#but yes I am sitting here on the bedroom floor crying

[martianbugsbunny]

Welp I just went through the Zeb tags and spent at least ten minutes crying bc not only has he not actually been on, it's looking less and less likely they'll so much as mention Kallus let alone let them be married so my day is off to...a start

[just-some-random-blogger]

Safe Keeping | 6

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

What say you, lady? Don't you think the Hound would make a fine husband? He would protect you, yes, and you would bear him many babes." I curtsy again but this time, my voice falters when I speak, "I- I think he would," I turn to my left, "Lord Sandor would make a fine husband... a fine father."

Sandor Clegane x Reader | 6k+ | cw: fem!reader, forced marriage, smut (piv, emotional sex, praise kink), enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, emotional unavailability, emotional vulnerability, The Hound being abrasive, miscommunication, baby fever, fluff!, typos, etc.

A/N: i said i'd end this on p5 but i think i'll be ending at p7 HAHHAH lol. originally posted on ao3 but felt like posting it on here

Tagging: @otteropera @poisonsage808 @glitterandgoldfinds @the-queen-of-sorrows @minttea07 @fluffpudel @j3nn-1 @jelsasnowflakes1

"My lady," followed by high pitched barking made me turn around from where I sat in the garden.

Maester Yannick was walking over to me, with three puppies on his trail. He lifts his robe when he feels one of the critters nip at it. He hisses at them and tells them not to bite. Rose barks and takes it as a challenge.

I chuckle and shush her, raising a finger as I bend down to reinforce the discipline.

Rose looks at me then scurries off.

I straighten up on the bench as Yannick sits beside me. We both then turn to the soldiers in the making, training across the grounds of Brown Wood.

The Hound barks at them when they get their positions wrong.

"He is lovely today," Yannick tells me.

I turn to him and chuckle, but nod nonetheless.

He continues observing my husband, "he's been training long, hasn't he?"

"Mmm. Perhaps a couple hours," I look back at Sandor, "why? Do you think it is bad for his wounds?"

"I think it is bad for you," he looks at me.

I pull my head back, "me?"

The maester stands, "you are wasting precious time. Both of you are in good conditions," he links his hands together, "for the good of your house, it would be wise for you to be more... vigilant about producing heirs."

I feel my face drop and burn.

"As you know, my lady, the herbs I make for you are not cheap. It would be a shame to put them to waste due to a lack of effort."

I clear my throat and turn away from him.

Maester Yannick nods, "which reminds me, I will go and fetch you some tea right now."

I watch him walk away.

Once he was gone, my attention is averted back to Sandor. In truth, now more than ever has his hound persona been more apparent to me. Besides his fierceness, his snarling, his grit, the way he bared his teeth and howled at everyone, I could see his loyalty, his need to do good by the people in his life, his protectiveness, especially when it came to fighting, and his warmth.

I begin to think about Daisy. I turn to my side and watch as the pups begin to wreck the garden with their paws.

I find myself thinking about that night... that night when he said he loved me.

I rub my belly, not liking the way my stomach churned at my string of thoughts.

I watch as Sandor straightens up a boy, who was about to fall flat on his face, with one hand. He shakes his head at the child and says he can't fight if he's fighting himself too.

I imagine him speaking the same way to our son.

It was a horrible mistake. As quickly as I thought of it, I then remember telling him to give me a child by another woman.

I've set him free. He does not belong to me; in truth, he never did.

I quickly stand and wipe my face.

This was no longer leisure, this was torture.

I quickly run inside, retreating to my bedroom. Once I am there, I takes my shoes off, plop on my bed, and stare up at my ceiling. I look at the cobwebs in the distant corners and I wonder why I felt like crying but had no tears to shed. I lie there in silence, wishing nothing but to waste away.

I lift my head up from the sheets and turn to the door when I hear it open. I immediately stand and brush my skirts, "Sandor."

The feel of the cold floor on my bare feet send a shiver down my spine.

Sandor cautiously looks at me, "is everything alright?"

"Mmm?" I raise my brows, "what- why do you ask?"

"You ran inside and left your babes in the garden"

My lips part at his words. My hand instinctively comes to my belly.

"Pups," he raises a hand, "I meant pups. I didn't mean--"

Sandor is cut off by the voice of maester Yannick calling my name as he knocked on my door. Sandor opens the door for him and the old man enters, smiling when he sees the two of us. He is about to hand me the tea but then decides otherwise and puts it on my vanity.

He turns to Sandor, "I am pleased you decided to attend to your wife. Her fertility herbs are slowly being depleted. I was beginning to fear it would be for naught."

I grow frigid.

With that, the maester nods and exits, "please do enjoy each other's company."

The sound of the door closing leaves me red in the face. I lock eyes with Sandor then look away, clearing my throat. I flinch when he calls out my name.

I turn back and rub my arms, "yes... husband?"

"I didn't come here for that," he mutters, raising a hand cautiously.

My chest tightens. Of course not. I open my mouth, but he cuts me off before I could make a sound.

"I came to check if you're alright," he slowly steps forward.

I tense and nod, "I am well."

I feel my heart race when he takes another step towards me.

"Y-you needn't worry about me."

"I always worry about you," he mutters as he walks closer.

My words catch in my throat, "what?"

"Let me help you," he speaks, now only a few steps away from me.

My heart is pounding. I step back slowly, "h-help?"

"In the way only a man can," he lets out a heavy breath.

My calves hit the bed. I stop in my tracks and stand frozen. The Hound is now looking down at me. I am too overwhelmed by his presence to do anything else but stare.

The next thing I know, my gaze is drawn downward as he sits on the bed and peers up at my form.

"If you want a child from me," he whispers, "I'll give you one by no other woman but you." 

I look at him, heart in my mouth, body burning. I scratch my fingers and nod at his words.

Sandor sighs, "I need to hear you say it."

"I-" I shakily speak, "I want a child," I face him, "a child by you... my lord."

His brows knit.

My breath hitches when he touches my waist.

I can hear his heavy breathing as he whispers, "Sandor. Please."

I gulp as his palm rubs slowly across my belly. The action makes my skin prickle with goosebumps. My hand comes atop his. I oblige, "Sandor."

He gently tugs me in between his legs and my breath nearly escapes me. He rests his hands on my hips then pulls me in, sinking his face into my side. My ribs rattle with how quick my pulse was.

Sandor inhales deeply, "gods, you smell good."

I feel my body burn, "i-it's lavender oil."

I squeak when he pulls me down onto his lap. He cages me against him, my back flush against his chest. He sinks his face into my neck and slowly draws in a breath. His arms snake around me as he hotly speaks, "it's you, my pretty squirrel."

I feel his hands slowly lift my skirts up. My hands latch onto his arm that was still around my belly.

"Be calm, my wife, I cleaned up before coming here, in case I had to wipe your tears."

I make a sound as he knocks his nose into my jaw and exposes one of my legs to him. 

"I don't like it when you're upset."

My breath hitches, "I-I'm not upset."

"Good."

Sandor feels the goosebumps on my skin when his hand makes contact with my bare thigh. He shushes me as he rubs and kneads my flesh. I whimper and begin to squirm when his hand hikes up my inner thigh.

His fingers touch my clothed center. He breathes hotly against the pulse of my neck, "I'm going to take this off, mmm?"

I gulp and nod slowly at his words.

I maneuver with him when his hands come under my skirts to rid me of my smallclothes. He doesn't like the space that is created between us and rips me back into him. He ruts his hips into mine to add to his point.

I whine when Sandor's right hand rubs into my heat.

"Fuck," he hisses, "you've worked yourself up over nothing."

I make a louder noise when he prods his fingers into my pulsing entrance. I can feel his fingers slide with ease against my warm folds. I instinctively grip his arm when he sinks into me.

Sandor's other arm, in turn, tightens around me, "you can take it. You've taken more than my fingers, beautiful."

I whimper when he sinks another finger into me and begins to pump in and out. My breathing grows heavier and I throw my head back on his shoulder as he moves into me.

I feel his beard scratch into my neck. I feel his teeth graze lightly into my skin. His fingers languidly move in and out of me, even as I clench my thighs together. He makes no move to part them, and in truth, it doesn't hinder his movements at all.

I feel his tongue dart out on my neck, "I want to taste you."

I slowly lift my head from his shoulder just as he pulls his hand away from my thighs and brings his fingers into his mouth. I feel sobered by his action, taken aback by how filthy it was yet how eagerly he did it.

The next thing I know, he pulls back and lets my body fall in a space between his thighs. He quickly undoes his trousers. After, he pushes me onto my feet, and grips my hips. He rather impatiently rips up my skirts and I feel my thighs shake when he grips my bare flesh.

He pulls me back down on him, and I mewl when I feel his hardened length slip clumsily between my thighs, not yet entering me. I settle on him; the sensation of his clothes on my skin makes my belly roll.

"Fuck," he growls, as my thighs instinctively clamp around him. Sandor is unable to withhold the bucking of his hips.

When he does this, pleasure, crackling like embers, tingle up my body.

"Open up," he hisses, one hand coming between my legs, "I have to be inside you. I have to come inside, have to come inside your weeping cunny."

"Sandor," I whine as I slowly part my legs.

"I know, pretty squirrel. You're so worked up, for me," he breathes against my ear then nips at my lobe, "so fucking eager."

A drawn out whine escapes my lips when he sheathes himself into me.

He wastes no time in moving. I end up squeaking as he braces me against him and firmly thrusts upward into me.

My cries grow louder as his arms tighten beneath my breasts. I feel his hand knead one breast, but it doesn't last very long.

I am throttled onto my chest and pressed down on the sheets. Sandor lifted me up like I was nothing and adjusted me on the edge of the bed.

I'm barely on my tiptoes, as most of my weight was shifted on my spine from of how my husband was hoisting me up to cater to himself.

His movements quickly pick up the pace, and our position becomes reminiscent of the time he had me like this once before, only this time, his one hand was rubbing my scarred hip and he was much more vocal.

"Look at you, all bent over and mine," he groans.

I nails dig into the sheets.

"I'm gonna fill you up. You're going to be so fucking full of me."

I squeal into the sheets. The idea drives me wild. I plead into the bed but I don't think he hears it.

Just as I felt something begin to build in me, he slows.

I open my eyes, not realizing I had closed them as Sandor drops one of my hips. I squeak when I feel him grab my shoulder and slowly turn me on my back.

My jaw drops; I breathe heavily through my mouth. Sandor looks down on me as his hands grip my sides. He pushes me upward and presses my legs by my ribs

He slowly thrusts into me, hands working their way across my body. He rubs my thighs, my belly, my breasts. His brows furrow, "fuck. So fucking soft and warm."

He massages my breasts then works his way up to my shoulders. His one hand rubs my neck before clutching my jaw. His other hand slides back down my hips. I whine when his thumb rubs circles around my sensitive nub. It makes my toes curl.

He sighs, "so fucking beautiful."

I whimper when his other thumb swipes my lips. I find myself licking at it. It makes him groan and buck into me faster.

I push my head back and arch my spine, "fuck- Sandor."

Both his hands land on my hips. He digs his nails into my flesh and begins to move deeper. Eventually, he sinks one hand down by the side of my head for support. My hands latch onto his hips.

"Come for me, pretty girl," he groans, "I'm not gonna last much longer."

I tug at his clothes.

"Be a good girl and come all over my cock, mmm. I want to feel you tighten around me-- get all messy and wet and loud and," he gives deliberate thrusts, "so fucking beautiful."

I whine, "Sandor, I want- I want to-"

I begin to tighten and shake against him. My legs wrap around him and my hands cling onto him for dear life. I find it futile to conceal my sounds, as I cannot find the strength to shut my mouth as I ride the feeling of bliss.

With a loud cuss, Sandor rams into me as deeply as he can. His movements are rough and slow. Both of his hands secured on my waist as he spills his seed into me.

I can feel him throb and can feel myself dripping with warmth.

Sandor takes his time, really drawing out the feeling before slowly coming to a halt. He lets out a final moan when he does stop then takes a deep breath.

I look at him as he closes his eyes and straightens up. My body burns when he looks down at me through hooded eyes and rubs my body again. He enjoys rubbing my breasts the most.

My hands come to his arms, and that seems to stop him.

I am about to tell him not to stop, but he speaks before I can, "wrap your legs round me."

In truth, I didn't have to do anything as he wraps my legs around himself and picks me up in his arms. I hook my feet around each other and am careful not to touch his blistered back as my hands go to his shoulders.

Sandor crawls up the bed with me clinging onto him; I feel the strength in his muscles as he moves. He sets me down on the pillows. He arranges one under my head and brings one beside me.

He looks at me for a moment then whispers, "I'm going to pull away now."

He waits for me to respond before doing anything.

In truth, the thought of him pulling away from me makes my body ache with sadness, but I slowly nod anyway.

I close my eyes as Sandor gently draws away from me. My emotions immediately overcome me in my vulnerable state. I rub my eyes when I feel tears build behind my lids. Sandor fixes my skirt and gathers my legs together. I feel him take the pillow beside me and stuff if bellow my bum.

"This will help keep my spend from dripping out."

His explanation makes my body burn.

I feel Sandor shuffle beside the bed and I hear him fixing his clothing.

I clench my jaw, dreading what I knew exactly was to come next.

I open my eyes when he calls my name. I look at him pathetically, noticing how his skin glowed with sweat, the last evidence that he was ever in me beyond his untucked shirt.

He reaches out to me and I really don't want to take his hand knowing he'll leave me after, so I don't.

I have no idea why he still grabs my hand. The action feels like a betrayal. He rubs my knuckles before kissing them. I chew my lip, feeling wronged over the fact he has never kissed my lips and probably never will.

"I will be leaving now," he mutters.

His words gut me, as always. 

I rip my hand out of his and turn away from him, "very well."

Sandor knits his brows at the sharp withdrawal. He was gentle was he not? Still, he's being turned away.

His mouth goes dry. He slowly steps back, "I..."

I turn my body away from him. I draw in a deep breath and try to make my voice as even as possible, "thank you, Sandor."

Sandor flinches. He steps back some more, "I-I'll bring your dogs here for company."

I chuckle dryly. Company. My voice breaks, "I'm tired."

Sandor's mouth twitches. He backs all the way up to the door, "I'll let you rest then."

I cover my face with my arm and hum in agreement, not trusting myself to speak anymore.

The moment I hear the click of the door, I begin to sob. I whine as his words replay in my head. How could he tell me such things, call me beautiful and say he wants me, then leave me right after? How could he touch me like that then want nothing to do with me?

