should’ve just taken the damn money,” she mutters, going to the phone in the living room to order food as she continues about how you’re always right and she should just listen to you.

But the words are mumbled and distant by the time you hear them. You move forward, stepping with slow steps that speed up as you cross the room. Her fingers twist around the cord, unaware of you growing closer and you slam into her without warning.

She gasps as your arms wrap around her waist and yank her towards you. Surging forward, your lips find hers and they form against yours as perfectly as every other time. Your kiss is desperate, more desperate than it’s ever been. You turn her into the couch hard, nearly tipping her over as it scratches along the floor.

You barely notice though, her fingers running through your hair as you pull her so close into you that she leans with your body. Deepening the kiss as she sighs out, you realize everything you’ve ever dreamed was right here in your arms and you couldn’t fight it any longer. The world, in this sweet and quiet moment, only held the two of you.

You’re both breathing hard as you force yourself to release your lips from hers, foreheads pressed against one another. Keeping your eyes shut, her fingers travel along your back as you listen to a quiet hum come from her lips. You grin, running your thumb along her cheek and wrap your other arm around her tighter, never wanting to let her go. There’s a soft click and you hear footsteps but your grin never falters from the beautiful way her eyes shimmer just for you.

“We brought alcohol- oh shit!”

“I told you! I fucking knew it!”

A familiar voice cuts through the air and Wanda pushes you off of her, “Why the fuck is she here?” Wanda laughs and smacks your arm.

You grimace at the hard hit, no doubt all her pent up stress from having to deal with you, “She was supposed to surprise you. She was a bit upset that I didn't invite her to Greece.”

You pull Wanda back to you with a groan, watching the grin on her face as she sees how desperately you want her near, and nuzzle your face against her neck, “But I’m going to kill Bucky for ruining this,”

“And what’s he interrupting?” Wanda whispers,“We can continue right now,”

You raise your brows as you pick up your head, “Really? Right in front of them? Want to give them a show?”

She rolls her eyes as she turns in your arms, pressing her back against you, “You gave them the room key, pervert.” But she pulls your arms around her tighter and you breathe in sharply, listening to her quiet hum.

“Okay, we get it. Making up for lost time. We don’t need to see you two swapping spit.”

Pressing your lips against the side of her head, you sway lightly as you rest your chin on her shoulder with a grin, “Did Steve get out of the blast zone?” You knew he’d have the difficult process of handling the aftermath of you stepping down, handling all of that public relations hell.

Bucky bobs his head side to side, “Your father might be losing two of his best employees and one of his worst.”

Wanda turns in your arms as she pats your chest, “Look at you and all of your good deeds. I knew you were a good person,”

“Yeah. Like really, really deep inside,” Natasha takes a beer from the pack she’s carrying as you stick your tongue out.

Bucky walks up gingerly and holds out two bottles for you and Wanda, “So… what’re we celebrating? Escaping your father?” He glances back at Natasha and they both tilt their heads and bat their eyes, “True love?”

You chuck your bottle cap at him, “Neither. Wanda getting accepted into graduate school.”

Bucky’s eyes go wide as he widens his legs and his arms shoot up with his yells of excitement. He had helped Wanda practice for all of her interviews and essays when Nat was working. You can remember coming out from a meeting in your office, seeing the two of them talking out ideas and through his notes. He’s probably more excited about this than Wanda is. He wraps her up into a huge hug, bounding her around as he squeezes her tightly.

Natasha was by you, jumping out of Bucky’s bulldozing path. She wraps her arms around you in pure happiness before she makes a beeline towards them and gets right into the jumping hug filled with screams of congratulations. Her beer explodes out in foam but no one stops until their voices grow hoarse from yelling.

“We are totally raiding the kitchen now!” Nat pushes a reluctant Bucky towards the door before he can try to find shot glasses and gives the two of you a wink, “Bucky, do you think I should go back to being a redhead?”

He spins around, wide eyed and walking willingly now to leave the start of a party, “You’re a redhead?”

You sigh and wrap your arms around Wanda’s waist as the door clicks shut, grinning down at the confused look she still has on her face. She pokes your side with a shake of her head,

“How’d you know?”

You shrug, “Saw it in the car. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Wanda bites against her lip, “I was seeing how you were handling being poor,”

“Oh, look at you. Already making jokes while I’m suffering,” you grin, watching her roll her eyes and flick your cheek, “So… you love me. Even now that I can’t buy you a baker’s dozen of islands?”

“Even more because you can’t. Those are thoughtless gifts,” she giggles as she kisses you but it’s cut short when you feel her lips turn down, “You know I have to leave the state, right?”

You nod, “I remember where you applied.”

She holds onto you tighter, “Come with me?”

You cock a brow but before she can let you talk she fills the split second of silence, “Hey, I don’t want to pressure you. I know that it’ll be the first time you’ve never had a safety net. But… I’ve seen how that safety net held you back from so many things. You… I guess I wonder if you’ve thought about what you need. Not what your family name needs.” She squeezes your hands, “You don’t have to decide anything now, okay? Just give it a thought. But if we want to do this long distance, we already did the faking it trial.”

Grinning, you place your hand gently on her mouth, “I was never faking it. And I’ve already decided… that we pack our bags right after we do some more kissing. Then,”

“Oh, there’s a then?” You press your lips against hers before she can say anymore and rile you up.

“Then we leave and kiss some more. That’s what I’ve decided.”

Wanda wraps her arms around your neck and her lips press against yours, proving that you’d never want any other lips on yours, “Well then, it’s a good thing I cashed those checks huh? Looks like I’ll be taking care of you,”

“Oh, I have other ways I can take care of you,” you wiggle your brows, taking her feet up from under her and carrying her towards the bedroom. She slaps at you to put her down but you keep walking.

