#tuesday settman

[danieledomas]

Tuesday Terry Settman / What Happened to Monday

[writing-sunshine]

Aunt

Paring: Settman sisters x reader, platonic!Karen settman x reader

Warnings:

Summary: What if the Settman sisters had an aunt, and what are they like with her.

A/n: This may become a series

When Terrence Settman had his second daughter, twenty years after his first, he knew that not even the one child policy would take away this gift. His first daughter didn’t talk to him anymore, but here he had a second chance and not make the same mistakes.

However, eight years later he got a call about his daughter and grandchildren. Since (Y/n) was a second child, she had to stay inside most of her life but that would change in a few years thanks to her father and nieces.

(Y/n) was home alone, when suddenly there were seven children. She remembered that day exactly, her father introducing her to her nieces - Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. She thought the names were weird until her father explained why they were named that way, it was genius.

As the years went by, (Y/n) found herself no longer lonely. As her nieces grew, so did she and so when her father left with one of them on whichever day of the week it was, (Y/n) look after the rest. She was the only older female in their lives and they solely looked up to her for girl advice.

When (Y/n) turned 18, her father surprised her with the apartment next to theirs, she couldn’t leave the building at all, but that didn’t mean she had to be stuck sharing a small apartment with seven children. He took care of all the finances and somehow figured out a way to not make it look suspicious.

That didn’t mean she didn’t spend the majority of her time with her nieces, she just could get away whenever she wanted to. She would help whoever’s day it was to get ready in the morning, and usually stay during the day until after dinner where she went to her apartment.

(Y/n) was one of the most important people in the Settman’s lives, she was there when they got their first periods, helping them in a way their grandfather couldn’t. She was there when they had part of their finger chopped, and she was there when their personalities finally began to show. She helped them figure out themselves.

Once their grandfather had died, (Y/n) was the only ‘adult’ figure in their lives even though she was only eight years older than them. They needed each other as much as she needed them.

“Really Saturday.” (Y/n) said unimpressed by her niece throwing up in her plant pot, right outside her front door.

She ushered the tipsy woman into her apartment before someone saw them. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” (Y/n) always looked after her nieces no matter what they chose to do with their lives.

After helping Saturday change her shirt which had god knows what on, she helped her sober up a little before she needed to be back for the end of the day meeting.

“You’re a life saver, auntie.” Saturday spoke after half an hour of quiet. They both went over to the Settman apartment, (Y/n) helping Saturday a little.

Once inside, (Y/n) helped her sit in her seat before talking one for herself. The rest of the sisters weren’t surprised since this happened a lot. After the briefing about what Saturday got up to, it was 1am.

“Alright then, I’m going home. Goodnight!” (Y/n) told them and make her way out of the door hearing the multiple good nights.

Often on Sundays, she found herself at her aunt’s apartment if she wasn’t out. It was peaceful there, close enough to home that it was comfortable but quiet and there was more privacy. The woman had to get food for (Y/n) since she couldn’t work but they didn’t mind, their grandfather had discussed it all with them. How one day he would be gone and then they would have to look after (Y/n) like she had done with them, also how he left ‘money’ behind for them to spend on her food/clothing.

Sunday and Tuesday would bring ingredients for (Y/n) to bake with them. Wednesday would teach (Y/n) self defence, not like she should ever need it since they were always going to be around. Monday would be less her mature self, letting go a little since she want the oldest in the room at the time and didn’t need to set an example. Thursday just liked to talk to (Y/n), she liked that she wasn’t stuck with her 24 hours a day but could tell her anything. Friday would teach (Y/n) about technology, should she ever find herself in a situation where she needs to know some things. And finally Saturday, she liked how (Y/n) wouldn’t judge her on her decisions, a little disapproval every now and again but that’s it.

The Settman sisters probably wouldn’t be able to live as good as they do if they didn’t have (Y/n).

- This idea can be extended like what would happen if she was caught in the crossfire of the movie’s events

[writing-sunshine]

Disappear

Paring: Thursday Settman x reader

Warnings: Allusions to torture,

Summary : (Y/n) and Thursday are dating but what happens if one night she gets taken by the bureau for answers.