I pull the pillow from underneath my head and wail into it.

Sandor, who couldn't find it in himself to step away from the door, decides not to walk back in when he hears the crying. His belly curdles with self-loathing. He feels like he's going to choke because of how hurt the noise sounded, nevermind how lovely it was seconds ago; it meant for nothing.

He walks away trying to figure out where he went wrong. He relives every touch, every sound in his memory. His eyes water when he comes to the dreadful realization it must have been horrible being with him. He forced his wretched looks onto an unwilling witness.

He gulps as he sniffles and wipes his face in frustration. He feels like walking into the forest, never to be seen again, but then he steps out to the garden and hears small barking sounds. He looks at the three pups, playing with the boys, who should have been training, and feels his heart twist.

He finds himself imagining what the scene would've been like if Daisy was here... if his pretty squirrel-- he shuts the thought away.

I knock on Sandor's office door and enter when he tells me to come in.

He looks up, does a double take, then immediately stops doing whatever it was he was doing. He clears his throat, "Lady Clegane."

His words pierce through me. He's never called me that before. I close the door and walk towards him, "Lord husband. Good morrow to you. Where is Andrew?"

His shoulders tense, "he... should be here any minute."

I nod as I halt in front of his desk, "he has gotten good enough at reading and balancing coin, I hope?"

Sandor sighs, "yes."

I notice the crumbs on his beard, then I notice a plate on his desk. He must have broken fast here. I fidget with my fingers and wipe my chin, hoping he would get the message. He doesn't. I decide not to note on it and simply get to the point, "maester Yannick said your wounds have dried up, and that if you liked, you could go on your rounds again."

Sandor nods and straightens in his chair, "I think I'll start once I'm confident in the bloke balancing our coin."

I nod slowly and link my hands together, "alright," I shift in my spot and turn to the door.

I look back at him and feel my body burn under his scrutiny. I offer a smile, "that is all I wanted to say," I rub my hands together, "-wanted to check on you."

I gasp when he jumps out of his chair.

I clutch my chest and stare at him. He had an arm raised and reached out to me. It dawns on me he said something but it was too quick for me to catch.

I release a breath, "pardon?"

Sandor lowers his hand, rolls his shoulders back, and clears his throat, "I... I asked how you're doing."

It takes me a few moments to realize the meaning of his words. I shift and my spot and rub my chest. I feel my neck burn when he further clarifies his question.

"Yesterday, when we... bedded, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

I draw out a deep breath and smile softly, "you were... gentle with your touches."

Sandor is unsatisfied.

I aimlessly look around, "and, anyway, I am not as fragile as you think."

He purses his lips and tilts his head. He takes a moment before speaking, and when he does, he does so hesitantly, "I was afraid I made my pretty wife weep again."

I instinctively let out a laugh, but it was clearly unamused and pained. I feel like I was being scorched alive when I look at him looking at me. I shake my hands, suddenly in denial, "no, I was quite satisfied!"

Sandor's eyes widen a fraction.

Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. What am I saying?

He blinks twice and wipes his mouth. Finally his crumbs fall off. He mutters, "that's... good."

I release my final chuckle. He turns to his desk, fixes some things, then looks back to me. He looks like he means to smile but he doesn't, "I'm glad."

He slowly sits down afterwards.

I feel like I'm being weighed down by anchor.

That was it. That was the conversation.

Sandor is no longer looking at me. He shuffles the paper into a file and I slowly begin to feel the air around us thicken.

He sets the parchment down and darts his eyes to me. He purses his lips again and I catch the way his face twitches. He opens his mouth and slowly points to the door, "if that's all... I would not keep you."

I don't know why I laugh again, but I do. It's not even funny. I feel like being stabbed would have been better, more amusing at this point. I curtsy at him and shuffle backwards, "of course. I do not mean to keep you either."

Sandor feels sick. He clenches his fists and turns to his desk. He breathes in deeply, trying not to rile himself up any more than he already was. Gods knew he would use all his strength to keep this room locked.

I walk towards the door and turn the knob. I feel a wave of tears threatening to spill, and I slap my mouth when a squeak leaves me.

Sandor is immediately alerted. He looks up and pushes himself on the edge of the seat, "what?"

I turn to the ground and wipe my face. I take two seconds for myself then turn to him. I cover up with a chuckle, "I said... y-your beard."

Sandor immediately rubs his beard.

I chuckle louder, trying to convince myself that I actually found it funny, "you have crumbs on your beard."

Sandor looks at me like I grew another head.

I laugh enough that I actually start laughing at myself.

When I stop, the silence is loud.

Sandor clears his throat and cautiously asks, "you find that funny?"

My stomach drops when I see the red tinge of his ears. I walk up to his side and shake my head, "wait, no- I- I didn't mean it like that."

Sandor shakes his head and offers me a quick and small smile, "it's fine. I just wasn't expecting that from you," he looks back to his desk, "anyway, I'm used to it."

I feel like my entrails were being grinded.

A line forms in his brows, "I don't think I've ever heard you laugh before."

"I wasn't laughing at you!" I whimper under my breath. The air in my lungs begin to catch in my throat as I exhale, "I was just- I ju-"

Sandor turns to me, face slipping when he catches my teary eyes.

He stands and takes my shoulders.

I blink my tears away and smile in an attempt to calm myself. I am glad I do not shed a tear. I speak through a loud breath, "I'm just nervous when I'm around you!"

Sandor immediately releases me. He sighs through his nostrils, "scared, you mean."

I shake my head and take his shoulders, "nervous."

The Hound seizes up like there was a knife to his neck. I take a moment to look at him and pull back.

I cannot deny it hurt when he immediately steps away from me.

I really should have left at this point, but my mouth had a mind of its own. I furrow my brows and give him an earnest look, "I can trim your beard for you."

He steps back one last time, then looks at me as if I now had three heads.

I realize my mistake, "if-if you want me to. I'm not saying you should, I'm just offering to-"

"You want to do that for me?"

I turn to stone. I look around nervously, "mmm... o-only if you'd have it... ... my lord."

Sandor's face twitches. He sighs and slumps forward. He furrows his brows, "you'd be staring at my face the whole time."

I watch him as he rummages through his things.

My stomach rolls again and I step back, "ah... I see."

Sandor stops to look at me.

"If you do not feel comfortable, I will not..."

My words run dry when he pulls out shears. I watch him as he straightens up. He grips the tool in his hand, "it's you I'm worried about."

I look up at him, not knowing what to say.

"I don't mean to scare yo-"

"I'm not scared of you," I mutter.

Sandor stares at me. After a moment, he slowly takes my hand and hands me the shears, "maybe you should be."

My chest pounds at fleeting touch.

I cut his beard in the garden, as I didn't want to make a mess in his office.

He sits on the bench there.

The breeze blows at both our hair.

"You needn't touch me so gently, girl," he says, "it will take a lot of you to hurt me."

I do not change the manner in which I touch his cheek. I can feel Sandor looking at me, but I do not avert my attention away from his beard, "just because you do not hurt easily doesn't mean I cannot be gentle with you, Hound."

The Hound reaches out to my thighs when my foot rolls on a rock. I barely even fidget, but, still, he holds me in place to keep me from a potential fall. He does not release me. I gulp when I feel his thumb rub my skirt.

"You can hurt me if you like," he says.

I pull back and furrow my brows, "would you like that?"

He grinds his lower lip in his teeth. He debates for a moment and I decide to snip his mustache. I shush him when he tries to speak. He purses his lips tightly.

A moment passes with just the sound of cutting.

"I wouldn't want to cut your lips off," I shift in front of him, still ever so aware of his touch of my thighs, "you still need them to kiss."

I pull away to check if his mustache was straight. I notice his expression, dumbfounded, and continue snipping. I sigh, "that was a jest."

I pull away and again and move to the other side. Sandor still keeps his hands on me. He looks at me as I gently move his head.

I add, "I'm quite funny actually."

He chuckles lowly.

It makes my heart flutter.

He smiles, "oh, I don't doubt it, little girl."

I flatten my lips into a line, unsure if he was serious or not. I trim the hair by his jaw.

"You must like kissing then."

I freeze in my spot. I stop what I was doing, then continue, "what do you mean?"

He pulls his hands away. I watch him link them together and rest them on his lap. He shrugs, "you thought of kissing."

"Do you like kissing?"

I place a hand on my hip. He turns to me and shrugs again, "s'fine."

I furrow my brows and mimic his shrug, "well, you've never kissed me, so I wouldn't really know, would I?"

"You've never kissed a man before?"

"No," I impatiently respond, "I've kissed you, but you did not kiss me back," I take a few last cuts off his beard, "on our wedding day, remember?"

I see Sandor's look of disbelief when I finish and brush him off. Specks of hair fly off with the wind.

"You never kissed a little lord in secret as a little girl?"

"Only a big lord," I make a face, "as according to you I still am a little girl."

He stands from where he sat and peers down at me.

I purse my lips and cross my arms. I shrug, "point taken."

His brown eyes glimmer with confusion. I find myself raising my brows. Just as he is about to speak-

"MILORD, MILADY!"

We turn to the three young men walking over to us. I recognize them as Sandor's training apprentices. They push each other as I turn and smile at them.

"Good morn', lady!" Harry says, bowing exaggeratedly at me, "your dress is very rambunctious."

I furrow my brows at his words and find myself chuckling, "uhhh, thank you?"

Sandor raises his brows and curls his lips.

Daniel slaps Harry behind the head, "YOU MUG, D'YA KNOW WHAT YOU SAID, EVEN?"

Harry hisses and shoves Daniel, "DON'T HIT ME!"

Daniel gets shoved again when he incidentally elbows Richard, "OI, WATCH IT!"

The boys begin to quarrel. 

I step back before they can accidentally hit me, in turn, knocking my back into Sandor's.

"Enough!" the Hound barks, making the three brothers, or at least they acted like that, stop and turn to him.

My eyes widen at the sound of the Hound telling the boys off. I watch each of them tense as their Lord Clegane goes on a whole speech about biting off more than they can chew, and that, "if you lot want to act all tough around me, know I'll knock all three of your egg-heads with my hands tied."

I turn to the Hound, "Sandor."

He lets out a deep breath then eyes the three before him, "fuck off."

The boys immediately scram.

I bend over and grip my hips as I catch my breath. Lucy laughs at me as she beckons the puppies over with a stick. They come running over then she throws the stick for them to chase.

I huff, "these pups will be the death of me."

Lucy snorts, "and here I thought you wanted children."

I glare at her as the three small dark furred creatures begin to chase her around the garden as she runs. I call out in offence, "I do!"

Lucy runs over to me, "well, don't you know babes are far worse that this!" 

She giggles when she grabs my shoulders and uses me as a shield for the dogs. Though I was still winded, I laugh with her as the puppies prance around me. I grab Lucy's arm and begin to wrangle with her, "at least my babes will learn to speak. These pups know no sense!"

Lucy pushes me forward, encouraging me, "no, no, go on, s'your time to run, milady!"

I whine, "I really can't, Lucy."

"Oh, come on, lovie, you used to be full of energy! You're actin' as old as maester Yannick."

I hold back a laugh and shoot Lucy a look.

She shoots one back, "what? Did I lie?"

"Girls."

Lucy and I stop and turn to whom spoke. Sandor looks at us the way he always did, scrutinizing and serious.

I straighten up and nod in regard, "my lord."

Sandor sighs and looks away with annoyance. Wind blows his hair, adding effect to his expression. He looks down when the puppies begin to run towards him. They stand on their hind legs, pant, and bark. I swear I saw his exterior break into fondness.

But then he looks at me and it's all gone, "this came for you." He holds out a letter to me between his fingers, "I don't recognize the house sigil."

I walk up to him, smoothening my skirt out, then take the letter. I look at the wax seal for only a second then open the letter.

Sandor watches me raise my brows. He chuckles.

Lucy watches Sandor smile softly before purposefully frowning.

I look up at my husband, "it's from house Alistair."

Sandor's face scrunches up, "never heard of it."

I huff and delay my response to stop the puppies from chewing at the Hound's trousers. Sandor watches as I do this and gently shakes the puppies away. He takes my arm, preventing me from bending down, "I don't mind. They're just pups."

I give him a look, "if I don't stop them now when they're tiny, nothing will stop them when they're big."

Sandor watches as I sternly tell off the puppies and shoo them away. He chuckles at it, but then freezes when Lucy chuckles as well. The two make eye contact. Sandor doesn't have time to react.

"Cedric."

He turns to me, face contorting, "what?"

The puppies run off and Lucy runs along with them. I continue to explain, "Cedric is from House Alistair. You know, the lord that gave us a place to stay. You called him pretty bo-"

"I remember the fucker," he snaps.

I tense.

The Hound's nostrils flare, "what does he want?"

Suddenly, the letter in my hand feels heavy. I shrug, "he's invited us to his nameday celebration."

Sandor scoffs, "you mean he's invited you."

I release a frustrated huff when he begins to walk away. I follow after him and open the letter. I clear my throat and read aloud, "Fair greetings to Brown Wood, the home of House Clegane. May this letter find you in good spirits and health."

Sandor rolls his eyes as he walks back inside. He makes no haste, but I do, in order to keep up with him. I continue, "Seven days from now, I, Cedric Alistair, will be celebrating my--"

"I don't fucking care, little girl," he stops in his tracks and turns to me.

I nearly collide with him, but I gladly don't. I purse my lips and continue anyway, skipping to the part that holds my point, "if the Lord and Lady Clegane be so courteous in taking time out of their day to attend my feast, I would gladly-"

"Do you want to go, squirrel?"

I look up at him, blinking at the sight of his stern expression. I have to say, the omission of the word pretty for his petname made it feel... wrong. I clutch the letter by my belly, "he hosted us, me, Lucy... Daisy, even you, when we had nowhere to go. I think it only proper to attend his nameday to show appreciation and respect."

Sandor's eye twitches. He looks away and sighs.

I chew my lower lip, "he was kind to us, Sandor. I only mean to-"

"Fine," he cuts me off, "but if he touches you," he walks off, "I'm going to kill him."

His statement make my stomach churn. I cannot for the life of me understand what the intent of his words are. I chase after him again, "what if he asks me to dance with him?"

Sandor chuckles dryly, "a fine reason to chop him up."

He stops when I grab his arm. He looks at my hand on his bicep then gives me a look as I say, "you cannot kill him."

