#after he broke into a girl’s bedroom to watch her in her sleep cause he was in love with her

[natailiatulls07]

could i request some charles x sister!reader maybe where she’s a teen and hasn’t seen him for ages since he’s been racing? i love your work !!

Charles Leclerc x Leclerc sister!reader

Summary - Charles is always away racing and he wants to make it up to his little sister

Warning -

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- Growing up Charles was almost always away at karting championships

- So he missed alot of Y/n's childhood

- But whenever he was home in Monaco, he would try his best to be a big brother to her

- He knew how much Y/n hated when left cause she knew she wouldn't see her favourite brother for a few days

- That only made his return all the more special

- Naturally when he joined F three, two and one, he was travelling to multiple countries throughout the year

- This meant leaving his little sister alot more

- He'd get texts from their mother about Y/n

- 'She came home from school asking for you today'

- 'She really does miss you'

- 'We watched your race today, Y/n was so happy when you won. Well done'

- Charles swears up and down that his little sister is his number one fan ever

- And he believes no one will ever take her place as number one fan

- A straight month of race had just finished and it wasn't the best for Ferrari

- So he knew just like anyone else on the team, Y/n wouldn't be all that happy

- There was just under two weeks until the neck race

- And Charles had a surprise up his sleeve

- When Y/n called him the other day, he said a little lie

- 'So are you coming back home before the next race?' She'd ask

- 'I'm sorry cheri but the team want me to get to the factory...'

- After that phone call, Charles was straight on a plane to Nice

- It was around half four in the morning when he arrived back at the family house

- Of course Pascale and Y/n were asleep but Pascale had made up the spare room for him

- The next morning he knew that Y/n didn't have any school so she'd be having a lie in

- Giving Charles the perfect opportunity

- The opportunity to go and wake her up

- Softly opening the door to her bedroom, it was bright because of the warm sun peaking through the cotton curtains

- And there she was his little sister

- He could see her slow but gentle breathing through the rhythm of the duvet

- Charles made his way from the door and to sit down beside the sleeping girl

- Brushing away a stray hair that fell over her eyes as she stirred slightly

- 'Cheri...' The driver whispered 'Wake up cheri...'

- Y/n's eyes fluttered open, taking a few moments to adjust to the brightness of the room

- And then her eyes landed on him and a huge smile spread across her face

- 'Charlie?' Her voice broke through the silence before she lunged up to him

- Crashing into hug, he felt tears on his shoulders

- 'I missed you...so much' Y/n's voice came out muffled

- 'I missed you too cheri...' Oh how he missed her 'Surprise!'

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Bucky taking care in on of the sweetest ways you can imagine after you and your boyfriend broke up.

Bucky taking care of us after a break up? Yes please🥹🩵

Here For You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky takes care of his girl best friend (the reader) in the sweetest way possible after her boyfriend breaks up with her.

Warnings: Fluff, language, crying, hugs and kisses, cuddling, pet names (doll)

Y/BF/N stands for your boyfriend’s name. Y/EX/N stands for your ex’s name.

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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You heard knocks at the door and your phone blowing up with calls and texts, but you didn’t bother to answer either of them. You just laid on your bed, crying your eyes out.

“Y/N, it’s Bucky! You home?” You heard his voice.

You didn’t say anything back. Bucky sighed and unlocked the door with the spare key that you gave him. Bucky walked inside of your apartment, closing the door behind him. He took his jacket off and threw it on the couch as he looked around for you. He frowned when he couldn’t find you. That’s when he heard sniffling coming from your bedroom. Bucky went to your bedroom and slowly opened the door to see you crying on your bed. Bucky immediately went to your side. He laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asks with concern in his voice.

“He-” You got too choked up to talk.

“He who? Y/BF/N?” He asks.

“Ex boyfriend.” Was all you said.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean ex boyfriend? Did he cheat on you? So help me, I’ll-” You shook your head no.

“No he didn’t cheat on me. He umm… called me earlier and told me that he doesn’t want me anymore cause he found someone prettier than me.” You explained.

“That’s a shitty thing to do to a pretty girl like you.” He says.

“Thanks, but you’re just saying that.” You say, playing with the fingers on his metal hand.

“I mean it. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met in my whole entire life.” He says.

You could tell that he means it by the tone of his voice.

“Thank you, Bucky. That means a lot.” You say.

“You’re my best friend. I’ll do anything to protect you.” Bucky says, kissing the top of your head.

Bucky wiped your tears away making you smile.

“How about you take a hot shower and put on something comfy and I’ll go get us something to eat and we can watch movies?” Bucky suggests.

“Can I choose the first movie?” You asked, looking up at him.

“You can choose all of them.” He smiles.

You grinned to yourself, already knowing what movie is your first choice. Bucky knew that look and just laughed it off.

“Go do what you need to do and I’ll be back in a little bit.” He says, gently pushing you towards the bathroom.

You closed the bathroom door and turned the shower on. You stripped from your clothes and go in. The hot water did make you feel a little bit better. You cleaned yourself up while enjoying the hot water against your skin. When you were done, you turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around your body. You went to your bedroom and looked through your dresser, grabbed a pair of panties and put them on. You hummed to yourself as you looked for something comfortable to put on. You eventually found a pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt that you may have “borrowed” from Bucky. You towel dried your hair and brushed it out, putting it into a messy bun.

“Y/N! I’m back!” Bucky’s voice echoed through your apartment.

You walked out of your bedroom too see a couple paper bags from your favorite restaurant.

“Is that my shirt?” Bucky asks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You giggled.

“Keep it. It looks better on you.” He says with a smile.

You and Bucky went to the living room and got comfortable.

“Let me guess, is it a Disney movie?” He asks.

“Yes!” You smiled.

Bucky playfully rolled his eyes. You pressed play and putting a blanket over yours and Bucky’s laps.

“Bucky?” You say.

“Yes doll?” Bucky says, turning his head to look at you.

“Thank you for making me feel better.” You say, kissing his stubbly cheek.

“Anytime, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you no matter what. You’re my best friend and I love you.” He says, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too, Buck.” You smiled.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[demoniofleur10]

Warnings: first night after marriage so yeah very steamy, soft sex, a little rough, softdom! Sanemi, Y/n having an abusive past (ex husband)

After the celebration, Sanemi and Y/n headed home. To his home. Now neither Sanemi needed to beg for permission from Kocho to take his girl with him, nor did Y/n need to shoo Sanemi away from her bedroom; because they were no together.

As they stepped into the house, Sanemi hesitated for a moment, seeking Y/n's silent approval. When she gave him a gentle smile, he returned it warmly before slipping his arms beneath her knees and around her back, effortlessly lifting her into his embrace. He carried her inside, their smiles reflecting the newfound closeness they shared.

He carried her to his room, all the while gazing into the girl's eyes with his lavender orbs filled with a mix of love and lust. He slided the door to his room open, with his one hand, and closed it behind him.

He gently placed her on the futon and sat beside her. He cupped her cheek and drew soft circles on her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Sanemi opened his mouth to speak but words didn't seem to draw out of his mouth. A lump was forming in his throat and the more he tried to get rid of it, the more overwhelmed he felt. His heart raced in his rib cage and he felt like he had so many things to say but nothing came to his mouth.

"I know Sanemi san--" She started, gulping down the lump forming in her own throat, "--I feel so blessed to have you, to have met you. If I hadn't found you then I wouldn't have ever found a family like the demon slayer corps; I wouldn't have known how to love and be loved in fact, I would've been dead by now..." her voice broke and she stared up at Sanemi with her moist gaze before encircling her arms around his neck and hugging him dearly.

She nuzzled her nose against the crook of his neck, sniffling silently feeling grateful to have this man in her life.

"You are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me, Sanemi san." She whispered, causing Sanemi to widen his eyes. His hands moved quickly around her waist and pulled her closer to himself.

He squeezed her waist as his eyes glossed with tears.

She was his.

Swallowing hard, he smiled to himself before pulling away from the girl only to slip his fingers under her chin, ever so softly, to make her look up at him.

"Kiss me." He demanded and she blushed over his words but cupped his cheeks with her hands tenderly, closing the gap between them by placing her a loving kiss on his lips.

The kiss was filled with an overwhelming sense of love and need. Y/n slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, while he shrugged his haori off, letting it fall from his shoulders before wrapping his strong muscular arms around her waist, pulling her closer until she was straddling his lap, their lips never parting.

His hands would occasionally roam all over her back before going back to envelop around her waist.

He pulled away when she gently pushed on his shoulder to gasp some air into her lungs while she was flushed red.

He gently placed a soft tender kiss on her cheek, his throat bobbed before his opened his mouth to speak,

"Did he ever have sex with you before that?" He carefully asked, searching in her eyes for any signs of discomfort from his question.

"No." She replied as she stole glances on his face. She would never have let that bastard of a guy touch her because she had seen him sleep with other girls to taunt her. Each time, it felt like a dagger being twisted in her heart.

"Good, he doesn't deserve this beauty, he doesn't deserve you." He whispered as he swiftly placed the girl on the futon with her back sinking into the soft quilt of the futon. She blushed at his words but her blush deepened as she watched him remove his kimono, leaving him only in his hakama pants. His muscular toned body was a scene to behold.

How beautiful and breathtaking was he.

She could feel something stir between her thighs and she needed something to lessen that burning sensation. She pressed her thighs together to stop that feeling but it only heightened.

Sanemi smirked at her writhing, shivering and needy form. His eyes lustfully watched her thighs rub together only fueling his lust for her.

He hovered her smaller frame and placed another tender kiss on her cheek.

"Can I undress you?" He whispered against her ear, his breath hot, nipping on the shell of her ear, causing the girl to inhale sharply before she nodded a yes.

He pulled away and began loosening her obi belt, half way being helped by the girl herself, before he finally pulled it off her and then the remaining of her kimono leaving her in her undies.

His eyes roamed to every inch of her, drinking in her beauty before he leaned closer to her, his presence a protective and passionate shield.

"You're so beautiful and mine." He whispered into her ear before going back to kiss her on her lips. His lips locking with hers in a feverish manner and it was becoming quite a difficult job for the girl to keep up with his pace.

His hand slowly travelled to fondle with her breast earning a muffled moan from the girl, taking this chance he shoved his tongue into the girl's mouth, exploring every inch of her. Tears stung in the corner of her eyes as she moaned and gasped against the white head's mouth who wouldn't pry away from her.

His hands squeezed her mound, occasionally pinching and twirling her hardened bud between his fingers before he pulled away from the kiss only to attack her neck to leave his marks.

His hands wandered everywhere on her body, from the softness of her inner thighs to her supple breasts and then back to her waist. He would grab her waist or her hips and squeeze them before going back to roaming his hands on the expanse of her body, caressing every part of her in equal love and lust.

"You're so beautiful, so gorgeous." He groaned as he pulled away to stare at the marks he gave her before going back into the valley of her breasts, placing tender wet kisses there before taking one of her hardened bud in his mouth. She shivered, a low breathy moan drawing out of her mouth while she squirmed underneath him and he couldn't suppress a low groan. Her taste was better than what he had always thought it would be.

"All mine." He claimed before going back to sucking the other bud, scraping his teeth over the sensitive peak, earning another whimper from the girl. She arched her back, pushing her mound more into him, to which he smirked. He released the bud with a wet pop, lifting his head to gaze at the girl whose eyes stinged with tears and her cheeks were wet.

This sent another rush of blood to his already hard throbbing dick, earning low curse from the back of his throat.

He didn't want to waste anymore time now, so he caressed the girl's waist before travelling his hand to draw circles on wet spot on her panty, eliciting a moan from the girl. She arched her back on the contact and tears slipped down from the corner of her eyes.

