#and my mom started talking about that day and i got really emotional and couldn't stop thinking about taylor's song

[loserdiaz]

these precious things that time forgot

timeless by taylor swift // a picture of my grandparents dancing at my mom's wedding in 1995

[alloftheimaginesblog]

holding on {alex karev}

plot: you and alex aren't friends but he's the person that sits by your hospital bed day and night until you wake up.

character: alex karev (early seasons) x reader

The steady beeping of the various machines was something that Alex had grown tired of two days ago, the machine's volumes had been turned to 0 but his anxious eyes kept flickering to them every few seconds just to be sure. The background noise of the hospital was something he was used to and it was an oddly comforting sound. Now, the silence of being in the room with you had been nice at first but now that he was here, with you, waiting... just waiting... the silence was unnerving him.

He tapped his foot, checking the clock on the wall. Bailey should've been here by now, she promised him that she'd check on you every two hours. She was late. Anger surged through his body causing his heart to pound and his fists to clench.

"You're such an idiot," he could hear you scolding him in his mind, "if you just stopped dealing with your problems with sheer anger then maybe, maybe people would actually start to like you."

He scoffed.

You and him had hardly been friends. You and the rest of Bailey's interns were the best of friends, all living together in Mer's mom's house so why wasn't George or Izzie or Cristina or Mer here? Why was it Alex? That's all the four of them had been whispering about. Cristina asked Alex, Izzie asked Alex... hell, Bailey even asked Alex. Alex had ignored each of their questions and instead gave some snarky asshole comment with an eye roll. Alex didn't even know why he was here - why he'd purposefully demanded the week off to be by your bedside day and night sleeping on a camping bed with the scratchiest sheets in the world. He didn't know and yet, here he was.

You were annoying. You annoyed him. But since the news of the accident and since you'd been in a coma, Alex couldn't stop thinking about the way you laughed as you teased him. He couldn't get one specific moment out of his head.

You and Alex had been working on a case together - much to your dismay - and Alex had opened up slightly, letting you see that he was much more than what you previously thought.

"So... you're not just an asshole with the emotional range of a teaspoon, who knew?" You helped yourself to the bar stool next to Karev. Joe glanced at you, asking if you wanted your usual to which you nodded.

Alex rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

There was silence for a few seconds before you tried again, "I know you have this hard 'I don't care' exterior," you started, "and I know it's probably because of some past trauma in your life, Karev - believe me we've all got some shit - but..."

"Are you gonna keep giving me a stupid high school girl pep talk or are you gonna shut up and drink?"

It was your turn to roll your eyes now, "Joe, another round please."

As Joe poured the two of you more drinks, Alex sighed and looked at you, "Thanks," he murmured quietly, "I'm not- I don't..." he cleared his throat, "I don't mean to be an asshole all the time... I don't really know... Social shit isn't really my thing."

"Now who's acting like an emotional high school girl?" You teased. Alex laughed, a genuine smile stretched onto his face. Yeah... maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

So after the accident, Alex stayed.

It was then Bailey strode in, chart in hand, "Karev," she said glancing up for a second, "you look like hell. Don't you think you should go home get a proper sleep? Take a damn shower?" She could see the worry in him, she could see how stressed out he was; the dark circles under his eyes, his nails chewed down. Alex might not even know it yet but he cared about you.

"I'm staying," he said with a nod standing to look over her shoulder at your chart, "Any updates?"

"You tell me, you're the one who's been here since she got admitted." Bailey moved to you, turning the volume up on the machines, checking your levels.

"Oxygen levels were a little low at 3am, managed to level them out... No issues since." He nodded, arms crossed with a hand rubbing at his jawline, "Why hasn't she woken up yet, Bailey? She should be-"

"Karev," Bailey said, voice strong, "Go get yourself a cup of coffee, now."

"I don't-"

"Now, Karev. Let me do my damn job and stop hanging over me. Coffee."

With a few harsh words which made Bailey surprisingly laugh, Alex stormed out of your hospital room, storming past O'Malley and Stevens who had come to check in with Bailey on how you were doing.

Bailey leaned down closed to you, "If you die, god help us all... that boy..." she looked to the door where Alex had left from, "he'll be lost forever. So don't you dare, you hear me?"

The coffee machine was a minute's walk away from your room so Alex would know if anything were to happen to you, he would know but he kept checking over his shoulder anyway just in case. He was exhausted, he couldn't remember the last time he'd drank or even the last time he'd eaten. You had consumed him for the last two days; making sure that you were okay was his first priority.

He stopped at the coffee machine punching the button for a crappy black coffee that he wasn't going to drink anyway, "Come on," he grumbled as the cup dropped and the coffee began to pour in slowly, "Damn piece of crap machine, hurry the hell up!" He yelled suddenly, slamming his fist into the plastic front. Around him, people stared but he didn't care. When the coffee finally stopped, he pulled the cup out when he heard it.

"Code blue! I need a crash cart! Room 2203!" It was Bailey. It was you.

Boiling hot coffee splashed over the floor, the cup dropped and on the ground as Alex Karev took off running.

His heart pounded, usually the thrill was the thing he loved the most but this wasn't a thrill, no, this was dread. When he burst into your room, the first thing he heard was, "Clear!" and heard the noise of the defibrillator.

"What's going on?!" He yelled over the chaos.

"Get him outta here!" Bailey yelled, "Charge to 200! Get him outta here, O'Malley!"

George tried but a determined Alex was a strong Alex. He resisted George's grip, shoving him back every chance he tried to take him out. It got to the point that George gave up, "Dr Bailey!" He exclaimed, hopelessly as Alex barged to your bedside. Bailey couldn't do anything, she was busy trying to save your life, she couldn't deal with Karev as well so she let him be.

"Don't you dare die on me," Alex hissed, eyes flooding with tears, "don't you dare. Can't do that to me, (y/n). Can't have me sitting here waiting for two days to just die on me-" he looked to Bailey, "Save her... please."

Bailey's eyes met Alex's and she found a lump in her throat, "You hear him?" She asked you as the paddles charged, "don't you dare die on us, (y/n)." With one final shock, the monitor started to beep again, "Heart rate is coming back up," she said with a relieved sigh, "Thank the Lord. Levels are stabilising."

Alex collapsed into the chair at your bedside, hand clamped around yours, as his eyes closed, letting the relief wash over him. You were alive; you were stable.

"What- what caused it?"

Bailey shook her head, "Don't know, levels were fine but as soon as you left the room they started to drop so do me a favour, Karev," she looked pointedly at him, "don't leave this room again." Normally he would've bit back, said a comment about her forcing him out but instead, he just nodded falling back into his chair, hand still in yours, "I'll check every hour, okay? You page me immediately, got it?" Again, he nodded and then the room cleared out.

Alex didn't turn the monitors down, he needed to hear the steady beep to know that you were okay, you were alive and you were breathing. For the last three hours that he'd sat here, he had prayed to every god he could remember the name of - he didn't know if it counted but even started praying to some Greek Gods as well. Why have God in the title if it doesn't count? His hand was still firmly in yours.

Bailey had checked five times in the three hours, checking on you but also on him. She brought him a soda, a sandwich and a muffin and didn't leave until he'd drained half the can and eaten one of the sandwiches. He hadn't realised how hungry he was until he'd started eating, he devoured the rest of meal once she'd left. You were still stable but you weren't awake yet. Bailey was optimistic but Alex wasn't. He was dreading the worst, expecting your levels to become unstable again but as he was dosing off, he felt your hand twitch in his.

He shot up, "(y/n)?" He asked staring at your hand and then at you and much to his relief, your eyes began to flutter open. He let out a sound that was half laugh, half sob. Utter relief crashed over him, "You're awake," he grinned, "you're actually awake."

"A-Alex?" You croaked.

"Here," he said gently as he grabbed a plastic cup and straw and filled it with water from the jug on your bedside unit, "Drink up. How you feeling?"

"Sore."

"Multiple ruptured organs and a few broken bones'll do that to you," Alex teased with a smile. You noticed his hand was still in yours, warm and strong. He saw your eyes narrow at your joined hands and he was quick to pull his back despite everything inside him not wanting to, "I- I'm gonna page Bailey, you drink up." He helped you take the water and left. He was just outside, close enough to make sure that you were still safe - still alive.

It was as he left you looked around the room and you noticed the camping cot which was set up on the floor next to your bed. You frowned. Someone had been staying here. Was it... no, it couldn't have been Alex; Alex hated you.

Your thoughts were cut off by Bailey bursting into your room, "Oh thank the Lord," she grinned, "it's good to see you awake. You scared us." As Bailey checked you over, Alex returned to the seat next to you. Bailey saw your confused expression seeing him sat there, normal clothes not working, "Karev," she said, "go and get (y/n) a sandwich, will you? She's hungry." Alex went to argue, to tell Bailey she told him not to leave your room but Bailey's pointed look made him stop and nod. He left a second later giving you one last worried look, "She's fine now go."

You looked up at Bailey who sighed and looked down at you, "You had that boy scared to death, you know."

"Who? Alex?!"

Bailey nodded, "You're not the only one who's surprised. As soon as you were admitted he was here. It was his day off and he was here. Soon as you got outta surgery he was set up in your room. He hasn't left since Tuesday."

You looked down to the cot next to you, "He's been here the whole time?"

Bailey nodded, "I don't know what's going on between the two of you - if anything - but I'd say that there's something." Your frown deepened and Bailey smiled, "Just... be patient with him."

When Alex came back, Bailey gave you a secret nod with a knowing smile before she left promising to come check on you every hour and to not dare think about going back into a coma otherwise she would kill you. "I'm a doctor, I know how to save people but I know how to kill them too."

"Hey," Alex said as he placed a sandwich and soda on the unit beside your bed, "You okay?"

You nodded, finding yourself rather overwhelmed and touched by his actions. He - Alex Karev - had stayed by your side since the accident. What did that mean? What did Dr Bailey mean? You nodded quickly, "Yeah," you said softly, "just tired."

Alex puffed out a long breath as he sat in the seat next to your bed, "Yeah, you must be. Gave me- gave us all a fright."

Silence fell and the two of you fell into the comfort of the sounds of the hospital. You sipped at the soda Alex had brought before curiosity got the better of you, "Alex... why did you stay with me?"

You could've sworn his cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink but he rubbed his hands over his tired looking face so you couldn't have been sure, "Hell if I know," he muttered, "it's not like we're friends but... I didn't want you to be alone. You're the only one that's almost like a friend and... I dunno." He shrugged, "I don't really understand it myself." Maybe there was something deeper lurking under the surface but he didn't know. That was something you'd have to navigate together, "I know you'd have probably preferred Cristina or Mer-"

You took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Thank you, Alex," you whispered, "for everything. Thank you." Now, this time you could see the tips of his ears go pink. You smiled, "Now when are you going to shower cause boy you are looking rough-"

"Shut up!" Alex rolled his eyes but he laughed with you and for once, it felt nice to joke around with him. It felt normal. You didn't know what was going to happen but you somehow knew that he would be beside you, figuring out this crazy journey together and somehow, that made it a little less scary.

[katemartinismywife]

senior night - p.b

☺︎ paige bueckers x texas women's basketball player ☺︎ ☺︎ fluff ☺︎

"So you actually aren't coming?" Ryan asked her long term girlfriend Paige. "I can't make it mama, i'm so sorry" Paige was grateful that the two weren't on facetime. She was trying so hard to not tell the truth. Paige wasn't the best at lying, but she really wanted to give Ryan this special gift.

Ryan and Paige have been dating for over a little of four years. The two met while they were both at Overtime headquarters. After their first time talking they were inseparable. They had agreed to make long distance work and hope that one day their lives would settle, so they could move in together and start their lives.

Since basketball season has started they have barely seen each other since they were on different schedules. The last time they saw each other was when Ryan flew to Storrs for their game against Maryland. But that was back in November, it is now February.

Ryan had missed her girlfriend so much. It was beginning to hit her hard. All she wanted was to see her especially on her big day. "Are you at least going to watch?" Ryan sighed walking into the locker room. "I'm going out with the team tonight, but if it is on somewhere you know I will" Paige spoke trying to not break her heart more.

"I love you" Before Paige could respond Ryan hung up the call. Paige knew she was upset, but really hoped that this would work. She hated when her baby was unhappy. Paige was currently on her flight to Texas texting Ryan's sister about how much she hated hurting her.

Of course Paige couldn't do this big surprise by herself, so she allowed for KK and Auzi to come with her. Ryan loved the two girls, so it would be great for her to see them too.

Ryan slipped on her bose headphones and changed into her warm ups. "Ryan you okay?" Jordana asked her. Jordana Codio was her best friend on the team. "I'm good" Ryan smiled, but it never reached her eyes.

jordana: pb you got my girl stressing lol

pb: i love her sm

jordana: i'm excited for y'all 😭

It was officially time for senior night to begin. Ryan met up in the tunnel with her mom and her sister. Ryan was an a very emotional person, so she immediatly began crying. "Stop crying crazy, nothing has happened yet" Her sister laughed giving her a hug"

"Ryan Andrews"

Ryan began walking wiping her tears off her face and smiling as the crowd cheered. Finally being able to clear her eyesight, what she didn't expect to see was her girlfriend standing beside her head coach.

She stopped in her tracks with her hand over her mouth. Paige laughed walking up to her giving her a tight hug as Ryan broke down into tears. The love stricken crowd began to "aw". "Stop crying mama" Paige spoke wiping Ryan's tears off her face. "I want to kiss you so bad right now" She spoke quietly releasing her from the hug and holding her hand.

Coach Schaefer walked over to Ryan hugging her and giving her the microphone. "This is so awkward. Um, I just want to thank Coach S and all the rest of my amazing coaches for helping me improve throughout these four years. I have loved playing for this team. A huge thank you goes out to my mom, sister, and paige for helping me through all of the mental and physical breakdowns. I love you guys so much and I am not a cute crier, so I'm going to stop talking now" Ryan laughed hugging her coach again.

The crowd busted out into cheers and claps. "I am so proud of you" Her mom told her wiping her tears. "Thank you mommy" Ryan walked off the court hand in hand with her girlfriend. "You made me cry meanie" Ryan smiled nudging her girlfriend. "I'm sorry baby, but I wanted to surprise you on your big day" Paige pulled the girl into a hug placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Go win" Paige told her smiling at her.

TEXAS LONGHORNS W, 71-46

Right after the last buzzer Ryan ran right over to her girlfriend engulfing her into a hug. Ryan wrapped her legs around Paige's waist and secretly kissed the side of her neck. "You did so good mama" Paige smiled rocking the two side to side.

"Don't leave! I'm going to go take a quick shower and then I'll meet you out here" Ryan jumped off of her. Looking around making sure the coast is clear. She threw her hands around her neck kissing Paige's soft lips. "I love you" Paige spoke between kisses rubbing her hands up and down Ryan's back.

"don't go anywhere okay?"

"i'm not going anywhere" Ryan walked off smiling and throwing her arm around Jordana's shoulder. Paige watched the now overjoyed girl skip off to the locker room.

She really did find her person.

[killerlookz]

Hello my fellow Criminal Minds fan! 😊

May I please request headcanons for Spencer falling for a female agent who’s cynical about love and relationships due to being hurt in the past?

a/n: thank you sm for the request! i'd be happy to write this for you! :-)

Falling in Love Again | Spencer Reid Headcannons

pairing: spencer reid x f!reader

content: mentions of reader having been cheated on in the past, uhhhh that's really it haha

word count: 1,478 (sorry she's so long)

Spencer Reid had always been excited about falling in love, the thought of being so close to another person- to share so much with someone was such a wonderful thing to him.

Especially after watching his mom and dad growing up, and the way his father treated her-Spencer was dead set on never becoming anything like him, he looked forward to treating a woman right and spending the rest of his life with her.

But, for as excited as he was he was probably 20 times more nervous about the whole falling in love thing.

So when you came around, and he started to experience that warm, creeping feeling in his chest- he felt a little bit like his world was going to end.

Spencer had never made a move on anyone before, sure he did make out with Lila Archer that one time but he didn't exactly initiate it.

Spencer decided just to channel all of his romantic interest in becoming friends with you, at least he got to spend time with you, that's what really mattered to him. Maybe one day it would turn into something more.

Well.. he hoped until he couldn't help but overhear...

"I went on my first date in months last night, and all this guy did was talk about himself the entire time- didn't let me get a word out, I mean, can you believe it?" Emily says, exasperated

You look up at her as she stands in front of your desk, "Oh, trust me Emily, I can believe it." You shake your head

"I mean," She throws her hands up, "What is it with men? What's wrong with them."

"Everything," You smirk, "They're men. I can't remember I had a good experience with one of them- never maybe?" You laugh. "I've given up on dating."

Your words sunk into Spencer's brain, leaving him with a heavy feeling all around he felt awful- not just about the fact that his chances with you seemed to reduce to zero right there in that moment, but because of how upset you seemed under your sarcastic exterior, he could tell you'd really been hurt before.

A few weeks later you're out for drinks with Emily, Penelope, Morgan, Spencer, and JJ. Amidst the loud, drunken conversations and music at the bar- you can hear the faint chiming sounds of your ring tone, Who would be calling this late?

As you take your phone from your pocket, your stomach drops when you see the number flashing on the screen. The mere sight of those 10 digits making you want to throw your phone to the ground and stomp on it until nothing remains.

"Ooooh, who's that calling." Morgan smirks

You look him dead in the eyes and respond flatly, "My ex."

Morgan's smile doesn't fade instead his smirk seems to deepen, "You two got a little thang goin on?"

"No," You shove your phone back in your pocket, "More like he's trying to get back in my pants after cheating on me- twice."

"Ooh!" Morgan responds, wincing, "So he's a dog."

"A pig is more like it." You scoff, "Who does he think he is. I can't even imagine giving my time to another man again, and even if I could- what makes him so confident I'd give him the time of day."

That familiar heavy pain hits Spencer again.

He's staring at you, and it's like the rest of the bar doesn't even exist. Only you, as you bite your lip, trying to hide any emotion in your face.

Spencer has become good at reading your emotions, maybe it's because he spends so much time with you- maybe it's because of how often he finds himself staring at your face. As much as you try to seem nonchalant, he could tell how upset you are.

Spencer would spend more time than he wanted to admit fantasizing about treating you well, about giving you the love you never seemed to have.