Sandor places his hand atop mine, "then don't fucking dance with him."

He squeezes my hand but it is not rough at all. It's gentle and extremely warm. He doesn't even try to pry my grip off, in fact, it's like he was tightening it on hm. My lips part and my body begins to burn.

I then realize when he was close enough for me to feel his breathing that he had been leaning in. I catch the way his eyes dart down to my mouth. I find myself slowly pressing my lips together.

I close my eyes when Sandor comes close to my cheek. I swear I felt my heart leap into my mouth when he pressed his face against mine.

He draws in a deep breath then sighs, "have you ever seen a hound share?"

The silence between us is deafening.

"Hmm?" he hums.

I open my mouth but nothing but mindless sounds leave me.

"I don't even think your pups do that."

My breath catches in my throat when he I feel his beard and his lips press gently against the crook of my neck.

Then the next moment, he releases me and pulls away like nothing happened.

We stare at each other for the longest second of my life. I feel like I'm on fire. What's worse is that I don't think he realizes just how affected I am, or actually... maybe it was good he couldn't tell I was dying inside.

"Still," he nods, "a dog is a dog and I will do as my master commands."

I feel light headed when he walks away.

I clutch my belly and walk to the nearest surface for support. I rub my neck, wondering if that really just happened.

[wandanatsgf]

Pray and I Shall Answer Thee Part 1

Pairing: Aphrodite!Wanda x Follower!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Night after night you pray to the goddess of love with no response. After years of doing so with no answer, you become an unbeliever. Only after you have forsaken her does she make you a believer again.

Warning: This contains goddess kink, praise, oral (both receiving), fingering (r receiving), and facesitting. I def feel like Wanda is a little dark in this, so consider this a warning for that too.

Part 2

Aphrodite I beg of thee

Give me a new love if it's meant to be

Please tell me you haven't forsaken thy loyal worshiper

Give me a sign I beg of thee

In the goddesses name, so be it

Wanda looks down at you as you pray to her. The sight always warmed her heart and went straight down to her core. She loved the sight of her most loyal follower on their knees for her.

She had watched you for years, as you continued to pray to her. Every night you wished for a lover, but none ever came. You didn't know it, but she was doing that on purpose. Such a beautiful mortal like you deserved an equally beautiful lover, something that no mortal could offer. She, however, could. She just had to wait for the perfect moment, which happened to be tonight.

She watches as you sit on the floor next to your bed, hands up in a praying motion while your knees are on the floor. You continue recite your prayer to her like you do every night, praying for a lover to enter your life. She can tell you're getting frustrated.

"What's the point," she hears you scream. "She never answers and she never will," you say giving up.

She watches as you climb into bed. She can see your tears glistening in the moonlight as you quietly sob into your pillow.

Wanda makes here way down Olympus and towards your quaint, small village.

As she enters your bedroom she can hear your quiet sniffles.

"You know there's no point in crying, love," you hear a voice say.

You leap out of bed and promptly fall down onto your plush rug. The mysterious, caped figure helps you up.

"I'm sorry about that dear," you hear her say.

"I'm sorry but who are you?"

"Who do you think?" she questions. You can see a slight smirk on her face.

"You can't be," you say in disbelief. There was no way she was here right now.

"I am, but you can call me Wanda. Aphrodite is just the name the mortals call me."

"Am I not a mortal?"

"You are, but you're just so special," she says. She makes her way towards you. You feel her cup your face with her hands and gently run her thumb over your cheek. You can feel a blush form on your face at the intimate contact.

"Do you want to be a good girl for your goddess?" She tilts your head up so you are looking into her eyes.

"I do." That's all it takes before Wanda is capturing your lips with her own. You feel her tongue slip into your mouth, making you cry out. She explores until you run out of breath, having to pull away.

Wanda gently pushes you onto the bed and climbs on top of you. She pushes her skirts up as she positions herself so that her pussy is directly in front of your face.

"Do you want to please your goddess Y/n?" she asks as she hovers above you. You can smell her arousal and it turns you on.

"Yes please goddess. More than anything," you beg.

Pleased with your answer, Wanda sets her pussy on your face and you lap at her eagerly. Wanda can feel you lick and suck at her folds and she lets out a low moan.

"Make me cum baby and I'll reward you," she pants out. She grips your headboard with one hand while using her other to shove your face further into her. You can feel yourself being suffocated by her pussy, but you don't mind.

You suck on her clit and lick at it with your tongue. You can feel her arousal leaking out into your mouth, and you greedily drink it down like nectar.

Wanda lets out another moan and you feel her buck her hips. You can tell she's close so you suck at her harder.

"That's it right there." She grips your hair and you let out a whimper, which sends her over the edge. You lick and suck as you work he through her orgasm until she moves off your face.

"You did so good for me sweet girl. Now its time for your reward," Wanda says. She moves down your body until she reaches your clothed core.

"You're so wet for me. Did eating my pussy turn you on this much?" she taunts.

"Yes goddess," you breathily let out, already unbelievably turned on.

You feel Wanda lightly run a finger against your core before she pulls your underwear down. It sticks to your folds and Wanda moans at the sight.

"Do you want me to fuck you baby? You want me to relieve the ache in your cute little pussy?" You feel her fondle your folds as she gently rubs your clit.

"Yes please goddess. Please touch me and fuck me," you hear yourself cry out. You're desperate for her and she can tell.

Wanda slips a finger into your soaking core, admiring the way you suck her in.

"So tight for me baby," you hear say as she thrusts into you. You let out a high pitched whine as she slowly fucks you.

"Please fuck me harder goddess," you beg.

Wanda, the ever so benevolent goddess, does as you wish. She fucks you at an unbelievably fast pace. You feel her slip another finger in you.

"Please," you hear yourself beg, but you don't know what for.

You feel her slip your clit into her mouth and suck.

You let out moan after moan as the coil in your belly tightens. You can feel your legs start to shake and your vision going blurry.

"Come on, let go for me baby. Come for your goddess," you hear her whisper. That's all it takes for you to cum all over her fingers. She fucks you through your orgasm until you finally come down. She takes the hand that had been fucking you and slips her fingers into her mouth, sucking your arousal off of them.

"Delicious," she says. She walks over to you and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You taste your arousal on your tongue and you moan at the taste.

"Thank you goddess," you say after Wanda releases your lips.

"You're welcome Y/n." Wanda moves towards the door to leave, but you stop her.

"Will I ever see you again?" you question. There was no doubt in your mind that you would love to see her again. You would sit at her feet and worship her everyday if it meant you got another orgasm like that.

"Of course you will dear," she says. "I'll come back when you need me again."

With that she leaves, leaving you all alone. You climb back into bed and fall asleep dreaming of her, exciting for her next visit.

[littlebumblebeesstuff]

Can you do a jasper hale x little reader nd do have him punish them for throwing a tantrum

Fussy Baby

Hiya! I changed it a little bit, but I hope you enjoy 💙

Notes: fluff, Angst, sickness (fever), bratty reader, timeout.

It started off with a stuffy nose, that turned into a runny nose, and then back to a stuffy nose.

Then your body started to feel owie. Like when you press on a nearly healed bruise.

You didn't want to play, you didn't want to eat. You didn't want to do anything.

Jasper was very aware that sometimes his little doll just woke you up in a funny mood, but that as long as he kept an eye on you you would be ok.

He let you do what you wanted today, which was to lie on the play mat and watch cartoons on the iPad while your daddy sat in the rocking chair reading a book

You managed to pick away at a snack plate that Jasper brought you, some apple slices, some crackers, strawberries, little sandwich bites etc.

So when it turned 1pm, Jasper was ready to put you down for your nap- nothing out of the usual.

"Hey, baby." You did melt a little when he kissed the top of your head. "Come, it's time for your nap."

He was about to go and close the curtains, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard you say something he's not used to from you at all.

"No."

His head slowly turned to face the back of your head. "Excuse me?"

He was looking at you sternly and you knew it wasn't the best idea to repeat yourself, an apology was a much better option, but you were feeling frustrated and you didn't want a nap.

"Wanna try that again?" he asked raising an eyebrow at you.

Your silence is more incriminating than it should be, showing your reluctance to apologise or do as your told.

You're suddenly hoisted up by your waist and set in his hip. A whine slips from you when you realise where he is going... naughty corner.

He sat you down on the large pillow in the corner of the room, facing the wall. You pout, you didn't really know what you expected by telling him no but you really didn't want to sit here now.

"5 minutes darlin', then we can have a chat about our feelings"

Jasper soothed with a soft pat on your head. He already knew that you were feeling frustrated, but that wasn't the point. The point was for you to understand how you were feeling but also understand that you can't be rude to your daddy.

You huff and stare at the floor, listening as Jasper steps out of the play room to go and set up the bedroom for your nap.

In a very rebellious move, you shuffle over and pick up one of your toys and take it back to the naughty corner. You just wanted comfort from this icky feeling. You felt like your nose was all clogged up and you were cold despite your fluffy oodie.

Of course Jasper heard you move and sighed, rubbing his temples and walked back in.

"Darlin'.... what are the rules?" Jasper calmly walked over to you, kneeling beside you as he gently takes the toy.

"....no toys in timeout...". If it was anyone other than Jasper, they never would have heard what you said, but he nodded.

"Yes. No toys in timeout. For that, I am going to add on another 3 minutes-"

That just burst your bubble.

You let out a scream, kicking your little feet as hot, stinging tears drip down your cheeks.

All your frustrations and your ickyness was just too much for your little body to deal with.

You were instantly picked up and rocked in Jaspers arms, his cool hand rubbing over your back. His coldness was actually really soothing and you press into him as much as you can.

The next thing you know, you are in his bathroom, still in his arms, as he tries to coax you into letting him take your temperature.

You can hear the soft murmur of Carlisle talking to Jasper as you continue to fuss and cry. Soon the thermometer under your tongue beeps and shows that you have a light fever.

"Easy darlin', daddy is gonna help you feel better"

Jasper places a kiss to your temple, measuring out a dose of medicine to give you to help with your discomfort and fever.

Everything seems like a blur as you continue to cry, fussing when Jasper patiently changes you into clean pyjamas and carries you through to his bedroom rather than your adjoining little room.

By now you are starting to exhaust yourself, your sobs turning to sniffles and your fever making your head and body ache.

"Here we go, have some water baby, make you feel a little better."

Jasper holds you close as he holds your sippy cup to your lips. The cold water helped you feel a bit better, but what really makes you feel better is just being in your daddy's arms, his cool skin soothing your low fever.

You soon end up falling asleep in his arms, snuggled up under the blankets.

Jasper should have known that something was up, you were usually such a well behaved little darlin'.

When you woke up you would get all the snuggles you need and you wouldn't leave the bed for as long as possible.

[badaleesbish]

Toxic ° 2 | Bada Lee x Reader

��SUMMARY:

" 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌."

" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌."

~ 𝙺𝚎𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒 - 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌

°CW:

𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙵 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳‼️ 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂‼️

"Where the fuck are you going?"

"Bada, don't start your shit with our child here."

Bada turns towards the small girl who is sitting on the floor playing with her dolls and bends down to her level.

"Baby girl, will you go to your room so Mommy and I can talk?"

"Okay, but hurry, I want to go see Aunt Tatter."

"Okay, sweet girl, it will be quick."

You and Bada watched as your daughter skipped off to her room, but once she was out of sight, Bada started her shit once again.

"So Imma ask you again. Where the fuck are you going?"

"Out."

"Dressed like that?"

You placed the finishing touches on your makeup and outfit of choice as Bada stood there waiting for a response to her question. You stood up from your vanity, gathering your belongings, and headed towards your bedroom door, but Bada stepped in your way, causing you to damn near run into her chest.

"Bada, please move. I don't want to fight."

"I don't want to fight either. I just don't want you to go out dressed like that."

"Bada, she'll be here soon. Just let me say bye to my baby."

As you tried to step around Bada to walk out of the room, Bada grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards her, bringing you close to her chest. The grip around your arm tightened as you tried to pull away from her.

"Bada.... let go of me. You're hurting me."

"Who is she?"

"My date, Bada."

Bada clenched her cheek, hearing those words come from your mouth. She didn't like it. It pissed her off. You are hers. No one else can have you and treat you the way she can.

"You're not going."

"Yes, I am. Now, let me go."

"No... you can't do this to me. Baby, please. I need you."

"NO, I'M NOT FALLING FOR YOUR SHIT ANYMORE, BADA LEE! NOW, LET! ME! GO!"

"Baby..."

As Bada began to speak, a small voice calling out stopped her, dropping your arm as she turned to see the face of her daughter appearing with tears streaming down her little face.

"Mama..."

"Oh, baby, don't cry."

"Why are you and Mommy being mean to each other?"

Your heart began to break as you watched your daughter cry her little eyes out. You walked over picking up your daughter as she cried into your neck. You looked Bada, shaking your head at her actions that caused this whole thing, her anger. Bada stood there with tears in her eyes as she was completely shocked at her own actions and that she made her daughter cry.

"Bada... I think it's time for you to leave."

"My love... I'm so..."

"Just stop, Bada. Leave. Now."

As Bada walked out of your bedroom towards the front door. She could hear your daughter calling out her. Bada gripped the door knob as tears fell from her eyes, leaning her body against the door. As much as she wanted to turn back and try to pick up all the broken pieces of the family picture that had been picked up and put back together over and over again, she couldn't at least not right now.

"MAMA... MAMA..."

Bada opened the front door of your apartment, slamming it behind her, causing the family picture on the wall to crash to the floor.

"I can't sit around and watch you love someone else. I feel like I'm in the way of what you really want."

"Aiki, where is this coming from? I've only been with you in the past month."

"Tell me the truth..."

"I am! I don't know what more you want, Aiki."

Aiki pulled two pregnancy tests from her pocket and shoved them into your face. Your eyes widened as the tests were pushed into your face. There was nothing for you to say. You made this bed, and now you have to lay in it.

"So you're pregnant. You've been sleeping with her."

"Aiki..."

"I am so sick of picking up the fucking pieces after that bitch shatters your heart over and over again."

"Aiki, I'm sorry."

"That's all you have to say... 'Sorry'. Like it's going to fix this shit."

"Baby, please. I was just lonely, and she came over... everything happened so fast."

"So what? You fuck her every time she shows up at your door."

"No..."

"You know what, I'm done. I'm not about to be your second option to a bitch that breaks you down any chance she fucking gets."

Aiki threw the test down and began to gather all her belongings around your apartment as you follow behind her.