"P-please~" She whimpered, pulling Sanemi by his shoulders and bringing him close to her, before closing the gap between them by placing a kiss on his lips, his cock twitching to be buried inside her.

He kissed her while still running his fingers up and down her wet panty before travelling down to grab the softness of her inner thighs.

He pulled away and tugged at the band of her panty while searching for her eyes, so when she smiled gently at him and nodded her head, he smiled back before placing a soft kiss on her neck while pulling down her panty and shoving it away.

She shivered as the cold air of the room hit her heated flesh, earning a breath moan from the girl. Sanemi went down on her, kissing her inner thighs before bringing his thumb to play with her clit, earning a train of moans from her.

She arched her back as he rubbed tight circles on her pearl, eliciting chants of his name; a sweet music to his ears.

His mouth watered on the sight of her gushing cunt, but his own arousal was becoming a problem.

He slipped his hands underneath her thighs and pushed them against her chest to expose more of her to him. He inhaled a sharp breath as he stared at the girl who was now nicely sprawled out infornt of his hungry eyes.

An unknown possessiveness lit in his chest, but at the same time, his heart swelled with the thought that she was so vulnerable and pretty only for him and in front of his eyes.

He marveled at the way her teary eyes stared back at him with that deep blush painting her cheeks. It stirred something deep within him, a fierce protectiveness coupled with an overwhelming pride. Her reaction was everything he hadn't realized he wanted, a silent promise that this moment, this closeness, was meant for them alone.

"Fucking mine." He groaned yet again, earning a breathy hum and a clench from her cunt, which pleaded for attention.

He smirked before pulling down his own hakama pants and the remaining of his clothing leaving him completely bare. His cock sprung out, finally free from the restrains of his hakama pants.

He pumped his cock a few times before shuffling a bit closer to rest the length of his cock on the smooth plane of her stomach. He groaned seeing how tiny she was. His cock almost reached her sternum, the sight earning another low possessive groan from him.

"Will it fit?" She asked meekly, her cheeks flushed as she squirmed underneath him, the heaviness of his cock on her stomach making her yearn for more.

"I'll make it fit and for now I'll use just the tip, hm?" He ensured, pulling away his member before getting it to her gushing cunt. He rubbed the head of his length against her walls and over to her clit as he watched the girl shiver underneath him.

Then, He slowly pushed himself, bringing himself to slowly hunch self over her body so that he could hold her as close to himself as possible.

He murmured sweet nothings and praises upon hearing her muffled sobs as he pushed his length into her.

"Just the tip, hm?" He murmured against her neck, thrusting slowly and stopping mid way so that she adjusted to his wide girth.

"That— is t-that jus-t you-ur tip?" She tried to frame a proper sentence despite the fact that she already was so stretched out with just his tip inside.

He did say he would only enter the tip, but his length was big so much that she already filled full, her walls getting stretched so nicely.

When he was sure that she had adjusted to his length, he began moving back and forth. Their pants and moans grew louder every passing second as he himself against hers. But he soon pulled out, heavily breathing out while the girl whined at the loss.

He groaned before pushing his entire length into her, earning a moanful scream of his name. She dug her nails into his back and his bicep as she held onto him for her dear life. Tears escaped her eyes but she didn't feel any pain, in fact she felt better than before. More full and more stretched out.

This man was going to be the death of her.

"I can't--shit--let me fuck you with my entire length." He groaned, tears stinging his own eyes on the feeling of being completely inside and surrounded by the girl's warm and tight gummy walls.

He stared down at, his eyes moving from her tear stained face to her abdomen where he saw the imprint of his cock bulging through her stomach. His length was so big that he was already touching her cervix with just being completely inside her.

His eyes took in every inch of this beautiful sight, from her flushed cheeks, to her long hair which was sprawled beneath her, her chest which was heaving up and down while she gazed at him pleadingly with her shining with her teary eyes and the spot where they were connected.

She was definitely going to be the death of him.

"So fucking beautiful." He murmured more to himself while bringing his hand to caress her tear stained cheek, "and so fucking mine." He growled yet again before he began pumping in and out of her, slowly first and then picking up the pace. She dug her nails into his bicep, moaning his name as he pumped his entire shaft in and out of her gummy walls.

He hunched over again, his head coming to rest on her neck as he interwined his hand with hers, while he watched his cock disappear into her cunt and come back outside with a ring of her cum forming around his cock urging him to pound more quicker into her.

He could feel himself approaching his climax by how his girl was creaming over his cock and how she clenched around him indicating to him that she was close as well.

He pushed his weight on top of her, balancing himself with his forearm resting beside her head, while he brought his hand to cup her cheek, caressing her tears away. She immediately wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer to pull him into another love filled kiss which grew desperate when Sanemi increased his pace. He travelled his other hand down to her sensitive bud and rubbed tight circles on it, earning muffled moans from her.

She writhed and shivered, her legs quivering as she neared her climax. Her eyes screwed shut when he fastened his pace more chasing his own climax. His breathy moans grew louder as slammed his hips into hers.

"C-cumm--" Y/n couldn't even form proper words, trying to stutter out before she moaned loudly as her orgasm tore through her and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.

He thrusted deep into her pussy, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he came down, thick ropes of his cum spurting inside her cunt and painting all her walls in his name.

He pulled his cock out, watching as her juices mixed with his, dripped down her walls while she shivered from post climax.

Once he had calmed himself down from his own high, he carried the girl in his arms to the bathroom to clean her up before he gently placed her down on their futon and settled beside her.

"I love you, Sanemi san." She murmured sleepily while cuddling herself closer to him, before falling asleep right after. Sanemi smiled to himself, bringing the girl even closer to himself before covering their bodies with a blanket.

"I love you more, sweet."

[mystar-girl57]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Dealer Ellie x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Your girlfriend needs to back off - wc 1.9k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : cheating, sad Ellie, reader panicking and lashing out, mentions of violence in the past, angst, vomit, panic attack

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : ngl the intro to this chapter sucks

“Baby wait I can explain!”

Ellie's pleads fell on deaf ears as she struggled to follow you down the hallway. It was like a scene in a movie when the wife walked in and caught her husband sleeping with her best friend. They skipped the screaming to bit and gone straight to the running away part. Ellie knew that if you got to the fire escape you'd be gone for good.

"Just listen to me." Ellie grabbed hold of your wrist and jerked you back around manhandling you in the midst of her desperation. You struggled to get away but Elle’s grip was tight on your wrist, red marks from her fingerprints forming. You knew your girlfriend’s anger, you had seen it second hand. When someone would look at you wrong or say a homophobic slur towards you (or anyone for that matter) Ellie’s unbridled rage would show and it was all you could do for you to pull her back so the cops wouldn’t come.

Now you stood here in this empty hallway, no drunken crowd around Ellie and her victim to be seen. Just you and her, and this time it looked like you were on the receiving end of her fist. Ellie raised her hand to cup your face but out of fear of the moment you didn’t understand her intentions. You stamped down on her foot causing Ellie to reel away from the pain.

Once she let go, you jogged down the hall and stopped at the fire escape, one foot already out the door. You took a moment to look back at the girl, your woman, your lover. Her emerald eyes were glossy with tears. She didn’t say anything, she couldn’t find the words. Ellie knew that this is what she deserved as she watched you slip through the door and it shut with a sickening click.

The auburn haired girl’s knees felt weak and to keep herself from falling she sat down in the middle of the hallway. Her bedroom door creaked open and she twisted around to see the blonde, Seline, standing there. She wore only the pink panties she had on last night and Ellie’s oversized NASA Tee. Your t-shirt you would joke. Anytime you would stay the night or even just come over for a smoke and do homework you would wear it. Ellie loved to see you in it.

“Is everything alright?” Seline cooed, her surgery sweet voice making Ellie want to hurl. What had she done.

The next few days went by in a blur for you. The moment you got back to your dorm the door slammed behind you and did your best to contain the screams and sobs that threatened to rip from your throat. But your attempts were futile because the moment that Jesse and Dina came over to you, Jesse rubbing your back and Dina cupping your face you broke.

Ellie had tried to reach out to you through any means possible. Through text or the few social medias that she had. She even came to the dorm herself but any time she knocked either Jesse answered shooing her away or if he was gone you’d just ignore it.

You hated this. You did. You didn’t like to live in isolation. When you made it to college one of the big things you said you’d work on was trying to keep yourself from slipping into self isolation. But with avoiding Ellie through just going to classes, some online, some in person and then going straight home you started to fall into that old routine again. Thankfully Jesse started to notice and he (with the help of Dina) tried to get you back out.

“I don’t see why we’re doing this.” You huffed trudging behind the tall man. After much begging and other dramatic antics Jesse had finally convinced you to come out and get some coffee with him. You didn’t even like coffee, that’s how you and Ellie started to bond. Over your hate for the popular bitter drink. “Well we agreed that if you won’t even show up to work with me you’d at least come out and get something to eat and drink with me. Besides, Dina wants to sleep and she said its too awkward between her and Ellie for her to sleep.

That wave of sadness rippled through you. That was another thing, Dina and Ellie. Those two were close like you and Jesse and with Ellie cheating things had become tense.

Jesse stepped in front of you, pushing the class door open for you. The little little bell chimed and you stepped inside. It was a little homey hole in the wall cafe called Jitters that you had seen only in passing but never took the time to walk in. You noticed a worker coming to the window beside you and tearing off a flyer. Before he crumpled it up you saw the words “HIRING - BARISTA NEEDED.” “I guess they found their barista.” You muttered trailing Jesse to the front.

There were two workers standing behind the bar, it looked like one was coaching the other. From where you stood you could tell the one being taught was a woman, her auburn hair tied back into a bun which was pushed through the hole of her cap. Her hair had little flyaways and you knew that she wasn’t the best with her hair.

The one coaching happened to turn around and noticed you and Jesse. His tag read “Allan :)” and he quickly turned back around to the employee in training. Allan whispered something to her and she tensed up but after a few words of encouragement she nodded and turned around a smile on her face.

But when she turned your face went pale and her smile dropped, the cup on her hands falling to the floor and shattering, the hot coffee burning both her and Allan. “Ellie!” Allan hissed hopping on one foot but she was too in shock to care, she just stood there open mouthed.

That feeling of panic and unease set in as you slowly started to back away from the counter and head for the door. Ellie called your name but it only made you wince and run faster. Once you got outside you doubled over throwing up. Your breaths were short and shallow, so many thoughts and scenarios rushed through your brain. Jesse ran out after you and looked left and right to see where you went. When he found you he instantly felt guilty and pulled your hair back until your vomiting had ceased.

“I am so sorry,” Jesse whispered as you coughed up the last of the acid reflux and wiped your mouth with your sleeve. It was gross but you could wash it later. “I had no idea she would be in there.” He sighed helping you stand. You raised your hand to stop his rambling so you could speak. “It’s okay Jess.” You promised looking up at him with weak eyes. “I had no idea she’d be there either. She hates coffee, that's the last place she’d want to work.” You shook your head. “Let’s just get out of here before I get sick again.” You mumbled feeling more trying to come

It was late when you looked up from your essay. The little analogue clock sitting on your night stand showed that it was about 2:29 a.m.. Jesse and Dina had gone out around 11:00 p.m. saying there was some frat party down the street and there was talk of the house having a huge pool that they were going to use to make a ball pit or whatever drunken idea they came up with. You were invited but you thought it would be best to stay back since you needed to catch up on homework. Or that's what you had said to Dina and Jesse. In truth, all your homework was turned in to your professors by 1:00 a.m. and there was still enough time for you to get ready to go, but you knew who would be there if you showed up.

