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Rҽʋҽɳɠҽ ιʂ Mყ Nҽɯ Lαʂƚ Nαɱҽ

𝕄𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕆'ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝔽!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝔼𝕆/𝕄𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒 𝔹𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝔸𝕦

Chapter 5: Off to Breakfast

Things aren't going as expected as you go out for your first meal as an O'Hara.

MDNI

obnote: lol i went away for awhile cause ya fav writer was diagnosed with bpd and started meds which has totally changed the structure of my brain and now finally the creative juices are flowing. sowy.

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It shouldn’t have surprised you by how exhausted you still were, even after getting a full night’s sleep your body had more to catch up on. Just one good night of sleep wasn’t going to fix the years of damage. Between the sleepless nights and the continuous stress, your body was running on fumes, the fact that you were functioning at all was a surprise to anyone who knew you. But now, in the back of a random car, sleep was trying its best to pull you under while you glanced out of the window, trying to figure out where you were headed.

 Lyla has been kind to you and you trusted her to a certain point but again she was still a stranger and as much as you wanted to trust her, you knew better. But unfortunately, for you, there was a stronger part of your better judgement that did feel safe in her care, that knew you could relax in Lyla's presence. It wasn’t long until the rhythmic motion of the car successfully lulled you into a dangerously deep sleep, completely unaware of anything happening around you. The addition of a small throw blanket over you didn’t even phase you, if anything, securing your mind in dream land.

A gentle expression crosses Lyla’s face as she pulls back from laying the throw over you. This was the second time that you fell asleep around her, at least this time it wasn’t because you were in distress. Lyla hoped that meant you felt comfortable around her, safe even, maybe if not just a little. At least with you asleep, she could also relax a bit, releasing the tension she had been holding in her neck and shoulders. On to her next task, figuring out what the two of you were going to do today. 

She knew you wanted to see your mother, something that could be easily arranged but she doubted it would be a whole day's affair. Maybe, you would just want to relax for once, attempting to remember anything in your file that would give her a hint on what to do.  Most of the information in there was from distance observations, people who have met you in passing, things other people have just heard about you from your family, people from the hospital your mother was at, professors and classmates for school. Besides your family issues, there wasn’t much about you personally. It didn’t appear you had any close friends, well any friends really. And with what little information they had, it didn’t seem to match who you were. Most people calling you stand offish, polite but only just enough not to be rude, and antisocial but she couldn’t believe any of it despite the short time the two of you have spent together. She didn’t really know what to think of you.

As she glances down at you again, watching your chest rise and fall while you sleep, small little snores escaping your mouth, an indication on how deep of a sleep you were having, a mischievous smile pulled at her lips. Oh, you were so cute, the photos in your file did you no justice. 

‘May as well take advantage of the moment’ Lyla thought as she pulled her phone out. She just had to snag some pictures before you woke up, doubting she would have more opportunities like this. After snapping a few pictures, she couldn’t resist teasing her boss a bit. He didn’t have to go into the office or handle any other type of business that he couldn’t have just assigned to anyone else, specifically herself as his right hand. Yet in still, he went into the office instead of spending his first day as a husband with you, his wife, and he will face the consequences for that. 

The first message was simple, just a brief update on the earlier morning events. A few details on how your mental state seems to be and your overall condition. Luckily, she made him have on his read receipts so she could see that he had at least looked at her messages. After a few moments, the texting bubbles didn’t appear, but she didn’t need a response before she sent her next message.

’And now we are on our way to breakfast! 

*image*’

Lyla snickered to herself as she waits to see when he will view her message. She really wished she was in the room when he saw the image.

Now, Miguel had already expected to be bothered by Lyla, she did that on a regular basis. She was a thorn in his side, always finding a new way to tease or annoy him. If she wasn’t so good at her jobs, he would have replaced her ages ago. (Which isn’t true, he would never get rid of Lyla). When he receives the first few messages, his eyes scan over the words looking for key points. If anyone was paying close attention to his behavior, they would have noticed the slight drop in his shoulders. Miguel’s mind was put more at ease by the update on your wellbeing.

After those first few messages, he assumed that was it from Lyla, almost surprised by how simple the messages were. He had expected some type of teasing remark from her, pleasantly surprised when there wasn’t even a single joke. His relief only lasted for a brief moment before his phone buzzed again with another notification from Lyla. And he already knew what to expect, knew it had to be some type of jab at him probably about his absence or some other observation that she’s made turned into a joke. His eyes automatically begin to roll, prepared for whatever foolishness she had to say. But what he saw was far from what he expected to see.

The picture of you.

The sun cascaded across your face as you rested, as you leaned against the door. He was surprised the sun hadn’t woken you up by how bright it was shining on you, maybe it wasn’t the sun, maybe you just glowed, radiated. He knew you were beautiful, that was a fact no one could deny. Recalling the last time he saw you, last night, still beautiful but the lights were dim and he was trying to keep his attention off your face not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable or scare you off with his perpetual scowl. But in this photo, you could really tell how truly beautiful you were. He could finally take in the natural details of your face, how breath taking, staring so hard as if trying to commit the image to memory despite the photo now being in his phone. Despite that, he wanted to always have this image of you to recall, a sight he doubted he would ever be able to capture himself. The image had him lost in his phone and thoughts, usual demeanor shifting into something softer. By no means did he appear gentle or soft but his harsh expression became a bit less harsh.

Right before Miguel locks his phone back, his attention was drawn to your mouth, the thin line with a small gap that presented itself to the camera,a bit of droll escaping the side of your mouth. It had Miguel reminiscing on the ,too brief, kiss the two of you shared on your wedding day. It was so easy to form his mouth onto yours, the way your bodies came together as if they were drawn together by that red string of fate. Now Miguel was a man after all and has kissed plenty of women and more. But there was something about when your lips touched, that was different, A ‘spark’ that he had assumed people were lying about, but now he knows is real. That red string continues to pull the two of you closer.  His thoughts began to veer into more dangerous places as his gaze intensified on your mouth, especially remembering how soft your lips were. Oh, what would they feel like in other places? Just the concept of that had Miguel turning red, but not yet locking his phone or taking his gaze off your photo. 

Miguel, distracted by his phone, didn't even notice the mumbled whispers spreading throughout the conference room. Their gazes switched between their boss to each other as they watched his tanned skin darken with a hue of red that usually accompanied his rage. But, whatever this was, it was different. Their boss didn’t even have his signature scowl on his face, replaced with something that no one in the room could pinpoint. He seemed tense but not angry, that combined with how distracted he was in the meeting and his constant attention to whatever was on his phone, there was something going on. But what?

“Oi, mate, what’s boss on ‘bout now?” Hobie speaks up, not bothering to whisper like everyone else.  Peter turned, attempting to shush him hoping that this brief distraction of his boss would allow all of them to have an easier day. He wanted to go home to his wife and daughter even if his curiosity was getting the better of him. Before Peter could even scold him, he was sidetracked by several notifications coming to his phone, surprised Hobie wasn’t experiencing the same thing. As he saw the preview of the text, eyes darted to his boss and then back to the message on his phone before nudging Hobie signaling for him to look at his own phone. It was killing Peter not to laugh at the scene before him. Lyla had sent a screenshot of what she sent to the boss with his simple reply of ‘k’, but the way that Peter now knew the shift in demeanor from his boss wasn’t because of anger. This huge terrifying brute of a man was flustered over getting a picture of a girl sleeping. If he didn’t know any better, he would think he was some teenage boy. 

Against any logical thinking, Peter snaps a picture of their boss not knowing the flash was on. The dimly lit room glows white as the back of his phone illuminates the room. Hobie bursts into laughter, glad he wasn’t the one to take the picture because he would have been more discreet than that. Miguel's eyes cut from his phone straight to Peter, the previous shade of red becomes even deeper as the room feels Miguel's anger rise. But before Miguel can even raise his voice Peter is out of the door, quickly texting the contraband to the group chat. The sound of yelling coming from the room behind him as he darts through the building. Regardless of the consequences, Peter thinks the photo may have been worth it.

In the depths of your sleep, the sounds of barely mumbled laughter disturbs you. Your mind tried to keep you in a state of slumber but the interruption to the quiet ride along with the change in road conditions were disrupting the spell the sandman casted on you. Groggily, your eyes begin to peel open as your hand shoots up in an attempt to shield your face from the blinding light coming through the window, surprised that it hadn’t woken you up earlier than this. You could tell that you had been facing the sun for some time now as there was a warmth to your face that wasn’t there before your unexpected nap. How long had you even been asleep? You attempt to get your bearings back as you turn to face the sound that awakened you.

“Where are we?” You ask, voice a bit weak and strained. You were a bit taken back by the sound, you must have slept harder than you thought for such a short nap.

Lyla’s giggles come to a complete stop before smoothly tucks her phone into her pocket, “On our way to breakfast, silly, remember? That nap must have really thrown you off kilter, huh?”

Her reply still carried a breath of amusement that you know was only partially directed towards answering your question.  There was a  gleam to her eyes when she looked at you, that you could tell something else was going on that involved you that she wasn’t telling you. It almost piqued your interest enough to ask what was going on, almost, coming to the conclusion that if she wanted to tell you then she would. At least you could tell that what was on her mind wasn’t malicious. Since you were young, you had seemingly a sixth sense for reading people based on the look in their eyes. It was almost like you could read their mind, determining their true intentions by their eyes. Which is why you knew whatever was going on with Lyla wasn’t anything for you to truly be worried about.

You huff in simple amusement before turning your attention back to the world outside the car window, everything looked so unfamiliar. There weren’t even any street names that seemed familiar, the heart of the city left behind to a more underdeveloped area. Where could she be taking you? The O’Hara’s aren’t ones lacking money, knowing they must have some type of appearance to keep up which was the whole reason you were married into the family.  You had expected to be taken to somewhere in the city center, somewhere upscale, somewhere to be shown off like the priced pet you were meant to be. 

“I thought we would be going somewhere, ya know, ‘high class’?” You posed it more as a question than a statement, your curiosity finally getting the better of you as you travel further and further from the city. Lyla couldn’t have gotten you all dolled up just to take you somewhere insignificant, but maybe breakfast was just the first stop before the parading began. 