“They’re going to be back with the food!” she warns you as you chuckle and drop her onto the bed and watch as her face lights up, “And then we can start making all those lovely noises so they leave it all for us.”

Leaning over her, you nod, “You are amazing, Wanda.”

“I know, darling. You aren’t so bad either.”

Opening your mouth to start a long train of comebacks, she grabs your collar and pulls you down, “Don’t ruin the moment. Just kiss me.”

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You chuckle, brushing a piece of Wanda's hair behind her ear as you rest your forehead on hers. Her hands grip your shirt tightly, breathing in slowly as she tries to hold herself together a moment longer. There's a tightness in your chest, her soft words still ringing in your ears and pulling a grin on your lips.

"Oh, I'm going to be in so much trouble," your lips brush against hers as she sighs up at you.

Wanda giggles quietly, "We can't use getting engaged as an excuse anymore. Two time limit."

You smile, opening your eyes and looking at those twinkling green eyes in front of you. The breeze rolls past you, sending a shiver through your body but you can barely notice. Only feeling the warmth that builds inside of your chest.

"When you lovebirds are ready, my nipples can cut glass."

You glare off to the side at Bucky, holding his little notecards with a tight grin and shiver. Wanda pats your cheek as she reaches behind her, whispering to her redheaded best friend. Turning, you hold out your hand and watch as Steve plops a ring that once held the entire weight of the world within its band, in your hand. You mouth a thank you as he gives a wink, watching you draw in a breath before you turn back around.

Holding up the band, Wanda looks at the glinting stone with an excited stare. Totally different from the scared stare she had three years ago.

"This was my grandmother's ring. It's yours now. And so am I."

Wanda draws in a shaky breath as you slide the band onto her finger, lining it up with her engagement band. Bucky leans forward and you groan but Wanda holds onto your hand,

"How much did Steve loan them for this ring?"

Wanda gives him a wink, which pulls another groan from you as she continues to talk to the online ordained man, 'Wouldn't need a loan if they sold one of their beach houses."

"Alright, read from those stupid notes there and let's finish this up," you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her closer to you, "so we can leave."

"What? I told Wanda we'd go check out that pub down the road."

You glance between Bucky and Wanda, leaning over to watch Natasha shrug with a tight grimace. Of course you wouldn't be getting your wife all to yourself just yet. You look at Wanda and she takes your hand from her waist.

"He really likes the fish and chips," you groan against her words as she yanks your finger to her. You glance down and watch her slide her personalized ring onto your finger, "Hey, you're mine now. And I'm yours. Forever. And we are going to celebrate."

Her arms wrap around your neck as she pulls you to her, lips smashing against each other. You breathe in sharply, deepening the kiss and accidentally pulling a moan from her lips as you grip her waist tighter.

Bucky chokes next to you, "You may now kiss the, forget it. Let's leave before they start doing it right here."

You smile against Wanda's lips, "We could be assholes and-,"

She pecks your lips, shimmering eyes looking up at you as her fingers run down your neck, "Don't even think about it."

Humming out, you press a soft kiss along her lips, "You're amazing, Wanda."

"You aren't so bad, either. Are you happy?"

You grin, "Don't let me go. And I'll be the happiest person in the world. With you... and Bucky, forever."

Wanda smiles at your laugh as you lean forward to seal your promise together once and for all.

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A WHOLE NEW YOU !

FIVE HARGREEVES X GN!READER !

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

A/N: I'M SUPER SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS BECAUSE IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST !

Your head throbbed in pain from the time-traveling you and the Hargreeves siblings did. Stumbling through the alleyway, a groan left your lips from the bright light. As you looked around the alleyway, none of the Hargreeves siblings were behind you, in front of you, or anywhere for that matter.

Finally stepping out to the alleyway, you made your way through the sidewalk. You noticed the fact that the people were wearing much more vintage clothes than normal, and that they were looking at your clothes with confusion.

A newspaper was flying due to the windy weather that day. Taking the newspaper just in time before it flew away in a different direction, reading the date that was pasted right on top. It read '1962' in big bold letters along with the day and month.

As a result of the disappearance of your own not blood-related family, you opted for an escape. The many nights you've spent thinking of where they could be, thinking of whether they were alive or dead, thinking of what happened to Five, and what went wrong for you to end up in this timeline.

Months passed by, and you changed, of course, being that your environment and people around you also changed. You've thought of every single distraction from your life before. You thought you might as well have a fresh start since you were practically stuck here.

You've also made friends along the way. A woman named Donna who you met in a kindergarten school while you were working as an assistant for one of the teachers. Her child is named Lori, one of the few children there that you adored. The school was kind enough to let you work there, seeing that they needed a few extra hands to help them with the children.

Yet by nightfall, you and Donna were both in a gang that specialized in gambling. She introduced you to the head of the gang, giving her a good word in for you so that you could join. The gang was known for being classy while playing, of course, one of the best gamblers there. The thrill of being a goody-two-shoes in the daytime while being a gambler at night excited you. And for a moment, you forgot about what your life was like with the Hargreeves.

Many more months passed, and there wasn't a day you didn't think about the boy named Five Hargreeves. So many questions are unanswered, and so many thoughts running through your head at all times.

You've missed how Klaus could barge into a room high as a kite. You've missed how Diego would purposely miss his shots when throwing his knives at you when both of you were having arguments. You've missed how Allison would play with your fingers when you sat next to her. You've missed how Viktor would smile at you at any chance he could get. You've missed how Luther would carry heavy things for you when you couldn't. And of course, you've missed Five's presence.

Unbeknownst to you, Five was in your timeline. In Dallas, Texas. Where the others also resided.