"Aiki, this isn't fair."

"What's not fair? You're getting what you want, right?"

"No, because I want you. That moment meant nothing to me, and I regret it."

"I don't believe you. You're just going to go right back to her every time. Love, you can't have your cake and eat it too."

"Aiki, please don't do this to me."

"Goodbye, love."

Aiki placed a peck onto your forehead before walking towards the door, but you grabbed her arm to pull her back to you. Gripping onto her shirt as your tears soaked her shirt. As much as it pains her, Aiki removed your hands from her body and walked out the door as your sobs grew heavier.

You knew everything Aiki said was true. It's like Bada had this grip on you. Her poisonous fangs were sink into you more and more, and you need her poison to survive in a way. You can't love anyone else, have anyone. She is the one. The only one.

You sat on the couch of your quiet apartment, staring at the blank television in front of you as tears rolled down your cheeks. You couldn't even sob anymore only allow the tears to fall in silence. A light knock at your door knocked you from the silence trance like state you were in. You shuffled to your feet, slowly walking towards the door opened to see the face of the person that hurt you the most but you loved the most.

"Hey..."

"Hi..."

You stepped aside, allowing Bada to walk into your apartment. Without utter a single word, Bada wrapped her arms around your body, pulling you into her warm embrace as you began to break down in the arms of your ex lover. Bada placed light pecks on the top of your head as she tried to keep her cry silence.

"I'm so sorry, my love. So so so sorry."

As you sobbed her arms, you felt yourself growing angry. She is the reason you are this way. She is the reason why Aiki left. She is the reason you can't love. She is the reason you can't leave. She is the reason for everything.

You pushed Bada away causing her to stumble back a bit. You wanted to hurt like she hurt you, crush her heart like she crushed yours. Your fist pound against her chest as you looked her through the tears in your eyes.

"You did this to me."

"I can't have anyone because of you."

"And I hate you for that."

"I hate you, Bada Lee."

Every blow to Bada's chest made her stumble as you took your anger and rage out on her. Every word broke Bada's heart, the fact that she caused you this much pain and didn't stop. Just kept shattering your heart knowing that every time she left you, she took a piece of your heart with her.

"I hate you for making me love you so much, Bada Lee."

"Why couldn't you just love me, Bada Lee?"

"Why?"

As you lifted your fist to strike Bada once more, she grabbed you wrist stopping you before the impact. Bada brought your hands to her lips placing kisses along your knuckles as you try to pull away. Bada pulled you towards the couch and released your wrist, allowing you the sit down as she sat next to you with her head in her hands. She ran her hands over her face, wiping away her tears as she took a deep breath before speaking.

"I know that there is nothing that I can say that would fix this mess that I caused."

"I just want to know why. Why did you leave me? Why did you cheat on me? Why couldn't you love me as much as I loved you?"

"There's no excuse for the cheating or leaving you, but I have always loved you. Never stopped loving you."

"Well... what was that shit earlier today? You have never done something like that to me as long as we have been together. Honestly, it kinda scared me."

"I was so angry that there was someone else giving you the love and affection that I should have been giving you. Like someone was in my spot. I am so sorry for putting my hands on you, hurting you, and scaring you and our babygirl. I am so sorry."

You sat there listening as Bada's pleads her case, taking in this moment. This is something that was really needed. Some type of closure on your very toxic relationship with Bada. Even though you didn't get the reason behind the cheating, you were just glad that Bada was finally realizing that pain that she has caused the family the two of you created together.

"Again, I know there is nothing that I can say to fix this, but I need my family back. You keep me sane."

"We need you here with us, but how will I ever trust you again?"

"We can start over from the beginning of our relationship, and I'll keep my distance until you're ready to move forward."

"Okay, but I have something to tell you, and I hope it doesn't scare you off again."

You shifted uncomfortably on the couch, positioning your body to face Bada. You opened your mouth to speak but hesitated, glance fell into your lap as you began to fidget with your fingers. Bada gently placed her hand over yours, her thumb grazed over the palm of your hand. You glanced up to Bada as she gave you a warm smile.

"You can tell me, baby. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here. Forever."

You placing your hand into Bada's, interlocking your hands with one another before taking a deep breath to speak.

"Well... I'm pregnant and it's yours. I haven't been with anyone else, sexually anyways."

A smile creeped onto Bada's lips as she leaned in, placing a kiss upon your lips.

"I guess I have three babies to take care of now."

"I guess so. I love you, Bada."

"I love you too, my love."

That's all you wanted to hear from Bada.

She LOVES you.

She meant it this time.

That's all Bada wanted.

Her family back.

She meant it this time.

A/N:

𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍! 💙

[babydollmarauders]

MAROON — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

part of the Midnights Fic List

summary: in which y/n and her best friend, Jack, get drunk on cheap wine and finally confess their feelings in her New York apartment.

specific lyrics: “‘how’d we end up on the floor anyway?’ you say, ‘your roommate’s cheap-ass screw top rosé, that’s how.’” and “the burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks” and “i chose you, the one i was dancing with in New York..”

warnings: light profanity, alcohol

notes: i’ve been so excited to write this one. if you guys can’t tell from my other fics, best friends to lovers is my favorite trope so this one was so fun for me to write!

i’ve known the Hughes family my entire life. with my mom and Ellen Hughes being best friends from playing hockey together, i grew up spending my summers at the Hughes lake house and visiting whenever possible. so, of course, i grew close to the three brothers.

Quinn, the oldest, is three years older than me. growing up he was always like the annoying, protective older brother i never had, and he still is.

Luke, the youngest, is a year younger than me. he’s my buddy, the one i go to when i need something set straight for me, and the only guy i know that would sit in his bedroom and miss a party at his own house just so he could comfort me over the phone.

and lastly, Jack. a year older than me, and my best friend since i was born, i guess. my mom and Ellen have always said that as soon as i was born, it was like Jack knew we were meant to be best friends. they claim that when i was a baby and he was one, he would cry until they put him in my crib with me, in which case they swear that it would instantly put a smile on my face. but no matter if those stories are true or not, we have indeed been best friends since diapers.

Jack and i’s friendship has always been different than the ones i have with his brothers, especially when i turned thirteen and started really paying attention to guys. that was the fateful year that Jack graduated from not only being my best friend but also my biggest crush. i started noticing not only how cute he really is, but how sweet he could be, and how comfortable i am with him.

which brings us to now, in my New York apartment, where i’m currently sat on the floor with the guy i’m head over heels in love with, sharing a bottle of wine. it’s the first week of the off-season and he had originally came over to help me pack for the annual lake house trip, but then my roommate popped her head in to ask if we wanted a couple bottles of rosé that she bought on sale. she was about to leave for the airport for her flight back home for the summer and couldn’t bring them with her. so Jack and i shared a quick glance and said yes, and now here we are.

i’m sat with my back against the coffee table, my feet in Jack’s lap.

“hey, do you remember that time- when uh- when Luke jumped into the lake from the rope swing, and just completely belly flopped?” Jack’s words were broken up between fits of laughter, and i burst out in laughter, as well, at the memory.

“oh my god yes! his entire chest and stomach were red!” it’s a wonder how we’ve yet to get a noise complaint from my neighbors by now. as our laughter dies down, Jack shifts around.

“my ass is numb from the hardwood.” he tells me, and the casual announcement makes me double over in laughter once more.

“how’d we end up on the floor, anyway?” i wonder out loud.

“your roommates cheap-ass screw top rosé, that’s how!” he exclaims through giggles. i don’t laugh with him, instead i stay silent, studying him. he’s so beautiful.

Jack stands from the floor, letting my feet roll of his lap and land with a thump. grabbing the empty wine bottle and our glasses from the coffee table, he goes into the kitchen. i watch him as he grabs my bottle of red wine from the fridge, refilling our glasses before walking back to me. he bends down to hand me my glass, but in his inebriated state, he doesn’t pay attention to his own glass in his hand and his wine splashes onto my white t-shirt. the burgundy liquid staining and leaving the shirt slightly see through, clinging to my braless chest.

“oh shit, sorry y/n/n!” his eyes go wide and he stares at my chest. logically, i know he’s just looking at the stain and not my breasts, but blood rushes into my cheeks at the thought of him eyeing my chest.

“it’s fine!” i wave it off, as i stand to go change. “i’ll be right back.”

i go into my bedroom and ruffle through the shirts that i don’t have packed for the summer, picking out an old USA Hockey shirt of Jack’s.

i step back out into the living room to find Jack had put on one of my vinyl’s, i watch as he dances around my living room to the sound of Photograph by Ed Sheeran. a smile breaks across my face as he just spins around the room. finally spotting me, he walks over and holds his hand out.

“dance with me, belle.” my heart flutters at his use of the nickname he started calling me in high school. he never explained why he started calling me ‘belle’, all i know is that one day when i had met him after his french class and my spanish class, he said he had a new nickname for me, and he’s called me ‘belle’ ever since. usually the nickname seems to be reserved for special moments or when it’s just the two of us.

i slip my hand in his, allowing him to pull me closer. his hands take hold of my arms, sliding them up onto his shoulders, and he wraps his arms around my waist, swaying us around the living room. he gazes down at me, a soft smile on his face and an unreadable emotion present in his eyes.

“hi.” his voice is barely a whisper.

“hi.” i reply in the same low volume. his eyes flicker over my face and his cheeks turn pink. making me ask- “what are you thinking?”

“i’m thinking that i’ve wanted to be in this position since high school.” his words confuse me. but my heart speeds up, as if it knows what he means before my brain does.

“dancing?” i laugh halfheartedly.

“you in my arms. just the two of us.” he clarifies and i can feel myself blush for the second time tonight.

“if you wanted me to yourself, you could’ve just asked.” i joke.

“i don’t just want you to myself.” he whispers. “i want you to be mine.”

his reply causes me to stumble a step, and my heart feels like it might beat out of my chest.

“don’t say things you don’t mean, Jack.” i tell him. suddenly, i feel insecure and afraid. i’ve never felt this way with him. other guys, sure. but never him.

“why would you think i don’t mean what i’m saying?” he stops our dancing and i only just realize that the song has changed. my arms slip off his shoulders, dropping back down to my sides, but his hands never leave my hips. “y/n, do you think i would say something like that if i don’t mean it?”

“i don’t know.” i mumble, shrugging my shoulders. he brings a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, before letting it fall back down to my hip.

“i’ve been in love with you since high school, y/n/n. i thought by now you would’ve caught on, but i guess that’s on me because you always have been pretty oblivious when it comes to flirting.” he laughs.

“wait, what?” i ask. please don’t be messing with me. please be telling the truth.

“did you really not know? look if this is too much, if you don’t like me like that, then just tell me. straight out. because i don’t want to compromise our friendship with this confession. we can just forget it ever happened.” that sobers me up real quickly.

“wait, no, hold on. i never said i didn’t like you.” i rebut.

“what are you saying?” by the smirk on his face, i know he knows what i’m saying, but i take a deep breath and clarify anyways.

“jack, i’ve liked you since i was thirteen.” i confess. “i didn’t think you thought of me as anything more than your annoying best friend though.”

“y/n, i literally gave you a nickname that translates to ‘beautiful’ and you thought i was looking at you like ‘oh yeah that’s my best friend, she’s so annoying’?” he asks.

“what? is that what that means?” my tone is incredulous. i assumed he was calling me ‘belle’ like princess belle because i like to read.

“oh my god, you really had no idea? i literally gave you that nickname after we learned the word in french class. you were the first thing that popped in my head when we learned it.”

i can’t take any more talking. Jack starts to say something else but i cut him off by pressing my lips against his. it doesn’t take him more than a second to start kissing back, his lips locking with mine.

i pull back, breathless and anxious, but the smile Jack wears eases my nerves.

“so you like me, huh?” he jokes.

“oh shut up.” i roll my eyes, giving his shoulder a playful shoulder.

**BONUS SCENE**

we’ve been at the lake house for three days and so far, no one has even noticed that Jack and i are officially dating. have we really always been this touchy?

Jack and i have made a game out of it, guessing who the first person to notice will be. he says Ellen or my mom, but i say Quinn or Luke. we both know our dads don’t pay enough attention to catch onto anything.

i walk down the stairs, prepared to grab a snack before us ‘kids’ head out on the boat. Ellen and my mom sit in the kitchen talking, but go silent as soon as i walk in.

“heyyy.” i drag out, eyeing them suspiciously.

“hi, honey.” Ellen gives me a kiss on the forehead as i stop in front of them.

“what were you two talking about?” i ask.

“nothing.” they say in unison, shaking their heads.

“i believe you, not at all.” i joke, opening a cupboard to grab a granola bar. “what was it?”

“they were talking about you and Jack.” Luke says, walking out from the walk-in pantry. “mom was saying she thinks they should set you guys up on a blind date with each other.”

“Luke Warren Hughes! how long have you been in there?!” Ellen scolds, not even bothering to deny his claims.

“i was looking for something to eat, you’re the ones who came in gossiping.” he shrugs. before Ellen can refute, Jack walks in from the same way i came. wrapping an arm around my shoulders, he stops next to me.

“what are you guys talking about?” Jack asks.

“our moms wanted to set us up on a blind date.” i say, a sly smile on my lips as i look up at him.

Jack lets out a chuckle before directing his gaze to his mom.

“sorry, no can do mom. i’ve got a girlfriend.” he smiles, and i have to bite back a grin. it’s the first time he’s called me his girlfriend. i like it.

“you what?!” Ellen exclaims. “why have i not met her? or even heard about her?”

“it’s a recent development.” Jack shrugs. “anyways, i’m gonna steal y/n/n here. Quinn is waiting for us at the boat. Luke, c’mon.”

before i can even think to take a step, Jack sweeps my feet off the ground, throwing me over his shoulder and walking away. i smack at his back with my free hand while one still clutches my granola bar.

“Jack Rowden Hughes, put me down! right now!” he barks out a laugh and i can feel his neck shift against me like he’s moving his head around before he lands a smack against my ass. “HEY!”

he ignores my struggles, walking down to the dock, all the way to the boat before finally setting me down.

“i can walk. i have legs.” i laugh.

“i know, but i wanted to carry you.” he grins down at me. i scan the dock for Quinn, but with no sight of him i relax.

“you just wanted an excuse to stare at my ass.” i joke. Jack hooks his fingers through the front belt loops on my shorts, tugging me closer so that i’m pressed up against him.