Every time you made a snarky comment about love, or how men had treated you in the past Spencer would want so desperately bad to just tell you about how well he would treat you, how he would never ever hurt you, how he would spend his entire life taking care of you.

The words were practically scratching up his throat, begging to be let out. But still, he would just swallow them down, and give you a sympathetic look, he couldn't muster up being able to do anything more.

At the very least, Spencer's plan of becoming friends with you was working.

The two of you would become very good friends.

Spencer would learn everything he could about you, he would want to know as much as possible.

Not in a weird creepy way- but in a he just thinks you're so amazing he can't get enough of you sort of way.

Every time you and Spencer hung out he wouldn't be able to ignore that nagging feeling, the thought of putting an arm around you and pulling you close, of holding your hand in his, or placing a delicate kiss on your cheek.

The thoughts would eat away at Spencer, and he would only fall more, and more in love with you.

Still, he would lose more hope every time you divulged information about your prior encounters with love. He couldn't blame you for feeling so cynical it, not after what you'd been through.

Spencer would think about his mom, about all the wives Rossi had been through, about Hotch and Hailey, about you- he would wonder why love had to be so painful for some people. He was sure he would never hurt somebody he loved.

One day you're over Spencer's apartment, watching a rom-com, and you make a snide remark, "Oh, real love isn't like that." You scoff and roll your eyes.

Spencer doesn't know what it is, but something in him makes him respond, "It could be." He says meekly

You look up at him, caught off guard at his disagreement, "Hm?" you hum

Spencer wasn't able to take it any more, he hated hearing your cynical nature. He would need you to know how you deserved the entire world.

"Love- It can be like the movies." He affirms his stance.

"Not in my experience."

"I would give you love like that." Spencer would tremble as he makes his confession, so unsure of what would happen next.

He would be terrified of your reaction, scared he was about to mess everything up, ruin any future the two of you had together, and even worse, lose your friendship.

"W-what do you mean, Spence."

"I mean, you always talk about how you've been hurt before, and it just-" He takes a deep breath in, contemplating what he's going to say next, "I love you, y/n," He looks down at his lap, then back up at you, "I would never hurt you."

Despite the obvious passion in Spencer's voice, you were still hesitant about it, but everything inside of you told you to give Spencer a chance.

Spencer would insist on taking things slow, you were his first real relationship and he wouldn't want to rush things, for both his and yours sake. He wouldn't pressure you to put a label on things, or even say you're "dating"- those would come on your own time.

Spencer was determined to make you believe in love again, and he would do everything in his power to make sure you knew without a doubt how he felt about you.

Spencer would often get to work before you to surprise you with coffee and a breakfast sandwich, or a donut on your desk in the mornings.

He would insist on having a date night at least once a week, even if the two of you were on a case, ordering room service or finding a local pizza restaurant way late at night was sufficient, as long as the two of you got to spend time together.

Spencer would be hesitant about PDA or really moving too quickly into being too affectionate, still, he would frequently hold your hand, squeezing it tight when he could tell you were stressed or upset- either by a case or by life in general, he just wanted to give you that extra reassurance that he was there for you.

Spencer would really put the work in, he'd exert more effort than you had ever seen from any past relationship into even the tiniest things.

Spencer wouldn't mind though, anything he could do to reassure you that he loves and cares about you, he would do it.

Every little act of love and gratitude would be worth it to him.

He would savor and cherish every hug, every shared glance, every peck on the forehead, on the cheek, on the lips.

It was all worth it to him, every second of it- all he wanted to do was make you smile, to make you fall in love again.

[roosterforme]

Batting Practice Part 14 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: With a little help from Jake, Bob and Molly, Bradley gets a chance to plead his case. But you're still on the fence about the Phillies game, and Bradley can't stand the thought of disappointing Everett. He bought those tickets for the three of you, because he wants to be on your perfect, little team.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, and fluff

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

When Molly told you that she couldn't take Everett to practice on Thursday, you actually whined at her. You were a mess of every emotion that could possibly be felt right now, and you were afraid you'd collapse like a house of cards in a stiff breeze as soon as you saw Bradley's big brown eyes again. 

And then you remembered everything Jake said, and you wanted to run Bradley over with your car. You couldn't go on feeling this divided inside. You were exhausted and not sleeping well, and you snapped at Everett over nothing this morning. And now as you were about to pick him up and take him to practice, you needed to get back on track. You needed to stop thinking about Bradley.

"Mom!" Everett said, climbing into your car and buckling up. "Only three more days until the Phillies game."

You sighed and let your forehead rest briefly on your steering wheel before you started pulling out of the parking lot. "Ev, I don't know if that's still happening."

There was silence from the backseat. "Is this because you've been sad?" Your heart was squeezing in your chest as you swallowed hard. "Because the Phillies will cheer you up! And Coach Bradley will be there, and it's not on a tee ball day, so I can just call him Bradley like you do. And we can eat hot dogs like we did at the game last year."

"Ev," you managed to say, but there were tears in your eyes again. "We can talk about it more later, okay?"

"Yeah," he whispered, and you knew he was confused and upset, but you thought this was better than blindsiding him later. 

When you got to the ballfield, you made it a point to park far away from the Bronco. You changed your shoes on your way down to the bleachers like you always did, and Bradley came over to greet Everett like he always did. But his eyes were hopeful and set on you, almost like he was relieved. 

"Kitten," he whispered in that damn voice that made you see stars when you touched yourself in bed. 

"Coach," you replied without emotion, kneeling down in front of Everett to help him change into his cleats. 

"I can't tell you how happy I am to see you," Bradley said softly, and you could see him shifting from foot to foot out of the corner of your eye.

You kissed Everett's cheek and sent him over to Bob to warm up. Then you met Bradley's soft gaze with one of steel. "Molly was unavailable today. That's why I'm here. And I thought I told her to tell you to stop sending flowers to my house."

He nodded. "She did."

"Then why are there still flowers being delivered to my house?"

Bradley reached for you, but you stepped away from him. This was good. He was pissing you off. You didn't feel like forgiving him at all. He wouldn't stop with the flowers, and he was trying to touch you even though you didn't want him to.

"Kitten," he whispered. 

"Stop calling me that."

He sighed. "I know why you're still mad at me. You should be mad at me. I'm mad at myself." When you didn't respond, he said, "I'll stop sending flowers to your house if you let me walk you and Ev to your car after practice."

It seemed like a small price to pay, honestly. "Fine."

Bradley's eyes lit up like you had agreed to a lot more than walking forty yards with him. "Perfect," he whispered. "I can't wait."

You watched him walk away as you settled on the bleachers. Really, the walk to your car would only take a few minutes, and Everett would be doing most of the talking. You'd be fine. And over time, you'd get over Bradley and the way he broke your heart. 

So you watched the practice, trying to focus on Everett, but fully aware that your gaze made its way to Bradley every few minutes. You almost couldn't handle the way he was so sweet with your son, kneeling down to make sure Everett was okay after he got hit with a ball. You didn't have the heart to tell your son that there would be no more hanging out in the park with his coach. 

When practice was ending, you pulled Everett's shoes out and braced yourself for the walk to your car with Bradley. It would be fine.

Then you heard the other moms, and you felt like crying again as you looked down at your feet. "I see she's finally back at practice today, Tara." It was Sandra, not even trying to keep her voice down. 

"I don't see how she's allowed to be Team Mom if she's never here." What the hell? You only missed one game and one practice!

"Here comes Bradley. I think I'll ask him about it."

But Bradley must have heard them, because you looked up to see him and Everett standing in front of you. "Come on, Sandra, don't give her a hard time for missing a practice," Bradley said, and you gaped at him. He looked angry as he talked to the other moms. 

You turned to look at Sandra over your shoulder as she sweetly said, "It was actually a practice and a game, Bradley. And I'd be more than happy to take over her duties."

"No," Bradley said firmly. "She's the best, and I want the best for the team."

"It was just a suggestion," Sandra muttered, glaring at you as you stood and had Everett sit down. You quickly switched his shoes without a word and then you turned to Bradley who was looking at you like you were something to be adored.

"We're walking to the parking lot now," you told him. "And remember, no more flowers after this. Come on, Ev." You watched your son bounce a few steps ahead of you and Bradley, and you decided to be as cordial as you could. "And thanks, but I don't need you to defend me like that. I can take care of myself."

Bradley looked at you while you looked straight ahead. "I know you can. And you can take care of Everett, too. That's part of the reason I find you so sexy."

You pressed your lips together and tried to keep yourself from moaning. It wasn't fair that he was able to make you so confused with just his words. Then he added, "I'll always defend you both, Kitten. Always."

"Bradley," you murmured, emotionally lost between tears and attraction.

"You and Ev, whatever it takes," he rasped, his voice so soft as you watched Everett stop his bouncing. 

"Hey, Coach? My mom said we might not be going to the Phillies game."

"Ev," you said, cutting Bradley off before he could say anything. "I said we would talk about it later."

"But Mom, it is later," he replied, and you watched Bradley rubbing his face with his hands in frustration. "And I really want to go!"

Thankfully you were close to your car now, so you started walking a little faster. But you still heard Bradley say, "I really want to go, too."

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Bradley's heart was pounding as he opened the back door for Everett just like he used to. You had parked so far away from his Bronco, it made his heart ache even more. Before he closed the door, Bradley leaned in and said, "Great practice today, kiddo. I'll see you on Saturday? You'll be well rested? We need our power hitter against the Tiny Cardinals."

"Yeah, Coach Bradley," he replied with a high five. But Everett's disappointment over potentially missing the Phillies game was palpable, and Bradley's heart clenched as he closed the door. 

He turned to look at you, realizing this was his only chance. After this, he wouldn't be able to hold anything over your head to make you talk to him or spend time with him. If he didn't pull this off now, you'd kick him to the curb for good. 

"I'm not going to lie to you. I'm never going to lie to you, Kitten," he promised, and he watched your eyes flutter closed as you leaned back against your car door. "I said that shit so many weeks ago, because I was afraid of the way I felt about you. I was dying to get to know you, even after the first day we met. You and Ev? You're perfect, baby. You're obviously too good for me, that much is clear. And I was insecure, and I am embarrassed about it now."

"Bradley," you whispered, looking up at him with tears in your pretty eyes. The urge to touch you was almost too much, but he managed to keep his hands clenched at his sides. 

"I know, Kitten. I fucked up with you. I would do anything for you to forgive me, for you to let me try to make this right. Because I want to be with you, be your only ball of yarn. But I will get on my knees right now and beg you to let me take Everett to the Phillies game on Sunday. I'll beg you if that's what it takes, because I can't bear to see him upset. I can't be someone who lets him down after making a promise to him. Please." 

You just looked at him, your lip quivering as you wiped the unshed tears from your eyes. The words were right there on the tip of his tongue, but he was too afraid to say them yet. He knew you'd get right in your car and drive away if he dared to say them to you right now. So he nodded once and started to drop down to his knees, but you reached for his arm, keeping him up.

"Don't beg," you whispered, releasing him as soon as you were convinced he wasn't going to kneel down. He wanted your hand back on him immediately, but you were clasping your fingers nervously in front of you now, and Bradley once again couldn't believe he'd done this to you.

You sniffed and then said, "You can take Ev to the Phillies game, but you'll have to find someone else for the third ticket. Maybe Bob will go, too."

Bradley's heart was pounding. You were going to let him take Everett to the game. "Kitten, it's either the three of us going together, or Ev and I will sit with an empty seat next to us. I got that ticket for you."

You licked your lips and nodded, and Bradley was just about to reach for you, but then you said, "After Sunday, I'll figure out how to tell him that you won't be spending time with us outside of tee ball anymore."

And as elated as he felt over being able to take Everett to the game, now he was afraid he was going to cry in front of you. "Kitten, just think about coming with us, okay? Just think about not having that conversation with him."

You started shaking your head, but Bradley caged you in against the door, his fingers brushing your hair. "You won't let me drop to my knees and beg you. You won't let me try to be better for you. Kitten, you're breaking my heart. So please, please just don't make any decisions like that yet. That third ticket is yours if you want it. I don't need an answer yet. Just think about it." 

You were just a few inches away from him when you finally nodded, and Bradley let out the breath he had been holding. 

"I'll think about it," you whispered, barely meeting his eyes, and he moved out of your personal space as you opened your door and slipped inside. Bradley gently closed the door and watched you drive away as Everett waved to him from the back seat. 

As soon as you were out of sight, Bradley's phone rang in his pocket, and he scrambled just in case it was you. Maybe you already decided to give him another chance?

It was Jake. "What do you want?" Bradley growled into his phone. 

"Hey, are you coming to the bar tonight? I have some good news for you."

Bradley signed and headed for the Bronco. "This better be the best news I've ever heard."

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You were thankful that Everett's game wasn't until Saturday afternoon, because that meant Molly could come with you. She had been so good to you all week, making sure you had everything you needed and running Everett around when she wasn't working. Plus, she'd been spending a lot of time with Bob.

It was obvious to you that she was smitten with Coach Cute Glasses, and things were starting to heat up a bit for them. You were happy for her, of course you were, but every time you thought about the night that the five of you went out for pizza, you got jealous. You wanted that all the time. But you also wanted Bradley to respect you and Everett. 

"You ready to go?" Molly asked Everett as he was dressed in his uniform. 

"Ready!" he said with a high five. When you had walked past his bedroom door to make sure he was getting changed for the game, you saw him flipping through the binder of baseball cards that Bradley had apparently dropped off for him. The stuffed Phanatic was back on his bed for now. His Phillies cap was hanging on the doorknob. You were making the right decision by allowing Bradley to take him to the Phillies game. But you were a little sad you'd be missing out.

"Let's go then," Molly told him, bending to tickle his sides. "Stop messing around, Everett. We'll be late if you don't stop," she told him as she continued to tickle him until he escaped and ran out to your car. "God, I fucking love that kid."

You laughed for the first time in so many days. "He's the best."

Molly looked at you cautiously. "Bob told me that Bradley was grounded at work all week. He was a distracted mess, so they wouldn't let him fly."

You gaped at her. "He was?"

"He was," Molly confirmed. "According to Bob, he's a mess over what happened with you. He can barely eat, and he's been drinking a lot of bourbon."

You bit your lip against the feeling of elation filling you up. You didn't necessarily want Bradley to feel that way, and you certainly didn't want anyone to get hurt. But if he was really distraught because of you, then maybe he really did care. Maybe he really did have a change of heart. 

"And that's not all," Molly added as you followed her out to your car. 

"It's not?" you whispered, heart pounding.

Molly shook her head. "I'm only telling you this, because I'm pretty sure Bobby is incapable of lying. But Bradley told him he's never felt this way before, and he's in it for the long haul, willing to keep trying to get you back. He said you and Everett are perfect."

You froze with your hand on your car door. "He told me that, too, Molly. Do you think I should give him a second chance?"

Your sister sighed and just kind of shrugged at you. "I love you, and I want you to be happy. Did he make you happy when he wasn't being a douche canoe?"

You closed your eyes and pictured him eating ice cream with Everett on his lap. You thought about how he still showed up to Career Day. You thought about sitting on the beach and having cheap burgers and expensive champagne with him. "He did," you whispered, your forehead coming to rest against your car.

"Mom, we'll be late!" Everett called through the closed door, and you lifted your head to look at Molly.

"Maybe let him try to prove that he means what he's saying now, and not what he said before?" Molly suggested. 

"Maybe," you agreed, opening your door. 

This time you parked a little closer to the Bronco, and when you spotted Bradley, he was already making his way over. 

"There's Coach Bradley," Everett announced, hopping out of the car before you even had your seatbelt off. You watched Everett run right for him without hesitation, knowing he'd be welcomed by a hug and a pat on the shoulder. Bradley turned Everett's Tiny Eagles cap around backward just like his, and you could see Everett talking a mile a minute. 

"You're staring longingly," Molly remarked. 

"I can't help it," you groaned. "I want to believe him. I don't want to have to tell Everett that we can't spend time with him anymore. And I want to go to the damn Phillies game tomorrow."

"Then go," Molly urged. "If he fucks up again, you can pull the plug with no remorse. A third chance is one too many, especially where Everett is concerned."

When you climbed out of the car and made your way toward Bradley, he tracked your every move. "Kitten."

You pressed your lips together. "Hi, Coach," you replied, and you found it impossible to keep emotion from your voice today. Bradley must have noticed it, too, because he took a stumbling step toward you while his hand was still on Everett's shoulder. 

"How are you?" he asked, and Molly breezed right past him in search of Bob. 

You shrugged and said, "Okay."

"Time to start warming up," Bradley told Everett, and then when your son was gone, he took another step closer to you. "I miss you a lot, Kitten. I've been miserable. The best parts of my week were Career Day and when I got to see you at practice on Thursday. And right now. This is probably the best part of my week."

He was wearing down your resolve with his words and his unshaved face and the exhausted look in his brown eyes. And the fact that this was probably the best part of your week as well was at the forefront of your mind. 

Bradley opened his mouth to say something else, but you could hear the umpire calling for the coaches. "You better go," you told him, but he didn't move.

He swallowed hard, brown eyes on yours and asked, "Can we talk more after the game? Walk up to your car again?" 

You were nodding before you even knew it, and a hint of a smile graced his lips as he turned toward the team.

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When the Tiny Eagles managed to pull out another win, Bradley was happy. But when you let him walk you back to your car while Molly and Everett ran ahead of you, he was elated. Your fingers brushed against his, and Bradley was dying to take your hand in his. But then you moved further away from him.

He cleared his throat and adjusted his hat, beyond nervous about how you were going to respond to him. "I'll be at your house at noon tomorrow. That okay, Kitten?" You turned toward him with a puzzled look, and the afternoon sun made your eyes light up. 

"I thought the game started at four?" you asked softly. 

"It does. But there's something I wanted Ev to see at the ballpark before the game starts. If that's okay." Bradley was shocked when Jake managed to work his connections to get access to the locker room before the game. Bradley was also allowed to let Everett on the ballfield and pitcher's mound. Now if only you would agree to come, too.

You nibbled on your lip. "That should be fine. I'll have him ready to go at noon." Then you turned away from him and headed for your car, but Bradley reached out for your hand. And you didn't pull away.

"Are you coming too, Kitten? That ticket is yours. Like I told you from the beginning, I'd be happy sitting in any seat where I can see you."

Bradley watched your eyes flutter closed, and he pulled you a little closer by your hand. "Bradley, I don't know if it's a good idea."

"Me and you are a great idea. I didn't quite see it at first. Not the full picture anyway. But I do now."