Five walked past a small donut shop, him side-eyeing the glass, seeing people eat their donuts and drink their coffees. Then he saw a familiar side profile. A side profile he spent hours staring at, the very side profile he fell in love with. Even with your brand new hairstyle, brand new clothes, brand new everything, he knew you all too well.

A chime of a bell could be heard when he nearly broke the door open when he barged in. All eyes on him, his eyes on yours. Your hands flew up to your mouth in shock, tears welling up in your eyes. Those many nights you've spent crying from worrying too much about Five were all dismissed when you finally saw him, very much alive, in front of you.

Almost tackling him to the ground, giving him the tightest hug you've given anyone. The other people in the donut shop looked at both of you as if you were two crazy people. Perhaps they were right, perhaps both of you were two crazy people. Two crazy people that are in love, that is.

You first pulled away from the bone-crushing hug, your hands scrambling up to feel his face. “Are you really real?” Five grinned at your state, his hands holding both of your wrists in place on his face.

“Yes, I am very much real.” Five's grin never once left his face.

You would squeal in delight if it weren't for being in the middle of a donut shop. You took one more look at his face, analyzing his features once more as you took a loving kiss from his lips.

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Renegada♱

Pairings: Amado Carrillo Fuentes x f!reader(Latina Reader) x Walt Breslin [From Narcos: Mexico TV Series]

Content Rating : Mature 18+ Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Synopsis:You find that what is even more challenging than your missions or dealing with the big drug dealer is having to cope with your feelings for Walt, which seem to grow stronger every day.

AN : This episode for those who love Walt, Lol. I believe many people are charmed by Walt, just like me. So, I would like to dedicate this episode to all the Walt fan club (of course, I haven't revealed who the Male Lead is yet, so let's all guess together whether it's Walt or Amado that will win the reader's heart).

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Mexico City, Mexico

1300 (Military Time)

"So, tell me, how did you manage to survive Amado?" That was the question that everyone in the DEA office had been dying to know, but only You and Julio knew all the details.

You weren't surprised at all when you saw many faces peeking at you through their office desks with curiosity. As soon as you stepped out of your boss's office after reporting the progress of your undercover mission in Cuba, You felt all eyes on you. And the first person brave enough to ask you directly was Bill Carter, a DEA Agent who had a mischievous glint in his eye and was waiting for you in the office kitchen with a cup of hot coffee for you. He wasn't doing it out of kindness, but because he was nosy.

You took the coffee and two donuts from a large box left on the white table and started eating them hungrily. You almost forgot that you hadn't eaten anything substantial since coming back to Mexico.

These people wouldn't let you catch a break, but you found Bill's curiosity amusing, and you glanced at him while munching on a donut. He seemed eager to hear the story you were about to tell, and you felt like teasing him a little. "You want to know so badly, huh?"

"Sure, nobody else got as close as you did," Bill said, and although he had a bright smile on his face, You could sense the worry hidden behind it. "He didn't do anything to you, right?"

At least Bill's questions were more cautious than Julio's. You recalled the straightforward question from their honcho earlier: "You didn't sleep with him, did you?"

"At least almost" was what you replied to both Bill and Julio.

You wondered if there should be more to it. You had been thinking about it since you saw the fiery look in Amado's eyes. Of course, this man was like a supernova, surrounded by beautiful models waiting in bed for him with a snap of his fingers. So It surprised you that he didn't take you back with him that night, even though you knew he wanted to.

But no, he didn't. He didn't take you with him; he just asked to walk you back to your fake apartment, and it turned out to be quite an odd experience for you as a CIA agent. You had to hold hands and walk side by side with a drug dealer on a street late at night in Cuba, engaging in meaningless conversations completely unrelated to drugs and the missions you carried on your shoulders.

Amado was an excellent and fascinating conversationalist. He shared various stories about himself, none of which were mentioned in his official file. From his personal life (growing up in a large, impoverished family with more than ten siblings, getting married once and divorced), to his hobbies (passionate about flying planes to the extent of considering joining the Navy due to his love for Top Gun movies), and sometimes he would play quirky jokes that made you burst into laughter. Everything Amado did seemed natural, sincere, and charming, without any pretenses, which was different from how you were acting towards him.

It was only for a moment that you inadvertently thought of yourself as an ordinary woman, and the person beside you was just an ordinary man as well. But you would never be just an ordinary person, And Amado would too.

That was all that happened that night—almost. The strange and intense feelings lingered when you and he stood in front of the old wooden door, both sides stealing glances at each other in the midst of an awkward silence. While considering some thoughts in your head, you finally decided to lightly kiss his cheek before bidding a gentle farewell.

And he didn't touch you any more than that when you showed you didn't want it.

"I want to see you again next time," Amado said. But you secretly hoped you wouldn't meet him again, no matter where or when.

You sipped the hot black coffee, almost choking, when a fit of coughing sent the coffee splattering all over. Bill, flustered, quickly grabbed a tissue to hand over to you. "Hey, take it easy. Where do you need to hurry off to?"

"Sorry," you smiled sheepishly, wiping the coffee stains off your shirt and your mouth. "But that's it. Now we know for sure that Amado and the Cali Cartel are teaming up, which means there might be another major cocaine shipment coming into the U.S. The border will probably have some heavy work to do."

"A new Pablo is born," he sighed.

"Not really. Amado is different from Pablo. Pablo was reckless, but Amado is smart. He does things that neither Pablo nor Miguel would do."

Bill raised an eyebrow, considering your words and expression. He could tell that something was on your mind, but he didn't push any further. "I won't judge you for whether what you're doing is right or wrong, but I want you to know that you're playing with fire, literally. and make some people worry so much."

"What do you mean?" you asked casually, already knowing the answer.

"Walt is almost ready to fight Julio because that idiot thinks you might be in danger. And I don't blame him because I probably would have done the same if my partner did something foolish like getting involved with danger like that," he said, emphasizing the words ‘my partner’ His eyes glinted mischievously. You felt a surge of annoyance and wanted to push his face away.