“and is that a crime?” he asks. i smile up at him, sending one last glance toward the house over his shoulder, not seeing Quinn or Luke. i lean up, planting a kiss on his lips.

“what the fuck?!!” the exclamation comes from behind me and i pull back, spinning around quickly to find Quinn stood on the boat. he’s leaned over the side, staring at Jack and i with a dropped jaw.

“oh- hi, Quinny.” i smile, painting on a face of innocence. Quinn’s eyes dart between me and Jack.

“when the hell did this happen?” he asks. “i knew i never should’ve let you move to New York. he’s corrupted you. i should’ve insisted you moved to Vancouver, but no, i said ‘if New York is where she wants to be, i won’t push.’ i should’ve pushed.”

i look over to Jack, sharing an amused smile with my boyfriend as his brother rambles on.

“Quinn.” i interrupt. he stops, throwing me a raised brow before giving a side eye to his younger brother. “did you really think this wouldn’t happen eventually?”

he sighs, before nodding.

“i know. i expected this. i prepared for this.” it’s my turn to quirk a brow now.

“you prepared for this?” i ask. he nods and hops onto the dock.

“okay, it’s time for us to talk. Jack, y/n, when a man and a woman love each other very much, sometimes-”

“oH MY GOD.” i shout. plugging my fingers in my ears. “la la la la la i can’t hear you! i am not currently getting the sex talk from my boyfriends older brother! la la la la la.”

Quinn’s face lights up and he burst out in laughter. i take my fingers out of my ears, eyeing him.

“oh, that was good! you should’ve seen your faces!” he laughs. i turn to look at Jack, who still wears a disgusted grimace. i pat his chest and let out a sigh. “seriously, i’ll be right back though.”

Quinn takes off in a jog towards the lake house, but before he disappears inside, i hear him yell.

“MOM! YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!”

Jack finally unfreezes from his state of disgust. pulling out his wallet and handing me a twenty dollar bill.

“you won.”

[swiftieblyth]

Cuddle Time

Part three- Hold me

You moaned as you felt the baby moving. You were really trying to make it through the rest of the night, but the baby kept moving, hitting, and kicking you. Your feet were killing you, your heeled shoes digging into your swollen ankles, and your back, gosh did your back hurt.

As Coryo finished up his speech you started crying. You couldn’t exactly tell why. It might have been from his speech, or the fact that you were exhausted but you were in full tears by the time he got back to you.

“Darling, what is it?” He asked, his usual stoic nature easing as he cupped your face in his hand, whipping away the tears. “Why are you crying darling rose?”

“I don’t know, Coryo. I think I need to go to bed.”

“Of course darling.” Coryo stated, motioning for a butler to come over. “Spread the word that the gala is over and we will see everyone at the Games tomorrow.”

“Yes sir, Mr. President.” The butler nodded, walking off.

“Come, darling, let’s get you to bed.”

“Will you hold me when we get to bed?”

“Of course my love, do you want me to have a maid come rub your feet until you fall asleep as well?”

“Would you?” You asked, as Coryo opened the door to the balcony for you.

“Of course my love.” He replied, holding you as you walked back to your residence. Your heels clicking on the floor as you waddled.

“My feet really hurt.”

“I know. I promise as soon as we get to our room you can take them off.”

“When do you think our baby will come?”

“I don’t know love.”

“I hope it’s soon, I’m miserable.”

“I know darling. Do you want me to have the cooks cook you something that will help her come sooner?”

“No, I don’t want to risk her coming during the Games.” You replied, walking into your bedroom.

“Darling, you’re already overdue. We have that risk no matter what.” Coryo explained, helping you sit down on the bed, and taking your shoes off.

You let out a moan as Coryo rubbed your feet. “I thought the main was going to do that.”

“She will, but I know you like how rough I am.” He smiled.

“Mm, Coryo,” You let out, running your hands along your abdomen. “Help me out of my dress.”

“Of course, love.” Coryo kissed your shin then got up unzipping your dress.

He helped you take it of and put it up along with you shoes and came back with your nightgown.

“Gosh, you’re gorgeous,” he let out, looking at her laying her torso on the bed, legs dangling off the side. Hands running along her bare stomach as little feet and handprints popped out. “I love seeing our little girl.”

“Me too,” you breathed, it wanting to cry. “But just remember you made me get this big.”

“I know my love. Now let’s get you dressed. And then I can call in a maid. Do you have a certain one you want?”

“Penny. She’s so kind, Coryo! I think I want her to be like my assistant. And when the baby’s born of neither of us can watch her for a little bit, I think I want her to watch her. She’s the one from this morning, and I just love her!”

“Of course my love.” Coryo smiled, as he helped you put your night gown on. “Now get comfy okay? I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” You pouted. “I thought you were going to hold me.”

“I will. I will my love. I just have to get someone to catch Penny for you.”

Coryo walked to the door and talked to the guard outside to go get Penny, then went back to find you crying.

“Rose petal, what is it?” He asked, crouching down on beside you, wiping away the tears. “Darling, we talked about this. It’s not good for you. I’m right here, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m tired, my whole body hurts and you left!” You cried, moving your head into his chest.

“Sh, sh. I know. I know. I’m so sorry, my love.” Coryo stood up and helped you move a little so he could slip in. “Here angle, come lay on me.” He cooed, helping you down to lay on his chest, he wrapped his arms under your bump and held it up, making you let out a satisfied moan.

“Coryo,” you breathed, resting your head on his chest, looking up to see him looking down at you with a smile and love all over his face. “I love you.”

“I love you more, darling,” he smiled kissing you.

You bit his lip, making him smirk. “Desperate are we?” He laughed.

“I’m sorry, I’m just hormonal, and your just so pretty.”

“Thank you my love. But tonight you need to rest okay? Besides, I don’t think you want me to let go.”

[specialagentlokitty]

Peter Hale x reader - as long as I’m not alone

Bolting up in bed, sweat poured down your forehead, your heart raced in your chest, and your breathing was ragged and you frantically searched the room for anything.

You found nothing out of place, and you slowly drew a deep breath, trying to calm yourself as you tossed the cover from off you.

Setting your feet on the cold floor, you slowly stood up and shaky legs and left your bedroom, making your way down the stairs of the loft and over to the couch where Derek was sat reading.

“Again?”

You simply nodded and he sighed, reaching out he wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you sat down, pulling you into his side.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I really am. But we had no other choice, you know that.”

You simply nodded, because it was true and you knew that.

Derek had no choice when he killed Peter in front of you, for years you visited Peter, watching him just a shell of himself, then to find out he was the alpha killed people?

It hurt like hell, and then you lost him for the second time, this time for good, right in front of you.

“I can’t… I can’t stay here…” you whispered.

“I know, it’s why I packed your bags in your car when you went to bed…”

You nodded and he sighed heavily.

“Will you at least stay here tonight?”

You nodded, and Derek stayed up the whole night with you, watching crappy TV, and comforting you the best he could but he couldn’t do much.

Derek knew you understood why he did what he did, but he also knew that somewhere deep down part of you resented him for what he did, and he understood why.

When morning came, the gentle rays of sunshine hitting the window, you went upstairs to change and came back downstairs ti find Derek holding your keys.

“I’ll walk you out.”

“Thank you Derek, honestly. I’ve put the loft in your name, it’s yours now, okay?”

“Thank you.”

He walked out to you car, and you paused, turning back around to face his sad smile.

“I know you blame me (Y/N), and I understand.”

Reaching out, you gently hugged Derek, letting him rest his chin on your shoulder. Taking a deep breath, your closed your eyes for a second.

“I don’t blame you Derek, okay? You did what you had to do… it’s just.. I can’t… my whole life I’ve known you both…”

“I know… I know…”

You pulled away, wiping your tears with the back of your hand as you took a deep breath, smiling at him.

“You’ll come back, right?”

“I’m time, yes.” You nodded.

He nodded and watched sadly as you climbed into your car, he stood there, giving a small wave as you drive away.

He knew instantly where you were going first, you wouldn’t leave town without saying a proper goodbye to him.

You drove to the hale house, and slowly walked in, placing some white roses your brought along the way down on the floorboards.

Sitting on the dusty floor, you, placed your hand against the wood boards, fighting back the emotions that were trying to break free.

“I’m loosing my mind, this pain in my chest.. it.. it won’t go away Peter… it won’t leave…”

You let out a few tears, fiddling with the stems of one of the roses you had placed down.

“I can’t shake the nightmares… you were the only one who could calm me down… I need you here by my side…”

You sighed to yourself.

“Tell that you’re here now… tell me you have one more trick up your sleeve… just tell… just tell me fucking anything so I’m not alone!” You sobbed.

You waited, looking around, praying to every single deity you could think off that you were going to get some sort of reply.

That Peter was just going to jump out of the shadows and show that it was all just a plan he had.

But you got no reply and you buried your face in your knees as you sat crying for what you assumed was at least an hour.

When you were finally all cried out you looked down at the floor and leant down, resting your head against it.

“I need you Peter…”

With that, you got up and made your way out over to your car and drove away without bothering to look back.

You felt numb, even as you drove to your rental apartment in a whole new city, everything just felt so numb.

Empty.

You didn’t know what you were going to do, but you had enough money that Derek had given you. He said it belonged to Peter, and he wanted you to have it so you could get away from everything.

You kept in contact with Derek, calling him when he had the time to call, FaceTiming him when you couldn’t sleep and he came to visit a few times.

The months slowly slipped by, and you were finally processing everything that had happened back at Beacon Hills.

Sitting by a small lake, you were watching as the sunrise gently bounced along the small ripples of waves.

“Seriously (Y/N), you’ve been sat there all night, you must be freezing, go back to your apartment.”

Looking down at your phone, you shook your head a little bit.

“I’m fine, it’s pretty safe here actually, it’s just outside the city, practically had to fight my way through bushes to get here.”

Derek chuckled softly, shaking his head as he sat up from the couch and grabbed his phone as he started to walk around.

“I’ve got to go, pack meeting in five minutes, can I call you after?”

“Sure, but my phone might die. Tell everyone I said hi and that I’m okay.”

“I will, talk to you soon. And go home.”

You hung up and sighed, resting your chin on your knees as you carried on staring out at the water.

“He’s right you know, it’s cold.”

You screamed, jumping up you grabbed the gun from your boot and pointed it at the man approaching.

Your hands were shaking wildly, but even so, you knew you could land a solid shot, and so did he, which is way he stopped walking and raised his hands, giving you a small grin.

“You wouldn’t really shoot me, would you?” He teased a little bit.

You trembled, shaking your head a little bit.

“You.. you’re not… you’re not real… I just.. I just haven’t slept for so long I’m hallucinating…”

“Oh darling, I can assure you I am very much real. I can prove it if you’d really like. Just lower the gun, wolfsbane bullets have quite a nasty sting to them.”

You shook your head, keeping the gun aimed at him.

“You’re not him… you’re not Peter…”

“I am Peter, just lower the gun sweetheart.”

Peter slowly crept forward, and when you made no attempt to shoot him he took it as a good sign and carried on walking until he was right in front of you.

The barrel of your gun was pressed to his heart, but he stayed right there.

You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath.

“You’re not real… go away…”

“Look at me…” he whispered.

You didn’t reply, and he sighed, reaching up he placed his hand over the hand that was holding your gun.

His touch felt so real, so warm.

“I’m here…”

You shook your head, refusing to open your eyes.

“(Y/N), look at me. Just open your eyes okay? Open them and you’ll see I’m real, I’m here right in front of you, okay?”

You refused ti say anything back to him.

Peter slowly lowered your hand, taking the gun from your fingers he slowly lowered it to the floor and set it down before he stood back up.

Peter raised his hands to gently cradle your cheeks between them, running his thumbs along your skin.

“Say something…”

“I… I don’t know what to say…”

“Tell me that you love me, tell me that you hate me, scream, yell, cry, swear, curse, threat, anything. Just tell me anything so I know I’m not alone.”

You still hadn’t opened your eyes, and Peter sighed, kissing your forehead.

“I made a promise to you the day we got married (Y/N), I was never going to leave you, and I would always find my way back to you. And I did, it took a while but I found you.”

You slowly opened your eyes, gazing into Peter’s sad, soft eyes and you reached up, slowly pulling his hands away from his face.

You held his hands for a few seconds before you finally raised your hand, slapping him harshly across the face.

He yelped, jumping back as he cradled his cheek.

“Okay, I deserved that, I know I did. I swear I was going to find you darling, I looked everywhere for you, and Derek wouldn’t tell me anything. I found you because I realised he transferred you my money, and I followed your transactions all the way to the city. You live water, and this is the only lake nearby. I waited day after day for you.”

You shook your head at him, letting the tears fall free as you stared up at the werewolf.

“Peter I watched you die… I watched Derek slash your throat, and I held you as you took your dying breath…”

“I know… I’m sorry, truly. I never wished for you to witness anything like that. I wasn’t me, I wasn’t in the right state of mind.”

“Are you now…?”

You watched as Peter looked away, and you sighed heavily.

“Maybe not, maybe I never will be, but I don’t care about all that. I need you to know that I’m never going to leave you, even if you hate me, even if you want me gone, I’m not going.”

You turned away from him, going back to staring at the water.

You heard Peter walk closer, and he dropped his jacket over your shoulders, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he stood watching the water with you.

He watched to reach out, just hold you and never let go, but he knew better.

He had to wait for you to approach him, for you to process everything and finally tell him whatever it is you wanted.

If you wanted him to walk over flaming hot coals barefoot, if you wanted him to walk through hell, to eat mistletoe, sit in a field of wolfsbane, he would do it if you asked him to.

He needed you.

He needed you by his side, you were his sanity.

He couldn’t loose you, he couldn’t leave you, you were everything to him

[itsmebytch001]

The Final Straw:

Note: You ever see Mommy Dearest? That's Diana 100%

As like every Friday afternoon in the billowing NYC winter Aaron would escort you to the designated Deli round 11th street trecking through the snow in your giant furry coat wait with you for about half an hour before Diana turned up and then wave you goodbye as you both dissapeard round the corner. Then when he was lone he would tidy the house, catch up on his mechanics and catch up with Miles, but once the quite set in and Aaron was remined how alone he was in the house he would usually go out night walking until early hours once his hands went blue, but this weekend was different.

With each passing weak you seemed more and more reluctant to go see Diana, you would cry and beg not to go, lock your bedroom door only for Aaron to pick the lock rather than kick it down, last week he literally had to carry you to the Deli as you refused to walk, and it wasn't like Aaron was unaware to Diana's antics, but whenever he asked you...