Your phone vibrated beside you and you grabbed it with a sigh. As it turned on and unlocked once it recognized your face you tried to ignore the change in background. Your wallpaper was now an image of you and Jesse at the fine dining restaurant that you worked together, glad in your black pants and white shirts, your suit vests buttoned up and your red ties fixed to perfection. The poses that you were in was the two of you pretending to be in an epic battle armed with only spatulas. That was also the place you had met Ellie at. Joel had come for a visit and the two picked the restaurant that was further from their personalities. While the two were making snide comments on how rich tasting the place was you came over ready to take their orders. Ellie was so in shock by you that come time for you to take her drink order she was too busy gawking at you that she blurted out “you.”

You smiled slightly at the memory, remembering how embarrassed she had been but by the time she and Joel walked out your number was saved to her phone with a little red heart.

But getting back to the task at hand, why you had looked at your phone you swiped the screen down to find you had a new message from Jesse.

J: You comin? They actually made the pool into a fucking ball pit!

Y: maybe some other time Jess, I got so much homework

J: You and I both know that’s a lie. You’re just avoiding her.

J: if it makes you feel better, that blonde is here

Y: why would that make me feel better.

J: Ellie isn’t though.

You read the message over and over. Ellie wasn’t there? Famous weed dealer Ellie mother fucking Williams was not at the biggest party on the street? That was such a cash grab party! You sucked on your bottom lip and leaned back looking at the ceiling. Something was going on. You had the urge to go but if that broad was there you knew hell would ensue between the two of you.

Giving your back a good pop over the back of the chair you stood up and stretched your arms over your head, a whiny yawn sounding from your throat. You slipped out of your leggings and threw on one of Ellies old band tees. The once black now sun bleached fabric fell down over your shoulders, stopping just below the curve of your hips leaving your legs exposed. Thankfully Jesse was no perv so you felt comfortable enough to sleep in just your tee-shirt and black panties.

But as you pulled the comforter back a loud knock rapped against your front door. You stood there for a few moments and it sounded again. Coming out of your room and heading to the door a smirk graced your face.

You put your hand on the knob and twisted it. “You can’t keep giving all your keys to Dina Jess.” The door swung open and it wasn’t Jesse standing there. Hearing the door’s crack, your visitor turned around.

“Hey Pretty girl.” She greeted nervously.

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[dizscreams]

Hello! I’m a new follower and I think you’re an awesome writer, and I love your stories! Could you possibly do a Sam carpenter x fem reader that takes place in scream 6 where during the attack in the apartment the reader gets badly injured (doesn’t die) or something like that and then Sam like is really protective after that? If not that’s perfectly fine!! ❤️❤️

ty lovely you’re very sweet! I hope you enjoy :)

Still Alive — Sam Carpenter ★

PAIRING: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

A/N: a new Sam fic is due babes 😌 i also loveee the middle pic sm it gives me such her vibes like hello? 🤭 ALSO I KIND OF WENT OFF TRACK IM SORRYYY

You can’t focus, your surroundings are far too overwhelming. Sam and Mindy just made it across the ladder and they’re yelling trying to rush you across, Anika is on the bed with her organs practically spilling out, and you’re trying to crawl across a ladder from extremely high up with an injured arm and an injured leg.

Tara and Chad had managed to run out of the apartment, Mindy got her arm slashed, and Anika got a brutal attack to her abdomen. You got attacked trying to protect your lovely girlfriend, Sam. It was worth it though since she didn’t get hurt at all. It would all be worth it, all you have to do is successfully make it to the other side.

“Y/n, come on!”

“You can do it, baby!”

“Hurry!”

You grunted and crawled faster, Anika’s cries from the bedroom and the encouraging yells from your friends motivated you. “Just look at me, y/n. Focus on me,” Sam said while reaching out to you. You shakily grabbed her hand and she pulled you across. Danny, the neighbor, picked you up and helped you through the window. Once your feet landed on the ground you broke into a sob and crashed into Sam’s arms.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you. Everything’s okay,” she told you while rubbing your back soothingly. She’d never tell you but she was terrified you wouldn’t make it. She couldn’t lose the love of her life, she wouldn’t be able to make it. She’s not sure what’d she do if she lost you, but she does know she wouldn’t sleep until the Ghostface that killed you was in the ground. There was no need to worry about that though cause you weren’t dead, you were alive and breathing and she’d go out of her way to make sure you stayed that way.

Sam was brought out of her thoughts by Danny, Mindy, and yourself shouting at a struggling Anika on the ladder. She was shaking, the poor girl was bleeding everywhere and Sam’s anxiety suddenly spiked. “Anika, you have to move right now!” Mindy yelled, “Cmon Anika! You can do it!” You followed. Sam watched with wide fearful eyes as Ghostface slammed his knife in the windowsill and gripped the ladder Anika was slowly crawling across. She muttered a curse and rushed to the window.

“Anika! You have to hurry!”

Anika looked behind to see Ghostface with the ladder in hand and started screaming, “No! No! Guys I can’t do it!”

“You can, Anika!”

Ghostface started moving the ladder quickly. Anika started violently shaking and rattling on it, she was going to fall. “Anika move, I’ll grab your hand!” Sam yelled at the girl. Anika’s sobs restricted her from responding but she sluggishly moved towards the other side. Ghostface started moving the ladder from side to side causing Anika to shake rapidly. Mindys heart dropped at the realization that her girlfriend was making this out alive.

“Baby I don’t want to die!” Anika yelled at her girlfriend. “You wont!” Mindy sobbed. “Grab my hand Anika!” Sam shouted since the girl was in reach. Anika reached out, one hand no longer on the ladder and Ghostface takes this opportunity to roughly lift and then tilt the ladder to the side. Anika fell to the ground with a blood curdling scream.

The world went quiet for a moment, you looked between Anika’s dead body and the Ghostface on the other side. He took his knife and left the scene. Mindy dropped to the ground sobbing and you kneeled down to comfort her. Sams eyes flashed with anger just thinking about the killer and their stupid plans. She was going to finish this, she was going to end the endless suffering Ghostface caused.

She needed to protect the ones she loved. She would do anything. “Come on the police are here,” Danny said quietly. You nod and helped Mindy stand up. You interlock arms with her and Sam grabs your free hand, you give her a small smile before you start walking.

-

It was the next morning and you guys were sitting in an ambulance while the police searched the apartment. Mindy was wrapped in a blanket with Taras head on her shoulder, Chad had his arms crossed while he stood protectively in front on the vehicle’s doors, and you were standing with Sam near the alley. She had her arms wrapped around you and her head on yours. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ethan ducking under the caution tape, just as you were about to go up to him Chad beat you to it.

Chad slammed him against a news van and asked him a few questions before Ethan saw you. Chad let him go and Ethan quickly went up to you. “Y/n, I’m so sorry-”

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Sam told him while getting in between the two of you. You put a comforting hand on Sam’s shoulder, “It’s okay, Sam,” you turned to Ethan, “Where the fuck were you though? What happened to studying, Ethan?” You asked sternly. He was suspicious. “I-I’m sorry I got caught up at econ. I tried calling, but you didn’t answer..” he stammered. You eyed him up and down then looked at Sam’s cold expression. Looking back at the boy you nodded in understanding, “It’s fine.”

He looked at you apologetically and went over to Chad and the others. They treated him the same way you did, like a number one suspect. You turned to Sam and hugged her, “Thank you.” She stumbled back a bit, stunned at the impact, “For what?” she asked you. “For always having my back.”

She smiled and hugged you back carefully so she didn’t injure you further, “You’re welcome.”

You were too good for this world, too good for her, too good to be hunted down by a serial killer. You didn’t deserve any of this shit. Sam gritted her teeth at the thought of you getting hurt again. That asshole was going to be put 6 feet under and she’d make sure of it. She’d do it herself.

[berberriescorner]

Rio had a hell of a time trying give y/n her mommas boy😂 (also love the long hc)

Thought I forgot about you didn't ya? 😂 ! I got you lovely! Y'all think you're slick. Sending me these HC's on the low. I don't know how many more I'll be able to do. I'm too descriptive and end up writing a whole fic lmao! Here's yet another HC/follow-up. Hope you enjoy it, love💓!

Bright rays of sunshine crept into your master bedroom. As it fell on your sleeping bodies, you felt your husband stir. Rio snuggled closer as if he wasn't already glued to your slumbering form. He chuckled at the fact that his movements didn't wake you. Light snores fell from your slightly parted lips. He tucked his chin into the crook of your neck, leaving gentle kisses. He pulled back slightly, smirking at the snores.

"Damn, I wore you out last night. Didn't I, mama?" he joked to himself.

You stirred a bit, snuggling deeper into Rio's spooning position. He groaned at the feel of your body pressing firmly against his. Usually, he could handle your plump behind nestling against his lap in the morning. Only this was one of those many occasions where the two of you had fallen asleep naked.

Your hips wiggled, as you released a light moan. Rio's growing erection was getting stiffer by the second. This awakened something inside you as well. Rio bit his lip as he watched your eyes flutter open slowly. The bright smile that formed on your face, caused him to smile back.

"Mornin', mama," he whispered, laying kisses on your neck once more.

"Morning, baby. Last night was fun," you giggled.

"I was thinking, mama. What if I didn't get the job done last night?"

The mischievous grin on his handsome face said it all.

"We went four rounds before tapping out last night. I think we good, papa," you teased.

"Nah, darlin'. I think I need to give you a few more rounds today, tomorrow, and the day after that."

"Boy, please. Not with your line of work. I was lucky I got all that good D last night."

Rio rolled you over on your back, nestling between your thighs. His hands roamed your body as he trailed kisses from your neck, to your jawline, and landed on your lips. The kiss grew more passionate, as he slid his hand between your thighs. You moaned into the kiss as his hand played in your already slick folds. Rio broke the kiss to speak.

"Looks like you’re about to get some good D this morning too, mama."

He slid inside you filling you up, as he growled placing his lips on yours again.

"Fuck, mama. Always so tight for me."

You gasped, as a moan followed right after.

"Daddy...oh, shit," you whimpered.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me, hmm? Are you gonna let daddy stretch you out? I'ma fill you to the brim, mama. Give you what you beg for."

"Yes! Need you deeper, daddy," you begged.

Rio slammed into you harder, going as deep as he could. His thrust grew faster and he drew orgasm after orgasm from your body. Finding his release, Rio collapsed on his side of the bed, pulling you to lay on his chest. The both of you fought to catch your breath.

"Your ass got twenty minutes to get your stamina up. I'm about to spend the morning filling you up, mama. We're going to need to get rid of these sheets. We ain't leaving this bedroom until I feel your ass may be pregnant."

"Now how do you expect a bitch to walk after all this?"

Rio chuckled, "That's a YOU problem. I'm just giving you what you want, mama."

Ten months later, your oldest and youngest baby girl were flapping their gums. The baby sassed, "Mommy! Why him always crying? Give that whiny baby a bottle or somethin'."

The oldest was tired of all her fussy siblings. "Mama, I did the math. If this happened when I think it did. I'm never going to a sleepover when the rest of the kids aren't home. Clearly, you and my daddy need supervision."

Your mouth fell open, as you were caught off guard by your oldest.

They both get that smart-ass mouth from their daddy...okay me too, but just a little bit.

"You know what? Baby girl, since you are so concerned with what baby brother's got going on. Go tell your little best friend to fix his bottle."

The youngest looked at you confused.

Jesus be a clue.

You sighed, "Your daddy, baby. Go tell him to fix one of his bottles and bring it to mama. Okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you, baby girl."

She bounced off yelling, "daddy!"

"Little girl! Stop yelling in my house!"

Just as you finished your sentence, Rio yelled his response right back.

"Christopher!"

"My bad, mama!"

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you turned to your oldest.