"He's not my partner. The CIA doesn't have partners."

"But not for the DEA. Here, we work as a team. We all have each other's backs, whether you like it or not," Bill said, tossing the coffee cup accurately into the nearby trash bin before turning back to look at you. This time, his expression was more serious than before as he placed his hand gently on your shoulder.

"Remember that you're not alone," he said.

Bill's remark still lingered in your mind as you returned to your apartment. You opened the bathroom door and turned on the shower forcefully before letting the cold water flow through your dark brown hair and down your face. It felt like washing away the heavy burden that couldn't be seen, but you knew it was there, attached to you like a ghost.

"You're leading yourself into danger." That's what the CIA boss warned you about when you returned from Saudi Arabia, three years after his death. And suddenly, you felt a pang of remorse. toward Bill, Walt, and him.

Every mission you've ever done has always been a solo operation, and you've become accustomed to relying on yourself. You always built walls to keep everyone out For one reason only: you didn't want anyone else risking their lives for you, like something that happened to you in the past.

Raymond was right: "You're leading yourself into danger." At least you wanted to be sure that you were the only one who had to face the consequences.

You still closed your eyes, and in the darkness of your mind, you heard screams, explosions, and gunfire echoing from the depths of your soul. You didn't want the tragedy that happened in Saudi Arabia to repeat itself in Mexico.

A knocking sound grew louder as you had just finished taking a shower and dressing up. You tossed the hair towel on the hanger before walking to the white front door. Through the peephole, you saw Walt standing outside. You hesitated for a moment, thinking about what Bill had told you earlier about Walt almost fighting Julio because he was worried about you.

You weren't sure if Walt was still upset about it, and you weren't certain if you could handle arguments from him. But the truth was, you liked that Walt cared about you, and you couldn't deny the deep desire to see his face without any special reason.

Finally, you reached out and opened the door. There he was, dressed in a red plaid shirt and dark jeans, almost like his usual uniform. The only missing element was the black glasses that he had tucked away in his left chest pocket. Walt had one hand carrying multiple beers. bottles, and the other held a bag with the name of a popular restaurant in Mexico City. His face showed a hint of fatigue, but he managed a half-hearted smile as he greeted you.

"I guess you probably haven't had dinner yet; so I brought some taquitos for you," Walt said, breaking the ice.

In the end, there was no arguing like you had anticipated. You both sat together on the blue leather sofa, enjoying tacos and beer as the television played a popular telenovela, creating background noise to keep things from getting too quiet. And certainly, no one was interested in watching silly soap operas at all. You absentmindedly fiddled with a beer bottle, trying to steal glances at Walt without him noticing.

But Walt always knew. He smiled slightly as your eyes met for a moment.

"You seem tired lately," Walt started to bring up the topic, "Maybe you should take a break, like two or three days off."

It was his intention for today to check on you and make sure you are alright after the risky mission you just went through.

You smiled back, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "I'll rest when you rest."

Walt's pros were his concern for others, but his cons were that he never included himself in that. If you worked hard, Walt worked just as hard. He was always the first one to arrive at the office every day and the last one to leave. Of course, he never took a break or leaving early

You and Walt are alike in this aspect. There was no way both of you would willingly stop and take a break.

Walt looked at you, chuckling softly at your answer that he had anticipated. "I could never defeat you, could I?"

"It's quite an honor for me to be able to outmatch a brave man like you, who even challenges every single person, including your boss."

His face under the mustache changes almost instantly, looking embarrassed like a child caught doing something wrong. Walt opened his mouth as if he was about to defend himself, but you raised your hand to stop him.

"I don't mean anything against you. Sometimes I just want to punch my coworkers too." You leaned back on the sofa and crossed your legs, making sure through your gaze that he wasn't feeling upset about the matter. You then reached out and lightly tapped his arm.

"But I don't want you to have problems at work," you added.

"It won't be a problem if you stick to the original plan," Walt argued, his voice more serious than before. "What you're doing outside of the orders is too dangerous. You could get killed."

"This is our work. We know well about the risk," you replied.

The truth is hitting harder than ever. Even Walt couldn't argue against that. Mexico was a city of sin, where death was almost ordinary and could be found around every corner, whether it was for officers, criminals, or innocent bystanders. Every day as a DEA agent, he witnessed numerous losses, and sometimes he had to be the one to break the devastating news to the families or loved ones of his coworkers who were suddenly gone. and he couldn't help but wonder when it would be his turn.

"I know," Walt said softly, surprisingly vulnerable. "But I don't want you to die."

For a fleeting moment, it was you who couldn't argue anymore.

Silence filled the air as you gazed into his deep brown eyes, seeing the confusion, concern, and turmoil hidden within them. And sometimes, you felt like he could see the same in you.

At that moment, for a brief second, you thought you could just kiss him right then and there.

In the end, you chose to look away, deciding not to cross the line that could lead to regrettable consequences later on. You handled the remaining beer, letting its warmth flow down your throat, before exhaling a long breath while staring at the yellow wall in your room.

"Do you think we can do it?" You mumbled, unsure. "Can we catch him?"

Walt didn't answer immediately. He pondered in the silence for a while before finally sliding his hand to firmly grasp your hand.

"We can do it. Trust me," he said, his determination clear.

Even though you warned yourself not to look into his eyes again, the desire from the depths of your heart still won. In the end, you turned back to meet Walt's gaze once more.

Amidst the seemingly long silence that lasted only a few minutes, neither of you uttered a word. It was as if even a slight disturbance could destroy something that was quietly and delicately taking shape. You could feel the thumb from the large hand gently caressing the inside of your palm, warm and tender. Once again, you found yourself sinking into thoughts of wanting to pull him in for a kiss, but you weren't sure if he felt the same way.