Aaron: "Baby, why don't you wanna go to your Moms?"

Y/n: "I don't want to talk about it I just can't go"

Aaron: "I cant go to the court-"

Y/n: "I am so sick of court I hate it there why can't I just stay here!"

Aaron: "Because that's not how it works, but if she's hurting you" He tried to place a hand on your shoulder only for you to shove it off.

Y/n: "She's not hurting me, I just don't wanna talk about it"

Even your Auntie Rio could not pry whatever was happening out of you even with all the bribary of new clothes shopping wasn't enough and so reluctanlty Aaron handed you over to Diana every Friday afternoon.

Meanwhile, while Aaron re- re organised his record collection, you were being pressed onto the floor by your own mother as she squashed your face onto the carpet she pulled out a pair of scissors and while your face met the soft ground and you cried and screamed for her to get off you felt the blunt end of the blade on your neck and she began to snip taking off a large clump of your hair as you thrashed under your Mother.

Diana: "You think your so pretty? So pretty, you think your gorgeous you stupid ungrateful little bitch!" She screamed lifting your head only to slap it back onto the carpet floor.

Y/n: "Please Mommy stop!"

Diana: "I Put up with you all weekend, and you come back and every week!" She again slammed you head into the carpeted floor.

Diana: "And I make you pretty, I do your hair I make you beautiful and you throw it all away!" She's crying, you can feel her tears hit your face as she continues to snip.

Diana: "You wanna look like your father?!"

Y/n: "NO! MOMMY NO!" Diana: "WE'LL SEE HOW PRETTY YOU ARE MATCHING THE BALD BASTARD!"

Y/n: "NOOO!" You screached out as you slipped out from under her, making a run for it down the hall and turning the door knob.

Diana: "GET BACK HERE YOUNG LADY!"

oh no oh no oh no

Just as the front door opens you feel her hand whisk past your head and you bolt down the hallway and out of the building, and as soon as you found yourself outside you knew you should have picked up your coat before dashing out, or at least put on more than your Pyjamas, onlookers observed you treking it back through the snow with no shoes on and with your hands under your armpits for warmth, it was so cold that your tears were freezing in the wind, you only got two blocks away before you heard police sirens, you froze on the spot only to turn to your right and see a familair face looking back at you in the darkness.

Jeff: "...Y/n?"

Y/n: "Oh...hey Uncle Jeff"

Jeff: "What are you doing ou- ARE YOU WEARING SHOES?!"

Y/n: "No..I didn't have time to put them on"

Jeff: "oh god Get in the car Y/n"

Y/n: "...I am in trouble?"

Jeff: "No No of course not just get in the car"

Y/n: "Can I sit in the front?"

Jeff: "Yes now come on in the car before you get frost bite"

And so once he opened the door you sat with your Uncle in the front of the police cruiser, wrapped in his winter coat like a baby in a blanket, you and Uncle Jeff never had a fantastic relationship so the drive was awfully awkward, though you did feel fancy fir being able to sit in the front of a police cruiser. As he drove in the direction of Diana's building your breathing became quick as your heart banged against your chest.

Y/n: "You can't take be back, I can't go back"

Jeff: "I'm not taking you back sweetie this is just the way back home"

Y/n: "...are you sure?"

Jeff: "Yes baby"

Jeff: "Did she cut your hair?"

Y/n: "No...I did"

Now, you never covered for your Mom out of love, only out the fear of how she may react, and what might happen to her if you really let the truth be told about how unhinged she could truly be.

Jeff: "Uh huh, you sure about that?"

Y/n: "Yeah, I used her scissors though"

Jeff: "Why did you only cut off one pig tail then? Is that a new trend, like a half n half look?"

why must he try and be funny, Just go on with it.

Y/n:" yes...This is a trend"

Jeff: "Y/n...You know you can tell us anything?"

Y/n: "I know"

Once you finally made it to Uncle Jeff's house where Miles was already asleep Rio was hysterically warming you up, making you tea, turning up the heating and pouring you a boiling hot bath that stinged to climb inside. And while you sat in the boiling bath your Auntie Rio cupped hot water in her hands and poured it onto your back in silence tutting to herself as she looked over your slightly bruised left cheek and half cut hair while Jeff in the next room called your father.

Calling Aaron Davis

Ring

Ring

Aaron: "Hello?"

Jeff: "Hey, uh so, Y/n's here"

Aaron: "What? Why isn't she at her Mom's?"

Jeff: "Well, uh we found her down her street barefoot"

Aaron: "What?! I-Jesus, oh my God okay, she she okay?"

Jeff: "Rio's got her in the bath...She's gone really quite I think she's in shock"

Aaron: "Okay, Okay I'll be over in ten"

And once Aaron got to the Morales home he saw you asleep curled up on the couch wearing a giant adult top. He sat next to you and rubbed your back lightly not wanting to wake you he whispered over to Jefferson.

Aaron: "What the fuck happened?!"

Jeff: "I don't know, I just found her wandering"

Rio: "I could not pry it out of here, I tried but she would not talk"

Aaron: "I can't...what happened to her hair?" He lightly pulled your hair to see half of it simply gone.

Jeff: "She said she did it, said it was a trend"

Rio: "I dout that, look at her"

Aaron: "It was Diana, this the type of thing she would do...I can't hand her over next week I won't"

Jeff: "Maybe File for emergency full custody, this will be enough to demand it"

Aaron: "Yeah...yeah" He mumbled stroking your head.

Aaron: "Ya'll mind if we sleepover, I don't wanna wake her"

Rio: "Of course" She nodded as she and Jeff made themselves back to their bedroom and Arron sprawled himself on the couch next to you, taking off his jacket and placing in on top of you.

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[uponawhitehorse13]

Being asked if their S/O would still love them if they were a worm

-When posed with the question Noel just answered "Yes" and didn't think much of it

-It was only later when she was alone that she actually gave the question some thought. Worms are tiny, skinny and gross s/o probably wouldn't be able to love something like that.

-Thinking on it further she was pretty small, especially compared to s/o and unlike the curves other girls had she was pretty skinny. The train of thought just continued to spiral from there.

-When you returned to your home you were surprised to hear sobbing echoing through it. You noticed Noel crying on the floor and immediately rush to her side checking her for wounds and asking her what's wrong. With teary eyes and a lot of stuttering she manages to whine "You d-don't love meeee...".

-Before she manages to mumble out anything else you pull her into a passionate kiss which lasts until you need air again. Noel wide eyed and catching her breath tries to start a sentence only to be interrupted by you doing it again.

-This continues until she's calmed down. After she explains the situation you ask her why she would even think that. Noel goes on a tangent about all her insecurities while you sit and listen quietly.

-When she's done you wordlessly pick her up and start carrying her to your bedroom. Noel squeaks asking you what are you doing to which you simply reply that you're going to prove how much you love her another way.

-Tsubaki can only mutter "I don't know..." when asked. She'd like to say yes but she just isn't sure.

-Later when she's sitting at home she remembers the question and decides to find out the real answer.

-"S/O can you come here I want to ask you something!". You come over and see Tsubaki sitting on the couch with a serious expression. "Sit down." she says calmly tapping the space next to her.

-"I AM SO FUCKED" is the only thought going through your head as you start to panic and try to think about what's going to happen. Did you do something wrong? Does she want to break up? Did something else happen? You don't know.

-You sit down looking straight at her waiting for whatever horrible thing is going to happen next. She asks "Would you still love me if I were a worm?" with a tone in her voice that makes it sound like she's about to cry.

-You can't do it. You manage to supress a laugh but it's clear that you're trying not to laugh. She looks down with a frown. Before she can say anything you bust out laughing saying "Of course I'd still love you dummy!". She looks at you with a look of genuine surprise.

-You ask her if that was why she was so serious and she can't help but start blushing and apologizing. With a kiss on the cheek you tell her that she shouldn't worry about stupid things like that and go back to whatever you were doing.

-Alone again Tsubaki places a hand on the cheek you just kissed and starts blushing even harder thinking about how happy she is to have someone like you.

Author's note: I remember seeing a guy respond to this question by saying he'd cut his gf in half until he has enough worms to make a fleshlight and I always think about doing that but making a hunter from Halo. Also the Noel section can serve as a prequel to @nkn0va's pregnancy ask.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

Summary: Swerve Strickland and Prince Nana break into you and Adam's house.

• Adam Page x Reader •

*Y/Ns POV*

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I am watching my husband Adam and his friends, The Young Bucks, defend their ROH World Six-Man Tag Team Championships. They are getting near the end of their match and I get up to grab some pajamas to change into. They win their match and I turn the tv down not paying attention thinking that was the end of it.........

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*Swerves POV*

"We're in the money, my friends. Welcome...to the Hangman Residence."

Prince Nana says walking into the house. He looks back at the door signaling for me to come inside.

"Come on in boss."

I walk inside looking around the house talking to the phone that Prince Nana is holding. I rip up one of their kids art pictures on the fridge than walk over climbing on the couch. I grab the kids book on the table.

"Time for a bedtime story."

Prince Nana says while laughing. We both hear a slight bang sound coming from one of the bedrooms in the back.

"What was that?"

Me and Prince start to walk down the hallway looking where the noise came from.

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*Y/Ns POV*

I bump my hip off the nightstand knocking over my perfume bottle and the TV remote onto the floor. It makes a slight bang sound. I sigh and pick them up off the ground.

"Let's hope that didn't wake the baby."

I put them back on the nightstand not hearing the bedroom door open. All of a sudden, I feel a hand grab my neck and make me sit on the bed. I look up seeing Swerve Strickland holding onto my neck and Prince Nana holding the phone up recording what is happening. Swerve tightens his grip a little and makes me start gasping really hard.

"You better not be to loud. You might wake your baby."

He lets go of my neck and I turn over to try and crawl away from them. Swerve grabs my leg and pulls me back. He pulls out some duct tape from his pocket, throws me onto my stomach and duct tapes my wrists together. He flips me over and sits me up duct taping my mouth together. I look up at him starting to tear up hearing Brayden, me and Adam's baby boy, making noises from his room. Swerve looks at Prince Nana than grabs the phone from his hand.

"I will be right back. You watch her."

Swerve walks out of the room and I look over at the TV seeing him live on AEW going to our child's room. I try and move closer to the TV.

"Woah. Don't go to far little lady."

I look back at him with tears in my eyes than back at the TV. Swerve is in Braydens room talking to him as I am crying more watching this go on. I try and stand up but Prince Nana pushes me back down on the bed.

"I said you ain't going anywhere."

I look at him than back at the TV. Swerve is putting one of his shirts in the crib with Brayden. I try and get up again but Prince pushes me back down again. I start trying to kick him away but Swerve comes into the room and sees what is going on. He grabs my legs and duct tapes my ankles together. He grabs me by my hair and pulls me close to his face. Prince Nana has the camera close to our faces.

"Your husband owes me. Owes me big time. He costed me a title opportunity. You let him know that he owes me. Got it?"

I gulp shaking my head yes. He smirks and pushes me onto the bed leaving my wrists, ankles and mouth taped up.

"Boss let's get out of here."

Prince grabs Swerve's arm and drags him out of the room. I move a little on the bed trying to get the duct tape off my wrists. I can't seem to get it off and start crying not being able to go see Brayden to make sure he is okay.

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**an hour later**

I am curled up in a ball still crying my eyes out when I hear the front door fling open.

"Brayden! Y/N!"

Brayden is in his room crying really loud. I moan in the bedroom not being able to say anything because of the duct tape on my mouth. I hear Adam run into Braydens room and get him calmed down. Adam than runs into our room finding me all duct taped on the bed.

"Oh my God babe!"

He grabs the scissors and starts cutting the duct tape off my ankles. He than cuts the duct tape off my wrists and looks at my face. He grabs a corner of the tape on my face.

"I'm sorry babe. I have to rip this off."

I shake my head and he proceeds to rip the tape off my mouth. I let out a little scream and grab my face. Adam puts his hands on my face and kisses my forehead.

"Baby I am so sorry! I didn't know he was going to do that! I am so sorry I wasn't here sooner! Are you okay?"

I look at him starting to cry again than stand up and walk to Brayden's room. I walk over, grab Brayden and hug him very tightly. Adam comes behind me and hugs us both very tightly.

"I am so sorry my loves. I really am sorry. I didn't know he was going to come here."

I sigh and look up at him.

"Honey. It's fine. We are both a little shaken up. But we will be okay. But just do me one favor."

He looks down at me confused. I smirk a little looking up at him.

"Kick his fucking ass for me and Brayden please."

Adam smiles down at me kissing my forehead.

"Anything for my loves. Anything."

He leans down and kisses Brayden's head than comes up and kisses me. I kiss him back smiling a little. I pull back and look at him putting Brayden back in his crib.

"If he didn't grab me by my throat and throw me on the bed, I would have definitely kicked his ass."

"Oh I know you would have baby."

He picks me up by my thighs as I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He carries me back to our bedroom and sets me nicely on the bed.

"Okay let's get some sleep baby. We both had a tough day."

He kisses my forehead again and looks down at me.

"Could you do me a favor and make sure the doors are locked please?"

I look at him with a worried look on my face. He puts his hand on my face.

"Of course baby. But if he even tries to come in now, I will personally kick his ass."

He gets up and makes sure all the doors and everything are locked throughout the house. He comes back into the room and I am all snuggled up under the blankets. He smiles and slides into bed with me wrapping his arms around me. I start to fall asleep in his arms feeling very safe and relaxed........

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summary: reader has a nightmare, luckily Eddie and Steve are there to help

warnings: Eddie Munson x reader x Steve Harrington, established relationship, polyamory, crying, having a nightmare, reading Tolkien

word count: 1500

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Like the crack of a whip, you woke up.

Panting, your body snapped up to a sitting position, unintentionally stirring the sleeping body that was half entangled with your own. You felt the hand that had previously been snugly thrown over your midsection now creep seekingly up your shaky spine. 

“Baby?” you heard Steve’s deep groggy voice mumble, “you okay?”

Not giving him an answer, not even daring to look back at him, uncontrollable sobs just escaped your shaky frame. 

Feeling the mattress dip beside you, Steve pushed up to a sitting position and you saw his weary face come into your periphery. 

“Y/n?” his palm ran down your body, “what is it? what’s wrong?”

“I-…” you tried, but your weeps were too weighty to let you speak in full sentences. 