“Ha of course you would think that, huh- ?” Lyla chirped, your face scrunched in confusion as you turned to her.  “Don’t tell the boss man ,but we are having breakfast at his favorite place of all time. Real off the grid type. It’s like his little secret. No way would I take you to some stuck up place to eat, the food is always trash at those places, plus-“ Lyla’s smile turns into a softer, more genuine one before continuing, “You just don’t seem like the type of girl to enjoy those places anyways.”

And, of course, she was right, which pulled a small smile from your lips. The only times you were even allowed in those types of places is when your father wanted to show you off to potential clients, his brilliant daughter in medical school. Basically a personified trophy, sitting properly, speaking only when spoken to as few words as possible, the perfect example of a daughter. A doll that was put back on the shelf after playtime was over. Now you were being taken somewhere by someone who didn’t expect you to perform, the manners and etiquette that your stepsister never had to learn weren’t going to be monitored for at least this small moment. That was what you hoped at least, as you looked into Lyla’s eyes feeling that hope may be true.

While you turned your gaze back to the window, the city changed before you. The bland, colorless buildings shifted into older, brighter architecture. More and more buildings were made out of red brick, it was almost as if they were becoming personified. There was more life to this side of town, the buildings no longer looking as though they belong to an industrial park, murals decorating most building walls. It was as if everything was a brighter, different shade of color, a side of the city you felt more than privileged to be able to witness. Everything was just alive. Lyla notices the awestruck look on your face, cracking a genuinely fond smile watching you experience this side of the city. 

“You ever been around this part of town?” Lyla asked, amusement dancing in her eyes but they were still soft towards you.

At this point, you basically had your face smashed against the window like an excited puppy going to the park for the first time. A wave of embarrassment shoots through you before immediately pulling back from it, then  trying to wipe the window off with your sleeve before sitting back.

“No,” you straighten yourself out, “I haven’t actually seen much of anything really that wasn’t related to school or near the hospital.”

“Oh that's even more perfect!”Lyla exclaims, her volume surprising you, “That means I’m the one who gets to pop your cherry on so many things!”

“Uhm,” more surprised by her phrasing than you are by her enthusiasm, “I guess so?” you respond more of a question than a statement.

Lyla giggles before pulling out her phone to text someone something, she has you less concerned about your circumstance and more concerned about her mental state. The way she acted about everything still didn’t make any sense to you. Of course, you didn’t believe all of the things you heard about the O’Haras but you wouldn’t have thought it would be like this. Granted, it had only been a day but the feeling of ease and acceptance that came over you while spending time with Lyla would probably shock any person to hear. Was this what it was going to be like being an O’Hara?

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[rooksandravens]

[rjeddystone]

Ooh, this is actually kinda a neat thing, because you can think of it as a checklist:

Who: Main character(s)

Why: Character goal or desire (stated)

Why: Character need (implied)

When: Inciting Incident

What: Means (that achieves the goal/need)

Where: Place A >> Place B

How: The Plan

Obstacle(s): antagonist or challenge

For example:

Who: Bilbo Baggins, a respectable hobbit of Hobbiton

Why: Treasure, wealth (stated)

Why: Adventure, self-respect (implied)

When: After supper

What: Quest

Where: Hobbiton >> The Lonely Mountain

How: A company of dwarves, a wizard, and an ancient map and key

Main antagonist(s): a dragon

Thus, in less than 100 words:

Bilbo Baggins is a respectable hobbit in Hobbiton, never making any trouble or having any adventures. But when a wizard and a company of dwarves invite themselves to dinner, Bilbo finds himself joining their quest from the shires of Hobbiton to the legendary Lonely Mountain, the home of a long lost treasure, and quite, possibly, a dragon.  

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The Anatomy of Story by John Truby is a really good book by the by, if anyone’s interested in this sort of thing.

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This is super helpful!’

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Requests are fully open! Give your least favorite writer some inspo! I’m on new meds and they’ve taken some of my sparkle

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[otakubimbo]

Requests are fully open! Give your least favorite writer some inspo! I’m on new meds and they’ve taken some of my sparkle

prompt list here as well!

[otakubimbo]

𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤

𝐿𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑜𝓌𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉 (𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃) 𝓍 𝒜𝐹𝒜𝐵 𝑀𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 !

Chapter 6: Rescue Mission?

Logan thought he was going to enjoy a night of peace for once, instead he ends up being your knight in shining leather. Aka Logan's perspective when your date went wrong.

Slight Angst. SLOW Burn. Minors DNI!

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The apartment was completely empty for once. Wade had gone off with Vanessa somewhere, Blind Al was wherever she went,  and the only thing that can be heard is the low hum coming from whatever show was on the tv. He wasn’t paying much attention to it as he nursed a beer, taking long slow sips from it. 

Peace and fucking quiet. Finally.

It was non-stop noise with Wade in the apartment, never a single moment of silence or peace. He was so relieved to have this time to himself. Sometimes he wonders if he should have stayed in his own universe, at least there people usually left him alone. But now he had…..thoughts pause for a moment as he looked around, whatever this was. Logan was used to being alone and now he never is, even in his own mind it seemed. The brief moments of reprieve from Wade, didn’t leave Logan with a clear mind unfortunately because in times like this somehow his fucked up brain would think of you. 

Thinking about you was pointless and stupid, he knew that, of course he did. But ever since that night you drunkenly stumbled into the apartment, there was a small part in the back of his mind that was reserved for you. He couldn’t even pretend to lie to himself and say you weren’t attractive because you were, extremely, but it wasn’t just that. For some reason, Logan wanted something from you, anything. He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted or why he wanted anything from you. Maybe it was the way that your mutant powers were similar to Jeans’. Maybe it was how your smile never truly met your eyes and yet you did it so easily, so frequently. Maybe it was how on that fateful night, he saw himself in you. The fear. The regret. The sense of losing control. He didn’t really know.

And then, there was your art. Logan would never consider himself the type of man to care about that type of stuff but every time he looked at one of your paintings he felt something. It was as if he could actually feel the art itself and it hurt, your art hurt, and it was so, you. Even when he went to your art gallery and heard the things people said, he knew that no one felt it. They all called it beautiful, which he would agree, but no one saw the actual pain in your paintings. People used words like ‘joy’ ,‘peaceful’, ‘hopeful’, nothing that he felt when he looked at them. And maybe it was just him and there was more wrong with him than he knew but he did know that even if it was minuscule there is a part of you that was like him. And maybe he was the only one to see your art for what it is. 

Who knows. He surely didn’t, and not wanting to think about it too much tried to push the thought out of his mind. 

Luckily, his thoughts were disrupted by the blasting sound of the chorus to ‘Like A Prayer’ by Madonna. What the fuck was that? Logan’s keen ears immediately found the disturbance, which for some reason was his phone. When he looks at the screen, he’s annoyed but not surprised by the name and picture that appears on his screen. Fucking Wade. He contemplates between throwing the phone or just declining it but the call ended before he could make a decision on that. Annoyed, he sets his phone back down, settling himself further into the couch taking a swig of his almost forgotten beer. Despite the annoyance, at the very least it stopped the thoughts of you and now he was consumed with the annoying thoughts of whatever Wade could have wanted. Unfortunately, or fortunately, he didn’t have to think long before his phone was blaring again with that same ringtone and that same irritating face appearing on his phone.

Groaning, reluctantly he answers the phone, “What?” 

“Hey so, there’s a problem” The voice coming from the receiver wasn’t Wade’s but Vanessa's. Logan didn’t even consider listening until she spoke your name. “ She’s at the diner, James, and needs someone to get her.”

Logan fakes annoyance, grumbling into the phone, “Yeah whatever I’ll get her.”

He responded too quickly, causing Wade’s voice to call out from the back, “Oh,our x-men hero goes to save our damsel in distress!” Wade is always coming to ruin everything. Logan growls into the receiver, already regretting the action, not wanting to leave you there but not wanting to deal with Wade’s negging either.

“Wade, for fucks sake,” Vanessa’s voice sounding as if she moved the phone away to scold him, “Anyways, she didn’t really tell us what was going on but she needs someone there”

Logan just grunts again, not trying to think about whatever you had been through to have had Vanessa calling him to pick you up. “ I said I would get her.”  He doesn’t want to hang up just yet in case they have anything else to  say about what happened with you, as he grabs his jacket and the keys to his bike.

“Thanks Logan, I already told her you were coming.”

That was all he needed to hear before hanging up. Every red light and stop sign was ignored as he made his way to you. It took him half the time to get to James than it should have. As he gets off his bike, he looks through the windows to see if you’re inside. After a quick scan, you were easy to locate. You were obviously previously in a state of duress, your hair was wild, your face looks slightly puffy from the side and you’re speaking with a waitress as she places a piece of pie in front of you. He watches you enjoy your pie, the smile on your face as you’re enjoying your first bites. Your expressions pull at something within him. 

After a moment, he realizes how creepy this may look and decides to walk into the diner. He walks in as you go to take a huge bite, freezing as you spot him coming through the door. The base of your spoon moves in your panic, making some of the whipcream hit your nose as your mouth encloses around the spoon.

He attempts to keep his voice as nonchalant as usual, “They sent me to get you.”

His eyes soaking in the details of your appearance as you attempt to explain your way out of needing him there. But it went through one ear and out of the other. Your hair was a wreck, your makeup smeared slightly as you had seemed to attempt to clean yourself up a bit, but then there was still that bit of whip cream sitting on the button of your nose. Damn, he never really thought anyone could look so cute in such a disheveled state but here you were. After whatever kind of disastrous night you had been in, still looking so cute. Without even thinking, he reaches out with a napkin to wipe that bit of whipped cream off sighing in what sounded like a sound of endearment. 

Almost immediately, he notices the shift in your demeanor. The way your eyes widened if only for a second, causing your wet lashes to blink up at him as you tried to adjust your expression. Your poor attempts at not showing that his actions flustered you, failing in the most obvious way to someone like him. Yeah, you were cute.

“Go ahead and finish, then we can go.” Logan's voice came out a bit gruffer than he expected as he attempted to contain the slight uptick of the side of his mouth. Even if this wasn’t the best of circumstances, he felt a bit of pride that he could have an effect on you. It wasn’t until the realization set in that he almost felt teenage, feeling cocky over flustering a girl. That signature scowl appears on his face, turning his head away from you, a sense of slight embarrassment washing over him. Eventually though, he began to feel your gaze on his face. It felt like you were searching for something. For what, he didn’t know but quickly it seemed you found it but still didn’t look away. Now he was the one starting to get flustered.