Ironically, being a CIA agent taught you to read the thoughts of others as a profession, and you could do it with everyone. But now, you couldn't read the thoughts of the man right in front of you, not even the slightest bit.

"I think I should go now."

Walt was the one who disrupted the quietness, clearing his throat before removing his hand from yours and standing up to his full height. Yet the warmth still lingered in your hand, and you felt disappointed with how it all ended. Nonetheless, you composed yourself gracefully, pausing briefly before walking him to the front door and bidding him a polite goodnight, as you should.

Whatever happened in Cuba has rewound in your mind again. It was just a change of characters, from Amado to Walt, but everything seemed almost the same. The strange sensation of standing by the door and looking into each other, lost in deep thoughts, hiding something within, until one person started saying farewell and the other walked away into the darkness

Although a part of you wanted to beg him to stay, in the end, you could only watch the back of Walt walking away until it vanished from your sight.

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#narcos: mexico #narcos x reader #amado carrillo fuentes #walt breslin #narcos mexico netflix #narcos fic #amado carrillo fuentes x you #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #walt breslin x you #walt breslin x reader #jose maria yazpik #scoot mcnairy #narcos mexico fanfic #narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos: mexico tv series #Renegada♱

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queer-whatchamacallit · 6 months

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Just rewatched 1x04 “Dogs” and here’s what I got for ya :D

Carmy’s “It’s on me now,” when talking about the debt Mikey and Richie put The Beef in, he doesn’t want to get into it being “his brother’s house,” it seems like everything there leads back to Michael, and that’s how he likes it, but he never wants to talk about it

“Name one cohort, name an associate” is one of my favorite lines lmao

Carm seems especially hot tempered in this bit, maybe because he doesn’t want to be catering a kids party, maybe he’s just not doing great after Mike’s birthday

“I answer to Jeff, the system” I love how T has incorporated Carmy into her idea of how The Beef functions, at some point he became part of the system :]

Carmy going to Cicero’s old address both shows how much everything has changed while he was gone and that he very much didn’t have the energy to keep track of any of it

One of the big displays of how the Berzattos want to be listened to but never listen to each other is the Cicero vs Richie argument, they’ve been at each other’s throats over a simple misunderstanding for 5 whole years

I need the “how she fell down those stairs” story please please please

I’m sure we’ve seen the post about the Mr Szorski (?) and how if someone heard “one of the Berzatto boys committed suicide” their head would easily go to Carmy instead of Mikey and… yeah ow

People should call Richie “Dick” more, it’s literally his name

“Richie what the fuck is that?” Carmy asks and you can almost hear his stomach drop in his voice when he sees the Xanax, also, this in combination with the “is there a name for that thing where you’re scared of a good thing happening because you think something band’s gonna happen?” “Life?” Starts to feel like Richie does genuinely have anxiety shit, and Carm’s “Who doesn’t?” Creates an interesting dynamic between them, they’re both really fucked up and reassuring the other that it’s completely normal

Gotta love Carm’s brag of “homemade Ecto-cooler motherfucker!”

And Chester’s “it’s this radiant orchid that’s fly as fuck”

There’s also the post about Marcus blowing off his work for the donuts because he thinks that level of dedication is what Carmy wants and the 1x07 breakdown mostly being the result of miscommunication, and yeah, Marcus’ “I want it to be perfect, like that plum” contributes to that

“You have given Marcus a lot of confidence, well done” from Ebra to Syd is so sweet omg

When Carmy has to go inside the party, he asks for ketchup from anyone and everyone, trying to get out of there ASAP

I think one of Carmy’s biggest love languages is words of affirmation, ie: Pete saying he worked at the best restaurant in the world (and that’s not an exaggeration), plus Pete telling him later about following his career and stuff, and suddenly Carmy likes Pete now

Jimmy goes “that fuckin kid” and Richie just says “that kid” in a way that feels detached, pretty much any time Richie talks about Mike, it feels like he’s just stating facts and trying to keep his emotions out of it as much as possible

Pete (loml) being so insufferably awkward <333

But also him being so sincere and “she also really missed you a lot too,” Carm’s been completely bombarded by his family yelling at him and I can only imagine how nice it was to hear that

Unless the cross got stuck by his coat or something, Carm’s necklace is just a gold chain

Cicero isn’t Italian, but he’s still related to Carm’s dad

“When was the last time you saw him?” And “he never lands” both point to him being alive (at least that they know of, this is a reckless guy that was last seen 20 years ago)

“Drugs, alcohol, gambling, mostly because he insisted on doing stupid fuckin shit all the time” Carmy’s eyes looks up from what he was doing to look at the picture again and I have this thought that this is him going ‘hey, that sounds familiar’ and Jimmy starts talking about Carm’s dad hopping careers and Carm knows for sure that Michael was a lot like his dad

“I’m in there for 5 minutes, I start thinking about bad shit” “I think that’s why I like it so much,” he’s not someone who avoids reliving his traumas, he’s always trying to take what hurt him and regain power over it, and now, we know he’s aware of this pattern of his

I think the kid in Cicero’s dream was Carmy. I think he really tried to look out for the Berzatto siblings, but the other two were already affected by their dad’s presence, unlike Carmy who just saw his absence, but Cicero always tried to put on a brave face and offer a helping hand to Carm. They seem close

“Taste it and tell me it’s shitty,” I don’t think Tina’s ever had that level of effort and care required of her in The Beef, and now, she’s terrified that when she really, truly cares, it won’t be good enough

But it is, and her “Thanks Jeff… Chef” means the world to me

Carmy isn’t good at articulating his thoughts, but sometimes, he’ll figure out his own methods of non-verbal communication, like his point to Marcus, and I think Marcus does get his intended “I care, good job Chef, I love to see you improving” from it

So I think that is all!