Your voice was firm, but your eyes were soft as you said, "Everett and I are a package deal. You don't get me without him, and you don't get him without me."

"I understand, Kitten. You're a team. I'm dying to be on that team."

You sucked in a deep breath and said, "I'll see you at noon tomorrow." And then your hand was slipping from his grasp, and you were walking toward your car and pulling out of the parking space. And Bradley still didn't know if you'd be coming to the Phillies with him and Ev or not.

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When Bradley pulled up to your house at ten minutes before noon the following day, he had finally reached the point where he would accept what you told him. If you said you didn't want him around any longer after he brought Everett home tonight, he'd let you move on. He'd figure out a way to enjoy the last few weeks of tee ball with Ev, but then he would just get used to missing both of you. At least that's what he kept telling himself. 

Everett was bounding out the door wearing a Phillies jersey and his backwards cap before Bradley had even reached the porch. "Bradley! We match!"

Bradley laughed and gave him a hug. "We sure do, kiddo. I'll bet we're the biggest Phillies fans in the whole city."

Everett's eyes went wide. "Yeah. You're probably right." Bradley was eyeing the front door cautiously while Everett asked if he knew who the starting pitchers were going to be. 

"I'm not sure, but they'll announce it before the game starts," Bradley muttered, but there was still no sign of you. "Where's your mom, Ev?"

But then there you were, casually strolling out onto your front porch in ripped jeans and a Phillies shirt. And Bradley took that as a very good sign. "Do you want me to drive? Since I have the booster seat for Ev?" you asked, walking down the front steps to join them.

Bradley was gaping at you. "You're coming?" Everett was beaming, looking back and forth between the two of you. 

"Yeah, I'm coming," you said softly. 

Relief washed over Bradley, and suddenly it felt like the perfect spring day. It felt like he was being given another chance. "I'm happy there won't be an empty seat."

You smiled softly at him. "So you want me to drive?"

Bradley shook his head and reached for your hand and Everett's. "I bought a booster seat and installed it. I can drive."

Your palm slid across his as you echoed him. "You bought a booster seat? For Everett?"

"Yeah," Bradley replied. "And now I'll have it ready for the next time we go somewhere?" He heard the soft sound you made as you watched Everett climb into the backseat, and then Bradley leaned in close, his lips brushing your cheek. "Please, Kitten, tell me there can be a next time?"

You turned a bit, and your lips met Bradley's so softly as you said, "I hope so." 

With longing in his heart, Bradley opened the door for you, and then he walked around to the driver's seat. After he started the Bronco and shifted into drive, he let his hand come to rest on the seat, and you took it in yours. 

"This is the best day ever!" Everett cheered from the backseat as Bradley headed for Petco Park and the Phillies, feeling better than he had in over a week.

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Kitten is going to the Phillies game! Coach, do not fuck this up, my man! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

PART 15

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[sunny44]

Getting back on track

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x wife!reader

Warnings: angst, sickness and a lot of emotions.

Summary: Carlos was determined to make y/n change her mind and was willing to do anything to make her give up the divorce.

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Carlos’ POV

I was still completely in shock with the information.

Divorce.

I never thought I would hear that coming out of her mouth, I never thought I would have another person in my life besides her.

We have been together for so long that I never would have imagined that she would be thinking about this.

And the worst part is that I was the one to blame for her thinking this, it wasn't because she didn't love me anymore or anything like that, it was me who pushed her away, I’m the one that repressed her and didn't let her talk about her feelings.

"Dude are you okay?" I come out of my thoughts with Charles calling me.

"What?"

"You're standing there staring at nothing."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not, I can tell you're upset.”

"Personal problems."

"Do you want to talk?”

"Y/n want a divorce." At the same time charles is completely shocked.

"What?"

"That's what you just heard."

"Why? You are the happiest couple I have ever met."

"She doesn't want a divorce because she doesn't love me anymore or because I don't love her anymore. But she has been wanting to have kids for a while."

"And you don't want to?"

"Of course I do and I want to have a family with her but I said the wrong thing."

"What did you say?"

"I said we couldn't have kids now because I really have a chance to win the championship and I couldn't have any distractions."

"I can't believe you told her that having a family is a distraction."

"But it is, not in a bad way but how do you think I'm going to get in a car at 350km/h knowing that the love of mine life and my son or daughter will be out there? What if I die? They'll be alone."

"Carlos if you die you will leave her here, she will still be here if you die. The only difference is that she will have a part of you here, a part that will make her have you here still." I can't say anything. "A child is not a distraction and deep down you know that. So you'd better think about what you want for your life, because you want to have a family with her but if you back out of fear you'll lose her too."

That said, he put on his helmet and got into his car, and I did the same thing.

Y/n POV

It had been a week since Carlos and I were apart, every day he was texting and calling me all the time and it only stopped when I turned my cell phone off.

And then he started calling my mom who didn't know the real reason why I was at her house, she thought I just came here because I wasn't going to the Monaco race and didn't want to be alone.

But then Carlos called her asking to talk to me because my cell phone wasn't getting the calls and messages anymore and that's when he told her about the divorce and then she freaked out and is bugging me about why I want to separate from an amazing guy like him.

"I DON'T WANT TO OK?" I yelled already tired of hearing her talk. "I don't want to divorce the love of my life but I'm not going to stop my life just because he doesn't want to, I've already sacrificed a lot of things for him and our marriage but I'm not going to sacrifice my dream of being a mother because I'm a distraction and because he wants to wait until he’s not racing anymore, men don't have an expiration date for having children but we women do, and what if when he decides to stop it's too late? Because I'm sure he won't stop anytime soon.”

"And why do you think that by staying single now you will be able to find someone else to have a child? It's not something that happens overnight, not to mention that I highly doubt you'll be able to get pregnant by a guy who isn't Carlos."

"I've made up my mind, if you can't support your own daughter I'm leaving right now." I say trying to hold back the tears.

"My goodness honey don't cry." She hugs me and I start to cry. "I just don't want you to make the biggest mistake of your life by deciding something serious without thinking straight. You should go to Monaco, support the man in your life and explain your fears to him, not run away from him."

"I'm not going to Monaco, I need some time to think and calm down. But I'm going back home.”

"You don't have to leave, you can stay here.”

"I know but I need to be completely alone and also because of the piñon. I can’t let him alone”

"Alright, drive carefully and think about what I told you. If after analyzing everything you still decide that divorce is the best option I will support you 100%, I just don't want you to regret it later." She kisses my forehead and I go to get my things and left her house going back to ours.

When I get home I’ve played with piñon a bit cause when he saw me he wouldn’t let me walk, I turn on the TV to watch the race, even though we are not on good terms I still want the best for him and that includes success in Formula 1.

I remember as if it were yesterday the first race he won at Silverstone, it was a weekend I wasn't supposed to be there but I wanted to surprise him so I went and luckily I was able to witness his victory.

The sound of the worried commentators brought me out of my thoughts and I saw that it was one of the Ferraris that had crashed, they showed it very fast so I couldn't see who it was but when they said it was him I could feel my heart racing.

This was one of the parts I hated about racing, because I didn't normally think about it but I knew that at any moment I could lose him forever.

And that's when I felt a huge urge to throw up and if the downstairs bathroom wasn't close to the living room I would have thrown up on the floor for sure.

After standing there for a few exhausted minutes I got up, brushed my teeth and went back to the living room and was relieved to see Carlos already in the garage in one piece. At the same time I felt like crying even though I knew he was fine and it was then that I decided to send him a message.

Messages with Mi amor 🌶️

Me

Hi, I saw the accident

I would be relieved if you let me know if you are okay

I know we’re not in good terms right now but you know I still care about you

Mi amor 🌶️

Hey amor

I’m okay, a bit bruised but nothing serious

I’ll be home in a few days and I really want to talk about us

Me

I don’t think it’s a good idea

Mi amor 🌶️

Please

I am asking you for 5 minutes and if after that you still want a divorce I will not insist anymore

I’m not gonna keep ruining your life

Me

Okay

I’m home so I’ll be here when you come back

Mi amor 🌶️

Thank you

Is piñon okay? He was a bit sad after you leave

Me

Yes he’s ok

He’s right here next to me

Mi amor 🌶️

Ok

I have some things to do now so I’ll be home in a few days

I love you

Me

I love you too

…

The days passed and Carlos would arrive later today and even though we were in this situation I decided to cook our favorite dish for dinner.

I was finishing dinner when I heard the sound of keys on the door and took a deep breath to prepare myself psychologically for what was coming next.

"I'm in the kitchen." I warned him before he ask me.

"I figured by the smell." He appears in the kitchen. "Are you okay? You look a little pale."

"I am, I think I I’m sick."

"Are you sure? I've seen you sick before and I've never seen you like this."

"Don't worry I'm fine."

"I'll always worry about you." He tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and I closed my eyes with his touch. "You want to talk already?"

"Can we eat first?"

"Whatever you want."

Dinner was silent and luckily it wasn't an awkward silence we just didn't have anything to talk about at this moment. After he washed the dishes and I went to lie down on the couch as I was feeling dizzy and I was lying on it when I felt my legs being lifted and felt them being placed over his legs.

"Baby I'm worried about you."

"I'm just dizzy."

"Look I'm really sorry..."

"I'm pregnant." I said quickly interrupting him.

I couldn't keep it to myself anymore and I needed to get this weight off my shoulders.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant, that's why I'm like this."

"When did you find out?”

"The day after the accident in Monaco."

"And why didn't you tell me before?”

"Because the last time I mentioned about this matter we fight and I needed to process all of this first."

"Why did you decide to tell me before we talked?”

"Because I couldn't bear to keep it to myself anymore and even though we fought you are my husband and I can't keep anything from you for long."

"Baby come here." He pulled me by the arm and I snuggled into his lap. "I'm happy ok?"

"What?"

"I am very happy that you are pregnant."

"You don't have to lie to me."

"I'm not lying and you know I would never lie to you. I talked to Charles and he made me realize that my fear of starting a family while I'm still racing was stupid and that I shouldn't let my fear win because I would end up losing you and I'd rather die before I let that happen."

"Don't say that." I say looking at him and holding his face. "Don't ever say that again, okay? You're not going to die because I need you, we need you."

"I need you too." He kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry for what I said, I expressed myself in the wrong way and I never meant for you to feel the way I made you feel."

"I'm sorry about the divorce thing, I never really wanted."

"And I'm sorry that I made you feel that it would be best if you were no longer married to me."

"It's okay." I held his face with both my hands and gave him a lingering kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too. You and our baby." I smiled and he kissed me. "How far along are you?"

"3 months."

"WHAT?" He shouts and I cover his mouth. "So you’re pregnant all these time?

"Yes, our trip to Mallorca that weekend paid off." He laughs.

"Oh my God I'm going to have to change diapers." he says out of nowhere terrified.

"I'm going to have to deliver a child through my vagina, changing poopy diapers is nothing."

"You're right." He says calmer but then immediately widens his eyes. "What if it's born and I'm not here?"

"Honey, calm down, we still have six months to get ready."

"Piñon is going to get a little sister.

"Why do you think it's a girl?"

"Because I was born to be surrounded by women, you are our daughters." At this I started to laugh. "I'm serious."

"It's okay love." I kissed him once more. "Shall we go to sleep?"

"Sure, I'm really tired and you have to rest because you're looking like you're going to throw up soon."

"Yeah, I'll take a bucket with me." He laughed and we went to our room.

In the end the divorce never happened.

Part 3 with baby chilly?

Tag list: @spicyclover

[romanoffsbish]

Shelter me From the Storm

Actress!Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Stripped Bare (Part 1) / Two people asked for this and I already had the ideas so boom. 😂

Warnings: Loss of Parent / Grief. Post-Partum Depression (Not mentioned, but heavily implied—hygiene/eating struggles, struggle to bond/help). Media (Implied lack of respect for Sex Work).

Smut: Soft | Daddy (N) | Nat has a penis | Oral (Both) | Fingering | Overstimulation | Squirting | Unprotected / Breeding | Cockwarming (Plugging)

18+ | Minors DNI | Please Don’t Report, it’s labeled properly.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Natasha's raspy voice startled you, but it also soothed your aching soul. It'd been exactly two months since the two of you moved to Oregon to officially start your life together. "My mom, us, them."

The redhead nodded solemnly, worried eyes casted down onto your fidgeting hands. She settled down beside you on the porch swing, and took your freezing hands between hers. Gently as ever she kissed, and breathed onto them until she deemed them warm enough.

"You couldn't have worn mittens?" She teased, then her strong arms wrapped around your body so she could pull you into her lap. Her forehead leaned against yours as she tried her best to comfort you. It was you who broke the distance and pressed your lips to hers for a kiss that reminded you that you were really there.

——

You were still alive, even if your mom wasn't. The thought broke you, this idea that Apollo and Luna would grow up without her love.

"I miss her," you sniffled, and the redhead sighed empathetically, "Me too moya lyubov'."

A smile graced your face at the memories of Nat with your mom. They'd only known one another for a little over a year, but your wife stole your mother's heart instantly. The sick woman never missed a chance to talk to her, even if it involved interrupting your convos.

They had a pure love of you in common, so it was easy for them to spend hours talking. It warmed your heart, but also infuriated you to no end when your mom shared your secrets.

Natasha never needed to know about your failed prom, or about how you believed in Santa and his friends until sophomore year.

The redhead loved to tease you about it, even now, "Who else will tell me all your secrets?"

"Thank fuck that's over," you sadly joked, because embarrassing as it was, you'd let your mother release all of your most embarrassing moments in life if it meant she was still here.

"Ooh, What about Cole?"

You snorted, "Not if he wants to stay alive."

"You're no fun."

Silence soon fell over the both of you as you watched the rain harshly pelting down. The pavement, and dirt saturated in no time as mother nature wept, you weren't sure of her reason, but you liked to think it was for your mom. She loved the rain, it never presented as an inconvenience to her like it did for others, you remember chasing the rainbows with her.

Losing her was polarizing really. It was always coming, but you were never prepared for it.

All that really brought you comfort since she passed, was that she met your daughter first.

Luna Romanoff, the little girl with your wife's cheeky smile, and your mothers love for music.

At only ten months old she was a little rockstar. The xylophone was her go to instrument, it made you feel like your mom's name as her middle prophesied their clear connection. They had met, then five hours later your mom died.

Natasha took care of everything after, she still does some days when you can't manage. You usually feel bad, but every time she senses it, and reminds you that there's nothing else she'd rather be doing than caring for her family.

"I'm going to miss you too," you finally broke it, voice cracking as your emotions got the best of you. "I wish you didn't have to leave at all."

"Me neither," Nat replied in the same tone, a tear slipped down her face as she stewed over her departure this evening. Leaving you in such a vulnerable state wasn't easy, but she hadn't a choice as she had to do a slurry of interviews for her upcoming film, as well as clear the air on her sudden disappearance from Hollywood.

It was the only way the execs would let her off the hook for the premiere. The buzz from her interviews will give them enough scandalous PR. Especially when she announces this will be her last film for a long while. The seats will fill.

She'd pleaded for zoom interviews, but even being as big as she was, they wouldn't budge.

"I wouldn't go if I had a choice," she reminded you for the umpteenth time. "I know Natty."

"It just sucks," she voiced your thoughts.

You chuckled humorlessly, "Majorly."

The sudden sound of a cry through the baby monitor brought you and your wife out of your bubble of intermixed grievances, and right into the house where you found a shocked Apollo hovering over Luna's traveling bassinet.

Five minutes ago they were peacefully napping, one in a heap of blankets and toys, while the other was cozy in her bed. It was safest not to move your son, he'd have woken up lively.

Where he lays, he stays—a household motto.

The scene was clear as day, he'd climbed up onto the couch with a devious curiosity, and now it appears the young boy had slapped her.

Natasha swiftly moved to the side of the couch, stopping your son from repeating the offense with a gentle catch of his hand. With ease she scooped the boy onto her hip, then she lovingly reached down to smooth a hand over your daughters face. Her cries stopped instantly.

After your daughter was soothed you watched quietly as Natasha handled your son. Her look was stern, but her eyes were still adoringly soft. There was no true harm done, it was clear Luna was mostly just shocked, not genuinely hurt.

Plus, he's only two, this was like a canon event.

"Apo," she called his attention to her with the nickname derived from his inability to say his. "You have to be gentle," she softly reminded him, using her hand to mimic proper touch as she continued to brush her hand over your daughters face until she was sleeping again.

Apollo butchered the word as he repeated it, but he mimicked her perfectly. Tiny hands covered in god knows what reached out to cup her face, something he'd seen done before. Both of your hearts beamed at the boy for his slow, but steady understanding. This would probably happen again, from both ends, but you knew that it would be an easy resolution.

Natasha's gentle approach to the kids was a surprising discovery you'd made. Not that you expected her to be downright cruel, but you just expected more sternness from your former experiences. But then you remember the Natty that you'd loved was always there back then too, and then it all makes sense. The first time you witnessed it was when your infant son was playing with an extension cord. You wanted to run over and rip it from his hands, but she'd stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

Instead she walked over to him, created some static electricity with her hands then tapped his. It seemed almost cruel, but then she picked him up as he wailed, then that soon faded into hiccups and it all became clearer to you.

He'd wanted her attention all along, and she taught him a valuable lesson in the process.

The gentleness came right after, when she held him close while she hummed a Russian lullaby to soothe him. All the while pointing to the enticing cord and saying a simple, firm no-no.

You remember watching them fondly, with a smile on your face, a hand on your bump, and a subtle sense of relief that'd washed over you.

No matter what came, you knew you'd all be safe with Natasha. Parenting was a learning curve, without your mom to guide you you've lost it, but you felt like she'd had it mastered.

That's why after the night slowly crept in you anticipated the arrival of your little brother. He's flying in from New York, and should be to your house by 8:30pm, and Nat has to be gone by 9pm, or she knows she'll never make it.

Apollo had already gone down for the night, but Luna Bear was still a live wire. Bouncing on her mama's hip while haphazardly shaking her head side to side in a tiring game of 'no-no'

"Wow, you've gotten so big Lunar Eclipse," your brother greeted the giggling baby, who turned to him with a wide, curious smile. Natasha sent him one as well at the relief she felt since she no longer had to shake her head.

"Luna," you corrected with a fixed glare. "I've been meaning to ask you about that sis."

"Cole," you warned through gritted teeth, and for the first time Natasha had realized the help she planned might actually be the bother.