”What, kid?” His question came out more aggressive than he wanted as he could feel heat creeping up the back of his neck.

You serve your own attitude back in your response, “Nothing,” before you mumbled with a spoon sticking out of your mouth, “Not a kid”

Yeah sure, not a kid, but here you were looking still so damn cute as you shoved the last bites of pie in your mouth. The tiny noises of pleasure along with the way your face scrunched in contentment were affecting him more than it should. And that by itself made him even more irritated, the previous scowl on his face deepening even more. Finally though, you were done, and Logan could get the both of you the hell out of there and he wouldn’t have to have these stupid thoughts about you.

Quickly standing up while digging out money from his pocket placing it on the table, “Alright you’re done, lets go.” The irritation he was having at his own self made him come off as more impatient than usual. He planned on keeping his eyes on the door as you got up from the booth but as soon as you shifted his eyes went to you. He hadn’t even realized what you were wearing until now and even though he knew you had some type of healing abilities, just the thought of you out on his bike like that created a pit of concern in him. With that realization, he strips from his jacket and forces it into your unwilling arms but you shove it right back seemingly annoyed at him.

A cute little pout pulls at your lips, “don’t need it”. Damn, were you stubborn for no reason. He really should be more annoyed with you but he just can’t find it in himself when he looks back at you as you exit the diner, shivering a bit when the cold hit you. And yet refused his jacket. Logan groans inwardly and outwardly as he decides to take matters into his own hands by putting the jacket on you himself. He’s surprised at how you don’t struggle, feeling a bit too smug as the pout on your face deepens as he zips it all the way up to your chin. Logan is starting to realize somehow you always end up in  his jacket as he turns to walk to his bike before grabbing the helmet he never wore himself from the handlebars. To his surprise you’re standing behind him, a little less pouty as he places the helmet on your head securing it properly. He couldn’t resist himself, tapping the front of the helmet caused that scowl of yours to return, earning a smirk from him. As soon as you open your mouth, he turns and gets onto the bike pointing a thumb behind him for you to get on. He could sense you wanted to bite back but he assumed you probably didn’t have that much left in you from whatever happened previously. 

Logan can feel the movement in the bike as you get on, he feels your hesitation as you just barely place your hands on his waist. Oh he is so glad you can’t see the smirk on his face before calling behind him, “You should probably hold on”, then taking right off. He can feel your weight shift back, in a brief moment thinking you may fall, before your arms tightly wrap securely around him. He almost contained his laughter at you until he felt the tip of your nail in his ribs and then he couldn’t help the rumble that came from his chest. But soon enough, he can feel you relax into him almost melting into his back. He would never admit it to you, and even himself, but the ride was nice, feeling you leaning into him warmed him from the inside out. The idiotic feeling was inescapable, this would never work, the two of you would never work and he knew that but for once in this small moment he enjoyed himself. Soon, he parked his bike in the parking garage, lost in his own thoughts while you tried to give him back his jacket and helmet. He didn’t want it, once you wore something of his it just belonged to you. Logan didn’t know why but he never wanted any of it back.

Your voice sounds soft and wistful, “Thanks again for coming to get me”. He could see how exhausted you were as you pulled his jacket closer into you. Logan could do nothing more than just grunt in acknowledgement, he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what to do. He assumed you to just leave, you stayed there staring at him as if you expected something from him but he had nothing to give. And then you spoke again, “Alright, thanks again. I guess I’ll see you later.”

He fidgeted with the cigar in his pocket for a moment before responding, “Yeah, later” before taking it out of his pocket finishing his statement, “Night kid”

You scrunched your face in that cute way he was getting too used to seeing, “Not a kid”. He watched you as you huffed and walked away, still clutching his jacket. Logan really hated the way that he felt because he knew it was pointless. Especially with you. He waits for a bit, smoking his cigar trying not to make this situation even more awkward by allowing you to get to your apartment without having to spend any more time with him. 

Despite his usual bad luck, Wade wasn’t there when he finally got into the apartment. Logan knew his temper would be worse than usual if he had to have any type of interaction with Wade. But on the other hand, now he was left with just himself and his thoughts, and unfortunately every train of thought he had parked at the station of you. He already knew that anything between the two of you would end in disaster so Logan did what he does best, he decided then he would just push you away, make sure you never wanted to be around him. Now that, that was something he was good at, a professional even. And that’s just what he was going to have to do whether he wanted to or not. 

Because when did it ever matter what he wanted?

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Your sister is getting married and you hate her soon to be husband. When you feel like you may lose one thing, will you hold on tighter to something else?

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bimbote: yes i did private all of the rabbit and the wolf and am currently rewriting and publishing it. im sorry to anyone who loved the original but that was during a time i was first getting back into writing and i honestly hated how i wrote it. it'll be the same premise and story line just hopefully better ! ꨄ︎

Only the sound of the night insects and wind fill the air. The two of you were as silent as ever. The two most dangerous Anbu of the leaf. You could catch the briefest glimpse of Kakashi’s mask as you run towards the meeting point. Usually, for a mission there wouldn’t be a meeting point so close to the target but you and Kakashi always did things a little differently when it was just the two of you. As you enter the small clearing, Kakashi’s back is to you, hands in his pocket with that casual arrogant slouch to his stance. He doesn’t even turn to you before speaking.

“Where’s your head at? You’re slow tonight. Don’t drag me down.”

His stance straightens as he turns to you, facial expressions hidden behind a wolfs mask. Even though you couldn’t see it, you felt his gaze lock with yours and you knew the exact expression he was making. You were sure there was an annoyed furrow in his brow, along with a hint of worry that he would never allow anyone to see but you knew it was there. It would be easier just to answer him, but what fun would that be? With a rare smile, expression hidden just the same behind a rabbit’s mask, giving your limbs a stretch before plopping down on the ground. It was just a part of the dynamic between the two of you, you loved getting under his skin and for some reason he put up with you.  Kakashi runs a frustrated hand through his hair, the light of the moon smacking it seems more silver than white. Almost made you want to run your own fingers through it.

“Your sister?” He questions before sitting down next to you, leaning back in such a nonchalant way despite the circumstances. This mission truly was serious despite his attitude and your playfulness.

“Yeah….”

The only person you had left, well besides him you guessed. Both of your parents are gone, your old team, your old sensei. That’s probably what connected you and Kakashi, that two of you were dealt the same hand in life. But you, you had your sister, and now she was going to be someone else’s besides yours. It wasn’t that, no, you weren’t that selfish. Your sister was not yours to monopolize, and that wasn’t what you were trying to do. The issue was you hated him; he just wasn’t good enough for her. He wasn’t smart, didn’t drive, didn’t have anything going for him. She could do so much better than him. But he made her happy, for some dumb reason he made her happy and her happiness comes before anything for you.

“I don’t want to ruin her wedding but….” Your voice trails off as you gaze back up at the stars, knowing this is neither the time nor place to have this conversation but you never really had the luxury of time.

Kakashi sighs in frustration before finishing your sentence, “don’t want her to marry him”, gently knocking his shoulder into yours. Your gaze drifts to him, simply nodding. There’s a silence that settles between the two of you, a brief reprieve from your thoughts.

“Fuck it. Let’s get this over with,” you say after a moment too long going to stand, but before pushing yourself off the ground, Kakashi grabs your wrist stopping your movements. As your head turns to him, you notice he took off his mask that dark eye fixated on your face, “What?”

Your question hangs in the air for a moment as he just stares at you.  This was one of the few times you couldn’t read his expression, it was a look on his face you hadn’t seen before. Not saying anything as you hold his gaze, heart pounding in your chest for some unknown reason.

“You won’t be alone, stupid”

Your breath hitches at his words. They were simple but the weight behind them and the look in his eye held a power over you that you didn’t think anyone possessed. He knew you too well, knew what was going through your mind, through your heart. Honestly, you didn’t know what to do or how to feel at his words. Because the unspoken part wasn’t that you just wouldn’t be alone, you wouldn’t be alone because you had him. And with the way he looked at you, you didn’t want to think about what that meant to either of you.

With an awkward laugh, ripping your wrist free to stand up while putting your mask back on, “Well of course, I know that. Like hell if I would be worried about that.”

Kakashi gaze holds yours even behind your mask, but once you whip your head in the other direction fiddling with your gear he sighs heavily before standing up alongside you.

Pulling out the mission scroll, before clearing your through still avoiding his face, “Let’s go over this one last time just to make sure we aren’t just stealing things for fun”

The two of you go over the finer details of the mission before heading back off. Unfortunately for you, there were no enemies to take your mind off the previous events. Still a bit in your head about your sister’s wedding and now also about what Kakashi said. You could feel his gaze shifting to you as you uncharacteristically silently make your way back to the Leaf. Once returned, before heading home, the two of you must stop at the Hokage’s office to hand over the retrieved intel.

“Nice to see the two didn’t nice” The Third says without even looking up from his work.

“Thank you, Lord Hokage.” your tone holding an air of professionalism, no one has ever heard from you. Hiruzon head shoots up at your words. You weren’t one to show respect to authority, especially him.

“Uhm, your welcome.” He stated more as a question. His eyes darting between you and Kakashi, the look on Kakashi’s face almost mirroring his own.

“If that’s all” you say before leaving without waiting for a response.  Kakashi turns to follow you out before he is called back, you don’t even wait for him as you make your way out.

“Did something go wrong during the mission?” Hiruzon asks, only briefly showing concern.  

Kakashi just scoffs with a roll to his eyes, “Of course not.”

“Then what? She showed respect to me, there must be a problem,” eyes attempting to catch Kakashi’s eye, but Kakashi quickly cocks his head in the other direction. A small smirk started to form along Hiruzon’s face, believing the situation to be something a bit more than what happened.