#my bear rewatch #the bear #the bear fx #the bear meta #headcanon #theory #thought dump #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #richie jerimovich #jimmy cicero #uncle jimmy #tw drugs #marcus brooks #marcus the bear #tina the bear #sydney adamu

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smokeygrayrabbits · 10 months

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vash is an old man. and a hoe. and a dumbass who doesn't learn his lesson. and a optimistic romantic.

vash is so in love with humanity. always running to their side, following them through the desert no matter how many times he gets burned, or shot or stabbed or abandoned. after the fall, he latches onto the ship 3 people. they take him in, they become his family. but he can't stay with them. he only puts them in danger by hanging around by syphoning off of them. a waste of space and resources and time. a plant who only takes, and he has so much to do. so much to repent for. so he goes out to find others. and he helps them too. repairing tech, building towns, taming the Thomases and hunting worms, all of them learning to live again, together. vash grows to love humanity even more than he ever throught he could. he'd read their stories and seeing their work on the ships, learning from their curiosity and their cultures. art and language and science and discovery, but now he sees them as people, he learns the old women on the corner makes the best donuts, but hates the cold. he learns that the little boy who lives in the third house down likes to watch the glowing worms and loves his mom. he lives with them and loves them, but vash has always had a habit of getting . . . too attached. he falls in love with every person he meets, and then he has to go they chase him out. run out of town by flames and bullets and angry, terrified screams. he loves every days and everyone, but sometimes he falls a little too hard. there was the barmaid with the green eyes and the laugh like the popping of a soda bottle that neither of them ever got to hear. there were bullets and a sad smile with a scarlet drip drip drip from the upturned corner of the softest lips he'd ever kissed. there was the inverters son who wanted to touch the stars, with his mechanical wings and flying machines that vash helped him build. with flames and crashing and shattered bones. a broken feather falling from the wing, from where vash had lovingly tucked it as a good luck charm.

vash tried not to get too attached after that.

and it worked! . . . until he met the the daughter of the local baker and the gun woman who'd been terrorizing the nearby towns, not that he was supposed to know that. her eyes were so full of life and passion and anger, so mad at the world that turned it's back on her father, yet still kind enough to save a stray dog from the cruel kids who decided to spend their afternoon chucking rocks at it. vash tried to keep her at arms length. he really did. but she took one look at him and decided he was a shady asshole who needed to be kept and eye on, and what was he supposed to do with those flaming eyes on him all day?!

nothing ever happened between them. she said she couldn't love someone with a death wish couldnt stand to be loved by someone who couldnt love himself. so he left. and she grew old.

she still writes him, every few towns he'll find a letter from her, all addressed to 'the angel with the watercolor eyes' in beautiful loopy handwriting. he can't forget. he doesn't want to.

he visits her, sometimes. she's old and grey now. dried out in the way a life in the desert does to someone.

it breaks him to go back there. to return to the one town that never chased him out in a hail of bullets.

he goes back.

she isn't there.

but there's a pair of twins with her flaming eyes, and they gasp at the sight of him.

'look! it's grandmas angel! I told you he was real!'

#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun headcanons #trimax #98 trigun #trigun stampede

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alastairstom · 1 year

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Hello!

Welcome to my TSC blog, a place where I cause shenanigans and (mainly) post fanfiction! I mainly write about Thomastair, Wessa, Jordelia and my much-beloved Matthew Fairchild because that's where my interests largely lie.

My fics, published as thegirlofthorns on Ao3:

Alastair/Thomas

Dreamscapes on the Wall (multichapter, complete)

The Golden Age of Something Good & Right & Real (multichapter, complete)

A Ribbon of Dream (multichapter, complete)

Flying in a Dream, Stars by the Pocketful (Christmas multichapter, complete)

The Rest of My Life With Him (one-shot)

A Dazzling Haze, A Mysterious Way About You (one-shot)

The Diaries of Sir Thomas Lightwood, Age Fourteen (one-shot)

Part-Time Soulmate, Full-Time Problem (one-shot)

Passed Down Like Folk Songs (The Love Lasts So Long) (one-shot)

I'm a Fire and I'll Keep Your Brittle Heart Warm (18+, one-shot)

Moonlight Sonata and I (gift for @luciehercndale)

Days Future: Paris, 1912 (one-shot)

all of you, all of me (intertwined) (gift for @alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer)

The Stars Are Aligned (So Save That Heart for Me) (one-shot reincarnation AU)

I Had the Best Day (With You, Today) (Thomastair & Gracetopher, oneshot)

The Surprise (one-shot)

Baby You Got Lucky 'Cause You're Rockin' With the Best (18+, one-shot)

The Crown You Never Take Off (one-shot gift for @thevagabondexpress)

Twenty Minutes (18+, one-shot)

like a candle you burnt out (one-shot)

Kaleidoscope of Loud Heartbeats Under Coats (one-shot)

Connecting the Tide to the Sand That Was Dry (one-shot gift for @vwritesaus)

The Together, We'll Learn to Breathe Series (about Thomas and Alastair healing together) // can be read in any order

A Therapeutic Chain of Events (multichapter, complete)

You Drew Stars Around My Scars (one-shot)

a dwindling mercurial high (multichapter, complete, past Charles/Alastair)

Closets of Backlogged Dreams (multichapter, on hiatus)

Bloodsucker, Famefucker (one-shot)

Every Tear's a Rain Parade From Hell (one-shot)

Will/Tessa

When Our Eyes Meet, Darling, I Fancy You (multichapter, complete)

The Howling Wind (18+, one-shot)

Have I Known You Twenty Seconds or Twenty Years? (one-shot)

A Tale of a Great Behemoth (one-shot)