A/n: An alternative to this is illness

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Thursday Settman and (Y/n) (Y/L) had been together for over four years now. They met on a Thursday when the elevator got stuck, then things went from there. A few months of knowing each other Thursday confessed about being a sibling, which although it was extremely illegal, (Y/n) didn’t mind and adapted to their way of life.

That mostly meant going to the Settman sisters house after work every weekday, except on Thursday’s since that was the only day Thursday could be fully alone with (Y/n). And on weekends she would mainly run errands, but sometimes she was able to spend the whole day with Thursday.

The Settman sisters all accepted (Y/n), after months of trying. Monday was the last one to trust her but they became close friends because (Y/n) could be outside whenever she wanted. They all liked having someone on the outside that knew and could talk to during the day without accidentally revealing any secrets.

And Thursday, she was in love. Ask any of the sisters and they would say that that’s love if they’ve ever seen it. Since (Y/n) was always at the house, she had her own clothes there and a secret knock on the door so they would know that it’s her.

“Yeah well I think that pancakes are better than waffles.” Tuesday said in the background.

“They are the same thing.” Saturday argued.

(Y/n) and Thursday were lying on Thursday’s bed cuddling with the stairs open, which meant that they could hear the discussion going on downstairs.

“When will the one child policy be over.” Thursday whispered the rhetorical question because they both knew there was no right answer.

She felt like she was keeping (Y/n) locked in a cage, much like herself in this house. It had been four years living like this and as much as she loved (Y/n) she wanted her to be free and not have to hide in here.

“I don’t know but one day we will be able to live peacefully without the Bureau. But until then we will stay like this so no one is caught.” (Y/n) placed her hand on Thursday’s face so she was looking at her.

“But this isn’t fair on you. You could have anyone in the world but you choose to stay with me, trapped in a house for at least 4 days a week.”

“And I’d do it 7 days because I love you. Not even the one child policy can take us away from each other.” (Y/n) said and they kissed.

“We can’t do it here, on Thursday.” (Y/n) interrupted when the kiss was starting to turn intimate.

“Another reason why this isn’t fair.” Thursday said sadly, it was because of the one child policy that they could only be alone on a Thursday.

“Hey, we have made this work for what, over four years now. Another two or even 20 years living like this isn’t going to stop me from loving you.” (Y/n) promised.

A few hours later, it was time for (Y/n) to go home. It was very rare that she would stay over because of the Bureau. Today happened to be a Monday, “I will see you at work tomorrow Tuesday.” She said hugging the woman. (Y/n) had already said her goodbyes to everyone, except for Thursday because she was always last.

“I love you. Don’t worry about the one child policy, one day we will be together out there as  (Y/n) (L/N) and Thursday Settman.” (Y/n) said dramatically and with a final wave she was off.

The streets were already dark and there were no people, unlike how it would be in 12 hours. (Y/n) had never been scared to walk home, she trusted that the checkpoints kept people in order.

Suddenly a car stopped in front of her with guards exiting quickly to stop her from running. A woman scanned (Y/n)’s bracelet which she assumed meant she couldn’t be tracked. Oh shit. She started to panic so tried to make a run for it, but to no avail. They grabbed her and she was on her way to CAB (Child Allocation Bureau).

After practically dragging her through the hallways, they pushed her into one of the rooms, two guard held her in place and Nicolette Cayman walked in. She smiled at her own triumph.

“Tell me everything you know about Karen Settman.” She said.

“What are you talking about.” (Y/n) played innocent which earned her a cut across her face, she struggled but refused to answer or let tears fall.

“You visit her house almost daily, you must know something.” Cayman asked copying the fake innocence.

“She is an ordinary woman much like me and everyone else. There is nothing to tell you.” (Y/n) glared at her and Cayman nodded to the guards.

Hours upon hours of screaming and struggling.  (Y/n) had lost track of time a long time ago. They wanted answers or anything but she had refused to speak about Karen, and she would until they killed her. She would let them kill her if it meant keeping the Settman secret safe, if it would keep the love of her life safe.