"Why would you name your kids like animals?"

Natasha glared at your brother just the same, coddling the baby into her chest with a hand over her ear to shield her from hearing him

"You're the most annoying person on Earth," you deadpanned, he gasped in offense. "Give me the cat, and say your sappy goodbyes."

Natasha's arms around your waist stopped you from chasing your cackling brother down as he took your giggling daughter into the house.

"Don't leave me with him," you pleaded. "I won't look good in an orange jumpsuit Nat."

Natasha snorted softly, "You're so dramatic." Then she leaned in to kiss you slowly, a bunch of unspoken words being exchanged: 'I'm only a call away,' 'Don't kill your brother, please,' and 'Seriously, call me if you need me,' but the most important of messages came tumbling from your very own parted lips, "I love you."

Natasha smiled against you, she instantly repeated the sentiment, "I love you too Y/N. With all of me. You'll be okay detka. Promise."

The driver honked impatiently, and you fought off the urge to flip them off. Natasha rolled her eyes as she saw the petty conflict behind yours. "I'll be back in three sleeps sweetheart, you take care of yourself while I'm gone please."

Natasha sighed as she saw you bite your lip, a nervous habit of yours she'd become familiar with. You never wanted to disappoint Natasha, but you felt like you always were when you couldn't even manage the mundane tasks.

"It's hard, I know it is," she sympathized with your newfound wave of inability. "But eat, drink water, and sleep whenever possible."

"I'll try," you whisper against her chest as she hugs you close for a final moment. "That's all I ask moya lyubov, you deserve to be nourished."

"Three days," you whispered, your eyes shut tight as you reeled in your emotions. You could break down when she made it onto the road.

"Then there'll be no more leaving, we got this."

"Safe travels Natty." You kissed her cheek, then made the move to slip from her grasp, knowing all too well that she wouldn't willingly let go.

As you entered the house she watched, making her driver more irritated but she didn't care. His paycheck was signed by her, therefore his patience was paid for. She watched closely and nearly broke down when she saw a little Luna crying as her hands slammed into the window.

It was strange, how the ten month old could understand the implications of her mother in the car, and it hurt the woman's aching soul.

Once you locked the door, and scooped your daughter up she told released a breath and told the driver he could take off as she sent off a worried text to Cole, begging him to keep an eye on you like he promised her he would.

Then she sat back and began to count down the milliseconds until she could return to you.

—

The following morning came with a wake up Facetime call, your wife waited until it was 9am your time, then spent hours virtually cuddling. Around 12pm she bid you farewell, as it was 3pm in New York, her interview was for 6pm, but with makeup and wardrobe it was time.

It was live, so at 3pm you'd ensured the babies were already down for a nap, and settled onto the couch in some clean pajamas with your emotional support water bottle, and chips.

Natasha looked beautiful as she crossed the stage, with practiced elegance she flashed her award winning smile, and you swooned. It felt like it was directed at you, and with it being your Natasha you realized it probably was.

They discussed the movie, it was a smooth interview, until the hot topic, you, came up.

"So, tell me Natasha, who's the mystery girl?"

Natasha instantly grimaced, but quickly shook the expression for one of happiness. "My wife."

"Wife, huh?" He chuckled nervously, you both saw a question on his mind designed to send you spiraling. "Fans across the globe really thought you'd end up with Wanda Maximoff."

Natasha breathed harshly through her nose, it took all of her patience to remain composed.

"Wanda is nothing more than a lifelong friend." Natasha cooly replied. "Who's happily engaged, need I remind you, to The Vision Stark."

"Hindsight is 20/20," he jested awkwardly.

"Mhm," Natasha hummed, not even humoring the man with a response as she watched him fumble through his note cards for more. She smiled, it was perceivably smug, and made you feel something you'd yet to in almost a year.

He took a steadying breath before his face relaxed, then he continued his futile attack.

"I have it on good authority that your wife, Y/N Y/L/N." Natasha cut him off, "Romanoff."

"Sorry," he replied annoyedly, "We've been informed that Y/N Romanoff was a stripper."

Natasha nods thoughtfully. "Is there a question there, or are we just stating useless facts. If so, I'd like to inform you your tie is on wrong."

Your eyes widened, in all your years of knowing of Natasha, you'd never seen her so snarky. It was really hot, and you truly couldn't deny it.

"I guess, if it wasn't obvious," he starts shakily, as if he feared the 5'3 redheaded woman. "The world is wondering if that's how you met."

"Well, the honest answer is yes." The audience gasped, she rolled her eyes behind her lids knowing they were likely prompted to do that for shock value alone. "I know right? How shocking that rich people still go to strip clubs."

Her eyes then narrowed onto the nervous host. "As if you yourself aren't a regular Johnny."

"Jimmy," he timidly corrected and she laughed. Boy did she laugh, it was mocking, and had the man sweating through his shirt. "My apologies, so tell me Jimbo, does your wife know what happens during the actual late nights? We both know this show is mislabeled. It ends by 7pm, but your life is only just beginning then right?"

The raven haired man gulped, it was clear Nat was prepared for his intrusive questioning. You caught sight of Natasha's sideways smirk just as the show cut to a commercial, and when it returned your wife was no longer there. Cole snickered from beside you, "Mom would have loved to see this, God, I adore your wife Y/N."

You hummed your agreement, then left him to tend to the crying babies while you answered your wife's phone call. She was panicking, but you reassured her that it'll be okay. That her die hard fans wouldn't leave, and that with the progressive nature of Hollywood that she'd likely receive accolades for her honesty, and her overall support of the sex work industry.

Even if you both knew it wasn't a guarantee, Natasha couldn't help but to believe you. In the end, if this is where her career ended she didn't mind. She had more than enough money to retire, and she still would have her business.

Natasha ended the call after you'd calmed her as she had more interviews to prepare for.

It felt fulfilling being there for her, helping her through a freak out for once instead of it being the other way around. You knew it wasn't a competition, but it's hard to think otherwise when it's always you on the visibly weaker end.

There was a renewed confidence in your step now, and it showed when you fixed lunch for the whole house instead of letting Cole. You'd ushered him off to play with the kids, and got comfy with the concepts of cooking again.

—

When the next day came you got to hear from Nat sporadically. She told you all about her day, the highlight apparently came when she got to answer fan's questions while playing with cats. You rolled your eyes, knowing now that she'd be insufferable until you finally said yes to her taking in the stray kittens that lived amongst Wanda's garden. The brunette wanted to take them to a shelter a week ago, but Nat told her she'd win you over soon enough.

She begged again before she got off the call, and she was right, because that evening you sent her a picture before she went to sleep of a relieved Wanda on your doorstep with a box.

Natasha called you on the verge of tears, she'd only hung up the phone an hour ago so she could take a shower and get ready for bed. It was only 4pm for you, and 7pm for her, but she had an early morning interview before she was then meant to catch an afternoon flight home.

So, after she thanked you profusely, she settled down in her bed, and you on the couch as you pulled up her most recent interview done with Clint Barton. An actor turned talk show host.

He was also her very best friend, so of course she gave him the tell all story others wanted.

"So Natasha," Clint started with a teasing smirk. "Mhm?" She hummed playfully, her eyes softly rolled as a smirk overtook her face.

"When do I get to meet my niece and nephew?"

"Whenever you catch a flight out to Oregon."

"That's right," he bounces off her seamlessly, "You made the bold move to the Beaver state, what is in Oregon that's not in LA or NYC?"

"Peace," she answered simply. "It's gorgeous, and it's where my love wanted to end up."

Clint smiled, it was incredibly genuine as he admired the lovesick one your wife wore. The man has yet to meet you, but he plans to hug you tightly in silent thanks for changing her life for the better and making her this happy. He's watched her through every phase, the partying, all the meaningless hooking up, to the present.

Where she is outwardly softer, but as expected she is still guarded where she needed to be.

"Your love," he acknowledges, a slight tease to his tone as he met her eyes again. "Why don't you tell me all about who's taking you from us."

Natasha glared at him, but it was a playful way, that she agreed to, to ease her into her purpose for this interview. "You know Clint, I've been acting ever since I was a kid," she thoughtfully began, "It's all I've ever known honestly. It's been my greatest passion for three decades."

She took in a steadying breath, then sighed while wearing a shy smile, "It wasn't until I met her that I envisioned more for myself," her cheeks reddened at the thought of exposing herself in such a vulnerable way to the world.

Acting, telling others stories, was what she did best, but it felt foreign to tell her own like this.

With her eyes closed she imagined your smile, then she heard the memory of your kids giggles and suddenly it was the easiest decision. "Y/N is my light at the end of the tunnel, truthfully."

Clint nodded proudly, leaning back in his seat to metaphorically open the floor up to her.

"I know the world is already freaking out, some angry that I'm off the market, others mad that she's a former stripper, but I don't know why any of that matters to them." Natasha frowned as she tried not to cry. "People are saying my career will end with this, and to those people I say good fucking riddance. I've given almost every last piece of me to this industry, and if me finally choosing my happiness is a problem then I'll let it be for only them. I'm happier than I've ever been, and that is my truth."

"So, you're leaving Hollywood behind?" He asked for clarity, and she shook her head in a partial negation. "I have decided to take a step back, this upcoming film is going to be my final for an indefinite amount of time. I want to focus on my family, and I deserve a break."

"That you do Natasha," Clint acknowledged, behind him on a screen a slideshow of all of her hit movies began to appear. Emphasizing the focus of conversation. "If you retired today I'd say that you've left your mark on the world, even more so with those beautiful babies."

"They are my entire world." Natasha clarified, they were her legacy, sure, but they were so much more than that too. They were a perfect mixture of you both. Apollo with her distinctive eyes, and your sweet smile. Then Luna with her smile, and dimples and your huffy temper.

Both with their own blooming personalities.

The redhead smiled brightly when a photo then flickered on the screen of your little family. The four of you were sat on a park bench, Apollo stood on her lap with his hand pointing to something behind her, she had smiled at the camera, but her eyes focus was torn between him and the phone. Then sat beside her was you, with a blanket over your chest, shielding the hungry baby from the harsh Fall winds.

It was meant to be a cute family photo, and it still was, but far more dysfunctional than intended. Natasha had tried to get Apollo to turn around, but he wouldn't take his eyes off of the firetruck in the back. Then Luna cried, and it was clearly hunger so you let her latch on, and even then it could've been cute, but then she grunted angrily so you covered her.

"You guys look happy," Clint acknowledged, and the woman smiled fondly. "We are."

"Well, I hope that in a few years time we'll be able to see you back on the screen," Clint moves to wrap up the segment. "But if we don't, then I'd like to dedicate a moment of silence to the greatest loss in the industry."

"Oh stop it," she joked tearily, leaning forward to playfully shove his shoulder. Clint winked at the emotional redhead, then he yanked her up and into a bear hug. "Tell Y/N I look forward to meeting her," he whispered, then he planted a kiss on her cheek, and she left the stage with a chorus of loud applause following her.

You turned the TV off, then wiped at the few tears that she'd elicited from you. Seeing her so vulnerable on TV, all in an attempt to make the media go easier on you, was overwhelming. It made your heart swell with more love than before and you couldn't quiet grasp how you could even love her more than you already did.

It also made you want her more than you did yesterday. No longer was it a feeling you could ignore, but instead a deep seeded need you'd had every intention of satiating upon your wife's return. Which is why you rebooked your brothers flight home, and reminded him about that one time you covered for him when he rear ended your evil neighbor Mildred's parked car.

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The last thing Natasha expected to find as she entered your house late at night was you. But on the couch you sat, with a glass of red wine, and in a matter of seconds you were on her.

"Moya lyubov' I said drink water," she groaned, but it was a humored one. You looked up at her with wide eyes, then you smiled innocently. "Would you believe me if I said that Jesus showed up and magicked it himself?"

"Oh, is that so?" She cackled in a hushed way, you nodded vehemently. "Scouts honor Natty!"

"Mhm?" She teasingly hummed, the vibrato felt as she pressed her lips to yours, and you gasped affectedly. Natasha tried to pull back, feeling guilty for looking like she was trying to initiate anything, but then she felt guilty for feeling guilty because of course she wants you.

"No," you whimpered and clung to her biceps. "Daddy please, I-I'm ready." You were wet, desperation was controlling your mind now.

"You're drunk detka," she pointed out, but you showed her the bottle, proving that you'd only poured the one glass and hadn't had more than two sips. Which was only for liquid courage.

"What's changed for you?" Natasha pulled you down into her lap, you whined in frustration, but then you saw the glossy viridescent orbs full of concern waiting for your reply.

"Seeing you lose your cool on TV over me was hot," you admitted shamelessly, stroking her big ego in the hopes that it'd soon be her cock.

The redhead blushed, but quickly regained her cool as she leaned back into the cushion of the couch and firmly gripped your thighs apart.

"Can I see how hot it made you detka?" Her raspy voice made you dizzy, you nodded and moaned a soft please so she eagerly padded at the wetness seeping through your panties. "Oh look at you detka, you're just so needy, huh?"

She cursed in Russian when you answered with a buck of your hips. With a swift hand she laid you down and said, "You have to be quiet."

You shook your head. "I reminded Cole of a secret I kept, so he collected the kids and all they'd need and went to the guest suite."

"I knew I married a genius," she teased, her heart nearly exploded as you laughed. It'd been so rare to hear nowadays, so it was cherished.

"What do you want moya lyubov'?" Natasha looked deep in your eyes, wearing a smile that said only your pleasure was enough for her.

Instead of answering you pulled her down with a hand wrapped behind the nape of her neck. The kiss was soft, almost exploratory as it'd been so long since you'd had a spike in libido. But when Natasha still remained timid you took the initiative, your hand cupped her bulge, and you slid your tongue over her bottom lip.

She gasped and your tongue pushed beyond her lips, but hers expertly swirled around yours then darted down your throat. As you gagged she couldn't fight off the aching need so she pushed down into your hand and moaned.

The redhead pulled away, panting heavily as she tried to reel her neediness in. You drove her body wild, but she didn't want to get too lost in the lust if you weren't ready yet.

"You've been so patient with me," you purred, "Let me take care of you daddy, please?"

Natasha suddenly stilled, her sorrowful eyes set on  yours. "Hey no, detka, you deserve endless patience without expectations."

"Yeah, I know," you breathed. "But we went from having sex every few days to not at all."

Natasha smiled tenderly, her hand cupped your cheek. "That's fine, I don't need sex to be happy with you Y/N. You alone are enough."

"Well, that sentiment is returned, but I'm absolutely serious, so let me give you head."

Natasha was shocked by your bold words, it was a quick recovery though as she snorted, "If I ever say no, please do have me committed."

Natasha smiled triumphantly as you giggled, it always made her heart warm to hear your joy.

The mood swiftly returned to one of lust when after she leaned back you slid out and onto the ground on your knees. The woman was tired, jet lagged to be more precise, but that didn't stop her from helping you take her sweats off.

Natasha was undeniably aroused, her cock stood tall as soon as you slid her boxers off.

"You gonna stare all night detka?" Natasha teased, then her eyes softened. "If you're not ready, just say the word lyubov', it'll be okay."

You shook your head free of worry, and smiled at her for being so sweet. It was comically endearing. Here she sat with an erection that had to be hurting her at this point and she only cared about your comfort. Which actually only made you even more excited to suck her off.

Natasha groaned, the sound raspier than ever before as you traced your tongue over the veins of her cock. Her hands gripped the cushions of the couch as your lips wrapped around her tip, and she nearly came on the spot as your hands steadily pumped up from the base of her cock as your other hand lazily played with her balls.

Her breathing became increasingly labored as you bobbed your head up and down her length, you could feel yourself dripping down your thighs as you'd gone commando beneath her sleep shirt. Hearing just how much she was enjoying this had immeasurably turned you on.

Natasha's hips involuntarily jerked. "Oh fuck." You giggled around her shaft, the vibrations making her do it again, and this time you'd choked. Universal instant karma you suppose.

Natasha stilled, fearful eyes looking down into yours. "I'm okay," you immediately said after gasping for air upon releasing her cock, you didn't move far though, you instead hovered her tip with a goofy smile for hopeful clarity.

"Are you close?" You asked, but with how her shaft continued to twitch beneath your fingertips you'd figured you had your answer. Natasha nodded, it was uncharacteristically shy and you found yourself wanting more soft sensual moments just like this one with her. 

"Good." You mused. "Now how about you take over and cum down my throat as a reward."

The way you winked made the pit within her begin to unravel, Natasha's tip instantly coated in pebbles of white as you took over half of her length into your mouth, and proceeded to let her fuck your throat until it was raw. Your nails dug into the skin of her thighs that you were gripping for stability as she thrusted wildly, and glorious tears ran down your warm cheeks.

When she released down your throat the pleasure was blinding, her eyes slammed shut and she moaned for a prolonged moment as the hot spurts didn't stop. Strands of her cum slid down your chin along with your drool as she continuously thrusted until that wave of pleasure she was riding came to an end. 

While you both caught your breath you began to get handsy, impatiently pulling at the hem of her shirt until she removed it with a huff of amusement. You then kissed up her body until her cock was trapped against her abdomen by your slippery cunt, and your lips met hers.

Natasha's hands fell to your hips instinctually, and she guided you as you slowly ground into her, letting her tongue explore your mouth. When you whimpered with need she pulled back and you were met with dark, lusty eyes.

"I know you want me inside detka," she teased as she ran a thumb over your swollen lip that was still somewhat coated in her essence. "But daddy's missed your pussy in more ways than one, and I can't help but to need to taste you."

"Please," you whispered affectedly, and she pulled you back in for a deep, heartfelt kiss. "Thank you detka, lay down for daddy now."

Natasha removed your shirt seamlessly as you laid down, the fabric had barely left your skin before you felt her hands all over your body. One second they were gripping you by the hips to keep you from bucking into her face, then they no longer cared as they sought out your breasts. Natasha's tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves just as her thumbs pinched your nubs, and your body writhed as you came.

The orgasm you experienced was intense as the aftershocks continued rolling through you, and in retrospect it was also embarrassingly quick. But it'd been so long and Natasha was just that good, she never struggled to get you to let go.

Every muscle in your body relaxed for all of two seconds, but then the redhead continued to lavish away at your cunt. Cleaning up your arousal, but then delving even deeper to pull another, somehow more intense orgasm from the depths of your soul. Stars bloomed behind the lids of your eyes as you screamed her title.