Unfortunately, Kakashi catches on to the concept quickly, face heating up to the point where his ears burn. The old man was just doing this to irritate him, Kakashi knew that, turning his back on the Hokage swiftly leaving his office. Kakashi grows more annoyed about the situation as he makes his way home. It was all so stupid, he couldn’t understand why any of that even matter to you. Everyone you love dies anyways, he knew you knew that more than anyone. Your sister wasn’t dead; she wasn’t even leaving the village. The two of you faced more danger in an hour than she will ever or has ever faced in her life. What sense did it make for you to fear being alone? Even without her, you weren’t alone, right? It shouldn’t matter to him anyways, he already knew he would need to distance himself from you. He had always been too close to you but now it was getting worse. When he said that you wouldn’t be alone, he told himself that he meant your sister, but he knew he meant himself and that if he held breath in his lungs, you wouldn’t be alone. But that was just stupid as your thoughts and dangerous ones at that, when you love, you lose. You were his last bit of love left, and he should lose it on his own terms.

The same dilemma Kakashi was going through, you were dealing with the same thrice fold. You didn’t even realize you were in your home until the sound of water hits your ears. Of course, a bath. It’s what your mother used to do, one of your first memories. Even as a toddler, your temperament had never been good.  When your mind loses itself, she used to run you a bath with water just above what you could stand and then having you soak in there until the water became cold. You weren’t even sure if it would work anymore but at the very least it may take your mind off everything else but her. But as you sink further into the steaming tub, as much as you tried to think of your mother everything reminded you of your sister. She really took after her in not just looks but personality as well. It made you think about how truly opposite the two of you were. She could simply be described as an earth-bound angel.

While you on the other hand, were truly your father’s daughter. It was so strange how to worked itself out, both daughters being one or the other parent. You had his face, his temper, his skill, everything that had made him into the man and ninja that he was. That was the curse though, you received all his bad qualities and none of your mother’s good ones. But that’s what made you a great ninja just like your father and what made you so afraid of losing your sister. Your father was nothing, without your mother, she held all his broken pieces together and your sister was the same for you. And now you were going to lose her, then you would have no one, and what would become of you after. But no, apparently that wasn’t true was it, the thought brought you back to what Kakashi said. ‘You won’t be alone, stupid’. Even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, part of you hoped he meant himself, that he would always be there for you as he always has been in his own way. Even when he had his own squad and now having his own team, he was always your partner, never letting you to face things alone even when other people did.

Turning over to scream into your pillow, there was too much for you to think about, too much on your mind. There were things you never wanted to think about crowding your thoughts. Fuck.  It was too late to go out and train, you don’t even know what your sister would do if you were late for her wedding activities. So, you just decided to focus on your bath and preparing for bed. Sitting on the edge of the tub as your bath runs, beginning to detangle your hair. Having your hair texture was inconvenient to your line of work, no matter what style you put it in, unless it was protective, it always ended up tangled you didn’t understand how. You knew your sister wanted you in braids, so you were going to start the process early before you’re dragged along behind her for the next two days. You spend the night getting all your stuff together and relaxing, it was going to be a long two days.

Day before Wedding

You had no clue how you were going to get through this day, you were exhausted, but as your sister opened her door the smile on her sister’s face was going to be the only thing keeping you going, along with a bottle of sake. There was no way you would get through this sober, full day of getting primped and finalizing wedding things with Aki, your sister and her soon-to-be husband.

“Are you drunk?” Aki’s shining face asks as she lets you in, seeing how happy you are to be there.

You laugh her off, shaking your head holding up your bottle “Not yet big sister but I will get there. I’m being on my best behavior for you and your wedding activities”

Aki looks like she is about cry, yanking you into a hug, “you really love me, you really do.”

“Well yeah I kind of have to” you say as you gently push her off you, “but of course I do, now what’s first. Hair, I presume?”

“Duh, sissy, that’s what’s going to take the longest.”

“Yes, yes, yes, of course I’m so silly”

Your sister leads you into her living room where there are chairs set up for the two of you to get your hair done. The two of you sit down while she catches you up on the past wedding preparations and everything else that needs to be done. Despite the circumstances, it was so nice to see how happy your sister was. You would do anything to keep that smile on her face. The two of you continue light conversation until the braiders get there.

“Kakashi is going to be keeping you in check, right?” Aki laughs looking over at you while getting the last finishing touches of her braids done. You sigh heavily at this and take another shot of sake; you had been indulging through the whole process especially the times that man came to check on your sister.

“Yes ma’am, and I’ll be on my best behavior for you. But also, if you just want to cancel everything and dump him that’s completely fine.” You state, trying to be nonchalant but hopeful, nonetheless. She laughs and hits your arm.

“I love him.”

“I know.”

And you did know, you truly never seen such a light in your sister until she met him. No matter your feelings on him, or your fears, your sister’s happiness came first and he made her happy. She loved him. That was one thing you could not deny.

Wedding Day

Right now, you are getting your final touches done, braids pulled into an elegant low bun and flowers were being placed around it. They were different shades of yellow, complimenting your brown skin and yellow kimono perfectly. Aki couldn’t help herself saying how beautiful you looked today as if today wasn’t her own wedding day. She, of course, looked beautiful and radiant, it almost brought tears to your eyes, but you wouldn’t dare mess up the makeup artist’s work.

You take a deep swig of sake before turning to Aki, “It’ll never be too late you know”.

Aki says your name in that stern voice your mother always used before shaking her head at you,

“Alright! I just had to ask one more time before you really committed”

Before you could even try one last time a knock came at the door. This must be a sign that she must get married to this horrible man. After a heavy sigh, you tell them to come in. It was Kakashi. He of course looked handsome, he always did, still with the mask and headband covering his eye.

“I clean up nice, yeah?” You give a little twirl and almost stumble. Maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much without eating anything. He huffs with a roll of his eye as he stabilizes you.

“She’s been drinking.” Aki laughs, as cheerful as ever. You smile and take another shot.

“Just a little, here take one with me” You hand him a glass and pour one for each of you. “The bride to be wants to stay as coherent as possible apparently.” You both clink cups and somehow, he drinks without having his face be shown even though you both have seen his face before.

“I love you Aki and want nothing more than your happiness. And whatever that means for you, you’ll have it and I’ll make sure you have it” This statement almost brought tears to her eyes. She was so sensitive, you think, as her artists dabs away the tears before they fall.

“I love you too. And I’m so happy, especially with having you here with me.” She smiles brightly and you give her hand a squeeze. You leave to wait to walk her down the aisle.  

Kakashi raises a brow at you, “You good?” He asks as you seem to exhale for the first time since he arrived.

“Yeah, she’s happy. So, I’m happy.” You say reluctantly. He slips you a flask and you give him a slight smile as you take another sip, he does the same and puts it away before leaving to take his seat.

The palms of your hands were starting to feel warm as you were waiting for your sister. Why the hell were you so nervous, you’ve been in actual life threating situations for god’s sake. But the feeling got even worse as your sister appeared in front of you.

“Oh wow, you look so beautiful Aki. Dad would have lost it and taken you away.” You laugh as you reluctantly loop your arm around hers.

‘Yea, which is why I would have told mom to walk me, but now I have you to walk me”

You sharply exhale,” yeah”

Aki nudges you so that you’ll turn and face her, “and you’ll always have me. Always.”. You chuckle with a shake of your head, Aki doing what Aki does best, keeping you together. It was going to be alright, yeah, it was.

The wedding was beautiful; her idiot husband did cry when he saw your sister, which you guessed was a good thing. That’s what people say at least. She radiated nothing but joy and love as she read her vows to him. But now that the ceremony was over, it was time to party. The bad influence that you were, you kept feeding Kakashi drinks making both of y’all pretty drunk by the end of the night. As the night turns to end, your sister makes Kakashi walk you home even at your insistence that you were one of the strongest in the leaf and could get home just fine by yourself. Kakashi knew better than to defy your sister though, so he took you home, more like the two of you stumbled to your house.

“She looked so pretty and he just looked so, bleh” you say annoyed doing your best to unlock your front door. You’re hiccupping as you basically fall into the house with Kakashi behind you.

“You look gorgeous though” Kakashi says leaning on your door frame causing you to spin on your heels.

“I told you I clean up nicely!” You yell, laughing at the way it looks like he would just sink into the frame. Beckoning him to come inside as you finally take out of that headache inducing bun. The flowers fall around you as the braids sweep your back.

“You should probably stay, you’re drunk” you laugh at the fact that Kakashi is still glued by the door looking at you, you raise a brow “What?”

He just stumbles to sit on your couch, taking his mask and headband off. You follow suit and lay down putting your head in his lap. His lap was so warm and comfortable.

“Hmm, maybe you are a little handsome like all the girls say.” You turn in his up to look up at him, reaching to touch his face while he looks confused at you.

“A little?!” He frowns as you giggle, tracing your fingers over his jaw.

“Yes, a little. Or maybe I just can’t see” grabbing his face with both of your hands, pulling him down for a better view. Oh, that may have been a mistake because now it feels like you can’t breathe with how close he is. This is not how it should be going. The two of you were just friends, childhood friends at that and you don’t like being just a cliché, but you still can’t breathe and you’re looking directly into his eyes as if for the first time.

He breathes out your name, and you just blink up at him. You could easily blame this on alcohol; both very drunk and never this close. After what seemed like hours going by of just looking at each other, you’re the first one to cave. You kiss him.

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As a writer, how do you deal with hating something you’ve written even if other people seem to like it?

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Oh yeah I’m archiving and rewriting a few of my fics sorry love yall though!

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A Heated Rivalry style mereoleona vermillion x f!reader fic.

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Chapter 4: The Morning After

After last night, you don't know how to feel about Miguel, you don't really know how to feel about anything really. It's time to figure out how to move forward in your new life you guess.

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The sounds started off faint, soft noises of what your still asleep ears assumed to be birds or other animals outside of your window. Only bothering you slightly, while you burrow deeper into the comfort of the blankets encasing you not wanting to start your day yet. But the noises continued, starting to form into recognizable words as your brain slowly processes what you were hearing.

“Come on, Mrs. O’Hara it’s time to get up” which was followed by a gentle hand attempting to stir you into full consciousness. Stubbornly, you shake your head, pulling the covers over attempting to shield yourself from the outside world. All you needed was a few more minutes in dreamland, that was it, only just a few more minutes. It didn’t seem that you were going to be given that time as the voice and motion wasn’t ceasing.

Groaning in frustration from your blanket cocoon, “Mom, please just a few more minutes. I don’t even have class today.”