One sassy lady down. One to go. Why they can't be chill like the middle child? Then again...she be trying me too. Let me gather Miss Know-It-All right quick. Did she just tell me I need to stop having all these damn babies? Cause that's what my ears heard. I just know she lost her mind.

"As for you little miss mamas. Ma'am, watch your mouth. You in my business, don't do that. Keep it up and I'll have two more, leaving you to babysit them all. Now go do your homework, sassy pants."

Rio entered the room as he watched his daughter walk out huffing.

"Blow again, little girl."

"What's wrong with her?"

"Yeah we done having babies."

He started laughing until he saw you weren't joining in on the laughter.

"You for real?:

"Baby boy! I may tell you a joke, but I'll never tell you a lie!"

Rio kissed his teeth.

"Come on little man. Daddy will feed you. Y'all working mommy's nerves," he grumbled, bounding towards the kid's bedrooms, bottle in hand.

"Why are y'all on your mama's nerves so bad today? I know y'all better tighten up. I ain't done having kids."

[felicianacariocapistoles]

Epilogue

I said it before and I'll say it again, we were robbed of a reunion of Marcy and Simon so I made one! I'll post it on my ao3 soon

Days. For several days Simon hasn’t received texts, calls, nor was he even home! According to locals, his home exhibit had been closed since before he left to go questing with Finn. Marcy flew all over Ooo countless times, searching everywhere for him. She never stopped no matter how tired she was. After thousands of years, she finally had her surrogate father back in her life! Why did he disappear without saying anything to her? Ugh! She should have taken a moment to go outside and take the call!

When she realized she was too tired to go on, she headed back to his home, using the spare key he gave her years ago to let herself in and she made herself at home where she plopped herself on the couch and had a good, long cry before drifting off to sleep. She would continue her search after resting and getting her strength back.

Simon had recently returned to Ooo from his adventures with Fionna and Cake and managing to find and apologize to Betty for his actions so many years ago. It hurt that they parted ways, she was his everything after all. It was needed though, for both of them. For the first time in a long time, Simon felt alive instead of just going through the motions of day-to-day life, it was enough to make him smile as he made his way back to the Human City and then to his home.

Simon kicked off his shoes when he got through the door and was making his way to his room when he heard the opening song to Cheers playing on the television, seeing the door of his bedroom opened. He honestly didn’t recall if he left it on or his bedroom door open, it felt like it had been ages since he’s been back with everything he’s been through. Looking around, nothing looked out of place or stolen so he obviously wasn’t robbed. “Most likely left in on before I started sulking in the shower…”

Taking off his jacket, he hung it up before making his way to his room. All he wanted now was to sleep, even though it was still daytime. ‘Last time I slept decently was that nap I took in baby world with baby—’ He snapped out of his thoughts upon seeing movement a familiar figure asleep in his bed. “Marcy…” He was both surprised and happy to see her. Normally she’s a light sleeper, she would have heard him the moment he opened his front door.

Simon saw her phone and he couldn’t help but to glance over when he saw it ring with a text message. It was from Princess Bubblegum telling her that they’ll find Simon soon and to not give up hope again. It broke his heart to read that, and now it all made sense why she didn’t wake up as she normally would. She must have been looking all over Ooo for him, and it pained him that he had once again hurt the girl he had raised and loved like a daughter.

Watching her sleep brought him back to his earlier thought. In the baby universe, he was taking a nap with a baby Marceline snuggling into his chest. Thinking of it brought a tear to his eye, but he wiped it off quickly. He mulled over whether to wake her or not, he had no idea how long she had been asleep for, but knowing Marceline she would have been up for days searching until she could no longer move. His fearless sweet Marceline… His daughter.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw that Marceline was waking up, he smiled and got on the other side of the bed. “Marcy, I’m home. I’m okay.”

Hearing his voice caused Marceline to quickly sit up and turn to him, rubbing her eyes and blinking a few times. Whether to properly wake herself up or to really make sure she wasn’t dreaming, Simon wasn’t sure of, until she tackled him and hugged him tight that is. “You’re okay!” She said in relief through her tears.

“Oh, Marcy…” He rubbed her back soothingly as he hugged her back just as tight. “I’m sorry to have disappeared for so long, and I have so much to tell you…”

The two stayed like that for a few more minutes, partly because Marceline was still crying, but also because neither of them wanted to let go of the other. It was the vampire who pulled back and spoke first. “Simon, I should have taken your call, I’m--”

Simon placed a finger on her lips. “Nope, I don’t wanna hear it.” He smiled, removing the finger from his lips, using it to wipe some tears from her eye. “You have nothing to apologize for, Marceline.”

He told her everything that happened from his little adventure with Finn to seeing GLOBetty, he didn’t leave a single thing out. Gone were they days of him keeping her in the dark, it was something else he promised himself upon coming home.

“I’m glad that you got closure, Simon.” She smiled but couldn’t help but to feel a bit sad when she heard the pair broke it off. She knew how much Simon loved Betty. “I’m also glad to hear that you’re ready to move on and live, though I am still pissed you never told me any of this pent-up feelings you’ve had for years.” She playfully punched him in the arm.

Simon rubbed his arm. “Yeah, I had the feeling Finn wanted me to talk to you about it too.”

“That cheeseball, I can’t believe he took you on a quest! He should know you’re too old for that stuff!”

The two shared a laugh and another hug. It was good to be home.

[countrymusiclover]

16 - The White Dress Ticket

Part 17

The Texas Tire Family

I feel like the next chapter will be the last one because I am stuck on ideas. If you all have anything you’d like to. See before I finish this book let me know 🤗

Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley

The bed dipped where I rolled over waking up slightly started where I smiled sleepily up at Georgie running his fingers through my messy hair. We had been home back in Texas for a few weeks and I had been checked out by the doctors in our hospital. The baby doctor also said that there was a light bruise around Montana’s neck but it was fading away just fine. “Sorry I couldn’t wait for you to wake up. But the girls have a surprise for you in the kitchen.”

“Surprise. What kind of surprise exactly?” I asked tossing the bed covers aside letting my feet hit the bedroom floor of our house. Following him into the living room of the house I gasped seeing that Connie, Mary and Mandy were standing in the kitchen.

Aurora and Evelyn ran forward in front of them cheering in unison with them. “We’re going dress shopping, mommy!”

“Wait what. We haven’t even talked about anything else for the wedding since Montana was born. Georgie, we really don’t have to put a lot of money into this.” I explained squeezing his hand intertwined with mine.

He leans forward kissing me on the forehead declaring simply at me. “Look babe, I know that we have been busy with our baby boy but you deserve a real wedding. I couldn’t give you one fit for a princess or whatever when we first got engaged but I can now. So take today with our family and have fun. I can handle our little man.”

“Thank you, Georgie.” Flinging my arms around his neck he wrapped his arms around my waist burying his face in the crook of my neck breathing me in until we broke the comfortable embrace.

Changing into some dark blue and a red flannel shirt I pulled my hair up into a loose ponytail. Pulling on a belt through the belt loops of my jeans I added it on some light brown boots. Mary insisted on driving so that Mandy and I could get some drinks if we wanted and Connie would only get a drink if we went to the Mexican restaurant to get Margaritas. “This is sweet of Georgie to watch the kids so we can do this. We just have to pick up Missy then we can go dress shopping.” My mother in law smiled yet I could see some tears form in her eyes clearly thinking back to her husband.

“Yeah I honestly haven’t even had a chance to talk with him about the wedding. With the kids having to make up for the days of school they missed during Sheldon and Amy’s wedding and then the birth of Montana. We haven’t had a moment to ourselves really.” Running my fingers through my hair I leaned back in the passenger seat.

Connie leaned forward in the backseat seeing as we were pulling to Missy’s place. The copper twin came outside climbing in the car waving to all of us. “I can’t believe we are actually taking you dress shopping. It only took over ten years, three babies and two proposals before you got to wear a white wedding dress Y/n.”

“Yeah all cause your husband couldn’t slow down his role to sleep with the woman he loves.” Connie responds sternly.

Mary scolded her mother. “Oh mom…we shouldn’t focus on that anymore. It’s in the past. Now we can just focus on the fact that you are getting married.”

“Exactly Mary. There are sometimes though I wonder what would have happened on my twenty first birthday and everything after we graduated high school if I wasn’t pregnant.” I trailed off in thought.

Georgie and I walked into a steak restaurant that was a few hours away from home since he wanted to make my twenty-first birthday as special as he could. My birthday was a few months after his and I had taken him out to buy a new truck that he had been wanting since I had the money saved up for a while that would help us with raising two growing daughters. He held open the door for me and we headed to go sit at the bar. “I didn’t expect you to take me out tonight. I feel like we owe Mandy a free dinner or something more for all the babysitting hours she had done for us.”

“I just know she doesn’t like me sometimes so I’ll let you sweet talk that deal. To be honest everyone loves you, not as much as me though.” He leaned forward kissing me quickly before a bartender came over to us.

Georgie and I got some beers and there was one specifically that I liked that was called Angry Orchard. Raising the bottle to my lips I glanced at his direction seeing him smirk at me. “What is that look for?”

“We should make this a thing from now on. Going out when we feel like we need to just be teenagers since we missed out on some other stuff. What do you think, darling?” He asked, sitting down his beer bottle hearing some music starting to play by a live band that was playing here.

Sitting my drink down I climbed down from my barstool dragging him towards the dance floor grinning brightly. “That’s perfect. Now let’s go dance.”

He placed one hand on my waist with my other on his shoulder. Leaving our freehands to intertwine together where we were longingly watching the other not focused on the crowd of people around us. “One of these days once the girls are older I am going to do my best to give you the life that you wanted before we became teen parents.”

“Georgie, you don’t have to do anything more than you have. I have two beautiful children and who knows we might have even more after our little girls. I am married to the first guy I truly cared about, if that isn’t a life worth living I don’t know what is.” Shaking my head he twirled me underneath his arm and away from his chest.

I giggled, throwing my hair around before he spun me back into his embrace, brushing his nose with mine smiling the whole time. “That may be all well and good yet I’d still love to see you in a white wedding dress.”

Mandy drew back the curtain letting me walk through where she didn’t dare take a peek at the dress since I wanted everyone to see it at the same time. Standing in front of the large mirror I had tried on a few dresses earlier but I could tell this was the one. “So what do ya’ll think of this one?”

“Oh it’s beautiful.” Mary clasped her hands together on the verge of tears.

Connie took Mandy’s hand in hers where they said the exact same thing in unison. “You look so wonderful in that.”

“You’re a freaking princess, Y/n.” Missy jumped up to her feet running over and hugging me as much as her pregnant belly would allow her too. “My brother is gonna find you so dang hot.”

Turning back to face the mirror the dress had a long train in the back that had lace going down my back and around my waist. It had short sleeves that reached just to the start of my elbows. And there was a slit in the right side of the dress where you could see my cowgirl boots sticking out. “If only I could go back and tell the teen me that everything is going to be fine. This is the dress I want now let’s go get some Mexican food and drinks.” Everyone in my group of close friends and family cheered knowing that Georgie and I couldn’t wait to get to our wedding and we knew that Sheldon and Amy with their friends would come out here for the ceremony.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[genderflu1dwh0r]

Girl Troubles

Jade fucked up royally, she broke a very expensive vase that was passed down generations in Tori's family. She got scolded and Tori ended up panicking on a phone call to her mom. Jade got sent out and tried to find some gifts, she had a very difficult time because nothing could fix this. She ended up in front of a pet shelter, she walked in with empty hands and walked out with a Chow Chow mix. She had gone to Cat's place and got help cleaning the dog up and got him all fresh and clean. Sam was a huge help, cause Cat just wanted to play with the new dog in her home. "Cat! Focus!" Jade and Sam raised their voices. Cat quickly got back to drying the dog. Jade left the dog with Sam and Cat as she picked up some supplies for a dog to take home.