Over and over again too. Natasha was like a woman starved as she refused to leave her place between your thighs. When you tried to shimmy away she growled, it was terrifying, but in the best way as you involuntarily gushed.

You knew that if you really needed her to stop you could say your safe word, but as much as you felt overstimulated you felt just as good.

"Fuck I missed this," Natasha moaned as she continued to lick at your glistening, puffy cunt. "If I could, I'd never leave this sacred spot."

You were cognitively incapable of a verbalized response besides the occasional, pitiful whine.

Natasha admired your fucked out face briefly before turning your whimpers into loud moans as she wrapped her lips around your clit, and sucked harshly as she suddenly filled you with three of her skilled fingers, that now curled delicately into your g-spot with every thrust.

Tears streamed down your temples, matting your hair to your face, and seeping into the cushions of your couch. You came with a yelp this time, cum absolutely drenching the couch and leaving Natasha in awe. You however were hardly able to breathe, or see as the tears made your sight bleary. This was when your hands flew into her hair, tangling up in the locks as you used all your remaining strength to pull her up to your lips in a redirecting manner.

Natasha kissed you sloppily, her fingers now coming to a stop as she understood your silent pleas. Slowly, after distracting you with a swirl of her tongue around yours, she pulled out. You whined lowly at the loss, but your body appreciatively deflated into the cushions, and while you worked to calm down she began to kiss all over your skin in a calm, soothing way.

"We should go get you cleaned up lyubov'," she murmured against the skin of your neck that she'd been nibbling, your breathing had finally returned to an evened rhythm. "No, please."

Natasha pulled back to look you over, she was shocked to see your eyes desperate for more.

"Are you sure detka?" You frantically nodded, "Yes, fuck, I want you to fill me so bad daddy."

Natasha pressed her lips to yours, and slid her throbbing member into your slick cunt without a hitch. Neither of you were going to last long, and truthfully neither of you needed to. There was already stars where the ceiling once was as your lover pounded into your sloshing cunt.

"Gonna fill you to the brim detka," she moaned against the shell of your ear. "Can't wait to see your beautiful belly grow with my baby again."

Her breaths were hot as they fanned across your twice as hot skin. Every grunt she released brought with it a reactive clench of your walls, and it drove the woman atop of you insane.

Natasha came with a silent scream, her load unleashing havoc on your abused walls, you were a moaning mess as she slammed into your g-spot repeatedly as she chased this glorious high, milking it for all it's worth and herself as well in the process. When she came to a stop, and pulled out of you she gasped.

The amount of cum that oozed out of you was jarring at first inspection. Natasha had never released this much in her life, she's almost certain it's impossible for that much to exist inside a person at once but she just rationalized it as a delayed release for the year without sex.

There was no way you wouldn't get pregnant.

Especially not after Natasha thrusted back inside of you, mumbling something about preserving the chance that made you chuckle.

"Are you prepared for a third baby?" You teased your wife, with a hand mindlessly running through her hair as she laid with her face pressed against your chest. "I once told you detka, I'd make you my breeding bitch."

You cackled, chest shaking beneath her head to the point that she had to lift up and narrow her eyes at you. "I'm not sure why that's funny, but yes, I'm prepared for whatever life brings. With you by my side I'd willingly raise a dozen kids."

Natasha smirked when your humor died away, eyes wide with fear until she finally took over laughing for you. "God, you looked so scared."

You scoffed, "I was. That's a lot of c-sections." Natasha pursed her lips in thought, then she shrugged her shoulders. "Not if we have twins."

"We'll leave the twins to Maximoff," you soon decided over a yawn. "I think two more is fine."

Natasha leaned down to kiss your lips. "Two more sounds perfect. A simple family of six."

"There's nothing simple about you Natasha."

"Yet you love me anyways." You could hear the insecurity in her tease, and it hurt your heart to think someone ever made her feel unlovable. "That I do." You gently guided her lips to yours, kissing her slowly before you guided her face back to the crook of your neck. "Very much."

Neither of you spoke another word, you just laid there soaking in the warmth of your love before slipping off into a restful nights sleep.

The first in a long time actually, and the last genuine one before Raven and Leo arrived. 

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Nat's former job: Acting / Y/N's: Stripping

Nat's current job: Breeder / Y/N's: To be Bred

❤️ Kaitlyn. 🤭

[jenniferjareauwife]

Hey, can you write about JJ fostering a teenager (reader) and reader is pretty traumatized by other homes, so they’re scared to show basically anything other than happiness, even around JJ, even when reader just really needs to cry and not keep it all bottled up

You're Safe With Me

pairing: jennifer jareau x foster daughter reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: abuse

word count: 923

age: 14

summary: jj is the first foster mom you can cry around

I had to stop myself from crying on the bus ride back from school. It was a terrible day, I got a bad grade on my science test and I sat alone at lunch again. I really needed someone to talk to but I had no one. I've never had anyone to talk to. I had never stayed in one home long enough to form a connection with anyone and all my foster families only kept me for the money.

I made it upstairs before I couldn't hold my tears back anymore. I sat down on the foot of my bed and wiped away my tears before it could get out of control. "How was school?" I heard JJ's voice coming up the stairs.

"Don't come in I'm changing." I blurted, hoping it would be enough to keep her out.

"Ok." I heard her footsteps stop outside the door, giving me enough time to wipe away the rest of my tears before I opened the door.

"How was school?" She had a big smile on her face, waiting for permission to step into my room.

"I-It was ok." Her smile fell a little bit.

"You sure? Can I come in?" I hesitated but nodded, letting her into my room. I sat down on my bed and avoided eye contact. "You have any homework?"

"A bit." She sat down next to me and I moved away, not wanting her to see the emotions I knew were coming through on my face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." It came out too fast almost like it was a response hardwired in my brain.

"You sure?" I nodded.

"I um...actually need to show you something."

"Sure hon. What is it?" I didn't answer, just reached into my backpack and pulled out my science test. "Oh." She took it and her face fell a little bit. "Do you need me to sign it?"

"Yeah." She nodded and grabbed a pen from my nightstand, signing it quickly before handing it back to me. "Is that it?"

"Yeah...why?"

"You're not mad? No yelling...I still get to eat dinner?" Her brows furrowed.

"I'm not going to yell at you and of course you'll still get to eat dinner." I sniffled, trying to hold back tears. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" I shook my head and held my face in my hands. "Hey it's ok...y/n talk to me. What's going on?" I shook my head. "Can I touch you?"

"I don't know."

"Hey...it's ok, can you look at me?" I lifted my head up hesitantly and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"Today was just so bad." I sniffled, my heart beating out of my chest, waiting for her to walk out and slam the door or yell at me for crying but none of that happened. "I...I failed my test and then I ate alone at lunch again and I-" I was cut off with a sob.

"Shh, it's ok. Is it ok if I hug you?" I nodded so she wrapped her arms around me gently, pulling me against her and cradling my head against her chest. "It's ok." She started rocking me back and forth. "I've got you. Let it all out hon, ok?" I nodded, wrapping my arms around her, feeling like I could actually rely on someone now.

Once I stopped crying I still kept my arms wrapped around her, needing the comfort I never got. "Why'd you think I'd yell or not give you dinner?" She gently played with my hair.

"Other people have done it."

"Like who?" My heart started beating a bit faster. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it but if it was your other foster parents we have to report them to make sure they don't do that to anyone else." She started slowly rubbing my back. I stayed silent, just trying to get myself to relax in her arms. "Ok. We don't have to talk about it right now."

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Of course. I would never yell at you honey, ok? Yelling doesn't help anything." She kissed the top of my head gently, wanting to make me feel safe but not wanting to overstep. Once she kissed the top of my head I completely broke down again, feeling all the stress from the past 14 years of my life out in her arms. "You're safe with me honey, you're safe with me."

"Please don't let go." I whimpered.

"I'm not going anywhere hon." She whispered. "I'm right here." She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed the top of my head again.

"I've never...done this before." I sniffled between words.

"Cried? Or cried to someone?"

"Cried to someone. I always had to pretend to be ok." She hummed in response.

"You don't have to pretend with me." That made me cry even harder. "I've got you." She rested her chin on the top of my head. "I'm always here if you want to talk, or cry, ok? I'm always here for you." I looked up at her with teary eyes. She smiled down at me and kissed my forehead, making my heart melt. "Now what do you want for dinner?"

"Pizza." Her eyes lit up.

"Ooh, I'm in the mood for pizza too." She continued stroking my hair. "What kind?"

"Cheese."

"Cheese is my favorite too." I smiled up at her, feeling the connection that I hadn't felt with any of my foster moms, knowing that this is where I was supposed to be. This was home.

[ashwhowrites]

So good by Halsey

This fic is inspired by this song, but you don't have to listen to it to understand the plot. Summary of the song ( and fic ) is - two people that would have been amazing for each other but never got the chance

Angst ahead~~~ pretty long, so buckle up <3

I really love the idea of this and I hope you guys enjoy it as well :)

Never proofread - it glitched and moved some paragraphs around - I think I fixed it?

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Y/N and Eddie have been best friends since middle school. Side by side through everything. She was there when his dad hit him. She kept her window unlocked for him to sneak in. She'd hold him as he slept and clean his cuts in the morning. She was the only person he allowed himself to be vulnerable with.

She held him when his dad got sent to jail and his mom left. They cried when he moved in with his uncle. But she refused to walk out on him. She biked to Wayne's the second her house phone rang, and his sad voice cut through the silence.

Once they made it to high school, she realized she had fallen in love with him. She realized his smile made her stomach flip. His laugh made butterflies fly all around her heart. That she never felt happier than when she was tucked in his arms. His smell warmed her all over, and she felt like his hands were crafted just to hold hers.

Freshmen year and sophomore year passed, and she never got the courage. Falling helplessly for her best friend every day. Nancy always encouraged her to say something. Promising her that Eddie felt the same way. But Y/N was scared he'd reject her, and she'd lose him forever. She promised to never walk out on him that night his mom left, and she needed to stay true to that.

She knew Eddie didn't handle his emotions well, and she didn't want to scare him away. If she said that she loved him more than a friend and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. That he'd run away in seconds and never be the same with her.

Eddie never showed interest in anyone and that made it easier for her. She could hide behind the fantasy that he was waiting for her to make the move. Their friends always talked about how cute they would be, but she could never read Eddie's expression. She couldn't tell if he agreed or was disgusted with the idea.

But it was senior year, this was her last chance to get the boy of her dreams before she ran off to college. She spent all fall preparing to ask him out, Nancy was growing impatient when the ground went cold and the snow started to fall. But Y/N didn't see the rush, she had the rest of the year to do it.

"I think it would be best to do it the last day I'm in town! If he says no and breaks my heart, I'm leaving the state anyway!"

"That's a horrible idea. You can't run from Eddie. You promised him." Nancy would always remind her, causing Y/N to roll her eyes and accept defeat.

But she and Eddie had a lot in common, and running away from issues was a big one. But Nancy was right, even if Eddie didn't feel the same they'd vowed to be there for each other.

January was close to the end and the winter dance was right around the corner. The school voted to have girls ask the guys.....kill her now. She could take this chance to ask Eddie or make a joke that dances are lame and ask to hang out at his place. The second option felt more appealing because there was less of a chance he'd laugh in her face.

Nancy thought it was the best news in the world. Jumping as she cheered that this was the exact push Y/N needed.

And it did push her, just in the opposite direction.

~~~

She caved and listened to Nancy, swallowing her anxiety with a shot of courage, and planned to ask Eddie.

She didn't want to do a sign, she wanted something that Eddie would like.

So she bought a guitar pick, something that showed she knew who Eddie was. Something she knew no other girl would ever think of.

Nancy beamed happily as she looked at the pick.

"This is amazing!"

Y/N felt proud of her idea. So proud that it almost made her feel confident to ask him.

~~~

It was the Monday before the dance, and Eddie hasn't said a word about it. Which meant, no one asked him.

She gave herself a pep talk all morning in the mirror, today was the day she'd ask him to the snow dance. He'd say yes, and she'd slowly work on telling him her feelings, and it'll all come together.

She waited outside the school that afternoon, chickening out to do it in the morning. She didn't want to spend the rest of the day hiding from him.

After school just made more sense. She waited for him to finish a deal, sitting in his van as she listened to his tapes.

She held the pick in her hand, crushing it in her grip as she nervously scanned the parking lot. She sat up straighter when she saw Eddie walking out with Chrissy.

The deal was with Chrissy?.....he didn't mention that.

She watched as they hugged and he walked to the van. Her stomach turned at the smile on his face.

She held her breath when he got in. The music was blaring but all she could hear was her racing heart.

"What was that about? Chrissy does drugs now or something?" Y/N tried to joke. Desperately needing answers but was too scared to seem like she cared enough.

"Oh no! She...um...she asked me to the dance." Eddie said, scratching his head as he shyly looked over at her.

Y/N felt like she could burst into tears. The exact day she finally got the nerve, a fucking cheerleader beat her to it.

She put on her best fake smile, slipping the pick into her jacket pocket near the door.

"That's so great!" She said, hating the way he got more excited from her reaction.

"I know! I mean I've never thought about Chrissy liking me in that kind of way. But she's cute and nice. I think it could go somewhere fun." He shrugged.

"Oh! So you are thinking it'll be more than just the dance?" Y/N choked out. She could handle losing him for a night. But multiple nights? He's going to start liking her. He's going to fall in love with her. And she'll fall too. Oh my god, they were going to be together. Eddie would have a girlfriend and it wouldn't be her. Eddie would be dating a cheerleader.

"....you there?" Eddie asked, waving his hand in front of Y/N's face.

She snapped out of her thoughts, quickly throwing herself back in the conversation. Realizing she distracted herself from hearing his answer.

"Yeah! Yeah, I just forgot I need to get home. Can we leave now?" She asked, buckling her seat belt.

Did she lose her chance completely?

~~~

It was the night of the dance and Y/N did her best to stay collected around Eddie. Not that he would notice, suddenly all his time was spent with Chrissy.

Nancy and Steve refused to let Y/N be sad and alone all night, so they planned a sleepover. Nancy hosted as she got Mike dressed up for the dance as well. El asked him and he was more than happy to be her date.

Y/N watched how adorable the young couple was. Steve offered to give them a ride when Mike said that Eddie was picking them up.

Hearing the name, Nancy and Steve snapped toward Y/N. Nancy had an apologetic look on her face, she had no idea.

Y/N waved it off. She was fine and she didn't want to make anything uncomfortable with the group. She hid herself away on the couch, staring out the window to prepare herself to see Eddie again.

Once he pulled up she wanted to cry all over again. He was dressed up in black pants and a white button-up, he looked beautiful. She wanted to imagine he was there to pick her up, take her to the dance, and have their happy ending.

But Chrissy sat in the front seat, looking gorgeous as ever. Y/N felt her heart pounding as he walked closer to the front door. She hid herself from the view of the front door, staying out of his eyesight.

Once Mike and El left with Eddie, she broke down in tears. He was going to a dance with Chrissy and she sat alone crying about it on the couch.

~~~

Just like she feared, Eddie and Chrissy made it official after the dance. Everywhere Y/N turned, there they were. She hated how happy they looked. She questioned if she ever made Eddie smile that wide or made him laugh just as hard. Did she make him happy like Chrissy did? Did he like Chrissy for a long time but never said anything?

~~~

They were reaching the end of senior year, and Eddie and Y/N were still best friends but his heart was still captured by Chrissy. Y/N spent all winter long forcing herself to get over Eddie. Vowed to have her feelings melt away like the December snow. But now the snow is gone, and her feelings remain the same. She feared she might always love him and that he'll always be her biggest what-if.

It pained her every day to watch them fall in love, but as Eddie's best friend she dealt with it.

She bit her tongue and helped him ask Chrissy to prom. Another special event of her senior year that she spent sobbing alone. She was selfish, and she hated that Eddie ruined these special moments for her. But she couldn't find it in her heart to go with anyone else.

She felt betrayed that he never seemed to care. He used to notice one change in her eyes and make her talk it out with him. Now he doesn't even notice she's falling apart at the seams. He doesn't even care that she isn't at her senior prom. He didn't question if anyone asked her, didn't ask her what she planned to wear or anything of the sort. He simply didn't care.

Graduation came before she knew it. And her fresh start was on the horizon. She'd leave the town behind and start somewhere new. Somewhere that didn't remind her of Eddie everywhere she turned.

She would spend this last summer with him, cherishing every moment she got with him, and move on.

But she barely saw him that summer. The only person that saw him was Chrissy. At the end of graduation, he moved into a new apartment. Y/N was his best friend and she's never been to the apartment. She still checks in with Wayne Eddie stopped visiting him as well.

Wayne and Y/N enjoyed each other's company. She told him all about moving to New York and the amazing opportunity she has there. She told Eddie at the start of the school year but it didn't seem he cared to remember. She was supposed to leave in September but plans changed and now she's leaving in a week- August.

He didn't bother to see her all of June and July, so she figured he wouldn't make time for her during August so she accepted arriving in New York early. Wayne offered to drive her to the airport and she couldn't have been more thankful for him. She lost Eddie, but she never lost Wayne.

~~~

Eddie was planning to sell his old van. He's been fixing it all summer long to raise the value. He needed the extra cash to help him pay rent. Part of him wished Chrissy offered to help pay the rent since she practically lived with him, but he wouldn't ask that.

She was inside preparing dinner as he worked on cleaning the inside of his van. He worked on all the important things first. Now he had to take out all the small things that made the van his.

He started with the back seats, making sure nothing was underneath. He smiled when he saw an old bracelet, snapped with beads everywhere. Y/N made him in middle school, and Eddie wore it every day until it wouldn't fit. He remembered the day it gave out, and the beads exploded in the van when Wayne drove her home. She gasped next to him in the backseat, tears in her eyes as she realized it was broken. Eddie felt himself laughing at the memory. He scooped up all the small beads and put them in his pocket. His stomach turned when he realized he hadn't seen her in so long. He knew he was to blame for that. He let Chrissy take up every hour of his life.

He moved on from that memory, taking out the trash and old receipts. He saw a receipt with a number written on it. He looked at it confused until he remembered where it was from.

"Hey, are you dating the girl you were eating with?" Eddie looked at the waiter confused. Y/N ran off to the bathroom as Eddie paid for their meal.

"I'm not, why?"

The waiter smiled and quickly placed down the receipt. Eddie hated the smirk on the guy's face.