A sound of amused astonishment comes from the figure above you. The voice surely didn’t sound anything like your mother’s. Slowly and nervously peeling the covers from over your head, allowing your eyes to adjust to the light before shyly peaking over at the figure. The figure, in question, before you wasn’t that of your mother but of Lyla, Miguels assistant(?), you weren’t quite sure exactly what she did.

“Oh, I’m so sorry” face flushing from the awkwardness of this situation. For Pete’s sake, it had been several years since your mother woke you up, so long you couldn’t even remember the last time it happened. What made you even think it could possibly be her? Quickly, throwing the covers off you before scrambling out of the bed, attempting to fix your pajamas and wipe the possible sleep from your face. Surely you looked like a mess from how hard you slept. But who could blame you, that bed felt like it was specially made for you

Lyla just giggles, “It’s alright, sweetheart, and let me apologize for not being here when you woke up. At a point I did think you would probably find it a bit creepy for me to just stay in here while you slept all night.”

“No, no, no,” frantically waving your hands in front of you, “It’s absolutely alright, you have nothing to apologize for. I don’t even know why I was so tired.”

Which was a complete and utter lie, this was the first night in as long as you can remember that you were able to just sleep through the night. The first night you didn’t have to pull an all-nighter for medical school, hit the bed half asleep from spending what little energy you had taking care of your stepfamily, didn’t pass out in a hospital chair. Oh shit! Your mom! How could you forget about your own mother?

“Uhm would you be able to take me to see my mom? I can find my own way if it’s not possible. Or I can wait if you all need me to do anything. Or if it’s not possible at all then that’s fine too!” your words almost jumbling together, nervously fiddle with the end of your pajamas, hoping there’s a chance to see her today. The rules of this family weren’t clear yet and it wouldn’t be in your favor to rock the boat so soon, they were treating you well so far.

“Oh sweetie, I work for you. We can go wherever you want to go, whenever you want to go” Lyla giggled watching your face light up with shock and joy, “I’m here to make sure that you’re taken care of. Your husbands' direct orders,”

A wave of heat starts creeping up the back of your neck at the mention of ‘your husband’.  It wasn’t like this was a real marriage anyways but still, it doesn’t stop the embarrassment. You hadn’t even had a relationship before, let alone thought you were going to get married to anyone.

“So, once you’re up and dressed, we will go out to breakfast. The chefs are off this morning just so you won’t be too overwhelmed, and at most I can boil water, so out we must go,” sliding the bag off that was sitting on her shoulder, handing it to you, “Here, this is something for you to wear for the day since we weren’t able to stop by your home, and I don’t think you would  have wanted us just going into your house without you consent.”

You huff out an awkward laugh, still coming down from the embarrassment, “Yeah, the place is kind of a disaster at that,” you joke before grabbing the bag from her hands, “I appreciate the thoughtfulness and for like everything. I do apologize for all of that, that happened, and you know on behalf of my family,”

Lyla puts a comforting hand on your shoulder, giving you a small kind smile, “Don’t you worry about it. We’ve been to worse weddings I promise. Plus, you’re the matriarch of the O’Hara family now you can basically do no wrong. Or anything worse than Miguel has already done,” She snorts out a laugh, giving a shake to her head, “Don’t tell him I said that though, the big man’s kind of scary.”

There’s a beat of silence before you respond, “I don’t know, he doesn’t seem all that scary to me really,” thoughts leading you back to the night before, when you could hear a whisper of humming coming from him while he made you something to eat. Even if he looked annoyed, the act was kind and caring, you couldn’t deny that. You just briefly miss the twinkle in Lyla’s eyes as your thoughts come back to the present. The sly smirk on her face makes you huff out an awkward laugh, “But obviously you know him bette than me.”

“Well, someone needs to think he’s not scary. May as well be his wife.” Lyla laughs as she grabs your shoulders turning you towards the bathroom. That lady knew exactly what she was doing as soon as you heard her laugh a bit harder as you were sure she could feel the warmth of your embarrassment. “Now you go get changed and I’ll be waiting for you”

Before you can even respond she’s pushing you towards the bathroom with the door closes behind you in one swift motion, leaving you a bit stunned. Heaving out a sigh as you make your way over to the vanity mirrors, placing the bag down before pulling out the garments in it. Your eyebrows rise in surprise as you turn the fabric around to view. A sundress? It was perfect weather for it, well it was to your knowledge and the weather app on your phone tells you, but you were a bit surprised by the choice. You didn’t really get out that much, so it wasn’t like you had a vast amount of clothing or style to begin with, but you’ve browsed IG, Pinterest, and TikTok, you weren’t clueless. The dress did kind of look like something that you’ve seen and liked. You would just have to see when you try it on, and hope you looked halfway decent in it.

While you brush your teeth, you scroll through news feed on your phone. Searching for any news about your marriage to the O’Haras but there isn’t a single article, tweet, rumor or anything. A pit begins to form in your stomach, numerous questions bouncing around your head. Wasn’t the whole point of this marriage fixing Miguel’s image? Why wasn’t there anything about it out yet? News like this doesn’t usually get held for more than overnight, especially if TMZ has any say in it. Was this a bad sign? Was the marriage going to get annulled? What would happen to you? What would happen to your mom?

Slamming your phone face down, you shake those thoughts out of your head. You doubted Lyla would still be so kind to you if that were the case. Plus, the whole wedding was hush hush, and it was only the O’Haras people at the venue besides your family. You were sure Elaine or Reese wouldn’t put anything out in public for fear of the O’Hara’s breaking the deal or any other backlash from them.

A sigh escapes you as you slip on the dress, fitting you almost perfectly. As you admire yourself in the mirror you think it may be perfect. While the dress may look perfect, the rest of you had seen better days. Your face and eyes were still swollen from all the crying you did, lips peeling a bit, almost cracking at the corners, and even after moisturizing your skin looked so dull. While you were overthinking your appearance a knock comes from the door.

Unsurprisingly, it was Lyla behind the door, clutching a bag from a chain makeup store. “Sorry if I was taking too long. I was just figuring out how to look presentable. I know I still kind of look a mess” Your apology falls on deaf ears as she pushes her way through with too much excitement.

“No, no, no, sweetheart, it's not a problem. I actually forgot to bring you this,” She holds up a bag with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I think I did a wonderful job at color matching you, we used some tech from a company we work with that hasn’t exactly came out yet which technically is supposed to be used for like government bio engineering stuff but I’ve found it’s great for makeup and skincare. It basically analyzes your skin on some molecular level,” She rambles as she places numerous products on the counter, some brands you recognize, some you don’t, but the ones you do, you know, come with a hefty price tag. “Basically, I just used it to find what corrections can help improve your skin. On top of finding the exact hues and undertones of your complexion.”

“Uhm alright that doesn’t really sound like something the government would need” you mumble as you look at all the items that now covered the whole sink.

“Yeah, you would think so, but it also dilly allows you to replicate a person features onto someone else’s. Have you seen Face Off” Lyla looks at you expectantly to which you shook your head no, “okay well Nicolas Cage and John Travolta are secret agents who switch faces with each other. It’s kind of like that but you don’t physically need the other person’s face just a scan of it. I know you went to med-school so I’m sure this is easy for you to comprehend.”

“Uhm yeah I guess so” It took you back a bit that she knew you went to medical school. Of course, the O’Haras probably had a whole file on you, assuming it would have only been seen by Miguel and his grandfather. But with Lyla being your glorified babysitter as it seemed, it would make sense that she would be informed about everything that they had on you. But does that mean the rest of his people knew everything about me? The thought unsettled you slightly, it seemed they knew almost everything about you and all you had was news and rumors of just the heads of the family.

Lyla must have noticed the shift in your demeanor cause when you caught her gaze in the mirror, her eyes held a look of sadness and pity in them “But anyways,” she attempts to pull you out of your thoughts, “you wouldn’t mind if I did your makeup up, would you? I promise I won’t mess up that pretty little face of yours. There are only a few girls that work with us, and they never allow me to do their makeup.” She pleads to you, pulling out full blown puppy eyes and begging hands. There was no way I would be able to say no to that display.

Softly you chuckle, “Yeah, that’s fine. I don’t usually wear makeup. The only time I’ve really ever worn it was my graduations and yesterday. I wouldn’t know what I was doing with any of that anyways.”

She squeals at your agreement, spinning you in a 360 on the stool. Immediately, you regret your decision as her excitement seems to increase while she looms over you.

“Don’t you worry, you are in more than capable hands”

All you could do was nod.

Lyla wasted no time, jumping into a more detailed skincare routine than you’ve ever even seen on social media. Different liquids and creams are patted into your skin. “Goodness girl,” she tilts your head up to begin applying something under your eyes, taping as gently as possible, “do you even sleep? Have you ever slept?”

You attempt to avert your gaze from her eyes as she holds your face in her hands. A wave of deep embarrassment washed, “heh not really” You were sure your exhaustion was a bit noticeable, but you didn’t think it was that bad.

Lyla gently pulls your chin down, making you look her in the eyes, “Don’t worry about that anymore. We are going to get you all figured out. We are going to take care of you. Okay?”

“Okay” your response barely above a whisper, it took all your will power to not burst into tears. You couldn’t even remember the last time someone offered to take care of you. Any year of no one there to comfort you. No one to take care of you. No one to make sure you were eating and sleeping. No one to take your temperature when you are sick, or give you medicine, or even make you soup. It was just you by yourself.

“Now,” Lyla begins before turning your chair to look your appearance in the mirror, “Time to makeup this face.”

The makeup process was surprisingly relaxing. The bushes glide across your face, lulling you towards sleep. Only when Lyla would take steps back and forth, admiring her work would you even wake up slightly. You didn’t even know how long you had been sitting there; time lost to you dozing in and out. Unaware that she even finished until, she starts taking numerous pictures of you, beaming at you as your mother used to getting you ready for your first day of school, praising you and her own work.

“So cute, you look just like a doll!” Lyla squeals in excitement, finally taking a step back from bombarding you with pictures to scroll through them. “It wasn’t even hard, such an easy canvas. Already so pretty. Just had to extenuate a few things! Ohhh.” Another squeal comes from her as you shake your head at her antics. While she types away on her phone, doing who knows what with your pictures, you turn your chair towards the mirror. A gasp of surprise escapes you, astounded at what you see in the mirror.