Leaves, Cider Donuts, and William Herondale (one-shot)

This Life Is Sweeter Than Fiction (one-shot college AU)

my hips & thighs & my whispered sighs (oh lord) (18+, one-shot)

'Sentimental Boy' Is My Nom de Plume (one-shot)

Christmas on the Balcony (18+, one-shot)

Matthew

The Name We Give Our Mistakes -> Character study (multichapter, complete)

Summer Went Away (Still the Yearning Stays) -> Matthew + family (multichapter, complete)

The Cheap Severity of Abstract Ethics -> Matthew & Alastair + Thomas/Alastair (multichapter, complete)

Forces & Flowers -> Matthew & Anna (one-shot)

This Beautiful Beast -> Matthew & Oscar feat. Thomas/Alastair + Kit (one-shot)

across our great divide, there is a glorious sunrise -> Character study (one-shot)

A Combination of Shock and Awe -> Matthew & Charles feat. Will (one-shot)

The Importance of Being... -> Matthew + Thomas/Alastair

The Matthew and Alastair: Burying the Hatchet series (about Matthew and Alastair having important conversations shortly after ChoT) // can be read in any order

Prices and Vices (I End Up in Crisis) -> Matthew & Alastair (one-shot)

Your Flower's Filled With Vitriol -> Matthew & Alastair (one-shot)

In the Gutter, Looking at the Stars -> Matthew & Alastair (one-shot)

The Matthew Fairchild: An Expert in Romantics Series // can be read in any order

Life is Not Complex (We Are Complex) -> Matthew + Eugenia/OC feat. Thomas/Alastair (one-shot)

For One Moment, Our Lives Met (Our Souls Touched) -> Matthew, Magnus, + Ragnor/Catarina (gift for @themimsyborogove

Fashion is Ephemeral (Art Is Eternal) -> Matthew + Thomas/Alastair (one-shot)

The Moon in Her Chariot of Pearl -> Matthew + Will/Tessa (one-shot)

A Little Sincerity (A Dangerous Thing) -> Matthew + Risa/OC feat. Alastair

James/Cordelia

It's a Love Story (Baby, Just Say Yes) (one-shot)

I Can See You (Up Against a Wall With Me) (one-shot gift for @furoruisa)

Privacy Sign on the Whole World (one-shot)

Other

Taffy Stuck & Tongue Tied -> Grace & Alastair (one-shot)

Empty Bottles, Heavy Hearts, the Memories of Broken Dreams -> Thomas character study (one-shot)

I Never Said That (I Love You) -> Catarina/Ragnor (one-shot)

Blazed Glory -> TLH ensemble shenanigans (one-shot)

the nature of love -> a poem (one-shot)

Carol of the Bells: A Winter-Themed Drabble Collection

You also will likely find a lot of Taylor Swift content here. I also post sometimes about KJ Charles' books, especially the Charm of Magpies series. Our Flag Means Death, How I Met Your Mother, The Office, Never Have I Ever, Good Omens, and Crazy Ex Girlfriend will also pop up frequently.

Thanks for reading! If you like my fics and want to support me, do consider getting me a Ko-Fi. Literally no pressure, I write for fun, but it'd be cool!

#pinned #thomastair #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #matthew fairchild #will herondale #tessa gray #wessa #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #jordelia #herondaisy

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fennybunny · 2 months

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HIRO HAMADA X READER

You can check out chapter one here

CHAPTER TWO

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The next day both the brothers were waking at the Cafe since it was too crowded.

"I'm not saying she didn’t lie to us or that the place isn’t dangerous at all. What I’m saying is that I want to go check it out"

"You must be crazy if you think either me or Aunt Cass will let you go"

"Go where?"

Aunt Cass got between the two boys cleaning her hands from the flour of the donuts she was kneading and waited for an answer with a big smile.

"Nothing!"

They said in unison. Neither of them could let a detail slip or both of them would get in trouble. Tadashi because he shouldn’t have given a ride to his sibling, who already has a gambling problem, to a bot fight, and Hiro because he shouldn’t be out during the night to bet more money. They gave each other a terrorized look and then served their aunt the fakest smile they had ever pulled. She gave them a suspicious look and crossed her arms.

"You boys know you can tell me anything right? What is it? Puberty? Hormones?"

Hiro pushed his hands on her mouth to shut her up.

"Please stop, this is embarrassing and everyone's looking at us!"

She moved her nephew’s hands away from her face.

"Oh come on, no one's listening to our conversation"

That's when Tadashi stools his hand out pointing it to the people sitting at the tables. A few of the clients immediately lowered their heads to go back to what they were doing. Some coughed creating an even more embarrassing atmosphere. Cass rolled her eyes and lowered the two boys so they could meet her height then started squishing them together in a loving but lethal embrace.

"You guys know how much I love you. My nephews. My family. You are growing so much and so fast, soon you'll want to leave the nest and fly away to start your own life and I'll feel so lonely!"

She started sobbing and pulled out a tissue from her pocket to blow her nose while Tadashi gently patted her back to calm her down. Hiro spoke.

"Come on we're still young and none of us will ever abandon you"

"You promise?"

"Scout's honor"

Tadashi said sticking one hand up and putting the other on his chest. That's when it clicked. She put her hands on their ears and started pulling bringing their faces closer to each other as the two boys started hissing from the pain.

"Then where were you last night? And why did you come back at 2 am?"

Their faces got paler and both of them started blabbering and stuttering to try and get an excuse out of their mouths. She let go of them and in a couple of minutes managed to get all the clients out. She pushed two tables together to create a bigger one and three chairs under it, one on one side and two on the opposite side.

"Sit"

They took a sit and Aunt Cass followed them facepalming herself and farrowing her brows between her fingers.