When Jade got back, Cat had put a bow on the dogs head and gave him a bowtie attached to his collar. Jade rolled her eyes and picked the dog up, she thanked them and left. She was nervous driving home, she wanted Tori to be happy, but she knew this dog wouldn't be enough. She knew she had to do a lot more than just get a dog, but she wouldn't admit it just yet. She walked inside with the dog in her arms, it was 1AM, all the lights were off. She snuck upstairs and quietly opened their bedroom door, Tori was sleeping in bed. Jade smiled wide and walked over, placing the dog on the bed. The dog pawed around, but made his way over to Tori, he jutted his snoot into her ear and started to lick.

Tori immediately sat up, trying to get away. She didn't understand what was happening and fell out of bed. Jade went wide eyed, turning the lights on and running over, helping her up. "Baby, baby! Are you ok?" She asked, panicked. Tori stared at her, bewildered. "What was that!?" She asked, looking over at the bed, seeing the dog. "Ohmygod!" She said tiredly, but there was also some excitement. Getting back on the bed, she started to pet the dog. Jade smiled softly and got on the bed, she kissed Tori's forehead. "I know this won't fix it, but you should have a buddy when I can't make you happy." She spoke softly, watching Tori nod and cuddle the dog. She reached over and pet the dog under the ear, smiling wide when Tori giggled. "You need to name this guy." She added.

The dog licked at Tori's face, pawing at her. Tori thought about it, sitting up, holding the dog. "Hmm, Tony." She said smiling, Jade furrowed her brows, laughing. "Wha- Tony?" She asked confused, but leaned over and kissed her girlfriend's cheek. Tori nodded, cuddling Tony. "Yes, Tony is the name. Remember when Kate and Abby named that dog they brought back? They named it Tony after Tony, you really have to keep up." She said softly. Jade nodded. "Ah, NCIS has your brain right now. Have you been watching it while I was gone?" She asked, kissing down Tori's neck. Tori got comfortable, nodding. "Yes, I may or may not be watching it." She said letting the dog down on the bed to roam around. Tony sniffed around, happily, he barked then pounced at a pillow.

The two girls smiled, Jade cuddling into Tori, pressing her face into the crook of her neck. Tori giggled, holding Jade's shoulders. "You dork, stop, that tickles!" She squirmed, trying to get away. Jade held her tighter, pouncing on her and kissing her all over the face. Tori laughed harder, trying to push her away. Tony took this chance to start to bite and attack the pillows, the couple tried their best to stop Tony but also wanted to keep wrestling. Jade sat up, picking Tony up and holding him like a baby. "Tony, please don't do that or I'll hold you like this." She said to him, booping his nose. Tori awed softly, which caused Jade to get embarrassed and set the dog down. "Shush, Vega." She said tackling her girlfriend.

[steele-soulmate]

Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 14

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

STORY WARNINGS: talk of body dysmorphia (nothing graphic)

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1161

I leaned in the open doorway of Aria’s bedroom, where the room has been cleared out and a giant painter’s tarp covered the floor. The king was showing the girls where best to paint on the walls so that the colors could be viewed under different lights. Aria translated for her sister, pausing from time to time to teach him sign language.

“Daddy, can me and Evie sleep with you and mommy tonight?” Aria asked innocently.

“Sweetheart?” The king turned to face me and the two of us had a silent conversation using our eyebrows and nose crinkles to talk.

“I don’t see why not,” I answered after a minute of this.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…” cheered Aria as she and her sister began a war dance in the middle of her bedroom.

“But you two need to be on your best behavior,” I told them both with a firm voice and firm hands. “Understand?”

“Yes mommy!” Aria chirped as she and her twin went into their shared Jack and Jill bathrooms to get changed into their pajamas for bed later that night after dinner.

“Come on down to the kitchen when you’re done!” I called out as the king led me downstairs.

“Hey sweetheart, I stopped by the palace on the way home from the library earlier today and I grabbed this…” He pulled his wallet out from the back of his pants and took out a ring, which he held out to me. I took the pretty bauble from him and examined it closely- a simple rose gold band that was inscribed with the words, A STRONG FAMILY, A STRONG FOUNDATION. I recognized it as coming from his mother’s personal collection, and found myself smiling at his thoughtfulness.

“Can I wear it on a chain around my neck?” I asked him as I fitted the ring onto my finger and discovering that the band was huge on my finger. “I have a history of always losing my rings.”

“Of course,” he stood up to his full height, watching me as I began to pounder over what to make for dinner that night. “I’ll look into getting one for you tomorrow, alright?”

“Alright.” I came to a decision and started to pulled a giant soup pot out. “How does vegetable soup sound to you?”

“Uh…” I paused at the tone in his voice. “Yeah, sure. That sounds delicious.”

“Or I can make something else and serve a vegetable side,” I contested with a shrug. “The girls didn’t have any greens for lunch, and I don’t like having an unbalanced diet.”

“Just no turnips,” he begged me as I reached for the vegetable drawer. “My mom loves turnips and would try to sneak them into every meal when I was little.”

“Okay, fair enough,” I told him, taking out carrots, green beans, corn, peas and celery. “No turnips. I promise.”

I felt his eyes supervising me as I chopped everything before setting off to the side as I waited for the soup pot to come to a rolling boil. Next, I grabbed tomatoes, potatoes, a yellow onion and garlic.

“This is a recipe by my mom.” The smile slid off my face. “I always wondered what she and daddy did with my hope chest.”

“What exactly is a hope chest?” I could feel the king’s puzzled facial expression through the back of my head as I fussed about, getting ready to serve up dinner to the king and my daughters.

“A hope chest is something that single woman pack household necessities into in preparations of moving out from their parents’ and starting a family,” I explained. “Bed quilts, dishes, bath towels, kitchen utensils… little things that I would either buy or make. I would really like to have access to that stuff now, make your house more at home to live in.”

“Sweetheart, no,” he protested. “This house isn’t just my house anymore- it’s your house now, yours and the girls.”

“Okay,” I muttered as I dumped everything into the pot before closing the lid. “Your majesty, do you want a big wedding?” Anxiety gripped onto my throat with iron tight claws.

“No, I don’t really fancy the idea of a big, fancy wedding,” he reassured me. “I’m just as happy having a simple chapel wedding, just the two of us, the girls and my sisters as the witnesses.”

“Will your other sisters like me?” I asked, my voice tight with worry.

“Cathy likes you,” he pointed out in a dry voice, leaning his hip against the refrigerator. “She told everyone that you are a sweet soul, a kind and devoted mother, and overall, a good being.”

I scooped up some bubbling soup into a spoon and motioned him down to taste. A small smile crossed over my face as he smacked his lips.

“Delicious,” he snarled as soft little pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pats to sound out, signaling the twins approaching the kitchen quickly, on the hunt for dinner. “I wonder what you taste like, pretty sweetheart of mine.”

“You want to have sex with me?” My anxiety fit me once more, making me feel self-conscious of myself. Since I had carried the twins and given birth to them, my figure had become lumpy and flabby in all the wrong places and I had developed ugly stretch marks on my tummy and thighs.

“When you’re ready, sweetheart,” he reassured me in a soft voice, reaching over ma and grabbing some bowls for me to scoop the food into. “And not a moment before.”

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Shade, the Changing Man (1990) #4

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Hello and good evening my dear!!!

A tiny little idea in the garden of my head has officially become an invasive weed that I simply have to share. It can be either for Bob Floyd, Miles Miller or Rhett Abbot, hell, all three if you're feeling really bold and adventurous.

How do you think either of them would react to the smol beans crawling in beside them and wifey while they're sleeping in after a mission/long day of work/late night rodeo competition??

YEESS LEWIS LOVE!! So I went a little feral with this bc I love my boys (some are in the same realm of the request but I feel like they fit)

Bob

Coming home in the dead of night from a mission was never fun, there was no one to hug him, kiss him, hold him, or welcome him home in the dead of night. But it had its positives too, the night provided a pause button for Bob.

It allowed his mind to stop thinking about work and just focus on not waking up the whole house as he heated up leftovers and showered before changing into pajamas and crawling into bed with you. Noticing how you stirred ever so slightly at the bed dipping, Bob immediately wrapped his arms around your form before kissing your shoulder “It’s just me Sweetie, go back to bed” he whispered before assuming his well known position as 'big spoon'.

It wasn’t till a few hours later when the sun had just started to creep in through the windows that Bob was pulled from his sleep, hearing whispers from the hallway outside of the bedroom. Opening his eyes once he heard the door creak open he was greeted with the sight of two blonde heads of hair peering in. “Are those my Girlies?” He grumbled.

“Daddy!” The voices squealed as they ran over to his side of the bed. Untangling himself from his sleeping wife, Bob leaned over the bed to pull the girls up onto the mattress. “You back!” “Mommy said you come back tomorrow!” They practically jumped on the bed in excitement.

A laugh left Bobs lips as he wrangled them to rest on either side on him “shhhhh you two are gonna wake up Mommy” he kissed the tops of their heads. “Auntie Nat got me home early” he hummed “she said I had to be back early for my girls… besides how could I miss my girlies birthday?”

He watched as smiles over took their faces “How old are you two again” he watched as they laughed and held up their hands

“we gonna be 4-“

“Katty I wanted to say it!”

Bob moved his hand to cover his mouth as he smiled watching his girls before he cleared his throat “Girls” he’s voice became stern as he tried tried not to smile from hearing the argument “Now it’s your birthdays today, and I don’t wanna hear anymore squabbles… lord knows Mommy already had to deal with it when you two were fighting in her tummy” he sighed “Kathleen you do always get to say how old you two are whenever people ask, Lucille needs a turn” he watched as the girls crossed their arms in a huff “how about next year when you turn 5 Lucy gets to tell people, then after that when you turn 6 Katty you get to say it again okay?”

Bob watched as the girls slowly nodded “okay” he moved to kiss their heads again before reaching over to the night stand to grab the Tv remote and turning it on.

The argument was quickly forgotten as ‘Scooby Doo’ lit up the screen and captured the girls attention.

Bob slid back down into bed as the girls migrated to the end of the bed to be closer to the TV. His arms found their way around Y/N once again as a chuckle came from his wife’s form “You have a magic touch” her eyes were still closed

He smiled graced his lips “if it lets you sleep a bit more, I can put up with it” he chuckled

Cracking her eyes open, Y/N smiled at the sight before scooting closer to nuzzle her face into Bob’s neck.

“You wanna have another one?” His voice caused her to pull away from his neck before she leaned closer to plant a kiss on his lips. As they kissed her hand moved to cup his cheek.

“Eww Daddy”

“Mommy that’s gross”

Laughter broke them apart as they looked down at their girls who were focused back on the Mystery Machine, looking back to each other Bob’s thumb rubbed circles on her hip “are sure you want another one?” She hummed pushing a piece of hair out of his face.

“With you? Absolutely.”

————

Miles

The nice thing about Weekends was that there was nothing to do.

Miles treasured weekends. No waking up at 5 in the morning to leave the comfort of the warm bed, no arguing with Ben over why he can't wear his PJ's to daycare, no leaving you to go to work, no dealing with people who made his life hell.

Feeling the bed shift, Miles kept his eyes closed as he felt a weight on his chest. Focusing on the rain outside he slowly opened his eye's watching as you tried to make yourself comfortable by laying on top of him before placing a kiss on his cheek . "Baby" he mummers "Its to early"

"I didn't say anything" Y/N chuckled resting her head on his shoulder.