“Okay,” he wrapped his arms around you, bringing your head down towards his chest and softly began to stroke your tangled hair, “it’s okay, you’re okay.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you struggled to choke out, staining his light t-shirt with your tears, “I didn’t mean to w-wake you.” Your arms were limp in your lap. You wanted to hug him back, but no matter how hard you tried they just didn’t want to move. 

“No, no, it’s alright, don’t worry about it, I’m happy that I woke up,” he drew your face back to look into your eyes, gently swiping his thumb over your wet cheek, “I don’t want you to just sit here like this alone.”

You knew it had just been a dream, but it had felt so real… still did… finally actually looking at Steve, into his big amber eyes, you genuinely feared you might actually crumble and break in his sweet embrace. 

Slowly resting his forehead against yours, you asked quietly, “what time is it?”

“Um,” he quickly glanced down at the brown leather watch around his left wrist, “2:14 am.”

“So, it’s Wednesday now…” you exhaled slowly, feeling his long fingers interlace with yours. 

“Yeah,” he leaned back a little. 

Eddie had to be back from his weekly gig at the hideout by now, he just had to be. 

Looking over Steve’s shoulder and out the window, you attempted, “can you-… would you-…”

Following your eye line to the trailer visible from your bedroom window, he finished your request, “…go get him?” nodding just enough for him to catch it, he let out a small warm sigh, “yes, of course.” 

“T-thank you,” you sniffled as he lifted the back of your hand up to his lips and gave it a quick kiss before begrudgingly letting go. 

Snatching his jeans up off the floor, he hopped into them. “I’ll be back in one minute, okay?” he looked at you for a moment before disappearing out the door.

“Okay,” was all you could breathe out. 

“Okay…” he echoed, giving a determined nod, then exited your room.

Hearing the front door swiftly open and shut, you saw his form quickly move through the darkness and stop in front of the small window you knew to be Eddie’s bedroom. A light flickered on as Steve’s fist hammered against the glass and soon after, a wild mop of dark hair came into view. In the blink of an eye, Eddie’s face went on a journey from drowsy annoyance to wide-eyed alarm. 

Scrambling, he ungracefully leapt out the open window, causing Steve to take a step back in order to not get a heavy boot right in the money maker. Reaching out to help, Eddie was clearly a man on a mission, a little fall couldn’t stop him as he hastily made his way across the grass to your trailer, leaving Steve standing there for but a moment, arms out, before he could catch up. 

Essentially bursting through the door, into your room, Eddie’s form froze as he caught sight of you sitting there on the bed, a trembling, crying mess, duvet barely covering your body anymore as you were hugging your knees so tightly to your chest, the only part of your body it still covered was your cold feet. 

“Hi, sweetheart…” 

Letting out a shaky breath, your shoulders relaxed just the slightest, “hi…”

Melting down onto the floor at the foot of your bed, he rested his chin on the edge of the mattress, blinking up at you and running his fingers over your calves. 

The still prevalent scent of smoke found your nose as he scooted closer, “I’m really sorry, Eddie,” you saw Steve return, leaning for a bit against the doorframe before joining you on the bed once more, “you must be so tired.”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t be sorry,” he assured you, “I’m not tired, do I look tired? Because I’m not.”

Resting his hand on the small of your back, Steve asked gently, “do you wanna talk about it?”

“It-… it just seemed so real…” you began, pushing through the pain the recollection reinforced, “there was a man… I think he kidnapped me and did some-… I, um…” bringing a wobbly hand up to wipe your cheek, “I could hear you through the door. Both of you. You were trying to save me, but you couldn’t get through. You couldn’t get to me. But I could hear you. I could hear you.”

“Fuck…” Eddie breathed out slowly.

Looking up to the ceiling, you squeezed your eyes shut and whispered, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It has been like this for over a week now. Every night.” Keeping your eyes closed, you reached for Steve’s hand, “that’s why I asked you to stay over tonight, I thought maybe if I wasn’t alone that it would help… but apparently, it didn’t, or well, it did make falling asleep less scary, but it didn’t prevent this.”

“Y/n,” Steve brushed his thumb over your knuckles, “I am so sorry it didn’t work, I-, fuck,” you blinked your eyes open and saw the way his glossy eyes were boring into the side of your head, “I’m sorry.”

Squeezing his hand tightly in yours, you tried to just focus on this, just right now, right here, attempting to simply breathe. You were awake. You weren’t dreaming anymore. They were both right here with you, literally holding your hands, not on the other side of some unbreakable door. There was no big bad scary monster, just your softly illuminated small bedroom and your two boys. 

“What do you want?” Eddie asked softly, his dark leather clad arms now wrapped all the way around your sitting form, “right now, what do you need?”

Taking a moment to actually think about it, you came up blank. Nearly spouting out fresh tears, “I-, I don’t know.”

“Okay, that’s okay, sweetheart.”

“I know I don’t wanna try and fall asleep again, not now.”

“How about a bit of a distraction, huh?” Steve tugged a piece of loose hair behind your ear, “maybe that could help.”

“Yeah,” you looked down, “me keeping the dream alive by talking about it properly won’t help me forget it…”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Steve began to panic, “you can talk about it if you want, you should talk about it if you want, I wasn’t insinuating that-… you’re just-… I just-…” he struggled, then took a deep breath and professed, “I love you so much.”

Leaning forward till your forehead touched his, you blubbered, “I love you too,” turning your head slightly, you reached your right hand down to caress Eddie’s cheek, “both of you.”

Rotating his head, Eddie gave your open palm a soft, slow kiss, keeping his sombre eyes glued to yours. “How about this,” he murmured between pecks, “do you still have those books I lent you? Back when you wanted to get through all of Tolkien’s stuff?”

“Yeah,” you answered meekly, feeling Steve’s lips press against your temple. 

“What if I read some out loud to you? Would that be nice? And if you fall asleep, then you fall asleep and if you don’t, then it will just be a nice way to wait for the sun to rise.” 

A small smile crept upon your lips, “okay.”

“Great,” he gave you one last love bite before turning to the tiny makeshift library on top of your dresser. 

Gently drawing you back down, you curled into Steve’s warm embrace, still making sure there was enough room for Eddie on one side of the mattress. 

“Ah, here!” he exclaimed, snatching out a small worn hardcover, the outside littered with little scribbles of mountains and trees. Flopping down on his back next to you and Steve’s entangled bodies, Eddie flipped the book open and began, instantly going into full-on dungeon master mode with his dramatic tone, “in a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort…”

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[greazyfloz]

Angst 17 with rutger mcgroarty

ANGST: 17. “You’re pregnant?” “I don’t want it” w/ Rutger McGroarty

So Scared, So Young

I look down at the positive pregnancy test in my hands before calling Molly. I became very close with Rutger's sister since he and I had started dating a little over 6 months ago.

"Hello?" Molly says on the other side of the phone

"Molly?" I say my my voice cracks before I can say anything else.

"Hey, oh my gosh! What is wrong?!" she asks me worridly

"I- I-" I say before taking a deep breath, "I'm pregnant"

It was quiet on the other side of the line for a second before she finally spoke, "Oh my god" is all she could say

"I don't remember ever not being safe. I don't know what to do" I tell her now pacing around my bathroom.

"Did you just take it?" she asks

"Yes, and it's p-positive" I say through my tears

"Rut doesn't know?"

"No, I don't know how I am going to tell him! He leaves for Tampa tomorrow! He has all that to worry about and now I'm going to dump this on him to, I ju-"

"Hey, hey! Shhh" Molly interrupts, "I know he is freaking out right now, and I know this is something he will probably freak out about. He adores you though, he needs to know" Molly says cutting me off, I don't answer her but I sniffle. "You know what, maybe wait until after he comes back from frozen four"

"O-okay" I say again, "I'm too young for this, Rutger and I can't be parents"

Before Molly could respond I hear Rutger, "You're pregnant?" he asks me scanning the room and then seeing the tests.

"I have to go" I say into the phone before hanging it up. The tears stopped and I was facing numbness from fear and anxiousness.

"Rut-"

"No, why did you even take the stupid test?" Rutger asks me with anger rumbling through his voice

"I- I was late" i say starting to tear up again, "and I d-didn't think I-I was actually pregnant, but I- I t-thought i'd be sure a rule it out" I cry out as I watch Rutger bring both hands to his face rubbing it before shaking his head. "I don't want it" I say but it only makes him angrier

"Yeah?!" he yells at me, "Well that makes two of us!" he says looking down at me as I fall to the floor.

I cry into my knees until I feel myself being picked up and carried bridal style down the hall to my bedroom. I look up to see Rutger. His eyes were blood shot from crying too. He sets me down on my bed and brings me into his arms. I lean over and tighten the hug.

"I'm sorry" I hear Rutger say followed by a sniffle. I pull away to see a tear fall from each of his eyes making me cry harder. "come here" he says pulling me into his arms again, "I'll be here. Whatever you decide to do. If you want to keep it then that's fine but-"

"Rut, I can't do it alone" I say looking up at him

"You won't. I will be here. And when I go to Winnipeg, you and our son or daughter are coming too"

"Rutger" I say crying

"What?" He says rubbing my back. When I look up I can see the fear in his eyes but he is trying so hard not to show

"We are so young, I'm scared"

"I'm fucking scared too" he says, "but I love you" he tells me for the first time.

"You do?"

"Yeah, so we will make this work" he says questioning himself slightly, "Yeah, it will work" he says again but more confidently.

"We can wait until after this weekend to tell people or discuss this, I just want you to focus on what you need to focus on" I say to him and we end up sitting on my bed for the rest of the night both in shock, not saying much.

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box— Jamie’s Birthday Edition

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yourusername happy birthday to my hubby jamie baby! (yes, we really got rings!) you can legally drink (in the u.s) now, which means me and z will no longer be committing crimes!!

all jokes aside, i just want to say thank you, jaim. you have become one of my best friends over the last few years and i don’t know where i’d be without you. when you and trevor decided to move in together, and he said we were a package deal, you didn’t even hesitate to let me in. it took a while for you to warm up to me, and i mean a whiiilllleeee, but once you did, we all clicked, and everything made sense. this is where we are meant to be in life right now. you keep me sane, and insane as well when i need a bit of crazy to lighten things up (seriously, how do you always know?!)

having you here with me when i can’t go to a home game and on long roadies as been a wish i didn’t even know i had come true. you’ve been there for me a lot this season, and i hope i did okay being there for you back in the beginning of your shoulder injury. you’ve been my rock, my light, my partner in crime. you’ve been my boyfriend’s best friend, to my husband, to one of the most valuable pieces in the puzzle that is my life. i thought you’d want to leave when i hit some bumpy roads in the beginning of our friendship, but you just proved to me that you’re sticking to me like glue, and that i am just as important to you as you are to me.

thank you for all the laughs, all the hugs, all the fake sighs as i get under your shirt for cuddles. thank you for the late night talks, the living room sleepovers, the suffering through the hunger games series over and over again. thank you for grabbing my hand in disneyland when trevor ran off so we wouldn’t get separated, too. thank you for all those times you’ve carried me to bed before waking trevor up to make him walk himself when we all fall asleep somewhere that is not our bedroom. thank you for sitting on the floor and holding my hand as i did an online interview that was scaring the reeces pieces out of me.

thank you for being you, jamie drysdale. because you are one of my best friends— my hubby. you not only put up with my tomfoolery, but you add to it, too. quinn fears us together almost as much as me and jack together and that is saying something, bestie!

never change, jamie baby. i love you, and happy birthday🧡

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trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale congratulations! it’s 19 and 20 year old boys!

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user8 “days since jamie baby has been 21”

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[winniemaywebber]

oh bestie those domestic prompts are so sweet!!! Could I request 19 for Jean & Harry and 11 for Olive & Dougie?

hi pookie!!!! sorry for taking so long <3

under the cut to save space. from this prompt list (inbox is still open for these!)

19. I feel so safe and warm in our cozy little nest - Jean x Harry

“I need that heading, Crosby. NOW!”

“Yes, sir, yes, sir,” he shrieks, fumbling with the maps in front of him. “Aaah, fuck!”

“Croz!” Dougie yells. “Come on, man! Figure it out, we're going down fast.”

“I'm trying, Douglass!”

“CROSBY!” It's Kidd this time, his voice coming across as sharp as his features. Crosby jumps; a yelp would have escaped his mouth if he hadn't controlled it.

“256. TWO-FIVE-SIX.”

All Harry can think of is Jean receiving that damn letter. Who would write it? Bubbles? Harding? For a moment, whatever they had to say about him didn't matter. He imagines his wife's sweet face crumpling as her heart breaks, reading the notice of death. He feels his heart drop, the fort hitting an air pocket, Blakely and Kidd keeping the fort level with all their might. Then, a voice.

“Prepare for crash landing. Get in position!”

Harry Crosby ungracefully sits himself on the hard floor, his coccyx taking a hit, the rush of pain making him sick to his stomach. James Douglass sits behind him, tugging him back towards his chest. He hears the small clank of metal, ragged, anxious breathing as Douglass pulls the tags out of his shirt and kisses the one that bears his girl's name. As they tear and scrape through foliage, there is only one thing on Harry's mind. His eyes squeezed shut, tears spilling out, he begins to yell like a lost little boy, his throat tearing.

“JEAN! JEAN! JEAN–”

“Bing! Wake up, my love, shhh. You're at home. You're in our bed, darling.”

A sheen of cold sweat has covered his entire body. His wife's beautiful brown eyes full of concern as she hovers above him, wiping away the hair that has stuck to his head.

“Again?” he groans, taking her hand and kissing it.

“Yes, darling, again. You were calling for me.”

“Damn Bremen,” he sniffs, flipping his pillow as Jean softly wipes at his brow with a cool wash cloth.

“There, Binger. Deep breaths now.”

“Thank you, my little wife. Thank you.”

She smiles softly, her cheeks glowing in the dim light of the room. “Remember what our friend Olive taught us,” she sighs, pulling back the bedsheets to join her husband again. “Count to ten.” She sees him mentally count, breathing much less ragged than a moment before. “Better?”

“Much,” he murmurs, eyes heavy again. He feels Jean pull more blanket around his body, tucking him in and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, darling.”

“You're welcome. Remember, you are home. And I am right here beside you.”

“I know. I feel so safe and warm in our cozy little nest.”

“Good. Sleep now, my love.”

He lifts his head from the pillow, beginning to nuzzle himself into Jean’s neck. He breathes her in, arms wrapping around her as he feels himself drift off, absolutely cocooned in love.