"Could you make sure she gets my number?"

Eddie saw that the receipt had the boy's name and number written on it.

Eddie felt a tad guilty he never gave her that receipt. But he was boiling over with jealousy at the thought of her calling him. Eddie didn't like to admit it to himself very much, but he always had a crush on her. But that was something he planned to take to his grave.

He crumpled up the paper and threw it in the small trashcan he brought out with him. He cleared the back and moved to the front.

Taking down the sun visor, he watched all the polaroids dump in his lap. He barely used the visor since it snapped off the second he touched it. He took his time looking through the photos he forgot all about.

Smiling at all the ones Y/N was in. The summer before freshman year Wayne got him a camera and Y/N used it like it was hers. Snapping pictures of Eddie, Eddie, and Wayne, and some of all three of them together. Eddie remembered when that was the only family he had. He felt his eyes watering as he watched himself and her grow up through the pictures she took. Twisting in his gut when he realized the last date was Junior year. They didn't have a picture at prom or even graduation. The two big events she swore they'd take the most pictures at. Neither of them had any. Eddie quickly put the pictures in his pocket, the guilt feeling worse knowing he stood in the way of those pictures happening. He felt his blood burn when he opened his glove department. Pictures of Chrissy scattered all around. All are dated from senior year to now. The pictures didn't make him smile like the way Y/N did. The pictures didn't take him back to the moment when the camera flashed like Y/N's did.

He missed her.

He smacked out the old tape that got stuck in his radio. Groaning when it fell to the side of the passenger side door. He quickly got out of the van and opened the passenger door. The tape fell on his feet, he bent down to pick it up. But his eyes caught something small and silver under the seat. He threw the tape in the trash and then moved the seat. He scrunched his eyebrows as he grabbed the small item.

He realized it was a guitar pick, but he knew he never had a silver one. He flipped it over, even more, confused as he saw writing engraved on it.

"Pick me for the senior snow dance"

Eddie was even more confused. He's never seen the pick in his life, he put it in his pocket. And closed the van. Heading up to his apartment.

He walked in as Chrissy finished plating the food.

"Hey, baby?" Eddie asked

She looked up as she sat down at the plates.

"Yeah?" She asked, her blue eyes questioning his confused state.

"Did you make this when you asked me to the dance?" He asked, handing her the pick.

She looked at it just as confused as he did.

"Um no." Chrissy shrugged, handing the pick back to him as she sat down to eat.

He sat down to eat, listening to Chrissy talk but not paying attention. His mind reeled about where the pick came from. If it wasn't her, who else would have asked him? He doesn't think it was planted for him to find, almost like it was dropped.

"Are you listening?" Chrissy asked, her voice snapping Eddie out of his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, honey. I just don't know where it came from." Eddie groaned

Chrissy looked at the pick again, a sick feeling in her stomach.

"Could it be from her?" Chrissy asked Eddie was confused by who she was talking about and why her eyes seemed sad.

"Who?"

"Y/N, Eddie. Do you think she would have tried to ask you to the dance? The pick is a very clever idea and I think she would be the only one to think of something like that." Chrissy explained. She hated that she knew she was right. Even if Eddie didn't think she was. Y/N was always Chrissy's competition, but Eddie didn't see that. He didn't see the way he talked about her or how he smiled at pictures of her.

She wanted Eddie's heart, but his heart was already Y/N's.

Eddie froze and his heart started to pound. The possibility of Y/N trying to ask him to the dance made him sweat. Was she asking as a friend? Or did she want something more?

"Um, I don't know," Eddie said honestly.

~~~

The dinner was silent after that. Both their minds were thinking about what would have happened if Y/N got to ask.

Chrissy knew Y/N would be in her spot right now in the bed.

Eddie wondered if Y/N would be laying in Chrissy's spot in his bed.

Eddie watched as Chrissy slept and the time clicked close to midnight. He couldn't sleep, he needed to know.

He got out of bed, threw on sweats and a sweatshirt. He looked at Chrissy's sleeping body before he left.

~~~

Eddie arrived at her doorstep, questioning how terrible of an idea it was. He stared at the door, remembering the countless times he raced through it. He remembered the night he almost kissed her. Eighth grade after the winter dance. She stood there in a blue sparkly dress, hair curled with sparkly blue eyeshadow. To this day Y/N regretted nothing more than doing her makeup for that night. But Eddie thought she looked beautiful. He remembered being so shy, leaning in but her mom yanked open the door. Eddie awkwardly walked back to Wayne's car, upset that he never got to kiss her. Once her parents moved, she kept the house for herself.

Eddie was so lost in his head he barely noticed when the door opened.

"Planning to knock or what?" Y/N's voice cut through his thoughts. He hated that he hadn't heard her voice in months.

She stood there with her arms crossed, an extremely annoyed look on her face.

"Hello to you too," Eddie said sarcastically.

"Why are you here?" She asked. Of course, Eddie would show up on her doorstep the night before she leaves. He was always a minute too late with everything, ever since he missed their kiss in eighth grade.

"I needed to ask you something." He breathed, digging in his pocket to pull out the small guitar pick. He watched as her eyes widened. A nasty feeling in his gut all over again.

"Did you?....were you?....is this yours?" He asked, his brain went blank trying to ask. He was scared of everything he could have had if she said yes.

She opened the door wider, inviting him to walk in. He turned to her once the door closed, impatiently waiting for her to answer.

"Yes, it's mine." She sighed, cursing herself for not checking her jacket pocket that day.

"You wanted to ask me to the dance?" He watched as she scratched at her arms. Rocking on her feet, he could taste the anxiety coming off of her skin.

"Yes! I mean why else would I make the damn thing." She snapped. She was irritated. He had the nerve to come to ask her about something that he knew was from months ago, why bring it up now?

"Why are you so mad to see me?" He snapped back. She's been growling at him since she opened the door.

"Because! I haven't seen you since graduation and now you show up at my house at midnight, like four fucking months later to ask me about a stupid pick. I mean what? Why are you asking me? Why the fuck do you need to know?" Eddie hated how angry she sounded but he knew he hurt her. He ignored their friendship for months and only showed up when he needed something from her.

"I need to know if you were going to ask me as a friend or something more. And the real intention behind it, before Chrissy happened." He admitted. He knew she'd lie to make it easier for the both of them, but he needed the truth.

"Eddie, seriously. This isn't fucking important." She tried to ignore the question again. She didn't want to open up the can of worms right when she was getting ready to leave him behind. She worked so hard to be okay with leaving him, and now he brought up all the reasons she wanted to stay.

"It is important. I need to know. So tell me." He demanded. He was growing irritated by her attitude and that pissed her off more.

"Fuck, fine. Yes, Eddie. I wanted to ask you about the stupid dance and I wanted it to be more than friends. But once I went to ask, you came in telling me that Chrissy asked you. So I didn't say anything because who am I compared to her? Nothing fucking special, which you easily have proved the second you weren't forced to have classes with me."

"That's not what happened at all," Eddie tried to defend," you had every chance to ask before she did. And don't put words in my mouth and cruel intentions behind my actions. Because none of that was because I thought she was more special."

"You don't think I know that? You don't think I sat in my room every night since she asked, just beating myself up for not doing it earlier? I screamed at myself every morning for being too late. Knowing if I asked just even a minute earlier, I could be where she is now. And don't act like I'm making this up. We graduated, you got an apartment and I never saw you again. You got absorbed into a bubble of Chrissy and Chrissy only. You ignore me, and you even ignore Wayne. I'm not putting words in your mouth. I'm calling you out on the bullshit behavior you've been pulling." She said, her words were sharp and cut him down to the bone. Throwing Wayne in his face made him angry, but he hated knowing he deserved it.

"Do you still wish to be where she is now?" He practically whispered, punching himself for asking that above everything. Kicking himself for ripping her apart just so he could have the answers he's been needing all his life since he met her.

"You don't get to ask me that, fuck you." She laughed, he was unbelievable. All he cared about was if she was jealous of his girlfriend. Not even taking a second to apologize for all the ways he treated her like crap.

"Answer the question, Y/N. Are you in love with me?" The question lingered in the air. Eddie watched as she slipped into a shell of herself.

"I never said anything because I was scared of losing you. Then Chrissy came along the second I was ready. I wasn't going to ruin that, and I'm not going to ruin that." She said.

"She knows it was you, and the second I found this pick, it was ruined. SO JUST FUCKING TELL ME." Eddie screamed, trying his best not to slam his hands against the wall to relieve the anger in his bloodstream.

"WHAT DID YOU WANT EDDIE? TO COME HERE AND ASK IF I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU? THEN WHAT? WHAT WAS YOUR PLAN WHEN I SAID YES!" She screamed back. Her confession filled the silence, along with their heavy breathing.

Eddie felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs. The answer was now in his face and he wished he never asked. It made things so much more complicated.

She felt uncomfortable with the silence, opening the door, "Please go."

She watched as he walked towards the door, she closed her eyes as he walked past her. She didn't want to have to see him leave. But she felt his body stop, standing right next to her.

She opened her eyes to see what he was doing. Before she knew it his lips crashed on hers, her back against the door and slamming it closed.

It was stupid, kissing her was stupid and it was stupid she kissed him back.

She was so caught up in his lips, lost in the ways his hands touched her skin as he removed her clothes. That she didn't notice he never said he loved her too.

Gasping as he slipped inside of her, rolling her eyes as he attacked her neck with his teeth. All the things she thought about on her loneliest nights. He filled her up perfectly like their bodies were made to connect in this way.

~~~

The clock was inching closer to three am, and Eddie knew he needed to go back home. Y/N was passed out in his arms, her head on his bare chest as he rubbed her naked back. His mind was spinning even worse. He just cheated on his girlfriend with his best friend. A best friend he knew he had a crush on for years, but did he love her? Did he even love Chrissy?

Eddie knew he needed to go back to Chrissy. He needed to fix the mess he was making. He pecked Y/N's forehead as he untangled himself from her.

He gave her one last look before he walked out.

~~~

He tried to quietly open the door to his apartment door, moving slowly to close it behind him.

He sighed in relief when he didn't hear any movement from the bedroom. He slowly walked to the room but froze when he saw Chrissy sitting up.

"Three hours? I wonder where the fuck you went for three hours!" She snapped immediately, standing up as she got in his face.

Eddie knew he was guilty and it was easy to tell on his face.

"I'm so sorry." He immediately apologized, trying to reach for her face when she smacked him away.

"For what? What did you do?" She crossed her arms to stop herself from falling into his touch.

"I went to see her," Eddie said quietly.

"You fucked her, didn't you?" Chrissy growled. Eddie has never once seen the angry side of Chrissy. She was fuming, her eyes were dark and her tone was slicing through him.

"Yes," Eddie admitted

"Do you love her?" Chrissy asked, this time her words sliced through her. She had a feeling deep down he'd always love Y/N and she was dumb to think she could stand in the way.

"I'm not sure."

"Do you love me?" She threw out another question

"I don't know " he sighed

"That's all I need to know." She smiled at him sadly as she grabbed the suitcase she packed while he was gone.

"WAIT! You're leaving?" He panicked

"Eddie, we've been together for months and you've never looked at me the way you look at her. You don't love me and I'm accepting that. But Eds, you love her and I think you always have. I got in the way and blinded you from her. I was just a distraction." Chrissy admitted. She began to walk towards the front door, Eddie hot on her heels.

"What the fuck do I do?" Eddie asked. His girlfriend - ex-girlfriend knew he had feelings for Y/N before he even did.

"Pick her."

~~~

Y/N woke up to her alarm blaring, squinting her eyes as she turned it off. The time read at four am, which meant Wayne was on his way. She realized the side of her bed was empty. She got out of bed as fast as she could, racing to her front door. She yanked it open and saw his car was gone, he was gone.

She felt her eyes water when she realized he went back home to her. She felt like laughing at herself for being so stupid, but she didn't.

She collected all her boxes and got dressed. She said goodbye to him and that's all she wanted before she left.

He didn't want her, he didn't pick her. Otherwise, he would have said he loved her back. She didn't leave him, he left her.

"Ready, kid?" Wayne asked. Standing in the doorway as he held her key.

"Yes."

~~~

Eddie paced around his apartment for what felt like hours. He saw that it was six am.

All he could think about was Y/N. How she tasted, how she felt, how she smelled, and the way she sounded. He thought about how his body reacted to her in ways he never felt with anyone.

He just needed to pick her.

He raced back out to his car, driving down the familiar roads to get to her. He raced to her door, pounding on it.

Picturing her sleepy eyes as she opened it. Realizing it was him and that he left. Smacking his chest as she vented out. But then he'd wrap his arms around her and say he wanted her. Chrissy was gone and left. They could be happy and be in love the way they were supposed to be.

But she never opened the door.

~~~

A couple years passed and Y/N was alright. She saw Eddie everywhere she went. A boy sipping coffee with his haircut. A guy playing guitar in the park. His familiar cologne surrounded her. She felt like he was haunting her. His face showed up in every stranger she walked past.

He was miles away, and she still felt him. She hated that she'll never forget him.

Eddie never believed in ghosts or spirits. But he felt like she was watching his every move. He swore he could feel her sometimes. He'd see her face in everyone. He felt like if he sat in a quiet room, he could hear her voice again. His shirt from that night used to smell like her, and he hated that her scent was a sniff away from being gone forever. He hated that she left, and he hated that she didn't tell him that night. He hated that he left. He hated that he didn't have the answers she needed at the moment. He was always a fucking minute too late.

~~~

~~~

Nancy and Steve were getting married, and Y/N would never miss this. Nancy sent her an invitation and called her on the phone, the second she said his name, Y/N felt like a teenager all over again.

"Steve invited him, and he accepted. Will you be okay to see him again?" Nancy wanted nothing more than to keep Eddie away from her wedding, but he was a friend of Steve's.

"Yeah. I'll be okay."

That was a huge lie. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of seeing his face again. And knowing this time it was actually him. She felt sick to think if he and Chrissy were still together. If they'd show up together.

But she was going to be there for Nancy and Steve.

As she watched her two best friends get married, she never felt so alone. She hasn't met anyone since Eddie. She was so convinced they'd make it work and be the end for each other. She never spotted Eddie throughout the ceremony, but as each hour passed the more anxious she got.

She was waiting for him to walk through the door and flip her world upside down all over again.

Luckily for her, she had an escape plan. Her flight was right away in the morning and Nancy knew she'd have to leave before the wedding was over.

Three hours passed and he still wasn't there and she felt relieved. She said goodbye to Nancy and Steve, congratulating them on their big day.

She drove to her hotel, never once running into the man that occupied her mind.

~~~

Eddie was swearing at every car that he was stuck behind. He was running three hours late for the wedding, and he tried everything he could to get there to see her. He knew she'd be there, Steve and Nancy were her two best friends other than him.

But traffic and construction had other plans. He finally arrived and raced to search through the crowd. He couldn't spot her anywhere.

"She already left." Steve said, holding Eddie's shoulder as he delivered the news.

Eddie felt everything in him fall apart. He spent the past few years trying to find her everywhere but no one said a word. He hit every dead end and this was his only chance.

But he was just another minute too late.

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King👑x Reader

An unexpected encounter...

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Y/N had been part of the Big Mom pirates since she was 11 years old after being washed up on shore. Her unique black feathered wings was all Big Mom needed to be convinced that the child would be useful to her crew and she was taken in. Her most beloved son, Katakuri took the child under his 'wing' and she soon worked her way under his guidance until she was second in command of his crew.

It had been 20 years since that day.

Y/N had just reached the ship when she saw her Commander and smiled brightly, he was so amazing in her eyes and just the best person ever! She'd quickly go to his side, "...you look exceptionally sweet today, Katakuri-san", she said with a big smile.

He'd look down at her and roll his eyes, "...your sarcasm is going to be the death of me, Y/N....let's go, I haven't briefed you on our mission today".

Y/N would huff in response, "...that was me complimenting you! I wasn't even trying to be sarcastic for once!", she said as she followed him onto the ship.

"...that’s what you get for always being a smart ass then", he'd say with a teasingly tone as an older brother would do to a younger sibling.

"...hm...fine, where are you going today? Valley of the Gods to meet our ends?", she asked as she folded her arms across her chest.

He glared at her and tsked, "...see...always got to be a smart ass with a sarcastic mouth".

Y/N pouted and refused to talk anymore until he told her about the mission.

"...so in light of Big Mom's alliance with Kaido...his first in command is meeting us to give us weapons and what not...I've never had the pleasure of meeting him but...I don't have any high hopes either for it to be a pleasant encounter...he can fly like you...so maybe you both can fly around and become friends".

Y/N stomped her foot, "...ah see who's being sarcastic now!".

He couldn't help but chuckle a little before composing himself, "...I'd prefer you just follow my lead...don't need you to start a fight for nothing".

Y/N just pouted even more and turned away from him, "...you're so mean! I always end battles I start!", she said her flame on her back grew a little more with her increasing emotions.

"...before you set the ship on fire, do I need to throw you in the ocean?", he asked teasingly.

Y/N quickly stopped her flame and nodded negatively, "No! My wings will get all wet...you know what happens when I do...especially with salt water...".

"...good girl...", he said before going on his merienda, leaving the young woman to pout.

It wouldn't be long before they would arrive on the island and King's ship was spotted, however he was no where to be seen.

"...apparently he flew out all of a sudden...works out for us since we wouldn't have to encounter him", Katakuri said as the exchange of goods started.

Y/N looked around and nodded, "...I'm going to explore the island and then stretch my wings...don't wait for me, I'll fly back to the ship when I'm ready", she said as she began walking into the forested area.

"...be safe...", Katakuri murmured as he watched her before going back to the ship. He knew she could handle himself....but something at the back of his mind made him worry for her safety especially now that King was MIA.

The island wasn’t part of Big Mom’s territory so naturally they were nervous when they saw one of her pirates on their island but Y/N didn’t pose a threat and would just buy some watermelon before tapping at a little stores window, “…do you have any black hair dye any chance? It’s kind of an emergency “, she said with a smile as she took a lock of hair with a free hand and smiled weakly.

“…yes, my wife could apply it for you if you like…she’s a barber but she does get the occasional lady client too”, the shop owner said gently.

This was unexpected, Y/N never really encountered nice people outside of Big Mom’s territory so it was rather refreshing.

“…sure…I don’t think I’d fit inside…so maybe she could do it outside while I eat my watermelon”, Y/N said gently as the shop owner realized that she stood 4 meters tall!