He nodded keeping his eyes closed “yes you did… you’re doing that thing when you want me to wake up” he’s arm wrapped around her shoulder “you shift in place for five minutes till we both get up”

“Well I’m sorry that I-“ before Y/N could finish her sentence a thunderclap echoed through the house causing a shriek to follow after

“Mom! Dad!” Bolting upright and out of bed, Y/N and Miles ran for their door. Upon opening it, they were met with a Ben crouched down on the hallway floor, his blanket covering his whole form as his stuffed dog that Miles had gotten him peaked out from under the cover.

Rushing to the blanket heap, Y/N placed her hand on what she thought looked like her sons back “Benny?!” She slowly tried to lift the blanket from his head but was met with the child shaking his head and holding it closer over his head. Sharing a look with Miles she pressed on “Benny… was it the thunder baby?” They watched as the heap nodded

“And my closet started making the scary noises again”

Her brows knitted together she watched as Miles stared down at Ben with a sad look in his eyes before he too placed a hand on Ben’s back and lowered his head to rest next to Ben’s “do you wanna come sleep with Mom and I tonight Benny?” Nodding frantically, Ben uncovered himself and threw his arms over Mile’s form, tucking his head into his neck as another thunder crack rang out.

Moving to stand, Miles made his way back into the bedroom with Y/N trailing behind with Ben’s dog and blanket tucked under her arms.

After placing Ben into the middle of the bed, Miles and Y/N climbed in on either side. Immediately relaxing a bit into the blankets, Ben held his dog close as he leaned into Y/N form closing his eyes. Her arms wrapped around him as she kissed his head, “do you wanna try to get some more sleep… or do you just wanna lay with Dad and I?”

“Sleep” he responded. Nodding back to him, Y/N lighting rubbed Ben’s arm up and down as he drifted off, something she and Miles did often when Ben was younger to help him fall sleep in their arms.

Tearing her eyes from Ben, Y/N caught Miles smiling back at her. Watching as she slowly brought their son back to sleep.

———

Rhett

Letting out a groan of pain as he sat on the bed, Rhett tensed up as he felt Y/N help him lay down against the headboard before she bend down to take off his boots. “Ahh! Take it easy there Darlin’” he groaned as Y/N yanked his boots off.

“Well if you hadn’t gone for a second ride and roll your ankle, this would be a lot easier” she huffed tossing his boots somewhere in the room before moving to start taking off Rhett’s jeans

Trying to sit up, Rhett was pushed back down onto the bed “Y/N I can undress myself”

Raising her eyebrows at him she shook her head “Rhett… you rolled your ankle, sprained your wrist and almost threw out your back, shut the fuck up” she watched as an amused smile graced Rhett’s face

“But I didn’t throw out my back” he laughed,

Leaning up to plant a kiss on his lip she mumbled “that’s not funny, I’m the one who has to put up with your ass if you did throw out your back”

Finishing underdressing Rhett, leaving him in just his boxers, Y/N moved to get herself ready for bed. Just as she threw on Rhett’s her sleep shirt their bedroom door creaked open.

“Genevieve Fallon, Rodrick Micheal! Nana put you two to bed, what are you doing up!” Y/N turned to the door seeing the 6 and 4 year old peak their heads in. Genevieve ran for Rhett climbing onto the bed next to him as Rodrick ran to Y/N.

“We heard you come home… Roddy wanted to see Daddy and so did I” Gen answered as Rhett smiled taking her into his arms and planting a kiss on her head.

“Wanna make sure Daddy’s okay” Rod added

Walking over to the bed with the squirming 4 year old in her arms, Y/N sat down allowing Rod to climb over to Rhett as well. “As much as I appreciate the two of you wanted make sure I was okay, your Ma’s right” he began to tickle the kids sides or at least as much as he could with one hand “You two turkeys should be in bed”

“Sleep with you two?” Rod’s eyes widened “plwease!” He begged. Looking between Y/N and the children settled at his side, he watched as his wife nodded.

Lifting up the blanket for everyone to crawl under, Rod and Gen made themselves comfortable on Y/N side of the bed, while Y/N made her way over to Rhett’s side. “Scooch your boot cowboy” she hummed as Rhett moved, opening his arms for Y/N to lay in.

Returning the embrace Y/N’s arm wrapped around Rhett as one of his hands rested on her hip and the other over her abdomen “We’re gonna have to get a bigger bed when this one comes” Rhett whispered just low enough for Y/N to hear as soft snores slowly started to resonate from the 6 and 4 year old.

Nodding in agreement, Y/N pressed a kiss to Rhett’s bare shoulder before she rested her head into the crook of his neck “We’ll deal with the bed space when we get to it” she hummed

[arlana-likes-to-write]

I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz

*Not my gif*

Summary: You and Yelena have been dating for a few months after a bad nightmare about the Red Room Yelena wakes up and injures you. You assure her that you are not going anywhere.

Warnings: nightmare, mention of a gun, blood, dead bodies, injuries, sweating

Word count: 2.5k

If you were to ask what Yelena’s favorite color was? She would say yellow because it reminded her of the first time she felt the sun after the dust was given to her and her mind was her own. She would say blue because she found out that she really likes blueberry pancakes in the morning for breakfast. She would say purple because you wore a purple dress the first time she saw you. If you were to ask Yelena what her favorite color was, she would say every color in the rainbow besides red. Red was the color of blood, of the dust that freed widows from Dreykov’s mind control, and the years she lost because one man tried to play God. She associated the color red with small rooms where she was handcuffed to the bed, hours of ballet lessons, and combat training that she was forced to endure. Red was the place she was separated from her sister. And in her nightmares, red was all Yelena saw. 

Her hands were covered in it. The white room she was trapped in was painted with blood from the growing pile of bodies around her. No matter how hard she struggled against the door and banged on the wall, her pleas went unheard as she stared at the color red.  

*

The sound of whimpering woke you up. With sleep in your eyes, you struggled to turn on the lamp on your nightstand. Light illuminated the small bedroom, as you watched your girlfriend whimper in her sleep. Brow together and sweat lightly shining on her forehead. Nightmares. You remember Natasha pulling you aside when Yelena told her that you both were dating, that nightmares were going to be a thing you’ll have to deal with. Her girlfriend, Maria, gave you tips on how to wake a Black Widow from a nightmare. Don’t touch them. Speak calmly. And if that doesn’t work a bucket filled with cold water should do the trick. 

‘No please not her.’ Yelena whimpered and your heart broke at the sight. Your girlfriend hid the parts of herself that were damaged by the Red Room with a bright smile and a light laugh. You knew the basics of what Yelena and Natasha and hundreds of other girls across the world went through by the hands of Dreykov. 

*

The door opened and two Widows held onto the arms of a person with a bag over their face. Years of training, Yelena could tell it was a girl, in her mid-to-late 20s, and in decent shape. The Widows threw the girl to the ground and a pained whimper filled the quiet room. They stepped to the side and he came in. Dreykov. He held a simple handgun in his hand and he circled Yelena, like a lion hunting its prey. 

‘You have grown weak.’ He said. ‘You were once the world’s greatest child assassin.’ He nodded his head and the Widow pulled the bag off the girl’s head. Yelena fought every nerve in her body to go not over and hug you, to kiss you, and to whisper that everything was going to be okay. You were bleeding, a cut on the side of your head and one of your eyes were black and blue. Dreykov put the gun in Yelena’s hand and forced her to aim at you. ‘Kill your weakness.’ 

‘No please not her.’ Yelena heard herself plead. 

*

You sat up slowly, trying not to shake the bed too much and not to startle Yelena awake. ‘Yelena, wake up. You're dreaming, sweet girl. I just need you to wake up.’ You whispered, keeping your voice even, calm though your heart was racing. 

‘Come on Lena, come back to me. You're safe.’ You said, a little bit louder trying to pierce whatever images her mind was creating. You sighed, shifting slightly in the bed, and catching yourself from falling. The sudden movement caused Yelena to bolt straight up and grab onto your throat. She was squeezing your windpipe, cutting off your air supply. Now you aren’t a superhero, an agent of SHIELD, or a trained assassin of the Red Room but you lived in NYC all of your life. You’ve learned how to defend yourself and it doesn’t hurt that you’ve sparred with your girlfriend and Natasha. You flipped her over, grabbing a pressure point on her wrist and she released you. You fell to the foot of your bed, gasping for air. Yelena gasped and shook her head, clearing the fog from her nightmare. She stared at you. Her green eyes filled with concern and worry. 

‘Y/n.’ Yelena said, softly. You started coughing, rubbing your throat. Her eyes grew wide and frantic. 

‘I’m okay,’ You said, your voice was a little rough and you cleared your throat before continuing. ‘You were having a nightmare. It’s okay.’ Yelena crawled over to you. You removed the hand that was covering your throat. She scanned over the skin, her fingertips dancing over the bruise and goosebumps formed over your skin and a small shiver went down your spin. The bruise that was forming would be there for a few days but there was no sign of damage. But she did this. She hurt you. 

‘I should go.’ Yelena scrambled out of the bed and left your room. After the shock wore off, you ungracefully got out of bed and tripped over the fallen blanket and ran to the front door, calling after Yelena. But when you got to the front door, Yelena was nowhere to be found. Your apartment was quiet. 

‘Fuck.’ You cursed, running back to your room and grabbing your phone from the nightstand. You saw that Yelena didn’t grab hers and panic started to race through you. Without thinking you dialed Natasha’s number from memory. The first time it rang it went to voicemail. You groaned, calling her again.

‘Why are you calling me at 2 in the morning?’ Natasha asked, voice deeper than normal. 

‘Yelena is gone.’ The other end was silent and you heard the creak of a bed moving. 

‘What do you mean Yelena is gone?’ Natasha questioned. You sighed, running your hand through your hair and sat down on your bed. Which felt colder.  

‘We got back late from our date and I suggested that she just sleepover,’ You started to explain. ‘She hasn’t stayed over before. She was having a nightmare and I woke her up. I didn’t touch her but she was startled and she grabbed onto my throat.’ Natasha swore in Russian. ‘I’m fine and I told her that it was okay but she just got up and left and didn’t take her phone. I don’t know what to do.’

‘Just stay home and I’ll find her.’ Natasha promised. You nodded your head even though she couldn’t see it. 

‘Okay keep me posted please.’ You felt useless but you knew if anyone was going to find Yelena, it would be Natasha. 

‘Of course.’ She paused. ‘Are you really okay?’ She asked softly. You smiled, your fingers touching the bruise on your throat. 

‘I’m fine Nat. I’m here to stay. I just want her to come home.’

*

2 days. Two days after Yelena walked out, Natasha and Maria were giving you updates almost hourly as they followed leads after leads but it appeared Yelena didn’t want to be found. You called out of work for the rest of the week, rebooking client appointments. It was 9:30pm as you stood at the stove top, stirring Mac and Cheese when the handle of the front door started to move. It was locked. You always checked your front door, every time you walked by it. You lived in a decent part of the city but it was still New York. You grabbed the gun that Yelena placed underneath the island and pointed it at the door as it opened. You almost laughed as you held the gun, pf the memory when you stumbled upon it.

‘You need protection!’ Yelena argued. 

‘I have you don’t I? How much more protection do I need?’ 

As the door opened, Yelena stood there holding onto her right side. You blinked at her as she gave you a small smile. Her lip was split, a bruise on her cheek bone, and a few other cuts scattered across her face. You blinked again. Your brain was unable to determine if Yelena was actually standing there or you were finally losing your mind. 

‘Hi, dorogoy.’ Yelena said. 

‘Yelena.’ You whispered, placing the gun down, turning off the stove, and catching her in your arms. You dragged her to your couch, gently sitting her down. ‘Don’t move.’ You ordered and rushed to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit and two bags of frozen peas from the freezer. It wasn’t the first time you’ve had to clean Yelena’s wounds and you knew it would not be the last. Yelena was still sitting where you left her, leaning back with her arm over her eyes. You walking back towards her caused her to sit up, winching from the pain. You knelt in front of her, opening the first aid kit. 