The bags and puffiness under your eyes were gone. Your skin no longer looked dull and lifeless. Lips were lined perfectly, making them stand out from your face but only slightly. It was such natural application that if you didn’t know how you looked before, you would have thought you weren’t even wearing makeup. The sight before you was of someone who looked like you but didn’t; it almost didn’t make sense. If anything, your reflection matched your mothers. People always said that you were the spitting image of her, especially your stepmother, but you couldn’t see it until right now. For the second time today, you willed yourself not to cry.

“Oh, I am so great. Aren’t I?” Lyla brags, quickly glancing up at your astonishment and then back to her phone typing away. You don’t respond immediately, standing up stunned by your reflection and realization. The sound of Lyla tapping away on her phone and snickering, not even registering to you while unknowingly your picture is being discussed on her phone.

The Family

Take a good look at my masterpiece (Photo) (Photo) (Photo) And you guys aren’t even going to believe how great she looks in the dress. Can someone say body?!?! Peter Parker (the dad): boss is going to freak when he sees her Baby Miles Morales: she does look rlly pretty Right? We are going to that one breakfast spot, to see her mom, and then to the office. Check out the dress (Photo) Hobie aka The Clash: oi, he’s gonna flip his lid, you know how he is. Gwenny Stacey: You’re really pushing your luck here. Did you forget that there’s a board meeting today? Exactly, it’s going to be hilarious. And plus, everyone needs to meet his wife eventually. Hobie aka The Clash: I need to be there for that, let me know when ya get there Baby Miles Morales: Leave me and myself out of it, I don’t want any parts. Gwenny Stacey: Do we wanna bet on how long it takes him to kick her out? Peter Parker (The Dad): my bets for when he sees her there Hobie aka The Clash: Eyyy, I think he’ll try to hold it. It’ll be longer if Ben doesn’t make an appearance Gwenny Stacey: Now THAT would be a disaster Fingers crossed, you know I live for stressing him out Peter Parker (The Dad): you’re gonna get us shot one of these days  

Lyla giggles before tucking the phone in her pocket, glancing up to see you still looking at your reflection. You notice her attention on you, causing you to turn around with a bright look in your eyes and a gentle smile on your face.

“Thank you, Lyla. I’ve never felt prettier”

Another squeal comes from her right as she quickly snapped pictures of your smiling face, “Oh, mistress, you are just the cutest. Please let's go to breakfast before I cannot help myself. I’m getting cuteness aggression!” She turns out of the bathroom; you follow behind her before taking a quick look at your full appearance before leaving.

Now that it was daytime, you could finally get a good view of the layout of the house. It was much more lived in than you originally thought. You look around expecting for the house to be barely decorated but you notice several pictures adorning the walls. One catches your eye; it was a family portrait. Stepping closer to the picture, it was a picture of the O’Hara men. Well, men and boys. The photo carried no warmth like a family photo should.

“Some family photo huh? -”

You jump at the words, not realizing how focused you were on the photo to notice Lyla walking up behind you. She continues while you catch your breath from the surprise.

“- I know you’ve met the fossil,” She points at Miguels grandfather, “And of course the bossman himself,” gesturing to the one that was obviously Miguel, even as a child he had such a sharp gaze, “His younger brother, Gabe.” The other boy in the photo, his face much softer, childlike, “And George.”

“His father?” your question making her tense.

“…. yeah” She exhales, “bastard of a man. It’s sure hot where he is” scoffing before turning to you with a forced smile, pushing her glasses up attempting to center herself.

“Good riddance to him, but that’s not something we should really get into. Let’s go.”

You just nod, not even knowing what to say in that moment. Lyla goes back to leading the way, your curiosity about the rest of the house is lost as you can’t get Miguel’s face out of your head. He looked so sad, he was just a boy, a child. And with what Lyla alluded to, what did he go through as a child? Was it anything like yours? On top of that, there was something about his face that looked so familiar, you just couldn’t pinpoint it.

When the two of you arrived outside, a car was already waiting. Before getting in Lyla asks if you had anything that you wanted to eat, any favorite places, any allergies.

“Uhm, no and no allergies but I do have a question,” You start, pausing, nervously playing with your ring again, “So, is this like one of the guest homes or something, the pictures seem too personal for it to be a rental.”

Laughter burst out of Lyla, “Oh sweetie no, Miguel would never. This is the main house of course.”

The main house? Miguel would never? You couldn’t even begin to ask exactly what she meant before the back door to the car opened, ushering you in. Lyla sat in front alongside the driver while you were alone with now just your own thoughts. It hadn’t even been a full 24 hours of being an O’Hara and all your expectations on how things were going to go were thrown out the window. What exactly did your father get you into?

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Dying mother. Neglectful father. Evil step-family. Will you be able to change the path that was chosen for you? Or will you end exactly where everyone else wants you? And now that you're the wife of THE Miguel O'Hara, will he be your savior or your new captor?

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Arranged - The Wedding - Safety - The Morning After

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Chapter 5: A Date

It was your first date with Joelle, all should go well, right??

Slight Angst. SLOW Burn. Minors DNI!

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You were ready. Yeah, you were. There was no way that you were nervous either. Oh, absolutely not. You were only sweating because it was hot. And your hands weren’t actually clammy; it was the new moisturizer you were using. You were fine, just fine. He was just a boy, well a man, a really nice man, a nice man that made you laugh. He was also a nice man that smelled really great and liked your art and had such a charming smile. It wasn’t like your brain was scrolling through the list of all his great attributes compared to all of your own flaws. Nope, nope, you weren’t nervous at all, and it was fine, you were fine, everything was fine. “Do you need a Lexapro or something,” Cats voice comes from the speaker of your phone, head snapping down to her concerned yet amused face on the facetime, “You out here sweating like me in church. Calm the hell down. Actin’ like you ain’t never been on a date before.” You dropped the toothbrush you use for your baby hair on the counter in front of you, shaking out your hands, giving your fingers a few stretches. The exhale you released at least took some tension out of your shoulders but not much. It felt strange feeling so anxious about this. It wasn’t that you weren’t confident in yourself, well not really. You knew you were good-looking and had a decent enough personality. But there was something that just keeps sticking in your mind. “Well, the last man I dated was a complete douchebag who cheated on me and then expected me to just be okay with it and get over it. On top of that was mutant prejudice, which didn’t make sense because why date me then? And then the last man I had any type of intimacy with was basically a stranger at the time and had to consol me from a nightmare after being white girl wasted. Basically, just a complete and utter embarrassment to myself. And now this very fine grown ass man has asked me out and all I’ve done for the last couple of months is make a complete fool out of myself. And truly can I even trust my own judgement at this point. What if he’s secretly really shitting and I just look past any red flags?” You spewed that out all in one breath, breathing heavily after you were done. It did feel a bit better to get it all out and say what was weighing on you. “Bitch, be serious.” Cat disapproving words smacking you in the face, “First of all, he literally met you at the top of your game, bought you a painting, and is showing genuine interest in you that isn’t about sex. Your ex is stalking you; you should get Wade to do something about that by the way and is a loser and is ugly. And that sexy neighbor absolutely has a crush on you, plus, if that situation was so bad do you think he would have still came over your house at all. I don’t think so! You are a bad bitch and will always be a bad bitch. Just keep being the bad bitch that you are. Put on some Megan Thee Stallion and take a shot.” You gently exhale out a laugh, “You’re right, I just need to get out of my head. I am a bad bitch” “Da baddest bitch!” “DA BADDEST!” you repeat, letting out a genuine laugh at the encouragement. “Ass like Trina! Face like Mya!” “You’re right, you’re right. I know, I know.” You finally pick your phone up, showing off your final decided look “I’m that girl, forever will be that girl” “Speaking of girl, I also have a date of some sort. So as much as I would love to continue holding your hand through this, my fingers are needed elsewhere.” Cat says smugly, wiggling her fingers at the camera. “Oh, get on you freak” You laugh as she blows you a kiss before hanging up. You knew she was right; she always is. It was silly times like these that make you truly cherish Cat as a friend, even if it’s outlandish she always knows what to say to get you in the right headspace.

Checking the time; it was almost time to meet up with him at the restraint. As a woman, even a capable strong mutant woman, you had to put your safety first. Always take yourself on the first date with a stranger, that’s just the rules. Even though you’ve met him and he has your number, it doesn’t make him any less of a stranger. He did try to be a gentleman and pick you up but when you politely declined, he didn’t even seem bothered by that. He genuinely seemed like a good guy, and you were excited for the date.

Now, you wouldn’t ever call a man perfect, but he sure was close. When you arrived at the restraint, he was already standing outside waiting for you with his hands behind his back showcasing his broad chest. As soon as the taxi parked, he strides over to open the car door for you before helping you out.

“Hi.” Joelle breathes out, a charming smirk on his face, “You look beautiful.”

Oh, why would he say that? Now you’re feeling hot all over again. “Uhm thank you, you look handsome as well.” Mentally you are kicking yourself for how lame that sounded. Before you could over think even more, he pulls out a purple eyed lily from behind his back. It was an absolutely beautiful flower; one you used frequently in your paintings.

“I would have gotten you a bouquet, but I didn’t want you to have the hassle of taking it home with you.” He gently grabs your hand, placing the flower in it before bringing it up to his lips for a small kiss. It took all your strength not to drop your jaw; you couldn’t even speak. Joelle just smiles at your silence before sliding his hand onto your lower back, guiding you into the restaurant. Oh shit, you may actually fall for this man.

The date was going so well, he had you giggling all the way through the appetizer. It was all great until the waiter came out with your entrée. By accident, as he was placing your meal in front of you, he knocked over your wine. There wasn’t much left in it, thankfully, but some did get on your outfit. You excuse yourself to the bathroom to clean up. This, at least, gave you the opportunity to update Cat on how well it was going, knowing she won’t get the message until probably the wee hours of the morning. But you knew she would still be expecting to hear something.

You touched up your makeup, making sure to reapply perfume and lotion, looking good, smelling good, feeling soft. After taking a quick selfie, you make your way back to the table.  Joelle stood giving you a once over before pulling out your chair for you to sit. Despite that small setback, you didn’t even feel embarrassed about it with how kind and concerned Joelle was. Now, you were laughing along to a story he was telling about a time his art piece was vandalized.