Y/N sat on the grass, cross legged as the lady washed her hair and took off the remaining dye, only to reveal her white hair, “…your hair is so beautiful…why do you dye it?”, the lady asked as Y/N smiled weakly.

“…I never really thought it suited me…so I always dyed it even as a girl…and it matches my wings when it’s black so it’s looks pretty cool”, she said as she stuffed her face with more watermelon.

Little did she know, flying right above her was King who had seen her hair and heard the entire conversation.

Before the lady could even start applying the dye, a gush of wind suddenly dropped it all on the floor.

Y/N froze for a minute, that was not a normal gush of wind…she knew that all too well and would look up to make eye contact with King the Wildfire.

“…you asshole! What was that for!?”, she said as she stood up and glared at him, “…you could literally flap your wings anywhere but you had to do it when this nice lady was helping me out!”.

The fire on his back grew wilder and that silenced Y/N, why…was it similar to hers?

“…where did you come from, girl?”, he questioned as he landed with a loud thud and began closing the distance between himself and Y/N. The town’s people began hurrying off away as they knew this could end terribly.

Y/N gripped the hilt of her sword as she stepped backwards, “…that is no concern of yours…”, she said calmly, sensing the vibe he was giving was off. Immediately, she’d distance herself from him and fly off but he was hot on her heels and before she knew it, he grabbed onto her ankle and dragged her into the dense forest.

Both crashing into a fresh water stream, Y/N groaned as she got up and realized her sword was gone. Not too far from her stood King who seemingly recovered from the crash a lot faster than she did.

“….what the fuck is your problem!? You could have killed us both!”, she said angrily as she flapped her wings to make sure they were not hurt but they were soaked…there was no way she could fly now until they dried.

This time, King wasted no time and closed the distance between them, grabbing her by the throat and lifted her off her feet, “….where the fuck did you come from!? Answer me!”.

Y/N kicked at him and punched him as best as she could, eventually trying to pull at his fingers to release her neck.

He took every hit from her before his patience started to thin and his eyes narrowed, “TELL ME!?”, he roared.

“…r…red…line”, she finally said when his grip finally loosen.

Before he could even say or do anything further, a spear grazed the top off his arm and immediately he let go of Y/N who hit the ground with a loud thud as she gasped for air.

With a moment spared, mochi engulfed her body and retracted to its owner, Katakuri who held her close to him, “…relax, Y/N…I’m here now”, he whispered to her soothingly as she clung onto him with tears in her eyes.

He turned his attention back at King, “…you attacked my second in command…that is a threat in itself towards our emperors’ truce…”, he said calmly as King glared right back at him before turning away.

“…I have no issues with you, Katakuri…and I do not plan to”, he said calmly as he took off to the skies, looking over his shoulder at Y/N one last time before heading off to his ship.

Katakuri carried Y/N back to the ship and tended to her wounds, “…what happened?”, he asked quietly.

Y/N sighed softly, “…he attacked me first, he just saw me and started questioning me about where I came from…and things just escalated”.

“…and your hair…”, he said waiting for her to confirm what he already knew.

She blushed when she realized that it was now completely white, “…oh no! I hate it like this…”, she said before grabbing a pillow and covering it up as best she could.

“…so it’s like that naturally then…”, he said gently.

“…yeah…”, she said quietly as she didn’t want to make eye contact with him.

“…and you’re from Red Line?”, he asked.

She nodded before looking at him with hesitation written all over her face.

He simply nodded before patting her knee, “…I’ll get you some dye once we are home…but it does suit you a lot more though”.

She blushed a little, “…really? You think so?”, she asked as she took the pillow down and he just nodded a little.

“…get some rest, I’ll wake you up when we arrive”, he said gently as he headed to the door and closed it behind him.

She laid on the bed for a moment to process everything that had just happened before falling asleep.

Katakuri stood on the deck as he looked out at the ocean. What had happened was not good at all. He knew King was extremely dangerous and did not understand why he would attack Y/N and question her so brutally…everyone who knew about the Lunarians, also knew they were a dead race but here was Y/N.

So what was King’s problem?

He sighed softly, he needed to make sure Y/N was never near King again…no matter the cost.

((Let me know if you guys want a part 2!😆 I made her in her 30’s because King is 48 and I wanted them to have a closer age gap and 4 meters tall so that they are somewhat proportionate))

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A Promise Between Brothers.

Jin and Chevalier have a conversation one night that ends with an emotional promise. This is from an idea I had awhile back and I just finally got around to writing it out. I wanted to explore the relationship between Jin and Chevalier a bit more as throughout the routes they seem to have an interesting relationship with eachother. Not exactly close but not one of hatred or fear like practically everyone else seems to have with Chevalier. WC approx 1050 and shoutout to @aquagirl1978 for helping me out with my question.

Prince Chevalier was done with work for the day and headed for his private library. When he opened the door he was greeted by what had become a familiar sight this past week.

“You're here again?”

Emma jumped a bit at Chevalier's voice and quickly looked around her. Clearly she had lost track of time while reading.

“I'm so sorry Prince Chevalier I didn't realize it was so late!”

“Obviously.”

“I'll just put this away and then…”

“There's no need. Your presence is not completely intolerable.”

“Thank you, I think.”

Emma returned her attention to the book in her lap and Chevalier walked over to the shelves choosing a book at random. Chevalier had intended to leave however he paused momentarily, it was clear Emma's thoughts were now distracted and he stared at her briefly before speaking.

“He is not upset for why you believe he is, not really.”

“Oh..”

Chevalier watched the different thoughts playing out across Emma's face and he sighed in agitation. He turned and left his private library behind walking through the halls until he came to a stop in front of a door he rarely entered.

******

Jin sat at the desk in their faction office going over yet another stack of paperwork. He'd never been the biggest fan of paperwork and since he'd been crowned king there was even more of it. Lately though he found himself not minding it so much, it gave him an excuse to be by himself and think and drink.

Jin had just poured himself another glass of whiskey and picked up an agricultural report when the office door swung open.

“Chevalier? Don't see you around here much.”

Jin watched as Chevalier closed the door and strode up to the front of the desk.

“Must be something big to bring you here, I know you don't like to waste time so what's up.”

“She was in my library again.”

“Sorry Emma's been disturbing you, I can talk to her about…”

“Her presence in my library is not the issue but a consequence of it.”

“Then what is the issue?”

Jin picked up his whiskey glass taking a small sip while Chevalier just studied him in silence.

“Unlike our brother I am not a fool. It's clear your impending departure and the recent news of her being with child has gotten the better of you."

Jin blinked at Chevalier then rubbed the back of his neck while sighing.

“I should have guessed you'd have figured out what was going on, do me a favor and don't say anything alright.”

“Indeed?”

Jin leaned forward resting his elbows on the desk and bringing his forehead to his clasped hands.

“History was already repeating itself but now... Our wedding is eleven weeks out, Leon and Clavis are leaving in a week for Jade and a few days after Nokto and I are heading to Benitoite and none of us will be back for almost a month. I had planned to take Emma with me but I can't now.”

Jin picked up his glass of whiskey and downed it in one go before pouring himself another one.

“Given what happened in the past and the current circumstances it is not foolish for you to be concerned.”

“If I'm being honest it's way past concern at this point.”

Jin absently twirled his glass looking off into the distance.

“I used to have bad dreams a lot. They were all from my past, mostly about before I came to the palace. The worst ones were about how my mom used to struggle and when she was sick and I couldn't afford to get her the medicine she needed. I hadn't had any though in a long time but they started up again the night Emma told me she was carrying our child.”

Jin took a big sip of whiskey.

“This time though instead of me and my mom it's Emma and our child in the dreams. It's her I see worrying about having enough of everything, of skipping meals so our child can eat of her getting sick and dying and our kid being so full of anger and sadness like I used to be. I was so sure I was careful too but I guess my luck finally ran out after all these years. I just wish it could have held out until the wedding, once we're married that's it she's protected as my wife and as queen. Instead though I have to leave her here alone and defenseless and it scares the hell out of me."

“That is where your miscalculation is, she is not alone or defenseless. Do you truly believe any of us are that useless or incompetent?”

Jin just stared at Chevalier in silence.

“When the previous King was gone the responsibility of protecting your mother should have been taken over by his useless brothers, however they decided to forgo the duty they had to their King and brother in that matter. They lacked the basic awareness and intellect to assess the likely outcomes of the situation and caused harm through it.

Our uncles may have been house broken beasts who failed to support their brother and let the court ministers order them around but we are not. Four eyes would never let it get to that point to begin with but if the ministers tried to work around him the rest of us would not hesitate to bare our fangs at them. Jin, myself and the others will keep her safe until you have returned. In fact watching over her will be a simple task.”

Jin was overcome with emotion, not that he'd admit it. He had never had the same issues with Chevalier that their brothers did not really but that didn't mean they were close either. Hearing him use his name wasn't even what mattered, it was his declaration that he would protect Emma for him. As Chevalier turned to leave, Jin called after him.

“Well your private library is certainly big enough to keep her entertained while I'm gone. Thanks Chevalier.”

“If you truly wish to thank me you and Black can procure some rare books for me while you are gone.”

Jin shook his head and chuckled.

“Just give Luke a list for us and we'll get it done.”

[anangelwhodidntfall]

basically y/n has worked in the palace for years and she’s really really close with eric, she thinks she loves him but is always getting mixed signals from him, like he gets really deep in conversation with her and will hold her hand sometimes but then he thinks of her as a friend. one day eric’s mom sets her up with vanessa (a princess who looks like vanessa from tlm) and eric decides to give her a try and y/n desperately wants to be with him but doesn’t know if he actually feels the same way back. eric slowly is gonna realize over the story he loves her but is afraid to loose her because he’s not good with emotions. Vanessa is very rude btw. i was kinda thinking a slow burn thing if you know what i mean for y/n and eric and vanessa always gets in the way but if this is too much it’s okay! love your story’s!!!

also in the second paragraph i meant eric mom sets *him* up with vanessa not her 

Plastic Hearts: Prince Eric

Your relationship with the prince was very complicated, you two have been best friends for years but there's one thing about that you had a crush on him and you thought he liked you back, but you always got mixed signals from him. One minute you guys could be holding hands and having deep conversations and then the next it's telling people that you are just friends and being less talkative with you.

Currently you and Eric were walking around the markets on just talking and looking around while he held your hand which made you smile. The sun was starting to set making the sun hit you just right making him think about some things that were probably unrealistic. 

"Do you wanna go watch the sunset?" You asked him. 

"I would love to." He said as he started leading you two down to the beach where you two sat next to each other.

That night y/n fell asleep with a smile on her face even if it was another conflicting emotion from Eric, it was still a nice day. Eric laid awake that night thinking about y/n and if it was even possible for him to like her in lover way. 

"Do I like y/n? Could she even like me back?" He thought.

Eric shook those thoughts from his head as he got up and got dressed for the day before heading to the dining room for breakfast with his mother. 

"What's going on mother?" Eric asked his mother noticing there was another place set at the table for someone. 

"I have decided to set you up with someone!" She said happily as Eric looked at her confused.

"Set me up with someone? Mother I don't...." Eric started to say but his mother stopped him.

"No Eric it's time you started looking for a wife...now princess Vanessa will be here any minute." She said as the doors opened.

"Your Majesty and Prince Eric, may I present to you Princess Vanessa." Grimsby said as she curtsied. 

"It's so lovely to meet you both, I can't wait to see where this relationship goes." She said as the Queen nudged Eric. 

"It's lovely to meet you as well. Please join us for breakfast." He said pulling out a chair for her. 

Y/n was walking through the castle completing her chores when she saw Eric and some girl she's never seen before. 

"Oh y/n, this is Vanessa." Eric said introducing the two of them. 

"It's nice to meet you." Y/n said as Vanessa just glared at her. 

"Y/n is my best friend, we grew up together." He said with a smile. 

"Your friends with the help??" Vanessa said as y/n looked at her in shock and as Eric gave her a dirty look. 

"Well Eric I should get back to work, I'll see you in a bit." y/n said as she went back to her work. 

This is what would happened each time that her and Eric were together or stop and talked to each other, vanessa would find some find to way to interupt them and be rude to y/n. Eric also started to realize that everytime he was with Vanessa he couldn't help but wish it was y/n there instead. 

You had been waiting for Eric at your usual spot when you saw Vanessa approaching her which made her nervous as it hit that Eric didn't leave that note for her. 

"You will never be with Eric so you need to leave him alone! You are nothing more than a pathetic leech who can't see when someone clearly doesn't like them." She said as the tears fell down your face. 

"I understand." You said quietly.

Eric had come back from a walk where it hit him that he was very much in love with y/n, he just never realized it until now. After breaking up with Vanessa which wasn't easy to do as she made a whole scene, he went to find y/n, only she wasn't in the kitchens where she normally was.

"Where's y/n at?" He asked one of the maids. 

"Oh my prince she is packing, she's leaving for the summer and is currently home packing right now." She said making Eric panic. 

No she can't leave! He thanked her and started running towards her house hoping to catch her before he lost her forever. 

Y/n couldn't stand here and keeping playing this game, with Eric on whether or not he would ever like her so she decided to take up her aunt's offer and go live with her for the summer just to get away from the castle for a bit. She was loading up her things into a wagon, when she heard footsteps approaching her. 

"Y/N please don't go!" Eric said as she turned and looked at him.

"Eric I can't keep doing this with you, this isn't fair to me. One minute we are holding hands and having deep talks and then the next you are telling people that we are just friends and being closed off with me. I'm tired off all the mixed signals Eric, I like you a lot but I can't keep doing this with you not knowing how you feel...." You said as you felt Eric press his lips against yours. 

"Y/n I didn't know that I was in love with you or that I had feelings for you until Vanessa came around, everytime I was with her I couldn't help but think about you and how much I rather it be with you. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize this but please don't go, please give me a second chance to prove myself to you." He said holding your hands.

"I would like that alot, will you come with me? I was gonna spend the summer with my aunt." You asked him with a smile. 

"I would love nothing more sweetheart." He said as he helped you into the wagon. 

[differenteagletragedy]

OKAY, BUT I NEED TO KNOW HOW BAXTER REACTED TO MC KISSING DEREK ON THE CAMPING TRIP! LIKE, PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

Second part to this one part of SWAP AU

When you got back from your camping trip with Derek, you went straight inside your house after saying goodbye to him. You took your time unpacking your things, trying not to think about everything that had happened over the past few days.

Of course, it was a pointless attempt. It was all you could think about.

You'd gotten into a big fight with Baxter the night before you left, and you hadn't talked to him since. He didn't call or text while you were gone, and you didn't either. He was so upset at the idea of you going away with Derek. He'd even asked you not to sleep with him, a bizarre request that you didn't even understand.

Why would Baxter care? You had a crush on him, but he'd never voiced any feelings for you. So what would it matter if you did?

Still, you didn't. You and Derek shared a kiss in the tent that first day, right after you set up camp. A few kisses, to be fair. But then you'd stopped, a weird feeling of guilt creeping up, cutting off any attraction you felt for him. Instead, you started telling him about how much you liked Baxter.

If Derek had been upset at any of it, he didn't show it. He listened to you, offered advice -- "just tell him how you feel," as if it was that easy -- and was a perfect gentleman for the rest of the trip.

That was a relief, but there was still the problem of Baxter.

While you were trying to figure out what to do, there was a knock at your bedroom door. When you opened it, there he was.

Baxter always prided himself on his appearance, but he was a bit disheveled then. His hair wasn't as carefully styled as it normally was, and his designer shirt had a few wrinkles. He had an air of tiredness about him, and he wouldn't meet your eyes.

"Your mom let me in," he told you. "I hope that's all right."

"Come on," you said, opening your door wider so he could come in. When he did, you shut the door behind him.

"How was your trip?" he asked, standing awkwardly instead of stretching out on your bed like he normally did.

"It was fun," you told him. "It's really pretty out there."

"Mmm," he replied.

After ten years of friendship, you were relaxed around Baxter in a way that you weren't with any one else. But standing there like that, barely speaking, it felt like you were strangers. It was unbearable.

"I kissed Derek," you said suddenly, just wanting to get it out there. "But that's all."

He glanced up at you then, and you almost thought you saw pain in his eyes. He didn't say anything, so you kept going.

"I don't like him though," you went on, "at least not like that. I thought ... I don't know what I thought, but I kissed him and then I told him there was -- that I didn't want to do anything else, that it was a mistake."

When he finally spoke, he only said one word. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why was it a mistake?"

His voice was thick with emotion, and you weren't prepared for how heavy all of this felt. There was something about all of this that you were missing, that you just couldn't figure out. You'd hurt him, you could tell that, but you weren't sure exactly how.

Seeing him in such a state made you want to comfort him, so you did. Things weren't so uncomfortable between you that you could fight those instincts. You walked to him and gently wrapped him up in a hug. He stayed stiff in your arms.

"Hug me back," you demanded, poking him in the ribs.

He let out a laugh, not entirely natural, but he obeyed you.

"I don't understand why you're sad, but I don't like it," you told him. "How do I fix it?"

"You've done nothing wrong, you don't need to fix it," he answered. "This is entirely my issue."

"Then what's your issue?"

He considered the question, then answered, "It would seem that at some point over the last decade I've become a bit possessive over you. I didn't like the idea of you flouncing off to the woods with a handsome near-stranger. I had no right to object to it, or to try to tell you what to do with him."

It was your turn to think on what he said. You couldn't think of a good response to it, so you went back to his original question.

"It was a mistake because I didn't kiss him because I had feelings for him. I did it because ... other feelings."

You were still hugging so you couldn't see his expression, but you felt him swallow. "Do you want to talk about those feelings?"

You suddenly felt your chest get tight and painful at the thought. To talk about the feelings you had after kissing Derek would mean talking about the feelings you had for Baxter, talking about what he really meant to you and the depths of your love for him. The love that wasn't the kind a friend had for a friend. Those kinds of feelings were ones that you knew would change your relationship with him forever.

You couldn't do it. You couldn't risk it.

When it became clear that you weren't going to answer him, he leaned back, gave you a real smile at last -- a little sad perhaps, but it was still real. He gently kissed your forehead, then moved to stretch out on your bed.

"So," he said, trying to take his normal tone and patting the spot beside him. "Tell me about the mountains."