Hours turned to days and after that she lost count of the last time she had seen daylight or anything except the same four walls and guards. The torture never stopped but she would never give in. Every bone in her body ached and she was covered in her own blood but that didn’t bother her. She was going to be strong, if not her herself then for Thursday.

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Tuesday walked into the bank and waited at the usual spot that any of her sisters would to wait for (Y/n). But the minutes past and there was no sign of her. Tuesday shrugged it off, (Y/n) could be running late or sick today.

For the first time in months, Tuesday walked home without (Y/n). But she wasn’t worried because many people have sick days. She just hoped that (Y/n) was already at the house with Thursday to take care of her or at her own home asleep. Or maybe today she decided to run errands, the possibilities were endless so she decided again not to worry.

They were at the end of the day meeting the next day, Wednesday hadn’t seen (Y/n) either. It was as if she disappeared, Wednesday had checked (Y/n)’s house in case she was sick but it was empty. Friday tried tracking her but the tracker was off.

“That’s weird.” Friday said when she couldn’t track (Y/n).

“Maybe she came to her senses.” Saturday joked to lighten the mood.

“We’ve known her for over 4 years, there is no way she would just leave with no explanation or a note at least.” Wednesday spoke and everyone agreed.

“I’ll go to her house tomorrow in case you missed anything.” Thursday said and went straight to her bed.

She wasn’t worried, she was scared but for a different reason. She was scared that maybe (Y/n) had finally decided that she couldn’t be with her because of only being able to go out together on a Thursday, while being locked up in a house with her every other day. Maybe she decided that it wasn’t worth it anymore.

But even if that happened, Thursday and everyone else knew that (Y/n) would never give them away. It didn’t matter is she didn’t love Thursday anymore or hate the Settman sisters, she would never give them away.

The morning came and Thursday got ready for work. She did the same as her sisters, she waited in the usual space but (Y/n) never showed. She contemplated whether she should not go into work and instead go straight to (Y/n)’s house but she knew that her sisters would want her to work so they didn’t look suspicious.

The day dragged for her and as soon as she could, she left. Thursday was almost speed walking to her lovers house. The door was of course locked but she knew where the hidden key was. Walking into the house was like a breath of fresh air, it smelt just like (Y/n) but with flowers and lemon.

Thursday noticed at how cold it was, no one had been here for a while. Then she continued to search the places that (Y/n) would hide a note only she would be able to find, but there was nothing. It was as if her heart felt heavy but a piece missing at the same time.

She didn’t want to believe that (Y/n) just left her. Her mind wasn’t working properly, all she could think of was the many reasons why she would leave her. It seemed like the perfect explanation. She wiped her tears and was thankful that waterproof mascara exists.

-

(Y/n) was done, time was passing and she didn’t know what month or day it was. She was surprised that she wasn’t dead yet, but they need to get information out of her and she was the only person close to Karen Settman, aka the Settman sisters but only she knew that. She hoped that someone would save her, but no one ever did.

“Please stop, let me go. I don’t know anything. Please, please.” She sobbed when the door opened and Cayman entered.

“Tell us everything you know and you will be out of here faster than you can say Settman.” Cayman smiled at the very broken and injured woman.

“She is an ordinary woman just like me and everyone else, she is Karen Settman and there’s nothing else to it.” (Y/n) said on the verge of unconsciousness.

“Well then it seems you need more persuasion.” Cayman smiled again and (Y/n) screamed and sobbed, begging for someone to help her.

-

It had been a month since (Y/n) left or disappeared. Thursday was always in a bad mood and Friday was constantly working on something. Everyone else just tried to keep the Karen Settman figure as normal as they could.

What none of them knew was that Friday had figured that something was off about the situation, so she had tried to get into the Bureau system. It was harder to get into than she thought it would be. But eventually she got in undetected.

“So ever since (Y/n) disappeared-“

“Left.” Thursday interrupted and Friday sighed.

“Well I thought it was very odd so I hacked into the Bureau system, it took a while which is why I’m tell you this now. I think I found something.” Friday said hesitantly and they all shot up.

They crowded around and watched as Friday skipped past the security cameras, each one showed a different cell or room. Then she stopped on one, it was a woman covered in blood, bruises and was almost unrecognisable.