“You know, I make art to evoke emotion, I want to put art on display to make people feel something, but I never thought someone would come and throw blood on a painting. It wasn’t even made of real fur, so I have no clue why PETA even protested to begin with.”  His deep chuckle brings warmth to your face.

“I think they have the right idea but usually bad execution.” Laugher blooming from your chest as you begin on your entrée, a perfectly cooked steak. But as you cut into it, you applied just a bit too much lotion causing the knife to slip, slicing across your other hand.

You drop your utensils on the plate, cursing, everyone’s eyes are drawn to your table. Before you can even react, Joelle is already reaching over with a napkin pressing down on your wound. In that moment, panic sets in. You didn’t tell him you were a mutant, and this is not the way you wanted him to find out.

“You don’t have to do that, I’m fine. I’m fine,” eyes wide, over explain how it was no big deal but that doesn’t stop him from coming to the side of your table. He didn’t even let go of your hand while he made his way to you. Why? Why did he have to be such a gentleman?

All you could think was ‘No’ repeatedly, but you froze, you couldn’t move, and you couldn’t stop him. He looked into your frightened eyes, reassuring you that it was all right. Before he even finished wiping off the blood, you already knew your hand. As he goes to inspect the possible damage on your hand, confusion starts appearing on his face as if it were happening in slow motion. Everything in you was telling you to run, to make like a bat out of hell.

“Oh,” He lets go of your hand, taking a step back. As he looks up from your hand to your face, the fear was obvious in your eyes, tears start burning them slightly, “You’re a mu---”

Your body moves on instinct, not allowing him to finish his sentence bolting out of the restaurant.  You moved so fast that you didn’t even know if he was following or calling out after you, you were gone. As you speed walk, almost running down the street, you curse yourself for being careless, you curse yourself for not driving and taking a taxi instead. The last thing you want is to draw attention to yourself or for him to catch up with you.  Blurry tear-filled eyes as you pull out your phone calling Cat. She doesn’t answer, making you curse. You knew she was probably face first in some girl right now, she had not even responded to your earlier message. The only good thing was that you were familiar with this area, weaving through people and ducking off into an alley that if you didn’t know where you were going you would be lost.

 Wade is your second choice, dialing his number feeling like someone was following you, you speed up your pace. He answers almost immediately. Thanking the universe for that at the very least.

“Hey Wade,” you say, your breathing heavy from being out of breath. You were about to ask if he could come get you until your heard Vanessa’s voice in the back and you stopped yourself, “oh you’re with Vanessa never mind, it’s fine.”

Before you can hang up, he stops you, “Now hold on, tell Daddy what’s wrong.”

“Nothing. I’m fine Wade, the date just sucked.” Voice wavers as you speak, he can tell that there is something wrong, but with how stubborn and independent you are, if he pushed it, you would just hang up. You can hear Vanessa's voice in the back again asking Wade questions, you cannot make out what either of them is saying. Vanessa's voice hits your ear right before you go to hang up.

“We are having Logan come get you,” She starts and before you can even speak, she cuts you off, “And I know you can take care of yourself. I know you’re a bad ass mutant. And I know all the important things. But I also know you and it would make me happy if you would let Logan pick you up.”

You sigh, resigning to your fate, she wouldn’t let it go and would make Wade get you instead which would ruin his time with Vanessa, and you didn’t want that. “Yeah fine,” You sigh again taking in your surroundings, you see a familiar diner near you, “You can have him come get me from James.”

“The diner?” She asks and you repeat it back to her as confirmation. With that confirmation, you hang up the phone and head into the diner. You didn’t even realize that you were still crying until the regular waitress sets down a cup of coffee and a few napkins.

“Might wanna clean yourself up, sweetie.” She suggests. You grab the napkin holder using it as a makeshift mirror to clean your makeup smeared face. “And here,’ she says before taking a flask out of her apron, unscrewing it and pouring a chestnut brown liquid in your coffee cup.

You give her a small smile as you pick up the cup, “Thank you,” you take a huge swig, the bitter taste of the black coffee and the strong dark liquor making your face scrunch up.

“There we go,” She chuckles at your discomfort, “Now let me get you some pie and I ain’t taking no for an answer”

You sigh, thanking her again as you sip on your spiked coffee. As you look down at your coffee, every time the door chimes you look up hoping that it is Logan and hoping it isn’t Joelle. Finally, your pie arrived with a scoop of ice cream topped with whipped cream. The sweet confection lifting your spirit. As your having your moment with your pie, the door sounds just as you stuff a huge bite in your mouth, and luckily or unluckily it is Logan. The two of you lock your eyes as you close your mouth around the spoon.

“They sent me to get you,” He groans sliding into the booth across from you.

You quickly try to chew and swallow, wiping your mouth with a nearby napkin, not realizing it had whipped cream on it getting all over your nose, “Yeah, sorry, they wouldn’t really let me say no. But thanks really”

Logan sighs, grabbing another napkin, and wiping off the cream from your nose, your eyes going wide as you quickly pull back. You quickly wipe your arm across your face like a child. You knew you looked like a mess; sure, you still looked sweaty, roots were reverting, and makeup was smudged and runny surely looking like shit. Your eyes dart down to your desert, tense putting your spoon down getting ready to leave.

“Go ahead and finish, then we can go.” His voice deep and husky, you look up at him as he settles himself into the booth, crossing his arms before gesturing for you to continue eating. Relaxing, you nod looking back down at your desert, picking your spoon back up with a small smile. Now sitting here, eating pie, everything felt so silly to you, stupid even. You ran off from a date like some child because you were too afraid of what Joelle thought once he found out that you were a mutant. It was strange, even though you were just getting to know Joelle it felt like you had to put a performance on for him, you felt you could only show someone like him your good sides. The thought made you look up at Logan, every time you were with him, it felt easy. It wasn’t the fact that the two of you were both mutants, it was as if from the moment he met you, he understood you and his eyes never cast any judgement on you. They were always soft, kind even, there was just something about the way he looked at you. It was…...nice. As you’re lost in your thoughts staring at Logan, he seems to notice while a small scowl crossing his face.

“What kid??” He asks in his usually grumpy tone.

You scoff, “Nothing,” spoon still in your mouth as you mumble, “Not a kid.” Your cheeks puffing out a bit as they’re inflated with air. Cute. That’s what Logan thought, you were cute even though you looked like an absolute mess, even though you were pouting like a child, you were still so cute, beautiful even. The thought made Logan’s scowl deepen, these were not the kind of thoughts he enjoyed having especially not about you. He tried hard not to watch you finish that pie. The cute way your nose crinkled up with every bite like it was the best thing you have ever eaten. Ugh, you were doing something to him, and he hated that.

“Alright you’re done, let’s go.” He stands up from the booth, placing some bills on the table as he takes off his jacket, handing it to you. You huffed, shoving the jacket back to him.

“Don’t need it.” You claim as you follow him outside, he groans in response turning to you before manhandling you into the jacket. Surprisingly, you don’t put up much of a fight as he thought you would have. Even so, he zipped up jacket aggressively turning away to walk towards a motorcycle that was on the curb. Okay, well now it makes sense as to why he wanted you to wear the jacket, you were also kind of cold. Following behind him, as he grabs the helmet from the handlebar turning back to you placing it on your head and securing it properly. He taps the top of the helmet once it is secure, smirking at you while you scowl. Logan doesn’t even wait to hear your complaints before swinging his leg over the bike and turning it on, he points a thumb behind him gesturing for you to get on the back. With the roll of your eyes, that cannot be seen behind the darkened visor, but Logan feels it, as you settle behind him placing your hands gingerly on his waist.

He looked back at you before pulling off, “You should probably hold on.” That’s all the warning you got before he took off. You shoot back, forcing you to completely wrap your arms around his waist, gripping on tightly. After you regulated yourself, you stabbed one of your nails between Logans ribs, that surprisingly got a chuckle out of him, you could feel it reverberating through his back onto your face. His back was warmer than you expected, comforting, unconsciously you snuggled closer into him. The feeling of his breathing and the hum from the bike relaxing you. It was a nice ride back home, the earlier problems of the night melting away from your thoughts as you savored his warmth. The ride ended too quickly for your liking; you try to give him back his helmet and jacket, but he just ignores it.

“Thanks again for coming to get me” slightly awkwardly, shifting your feet gripping the jacket closer to your chest. His scent was still strong on it, wafting up to your nose as you held it close. He just grunts in acknowledgement as he properly parks his bike before turning back toward you, eyes piercing. You knew he wasn’t much of a talker anyway, that didn’t stop you from wanting him to say something. Anything.

“Alright, thanks again. I guess I’ll see you later. Yeah?” You asked almost hopefully. What you were hoping for you didn’t particularly know.

“Yeah, later.” His voice low and husky, pulling out a cigar from somewhere. “Night kid.”

You puffed out your cheeks in annoyance again, “not a kid.”

The exhaustion in your bones makes you decide to take the rickety elevator instead of the stairs because you literally couldn’t even be bothered with that tonight. Luckily, you got safely to your floor, you couldn’t wait to take your heels off. As you walk down the hall towards your apartment you see a familiar silhouette by your door. Confusion sweeps over your face as the person turns to you, worry written all over theirs.

“Joelle, what are you doing here?”

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Revenge Is My New Last Name

Miguel O'Hara x F!reader CEO/Mafia Boss Au

Chapter 1: Arranged

Summary: You were about to graduate from med school soon. It was time to find your placement for residency before graduation. It felt like things were finally looking up, but life has never been that easy for you, has it?

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This was not how you envisioned your post-graduate life to be like; you were supposed to be experiencing residency on your way to becoming a biomarker development specialist. You would do this for your mother; you would do anything for your mother. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you grip the bouquet, stealing your nerves to walk down the aisle to greet your new husband. The man you have never met, never seen, who you were arranged to save, the one person who loved you.

TWO WEEKS EARLIER

There was nothing that could stop the rush of excitement that you felt as you got ready to receive your placement for the fellowship. You had just picked up the letter that would say which hospital you would be in and under what program. Ever since your mother’s cancer diagnosis when you were young, all you wanted to do was become a biomarker development specialist. She had a rare cancer that scientists have yet to find the source of or any type of working treatments. It was a surprise she had even lived that long; you couldn’t be more grateful. But if no one could find help for her, you were going to be the help she needed.