‘Y/n..’

‘Don’t,’ You snapped, cutting her off. You sighed. ‘We’ll talk after I make sure you're okay.’ You said more gently. She nodded and allowed you to clean her face. The antiseptic stung and Yelena flinched away but you blew on it. The kind gesture filled her eyes with tears. You used butterfly bandages for the cuts on her forehead and cheek, and cleaned her lip. 

‘Put this on your lip.’ You instructed.  Once again Yelena did it without any arguing. ‘I’m going to lift your shirt to check your ribs.’ She nodded as you lifted her shirt up, up to the bottom of her sports bra. Her ribs were black and blue. ‘Jesus Yelena.’ 

‘You should see the other guy.’ She joked but you glared at her. You were mad at her even when Natasha called to explain why Yelena ran. You weren’t mad that you got the bruise, you were mad that she went missing. ‘Sorry.’ She whispered.   

‘They aren’t broken but we should wrap and ice them.’ She nodded and let you wrap her ribs, placing the other bag of frozen peas on them. Once they were wrapped, you pulled her shirt back down. You sat on the coffee table in front of her. Yelena finally allowed herself to look at you. You had bags underneath your eyes from the lack of sleep. When she finally spoke with Natasha, she told her that you’ve been worried sick. The bruise on your neck in the shape of her hand was still there but it was healing. 

‘Where were you?’ You asked softly. Yelena thought about lying to you but it didn’t seem smart. 

‘I called Valentina and asked for a job.’ Your eyes went wide. 

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ 

‘No. I needed space to think.’ You laughed, shaking your head. 

‘So you went to the one person that wouldn’t give you that and instead hired you to kill someone?’ Yelena looked at the floor as you pinched the bridge of your nose. ‘You don’t do that type of work anymore.’ Yelena shrugged. 

‘I hurt you. I gave you that bruise on your neck. Maybe it is all I’m good at, hurting people.’ Her accent was deep as she was struggling to keep her emotions in check. 

‘And if you let me explain instead of disappearing for 2 days then you would know that I’m fine.’ 

‘But I still did it.’

‘Yes you did.’ Yelena was shocked. ‘But you were in a nightmare induced state where you had no control over your actions. You were in fight or flight mode. I don’t blame you.’ Yelena didn’t say anything. You went back on your knees and grabbed her hands. You always asked permission to touch her. She was still healing from years of physical abuse and you didn’t want to trigger her. But you needed to prove a point. You placed one of her hands on your throat and curled the other in a fist, placing it on your cheek. She tried to fight you but in her injured state you were stronger. ‘Hit me.’ You said simply. 

‘What?’ Yelena questioned, her voice shaking. 

‘Punch me. Hurt me.’ You ordered. 

‘No.’ 

‘Come on do it!’ 

‘No! Stop it!’ She pulled her hands away. 

‘Exactly because when you have full control you would never hurt me, sweetheart.’ You cupped her face with your hands. ‘I was so worried about you.’ She closed her eyes, fighting away the tears. 

‘Hey, look at me.’ When she opened them a single tear rolled down her cheek, you whipped it away. ‘I love your eyes. Do you know why?’ Yelena shook her head. ‘It’s like watching the night sky or a beautiful sun rise. There’s so much they hold.’ Yelena’s lip shook. ‘I’m not giving up on us. Even if the skies get rough. Even if every night you wake me up from a nightmare.’ You smiled. ‘I’m giving you all of my love.’ The dame broke and tears ran freely down her cheeks. She let out a sob and pulled you into a hug. You were mindful of her ribs as she cried, wetting your shirt with her tears. ‘I’m not someone who walks away so easily. I’m here to stay. Because,’ you pull her out of the hug slightly. ‘You are worth it. We are worth it. I’m here.’

‘No one has ever stayed.’ Yelena whispered, her words shook from her tears. ‘Melina and Alexi gave us back to the Red Room. Natalia left me for the Avengers.’ 

‘I’ll be here. If you need your space I will give it,’ You paused. ‘Just next time don’t go to Valentine to kill someone.’ You said smiling. Yelena laughed. 

‘I didn’t kill anyone, that's why I look like this.’ You gently placed a kiss on her bruised lip.

‘We are worth it, okay?’ 

‘Okay.’

‘Dinner is almost ready. Just relax, heal, and I made mac and cheese.’ You kissed her forehead. 

‘I don’t deserve you.’ You stood up and looked at her. Your eyes held so much love in them that Yelena almost started crying again. She was getting a headache, from the crying or the repeated punches to the face.

‘Yes you do. You deserve love in all its forms.’ You finished dinner and put on a movie as you both eat. Dinner was finished and the movie was only half way over. You curled up against Yelena, sleep finally coming for you. Yelena placed a gently kiss on your forehead and fell asleep soon after you, no nightmares invaded her mind. 

*

You woke up to a hand running through your hair. You slowly opened your eyes, seeing Yelena smiling down at you. 

‘Good morning malysh.’ You hummed. 

‘Morning.’ Your voice was thick with sleep. Yelena loved it. It reminds her of home. Of safety. Of love.  

‘We are worth it.’ She whispered. 

‘We are.’

[holdmytesseract]

Doctor, give me them Drugs!

Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Request: “#51: "Are you planning on having an epidural?" #52: "Do I look like someone who wants to drug my baby?" #53: "I changed my mind I want to have the epidural."                                         

from the Ultimate Pregnancy prompts with Tom! i think it would be so hilarious. him trying to convince her to get one while she's arguing until finally she's like "you know what? you're right. DOCTOR, GIVE ME THE DRUGS!" 😂😂“Are you planning on having an epidural?”

love you! 💗💗💗 i'm so proud of you for posting your work!” - Requested by my lovely friend @youlightmeupfinn​ from this prompt list! :)

Summary: Tom and you are about to become parents for the first time. Your caring husband insists for you to have an epidural - what you decline wholeheartedly. But Tom continues to try to convince you, ‘cause he sees in how much pain you are.

Warnings: pregnancy, labour, suggestive smut - if you squint, a few swear words, fluff

Word Count: 2,1k - Yep, this one escalated completely and I love it.

a/n: Ugh, I had so much fun writing this! Thanks for requesting, girl! I hope you like it! I love you, too! 🧡🧡 Sorry, if there are any mistakes!

"Ugh... I hate it when you are away, filming," I huffed, pouting and tried to balance my phone on top of my enormous baby bump. I had just entered the 40th week and was about to pop at any moment. And my husband? Was about an hour car ride away, filming. He didn't want to go, of course. Didn't want to leave me alone at all costs, but I pursued him, told him that it'd be okay. I could handle my Braxton-Hicks contractions very well alone, just like everything else. I didn't do much after all, besides laying on the sofa, watching 'The Dirt' all day long and munching on some pickles with chocolate chip ice cream. So I thought. Now? Now I regretted my decision more and more...

"I know, darling." Tom's voice urged to my ears. "But weren't you the one, who send me away?" He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and sighed dramatically. "Yes, but... I am pregnant, babe! I make stupid decisions!" That made Tom laugh even more. "I'll be back on Friday, I promise." Again, I sighed. "Friday... Friday... Three agonising days I need to survive without my daily foot rubs and back massages. Not to mention breakfast in bed!" Tom stifled another laugh. "Oh darling... I love you." Those words coming from his mouth still made my heart beat faster. Even after all those years. My expression turned from pouting to smiling. "I love you, too." "Take care, love. I want both my girls safe and sound when I come back." "Of course, Tommy. I always take care." "Good girl. Go to sleep now. I'll call you tomorrow as soon as I can. Good night, darling. And good night, little Mia. Let mommy sleep tonight, alright?" My heart swelled even more with love for this man. "Good night, babe." I let my fingertips ghost absently over my bump, feeling Mia move inside me at the sound of her daddy's voice. "But I doubt that Mia lets me sleep. She misses the soothing voice of her daddy, lulling her to sleep at night with reading Shakespeare to her and her mommy." Tom's face softened. "Oh I miss that, too..." After we hung up, I tried my best to get some sleep, but these stupid Braxton-Hicks contractions wouldn't leave me alone... And well, when I woke up the following morning, I learned that my contractions weren't what I thought they were…

Another contraction ripped me out of my sleep. I sat up, hands resting on my belly as I tried to breathe through it. This one had been worse, I thought. I hoped that this wasn't it, but I got disabused. I struggled to get up, but when I finally made it and stood with both bare feet on the fluffy rug of our bedroom, I felt a sudden pop, followed by something liquid running down my legs. "Oh no... Oh hell no... Please tell me that I have just peed myself and not that my water broke." I rushed - okay, rushing was way too exaggerated... I waddled towards the bathroom to check and what should I say? I didn't pee myself. Even before I could stand up from the toilet again, hit me another contraction, causing me to grit my teeth. "Really, Mia? You choose to be born now?" I breathed through the contraction again and reached for my mobile. This was clearly an emergency now. I dialled quickly Tom's number, in hope that he'd pick up. To my sheer relief, he did. "Good morning, my love. How-" I didn't let him finish his sentence. "Babe, you need to get your pretty ass back home right now!" "Now? Darling, I just changed into my Loki costume and-" Oblivious idiot. "My water just broke, Thomas! Your daughter chose to make her appearance today! I fucking need you here!" I almost screamed in the microphone of the device. "What?! Your water just broke?!" I heard shuffling in the background and some keys jingling. "Darling, you must've had contractions. Why didn't you call me sooner?!" "Because I thought they were just Braxton-Hicks!" "Alright, alright, I'm sorry, Y/N. It's okay. Take a few deep breaths and try to stay calm. Call my mom or Luke. They can take you to the hospital. I am on my way, okay? I try to come as fast as I can." I nodded to myself. "Okay..." "I love you, darling." "Love you, too." After Tom had hung up, I did what he said and called his mom, Diana, who offered immediately her help. I didn't even have to ask. Honestly, I couldn't ask for a better mother-in-law and grandma for Mia. Diana was such a sweetheart. While Tom's mom was on her way to me, I got ready for going to the hospital. Therefore, that I just stood up, plus due to the breaking of my water, I needed to change first - which had been challenging before, but now even more. "Ugh... Why did I send your dad away for filming, Mia?" I huffed as I tried to somehow manage to slip in a pair of socks. Again... I regretted it even more. After what felt like hours, I was ready to go, just in time for Diana to pick me up and drive me to the hospital. "Thank you so much for doing this, Diana." I offered her a smile, which turned into a tensed expression as another contraction hit me. Diana reached for my hand and grabbed it, giving it a squeeze. "Of course, sweetheart. We are talking about the very first grandchild you and my son are giving me. I'd do this anytime for you!" Yes... I loved this woman. "You're the best, Diana." She smiled at me and squeezed my hand once again.