“Is that?” Monday asked.

“One second.” Friday rewinded up to the day their friend disappeared and played it.

“Tell me everything you know about Karen Settman.” Cayman said.

“What are you talking about.” (Y/n) was cut across her face, she struggled but refused to answer.

“You visit her house almost daily, you must know something.” Cayman asked with fake innocence.

“She is an ordinary woman much like me and everyone else. There is nothing to tell you.” (Y/n) glared at her and Cayman nodded to the guards.

It was definitely (Y/n). They all watched intensely but then the screaming started and Friday shut it off immediately. They stood looking at the empty space in silence.

Thursday’s mind was tormenting her, the screams replayed over and over again. All this time she thought that (Y/n) had left her, when all along she was being tortured for information about her and her sisters. But she didn’t give them up, she was going to die for them, all of them knew that.

“We have to get her out.” Wednesday spoke first and everyone agreed.

-

(Y/n) heard the door open. This could only mean one thing, more torture and pain. She couldn’t move and was barely able to speak but would still fight with everything she had left.

“Please, no more. Please stop. I don’t know anything, please.” She sobbed but no pain came to her.

“It me, (Y/n).” Monday said softly. “Come on we have to go.”

(Y/n) opened her eyes and saw that it was in fact Monday. She let her sit her up and helped her stand. Monday put her arm around her and helped her to walk. Another person help on the other side, it was Saturday.

“Wait, how are you both outside at the same time.” (Y/n) mumbled as they walked the corridors.

“We will explain later.” Was the last thing she heard before she passed out.

She woke up to the familiar sound of the Settman sisters chatting. She could tell that by the distance that she was on Thursday’s bed. (Y/n) felt a lot better, so she sat up. There was a slight ache and lots of marks on her skin but they would fade over time.

She’s walked down the stairs, gaining everyone’s attention. They all stood up and walked over to her, Thursday almost running. (Y/n) hugged Thursday as if her life depended on it.

“We want to thank you for what you did.” Monday said.

“Anyone else would have just given us in, but you were amazing.” Wednesday said and the rest of the Settman sisters said their thank you’s to her. “Also because we were able to get into the Bureau, we were able to record what they were actually doing to siblings. The one child policy act is no more!” Sunday told her.

Thursday and (Y/n) left to go home, finally they could call it their home.

[writing-sunshine]

Coffee stains

A/n: Hi I wrote these fics on AO3 but I decided to edit them so they were less cringey, this is not copying I wrote all of these but decided to orphan my other work. It sounds suspicious but anyway, enjoy

Paring: Thursday Settman x reader

Summary: They met after spilling coffee on each other, their relationship developed from there.

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(Y/n) (L/N) lived in a world where you were only allowed one child. She had lived by that her whole life, until her mother had another baby. Her mother died after childbirth and her father didn’t want to get attached to the baby, only for it to have to be taken away one day. So he left and went onto live a different life.

(Y/n) was only 16 years old when she was left to raise her sister, illegally. She knew what would happen if anyone was to ever find out about her sister, so she told everyone that she was her daughter. That’s what went in the system and now (Y/n) would never be able to legally have children, but she did it for her sister.

She got a job part-time and was able to afford a small apartment for both of them. She raised her sister to know the truth, however. Louise who mostly is called Lou, was very smart for her age. She understood how (Y/n) was her sister and not mother, as well as the Child Allocation Act.

When Lou was nine, she went outside of the apartment for the first time. (Y/n) wanted to make sure her sister knew everything before letting her go out, she didn’t want to risk anything. Now Lou is 13 years old.

(Y/n) had focused on Lou for most of her life, she was always first then herself. So when she met Karen Settman her life changed a little. She remembered that day vividly, and that day was a Thursday.

“Come on Lou, your going to be late for school.” (Y/n) shouted to Lou who was messing around in the bathroom.

“Just let me put on some eyeliner!” She shouted through the closed door and (Y/n) rolled her eyes. Ever since Lou turned into a teenager she started wearing makeup, like most of the girls her age.

A few minutes later they were both out the door and rushing through the busy streets. (Y/n) always walked Lou to school, it became a habit because of the Bureau and she didn’t want them to take her sister.