As you arrive at the hospital, greeting the nurses at the nurses’ station they stop you for a moment. You had become close to the nurses that worked on the floor your mother was on, with all the visits, the countless overstays of visiting hours when you would fall asleep studying next to your mother. There’s a connection that just forms when you spend that much time in the same area with the same people.

There was an unusual, sad look in the head nurse’s eyes as she greeted you, “Hey, sweetheart, it’s the big day, isn’t it?” She asked, and you excitedly waved the closed envelope at her.

“Yes! I was waiting to open it with Mom. She’s awake, right?” You ask, your spirits at an all-time high as you practically skip over towards her. “No, but….” She starts, a tilt in your head as you get a small wave of dread washing over you, fearing for the worst, “Your father is here…..” another beat of silence before she continues, “with them. Her condition hasn’t changed, though; she’s still okay.+ -”

“Oh.” Your face immediately drops.

Them. The them being your stepmother and stepsister. The them that your father brought into your life, not even a month after your mother’s first hospitalization. So much for through sickness and health. But your father was the one paying for everything while you went through school, and even though your stepfamily treated you like they hated your existence for no reason that you could understand, you knew you still had to be polite to them for the sake of your mother. Why were they here? They never came to the hospital unless they needed something from you. You were more of a servant to them than a daughter or sister. Between doing almost all the housework for them at a place you didn’t even, assisting your stepsister with her assignments (doing them for her), or doing any other tasks the two of them told you to do, you were at their beck and call. You take a deep breath, attempting to fix a smile back on your face.

“I’m glad she’s still doing okay. I guess I should see why they are here, then.” Your voice cracking a little, fighting back the heavy emotions that just fell upon you, knowing your big day was about to be completely ruined, but you didn’t know how ruined. She nods, giving you a small, sad smile. Before you could even enter the room, you could hear your stepmother and stepsister complaining about being in the space.

“Ugh, it smells like death in here.” Elaine, your stepsister, whines a little stomp of her feet. You would never guess that the two of you were the same age by the way she acts.

“Baby, I know, but we must be here for your father. Your sister must do something for this family, and you know she won’t deny us in front of her mother. Reese, your stepmother, consoles Elaine as you hear your father sighing at the scene before him. The blood in your veins felt as if it was heating up at their words. All you ever do is things for the family, besides the time you spend with your mother or at school, your whole life centered around catering to them. With shaky hands, you quell your anger and open the door. “Oh hey,” You feign surprise at their appearance, your jaw starting to tighten as you see the smug look on your stepsister's face. Whatever was about to be forced upon you was surely going to be something you should never agree to. “What are you guys doing here?”

Your question hangs in the air as you go to the other side of the room, pulling back the curtain to check on your mother before placing your bag down. As you replace the curtain to its original position, you turn to see your father standing closely behind you.

“Baby girl,” Your father starts before taking your hands in his. Your stepsister scoffs at the action, “You know it’s expensive keeping your mother here and then having to pay for you to go through medical school.”

You clench your teeth; your grandfather left a huge inheritance to your mother when he passed, which should have been able to take care of the two of you until you became an established doctor. However, your father spent most of it on his new wife, saying that’s what your mother would have wanted since she is hospitalized. Your mother, being the kindhearted woman she was, told you not to even worry about that, if he was putting you through school, the money didn’t matter. But now, it seems that the money did matter.

“Yes, Father, I know.” Your tone is trying to stay as level as possible because what more could he ask you for? You had no money to give him, and if the two leeches behind him didn’t spend money as if it truly did grow on trees, there shouldn’t be any financial issues.

“Well you see, the business is doing good but it could be doing better,” His palms sweaty as the hold yours, your eyes dart to your step family behind him, the glint in their eyes and the smug expressions they are wearing caused you to hold your breath as he continued, “There’s a business deal that would fix all of our problems and would allow for your mother to have the best care possible.”

“Okay.” You nod, confused as to where this all is going. Your father’s words falter as your stepmother comes forward, putting a hand on his shoulder in comfort.

“Alchemax agreed to a partnership with us on one condition,” His words making you even more confused because what would a business deal have to do with him? “The condition being an arranged marriage between our families, the O’Hara’s and ours.”

You snatch your hand out of his, taking a step back, preparing to argue about this decision as you look between all the people in the room. Your mind is going a mile a minute. You know about the O’Hara’s, everyone did, the father had just passed, so they would need a new head of the company. Everyone assumed it would be the youngest, Gabriel, who had always been seen in high regard by the company and their family.

“Which son?” You ask even though you know the answer to the question already. Your father grows quiet as Reese rolls her eyes next to him in annoyance.

“Father, which son?” You ask again, a strong tone to your voice, he just looks away from you, ashamed. You ask once more, “Daddy, which son do they want to arrange?”

At that, your father looks up at you as if he remembered that you were his daughter, he remembered who you were to him. His hand reaches out for you as he opens his mouth to speak, seemingly to take back the words he just said, but Reese squeezes his shoulder. Your father’s hands retract, and he gives his head a quick shake.

“The eldest,” He began before a quick exhale, finally looking back up to meet your gaze, “Miguel.”

Miguel. Miguel O’Hara. The eldest son, who had recently come from abroad for his father’s passing. The man who left because he allegedly had ties to the mafia. The man was an outcast in his family. The man everyone called violent, dangerous, and unruly. No one had seen or heard of him for three years after his parents sent him away. This was the man your father wanted you to marry. A man who was more than a ghost than anything.

“What? Why? Why me? Why him?” You spit out these questions in rapid succession, your heart beating in your ears, the only thing you could hear besides your mother’s monitors beeping.

“Well, he is set to take over the company and believe that having a wife would fix that image,” Your father begins before he is cut off by his wife.

“And of course we thought about Elaine at first, but you know how frail your sister is, and she just started back in school for Fashion Design,” Reese starts as she takes a step in front of your father, “And you with all your academic achievements and you just graduated med school. We all know how much of a strong woman you are, and just on paper, it’s better for the image, you see.”

It feels like you are about to have a panic attack, but you still can’t help the scoff that comes out of your mouth. Especially about Elaine, she had been through six different majors over your years in undergrad and medical school, but now she wants to be a fashion designer, yeah right. The girl could barely draw a stick figure and had the fashion sense of a color-blind toddler.

Reese could see the hesitation in your eyes as you look back and forth from the people in front of you, and what your mother and your dreams are behind the curtain. The type of man that he seemed to be, he probably wouldn’t let you go through your residency. You would be forced to be the good housewife and give up on everything that you had worked for, but then your mother would. Your mother, whom you needed to protect and care for, is the person you did all that hard work for.

“You could always sell your mother's house,” Reese suggests in a fake innocent tone, your head whips to her.

“Absolutely not.” A bass to your tone that they have never heard from you, she shrank back behind your father.

“I didn’t mean to offend you, it was just a suggestion.” She claims, hands up in faux innocence. Your father grabs her hands gently to soothe her.

“She was just trying to help,” he starts before looking at you, “It may be enough until you get established as a doctor.”

But there was the key word, may, and your mother had worked so hard to afford and pay off that house. She worked as a financial consultant for some big corporations while also supporting your father in getting his own business off the ground. The old cottage was the second most thing she was proud of, aside from you. There was no way that you would ever sell that place. You take a deep breath to calm yourself before turning your head to look back at the curtain that still separates you from your mother. If it were for her, you would do anything.

“Fine,” your head turns back to them with newfound resilience, “I’ll marry him.”

Your father exhales the deep breath he had seemingly been holding, waiting for your decision. he comes to hug you, something he hadn’t done in years, “Thank you, my darling daughter, this will be what’s best for everyone, especially your mother.”

You don’t even have it in you to hug him back. You just feel empty, everything that you’ve done was for nothing, the long nights, the hard work, the scholarships, your dreams were going to be gone, but your mother would be okay. After he lets you go, your stepmother comes to hug you.

She turns her head to whisper into your ear, “If you fuck this up for us, it will be your mother who pays the price.”

Your fist ball by your side as she pulls back with that fake as smile, “Thank you for doing this for the family, we love you so much.” You could see Elaine trying to hide her laughter as she still stood by the door. As your father and stepmother leave, Elaine finally comes up to you.

She looks at her fresh manicure before looking up to laugh at you, “I’m so glad that we have someone as expendable as you. You know, I heard that he had one of his girlfriends killed before? On top of being absolutely hideous. There was no way that my mom was going to make me marry someone like that. But that’s why we have little ol’ you to sell off. So, try to be a good wife, it would be a shame to have to bury you before that sickly mother of yours. See you at the wedding, sister.”

She turned on her heels, and it took all your willpower not to grab her by the hair and beat her within an inch of your life. But she was right, you were expendable, and you had to do whatever you needed to do to make sure your mother was taken care of. Right as she left, you gently pulled back the curtain to see that your mother was still peacefully asleep. At least she wasn’t awake to hear all of that. Residency news would have to wait for another day, especially since you don’t even know if you can or not. With a heavy heart, you grab your things, kissing your mother’s forehead goodbye. You don’t even have it in you to stop at the nurse’s station.

When you arrive at the cottage, you immediately shed your clothes and hop into the shower. As you grab your washcloth, you attempt to scrub the day off you. Everything in you wanted to just break down in that shower, but no, you were a strong woman, you would be able to handle this. You have handled so much for so long, this would just be another challenge added to the list. Your scrubbing lessens as you just accept your fate; you don’t even know why you thought your life would end up any different anyway. As you finish your shower, you don’t even bother doing your full routine, there is no energy left in your body.

You crawl into your bed, hoping that sleep will claim you soon. For a while, you can’t get comfortable, tossing and turning. The resolve you had in the shower was getting smaller with each minute you couldn’t sleep. Your mind plays out all the scenarios of how your new life would be, and none of them are good. A sigh escapes your lips as you give up on sleep, reaching over your bed to grab your backpack. Against your better judgment, you reach for your residency letter. With a sigh, you go ahead and open it up, the words on the page smacking you in the face, shattering your heart. Central Nueva York Hospital chose you for their cancer research laboratory fellowship.

That night, you cried to sleep clutching that paper.