"I hope Thomas is on his way?" Diana asked me, as soon I got myself checked in and was brought in a room on the maternity ward, wearing meanwhile that typical hospital gown. Currently I steadied myself at the white wall, breathing through the contraction, which was rolling over me. "Yes," I panted. "I called him. He said he tries to be here as fast as somehow possible." As if on cue, the door to the room burst open to reveal a totally out of breath and slightly dishevelled Tom. He clearly ran through the rain, droplets of water dripping from his black dyed hair. Today wasn't quite a beautiful day - at least when you looked outside. He rushed immediately over to me, took me in his arms. "I am so sorry, darling. I came as fast as I could. How are you two?" I smiled softly at him. "It's okay, Tommy. You're here now - and that's what counts. Mia and I are good. The doctors just checked on me, but unfortunately, I am still far away from being able to push, so..." Tom answered nothing, just embraced me closer and pressed a kiss on my forehead. Then he went over to his mother. "Hey, mom." He greeted her with a kiss on her cheek and a warm hug. "Thanks for looking after Y/N." "Of course, Tom." She hugged him back. "And now that you're here, I can give you two alone time. This is your moment. Enjoy it. You're not becoming parents every day. This is something special." Diana smiled at both of us. "But I expect my phone ringing as soon as my granddaughter is born." "Thank you, mom. You'll be of course the first one who receives a call." I thanked Diana again, before she bid her goodbye and left. For the next hours, it was just Tom, I and my contractions - which got worse with every passing minute. Nevertheless, progressed labour awfully slowly and after eight hours of killing time and breathing through countless painful contractions, it began to get unendurable... "Ugh..." A groan left my lips, as I gripped the sheets beneath me and Tom's hand - so hard that it turned white. His other hand rubbed soothing circles in the clothed skin of my thigh. "You are doing so great, love." He tried to encourage me and coached me through every contraction. But I could tell by the look in his eyes, that it pained him to see me in so much pain. "Darling... I know we talked shortly about this before, but... Are you planning on having an epidural now?" We had discussed that topic before. Let's say it was off the table very quickly back then... After my contraction subsided again, I let go of his hand and sat up. "No, babe. I am certainly not going to do that." Tom sighed. "Why not, Y/N? You are in so much pain... This could make this process way easier for you." I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him an annoying look. "Tom... We discussed this before... And my point still stands. I am not going to do this. I'll go through this - like a woman." "I understand that, but... I also don't understand it." I huffed. "Babe... Do I look like someone who wants to drug my baby?" Tom raised an eyebrow. "Your baby?" Not a good idea to argue with me now, Hiddleston... "Yes. My baby. I am the one who carried her around in my belly for over nine months. My organs were the ones who got crushed, not yours! And I am the one who is going to give birth to her. All you did was losing control over your little Hiddles!" Tom's mouth fell agape at my words and he blinked. "Love, I- That's an entirely different topic! We were talking about an epidural!" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please, Y/N... I see how much you suffer. After all, you're almost over eight hours in labour... I just want you to be okay and make this as painless as possible for you." Tom tried to convince me, but I crossed my arms over my chest again, shaking my head. "Nope. I don't want that. No epidural." At this moment, I didn't know that I would eat my words just twenty minutes later, as another contraction hit me. And with 'hit me', I really meant hit me. It was a contraction like none other before. I almost ripped the pillow in half. Tom tried to help me breath and swayed my hips gently, but it just helped a little bit. I had my forehead pressed against his shoulder, whimpering. And that contraction was the game changer for me. It was just like my body had listened to the discussion between Tom and I. "I am so sorry, Tommy..." I whispered, on the verge of crying. "I think you were right... And I changed my mind. I want to have the epidural." "Really?" Tom looked at me, questioning. "You sure about that? I don't want to force you." I nodded. "Go, get a doctor. I'll take those drug- oh fucking shit!" The next contraction - which didn't hurt less than the last one, what a surprise, ran me even quicker over. Tom was immediately alarmed again, took my hands in his, so that I had something to hold onto. Another fifteen minutes later, we had talked with the doctors, who checked on me and Mia again and gave me greenlight to do the epidural now. "Are you to 100 per cent sure, you want that, Mrs. Hiddleston?" The doctor asked me, again, making sure that I really wanted this. I nodded feverishly, while holding on to Tom, digging my nails in his shoulders as I breathed through another contraction. "Yes! Give me those drugs! As long as Mia is safe and nothing happens to her!" The friendly female doctor smiled and shook her head. "Don't worry, Mrs. Hiddleston. Mia is going to be fine. It won't affect her in the slightest." "Then do it, please." Said and done. To my sheer luck hurt the epidural itself not too much. "How long again, until it eases the pain?" "The doc said ten to twenty minutes." Once again I nodded and tried to relax.

Once the strong painkiller took effect, I noticed, that birthing Mia had become suddenly a lot easier, proofing that Tom had been right. And well... No two hours later, I laid in the bed of a hospital room, gaze directed on Tom. He laid beside me with Mia laying on his bare chest, covered in a fluffy pink blanket. She had her eyes barely open, on the verge of sleeping. Her tiny fingers stuck in her mouth and she was cooing softly. Tom couldn't tear his eyes off Mia, leaned down to kiss her small head on repeat and whispering sweet nothings to her. He was currently in his own world, in which just he and his new-born daughter existed - and that was more than fine with me. My heart threatened to burst with love, as I watched the man I love becoming a dad. It was a thing, which was meant to be as it seemed.

[huggybug]

If you're still taking DILF requests maybe one with Nick Blankenburg and his kid moves from sleeping in a crib to a big kid bed but she's not a fan of the idea and Nick just stares at her cause he's already built half the thing

happy dilf day!

“Are you excited lovey?” You ask your daughter who was looking wearily at the big box in the middle of her bedroom. It was finally time for her to transition into a big girl bed and while she had been ecstatic about it every time you and Nick had talked about it over the last week, she didn’t seem too impressed now.

“You’re going to love it” Nick says as he opens the box. 

“Let’s go get smoothies while Daddy builds your big girl bed!” Hoping that the promise of her favourite treat would be enough to flip her mood, you hold out your hand for your daughter and she grabbed it quickly, shooting a look at Nick over her shoulder as you guided her out of the room.

...

“Babe, it’s ready!” You heard Nick’s voice come from her bedroom as soon as you got home and your now happy (smoothie filled) daughter ran to her bedroom. When you rounded the corner into her room, you saw the bed standing in place of where her crib used to be and Nick presenting it like it was his most prized possession.

“Do you like it love bug?” Nick asked when he noticed your daughter’s expression which looked confused.

“Where did it go?”

“Where did what go love?” You ask, crouching down next to her.

“My bed Mommy, it’s gone”

“I built you a new one!” You watch as she glances up at Nick, eyebrows tightly knit together.

“I don’t like it” She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. You look up at Nick who was running a hand through his hair.

“But it’s so pretty baby, don’t you want to sleep like a big girl?” You tried again, hoping that hearing ‘big girl’ would help convince her.

“No” She said simply before stomping away.

“Don’t tell me I built this for no reason, I almost broke my finger!” Nick whines and you laugh.

“She’ll be fine, the switch had to happen sooner or later” You shrug, hoping that by tonight, she would be ready for it.

...

She was not in fact ready to sleep in her new bed. After an hour of fighting with your daughter to sleep in her bed, you gave up and left it up to Nick. He was successful after 30 minutes and you were glad that it all seemed to be fine.

However, you were woken up not too long after by your bedroom door creaking open. “Hey, what’s wrong baby?” Nick sat up and held his arms out as your daughter padded over to his side of the bed.

“I don’t like my new bed Daddy” She pouted and you groaned quietly, how did she just wake up and decide she didn’t like it? Nick just stared at her with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Do you want to sleep in here tonight and we can try again tomorrow?” You ask and after a small nod, Nick set your daughter down in your bed between you two. She fell asleep within minutes and you shared a look with Nick over her head.

“How does she not like a bed? It’s comfortable!” He exclaimed and you chuckled.

“She’s probably just scared” You said quietly, not wanting to wake her again.

“I swear if I built that bed for nothing...”

“Calm down, she’ll like it eventually” You roll you eyes at how dramatic he was being.

[hugozboom]

Enabler

FEZCO X READER

TW: Language. Drugs.

plot: after you have a panic attack over lost drugs fez just wants you to quit.

lowercase intended

enjoy!

you lye in your bed feeling as if you are spinning. the adrenaline rush felt so good. you thought back to the fight you had with your boyfriend, now ex boyfriend, earlier about your addiction. your parents were loaded but never around making your house the perfect place for a huge party.

you stumbled down the stairs onto the couch in the first living room and called everyone you knew...and they called everyone they knew and so on.

soon and fast your house filled with everyone in town, including fezco, your now current ex.

you found yourself losing your high, putting you in a bad and spiteful mood. you found yourself dancing on everyone at the party trying to keep a good spirit but you felt the eyes.

while grabbing a drink you bumped into ashtray. he shook his head, "you're playing a really dangerous game y/n."

"we both know im great at pissing people off," you poured pink whitney into your red cup, "that's what im doing."

"come on you know that's such a bad idea. why don't you just get clean," you rolled your eyes and walked away. you snuck into your bedroom pulling out your secret stash of oxy, the stash you hid in your closet since fez tended to sleep over often. as you placed the pills on your tongue you heard a few knocks.

"y/n. hey we need to talk," fez stated on the other side. you swallowed hard and scrambled to hide the drugs, "hang on," you say in a flustered manner. once you swung open the door, your heart ached.

he looked at you with those eyes, the ones you fell in love with...but you started to feel the pills. you started to fidget with your hands as the two of you sat on your bed. completely out of it, you attempted to communicate.

"ion know, i think we should like try again," he was nervous. you were happy to hear him say that but here you were doing the exact thing that led to your break up in the first place.

"i don't know. i'm an addict," you sighed as the giggles rumbled in your stomach, "i need help."

fez nodded, "i know and i wanna help you. i dunno if i can watch you shake ass on anyone else anymore. i need my girl and...i know you can do it for real. it just scared me.  ion wanna lose you y/n," he took a sip of whatever was in his cup.

"that panic attack that you had over the fact that you didn't have drugs, it was scary you know. you shouldn't get like that over some drugs," he eyed you oddly as you zoned out just listening to what he was saying. you were so out of it.

"y/n...?" he called. it sounded like an echo at that point. He shook his head, "you high again...y/n...y/n come on man," he started to get up and leave. you knew if he left it was over, he was so disappointed.

"fez  wait please," you sniffed feeling tears coming as you grabbed his arm, "this was the last time. i was just upset you were mad at me. PLEASE. fez please."

"nah man i don't feel like losing more people. i told you. i'm done."

"fez..."

"it sucks cause i really give a fuck about you,"  he sighed and took your hand off his arm. just like that he left...left you crying and high.

the next day was foggy, school moved slow and soon you were back in your room laying with rue...high again.

"have you ever just thought." you say slowly forgetting what you were going to say. rue smiled, "thought what?"

"fuck em," for you, you meant everyone, for rue she probably meant jules. you both had your fair share with relationships recently. rue and jules just recently broke up. jules took off somewhere and rue stumbled upon you at fez's house. what made you more upset was that fezco gave you drugs first. you had really bad anxiety ever since you left your hometown. the new neighborhood was a big adjustment. so he gave you oxy's first. it just went from there.

"shit i have that meeting thing," rue rolled her self up to her feet, "you goin anywhere...i don't really wanna go back home."

"i'll be here," you say closing your eyes. rue left but the aching in your heart remained. you missed fez. you needed him. he was kind of the only thing keeping you here on earth.

you stuffed yourself into a hoodie and shorts and waddled over to fez's. thankfully he opened the door but he kept the screen door closed.

"what do you want y/n. we all out and i ain't sellin to you no more."

you shook your head, tears streaming down your face, "no no i don't want drugs i came to...i came to uhm talk." you couldn't even look at him.

for once you weren't high. not yet anyways.

"go ahead."

"you not gonna open the door?"

"it depends on what you say."

you sighed and explained to him how much you cared. you did want help but you couldn't do it without him. you WOULDN'T do it without him. ever.

"fez please just help me..please i-i need you and i miss you so fucking much," you slammed your fists into your thighs in frustration.

"you did this to me fez. to hell with all that leaving shit you did this to me and now you gotta make it better. you gotta- you gotta help..." your voice trailed off.

as you looked down you heard the screen door open then you felt a pair of arms wrap around you. just like that you were home and you were ready to become you again.