[beautifulmadnesss]

"Gravity Happens" The Summer I Turned Pretty Imagine Fisher!Reader

Summary: Suzannah's cancer from the perspective of her youngest child and only daughter.

warning: death and loss

I figured it out first, being the pessimist, I immediately noticed when my mom's energy started fading again. One night after picking me up from a party when I was drunk, I confessed my fears to Conrad. He's the realist, so he didn't immediately believe it, but after paying closer attention, he saw the same things I did. Neither of us talked about it after that. We both just drank a lot and shared cigarettes in the quiet of the night. Jere was the last to figure it out. I think it's because he was always the optimist, just like our mom. Immediately, he wanted to confront her about it, just yelling it out at dinner one night.

"How could you not tell us the cancer is back?" He accused.

"What?" Belly and Steven asked at the same time.

"Kids, let's go into the living room okay?" My mom responded gently. The four of us got up and moved into the living room, while the Conklin's made their way upstairs.

I was already very tipsy, something I had learned to cover well, but tonight there was no hiding it as I snapped. "You can't leave. It's not fair. I hate you. We are all falling apart because we are just kids and we can't carry everyones fucking secrets. It's suffocating. You were so mad at dad for making us lie about his girlfriend and you're doing the exact same thing. Except you just want to lie to us and then just disappear one day. You are so selfish. Did you ever stop to think how we would feel? How it would feel for us?"

"Stop." Jeremiah warned, stepping towards me while Conrad wrapped an arm around our mom.

"No, I'm so tired of all this bullshit. Did you ever think how we would feel when one morning you just didn't wake up? When we went in to check on you and found you dead?" She flinched, but it felt so good to finally just explode that I couldn't stop as the tears burned my cheeks. "Then we would be all alone with a deadbeat dad and no one else. No one to take perfect little Jeremiah to his practices, no one to to sit up worrying about Conrad when he stays out all night with some girl and no one to-" My throat closed up, but I tried again, "No one to-" It was like my entire body gave up at once. My voice broke, my knees buckled, and I fell to the floor sobbing. 

My mom was holding me within seconds and soon after both of my brothers joined in. We were all just holding each other and crying together. She knew I hadn’t meant any of the things I had said in the same way she never held onto anything I said to her when we were fighting when I was younger. I always got so angry when I was hurt or scared. Now, I was all of the above. My mom was dying of cancer. Thirty seconds ago I was overflowing with emotion and now I just felt numb. I don’t even really know what I was going to say. There were so many things I had looked forward to doing with my mom. Things I would never get to do. 

“We need you.” I cried. 

“I’m right here, sunshine. I’m right here.” She said, squeezing us tighter.

We stayed like that for a while, none of us saying anything else, just quietly crying and holding each other tightly. My mom was the first to break the silence, kissing each of us on the tops of our heads and then declaring "that's enough, crying for now. We are going to do our best to enjoy the time we have left together." She stood and moved toward the kitchen before turning back to us. "Who wants to make some waffles?" She smiled, one that none of us returned, but we did follow her into the kitchen.

She started pulling out the ingredients while softly humming a cheery tune. I took the middle stool while each of my brothers sat on either side of me.

"Jere, will you get the eggs, milk, and butter from the fridge?" She asked, setting the dry ingredients onto the counter.

"Sure, mom." He gave her a small smile in return

"As for you two, you can choose to sit there and sulk or you can help us make some delicious waffles." Conrad and I shared a look before getting up and helping get the rest of the materials together.

The motions felt empty. Our Saturday mornings as kids were always filled with tantalizing smells, warmth, and laughter. Now, it felt like all I could think about was every moment with her could be our last. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed with a drink and make everything else go away.

I felt the powdery substance coat my face and spun around to see my mom and Jeremiah laughing, each with a hand covered in flour.

"Seriously?" Conrad spoke up, voicing my thoughts.

"What's the matter? Scared of a little competition?" My mom teased with a mischievous smile.

Conrad reacted first, diving for the eggs and handing one to me, but not before Jeremiah hit me in the face with even more flour. I quickly retaliated by launching an egg that landed with a satisfying crack, spilling goopy yellow onto his mop of hair. Conrad threw an egg at my mom that connected with her shoulder as she attempted to put the island between the two of them. I think Jeremiah found the sink first, coating all of us with streams of cold water, which only made the flour that my mom dumped on all three of us stick like glue. In just a few minutes we had created a disaster in the kitchen, but it was once again full of laughter and warmth.

That was how we spent our last week at the summer home and the following two months after that. Conrad and I both drank less, but we still spent most nights smoking on the porch together. Eventually, the quiet days spent in her bed outweighed the days of laughter. She was so small and weak that we were scared to touch her, but she never lost her joy. One night, she got a burst of energy so we made popcorn and brought the mattresses into the living room to make a giant bed where we cuddled together watching her favorite movie. She slept on the couch while the three of us shared the giant bed. My mom fell asleep first and the three of us stayed up a little longer, just watching her sleep, no evidence of pain on her face for the first time in weeks.

I woke up first the next morning and I just knew.

"Mommy?" I whispered, my voice cracking and the tears already dripping onto her face as I tried to gently shake her. "Mommy please. I'm not ready yet." I begged, my movements becoming more forceful. "I'm really sorry. I'll be better I promise, just please please wake up" My voice rose to a scream at the end. The sobs shook my entire body as I desperately called out to my favorite person in the entire world even though I knew she was already gone.

I wasn't sure which of my brothers was holding me, but he led us both out of the living room and onto the porch. He held me against his chest and gently ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel him sobbing with me. Eventually I heard the door close and we both looked up to see Conrad with puffy eyes and tears on his face.

"I called the funeral home, dad, and Laurel." He said, his voice sounding as if the phone calls had take all the energy he had. "We're going to be okay." He said as he sat down on the other side of me and wrapped an arm around both of us. Despite knowing this was coming for months, it didn't feel like she was really gone. The only thing that made it feel real was the tangible darkness without the joy of Suzanna Fisher, the light of our world.

[captainmalewriter]

Powerless

In a world where nearly everyone has superpowers, my Powerless family really got the short end of the stick. Only a handful of people in my family tree have some kind of power, if anything at all.

That's why it came as no surprise to anyone when my younger brother Luis and I were also born Powerless. And not gonna lie, being Powerless was really depressing while growing up. I remember being jealous of all my peers at school when they showed off their powers; super strength, super speed, flying, and whatever other powers they had. But luckily, I got over it as I got older. I mean, yeah, it would be pretty cool if I had some kind of cool power to show off. But I don't, and I'm fine with that.

My brother Luis on the other hand... I don't think he ever truly got over being Powerless. He mellowed out with age too, but there's just something off about the way he talks about people with superpowers. You wouldn't be able to tell right away, but if you listened closely, you could tell he's still angry about it. I think it goes beyond simple jealousy... It's almost like he's got a personal score to settle with everyone. Like he's got something to prove.

I don't know. I couldn't tell you what goes on in my little bro's mind. At least he's found a way to channel all those strong emotions into fuel for working out. Bro's jacked as fuck! Not that he'll ever be Superman level strong but hey, he's the strongest, Powerless guy I know. That's something!

So why am I telling you all this? Well, I figured some context would help make what I'm about to tell you make more sense.

One random week in the summer, Luis and I visited our parents at our old childhood home. It was nice getting to see my family all together again after so long. Although, just as my bad luck would have it, I started feeling cold symptoms after the second day. I just chugged some Dayquil to kill the sickness though. But after a night out drinking with Luis, it got worse.

I woke up the next morning with a killer headache. It took me a while to get off my old bed because of how light-headed I was. It was awful, I had cold chills and a 100°F fever at the same time. But unfortunately, I couldn't just stay in bed until I felt better. Luis had gone with our Dad to the good grocery store across town. And I had promised to step up and take care of all the house chores so that Mom wouldn't have to. I figured it was the least I could do for the woman who raised me.

I took some medicine for my symptoms, and I proceeded to clean the house all by myself. I had to slow down and take frequent water breaks because of how feverish I felt, but I managed to get it all done by myself. All that was left to do was the laundry.

I gathered up my parents' dirty clothes and took it down to the basement where the washer was. It was a lot of clothes, I knew immediately that I would have to break it up into several loads. Because of that, I figured I would throw in Luis' and my dirty clothes too. Help save water or some shit like that.

After starting the first round of laundry, I went back upstairs to gather Luis' dirty clothes. I went into his room and took out his luggage. While picking out his dirty clothes from the clean ones, I found one of his gold chains. I had never been much of a jewelry kind of a guy, but I knew Luis loved looking his best. I couldn't tell you why, but as I was holding his necklace, I got the urge to put it on. Maybe it was the growing fever messing with my mind, but I just couldn't resist the urge to put it on. So I did.

As the necklace hit the top of my chest, I felt my nausea spike out of nowhere. The room was spinning, and I could barely hold myself up without using the bed as support. But aside from the light-headedness, I felt my shoulders start to warm up too. I could feel my muscles loosen and tighten, over and over again. And as the heat came in waves, I could feel myself getting bigger. My shoulder span widened to that of a linebacker by the time of heat subsided. But because of my still stocky body frame, it made my new wide shoulders look incredibly cartoonish. Just thinking about how I must've looked made my cheeks flush...

But that visceral feeling of rapidly putting on muscle mass was unlike anything I had ever experienced...

And I wanted more.

In my stupor, I threw myself onto Luis’ backpack. I threw out any clean clothes that were in my way until I found exactly which of his clothes I wanted to wear. I started with a gray wife beater that Luis had recently worn to the gym. It reeked of his sweat! I stuffed it into my nose and took a deep whiff of Luis’ masculine pheromones. Whatever sickness I had made my senses razor sharp, including my sense of smell. Luis’ musk filled my nostrils with their sweaty aroma, causing a moan to escape my lips as I savored the smell. I always had a thing for a man’s natural scent, but gym bros were by far my favorite. I had dreamed about smelling my brother’s dirty gym clothes ever since he started working out regularly, but I always hesitated. I was finally living my fantasy, and I made sure to enjoy every moment.

Once I had my fill on his scent, I proceeded to get naked and don the tank top. It was at least one or two sizes too big for me. The wife beater draped over my chubby torso like a rag. But then, the heating sensations began again, and I collapsed onto the bed. It started in my heart and spread out from there. My moobs got hotter and hotter as the layers of muscle and fat tightened. Within seconds, the fat I had had transformed into a nice set of muscular pecs. The warmth made my nipples extra sensitive, and I moaned like a madman as they shrunk from their pepperoni sizes to match the new, heavy slabs of beef on my chest. 

I pinched and rubbed my nipples as the heat moved on from my pecs to the rest of my torso, making me thrash around on the bed. I could feel all of my body fat melt away with the strange heat. Each abdominal began popping out like candy until I had bulking bodybuilder’s six pack. My flabby arms became chiseled; the size of my biceps were like melons now. The veins of my arms were throbbing with strength too, it was as if I had gone to the gym for my entire life!

I was squirming on the bed like a snake on crack. The combined sensations of intense warmth and muscles bursting all over my torso was more pleasurable than any orgasm I’ve ever had! But once my whole upper-body was jacked as fuck, the heat started to subside again. But I refused to let it stop, so I grabbed a pair of cum stained shorts my brother had and put them on as quickly as I could. The cotton shorts wrapped around my upper thighs and groin, and once it did, the pleasure came back again.

“OHHH FUCK!!” I cried out. The heat was even stronger this time around!

The heat started at my dick this time. I was already at full mast, but the rush of warmth made my dick grow even more erect than I’ve ever been before. The heat my body was producing made the cum stains Luis had left on his shorts warm up. Soon enough, I could feel his old cum stains become liquid again. The cum had leaked off of his shorts and began dripping onto my dick. His cum then slithered its way into the slit of my cock head, sending another wave of ecstasy-like pleasure throughout my growing body as I felt my throbbing member getting filled up with his cum. My dick grew in both length and girth because of it. My dick grew by several inches, my pubes grew longer and bushier, and the head grew wider to match my new fat cock. I could feel my balls hanging even lower too as they started producing more and more cum at a rapid pace. Within a minute, I had become hung like a horse with a pair of heavy, cum-filled balls to go with it. I had a massive bulge out of my shorts now… and I could tell my new dick was just itching to be drained!

Naturally, the lower half of my body followed suit once the heat had moved on from my junk. My thigh muscles ballooned with mass until they were nice and thick. My calf muscles were carved out until they resembled a Greek god’s. Even my feet had grown in size! My entire body had transformed into a 6’2 muscle jock’s body, all while I squirmed and spasmed from how much pleasure I was in. My new body was massive! And hot!

I was left laying in bed trying to catch my breath after all of the warm bodily sensations had stopped. As if the complete body transformation wasn’t enough, the heat had taken all of my cold symptoms with it when it left! It was like a miracle…

I couldn’t help but jump out of bed and take my new body for a spin. I was so tall and muscular now, I could feel the newfound strength just pulsing throughout my body. I flexed and rubbed my body as I admired myself, making my dick get hard as I did so. My heavy dick was swinging around in my shorts as I danced while going commando. I gave it a couple of rubs through the fabric while I kissed my new biceps. But while I was busy loving myself, I accidentally looked up and saw myself in the mirror. My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw Luis’ face looking back at me instead of mine! I thought I had just grown a bunch of muscle! But instead, I had somehow shapeshifted into an exact copy of my brother’s body!

It was so uncanny looking at my new self in the mirror. I had become Luis… I was Luis! Luis was me! But at that moment, my mind had finally connected the dots to what had happened. There was no denying it, I had transformed into Luis by putting on his clothes. Which could’ve only meant one thing… I wasn’t Powerless! I was just a late bloomer! Sure, it took 25 years, but my powers had finally come in! 

I walked closer to the mirror, and a smirk began unconsciously spreading across my face. With Luis’ good looks, I could get any man I wanted! But while I daydreamed about all the dick I was gonna get with Luis’ body, another thought had hit me. If I could steal Luis’ muscular body with a simple outfit change, what was stopping me from transforming into other people? And, more importantly, what was stopping me from shapeshifting into someone with actual superpowers?

I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about all of the possibilities. I would need to test my superpower to see what I was and wasn’t capable of, but now that they were finally unlocked, the world had become my personal playground. And I was ready to have fun. 

[protectoratenova07]

I will never not get annoyed over people saying that Brian/Grue joining the Heroes was the obvious and easiest choice out there. Admittedly, the WOGs expand more on it, but even with what we get from Arc 4 when he talks about his trigger event, I can't comprehend how anyone wouldn't see the reasons for him not wanting to join the government sponsored heroes.

Basing this off memory, but to sum it up, Brian goes to him moms house after getting a text from Aisha asking for help. He finds her in some poor condition ( I don't think he goes into detail and it may not matter if he did cause he's not telling the full truth here) and when he tries to take her back to his dad's, their step-dad gets in thew ay and doesn't let them leave. Brian proceeds to beat him up, take his sister back, and gets powers sometime in between.

Then, he, aisha, and their dad go to the police the very next morning. They explain what happened and Brian still describes how he almost got sent to jail. Only aisha backing him up and his step-dad missing an asshole anonymous meeting saved him. And he still got some months of community service. Like, in my opinion he did the right thing every step of the way and still almost got screwed over.

Sometime later, (not immediately cause he's 14 to 15 when he gets powers) he decides to try and take care of aisha by being a villain to get enough money/backing to do it.

That's all described in arc 4. Now we get into the WOGs. Again, basing this off memory, but I can try to find them later.

First, Brian lied about his trigger, a little bit. General event still happened, but when he claimed he didn't know who the man was besides being his mom's new boyfriend, he lied. He knew that man bc it was the same boyfriend who had abused him in the past. And his mom brought him back and let him interact with his sister. Add in his mom's other problems and his dad's ("I wouldn't describe him as abusive") there was a fair bit of emotions Brian was going through that he didn't share. But at the end of the day, every adult in his life failed him and his sister. He wouldn't be willing to extend his trust as easily.

Second, a different WOG described Brian getting into crime in a panic bc aisha had done something afterward that led to her needing to get bailed out of something with money (again, going off memeory) so even if he wanted to join the wards he'd be doing it with a record. Presumably he later decided he might as well go all in on it and get aisha into a safer environment than both his parents. He probably thought it may help with keeping her out of trouble as well if she wasn't around two people who didn't know how to raise kids (not that he did either, but he probably thought he couldn't do worse).

Third, by WOG he did actually consider the wards, but after researching them decided they wouldn't be worth it. Admittedly this was moreso bc of his own hangups with commitment. Bc telling the big organization your power and identity then trying to bail wouldn't really work out, but apparently it was still preferable to a career of crime. It's not like the Protectorate would actually have authority to take a child away from their parents anyway without major proof, especially if that kid isn't a parahuman themself.

Fourth, the undersiders were generally a low risk high reward chance until Taylor joined and brought them her bad luck. They operated for a year and only got into some mild skirmishes with Lung and them being escape artist didn't have an issue with him. Besides that, they made a shot ton of money on top of the 2grand their sponsor gave them.

Fifth, I don't think we ever learned what the time table was for Coil helping out with Brian getting custody, especially given how suspicious Brian was of their mysterious boss and his motives preleviathan. Maybe Coil admitted to knowing Brian's problems and offered a solution at the start. Maybe Brian opened up with it as a condition to him joining. Or maybe after a few months of getting 2grand a relatively easy missions Brian decided to trust the boss who hadn't screwed him and ask for the money to be given to him in a legal paycheck for better chance at custody. I say that last option bc Brian is supposed to be the careful pragmatic one who thinks about his choices and doesn't do the crazy option unless bug girl decides to go full throttle and he begrudgingly goes along. And giving his personal details and a sure fire way of blackmail isn't excalty the pragmatic choice.

Tldr: he has to have some pretty big distrust of authority cause shifty parents and probably shotty police and by WOG became a criminal in a panic before going full in on it. Cause he was, again, like 15 years old.

Now, the argument for him joining the wards is that the Heroes/PRT could have snapped their fingers and given everything Brian would want. And seeing the deal Madcap got I can definitely see the idea behind it, but there are a few problems with that. A) Brian wouldn't know shit about how desperate the Heroes are bc they don't advertise that. B) I'm not sure how much power they would actually have over taking kids away from unhealthy environments cause laws and shit would probably limit that. C) as stated above, he says he almost got jailed for hurting his step-dad so I don't see him liking authority at this stage, no matter how just he was in the eyes of the law for it. D) Brian's own issues and that he's a 15 year old so he won't see the world as a perfectly rational being.