"You know I don't like acting like the bad guy but sneaking out of the house at night. You guys could have gotten endangered or worse... What if something happened to you? I would never forgive myself"

They looked at each other and decided to tell all the truth about last night, including the fact that Tadashi fell asleep on his school work, and the mysterious woman until Tess shook her head.

"Listen... Hiro, I'm not saying that it wouldn’t be interesting for you but you have to admit that it could be dangerous"

Tadashi spoke up while slapping the back of his brother’s head.

"Thank you!"

"But if you want I can give you a ride and stay with you for the whole night until you're bot hunger dies"

Hiro was speechless, his eyes glowing for the big opportunity ahead.

"BUT you'll have to give a chance to your brother's university and of course, you're both grounded for two weeks which means no bot fights or going out with friends until the punishment is over"

Hiro slammed his face straight into the table in a dramatic manner while his brother shook his head accepting the consequences of his actions. He knew it was the right thing to do and Hiro knew it too but it was still two weeks of staying at home, two weeks where he couldn’t be helpful and so much time wasted.

Cass patted Hiro's hands in a comforting manner.

"Dashi you can go now, but I want to have a private discussion with you Hiro"

The older brother got up and whispered a "Good luck" into his brother's ear then vanished upstairs. Hiro also got up as soon as he could no longer hear the steps from upstairs. Aunt Cass put her hands on his shoulders and got quick to hug him.

"It was really sweet of you to try to help me financially, but we don’t need it. The business is going well and it’s not something you should be worried about. You’ve already lost your childhood by going to high school, and I don’t want you wasting your teenage years."

Hiro smiled pushing his face into her shoulder. Cass had always been so sweet to him and he knew that. Tadashi was young when it all happened and soon took the role of the big brother growing up but Hiro... he doesn’t even remember his parents' faces or voices, he was just a baby so the closest thing he ever had to a parent was Cass. She always did her best for both of them and loved them as if they were her kids. The young boy took a few steps back and went to his room. One step... two steps... three steps... he stood still and a tear ran down his cheek. He quickly cleaned it with her off his hoodie and went to his room. That night he spent the dinner explaining to his aunt how botfights worked and fixing his strategy with his brother. After dinner they got in the car and went to the place signaled on the map the woman had given them. They arrived 10 minutes before the opening. It was a 5-floor building. The first and second floors were occupied by a huge shopping center, just looking at it from outside Hiro could see restaurants and clothes stores, the big glass shop windows making it easy to do so; on the third floor there was a gym, one of those expensive ones whose monthly subscription cost a kidney; the fourth floor was a multiplex cinema, the posters of the films of the moment were hung on the outside wall and ran all over the wall from both sides, there could be even seen the romantic movie Cassie wanted him and his brother to go see with her 'blood and passion'. Dashi had been the first one to decline the offer soon followed by Hiro. And finally the fifth floor. There was a private elevator just to that floor and right there in front of it was a mile-long line of at least 250 people.

"Are we joking now? We arrived early and there's still so much to wait just to get there?"

Dashi furrowed his eyebrows annoyed but Hiro was too excited to even notice it. A few minutes passed after they got in line and waited patiently. He took out his phone and checked the time: 10:29. He saw the two big men in front of the elevator start to let people inside in groups of 5, this was it. After 30 minutes the three were finally in the R2W club. It had dim lights with LEDs and paintings on the walls, some read "fight time" and others just indicated the main arenas. The local was huge and even if they had just gotten there it already smelled like cheeseburgers. Some people were sitting at the bar and already drinking something that looked anything but apple juice, I mean maybe there was some apple juice in it but certainly it was mixed with whiskey or vodka. Aunt Cass immediately left the two alone as she proceeded to the bar and Hiro went to the registration desk for the tournament.

"Hello I'm here for the tournament"

The boy on the other side of the desk had bubble gum in his mouth and was chewing it intensely, he had a zoned-out look and looked as if he didn’t want to be there. So all he did was slide a form on the table in his direction.

"If you are of legal age you must fill in the form and enter your personal data and bot parameters, otherwise an adult will have to fill it out for you. If you are an unaccompanied minor, security will be called to escort you out"

He blew the chewing gum he was chewing in a bubble and popped it loudly.

"Everything clear? Good because I won't repeat it"

Tadashi came behind him and picking up a pen from the table he started filling out the form.

"17 years old. Born in... Sanfransokyo... tall... 5" "

"Hey, I'm 5'9"! Don’t write that stuff there! When will you stop being so annoying?"

"Uhm excuse me"

A girl passed right next to him trying to make her way through between him and the group of guys complaining with the bored guy at the registration desk. Her soft but distinct perfume made Hiro turn his head to look at her. She was shorter than him, brunette with wavy hair. Black glasses that reflected the colorful light of the place. A blue hoodie and black skirt. And her red backpack looked full with all of the things she had stuffed in there. She looked a mix of different ethnicities. The eyes of the bored boy at the desk lit up with joy. All he could do was listen to the conversation.

"Hey, Fenny already back to the grand dungeon?"

"You know how I am. So who will I be fighting with tonight?"

She said after filling up her form. It was obligatory for every night players went so that it testimonies the fact that a certain person was there during the night. It was an easy way to be sure that if the police were called the owners of the place knew everyone who was there during the night and could easily find the culprit to make them pay but also an excuse for everyone not to call the police since they were all listed as guests for the nights.

"You know the usual, just a few random people, the strong ones and there's a new guy"

"A new guy? Who?"

"A kid, he's right behind you"

She turned around catching Hiro staring at her and she gave him a mix of a smile and a challenging expression.

"I'm Fen, welcome to the Mash Night new guy"

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#bh6 #bh6 hiro #big hero 6 #big hero six #fanfiction #hiro hamada x reader #female reader #fanfic #oc

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