“Goodbye and remember-“

“Our secret stays with us.” Lou rolled her eyes but sit connected their pinky fingers.

When Lou started school (Y/n) was able to get a full time job at the bank. Today she was running late, but that didn’t stop her from quickly grabbing a coffee on her way.

She pushed her way through the crowd and made it to the steps of the bank. But while rushing up them, someone else who was also rushing accidentally bumped into her. Both of their hot drinks spilled over both of them.

“I am so sorry.” The woman said and (Y/n) looked up to see Karen Settman, a very important person at the bank.

“No it was my fault, I was rushing.” (Y/n) apologised and looked a her own shirt, it was covered in coffee but so was Karen’s.“I’m already late, might as well call in sick.”

They both laughed a little at the situation. (Y/n) offered Karen to clean up at her apartment, which she accepted. They spent the majority of the day talking and getting to know one another, so much that they forgot about their coffee stained shirts.

“Here, you can wear this. Just to get home without getting weird looks.”(Y/n) gave Karen one of her shirts.

Once they had changed, they both sat down and drank some wine. A few glasses in they were more relaxed then earlier and at some point started kissing while the rest was a blur of clothes being removed and skin touching.

They were laying in (Y/n)’s bed, when she turned to look at Karen. “Well that was unexpected.” She said breathlessly and Karen smiled. “You always have to expect the unexpected with me.” She smirked.

“We met hours ago because we spilled coffee on each other and now...” (Y/n) gestured to the sheets that covered their naked figures.

They kissed again.

(Y/n) had never felt so loved in her life. She didn’t question why they only spoke to each other on Thursdays and sometimes did more than speaking, because Karen had said to expect the unexpected with her.

But after months she started to feel ignored when Karen walked past her everyday and didn’t even look at her. But every Thursday it was like she was a new person.

“Hey (Y/n).” Karen said as she walked up to her that Thursday morning.

(Y/n) refused to acknowledge Karen’s presence and walked into the empty elevator with Karen following. She looked confused because (Y/n) always said hello even on bad days. When it was only the two of them in the elevator Karen spoke. “What’s wrong.” She asked when she realised that (Y/n) was ignoring her.

“What’s wrong?” She spoke sarcastically. “You! You only talk to me on Thursdays and every other day you act as if I’m nothing but any another person. At first I was okay with it but it’s been 6 months and I can’t take it anymore.”

Karen looked down with sorrowful eyes. She loved (Y/n) but she had to keep her secret. (Y/n) had been the best thing in a long time to happen to Thursday aka Karen. She didn’t want to lose her but she also didn’t want to lose her sisters.

“Talk to me when you figure out what you want because I’m not just a hookup.” And with that the elevator doors opened, to which only she walked out of.

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Everyone had noticed Thursday’s drastic mood change ever since she got home that evening. But no one questioned it because when they did she would glare and not answer.

Thursday felt lonely, (Y/n) had made her feel like herself while out in the world. She made her feel a type of love that she hadn’t felt before and would probably never feel again without her.

But she was torn, her sisters or her lover. She was brought up and taught that family always comes first which she would never deny but what is the point of living this life if she couldn’t be with someone she loves.

And then there was the other option of telling her, but she didn’t know if (Y/n) would turn them in. Was she going to risk everything they lived for just to tell (Y/n) and have her turn them in? She didn’t know.

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It had been 3 weeks and (Y/n) hadn’t seen or spoken to Karen. It was as if Karen was avoiding her, which she understood. (Y/n) didn’t want to hookup with Karen on some Thursdays and talk as if they had known each other for years, just to be ignored every other day of the week.

What they had was love, that was true but it didn’t matter if it was only on a certain day of the week. (Y/n) started thinking about all the possibilities, what if she was just a side piece that Karen happened to fall for?

Then one Thursday, she saw Karen. But this wasn’t the same woman she used to make jokes and laugh at ridiculous stuff with, this was a heart broken one who needed her and more than just on Thursdays.

“Can we talk?” Karen asked but her voice quivered. (Y/n) nodded and they walked silently to her apartment, Lou wasn’t going to be home for a few hours yet anyway.