11. Every morning I fall in love with you all over again - Olive x Dougie

A feeble cry echoes from across the bedroom, shocking Olive out of her unconsciousness. A gasp leaves her, heart pounding from the sudden transition of deep sleep to awake. Beside her, her husband wakes with a shocked snort, head rising from the pillow quickly.

“I've got her,” he sniffs, rubbing his eyes quickly.

“No, it's okay,” Olive replies, rubbing Dougie’s shoulder to soothe him back to sleep. “It's my turn anyway.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, voice muffled by the pillows.

“Yes,” she nods, kissing him on the cheek. “We'll see you when you come downstairs. I'll make coffee as the bottle heats up.”

“You're a dream, Mrs Douglass.”

She giggles, padding over to the small crib at the other end of the room. There, a small swaddled bundle cries mournfully, feeling awful sorry for herself and her gassy, hungry tummy.

“Hello, little chicken,” Olive speaks quietly, scooping the baby up. “Good morning. What a good sleep, hm? Papa swaddled you up good. Cozy girl, huh?” The baby's snuffles are muffled as she snuggles in Olive’s neck, the very same way her father does when he wants to be held. “Come on, little one,” she murmurs. “Let's get breakfast.”

With coffee brewed and baby Sophia’s first bottle of the day warmed to her exact preference, Olive sits in the cozy armchair with her daughter, using one finger to stroke at her face as she drinks heartily.

“Slow down, Sophia,” Olive urges, seeing Sophia's blue eyes - the same sapphire blue as her Papa's - begin to grow heavy.

“There,” Olive coos, feeling herself begin to doze too. “All done now.” She holds the baby to her chest, the warmth of tiredness enveloping her and catching her off guard, willing her eyes to try and stay open so she can properly kiss her husband goodbye before he leaves for work. The inner protestations are useless, Olive asleep with her chin resting on the baby's head.

She feels a blanket being draped around them both, and a soft hand raking through her loose curls. “Hey, mama,” James greets in a soft whisper, the hand now gently stroking his daughter’s deliciously chubby cheeks. “You look cozy.”

“We are,” she breathes. “Didn't even know I was still tired.” Patting the baby's back as she stirs at the sound of Dougie’s voice. The pair shush her gently, both of their hands colliding as they comfort their baby simultaneously. Olive looks up at him, lips pouted for her goodbye kiss when she sees his features begin to soften.

“What is it?” she asks, eyes narrowing comically before reaching up to kiss him.

“Just this. I love it. I see this and every morning I fall in love with you all over again.”

Noses touching, they smile, looking down at the small baby in Olive’s arms.

“I can't believe she's finally here. It's just surreal.”

“It really is. And it's perfect.”

[appynonna]

Our Universe

Chapter 11: Angel Baby Pairing: Poly!OT8xoriginal chararters Rating: 18+ Word Count: 2,387 Words

Trigger Warning: pet names.

This is a work of fiction. By no means is it meant to be taken seriously and does not reflect on the people used within the story.

Previous Chapter -> Here

Master list -> Here

Arthur notes: Hello, Deary I am sorry for the long wait. It has been a lot between school, work, Life, Friends, and Doctor appointments. I have been officially diagnosed with PTSD, no surprise to anyone. I have the next chapter started and it will hopefully be out by the

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Everything was fuzzy, and my head was pounding. I could still feel my momma pulling my hair and dragging me across the floor, I could hear her screaming at me as she cut my light brown curls out.

Her words cut deeper than the shears ever could, Making my heart bleed. If this is what my mom thought it had to be true. Maybe I was what she was saying.

"Angle?" It wasn't her voice this time, It was soft but deeper. I looked around trying to find it but everything was still so fuzzy. "Angel baby" It called out again. "Can you hear me" It continued "I'm right here, We haven't left you" It kept calling out.

-3rd Person POV-

Yeosang patted Seonghwa on the shoulder standing up "I'll be just inside if you need me" Then, I walked inside to a Concerned Mingi looking at him. Wooyoung was distracted by the TV and Jongho looked when Mingi started to speak, Yeosang cut him off " Don't ask" He said sitting back down and Pulling out his phone.

"You still talking to that girl?" Mingi asked him as he was still playing with Woo in Mariocart. "What?" Jongho asked, "What girl?" He asked Mingi looking up from his book.

"Oh our little Yeosang knows" Mingi smirked "Yes, We are still talking. End of story" Yeosang Replied knowing that if he didn't give them something they would keep asking, Jongho Nodded " I can respect that" Jongho looked back down at his book as Mingi Nodded too, "well I can't" Woo whined " Your cheating on us" Wooyoung gasped loudly, " You have betrayed us!" He fakes cries onto Mingi's arm.

"Get the hell off of me" Mingi pushed Wooyoung off him " Leave Yeosang alone," A voice said from behind the sofa, Turning to find Hongjoong looking around the room "Where is Hwa?" He asked looking at Yeosang "Currently outside on the terrace talking to Yechan"

Hongjoong nodded before walking around to the side of the sofa where Wooyoung from Hongjoong. When he got over to him, Hongjoong grabbed Wooyoung by the back of the back of the neck dragging him back down the hallway.

Wooyoung could be heard shouting as they went, "No, I'm sorry. I don't want to go to the bedrooms" Mingi laughed "Better him than me" He said laughing and turned from the TV to look at Yeosang. "Are you happy?" Mingi asked the older male, Yeosang smiled at him " I am" He told Mingi.

Mingi reached out to pat Yeosang's leg.

"That's all that matters," Mingi said and then held the controller to Yeosang "Want to go?" Yeosang nodded, taking the controller.

-Villa -

Yechan stayed in the closet on the off chance that she would be needed.

"Angel?" Seonghwa called out and Ari shook her head "No, you left me" She kept mumbling. "Angel baby" He called out again "Can you hear me?" Hwa asked the crying girl "I'm right here, Angel. We haven't left you" He kept going "You are safe Angel." Ari just shook her head

"Yechan are you still there" Seonghwa called out as Ari Started to Hyperventilate again.

"I'm here" Yechan called out. "Go get something that smells like me," He asked her. Standing up Yechan walked to the bathroom to look in the dirt hamper, but it was empty.

"Of course it's empty" SHe mumbled walking back to the bedroom, Matz was lying on the bed. The cat stared at her like he had been caught doing something bad "That will work" Yechan walked over to the bed getting Seonghwa's pillow. The cat lay down in the warm spot the pillow previously sat on.

Walking back over to the closet she could hear Ari's breathing "Ari. In through your nose, and out through your mouth" Seonghwa was trying to help the girl breathe the best he could from the other side of the phone.

Walking up to the girl with the pillow in hand, Ari was trying to get away as Yechan got closer. "I'm sorry Ari," She said shoving the pillow onto the girl's face. Boxing her in between the pillow and the wall.

"Yechan, what is going on" Hwa asked trying his hardest to see out with the phone pointing up. He was only able to see the underside of Yechan's breast with her kneeling over the phone.

"I'm smothering her obviously," She said in a smart-ass tone. Ari fought for a good few minutes and even managed to draw blood from Yechan's arm when she grabbed her with her nails.

Yechan was watching Ari closely. She finally stopped fighting and took a deep breath Wrapping her arms around the pillow and holding it tightly to her as she cried.

"Ari?" Yechan asked lightly, pulling the top of the pillow down, Ari hiccuped and looked at Yechan. "Channie?" Ari asked confused. Yechan couldn't stop her face from scrunching up to the horrible nickname, As she watched the younger girl more closely. Ari's eyes were rapidly unfocused then refocused "Yechan," she said again looking around the small room.

Seonghwa's clothes hung on the right side and Hongjoong's were on the left.

It was simple to tell what belonged to who. Seonghwa's clothes always had a more feminine touch as hongjoong stuff was mostly pieces he made himself.

"Why are we in the closet? Ari was still very much confused by the look on her face.

-Ari's Pov-

The feeling of something push up to my face. No matter how hard I was fighting, it wouldn't move away.

I fought against it not wanting to end here, I needed to get back to Hongjoong and the other. I could leave like this, Having them think I left without a goodbye.

They would never forgive me.

I faintly could smell the black coffee with a hint of vanilla that reminded me of Seonghwa. I could feel the energy leaven me as I fought less. The bittersweet coffee left me with a warm feeling inside my chest.

I could feel myself starting to cry as the fight left my body. I'm sorry Seonghwa.

"Ari?" A voice above me said as the coffee and vanilla smell left. Channie, It was Yechan.

As the light came into focus, I could feel the headache rapidly approaching. Looking around I found that Yechan was Kneeling above me.

I looked around confused, seeing that we were at. Sitting in the closet of my lovers, I looked back at Yechan. "Why are we in the closet?"

Yechan laughed sitting back down and then picking up the phone that was lying in front of me on the floor. "She's back now," She said then looked at me "Good morning Bunny," Yechan said then turned her phone to me.

Seonghwa looked through the phone at me smiling, His brilliant white teeth shining in the low light. I slowly reached taking the phone from Yechan, "What happened?" I looked back up at Yechan. She emailed and pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Let's go downstairs and talk," She said standing up and offering her hand. I let her help me up. Wrapping myself in Hwa's fur coat, Yechan helped me down the stairs slowly. My legs shook the whole short walk.

Between Yechan, Seonghwa, and Yeosang they were able to explain what happened. What was missed in the last 12 hours.

They told me what was found in my blood, Yechan filled them in with what all happened after they left and I told them the last thing I could remember—walking into the changing room at the new dress shop.

"There is where Yunho found you right?" Yeosang asked, I turned and looked at Yechan "Ya, it was." She was looking everywhere but the phone propped up in front of us as I sipped on water.

"What did you do" I turned to Yechan. She smirked and ran her tongue across her overly pointed canines. "No one to hurt, so don't worry about it" Yechan gave me a sweet smile.

"Oh," Yechan said after a second "You need to call Rhea" She then passed me my phone. The device had too many missed calls and texts to count.

"I told her you would call when you woke up," She said pushing me up "Beside your dogs need to pee" She smiled pointing a thumb toward three sleeping dogs. Not the first of them paying any attention to me.

I shook my head And gave a short whistle. Rocky started asleep but Django and Siren got up and hurried to my side.

Walking outside I sat down in the hammock next to the inground pool, Siren jumped up into the swing with me laying his white head on my chest. He looked up at me with his big blue eyes.

"I'm ok boy" I stretched the space between his ears.

Unlocking the phone I Open the messages. There were mostly messages from Rhea and Kai. A few from just random people I would talk to now and then.

I laughed when I opened Kai's messages. They started normal then turned into chaos very fast after about 20 minutes.

"hey hey hey hey hey, Are you dead? I bet you're ignoring me! Hey heye hey heye heye heye heye. Ari Ari Ari Ari Ari AAAAAARRRRRRIIII" And the messages kept going like for a while, By the time I got to the bottom my side was hurting from laughing. I messaged him back "Chill out my dude" A few moments later a message came back "Fine, I'll call off the search party," Kai replied

I didn't bother looking at Rhea's messages, I just went straight to calling her. Pulling up the phone's app it shows me all the most recent calls. It almost looked to be from Rhea, But one stood out the most.

Namjoon

That was weird I thought, I'll call him back in the morning. I called Rhea, She answered before the first was done.

"I'm awake" She shouted, I couldn't help but laugh at my friend "I awake" She stated again "Who is this?" Rhea asked then there was a rustling sound. Most likely Rhea checked her phone.

"Ahh," She suddenly screamed "Your alive" She was being dramatic at this point "Where have you been?" She asked, Her voice still full of the sluggishness from just waking up as she was becoming more aware.

I told her it was a long story to try not to make her panic. "It's only 3 am, I got time," She said then made a sound "Get your fat furry ass off me," Rhea said suddenly "ok, I'm back. Now explain"

By the tone of her voice, I knew this was about to be bad. "Rhea, I don't know if you want to know. It's not too serious. I was only drugged, That's it" I said trying to Deescalate the issue, Hoping that she would drop it "You what?" She screamed at me, I could hear the cats in the background running.

Pulling the phone away from my ear, I was still able to hear her but not make out what she was saying "Are you done yet?" I asked. She screamed "no" at me and then kept yelling. I was unable to understand her fully as she rapidly kept switching back and forth between what sounded like a mix of Korean and Spanish.

Starting the sentence in one language and ending in a different one.

The phone then disconnected. I looked at my phone and then back to Siren. "I think I made her mad," I told the pearl-colored dog.

Walking back inside Yechan was still on the phone with what looked to be Seonghwa, He was leaning back laughing on the other side of the phone as she said something to him that I didn't quite get.

Walking over I sat next to Yechan whose arm was thrown over the back of the sofa, Pulling the coat over my legs.

"I'm guessing that San changed my clothes?" I asked no one in particular, as I was wearing the set that San had the matching set to. "He did" Hwa answered, then looked up. "Did you eat breakfast?" He asked, Knowing my old eating habits. I shook my head "No, but I ate some pizza around lunch at Rhea's salon" I told him hoping he would drop it.

The unspoken rule was as long as you were honest no one could get mad, Sometimes it doesn't always work but we try.

"You need to get something for dinner, Ari." He chuckled a little "Or an early breakfast at this point" Seonghwa added, Yechan got up "I'll make her something" She said heading to the kitchen, I turned getting on my knees as she walked into the kitchen. "I'm not hungry" I yell "Too bad. You're going to eat." Yechan yelled back as the pantry door opened.

"Ari, as much as I like this view of your ass," Seonghwa said behind me. I turned back to him. Picking up the phone I looked at the screen and laid on the sofa using the blanket draped over the back as a pillow.

I could smell Mingi's expensive colognes on it. It was a strange combination, but it fit him perfectly. A mixture of Mandarin, Cedar, Sage, and Seasalt.

"What is it, Angel?" Seonghwa asked as I snuggled into the blanket and fur coat, surrounded by the smell of my family. "Nothing, Just missing you," I told him.

Seonghwa smiled at me "I miss you too, Angel" His eyes were happy little crescents in the pale light. "Look at this" he turned the switch around showing me what he had been playing. His eyes poked out from behind it, and a gust of wind swept his hair to the side. "Your hair is getting long," I told him, His eyes narrowed with a smile. " I know," he said then pointed to the screen.

"This one is me" He pointed to the little human person, then to what looked like a hamster "This is Flurry, She is friends with Judy" he pointed to the pink and blue bear "And this one back here is Bill" I laughed at him as he kept rambling on about his animal crossing village.