“You wanted to talk, so talk.” (Y/n) said as unemotionally as she could.

“Siblings, what are your thoughts on them.” Karen asked and (Y/n) immediately thought of her sister. Her eyes went wide for a second before answering.

“I don’t agree with the one child policy act, if that’s what you mean.” She answered hesitantly -because of her secret- while sitting on the couch.

“Thank god.” Karen breathed shakily. “After I tell you this it might change a few things but just don’t tell anyone.” (Y/n) agreed, she didn’t know what was happening but she wouldn’t tell anyone. Karen took off her wig and wipe off her make up.

“I’m not Karen Settman, well on Thursdays I am.” She said and took of her high heals. (Y/n) sat there frozen, it was a lot to process. She had grown to love Karen Settman, and apparently this woman.

“I have six sisters and we are named by the days of the week. Our name is the only day we are allowed outside and as Karen Settman. And I’m telling you this because those three weeks were hell without you and I can’t live like that. I love you and need you.” Thursday confessed and (Y/n) was speechless.

“So your name is actually Thursday and not Karen. And you have short hair but wear a wig... honestly I’m loving the hair.” (Y/n) smiled.

“Did you not hear me tell you I illegally have sisters.” Thursday asked confused at the reaction she was getting.

“Oh I heard you, and I’m not going to tell anyone don’t worry.” She stood up from the couch and wrapped her arms behind Thursdays neck. “Because I have a secret of my own. Lou isn’t my daughter, she is my sister.”

Thursday was surprised for a minute. She hadn’t met Lou yet but had heard a lot about her from (Y/n). At least she knew her secret was safe.

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A couple of weeks later Thursday finally got to meet Lou. (Y/n) had told Lou most of what Thursday had told her, knowing that she would keep it a secret anyway and the two got on well. Though Lou had a talk with Thursday when (Y/n) was out of ear shot.

“Listen, you maybe be older and taller than me but if you dare break my sisters heart just know that one day I’ll know where you live.” Lou threatened and looked generally scary.

“You have nothing to worry about, I love (Y/n)  with all of my heart and I’d never want to break hers.” Thursday promised.

The next week, after they both finished work, Thursday took (Y/n) to her and her sisters home.

“They might freak out a little but it’s going to be fine.” Thursday said as they entered the elevator. She was very nervous meeting her girlfriends siblings for the first time.

Thursday squeezed (Y/n)‘s hand as they entered. She took her wig off almost immediately as the door closed and entered the dinning area where everyone was already at the table ready for the end of the day meeting. They all went silent when they saw (Y/n) and Monday, Wednesday and Sunday stood up.

“Everyone this is (Y/n) (L/N).” Thursday introduced her and she waved at the six identical sisters.

“What the actual fuck Thursday!” Wednesday shouted. Thursday glared at her for raising her voice.

Then questions came from all of them at once. Thursday shushed them so she could answer.

“You just bring random person here, why? We haven’t lived like this just for her to turn us in.” Monday said angrily.

“She isn’t a random person.” Thursday defended her.

“I’m not going to tell anyone anything, I promise. And anyway it would be very hypocritical of me since I have a sister.” (Y/n) spoke.

“Sister, Huh?” Saturday asked.

“My mother died after Lou was born and my father didn’t want to illegally have two daughters so left. I was 16 but raised Lou as if she was my daughter for obvious reasons. She knows everything and is very smart.” (Y/n) told them.

“What is this.” Tuesday asked referring to Thursday and (Y/n).

“It’s a relationship.” Thursday said bluntly giving her a ‘are you seriously asking that question’ look.

“How long?” Monday asked.

“7 or 8 months.” (Y/n) replied as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Months!” Wednesday shouted, she didn’t want to believe her sister had kept a secret that long.

“Yes months but it took me just over 6 months to tell her about having six sisters and actually be named Thursday and not Karen.” Thursday told them.

It took a while for the sisters to get used to (Y/n) since it had always been just them and years ago their grandfather. But once they did, (Y/n) was there most days after work except on a Thursday because that day was the only day Thursday could leave the house and be alone with her.